#saturnriz

how he likes his coffee made, black, no sugar. how you can notice if anything was wrong with him, if he tried to hide it from you, having to hear you scold him each time, or if you noticed he had no lunch—you were the one who kept him together behind closed doors.

many, assumed you’re his wife, because of how close you two grew over the years of working together, but you always shut the rumors down before they can even bloom. you told yourself—it’s only a work relationship, nothing more would spark from it. except…the way he looks at you tells the media a different story. it wasn’t like any other look he gives the rest of his employees, it wasn’t that fiery glare, that meant business behind it. it was more. 

the kind of look that made you gain goosebumps, making your pulse jump, heart beat increasing. sometimes you could feel his stare piercing through you when you told him his weekly schedule, or the way he sneaked glances when you were at your desk, and you always pretended you didn’t notice. but God how your fingers would tremble, heart racing 10x faster each time. and when you would look up, he’d already be gone. you told yourself, maybe he’s just zoning out? 

then you caught him. 

it was after a fight with a villain he’s been tracking down for months. you were afar, speaking with police, gaining reports, when you felt his eyes, that same look. you couldn’t help but sneak a glance, crimson eyes already on you. they were dark, his usual scowl plastered on his face, eyeliner smudged across his eyes due to sweat, his mask pushing his hair back—when you two made eye contact, you felt your heart jump out of your chest, breath hitching, before he turned back to the new reporter. every time…every time your heart always betrays you when you say, it’s nothing more—but was that really true?

the night in the office was quiet, too quiet as you were sat at your desk, fingers typing away at your computer finishing up one of his reports. everyone else had gone home, hours ago, but you decided to stay back, wanting to get this reports filled out. when the door opened and closed, heavy footsteps echoing through the office, he noticed the computer screen on, raising a brow, stopping at your desk. “why’re you still here?” he asked, voice rougher, huskier than usual.

you flinched at the sound of voice looking up, it looked like he just got done from a fight. his eyeliner was smudged, his chest rising and falling, rapidly, his mask pushing his hair out his face, as sweat dripped from his forehead. you couldn’t bypass how attractive he looked, swallowing hard. “you look like crap.” you softly smiled, the only thing you could spit out, snorting, placing his gauntlets near your desk. “gee, thanks. exactly what I wanted to hear, after chasing a psycho for the past hour.” you rolled your eyes, going back to typing on the computer. “I just…wanted to finish your reports, so I decided to stay back.” you answered, voice warm, soft, pulse thumping against your skin. 

the smell of smoke, metal, and gunpowder was overwhelming, trying so hard to keep your composer. he gave a lazy grin, “y’know, you always stay here late, doin’ my dirty work.” he murmured, grabbing his gauntlet from the floor, walking towards his office. you stopped typing for a second, turning around in your chair, raising a brow. “it’s my job, isn’t it?” you questioned, stopping mid-step, glancing over his shoulder, crimson eyes baring into yours. “yeah…it is.” he said slowly, then there was a pause. you swallowed that lump in your throat, finger gripping the edge of your desk. “then why say it like it’s not?”

bakugo chuckled under his breath, turning back around. “cause’ i notice everything you do, the hard work you put in everyday. you’re not forced to stay here late—every damn night at that, but you do it anyways. I appreciate your work, y/n.” was the last thing he said before entering his office, shutting the door closed. your breath caught, heart skipping a beat. you’ve never expected to hear him say words like that. it wasn’t a direct ‘thank you’ but…it was his way of saying it. you couldn’t help the faint smile tugging to your lips. he appreciates you. 

you exhaled, trying shake it off, but you couldn’t. his words clung heavy to your chest, they were warm, soft. he appreciates me. your eyes flickered back up to his office, the glass windows were tinted, but it wasn’t enough to hide the faint outline of him shrugging off his costume—your eyes widened, you shouldnt be looking at him!! he’s your boss for crying out loud!…but the way his back flexed under the compression shirt, his movements, slow and deliberate—you couldn’t help but stare.

then he looked up. eyes straight on you. though the window was tinted, barley showing his face, you could still feel that same stare he’s been giving you all month. you squeaked out of surprise, tearing your eyes away, swallowing hard, feeling hot, going back to typing on the computer, but the tremble of your fingers made it hard to. then you heard the door open. you practically flinched at the sound. “you should…go home.” his voice spoke, low, husky. you looked up to the sound of his voice, to see him standing in the doorway. one arm leaning against the frame, messy hair, costume off, leaving him in the black compression shirt that hugged his body so fucking well. 

and that stare. his eyes were darker than usual, low lidded, glaring at you in a way that made your knees go weak. bedroom eyes. something mina once said, when she caught bakugo looking at you during an agency dinner. you didn’t believe her at first—until now. the way his eyes were heavy, saying many things, he didn’t admit out loud. your throat went dry, blinking, looking down, avoiding his stare, clearing your throat.”

“and you should rest, you’ve had a long day...dynamight.” he hummed, footsteps coming closer, heavier than before. “can’t.” he said dry and simple, you looked back up, “why not?” he leaned against your desk, close enough to feel warmth radiating off his body. “cause’ someones still here, tappin away like a damn robot.” 

your lips twitched, a small snort escaping your throat. “you mean someone who’s keeping your career from vanishing?” he chuckled, tearing his eyes away for a second, looking at you again. “yeah, that too I guess.” the air shifted between you both, the same thumping in your pulse increased, practically hearing your own heart beat against your chest. 

you could see his gaze faintly drop to your lips, then back to your eyes, gulping. “dynamight—“ you started, shifting in your chair, but he cut you off, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face, feeling the faint heat in his palms. “you don’t get it.”

“what?” your breath caught, but he frowned, fingertips trailing across your jaw, “can’t even look at you without forgetten’ what the hell I was doin’.” your words caught, a nervous chuckle escaping your throat. “…you’re tired.” you whispered, almost weakly. “maybe.” he murmured, his eyes flickering, then he laughed softly, taking his hand off your face, running it through his hair, standing back up. “go home, and I mean it.” he said, walking back to his office, waving a hand. you stayed quiet. once you heard the door shut, you let out a big breath, placing a hand on your heart,

since that night, you haven’t seen him in two days, two nights. after that night, the silence felt heavier, thicker than before, his office was empty, cold, without his usual warmth, patrol reports still stacking on your desk—but even then. you didn’t text, didn’t call, you convinced yourself he was fine, he could handle himself, he always did, this was a normal thing that happened. but deep down, you still worried for him. wondering if he’s still alive, if he’s hurt. you tried not to think too much of it, trying to not think about the worse outcome to happen, and…and that night. you couldn’t get that moment out of your head, his eyes—God those eyes, his voice, his finger brushing against your cheek, your jaw. it was haunting you.

you tried to focus on typing the recent report that happened, your hair was messy, shirt slightly unbuttoned, trying to get this done, but it kept coming back. you couldn’t get him out of your head if you tried to—then the sound heavy foots, and a loud door slamming open made your ears perk up. the sharp smell of familiar smoke— gunpowder went up your nose. your heart skipped a beat. dynamight was there, standing in the doorway, chest heaving, mask hanging loose around his neck, eyeliner smudged again, his lip bleeding, and one of his sleeves from his costume torn clean off. 

he looked tired, furious—when he noticed you, he looked you up and down, scoffing. “you’re here again, huh?”  he said, voice low, rough. you blinked, standing up from your desk, ignoring his words. “you’re hurt..” you said, stepping towards him without thinking. he shook his head, wiping his mouth, turning to walk to his office. “i’ll be fine.” you frowned, following him, heels clicking against the floor. 

“is that all you say, after disappearing for two days?” he kept walking, you kept following, he pushed the door open to his office, dropping his gauntlets on the floor, not caring where they were, grumbling. “you keepin’ tabs on me now?” his back was still turned towards you, seeing his shoulder rise and fall, placing a hand on your hip, scoffing. “when my boss comes back looking like he flew through two buildings, yeah, i’m gonna check if he’s alive.” 

he halfed laughed, looking over his shoulders now—that look was back. “still mouthy, huh?” you furrowed your eyebrows, fists clenched together. “well someone has to be.” he turned his body to face you now and you swore for a moment, you felt your heart skip a beat. you could’ve swore, his eyes were darker this time, as his footsteps came closer, backing you up a little, gulping feeling your back hit the wall. 

but it didn’t seem like he cared, “you shouldn’t be here this late.” he said again, voice dropping, “…you said that the last time.” you whispered, eyes flickering between his eyes and lips. his jaw flexed, hands placing on the side of your head, feeling heat radiate off his palms. 

“katsuki.” your breath hitched, the distance around you, closing, fast. his name slipping out, made his pulse jump, leaning in. “say it again. my name..” he whispered, you swallowed, hands gripping your skirt. “you’re hurt, you need—“ he leaned closer, lips barley grazing each other, “stop worryin’ about me for a second, huh? I’m fine.” you could see every mark on his face now, the cut on his lip, faint marks of ash on his neck, hair messy, covering his eyes, you sighed, eyes going soft. “you scare me when you just…leave like that, and come back hurt.” his head tilted, eyes softening you didn’t know that could happen. “…sorry.” the words hung out low, loosely between you both.

“katsuki—“ then…his lips met yours. you squeaked, eyes going wide, feeling like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. the kiss was rough, desperate, like he’s been waiting for this moment, but even so—you have too, letting your eyes slowly fall closed, both hands on his cheek. he growled, feeling you nip at his bottom lip, clenching his hands into fist, fighting the urge to grab you, hands still hot, not wanting to burn you. 

he pulled back, kissing along your jaw, then towards your ear, whispering, like he was out of breath. “wrap yours hands around my neck.” you obeyed, “jump, and wrap your legs around me.” you did, you held on with a tight grip, gasping feeling him walk towards his desk, placing you on top of it, taking your lips back with his.

your hands tangled with his hair, moaning softly against his mouth, tugging on it. “you drive me fucking crazy..” he growled, pulling back, eyes glaring into yours, giggling, wiping a thumb across his bottom lip, tilting your head. “do I?” you teased, your legs pulling him closer. “you know damn well you do.” he scoffed, taking your lips again, giggling again, dragging him down as your back hit the desk. 

katsuki grumbled into your mouth, eyebrows furrowed, feeling his pants start to tighten. he hadn’t realized he was practically humping you like dog, his cock twitching in irritation, smirking. “you’re hard, huh?” you pointed out, pulling back just enough to see his eyes glare into yours, scoffing. “no shit.” he mumbles trailing his hands towards your dress shirt, unbuttoning it. you shivered feeling the warmth still lingering on his palms, arching your back slightly, giving him more room to tug it off. 

when he pulled back to take a look at you, his eyes darkened. they were hungry. needy, staring you down like you were his prey, lingering over your body. you were wearing a lacy bra, and from your skirt being slightly lifted he noticed you had the matching bottoms to it. he scoffed. you grinned, sitting up on the desk, placing one hand on his chest, the other trailing up his arm, tilting your head. “wearing that shit to work? you’re real fuckin’ bold.” you giggled shrugging. “I wanted to feel pretty today.” he clicked his tongue, cocking an eyebrow. “and you also stink.” your nostrils flared, rolling his eyes. “shut it.” he grumbled, wrapping your legs around his waist, lifting you back up. you flinched at the warmth of his palms, still hot, but it wasn’t enough to burn you.

he walked across the room, towards the showers. you didn’t get a chance to even take off your clothes before he turned on the water, wetting both you and him. “katsuki! my clothes—!” he cut you off, placing his lips back on top of yours, pinning you against the wall, shivering from the stone hitting your bare back. you melted instantly, tilting your head, deepening the kiss. katsuki growled feeling you tug at his hair, gripping the back of his neck, fighting him for dominance. he held you up with one hand, using the other to tug off his pants. you felt his tip graze against your panties, pulling back out of shock, looking down. he was big. 

he saw the way your eyes widened a bit, snickering. “scared?” he mocked, looking back up, frowning, shaking your head. “no.” but the way your voice wavered just a bit made him assume otherwise. “we don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to.” his voice came out rough, like a soft whisper, gripping you tighter against him. your heart thumped against your chest in awe, laughing shyly. “I do want to…it’s just…” you trailed, biting your lip, too embarrassed to say it. katsuki cocked an eyebrow, but he knew, eyes softening. 

