#yukioos

dunno if you do doubles, but the megumi x mute reader had me thinking of megumi x f!reader on the autism spectrum who's already pretty shy normally, but goes nonverbal often (since it happens to me mainly at school specifically!), and only megumi knows about it ;_; pretty please? i love how you write him!! it's very in character without making him sound overly stoic and strict :3!

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, megumi with a shy, autistic gf

today has overwhelmed you by a long shot.

you trained for hours on end, and to make it worse, everyone kept trying to talk to you, laying their hands on you, and laughing obnoxiously in your ear. everything was too overstimulating, and you nearly shut down from all the stress.

your classmates and the second-years already know you’re pretty shy, so you don’t interact a ton. when you do, most of the time, they’re ranting about something or simply asking a yes or no question. and you normally shy away from conversations, though yuji and nobara don’t like to leave you out of activities, so kindly, they always invite you.

but today was too much.

you sit on a bench, bouncing your leg anxiously and wiping sweat from your forehead. it’s abnormally hot outside, and wearing a whole tracksuit doesn’t make you feel any better.

you walked away to take a break from all the noise, but now, you hear your classmate’s voice.

“hey y/n!” yuji waves, walking over to you and plopping down right next to you, uncomfortably close. your knees are touching, and you softly sigh, too tired to say anything. he complains, “it’s so hot outside, right? like, i dunno why we have to train when it’s this warm! it’s so annoying—“ a voice cuts him off.

“itadori.”

you both turn your heads to the man who talks, megumi. he stands near with his hands in his pockets and an unidentifiable look on his face— maybe one of displeasure.

“kugisaki’s asking for you.”

yuji smiles at you and nods, “i better get going then! you know how she gets irritated whenever we’re late for something!” and he jogs away, though not without patting megumi on the shoulder, whom he earned a grunt from.

as soon as yuji walks away, megumi replaces his spot, though putting more distance between you. he’s silent for a couple of seconds, assuming you want quiet.

“do you want me to leave?” he asks, a gentle look in his eyes.

thinking for a moment, your heart warms with his consideration. slowly, you shake your head, barely noticeable.

“stay,” you quietly mumble, shyly looking at him before messing with your fingers again.

he nods and leans his head back against the wall behind him, letting out a relieved sigh. he’s glad to get away from his chaotic classmates, instead having a calming time with you. he closes his eyes, and after a couple of minutes, he feels his hand being pulled away from his lap, and instead onto the bench.

you interlock your pinkie with his, murmuring a quick, “thanks, megs,” and your cheeks begin to feel warmer, your heart beats quickly in your chest.

just as quietly, he mumbles back, “mhm,” before smiling into his collar, hiding his flushed cheeks.

he loves that he can be your safe space.

Like they're friends and are good classmates who banter with each other from time to time and push each other to do their best, but are still oblivious to each other's underlying feelings, plus he gets jealous and protective in his own way, hehe i love your blog btw ♡

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, bsf!katsuki is protective when you get many gifts for valentine’s day

katsuki had already expected you to get many gifts for valentine’s day. after all, you’re well known in the school for being kind and generous, seemingly the opposite of katsuki— at least to the people who don’t know him as well as you do.

he was on the brink of yelling at people when you already had a whole bag filled with gifts and candies from students, and when third years began walking up to you, thanking you for helping them during missions, he almost blasted them away. even though none of the third-year gifts were romantic, his eye twitched in irritation when amajiki, hado, and togata all came up to you once, stealing you from katsuki within a second.

and while you’re in the bathroom during lunch, katsuki stands outside, holding your heavy bags as someone from class-b comes up to him.

“hey, do you know where y/n from class-a is? i wanna give her this!” a metal-looking man grins, showing his sharp teeth and a rose he holds in his hand.

katsuki scowls, “i’ll give it to her for you. the hell is your name?”

“oh, it’s tetsutetsu! thanks again, man! i gotta go get to the cafeteria,” he laughs, “don’t wanna miss out on lunch again!”

he hands katsuki the rose and runs off, and as soon as tetsutetsu is out of katsuki’s line of sight, he groans and rests his head against the wall in annoyance. he knows you’re well-liked in the school, but people giving you roses? that seems a bit much— or maybe he just doesn’t want anyone trying to hit on you if it’s not him.

when you come out of the bathroom, you try to grab the bags from him, but he mumbles, “no,” instead deciding to carry them as you both walk into the cafeteria.

you quietly thank him and notice the rose in his hand, then curiously ask, “when’d you get that rose?” silently, you hope it’s not from another girl.

