Itadori Yuuji

itadori yuuji

based on a dream i had oof and in honor of beginning of shibuya arc AND ITADORI BEING THE GREENEST GREEN FLAG EVER😭🫶🏻

"bye y/n, see ya' tomorrow." you wave your friend goodbye as you both have your houses opposite ways. it is already an hour after the final bell rang but you being a member of the student council, had to say back to go over the activities planned for the school festival with other members.

you turn away and walk away from the school gates as you make a mental note of some things you have to get from the department store before you actually go home.

"hey pretty girl, where are you going?" your heartbeat quickens when you find two men walking besides you. you think of ignoring them and fasten your walking pace. they laugh, "why are you trying to get away?"

it is the first time you're encountering creeps like this and you're too scared to think about what to do. one of the guy grabs your wrist, making you stop, "why don't we drop you home, yeah?"

you struggle of get your hand away from his grip. you close your eyes and let out a breath and open them again as you face the two old men in front of you. disgusting.

"i am actually with a friend. he should be getting here soon, so you can go your own ways." you thought that if you announce that you have a boy with you, they'd leave you alone but they just chuckle.

"oh yeah? you can just forget about him and come-" the man couldn't finish his sentence as you're joined by another person. all three pairs of eyes are on the new company you've got.

you let out a sigh of relief as you recognized the new person to be itadori yuuji, one of your classmates. he is looking at the two men with a stern expression on his face and he yanks the man's hands off of your wrist.

"itadori.." you mumble his name as he comes between you and the two men. "you don't have to trouble yourself, i am here so i'm gonna take her from here." he tightens his grip on the man's wrist, and him being physically strong, the man winces and pulls his hand away from itadori.

itadori grabs your wrist and starts walking away from them. you keep yourself close to him in case they do something again. thankfully the guys didn't bother again but still itadori holds your wrist, only letting go after getting quite away from the place where they were.

he stops and looks behind, letting out a breath when he sees no one behind you two, he lets go of your hand and cups your face, looking at you, "are you okay? did they hurt you?" he asked, worried if he was late.

you shake your head, "no. i am fine. thank you so much." you keep your hands on top of his own, "that.. was really scary." you close your eyes and take slow steady breaths, in and out.

you stay in the same position and when you finally open your eyes, you find itadori's face full of worry. you smile at him, "i'm fine now though. don't worry."

he gives you a little smile, "let me drop you home, okay?" you nod, no way you could say no to that cute face. luickly, you were already on pretty friendly terms with him so it wasn't awkward even when you had nothing really to say to him on the way back.

"what were you doing at this hour?" you ask, since he is still in his school uniform and he was coming from your school's direction before. " oh.." he chuckles and scratches the back of his head, "our club had a meeting. you know since the club doesn't do actual club like works, but it is fun to be around them."

you smile at him, "yeah i get it. hey i need to stop by the store to get some things. you can go."

"woah you're telling that as if you wanna get rid of me." you look at him and quickly shake you head, "no no that's not what i meant." you huff out a breath when you see him laugh at you, "so not funny you know."

"no it was funny.. sorry." he stops laughing and looks at you with a smile, "let me accompany you, yeah?" you start walking ahead, "yeah sure. whatever you wanna do."

If Yuji lives poor boy is going to be experiencing a fate worse than death

Hi Sarah could I request a little thing where maybe the reader is pregnant but not with Eddie’s baby when she meets Eddie?

Hiii babes!! So this is my first time doing something like this so I hope you enjoy it!! I might make a little tiny series based off this but we shall see!! 💖

*Eddie knows two things, one is he wants to be with you and the second is that you’re keeping something from him*

“You don’t want to be with me Eddie I’m serious.” Eddie just rolls his eyes as he leans against the doorway of your bedroom with his arms crossed over his chest. “What about that girl that works with Steve? She’s cute.” You suggest as you continue folding your clothes and sorting them into piles so it’s easier for you to put them away later.

“I hate to break it to you sweetheart but Robin isn’t exactly looking to date someone…like me.” Eddie tries to explain it in the most respectable way since he’s not sure Robin has told more than a handful of people about the fact she prefers the company of women than men when it comes to romantic relationships. You just let out a huff as you place your hands on your hips before turning to face him making a small smirk form on Eddie’s face, he’s always thought you look so cute all flustered and annoyed it reminded him of the day he met you.

The two of you met a little over a month ago at the record store when you tried to snag the latest Metallica album but Eddie’s ring clad hand beat you to it, making you try to bargain with him which resulted in him leaving with your number and you leaving with the album and a promise from him that he’d call. He kept his word and called you the following day, asking if you’d at least let him come over and listen to the album together and since then he’s been making regular appearances at your apartment. Today being no different but little did you know today Eddie had a goal in mind, he wasn’t going to leave until you finally agreed to go on a date with him, something he’d spent the last two weeks trying to convince you was a good idea but you turned down every single time with no real explanation.

