Drowsy

Drowsy

Summary: You're overworking yourself lately and it concerned Gojo.

Warning: lotta fluff. Soft!Gojo. Grammar mistakes as expected. And yeah that's it. I recommended you to listen to By Your Side by Junny while reading this! I'll put the spotify link below :3

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A yawn escaped your lips again for the nth time today. Yesterday mission was anything but easy. You faced two special grade curses that have annoyingly quick regeneration ability and the other is producing neurotoxin which paralyzed your whole senses.

It's quite overwhelming but not something you can't defeat—you're a special grade sorcerer for a reason. It resulted in you went back to the school so late at night and missed your sleep because you need to make a report about it as soon as you arrived. You remembered Ijichi looking at you with silent sympathy in his tired eyes, even going as far as buying you some onigiri and hot coffee to accompany you while doing your work overtime.

You checked the coffee and chocolate croissant in the paper bag you've just brought from the nearby cafe. It's the least you can do to repay his good deeds to you.

"Hello, Y/N!" Satoru chirped and you immediately frowned. The former whined when seeing the change in your expression. "I haven't done anything yet..."

"And refrain from doing anything, at all." You added.

He looked at you, walking beside you with that ridiculously long legs of his. You can feel him analyzing your face for a moment even if his eyes covered with his signature blindfold. "Bad day?"

You don't want to indulge him. But you can't ignore the softness in his voice, he's being genuinely worried for you. You're not that rude to brush off his concern for you. "Yeah." The weariness in your voice is evident, his eyebrow knitted to made a frown behind his blindfold.

"Wanna go to a cafe with me after this?" He couldn't help himself from smiling when you chuckled.

"No." It's expected from you.

"Rude. I'm trying to cheer you up." He fake scoffed. "And you're declining me without any consideration at all?!"

He's so loud but somehow you didn't mind. Seeing his cheery and way too noisy figure doesn't feel that bad. Especially when you knew he did this to cheer you up, although it made the pounding in your head just feels slightly harder.

"I got a job this noon." You explained and he frowned even deeper, almost looked like he's angry if you don't know him that well. "Maybe next time."

"You've been through a lot of mission lately." He stated.

"And so are you." Your voice cracks and he flinched.

"... Take care of yourself." He mumbled annoyedly. He's not angry at you but at the higher-ups that literally overworked you until your throat sore and your voice cracked.

Why didn't they assigned the missions to him? He would finish it sooner and you get a day worth of rest— he doesn't mean to underestimate your strength, but you've clearly reached your limit here. Another overtime and maybe your body would snap and break. If that bounds to happen....

"You look scary." You elbowed him. "Stop frowning. It doesn't suit you."

"You're the one who started frowning!"

"Only when i see you."

"How! Rude!" He folded his arms in a childish manner and you found him endearing instead—but please, don't tell him that. You don't wanna boost his already flaring ego.

"Yeah, yeah." You reached for the paper bag in hand. "Here." You handed him one of the chocolate croissant.

"Huh?" He quickly pulled his blindfold down before looking at you with literal sparkles in his eyes. "For me?"

"Yeah." You said between the sleepy blink of your eyes. "Don't starve yourself. I gotta go, bye." He watched you ran a little towards the office.

He grabbed the croissant in his hand, still wrapped in paper bag but he can feel the warmth radiating from it. Freshly baked, he thought.

His hand opened the wrapper and took a bite. The soft buttery bread clashed with the gooey chocolate inside his mouth. Soft, sweet, warm, a bit salty but delicious nonetheless. Just like you.

A sigh came out from his pink lips. "Really... I just told her to take care of herself first."

He's trying to sound annoyed but his word came out gentle instead, dripping with adoration in each word. "What should i do to you?"

"Th-th-thank you, Y/N-san... You really don't have to do this..." Ijichi received the paper bag you've brought with a tearful eyes and wide smile on his tired face.

"It's nothing, Ijichi-san. I hope you like it." You bid him goodbye and he waved at you with a smile . It's just a little act but you always feel warm every time you did it.

"Y/N-saaaaannn!" You looked to the side where the first years were practicing on the field. Itadori greeted you first, he's waving his hand at you with a wide grin on his face.

'A sunshine.' You thought to yourself.

The said boy made his way over. "Are you going to train with us?!"

