⋆✮ talk louder❕
⤷ inumaki toge x yapper!fem!reader
syn. someone makes you feel bad for talking too much, so toge fixes that
wc. 671
requested! 1 & 2
usually, you’re the soundtrack of the day.
rambling about how people who drink oat milk are pretentious and how much you wished you lived in a barbie dreamhouse.
you practically know the whole city. everywhere you go, you're stopped and greeted by someone you know. you compliment strangers on the street, you grin at everyone you walk past and you have this bright, bubbly energy that never seems to melt off.
everyone knows this. you are many things. but quiet simply isn't in your vocabulary.
the commentary. the dramatic retellings. the unnecessary sound effects. the 'and guess what happened next!?' at full volume while everyone else is trying to eat in peace.
and usually, toge sits beside you, chin in his hand, listening, 'salmon,' he hums softly when he agrees, 'okaka,' when he doesn’t.
but today?
you’re quiet.
too quiet.
you’re sitting at one of the long tables, eating lunch with the first and second years, poking at your food, speaking in this weird, tiny voice that barely carries past your own tray. it doesn't even sound like it belongs to you.
“and then… um… the curse tried to, like… grab gojo-sensei…”
it’s barely above a whisper.
toge blinks.
across from you, panda pauses mid-bite, “did she just… whisper?” he asks the others.
maki squints at you “are you sick?”
you shake your head quickly. “no! i’m fine. just… talking... normally...”
this is not normal.
toge tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing. he knows your normal volume. your normal is at least a two dollar medium-sized gag gift store megaphone.
he nudges your knee gently under the table, “tuna?” he asks softly.
you shrug, avoiding eye contact. “i just… don’t wanna be loud.”
he studies you.
someone must've said something to you. his expression shifts, subtly, but protective.
you try to continue your story in your tiny, polite voice. “so then gojo-sensei was like, ‘i’m the strongest,’ and the curse just… um… called him—”
you trail off.
toge unzips his jacket. his gaze locks onto you.
“talk louder.” it comes out clear. controlled. directed only at you.
you blink.
and then—
“AND THEN THE CURSE TOLD HIM ZARA PROBABLY HAD A MODELLING POSITION FOR HIM WITH THE WAY HE WAS POSED UP—”
your hands fly to your mouth.
your eyes go wide.
you’re yelling. so loud you can see birds rocket out of trees outside the cafeteria.
maki almost chokes on her drink, megumi's shoulders jump, startled, nobara drops a chopstick. yuuji and panda burst out laughing. and everyone else follows suit.
you slap your hands over your mouth, mortified. “TOGE—!!”
“more.”
“IT SAID HIS INFINITY COULDN’T PROTECT HIS TRAGIC FASHION SENSE!”
you look like you want the ground to swallow you whole.
but the more you try to hold it in, the more the cursed command forces your voice up out of your throat. like word vomit.
“AND THEN GOJO-SENSEI TRIED TO FLEX BUT HE SLIPPED ON THE RUBBLE AND THE CURSE WAS LIKE 'MAYBE YOU SHOULD TAKE THAT BLINDFOLD OFF SO YOU CAN SEE WHERE YOU'RE GOING'—”
then you look at toge.
he’s smiling.
not a big one, just that small, satisfied curve at the corner of his mouth. eyes soft. proud.
and his eyes are almost glazed over, looking at you like he just won the world. because there you are. bright, loud, animated, and exactly as you should be.
you start giggling mid-sentence, still stuck at full volume, “—AND THEN HE SAID THE FALL WAS TACTICAL AND THE CURSE SAID 'I HOPE THAT BOOGER ON YOUR NOSE IS TACTICAL TOO'.”
you’re half laughing, half yelling, completely red in the face.
toge leans his chin on his hand again, watching you fondly, “salmon,” he says gently.
translation: that’s better.
the curse wears off soon enough. you meet his eyes. and instead of shrinking back down into that too-small voice from earlier…
you keep talking.
like you.
and somewhere near the doorway, gojo pouts about filing a complaint while the rest of the students lose it at your storytelling.
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Inumaki is many things, but innocent isnt one of them.
This is my first fic back after clawing myself back from nearly meeting Satan himself, so please bare with…
The hotel only has one bed you say…
“Gojo….why is there only one bed….”
“I can’t….hear you….tunnel or something….SORRY!”
The laughter that followed before he abruptly hung up on you cut through you like a hot knife. If it had been Nobara you needed to share the bed with, it would’ve been fine, hell even if it was Yuji you wouldn’t have minded all THAT much, but Inumaki? A guy you barely even managed to communicate with properly, let alone get to know well enough to sleep next to…What the fuck was Gojo playing at.
As you threw your phone on the bed and sank your head into your hands, you heard the click of the bathroom door open and flicked your eyes up to where your new bed buddy was now standing. His towel was dangerously close to barely covering his hip bones, and the remnants of the stream clung to his frame like smoke climbing a glass, your entire face burning up at the sight of him, half naked staring at you like he was looking at a confusing excuse for a curse.
A sudden flush slapped your face as you sat bolt up right, trying your hardest to keep your head facing the opposite direction again, the mental imagine of his abs now burned into your retinas for the foreseeable future, as you tried your best to fumble out an apology for staring.
“Shit sorry, didnt realise you were coming out of the shower, my bad! Um, so yeah….”
You not so gracefully flung your arm around and gestured to the double bed underneath you,
“Looks like Gojo just couldnt help himself…always trying to fuck with us even when hes no where near! I’ll sleep on the floor if you want, dont want to end up kicking you in the night or something…”
“Fish flakes, Tuna mayo.” (It’s fine, don’t worry about it.)
