Newbie Ada Dazai.... He Is Confused, Lost, And Doesn't Know What To Do. His Coworkers (save For Kunikida)

newbie ada dazai.... he is confused, lost, and doesn't know what to do. his coworkers (save for kunikida) are wary of him.

newbie ada dazai trying to adjust the new environment. there are no men to serve him. there are not men for him to command. he is no longer executive. he is just... dazai. it feels freeing, but this is all so confusing.

newbie ada dazai - fukuzawa looks at him and says 'i can see him in you'. dazai simply shrugs it off.

newbie ada dazai who he is afraid of yosano and he avoids her like a plague.

newbie ada dazai trying to befriend ranpo, who always stares at him with 'i know what have you done' . dazai is secretly envious that he found someone who is smarter than him

newbie ada dazai who pretends he doesn't see that tanizaki always throws scared looks at him. he jokes with him and tanizaki suddenly flinches away

newbie ada dazai whose only friend is kunikida and he is grateful that he has such good partner. he is grateful that kunikida is only one with whom he can unwind. so, he never tells him truth - he doesn't want kunikida to treat him as someone he should avoid.

newbie ada dazai... he had hard time to find his footing in ada. he needs to earn their respect and trust. with his actions. so, he is trying to be good for them

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flufftober: grasping fingetips

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader summary: small collection of moments, where you and satoru are unable to not feel the touch of the other cw: major fluff, like borderline too much fluff, pda, established relationship, marriage, wedding, reader is smaller than satoru, no use of y/n word count: 2.2k

Always touching.

Never apart.

One would think the longer you and Satoru were together, the puppy love and clinginess would eventually wear off — it never did.

It might have something to do with the world you both lived in, which was definitely merciless at times. As Jujutsu sorcerers, it definitely took more than it gave. So there was nothing more grounding than the touch of the person you loved the most in the world.

“It’s not supposed to last more than three days. I’ll be home again before you know it,” you rushed to explain while you were frantically running around to fix the last few things before you had to leave.

Satoru was anxiously propped up against the wall, always nervous whenever you had to leave for a mission where he wasn’t assigned to help.

“And if something happens?”

His innocent and fragile question had you stop your actions to look at him, arms crossed in front of him, back slightly hunched making him look significantly shorter.

“Nothing’s happened so far, right?” You tried to reassure him, presenting with a weak smile.

He took a visible deep breath, reluctantly nodding his head in agreement. “Mhmm,” he said unconvincingly.

“I have to go now,” you breathed quietly, making your way over to him to place a comforting hand on his cheek, feeling him relax the second you came in contact with his skin. His hand instantly flew up to secure your hand in place.

And you couldn’t help how your head leaned against his chest reactively, slipping your hand away from his face to wrap both arms snuggly around his torso to bath in his warmth.

“Just imagine how nice this will feel after three days,” you hummed, closing your eyes to feel the low chuckle you managed to bring out.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait,” his strong arms circling around you.

“You don’t have much choice sadly,” you joked. When you finally felt his raging heart calm down, you slowly dared to pull away.

Loosening your grip, you let your arms slide down until your hands were softly resting in his big ones. “Three days?”

“Three days!” You confirmed. He shook his head, his familiar smile back on his face when he looked at you. And as always, you placed a kiss on his cheek before beginning to pull away, knowing you had to leave within the next five minutes.

For as long as possible, you held onto his hands, grasping at each other’s fingertips until you had to let go.

You barely had the chance to set foot within the premises of Jujutsu Tech before you were nearly tackled to the ground by a figure significantly larger than yourself.

Your arms latched on around him in response, at first you did so instinctively not to fall over — but your embrace quickly turned loving when it hit you it was Satoru who had greeted you so aggressively.

A satisfied hum left him, having been deprived of the feeling of your body for three days — which was definitely three days too long.

