Donuts

donuts

megumi fushiguro x f!reader

content: IMPLIED MANGA SPOILERS, hormonal pregnant reader, dad!megs, gojo being a dad to megumi

an: dad gojo this, dad gojo that. WHAT ABOUT DAD MEGUMI. anyways im sick and I am 90% sure I have covid but alas I spit this out before I study. it's like a reward.

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recently, megumi has been letting things happen. 

and by recently, he means two years ago, when his little star boy was born. or even at large, five years ago, when he met you, his sun. an fellow sorcerer who he easily fell for, like it was something inevitable. something necessary, involuntary even - like it was the air he breathed or his heart beating. 

and since then he’s been letting things happen. he’s been letting gojo come around - so that he can spend time with ash. so that ash can have a grandfather, not that megumi would ever say that out loud. 

he lets nobara and yuuji spoil him rotten, lets maki teach him self-defense (which is just swatting at this point), and yuuta explain the rules of chess to him for hours even though ash barely has coordinated motor functions. 

he lets things happen. especially when ash asks him, the pouty face that he’s entirely gotten from you pressed on his face. like today, when he feels a little fist tugging on the end of his shirt. 

“yes, ash?” 

“i want donuts.” 

megumi squints, like he’s questioning him. every bit his son, ash has fully inherited the full breadth of megumi’s dna - dark hair, green eyes. but every one of his expressions, those are all all you. 

“ash.” 

“yes?” 

“do you want donuts or does mommy want donuts?” 

ash stands there for a few seconds, deep in thought, before answering. 

“sticky wants donuts!” 

megumi sighs, picking him up and dragging him out of the room with him, to find the culprit of this entire plot - you. that deliberation means that ash was trying to remember what it was you had told him. and truly, only you would use his unborn daughter against him. 

he finds you splayed on the couch, a heating pad pressed into the small of your back, as you talk, directed down to your stomach to tsumiki. or sticky, as ash calls her since he can’t pronounce all the syllables just yet. 

“megs?” 

“yeah?” 

“i thought of a name for her.” 

megumi leans against the counter, half turned away from you, where he watches gojo and ash snuggled up on the couch, ash excitedly explaining the plot of his current favorite movie to gojo. gojo’s all too absorbed, though he does get offended every time ash says that elsa is cooler than him. and even more offended that when gojo calls elsa pretty, ash says that elsa would never like him. 

“well. ash is our little star boy. his name is perfect for him. and you’re my blessing so megumi is perfect for you. but our little girl-” 

you reach forward for his hand, placing it on top of your teeny tiny bump, which just started protruding, as you squeeze his hand. 

“she’s precious. she’s our only girl and, and she’s so gentle already. ash was a little heathen, always kicking and excited in there. but she’s so soft, i already know she’s special. she should have a name that reflects that.” 

megumi reaches up, cupping the side of your face, where tears are now sprouting out of your eyes. one of megumi’s favorite things about you being pregnant, besides the disgusting concoctions you eat because of your cravings, is this. your out of whack hormones that have your lip jutting out, that little whiny, cute pout he fell in love with on your face at all times. 

“what’s the name, sweetheart?” 

“tsumiki.” you whispers. 

you look up at his green eyes, wide and filled with an emotion that you can’t quite discern. and you can feel the immediate panic at the reaction and try to backtrack as fast as you can. surely, he’s simmering with rage under there. 

why would you name your daughter after his dead sister? 

“megs. i-i just thought it would be nice because i never got to meet her and i know she was special to you. i’m not saying she’s replacing her, but i just-” 

megumi puts his hand on your mouth, his finger brushing across your soft lips, as he pushes you into his embrace, hugging so hard he’s sure even the baby, tsumiki, must be feeling it. he holds you there for a while, not saying much, as his hands rub into the small of your back. 

and you wait for it, because you know megumi like the back of your hand. touch first, words second. and right on cue, minutes later, you hear it, the soft whisper on your skin that makes your cheeks burn. 

