It was a great idea in theory. You could spend some time with the oh so hot 7:3 sorcerer. He could not often be prevailed upon to do things with his “co-workers” outside of the strict bounds of his schedule, but… he often made exceptions for you. It was probably because you knew what to ask for.
“Just a few drinks,” you assured, “We could use it after the day we’ve had.”
He really seemed to think it over for a moment before nodding, “First round’s on me. I owe you one for biting the bullet with Gojo for me.”
You waved him off, “He doesn’t bother me as much. I think it’s because he doesn’t know what to make of me yet.”
“Trust me, the less he knows about you the better,” he grumbled. Something about his grumpy exterior made you smile, maybe it was because in spite of all his griping, you knew Nanami still considered Gojo a friend. They were just two very different people. Nevertheless, Nanami had a way of annoying Gojo back that was always funny to watch. It was deadpanned, and people who didn’t know them thought Nanami hated Gojo and he did nothing to assure them otherwise. He really played up the “hopeless victim of Gojo” card.
“Right, I assume he’s leveraging some weakness of yours to keep you around.”
“Yes, I’m held hostage by his unwavering exuberance.”
“I’ve got dirt on Gojo that might help you out,” you offered, and at the same time the bartender set down your fruity mixed drink, and an extra shot of tequila. You thanked him as you pulled out your phone.
“Thank you, but I’m only just repaying a debt to you. I’d rather not gain a new one. Besides, you’re operating under the assumption that Gojo experiences shame, and I can assure you, he does not.
“You’re probably right about that,” you chuckled before sipping your drink. The two of you talked like you always did, complaining about work, recalling funny situations, even reliving a couple of embarrassing moments the two of you had experienced together. It was easy to talk to Nanami, though you knew many people found it to be difficult. Those people were just used to people who never said what they truly meant. Nanami said what he meant plainly. He was honest, and not just when it was convenient, or cruel. He was brutally honest, but also affirmingly honest, boringly honest, and every other type of honest a person could be. Being friends with someone like that was just freeing, because it meant you could just say what you meant… about most things. Other things you kept to yourself, too afraid of his honesty to risk hearing it.
For one, Nanami was handsome. His features were striking, he wasn’t just pretty, there was something visually interesting about his high cheekbones and tired eyes. You didn’t even want to begin to think about his eyes, but it was too late. He’d taken off his glasses, something most sorcerers wore to keep cursed spirits from recognizing their gaze. When curses realized they could be seen they went on the offensive, something that could be annoying when you’re just trying to grocery shop and an insect of a curse tries to attach itself to you. All that to say, you didn’t often get to see his eyes like this, and once you started looking at them, that was really all you could look at. They were dark like the liquor in his glass and you could get lost in them.
“Have you had too much to drink already?” Nanami asked, an amused glint in those eyes of his.
“Hm? I’ve barely had anything,” you said sitting up a bit. You realized as you moved that your chin had been resting in the cup of your palm just looking at him. If you tried, you couldn’t have looked less like a lovesick dope, and you wished that you could blame that on the alcohol.
“I know, that’s why I’m disappointed in you.”
You gasped as if scandalized, “I’m not even drunk.”
He raised an eyebrow at you. It oozed with amused skepticism, “It’s alright, I suppose. We can’t all hold our liquor.”
“You’re so mean, Nanamin,” you pouted, but you only took up the expression to keep from smiling as you used the nickname that Gojo used for him. He immediately hit you with a deadpan glare. You knew there was no real venom behind the expression. It just made your face feel hotter. To keep from back tracking, you took your shot and washed it down with your mixed drink. It did very little to cut the bitterness of the alcohol but it kept your mouth occupied.
“Is that a new necklace?” Nanami asked out of nowhere. You touched the necklace reflexively and realized you were, in fact, wearing a new necklace.
“Oh yeah,” you pulled the pendant out of your shirt and fiddled with the locket, “it’s got the love of my life inside.”
“Well…” you trailed off, unable to suppress your grin. Instead of answering him, you just opened the locket. He leaned in closer to see the picture inside. He gave you another deadpan look as he noticed that there was a picture of pasta on either side of the locket.
You giggled at his expression, and eventually the sound of your laughter made him crack. He shook his head as he turned away from you in favor of looking ahead at all of the bottles lined up behind the bar. He was smiling in spite of himself.
“Of course, I should have known.”
You closed the locket and tucked it back into your shirt, “I got sick of people asking me who was inside the locket. It was just cute. I don’t have anyone to put in it.”
“So obviously you put what you loved most inside,” he said as if what you did was completely logical. He chuckled again thinking about it a bit more.
“Well, when I find someone I like more than pasta, then maybe I’ll change it.” You put your elbow back on the bar so that you could rest your chin in your hand as you drank some more. Before long you hit the point in drinking when you couldn’t stop giggling. The two of you were watching two guys who looked like they snorted creatine for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, argue over beer. Nanami leaned over to murmur to you that both guys were incorrect about what the best beer was and his uppity assessment of their drinking habits really sent you over the edge. It wasn’t funny because they were wrong about the beer. You couldn’t care less about that, it was the fact that of all the inane knowledge for Nanami to know, he had an excessive knowledge of craft beers. You had to put your head down. You rested your forehead against your hands as they laid on top of each other on the bar.
When you looked back up, you noticed his little self satisfied expression. In order to keep from staring at him, you took another shot. As was your ritual, until you were absolutely flush with alcohol, and telling Nanami in great detail, why his attempts at sourdough were always bad.
“It’s all about the starter. How old is your starter, man? It’s gotta be nice and mature. Your starter should have a 401k before you even think about making bread with it,” you teased.
He nodded indulgently. He absently began to loosen his tie, hooking his finger behind the knot and tugging. Whatever you were saying, it trailed off, watching the tendons in his hands move under the skin. As he tugged at the tie, he let his head tip back just a bit, allowing a more generous view of the pale skin of his throat. Your eyes trailed up to his jawline, and you could just imagine pressing your lips against his pulse point, hearing him sigh.