You chuckled and giving him a pat on his pink hair. "Unfortunately, no. I got a mission today."

"Aww, sucks."

"Yeah, i know." You glanced over his shoulder where his classmates are following his trail.

"Y/N-san!" Nobara jumped to your side. "Are we going to shop after school?!"

Seeing how she's so excited, it makes you feel bad to reject her like this. "Sorry, Nobara. Maybe next time."

"You promised last week!"

"She's busy." Fushiguro followed suit. "You look tired, Y/N-san." He says with his usual stoic tone but failed to mask the worry on his face.

"It's nothing i can't handle." You smiled. "You become a bit taller, aren't you Megumi?" You can't help but to pat his spiky hair, watching in amusement when his hair bounced back to its' original form.

"Stop messing my hair." He mumbled, grumpy as he tried to remove your hand.

"Aw, Fushiguro's blushing!" Nobara and Itadori poking at his arms while snickering. He hit Itadori in the head.

"Ouch!"

"Rude!"

You stifled a laughter. They remind you to a certain loud white haired sorcerer.

"Hehe," you giggled. The young students immediately paused their bickering, looking at you in awe.

"Did she just giggled?!" Yuuji covered his mouth with one hand.

"Uh-huh! I think so!" Nobara mirrored his actions while nodding repeatedly.

"... Cute ..." Fushiguro joined the squad.

"Back to your training!" You disbanded them and they just complied disappointedly.

You sighed with content, kids and their magical wonder. This is the reason why you still continue being a sorcerer. To protect these precious young lives even if it means to break your bones and tearing your muscles while doing it. You're okay with shedding your blood, sweat, and tears for the sake of the better generation.

"Okay, gotta start working." You clenched your fist in the air.

"Sensei!" Gojo smiled when he sees his cute students approaching him to greet him—or to ask him to treat them for free foods. Either is fine with him.

"You've trained well, today!"

"Aren't you supposed to be on a mission today?" Megumi asked with one brow arched.

"I do, but i finished earlier." He hummed. "Did you see Y/N?"

"Yeah, we saw her back from a mission just now. She looks so tired, though." Yuuji answered with a concerned expression.

"I know." Gojo replied still with a smile tugging on his face, he's hiding his uneasy feeling at the thought of you dragging yourself back to the school after fighting curses left and right. "Where is she headed?"

"To the teacher office."

"Got it." He sings songs. "Rest well now, okay?"

"Oh, can you give this to her?" Yuuji hurriedly goes to the bench nearby and back with a plastic bag in his hand.

Gojo peeked inside. There's a multivitamin gummies, herbal tea, and some snacks inside with a post it note on each of them. He frowned as the envy slowly crawled inside him. "You never did this to me..."

"Huh? We did, though. We leave it to Y/N-san." Nobara admitted.

"Oh, i remembered now! Last week, the one with herbal tea, breads, and strawberry cheesecake right?"

"Eh? We just bought the herbal tea and breads, right?" Yuuji looked over to his classmates.

They nodded in unison.

Satoru bit his lips in an effort to hold back his smile. Truly sweet, he thought to himself while laughing inside.

"Okay! Then leave this to me!" His heart pounding as he goes and literally running to your location. He remembered what you said that day when you gave the treats that the students bought for him.

'Here.' You handed the plastic bag to him.

'Awww, you bought this for me? I don't know that you can be this sweet, Y/N!'

'Not me, your students.'

You're driving him insane with how sweet you can be. You never changed since high school, always looking for others first rather than yourself. He hates it at first, thinking it's too bothersome and useless but...

'Aren't you the same?'

He's been doing the same thing unconsciously and just realized after you pointed it out for him. He's not sure about what he's actually doing and why he keeps doing it. Protecting the weak and the younger ones with them being oblivious about it.

'You're a good guy.'

It's just some simple words, yet it gave a deep impact in his heart. He hates righteousness, fake justice, and pretend fidelity. His morale compass is a bit crooked because he watched how the world can turned even the most kind hearted man into a heartless and hateful murderer in the next moment.

"It takes a big heart to do what you do."

He still remembers clearly the gentleness of your voice, the hesitation when you patted his slumped shoulders that day. How you handle the strongest sorcerer like a fragile china doll in your delicate and warm hands.

"You're very kind, Gojo."