You still had a lot to learn about his way of communicating, those damn rice ball ingredients never got any easier to understand, especially when you were trying to be respectful and not look at his disgustingly beautiful body behind you. After a few seconds, you heard him clacking away at his phone, before hearing the text to speech voice cut through the room.
“I don’t care, as long as you’re comfortable with it. Im sure itll be okay, Kick me and I’ll just tell you to stay still lol.”
“lol? Cmon we’re not boomers here inumaki.”
“How else am I gonna make it sound like im laughing? Have you heard the way this thing says ‘hahahaha’?!”
The automated hahaha caused a laugh to stifle in your throat, not only did it sound incredibly robotic, but the rhythm of which it spoke made it sound more like a bad auto tune remix than an actual laughing reaction. His own chuckle erupted from his throat as he made it say it again, longer this time and way louder as he turned the volume up, both your laughter now filling the room and dismissing some of the obvious tension caused by Gojos butting in and ‘playing Cupid’ antics, helping you both relax even just a little bit more now.
After towel drying his hair and getting changed into some of his comfier clothes, he announced he was decent and you both lay back on the bed, fixing your pillows and awkwardly trying to keep a respectable distance between the two of you. It wasnt as if you didn’t get on, whenever you worked together or hung out in similar settings you both really did seem to bounce off each other quite nicely, it was just that youd never actually spent too much time together, especially not one on one, alone, like this. After a few moments of awkwardly fumbling with your phones, he decided to break the silence by asking who you were texting.
“Salmon roe?”
You flicked your eyes to him to question what he was saying and saw him staring down at your phone, prompting you to quickly close the conversation you were having about him with Nobara and pull up instagram instead, a flurry of memes now flooding your screen.
“Oh just, Nobara asking if I was okay. I told her about the whole bed thing so…”
He flicked his eyebrow up and tilted his head slightly, waiting for you to continue.
“She asked if I was worried about it, and i obviously told her no.”
The nervous chuckle that followed seemed to confuse him, why would you laugh at the idea of sharing a bed with him and someone asking if you were worried?
As you fumbled a string of nervous over explanatory nonsense for why you laughed, his fingers typed away on his phone,the voice now thankfully cutting you off with a question you never thought he’d ask out right so suddenly.
“Arent you worried, like, even a little?”
Shit. Should you be worried? Should you be nervous? Was he the type of guy to try it on with you in the middle of the night, even after everything Nonara assured you of? Your mind cascaded into a full on melt down as you tried to form a coherent answer, only for him to message again.
“That sounded weird. Sorry. I don’t want you to be worried, im just saying….i am a little.”
Suddenly your mouth decided that words could indeed come out again as you questioned why he would be the one worried about you.
“Wait, whyre you worried? Am I coming off as some kinda perv or something?! If this is about me staring at you when you came out of the shower, I really didn’t mean to! I heard the door go and I didn’t even realise you were showering in the first place, and it’s a natural reaction to look when you hear a noise, especially in our line of work and….
“I meant because there’s a hot girl next to me in bed.”
“…hot?”
His eyes widened slightly for a second as he tried his best to keep them glued to his phone, his over confident words hanging in the air as if typing them somehow made them easier to say out loud. It wasnt as if he was trying to keep it a secret that he found you attractive, it’s just with his limited vocabulary it’s not exactly the easiest thing in the world to flirt with someone, especially with one who doesn’t understand the differences between different rice ball ingredients.
After a short while, he eventually lifted his gaze to yours, a small shy smile trying to break the tension as he then exhaled slightly from his nose, his words still clinging to the air like that somehow made it easier to comeback from, or make sense of. You nervously laughed as you looked away, the idea of him finding you even remotely worth looking at causing the flush to spread up your throat, your words now getting caught as you tried your best to think of a response.
“Didnt er, think you were like that. Thought you were Yano, kinda into…panda?”
“Why does everyone think im gay?!”
A roar of laughter erupted from your throat at his apparent anguish at the very real assumptions everyone thought of him and panda hanging out daily together. It wasnt as if you were set on him being gay, it’s just that everyone had told you not to worry about him trying anything when you two went away on this mission together. Hell, even Gojo made a not so subtle joke about how it would probably take a whole army of curses to pin him down, just for him to even think to reach for your hand.
“Im not gay, i very much do like women, okay? Like…a lot.”
“Oh, a lot ey? You might wanna try telling everyone else that then! The amount of people that told me not to worry about you trying anything…”
“Wait, what? They said that?”
Suddenly your words stopped him in his faked annoyance and caused him to turn more towards you, his body now facing yours.
“Oh um, yeah kinda, but they didn’t mean it in a bad way! Yano, youre just so….”
“Gay?” “Innocent.”
Your answer interrupting his made him pause for a second, thoughts ran past his mind as if he himself was questioning just how little everyone around him truly knew him.
“….innocent? Is that really how they see me?”
A beat of silence stretched between the two of you, before you answered again.
“Arent you?”
His fingers hovered over his phone for a moment, his mind trying its best to decide if he was ready to admit to something he wasn’t sure was going to be reciprocated just yet.
“Im not a pervert but, I mean, im still a guy Yano. Ask panda, hes walking in on me a few times…”
“Oh my god, please don’t finish that sentence when I’m right next to you in bed!”
Your laughter caused a tiny smirk to pinch at his lips as he flicked his eyes to the side,slightly towards you, before returning to type again.
“What…scared im not as innocent as you all think I am?”
“What? No, Im not ‘scared’ i just….”
Without skipping a beat he replied quickly to your response, his confidence being less faked now as he let his truer intentions filter through slightly.
“Prove it. Sit closer then.”