He hesitantly pulled his face from crook of your neck to plant a wet kiss on your lips, not pulling away until Yaga’s stern voice called his name from behind him.

“If I could steal her for the debrief-“

“Not a chance,” Satoru muttered breathlessly, barely audible behind the sounds of his peppering kisses.

He did not spare a single thought to the impatient Yaga, his hands finding yours to hold onto your delicate fingertips.

It was always the same at every meeting.

Both sat on the seats in the very back of the room like silly, lovesick teenagers. For the most part, the two of you managed to stay quiet — well, you managed to, at least.

More often than not, he leaned closer to you to whisper some lame comment that would have you swat his leg lightly while chocking back the bubbling giggle that was nearly permanent in your throat.

But like every other meeting, right before the back of your hand would make contact with his thigh, he’d snatch ahold of your it to carefully play with your fingers for the remainder of the meeting.

Quietly zoning out, letting him fiddle with each of your digits, you finally surrendered to the urge in letting your head fall on his shoulder.

Listening to the voices of the meeting, you drifted in and out of a light sleep, Satoru never stopping to play with your fingertips.

If he could be by your side, Satoru definitely would — even though it could be considered highly inconvenient.

Nanami tried not to get too distracted by the fact that Satoru had nearly his entire weight rested against your back, despite not being needed for the conversation whatsoever.

“I’m not sure I’ll be available, they’re sending me out of town again for another mission,” you said in a casual tone, seemingly unbothered by the massive creature on your back.

Nanami cleared his throat, “sending you alone again?”

“What do you think?” Delivering the rhetorical question with an amused and loving smirk, Nanami’s eyes shifting to the koala still latched onto you, just as his entire body raised with a deep sigh.

Carefully you shrugged your shoulder, eventually having reached your limits, knees threatening to give out under you. Though he wasn’t happy about it, he obliged the silent request — but there was no way he was going to not be in contact with you.

So he did what he always did, not even thinking about how his fingers tenderly grasped at yours.

He felt the soft skin of your fingers, not much on his mind other than you. While you continued your conversation, Satoru just had his gaze rested on your hands, your fingers longing to be in contact with him as much as he did yours.

“Where are you going?” You mumbled softly, a yawn escaping you as you grabbed his wrist. In your sleepy haze, you barely managed to peak your eyes open to see he was already dressed and had put his blindfolds on.

“I’m a very desired man,” he teased, feeling his weight sit down on the edge of the bed, your fingers still circling his wrist.

You let out a sad huff. “Higher ups?”

“Afraid so.” His hand slowly stroked your hair.

With small whines, you curled forward to snuggle into his sitting frame, nuzzling your face into his thigh. “Do they have no respect for the importance of sleeping next to your partner?” You heard a low laugh as he continued to stroke the back of your head.

“Nah, that would require someone having to put up with them.” You wanted to laugh, try to enjoy the few moments you had before he would leave you alone in the bed that was way too big for one person.

He felt your grip tighten. “Please stay.”

You were his one and only weakness, wanting nothing more than to lay back down beside you, share the warmth as he felt your breathing fall into a steady pace of sleep.

“Wait,” you spoke again before he had the chance to respond. You knew Satoru, through and through, and he would end up doing as you asked — which would end up punishing the both of you in the long run. The higher ups would be on his and your neck, and suddenly you would both be stuck on missions where you’d be cursed to spend even more time apart. “Forget it.”

“Come again?” He said in disbelief.

“We know what will happen if you don’t go.” Though your words came out muffled against his leg, he managed to make out what you said — and also what you meant.

He took a deep breath through the nose, pressing a kiss on your temple before begrudgingly getting back on his feet — only for him to not be able to stand up fully, tugged back by your never wavering grip on him. “You kinda have to let go in order for me to leave, sweetheart.” You heard how he was trying to force his cheerful persona to show, but his true feelings shined through.

Without another word, only a displeased huff, you loosened your grip and letting his hand start to slip out of yours, eventually losing touch with his fingertips.