You saw through him like he was made with glass. It awakens something inside of him, where he sees the world just a bit brighter and more tolerable. He found his path and reason to keep fighting because of you.

The same person who he held close to his heart... The girl who radiates warm and kindness is now slowly broken under the pressure of work and the selfish orders by the ignorant higher-ups. He never thought he's able to feel this, heart cracked daily at the sight of your sleep deprived figure dragging your heavy body to school everyday.

He wants nothing but to take you by his arms and affectionately shove you into a tropical resort or something so you can stop working and get an actual rest.

While he was deep in his thoughts, he has arrived in the front door of the teachers office.

He opened the door and found you snoring on your desk. Laptop's still on with a document opened, waiting to be typed.

"She's deep asleep." He mumbled, moving some strands of your hair on your face.

The dark bags under your eyes doesn't affected your beautiful visage. Tired and peaceful, he wondered how many nights you've spent sleeping on this narrow desk of yours.

He puts the plastic bag on the desk beside and contemplating whether to move you to your dorm or not.

But you beats him to it by cracking one eye open. "Satoru?"

Oh, how his heart flutters when you called him like that instead of his first name. "Yes?" His voice is gentle like the wind, soothing and deficit of any teasing and arrogance.

"What time is it now?" You asked.

"Eight."

"Damnit, my deadline." You pushed yourself from the desk, wiping the drool on the side of your lips with your sleeve. You begin scrolling on the laptop and noticed he hasn't left yet.

"What're you doing here?" You asked.

"Accompanying you."

"You don't have to."

"I insist." He leaned a bit to see the document you've typed. "You still have a long way to go."

"Ugh, i know." You groaned. "I'll be dead tomorrow. That's for sure."

"Not on my watch." Satoru took over your laptop. "Go on, rest some more."

"You don't even know the details of my mission, Satoru."

Satoru smiled knowingly. He pulled his blindfold off his face and looking at you with that pretty eyes of his. "I know, i asked Ijichi for details."

"You bullied him again, weren't you?"

"How mean! I'm being good to him, even when i know you also gave him coffee and croissant!"

"Why would you be mad at that?"

"You're supposed to give that to me only." He's being petty right now. But who wouldn't? He's been trying to catch your attention for years, hoping you would understand the meaning behind his playful teasing and subtle flirting masked as a joke—cause he can't handle rejection from you. And if it does happen, Oh, it would be the literal end of Gojo Satoru.

However even after years has passed, you're still completely blind for all of his advances. You don't know how many nights he spent sleepless at the thought of you alone, overthinking things and trying to cheer himself again to meet you the next morning. Thus, the circle continues.

The funny thing is, even if he's so mad at you for being so dense and adorably stupid—he can't bring himself to move on or ignore you. No, he'll come back running at you with tail wagging, begging for a speck of attention from you.

You're so oblivious on how much power you hold over him.

"If you want it that bad, I will buy another for you tomorrow." You tried to rub off the sleep from your slightly teary eyes. Hair is sticking in every direction, yet you look more stunning than those magazine models.

Ugh, his poor heart.

How can you be so adorable while breaking his heart like that?

He's in a dilemma. He doesn't know if he wants to fight you or to kiss you.

Hint: he would choose the latter.

"Sure." He decided to leave it there. He took a nearby stool and pull it beside you. As soon as he sits, his long fingers started to glide along the keyboard to begin typing.

You looked him in quiet. He always looks stupid and carefree, you almosy forgot that he's one of the smartest students in school back then. His way of working is fast, paragraphs are starting to form in each passing moment. You just need a quick glance at the screen and know he's actually doing a good job writing the report.

He's silent too. Eyes glued to the screen with occasional slight frown on his brows, long white eyelashes flutter everytime he blinked and glanced at something.

When he's serious like this, he sure looks more handsome.

Wait, handsome?

You slapped your face in disbelief.

He flinched at the loud sound.

"A ... A fly..." You explained yourself after he raised his eyebrows in confusion.

He nodded and back on typing. Too caught up in the report to notice your flustered expression.

"Lean on me if you want." He says after you put your head back on the desk.

"I'm fine like this." You answered. Not wanting to disturb him further. "Thanks."

You looked at his side profile, noticing the corner of his lips tugged upwards.

"No problem."

