#yuji fluff

the playdate gets set for saturday afternoon, and sukuna seems pretty indifferent to it or at least he pretends to.

“you’re taking yuji to the park?” he asks while scrolling through his phone.

“mhm.”

“so, who’s the kid— or more like, you know their parent?”

“well.. a little?” you say thoughtfully. “toji fushiguro.. i think?”

“…fushiguro?”

you blink. “hm? you know him?”

“used to run in similar circles.” sukuna looks deeply annoyed already. “guy’s a pain in the ass.”

“well.. he seemed nice?”

“that’s because the guy likes pretending.”

you snort. “you’re dramatic, it’ll be fiiine.”

“i’m serious.”

“baby, i’m going to a playground. not a nightclub.”

sukuna looks at you for a long second, then sighs.

“fine, do what you want.”

which, surprisingly, he actually means— he fully intends to let you have your little park day in peace.

because really.. what could happen?

apparently a lot.

because now sukuna’s standing outside a convenience store a few minutes away while staring at his phone with growing irritation.

he just cannot stay at home while knowing you’re out with that damned black-haired man, so he lasts another three minutes before getting back in his car.

meanwhile, you’re sitting at the park bench while yuji and megumi run toward the playground together.

“be careful!” you call after them.

toji sits beside you a second later holding two juice boxes and an iced coffee.

“kid asked me to bring extras,” he says, handing you the iced coffee.

“thanks!”

“don’t mention it.”

for a while it’s easy and comfortable, you talk while the boys play. mostly about school— how both boys have been doing, how megumi apparently refuses to sleep without his stuffed wolf, how yuji always has endless energy no matter what.

“so.. that your kid, right?” toji asks eventually, nodding toward yuji.

you smile. “well no.. but technically my nephew.”

“could’ve fooled me.”

you shrug slightly. “he does feel like my own, though.”

“clearly.”

talking to toji is surprisingly easy, the guys laid back, which is probably why the next thing out of his mouth makes you second guess.

“you single?”

oh..

but before you can even answer, another voice cuts in.

“no, she‘s not.”

you look up immediately.

sukuna stands there behind both of you wearing all black with sunglasses pushed into his hair.

he looks weirdly calm, which means he definitely heard enough to annoy him.

toji glances between both of you once before leaning back slightly.

“oh! what are you doing here?” you say surprised.

“was just getting something to drink.”

“from the park..?”

“eh, crazy coincidence.”

toji snorts quietly beside you— big mistake, because sukuna’s eyes immediately slide toward him.

“fushiguro.”

“ryomen.”

you can absolutely feel the tension in the air.

you look between them slowly. “oh my god.. you actually know each other.”

“unfortunately,” they say at the exact same time.

yuji spots sukuna from across the playground and immediately lights up.

“UNCLE KUNA!!”

he abandons megumi and runs across the grass at full speed before slamming directly into sukuna’s legs.

sukuna just rests a hand on yuji’s head. “now get off me brat, you’re sweaty.”

“we were racing!”

“that so?”

“i won!”

megumi finally walks over, hands shoved into his little pockets.

“yuji cheated..” he says quietly.

“did not!”

“you pushed me!”

you’re trying not to laugh while yuji now clings to sukuna’s arm, and you get up to approach both.

toji watches the interaction for a second, then he looks back at you.

“…damn my bad,” he says finally. “cute little family you got there.”

sukuna goes quiet for a second, then his arm hooks around your waist possessively.

“exactly,” he says. “know where you stand, fushiguro.”

fixing up this series a lil ..

જ⁀➴ Satoru Gojo .ᐟ

You and your boyfriend were lying on the ridiculously large and comfortable couch of his living room. You were sat up with your cheek in your hand, elbow propped on the armrest, while Satoru lay down. He was currently using your lap as his pillow— as he so often did. Your hand played with his hair, twirling the tips of it between your fingers. 

You had insisted on putting a romcom on, which he wasn’t too eager about, admittedly. But it wasn’t like he was complaining about it. He simply remained silent, too unbothered to hide his disinterest. 

And frankly? You hated it. You almost wish he’d whine your ear off about your bad taste in movies rather than just being indifferent. Because it made you feel as if he couldn’t care less whether you were here with him or not.

That’s when an idea popped into your head. The words spilled out of your mouth before you could think them over. 

“It’s getting late, I think I should go back now.” you nudge his head lightly in the same way you usually did when you needed to get up to grab some water or use the bathroom, signaling for him to get off your lap.

Refusing to lift off of you, he remains silent for a moment, before slowly turning his head to look up at you. “What?”

“I said it’s getting late.” you repeat, holding back from smiling as you were already starting to find this amusing. You point to the window. “I want to get back home before it’s completely dark out.”

“And why would you want to go back home…? I don’t understand.” he frowns.

You furrow your eyebrows as well, mimicking him for the sake of playing along. “Why would I stay?”

“Because I want you to? I thought you were spending the night like usual.” He sits up, the blanket previously draped over him pooling at his waist, and folds one knee up to rest his arm against it as he looks back at you.

Now that he’s finally off of you, you seize the opportunity and stand on your two feet. You glance around the room, as if looking to gather your things to leave. Man, you were really selling it. “No, not tonight.”

“Why?” He immediately stands up. Walking over to you, he blocks your path, all 6’3 feet of him towering over you. “... is it because I wasn’t paying attention to the movie?” his voice grows quieter. 

You scowl at him and fold your arms over your chest, even though you wanted to burst out laughing. You had a part to play after all. 

“I’m sorry, okay? It’s not my fault I don’t like corny movies like that.” He shrugs, putting his hands on his hips. His gaze drops to the carpet beneath your feet. “Besides, it’s kinda hard to pay attention when you’re touching my hair like that…” his voice trails off.

“Well that’s a heartfelt apology if I’ve ever heard one.” you roll your eyes back. 

He groans and rakes a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I mean it.” the tall blue-eyed man sighs. “Don’t go, please?” he finally lifts his gaze off the ground to look at you. Satoru gives you his signature pleading look, accompanied with a playful wink. “I promise I’ll be super-duper focused this time.” he leans down so both of your faces meet.

You let out a sigh and look away, completely ignoring the fact his lips were just a breath away from yours. You pretend to give it some thought for a couple of seconds. 

“Alright, fine.”

His lips meet yours in a quick peck, and his arms encircle you as he lifts you up, throwing you over his shoulder. 

“Satoru! Unhand me—”

“Can’t, sorry. Don’t want you running away from me.” he shakes his head, patting the back of your thighs gently.

“I already said I wasn’t going anywhere!” you squirm in his grasp. 

“Better safe than sorry though, yeah?” he chuckles, making his way back to the plush sofa in the center of his living room.

“You can be so annoying sometimes, you know that?”

“Mhm, I love you too baby.”

જ⁀➴ Kento Nanami .ᐟ

You played with your necklace as you let your eyes sweep over Kento’s familiar apartment. The kitchen where you had made meals together, the corner where you forced him to dance to jazz music with you, and the front door where you’d shared as many kisses as goodbyes. 

Your boyfriend had excused himself for a moment and left you alone at the kitchen counter where you were previously chatting and enjoying a drink after coming back from your nice dinner date. 

