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🤖 — ZUSU • Do not come into my house if you don't know how to act

She/her ◦ 20's ◦ This is not a serious blog and I am not a serious person

🤖 — BLOG

There will be so much 'x reader' fanfic so please be prepared I tend to cycle through obsessions so there will be a variety on this blog, however, my forevers are as follows: ◦ Shouto Todoroki (this man will be everywhere) ◦ Kiyoomi Sakusa ◦ Suna Rintarou (unfortunately, tragically even) ◦ Megumi Fushiguro

🤖 — MASTERLIST

idk how tf to make this so it's ugly BNHA Haikyuu! Jujutsu Kaisen

I am new to tumblr so I have no idea how coherent or consistent any of my posts will be; do not expect anything of me

Bc it's running around in my mind after my Shouto ASMR post, and if I don't write this, it'll continue to go round and round and round ad nauseam forever. This will consist of random characters.

Shouto — Completely Unaffected

Does not understand ASMR and experiences absolutely nothing while watching. Is not relaxed by any of it, but I do think he finds the concept interesting. I think Shouto is creative in terms of problem solving (obviously), but I don't think he is creatively inclined in terms of anything artistic. So, I think he finds all the roleplay or conceptual videos very interesting, and I do think he likes to watch them simply to see what people come up with. I think he is genuinely very impressed by the ingenuity and resourcefulness he sees in a lot of the videos, even the ones that are clearly comedic or trolls. He will occasionally send you videos that contain sounds or visual triggers that he knows you like or that remind him of you in some way (like a nurse roleplay if you work in healthcare or a video that's themed around your favorite color). Will definitely watch/listen to ASMR with you anytime you like but be prepared for him to be locked the fuck in the entire time. You're not even sure if he blinks when he watches the videos.

Katsuki — Annoyed (are we surprised)

I think Katsuki is very sensitive to and/or particular about sounds, so I think ASMR is really grating to him. I do think that occasionally you'll find an accidental ASMR video that he doesn't mind, but he really needs something completely blank like white noise in order to be able to relax. Like even rain sounds or something similar is too distracting for him. It's because he has a massive stick up his ass, so it's hard for him to unwind. He'll side-eye you if you try to convince him to listen to it and will often bluntly refuse, but (surprisingly) won't make fun of you or give you shit for watching it on your own time, even if he thinks some of the videos he's seen in your watch history are weird as fuck.

Megumi — Hates It

I think Megumi has a vehement hatred for ASMR, not because he doesn't like the sounds, but because it's like the golden ticket to knocking him tf out immediately. It completely messes up his cool guy persona (no one is believing it Megumi; let it go), and so he will act like you've just asked him to boil his skin off if you ask him to watch it with you. I do think he listens to it on his own when he's having a bad day and just needs his brain to be quiet, but he'd rather die than admit it. You somehow rope him into listening to it with you once, and he falls asleep legit 5 minutes into the video. Like passed out completely, dead to the world. He threatens to kill you after he wakes up, but at least now you have blackmail material. Really likes the nail tapping sound, which you use against him by tapping on everything right next to his ear, and it always makes him mad bc he gets tingles every single time you do it lol

Yuuta — THE ASMR Connoisseur

This man has been an ASMR fan since before ASMR was even a part of the common lexicon. Back when people really thought you were some kind of fetish-having freak if you brought up the concept. He has a very specific tier list of ASMRtists and is subscribed to a shit ton of ASMR channels. Has his own playlists made to cater to his different moods to help him wind down when he's anxious, sick, suffering insomnia, or just to play in the background while he grocery shops or does chores. Honestly relieved that you brought up watching ASMR because he was harbouring a lot of anxiety about you randomly catching him watching it one day and thinking he was a weirdo. Unfortunately, Yuuta suffers a lot with chronic insomnia and anxiety (though the anxiety has gotten a lot better), which is how his ASMR habit first started and why it continues today. Loves to watch ASMR with you and nap. If you watch with his head in your lap, he will quite literally fall in love forever.