“… Well, don’t stop now, tell me more about my sourdough starter’s retirement affairs-… Are you alright?” he asked.
You blinked and swallowed your spit before you could actually start drooling, “Uh, whew… damn is it hot in here? Are you hot? I mean you are hot, uh no- wait-” you stopped talking entirely clasping your hand over your mouth. You caught a glimpse of Nanami’s wide eye stare before you turned to stare straight ahead. You really just said that to him. The flush on his face wasn’t just from alcohol, the man was mortified. What could you do to save yourself from embarrassment but to pick up your drink?
As you did you felt a warm hand touch your own, “I think you’ve had enough to drink,” he said gently, leaving you to stare at his hand as he took your glass.
“Right, okay,” you agreed, because drinking is how you got into this predicament in the first place.
“But… thanks,” he said and you looked up to watch him drink the rest of your alcohol. There was a small smile on his lips as he tipped the glass back. Not long after, Nanami cleared out the tab and stood up. You tried to do the same, but the moment you stood up the alcohol hit you and you stumbled. Nanami immediately put his arm out for you. Without an ounce of grace, you grabbed his bicep, tipping forward until your cheek hit the firm muscle in his arm.
“Are you okay?”
“Mmhm, just lost my balance there,” you giggled to offset your embarrassment. You were really making an ass of yourself tonight. Then again, you did get to hold Nanami’s arm all the way outside and he must have ordered a car already because there was one waiting for the two of you when you got outside.
He rode with you to your apartment and helped you in. You wound up having to use your spare key because you couldn’t find your keys in your purse. Nanami scolded you about keeping a spare outside of your apartment like that but you kindly reminded him that you were a sorcerer too.
“Look here, Mr. Man. I’m a first grade sorcerer just like you. Any threat that needs a key, isn’t a threat at all.”
“Of course. I’m not diminishing your strength-”
“I think you are,” you poked him in the chest as you walked into your apartment, and almost immediately tripped over the short step of your entryway, where you usually took off your shoes, into your apartment. Once again, Nanami caught you.
“Well, Ms. Independent Woman, this is the second time you’ve almost fallen.”
“Yeah, the floor’s got it out for me.Traitor,” you pouted as you held on to Nanami’s arm to take off your shoes… only to promptly trip over them.
“Alright,” he sighed, but the sentiment of exasperation ended with a breathy chuckle, “You’ll have to forgive me for this.”
“Wha- Ah!” you yelped as he suddenly swooped you up into his arms, “Hey, how are you so coordinated? You had more to drink than me.”
“I’m not a lightweight.” He said easily as he continued in, down the hall towards your bedroom. You told him what door it was. At least your room was clean for once. He set you on your feet inside, but kept his arms out just in case you suddenly fell over.
“I think I got it.”
“Mmhm. I’ll lock up for you, and come back tomorrow with your spare.”
“Bring breakfast.”
“Fine, I’ll bring breakfast too.”
You happily crawled into bed. You didn’t bother taking anything off, instead you just let your face hit the pillow. The alcohol in your system kinda made you feel like you were still moving in spite of the fact that you were perfectly still. It was a nauseating sensation, but before you could really start feeling bad, you fell asleep.
When you woke up in the morning it felt like all of the moisture in your body had been sucked out. The backs of your eyes hurt and even the small amount of light that got through your curtains was too much. You sat up with a groan, squinting your eyes at the room around you. There was a glass of water and pain meds on your bedside table. You grabbed the glass and started chugging. Then you realized that you most definitely did not have wherewithal to make yourself a glass of water. So who… you remembered all at once that Nanami had helped you into your apartment, and probably left the glass of water and medicine for you. While one part of you burned with mortification another was a little flustered that he’d been thoughtful enough to leave you with something to help your hangover. You took the pain meds then got up so you could shower. You felt disgusting. It was a quick shower considering how disorienting your hangover was. However, you were in there long enough to replay all of the stupid things you said the night before. By the time you got out of the shower, moisturized and put on some pajamas you were itching to eat something greasy and lay back down. Instead, you changed your sheets because you knew you would appreciate laying on fresh linen. You couldn’t be bothered to start the washer so you just tossed the dirty linen into your laundry basket before putting on a new fitted sheet, grabbing a comforter and crawling back in bed.
It felt like you closed your eyes for three seconds before you heard your doorbell ring. You were slow to get up. The headache was gone but you still felt groggy. You trudged heavily to the front door and peeked out of the peephole.
Nanami stood there in a black t-shirt of all things. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him in anything but a button up. You opened the door curiously.
“Hey, Nanami… is everything okay?”
“I’m fine, I have your spare, and breakfast. After all those sugary drinks, I’m sure you’re hungover.”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.” You rubbed your eyes as you let him in. You were sure you looked haggard but after the ass you made of yourself last night you figured you’d ruined any chance you might have had with Nanami anyway. Besides, he’d seen you tear through a curse with your bare hands. Seeing you in your current state was nothing in comparison.
You noticed him set a bag down on the table, “Here’s breakfast. Gojo told me your favorite.”
“Aw, you talked to Gojo for me.”
“It was the least I could do after you paid me such a generous compliment last night.”
Your face was on fire. You covered it in mortification, “You didn’t tell him about that did you?”
“No I didn’t.”
“What do I have to do to be sure we never breathe a word of last night to anyone.”
“Have dinner with me some time,” he shrugged as if he didn’t ask what he just asked.
You blinked, absolutely dumbfounded, “Huh?”
“Or, give me your sourdough starter.” Again, he spoke as if it was all so simple. Go to dinner with him or handover the sourdough starter. Where the hell did he get his confidence from? Though, you supposed you’d kind of already showed him your hand by calling him hot last night. What did he have to lose.
“I don’t care how hot you are. You’re never getting my sourdough starter.”