Anxiety pinged in your stomach as soon as you heard the voice quickly interrupt you, shit…maybe he wasn’t as shy and reserved as everyone thought he might’ve been. You never were one to back away from a challenge at the best of times, so why would you start now, especially with someone as toned and funny as him right next to you, egging you on.
You shifted on the bed and sat yourself next to him, your thighs now touching as you felt his muscles flex slightly at the contact, your own nearly shaking at the close proximity.
“I ain’t scared of shit, if I can go toe to toe with Megumi when Gojos just annoyed the ever loving crap out of him, for the last piece of tofu then sitting closer to you is like a walk in the park.”
His half lidded, sultry eyes slowly looked towards yours as his eyebrow slowly raised, the sudden shift in atmosphere threatened to grab your throat and pull you under, as he then suddenly slammed his hand down on your thigh and squeezed it once, his fingers daring not to shudder under the weight of what he was about to do. You tensed your thigh, swallowed your anxiety and followed suit, slamming your own hand down on his too, confirming to him and yourself that no matter what, you werent going to be the first one to lose this apparent game of chicken you were now thrust into.
If your heartbeat wasnt downing your hearing out, you might’ve heard him swallow the lump in his throat, or the tiny inhale he tried to suppress as soon as your hand landed on his thigh, but it didn’t matter now, all that mattered was if he moved his hand, then you had to too.
‘See? Walk in the park. Whatre you gonna do eh? Throw some cursed speech my way? Cause that would be the only way youd ever win this game I hope you know.”
His hand suddenly tightened again, causing your chest to rise and your own hand to grip onto him tightly too, both of you stuck in the awkward beginning of something you both clearly wanted, but were too nervous to advance further into just yet. That was until he decided that since neither of you were at home, he had no other choice…
“Tell me to stop.”
Both of your hands were now pinned at the top of your head as he used one of his to restrain you, using the other to awkwardly type out what he wanted to say. Your breathing was ragged and your body now crushed under his as he towered over you, his lean frame now caging you to the mattress under you both. All it took was you guiding your hand up his thigh and calling him out for being a pussy for stopping before he got to your pants, for him to fling you under him and grind down into you, using his strength to overpower you and show you why none of you should’ve ever underestimated him in the first place.
The next words out of your mouth surprised even you, as you lifted your head to meet him, your lips daring to brush his as you whispered your reply into his trembling open mouth.
“Please don’t stop.”
Thats all it took, as soon as he heard your reply, he crashed his mouth into yours, his tongue almost immediately darting to drags cross yours as he pushed his body harder down into you. The intensity of the kiss caused a tiny mewl of a moan to escape you, as your legs instinctively opened up more for him, and your back to arch closer to him, his other hand now grabbing your waist and helping guide you closer. The more he kissed you, the more you could feel his cock begging to push into you, his thrusts staying controlled but intense, as he pushed you now harder into the mattress below.
It took mere seconds before you were both clawing at eachothers clothes, pulling at them like they were personally insulting you by clinging to the others frames, for you both to end up completely naked and back to grinding into eachother again like before. His cock perfectly glided between you, catching your slick and moving against you like it was made to do so, only for him to break away from the kiss and slow his thrusts, his breathing matching yours as he pressed his forehead to you and fumbled again for his phone.
“You sure you wanna do this? Cause once we start, i dont think I’ll ever be able to stop.”
You grabbed his hand away from the phone and pressed it against your chest, helping him play with you as you pressed your open mouth to his.
“Trust me, if I didn’t wanna do this, I’d of flipped you on your ass as soon as you touched me.”
The markings on his cheeks suddenly became crushed upwards as he smirked at your response, his tongue now darting out and teasing yours to follow it back more into his own mouth, as he then continued to thrust more up against you, his cock finding the perfect spot to glide against you and force a moan to echo from your throat again.
He thrusted a few more times against you, the feeling of your warmth and wetness almost making him lose his mind, as he then pulled back and trailed one hand down your stomach and inbetween your thighs, his fingers perfectly finding your clit and rubbing small tender circles across it. The sudden contrast of his cock to his fingers made you jolt slightly, he was tender and soft to begin with, but the electricity that you felt rattle your core caused your hips to jerk upwards to meet his movements, only spurring him on to move his fingers faster. He gently moved them down and curdled them into you, as he peppered from your lips to your neck in tight, hot pecks, his teeth now claiming you as if he needed to taste you since finally feeling how tight you were inside.
He pumped his fingers gently into you to begin with, using the rocking from your hips as guidance on how quickly to push into you, but once he fully pushed in and heard you gasp as he tilted his hand and found the perfect spot inside you, there was very little restraint inside him to stop himself from pumping his fingers into you at a dizzying pace and helping you cum completely undone around him. It didn’t take him long before he found the perfect pace, his fingers gliding in and out of you with ease as you began flooding his palm,his dick thrusting into your thigh as he helped guide you towards your first orgasm of the night.
Your body craved more, the tightening grip of his hand on your wrists, the intense grinding of his fingers inside you pulling you closer to the blinding white light inches away from plunging you under, you couldnt help it, your hips just seemed to be grinding up towards him more as you tried to reposition him so his cock was the one thrusting into you instead of his hand. He used his hips to push you back down, helping you take his fingers first as, even thought he might not be the biggest cock in the world according to his own insecurities, he definitely was thick enough for you to need at least some form of stretching before you took any of him on, no matter how eager you were.
He felt you flutter around him as his name and that of a god he knew you never believed in spilled from your throat, the wave of pure ecstasy fully engulfing you as your back arched and your nails dug into his hand above your head. After he helped you ride that first high, he couldnt contain himself any longer, so as soon as your hips stopping shaking and your eyes fluttered back open to look for his, he gently removed his fingers and fisted his cock, helping glide it back to your entrance and slowly push his head into you. The stretch from him pushing into you was mind numbing, he wasnt the first person youd ever had sex with before, he was definitely the most attentive, and passionate. He took his time, he worked you up, and Jesus fuck did he know how to tease, because the second his head was in you, he stopped pushing and just held it there, his teeth returning back to your neck and claiming it for every curse tomorrow to see.