Tobio — 100% Neutral

He's heard about ASMR before from his teammates and seen it come across his feed, but he doesn't really watch it himself. I do think he actually likes the sounds, so if it does come across his feed, he will watch the entire video, but I don't think he really feels any sense of relaxation. I also don't think he gets any of the physical symptoms of ASMR, like the tingles or muscle relaxation, so for him, ASMR is just a collection of pleasant sounds, like listening to birds outside in the morning. Will watch the weird troll videos as well if they pop up and doesn't even question it. I do think he'll watch it with you any time you'd like, but he'll never seek it out for himself. He does fall asleep with you every time you watch it together, but that has more to do with the fact that he can fall asleep any time, anywhere rather than the sounds themselves. If he thinks you'll like the ASMR videos that come across his FYP, then he'll send them to you, but most of the time he just watches the video and scrolls past.

Kiyoomi — Likes it, Is Judgemental

Only to find him completely unaffected. He’s watching it dutifully, you’d expect nothing less, but he is clearly perplexed by the video and audio. He meets your gaze, lips tilting up at you in a soft smile that you recognize. He doesn’t want to tell you that he doesn’t get it. Shouto is always like this: so nonchalant about his own preferences that it can sometimes feel like you’re tormenting him just to get him to admit that he would, in fact, like to watch a different show than the one you’d picked out. It’s not that he’s ashamed of his preferences or embarrassed or shy, but rather that he cares so much more about the quality of your time than his own. Shouto loves when you love things, even if he doesn’t understand your affection for them, and he’s so unerringly kind that he’ll always default to your preferences on almost anything, especially things he deems casual or relatively unimportant, like what snacks are going to be present at movie night or whether the time you spend together is going to be preoccupied by ASMR videos that he, truthfully, couldn’t care less about.

His expression makes you bristle slightly on the inside, a bit embarrassed at the fact that you’re already sleepy while he’s furrowing his brow, trying to make sense of the soap cutting on the screen. You want him to get it, partially because you know it does look a little weird from an outside perspective to fall asleep to ASMR brain exam role play every night. But another part of you wants him to be able to engage in the relaxation, to feel the way the sounds push and pull at your brain and hum through your muscles as they release the day’s tension. Shouto deserves to relax, deserves to spend the rest of his life doing nothing that he doesn’t desire. So, you take his blasé attitude as a challenge, whining slightly at him as you insist you have better videos to show him. Shouto nods along, shifting closer to peer over your shoulder as you scroll through your playlist, his gaze burning a bit as you’re suddenly aware of how strange some of the titles might seem to someone who’s never encountered the genre before.

But Shouto says nothing. He doesn’t tease, doesn’t look put out or bored when you catch his expression out of the corner of your eye. He wants to understand, and you know he does. His willingness to look past the initial foreignness of the concept just to enjoy something alongside you both warms your heart and makes you more determined to find something that will put the beautiful man beside you thoroughly to sleep.

You are unsuccessful. For reasons beyond your comprehension, Shouto is wholly immune to the lure of relaxing videos, affected by neither the visuals nor the audio. He humors you regardless, paying strict attention to each video you pull up no matter how perplexing the concept remains to him. You, on the other hand, are barely conscious, phone nearly slipping out of your hands multiple times as you nod off in your attempt to convert Shouto to an ASMR connoisseur. Eventually, Shouto takes pity on you, shifting your head onto his shoulder as he promises to continue his search for the video that will strike gold. When you nod blearily and press against the warmth of him, Shouto smiles, gaze tracking across your face. He keeps the playlist going, occasionally paying attention to the screen when it commands his interest, although he spends much more time looking at you. Adjusting the blanket back over your shoulder when it falls, pulling you more firmly into the crook of his neck when you shift uncomfortably in your sleep, humming sweetly and pressing his fingers gently into the crease of your brows when your dreams disturb you.