“some dumb-looking guy wanted me to give it to you,” he says, handing it to you, subtly shivering once your hand brushes his.

you’re filled with relief, and you let out a happy sigh, “oh, yay!”

you and katsuki sit down at one of the cafeteria tables, and he pulls out of his backpack a lunchbox, though filled with your favorite foods. he places it in front of you and mumbles, “shitty hair put me up to it. said it’s rude if i don’t get anyone anything, so…” he pauses, “happy valentine’s day.”

you awe and look at everything he made you, packed in containers, along with a slice of your favorite cake he bought from a nearby cafe you like. your heart warms, and your cheeks feel burning hot, causing you to pat them.

“oh, thank you so much, katsuki!” you begin trying some of the food he made for you, and once you’re done, you smile at him, “definitely the best valentine’s day gift i’ve got. none of the other presents or chocolates compares to this.”

he scoffs and looks away, trying to hide his pink cheeks, “don’t get yourself worked up over it.”

ᢉ𐭩 gn!reader, finding out katsuki died in the war

when katsuki gave you that soft smile before walking toward shigaraki, your heart dropped. just moments before he died, he gave you that soft smile he reserved for you, that smile he never showed to anyone else. only you.

tears fell from his and your eyes both, and at that point in time, you wished you were with him more often. you wished you hadn’t pushed him away while you were sick, not wanting him to kiss you and get the sickness passed onto him. you wished you hadn’t skipped group hangouts, and you wished you had told him ‘i love you’ more. you were scared to say it.

back then, it felt like you had all the time in the world, but now, it seems like there’s not enough.

almost everything after was a blur. you remember katsuki’s lifeless body lying on the ground, blood splattered on his mouth and his chest. his all might card was nearby on the ground, and so was a polaroid of the two of you, lipstick covering his face as he looked at you with a smile, all while you were kissing his cheek.

you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think, but you had to beat shigaraki. you had to beat the league.

even hours after fighting shigaraki, you grew tired and took a particularly brutal hit to the head, and you were knocked out.

when you wake up in a hospital bed, your body aches. you’re covered in sticky bandages, and nurses and doctors immediately rush in, surrounding your bed. your vision’s blurry, and the only thing that’s on your mind is katsuki.

to your right, colorful things paint the table next to you. some are balloons that have some illegible words on them, and flowers and presents lie below them.

but you smile. you suppose you’d won the war, seeing how the hospital’s intact, shigaraki hasn’t destroyed the world.

and you can hardly hear anything, can’t hear all of the commotion around you, but once the workers leave your room, you grunt in pain as you try to stand up. maybe some of your classmates are still alive.

you drag yourself out of bed, latching onto the IV pole, and you sigh once you feel the cold metal under your palm.

slowly, you step outside the room, and the door has already been open, making it easier to leave. you peek out, checking both ways before your eyes land on a mess of blonde hair, and a mess of brown hair. they look to be parents, and they stand outside of a room nervously.

you tilt your head in confusion. have you seen them before?

the couple hurriedly comes up to you, and you anxiously back away into your room, tilting your head down but looking up at them.

something along the lines of, “you shouldn’t be out of bed,” comes from the blonde woman’s mouth, and tears fill her eyes.

the couple still seems so familiar. they look a bit like katsuki, mostly the woman.

your eyes widen. is this mitsuki and masaru?

your eyes begin shifting from one to the other, throat tightening as you begin to sniffle, vision becoming blurry again as you whimper and clutch onto the IV pole. you see katsuki, especially his eyes, in mitsuki.

maybe they were previously waiting outside of izuku’s room, if he’s still alive.

what catches your eye is another flurry of blonde hair coming from the room they were waiting at.

your heart stops as you stare.

maybe you’re hallucinating or something. doctors normally give patients medicine, or maybe you’re on pain meds? there’s a lot of side effects for them, aren’t there?

when you hear your name come from what looks like katsuki, you cover your mouth, trying to muffle your sobs as his parents look back at him.

they help you over to him, and you stand in front of katsuki, looking like a soaked and beaten puppy.