Knowing the routine the both of you shared by now, he was probably going to come back with a spare set of clothes for you to change into and sleep in. 

And you curse yourself for the mischievous idea that squeezed itself into your brain. Perhaps you were feeling playful because of that dizzying kiss you shared earlier. Or maybe it was just the drinks. Either way, you were set on teasing him. 

So, you quickly stand up from the stool and grab your bag. Kento comes back before you can make your way to the coat hanger at the entrance, however. 

You hear the pause in his footsteps and turn around to face him. 

And just like you’d assumed, he had a fresh change of clothes in one hand, and the makeup removing wipes you kept at his place in the other. His gaze stays stoic, although you’re sure it doesn’t reflect what’s going through his mind. 

“You’re leaving?” He speaks in his usual steady tone.

You clear your throat and avoid his piercing gaze. “Yeah, it’s getting pretty late.”

He puts the clothes and makeup wipes down on the counter. “... I assumed you’d be staying the night.”

“Oh, no. Not this time.” you readjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“And why is that?” he lifts one of his eyebrows

“I don’t know… I’m tired.” you blurt out. You should’ve thought this through more thoroughly, clearly. 

A confused expression makes its way onto his face. “You’re tired, so you want to go out of your way to go back home instead of just spending the night here?”

You shrug and let your eyes trail away from him. 

He takes a couple steps forward until he reaches you. “Did I do something wrong? Is that why you want to leave so urgently?” he searches for your gaze.

But you’re determined to keep playing along, and don’t even spare him a glance. 

At your silence, he sighs. “… At least let me drive you home. It’s not safe for you to be out this late. Especially alone.” he suggests, but he’s already walking past you.

He grabs his car keys and slips them in his pocket before reaching for his coat. 

You quickly turn on your heels and reach him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. “I’m not going anywhere Kento.”

He halts his movements and looks back at you over his shoulder. “... What?”

“I don’t actually want to leave.” you look up at him, your chin resting against his back. “Just wanted to see how you’d react.”

He lets out a heavy sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. 

You let go of him so he can take his coat off. He hangs his keys back up and turns around. 

“Don’t do that again.” he runs a hand through his blonde hair, the motion making some strands fall against his forehead. “I thought I upset you, or made you uncomfortable in some way.”

“Sorry, you know I like to keep you on your toes.” you chuckle and reach a hand out to grab his. Despite his frustration, his hand finds yours almost instantly, as if it was second nature to him. His large and steady palm encircles your smaller hand, thumb tracing circles against the back of it. 

“There’s that, and those few glasses you had earlier which I definitely shouldn’t have indulged you in.” he grumbles and lets himself be pulled forward by you.

You giggle in response, unintentionally proving his point. “Not my fault you can’t say no to me.” your free hand finds his firm shoulder and you start swaying side to side while humming a soft tune the both of you liked. He lets out a huff and shakes his head before a small smile breaks out on his face. He follows your clumsy lead and moves in sync with you. Kento speaks up again, his voice softer now. “You’re right. It’s not your fault you’re so charming.”

જ⁀➴ Yuji Itadori .ᐟ

You scrolled on your phone mindlessly, letting out the occasional laugh at a funny video. You’d been doing so for the past hour and a half now, while Yuji flipped through his comic book, deeply enamored in the story. 

The both of you were lounging on his bed. Him sat up against the headboard, plush pillow supporting his back, while you were more slouched against him, head carefully caged in between his bicep and chest while he held up his book. 

That’s when you fell upon the video. The one where you saw a girl in a similar situation as the one you were in right now, pulling a prank on her boyfriend. The prank consisted of her pretending she was leaving, just to see her boyfriend’s reaction. Luckily for you, you were wearing your earphones, and Yuji was far too focused on his reading to sense the imminent mischief coming his way.

Unable to stop yourself, you turn your phone off and lift his elbow to free yourself from his grasp.

“‘Kay I’m gonna go now.” you scoot yourself off his bed and stretch your arms once you’re back on your feet. 

He closes his book and lets it fall on his stomach. “Huh?” 

You chuckle at his cluelessness. “I said I’m leaving, Yuji. I wanna go to sleep.” 

He sits up. “So sleep here.” the pink haired boy states simply, as if it was the obvious answer.

“... I wanna sleep in my room though.” you put a hand on your hip. 

“What’s wrong with my room?” he stands up and steps closer to you, completely invading your personal space. He had a tendency to do that.

“Nothing’s wrong with it, I just— why are you so offended?” you snort.

“I’m not offended… I just don’t understand why you don’t wanna sleep over. You always do.” he tilts his head, the gesture reminding you of a puppy.

Thank god for your resolve, because if you didn’t have any, you already would’ve caved in and kissed him stupid.

“Not always.” you roll your eyes.

“You slept over last night and the night before though…” he scratches at his head, confused.

“That’s besides the point!” you huff. “Okay you know what? I’m just gonna go.” 

He doesn’t even let you take more than two footsteps before his arms trap you in a tight embrace from behind. “You can’t just go without giving me a good reason to!”

“Yuji let go of me—” you move around, trying to slip free from his hold. Curse him and his superhuman strength. And although you try to sound angry, you can’t help the giggles erupting from deep within your stomach.

He ignores your demands. “Come on just tell me— did I do something wrong? Or do you just not like my room?” he laughs along with you, the sound booming in your ear. 

“It’s not that!” you continue giggling, as he was now relentlessly attacking your neck and cheek with sloppy kisses. “God, you’re so gross! Stop it—” You push a hand against his face.

He pouts and gives your hand a small lick. “Me? Gross?”

You yelp and wipe your hand against his thigh. “Yes, you!”

“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think? I’m just trying to show my girlfriend I love her.”

Feeling him settle down, you do the same and try to catch your breath from all that laughing. 

His voice is quieter. “Seriously, why do you wanna go so bad?” he juts his bottom lip out. 

“I don’t… I just wanted to see if you’d care whether I left or not.”

“... You for real?” Once he sees you nod, he lets out a sigh, feeling reassured. 

At the sight of the overwhelming relief washing over him, you chuckle. “You’re acting like you avoided a catastrophe.”

“I really did.”

“Me not sleeping in the same room as you is a catastrophe?” you deadpan.

“Of course it is.” He gives you a small glare, as if it were a stupid question. “Wait— you don’t feel the same?”

You hold back from smiling too hard. He just kept giving you opportunities to tease him on a silver platter. “I mean… I’d live.” you shrug.

“Sometimes I think you might secretly hate me…” he sighs woefully. 

You grab his hand abruptly and drag him back to bed. “Would you quit being dramatic? I never said I hated you.” letting yourself fall against the mattress, you tug him along so he falls on top of you. He catches himself at the last second to hover above you, supporting himself with his forearms. 

“But you act like it—”

You cut his sentence short by pressing a kiss to his adam’s apple. It bobs against you as he swallows hard, his face and neck flushing red.

He lets out a shaky breath. “... You’re going to kill me one of these days.”

જ⁀➴ Megumi Fushiguro .ᐟ

The sound of rain hitting the window could be heard through Megumi’s room. It was late in the evening, and the two of you were resting in his bed. 

