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ㅤ˚. boyfriend! 𝓶egumi at the gym. ৻ꪆ :: 𐔌 part one | part two

━━━ 𝓶𝗮𝘆𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 the people asked and they shall recieve

⋆ 𝓜𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 who isn't motivated to work out because he wants to change his appearance. rather, he does it to stay active whenever he's not out on missions and has too much leisure time. sometimes, him and yuji go to the gym together roughly twice, thrice a week.

⋆ 𝓜𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 who has veiny arms and hands. even from a distance, you can tell. it's not disgustingly veiny, like he's aging, but just soft veins that protrude his pale skin. faint to where you can feel the bulge under your fingers when you trace his forearms and hands gently.

they get more prominent when he lifts weights, though. you saw him doing hammer curls one time at home because you were snowed in with him, and goodness me, it was a delicious sight. the vision of his hands wrapped around you like that made your mouth water slightly.

⋆ 𝓜𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 who doesn't really sweat. his forehead will get a little shiny, skin slightly slick, but no more than that. he doesn't sweat much at all. when he comes home, his cologne is still almost as strong as when he left.

⋆ 𝓜𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 who has attempted boxing. yuji recommended it to him, as the gym they went to had a little boxing area anyway. it's not necessarily hard, but he can't really find the rhythm for it. plus, yuji's a natural-born fighter. he'll just stick to lifting weights.

⋆ 𝓜𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 who goes to the gym at their least-busiest time. it's easier on the ears, really. not so many people talking, grunting, panting. plus, it's something about doing everything late at night.

⋆ 𝓜𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 who listens to your pleas when you want him to curl you. he does it with ease every time, which never ceases to fuel your enjoyment. it's endearing in his eyes.

⋆ 𝓜𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 who also trains in flexibility. for the majority purpose of putting you into positions you're not used to, or have never tried before. it always catches you by surprise, which makes him get creative more often.

⋆ 𝓜𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 who lets you indulge in his biceps all you want. your fascination of his body made his heart flutter. he liked when you tied little bows around him and beg him to flex his arm, effectively snapping the ribbon.

⋆ 𝓜𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 who questioned you calling him mid-set, but wouldn't turn down the oppurtunity to talk to you if he was going to be gone for a little while. he thought it was innocent; just chatting, keeping him company. he was slightly off.

in reality, you just liked to hear the grunts and moans that slipped under his breath whenever he lifted weights. dirty, dirty secret of yours. he most likely knew, and if you openly told him he'd get all flustered. but hey, he never declines your call when it pauses his music.

⋆ 𝓜𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 who is prone to mess with you a round or two when he gets home. it's not like it's entirely out of the blue, since weightlifting contributes to bumping up libido anyway. as if his body temperature isn't already high, skin glistening with thin layers of sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, and mind racing with thoughts of you. both clean and filthy.

⋆ 𝓜𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 who sends you sauna selfies. if you're lucky enough and convince him, he'll send you a picture of him just in his towel around his waist.

© 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎 𑣲⋆｡˚

m. fushiguro x fem!reader ; fluff

you sat sideways in your boyfriend’s lap, a blanket hiding the both of your legs as you gently rubbed his calf. it was supposed to be another—totally innocent and gojo-approved—sleepover, but this? this position wasn’t exactly pg-13…

“quit doing that.” he mumbled, the pink tinge dusting his ears graciously betraying his words. he never was good at hiding his emotions.

“i’m not doing anything..i’m just looking at you.” you giggled, carefully resting your head upon his shoulder, tickling the base of his neck with your breath. “do i really make you that nervous?” you teased, pressing a sharp, sudden kiss just below his ear.

“no.” aha! you heard that voice waver, and you took it as a sign. a sign to get him to crack as fast as possible.!

“hmm, not even when i dooo…this?” your lips found themselves leaving little stains of pink, sticky gloss across megumi’s skin as you kissed a trail leading up to his jaw.

“why are you so infuriating..” he muttered beneath his breath, visibly annoyed when you placed one last smooch to his cheek. the cherry on top.

you knew you got him good then—i mean just watching his usual pretty, pale face darken a few rosier shades was pure satisfaction…

“i’m not infuriating, i’m your girlfriend!” you snorted, laughing into the crook of his neck as if you were the funniest girl in the world. even that effected him. your laugh—the warm puffs of air that left your lips…you were just torturing him at that point.

“stop it..”

“wha! i didn’t even do anything!” you laughed even harder, looking up to squish megumi’s chubby little cheeks. “ohhssoocuttee, don’t be mad at me megs!!” you smiled, eyes sparkling as he gazed into them.

well…if the verbal warnings didn’t work, he’d have to try physical.

“megumiii, sosquishy you’re a little dumpling! those rainbow dumplin—mmh!” suddenly, megumi wasn’t the only one who’s face was warming up now. his lips were against yours almost instantly, moving over your mouth with the amount of precision he puts into defeating curses.

you could barely form words. his lips were so soft and warm, dominating your every thoughts until you couldn’t think of anything but him.

his hand slowly trailed up your back until he got to the back of your neck, immediately fisting your hair to pull you in closer. his tongue grazed your lower lip, and that’s when your own hand shot up—instantly holding onto his shirt.

“m-mmh..” you whimpered against his lips, expecting more of his greedy mouth. instead…you were met with the loud beep beep of his smartwatch.

“ha-hah?” you look down at the face of the watch, a bright red cartoony heart—with what looked like a drop of sweat on it popped up, taking up the whole watch.

! abnormal heart rate detected !

“aaaawwwhhhh megggummmiiii!!!!!” you instantly squealed, trampling him with your body weight as you rolled completely on top of him.