you’re both covered in bandages, and you each hold an IV pole, gripping it for balance.

and he reaches a hesitating, shaking hand to your cheek, rubbing it softly once he’s touched you.

a sob escapes your lips, and you rest your hand on his chest until you move closer to him, quietly wrapping your arms around him.

he does the same, holding your head close to his heart as you both cry. he sobs into your hair, voice cracking, “thought that was the end,” placing soft kisses on your hair.

his voice was quiet, as if he was scared to say the words, and when you look up at him, his eyes are loving and yearning.

he’s missed you, dreamed about you, even. it’s been so long since he’s held you in his arms without a worry in the world.

you gently lift your hands to his shoulders and place a soft kiss on his lips, and he kisses you back, though afraid to let go of the pole that was stabilizing him.

“i missed you so much, kats,” you choke out, voice pitch uneven and pathetic.

with his fingertips, he messes with your robe, and he kisses you again, “i missed you too.”

ᢉ𐭩 gn!reader, shoto helping reader who’s going through a rough time

no one’s noticed yet.

no one’s noticed the bags under your eyes, how you’ve spent less and less time with your friends, preferring to stay locked in your room when there’s free time. you still have some of the highest scores in the class, and no one thinks you’ve been slacking. sure, they think it’s weird how you’re still wearing your blazer even in hot weather while everyone else is only wearing their polos.

no one’s noticed your more tired eyes, a bit dimmer and hazy, as if you aren’t fully there. everyone’s too focused on themselves, and you are too. you’re too concentrated on schoolwork and hero work, but it hasn’t become as appealing lately.

you’re not quite sure what to call it— why you’re so tired of everything, how heroes appear on the television, and are so cocky with their work. every single word that comes out of your classmates' mouths is annoying, and you’ve had to hold yourself back from snapping at them. they’re too loud. everything’s too loud, the constant thoughts in your head, except everyone’s quiet when you most need help.

maybe you’re just burnt out. you’ll feel better eventually.

that’s what you keep thinking even when months pass by, and you’ve begun to lose some weight, not having enough energy to eat at times. sometimes it’s so bad that you don’t have the motivation to walk out of bed and to class.

and it’s become unfortunately consistent— skipping classes and meals, hardly caring for your well-being anymore.

you don’t think anyone’s noticed until you’re curled up in your bed, and you hear a knock at the door.

who the hell could it be? it’s around lunchtime, maybe a teacher came by to ask if you’re sick or something, or why you’ve skipped so many classes.

you run a hand down your face and softly sigh to yourself, then grunt, “yeah?”

“can i come in?” a gentle voice says, it sounds like shoto’s.

your room is messy and unkept, and dishes lie around on your nightstand and dresser.

nevertheless, you reply, “sure,” keeping your eyes shut and your face towards the wall.

the door creaks open and you feel a weight at the foot of your bed. shoto stays quiet for a moment and asks, “are you okay?”

he’s noticed how long you’ve been gone. you probably haven’t been to school in a week, and hardly anyone’s seen you outside of your room. before you randomly disappeared, he saw the dark circles under your eyes, the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes when someone told you a joke. your uniform even seemed looser on your body, and he hardly saw you in the cafeteria during lunch.

but you stay silent, and his heart tinges with sadness when he hears you choke up on your words.

“yeah, just- just tired, that’s all,” you murmur, throat tightening uncomfortably as you curl up further, bringing a hand to your mouth to hopefully silence yourself.

“i don’t think you’re just tired, y/n.” he replies, “i’m worried about you.”

that’s when he hears soft whimpers and sniffles from you, and he looks over to see your lip trembling, and your hands wiping away your tears.

he sits closer to you and brushes away the hair from your face, saying, “you’re my friend. i want you to be able to tell me if you’re not feeling well.”

you sniffle more and cry, “i’m so tired, shoto, i’m tired of everything, i don’t know why, i’m sorry-”you cut yourself off with more cries, and he begins wiping away your tears for you.

“there’s no reason to apologize to me.” he shuts your words down quickly, then asks, “how do you want me to be here for you?”

you quiet down, and think about it for a second before mumbling, “i don’t know- i don’t know yet,” and let out a few more apologies, “lunch is almost over, you should get back to class.”