His front was pressed against your back, and his chin rested against the top of your head. He had an arm draped over you. You weren’t doing anything in particular, simply lying down entangled with one another. Enjoying the other’s warmth. But you could tell he hadn’t dozed off yet.

Although he was probably about to. Today’s mission had been more rough than usual. And you could tell he was going to wake up sore all over tomorrow. 

So, you concluded he needed some good rest.

“Megumi?” you speak up softly, not wanting to startle him. 

His hand tightens around your waist. “Hm?”

“I’m gonna go back to my room now, okay?”

He lets his head dip down to be closer to you. “Why?” he murmurs against your ear.

You purse your lips together. Of course he was going to be difficult about this. “You need to be well-rested tomorrow.”

“... Still waiting for you to explain why you’re leaving,”

You sigh. His ability to remain a sarcastic jackass even while tired was truly impressive. 

“You’re going to end up even more sore if you sleep with me like this. You know I move around a lot in my sleep.”

He goes quiet for a moment, as if thinking your words over. A heavy sigh escapes him. “I’ll be fine.”

Your hand moves to rest on top of his. You let it sit there for a moment before you try to detach his hand from your side. “No, you won’t. And I don’t want to be the reason you feel even worse tomorrow.”

His grip on you only tightens once he notices you’re trying to get rid of him. “Would you stop overthinking this? I told you I’ll be fine.”

“You say that now, but you’re going to complain and blame me later when you’re hurting all over.” you click your tongue and huff.

Megumi ignores your disdain, and pulls you back to him, pressing his chest against your spine even tighter than before. He nuzzles his face even closer, and you can feel his bangs against your ear, and his lips against your neck. His soft breath fans across your collarbone as he speaks. 

“... I won’t, I promise.” he mumbles, his voice almost getting lost with the sound of the harsh rain tapping against the glass of the window.

“And how do I know you mean it?”

“I always keep my word, don’t I? Stop worrying over this.”

Your hand that was previously trying to get him to let go of you gives up, and instead runs down your face as you groan lightly. “Megumi, this is for your own good. I want you to feel better tomorrow.”

“And you don’t want me to feel better now?”

Your hand falls from your face to land on the pillow under you. “What are you talking about?”

“What about right now? Don’t you want me to feel good now?”

You stare down at his hand that was around your waist, stunned. “Well… yeah. Of course I do.”

“Then let me have this.” he huffs, burying his face against the collar of your shirt. He speaks up again, his voice softer this time. “Stay with me.”

“... You’re way too stubborn. I hope you know that.”

He hums, paying you no mind.

“Fine, I’ll stay. But if you say one word about it being my fault that you—”

“I get it. Stop nagging me.” he groans. But the second he feels your tense form relax against him once more, he whispers. “Thanks.”

“For what?” 

“... you really gonna make me say it out loud?”

You chuckle softly. “Yes.”

He clears his throat, and lowers his face. His eyes flutter shut, and you feel his eyelashes brush up against your shoulder. A soft kiss is pressed against your skin. “Thanks for being here,”

“I always will.” you respond.

જ⁀➴ Toji Fushiguro .ᐟ

You twirl the ends of your hair mindlessly as you watch him. Toji was hunched over in the midst of his small kitchen, rummaging through his fridge. The buzzing light of it highlighting his sharpest features, currently pulled into a small frown as he groaned about forgetting to buy a pack of beer.

He’d been in a pretty foul mood for the last hour or so. You’re not exactly sure why. He’d gotten off the phone with Shiu all bitter and angry. 

You were hoping the two of you could share a nice evening— or night, but it seemed that plan had gone to ruin now. And you weren’t sure exactly what to do. 

So there you were, sitting on the bed of his small one bedroom studio, keeping quiet out of fear of angering or stressing him out further. 

After contemplating, you sigh and stand up. “Hey, Toji?” 

“Mmh?” he grumbles in response. 

“I’m leaving, okay?”

He closes the fridge and watches you as you make your way to the front door, grabbing your stuff along the way. His eyes widen in disbelief. He reaches you in two steps.

“Where you going?”

“... Home.” you look up at him, fingers tightly gripping your bag. You had hoped no argument would come out of this. He wasn’t one to fight or anything, but still.

“Why?”

“I don’t know I just…” you trail off. He stays silent, giving you the chance to think. You take a deep breath and speak up again. “Just thought I’d give you some space. Now’s not a good time for you, clearly.”

“Who said that?” his eyebrows knit in confusion, his frown only worsening.

“No one— it’s obvious.” you fold your arms over your chest. “I mean… you’ve been groaning and grumbling to yourself since earlier.”

He lets out a heavy sigh. “So?” he throws his head to the side, gaze landing on his window.

“So… I’m leaving you be.” you say, your tone leaving no room for discussion as you turn your back to him, reaching for the doorknob and twisting it.

His hand immediately lands on the door and he pushes against it, slamming it shut. You look to your left, his large and rough palm laying flat against the wood right next to your head. “Don’t want you to.” he states, his other hand moving against the door on your right side this time, caging you in.

You sigh. “Why not?”

He stays still for a moment, before leaning forward, his forehead landing on your shoulder with a soft thud. “Need you here with me.” he mumbles.

You’re slightly taken-aback by his words, but out of fear he might deflect or retreat back in his shell, you say nothing. You simply reach a hand up, your fingers carding through his thin black hair.

“You sure? I don’t want to make you more upset than you already are.”

He clicks his tongue in response. “You don’t upset me doll,”

Unsure of what to do, you remain motionless and quiet, for the sole exception of your hand massaging his scalp.

“Don’t go. Stay here.” he mutters against your shoulder. His arms detach from the door to wrap themselves around your waist. That was probably the closest you would ever get to hearing him plead. 

“... Alright, I’m staying.” your free hand moves to caress and trace along the veins of his arms. 

A soft groan slips past his lips at the sensation of your hand in his hair, and he tightens his arms around you.

“Whatever Shiu said must’ve really upset you, huh…”

His hand slips under your shirt and traces the soft lines of your stomach. “Say his name one more fucking time,” 

You hold back a laugh and scoff instead. “Okay, okay, calm down.”

His hand loosens around your waist, and he pulls away from you. You finally turn back around to meet his gaze. Your eyes soften at the sight of him. Hair just a tad greasy and disheveled, eyebags more prominent than before, shoulders not as upright and confident as usual. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” he grunts and looks away.

“Like what?” you inch closer, hands finding his waist.

“Like you pity me.”

You shake your head with a smile. “I worry about you. It’s not the same thing.”

“Yeah well I don’t need you worrying over me like I’m some kid that needs help.”

“Sure, sure.” You nod. “How about you hop in the shower and I wash your hair?”

His eyes trail back to you instantly, and he looks down at you with a conflicted expression. He considers it for a moment. “Fine, but you’re getting in with me.” he grins.

You run a hand down your face but reluctantly agree. “I’m just going to wash your hair, Toji. That’s it.”

“You always say that and then end up—”

“In the shower you go!” you raise your voice to drown out the sound of his, and start pushing him towards the bathroom.

જ⁀➴ Ryomen Sukuna .ᐟ

Warm water flowing from your fingertips and trickling down his back, gentle candlelight bouncing off of the hard planes of his body, and the quiet breeze of the night air slipping past the lavish curtains and into the room. 