“Then dinner it is,” he gave you a small amused smile that you couldn’t help returning in full. Maybe last night was worth the hangover after all.
out of breath, you run down the stairs of the train station, praying with baited breath as you hope for some kind of miracle that you make it down there in time.
you softly bite your tongue, flying off of the last three steps and thankfully landing on your feet. so with your last muster of power, you run into the doors of the train and just as soon as you get in the doors behind you shut close causing you to yelp in surprise.
your eyes are wide open, a bit rattled by the sudden shut of doors that could have been the potential cause of your death whereas the people buzz around you. but your surprise it dies quick when the train moves in an instant causing you to move somewhere else with closed eyes and be pressed up against something.
“shit.” a quiet curse is what you hear right infront of you when you get pressed up against something, potentially someone. you open your eyes to look at who cursed, and when you do open your eyes, your eyes instantly meet with ocean blue eyes.
awe is written in your hues as you look at the dark blue lashes that adorn these ocean eyes. you‘re captivated like a criminal behind bars in these eyes. it’s beautiful like the sky on a clear summer day, making you feel like you’re being rained by sunshine and happiness. however, your adoration is cut short when the beholder clears their throat and looks away.
you finally snap out of it and realize how much you‘ve been staring. you mutter a low apology underneath your breath, looking away. however, you look once more and see the whole face of the person who stands before you. you study their features quietly, marking them one by one and adoring how much they compliment each other. from the blue eyes, dark blue lashes, pointed nose, red lips, perfect jaw, he definitely looks like a model. much like the man who had been occupying your mind these days.
it surely does look like him. maybe next time you see each other you‘d tell him about this person who looks like him. you smile to yourself hoping that you’d see him again, though you hold that though and look at the person once again.
wait a minute.
“… megumi?”
surely it‘s him. you cannot be mistaken. how could you be? it‘s the infamous fushiguro megumi from your wednesday and friday math class, the one who got assigned as your project partner for the last semester‘s project, the very same man who has been in your head all day long.
“hi,” shyly he responds to the uncertain call, his eyes avoiding contact with yours. you raise a brow as you wonder what could be wrong with him. just a few weeks back, both of you would have been chatting at a nearby café, yet here he is looking away, not even greeting properly.
“how‘re you?” you strike up the conversation starter, hoping to talk with the pretty boy before you leave for your stop and never see him again. yet your attempts fall in vain when he does not even speak a word to you, simply nodding and muttering silently to himself; not even to you.
a frown makes its way to your face as you wonder what had happened between the time you weren‘t together for him to not even speak a word to you. had you doke something wrong? or something to upset him? you do not know.
as thoughts clog your head, you don‘t notice how a certain dark haired man looks at you. he too, is mesmerized by the way you look. it hasn‘t been too long since you haven’t seen each other, yet megumi thinks it‘s been centuries.
after having spent time with you, he can‘t seem to forget the way your eyes glimmer when you look at him. or the way you purse your lips and furrow your brows when you make a mistake, and most especially the way your eyes shine bright like stars when you‘ve done something right.
and it doesn’t help that earlier this morning he had thought about bringing you your favourite sweet— that you had mentioned before— to class tomorrow, and here you are right in-front of him in the most awkward position possible.
“‘m sorry if i‘m cursing to much,” he can‘t help the apology that falls past his lips. meanwhile you don‘t know what he‘s apologizing for. so with a cocked brow, you look up and show a confused face.
“i‘m a bit too close and this train is too tight, so— uh— our situation really isn‘t the most comfortable one.”
“wait, too close?”
and then it dawns upon you. you look down and around to see the amount of people around, it actually is crowded in the train. but that is not where your attention lies at. you attention lies in the proximity between you both.
you hadn‘t noticed earlier, but now you have. you‘re back up against the door with megumi standing right in-front of you. you‘re caged between him and his right arm and left as he tries to back up a bit to not be so pressed against you, but it does him no justice as the train moves too much, and with every little movement the more he is pressed against you.
“oh.” in realization of the situation, you mutter. megumi can‘t help but chuckle at the face you make as your cheeks heat up and so does the tip of your ears. suddenly, you‘re hyper aware of what is going on. “haha.. don‘t— worry..”
“i hope its fine—”
“more than fine!” you say, albeit too loud. your eyes go wide once more and then you finally realize what you had said, immediately you start to ramble every excuse that pops into your head. “i mean— it‘s okay. don‘t worry like it‘s natural the train is packed, like don’t apologize really! there’s nothing to be sorry for, this proximity does not disturb me. in fact, we can even go like to a date after this—”
“you want to go on a date with me?” megumi cuts you off mid ramble and you look up at him, meeting his eyes as you once again realize you had spoken without filtering your words. but now, there is no taking it back anymore, you‘ve gone to far in and there‘s no way of return.
“.. i mean‘t what i said..” you nod slowly. and then, when you least expect it, a smile makes its way to his face. there‘s a glint in his eyes as he nods at your words, leaning in a bit more as he presses his lips softly against your cheek.
who knew parenting would be this hard? certainly not nanami kentodid.
before having a kid of his own, he had always thought parenting was not that hard. it was always his mindset that the child grows to be how it is with the way the parent teaches it, or how the parent is because kids like to follow and mimic its parents.
but since having one of his own, he has been proven wrong, countless times.
“yuuji, please do not stray far away from daddy.” nanami pleads his two year old son who runs in the park with much enthusiasm, unlike his father who seems to have no energy and heavy bags underneath his eyes. “yuuji,” tiredly the man calls once again, but to his ineffective attempt, the child simply runs straight to the water fountain.
the poor man sighs for what seems to be the fifth time this hour, and they haven‘t even been in the park for longer than thirty minutes. he contemplates on running after the two year old who amuses himself with the water or if he should set up the picnic mat first and then run after his kid.
he thinks, and thinks, and thinks, all while looking back and forth at the empty grass patch and the water area. then he sighs again. if only he had a second body then maybe he wouldn’t have to do this, maybe if he had a second pair of hands he wouldn’t have to suffer like this, maybe if he had, had a spouse—
“excuse me,” he hears from the front, already sighing internally for the millionth time as he readies himself to meet eyes with another parent who‘s going to strike up small talk he has no desire for.
but when he looks up, it feels like suddenly all his prayers have been answered by the gods.
his dark eyes look up and meet with yours, and my oh my can he not be more enthralled by the looks of you. “is this your son? he was running around with untied shoelaces and almost fell in the water.”
wow. nanami says to himself. not even listening to what you’re saying anymore, simply left speechless by the pretty person who stands before him.