You moved your hips to help him delve deeper, but the more you moved, the more he moved with you, adamant he would be the one to control the depth and intensity of the session, only to chuckle slightly when you let out a whiny moan at the fact he wasnt pushing fully into you. He kissed his way up to your mouth and held it inches away from you, teasing you with the tip of his tongue, drawing more whines out before finally pushing fully into you and moaning into your open mouth back at you, as your breath got ripped away from you in an instant.
As soon as he was fully inside you, you felt every fibre of your being screaming from him to move more. Instead of quickly pounding you into the mattress, he simply kept himself in you, and only slightly circled his hips, clearly savouring the tightness of you surrounding him finally, before giving in and pulling one of your legs up over his shoulder and pushing deeper inside of you. The more he thrust, the more the air got knocked from your throat, each pound felt like he was pushing you harder into the bed, as he started to pick up a faster more urgent pace, his fingers now almost bruising your wrists as he continued to hold them up by the headboard above you.
What started as a gentle, easing into love making, quickly turned into his own personal declaration as to why innocent should never be a word thrown his way, as his hips slapped against yours, his sweat now trickling down his throat as he finally freed your hands and used his own to dig into your hips, forcing you to meet him with each punishingly fast thrust. He had moved more onto his knees as he helped fuck you back into him, your tits now bouncing and evading his mouth as he tried to latch on and litter you in markings, his mind going numb from just how tightly you hugged him, his own high dangerously close to slapping him across the face embarrassingly too soon. The more he heard you scream and moan, the more he had to make sure he didn’t slip up snd use his cursed technique on you. It was always something he had thought about doing, but understood that it wasn’t something he could just whip out on someone, especially it being the first time he was fucking them, but the way you bounced so perfectly onto his cock had his mind second guessing himself even more, maybe youd be into it? Maybe he could do it just once.
“Cum.”
As soon as he said it, you gushed all around him, your walls dragging him in deeper and clamping down around him. The backlash of his technique and the accompanied intensity of your orgasm caused him to almost instantly cum as well, his cock twitching and unloading the most intense and body crumbling orgasm of his life deep inside you. He didn’t intend on cuming just yet, he wanted to make you cum at least a few more times before he did, but the intensity of you pulling him in and feeling how tight you were milking him, he really couldnt help himself.
As soon as you both started coming down from your highs, he collapsed ontop of you and panted into your chest, tiny kisses trying their best to litter you as he desperately tried to regain his breathing, all but failing as both your visions fuzzed around the edges and your bodies shook from the afterglow. After a few minutes of shared panting and consciousnesses stabilising, he eventually pulled out and laid next to you, his arm out stretched to beckon you onto his chest only to realise your eyes were still fluttering and your mouth was still panting. A gentle chuckle escaped his mouth as he turned to lay on his side, flinging his arm now around your stomach and wiggling his head back towards your neck, exhaling deeply as he let a tiny “salmon?”utter into your hair.
To say you underestimated inumakis ability to make you fold like a lawn chair almost immediately was a wildly inaccurate understatement, especially considering you went another three more rounds before the sun even managed to peak through and declare it morning, still…there were worse ways to unwind before dealing with about 6 grade 1 curses for the next three days straight, I suppose.
✧˚ Scenario: You're his friend's sister. You're both dancing around without really voicing what’s exactly happening between you two.
✧˚ Tags: pre-relationship, fluff
✧˚ Characters: Megumi, Yuuji, Toge
Part 2: Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Choso, Sukuna
A/N: This is the secont part of the first one (SMAU). To make more sense, I recommend reading it first.
Megumi Fushiguro - 2.5 k words
Before the second knock on the door happened, you opened it abruptly. Smoothing away a wisp of hair from Megumi’s face. His deadpan expression was in contrast with your warm one.
“Megumi.”
He looked at you, speaking with his usual flat tone.
“Hello. Is Itadori home?”
You still stayed in the front of the house, body tilted slightly to show a glimpse of the house for an unspoken wish.
“No. He’s with Todo. Something about going to see the pop idol Takada? I’m not sure. Yuuji was not so happy about it. Probably he owes him one? For driving him to a basketball game last week.”
Your blabbering stopped when Megumi responded with a simple “Right” before taking his backpack off, his hands searching for the notes. Yuuji’s notes more precisely.
Damn. Did I spoke too much?
Megumi lifted his hand to give it to you, murmuring an explanation.
“Give it to him. He forgot about them on his desk.”
He could see the flustered, embarrassed pink in your cheeks. His eyebrow twitched under his hair, yet he didn’t press.
“Not surprised. Not surprised at all. Did you stay after school for tutoring?”
Megumi responded like he was in an interview, even if he was purposely present in the conversation. He was never absent with you.
“Yes. I teach some new students, first year. Not fun.”
You chuckled, your hands gripped the handle like it would give you more courage.
“Do…you want to come in?”
Megumi’s eyes locked on yours, not giving away any reaction that could help you know what he must think behind those pretty eyes.
“For what?”
Maybe the slight irritation in your voice was because of this reason. Or because you feel way too frustrated for your brother’s friend that he didn’t give you that much of his attention, only a respectful, friendly one.
That’s what you thought, of course. On Megumi’s part, his body tenses if you’d pay more attention and not drowning in untruthful thoughts about him. Maybe she feels bored and just wants to hang out with someone.
“I don’t know. Maybe to play something?” His eyes widened lightly at the annoyed voice. “I’m not that bad at the game you play with Yuuji, you know?”