“i’ll stay here. i brought you food anyway.”

you look up at him for the first time in a while, and he’s brought you your favorite meal from a nearby restaurant you like. maybe he bought it during his break. a smile comes to your face, one that he notices reaches your eyes, and your cheeks puff out.

he wipes your tears again, and you thank him quietly, as he unpacks the meals, setting yours on your lap as he sits down next to you. he turns to you, seeing you already chewing your food, feeling a bit better.

he smiles as your eyes widen, remembering how good the food tastes after depriving yourself of it for some time.

shoto will always be there when no one else is. if you think no one’s noticed your pain, you’ve painfully mistaken. he notices every little thing about you, and he’ll always check up on you when you most need it.

Haha, reader’s quirk was flowers, she could use it to heal anyone and release scent of flowers wether for it to be relaxation, bad odor, or help people fall asleep and etc.

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, shoto crushing on healer!reader

the first time you healed shoto in the UA clinic, he hadn’t spoken much. he just wanted to get the job done and go back to his dorm, where he could sleep and then get up, ready for the next long day of school and training.

but that doesn’t mean thoughts weren’t running through his head.

your hands were so gentle with him, eyes kind and caring, like you’d done this a thousand times. within minutes, he was feeling calm and relaxed around you, and he normally had his guard up around everyone, even his close family and friends.

but after he left, he silently swore to himself that he would see you again, and the only way he could do that was by being injured. you didn’t have time to take care of fake patients or for small talk unless it was the weekend, and shoto’s busy on those days too.

your floral scent kept lingering in his mind even as he fell asleep. something about you was so calming.

and a couple of days later, he was training with midoriya, acting a bit more recklessly than usual when he scratched his knee, just a small scratch, but it was bleeding— he considered that to be enough to see you.

so when training is over, he heads toward the clinic and slowly walks into the open room, standing in the doorway awkwardly until you notice him.

you smile, giving him a small wave that makes his heart beat quickly in his chest, “hey todoroki! are you feeling okay?”

he shakes his head at you, and you look up with sympathetic eyes as he walks over to sit on the bed before you.

he sighs, “i scraped my knee during training.”

you give him an unimpressed look eyebrows raised as you try to hold back a laugh, “come on, you can handle that. you’ve come back from missions completely unscathed.”

shoto mumbles, “i was afraid it would get infected,” he looks down ashamedly.

you playfully roll your eyes and shake your head, then gather up everything you need to disinfect his minuscule wound. you make small talk with him, talking about who he was with when his knee was scraped, and he asks you about how your internship is going.

but once you’re done, you smile and say goodbye, and he knows he’ll be back another time.

the next week, he comes back for another minor injury, one that he faked.

“so what brings you in this time?” you ask, sitting him on the bed.

he clears his throat before replying, “i was stung by a bee on my thumb.”

you stare at him for a few moments before teasingly smiling, “todoroki, you can’t come in here each time you have a small injury. i don’t even see the stinger,” you mumble as you inspect his thumb. there’s no sign that he was stung. you pause, “i can’t tell if you keep coming to me because you genuinely believe you need help for these small things, or a different reason.”

he stares at you, blush coating his pale cheeks, “i come here because i want to see you.”

your eyes widen, and you sheepishly smile, “i’m not here all the time, todoroki. we have the same lunch break, you know.” you rhythmically tap your foot on the floor, “if you want to see me, you can talk to me then. i’m not free many other days or times.”

he pauses, stays silent for a minute before giving you a genuine smile, “i’ll try and find you at lunch, then.”

once the bell rings and he’s late for his next class, he’s gripping his backpack and warm, hardly focusing in class. he’s impatient and wants to see you as soon as it’s lunchtime.

and even though that’s your only free time, he’ll still find a way to get himself hurt so he can see you.

