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Warnings Gender neutral, super cute fluff, Yuta being obsessed, ageup!, mentions of substances, not proof read
A/N Crush headcanons are my absolute FAVVVVVVVVVV anytime i enter a a fandom space its the first thing I hunt for. Of course being my favorite these are longggg and don't be surprised if I make another post in a few months with more that i have brainstormed.
When he first saw you he thought you were good looking but didn't think too much of it. He’s the type of guy who has to get to know you before he can form romantic feelings. But once he gets to know you well he is officially down bad but doesn’t realize it himself at first.
He gets teased by his friends because he’s “obsessed” with you but he denies it and brushes off the jokes. That is until one day when you two are hanging out alone and you are telling him about something but his brain can’t make sense of the words leaving your mouth. He then realizes his heart is beating fast and have you always had this glow around you? Then it hits him “Oh god. I do like them”. This is the one time he’d abruptly make an excuse to go be by himself for a bit because he needs some time to think over this newfound development.
He’s always near you. If you two are in a room he's standing close to you. If you are going out with friends he stays by your side the most, if you go out to eat with a group he's racing to get a seat next to you but trying not to make it obvious. He just really enjoys being close to you and he does it both on purpose and subconsciously.
He will talk everyone’s ear off about you. It seems you are constantly on his mind and trust me EVERYONE knows. “Yesterday Y/N did the funniest thing-” depending on who it is they will sigh or giggle as he rambles about you over and over again. They might even warn one another “Okkotsu is extra lovesick today he’s been rambling about Y/N nonstop”
He will gladly accompany you to “boring” hangouts. Yes he is indeed having the time of his life in the doctor’s office with you. He’ll look over your shoulder as you fill out paperwork and he is mentally noting down your blood type or what medication you are allergic to. He doesn’t care much for the mall but he loves it when you come out of the dressing room and ask for his opinion on what you’ve tried on. He gets redder and redder as you continue to go in and come out with something else on. “Yuta, are you sure you want to come? I feel so bad it must be so boring for you” Trust me that man is on cloud nine at the doctor and sitting in an uncomfortable mall chair as you try on your stuff. There's nowhere else he’d rather be.
He would 100% make a playlist of songs that make him think of you. He’d even burn the playlist into a CD and gift it to you once he builds the courage. He’s so sweet and thoughtful he includes a list of the songs and artist and a tiny selfmade pamphlet on why each song is on there.
“The night after you and I watched Hail Mary we had really good deep conversations while you played music in the background. We told each other things we have never told other people and I remember this song playing in the comfortable silence between"
He’d also bring you snacks or share his snacks with you. He’s a big back 100% but most wouldn't guess because he’s constantly burning so many calories. He will break off pieces of his food for you to try. If it’s a bowl or soup of some kind he will load up a bite on a spoon with a bit of everything for you to try. If he sees a new restaurant or some place is coming out with a limited edition food item you’re the first person he’s asking to come try it with him.
He’s the type to write your name with his last name on a piece of paper to see how and looks and whisper it to himself then get really embarrassed he did such a juvenile thing and throw the paper in this trash can and stage other trash on top of it so no one sees
At one point he accidentally says “I love you” at the end of a phone call and freaks out but when you say it back and hang up he freaks out even more. He immediately tells Inumaki and Panda and they overanalyze the whole situation.
“Did Y/N say it like ‘I love you :)’ or ‘I love you ;)~’ or maybe even ‘I love you :/’ ?”
“Thankfully not like the last one. Say the first two over and over again while I replay it in my head”
“ I love you :) I love you ;)~ I love you :) I love-”
Yeahhh they are idiots
He’s too nervous to do anything too boldly flirtatious but he showers you with compliments while his face heats up. He will also do fleeting touches such as his hand brushes over yours while reaching for something. When he’s drunk or high that's a bit different.. He doesn’t realize he’s doing it while inebriated but if you are sitting close to one another he will put his arm around you and if you are walking somewhere together he will grab at your hand or wrist.
Yuta is a shy flustered mess 99% of the time. Don't get me wrong but remember that smirk of confidence on his face in his fight with Ryu when he said “Just this once”? You see that Yuta as well just way less often so bask in that rare 1% when it happens. He’ll try to show off in front of you while training or fighting. Even lift the bottom of his shirt the wipe the sweat off of his forehead with the ulterior motive of showing off his body to you. If he catches you he’ll have a smirk on his face before the realization that you were checking him out truly hits him and he’s back to being red and messing up instantly while starting to train again. The cocky Yuta is fleeting but he has his appearances.