Megumi scoffed, a little amused.
“You lost every round last time.”
He shouldn’t be that focused on the pout you made and how precious it made you look.
“Yeah, because neither of you explained to me!” With your arms over each other, you avoided his gaze. “Or maybe go in the park near our house?”
“Are you bored?
His question was rooted in uncertainty, but even if his voice was neutral, his question seemed like he didn’t really want to be here.
“W-What? No, I was not! I just wanted to hang out with you. If my brother isn’t me, that means I should just fuck off, right?”
Megumi blinked, trying to interrupt you.
“That’s not—"
He looked at the way you moved the door like you wanted to close it, making him act at the same time you murmured.
"—It's not like you ever told me to hang out.”
His hand stilled the door; his presence invaded your space, forcing you to look up at him; the sun made his shadowed face more intimidating. In a good way. Your mouth open, and Megumi’s eyes flickered to your lips for a second before he spoke.
“I didn’t say you should fuck off. Sorry if that’s how I made you feel.”
You gulped, stepping a little close to break the daze he put you through, making him aware of the closeness as he backed up instantly.
You cursed mentally when a stutter left your mouth.
“D-Don’t be. I was an asshole, sorry. I assumed you didn’t like me that much, but anyone could choose their people. I was too full of myself.”
You’re not the asshole. He is. He feels like one. He didn’t realize how he behaved around you in a way that you’re trying to get close to him was mostly shut down by his way of being. In fact, maybe unconsciously, Megumi tried to keep a distance. Why shouldn’t he want a person like you close to him? You’re a piece of work. A beautiful one. But should he? Having already two close ones around him is more than he can handle.
And that’s not even the problem. The problem is he is not sure he feels the same way about you. That he feels the same friendly feeling. Platonic.
Megumi for sure remembers every damn time he reconsiders his insanity.
Even last time he was here at his friend’s house. Your house too.
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Megumi dropped his headsets, and the joystick followed. He sighed, leaning on the couch.
“One more round?”
Yuuji smiled at him, his question more like a joke, not that he wants it.
“I’m good.”
“Come on, afraid to lose?”
He stilled when you lowered on the couch, next to him. Not minding how your thighs touched his, or the way your face was inches apart from him, despite bending yourself to see your brother.
“No way. You promised me we would have a movie night!”
Yuuji made an awkward expression, his voice was apologetic.
“Yes, yes! I really didn’t forget.” He spoke to Megumi now. “Stay the night?”
“No.”
He was sure that was enough, until your pleading eyes caught his.
“Why? We didn’t stay in a while! Wait, we should call Nobara too!”
Both speak at the same time.
“I’m not watching Gossip Girl again.”
You snorted, brushing them off.
“Yeah, yeah. “Then, you begged him one more time. “Please?”
The hopeful glint in your eyes caught him off guard by the sudden leap of his heart, adjusting his voice and taking his eyes off you.
“Fine.”
Both you and Yuuji react at the same time, showing clearly you are siblings—rising from the couch, punching the air, and speaking in a way too cheerful voice.
“YES!”
Later that night, he realized he couldn’t feel worse than this. You fall asleep. Head resting on his shoulder. Despite the fact Megumi never reacted that is annoyed by sudden gestures of affection in general, for example when you usually hug him before he leaves. Or landing your elbow in his arm to tease him or fight him. He couldn’t. Because he fucking likes it when you do it.
His breath caught in his throat, not daring to move even a little to wake you up. Still, you did when the position was so uncomfortable even in your sleep. You tilted your head with half-lidded eyes and spoke with a hoarse voice.
“What time is it?’
When you look up, you realize what you did. Yuuji dropped on the floor, a small blanket under it, probably pushed from his room for Nobara to take his bed.
“Fuck!” You put a hand over your mouth, both of you looking at Yuuji. Yet, thankfully, he only grunted a sound before he turned to the other side. “Sorry. I didn’t want—Did you sleep? Of course you didn’t. Because of me, right?” Your whispers were barely audible by how fast you spoke.
“It’s okay, [Name]. Sleep here if you want, I’ll go home.”
“No! It’s way too late; are you insane? But I don’t want to wake up Nobara either… What can we do?”
His only luck that night was the moonlight that darkened his expression, hiding the sudden pink in his cheeks.
“I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“I can’t let you do that! I’ll do it!”
You rose from the couch, tiptoeing to find another blanket. You yelped when he spoke behind your back, making you lose your balance until his hands caught your arms.
“Take one more.”
Your back brushing his chest. Your body heated in an instant, making it hard to breathe. Megumi saw the hesitation in your move, but he assumed it was because you didn’t want him to sleep on the floor.
He couldn’t sleep that night. No, he could only think about how you stayed on the floor with him, facing him. Smiling at him. Making him smile too for the fact none of you wanted to let the other sleep on the floor. Or maybe because yours was contagious enough to trigger forming another on his face too.
Megumi didn’t ignore when your eyes lingered on his figures, wondering what’s possible the reason. Maybe it doesn’t exit one. He’s the only one at fault to see you in a different light, after all.
“Night, Megs.”
“Good night.”
Your eyes closed, finally allowing him to admire you too, but he only felt worse. And the morning didn’t help either.
Nobara and Yuuji were standing in front of you, watching the scene in front of them. Nobara tilted an eyebrow, looking at the sleepy position you both were in. Facing each other. Body bending toward another, knees raised, almost touching.
“Such loverbirds.”
Yuuji had a shocked expression, speaking in a dramatic manner.
“Ew! Nobara, don’t say things like that!”
“What? What do you want if they looked like this? Take a joke, man.”