“virgin?” you immediately hid your face in the crook of his neck, in embarrassment, mumbling. “…yeah.” you’ve kissed people before, made out with them, gave hickey’s—but you’ve never went further than that. katsuki scoffed, but there was gentleness behind it. “there’s nothin’ to be embarrassed about, dumbass.” he said, but sighed. “…are you sure, you want it to be me.” you lifted your head back up to look into his eyes. they were so soft, filled with concern, unsure.

you gave a comforting smile, nodding your head. “I’m sure..I want—I want it to be you.” you breathed out, nervously, watching katsuki’s eyes trail down. his cock was pulsing, twitching, pre cum already dripping from the tip. he didn’t know why…but the thought of taking your virginity turned him on more. he grunted taking his cock into his hand, starting with slow strokes, tilting his head back up. “pull…your panties to the side.” he muttered, voice dropping. you bit your lip, nodding your head, obeying, shivering when you felt cold air, hit your folds, gasping when he rubbed his tip against you. 

it felt weird…but so good. you twitched in his hold, head falling to his shoulder already becoming a moaning mess. he rubbed his tip against your pussy, slow, and gentle, his grunts deep and needy, wanting to just slide into you already. “shit—didn’t even slide into you yet, and you’re already so wet.” your legs tightened around his waist, feeling him move to your pulsing hole. your pulse was thumping, anxiety building up. he felt you start to tremble out of fear, making him pause. “you’re trembling—“ he frowned, but you shook your head, nails grazing his back. “m’fine! just..,push it in.” your voice came out rougher than you meant it to be, katsuki still hesitated but, pushed the tip in slow. your eyes widened, toes curling every inch he pushed inside you. “f-fuck!” you cried out, tears instantly swelling up. 

katsuki groaned softly, feeling how tight and warm you were, pushing more into you. you trembled violently against his hold, biting your lip so hard you tasted copper in your mouth, tears falling on his shoulder. “i-is it in?” you asked weakly, against his shoulder. he hummed, nodding his head. “yeah.” you felt so full…you lifted your head to look into his eyes, yours watery, low lidded, like you were in a daze. “you’re so…big.” you whined, twitching against him. katsuki chuckled, using a hand to move a strand of hair out your face. “I’m gonna start movin’ ya, okay? relax f’me.” you said a small “okay.” relaxing your body just a bit—until it tensed right back up again, feeling a weird, painful sensation as he lifted you up and back down. you felt like you were out of breath, eyes squeezing closed, everytime he lifted you back down, you felt your tummy twist. 

he hissed under his breath feeling your nails dig deep in his shoulder, tears falling against your cheek. “i-it hurts..” you managed out, tears continuing to fall. katsuki hummed, grunting, feeling you hug his cock just right. “I know baby, it gets better.” he huffed out continuing to lift your hips up and down his cock. it only took a few more thrusts before the pain started to ease, turning into pleasure, getting used to his size each second. your moans began to spiral, getting needier, rolling your hips wanting more friction. “go…faster, please kat. I-I can take it.” you begged, lips finding his neck, licking, sucking, against his skin, feeling you bite at his neck like a damn vampire, bouncing you faster. 

every thrust he did, your body jolted up. the sounds you were making was pushing him over edge, the way you were getting louder, feeling him hit a sweet spot that drove you insane. “r-right there!” you panted, it felt so good. once he found your g spot you swore he went deeper on purpose, smirking, loving the way you clawed at him . “that feels good?” you nodded, whining in response. all the pain, nervousness washed over almost immediately. he leaned down to peck your shoulder blade, towards your neck, up to your jaw, his canines grazing against your skin just slightly. 

“you’re stil so fuckin’ tight..” he murmured, pulling back enough to look into your eyes. you looked cock drunk already. mouth parted just slightly, eyes half lidded, teary— you looked so fucking cute. thrusts after thrusts, you started to feel a weird tingle in your tummy. like you were going to pee—it was coming fast. your eyes widened, not liking that. “w-wait—!” you panicked, feeling it start to come. “I-I feel like i’m gonna—“ 

“pee?” he finished, keeping the same pace. you nodded quickly, wanting him to stop, but he snorted. “you’re not gonna pee. you’re hitting your first orgasm.” he pecked your jaw, closing his eyes shut, also feeling his knot come. “you’re fine, just—fuck, let it happen.” his voice dropped, moving your hips faster, sliding you all the way down his cock. 

your moans got louder, echoing through the shower, toes curling, feeling it come. “there you fuckin’ go…cum on this cock.” he growled, feeling you shake around him, “kat!” you screamed, jolting and twitching feeling a warm ooze spill down your thigh, onto his cock, your head falling on his shoulder as you came. “there you go.” he mumbled, rolling your hips letting you ride it out, whining when you felt how sensitive you got.

when he slipped out of you, groaning softly, he held you close to his chest, panting, heavy, chest heaving up and down, unwrapping your legs from his waist. you whined, feeling your feet hit the wet pavement, legs feeling like jelly holding onto him. when you looked down, your skirt was soaked from the water, and white drip down your legs. you grunted softly, at the icky feeling, then your gaze flickered towards his cock. he was still hard. you looked back up at him. “you’re still hard.” katsuki hummed, pecking your shoulder, exhaling. “I’ll be fine.” but you shook your head, biting your lip, trailing your hand towards his cock, taking it into your hand.

you felt him twitch in your hold, breathing going uneven. “what’re you doin..” you gripped onto his forearm to keep yourself steady, moving your hand slow. “you didn’t get to finish..” you replied, eyes focusing on his cock. he grumbled, hand curling into fists beside your head, his other hand gripping your waist. “I told you I was…fuck—fine.” he groaned, feeling you squeeze him, moving faster. “stop being so stubborn.” you argued back, never taking your eyes off him. “let me…help you, kat.” 

you pecked his shoulder, feeling his hips buck into your hand, head in the crook of your neck, covering his groans. “faster..” he whispered, giving in. you did. you moved your hand faster, squeezing him tighter, driving him crazy. his breaths hitting your neck, hips moving with your pace. he felt his orgasm come again, fast. “I’m gonna cum.” he growled, you used your other hand to tug his hair, pulling him back from your neck, placing your lips with his.

he instantly kissed back, eyebrows furrowing. you moaned softly, feeling him nip at your bottom lip, groans getting louder, feeling warm ooze leak onto your hand. he pulled back just enough, panting, hard and heavy trying to catch his breath, leaning his head onto your shoulder, hips twitching. “you came a lot..” you muttered, looking down to see your hand covered. katsuki scoffed, exhaling a big breath. 

“thought you were damn…virgin.” you chuckled, “I am…well—not anymore.” you said shyly, “I just...watched a few videos.” you mumbled, bringing your hand up. when he looked up, seeing you lick up his cum off his hand, not missing the way your eyes were dark, lust lingering as you did. he swore you did that shit on purpose, smirking when you saw the way his eyes darkened, following your tongue licking your hand clean. “damn brat..” he snarled, giggling. “that tastes weird..” katsuki rolled his eyes, scoffing. 

“well no shit.” he pulled you off the wall, feeling warm water finally hit your back, leaning into his chest, feeling tired. “I’m so sleepy…Is that normal?” he nodded, “yeah…don’t go falling asleep, you need to wash up.” you hummed tirelessly, keeping your head on his chest, feeling the warm water hit your back. “that feels good..” you mumbled, hearing a small snicker, not missing the small his whisper. “cute.” leaning more into his chest letting your eyes close. “y’know you’re mine now.” he said, you looked up from his chest, giving a tired smile. “about time.

so when he begged you to come to that party, you said yes. because no matter how much you tried to deny it, you always said yes to him. the most popular frat boy at jjk university wanted his nerdy best friend by his side—how could you not? and for a while, you thought it would be like every other night. satoru glued to your side, throwing snarky comments your way, protecting you from the drunken chaos like he always did.

but this time…it wasn’t.

by 1am you were exhausted. you had a math test in a couple of hours and were ready to head home, except satoru was supposed to be your ride. you searched for him through the crowd for nearly half an hour, irritation growing with every passing second deciding to go up to suguru to see where he is. “oh,satoru?! he’s in the living room!.” he yelled over the loud music that ranged through your ears shouting back a thank you.

when you did—like a huge brick being thrown into your face, you stood frozen, eyes widened, heart beating rapidly fast, as it sunk to your stomach. he was on the couch with a girl on his lap, practically grinding on him as they made out. you didn’t even give him time to see you before you stormed out of the house deciding to just bus home. luckily bus services were still out this late.

that night, your phone lit up nonstop. his name. text after text. missed calls. you muted him. ignored him. left him on read.

that was the day the silent treatment started.

the same morning went like usual, you had your math test, went to history and lastly art where you had—unluckily shared a class with him. when satoru spotted you he tried his usual teasing. ruffling your hair or even poking at you with a pencil but you weren’t budging.

satoru could tell something was up with you. you weren’t cursing him out or reacting at anything. “hey..did I do something? you left without a word, and left my texts on read.” he tried to play off with a small snicker but when you didn’t say anything he knew he did something to upset you. he did try for a few more days not giving up from your stubbornness, but when it was clear that you didn’t wanna speak to him he decided to leave you alone. stopped texting you, stopped messing with you in class, and even stopped coming to your apartment unannounced.

you guys didn’t talk for almost two months.

almost.

that’s until your friend practically begged you to go to a frat party. saying you’ve been digging your nose into text book and need to let loose. you tried to decline his offer, but after begging and whining you finally gave in. everything was going well, you had a few drinks, your friend was practically hammered after his 5th one, leaning against the counter just laughing at his idiotic actions. you were actually enjoying yourself until your attention was taken away from a bunch of whooping and yelling. you were confused, raising a brow taking a sip of your drink, looking around to see what was happening.

beside you, you could hear little words being exchanged by a few girls. one was fixing her hair as the other was retouching her make up, “do I look okay?.” you tried to listen closely to see if they knew what the commotion was all about, but you instantly figured it out when you seen him. walked in like he owned the place. backwards red cap, with a white shirt that hugged his arms just right with jeans on, carrying that smug smirk like he always did. you scoffed. “of course.” taking another sip feeling the vodka burn your throat as your eyes were glued on him.

he didn’t see you at first, but when he did, his smirk faltered. dark blue eyes now looking your direction, when you both made eye contact you instantly looked away. satoru scoffed clicking his tongue, turning his head walking through the rest of the crowd. you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t say your heart sunk the moment you saw him, feeling a strong pulse through your body…he looked… hot. you bit your lip slightly groaning to yourself, chugging the rest of your drink. 

as the night went on the more tension was building up. he was watching you through the entire night interacting with guys who had a nasty smirk on their face. he was getting possessive by the hour. just seeing you laugh at another dudes joke pissed him off, and just his luck he got dragged into a game. spin the bottle. when your friend heard all the commotion about a game, you tried to avoid it, going outside to hide but he practically forced you to join, and just your luck he was there too. you heard a few whispers “who let the nerd join?.”