“shut up..i’m never kissing you again..”

“psshh—yeah right..”

a pause.

“was it my little moan that did it?—wait ew!! get a tissue don’t nosebleed on meee!!!!!”

hard yearner! satoru finally convinces you to go on a date with him

"you look beautiful baby~" gojo sings out. he is on a mission. and he has a vision.

but you do not know that—okay that's untrue. you do know but you choose to ignore it. so you stick with aggressively rolling your eyes .

what makes it even more ridiculous is the fact that you are dressed in your laziest getup . a ratty tshirt of which you had cut off the neckline to make it off shoulder to combat the heat, and loose cotton pants.

anyone with two eyes , proper hearing and a semi functional brain can tell that he is overdoing the flattery. but for what end goal you couldn't decipher. he has already been in your panties ( and probably will be again). so it was utterly lost on you why he had dragged you to an amusement park—and the fact that you had agreed to come with him.

but satoru was on a mission. he had groveled, begged, gave you the best oral, begged some more to finally get you to go out with him.

this was a start. maybe one day he would be given the privilege of holding you not just during the quick fucks, but through the night as well .

he had daydreamed the feel of your hand in his, your fingers intertwined. so with one more "you smell so delicious today baby" , he sneaks his hand into yours.

you give a little jerk, trying to shake your hand free but he just tightens his hold. "gojo let go"

his voice is as chirpy as ever. "is it a new perfume? i approve!"

when you fail, again, to wriggle your hand free you give him your best annoyed voice "gojo."

"satoru" he corrects mildly, while looking around. then proceeds to drag you to a mascot stand run by an elderly couple. they look tired in the unforgiving heat, their age doing them no favour either.

any guy would have gone for flowers, or food. or perhaps some expensive shit.

but he was gojo. funny . sappy. kind.

so when he buys you not one, not two , but three varieties of corny graphic tee's and two hats with matching 'blue jean babys' written on them, you don't complain.

somehow this little gesture of his manages to dampen your annoyance.

you have always loved to chase the high. and satoru had always loved making you reach it. so he takes on the roller coaster. the upside down swinger which you enjoyed too much. then on the 'death plunge' (which he jokes about for the rest of the day)

his mission continues though.

a swipe of his fingers against your lips 'you had some ice cream there baby'.

the classic yawn and stretch maneuver which ended up with his arm around your shoulders and you pressed into him.

and the absolute deal breaker—the kiss at the top of the feris wheel. satoru had even timed the fireworks and shit.

but you had already made it clear when you both started fucking. no kissing.

he joked about it of course when you pushed him back, but you caught that brief flicker of hurt. you should be able to ignore it. like you had done so many times before. you both had been at this game for way too long.

and perhaps you were finally losing your mind.

there was no other possible explanation for what you did after he dropped you off at the entrance of your apartment building.

after he sing songs a random tune about you looking gorgeous in your blue jean babys' hat and ratty tshirt.

after he jokes about taking you out again and making you fall in love with him. after he begs about letting him stay the night .

after he whines about you giving him a goodnight kiss, all the while the wind swept his light hair into his eyes and that awfully charming smile danced on his lips.

because you pulled him down by his shirt collar and pecked him lightly on his cheek.

that shut him up.

"go home , satoru."

you couldn't stop the small snicker at his dumbfounded expression.

he just nodded and turned around stumbling at his own feet.

you crossed your arms and leaned against the building wall and watched him as he lifted a hand to rub his cheek. then glance back at you once. then as he let out a loud howl (which you have never before heard a human make) and ran out of the apartment complex.

another snort escaped you. both at his childishness. and at your foolishness.

you really were losing your mind.

kinda pt2 of this if anyone's interested :) @chickyyy511

ft. satoru gojo, reader

Ꮼ tw: no warning just sum silly gojo, just a tiny itty little bitty suggestive

the thing about “kissing the homie goodnight” with satoru was that it stopped being ironic weeks ago.

it started as a joke, sure. a stupid little routine after movie nights or training or him showing up at your dorm at ungodly hours whining about boredom. he’d lean in with that smug grin and go, “c’mon, manners. kiss your best friend goodnight.”

and somehow, somewhere along the line, it became real.

not that either of you admitted it.

You step outside letting out a big sigh of relaxation. The chill night air brushes against your exposed skin as you get prickly. You look behind you, the house that’s so ‘lively’ with your family—the people you hold so much resentment towards.

No one knows what you go through, not really and it’s not like any of your friends would have a care. They’d tell you to suck it up or go out or smoke, drink. You were fucking sick of being told that.

All you ever wanted since you were a little girl was to be comforted. To be told that you belong here, that nothing is actually wrong with you. And that you weren’t only born to satisfy the people you love so dearly’s flesh.

Your feet hit the ground, dragging yourself across the road with no destination in mind. Maybe freedom was your destination but that was only in your head, and it’ll have only lasted for a second.

You reach for your phone in the back pocket of your shorts only to realize you left it discarded on your bed, it was around 12pm, you weren’t sure who’d be awake. “Don’t we have finals soon?” you murmur to yourself. “toru should be awake.” you let out a sigh, if he’d even take you serious.

But it’s the only place you know—especially at this time of night.

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You collapse onto the ground immediately, in front of his steps as you ring the doorbell multiple times. You had walked thirty whole minutes. But to your suprise, Gojo didn’t come to the door. It was an older lady, an apron wrapped around her figure. His mom?