“sir?”
“okay.” he monotonously says, forgetting that time is running and reality is pacing at this very moment, and not on pause. in the inside he does not know how to start a conversation, but in the outside he looks like he‘s glaring at you. and it does not help you nor him at all.
you swallow your saliva and nod, slowly settling down the child on the ground right in-front of the man and clasping your hands together. “right. well— uh.. i— i‘ve erm gotta go.. haha.” you awkwardly trail, unclasping your hands together and placing the free right hand on the back of your neck.
“and don‘t worry! i‘ve tied them back together so he doesn’t accidentally slip again.” you say before taking a step back and waving at them. “well, i‘ll be on my way. goodbye—”
“wait!” yet before you‘re able to step even more than two steps away, he‘s taking you by your wrist which causes you off-guard, not that you find it uncomfortable.
“thank you very much. yuuji can‘t swim, so that would have been unfortunate if you hadn‘t caught him.” he reasons out, hand still on your wrist as you close your lips in surprise; that‘s caused by the fact that he actually spoke to you.
“oh, that would have been, very bad.” you frown, thankful that you caught khari before he fell. “i‘m glad i caught him.”
“me too, i‘m glad you caught him.” nanami relieves, finally letting go of the wrist he held to ground you before him. “if you hadn‘t that would have been terrible.”
“how can i repay you?” he asks so, lips casually churning upwards to causing you to almost swoon. meanwhile the strawberry head child looks up curiously, not used to the way his father acts. and even though you’re swooning in the inside, you keep your composure to save yourself some face.
“oh, please, don‘t worry!” you shyly down turn his offer shaking your head lightly. “it‘s okay. i wasn‘t going to let someone fall.” you mutter. however, he shakes his head and insists.
“please i insist. you had just saved me from potentially paying bills.” he jokes, and you laugh.
“alright, since you asked so nicely.” you grace him with a sweet smile and he smiles back, heart skipping beats.
“well, i don‘t have cash right now. but if you want, you can join me and yuuji for a picnic.” he gesture to the child who now smiles so cutely at you, hand open for a wave, tiny fingers grasping at his father‘s jacket.
you swear your heart skips two if not three beats when he holds the basket and the kid in the other. you find it domestic and cute for a man like this to invite you with his kid. it makes you think of all the times you yearned to have your own little family and spend some time with them.
“is missy going to join us daddy?” the little child asks, looking sweetly at his dad who then looks back at you with a smile.
“ask her.” he winks at the boy, who nods in confidence and looks at you with a sweet smile.
“will you join us missy? me and daddy would love company!” he excitedly says, hands pointed to the basket.
you cannot help but bite your lip down and nod at the offer, accepting it with an excited heart and heated cheeks. “i‘d love to.”
“daddy! she said yes!” yuuji cheerfully exclaims.
nanami smiles at yours and yuuji‘s excitement, starting to feel his own excitement start to run in his veins.
that action of his causes your churned lips to grow wider as you inspect him for a good while before turning to the little guy then to him once again. “well, your little one. his name is yuuji right?” you ask. holding your hand out for the child to take.
“right, he‘s yuuji and he‘s two.” nanami confirms your unsure question, nodding away as he places his hand on yuuji‘s head, and the little one sneezes. you both stop, and nanami smiles awkwardly, kneeling down and taking out the napkin from his pocket and wiping yuuji’s nose. the act is cute and hearty, as you can tell, he is quite obviously the daddy figure.
“sorry about that.” he apologizes, going back up and meeting eye to eye with you.
“no worries.” you smile. you stand there in a few minutes of silence, before you remember something very important. “oh jeez, i almost forgot. i didn‘t catch what your name was.” you sheepishly admit.
“god, how rude of me.” he shakes your hand in his and you can‘t help but savour the feeling of all those veins and bones in his toned hands. they entice you in a way you‘d never thought that would entice you, yet you are not complaining.
“nanami, nanami kento.”
“i‘m (y/n), nice to meet you kento.”
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oh, how can one be so beautiful?gojo satoru asks himself.
his blue eyes are illuminated by the sun rays as he stands there admiring you, though he does not stand further than seven feet away from you. his lips are churned upwards with his fingers holding the bouquet of flowers tight, heart beating faster by the second as he simply watches with joy, adoration, and fascination in his gaze.
he cannot stop himself from admiring the sigh before his ocean eyes.
not once in his twenty-seven years of living did he ever think he would find someone reading a book so intriguing, yet here he is: doing just as he thought he never would.
you look so beautiful to him. figure beneath the trees as the wind compliments the way your hair flows with it, feet laid out with your back pressed against the wooden body of the tree. such a simple sight, yet so breathtaking in his eyes.
as he stands there underneath the spring sun, you finally look up from your book and spot the white haired man who admires you from not-so afar. a smile cannot help but etch on your face as he walks over with his hand running through his hair.
“hello amore,” his voice is like honey, sweet and smooth as he hands you the bouquet of pink roses. “for you.” it cannot be helped that there is a slight blush is on his cheeks as he watches you take the flowers and bring it up to your nose to smell the batch, to him you just look so beautiful even as you do the most mundane action.
“thank you, darling.” you say your thanks before you settle it to your lap and usher him to kneel before you, and he does as asked. when he is there on his knees before you, you lean forward and press a sweet kiss against his lips.
sure, gojo satoru may be the strongest man to ever walk this planet, but when he is with your presence: he is nothing but a man who yearns for your love.
so when he feels your lips against his, it‘s just natural for him to fall at ease and press further as his hand moves to hold your cheek. blue eyes fluttering close as when feels your fingers on his nape. all the butterflies in his stomach erupt as his heart beats erratically for you.
sometime, everybody will love someone, and something in your kiss told gojo satoru, his sometime is now.