You didn't know how long you've slept when you felt someone carried you from the office. The ground felt farther when you opened your heavy eyelids.

"Wha..." The first thing you see is the sky above you is moving.

"I've submitted the report to Ijichi." His voice startle you for a moment. He's currently carrying you with your head on his shoulder. Thankfully no one is nearby or this would made new gossip going around in the school tomorrow. "You can take some day-offs starting tomorrow."

"Huh?" You groggily asked. His voice is barely registered because of how drowsy you are.

He chuckled at how cute you are—poor you, you must be so tired for you to fell asleep like that. He brought you to your room in the teachers' dorm, unlocking the door with the key he got from your bag and kicked it open.

"And you're home!" He's too cheerful for someone who's gone through a sudden overtime. You sometimes wonder where did he get all of those energy from.

He walked to your bedroom—he remembered it because he often came here to watch movies with you. Then he put you gently on the bed before tucking you safely behind the warmth of your blanket.

You turned your head to see him. Slightly looking tired but with a smile as sweet as honey. He always smiled when he sees you, you noticed.

"Thank you." You smiled back.

He caught off guard on how soft you smiled. The sight of you laying on your bed, eyes looking at him drowsily and almost inviting left his heart with a violent thud. It took him all of his willpower to not to succumb to his desire to hug you.

"You've said that." He smiled wider at the flutter in his heart. He yearned for this kind of moment, seeing another rare side of you like this. The silent admiration is clear on how he looked at you, his growing stare made you nervous and suddenly you became so aware of everything.

"I don't think i stress that enough." You sighed. "Come here."

He raised his eyebrow in question but does as you told. He sat at the edge of your bed.

"Closer." You demanded.

He frowned, closer?

He put his hand on the side of your head, leaning forward a bit with confusion and hesitance in his expression.

"Closer, i can't reach you."

"So bossy."

He sighed to mask the silent scream inside him. His heart pounding inside his ribcage, and he's worried if he got any closer you could hear it beating too fast. "What are you trying to do, hm?" He tried to tease you, yet the amusement sparkling on his blue eyes is evident.

"Thanking you properly." You said. Before he can mutter any other question, you propped yourself on your elbow to place a chaste kiss on his left cheek.

The quick affectionate gesture made his eyes widen in surprise.

"Thank you, Satoru." The soft whisper that came after continues to bully his heart while his mind is wreaking havoc because having too many questions flooding inside.

Is this a friendly kiss?

Or is this a sign that you like him back?

What should he do? Kiss you back?

"I-" he's at lost for words, tongue-tied and beyond flabbergasted. This situation is too sudden for him to understand. His cheeks slowly dusted with a sweet rosy hue that contrast the brilliant shade of his cerulean eyes, and you swore they had the entire constellation inside as they gazed at you.

You're back laying on the bed and found him blushing almost feverishly, which is weird because he is always shamelessly flirted with you at work—you never thought all it takes is a simple peck to make Gojo Satoru became a flustered mess like this.

"Are you okay?" You had the audacity to ask after you made his heart do somersaults and 360 and shit. You're going to be his death, he's sure of it.

"No." He sighed. "Of course I'm not." He pulled himself from you to lay his head on the edge of the bed.

You watched him in confusion. He hid his face but you still able to see the red tip of his ears, poorly hidden by his messy silvery locks.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you." He mumbled in annoyance.

"Did what?" You smiled.

"Hmmfghhh...." He sink deeper into the bed." His ears reddened when he felt your stare on him. ".... You know about it."

"Know what?" You shifted closer to him, each movements brings ripples to his chaotic heart.

"That i... Like... You... A ... Lot ..." He whispered shyly, him hiding his face didn't help your sudden quick heartbeat either. "So you did that... On purpose ..." He said, lifted his head a bit so you can see one eye glaring at you rather cutely because of how red his face is now.

"Are you?" You mused. Truth to be told, you kinda know about it. He treated you different from the others, at first you didn't think too much of it until Shoko pointed it out to you. You're still in your denial phase that went on for years just to see if he's really serious or not, after all Gojo Satoru is known for not able to make a commitment in a relationship.

But you got the proof you wanted right here.

Him completely lovestruck and looking at you with those warm and lovely eyes. How could you doubt him again?

So you held both of his cheeks with your hands. Watching his eyes grew wider at the cold feeling of your hands.