“Eddie there are tons of girls in Hawkins that probably have been secretly in love with you since high school or something. Just date one of them.” You watch him just shake his head and let out a deep chuckle as he pushes himself off your doorframe so he can take a step towards you.

“I don’t want any other girl.” You bite your bottom lip as he takes another step closer to you. “I like the girl that’s standing right in front of me trying so hard to convince me that we wouldn’t be good together even though we both know it’s a lie.” Eddie reaches out and pushes a few strands of your hair that have fallen out of your messy bun out of your face so he can see the slight blush that’s taken over your cheeks. You take a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you look down at your feet trying to prepare yourself to finally tell him the exact reason why you two wouldn’t be good together.

“I’m pregnant.” You feel his hand drop from your cheek as soon as the words leave your mouth. You slowly look up at him and take a small step back when you see his eyes are wide and his mouth slightly hung open.

“You’re…wait that’s…that’s not…” You watch him run his hands through his hair as he turns and starts pacing the length of your bed. “That’s not possible? We…we haven’t even kissed?” He stops pacing and stares at you before his eyes drop to your stomach making you instinctively place a hand to the front of it. “This makes no sense.” You just give him a small smile as you walk over to him and grab both of his hands.

“Eddie you’re not the father.” You can’t help but laugh as he lets out a loud sigh of relief as you give his hands a little squeeze. “But you keep asking why we can’t be together and this,” you let go of one of this hands so you can place your hand on your stomach. “This is why. I’m pregnant with someone else’s baby and I’d never want to drag you into something this serious when we haven’t even known each other that long.” Eddie nods his head as you finally give him the real explanation as to why you’ve been turning him down the past few weeks.

“Does the father know?” Eddie asks as he feels you mess with the rings on his fingers. You look at him and just give him a little nod, knowing what his next question was going to be you feel a small lump form in the back of your throat. “Does he want to be involved?” He hates the way your eyes get glossy and your bottom lip starts to quiver as you look away from him as you shake your head, wordlessly answering his question. “So this…is a lot but…honestly,” you feel Eddie’s hand gently cup your cheek so he can turn your head so you’re looking at him. “It doesn’t change the fact I still like the girl standing right in front of me.” You feel his thumb brush your cheek as a few tears fall from your eyes as he speaks.

“I can’t ask you to be with me when my whole life is about to change. Did you miss the part where I said I’m pregnant? Im going to have a baby in like seven months.” Eddie just playfully rolls his eyes as he brings his other hand up so he can gently hold your face in his hands.

“Trust me sweetheart I heard you. But you don’t have to ask me okay? I volunteer, I want to be with you. So please just let me take you on a damn date already so we can get this show on the road since like you said…you’re having a baby in like seven months.” You can’t help but smile as he leans down so his forehead is resting against yours. “You don’t have to do this alone.” He adds as he places a kiss to your tear stained cheeks.

“Okay.” Eddie just grins as you reach up and place your hands over his that are still holding the sides of your face. “You can take me on a date.” 💖

“what’s on these?” megumi asks, holding up a box of memory cards.

cleaning day always unearthed all types of lost and forgotten items. sometimes it was clothes long forgotten in you and gojo’s closet, other times it was the kid’s old books or toys. you knew every inch of your little apartment, so most times you could identify any mystery items that came up.

“i don’t know,” you hum, plucking a card from the box to inspect it a little more closely. the only hint as to what’s actually on it seems to just be a date.

2006

…and it’s in gojo’s handwriting.

curious, you pop one into the video player and turn on the tv. the kids join you on the couch, clearly eager to entertain any distraction from your cleaning crusade.

when the screen flickers to life, a familiar courtyard comes into view.

you can’t help the gasp when haibara comes into focus…but then you see satoru standing standing across from him, arms spread out.

“who is that?” megumi asks, pointing at haibara.

you think of the bright smile of the boy still lingering in the edges of your memory and tell him, softly, “an old friend.”

“suguru!” gojo shouts, looking towards the person holding the camera. he’s all messy hair and wide smiles, exactly how you remember him in his youth. “make sure you get this one!”

geto grumbles someone about how he’s paying attention, and suddenly you remember exactly what this is.

“ah, these are from when yaga would make us record ourselves practicing cursed technique application,” you explain as a haibara lines up a shot with a pencil.

the pencil hits gojo in the face, gifting him a small cut on his cheek. “ah, shit!”

behind the camera you can hear nanami and geto laughing haibara apologizes profusely, and shoko comes over to practice her healing. you come over too, holding a cloth.