A/N: Hey besties!! I made a jjk studying series for all of you who are studying for exams rn! Let’s start with Gojo! <33
Gojo’s luxury apartment was a nice place to study, lofi hip hop playing softly from the speakers, a big table next to the window wall that let the sunlight deep through, shining down on your revision notes.
“My little nerd still studying?” You hear a teasing voice from behind.
“Mhm” you reply, eyes still glued to the notes in front of you.
You hear a sigh this time but you can tell he’s come closer, then suddenly you find two long arms wrapping around your shoulders, and his chin plopped on to your head.
“What if I just… paid the exam board to make you pass?”
You laugh at Gojo’s suggestion, the worse thing is you knew he was probably being serious.
“I’m serious” he says, confirming your thoughts as he pokes your cheek.
“Too pretty to be studying” he mutters against your cheek as he pressed kisses to it, making you giggle.
But as you reached to the side to grab your pen, Gojo quickly snatched it first.
“Huh?”
“Nuh uh! No more work unless you eat some kikufuku with me” he said, leaving no more for argument as you struggle to grab the pen from his hand, he grins widely as you jump to match his tall figure but fail.
And as you jump up to grab it one more time, his long arms finds it’s way to your waist, tugging you into his embrace with a chuckle. “Ah! Gojo!-“
“C’mon bubs, time for some mochi” he says casually but his smug grin is present. He carries you like a baby as he grabs the mochi from the kitchen and return to the living area, sitting down in your seat and placing you on his lap.
You smile gratefully at Gojo before giving him a kiss, as he lets you return to studying while he feeds you the mochi, taking a bite out of it every now and then too. Occasionally, playfully biting your cheek but you didn’t mind.
Eventually the tall white haired man got a call, you feel his muscular arms tighten around your waist as he muttered a ‘be right back love’ in your ear. You kiss his jaw before he leaves to answer the call.
Now you don’t know how long you sat there studying for, but once you took a deep breath and shifted your eyes away from notes momentarily, you notice a post it note and one more kikufuku next to you.
‘So proud of you bby :)’ was written, with a small dick drawing next to it.
You giggle to yourself as you munched on the mochi. Studying doesn’t feel so bad when it’s with Gojo <3
A/N: Happy Saturday besties! EX HUSBAND GOJO WON THE VOTE!! Don’t worry though, I got bodyguard Megumi coming soon
Ever since the incident between you and Gojo regarding the third child, things had been eerily quiet from his side. No 3am calls, no surprise visits, nothing.
Perhaps that’s why you felt on edge when it was Gojo’s turn to have the kids for the weekend, and he still hadn’t arrived, your hands slightly shaking as you tied your son’s shoelaces.
“You’re overthinking it y/n” said a deep voice from your phone. “Maybe he’s just running a little late”
You sigh before nodding your head. Nanami was always your voice of reason. Sometimes you wonder if he could give good advice about your abusive relationship with Gojo, but you always kept that a secret from Nanami, not wanting to burden him with your own issues.
You’re suddenly pulled out of your thoughts at the sound of a knock on the door. You take a deep breath as you turn to open the door, feeling slightly confident, knowing Gojo won’t pull anything with his mutual friend Nanami on call.
But the view in front of you wasn’t what you were expecting.
“Geto?”
The black haired man smiled at you sweetly as you greeted eachother. “What are you doing here?” You ask confusedly.
“Gojo was sent on a last minute session, so looks like the kids got me for the weekend!” He said, but he sounded uneasy.
“Oh? Okay.” You say, slightly taken aback that Gojo didn’t tell you beforehand. You hear your kids squeal from behind as they spot their uncle Geto, quickly rushing to the tall buff man, clinging onto his legs. “Hello lil monsters!!” He coos making them giggle.
You smile fondly at your loving children, before returning your attention to Geto, “well we’re off to my mom’s house for the weekend, but don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything Geto” you say, kissing your children goodbye.
Geto looks up at you confused and slightly tense. “We?”
You nod “Nanami is coming with me for the weekend, I feel too tired to drive so he offered to take me there and keep me company!”
You silently observe Geto’s uneasiness at the mention of Nanami, he knew you two were close, so why was he so stiff?
Geto blinks twice before awkwardly laughing “aww haha how sweet of him, anyways we should probably head out now, c’mon kids!” He calls them.
You place a hand on Geto’s broad shoulder, gaining the raven haired man’s attention. “Are you okay Geto? You seem uneasy, if taking care of the kids isn’t ideal for you this weekend, I can always take them with me” you assure him but the man shake his head quickly and reassures you it’s fine with a pat on your hand, before awkwardly exiting with the kids.
You stand in front of your door for a second confused. Why did he seem so uneasy? After all the years you’ve known Geto, he’s never been so anxious.
Only when he lies.
You shrug your shoulders and carry on getting ready. After all, Geto was a trustworthy friend of yours and Gojo’s for years, you’re sure he’d tell you if there was a problem.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts once again as a car beeps from outside. You smile as you spot Nanami’s sleek car waiting, you quickly skip out the house, joining your friend.
——
Nanami stands beside you, finally the door opens and you’re greeted with your mom.
“Hi mom” you say, entering the house before she can greet you and Nanami properly.
You sigh dramatically as you place your bags on your floor and stretch your aching legs. You smile as you hear chatter from the garden, deciding to follow the sound.
“Err! Y/n! How about you let Nanami relax in the living room for a bit first?” You mom asks. You pull a funny face at your mom’s weird suggestion, but allow her nonetheless, continuing your path to the garden
“Ahh this is such a nice breeze, I miss thi-“ your sentence was cut off as you paused in your movements.
There sat Gojo in the hammock chair, long legs man spreading as he turn towards you with a menacing grin. “Oh? Hello y/n”
You furrow your eyebrows at your annoying ex husband, internally beating yourself up for believing Geto’s pathetic lie.
“What are you doing here?” You ask, and he ignores your question momentarily to pat his lap, “c’mere baby!” He says so sweetly but only you knew the twisted lust behind it, “and what kind of question is that? We’re family! Even if we’re divorced, I always saw your family as my own!” He charms the table, your cousins cooing at his sickly sweet words.
