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he honestly didn't understand why the two of you broke up, but aki hayakawa could care less.
or so he'd tell himself every night when he missed your presence that was often wrapped in his cotton t-shirts and lotion that faintly smelled like strawberries.
"i need my hoodie back." aki said, the gruff tone in his voice indicating something much more distinct than nonchalance. perhaps it was the way you currently carried yourself after three weeks of being broken up, or maybe it was his stupidity barging into the closed door of his mind, but it felt like he physically could not not be attracted to you.
the indifference on your face was uncanny, considering how often you used to look up at him with sweet, doe eyes and a soft smile. the expression you wore was completely different than to what it usually was; eyes now tired and considerably deadpan.
"busy." the word sounded more like 'shoo' than two syllables that were likely a lie as you tried to shut the door on him.
with the reflexes of an intensely trained devil hunter, his arm shot up to block the hard mahogany wood of your door, and as much as you tried to close in, he was just too strong.
his hair was out of the topknot he usually wore in public, giving him a more... vulnerable look. you took that much in.
"i'm not playing right now, (reader). let me in, and get my hoodie for me."
that tone, laced with firmness and slight frustration, made you fold under no (immense) pressure. with an all too calculated sidestep, you reluctantly made way for him to come in as he toed his shoes off.
when he shut the door behind him, you padded your way to your room - the room you used to share with him on free weekends - silently, no more words spoken other than an annoyed 'wait here'.
aki took in his surroundings, the sight all too familiar for the ravenette. in the corner was the lamp you'd tried to fix up after somehow knocking it over, but in the end it was he who made it work again. next to it, the couch the two of you had done... things that would substantially be named 'too bizarre' if ever muttered in public.
he'd snapped out of his trance when you returned, shoving the folded black hoodie in his chest. instinctively, his hands took the fabric.
"... thanks." oddly insincere, the thanks was. should he have said it that way? was a full thank you perhaps better?
ah, why should he care? you dumped him over using the katana again. foolish, really.
a "bye." left your lips in a tone all too cold, once again shooing him away as if he were a fox slyly looking to steal food.
with a heavy heart, and heavy footsteps, he made his way out your house once again, and maybe for the last time ever.
... nah. he's texting you again, everybody knows it.
modulo yuuji, who gave up in searching for someone to spend the rest of his immortality with.
modulo yuuji, where the only person he could have spent his entire life with died during the culling games, his brother choso.
modulo yuuji, who eventually finds peace in being what he never sought to be in high school.
modulo yuuji, who thinks of gojo and megumi more often than not.
"i promise i'ma good boy, mami," yuuji begs as his knees hit the cold hardwood.
he'd been begging to get you on a date since two months ago, even if you were a good five years older. you didn't know if it was sukuna's finger that made his brain decay or if he was just like that.
your entire body flinched the moment the 'thud' travelled to your eardrums, trying to wave the entire thing off. "itadori, that's quite enough," a sigh escaped your lips.
his endless pleas were starting to get annoying, so maybe, just maybe, you might say yes.
i physically can't bring myself to write; it feels like i'm writhing in a straitjacket when i try to think about the next part for aiyfoayy?.
does anyone else feel like this or am i just going crazy w. writer's block
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IN WHICH, you and sae have been shipped together by the media since the both of you came into the limelight of your respective careers. you support sae very loudly, wearing his jersey on many occasions and styling it perfectly. sae supports you subtly, paparazzi pictures of your album on his phone’s lockscreen surfacing more times than fans can count. you’ve never really interacted, though. maybe it’s time to slip a message into his dms…?
proceed below the cut with caution. none of my work is proofread.
“𝓘 can’t decide if this looks stupid or idiotic.” you complain to your stylist, kokona, who happens to be your closest friend. “re-al’s jersey this season looks like a five year old designed it and they ran with it.”
kokona giggles at your words, clearly finding something amusing.
“i think sae’d think you look cute either way.” she remarks with a teasing tone. “plussss… it’s really not that bad. you can pull it off.”
rolling your eyes, you smile just a little at her comment. “y’think?”
“(reader), i know.” kokona has that glimmer in her eyes that appears whenever she’s planning something.
you’re suspicious, of course you are, but her schemes are never really that bad. except for the time where she somehow managed to beg bunny iglesias to let her style him… and he accepted.
“hey, whaddya lookin’ at?” looking at her phone she pulled out just seconds ago, you catch a glimpse of her twitter timeline filled with the hashtag ‘sae x y/n’. you deadpan. “kokona…” you drag her name out, clearly embarrassed about all the fanart and ship edits flooding the screen.
“i’m so gonna die from all the shipping.” a slight groan falls from your lips as you plop down on the velvet couch.
“you can’t really blame ‘em. you and sae look hella good together.”
“oh, shut up…” though it may not seem as such, what she said really got into your head.
your heart hammered in your chest as you pulled out your phone and typed out a message to sae’s number of which you’d begged kokona to beg bunny for months ago.
okay. worst comes to worst, he says no, right? everybody already says you two look together.
with a deep breath, you hit send.
you could’ve sworn your heart skipped a beat. or two. maybe three. it took him less than ten seconds to reply — yes, you counted.
the way imaginary butterflies attacked your stomach made you wanna puke. in a good way.
well, in three days, you’re about to meet the sae itoshi, so swallow up every single thought of nervousness and fear, ‘cause you need to be everything he thinks you are: the hottest freakin’ rockstar.
a/n tumblr kept not saving my drafts so i ended up procrastinating hella on this au. sae’s pov is next!! :)
sae itoshi's not the type of guy you'd expect to be affected by the harsh cold comments coming from faceless accounts on twitter — considering he's a harsh cold man — but after his bad play on saturday?
twitter started trashing him more than usual — for his teammate's fault. it wasn't even sae that failed to score a goal with a perfect pass trajectory, but instead of bashing the one in fault, they bashed sae.
usually, he'd be oh so confident, like he believed with every atom of his being that it was just his shitty teammate.
but tonight was... odd.
his heart beat fast, never slowing down, just like his mind that raced to the train of thought that held thoughts of what people were saying on twitter.
he just couldn't put his phone down. he felt like a 15 year old waiting for a sliver of validation from their peers. he scrolled and scrolled; a never-ending supply of hate comments popping out every time he flicked his thumb up.
then he stumbled upon a different tweet. nothing like the comments that held malice.
(reader) @/loveurself , the handle wrote.
"it's weird how one mistake that wasn't even his could make all of you forget that he's our japanese prodigy..."
huh.
the corners of his lips tugged into the slightest smile as he turned his phone off, screen now a simple black box.
that just gave him the motivation to fuck everyone up next match.
a/n
kapowwww soft sae heh. not much of x reader but it's cute, ain't it?
BLUELOCK ONESHOTS letters — rin itoshi (f) | validation from strangers — sae itoshi (f)
JUJUTSU KAISEN ONESHOTS older — yuji itadori (s)
CHAINSAW MAN ONESHOTS ex — aki hayakawa
CROSSOVERS everyone's favourite gaming duo . kenma kozume + nagi seishiro (s)
LONG FICS are you my fan or am i yours? — sae itoshi (f), (s), (c).
BLURBS modulo yuuji angst
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