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"--thinking all love ever does is break and burn, and end." // taylor swift (begin again, 2012)

years from now - itadori yuuji

genre: fluff and comfort | notes: self indulge fic, an old prompt I saw in my notes. |

- in which yuuji itadori promises to love you million years from now.

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Itadori Yuuji has seen a lot of things in his life, despite the fact that never ending fights against curses, he never knew that the greatest thing or mystery he would unfold was you. Here you are now, staring at him, while the moon was also complimenting him in glee: it must be fate or maybe something else, but Yuuji always thanked the gods that he met you.

You wandered alone through those empty halls of the building but right now, here you are watching him as he tries to reclaim his old strength that once was lost. “Yuuji, why don’t you try to rest, first?” He was indeed tired but the moon seemed to show his admiration for the boy, his endless pretty details feeding the lack of shine of the stars. “I need to get stronger..” He muttered as he stared at your eyes with a glimpse of hope and home. He listened to you, and thank you for staying in with him

“What movie should we watch tomorrow?” You asked him, as he sat next to you, “It depends, Gojo-sensei is picking what movie I should watch next..” He sighed, “Wel, if you say so...” Then it was silence, not that kind you would like to run away with but a kind of silence that is comforting and full of warmth.

The starry night took away Itadori’s tiredness, and he leaned his head on your shoulder. “What did I do to deserve you?” You had to admit it was such a common line to use by such but it meant everything to Itadori. “It doesn’t matter what you did, all I know is that we both deserve each other..” Truth to be told, you also thought of things that maybe Itadori deserved better but here you are now, him next to you under the same room with the same night sky. “The moon is indeed pretty...” You said with a smile on your face, earning a chuckle from Itadori.

“Yep, It is indeed pretty.” He then lifted his head and looked up. “I wonder how pretty the sun is..” You whispered but Itadori smiled and replied. “I bet the sun is also really pretty, maybe the sun shines like that because when you look at the sun you’ll be blinded by its beauty.” He joked, which you gave in. “What?” You noticed him staring again.

“You look pretty, when you laugh..”

He told and as if it was a magical spell you immediately got flustered with his words. You smiled at him and pinched the bridge of his nose, as the night started to get deeper Yuuji vowed to you that.

“(Name). Years from now, million years from now. I would still choose to love you.”

And the goddess of moon always knew that in every timeline it would always end with him next to you.

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extra notes: i made this fic as a surprise for @lethargicyashi, because they need *cough* brain juice *cough* love you bro, be safe and take a rest too love uu xoxo

Gojo - Event Anniversary

notice: established relationship, one curse word, Gojo being rich, fluff, fluff

this is for you, who ever you are, xoxo

enjoy ur meal! stream paper rings by taylor swift

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With the prompt: “I like giving you all the shiny things in the world but I would marry you in paper rings..”

If there’s one thing that Gojo loves to do whenever he’s on a away business that will be him buying a souvenir just for you and by it all means Gojo buying you souvenirs is actually quite special for him from buying the most delicious snacks from the places he went to the most expensive gem or clothes he can find, he’ll buy it just for you.

Gojo has always been a great example when it comes to impulsive buying and you quite argue about it most of the time but he was able to handle his money whenever he is around you, so, he became much more comfortable in handling his money. But he most likely spent all his money just to see you smile with his gift and souvenirs.

“How much is the ring, Gojo-sensei?”

Yuuji’s voice woke the white haired sorcerer up with his question making Gojo look at Yuuji who’s looking at him while Gojo didn’t even bother to sit up on his couch.

“Ah? Why?”

As if by signal, Megumi and Kugisaki entered Gojo’s office with a frown on their faces, Gojo seemed to be bothered of this fact: for he remembered that he told Yuuji to look out for the ring while he rest and now all he sees was Megumi uttering with a tired look on his face, Nobara counting, and Yuuji looking at him like a lost puppy.

They lost it, didn’t they?

Gojo rose up and immediately concluded the situation, telling his student that it was fine but believe me deep inside he was losing his shit: not only because that ring was his gift to you but also he plans to propose that ring to you as a symbol of his love to you.

He told the first years to look for it the entire day, so much for saying it was fine, but now he is slowly trying to decide whether he should just buy another--no, you’ll get even mad if he did, so he just stuck to looking for the ring with his students.