You move forward to question him further, but his large hands grab your hips firmly, pulling you forward, making you stumble into his embrace.
“Oh? Don’t fall for me now” he says smartly as he grabs you securely, cradling you into his muscular arms. Your family once again laughed at his jokes, as if it’s the funniest thing they ever heard.
Spoiler alert, it’s not, but Gojo was too good at faking the charm of a perfect man.
You gritted your teeth as Gojo stroked your hair absentmindedly with you in his lap, as he laughed along with your family. Humiliating was the only word to describe it, but you stayed silent, knowing if you fought against him, everyone would think you’re the crazy problematic one. Oh lord, they wonder how Gojo ‘puts up with you’
After all, women are always the hysterical ones right?
“Babe try this mojito, it’s so good” he says with a grin, pressing the glass to your lips but before you could protest against it, a voice came through the garden.
“Y/n? Oh there you are. Hello Gojo” says the nonchalant man.
Gojo turned towards the voice, smile dropping as he stares at Nanami, who casually strolled into the garden.
Your cousins subtly swoon as they rush to introduce themselves.
You smile at Nanami’s effortless charm, your smile widening evilly as you realise why Geto felt uneasy at the mention of Nanami.
You can feel Gojo’s unnerving, intense stare on your face. He stares silently between you and Nanami, swishing his drink around. His face is unreadable. “And here I was ready to mend things” he mutters but you hear it. You hiss as his fingers dig into your hips.
“Why is he here?” His whispers in your ear and you can hear the envy in every word.
You ignore the pain shooting through your hips and grin from ear to ear as you tilt your head teasingly to meet his your ex husband’s glare.
Brushing your nose against his in mocking affection, you reply “why not babe?”
A/N:My babies I promise I was completing more requests you guys sent, but then my inner intrusive thoughts won Anyways enjoy the angst! <3
“You will no longer be going into campus for college, you’re going to move to online studying”
You stared at your father in unconcealed shock and disbelief, as you envisioned your freedom collapsing right in front of you.
“But why? I’m- I’ve literally done nothing wrong! I’ve been focusing on my education and-“ you defended incoherently.
“Well clearly you haven’t been focusing enough since I’m hearing things from other people. Have you ever thought about how your actions could affect the reputation of our family?” Your dad cut you off, his eyebrows crossed in anger, making your back shiver and your knees grow weak.
Suddenly you hear shuffling from upstairs, you glare as you watch your cousins gathered around the staircase, watching your humiliation like some form of entertainment. The sly smiles on their faces was everything you needed to know on who the “other people” were.
Fuck you.
You felt angry tears build up in your eyes, but they were yet to spill. You knew they would get their way, they always did. How could a non sorcerer like you possibly win?
You can hold my arm if you’re scared
Megumi’s words were the only words that played in your head as you felt yourself shake with fear.
You quickly turned around to face the tall, dark haired bodyguard who looked stern as he stared straight ahead, but you paid no heed to it.
You grabbed the pale hand of your bodyguard, who held yours in return, and you stared up at him desperately.
“Megumi you gotta tell him! Tell dad how good I’ve been! You’re always there! You know how I’ve done nothing but focus on my-“
“Your father is right y/n”
The rest of your sentence died in your throat as you stared up at him in disbelief. His dark blue eyes never met yours.
You blinked once. Then twice. Hoping you heard him wrong, you stood silently next to him as you processed his words, your hands slipping out of his.
He’s not on your side.
The angry tears that were once suppressed finally ran down your flushed cheeks. Desperation taking over as you pressed your body against Megumi’s and grabbed his fitted black blazer, shaking him, punching his chest but he did not retaliate, only staring down at you blankly.
“Megumi you’re supposed to be on side! I thought we were-“
“We’re not” he cut you off sternly, his dark eyes finally focusing on you, but with an unimpressed glare. “We’re nothing, so stop it” he scolds firmly, making you feel like a pathetic child.
Oh. We’re nothing.
You take a step away from him, and look back at your dad with misty eyes, who is already staring at you. You look away in shame, exiting the room and heading upstairs.
“Megumi make sure she actually goes to her room please”
“Yes sir”
You felt his heavy steps follow you behind silently, and it halts as you reach your room.
“Y/n”
“Don’t ever talk to me again” you snap, slamming the bedroom door to his face.
SUMMARY → where getou can not stop talking about the beautiful future sorcerer he shares his classes with
PAIRING → getou suguru x fem!black!reader
GENRE → fluff, drabble
MASTERLIST→ if you want to read other works of mine
A/N → because you can not fucking tell me he would not like black woman, we are fucking gorgeous. all of them wouldAND they would write poetry about them!
“NO, YOU DO NOT understand! She is so perfect, it makes me want to cry.” Getou sighs out, not being able to hold it in anymore.
Humming, his friend takes his eyes off the training fields and glances at his friends, “Yeah?” he asked.
“She is smart, her technique is fucking crazy and this is just the start of her journey. I could bet money on her being one of the greatest sorceres ever.” he says, unconsciously a smile takes over his features as he thinks about her.
Holding his hands up, he tries to find the words to make his friend understand how perfect this one person is, “And it is all packaged in this beautiful body. The way the sun touches her skin and it just observes it like nothing I have ever seen before.”
“And when she smiles…” he throws his head back. Leaning on the stairs, spreading out his lips as a grin takes over his face, “it’s… It’s like the whole world smiles with her.”
“She is so gentle, and soft. Kind… and easily scared. It gets wounded just like all of us, and when I see it I just.”
Having Gojou hum, he tilts his head to wait for what he has to say, “Want to be a simp?” he teases. Receiving himself a kick to his leg, “There are more women in the world than just ( Y/N ).”
Ignoring his friend, he looks up again. Letting out a dreamy sigh at the mention of her name, “I would do anything to protect her. If there was a way for me to make sure curses could never hurt her, I would take it in a heartbeat.”