“my tsumiki would have really loved you, you know that?” 

you look up from the conversation you were having with tsumiki - telling her that she always has to side with you and ash instead of megumi - to find him standing there, glaring at you. 

“hello, love of my life.” you say, tapping the spot on the couch next to you. 

megumi takes the seat, trying to hide the smile on his face, as he gives you a suspicious look. he places a kiss to your temple before placing his hand over your bump, something he does every time he walks into the room. it’s his way of saying hello to her. 

“sweetheart.” 

“yes, megs?” 

“ash is telling me that sticky wants donuts.” 

“stickyyy does want donuts. and ash does too.” you respond, giving him your best smile. 

“you know, if you want something from me, you don’t have to use my son and my unborn child against me to get it.” 

“how dare you bring tsumiki into this. she wants donuts, that’s why i’m craving them. take it up with her.” 

ash crawls into the space between you two, resting his head in your lap and his legs in megumi’s as he reaches forward to tickle his sides, eliciting a screaming laugh from ash who is begging him to stop. you smack megumi’s hands off, running your hands through ash’s dark black locks as he calms down and looking at megumi. you pinch ash’s side a little, giving him a non-discrete wink. 

“daddy. I really want donuts.” 

“oh im sure you do ash. i’ll go get them” megumi responds, swinging his legs off and standing up. 

“can i come?” ash asks, excitedly wrapping his hands around his knees. 

“buddy. it’s nap time. you have to sleep.” 

ash juts his lower lip out, mustering the frowniest face he can, as his little green eyes look up into megumi’s. and of course, he immediately gives in, because he can never say no to his little star boy. 

“fine. get your shoes.” 

ash turns excitedly to you, giving you a grinning smile. 

“did i do good, mama?” 

“perfect, star boy. just like i taught you.” 

ash excitedly runs off as megumi gives you a soul crushing glare, which you pointedly ignore. the two of them shuffle out of the apartment, the smile spreading across your face as you watch megumi swing ash onto his back to close the door. 

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an hour later, megumi walks into his apartment to find you, yuuji, nobara, and gojo on his couch. the three of you are crouched over the table and he can see that your face is all pink, surely from crying. 

ash runs into the apartment, taking turns giving everyone a big hug, before climbing into gojo’s lap, and reaching up to play with gojo’s hair. megumi sets the box of donuts down and takes the seat next to you, wiping the wetness away on your cheek. 

“hi y/n.” he whispers. 

“h-hi megs.” you whisper back, interlocking your hands with his to squish. 

he smiles as he reaches for the box of donuts, equipping you with the maple bar he knows you’ve been craving, as he watches you nearly inhale it in five seconds. 

“god. you’re like a vacuum.” nobara says, a horrified look on her face. 

“s-not me. miki.” you respond, now pounding through your donut. 

“are you really blaming it on your unborn daughter?” nobara asks. 

“she blames everything on her. yesterday, she made me come all the way out here just to hand her the remote because it was too far away. claimed that the baby really wanted to see me at that second.” megumi deadpans, earning laughs from the group of them. 

“she did.” you respond, defensively. 

megumi leans his arm against the back of where you’re sitting, twisting one of your locks of hair in his fingers. he looks over at the table to find an array of colorful ribbons on the table, which he’s sure is the culprit of your crying since the baby section at target always works you up. 

“what’s that?” he asks. 

“nobara and yuuji gifted us a ribbon set for the baby. we can use it when tsumiki’s hair gets long, do little ponytails in her hair and put cute little ribbons in them.” you respond. 

megumi can feel his throat constricting at the thought of it, the wave of emotions that have been resurfacing lately reaching his cheeks. he gives gojo a look and you a kiss on the cheek, before he stands up and heads to the kitchen, focused on brewing a cup of coffee for himself. 

you frown as you watch him walk away, nobara and yuuji halfheartedly asking him if he’s okay as he waves them off. you turn to gojo, giving him an inquisitive look, as gojo places ash in between nobara and yuuji. 

“is he okay?” you whisper. 

“let me talk to him first.” he responds, giving you a reassuring smile.  you watch gojo run off behind him, the two of them leaning against the counter as they talk in hushed voices. 