"Y/N—"

"Shush." You shut him sweetly with your lips, feeling him tense under your gentle touch.

He groaned softly before kissing you back as passionate as you are. His large hand found way to the back of your head, pushing you slightly closer to him, wanting to taste you even deeper.

How he yearned for you and now he got a taste of you, he can't get enough. He wants more, deepening the kiss by tilting his head to the side.

His other hand held your cheek in place, his slightly calloused skin grazed your skin in the utmost gentleness and your heart swell at the little gesture.

You pulled back first to breathe—and he chase you for a peck, another peck, and then another kiss.

"Satoru—" you called him between kisses, warning him about the shortness of air in your lungs.

"A bit more," he breathed. "Please." He blinked at you with those hopeful eyes.

A hit to your heart.

Ah, how can you deny him like that?

You nodded and he leaned forward to seal your lips with his soft ones again. This time is more passionate and full of unspoken feelings, too intense that you fell on the bed with him straddling you, smooching the air out of your body—literally.

"I love you," he whispered after he finally pulled back. Drunk hazed smile on his flushed face just adds to his cuteness.

Another hit to your heart.

"I know." You whispered back with a smile.

"If you know, then..." He paused before putting his chin on your collarbone, pair of sapphire looking at you with a gentle smile on his kiss swollen lips.

"Be mine?♡"

Kicking my feet in the air while writing this.

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Everyone talks about "being a child is not a sin" but why does no one talk about "it's unforgivable to steal the youth from children"?

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I SWEAR TO GOD IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO MY GOTH BABT CHOSO I WILL FIGHT GEGE

I see you unfollowing. Good. Don’t fucking stop. This blog is pro choice, pro gay, pro black, pro trans, pro sex work, pro go fuck yourself

Thank you!! This is so cute, and I love it, kyo deserves the world and more!

I just saw you write for fruits basket. An I nearly screamed, an feel out of my chair at this laundry mat.

Could I request a head cannon with Kyo? An giving him flowers, an making a flower crown for him, cuz this guy needs some kind of love an affection. (Though Torhu does that for all of us.)

Thank you in advance

flower crown | kyo sohma x gn!reader

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content: fluff, takes place after the curse broke

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crowds have never been his thing. during class, or on trips, kyo had a habit of either sitting in the corner of the room or going somewhere quiet. things were different now, however. he was no longer tied down to the zodiac curse, yet old habits are hard to break.

since the end of their high school lives was approaching, the third year classes organized a picnic with the approval of the teachers. it took almost a month for the exciting day to come.

friends broke out into their respective groups and sat at different tables and blankets. the student council had to basically run the event, so yuki wasn’t at their blanket. hiroshi and yusuke were sticking by the food tables, and the 3 girls plus you were roaming around the hill decorated with flowers. this left kyo to do his own thing at the blanket, which was set down further away from everyone else’s.

he didn’t know how much time had passed until you joined him at the picnic. there was no one else, just you and kyo.

“i have a gift for you,” you smiled innocently at him, holding something behind his back.

he joked, “that’s the smile of someone who’s about to pull a prank.”

“hey! is not.”

“kidding, kidding. so, what do you have for me?” kyo asked.

“i made it myself, believe it or not. tohru had to help me with it, though. she’s an angel sent from heaven.”

you weren’t the most crafty, but you tried your best to create something simple for kyo. you pulled out the surprise from your back and held it in front of him. you held it gently, scared it might break at any moment.

“i’m not sure how sturdy it is, but at least it looks good… i think,” you chuckled.

kyo looked at your hands, surprised. you held your delicately made flower crown, which was made of daisies, a bit higher. he understood what you were trying to convey and bowed his head. he kept his head down until set it on his head properly, clapping your hands once.

“aw, it definitely brings out a cuter side of you,” you gushed, the smile on your face growing wider.

kyo shyly looked away with a growing blush on his cheeks, “don’t call me cute…”

“but it’s true,” you hugged him. “from where we started to where we are now, i always thought you were cute. i’m glad i met you, a boy who deserves the world.”

kyo’s eyes softened when he looked down at you. he picked your head off of his chest with his two hands before pulling you into a kiss. at that moment, he had no care for if someone was looking. right now, it was just you and him.