Faux whipping noises ring his ears, making him sit up. Glaring softly at the blue-eyed sorcerer, “She was right, we should bully people with blue eyes.”
note 1: this is my entry for my lovely @kshira’sfriends with benefits collab ! hope u all like it ✦
note 2: click here to listen to the song that inspired this whole thing. yes, i headcanon yuuji as a 2000’s kid and a die hard limp bizkit fan
note 3: tagging @yuujispinkhair bc i know you love yuuji just as much as i do, hope u enjoy it ! have a nice one <3
-hey, can i grab one of your shirts?-
you were both naked, smooth skin gleastening with a sheer layer of sweat that stayed over your bodies as a reminder of the previous heated encounter you just shared
a blush appeared in yuuji’s face when he found himself longing on your bare chest. so he looked away, realizing he had been shamelessly staring at you
it was an inescapable situation. nothing new, really. but certainly no less special to him. it has happened a thousand times by now, and even when everything was supposed to be just sex, there were feelings all over his mind and heart, and it was just too late to try and stop them from growing. so he’s been trying to keep it all down, all serene. as if a complete chaos didn’t happen inside his being every time you stayed overnight
-you don’t even have to ask me- his tone was smooth, still submerged in the bliss of the moment. while now, carefully observing the textures of the ceiling of his room. keeping himself occupied to ignore the desire he had to avert his gaze
-even the limp bizkit one?- you bit your tongue at the end of the question. it might seem as something simple, but that old piece of clothing meant way more than what it actually should
because your friendship comes from years back, years in which you were totally irrational, basically in the middle of puberty. and it was an unfortunate period, yes, but you could always count on each other. the bond has remained strong until today, and of course, with the addition of a couple of things that you never thought you’d be capable of doing together as thirteen year-olders
fucking, for example
-sure. just ‘cause it’s you-
you grabbed your panties from the floor and slipped them back on, walking to one of itadori’s drawers to grab what you were looking for
a black oversized shirt with the image of one of the band’s album cover on the front. the figures of five bald creatures over a pile of sausages just slightly vanished from all the use over the years. it’s yuuji’s absolute favorite
chocolate starfish and the hotdog flavored water. limp bizkit
you fucking hated that name
but nevertheless, you put it on and walked towards the bed where he was laying, taking little jumps and modelling it for him. he smiled brightly at you, leaning on one elbow to be able to see you better
-how do i look?- after a few more ridiculous poses, you climbed back to yuuji’s side and straddled his hips
-it fits you way better than me- he exclaimed breathless, while the blush returned to his cheeks and ears. but that was not the only thing he found difficult to hide, the look that escaped from his infinite brown eyes only showed how much he was devoted to you, to your whole being
-of course it does. when i see you wearing it, i automatically think of high school and i feel sorry for your poor self- unfortunately, you never saw it cause it’s something you are used to. because “a twinkle in the eye is just a twinkle in the eye”,you just laughed and rolled with him in the sheets. never noticing
all a game to you, all friendship. as it should be for him too
-hey!-until he was the one on top now, and all the playful aura was minimized to your cheek being caressed with one of his long fingers and the tucking of your disheveled hair behind your ears, tenderly
itadori always gives the impression of being very rough with everything he touches. ever since he was a little boy, his hands have been scarred from all the times he’s been too harsh with something. but with you, he has always been delicate
in all those nights where he held your nude figure under his, breathing in your ear, calling your name in a murmur. the times he held your hand for no particular reason while you walked together. the times he hugged you for your birthday, or when you accomplished something important, or when you reunited after weeks of not seeing each other, or when you cried
he always takes you in the most fragile way he can manage. because if he does it abruptly, his heart is convinced that you will break into pieces, and he will never be able to grasp you again. that is why he takes care of you, as he has never taken care of anything. that is why he loves you, like he’s never loved anyone
even though he is aware you don’t really feel the same
-do you remember the day you got this shirt?-
he smiled at the memory and kept on listening to you. blocking all the crescent bad thoughts from his head, as he was used to
-when we ran under a scorching sun, one of those days of our summer vacations to go and get the newest released cd from this band at a record store that was at the other side of town, because you couldn’t stop bothering me?- -of course i do! is still the best album i’ve ever heard. and the shirt was on sale! it was totally worth the 27 calls i made to your house to wake you up- you pinched his arm and he shivered, holding in a smirk. he is fine with this, his brain screamed, this is enough -my mom is still mad at you, by the way. and all because you were in love with fred durst, you freak- -i still am! i wanted to be like him so bad when we were on high school- at least he admitted it. laughter bubbled up effortlessly, between the pillows of the bed, filling the room with am unexplainable serenity -oh yes, i remember. you never took off this shirt, wearing those awful baggy pants, and that red MLB hat placed backwards on your head- it was painful to the sight to even think about it, abominable, a disaster, a halloween costume gone wrong used as a daily outfit -dear fuck, i forgot about the hat- you laughed together once again and he hugged you by the waist, hiding in the crook of your neck to bask in your scent one more time. while his brain shouted about this being enough, his heart refused it and went louder
if only you knew
and you could, you really could knoweverything. all about the desire in his soul, the way he’s been feeling for as long as he can remember
but he also found himself in denial. he was not interested in ruining what you have. it’s all casual to you, you are basically best friends and you’ve been fuck buddies for a while now. it’s great this way. why messing it up?
cliché feelings are for the weak, right?