“well at least she’s cute.” etc etc. you were used to it by now, rolling your eyes, but you couldn’t get over the fact that there was a chance of the bottle landing on him. 

so the game begun. each time the bottle spun you secretly hoped it wouldn’t land on satoru, knowing why most girls were even here to play, your heart skipped a beat each time it passed him only for it to go to a different guy. you sighed in relief each time, but tried to not make it obvious hearing the girls groan. by the time it came to his turn you tried to not seem nervous but you were. satoru clicked his tongue spinning the bottle, it was like slow motion. as the bottle spun passing you at least three times it couldn’t have landed on you right? wrong.

it landed straight on you.

you could feel your heart stop, getting numb to the sounds of hollering and whooping as you both stood up. before you even knew it, you were both shoved into a closet. the door slammed, with a muffled yell. “7 minutes starts now!.” your back pressed against the wall, arms crossed as if that alone could protect you. with a shaky breath, you pushed your glasses up, forcing yourself to stay composed even though your pulse was hammering in your ears.

he stood a few feet away, silent. the dim light barely touched his face, but you could still see the way his eyes lingered on you—steady, unblinking, unreadable.

the air between you grew heavier by the second.

you refused to speak first. if you have to sit in silence for the whole 7 minutes. you will. he knows that too. you’re a very stubborn women, and it pisses him off that you were, you felt his gaze linger on you for far too long thinking it’s been 7 minutes already. it was cramped, filled with heated tension. this was torture. you were feeling even more nervous by the way his eyes were lingering on you. it was silent. your heart beating fast, satoru’s soft breaths being heard.

but you refused to break, even as the silence pressed down like a weight on your chest. seven minutes had to be over by now—had to be. but when your eyes flickered toward the clock, his voice finally cut through the stillness, low and deliberate.

“what’s your problem?”

your stomach dropped. he shifted closer, the space between you shrinking in an instant. his hand moved—slow, deliberate—until it hovered just inches away from yours. his face inching closer to yours feeling his breath hit your lips. “why aren’t you speaking’ to me, huh?.”

it felt like the closet had shrunk 10x more being this close with him. being chest to chest, he could practically feel your heart pounding against his. his eyes never left yours and for once in his lifetime he didn’t have that playful smirk. his eyes were dark and serious as he stared into your e/c ones. “look at me.” you pressed your back more onto the wall, refusing. he scoffed, moving his head to be along with your stare, forcing your attention. “so this is how it’s gonna be now huh?…you’re never gonna speak to me again?.” you pressed your lips together, “why do you care.” you muttered.

he clicked his tongue, “why do I care? because you randomly stopped talking to me without explanation.” he leaned more towards your face, stepping closer, but you lifted your chin refusing to back down. “fine. you wanna know why I stopped talking you?.” your voice slightly cracked, feeling your heart sink, but you still stood strong. “because you knew, satoru. you knew I had feelings for you, you knew exactly how I felt about you, you made me feel like I mattered for once, and then—.” you sucked in a breath, fist clenching to your side. “then I find you sucking faces with another person. you left me by myself for two hours, after you practically begged me to come to your stupid party.” 

his eyes widened, realization hitting, shaking his head. “that’s not— that’s not what it was—“

“don’t.” your voice was enough to shut him up. he’s never heard you so hurt before.. “don’t lie to me when I seen it for myself.” he hated that he’s the reason you’re so hurt, but could he really be upset with you for having a valid reaction?. “y/n—“

“funny thing is..” you trailed off with a scoff, “I don’t even know why i’m still mad. It’s kind of my fault anyways, thinking a frat boy would be loyal.” hearing that made his breath hitch. “you could have anyone you want, with your cocky attitude, your jokes, looks—“ 

“and maybe—just maybe that’s the problem.” you let your words sink into him. like a harsh paper cut, he had no words. he didn’t have his lies or excuses to throw your way. he didn’t know what to say. he fucked up. “besides. I bet there’s guys out there who doesn’t see me as a fucking toy.” that’s what caught his attention, his eyebrows furrowed immediately shaking his head. “that’s not true—“

“then why kiss me?. look me dead in the eyes right now and tell me why?.” when he did, he saw so much emotion run through them. anger, hurt, confusion, he opened his mouth to explain but when he couldn’t find the right words— it was silent.

knew it.

you scoffed shaking your head. “you’ll never change will you?” you whispered, letting your voice break. when you heard the door being pulled open, you felt relief wash over you, pushing past him to walk out. he just stood there, arm on the wall of where you stood deep in his thought. he fucked up big time. he didn’t follow you, he didn’t chase you. he deserved this, even if it hurt. his chest felt tight, and for the first time ever gojo satoru didn’t feel untouchable. 

he feels like he just lost you.

the music hit you like a wave when you stepped out, blinding lights and sweaty laughter pulling you back into the chaos. you swallowed hard, fighting the sting behind your eyes as you forced yourself to blend into the crowd. you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. not here. not now. the many emotions that were flying through your head got interrupted but someone shoving a cup towards you, “drink up!” they slurred, you gave a small thin grin, looking down at it. 

grateful for the distraction. 

you leaned against the counter, sipping slowly, trying to ignore the weight of his absence behind you. but your chest still burned, still throbbed with every word you had just spilled. you felt blank, numb at the fact. did he even care? did he— “hey, you okay?” said a voice breaking you out of your thoughts, it was deep and smooth. looking up, you turned to see a guy—tall, dark-eyed, a smile that’s a little too charming, leaning next to you. “you look like you could use some company.” you raised a brow, “do I?”

“hell yeah.” he grinned sliding his hand into his pockets, also leaning against the counter next to you. “what’s a pretty thing like you doing at a party like this anyway?” he asked with a raised brow, dark eyes looking at you, you went to answer but before you could respond you felt the air choke up your words. you didn’t have to look to know who it was—because the moment satoru stepped out of that closet, it was like the whole room tilted. his messy hair framed his sharp features, his jaw tight, and his normally lazy eyes were narrowed straight at you.

his gaze dropped to the guy standing too close, the way he leaned in like he had a chance. something ugly and fierce twisted inside satoru’s chest. the other guy noticed it too. his smirk faltered just slightly, but not enough to make him back off. “friend of yours?” he asked you casually. you sipped your drink, eyes flicking from one to the other. “not anymore.” 

you didn’t miss the way satoru flinched from your answer, his hands twitched slightly, jaw clenching so tight you it could practically break. “good. then I don’t gotta worry about him.” you snickered at the comment even when your chest was aching, even though you knew damn well you weren’t completely over him. but for once— this one time you want him to feel what you felt that night. 

you wanted him to realize what he lost. even if it hurt.

as the night went on, all he could do was stare at the way that guy was making you laugh—touching you. watching as you just let it happen, the instinct to walk over and tell the bastard to fuck off was an urge. something he’s always did when you looked uncomfortable—but this time…this time you looked more confident. was it because you wanted to get him back? If so it was working.

but deep down he knew he didn’t have that right anymore. to be possessive over you like he was before. he sat still, ignoring the way girls tried to claw for his attention, because throughout everyone here, he wanted yours the most. but he fucked that up. his eyes darkened as the guy touched your arm again, leaning close enough to whisper something that made your lips curve. satoru’s chest burned at the sight. he hated that laugh. not because it wasn’t pretty—it was, but because it wasn’t real. he knew your real laugh, the one that bubbled up uncontrollably, the one that made his own chest ache with warmth. and this wasn’t it.

still, he couldn’t look away.

your eyes flickered for a slight second, he caught your eyes, swearing you wanted him to see this happen and maybe that was the truth. you wanted him to feel how you felt, choosing to give your smile to someone else. that soft smile he loves so much, it was aching to see that. to give your soft side to someone else. his fingers twitched at the sight, finally looking away, drowning himself with the rest of his drink. the longer he thought about it, the more he was thinking. he might actually lose you.

and he had no one to blame but himself.

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it had been two weeks since your last interaction with him. two long, brutal weeks of silence that clung to you like a weight. every day felt heavier than the last—two weeks of satoru realizing just how much empty space you’d left in his world, and two weeks of you realizing how deafening that silence was without his constant teasing and laughter. no texts. no calls. not even a dumb meme sent at 3 a.m. when he knew you couldn’t sleep. just silence. dead silence. 

and maybe that’s what you wanted—space. but the cruel irony was that even space hurt. your chest ached with it. you told yourself you should be happy, free. but instead, it felt like you were suffocating, like every breath was caught in your throat without his stupid grin to ease it. you huffed, shaking the thought away as you highlighted another line in your history reading. but the truth was, you hadn’t absorbed a single word all week. the library had become your escape, your cage, your punishment. you kept burying yourself in notes and books, but your mind refused to let go. 

could you really stay mad at him forever? maybe there was an explanation—maybe he had a reason. the questions never stopped clawing at you, sending your emotions spiraling. if it were any other guy, he’d already be gone from your head, erased without mercy. but this was satoru. he wasn’t like anyone else. you loved him. and that was the cruelest part—because even after what he did, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him. you dropped the highlighter and sank back into your chair, heart heavy. the past two weeks had been nothing but him. every routine, every place you touched, bled with reminders of him. 

running to the market late at night. coffee from your shared favorite café. the blossom tree you’d always sat beneath when you needed the world to stop. all of it—ruined by memory. you should despise him. you should block his number, erase his name, burn every piece of him from your life. but you couldn’t. because if you did, your heart would shatter even more than it already had. you missed him. and missing him felt worse than the anger. it burned through your chest, hollow and raw—the goofy jokes, the way he smirked when he knew he was annoying you, the way he stepped in when creeps wouldn’t take a hint. 

every piece of him still clung to you. you sighed, tracing your finger across your notebook, ears perking at the sound of commotion by the library entrance. just a group of guys, laughing too loud. you looked, lingered too long, then forced your gaze back down. hours blurred by. at nearly 11 p.m., you were running on fumes, but you refused to stop. it was only you and the librarian now—her quiet kindness keeping you there after hours. then—the sound of a cup sliding across your table. you froze. your eyes fell to the coffee, then lifted slowly—your breath catching in your throat. satoru. messy hair covering his eyes, red hoodie, black joggers. hands stuffed into his pockets, but for once no cocky smirk plastered on his face. 

just him, raw and unpolished, staring at you. your glare faltered, but you dropped your eyes back to the cup. you said nothing, just lifted it and sipped—hating yourself for how your heart betrayed you, fluttering just because he remembered your order. “are you gonna talk to me now?” his voice was tentative, almost boyish, carrying a weight you hadn’t heard before. “it’s been two weeks, y’know…” you snorted, forcing a grin. “wow. you can count.” his sigh was sharp, frustrated, but he pulled out the chair anyway, sinking across from you. your eyes stayed glued to the laptop screen, though your pulse raced, louder and louder. “are you really going to shut me out? just like that?” his voice cracked at the edges, desperation bleeding through. 