“You’re earlier than usual.”

Your voice immediately made Gojo go to Kitchen with the biggest smile on his face.

“Well, I miss my baby!”

He cheered, you looked at Gojo and you continued to make some food in the kitchen.

“What’s bothering you,Toru?”

The tall man gulped, he seemed to have forgotten that you both knew each other since he was still a kid, he seemed to have forgotten that you became classmates ever since you started to train as Jujutsu Sorcerers, boy, he is on the spot now.

“Wha--uh--nothing..”

“Liar.”

You chuckled.

“Ilostthering.”

You just looked at him as you raised your eyebrows.

“You lost the what now?”

He sighed as he went to his office, as you continued to cook until he came back and tap your shoulder as you turned around.

“Look, shorty--I mean [Name], you know I love you, right?”

You glared at him as you nodded as an answer to his question.

“And you love me, right?”

“Depends.”

He just stared at you for a moment as you chuckled.

“I’m the one who ate your mochi.”

You followed, earning a shock to Satoru’s face.

“But yeah, I love you without a doubt--”

“We’ll talk about the mochi later--but will you marry me?”

He just pulled a ring made out of paper, a simple origami that you taught him when you two are still young, a little smug and a little proud was written in his face.

“Look, I know why paper? I’m rich as Kambe but that’s not my point--my point is I know you love my souvenirs I gave to you from jewelry to clothes, and I know you love me, but my mochi---anyway, my point here [Name] is that I like giving you all the shiny things in the world but I would marry you in paper rings.”

You smiled at his thought, as you hugged him.

“Aren’t you supposed to kneel when you’re gonna ask your lover that question?”

“So, that you’ll feel taller than me? Nah ah.”

You chuckled and gave him a kiss while whispering a sweet yes to his ears, sending Gojo to feel euphoria to his huge moment: like he owns cloud-nine. As you both pulled away, he saw you were tip-toeing to reach his lips, so he carried you and he just ignored the fact that you were cooking something and set you down on the table.

“You actually lost the real ring, didn’t you?”

You took the paper ring from his hand as he nodded still at him, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Whatever, I’d marry you even you don’t give----”

“SENSEIIIIII!!!!”

Yuuji’s voice echoed in your entire apartment, making you shook but it seems Gojo already felt his student--students presence: yep, including Nobara and Megumi, as the trio announced that they found the ring.

Megumi pulled out the box as Gojo pulled his embrace away from you: as Gojo was receiving some tease from Nobara and Yuuji, and Megumi greets you. When Gojo took the ring from Megumi, he opened it in front of you.

“Please tell me you did not just spend eight million on that..”

“I didn’t…….”

Silence was loud in the apartment as Gojo followed with.

“Or maybe I did…”

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mr. perfectly fine - kuroo tetsurou . ( entry no. 2 ) genre: angst to relief(?) | notes: song fic, cursing | 2.5k words - part two of kuroo's deja vu: where he came back to you part 1 | part 2 the playlist of this two shot: click here stream mr. perfectly fine by taylor swift enjoy your meal!

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is love and be loved in return,” - Christian, Moulin Rouge

The marriage went on like Summer to Winter if you asked Kuroo, the marriage went on like a warm embrace of the sun but throughout the entire time he was burning, the love went on like autumn with leaves slowly falling apart, and their spark froze like stuck in the winter time. As much as he hates it, he’s in the same state like his parents once did, he is experiencing the things he didn’t want to experience.

Screaming at each other at the top of their lungs, here they are again arguing on something stupid. Kuroo never knew what went wrong but maybe he went too fast, maybe he changed the seasons too fast. Here, they are now seeing their pictures in frames slowly breaking, the glass all shattering, the marriage was a mistake, they both knew that. Kuroo never wanted his love life to be in this way, he never wanted this. All he wanted was to be loved and to be loved in return.

Now here he is, wishing he never walked on the aisle, wishing he can just run towards your arms, wishing he can wake up because the idiotic fool that he is, is still him living on his deja vu. Kuroo never meant to push everyone away, he blamed himself, maybe the marriage is slowly falling apart because it was his fault, maybe his marriage is falling apart because everytime he looks at his lover all he thinks and sees is you. But here is now, wondering what could’ve been if he never let you go.