-you know, jokes aside- even when he’s become an expert at hiding his emotions over the years, there are times when he can’t help but be honest with you. yuuji is like that, expressive, kind. and sometimes, he ends up hurting himself -i’m really glad you were the one i share those memories with. that cd really has some special tunes and you listened to all of them for me- the one, he was referring to that song. he always listened to it and thought about you, about how he meant every lyric, how he believed you were the one for him. but he never talked more about it, about it’s meaning
because, even if he never told you explicitly, the first song he asked you to listen to was that one. covered under the pretext that he really liked that “it was different from what he used to listen” and a bunch of lies that he doesn’t even remember anymore. not a single clue about what he truly meant, that he was dedicating it to you. but still, he was hoping you’d maybe notice by yourself, just like now
you are his everything already, you just haven’t realized it yet
and it’s probably better if it remains like that
-yeah, no problem. i’m glad about it too- and after that, a minimal silence stood as a thin barrier between the two of you, comfortably. for a second, itadori was afraid that his thoughts were so loud that they could be heard and echoed in the said barrier. but before it could happen, he got interrupted
-yuuji-you whispered poking his ribs, earning his attention once again -hm?-looking down at you, he waited for your response, now calmly. with you in his embrace, he felt like floating. if only things were always like this, if only you were entirely his
-you still have it?- your eyes were glowing while staring at yuuji’s face, in an expectant way. sitting up and smiling brightly -the cd?- he mentioned, as he sit up too, to be at your level. always searching for your proximity, for your warmth. and you nodded at his question -of course i do, it’s my favorite after all-
his favorite because of all your memories together. afternoons in his grandfather’s house when you were younger, walking home together, making schoolwork and failing math tests, eating cold noodles at lunch, sharing songs and dancing foolishly in his room at midnight
then going to college, your awkward first time together and the nice ones that came next, the way he trembles lightly when he finishes and the way he loves to hear you moaning his name, how your hands always dance around each other, spending days in his apartment, still eating cold noodles at lunch and still dancing foolishly all over his room at midnight. it’s you, it’s always been you
-so, can we listen to it together again?-
and he thought to himself again, this is fine,
this is enough for me
understanding everything has never been my deal maybe you have crossed my path to live inside of me or maybe you’re the reason why i’m losing all my decency but
i believe that you and me we could be so happy and free inside a world of misery and i believe that you and me we could be so inside of you, inside of me ‘cause this could be the one this could be the one this could be the one this could be the one
i want you to stay and blow me away, away, away, away
❀Summary:You have to fix Megumi’s shirt for him - but y/n’s hands like to linger a bit too long
❀Warning: Bad Grammar
❀A/N: I just had this little scenario in my head and decided to write this real fast for you guys – hope you like it ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ ✧ I’d love to receive some feedback ✧
❀Words:491
❀Published:04.03.2021
You all were waiting outside on the training grounds, even Satoru tagged along. He settled himself on the stairs with his head resting on his hand while letting out a loud sight every few seconds. He was definitely forced to be here.
Your school had a small conference with your sister school in Kyoto, which means that old man Gakuganji would also come along.
All of you looked at least approachable, besides Nobara who made it her mission to look like a model that was send to the wrong set.
Currently she was running way from Panda and Toge while Maki was trying to save her from getting her whole outfit ruined.
“Shouldn’t we train at least a little bit before the others show up?” the Panda called eager. “Salmon!” They are so committed. You sighted out loud.
Looking around, you could spot Yuuji talking to Satoru. The pink haired boy was desperately trying to hype him up, seems like Satoru was not really having it today.
Turning to your right, your eyes captured Megumi. He was observing the spectacle of Nobara, Panda and Toge in front of him. “Megumi! Move your butt over and help us!” Maki screamed at the black haired.
“I’d rather not.”
Letting out a small chuckle, which led Megumi to take a glance at you now. Looking right back at him, you squinted your eyes while smiling widely.
Moments like this made you realize how lucky you where to be here.
Still observing the boy beside you, you noticed how the collar of his neatly buttoned up shirt was kinda messy. Should I tell him? You desperately wanted to fix it. Shifting on your feet you slightly glanced over to him again. Come on y/n! Just do it for him!
Giving yourself a small pep talk you hesitantly walked up to him.
“Can I?” you asked with a small voice while pointing to his collar. It took him a second to understand what you were implying to. When he spotted his messy shirt he just nodded at you. The tips of his ears turned red after you started working your hands on his neck. Your thumbs where brushing his skin from time to time, which also led you to blush at the situation.
After you finished fixing the collar, your hands lingered on his shoulders for a little bit longer then needed. Megumi didn’t seem to mind it, he was glaring you up and down while you where still fixated at his shirt, not daring to look up. You were too scared to meet his eyes right now. The situation was already embarrassing enough. “Finished!” you said in a happy voice after catching yourself again.
“Y/N! You take on Toge, I’ll catch Panda!” Maki shouted over to where Megumi and you stood.
“On my way!”
Going on with your day, you noticed how Megumi didn’t touch his collar once after you fixed it for him.
Her Notes: No thoughts just (my bf) Megumi :>♡Navi
who is very patient, and always wait for you to finish a call or conclude a thought before kissing you, but doesn’t even think twice before shut you up by kissing you in the most breathtaking and passionate way when you start to ramble about how he’d better without, you, even tho he knows you hate to be interrupted.
who always takes the roadside of the sidewalk, automatically, so subtle that you’re almost sure you weren’t at that side seconds ago and is always more than ready to catch you, cuz seems like it’s your special ability trip on the air, even if this means to drop all your groceries
who is not very fond of PDA, but always finds himself craving your touch, especially when you guys are out, waiting in lines, walking down the streets, whether they are full or not, so he always has a pinky interlocked on yours
who is always the first one to start a small touch, a kiss, or to assure you about something but never fails in getting pouty and flustered when you caught him out off guard, stealing a kiss, hugging him from behind and especially saying “I love you” mid-sentence when he’s scolding you for something silly
who swears he doesn’t have a type and doesn’t care about appearance cuz this doesn’t matter, but caught himself thinking about every little detail he loves about you and how he’s attracted to every and each of them, completely unaware of the smile that’s adorning his lips due to those thoughts.
tw/cw: ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP, best friends to lovers, YouTuber/streamer!Inumaki, non-speech curse user!Inumaki, food (especially alcohol), one ‘lighthearted’ swear word from reader.
a/n:based inspired by @/MjYeta’s JJK Normal Job au art on Twitter. Also my (late) entry for @ryesei’s“Be My Valentine?” collab. Dedicated to my favorite moot and YutaInu connoisseur @mitsuyaya Belated Happy Valentine’s Day *headpats* ♥️ thank you @luvvmamaia@quirrrky@osanoya for beta-reading this *huuuuuuugs* also tagging @anime-central@hanayanetwork
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Ding dong!
“Toge? It’s me, Y/N. I brought us some food and beer!”