“why are you here.” the words came flat, sharp, but your throat was tight. he ran a hand through his messy hair, a nervous habit. “because i can’t stand it anymore. i can’t stand not talking to you. every time i see you, i want to go to you. every day i want to hear your voice. i miss you. and i want to fix this.” your eyes finally lifted—and for the first time, you saw him stripped bare. vulnerable. his voice breaking, his eyes restless, begging without words. it made your chest ache. “you can hate me. you can scream, curse me out, hit me—hell, throw your coffee at me. i’ll take it. i deserve it. just… don’t shut me out.” your throat burned. your hands twitched. you wanted to say “fuck off.” you wanted to tell him to leave you to your pain. but you couldn’t. the silence stretched until you finally whispered, “why?” his whole body stilled. 

“why did you kiss me, then toss me aside for someone else?” your voice trembled, quiet, but steady enough to cut him open. “because i was scared.” a bitter laugh slipped from you. “scared of what? of turning me down? of being decent for once?”

“no.” he leaned forward, elbows digging into the table, his eyes locking on yours. they were burning, pleading, breaking. “scared of you.” you froze. “you don’t get it,” his voice was rough, cracking at the edges. “with you, it’s not just fun. it’s not some game, not some stupid hookup i can laugh about later. with you, it feels different. dangerous. like if i let myself want you. really want you—you’d have the power to ruin me.” your lips parted, but no words came. he dragged his hand through his hair again, breath shuddering.

 “that night… when she kissed me—i didn’t kiss her back because i wanted her. i didn’t give a damn about her. i let it happen because i panicked. because the closer i got to you, the more i realized how badly i wanted you. and that terrified me. so i did the only thing i knew how to do—i hid. i fucked it up.” his voice cracked, raw and unpolished. “but the truth? i didn’t feel anything with her. nothing. because the only person i wanted that night—the only person i’ve ever wanted like this—was you. and i ruined it. i ruined us, because i was too much of a coward to admit you’re the only one who makes me feel real.” 

your throat closed, vision blurring. his words shredded through every wall you’d built, cutting deep where you didn’t want them to. a laugh tore out of you, shaky, bitter. “do you even hear yourself? you kissed her because you were scared of me? because you…what?actually felt something?” he didn’t look away. 

your chest caved as you blinked fast, trying to fight the sting in your eyes. “do you know what it was like? standing there at that party, searching for you, waiting for you—only to see you with her? i felt like a fool. like everything was in my head. like i was the only one who thought this meant anything.” your voice cracked, and a tear slipped down before you could stop it. you wiped it away harshly, refusing to let him see. “i should hate you, satoru. i should. you broke me in a way i didn’t think i could even break. i should despise you for it.” your chest heaved, uneven, trembling with the weight of it. “but i can’t. god, i can’t.” the words left you in a whisper, but they slammed between you like thunder. 

his hands twitched against the table, aching to touch you, but afraid. his voice was soft, breaking. “i’m sorry.” your eyes shut. a shaky breath left you. your walls cracked, piece by piece, against your will. because no matter how much you wanted to lock him out forever… part of you still ached. part of you still loved him. “i know sorry isn’t enough,” he whispered, finally reaching forward. his hand closed around yours. you flinched, but didn’t pull away. “but give me the chance. let me prove myself. please— let me fix this.”

 “i… i don’t know. I can’t just…forgive you like that. you broke my trust toru.” your voice was small, uncertain. his grip tightened, desperate, begging. heart pounding against his own chest, his eyes reading for a chance. 

“then let me show you. let me prove that i meant every word.”

your lip was bitten, unsure of his word. should you give him that chance? “satoru—“

“please… just let me fix the hurt that I caused you—let me prove that my feelings for you are real.” you closed your eyes taking a deep breath in, you want to believe him. hell, you really did, but you were scared. scared of him backing down on his word, scared what happened that night would repeat again, and he could see it all in your eyes, the hesitation, the sadness you still carried. but even behind that wall, he could still see the small cracks you purposely left open. despite what he did, your heart still left an opening for him to slide through.

when you looked into his blue eyes again, you had your answer. “I—.” you started, voice cracking and strained, torn between reason and the ache in your chest. satoru’s eyes searched yours desperately to hear your answer. you sighed, looking down, then back up looking into his eyes. “you don’t get to hurt me again.” you whispered more to yourself than him, but he caught on, head nodding. “if..I let you back in, if I let myself believe every word you’re saying right now—“ your voice was small, but still strong holding your composure. “then promise me you won’t run away again.” satoru’s grip tightened, his thumb softly brushing against your knuckles. “i’m not running away anymore. not from you—not from us.” all you could do was just nod your head, hating how you leaned into his warmth, you let out a shaky exhale. “then prove it. show me i’m not making another mistake.” when your gaze met his, his smile wasn’t the cocky playful one you’re always used to.

this one was soft. warm. like he had his entire world in the grasp of him hand.  and in that moment, against your better judgment you felt the first crack of hope.

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it started small. he didn’t push, no grand gestures, no suffocating apologies, just quiet persistence. he would walk you home after late nights at the library, keeping some distance between the both of you, exchanging small words. “how was studying?” he asked, hands stuffed in his pockets, you humming, “good.” your voice tired but gentle. and he never got upset when your responses were short or dry, as long as you’re talking to him that’s enough for him. 

by the end of the first two weeks, he started to show up during your studying hours. stopping by to either, sit with you, keeping you company, or just dropping by to give you your coffee knowing some days you would work to the the bone. his presence alone, even when he’s not talking or bothering you, doing his own work across from you, you couldn’t help but let your heart flutter. he wasn’t loud and obnoxious, he was…quiet, calm.

by the end of the month, he was making progress. the silence between you were—still a bit awkward and dry, so he made it his goal to break that tension. when he tried to crack jokes like he always did, you would either ignore it or just stare at him. he would frown each time getting nothing but bricks. when he tried to make conversation, it would be dry…like always, with a “good.” “no.” “not really.” “that’s cool.” but each time it would only gave him more motivation. he wasn’t giving up!. 

you guys we’re currently at a cafe of your choice talking about this upcoming art project, as you talked he would just listen, nodding his head following along of what you’re saying. when you were done, you raised a brow seeing the way he was staring at you. “what?.” you asked squinting your eyes, satoru shaking his head but still had that grin on his face, “nothing nothing…you just look happy to talk about stuff you enjoy.” you blinked, then looked straight down at your laptop screen, ignoring his stare. “shut up—and stop looking at me like that..” you murmured still ignoring his eyes. 

“like what?.” he teased, but it wasn’t the mocking tone he always portrayed. it was soft—almost tender. “like you’re the best thing I ever laid eyes on?” you scoffed. rolling your eyes but didn’t ignore theway your heart went soft, and your mouth betraying you feeling the corners of your lips tug upward. just slightly. satoru leaned back in his chair, smiling softly, noticing. “there it is.” he murmured to himself, but you heard it. for the first time in weeks—almost a damn month the silence that followed after wasn’t awkward, it was light. almost like things were getting back to normal.

around the third month, it was no longer awkward between you both. satoru was able to slip in jokes watching how your lips betrayed you into a smile or even hearing you laugh again. that warm bubbly laugh. the walls you had up, were cracking by the day. you didn’t even realize how much until one night— it was a restless night from studying, you yawned as you closed your laptop, getting ready to take a shower and go to bed. as you were gathering your clothes you heard a ding, almost instantly you looked at the notification. it was from him.

you bit your bottom lip, sighing as you placed your phone down. you don’t know why, but even though he gave you the reassurance, your thoughts still betrayed you…going back that night. you shouldn’t even be thinking about that night—he did say he wasn’t going to do anything you wouldn’t like. so why are you thinking about it again? you want to believe him, you were itching to—but the thoughts of that night, replaying in your head over and over, was making your heart sink. was he lying? is he with someone else? what if he’s doing it again? what if he’s making out with someone? all these thoughts running through your head was driving you crazy. but shaking your head, you made your way to the bathroom.

it’s been two hours since he last texted. you tried to take your mind off of it, scrolling through your phone on instagram, laughing at stupid reels you found, but nothing was working. it was making you sick. should you text him? just a small “are you okay?”, and as if he was reading your mind you heard a ding coming from your phone. 

before you could respond, you got an incoming facetime call from him. you rolled your eyes, but clicked the green button, letting the phone connect, “see?” his voice rung out from the other end, he showed you that he was on the couch with suguru next to him, who gave a little sloppy wave, and his other friends by him, “just having fun and drinking.“ he snickered, you hated how your mouth betrayed you AGAIN, letting a small smile creep in, feeling your nerves calm down. “are you smiling?” he said looking back down at the camera to see the small tug on your lips, you groaned, letting your phone drop so he couldn’t see you anymore.

“no, i’m not.” you tried to sound convincing but you heard him chuckle again, “aww you are. come on, let me see your face.” you felt your heart tug even more, “aren’t you at a party? why’re you calling me.” satoru clicked his tongue, “because I wanted to.” you grumbled under your breath, but slowly picked up your phone again, he smiled even more. “there she is.” you guys talked for a good 5 minutes before he told you he had to go. 

when the fifth month had hit, everything was changing. the walls you had up high were slowly shrinking the more the days were coming, you were laughing more, letting your smile be shown again, even letting old habits come to light again. like tugging softly at his hoodie when you needed something, ruffling his hair, even stealing his hoodies again! it almost felt like that night didn’t happen.

you guys were currently walking from the last class you had together, laughing at a dumb joke he made when you both got stopped by a girl, long brunette hair, wearing low rise jeans, with a tank top. 

she was flirty—extremely flirty, she would trail her finger along his chest, fluttering her lashes towards his way—you would expect satoru to engage with it right? he’s gojo satoru, the amazing frat boy that’s popular for his looks and cocky attitude. anytime you guys would walk together, there’s always girls that tries to get his attention. you hate to admit, but you did feel a little insecure. you weren’t like most girls at jjk university, you were a nerd, you stuffed your nose into books, you basically live in the library friday nights to sunday nights studying and working. you wore baggy sweats, and baggy hoodies, sometimes you would wear your glasses sometimes not.

you would think because how satoru looks his type would be into pretty girls—that’s why the ones who approach him are always confident. you had your doubt, face falling a bit but when you looked at his face, it screamed “not interested.” his eyebrow raised, taking her hand of his chest. and before you knew it, his arm slid across your shoulder, with a small smirk. you were taken back, but didn’t miss how she huffed, “you can’t be serious.” you can hear the jealousy in her voice, you couldn’t help but feel a tug at your mouth.

one because it was funny—two because you expected him to flirt back and three…three because he was actually true to his word. you felt like your heart was going to beat out your chest by how fast it was getting. “oh i’m dead serious.” he said with a low tone before practically dragging you to walk away from her. you both could hear her scoff, stomping away. when you guys finally got to your apartment, he stopped. “you okay?” he asked, you softly nodded, grabbing a long his sweatshirt, “I uh well—first thank you for that.” you said satoru giving a small grin, running a hand through his hair with a shrug, “anything for you~” he teased, you scoffed bumping his shoulder, but cleared your throat. “second…I have to talk to you—about…something.” he raised a brow, “about what?”