It was currently late into the night, and Sukuna had summoned you to his chambers to bathe him. Just like he did every other night. He’d complained to you about his needlessly tiring and grueling day. 

Dealing with—what he deemed to be—incompetent servants, his food being too cold for his taste, and the arrogant members of his court ordering him around (they were merely giving him suggestions on political matters).

You’d just finished giving him his bath, and were currently standing with his short-sleeved robe held out for him to slip into. You watched carefully as he finished drying himself off and turned his back to you, black tattoos and hardened muscles on display. They flex and contort as he slips his four arms through the large loop holes and shrugs the light robe on. 

He turned around to let you tie the garment and your hands moved fast, tying a small knot around his waist, your eyes trained on the fabric in-between your fingers. Once finished, you took two steps back and bowed your head, hands clasped together at your front. 

“If you do not need me for anything else, I will be taking my leave, my lord.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” He huffed, running a hand through his wet hair.

You let out an involuntary twitch. “... Is there something else you’d like me to do for you?”

“No.” he responds simply.

You raise your gaze for the first time, and look at him. “May I ask why you’re keeping me then?”

“You may not.” The tall man retorts and turns around, making his way to his bed. And you know, without him having to tell you, that he expects you to follow after him. So you do.

You stand with your hands still joined together, posture upright, your eyes glued to the floor, with your back against the wall. 

He throws a glance at you and a sneer graces his lips. “Must you stand in the corner like a potted plant?”

You clench your hands, holding back from shooting a snarky response his way, and manage to stay quiet. 

“Join me,”

Now that breaks your resolve. 

You look at him across the room. “Sorry?”

He makes himself comfortable against his pillows, and folds one knee up, elbow propped up against it and his chin resting in his palm. “Have you gone deaf? Do not make me repeat myself.” he glares.

You swallow, hard, and make your way to him slowly. 

“Before the sun rises again, would you?” he orders, and you pick up your pace. 

You stand at the foot of his bed, quiet. 

Once you’re finally close enough for him to scrutinize your every expression and feature, a smirk forms on his face, and he pats the space next to him.

Heat flares up in your stomach and you feel fear, anger and confusion (and maybe a bit of arousal), all at once.

“My lord… I am afraid I can not provide you with what you desire. Allow me to remind you I am but a humble servant.” You speak firmly. Well… as firm as you could manage considering you were probably going to lose your head in the next five minutes. But you’d rather be beheaded than get in bed with him against your will. “I could ask for a concubine to be called if that is what you wish.” you bow again, hoping to appease him.

His hand drops from his face and his smile fades. He clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Would you calm down, you vixen? I can practically smell the fear oozing out of your pores.”

A frown makes its way onto your face without you wanting to.

A beat of silence passes and he looks away before speaking up again in a softer tone. “You misunderstood my intentions. I simply wish for you to lie down with me.”

Your scowl melts into a confused expression, now more perplexed than anything. 

But the most perplexing part of all this is the fact that you don’t find yourself completely opposed to the idea. On the contrary, you were almost tempted by it. 

“Do not make me wait,” he speaks. Although this time, it sounds like a request disguised as an order. “Don’t you think you’ve already made me wait far too long for you?” He adds, voice quiet. 

You finally comply, albeit hesitantly, and sit down next to him. You move carefully, as though one wrong move could mean the end for you. And considering you were dealing with Sukuna, you weren’t exercising unnecessary caution. 

“Loosen up. I won’t eat you.” He scoffs and instantly pulls you by the waist. 

All four of his arms pull you against him and make you lay on your side. One of them moves to pull the soft covers over you. He clutches you tighter against his form. Almost as if he were a child tucking himself to sleep, holding onto his favourite plushie. 

You barely hold back a small chuckle at the mental image. 

“Is this amusing to you?”

You freeze, cursing yourself for failing to conceal your emotions. “... perhaps.” you blurt honestly.

He lets out a short grunt, and nuzzles his head against your neck. “Just go to sleep.”

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“that was just a nutritional baseline!” yuji defended instantly, sitting up with a look of pure, desperate longing in his eyes. “a person needs a balanced breakfast! that doesn’t mean she wants to hold my hand during a movie! i’m practically invisible to her, man. i’m just the guy who hangs around and breathes her oxygen. if i asked her out, she’d probably laugh and think i was pulling a prank. my heart would literally disintegrate into ash. like a cursed spirit, fushiguro. gone.”

megumi finally closed his book with a soft, ominous thud. he stared at his friend, trying to calculate how much brain damage yuji had sustained in his life to arrive at this specific level of dense. “yesterday, she said she was slightly warm, and you constructed a makeshift fan out of cardboard within four seconds. you didn’t even use cursed energy. you just moved your hands really fast.”

“that’s just basic manners!”

“you carried her up three flights of stairs because her shoelaces were untied and you didn’t want her to trip,” megumi countered, his voice dangerously level.

“the stairs were slippery!” yuji wailed, burying his face in his hands. “you don’t get it. she’s like... a masterpiece. and i’m just a guy who knows how to do a kickflip. i have no chance. zero. negative numbers.”

before megumi could commit a felony, the sliding door opened, and you walked in alongside nobara. the second your shoes crossed the threshold, yuji’s entire posture changed. it was an instantaneous shift; his spine straightened, his ears practically perked up, and his eyes locked onto you with a degree of focus usually reserved for high-stakes exorcisms.

“hey,” you said, offering a small, tired smile as you dropped into the empty chair next to yuji. “the training grounds are freezing today. i think the wind is coming straight from the mountains.”

yuji didn’t say a word. he didn’t even look at his own hands as they moved with the practiced efficiency of a surgeon. within three seconds, he had took off his oversized, fleece-lined red hoodie, shrugged it off himself, and gently helped you put it on. he tucked the soft fabric around you, his fingers lingering for just a fraction of a second against your collarbone to make sure the chill was sealed out, before pulling his hands back and shoving them into his uniform pockets.

“thanks,” you mumbled, instantly buried in his warmth and the faint, comforting scent of laundry detergent and whatever body wash he used. you pulled the sleeves over your hands, sinking into the collar.

“yeah, of course,” yuji said, his voice dropping into a soft, casual register that completely contradicted the fact that his internal organs were currently performing backflips. “can’t have you catching a cold. you’ve got that exam tomorrow, right? need your brain working at a hundred percent.”

nobara paused, her hand hovering over the back of a chair as she watched this sequence of events play out. she looked at yuji, then at you buried in his giant hoodie, then over at megumi, whose jaw was clenched so tightly he looked like a gargoyle.

“hey, yuji,” you said, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a slightly bruised mandarin orange you’d grabbed from the cafeteria. “do you have a knife? the skin on this one is really thick.”

“i got it,” he said immediately.

he took the orange from your hand. yuji didn’t use a knife. he used his thumbs, peeling the rind away in one seamless, removing the little white strings so you wouldn’t have to deal with the mess. his fingers were steady, careful, and incredibly gentle as he split the fruit into perfect, individual segments. he laid them out neatly on a clean napkin he’d pulled from literally nowhere, pushing the finished product toward you with a small, encouraging nod.