Probably not the best way to break the ice after last night’s argument with the man who had been your best friend since you were 12. But it was easier than apologizing. It was easier than admitting that you cried in the shower every time he was angry or disappointed in you because he was the only person you’d ever loved. You turned away from him slightly, catching the glare Kiyoomi sent you from underneath his still messy curls only out of the corner of your eye. You heard him scoff above the light frying of the eggs and mushrooms and bacon laid out in front of you, enough for the two of you as always. Your throat constricted at the thought of him biting back at you in only the way he could. 

You didn’t care for many people’s opinions and neither did he. This was usually helpful in arguments since it meant you often got to play the role of the infuriatingly indifferent participant, not bothering to look up from your phone and sometimes not bothering to respond at all. But not with him. Because whenever you argued with him it was one of the few times you cared about what anyone had to think of you and one of the few times you were careful with the words that came out of your mouth. 

You pitied the worn plastic spatula that you used to push the almost finished omelets around in the slightly too small pan in front of you because your white-knuckled grip was surely choking what little life it had left out of its scratched metal neck. But Kiyoomi didn’t say anything. He was probably too tired to bother. You could tell he hadn’t slept well by the way he rested his face in his hands and how much of his weight was shifted forward onto his elbows, propped on either side of the dining mat. His hair was messy too, well as messy as he would ever let it get, and he was wearing one of his old graphic tees, the one you’d bought him in sophomore year of high school and that he only ever wore when he was sick or sleeping. 

You glanced at him again, making sure he didn’t notice you looking, as you turned off the gas to the stove with a click and fished for plates and silverware with a soft commotion that he would usually scold you for. He was running his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, twirling the stray curls absentmindedly in between his fingers. You knew you’d have to remind him to schedule a haircut soon because otherwise he’d start complaining about how his hair got in his eyes when he went to serve during volleyball practice and he’d start stealing your headbands to push it away from his face, which, of course, he’d deny until you’d find them tucked away in the spare pocket of his duffel bag. 

You slid the plate in between his elbows, placing the silverware and a glass of water next to it. His eyes were dark and unfocused, staring at the middle of the table. He looked paler than usual and the mole above his right eyebrow seemed to twitch with the intensity of his scowl. 

“If you keep making that face you’re going to get premature wrinkles.” You slid his favorite brand of green tea across the table in the blue mug he’d gotten as a prize in the middle school science fair as you sat down next to him with your own breakfast and silverware. Kiyoomi glared at you again, this time thankfully with less venom, before beginning to cut into and eat his omelet.

“You make stupid faces all the time yet you never see me complaining.” His voice was quiet, the way it always was, and deep, the way it had been since he came back to school after the summer break of freshman year, four inches taller and with a voice that suddenly made him very popular amongst all the seventh and eighth grade girls. You rolled your eyes. 

“You make fun of my face all the time. It’s one of your favorite pastimes.” 

He also rolled his eyes, finally turning to face you slightly, looking you in the eyes for the first time that morning and you were relieved to notice that there was less tension in his shoulders and only the normal amount of annoyance in his eyes. 

“That’s because your face is stupid.” 

You laughed, only once before managing to catch yourself. 

“Proving my point, I see.”

He bit his lip in the way he always did when trying not to smile and you were glad the argument was over.

“Your eggs taste like shit by the way.” He finally laughed after you smacked him across the back of his head.

🐺 — Megumi Fushiguro (伏黒 恵)

🧱 — Tobio Kageyama (影山 飛雄)

Mid!20's Tobio in College (Drabble) Tobio Takes Care of You on Your Period (Drabble)

🫧 — Kiyoomi Sakusa (佐久早 聖臣)

Petty Kiyoomi (Drabble) Kiyoomi Has an Attitude (Over Omelettes) (Drabble)

🚫 — Suna Rintarou (角名 倫太郎)

🧊 — Shouto Todoroki (轟 焦凍)