“just…follow me.”

you softly tugged him by the sleeve leading him inside the apartment, and all of sudden the air before grew much heavier and thicker. you felt as if your heart was going to explode out of your chest, leading him to the living room. satoru tilted his head, white lashes blinking as he looked your way, “don’t tell me i’m about to get scolded for being too charming.” he smirked, plopping down on the couch, as you rolled your eyes. “i’m serious, satoru.” that made his smirk falter a bit, hearing that tone in your voice, sitting up straight, “did I do something?.” you saw the worry in his expression, quick to shut it down, shaking your head. “no!— you didn’t…it’s just—something else.” 

he raised a brow, you sighed, not even realized your hands curling up in the sleeve of his hoodie avoiding eye contact with him. you were nervous, he could easily tell because you never made eye contact, your fingers would always find a place into your sleeve, and you were staggering trying to find the right words to say. satoru softly smiled, trailing his hand to be placed on top of your covered ones, “hey…i’m not goin’ anywhere. take your time.” you looked up to see blue eyes piercing into yours that was filled with nothing but calmness and reassurance. your heart fluttered, getting butterflies in your stomach. 

you took a small breath. “I…I don’t know how to say this, but i’ll try.” you laughed lightly, “what I wanted to talk to you about is us.” his heart skipped a beat, you didn’t look pass how he stiffened up a bit, hand twitching on top of yours. you took another breath, “I don’t want to keep beating around the bush anymore. when I say that I mean, I don’t want to keep pretending or shove down my feelings for you when they grow each day. that night…God that night ruined me.” you chuckled lightly, keeping your stare at your interlocked hands, “I thought maybe I did something wrong for you to choose someone else, thought I wasn’t good enough…I was mad, confused, betrayed? that night I thought it was over for us. I wanted to hate you—for toying with my feelings, despise you even. but knowing how much I loved—love you…I couldn’t.” 

I love you.

his breath hitched at those three words. “I was angry at myself even more when I couldn’t stop loving you, even after that…these past months, you proved your word to me—you didn’t run when things were getting more public, you saw me…” you said shyly with a nervous smile, “so what i’m saying is…I want to give you a second chance.” you said a little shyly looking down, it was quiet. too quiet. too quiet to where you thought it might crush you, your chest tightened a bit, your bottom lip trembling just slightly, pulling your hand away when his grip tightened pulling you closer to him. “say it again.” he whispered, eyes staring straight into yours, your breath hitched, “wha—?”

“say it again.” he repeated, “that you love me.” you swallowed hard, feeling the lump in your throat, feeling your body heat up.

“I love you, satoru.” before you knew it, you felt soft lips crashing onto yours. your eyes widened a bit from shock, but when you came back to reality, your eyes immediately shut closed accepting his kiss. you felt his grin appear on his face as he moved his mouth against yours. it wasn’t rough or messy, it was full of care and love. you placed a hand on his chest, feeling his own heart beating rapidly. after 6 months of gaining your trust back, all he could do was be happy. the kiss lasted a few more seconds before, you pulled away placing your forehead against his. his eyes were shining through the light, seeing all emotions run through them. “you don’t understand how long i’ve waited to do that.” he laughed lowly, both hands on your cheeks as he just stared at you.

he did have his doubts. that you would’ve gave up on him, or have been too annoyed with him or even someone else swiping you off your feet. before you could say another word, he leaned in pecking your lips. “I.” peck. “love” peck. “you.” peck. “too!.” you giggled trying to get out of his touch, feeling ticklish as he kissed you everywhere. “satoru!, get off me!” you laughed but he only kept going, squirming in his arms as he held you tighter. “never.” he murmured between kisses peppering your cheeks, nose, and jaw until your laughter turned breathless. finally, you shoved at him half-heartedly, your face flushed and warm. “you’re an idiot,” you muttered, but your smile betrayed you. satoru grinned, resting his chin atop your head like he used to, only this time his arms never let go. “maybe,” he said softly, his voice dipping into something gentler. “but i’m your idiot.”

your chest swelled, heart hammering like it might burst out of you. for once, there were no walls, no lingering doubts, no heavy silence choking you. just him, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world. you let out a quiet sigh, fingers clutching the fabric of his hoodie. “don’t make me regret this, satoru.” his arms tightened around you, lips brushing your temple in the softest of promises. “i won’t. not again. you’re it for me.” and for the first time since everything started, you believed him—not because of his words, but because of the way he held you. like he’d never let go. you leaned up just enough to meet his lips again, this time slow, steady, and sure. no doubts. no games. just love.

the relationship between you both started slow, it started off with satoru taking you out on dates. not any ordinary dates—ones where he went all out each time, the first date was when he invited you over to his place, where you walked in to see a very organized set up for movie night. he had skin scare products set up on the table, one his favorite hoodies folded nicely, all your favorite snacks and drinks. when you looked back at him with a surprised face, he only gave a cheeky smile.

from there, it felt like a piece of him was being handed to you. from late night ramen runs after an exam, when he would purposely mess up his order just to give you an excuse to trade bowls. to long walks where he’d lean down to tease you just to hear your laugh. nights at your apartment where he let you put face masks on him, your headband holding his hair in a sprout while you sat on his lap, applying the mask. he would always say things like “i don’t trust anyone else with my skin,” or “i look good, huh? admit it,”  you’d roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest never left.

it wasn’t just the big gestures with him—it wasn’t just the dates he planned, it was the way he’d carry your bag without asking, or how he’d slow his long strides just so you didn’t have to rush to keep up. the way he noticed when you were tired and shoved one of his jackets into your arms without a word, and the way he ddi everything he promised you he would do. he kept his promise.

then, one night, after another long restless day, the two of you sat tangled on his couch, a drama playing on the tv tat neither of you were really paying attention to. you had your cheek pressed against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart while he traced circles on your back.

“y’know,” he started, his tone unusually soft, “i like this. i like… us.” you tilted your head to look at him, catching the rare hint of nervousness in his usually confident expression. his lips curled into that familiar grin, though this time it was smaller, almost tentative. “I really am grateful you gave me a second chance.” he chuckled lightly, “these past two months of taking our relationship slow, I’ve been thinking.” you raised a brow, now sitting up facing him, “what is it?’ you said softly, satoru humming, rubbing a hand up and down your back with his nails. he took a deep breath, then deep breath out, “would you be my girlfriend?” silence. all that was heard was the sound of hearts starting to beat faster each second, his vulnerability showing as his blue eyes shined through your own. the tv murmured quietly in the background, but it might as well have been a different world—just the two of you existed in that space, that heartbeat, that pause.

you felt the warmth of his hand on your back, gentle but grounding, and the weight of his gaze made your chest flutter. he wasn’t teasing, he wasn’t joking, and for the first time in weeks, you saw a side of him that was entirely sincere, entirely open. “satoru…” you breathed, your fingers brushing over his hand, anchoring him as much as you were anchored by him. “you… mean that?” he nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips, nerves still flickering in his eyes. “every word. i don’t want half-measures, i don’t want games, I said i’m not running anymore. i just… want this. I want you.”

your heart swelled, and a small laugh escaped, shaky but full of warmth. “you’re ridiculous,” you whispered, shaking your head, “but… i think— no, i want this too.” he let out a breath he’d been holding, relief and joy mingling in that quiet exhale, and then he leaned forward, just enough to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “so…?” he asked teasingly, though his voice still held the tenderness that had made your chest ache. “so… yes,” you said, smiling, letting your hands settle over his. “i’ll be your girlfriend.”

his grin widened immediately, that signature spark back in his eyes, and he pulled you into a gentle hug, murmuring, “best decision ever. and in that moment, everything felt like it finally made sense—two people, slowly finding the rhythm of “us,” and finally ready to call it theirs. through hell and back, tears, and heart breaks, you both were still able to come back. “you better not fuck up again.” you said, satoru shaking his head with a soft chuckle, pecking your forehead, “that night will never repeat.” you couldn’t help but smile, “I love you..” you whispered, “and I love you too.”

people do tend to stare—a lot. because who thinks the football team QB, and a nerd are going to work out? he’s the popular, extroverted one, and you’re the quiet, introverted one. but that’s what he likes about you, he didn’t pay attention to the stares because at the end of the day, you’re his, and he’s yours.

he loves to carry your backpack for you after his football practices, joking saying, “it’s my duty!” to “protect” your arms and shoulders from getting sore, from your books. you’ll roll your eyes calling him ridiculous, but you would giggle, secretly liking it.

date nights with him usually involve pizza, and your favorite snacks, either watching movies, or forcing him to have an anime marathon with you. if your favorite character did something “stupid” he would tease you about it, but you would always defend them passionately. he would find it cute, at the way you would push up your glasses, explaining why the character did what they did. he would think he’s too cool to like it—but he always listens to you. always.

he loves that you’re introverted. he doesn’t pull you into the spotlight—he pulls the spotlight to you. he’ll ask about your day, even the small, quiet things, and actually remember them. when you talk about your favorite books or your theories about a video game plot, his blue eyes are locked with yours, with a smile on his face listening to everything you were saying.

and the kisses. oh, the kisses. soft, lingering, usually on the corner of your mouth or the top of your head when you’re buried in a book. he doesn’t need to be cool, he just knows exactly when you need to feel loved, or need him.

suguru g.

dating football player suguru is…calmer than anyone expects. he’s the schools QB—he’s popular, good looking, charming—then there’s you, glasses, nerdy shirts with inside jokes written on them, always in the library sticking your nose into text books, studying for a test or an exam. and somehow he still had eyes for you.

after classes he loves to sit with you, instead of hanging out with his teammates. he would always come by surprise, his backpack hanging off his shoulder, with your favorite drink in hand, leaning in, hid taller frame practically swallowing you to see a drawing you were working on. “what you drawing?” you’d jump from the sudden voice, heat crawling up to your neck, muttering. “you..”

suguru doesn’t tease you—he’s more subtle in a way. like taking off your glasses to distract you from your work, muttering. “cute.” before sliding them back on seeing your smile, or the way he brushes his hand against yours when he notices you zoning out, and he absolutely loves when you ramble on and on about your interests. listening carefully to every little thing you said.

he’s protective—like really protective, he would walk you to class, holding your hand, giving anyone who ever stared for too long a look to shut them up. he doesn’t need to make a big announcement that you’re together— the way he treats and shows you off is enough.

after practices, he’ll sit on the bleachers with you instead of showering right away, sweat still dripping down his hairline as he leans close, asking about your day. sometimes you’d read him parts of your favorite book, or show him a new drawing you did, and he nods with the same glint in his eyes, and the same smile.

your dates are low-key. library study sessions that turn into him falling asleep next to you, movie marathons where he lets you pick every single nerdy film, late-night walks where you ramble about things you’re passionate about while he listens, hand brushing yours, to just—cuddling with one another, your hand messaging his scalp, as he slept on your chest, holding you close.

and when he kisses you, it’s slow and grounding—like he’s reminding you that even if he has the whole world chasing after him, you’re the only person he wants to belong to.

sukuna r.

dating football player sukuna is….very intense. he’s the one the other side is always intimidated by—he’s loud, aggressive on and off the field, the type of QB that makes the other side shake. so, when people found out he’s dating you—they didn’t believe that. you were a sweet, introverted nerd. big glasses, oversized clothes and always reading fantasy novels. but sukuna never cared. he kind of likes the reactions.