He wishes for you on every star, dandelion, wishing well and candle he encounters
He is your number one defender regardless if you are around or not. If he hears someone talking badly about you behind your back he will stand up for you even though you are not there to even know that it even happened. If someone is being rude to you to your face or just being creepy to you he will be standing directly in front of you in an instant and will change from the sweet Yuta you know to the special grade who earned that spot not once but twice. Safe to say no one really messes with you because they learn the first time not to do it again.
The little creep would ask for you to join his life360 to “make sure you are safe” but it’s mostly because he’s nosy and wants to see where you are at. He will send you alerts to charge your phone if it’s low and if he sees you at a food place you'll get a text like “Hey I see you are at a sushi place can you please get me a roll? Ill pay you back!”
At one point he will take you to a horror movie or a haunted house hoping that you will be scared and grab onto him and he can pull some “don’t worry I’m right here i won’t let anything hurt you” bs. If it’s a success and you grab onto him he’ll lean closer to you and be more touchy, maybe grabbing your hand or putting his hand over yours. If it’s a fail because you don’t scare easily he’ll be upset and may even pretend that he is the scared one so you comfort him and he can grab your hand. He’s not letting his chance of having a non creepy excuse to touch you fly away.
At fairs he will try to win stuffed animals for you and he has two motives behind this. 1. He gets to show off in front of you and hopefully impress you. 2. You get a stuffed animal he has won for you and the thought of you cuddling something he gave you at night gives him heart palpitations. If you and the others ever have a big group sleepover and he sees that you brought the stuffie he gave you to it he will be so giddy.
At night before he goes to sleep he thinks of every interaction the two of you had and he kicks his feet in excitement.
He eventually tries to write a confession letter and ends up with 100+ letters in the trash til he writes the perfect one but instead he ends up telling you his feeling in the heat of the moment and it’s so straight from the heart and more romantic than anything he would have ever written.
In conclusion he is the most down bad man to ever be down bad
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[ SYNOPSIS ] — yuuta really wants you to help him exercise :( w.c: 1.4k
[ PAIRING ] — okkotsu yuuta x reader
[ TAGS ] — gn!reader, pure fluff, established relationship, sorcerer au or not (you pick), yuuta and reader are so very cute.
[ A/N ] — I MISS MY BABY SO BAD 🥹 i tried sth new w the layout but it's so ass and I'm too lazy to change it. I wrote this today while doing my internship so it's not proofread AT ALL.
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The afternoon light slants through the gym windows, golden and slow, painting long rectangles of warmth across the padded floor. The air smells faintly of clean sweat and the lavender spray you’d used to wipe down the mats earlier. It’s quiet, save for the soft rhythm of Yuuta’s breathing and the occasional thump of his back meeting the ground.
He’d come to you twenty minutes ago, all fidgeting hands and averted eyes, and asked—so quietly you barely caught it—if maybe you’d sit with him while he exercised. “It’s just... it’s more fun when you’re here,” he’d mumbled, the tips of his ears turning red. “I’ll work harder. I promise.” And then, after a pause so fragile it could have shattered, “Maybe... maybe I could get a reward? For each one?”
You’d raised an eyebrow, already smiling. “What kind of reward?”
Yuuta had looked at the floor, then at the ceiling, then finally—bravely—at your lips. “A kiss? Please?”
So now here you are, stationed at his feet, counting kisses under your breath and watching him fall apart in the sweetest way possible.
His back hits the mat again with a breathless little oof. His chest rises and falls beneath his soaked shirt, the fabric clinging to the lean lines of his body. Dark strands of hair are plastered to his forehead, and a pink flush spills from his cheeks all the way down his neck, disappearing beneath his collar. His arms lie limp at his sides, trembling faintly, and his legs feel like jelly under your gentle hold. But the moment his glassy eyes find your face, he smiles. Soft. Hopeful. Almost unbearably shy.
“Again?” you ask, already knowing the answer.
He swallows, throat bobbing. His voice comes out a little wrecked, a little pleading. “Please. One more. Just one more.”
You’ve lost count of how many times he’s said that. Every time you think it’s the last, he looks up at you with those impossibly tender puppy eyes and asks—never demands, always asks—and you are left helpless to refuse.
“Alright,” you murmur, giving his ankle an encouraging squeeze. “But this really is the last one, okay? You’re shaking.”
