I Dont Take Hints. Throw A Rock At Me

I don’t take hints. Throw a rock at me

When I finish writing this itafushi+suku fic, it's over for you guys. Just .... have to write the se/x scene.....

the outlines of megumi's scars looking like ryomen's eyes. forever intertwined, both horrifically and romantically. a part of me will forever be a part of you. people will look at you and see me. you're mine. as you always were. now there's physical, observable evidence, the kind you can't erase no matter how hard you might try to deny it.

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Itafushi/Fushiita that love like breathing. Love comes so naturally to them. Itadori expresses his love by taking Fushiguro into consideration with everything he does: will Megumi like to have this for dinner? Should I make him this coffee, or this one? Would Megumi like this color? Would Megumi like to be surprised or would he prefer me climbing into his bed later and giving him silent snuggles? Megumi doing the same thing for Itadori: Would summoning my Shikigami here make him smile? Would he be comforted? Would Itadori prefer a milkshake or a smoothie today? Should I text him back even though I have no idea what this message of emojis means or should I ask first and respond accordingly? Would Yuuji like to go watch stars on the roof or go to a movie? They're always thinking of each other. Even when they themselves aren't aware of just how much they take one another into consideration. In the end it doesn't matter because being together makes them the happiest.

It was a mistake getting into jujutsu kaisen really