he does call you nerd constantly. but this is his own pet name for you. “hey nerd.” “nerd” etc. it’s not in a mocking mean way, it’s more like a playful thing, liking the cute glares you give him when he calls you a nerd.

he acts like he’s annoyed hearing you ramble about your nerdy interests, or weird obsession’s you had, but the moment someone bumps in? he’ll snap. eyes narrowing, glaring at the person. “shut up. i’m listening.” he would say almost like a growl. he’s rough around the edges, but with you, he’s able to let his guard now, he always softens up—though he’ll never admit it.

he always carries your backpack for you, always say, “move it nerd.” then forcefully take your backpack to sling it over his own shoulder, and when you try to argue back saying, “I can carry my own stuff you know??” he would just shrug, with a smirk. “I know, but I don’t care.”

he loves to show you off—during team hangouts where he would pull you onto his lap showing them you’re all his, slinging an arm over your shoulders walking you to class, even giving you his jersey to wear during game days to let everyone know who you belong to. and if anyone so happens to stare for too long, he’ll give them that look that always sends them away.

your dates aren’t traditional. sukuna isn’t the dinner-and-flowers type. instead, he’ll drag you to late-night drive-thrus after practice, the two of you eating greasy food in his car while you tell him about a new book you’re reading. he acts like he doesn’t care, but later, you’ll catch him repeating the plot back to you like he actually was listening.

he teases you about your glasses, tugging them off and holding them above your head just to see you pout. eventually after he’s done teasing you, he’ll slide them back on gently, muttering, “can’t see without these, huh? stupid nerd.”

sukuna’s kisses are rough, consuming, like he’s claiming you over and over again. but when you’re curled up on his chest after, glasses on the nightstand, and your voice is soft, he’ll hold you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters.

toji f.

dating football toji is….a surprise to everyone. he’s the strong, stoic guy on the team, the one who looks untouchable, while you’re the quiet, doesn’t like to go out, doesn’t like big crowds, introverted nerd. always clutching your books, reading one of your novels you had in your backpack, etc. some don’t understand how this relationship worked—but it did and it worked so well.

toji doesn’t say much, he’s not much of a talker but he shows his affection through his actions. he’ll carry your books without question, or your backpack when he notices it’s too heavy from textbooks, he’ll always be waiting outside your class leaning against a near by wall, arms crossed, smirking whenever that big smile appears on your face when you spot him.

he secretly loves your nerdy interests. he likes how passionate you are to share with him, being yourself and sharing things that makes you happy, made him happy, nodding occasionally, humming in response, a small smile tugging to his lips. “you’re cute when you get like this.” he’ll murmur liking the way you got embarrassed, trying to hide your smile.

he doesn’t do pda, but it’s subtle. like having his hand on the small part of your back when you walk through a crowd, his fingers brushing against your knuckles whenever he held your hand—even though they were small, it meant everything to you.

dates with toji are simple but perfect. grabbing takeout and sitting in his car, or you studying while he works out, occasionally glancing over to ask what you’re mumbling about. sometimes, he’ll lay his head in your lap and tell you to “read to me,” and you’ll push your glasses up, pretending not to notice how soft he looks with his eyes closed.

toji love to tease you about being an introvert, calling you his “shy little nerd.” but the truth is, he respects it. he doesn’t push you into situations you don’t like—instead he creates a safe space where you can just exist.

when it comes to affection, he’s all in—deep kisses, strong arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his chest like he’s never letting go. you’re his calm, and he’s your protector, even if he pretends not to care so much.

choso k.

dating football choso is…gentle in a way no one expects it to be. he’s tall, his hair is long, broad and quiet, that people mistake him for being cold, or unapproachable. but with you, the nerdy, shy girl, who wears quirky shirts all the time, he’s always endlessly soft with.

he would notice everything. if your glasses start sliding off your face, concentrated with your homework, he’ll wordlessly push them back up for you. if you’re carrying too many books, he’ll silently take them with no protest. he’s not flashy like he is with his teammates—his love is subtle, lowkey, buy even so, you adore it.

his teammates will definitely tease him of how whipped he is for you, would say things like. “choso is in love~” “choso and y/n sitting in a tree—“ especially when you show up at practice it’s even worse! you would sometimes show up to bring him a light snack or water. and his teammates would be like high school fanboys seeing their QB go all soft.

he really likes hearing about your interests—you will be nervous at first to talk about the things you like doing, or watching, expecting him to tune you out. but instead he’ll ask questions to light your flame, they would be real genuine questions, because whatever you’re into, he wants to explore it more and get into it too. he would also sometimes end up taking a book from your shelf.

he prefers calm dates. library study sessions where he sits across from you, headphones in but watching you more than taking notes. late-night walks where you share your thoughts about life, and he listens, humming softly. cozy evenings on your couch, his arm around you while you both scroll through nerdy forums or have an anime marathon.

he doesn’t mind that you’re introverted. in fact, he likes it. he feels protective over your quiet nature, making sure you never feel uncomfortable in big crowds, if a party gets too loud, he’ll notice your discomfort instantly and take you outside, hand warm around yours, and if you say, “I-I think I want to go.” getting too overwhelmed, he wouldn’t argue, wouldn’t bicker or get annoyed—he would nod his head, and take you back to your apartment. for the rest of the night you guys would cuddle, falling asleep in each other arms.

choso isn’t big on words, but his actions speak volumes. he’ll buy you a small charm of your favorite character and act like it was no big deal. he would always sneak small things he remembers you said you like onto your desk, or backpack when you’re not looking. he’ll drape his hoodie over your shoulders when you’re cold. he’ll hold your hand under the table, thumb brushing yours just to ground you, and comfort you.

he takes SO much pride into being your hype man, the type to clap, or whistle when you show him a new outfit, or when you guys are in public he would ALWAYS show you off any chance he gets. 

he sneaks pictures whenever your doing your makeup, picking out jewelry, adjusting your heels—then he would make it his wallpaper. with ZERO shame. and if you caught him asking why he needs these pictures, he’d smirk. “I just wanna.”

he adores matching accessories with you, if you wear pink then all of sudden he’s team pink for the day, if you were a necklace, he wears a necklace, and will shamelessly wear charm bracelets, or anything pink because it reminds him of you. 

he’s super protective over you when it comes to your hyperfemininity. if someone even thinks about making a snide, or slick comment, he’ll smile with that terrifying, too sweet grin of his that says, “try it, i dare you.” when they catch the hint—his arms wrapped around your waist, blue eyes glaring, they’ll back off. 

he loves calling you “princess,” “barbie doll,” or “angel face” he teases you, but behind the tease, it’s genuine because look at you? you’re quite literally a barbie doll.

suguru g .

he thinks you’re so gorgeous. he’s constantly admiring the little details about you, how your lipstick would match your outfits, your perfume, how your nails always look freshly done, and how your hair falls just right. 

he always and I mean always offers his arm when you wear heels so you don’t fall. wouldn’t make a big show of it, but he loves how your hands curl around him, leaning against his side, giggling about how you’re getting princess treatment.

he’s very observant, so if he sees you stare at something you like for a while he would take a mental note, to get it for you later, if it’s a certain lip gloss, heels, a bag, skirt—anything you liked he would get it for you.

if you’re doing your makeup, he would be sat behind you on the bed, a hand on his cheek just watching you. he would occasionally ask, “what’s that one for?” with a calm curious voice, and when you’re done, he doesn’t say much, but eyes said a lot, would murmur. “beautiful.” 

he loves when you’re also hyperfeminine at home—wearing lacy sets, silky robes, oversized bows in your hair. it made him soft in a way he doesn’t admit it out loud.

secretly finds it adorable how you get pouty, if something ruins your look, rain ruining some of your makeup, wind making your hair a little messy—but he’ll always find a way to make it better.

people are sometimes surprised he’s dating someone so femme, since he comes off more reserved—but he likes that contrast. he’s dark, quiet, while you’re like a shining light bulb lighting his dark areas. he loves your guys dynamic. black cat boyfriend, golden retriever girlfriend!

calls you “doll,” or “sweetheart,” or sometimes just your name in that warm, velvety tone that makes it sound like the sweetest thing in the world.

sukuna r .

he thinks it’s funny. one because, look at him. he’s this brutal, dark, violent, curse—then there’s you. lip gloss that shines through any light, lashes fluttering, wearing bright colors, nails always painted, and every time you’re out in public, getting stares, all he could do is snicker. 

he loves calling you “princess” it’s more in a mocking way than a sweet way, but sometimes he does slip up, and actually means it. you could be in the mirror, applying your lip combo and he would sit there watching, with a grin. “where is the princess going now?” 

weird as it sounds, he actually likes how soft and delicate you look next to him. it makes his possessiveness more justified he says. 

this man would not care, if you took too long to get ready. it could be for anything, going on a date, going to the movies—he would just think you’re doing all this work just for him. a smug grin as he watched you, leaning against the doorway, “getting all pretty just for me, princess? how determined.” 

he’s secretly obsessed with your perfumes, he doesn’t know why, but they’re so intoxicating. he tries to not let it be obvious, but anytime you switch perfumes he notices it immediately. if it wasn’t his favorite one, this man would be grumpy for the rest of the day.

he will purposely smudge your lipstick, doesn’t care, and most likely never would. if you looked so good to the point it’s making him mad that others get to see what’s his, he would do it so they can see who you belong to. if you scolded him, pouting that he ruined your lipsticks, he would grin shrugging.

despite him being a brutal, violent, cruel curse—he’s still very protective of your softness. it’s precious to him, that you don’t match his world of darkness. he’s actually relieved to have someone like you to shine through that darkness.

toji f.

okay—at first he thinks you’re way too much, the pink, the constant hair changing, the heels, lip gloss— he didn’t understand it but it grew fast. now he smirks anytime you walk into the room all glammed up.

he loves the difference between you both, he broad, rough around the edges, scarred, then there’s you, who looks like an absolute doll next to him. it balances out the dynamic, and he fucking loves it.

he calls you “dollface.” or “pretty girl.” half of it is teasing, half of it is genuine. he could be on the couch, scrolling on his phone when you come in looking like an absolute doll, grinning. “where you headed to, dollface?” he loves how flustered you get every time.