“I’m not,” he protests weakly, even as his stomach muscles visibly quiver.
“You are.”
“Then it’s... it’s happy shaking. Excited shaking.” His lips twitch into a sheepish grin. “Because I get another kiss.”
Your heart performs a pirouette in your chest.
Yuuta curls upward again, a strained groan escaping his lips. His abdominal muscles contract visibly beneath his shirt, and his face scrunches with the effort—but as he draws closer, his expression transforms. The furrow between his brows softens. His lashes flutter. His lips part ever so slightly, forming that unconscious little pout he always makes when he’s waiting for affection.
You lean in and press your lips to his. It’s soft and fleeting, a gentle brush that tastes of salt and the strawberry chapstick you’d smoothed over his mouth a little while ago. He exhales a shaky sigh into the kiss, a sound of such contentment that it wraps around your heart and squeezes.
He drops back down, limbs sprawling out like a starfish. His grin stretches so wide it bunches his cheeks, and his eyes stay closed, savoring the ghost of your lips.
“That was twenty-four,” you tell him, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
Yuuta’s eyes flutter open. He blinks at the ceiling, dazed and dreamy. “Twenty-four,” he repeats, as though tasting the number. Then, quieter, almost reverent, “Twenty-four kisses.”
There’s a long pause. His fingers drum absently against the mat. You watch the gears turn in his head, watch the way his bottom lip tucks itself between his teeth, watch the fresh bloom of pink spread across his cheekbones.
“So...” he starts, voice going all tentative and hopeful, the way it does when he’s about to ask for something he desperately wants but feels shy about wanting. “Technically... twenty-four isn’t a round number.” He peeks up at you from beneath his lashes. “Twenty-five is a round number. Sort of. It ends in five. That’s satisfying.”
“You said one more,” you remind him, though your smile completely undermines any pretense of sternness.
“I know what I said,” he admits, suddenly fascinated by a loose thread on the mat. He picks at it, avoiding your gaze. “But I’m saying something different now. I’m saying... please?” He lifts his eyes, wide and beseeching, and there’s a faint wobble to his lower lip that he is absolutely not doing on purpose. Yuuta could never be manipulative on purpose. (Or so you think) “Please, angel? One more kiss? Just one? I’ll be so good.”
You laugh, a breathless and giddy sound that makes poor Yuuta so so hopeful. “You’re already good, Yuuta.”
He shakes his head, flustered but persistent. “Then one more because I asked nicely? I did say please. I’ll say it again if you want: Please. Please, please, please, please—”
“Okay, okay!” You’re laughing fully now, and he’s grinning up at you like you just handed him the moon. “One more. But after this, you are resting. Actual resting. On the couch. With water.”
“And you?” he asks quickly. “Will you be on the couch too?”
“Obviously.”
His whole face softens. “Okay.”
He settles back into starting position, chest still heaving, muscles still trembling, but that tiny determined furrow between his brows is back. He takes a breath. Curls upward. The movement is slower than all the ones before, a true labor of love, his body screaming for rest but his heart screaming louder for one more kiss.
And when he rises, you meet him halfway.
This kiss is longer. You let your lips rest against his, let the warmth bloom between you, let yourself feel the way his mouth curves into a smile against your own. He exhales through his nose, a soft and shuddering sound, like you’ve just given him something precious.
Then his hands move.
They slip from his sides to your calves, fingers curling gently around them. Warm even through your leggings. You barely have time to gasp before they slide higher, skimming your knees, then your waist, then settling at the small of your back. He tugs—not hard, never hard, just insistent enough to coax you forward. And you go, helplessly, tumbling onto his chest with a startled squeak.
His back meets the mat. Your heart meets his.
“There,” Yuuta breathes, voice a little wobbly, a little triumphant. His arms wrap around you, locking you against him as though you might dissolve into the golden afternoon light if he doesn’t hold tight enough. His chin tucks over your shoulder, and you feel his smile against your temple. “Now I don’t have to stop kissing you. Now I can just... have you whenever I want.”
“Yuuta...” you murmur into the curve of his neck, your own smile pressed against his heated skin.
“Mhm.” He tilts your chin up with one gentle finger and presses his lips to yours again. Slow this time. Languid and sweet, like he has all the time in the world and intends to spend every second of it kissing you. His lips move with aching gentleness, and his fingers trace aimless little patterns on your spine—circles and swirls and what might be tiny hearts. You can feel his heartbeat hammering beneath your palm, fast and flustered.