“there you go. the sweet ones are usually the smaller pieces,” he murmured, his eyes tracking your expression to ensure you were satisfied.

“you’re a lifesaver,” you said, popping a segment into your mouth.

yuji’s face remained entirely neutral, but megumi could see the way the boy’s legs were practically vibrating under the table from the sheer rush of being praised. it was pathetic. it was magnificent. it was driving megumi to the brink of insanity.

“so,” nobara started, leaning against the counter and crossing her arms. her eyes narrowed as she watched yuji reach over, pick up your heavy leather canvas bag from the floor, and settle it comfortably over his own knee so it wouldn’t get dirty. “itadori. can i ask you a question?”

“hmm?” yuji looked up, his hand still resting protectively near your side of the table. “what’s up, kugisaki?”

“what did you do an hour ago?”

“i went to the convenience store down the street,” he said, blinking innocently.

“and what did you buy?”

“oh! i got that specific chocolate drink with the milk and two pumps of vanilla. the one with the extra meringue sprinkled on top.” yuji reached down into his bag and pulled out the plastic cup, which was perfectly chilled, sweating slightly against his palm. he placed it right next to your napkin of oranges, straw already unwrapped and inserted. “here. they finally had the good meringue back in stock.”

you blinked, looking up from your fruit. “wait, really? they told me yesterday they were out until next week.”

“i asked the guy to check the back crates,” yuji said, giving you a bright, close-eyed grin that could have easily powered a small metropolitan area. “told him it was an emergency. he found a whole tin of it.”

megumi made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded like a dying bird.

nobara stared. she stared at the chocolate drink, then at the peeled oranges, then at the enormous red hoodie currently engulfing your torso. she looked at yuji’s face, which was full of nothing but pure, desperate desire to please you, completely devoid of any realization that he was acting like a husband of ten years.

slowly, with the deliberate precision of a predator stalking its prey, nobara walked around the table. she didn’t say a word until she was standing directly behind yuji. then, with a sudden, violent burst of movement, she reached down, grabbed a fistful of his inner uniform collar, and yanked him backward out of his chair.

“woah! kugisaki—choking! choking!” yuji gasped, his hands flying to his throat as she dragged him a few feet away from the table.

“shut up,” nobara hissed, her voice a terrifying whisper as she pointed a manicured finger directly at you, who was currently taking a sip of the perfectly customized latte. “look at that. look at her.”

“i’m looking!” yuji squeaked, his cheeks flushing a violent, immediate pink. “she looks great! the hoodie suits her, right? do you think i should buy her one for her birthday? or is that too forward? maybe a scarf? a scarf is safer—”

“yuji,” nobara interrupted, her voice dropping into a range that promised physical violence. “what the hell? i thought you guys were dating?”

yuji froze. his entire body went rigid, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates as his brain completely stalled out, the gears grinding to a screeching halt. “w-what?” he whispered, the syllable popping out of him like a deflating balloon. “dating? us? no! no way! we’re not—i mean, i wish, but no! why would you say that? don’t say that out loud, she’ll hear you and get weirded out and then i’ll have to move to a different country!”

“are you sharing a single brain cell with the curses you fight?” nobara demanded, shaking him by his collar until his pink hair flew in every direction. “you peeled her fruit! you gave her your clothes! you went into the back storage room of a convenience store for a specific topping because she mentioned it once days ago!”

“that’s just being neighborly!” yuji yelled back in a panicked whisper, his hands flailing. “if fushiguro wanted an orange, i’d peel it for him too!”

“if you touch my food, i will sever your fingers,” megumi said from the table, not looking up.

“see? fushiguro’s just picky!” yuji argued, turning back to nobara with a look of absolute, soul-crushing earnestness. “i’m not dating her, kugisaki. i’m just... trying really hard to be a good friend so she keeps letting me sit next to her. if i told her how i actually feel, she’d realize i’m just a big dummy who follows her around like a stray dog.”

nobara let go of his collar so abruptly that yuji stumbled backward, hitting the wall with a soft *thud*. she stared at him, her expression a mix of profound disgust and deep, spiritual exhaustion. “you.. are a medical marvel,” she muttered, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “i genuinely don’t know how you survive on a daily basis.”

“hey, yuji?” your voice cut through the tension, clear and soft from across the room.

yuji was back at the table before nobara could even blink, his entire demeanor resetting into that attentive, hovering stance. “yeah! what’s up? is the drink bad? is it too sweet? i can go back—”

“no, it’s perfect,” you said, looking up at him through your eyelashes, your fingers curling around the warm ceramic of your hands inside his large sleeves. a very real, very noticeable shy smile had crept it’s way to your pretty face. “i was just wondering... if you weren’t busy tonight, maybe you could help me study? and... i don’t know. we could get dinner after? just the two of us?”

yuji stopped. the entire world seemed to drop away around him. his heart gave a massive, violent thud against his ribs, his chest tightening in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with training or stamina. he looked at the shy smile on your face, the way your fingers were twisting the hem of his hoodie, and something in his chest completely melted into puddle of warm, gooey mush. he knew damn well he didn’t know shit about math.

“yeah,” yuji said, his voice softer than usual, a genuine, completely unforced smile breaking across his face as he leaned down slightly, bringing himself to your eye level. “i’d love to. i’ll make sure you pass that test, okay? whatever you want to eat, it’s on me.”

from the corner of the room, nobara let out a loud, dramatic groan, throwing her hands in the air as she turned toward the exit. “i can’t do this anymore. fushiguro, we’re leaving before the sheer density of his skull creates a black hole and swallows the school.”

“agreed,” megumi said, already standing up and slipping his book into his pocket, passing yuji with a look that said you owe me your life.

as the door slid shut behind them, yuji didn’t even notice. he was already pulling up another chair, drawing himself right next to you, his shoulder brushing against yours as he reached out to slide the rest of the oranges closer to your hand.

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Yuji laughs a little at your half-assed answer, yet his grin soon softens. He pauses the movie, quitting the teasing early today. "We can keep watching some other time, I know you had a busy day. You should rest, you can take my bed."

"No! I won't," You shake your head quickly, "We're only missing like, forty minutes of the movie. I can handle it."

"If you're sure..." "I am."

Yuji shrugs when you confirm again, deciding to respect your determination. And he didn't want to see you fail, but when your eyes fall shut five minutes in, he can't help the smile on his face.

"Resting your eyes again?" He quips, chuckling softly as you're startled again.

"Nope!" You manage to answer, "This part's just pretty boring."

"Boring? We just got a huge plot twist!"

"Well, it gets boring when you know what happens!"

You groan as Yuji bursts into laughter again, knowing he's fully aware you're bullshitting your way through this conversation. He decides to leave you alone for now, though, mostly because he's kinda interested on the climax of the movie, but also because he knows you're not in right headspace for this.

When the movie's nearing its end, Yuji relaxes and leans back on the couch. He had been stealing more glances here and there, watching how your eyes went lidded until you made the effort to keep them open again. It made his heart swell with affection... but nothing quite like now, when he feels the weight of your head falling on his shoulder.

You're out cold. The soft glow of the TV reflects on your face, and your hair's getting in the way from the tilting of your head to meet his shoulder. He shifts slightly so you're more comfortable, and you unconsciously curl into him, your hand gripping his sleeve.