“thank you, y/n. thank you for this, thank you for everything. i love you,” he pressed his forehead against yours,

you cupped his hands with yours, “i love you too, kyo. thank you for letting me in.”

note: note: um, it’s been over a year since this request was sent in… i went on break for months so i’m sorry i’m only getting to this now </3 i was just looking at my drafts when i saw this all the way down. this is also in drabble form because i thought it’s be better to write 🙏🏻 was just looking at my drafts when i saw this all the way down. this is also in drabble form because i thought it’d be better to write 🙏🏻

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HE MAKES YOU SCARED - pt 2

⤷ includes: gojo, geto; nanami, sukuna

— warnings: mentions of blood, gore and death

ᴀ/ɴ: it’s angst time, buckle up <3 hurt no comfort, we cry like men also f!reader in sukuna’s, the rest are gn!reader

GOJO SATORU:

you wouldn’t call yourself needy, like really. you, like any normal lover, just wanted to spend some time with your husband. you are also quite understanding of his situation, and a proof of that is the last time you guy had an actual date was a good two month ago.

however, it was really bothering you now and you really missed him.

today, he is back home, but who knows for how long so you approach him, “‘toru?” and he hums, a little irritated you sense, but continue nonetheless, “can I ask you something?” satoru lifts his blindfold and you can see the strain in the corner of his eyes, as he raises an eyebrow in inquiry, “yeah?”

“um…are you free to go on a date like soon?”

he closes his eyes, inhaling deeply then stands up, “y/n,” and you nod, “listen, I know we don’t spend time together, but can’t you just look at things from my point of view?”

“what?” you say in disbelief while he continues running a hand through his hair, his blindfold long forgotten on the floor.

“I am a sorcerer; I have duties. I get that your job gives you more free space, but I am fucking busy and even the days I am not required for a job, I am left tired and irritated,” and he looks at you dead in the eye, “so you should at least be more considerate and stop your nagging.”

he walks to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee and he hears you mutter, “you asshole…”

gojo turns to you, “excuse me?”

“you asshole, you fucking asshole!” you yell and your eyes are now filled with tears, tears you’re so desperately trying to hold back, “have you gotten so in your head that you can’t see what I am doing for you?” you scream and he stares at you in disbelief.

“oh really? I am the asshole now?” he eggs you on and you reply just as aggressive.

“well, yes obviously since you seem so good at dismissing everything I have done and belittling my work, you fucking ass!”

he walks to you, cup in hand, and aura you’re so unfamiliar with that it frightens you a little, “if you’re gonna keep bitching,” and his hand is raised up high, “THEN YOU SHOULD AT LEAST DO SOMETHING RIGHT FIRST!” and the mug meets the floor in a loud crash, a dirty carpet, and glass everywhere.

the only sound after that is gojo’s heavy breaths and your choked sobs.

slowly, he comes to his senses and his eyes are far clearer, no more anger and rage behind them, “y/n, wait I—“ and he reaches out for you, only for you to slap his hand away.

“DON’T GET NEAR ME!” you yell, your chest shaking with so much fear and pain before getting out of the mansion and heading to shoko’s as she is now the only source of comfort for you.

gojo’s back is now against the wall as he curses, “god damn it!”

NANAMI KENTO:

your husband is a rather calm and collected person in general, so it was quite rare getting to see him angry.

that’s one of the reasons you were caught really off guard when it happened today.

“y/n dear, please, all I am asking is for you is to be a bit more responsible and do the chores like I do.”

you cross your arms, “well, breaking news, not everyone is like you.”

he sighs, “no need to give me any sass; I am merely asking you for some sense.”

“oh really?” you quirk an eyebrow, “now, all I do is nonsense and I am a completely irresponsible, and useless adult; oh maybe even a child! right?!”

nanami pinches the bridge of his nose, “y/n, I don’t want to argue,” his eyes meet yours for a moment making you flinch lightly, “I am not in the mood. you can drop it now.”