When you finally break apart, you’re both giggling, noses bumping, breath mingling in the small space between you. His cheeks are flushed a brilliant pink, his hair is a mess, and his eyes hold so much adoration it makes you want him even more than you already do.
“Twenty-five,” he whispers, counting it like it’s the most precious number in the universe. His thumb strokes along your spine. A pause. His voice goes impossibly soft. “...Can I have twenty-six?”
“Yuuta!”
He laughs—a real laugh, bright and breathless—and pulls you even closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Okay, okay,” he relents, his voice honey-warm and content. “ I'm tired though..I don't wanna do more sit-ups. I just want you here.”
His arms tighten around you. His breath slows. The golden light shifts across the floor, and outside, a bird sings.
“I love you,” he murmurs into your skin, so quietly you almost miss it. “So much. More than twenty-five kisses.”
You press a kiss to the top of his head, right where his hair is softest. “I love you too. More than twenty-six kisses!”
He giggles, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. “That’s not fair. I said it first.”
“Then I’ll say it more.”
His arms tighten. His smile presses into your shoulder. And the two of you stay there, tangled together on the gym mat, wrapped in warmth and love and the fading scent of strawberry chapstick, while the afternoon stretches on.
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contents: fluff, male reader, kissing, established relationship, short drabble
yuta okkotsu was honestly the sweetest boy you'd ever met. he was soft spoken but his love for you was overwhelming, louder than anything he'd ever felt before.
safe was the best way to describe how you felt with yuta. he was protective of you, even from the first day you'd met.
all he'd ever wanted was someone he could keep safe. someone who would need him, and make him feel okay for existing.
especially after coming out, yuta needed to know it was okay to exist. meeting you felt comfortable, something missing had clicked into place. he knew he wanted to keep you in his life forever.
deep down he knew that you didn't need his protection, you were strong on your own, but that didn't stop him.
you let yourself rely on his strength. not just while fighting curses, but in life as well.
yuta never let you fall asleep without his arms wrapped around you. it was his favorite part of the night. even the worlds softest blanket and nicest mattress would never come close to the amount of comfort sleeping beside you gave him.
you knew nothing would ever hurt you as long as you had him.
however, something did nag at you. it had been several months and he'd yet to kiss you. of course he kissed your cheeks, forehead, and the back of your hand, but that wasn't what you wanted.
you desired nothing more than to feel his soft lips against yours.
today was a day just like any other. yuta had taken you out for dinner, and now you were sitting on the couch watching a crappy tv show. it was the type of show that was so bad you had to laugh at it.
yuta straightened up, stretching his arms while he yawned, "are you ready to head to bed? i'm getting tired." the exhaustion was evident on his face, but a soft smile remained despite that.
you nodded before leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.
yuta felt heat creep into his face as his cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. he still felt sheepish when you were affectionate with him. it was mostly due to disbelief that this was real. he never imagined being in a relationship and feeling loved the way he did right now.
after changing into pajamas you sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for yuta to join you.
when he entered the room he'd already finished getting ready for bed. he sat next to you and gave you a worried expression, "are you okay?" he nearly called you sweetheart, but he was tentative on pet names, not wanting to cross any boundaries.
you met his eyes and whispered, "yuta... do you want to kiss me? it's been months... it's okay if you don't. i just, i want to know."
yuta frowned and immediately reached for you, pulling you into a hug, "no no no, i never meant for you to think that! i want to kiss you! i think about it all the time. i just didn't want to overstep or make you feel disrespected is all." he rushed his explanation, tripping over his words. it was adorable, really.
your heart warmed while he spoke. you should've known it was something like this. yuta was always trying to be the most respectful man he could. hurting you was genuinely his worst fear.
you placed your hand on his cheek, gently pushing him to face you.
his hand drifted down to the small of your back and he leaned in close to you, close enough to feel his breath against your mouth.
butterflies erupted in your stomach. you were so nervous, but excited at the same time.
removing the hand from your back, yuta cupped your face with both his hands and gently pressed his lips to yours.
it was a quick peck, but you both pulled back giggling.
"can we... again?" yuta asked, his voice low.
this time you closed the gap, brushing your lips against his. both of you were nervous, softly touching each other. every movement felt unsure but simultaneously correct.
the cycle continued, short kisses, interrupted with giggles and whispers of admiration.
yuta nervously whispered, "i love you..." and quickly pressed his lips to yours again.
pulling back you responded, "i love you too, yuta."
he pulled you into another hug, but this time laid down and held you against his chest.
his heart was beating rapidly, and you couldn't see the grin on his face right now. he was absolutely giddy.