This sweeps you off your feet immediately, you fix yourself. “hi ma’am m’sorry—I just walked thirty minutes here um, is g-“ she only smiles, not letting you finish your sentence she calls for him. “Satoru Gojo!!!!!!! Get down here!!!!!” she turns back to you as you two await for his arrival.

“My god you’re so pretty.” she says, stepping aside she lets you inside. You smile, lip quivering. Your mom never told you that you were pretty. “Thank you.”

You see the white haired boy come down stairs, hair a tousled mess. Sleep looking like it was ready to take over, but he was quickly rejuvenated when he made eye contact, with you.

“Y/n?” You swallow hard, his mom makes her way back into the kitchen baking what smelt like pie. “what the hell are you doing at my place so late? better yet why—wait did you walk all the way over here? and why aren’t you home with your family?? y/n???” he pushes his glasses back onto his face and really studies you.

You look at him, and that’s when it happens, you break down and he immediately takes you up with him into his room.

You’re sat at the edge of his bed, face down and hands draped over yourself. He’s on the floor in front of you almost like a stupid fucking whipped puppy, waiting for the right moment.

“Why didn’t you text? I could’ve came to get you or—“ but he realizes he shouldn’t scold you at the moment. Your body trembles and he stands up quickly finding a spot next to you and wrapping his arms around you, and you lean into him. “Toru..” you whimper. “I don’t know what to do.”

“About what, hm? we can figure it out together if you’d tell me.” You look up at him, eyes stricken with sadness. “It’s my family.” You whisper, “I can’t go back.” His posture worsens as he comes to a state of realization. “ah,” he continues to rub your back.

He then places a few kisses onto your forehead, “they don’t deserve a beautiful, smart and willing woman.” he says, “they don’t deserve you.” You rest your soaked face into his neck. “I want to stay here, I don’t want to go back.” You choke with how much you’ve been crying. “At ease, hm?” He stands up, looking back at his studying session that was cut short. “You can stay.”

You let out a breath, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t cry.” he immediately shuts that thought up. But before he can say anything his mom walks in, offering cookies.

You smile to yourself as you take two from the tray and thank her. “Hey mom, y/n is staying over—for a while.” he adds the last part. She knew not to ask questions. “Okay, that’s okay you two just let me know if you need anything.”

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His front is against your back as he presses light kisses on top of your head. “I think I love you toru..” and that stops him in his tracks. Around school everyone knew (y/n) didn’t love anyone. “Think huh?” He snorts, and you shift over, now facing him.

Your eyes adjust to his face in the dark, and your hands rise up to stroke his hair away and you can feel the heat on his cheeks. “you nerd,” you tease. “do you love me back?”

You touch across his face so you can feel the emotion he’s trying desperately to not hide, and you feel him smile. “I do actually, I love you too—or more actually.” You nuzzle yourself into his chest. “I won’t be embarrassed to talk to you at school anymore—I won’t be such a struggle.”

“I’ll be better.” You murmur.

“Better?” He asks. “Better for what? I love you even when you’re so mean.” You let out a sigh, “that’s bad—I shouldn’t be mean to you I’m sorry.” He smiles and pulls you in closer.

“I never want to see you crying like that again..something broke inside of me seeing you like that.” You smile, “you’re a big softie.”

“only for my study’s—and you.”

hello is this anyone else’s life👀👀👀??? Is this thing on…also I wrote this while listening to cry by the sundays on repeat..omg I’m also so sleepi so if something doesn’t make sense I’m sorry..and it’s not proofread 🫪🫪 guys leave requests as well!! I need to make my masterlist soon🫪🫪🫪🫪🫪🫪🫪🫪🫪 also I think I might’ve accidentally posted a megumi draft with like no words cause I didn’t start it yet whoops…OMG OK SORRY GOODNIGHT THIS WAS SO LONG. Wait I’m actually posting this at 5am goodmorning lovely’s.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Doing a nude portrait of him

Satoru laid himself dramatically across the chaise lounge in their bedroom, limbs posed like he was auditioning for a Renaissance painting. A towel was loosely draped over his hips, though he had insisted on going "full artistic expression" for your sketching session.

"Are you ready for the world's greatest muse?" he asked with a grin, folding his hands behind his head. "Behold... the majestic form of Gojo Satoru."

You didn't even look up from your sketchbook. "I'm already regretting this."

"Liar. You asked me to pose. I'm just giving you Michelangelo-level gold here."

With a deep sigh and flushed cheeks, you finally looked up. "Okay, no moving. I'm going for classical anatomy study here. Not chaos."

Satoru nodded solemnly. "Classical. Understood. I'm a statue."

A moment passed. Then another. Your pencil began its gentle strokes across the page, capturing his collarbone, the slope of his ribs, his long legs

And then a sudden twitch.

You froze mid-line.

"Are you-? Satoru..."

"Hm?" he hummed innocently, eyes closed.

You squinted. "You're twitching."

"I am a living statue. Adds authenticity."

"Satoru"

"What?" he cracked one eye open, smirking. "I can't help it! You're staring at me with that intense, hot artist gaze. And you're sitting cross-legged right there in a tank top like some seductive art school fantasy. My body's reacting."

You groaned, throwing a cushion at him. "You are impossible! I was doing fine until your body decided to start improvising."

Satoru laughed, catching the pillow and placing it over his lap. "It's a compliment, really. Your art moves me."

"It's not your heart that's moved, Satoru!"

He wiggled his eyebrows. "Draw it anyway. Might as well document the full glory."

"No thank you!" you said, face hot with laughter as you tried to sketch around the problem. "This was supposed to be for my portfolio, not a hentai doujin!"

"Portfolio?" He scoffed. "Sweetheart, this is your magnum opus. The pinnacle of your career."