“don’t pout,” your younger self says, reaching up to wipe a thin trail of blood from his cheek. “you’ll get it next time.”

as soon you turn away, you hear geto snicker and the camera suddenly zooms in on gojo’s face.

he’s blushing.

“ugh,” you hear him groan behind the three of you, finally finished cleaning the bathroom. “are we done cleaning yet?”

“we’re taking a break!” tsumiki tells him, as megumi pops another card in.

gojo ignores megumi’s protests, stealing the spot on the couch next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders with a smirk. “move your feet, lose your seat.”

tsumiki, angel that she is, moves over so her brother can sit on your other side as the video starts.

this time, gojo is the one recording, holding the camera out so it’s pointed at his own smiling face. “haibara versus nanami, round one!”

you feel your boyfriend stiffen beside you, looking over to see an odd look on his face. “oh, fuck—”

“jar,” megumi says flatly.

he glares at the kid, and is about to get up when you stop him. “wait! i want to watch this!”

he slumps back, throwing an arm over his eyes as he groans dramatically. ignoring him, you watch the fight play out, which ends with haibara whining whilst in a headlock.

you hear geto’s murmured commentary off camera as nanami releases his classmate, expecting the video to zoom in on the victor.

but it drifts a little to the left, where you’re laughing with shoko on the sidelines.

“so obvious,” geto scoffs. the video wobbles for a moment before being pointed directly at the tips of satoru’s shoes, then ends abruptly.

when you glance over at satoru, he’s pulled his sunglasses over his eyes as if they can hide his pink cheeks.

the next videos are similar. memories of your past viewed through a different lens, showing you things you’d never picked up on when you were living them.

some moments you watch with an aching heart. like when suguru leans close to you and makes a joke at satoru’s expense, or when you reach up to ruffle haibara’s hair.

(moments with cherished friends proving that the grief of losing them never got any lighter as you moved forward with your life, but at some point you’d just gotten used to carrying the weight.)

but what might be most interesting is seeing yourself in satoru’s eyes.

his focus, whether he was the one holding the camera or not, always seemed to drift to you. for all the times he’d denied crushing on you in your early years, the camera proves otherwise.

the way he peeks at you shyly as you fix your hair before a fight.

the way he reaches out insticntively whenever you’re knocked backwards.

the way he smiles brightly whenever you laugh at one of his jokes.

the way your gaze would occasionally meet his, and his smile seemed to come naturally.

“okay, that’s enough for tonight,” satoru announces, shutting the tv off and shooing the children away. “go clean your rooms, you freeloaders.”

you stand, looping your arms around his neck before he can run away. smiling, you gently pull his glasses off, tossing them onto the couch.

“hey! those are gucci—”

you shut him up with a kiss, feeling the way his lips curve upwards against yours. “i love you, you know that?”

blue eyes meet yours, the pensive look he’d been wearing melting into something a little softer. something reserved for you. “you’re obsessed with me, i know.”

you simply laugh, letting him dip down to give you another kiss.

(because you’d had his heart in your pocket long before either of you had realized.)

ok i know we always talk about girl dad satoru but imagine boy dad satoru and his lil gentlemanly lessons.

it happens for the first time when you go to take your seatbelt off and get out of the car as soon as it’s parked, but there’s a little voice from the back saying “wait mommy! wait!” and satoru’s nodding like “yeah, wait mommy!” with a knowing grin. you watch him get out of the drivers seat and jog over to help your son out of his car seat before they both make their way to your door. it’s teamwork: satoru opens, and your son holds a tiny hand out for you as he says, “hold my hand mommy, don’t fall!” you walk with satoru trailing behind you both, smiling in amusement as he tells your son “remember kiddo, we never let mommy open her own doors!”

and from then on it’s always a small squeal of “no! mommy stop!” when you’re about to sit down, just so they can jog up and pull the chair out for you and push you in once you’re seated. there’s that routine “after you, mommy!” when he lets you out the door first because it’s always ladies first, of course. there’s always a strict, “mommy’s cold! give her your jacket” you hear thrown at satoru with tiny hands on hips that makes you giggle as satoru shrugs off his jacket with a huff from being scolded. sometimes, there’s a “for you mommy!” before a small bundle of flowers is pressed to your hand as satoru grumbles from the back that he paid, so he should be able to give it to you.

you can’t help but pick your son up every time and kiss his cheeks, grinning as you murmur, “what a sweet little gentleman i have to take care of me.”

and satoru’s always pouting, always standing in the back as he whines out a petulant, “i taught him all that! what about me?”

so you kiss him too—because he treats you just as good, teaches your son to be even better, in fact. and you love your boys, and they never let you forget they love you too.