"if i wasn't already gay before, i definitely am now!" he laughed, feeling stupid for his comment.
"me too." you agreed.
yuta pressed a kiss to your forehead, "my sweet boy." even though you were already drifting off to sleep you felt your heart skip a beat at his praise.
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disclaimer ⋆.˚ my works are purely fiction with all events occurring between 21+ consenting adults
right so since i'm a greedy WHORE i've been thinking about yuta and toge sharing you. and!! AND!! with yuta's copying technique... oh boy
i just imagine the three of you sitting at a bar, having a laugh and a few drinks. you've been best friends for a long time, and honestly, you're all lowkey down bad for each other but just haven't admitted it yet.
you slowly start dropping little hints to each other throughout the evening. not too much, though. the next time you three hangout, a few more secrets are spilled. and so on.
one night, the three of you are in your apartment, cuddled on the couch together and watching some stupid comedy film you chose at random. at some point, the scene changes into a threesome situation, and though its comical given the movie's theme, it had the three of you thinking...
and suddenly remembering your drunk confessions of wanting each other.
you're all staring at one another, not saying anything, just flickering your gaze over each others bodies. you suddenly recognize how sculpted both yuta and toge are. they can't decide whether they want to stare at you lips, chest, or thighs.
you fumble with the remote to turn off the tv as toge's lips close in on yours, tongue sliding heatedly into your mouth. he lets out a hum of satisfaction right before you feel yuta pulling at your waistband.
now, you're moaning uncontrollably, yuta's tongue slurping at your cunt so filthily, and toge's sucking and biting on your nipples desperately as his hands run all along your torso.
you don't even remember when you got there, but now you're in the bedroom, breaking the bed, toge fucking you into oblivion whilst yuta fucks your mouth with his cock. he's whimpering, one hand grabbing the sheets, the other grips your hair.
your eyes are watering, body feeling so overwhelmingingly full and overstimulated that you're about to lose it.
"fuck, i-"
"don't come."
toge's voice is sharp and demanding. your body freezes, your orgasm leaving you in an instant- but it still feels like you're about to break.
he looks at yuta, watching how you take his cock so well, smirking as he then stares you dead in the eyes and directs his commanding whispers towards yuta, "fill her mouth."
yuta growls, spilling his seed down your throat, your eyes rolling as you take all of him proudly.
toge's still moving in and out of you with no intention of stopping, hands gripping your waist as he slams into your warm walls.
yuta shudders, slowly pulling himself out of you with a wicked grin, leaning down to kiss you hard and wet on the mouth before sitting back on his knees to watch you and toge.
his arms are crossed, face smug, parting his lips to speak. you gaze at him, eyes glassy as your body shifts along the bed from toge's ardent thrusts. you notice the cursed speech marks appearing on yuta's cheeks.
oh, fuck.
he licks his lips, watching you intensely, "come," he says, low and raspy.
your throat breaks, but before you can push over the edge, toge speaks again.
"stop."
you cry, body begging for release, eyes rolling, shaking violently as if you actually had come when you hadn't yet.
"so, that's what we're doing?" yuta chuckles, smirking at toge.
toge smiles darkly, nodding in agreement.
"p-please," you whine, unsure if you can take anymore. you were so fucking close.
the two of them look at you, eyes lowered and plotting. "no," they say in unison.
so, as you can imagine, they continued their game of cat and mouse, telling you to come, then telling you to stop repeatedly until they felt like you'd suffered enough.
when they finally let you have it, your scream nearly shattered the bedroom window, throat croaking and body squirming so aggressively you almost fell onto the floor.
"come."
"again."
"come."
"again."
you have no idea how many orgams you had, you lost track. all you knew is that you were utterly destroyed by the end of it.
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ⓘ masterlist : previous : next chapter : after a fight with another student, [name] is forced to transfer to tokyo prefectural jujutsu high school—or just jujutsu high, because no one can be bothered to say the full name—to continue their education.
in order to graduate peacefully and not ruin their future job opportunities, [name] tries their best to behave and not cause any troubles again, but it's not that easy when everyone keeps dragging them into all their stupid plans that will inevitably end with them in detention . . .
NOTES : yes those are my turtles... + thanks for 900+ followers!! 900 little yverszlings..