HE’S OBSESSED WITH YOUR LEGS. if you’re wearing a skirt, or dresses, he would always have his hand on top of them like they belonged there. caressing his thumb along your skin, gripping it, loving the way you shiver from his touch. 

he carries you bags with no hesitation. saying, “you can’t be a princess if you carry your own bags, hm?” especially if you’re in heels, he doesn’t give you the chance to even grab the bag.

if anyone dared to mock him for dating you—in front of you he would just laugh it off, but the moment you’re not looking he makes them regret it. his eyes turning dark, that one grin on his face completely wiped, clicking his tongue in annoyance. 

he acts like he’s sooooo annoyed when you “doll” him up, but really he likes it. he likes how focused you get when you paint his nails, black because you wanted to match, or clipping one of your hair pins to his hair, giggling each time. he never takes it off, even if you guys were in public, he would wear it proudly.

he never admits it, but he’s glad to have you. loving that he gets to come home to you, always saying. “what can I say? I get to come home to the prettiest thing.” 

nanami k .

he’s amused, and admires the small details about you. the way your nails are always done, your outfits coordinated, hair matching—he’s impressed each time.

he doesn’t tease. he’s not the type to tease you for being you, he loves calling you “sweetheart” “princess” “beautiful” he treats your hyper femme as something precious.

he never complains if you take too long, if he sees the panic on your face, trying to find a purse to match your outfit, or a missing heel, he would always calm you down. “sweetheart, relax, breathe. take your time, I am in no hurry.” 

he’s really protective over you, if someone were to make a snide comment about you being too much—he wouldn’t be loud, he would still be calm, stepping in front of you, using that tone that always made people shut up. he doesn’t like when people beat your confidence, it makes him irritated.

he’s not opposed to you dolling him up, he actually enjoys it. when you clip one of your hair clips to his hair, or when you do his skincare, wearing one of your headbands. he loves it, loves that you’re comfortable enough to do these things with him.

on some nights, you do like to dress up with new outfits you got. kento could be sitting at the dinner table, a glass of wine in hand, watching you. “do you like this one?” he would simply nod every time, watching you like you were the most beutiful thing to ever walk this earth 

kento always, and i mean always notices if somethings changes, could be the way you change your hairstyles, or your nails, even your perfume. “is that a new perfume?” he’s quick to notice if something changes, but you were not complaining.

choso k .

he’s not fully aware of what’s going at first. he wasn’t apart of your world of pretty dresses, lip gloss, hair clips—he was confused, his world was dark, black. but the more he watches, he realizes how much all this stuff makes you happy, which makes him happy.

he gets memorized anytime you do your makeup, you could be on the bedroom floor, doing your lashes, or applying your lip combo and he would just stare with so much love in his eyes. 

he’s super duper careful with your things, if you leave your heels in the middle of the hallways, he makes sure he’s careful picking them up, not wanting to ruin the th material on them, or if you leave jewelry out, he makes sure to grab it slowly, putting it back into your jewelry box.

loves carrying you. could be because your feet hurt from your heels, or because he wants to treat you like the princess that you are. “you really are a princess.” he mumbles, giggling, rolling your eyes. “if i’m a princess then you’re my knight in shining armor.” 

gets confused if you ask him for a fashion opinion, “glossy or matte?” he didn’t know what it meant, but he chose off the name depending on your outfit. if it was pinky, he picks glossy, if it wasn’t as pinky, he picks matter—but later he does research these different things, so next time he’s ready.

but he caught on fast. when it came to you? he always did. so when he noticed how weird—distant you were being, he brought it up immediately. “you’ve been distant lately, what’s wrong baby?” he’d ask, laying on your bed watching as you studied on the floor. at first you’d brush it off. “nothing, toru, i’m fine.” but the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes made him frown.

he’d end up, picking you up from the floor to sit with him, his back on the wall, while you’re on his lap. blue eyes piercing into your e/c ones. “I know when you’re fine, and when you aren’t. what’s going on?” you’d be hesitant at first, your hands clenching his shirt, sighing, finally telling him. how insecure you feel standing next to him, how small, and different you looked. he would frown, his grip tightening around you.“you really think, I would want anyone else?” he says, with a dry chuckle, like you just told a joke. “you’re the best part of my day—I’d rather hear you ramble on and on about an anime character I don’t know, than listen to girls talk about their body count, swear to God. you’re my girl, I only want you.”

since then, he would go out his way to make you feel better, could be wearing matching hoodies, bragging to his friends about how you got another A on an exam, dropping off your favorite drink when he knows you’re studying, always sticking by your side, like a clingy puppy. and when you’re curled up, wearing his hoodie, sitting on your bed as he’s sprawled out next to you, constant poking at you, pouting for attention, he always looks at you with so much love in his eyes. he may be the life of the party, the frat guy—but at the end of the day you were his safe space, his everything.

suguru g.

suguru is the one who stands out no matter where he’s at. he’s charming, attractive, tall, deep voice, girls are constantly surrounding him at parties, smiling too big, trying too hard to gain his attention, but you were the only one he’s ever given his full attention to you. and that was a problem. you weren’t like the other girls who wore tight dresses, mini skirts, revealing shirts—you were a nerd. straight A’s, nose deep in books, big glasses, corny t-shirts with inside jokes written on them. always clutching a water bottle, or juice inside of a beer to your chest, arm wrapped tightly around his, as he talked to his friends—you thought you were fine, thought you could handle dating a frat, but you couldn’t bypass the feeling of always feeling so out of place when you’re with him. you watched how everyone looks at him, how girls whispers his name like a prayer, —you couldn’t help but think. are you really enough for him?

he’d noticed. he noticed immediately, he always did. the way you tensed up by his side when a girl talks to him, giving him bedroom eyes while you were standing right there, or when you pull your face away if he tried to kiss you, clearing your throat, excusing yourself to the bathroom. at first, he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, until you kept doing it, saying nothing.

so when you were laying on his chest, in one of his hoodies, trailing a finger on his stomach he knew you were deep in thought. you were quiet. he squeezed your arm, turning his head to peck your head, “what’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours, hm?” you would brush it off at first, but that only made him sigh, tilting his head.

he gave you that look. the look of knowing you weren’t telling him the truth. you’d bite your lip, looking down in embarrassment, finally giving in. when you told him what was going on, he sat and listened, rubbing a soothing thumb over your arm, nodding his head, humming softly. “sweetheart, I don’t pay attention to them for a reason—you’re the one who I wanted, you’re the one I got. I don’t want them, trust me when I say that.”

he would do anything in his power to make you feel less insecure after that. he’d sit with you during lectures, while you study, and at parties he would keep you close to him. arm around your shoulders, the small bit of you back, your thigh, something to give every girl who stared a hint that he’s taken.and when it’s just you two, on your bed, sitting on his lap as you did his skin care, he’d have the most boyish grin on his face. because no matter how many options he has, he will always pick you, he only had eyes for you.

sukuna r.

sukuna is THE frat boy people look for during parties. he’s the one people get excited for when attending his parties. he’s choatic, a daredevil—people were obsessed with him. he was literally the life of the party, sharp jaw, tattoos covering his body, crimson eye that read trouble. he had a reputation for fighting, and breaking hearts. so when people found out who he was dating—a nerd. they didn’t believe it, the quiet girl who spends most her time in coffee shops and libraries, dating someone like him? it’s like the biggest rumor spreading around campus, him? with you? they didn’t get it, but neither did you.

you’re the one who helps him studies…if he even shows up, the one who scolds him for getting into a fight, bandaging his knuckles, keeping his temper at bay. but even then, you felt small in his world, you’re quiet, shy. he was loud, not afraid to put someone in their place—you didn’t think you were enough for him, it hurt to think this way. the thought that he could dump you anytime, and move to the next girl? who wouldn’t think this way. he has many options, yet he still chose you, and you don’t know why.

and at parties? God they were the worst. he never minded you clinging to him the entire time. your hands wrapped around his bigger arm, as he talked, or joked with his friends, while girls laughed too hard at his jokes, brushing a hand over his arm, not missing the way they whispered, how “lucky” you are when they walked past. it never sounded kind either, which hurt more. if you excused yourself, with a small mumble, you would go upstairs, straight to his room to get away from the crowd. you weren’t the one to cry, but you couldn’t help but let a few tears fall, using the sleeve of your shirt to wipe them away.

he’d instantly know if something was wrong. when he chased after you, going up to his room, he practically frowned hearing your small sniffles. when he came in, hearing his footsteps, you tried to wipe away your tears, not wanting to show him you were crying, but he didn’t let you, kneeling in front of you, hand cupping your cheek, seeing more tears fall, grumbling.

“talk to me.” he said simply, sternly, a thumb caressing over your tears. you would try to say its nothing, that you’re fine, but he wouldn’t buy it. “don’t lie to me.” he’d growl, eyes narrowed, but still soft. then you’d whisper it, how you think you don’t belong here, with him, saying how everyone looks at him is different than how they look a you, how you don’t believe you’re the right girl for him.

for a second he’d stare. then he’d scoff pulling your face closer to his, “you think I give a damn what they think?” he starts, eyes going dark at the thought of you beating yourself up from….nonsense. “don’t ever compare yourself to such foolishness. I chose you for a reason.

after that he starts showing you off in his way. at parties he places you on his lap with a firm grip on your waist, he sometimes forces you to wear his clothes, shirts, hoodies. an arm slugged over your shoulders walking you to class, or placing a lazy kiss to your lips, just because he can, giving out a clear message. he’s happy where he’s at.

toji f.

toji is NOT the typical frat guy. he looks like his second home is the gym by how broad and big he is. he has that dangers outgoing smile that makes every girl forget what they were saying mid sentence—all the girls loved him, he was hot, who wouldn’t? he’s cocky, big, tall, he has the looks, he’s funny, confident, charming—so when he has his arm wrapped around you, standing behind you, lazily placing his head on your shoulder. people stared.

at first you tried to not let it get to you, he’s yours after all, right? but who would think toji’s type is the quiet girl who reads during class and still passes the exams? wears oversized shirts, hoodies, black glasses, and actually does her homework, getting assignments turned in on time? you didn’t.

so sometimes it was hard to not notice the constant whispering, and staring. how they looked at him, then you, figuring out what you did to even deserve him. it eats you alive during the quiet moments. if you’re walking on campus, his arm hanging over your shoulders, and people greeting him, but barley sparing you a glance—you felt invisible. he could’ve had anyone, any girl on campus, yet he picked you?

and of course, he does notice. he’s observant, very observant, it wasn’t hard to miss what exactly what was bothering you. the way you clenched his shirt practically hiding behind his bigger frame, or how fidgety you get when people talked to him, when girls came up to him, and the way you go quiet when his attention is on something else.

he wouldn’t call you out in front of everyone—instead he waits till you’re both alone. where you’re curled up on the couch, watching something, his eyes narrowing not liking the silence. “what’s goin’ in that pretty little head of yours, princess?” you try to play it off at first, a small smile, mumbling. “nothing.” but he doesn’t by it. he gives a dry chuckle, standing up from where he’s at. “nah. see, you get all quiet on me when somethins’ bothering you. so go on, and tell me.”

so when you bit at your lip, finally telling him how you feel small, that people judge you for dating him, that you don’t deserve him, he just shakes his head, same grin on his face not believing what he was hearing right now. “remember how hard I tried to get you to even look at me? let alone to talk to me?” when you nodded, he shifted closer, now kneeling in front of you. “I wouldn’t have tried so hard, if i didn’t want you, princess.”