Yuji's heart does this thing in which it threatens to stop beating for a second, and he almost wishes it actually did. He's spiraling. You've never fallen asleep on movie night, or in his vicinity in general. Usually, there's enough energy from the two of you in the room to last for the entire night, And you watch two or three movies in a row before deciding to call it quits. Now? You didn't even reach the credits, and you're humming sleepily while seeking his warmth. And he's NOT surviving it.

Yuji kinda wishes you were the type to snore, or talk in your sleep. Maybe even be a sleep walker. Instead, he finds out you're a cuddler. By being the victim of your embrace, of all ways. Guess that's why you have tons of plushies in your room. He just wishes he didn't have to bite on his fist to avoid screaming and jumping around from the rush of feelings he's getting.

You mumble something in that tiny, sleepy voice that only comes out in this state, and his heart suffers another violent stab of affection. He's bouncing his leg, looking away, doing just about anything to refrain himself from startling you awake. But he can barely control himself, and it's patetically showing.

That's when he switches tactics. Instead of praying to calm down and let you sleep on his shoulder like a normal person, he tries to nudge your head sliightly away with a finger. Just enough so there's a little space between you and you can't continue using him as your pillow. But your head falls back in place against him, his attempt unsuccessful.

After, he pushes your head away and forward with his hand, trying to make it comfortably rest on this cushion he's holding behind your head... But it slides off again, this time falling into his chest.

Oh, this worse. This is worse this is worse this is so much worse— because your asleep self seems to find this new place so much more comfortable, your face burying itself in the crook of his neck instantly. And now his heart is practically lurching on his chest, a quiet yelp escaping him at the intimacy of the situation.

So what does a man do when found himself in such a compromising spot?

Wake you up, probably.

But Yuji's not just any man, because instead, he spends the next 20 minutes staring at the ceiling while gripping the couch's armrest with all his might.

Once you stir awake, you blink sleepily until straightening up, mumbling apologies. Yuji nods stiffly, facing away from you, acting like it was no big deal.

You rub your eyes with your palms, going on about how cuddly you 'sometimes' get when you're tired or sleepy, how you didn't mean to make things awkward.

Yuji reassures you immediately, saying he was too focused on the movie to even notice you drew closer. You appear to believe him, leaning back in the couch with a quiet exhale.

To occupy the silence, Yuji fills you in with his commentary on the movie, giving his general thoughts.

But the part in which he almost had a breakdown because you were too close? He thinks he'll keep that to himself.

♡ Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi's sitting on the bed, scrolling on his phone while he waits for you to come out from the bathroom. He just wants to relax with you for a while, maybe watch a movie before bed or just cuddle the night away (though he'd never say it out loud), but you're sure taking your sweet time inside. He thinks you're just being thorough, probably going through those long night routines you put yourself through sometimes. But nothing could have prepared him for the view when you came back in the room.

"Megs, over here!" You call out with a giggle, standing at the doorframe. His eyes are halfway closed, he's already considering skipping the movie and going straight to sleep, but you're still here and probably up to something.

Megumi sighs, lifting his head to look at you like he's being held at gunpoint, but his eyes widen once they fix on your frame.

"Is that...?" He trails off, a strong flurry of emotion washing over him as he takes everything in. You're wearing a comfy onesie with an adorable strawberry pattern, and you brought his dogs with you and made them wear strawberry hats.

the sight of you matching with his dogs felt so life threatening he had the urge to rise his fists and end the menacing feeling right there.

But he snaps out of it, aware of the obvious truth that this is not a violent situation yet wondering why the hell it felt like his heart would stop when he saw you.

"I saw these online and I couldn't resist buying them. The little hats can be gotten on sale when bought together with the onesie, can you believe it? That's such a cute combo!" You comment happily as you sit down by his side, his body visibly stiffening at your sudden closeness. Shiro and Kuro pad over as well, their hats so ridiculous he wonders how you managed to put them on without them making a fuss. They're always so compliant with you for whatever reason.

"So, do you like it?" You ask, brows knitting together as you see him stare at the floor. "Megumi?"

"You look fine." He answers curtly, turning even further to the side. His heart's pounding away in his chest, to the point where he's worried if you're able to hear it. And if this were anyone else he'd say the idea's stupid, but he can't deny the physical evidence of the effect this little stunt is having on him.

You don't seem deterred at his lukewarm answer, noticing the tinge of red on the tips of his ears despite his efforts to conceal his embarrassment. You scoot closer and he instinctively covers his face, clearly doing a conscious effort to appear composed, but a mere glance your way in that dumb outfit is enough to have him spiraling again.

"I'll go to the bathroom." Megumi announces while standing up abruptly, making a beeline to said room. You laugh freely now that he's out of sight, the way he attempts to act nonchalant while being obviously affected never fails to amuse you.

When Megumi returns, he sits by your side like nothing happened, avoiding looking at you for obvious reasons. He spends five whole minutes stealing glances your way while he listens to you talk, trying to convince himself that he's composed now.

"Hey, Megs?" His attention's fully back on you at the mention of his name, tilting your head in your general direction. "What?"

"Remember how I said the hat and onesie were a combo purchase?" you ask and he nods automatically, "well, in order to get two hats, I bought two onesies, so..."

Megumi slowly turns to face you fully, the meaning of your comment obvious. "If you think I'll wear one just to match with you-"

"Then I'd be right?"

"Of course not."

But Megumi's a bit of a liar sometimes, because you only had to say 'please' once for him to cave and wear the remaining onesie.

Later that night, he's laying on bed with you in his arms, cursing how absurdly comfortable the material of the pajamas is. You're already asleep, but he's having a hard time doing the same now that he can admire you freely.

There's no one around (at least not awake) to judge him, but he still can't let go of his grumpy expression, annoyed at how his heart's racing and his face remains warm.

He groans to himself, rubbing his face with his palm.

It's going to be a long night for Megumi.

♡ Toji Fushiguro

"What's so important you can't spare me your attention?"

"Just need a minute to pick a nice horse to bet on, doll."

"Okay? You'll lose even if you do your research."

"Zip it, brat."

You grumble and dramatically flop in the bed beside him, your efforts to annoy Toji have been futile. He's too fixated on his stupid horses, and yeah it's only been three minutes but you're his partner! You came to see him so you could spend time with him, not watch him plan how he'll gamble his money away.

You're in one of those 'attention seeking' moods as Toji likes to call them, and you own up to the name with all your might. He doesn't want to pay attention to your lovely self in every minute he's on your presence? Then you'll force him to acknowledge you. You're hella bored anyway, and it's fun to mess with him. So you sit up and begin rummaging through your purse, already scheming.

"Since you're so busy, you won't mind being my model, right?" You ask as you get out your makeup pouch, "I want to test some techniques. You just have to stay still, anyway."

Toji raises an eyebrow like he has no idea what business his skin could have to do with your makeup that you use on yourself, but he refuses to give you the satisfaction and just shrugs. "Be my guest."

You frown slightly, not pleased with his lack of reaction, but you take it in stride and decide to have fun with it.