But Yuuji's reaction was maybe protective, not that he would really mind that much if his sister were to be Megumi’s boyfriend. He loves Megumi. He trusts Megumi. But he wasn’t aware how conflicting Megumi’s soul was. Or his sister’s one.
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“I don’t mind.” He found himself speaking. The flashback passed before his eyes, reminding him that he wouldn’t want you to stop being yourself and whatever you feel about him being your friend. “I don’t mind hanging out with you. I just didn’t want things to be awkward.”
“Awkward? Because of what? Then…will you go with—"
“Yes.”
You smiled, and he felt relieved.
“Wait for me to change. Come in until then..”
He nodded, coming inside. His heartbeat accelerated as he waited for you. What will Yuji think?
None of you were aware that as you both walked in the park later, talking about any subject you could think of because Megumi was a good listener, Yuuji saw you from afar.
Todo’s car stopped, lowering the window for Yuji to see better.
“Want me to park the car?”
Yuji catched Megumi’s small smile as he looked at his sister, so that he could clearly see how happy she was being here with his friend.
“No, Todo. Drive me home for now.”
Yuuji felt a weird feeling inside of him, but it didn’t stay long. It vanished when he realized that two of the most important people in his life cared for each other. And he is not the one to stand against such things. Never was.
Itadori Yuji - 1k words
Itadori was brushing nonexistent dust off his denim jacket, his hand ruffling his hair even more in the hope that it would somehow arrange itself. His eyes widened when the door opened, yet he concealed his emotions behind the broad smile on his face, even though his voice betrayed his self-confidence, visibly flustered.
“Hey! Ahm, hello here.”
You laughed, stepping aside to let him into the house.
“Hey, Yuuji. Come in, Megumi hasn’t woken up anyway, so let’s make sure we don’t ruin the princess’s sleep.” Yuuji slipped off his sneakers while you spoke, letting out a slightly muffled laugh, his jacket sliding off his shoulders, taken by you afterward so you could hang it on the coat rack. You glanced at him over your shoulder, smiling warmly. “Do you want something to drink?”
Unintentionally, he answered a little too late, his attention half-focused on watching you. You were dressed in comfortable clothes, your hair tied up in a way that illuminated your face even more and accentuated your features.
“Yes. Ah, well. Juice? Water? I’m not that hard to please.”
"True." He laughed a little nervously, sitting down on the floor near the living room table. He prayed you wouldn’t suggest staying in your room because he didn’t think his heart could withstand that. Or the guilt he felt. The sound of the glass touching the table at his eye level pulled him out of his thoughts, lifting his head to look at you. “What’s up with you, huh? Usually you talk our ear off.”
His cheeks flushed, shifting his weight onto his palms as he leaned back slightly
“Sorry. I don’t know if I’m ready to show you how bad I suck at school.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, pointing a finger at him in amusement. “No more sorry from your mouth.” You sat down facing him, crossing your legs into a more comfortable position. Resting your arms on the small table, you took the notebook from in front of him. “Now, let’s see.”
An hour passed. An entire hour in which Yuuji once again forgot about his surroundings, completely immersed in reading, which was shocking. To his surprise, you had a style similar to Megumi’s when it came to making him understand, only you were more soft-spoken. And yes, there were still moments when he got lost in your gaze, but you didn’t notice. No. You were too focused on helping Megumi’s friend, the one you had wanted to grow closer to for a long time, driving your brother slightly insane with questions.
—Is Yuuji coming over again?
—Can I come with you wherever you’re going?
—What does Yuuji think about me?
So yes, Megumi knew about your affinity for Yuuji. Not that he would ever betray you by actually telling him—that was something you had to do. Plus, he wasn’t even sure if his friend felt anything similar.
So when Megumi woke up, he wasn’t that surprised to see Yuuji. He skimmed through his messages and already had context for why he would be in the house.
But he wasn’t stupid; he could see the way his friend looked at you as if you were the only girl in his world. He restrained himself from smiling when Yuuji looked at him as though he had been caught doing something forbidden (Maybe it was? For others? For him, not really), immediately standing up.
“Fushiguro. Morning, man. I…I texted you and then I asked [Name] what you were doing and she suggested to…”
Maybe Megumi’s tired eyes, screaming irritation, intimidated Yuuji, initially believing they were directed at him. But Megumi gestured dismissively with his hand, heading toward the kitchen.
“Make sure to study for tomorrow or I’ll punch you for sure.”
Megumi closed the door behind him, leaving you alone once again. All this time Yuuji hadn’t noticed your subtle smile reserved for your brother, silently conveying a message.
“A second punch from me too.”
“I thought you were on my side!”
You smiled to yourself, returning to write multiple schemes for him to learn more easily. “Mhm, mhm. We’ll see.” Yuuji’s world stopped when you lightly tapped his cheek with the pen, teasing that adorable pout on his face. “You’re so cute sometimes, Yuuji.” He only laughed it off, his hands sweaty as he wiped them on his pants afterward.
It was already late when you finished the last lessons. Mirroring his position now, one on each side of the table, a grin was on your face.
“I know that look.”
“Yeah? And what do you think I want to say?”
Yuuji didn’t like the butterflies he felt when you teased him. He wished he could do the same, but unfortunately, he was at your mercy. He rubbed the back of his neck shyly.
“That… I did well with what I’ve done so far? And that I definitely won’t get punched by Fushiguro or by you? And that I’m not actually that bad? Right?”
You rested your cheek against your hand, your elbow touching your knee for support. Yuuji swallowed slightly at the sight. The silence unsettled him a little, making his heart pound even harder when you smiled at him.
“Yes, Yuuji. You’re not as bad as you think. You’ll succeed tomorrow.” Yuuji let out a breath, making you laugh, and Megumi scoff amused. “What do you say we go outside for a bit? So you can de-stress?”