“you can’t just start a conversation then end it half-way, kento!”

and for the first time ever, you hear your husband raise his voice at you, “WELL A CONVERSATION WITH YOU ALWAYS LEADS TO YELLING AND PURE ANNOYANCE!” he gives his back to you, “maybe if you kept it down, then you would’ve been able to notice that,” his voice dangerously low.

his hand gets nearer to you, and you can’t help the arms that come to shield you from what would’ve come. you stay like that for a bit before untangling them and your gaze lands on your husband.

he’s shocked and wounded; he’s disappointed at himself for letting you feel this way, but did you really not trust him to the point you had to shield yourself from him? he was only going to get his cup of coffee so he can go cool down and later come to talk about the issue in a more civilized manner.

but now, all he could think about is the fear in your eyes, you finally open your mouth, a call for of his name leaves it, “kento, I didn’t mean—“

“excuse me,” he says, not adding any other word before leaving the house, leaving you alone to think and think about what happened. will this cause your gem of a relationship to crack? will he leave? is he done?

GETO SUGURU:

you are already aware of what your husband does, at least the fact that he makes non-sorcerers worship him as he steals the curses on them for himself to make an army.

even with that though, he never let you see what he actually does so you don’t get uncomfortable, and you understand.

though you didn’t expect to come back from work, a job in a nearby bakery since you quit jujustu, to heart-wrenching screams coming from one of the rooms in the house. you take off your shoes, to soften your steps, and slowly making your way to the door of said room.

it was a little open, which explained why the screams were heard, but still, how can it be so loud? just what is happening to the person?

you finally decide to peak, and are met with a sight that will possibly scar you for life.

in all your life, even when you were a sorcerer, you have never seen anything as bloody and scarring as what you are seeing: limbs separated, being feasted on by wild and barbaric beasts and curses, but you don’t know if the scenery really is the problem or the fact that your husband, who’s as gentle as a petal with you, is the the one doing that.

all of that with a smirk on his face, “damn monkeys; you’re the lowest form of life.”

your feet move without thinking, not caring anymore about making a sound or not, your instincts are telling you to run, run, run.

so you do until your legs give out when you’re right in front of the entrance of your “home”, heavy breaths escape you and you hear a tender voice, “y/n, honey, what’s wrong?”

you turn to him, slowly, and his hand makes it way to your face and once it touches, you cry, you cry your eyes out. his eyes widen in alarm and he tires to envelope you in his arms, but your arms are weakly hitting his chest, “please let me go,” a sob escapes your lips with so much force it makes you cough, “don’t hurt me,please,” and realization takes over him.

“PLEASE DON’T HURT ME! PLEASE SUGURU!” you scream, terrified; what if all what he was with you was a mere plan to lead you into the same fate?

lost in your own thoughts and fears, you don’t see the tears that cascade down your lover’s face slowly, almost unnoticeable.

his heart is aching and a lump in his throat forms, you think he will hurt you?

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

he had strictly told you not to leave the grounds of the palace, but ol’ little you wanted to explore the gardens and fields behind the fence, so what’s the best option? go off and explore, but now thinking about it, you should’ve at least taken a servant to be with you cause now you’re kind of lost.

you’re praying that sukuna doesn’t find you here and instead uses another route, but at the same you want someone to help you. however still, you’ve heard all of the tales about what happened to the women who didn’t listen to him, and they frightened you to the core.

some say that one of them was hung on a tree above a swamp so she can “rot where she belongs” and another one was thrown to a bunch of predators to feast on her while sukuna watched, almost bored.

you needed to find a way back quickly; you look around, finally noticing the footsteps you took and hurriedly following them till you’re finally back at the entrance.

you cheer quietly, happy to be back and without him finding you out, but as soon as you try to enter, you’re stopped by a guard.

“can I help you, sir?”

he eyes you up and down, “aren’t you the king’s current concubine?” and you nod.

for some reason, he grabs you by the hair harshly making you scream, “didn’t he tell you not to exist this place? you’re just a glutton of punishment like all of the others.”

you’re thrown onto the ground once again, and the guard nears your whimpering form, “disobedience is a bad sin, little girl,” and just before the spear pierces through your chest, the man is sliced to 7 pieces.

he is also stepped on by a foot, and when you look up to see its owner, it’s none other than sukuna.

you sit up to bow your head quickly, crying and sobbing, barely keeping it together as you think your end has come, “please, my lord forgive me! I only wanted to see the flowers! please, I will never disobey you again! I beg you, please don’t kill me!”

the man can only look in bewilderment, just what nonsense are you spouting? “woman, stand up.”

you never thought that your life actually flashes through your eyes.

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