You threw your sketchpad at him.

He caught it, glanced at the drawing, and beamed. "I look good. You even got my mole right."

"Give me back my sketchpad before I erase that mole and add a comically large fig leaf."

You both dissolved into laughter, Satoru now shamelessly rolling off the couch and crawling toward her on all fours like a ridiculous cat.

"You still love me though."

"Unfortunately," you muttered, catching his face in your hands and kissing his forehead. "But next time, I'm drawing you in sweatpants."

a/n: If you've seen this before it's a repost from my alt. comments and reblogs are appreciated🫶

-> 1.1k words!

satoru chooses his battles wisely and carefully when you're on your period.

and by that, he means none of them.

ever.

because he's brave. but he's not that brave.

on a usual day, you're his sweet girl who pouts when he lets go of her hand for a millisecond. he's always felt like he won the world with you. you were his dream come true.

and for one week every month, he gets to pay the price for that dream.

he swears he isn't trying to be misogynistic. but when your cycle starts, sometimes he can't recognise you.

Gojo was used to stares, he’s the hot guy on campus, the school heartthrob and all that nonsense, after all. Still, something feels off.

People weren’t just looking like they normally do, in that way that people do when they undress him with their eyes—as if he doesn’t have a whole girlfriend already—no, now they were pointing, whispering, some even covered their mouths as he passed, small chuckles leaving their mouths.

Still, he threw on his trademark grin, threw out a few winks here and there, just because, and kept striding toward first period. He loved attention after all, fed off it, even.

“Oi, Gojo!” Geto’s voice cuts through the murmur of the crowd, the two of them tower over most of the other students, so it isn’t a surprise to Gojo that his best friend already found him.

Turning around, he opens his mouth to greet him, only to be met with Geto doubled over, wheezing with laughter. “Pfffttt— dude, have you seen your face?”

Gojo blinks at that, his smile finally faltering for the first time today. He could do with the whispers, the pointing and subtle laughter directed his way, but he couldn’t ignore it when his best friend laughed at him like that.

Confusion finally starts to creep into his mind, and for the first time since leaving the dorms he decides to check his own reflection. Grabbing his phone, he flips the camera to selfie mode, only to be met with his own reflection.

Lipstick. That’s the first thing that registers in his mind. It’s absolutely everywhere. Bright, unmistakable prints stamped across his cheeks, jaw, and even the bridge of his nose.

How he didn’t feel it before is beyond him.

And then Satoru sees you across the hall, casually leaned against the wall with a lollipop between your lips. The same exact shade smeared all over his face gleams on your lips. It sits there perfectly, like you haven’t just marked him up a mere thirty minutes ago.

He can see the way you try to smother your laugh, lips clamping down around the straw as the edges quivered with barely-suppressed laughter. But the moment Gojo actually looks at you, you break down, laugh bouncing off the walls.

Gojo’s jaw absolutely drops the moment your laughter reaches his ears—betrayed by his own girlfriend, who just let him walk around like this. “…You—!”

He bolts towards you, weaving through startled students that are all still standing around and pointing at him—or more specifically, his face and the bright marks you left all over him. “Sorry— move— coming through— watch it!”

You squeak the moment you see him bolt towards you. Spinning on your heel, you take off down the hall, still laughing around your lollipop as you try to shake off Satoru.

Unluckily for you his legs are longer, strides faster, long legs eating up distance much faster than you could. Before you disappear around the corner, an arm hooks around your waist, reeling you back in.

“Gotcha,” He says, a hint of amusement detectable as he takes a few breaths in.

You twist in his hold, looping your arms around his neck as the lollipop still dangles between your lips, laughter spilling out of you in gasps. “You should’ve seen your face—”

“Oh I did. And so did everyone else,” he cuts in, grinning down at you as he takes in your laughter. He bends in a little closer, eyes glinting with mischief. “You trying to kill my reputation?”

“Me? I would never,” you’re still giggling, lollipop clinking against your teeth softly.

Gojo pouts, those glossy lips pushed out as he looks at the reflection of one of the lockers on your right. He tilts his head slightly, bangs brushing against his forehead as he inspects the stains across his skin. “You missed a spot, sweetheart.”

Before you can even ask him where you could possible kiss him that you haven’t yet—his entire face already covered in lipstick stains—he leans down and kisses you.

The moment he leans back, your lollipop is in his mouth, and he makes a show of it to pull it out of his mouth with a pop. “Now we’re even.”

⋆୨୧˚ ✦ SUMMARY In which Gojo is stupidly and utterly obsessed with you.

CREDS. gojo art - thatsallitchief, pics found on Pinterest, divider by @/strangergraphics

CONTENT. FLUFF Gojo being a hazard to himself and society, not rlly proofread. WC. 0.6k

A/N. You missed me sooooo badddd ahahaha you wanted me back sooooo badddd hahahahah......

You and Satoru had an interesting relationship.

Formed through a combination of Gojo's nagging and complete inability to respect others' boundaries, you were dragged into what could only be described as a one-sided romantic (non)friendship—against your will of course.

The moment you walked into Jujutsu High, you already felt it.

felt him.

That unmistakable presence that made the hairs on your neck stand and your eye twitch in pure annoyance.

Because Satoru gojo was standing in the hallways like a six-foot-three LED billboard on the Vegas strip, waving at you with both of his lanky arms like a toddler lacking self awareness.

"Y/N!!!" he shouted as if you were across a football field and not a mere 10 feet away.

you sigh, and blink once. "Why are you yelling."

"Wanted to make sure you saw me," he shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning against the wall.