He blinked twice, then looked over his shoulder at Megumi who was on the couch behind him, mindlessly clicking the remote of the television in front of him. Megumi raised an eyebrow.
“Fushiguro, are you coming too?”
Megumi glanced briefly at you, at the rapidly transmitted signal of “Don’t you dare,” and then at him.
“No. Go out alone.”
“Sure?”
The panic on Yuuji’s face amused Megumi. He knew Yuuji wouldn’t do anything to upset him, which made him even more permissive.
“Yep. Leave already.”
Before stepping out the door, smiling at one another, you both looked back at Megumi. Even though no one explicitly said anything, Yuuji felt deep in his soul that it wasn’t just in his head. That Megumi already knew by the way he looked at you, that you already knew what he felt for you because otherwise you wouldn’t look at him with the same tenderness he looked back.
And in that moment, he felt like he could do anything, anything to conquer his own world.
Inumaki Toge - 1.5 k words
The arcade called Gigo was quite far from your house, yet you knew it had enough games to satisfy Inumaki. Which, by the way, he still hasn't arrived. The tip of the foot was nervously tapping against the cold cement, the hands wrapping around the overcoat that no longer provided much warmth after 10 minutes in the cold. This idiot.
Your eyes wandered from side to side in the overwhelming crowd moving ahead until everything became blurred, immediately locking onto Inumaki. He was walking way too slowly not to annoy you, his lips wrapped around a straw, lazily sipping his bubble tea.
„What took you so long?”
„Kelp.”
You rolled your eyes, pulling him by the arm to get him to follow you into the room.
"Yeah, yeah. Hello to you too.”
Toge’s eyes glinted in an amused way, responding in return by raising his other arm for his drink towards you. „At least you should’ve bought it before you came to say sorry.”
It was meant as a joke, but Toge actually made a side note in his mind for that.
You put your hand under your chin, looking at all the devices and talking while gesturing toward each one.
"Do you want this?" Or this one? I don't really like this game, and you're definitely beating me here. Hmm, that's boring. What do you think of this?" Toge's touch surprised you a bit when he redirected your arm toward the multiplayer device. Although his eyes were drawn to the blush on your cheeks that made him remove his hand from you, your voice seemed unaffected, even annoyed. "Of course you're going to choose that." You're doing it on purpose to beat me, aren't you?
He shrugged as if none of his actions were intentional, even though the vast majority are. His concern about not cursing others, by limiting his vocabulary, forces Toge to be more open in his actions. Besides that, he can troll people without even speaking. And somehow he feels that Yuta's sister is more interesting than the others. He likes talking to you when he does. But he does it rarely.
Although sometimes he feels bad about it. Because he can't forget any of your cute actions so far.
For example, how Yuta was very panicked when he introduced you to each other.
„He is my friend. Toge. Toge Inumaki! He...doesn’t speak in normal words because his cursed technique involves commanding actions through words.”
The information flowed in your mind like it wasn’t a big deal, firstly taking his hand in yours as a greeting, followed by a curious look on your face.
"Hi. [Name]. What kind of actions? Like any actions?”
Yuta’s eyes flickered from you to him, assessing the interaction while Toge bowed his head in greeting before shaking it in approval. The grin on your face surprised both of them, and clasping your hands together, a plan started writing itself in your mind.
"Oh, that’s so fucking cool. So fucking cool! Can you help me torture Yuta then? I’d like to force him to ask Maki on a date because he will reach 80 before he has enough courage.”
Toge’s eyes glint with amusement.
"Salmon.”
Yuta interfered slightly, his words were cut off: "What—"
"Is that a yes, right? Damn, I want to know everything about you.”
Toge’s eyes widen; lucky, half his face was hidden below his collar.
Or the other times you fight with strangers because of him. No matter the context.
The bartender looked at Toge when you took too long to remember what Toge actually wanted, raising an eyebrow. Their tone was slightly mocking.
„The little boy can’t speak for himself, huh? Need an assistant?”
You were sitting with your fingers between your eyebrows, head bent down. But now, your gaze was fixed directly on the person in front of you, and Toge could tell from your nervous expression that you were about to argue in front of everyone. No matter how long the line is behind you.
"Excuse me?" Did someone ask you something? Have you ever thought that there might be other people in this world who are more special than you? I don't think so. Otherwise , you wouldn't have eaten shit. A manager, please—" Toge put his hand on your shoulder, feeling his heavy breath from all the attention focused on both of you. The regret was clearly illustrated in your eyes, biting your stressed lip. You took their hand, while the middle finger was pointed at the person, ending the one-sided conversation with a resigned voice.
"Actually, I don’t have time for stupid people like you. I’ll leave a review for you, asshole. Fuck you!”
Toge gripped your hand as emotions filled his whole being. To stop you? To thank you? He doesn't really know. Outside, the air filled his lungs enough to breathe again properly. Feeling too exposed to last longer at eye contact. Yet, his hand didn’t slip from yours, and now you put one of your hands on your face to hide from embarrassment when you see how agitated he was.
„I’m so sorry. Fuck. I didn’t realize I'd probably make you uncomfortable. That was actually my point, for you to not be. Sorry, it wasn’t my business. Maybe I should even shut the fuck up—“
„Tuna!”
Toge grabbed your attention from your inner panic; his other arm touched yours in order to silently say, "It's okay." ” You gulped, nodding in return. Then, as realization took in, you slipped your hand from his like it burned, making him the first time take in your features by the blush in your cheeks. You were endearing. „Sorry! Fuck. Let’s go eat something, please.” You start walking as he follows you, now his focus completely on you. On your presence. Something happened that day that Toge tried to avoid facing.