“it’s the ribbons isn’t it?” gojo asks, watching ash play rock paper scissors with an overly enthusiastic yuuji from afar. 

megumi doesn’t respond, instead focusing on stirring the spoon through the coffee he freshly brewed. 

of course, it’s the ribbons. 

after gojo took tsumiki and megumi in, megumi made it a point to not ask gojo for much. a facet of his childhood stubbornness, of course. though gojo was more than willing to throw his money in any direction, megumi was in no part receptive to that. except in april, when tsumiki’s birthday came around. 

after watching her stare at ribbons in windows as they passed, complimenting strangers on the train on how pretty ribbons looked in ponytails, megumi made it a point that when he could, he would buy them for her. god forbid, she would never get them for herself. 

so he asked gojo, awkwardly knocked on his door well after bedtime and shyly asked. and of course, gojo never disappoints, buying every color, array, fabric of ribbons for tsumiki to wear in her hair to school now. and he watched her do it a hundred times - the satisfied smile she gave herself in the mirror every time it fell perfectly before walking away. 

and the thought of watching his daughter, being the one putting the ribbons in her hair and getting that little smile on her face, is too much for megumi at the current moment. 

“don’t ask dumb questions, gojo.” he responds. 

he turns around to face the same way as gojo now, watching the four of you have the most intense rock paper scissors battle he’s seen yet. granted, you’re all letting ash win but trying to predict his moves gets more difficult as time goes on. 

“did y/n tell you what we’re naming her?” megumi asks. 

“no.” 

“tsumiki.” he responds, not missing the soft smile on gojo’s face. 

gojo smiles, squeezing megumi’s shoulder. one of the nice things about megumi becoming a father is that he finally understands gojo’s frustrations. of what it feels like to see your kids in pain and not being able to do anything about it. 

“not my idea, by the way. all y/n.”

gojo focuses in on you, on how you look over and give megumi a big smile which he returns, before focusing back on ash. 

“i guess these things always have a way of working themselves out, megumi.” 

“what do you mean?” 

gojo inhales, twisting his sunglasses in his fingers before placing them in his pocket. 

“tsumiki always had a way of reading your mind. every time you and i would argue, she was always the one who soothed you down and not me. i-i was never really good at that. and you lost her but you got y/n. and she does it for you now. ash does too. i-it just worked out megs, that’s all.” 

and megumi looks over - at his sun, his star boy, and soon to be the most precious thing he’s ever had. and he knows that gojo is right. That he’s been letting things happen lately, because that insurmountable heaviness that’s been on his chest for years has finally been lifted. that it’s there, but he can breathe through it now. 

not that he would ever tell gojo. he'll just enjoy a donut with his coffee instead. 

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 (𝐘𝐎𝐔), 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐃 (𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈), & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐘 (𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎)

pairing: gojo satoru x zenin!reader (gn) summary: gojo takes you to meet megumi, only to end up regretting it when the younger boy immediately takes a liking to you. genre: slice-of-life, fluff, humor, flirting, pre-relationship notes: same universe as "the man of your dreams" but can be read as a standalone!!, reader is part of the zenin clan and has prophetic dreams, megumi likes to make gojo's life difficult, tsumiki is not present here, megumi is the bad bc he bullies gojo :) wc: ~2.4k

"let's go!"

gojo blinks when your door swings open, his hand still up in the air and ready to knock as you brush past him. he doesn't move even as you begin to make your way down the hall, and you softly call out his name when you realize he isn't following.

"is there a problem?" you ask, your voice snapping him out of his daze as he turns to face you. he smiles lightly at the sight of you, taking in the way your head tilts to the side as you give him a questioning look.

"no, none at all," he responds, putting his hands into his pockets as he approaches you. "where are you off to?"

you give him an exasperated look, rolling your eyes as you turn away from him. "don't be coy, it doesn't suit you. i know what we're doing today."

"and?" gojo questions, giving you a sly look as he passes you. "what exactly are we doing?"

you sigh deeply as you catch up to him, hands behind your back as you bump your shoulder against him. "i'm meeting them today."

gojo gives you a faux curious glance, causing you to huff lightly before elaborating.