A knock was heard in the door three times, seems like his lover is home. He opened the door uttering and wishing it was you. There he met the same eyes he fought with last night, if he could and if he only could he would go back to you. The marriage of his wasn’t even healthy anymore, a kiss on a forehead was nothing but a mere routine expected from him by his lover, a recall of saying ‘I’m home’ is nothing but a call that his lover is already in the house because it wasn’t exactly a home.

He still remembers how his eyes wonder yours, and whenever his eyes lingers to his lover he thinks of yours. He still remembers how your lips curved whenever you smile, and when his lover smiles you always cross his mind. The day went by just like the wind, such grace but too fast. He slept on the couch without muttering a sweet goodnight. His lover went to sleep without humming a soft hymn to make him fall asleep. He did all things he once did to you with his lover but his lover is nothing but a mere lookalike that he wished he never knew.

It was morning again and they both separated on the way to their work without saying a soft morning or a kiss for adoration, they just went to their work without a word. On the side of Kenma, he knew Kuroo would eventually fall apart, he looked at him again, watching him tearing himself apart. Kenma doesn’t know if Kuroo was crying because of his lover or maybe he was crying because of you. He doesn't know what to say to make him better, he hates this feeling, he hates this sight but there’s nothing else he can do.

“How is [Name]?”

Kuroo’s tired voice echoed in Kenma's room, making Kenma flinch for he hadn't seen his friend for a long time. He saw Kuroo with bags on his hand, Kenma immediately figured what’s going on, without a ring on Kuroo’s hand, Kenma knew: Kuroo was already tired.

“Aren’t you gonna ask, if I’m okay?”

Kuroo flopped down on the near couch whilst meeting Kenma’s gaze. “[Name] is...doing great.”

Kenma’s response was short and he broke the gaze between him and Kuroo. Kuroo wants to ask a lot of things but who he is, he can’t undo what’s already done, he can’t even play the game anymore because he already lost. He begged himself to keep saying ‘It’s really love.’ But who is he fooling?

“Why now, Kuroo? Why now?”

Kenma put down his gaming console and sat on the floor staring at Kuroo laying on his couch. “I miss [Name], Kenma. I miss [Name] so much--” Kenma just looks at his friend and softly uttered “[Name] is doing fine without you, Kuroo.” Kenma stood up once again and called someone and Kuroo wished it was you. He wished that Kenma was calling you. To his luck, Kenma was actually on the call with you.

Oh, how he wished he was Kenma, he had no rights to grab the phone from Kenma and talk to you, he had no right to call you his, he had no rights to tell you that he is missing you too much, he had no rights to call you his love. He just wishes to go back.

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“But what is grief? If not love persevering.” - Vision, WandaVision

“The usuals?” Osamu Miya asked you while you waited patiently in line to order the famous onigiri of Osamu, with a nod he proceeded to work with a smile on his face. You reached out for your money and paid Osamu your bill. “I’ll see you again tomorrow, [Last Name]!” He announces and you give a little wave as you leave his stall.

Upon entering the night train, you saw a familiar bedhead and next to him was a guy with dark hair with a dash of blonde reminded you of the call that you had with Kenma, yesterday. A call that seemed to be misdialed but it seems the message was clear. “Kenma?”

Your voice seemed to be captivated by the two, only three people were on the train and it happened to be the former best friends, one who watched the two from the beginning, the other one who back then was ‘Mr. Every single day in the end, I will be by your side’, and you. Their eyes began to wonder, if you’ve been there the entire time, the two wondered if it’s okay to see you again after all this time. You, on the other hand, walked towards them with a smile on your face. “It’s been so long..” You muttered.

Kuroo just stared at you once again, as if you’re the most fragile thing in the world yet he couldn’t hold you, like you’re the most precious thing in the world but he couldn’t hold you tight.

“[Na-Name]..”

Was it the joy or was it the fear made Kuroo stutter when he said your name, it seems like he’s been planning to say your name for a period of time but you, now standing in front of him is something he didn’t understand, you’re in front of him now but yet, you feel so further away from him.

“Hey..Kuroo..”