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CHAPTER 2 : LET'S LARP !
2 in the morning was not the best time to be wide awake at. Especially not when your first actually day at your new school was only a few hours away and you had wanted to at least attempt to make a good impression on everyone.
if your goal of being nice and kind and caring, instead of beating someone up again for totally valid reasons (because why the fuck did you get expelled for protecting your friend) wouldn't work out, then you had wanted to at least look somewhat presentable.
right now, though, you could already see yourself in front of the class, looking half dead and obviously lacking sleep, while your nobara was snoring peacefully on the opposite side of the room.
8 AM
. . . yeah, it was so over.
you had introduced yourself in front of the class, yawning and rubbing your eyes as nobara and yuuji giggled quietly in the back of the room, before the teacher told you where to sit.
there was an empty seat next to megumi, who had not participated in trying to ragebait you via giggling, and you were grateful to be able to sit with someone you already knew.
the lesson mainly consistent of information for the upcoming school year, so you got the chance to zone out for most of it, naively relying on nobara to maybe at least listen to some of it.
you realised that maybe your hope in any of them shouldn't be as big after megumi had kicked after yuuji for the third time in two minutes—him and nobara sat in front of you—trying to get him to shut up and listen.
well. maybe at least megumi would be somewhat reliable if there wasn't a big yuuji shaped distraction.
you didn't even have the time to get startled by the ring of the bell, as yuuji and nobara already pulled you with them to get something to eat, megumi following quietly.
they were both listing spots near the school that they had to show you, occasionally interrupting themselves to introduce you to what seemed like every single person they saw, which you definitely couldn't keep track of anymore after a while.
there were two girls—nanako and himiko—that were apparently the daughters of one of your teachers; and then they had also introduced you to megumi's sister and some of the teachers.
you just nodded along most of the time, hoping that especially the teachers wouldn't start questioning you about your transfer, although you were sure most of them knew the reasons already.
the rest of the day was just as uneventful, although you really couldn't complain. if anything, you were grateful for it.
you made your way back to the dorms with nobara, saying goodbye to yuuji and megumi, whose rooms were on the other end of the hallway.
despite the lack of events, you were exhausted regardless and about to go to sleep, but you could see the screen of your phone light up out of the corner of your eyes and decided to check it before actually granting yourself some much deserved sleep.
you let out a small huff before checking the rest of your notifications, the name on your screen making your eyes widened in surprise.
ⓘ masterlist : previous : next chapter : after a fight with another student, [name] is forced to transfer to tokyo prefectural jujutsu high school—or just jujutsu high, because no one can be bothered to say the full name—to continue their education.
in order to graduate peacefully and not ruin their future job opportunities, [name] tries their best to behave and not cause any troubles again, but it's not that easy when everyone keeps dragging them into all their stupid plans that will inevitably end with them in detention . . .
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CHAPTER 1 : #WHATDATMEAN
you tried to open the door as quietly as possible, even if it wouldn't necessarily help to draw attention towards yourself while entering the door.
yuta had helped you a lot earlier, before leaving to find his friends that he had told you he hadn't seen in a long while.
you'd hesitantly made your way to the dorm that had been assigned to you, and now you were here, bags behind you and the door open in front of you.
"and who are you?"
there was a girl sitting on the bed on the left side of the room, combing her brown bob as she stared at you with an eyebrow raised.
her side of the room was already fully decorated, posters and plants scattered on the walls and shelves, most of it in different shades of pink along with white. It looked kind of cute.
"uh.... I'm [name]?", you said reluctantly, pulling your bags and suitcase into the room and closing the door behind you.
the girl pointed at you, eyes lighting up as she did so.
"oh my god, you're the new student! yuuji talked about you!", she exclaimed, suddenly sounding way more friendly than she had at first.
you had no idea who yuuji was and how he knew about you, but you just nodded along to her words, moving to slowly unpack your stuff.
nobara just kept talking, before eventually realising that you were unpacking and offering to help you.
nobara and you had, fortunately, quickly gotten along and the evening had ended with the two of you playing some games and talking a lot.
it had turned out that her friend, yuuji, had overheard some teachers talking about you coming to this school, which was how she had known about you. she'd even invited you to the group chat with her friends since you were all in the same class, and you let them follow your socials.
she'd even told you a bit about yuta, after you had mentioned having met him.
the evening had overall put your mind at ease a little bit, the worries about the new school almost forgotten as the two of you ate, talked and took pictures together.