Y/n with a flower quirk. (Could be poisonous or just friends w nature hehe)

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, enemies to lovers with katsuki

katsuki used to hate you.

he hated you with every inch of his body, fuming and wanting to snap his pencil in half when he even heard you breathe. he groaned and pulled at his hair in frustration whenever you spoke about how you figured out a new way to use your quirk. it just reminded him of how the two of you had the same goal: to be number one. no one understood how much you infuriated him.

and the worst part was that you were nice. you cared about how other people were doing in their studies and for heroic work. he never understood how you would be number one with how caring you were. being at the top meant you had to focus on yourself, giving all of your time and energy to your devotion.

it was more like a one-sided hatred. never once did he see you glare at him after he yelled at you after you had one more point than him for your test, or when he blasted you into the wall, nearly cracking your ribs during training. you just applauded him for his strength.

but katsuki thought you were teasing him, trying to get him to break because you thought he was weak. he believed you thought you would always be better than him in every way.

eventually, the way you smelled and acted made him warm. such stupid things, but it seemed to bother him, how you smelled like flowers, a side effect of using your beautiful quirk so often, and how you interact with all of koda’s animal friends. it annoyed him.

and when he was confronted about it by his friends, as they were worried he was being too rude to you, he couldn’t explain why you bothered him; you just did.

plus, you were opposites personality-wise. that was one more reason to hate you.

but when he began to see guys like kirishima and deku walk up to you and talk so sweetly, having real conversations with you for hours on end, he found himself bothered. he guessed it was the fact that he was close to both of the guys, and they betrayed his trust, being all buddy-buddy with the girl he hated.

he refused to acknowledge he was jealous.

but eventually, katsuki came to terms with something. the two of you would most likely have to work together sometime for something school-related. it’s better to know your strengths and weaknesses before something serious and dangerous happens.

so one day, the two of you were chosen for a joint mission, having to work together in your internship with best jeanist. the two of you beat a villain quickly, and although you were both sweaty and panting, tired and hungry from all of the work, you still looked beautiful.

he didn’t understand how you still had that floral scent when you were sweating crazily. he’s sure it was abnormal, anyone else would’ve reeked after that much work and exercise.

and when you had lunch breaks, the two of you would eat some soba at a nearby restaurant. he noted how you always tied your hair back so cautiously, rolling up your sleeves so as not to get your hair or clothes in the noodles. you were always so particular about being clean, like he was.

he hardly realized he was falling for you.

one time, a stupid dog came into the agency, walking around like it owned the place, until it stopped by you and katsuki on some couches. it was a blonde pomeranian, and katsuki knew you loved nothing more than animals.

you cooed and spread your arms out, waiting for it to jump into them and lick your face. soon, it did, and you let it sit on your lap and curl up into a ball.

and he rolled his eyes at your gentleness, “put it down,” he scolded, “the damn thing could have rabies.”

a laugh left your mouth, and he found himself blushing, a bit warmer in the cheeks, “y’know, you’re kinda like a pomeranian, bakugou,” you paused, “an angry one.”

“how the hell am i like a dog?!” he shouts, hand gripping the armrest angrily.

“you kinda look like one,” he’s about to retaliate and scream when you pet the dog, and it whines, “but in a cute way, yeah?”

his eyes widen, but soften, and all of the anger in his body is gone. he slouches into the couch and crosses his arms, turning his face away so you can’t see the blush forming on his cheeks.

katsuki huffs, “tch, shut up…”

he doesn’t disagree, though.

after that moment, he begins accepting his feelings for you. he asks for you to train and study with him, making excuses about how it’ll be better for the both of you, that no one else is worthy of being at the top with him.

when he eventually asks you out, you’re shocked beyond belief but accept. he wouldn’t do this as a dare or to be mean. he’s doing this because he means it.

and when the two of you end up dating, he doesn’t often say he loves you. he shows it through actions, and actively avoids the colorful path you make when you walk. it used to annoy him that flowers literally grow wherever you walk, but now he treats it like treasure, not wanting to ruin the beautiful things. it’s your amazing work.

he plans on making you a garden of some sort when you buy a house together. maybe a large one in your yard, or a greenhouse so you can plant the vegetables and fruits you like, and he can cook your favorite foods with them.

once the two of you retire from hero work, or if you’re not too busy or needed, he’ll buy you an animal to take care of. he knows you’ve always wanted one, considering how gentle and caring you are towards creatures.

and when he saw how caring you were with eri, how you gave her flowers each day, and how she seemed so enamored by them and their beauty, he wanted a child of his own, with you when you’re older.

he wonders if you’ll have a kid with your hair and his eyes, or maybe an exact replica of you with your quirk. maybe your child would be a boy with his explosive quirk, but a soft, loving personality like yours, and red colored eyes that look at people like how you do. maybe your child could be a mama’s boy, clinging onto your side and falling asleep with you on the couch. maybe it’d be a girl who adores and looks up to you, being taught by you how to put on mascara at a dance recital.

maybe it’ll happen.

he hopes it will.