It was strange that katsuki suddenly texted you, there was something probably going on but you didn't wanna assume, so you got up from bed to walk to the boys side of the dorm. it was dark and quiet considering everyone was sleep, making it to his door. you softly knocked against the wood, not even a minute he swings It open, he looked grumpy. "you know I can get in trouble right?." he rolled his eyes, "shut up stupid and come in." you gave a small chuckled, walking into his door leaning up to peck his lips, shutting the door behind you both. "you look grumpy. what's wrong?." he groaned, "I already told you nothing is wrong." — "then why am I here?." you raised a brow going to sit on his bed who looked away, he was quiet. "kat?." again he grumbled. was there something he didn't wanna say?. "katsuki bakugo." you squinted your eyes towards him who groaned finally looking back up to you, "I jus missed you.." he mumbled but you heard him, smiling softly. when he didn't get an answer, he just seen you pat the spot on the bed, he didn't complain, getting into his bed cuddling with you.

he looked flustered. "you miss me?." he snarled, "I'm not repeating myself you idiot." — "never told you to." you teased with a chuckle kissing his nose, you always loved moments like this, katsuki letting his guard down and being calm as you both cuddle with eachother in bed.. though he is a hot head he was yours. in reality, he didn't want to admit that your touches and warmth gave him comfort— comfortable enough to sleep peacefully, he was a fool for affection— but just from you. you were surprised at first that katsuki let you touch him going beyond playing his hair and kissing him considering he hates being touched but it's different when you're the one touching him. your hands are so warm and soft against his skin, the way you would play with his hair, or cuddle him, kiss him. it showed a complete different side of him. he sighed softly feeling your fingers in his hair messaging his scalp as he held you close, "you're such a baby." you scoffed hearing him mumble a small shut up with a pinch to the waist, "If you wanted to cuddle you could've said that~." again he pinched you but on your stomach, a bit harder this time, flinching from the stinging pain."shut up and sleep." he's one to talk. you got woken up from your sleep.

you rolled your eyes snickering, "you're one to talk tough guy. you woke me up." you pouted, was having a good ole dream. katsuki mumbled a small, "sorry." something that was rarely ever said but you could tell he was he getting sleepy, his breaths were going shallow as his body relaxed more into your arms, but before he could let his eyes betray him. he lifted his head to look up at you, your beautiful face..he leaned a bit with a small grin. “you look pretty." you tilted your head with a small smile feeling your heart flutter, "I do?." he hummed, "yeah.." he whispered back before leaning in close to take your lips with his. it was a small and gentle kiss, sighing in relief that his night can finally end. after a few seconds he broke apart the kiss cuddling against your neck finally letting sleep take over. seeing this side of bakugo really made your love for him grow stronger, he wasn't the same kid you knew since middle. he's grown. and you're proud of him for that. for a few minutes that went by of playing with his hair and listening to his soft snores sleep soon took over you as well.

after you sent that text to Izuku, 20 minutes had passed before hearing a light knock at your door. you didn’t bother to get up using a feather from your wing to open the door. Izuku stood there with a bag of your favorite snacks and ice packs, his face softened but chuckled a little. you were spread out like a star fish—when you heard him walk in placing the bag down you looked up, “took you long enough.” you grumbled hearing him hum, bending the ice pack in half for it to get cold. “endevour made us patrol a little longer today, but i’m here now, right?.” you groaned rolling over to lay on your back, “I guess so.” you huffed, but sighed in relief feeling the ice pack on your forehead, “that feels nice..” he smiled, continuing to hold it to your head as he sat down next to you, “how have you been holding up?.”

“I almost died from suffocation. It’s too damn hot.” you complained, Izuku nodding his head in agreement caressing your hand with his, “I do agree, we had to get new suits by how high the temperature rised.” humming, you turned on your side, playing with his fingertips, “at least you don’t have to suffer every damn year—but you just being here makes me feel better...so thank you.” he felt you give his hand a squeeze, smiling down at you. he lifted your hand close enough to his lips pecking the back of it, “of course my love, just rest for the day. I’ll be with you the entire time.” and he did what he said. when you fell asleep he stayed with you the entire time, he placed your head on his lap as he kept the ice pack on your forehead making sure you don’t overheat. the whole time he made sure you were comfortable and relieved.

It took some time—but once shoto was done with his dad and the others, you heard a knock at your door. you coughed into your sleeve, walking to open the door revealing shoto who stood with a bag of snacks and a hoodie, “you don’t look good.” you rolled your eyes playfully, stepping aside to let him in, “gee—thanks shoto totally didn’t know that already.” you sniffled, closing the door, walking back to your bed, sitting on it watching as shoto set down the bag on your desk, “are you feeling ok?.” he questioned as he walked up placing his hand on your forehead, it was hot. “now that you’re here yeah..but keep your hand right there..it feels nice.” you leaned more into his hand feeling coldness radiate off his palm, softly smiling. shoto gave a small grin also, “i’m going to need my hand if you want your snacks.”

but after much thought of it, today was the day you were gonna ask if you guys can try it, right now you were laid in bed hugging a pillow in your grasp as choso was in the shower after he gotten home from working out with his younger brother yuji. you were scrolling on twitter liking memes you found funny, giggling every now and then at the stupidity on the app. this went on for a few more minutes, hearing the shower turn off and a door opening revealing your boyfriend of 2 years..with his hair down.

what a sight:

whenever choso had his hair down you would always get turned on. no joke. he looks hot, could you blame yourself? the water dripping from his black hair to his chest down to his V-line that was slightly showing... choso didn’t realize your staring as he went into the closet to pick out a white shirt and grey sweatpants, as he was being oblivious to your staring you felt your pussy throb at the thought of you gripping it in your grasp. fuck. you squeezed your hold onto the pillow slighting grinding against it at the scenario’s that played in your head. choso still being oblivious gotten dressed into his night wear, turning off the closet light using the towel to dry off his hair making his way to your guys shared bed. He looked up to see you hugging a pillow very tightly with a raised brow, you were looking at him as if you were gonna pounce any minute. he cleared his throat, “you okay?.” he asked and you nodded your head letting go of the pillow, now sitting up staring up at him “you think we can try that thing we talked about?.” you asked with a husk voice watching as he put the towel down with rest at the corner of the room, giving you a questionable look, “what was it we talked about?.” he answered walking closer towards the bed at the edge of it taking your face into his hand, you bit your lip.

“about going rough with me?.”

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did not expect this.

ass was up and your back was arched, as hands were gripping your hips as he thrusted deep and hard into you hearing your moans full the room. This was all new to choso but he was damn sure a pro at this..the rhythm with his thrust and motion surprised you at this speed. when did he learn all of this stuff? you don’t know or where he learned it from but you fuck it feels so good. you bit hard against the pillow that was laid underneath you, feeling your eyes roll back into your skull as choso kept thrusting at a fast pace. you were becoming a moaning mess every second he thrusts insides you, forcing your hips to push back into him. choso was panting with balls of sweat dripping down his temple as he tried to contain his grunts every time your ass would slam back into him, you gripped the bed sheets beneath you trying to get a word out but everytime you spoke a loud moan replaced it. “f-fuck!..” you whined trying to pull back from him to catch yourself, but he raised a brow seeing you try to get away from him with a scoff.

he thought you wanted this?.

he tsked to himself pulling out of you to flip you onto your back, instantly sliding back into you watching your eyes flutter then squeeze closed. He smirked looking down to see how deep he was into you seeing a print in your stomach, he tilted his head using his hand to press against your stomach to see where his cock was making you scream, “choso!.” you moaned his name feeling his hand push against your stomach practically feeling him gripping the bed sheets, squirming underneath him. he scoffed, he couldn’t believe it actually worked. “can’t believe that worked. I thought you wanted this?” he snickered, you went to argue back but every hard thrust that was pushed inside you, abusing your cunt more and more you couldn’t say anything. when he didn’t hear an answer from you he wrapped his hand against your throat picking your head up alittle giving you a harsh stare.

you stared at him with wide eyes, feeling your air way stop choking a breath. you whimpered clawing at his hand to get him to let go, but choso smirked slowing down his thrusts going slow, “you want me to go slow and gentle with you? after all your whining and bitching for me to fuck you like this and when i do you wanna run away like a whore huh?.” he breathed out grunting at you tightening around his cock.

you whined in response trying to get him to let go so you can breathe, when choso saw you were still trying to put In a fight he smirked letting go off your throat hearing you catch your breath but moaned feeling his hand grip your hair (or braids) pulling your head back, leaning down to mark your neck. he bit and sucked against your skin leaving his marks all over your neck and shoulders, feeling his harsh bites against your neck digging your nails into his back moaning from the pleasure. he was still slowly thrusting inside of you as your knot was slowly coming in, you digged your nails deeper in his shoulder, “faster..m’finna cum.” you begged hearing a low hum feeling a hard and fast thrust. choso picked the pace up also feeling his orgasm, he fucked you in and out in and out with bits of hair sticking to his forehead looking concentrated trying to make you both cum. you were getting turned on by the second seeing his hair still wet and flowy as he fucked you, bits of hair sticking to his forehead as he panted keeping his thrusts focused. without a doubt you shot your hand up to intertwine with his black locks gripping it into your hold forcing his head down to connect with his lips.

kisssing you back much rougher than you, whining into his mouth tightening your grip in his hair feeling your knot come to an end. you squealed into his mouth feeling warm liquid fill you full as you came around his cock heavy, choso pulled back from your lips going towards your neck giving them soft pecks as he thrusted much slower, grinding out his orgasm, few more seconds, he pulled out of you, looking down at the mess he made, he looked between you and your messy cunt clicking his tongue. you were still trying to calm down from your orgasm but your break was over when you felt long fingers enter you. your back arched, bucking your hips Into his fingers feeling overwhelming pleasure. “no..” your body Is betraying you right now. you wanted more. you wanted to feel more. choso snickered keeping eye contact with you as he thrusted his fingers In and out of you at a slow pace, feeling your cum drip along his fingers. after a few more thrusts he pulled his finger out, leaning down giving your pussy a lick with a small moan after. you tasted so good. he leaned more Into your cunt caressing his tongue along your clit cleaning you up.

you moaned softly, grinding your hips at a slow pace feeling his warm tongue eat you out. you traveled your hand towards his hair pushing him more Into you, groaning at your taste. your mind was completely fuzzy, you couldn’t think anymore. you only cared and thought about the pleasure you were receiving, choso gripped your thighs lifting them up a bit Increasing his pace. your eyes shot wide, feeling him start to get more rougher with his tongue. he was only meant to clean you but Instead he got carried away..he was pussy drunk already. getting addicted the more he was tasting you, you were sensitive enough this wasn’t helping but It felt so good. you tried pushing his head back away from you but him being more stronger than you, his head didn’t budge. you felt vibrations of him chuckling, “c’mon baby, give me one more.” he groaned pushing your legs more In. you felt your knot start to quickly form again, trying to grind up against his mouth but the way he’s positioned you, you were forced at your submission. “I’m gonna cum..” you mumbled, “make me cum please.” you asked with desperation In your voice, you needed to cum again. as your final request came through, he kept his pace, moving his tongue up and down pushing In and out of you getting that same taste he got before moaning as you came Into his mouth. “there you go..such a good girl.” he cooed, licking you clean before leaning up towards your lips taking yours with his. you tasted yourself In his mouth, groaning.

you pulled his hair making his head tilt to the side deepening the kiss hearing him groan, the kiss lasted a few more seconds before he pulled away leaning over your sweaty body with a worried look. “are you okay? did i go too rough?.” you groaned sitting up with a small smile, “no..no you didn’t. who taught you how to do all of that?.” you said crawling towards his body to cuddle against him which he gladly accepted rubbing your hips up and down, snickering. “asked a few friends for help..and they gave me a few videos to watch so..” he answered with a small blush watching you laugh, “did you really go through all the trouble to satisfy my wishes?.” you raised a brow, choso bit his lower lip with a small nod. “what if i said yes?.” you shook your head dragging him with you as your back hit the bed with an arm wrapped around his neck, trailing a thumb on his lower lip. “well I enjoyed It..I say we do it again yeah?.” he smirked leaning down hovering his lips over yours with teasing flick to your expose cunt, “yeah?”

“yeah.”