"fushiguro megumi and fushiguro tsumiki," you state, giving gojo a nervous glance. "that's who you're taking me to, right?"

gojo hums noncommittedly, bumping his hip against you as he turns down another hallway. you trail after him, nodding your head in thanks when he holds the door open for you.

"tsumiki won't be there today, she's at a friend's house. but yeah," gojo finally says, his voice unusually serious. "i just think it'd be good for megumi to meet a zenin who isn't..."

"awful?" you supply, raising an eyebrow when gojo shoots you a look. "horrible? rude? take your pick, they're all true."

"you said it, not me," gojo laughs, leading you off of school grounds. the rest of the walk is silent, and you find yourself enjoying gojo's company as he leads you towards the city.

the two of you come to a stop outside a well-kept building, and you take a deep breath as you look up at the sign hanging above the door. there's a slight tremble in your fingers as you grab onto your sleeve, and gojo silently raises an eyebrow when he notices the action.

"so?" he says, breaking you out of your thoughts. "how'd you know?"

"what?" you ask, your nervousness fading as you turn your attention to the white-haired sorcerer.

"that we were coming here?"

he's met with a dull look, and he does his best to fight off his laughter as you sigh in exasperation before motioning towards your head.

"prophetic dreams, remember?" you respond, reaching over to flick his shoulder. you frown when your hit doesn't land, and you shake your head when you remember the existence of infinity. "i saw this happening."

"oh?" gojo asks, giving you a sly look as he leans in close. "so you're still dreaming about me huh?"

you give him a flat look, refusing to give into his teasing. the smile stays on his face as he tries to catch your gaze, and you simply turn your attention back to the building as he slings an arm over your shoulders.

"shall we get this over with?" he asks, already leading you inside before you can even answer. a strangled noise leaves your mouth at his sudden movement, and gojo laughs it off as he ushers you into the elevator.

"what if he doesn't like me?" you ask quietly, wringing your hands as you spare a glance at gojo. he snorts at your question, crossing his arms and leaning against the elevator's wall as it begins to move.

"he doesn't like anyone," he scoffs, waving a hand in an attempt to dismiss your worries. "he's a brat but he's cute, i guess."

you laugh hollowly at his response, following him down the hall as the elevator doors open.

"ready?" gojo asks, coming to a stop in front of a dark, wooden door and unlocking it.

"no," you confess, your shoulders tensing up as he turns the doorknob.

"aw, that's too bad."

the first thing you see when you step through the doorway is a large, fluffy couch. the second thing you notice is the tuft of dark hair that pops up from the aforementioned couch, and you hold your breath as it makes its way around the couch and towards the door.

"megumi! i'm home!" gojo announces, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back as he pushes you further into the apartment. you can hear a brief grumble coming from megumi, and gojo's smile appears slightly strained as he looks up at the ceiling. "and i brought company!"

"who is that?" megumi asks, finally coming to a stop in front of the two of you. there's a moment of silence before you bow your head, introducing yourself and giving him a soft smile. there's a spark of interest in his eye when he hears your last name, and they narrow when they land on gojo's hands pressed comfortably against your back.

there's an awkward silence before you glance around, and you swallow harshly before gingerly attempting to pat gojo's shoulder. you hide your mild shock when you actually make contact.

"can i have some water please?" you ask politely, earning a nod from him.

"megumi, go get our guest some water," gojo says, biting back a smile as megumi scowls.

"i asked you, not him," you retort, crossing your arms as you turn to face him. "stop being a pain."

you feel gojo's fingers tense against your back, and he throws his head back to laugh as your expression remains unimpressed.

"are you two dating?"

the two of you whip around to face megumi, who watches the two of you with a conflicted expression. you can see the mild disgust in his eyes as he looks at gojo, and you hold back a laugh when his expression turns pitying as he faces you.

"no!" you deny, ignoring the way gojo sputters at the question. he makes no move to step away from you, and you decide to take the initiative and move closer to megumi while leaving gojo behind.