You begin using Toji's arm as a canvas, drawing lines with lipstick, blending concealer on his skin, and particularly doing things that make no sense at all. You're just messing with him, making it obvious this serves no purpose, but he just hums and let's you do whatever you want. And while making a mess out of his skin is fun, you're not achieving anything. Time to try something else.

You turn to your purse again, getting out a sheet of stickers you conveniently brought with you. Toji watches from the corner of his eye, distracted but good enough at hiding it, before going back to mindlessly scroll through the options on his phone. "You're gonna 'test something' with those too?"

"Yeah- yeah." You reply as you reach for the first one, "Just testing their stickiness on skin. Important business, really. You wouldn't get it."

"Sure, sure." Toji drawls, remaining still and calm as you place the stickers on his skin. You go up to his neck this time, and even stick some in his face. And though he's undisturbed, you're having way more fun with this activity. The sight of Toji with stickers all over his body amuses you so, and your smile only widens the more you go on.

You firmly press one on his cheek, before looking for your phone. You need to take a picture of him like this, and if he wants to keep acting indifferent to you, then you'll at least have a memory of sticker-filled face. You spot your phone and are about to grab it, but Toji suddenly hooks a finger under your chin and tilts your face towards him.

"Toji-?" You're silenced as he cups your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks. "Hey!"

"Shh... C'mere." Toji reaches for the sticker sheet you left behind, lazily pressing the remaining ones to your face. It's his little revenge for what you did on him, and he's enjoying it by the way he's smirking at you. You squirm the whole time, but he always pulls your hands away with infuriating ease, making it so you never get to interrupt his process.

It doesn't even take a whole minute for the sheet to be completely empty, your face as full of stickers as his. Toji stares at his handiwork appreciately, though he's more pleased at your annoyance than the decoration on your face. He squishes your cheeks repeatedly. "Much better, ain't it? Now you can go ahead and take all the pictures you want."

"You...!" You punch weakly at his chest, displeased that he outsmarted you. But Toji's smirk only widens, a strange warmth blooming in his chest at the sight of you sulking all pretty with those silly stickers on your face.

"C'mon, you wanted a picture, didn't you? Let's get it." He pulls you closer with a headlock, his hold loose but firm enough to get you in place. He reaches for your phone, snapping a selfie of you two in that position. You glare at the camera all the way, though your resolve breaks halfway and you smile. He manages to get that on camera too, clearly pleased with this outcome.

"Happy?" He asks with obvious sarcasm, that annoyance returning to you tenfold. You twist your head enough to bite on his bicep, but he nudges you closer and bites your cheek.

"Toji!" You complain immediately, and he huffs out a laugh. He really was holding back this affectionate restlessness, but the urge of biting and squeezing you in his arms grows worse the more you fight back.

"What? You started it." He shrugs as you rub the sting away. "Now stay put for a while, I couldn't get anything done 'cause of you."

You groan in exasperation at his comment. The admission that you successfully disturbed him pleases you, but you wanted to get his attention long-term, not slow down his process. Still, you both lay down in bed, his arm still locked around you, making a surprisingly comfortable pillow for you.

Toji occasionally squeezes you tighter, and reaches to bite your shoulder or ear out of nowhere. You scold him each time, but he's not deterred. That funny feeling's sitting deep inside him, faint but present, and even with your chiding he's exactly where he wants to be.

You pretended to hate it all, but you set the picture he took as your homescreen as soon as you were alone again. And you heard it from Shiu, but he set it as his wallpaper for your chat. his homescreen would be too public, he didn't want randos to be looking at you. specially not work-related people. shiu was the exception because the bastard's nosy as hell.

You're a menace, but so he is. Maybe that's why you match each other so well.

Better start plotting in which way you'll annoy him next time.

♡ Choso Kamo

You woke up in a cheerful mood, a pleasant feeling running through your body. It's sunny outside, the birds are chirping, and it's the ideal weather for a date. You texted Choso as soon you could, and as the great boyfriend he is, he made his way over in a whim.

You planned to go walk through the park together, feed the pigeons and everything. After, you'd set up a picnic when you felt hungry. Then you'd just lay there for a while, talking and enjoying each other's company. Choso was already in the living room, waiting so you could walk from your home to where you'd spend your time together. And as perfect as you were hoping the date would pan out, you really wanted to dress accordingly.

You're a bit nervous, you have to admit. This isn't your first date with Choso, but there's a feeling of novelty today that's making you both giddy and unsure. For your dates, you've usually played it safe styling-wise because you didn't want to overdo it. But you're inspired enough to give it a try, so you choose from those outfits you were saving for special occasions.

You take a bit longer than usual getting ready, styling your hair, picking out your accessories carefully and making sure to use your favorite perfume. Once you're done, you take a quick look at the mirror, before finally going out to where Choso is still waiting.

Choso's a sweetheart, you remind yourself. The only opinion that matters is his, and he's always been supportive to you. The worst he could do is not compliment your look because he thinks you're beautiful as you are (an overwhelmingly good result, definitely). You call him softly to get his attention, hyping yourself up with those thoughts.

When Choso takes in your look, his reaction is immediate. But he doesn't compliment or reassure you, he just starts... crying?

Wait. CRYING???

"Choso-! Are you okay?!" You rush over to him, horror etching on your features at the sudden predicament. He's covering his face with a hand, giving you a weak nod as he sniffles.

"Oh my- what happened?! You were fine just now, was it the outfit? Is it- is it bad or something?" You ask in a small, worried voice, and Choso perks up immediately. He cups your face with his hands, eyes locking with yours with an intensity that belies the tears in his face. He shakes his head firmly.

"None of that. You just..." A sniffle. "You're too cute."

You stiffen. "...What."

"The colors, the pretty accessories, the way it all matches you... it's making me feel like when I see adorable puppies compilations. But it's you, so it's worse."

"It-" You splutter, "It what?"

"Your bag... You're wearing the fuzzy cat bag, it's really cute." He replies in a tone so pitiful you have to hold back a laugh. "There's also that small bow in your hair, which by the way looks specially nice today. I've never seen you with those clothes before, but you still smell like you. It's making my heart beat too fast, and telling my arms they need to be around you."

You finally laugh freely, both reassured and endeared. Shaking your head in amusement, you open your arms. "You can come and hug me, Cho."

And he doesn't need to be told twice, holding you firmly against him.

"You cry so easily, you know," you tease him softly, wiping his tears when he pulls back.

"You make me feel a lot of things." Choso admits, before pausing. "...You might not want to go out like this, though. You'll make other people cry too."

You chuckle, "I don't think they'll cry... they might just compliment me if they're bold enough. Worst case scenario, someone might try to flirt with me, but tears aren't likely."

"Flirt?" Choso straightens up slightly, thinking deeply about the word. He didn't quite get why some would make moves on taken people, seeing as pointless. You've always shown yourself uncomfortable when others flirt with you so shamelessly, though, so he quickly turns more serious.

"I won't let them bother you." Choso states, his stance turning protective.

"I know, I know." You giggle again, looping your arm with his as that giddiness returns. Choso's gaze softens at the action, face flushing faintly. "Shall we go, then?" You ask, and he manages to nod.

Something about him being so easily moved to tears pulls at your heartstrings, even if you know he wasn't actually hurt. It all just reminds you of how pure his feelings are, how he just can't hide anything when it comes to you.