He brings a hand up to push off his blindfold, revealing his terrifyingly blue eyes.

They sparkled. Literally. Like someone installed RGB lighting in his head.

"put the blindfold back on please," you said. "you look like a glowstick."

Gojo gasps, clutching his chest and stumbling back. "You wound me. These eyes are a national treasure. Wait no- global."

"no they're a safety hazard."

"you're so hot when you're mean to me," he sighs, trailing behind you while you ran around the teachers lounge moving papers and files.

"don't you have a job to do, Gojo?" You finally turn to him.

"Yeah. Admiring you," he winks at you.

"Do you have something in your eyes?"

"Just blinded by your beauty," he smiles.

Eventually, after threatening to report him to HR, he ran off to go harrass another innocent person while you got to working on planning your next lesson for the first years.

for a little while at least, the halls were quiet. calm, even. Until they werent.

Gojo teleported to your side, leaning down so close you could feel his hair tickle the side of your face.

"Hi," he whispered. "miss me?"

"no," you instantly replied.

he froze before grinning. "Liar."

you didnt look up from your paperwork. "What do you want?"

"you." he sat in the chair beside you, kicking his up onto the table and right by your head. you glared at him.

"soooo," he began, "when are we going on that date you havent agreed to yet?"

"we're not."

"Great! I'll pick you up at seven."

"Gojo-"

he vanished before you could finish.

then reappeared. "seven thirty?"

"NO."

“Eight?”

“Stop.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, hands up in defense. “We’ll compromise.”

You cap your pen before setting it down. “On what.”

He smiled, eyes growing wide in excitement behind his blindfold.

“You pick the time. I’ll pick the place.”

You gave him a blank stare, although you for some reason couldn't help but find his persistence charming.

“I hate you.”

"yeah you hate me now, but you'll love me eventually," he says, tugging gently at a strand of your hair.

"when is eventually?" you ask.

"when we're married with 3 kids and a dog and a fish and a house on the lakeside," he explains.

"right..."

you turn your head, looking at the indents in his blindfold where his eyes are. you saw the way his hair stuck up in every which way, the white strands reflecting the dull overhead lights.

you always noticed the way his shoulders untensed when he was around you, and how his infinity always faltered.

The way he looked at you like he'd already made up his mind about you years ago, when you first made your way through the threshold of Jujutsu High.

That was the problem.

I mean, you said he was annoying, but you never said he was ugly. it's not that he wasn't the typical guy you would go for—because he was very much your type—you were just scared to be in a relationship with the life you live.

You didn't want to lose someone you cared so deeply about, and unfortunately for you, you dont think Gojo is going to let you go anytime soon.

you sigh, "...Fine. Seven."

His face lights up.

"perfect," he whispers.

megumi who always wakes up before you do. oh, and he also thinks you are the most beautiful person on earth.

you’re awaken from your sleep by a feather light touch against the line of your jaw; moving up and down from your cheekbone to your chin. up to your bottom lip and back done to your jaw. you lay with your eyes shut for a few minutes in complete silence just enjoying the touch of megumis thumb against your face.

after a while you blink open your eyes focusing your gaze on megumi next to you. his eyes are looking down at your lips you presumed because they were just below your eyes. you swallow and speak in a gentle whisper almost like it’s something forbidden, “what are you doing?”

megumi blinks once. then twice. the thrice. “nothing,” he pauses the motion of his finger before speaking, he glances up at your eyes and then back down at your lips before continuing.

you huff out a silent laugh as he strokes your jaw with the pad of his thumb. “i don’t think it’s nothing,” you let your eyes shut and begin to lean into his touch. after a moment you feel the brush of his lips against your jaw and then briefly over your lips, before he pulls away he whispering something against them:

“i’m looking at you.” his words are breathless like he had just ran a marathon, but at the same time they are calm and relaxed and just barely there, like he might disappear at any given moment.

you smile softly, “anything specific?” Heat makes its way into your face, and a funny feeling in your chest like a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering and amazing the human eye.

he looks into your eyes and there’s a strange look on his face, one you have not yet seen before. and you think i might just be love.

“no, just you.”

fluff

gojo’s fingers are stained with a faint trace of soot and grease, his expensive black silk shirt torn slightly at the shoulder where a stray bullet had grazed him an hour ago. he doesn’t seem to notice or care. he’s sitting on the edge of the polished mahogany desk in his private office, one long leg dangling off the side, watching you pace the floor.

​he wears his usual dark sunglasses instead of the heavy blindfold, the bright blue of his eyes visible beneath the rims.

​“you’re going to wear a hole in my rug, sweetheart,” he hums, his voice entirely too light for someone who just survived a coordinated ambush by a rival family.

​“ou could have died, satoru!” you snap, stopping right in front of him, your hands trembling as you glare up at his smug face. “you took off your vest. you promised me you wouldn’t do something stupid.”

​gojo’s smirk softens, the playful, dangerous mask completely dropping from his features. he reaches out, his massive hands catching you by the waist and pulling you firmly between his knees. the heat radiating off his body is sudden and overwhelming. he tilts his head down, his dark glasses sliding down his nose so he can look directly into your eyes with an intense, fierce gravity.

​“i took it off because it was slowing me down,” he whispers, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that vibrates straight against your chest. his thumb brushes a stray tear from your cheek with an achingly slow, careful pressure. “the only thing that scares me in this city is the thought of someone getting past me to get to you. i’m the strongest man in the underground, my love. but the second you cry? i feel like i’m losing the whole world.”

a/n: everyone i write are losers in love, how i love simps ;(

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060226 ⋆˚꩜｡𓂃 parfum d’étoiles, ichiko aoba.

initially, you refuse to admit it, though your fascination slips past the aisle of your thoughts and starts to form in the rhythmic way you tread your fingers through his golden hair, eventually conceding as you comment. “your hair is so soft.”

tsukishima kei hums, eyes shut as he lay on your chest, feeling his scalp being massaged gently as you untangle the tensions.