"good," is all megumi says, earning an amused laugh from you and an indignant scoff from gojo. you wave him towards the kitchen, taking a seat on the couch and smiling when megumi takes the spot next to you.

"how come you're here with him?" megumi asks once gojo is out of the room. you watch him for a few seconds, his green eyes boring into you as he studies you in return.

"he's helping me out," you say in response, confusion coloring megumi's face as he tilts his head. you're hesitant as you continue to speak, your voice a lot quieter than it had previously been. "i'm in a similar situation as yours."

"oh," he breathes.

"oh," you agree.

he shuffles closer to you as you sink into the couch cushions, and you can't stop yourself from patting his head, your fingers playing with the soft strands of his hair as he stares down at his shoes. you feel your heart lurch uncomfortably as you watch megumi, thinking about how unfair it is that a child is trapped in the same situation that you are. you can't help but feel thankful that gojo found megumi before the zenin clan could, and you remind yourself to thank him for his decision as soon as you can.

neither one of you notice the way gojo watches the two of you from the kitchen doorway, three bottles of water balanced between his hands as he does his best to not drop them.

"you wanna see something?" megumi asks, breaking the silence. you nod your head eagerly, earning a tiny smile from the young boy. he slides off the couch and brings his hands together, forming what looks like a hand shadow puppet. your jaw drops as two large dogs emerge from the shadows, coming to a stop next to megumi as his chest puffs up in pride.

"woah! that's so cool!" you say, reaching a hand out for one of the dogs to sniff. it eyes you warily, pushing the top of its head into your palm when it decides you're not a threat. the other dog approaches cautiously, and you find yourself giggling as the two dogs butt heads in an attempt to be pet by you.

"can you do this too?" megumi asks quietly, the corners of his mouth turning down slightly when you shake your head.

"no, i didn't inherit this technique," you say softly, playing with both dogs as they lay down on their backs. "you have a very impressive technique, you know?"

"what's yours?" he asks shyly, sitting down on the floor and leaning in to pet the dogs as well.

"i can see the future," you say, watching as his eyes widen. "but only in my dreams."

"woah!"

"here's your water!" gojo sings, throwing himself onto the couch next to you. he smiles widely as his sudden movement forces you to lean into him, and he ignores your annoyed grumbles as he hands you a bottle. you take it from him with a quiet thanks, and he wastes no time in tossing one of the other bottles to megumi, snickering when the younger boy fumbles with the bottle before it ultimately falls to the floor.

you smack him lightly as he leans forward to pet the divine dogs, pouting when megumi dismisses them right before he can make contact with their soft fur. you snort at the sight before jumping up from the couch, looking around the apartment as you step away from gojo.

"where's your bathroom?" you ask, nodding firmly when both gojo and megumi point towards the dark hallway behind you. "i'll be right back."

gojo's eyes remain on you as you walk away, and he only looks away when he hears a tiny scoff from megumi. he turns to face the green-eyed boy, raising an eyebrow when he sees him staring with his arms crossed.

"you like them," megumi accuses, a scowl on his face as he takes note of the way gojo looks down the hallway you've disappeared into. gojo stays silent as he thinks about megumi's words, only responding when he hears megumi speak again. "stay away from my clan."

"your clan?" gojo laughs, avoiding megumi's question.

"yes, the zenin clan," megumi says, looking at gojo as though he's the stupidest person on earth. "we don't need you to taint our bloodline."

gojo's jaw drops at megumi's words, and he leaps from his seat to glare down at him over his sunglasses. "listen here! you should be honored to have me be with someone in your clan. and besides, you can't decide who they like!"

"but you do like them?" is all megumi says in return, a smug look on his face as he glares back just as fiercely.

"i never—"

"is everything okay here?"

gojo and megumi turn to see you standing in the hallway, stifling a laugh as you watch gojo argue with a child. they both straighten up and nod, and you wander over to the couch as gojo plops back down on the cushion. you take a seat next to him when he pats the empty space next to him, leaning into him as he wraps an arm around your shoulder. he pointedly ignores megumi's glare.