Why? Not because you are Yuta’s sister. Maybe a bit of this too, even if he likes to tease Yuta.
—Todo flirted with your sister.
—Did he??? She didn’t tell me.
—I can use my rizz on her if you want.
—Toge...
—Just saying
—Take care of her when I’m not around.
—Not the cheugy…
I’m cooked
—Can I trust you?
—...Yes.
And he did. Every time he was around you. Even if Yuta was around, he quickly assessed every place in school to find you and assure you are fine. But all these events confused Toge even more. Because the biggest reason is that he doesn’t accept that others can understand him to that level in order to be happy with a non-spoken person.
But you proved him wrong every damn time.
Writing on a paper and putting it on the window for him to see from the other class.
Texting you when you are both in a place where you can say things out loud, still you want to hear his thoughts.
Even trying to invent new words to communicate better with him.
"Can I add a word to your vocabulary? "Fuck you!" It’s needed, right? How about Okaka? Sounds good! Or no, how about Shio Kombu! Please. I’ll buy you medicine if anything happens. But it will not. Hope so. Will you?”
Your pleading look was too much for him, letting a sigh out as he practiced the new world with you.
Just like now, he wasn’t sure yet what you liked so much about hanging out with him.
He usually wonders if it's just because you met him through Yuta and you are a kind person. But sometimes, he finds himself wondering other things. Just like today.
"Shio Kombu! I knew you wanted this game to fucking make me lose! One more round—
Toge didn’t have time to react; he straightened his body when you gasped suddenly, moving in a swift motion to hide behind him, next to the game equipment. He tilted his head as you gave him a short look.
„He is here. I really don’t want to see him now.”
Ah, your loser ex. You told him at a sleepover at both yours and Yuta’s house. He could only type out "Sorry" on the messenger app, but he really felt annoyed that time. Toge doesn't like assholes. And the thought that an asshole treated you so badly you wanted to avoid him made him more annoyed.
It was mostly a distraction, not that he would not do it if you asked him, but when Toge raised his hand to drag his collar down and then moved it to the side of his mouth, you panicked instantly. You put a hand over his mouth, faces inches apart.
„No, wait! Toge!”
His eyes locked on yours, disconnected from the reality around you too, not caring about anyone, not even your ex, to break the moment as you lost in his gaze.
In the middle of the room, the cup of ice cream from the top dropped on the floor, some of it sticking to Yuta’s hand. The click sound makes Yuta move, taking the vintage camera from Panda’s hands.
“Eh? It's for teasing them later! We knew this would happen, right, Yuta?”
Yuta shook his head, taking Panda with him near the closed corner. Yes, they knew from the start that something different was happening with Toge, which is precisely why this precious moment should be shared only between the two of you. The time Toge Inumaki decided to trust someone’s taking care of his soul and prove to him he is more than enough.
⤷Bf texts with Toge Inumaki !! sorry if this sucks I have a few fics i'm working on rn 🥹 and happy 4th of july 🥳🥳 (some are based on texts w my friends LMAO)
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Imagine Inumaki going shopping with the reader but somehow lost them and the only way to find them is for him to shout "Tuna!" until they reply with "Mayo!".
jjk boys when they get pretty privilege right in front of you.
includes: yuji, megumi, yuta, toge and ino
yuji: yuji is super kind and humble, also a bit oblivious when it comes to people treating him extra well or flirting with him. someone could ask him for his number and he'd probably assume this was a normal occurence because how else will you make friends without having their number at the very least right? however he isn't slow to realise that he alone was the one being approached, warmed up to and even being offered discounts for simple things and not you. he'd notice the way you'd look away and try distracting yourself while he was busy with yet another girl coming up to him. next time he promises himself not to entertain other people and politely decline them, focusing on telling you how much you mean to him instead.
megumi: megumi isn't stupid, he notices the little frown that would find itself on your pretty lips (you say otherwise but megumi thinks you're the prettiest person he has ever seen) whenever someone, yet again, comes up to him with a slightly bigger smile asking him for directions and some as far as asking him to walk them to their destination. he'd decline everytime though, of course he would. why would he entertain other people when you're right there? don't get me wrong he isn't rude, he'd show them the directions but not without pulling you closer or holding your hand a little tighter.
yuta: he'd stutter and badly too. sometimes even wanting to hide behind you when he's completely at a loss for words as the waitress offers him an extra plate of food on the house, strangely only for him. on days when he's a little bolder though, he'd accept the free gifts with a thanks and hand them to you. he'd be confused why he's being offered goodies and never you and upon explaining to him, he'd sheepishly try replicating the treatment he got saying something like “if they treat the people they find pretty like that then it's only right for me to treat you like that too, because i think you're very pretty.”
toge: we all know toge doesn't speak because of his cursed speech but his eyes do all the talking. his gaze becomes a little softer on seeing you looking down at your feet waiting for whoever approached him to go away. he isn't really registering what the other person says, his focus being all on you when suddenly he finds a phone being handed to him, the number tab open for him to put in his. he'd hold out his hand, shaking his head and point to you, pulling you closer and zipping down his jacket revealing his pretty marked mouth to place a kiss on your lips. on seeing your surprised expression his eyes turn into pretty cresents as he mutters “salmon roe” and somehow you understand everything he wants to convey to you.
ino: ino would nudge you in triumph with a smirk as the barista offers him his coffee on the house but he doesn't fail to notice the way your smile faltered a little upon hearing the offer. he'd then decline politely but when the barista insists, he pulls you closer and tells them that he comes in a pair so it's either they give you free coffee too or he pays for the both of you. and pay, he does. with your order in hand, the both of you walk out of the cafe as he brags about how pretty he is but also about how lucky he is to have someone prettier, that someone being you of course.