“you sleepy?”

“yeah. sorry.”

“don’t be, get some rest.” you say, eliciting a yawn from him.

“is it normal to feel sleepy around your partner?”

“i guess so, heard they can regulate your nervous system or something.”

“you stress me out sometimes.”

you raise a brow, pausing your ministrations, eager to tease and be teased. “okay, and?"

“you love to ragebait me.”

“so do you?”

you see the wrinkling of his brow first before the purse of his lips, almost as if he's pouting. "it's not my fault, you're too easy anyway. and who said you could stop?"

you hum this time, fingers stayed put. "stop what?"

with his eyes closed and a scoff, his expression twists even more into something close to hesitation, "i see you, wipe that grin off your face."

"dunno what you're talking about, darling."

you like to think he's refusing to admit to the fact that he likes being teased by you—no, you're certain. you know him just as much.

long and sluggish arms snuggle your figure, he kicks off the blanket from his waist to reveal the expanse of his broad chest and exposing his calf down, only wearing boxers while the rain pours with intermittent strength. he mumbles against your chest, lips kissing the midline of your torso where the sternum protrudes, you feel his body sharing warmth, engulfing you whole.

then, he mutters, "please."

"please, what?"

he lifts his head to look at you, glasses left aside on your nightstand. his eyes are mellowed out so much you can't take his annoying expression seriously, holding your stare for a short minute, before succumbing to his fate, a subject to your whims. "please massage my hair like that."

"wasn't so hard now, was it?"

he can only dignify with a low groan. sighing when you finally continue to stroke his hair. "thank you."

"don't mention it."

you know you could stay like this forever, even when your blanket is strewn on the floor, or his weight on top of you, or how he becomes softer against the steady pulse of the rain. you wouldn't trade it for the world.

megumi x reader, aftermath of an argument

Warm streaks of sunlight warm your skin, filtering in through the windows of your dorm. You pull the blanket tighter around yourself, curled up on the bed with your cheek smushed against a pillow. You hate to admit it – but you miss Megumi already.

It had only been a day. You could probably go longer than him without breaking first, right? You weren’t that pathetic, or so you thought.

But maybe it wouldn’t even be that big of a deal, to just suck it up and apologise. 

It was a stupid fight anyway, built on a flimsy premise yet turning into something pressing enough to argue about. You forgot to text Megumi that you were out late, he got pissed off and worried about you – and what started out as a lecture ended with you storming out and him refusing to say another word. 

It happened late last night, snowballing into today. Neither of you even glanced at each other: through training, meals, even during a mission. You knew he was stubborn, and you were more than capable of reciprocating. You just didn’t expect aching sadness to accompany the anger.

Something blue twisted beneath your ribs at the thought of Megumi. It was almost embarrassing, the way you missed everything about him: his bratty glare, gentle kisses, how his soft hair flopped back down after you ran your hands through it. You’d do anything to feel him again.

You were kind of sorry for making him worry, all that was left was to go up to him and say it. You hated having to cave first, especially because you earnestly felt that you deserved an apology too – but somebody had to do it, you supposed. Sucking up your pride might be better than this relentless need.

Willing yourself out of bed, you slip on a hoodie and sneakers, haphazardly tying the laces as you hop to the door. You try to imagine how it would go: you go over to his dorm, apologise profusely, and then he begs for forgiveness too and laments about how much he missed you, right?

Wrong.

You open the door only to be met face-to-face with none other than Megumi – hair slightly ruffled, like he’d just been pulling at it. Downturned eyes more tired than usual when they finally lock onto yours.

You blink, surprised. He’d come over here to do the exact same thing, you realise, just with a little bit more thought put into it. A bouquet of your favourite flowers, clumsily wrapped, is clutched tightly in his hand. You feel your heart stir a little.

Megumi exhales, looking you over. He’s stoic as ever, but you swear you see a flicker of something else in his eyes. His gaze trails back up to yours. 

“Are you gonna say anything?” He murmurs quietly.

You scrunch up your nose. “Me? Nope,” you huff, turning your face away and pretending like you weren’t about to go over and beg for his mercy. “You’re the one who came over here, you say something.”

“I don’t really want to.”

“Fine then, just leave.”

He says nothing.

Moments later, you hear his soft sigh – relenting and affectionate and all you needed to hear.

Megumi reaches out to take your chin, firm but gentle as he tries to tilt your face towards him. Brat, you think, refusing to budge.

He tuts. “Don’t be difficult. Look at me.”

“You haven’t even apologised yet,” you grumble, deciding to toy with him just a little bit more.

“I was going to apologise with a kiss,” he murmurs, tilting his head. “But if you don’t want it…”

You turn to face him with breakneck speed, body tingling with anticipation. Hours of no affection were driving you insane, and Megumi knew that. You look up at him with wide eyes, and his lips twitch with amusement. “Is that all you need?”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” you mutter, trying to sound casual.

He’s evil, but not that evil. Megumi obliges, leaning in to kiss you.

It’s exactly how you remembered, exactly how it was yesterday and all the days before it. Sweet, soothing, with a hint of urgency in the way his hand curls around your neck. There’s a quiet desperation in how he’s holding you too, regretful and guilty and sorry, though he’d never say it out loud.

Apology accepted, you think, as you melt into him.