You begin your walk together, with Choso both alert at the environment and stealing little glances at you. Glances that get him flustered each time, a bashfulness that's so apparent in his face.

You can't help but smile everytime you catch him looking, warmth spreading over your chest all over again.

And with your confidence back, you're sure this will be an amazing date.

♡ Ryomen Sukuna

You are Sukuna's most beloved concubine, and this is a surprise to nobody.

Dressed in the finest silks, spoiled with frequent gifts and indulged more than anyone— no one dared to defy your status as the king of curses favored one. No one with a will to live, at least, if the executions of those who bothered you had anything to say in the matter.

Perhaps it was difficult to understand for outsiders, Sukuna himself doesn't know how it happened, but there's something in your presence that sets him at ease. He's grown fond of your presence and requires it often, always looking for you on his leisure time.

Which explains why he's heading to the gardens, knowing you enjoy being there on your free time.

Could he have just requested your presence? Yes, of course. But he finds it most amusing to see you naturally interact with your environment, so he makes his way himself without haste.

Sukuna spots you easily, standing in front of your crouched form with his arms crossed. You notice him right away, his imposing shadow looming over you in a way that's imposible to ignore. Without missing a bit, you turn your head to meet his gaze. "My lord, do you require something of me?"

"Nothing but your presence, you may even pretend I am not here. However, I also wonder why you sit on the floor like a child playing with dirt." He gives you a once over, making you feel overly aware of your position. You're not intimidated, still, remaining in place as you point at the basket in your lap.

"I sometimes see bunnies, deers and other creatures running across the garden. I wished to offer them some berries, in hopes they'd interact with me." You answer honestly.

"If you wanted a pet of sorts I could have had one captured one for you." Sukuna offers practically.

"While I'm thankful of your intentions, their comfort is my top priority." You gracefully refuse. "I merely enjoy interacting with them once in a while, I don't wish to disrupt their lives."

Your answer's absurdly naive to Sukuna, but that's part of your charm to him. It doesn't bore him if it comes from you, your human empathy has yet to stop amusing him.

In fact, your words about those animals remind of how he feels about you—someone whose presence he desires but whom he does not want to harm. At such realization, he refrains from questioning you this once.

Instead, he shifts his stance, gaze lifting to the patches of green laid ahead. "Have you been successful in your pursuit?"

You smile wryly, dissapointment barely concealed behind your gaze. "Well yes, somewhat. It's not the first day I seek them out, so they've grown more curious about the food, and seem to understand I am not a threat. They must feel threatened by others, still, as they ran away when they noticed I had company."

"Would you be implying I scared them away?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, his tone sharp but laced with mirth.

You catch the lack of threat easily, your tone still soft as you answer. "That could be the case, but it would have happened with anyone, my lord. These creatures are skittish, and anything unknown makes them go back into fearfulness. Perhaps I should leave the basket here for them and return some other day."

Sukuna knows you're indirectly answering in affirmation to his question, but god do you have a way to reply in ways that never set him off. He can read the melancholy in your tone no matter how much you try to conceal it, though. He's aware you wanted to see your stupid animals, and that his presence is far too threatening to make any living being come close. So, with the heaviness that comes with wanting to be selfish and steal you away, but loving you enough to put your needs before his, he stops you.

"No such thing. You'll remain sat and fulfill your ridiculous whim, I may spare you some minutes. Make sure they come over fast. I don't want to wait for you all day."

Sukuna walks away from you, leaving you dumbfounded. He's still at a distance in which he can see you, but he's given you space to continue. You know this is the way he shows you affection, so you quietly appreciate it and hold the treats out once more.

It takes a few minutes, but some rabbits begin approaching you. You're ecstatic, you've seem them get closer and closer for days but never enough to make contact. This once, a bold one cautiously hops closer, eating straight from your hand.

You can't help your smile, the sight is adorable. It's even better once more start coming closer, the tiny creatures surrounding you now that they're sure you're safe.

You're fawning over them, cooing and breathing out whispers of awe. You're restraining your movements as much as you can, cautious so you won't scare them away, but there's obvious contentment in your actions.

Now, while you're taken by the rabbits' cuteness, Sukuna can't help but be focused on you instead. And they could be soft, fuzzy and whatever other crap you see in them, but they have nothing on you and that soft smile you're sporting. No living being gets close, not with the way he's finding true pleasure in your joy.

And Sukuna's felt this before, this pleasantness that thrums and runs through his body in soft waves. The one he chases, the reason why he insists on watching you perform the most menial of tasks. But this time? This time's different. And he's not sure if he's understanding what's going on at the moment.

In your time together, you've made Sukuna feel many things. The softness afore mentioned that he reluctantly got used to, the quiet pride in knowing you're his to be with. The ire that warps him when someone wrongs you, the lust that swallows him when you're alone in your chambers.

But this? This is strange. The softness is there, but it's hitting him intensely in an uncharacteristic way. There are no gentle waves washing him over, but rather a seaquake threatening to drown him.

It's sharp in a manner that resembles his hunger for blood and death. It makes him feel like sinking his teeth into you, crushing your frame against his.

But the sensation's not telling him he wants to hurt you, which is weirdly contradictory for the intensity he's feeling towards you.

If there's one thing Sukuna's not fond of, it's uncertainty. He allows it in a certain amount sometimes, all for his own amusement, but he's not enjoying not being able to identify this.

So he quits trying to analize it and makes a bold assumption, interpreting the feeling as whatever feels closer to it.

"I trust you had your fun." Sukuna returns to your side, the bunnies running away as fast as they can. You give him a nod, pleased that you achieved your goal for a few minutes.

"I enjoyed it. But are you feeling unwell? You look... unsettled." You ask worriedly, standing up as you take in his tight expression. It's really taking everything in Sukuna to keep how he's feeling under wraps, but your genuine concern paired with the image of your soft state earlier is enough to undo him.

"Irrelevant. Come to my chambers." He dismisses curtly, already turning around.

"My lord...? Are you sure?" You ask in a gentle tone, and he feels another sharp tug to his chest. He clenches his teeth.

"Must I repeat myself? Stubborn. I'll bring you over myself." He wastes no time making good on his word, holding you in his arms and pulling you taut to his chest. He walks straight in direction to his private room, the same frown that concerned you still fully set on his face.

Sukuna crosses the state in long strides, servants immediately get out of his way. Once you're inside, he sets you down in the bed, and you have the gall to question him again. He glares at you, but still answers. "You've placed inconvenient feelings inside of me, so it's your task to take care of them."

See, Sukuna's mind might appear complex to others, but his logic is fairly simple. Since the restless energy he felt towards you was not violent, it could only mean one other thing. And he was going to make sure he'd get rid of this vexating feeling, and you were going to help him like you knew how to.

Affection and ferocity coexisting? Unfathomable in his head.

Just be a good concubine and let him take this out on you, yeah?

♡ notes: first time writing for toji and sukuna kinda nervous ! (megumi too, but he was easier). this is my apology for dissapearing 2 weeks btw. if i don't meet a premature death by the hands of my pending assignments i'll post twice next week. finally, i adore heian sukuna. hope you enjoyed his part as much as i did writing it. bye-bye!