"so," you begin, your eyes trained on megumi as he turns to look at you curiously. "i have to admit that you've appeared in my dreams. but i saw other animals surrounding you. can you summon different shikigami?"

megumi nods softly, an eager glint in his eye as he stands from his spot and looks over at gojo. you follow his gaze in time to see him nod at megumi, and you turn back when megumi clears his throat.

you watch as he summons a small crowd of bunnies, delight visible in your eyes as you lean forwards to grab one.

"megumi, you are so cool!"

gojo can't help the way his heart swells when megumi lets out a laugh.

"bye, megumi! i'll come back and visit," you promise, reaching down to pat the boy's head as he follows you to the door.

"promise?" he asks quietly, looking down at the floor.

"i promise," you state firmly, nodding once. he looks up to see you motion to your head, a kind smile on your face as you slip your feet into your shows. "in fact, i know it. i've already dreamt it."

your statement makes megumi's scowl soften, and the rest of your goodbyes are exchanged without incident. you sigh softly as you walk back down the street with gojo, a giddy smile still on your face as you think about your meeting with megumi.

things had gone better than expected, and you can't help but think how lucky you are to have found gojo, who in return led you to megumi.

"you know what?" you ask, holding back laughter as gojo hums in acknowledgment. "i think he likes me."

you laugh when gojo scoffs loudly, and he can't help but grin along as you bump him with your shoulder. a few minutes of silence pass as the two of you walk up the familiar road that leads to the school, and you steel yourself before finally saying what's on your mind.

"gojo?" you say quietly.

"yeah?" he asks in return, confusion on his face when you come to a stop. he freezes in place when you launch yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck in a tight hug as you pull him close. his arms wrap around your waist in return, and he rests his cheek against the top of your head as he lets his eyes flutter shut.

"thank you," you whisper softly, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel his fingers splay across your back. "for helping me and for taking such good care of megumi and tsumiki."

your words ring in gojo's ear, and he leans back slightly to look down at you. your eyes have a slight sheen to them, and he decides to forgo teasing you in favor of holding you close for just a little bit longer. he never knew he could grow so attached to two members of the zenin clan.

"always."

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JJK Guys + a Short gf

For all my shorties out there, this one is for us. I just checked out the heights for everyone and I was comparing myself to every one and at 4’11… I’m feeling really puny.

Stay tuned for a tall gf hc set. It’s coming.

Featured characters: Gojo, Nanami, Toji, Geto, Yuji, Megumi

There are NSFW headcanons for the adult characters.

Gojo Satoru

He likes it. Well he likes any reason to tease you. Your height is just one way, of many, to do that.

He’s the type to use you as an arm rest whenever the two of you stand next to each other. And he’s not even kind about it. This giant is actually putting his weight on you.

He thinks it’s really cute when you’re angry at him because you have to look up at him to argue and he can’t help but smile a little when he looks down at you because you’re so damn adorable.

He picks you up at random, especially if he wants to get somewhere quickly, and he doesn’t always pick you up in the most dignified manner. Sometimes he’ll just throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, other times it’s a bridal hold, and on time he picked you up by putting one arm around your middle and squishing you against his side (he was basically holding you like a football.)

Puts things on high shelves on purpose, especially when you’re mad at him, that way you have to talk to him. But the jokes on you, you’ve been climbing on stuff to get things your whole life and you’d rather break your neck climbing on the counter to get what you need then admit defeat when you’re angry at him.

He likes the height difference visually too. The two of you are striking to look at. He’s often the tallest person in the room, and you’re often the shortest.

He pretends to lose you in crowds when you’re saying something he doesn’t like. But when he’s actually worried about keeping up with you he does faithfully hold your hand to keep from losing you.

As much as he likes to tease you about your height, only close friends can get away with teasing you about it too, and they better keep it all in good fun. It’s one thing for him to annoy you, it’s a completely different thing for someone else to.

He uh… actually really likes that you’re so much smaller than him just for like the ease of manhandling you in the bedroom… You’re just so tossable.