You finally pull away for air, and Megumi can’t resist an extra peck to the side of your lips before straightening up. You giggle, lax in his arms as you idly play with the petals of the flowers.

Your contentment is disrupted when he opens his mouth to speak, lips slightly upturned.

“You were going to come over to apologise, weren’t you?”

You tilt your chin up defiantly, eyes blazing again. “Of course not, why would you even think that? I would never.”

“Liar.”

megumi fushiguro x specialgrade!reader headcannons

boyfriend!megumi who doesn’t say it aloud but is hyper-aware of the gap between you. you’re well known in the jujutsu world, and he’s still climbing. it pushes him to train harder, spending long hours perfecting his technique. and it shows too, he has more scars and wounds than before. you don’t say anything, knowing it’s a sensitive topic boyfriend!megumi who begs you to train him. you warn him it’s not a good idea but he begs you to anyway. he wants to be able to keep up with you. he doesn’t want to be left behind.

boyfriend!megumi who absolutely hates the higher ups. they don’t see you as a human being, just as a weapon of mass destruction. if they talk about you like you’re some tool, his mood immediately tanks. he gets curt, colder than usual. boyfriend!megumi who patches you up in the middle of the night when you get back from missions. “you should be more careful.” he scolds you. he can never sleep when you’re out late exorcising curses. but every time he pulls you into a hug and smells your hair, grateful you’re still alive. boyfriend!megumi who stays up at night wondering what would happen if you died doing something no one else could survive, and he’ll be left behind. he couldn’t imagine a world without you by his side. it was too painful to envision. boyfriend!megumi who’s afraid he’s holding you back. he’s a grade 2 sorcerer and is still learning as he goes. he hopes he isn’t a burden to you, afraid of stopping you from reaching your true potential boyfriend!megumi who memorizes the stories people tell about you. not the flashy headlines but the small details. the mission where you stayed behind so everyone else could escape, the time you went back for a civilian. he holds them close, equal parts proud and terrified. boyfriend!megumi who watches you fight with that tight look on his face. he trusts you, he does, but seeing the way you throw yourself into danger makes something ugly twist in his chest. boyfriend!megumi who gets quiet whenever you talk about future promotions or overseas requests. he’ll nod, say that’s good, that you deserve it. later that night he trains until his hands shake. boyfriend!megumi who tries to hide how relieved he is when you cancel plans to stay in with him instead of taking extra work. he doesn’t want to be selfish, but he wants you safe more than he wants to be noble. boyfriend!megumi who learns your limits even when you pretend you don’t have any. the slight delay in your step, the way your voice gets flatter when you’re exhausted. he notices every time. boyfriend!megumi who thinks about the day you might be sent somewhere he can’t follow. he tells himself he’d accept it, because you’re needed. the thought still keeps him awake. boyfriend!megumi who never asks you to be less strong. he just wants to be strong enough to stand beside you.

megumi x reader. AYYY MORE FLUFF. megumi is so quiet that reader thinks they're annoying him.

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megumi barely talked, always listened. only held your hand silently. somehow never stopped having a headache when he was near you. it was like he was.. embarrassed of you? or rather, irritated at you?

it was weird. all of your past relationships were with very loud guys who wouldn't shut up and would talk all over you if you let them. but megumi was just.. quiet.

was it you or was it him? you, who was annoying, or him, who just didn't talk much?

you loved him, you really did, but the lack of talking from his side was frustrating. you wanted someone who could just pour out their heart to you. but it was like megumi had walls that you just never got close to breaking.

sitting on the bench, hand in hand as you admired the beautiful sakura trees in front of you (while megumi admired you, cause you're his best view). you opened your mouth to speak, only for the words to die in your throat as you closed your mouth again. but you finally worked up the courage to speak up.

"megumi, do I annoy you?" you asked, a mix of concern and frustration in your voice as you turned your face to look at megumi.

he frantically shook his head. you? annoying? no fucking away. "no, of course not. why would you even think that?"

you gave him a simple shrug as a sigh escaped your mouth. "I don't know, you just.. don't talk much, and it's always like you're slightly irritated at me for something."

megumi looked dumfounded. he never knew you felt that way. "I could never get annoyed at you, darling. I love how much you speak. I could listen to you for decades and never get tired."

that was more than enough reassurance for you, and megumi could tell from the soft smile on your face. it made his heart flutter a little.

he finally pulled you in closer, hugging you and stealing a kiss as you giggled.

No, he wouldn’t ever say it out loud, but you knew without any words. And he knew you knew. But it was his comfort. His grounding when the world got too loud.

It had started after a difficult mission, leaving the two of you wounded. To be honest, your boyfriend was more concerned about your injuries than his own, despite the gash on his torso. You were both instructed to sleep in your own dorms, separately. But Megumi’s worry seeped in the more time he tossed and turned in his bed. He couldn’t rest, not like this.. so while wincing, he had hobbled towards your dorm which was inconveniently on the other side of the dorm hallway.

You weren’t sleeping either, restless from the pain and waiting for the painkillers that Shoko begrudgingly gave you. You heard Megumi’s signature knock. Four knocks. You counted them, out of instinct and he opened the door. You stirred in bed, while you watched your boyfriend with his hair all messy close the door behind you. When he laid eyes on you, his own widened as he rushed to the best he could towards your bed.

He cradled your face, patched in bandages and punctured with fight marks. “Are you okay?” He asked, voice disguised as low, but you could hear the teenage boy in him worry.

“Shoko said your injuries were pretty bad, does it hurt?”