“Is this really necessary?” He asked smugly, hands resting on your waist, stopping you from leaving the apartment.

“It’s tradition, Satoru-“

“Tradition has never been my style,” the smile still lingering as he leaned forward to press an oh so tempting little peck, nearly having you surrender to his request.

“It’s also bad luck!” You argued, managing to pull your head back.

He scoffed. “Let the bad luck come, I am the strongest after all-.”

“Satoru,” you whined when he leaned in once again, having you reach far within yourself to resist the urges.

“Yes?” Teasingly smiling at you.

“It’s one night.”

There was nothing you hated more than spending a night away from Satoru, especially when you had no particular reason not to. There was no hiding the fact that you just felt safer in his presence, which always helped you sleep better.

Peeling your arms away from around his neck, initially planning on getting your stuff and start backing away towards the exit, but your hands had other plans. They found his strong fingers in an instant, letting your arms hang between you.

“Guess this is another one of those times where I don’t have a choice?”

“You’re learning,” you teased, mouth hanging open in feigned surprise, earning you a squeeze of the hand.

“Watch it,” he laughed along, placing one last kiss on the tip of your nose before he finally allowed you to start your departure.

And your goodbye went how it always did — one last kiss on the cheek, outstretched arms, holding onto each other as long as you could before you eventually had to let go of each other’s fingertips.

Satoru was unable to contain himself, anxious but excited nerves filling his entire being, waiting for you to talk down that isle.

His fingers were itching to feel you again. Though it had only been a little under 24 hours since he had last seen you, it had felt like an eternity when such a future was right around the corner.

And finally, you made yourself known, standing in the most beautiful gown with an array of colourful flowers in your hands — if it was even possible, Satoru grew more restless, watching as you approached, his smile stretching further across his face the closer you got.

The second you were stood directly opposite him, you handed over the bouquet to your maid of honour and grabbed his hands, which were hovering in the air between you, already waiting for your touch.

“You okay?” He whispered, the tiniest shimmer flashing in his eyes.

You nodded eagerly, barely able to stand as the day you had waited for with much anticipation, had finally arrived. “You?”

“I’m great. You look beautiful.” His voice remained low, leaving the conversation private for just the two of you.

Both of you wallowed in the euphoric wedding bliss, feeling as you might as well be the only two people in the room. All the moments you’d shared along the way, both good and bad, leading up to this moment where you would just get to unabashedly celebrate the love you shared.

His eyes, always so kind, gazing at you as if you were the only person in the world to him — no, not just that, but his sole purpose. Tenderly letting his thumbs travel across your knuckles, leaving trails of tingling sparks in the touch’s memory.

“You may now kiss the-“ the sentence never even came out in full before Satoru had swooped your frame into his arms, placing the long-awaited sign of his devotion on your plush lips, all your friends and family erupting in wild cheers.

People, who would always look the other way when the two of you indulged in your usual intense display of affection, were drying the corners of their eyes as you walked hand in hand down the decorated isle.

And for the entire evening, no one ever saw you apart. If people didn’t know any better, they would think you were sewn together.

When participating in small talk with guests together, he had his hand on your waist to pull you as close to him as possible, while you had a hand on his chest, constant light fiddling with the hem of his suit jacket.

But eventually you would end up in conversations with different people — but it still seemed impossible for you to let go of each other. Satoru was annoying talking to Nanami, left arm fully extended to hold onto your dainty fingertips. Your right arm, also extended as far as humanly possible, participating in a conversation separated from your husband.

It never fades away.

Through thick and thin, feeling the other skin against one’s own, even if it’s just the briefest touch of grasping fingertips, was always something you sought to seek safety.

Always touching.

Never apart.

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a/n just a cute little something. it's not my best work, but i just needed some satoru fluff bc i miss him dearly yk, and @/spookuna's flufftober event gave me some inspiration <3

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