ᢉ𐭩 gn!reader, them with a cat-like reader

featuring izuku, katsuki, shoto

IZUKU MIDORIYA

he thinks you’re the cutest thing ever and cherishes you so much

every time you cuddle up to him, he gets all pink and warm at how much you trust him

takes his shirt off sometimes while the two of you are alone so you can cuddle up to him while kneading his scarred biceps

thinks it’s cute when you bite but tries not to show it when you go a little too hard, loves you too much to see the disappointment and guilt on your face

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

thinks it’s weird as fuck as first but eventually gets used to it, probably pushes you away a little bit in the beginning but gives up when you don’t stop

and he ends up finding something wrong and missing in his day when you haven’t kneaded on his biceps, and he didn’t wake up to a face kissing and nuzzled into his neck

also thinks it’s weird how one minute you can go from cuddling and nuzzling up to him then pushing him away sassily as he pulls you back to him

SHOTO TODOROKI

when you rub your cheek against his, he doesn’t really understand what you’re doing, but he cautiously does it back with a straight face

and he’s not really sure how to respond or react to your cute little antics, but what he does do is repeat whatever you’re doing back to you once he understands you said it’s how you show affection and love

defo slowly blinks at you occasionally because he knows it’s what cats do when they love someone

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, toru with suguru’s twin sister

when satoru first met you and your twin brother at jujutsu high in your first year, he only had two thoughts.

satoru’s first thought that came to mind when he saw suguru was bangs.

and satoru’s first thought that came to mind when he saw you was beautiful.

he didn’t see many women outside of his family before jujutsu high. he was heavily sheltered and watched over like a hawk, as if he couldn’t handle himself with his limitless and six eyes techniques.

but suguru could immediately tell from satoru’s look on his face when he saw you, from his flushed cheeks, wide eyes, the small pout, that he was utterly in love with you. as soon as he saw satoru’s stupid face and hair, he knew he didn’t want him near you. clearly, he forgot all about that when he himself became best friends with the six eyes.

with both you and suguru possessing the cursed spirit manipulation technique, you both understood each other so well, and you were there to help suguru with all of his worries and fears. however, that didn’t last long when you were sent out on missions more often and hardly had time to see him, and he continued to spiral farther when he had no support system.

when the time came and you and satoru were deployed on missions rather than him and suguru, the two of you got to know each other better. he turned out to be extremely flirty, though a bit more nervous around you because he truly was trying to impress you. even after missions, you continued to bond outside of school, which ended up turning into little dates at restaurants.

soon, the two of you began dating, and both of you were nervous to tell suguru. the two of you were very close to your twin brother, but when you announced it to him by accident, he didn’t seem to care.

you didn’t notice his spiraling, too caught up in your happiness to see your brother’s diminishing.

and when principal yaga came up to you and satoru in the middle of class, pulling both of you aside to tell you that suguru had killed an entire village including your parents, you couldn’t speak, didn’t, in fact, for days. you felt like you were going to throw up, nearly dropped to your knees, or passed out from the shock.

after that, it seems like you are the one who is spiraling. at least this time, satoru is here to comfort one of the geto twins. he’s not sure how to fully reassure you and make you feel better, but he’s told you a countless number of times that you can talk about suguru whenever you’d like.

but once you’re better, and you’ve graduated with smiles softer and more forced than the ones you came in with, you and satoru educate as teachers in jujutsu high. this time, you both look out for the signs in students that you saw in suguru, trying to prevent what happened to him.

the students remind you of how you used to be back in high school. their dynamics, looks, everything, especially the first years. they all seem to look up at you and satoru like you’re their parents, and they’re fortunately spoiled by him almost every day with everything they can possibly think of.

and when satoru gives you a little kiss on the cheek while you’re teaching the kids, and you see an eye roll from megumi, or a smile and coo from yuuji, and sometimes even a ‘bleh’ sound from nobara, you’re again reminded of your classmates from long ago.

and you’re sure your husband satoru is reminded of them too.

alright maybe i’m still not over the movie.. first pic is shoko n gojo graduating w/out sugu :( second pic is geto calling his mom