“Gumi’..”

he looked around where your sleep shirt hung low on your collarbone and was scratched roughly. “I shouldn’t have split up with you, this is my fault.” He was spiralling, and Megumi Fushiguro never spiralled. “Baby-“ “fuck, I’m so sorry, I wish you didn’t get hurt..”

“hey it’s-“

“it isn’t okay. I should’ve taken left and you took right, so you wouldn’t get that hurt-“ “Megumi!” He stopped his slow yet frantic inspection before peering up to your eyes with those emeralds. You softly smiled. He was so worried about you, that it hurt. You brought your hands to his face, and he relaxed into your touch, slightly nuzzling it to find comfort before you lowered his face into your chest. He obliged, letting a hum out.

You guided him until his ear rested where your heart resided. “Hear that?” Megumi listened to your heartbeat. Slow, like the calm ocean after thrashing waves. He inhaled your scent, and exhaled with all his might, almost shaky. “See, I’m okay. My heart’s still beating.” You whispered to him like he was a little kid.

Even when your hands moved under his shirt to rub his back, and to stroke his soft hair, he stayed. “It wasn’t your fault, gumi. And you would’ve gotten hurt regardless. I just lost focus for a moment.

Megumi’s arms wrapped around your torso as you laid back down. His eyes were finally drooping as the lull of your slow breaths and heart pulsing soothed him. And so that was how he found comfort.

Even when  it was just a hard day, would he sneak into your room, and place the side of his head on its rightful place; your chest. He would match your breathing to be in sync, while his heart played the same melody of one another’s. Everything was going so fast, but these silent moments at midnight would just stop time. Just him curled into you, to hear your heart pulsing a story.

Especially on rainy days, when thunder echos while the water droplets tapped on the window. That was his safe haven, and his way of staying sane.

How he wished to hear that heartbeat one last time.

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break time

happy birthday ying @yinyqngg!! cw: megumi x reader, coffee shop au, i don't know coffee or cafes so it may be inaccurate.

working at the small cafe near where you lived was supposed to be fun, you told yourself. interesting. calming. to finally check off something on your bucket list.

and it certainly helped that you were "secretly" dating the prettiest boy you've ever laid your eyes on. black, spiky hair. eyes that lit up your dreams. hands that maneuvered the coffee machine with so much skill. and not to mention, he looks super cute in the uniform apron.

life felt like a dream for some time. working a relaxing job, funny and entertaining coworkers (you would never get tired of yuji and nobara's antics), getting to name one of the coffee machines (you named it nana after one of your favorite shows) and dating a man that seemed too good to be true.

until some influencer visited your cafe, and it instantly blew up online.

you weren't mad at the fact that this cozy corner of your life suddenly wasn't as "unknown" as you liked it to be. you were happy that this place had finally gotten the recognition it deserved—except, it was way too overwhelming for you.

there seemed to be coffee everywhere. more and more people kept on filling the small space, adding onto the temperature of the room that the air conditioner couldn't fight back. the bell at the door kept on jingling every three seconds. your shoes were sticking on the floor, your back was covered in sweat, and you had just ran out of whipped cream.

looking around, no one seemed to be doing any better. yuji spilled something on the floor and nobara looked like she was going to yell at him but decided against it, not wanting to make a scene in front of the new customers. gojo was in the back, laughing at the scene. useless manager. megumi ran around place to place like you, preparing orders at a pace that didn't seem real. you could see the beads of sweat on his face—concentration was a good look on him.

you shake your head, refusing to get sidetracked. you plop down two drinks at the pick up counter, shout out a number, and hurry along to the next one.

and on your nth "sorry, we ran out," to the latest customer, you decide that you deserve a break. slipping into the back room, you breathe in a huge breath of powdered sugar flavored air.

not even a moment later, the door opens again and megumi walks in, finding you.

"knew i'd find you in here."

you laugh, pulling him in for a soft peck on his lips before he leans on the wall next to you, also as exhausted as you were.

"i seriously can't take rush hour anymore.. they need to set a limit somewhere…" you say, filling up the empty space. "but i guess the feeling after the rush is good."

he agrees. "i just want something quiet. gojo needs to actually start managing."

you laugh again, and megumi smiles at the sound. there was no feeling that was better than the satisfaction of making you laugh.

he kisses you again. you can't help but think he smells like his signature black coffee.

suddenly, you hear a machine beeping from the outside, and yuji groaning—a sign that couldn't possibly mean anything good.

he rushes inside the back, catching you and megumi. "(name)! nana won't stop beeping and—oh my god." he fake gags at you and megumi, "i'm gonna get gojo on you two at this point!"

you shush him and follow him outside, megumi trailing behind. "how about you just show me how nana is beeping? did you forget to empty the drip tray?"

yuji pales. "oh."

you fix his mistake, scolding yuji, and finally, the customers start filing in at a much more slower, manageable pace. just like that, it's over.

as you begin packing up and closing up shop for the day, megumi nudges you. "you were right. i guess the feeling after rush is nice."

he hands you a cup—your favorite coffee order, catered just to your taste. your eyes light up.

"thank you megs!" you exclaim, immediately taking a sip. he watches you greedily gulp down a quarter of it in one go, setting it down and wiping your mouth.

and he kisses you once more, taking your lips by surprise. it was longer, and infinitely gentler than everything else. it told you that you had all the time in the world. it told you that he'd always be there for you, silently holding your hand through it all.

when he lets go, he licks his lips.

"looks like that order will forever taste like you."

a/n: happy birthday ying!!! it's been a wonderful year getting to know you and you've been such an amazing presence inside my tumblr journey :3 ilysm so does megumi chan ehe. my finger is jammed so i wrote this in pure pain

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