As if he was wishing you’ll call him as Tetsurou, as if he was wishing he could be yours once again, as if he was hoping everything would be the way it was. You sat on a vacant seat and read the situation that you three is currently in. You noticed the restless eyes of Kuroo and Kenma watched with worry written in his eyes. Here he is watching you both once again, he would notice Kuroo’s hand trembles a bit, he watched your hand get sweaty. Kuroo just wished you noticed his ring on his hand that was no longer there.

You did notice it, you noticed it because you missed him so much. But here you are, wondering if the pain is actually worth it if you’re seeing him again falling.

“So, where are you guys going to go?”

You asked, you still had that care you both had for them years ago, you still got that sweet gaze that always leaves Kuroo’s lips agape.

“Your house, actually.”

To your surprise, they actually thought of you. You three got out of the train when it stopped, you guys walked on a thick and undefying silence on the way, you opened the door on your house and invited them to eat with you without a word, you three just kept going as if you three knew this day would eventually come. You three became aware that this was inevitable however the tension between you and Kuroo along with the tension with Kenma and Kuroo is fighting off against each other.

You three sat in each perspective place while you three ate up, making you remember a scene from a highschool, remembering that everytime you three eat lunch you often hear people saying Kuroo is the ‘Mr. Perfect Face’, how you remembered how your eyes lingered a bit longer to ‘Mr. I always stay’ , gosh, what the hell happened? Kenma watched every moment, every second, he looked for a sign where you linger to Kuroo’s gaze, he looked at your eyes hoping no one took Kuroo’s place.

Kuroo never wondered why Kenma was quiet, he knew he'd been watching you so he did the same, looking over you how your skin looks so delicate, looking over you wishing he had begged you to stay. The dinner went fast, too fast. In fact, the night was already deep and you asked them to stay, which Kuroo used as his hope.

Lost in the vast midnight, Kuroo roamed around your house, hoping he'd see some clues perhaps to hold him, to keep him there. He’s hoping he can see a house that you and him built in the corner of his mind that once disappeared from him and you.

“Why are you still awake?”

He jolted when he heard your voice, maybe he was not too late?

“I--uh, I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Well, you should, the bags under your eyes tell otherwise.”

The moon’s light showers you an amount where you see Kuroo’s details, his familiar bed head, his eyes that once watched you like a cat. He grabbed his phone and played something, an oddly familiar song. Billy Joel’s Uptown Girl, you looked at him as you gave a deep sigh. As he offered his hand for a dance which you accepted.

He utters apologies and hope in between the chorus and verse. He was desperate if someone would say--

A business man lost his lover and now, he tries to go back to his former, he was so damn desperate to be in your arms again. He felt your hair falling in his arms, oh, how he missed this. He felt his hand getting warmer every time you danced with him. Atleast, this once he felt you closer to him again.

“[Name]”

He uttered your name in such a soothing manner, you stopped swaying with him and he rested his hand on your cheek. He doesn’t need to remind himself. He looked into your eyes and he didn’t see him, he just saw you facing the world alone, he looked at you searching for something that he wished to linger. He was not part of your dreams anymore.

Mr. Perfectly Fine, “How’s your heart after breaking mine, Tetsu?” You asked him. He doesn’t need to be told twice because just like Kenma said you’re doing great, good, better. No doubt he was ‘Mr. Too Late.’

You saw him looking away from you but you pulled him into a tight embrace, despite the height difference he cupped his cheeks, as tears started streaming down his face. He lost again.

“I have already loved you, Tetsu. We built our own home out of memories and emotions..” He tried not to fall apart in front of you. He wiped away his tears as he held you closer.

“Now, I’m happy on my own. It’s time to leave that home. Tetsu, I loved you.”

You kissed the left side of his lips as he rested his head on your shoulder, he cried as if he was lost because indeed he was. He lost you in between his dreams and deja vu, he forgot to love you and only loved your lookalike. How he wishes to run back to you when he was still on the aisle that time, how he wishes he was still your Mr. Perfectly Fine.

The End.

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paper rings - gojo satoru genre: fluff | notes: event/song fic | 1.0k words - prompt: “I like to give you all the shiny things in the world, but I would marry you in paper rings.”

years from now - itadori yuuji genre: fluff and comfort | notes: self indulge fic | 0.4K words - in which yuuji itadori promises to love you million years from now.

would be a lie - gojo satoru genre: angst | notes: manga spoilers!, angsty gojo supremacy | 0.9k words - those three words that he saw as curse.