It also makes it extra cute when you take control, and your on top of him while he’s tied up. The irony of the switch in positions strikes him as not only amusing but also super hot, because as small as you are he can’t help but take you seriously in the bedroom. Besides short people are notorious for being kind of aggressive.

He buys you super cute things, like over the top adorable stuff that may or may not be your style just because he thinks you’re so cute. Bonus points if you’re curvy. Gojo really strikes me as a guy with a weakness for thick thighs.

Expect him to put cat ears on your head and laugh at you completely unamused expression. You put them on him while he’s unsuspecting and sitting down and it backfires because he’s really cute and he does not mind wearing them at all.

Nanami Kento

Oh God you are spoiled rotten. He just can’t resist it. All you have to do is look up at him with a sweet smile and whatever you want is yours. He can’t even help it.

You’re constantly making him blush, because you’re just so adorable to him. But he refuses to actually emote so he’s just staring straight ahead while his cheeks and ears are bright red.

He doesn’t tease you about your height at all, but he has a habit of patting you on the head. It’s not even a patronizing thing. He usually does it because he’s had a nice thought about you, or you’ve done something cute or kind and it’s a wordless way to positively acknowledge that.

When you’re alone he’s always pulling you into his lap, just to ask you about your day, or to simply quietly hold you. The man is so soft on you. You literally have him wrapped around your fingers.

100% backs up anything you say. Like it could be the most outlandish thing in the world and he’s like “If my girlfriend says it’s true. It is. I don’t know what to tell you.”

He gets things off of high shelves for you without you even having to ask.

When he hugs you he picks you up, only because it’s easier on his back to do so.

Nanami has a little bit of a size kink… okay. He has a serious size kink but it’s not manifested in being particularly rough with you. He’s actually a bit more careful. But when he pins your wrist above your head with one hand, and you are completely unable to move them… that’s a bit of a turn on. And seeing you under him, so small and virtually defenseless… that’s a turn on. He’s honored that you trust him so much.

LOVES seeing you in his shirts. It really drives him crazy to see how big his shirts are on you.

He likes you soft. So if you were thin when you started dating him, expect to gain a few pounds… and if you were already a bit soft in the middle… also expect to gain some happy weight.

It’s not even intentional. He’s a foodie. He likes to cook and one of the ways he expresses affection is through being sure you’ve eaten. And we all know he loves carbs so you are going to put on some weight. And he loves every bit of it.

He just strikes me as someone who would have cute plump little girlfriend that he’s shamelessly in love with. Like you really are his whole world.

Fushiguro Toji

Oh you have to be a spitfire. You just gotta be a feisty short person. The two of you bicker nonstop and he thinks it’s absolutely adorable when you threaten his life.

“You really think you can take me?” Toji asks after the two of you have been going back and forth for a while.

“Pfft, oh yeah I can take you.”

“You think you can beat me in a fight?” He laughs.

“Oh in a fight? No. Never,” you shake your head.

“What did you think-? Oh dirty girl. Why don’t you take me right now then?”

The two of you are comical to look at standing next to each other. Or at least people would think that if Toji didn’t glare at anyone who so much as glanced at you like he was going to beat them to death.

You kinda have to be a little scary, and he has to be a little afraid of you for this to work. Like make no mistake, he is over the moon about you… and he’s also sure that if he tried to rob you and run, you would chase him down and end his life. You might not beat him in a fight, but you’re cunning and you could probably outlast him in an all out war.

Nevermind any of that though, because you are his BABY. He calls you all kinds of sweet nicknames. Some of them are cute, others not so cute. You’re baby, baby girl, short stuff, ankle biter, bunny, and sometimes kid. You hate it when he calls you kid. Which is why he does it.

Toji shamelessly has a size kink. It is literally no secret and he makes it very obvious.

He’s careless when he manhandles you. You’re definitely getting tossed around, and he throws you over the shoulder to take you to the bedroom.

Will also just pick you up and take you against the nearest relatively stable surface. Honestly, sometimes no surface is needed. He just picks you up so that your legs are over his forearms and he lifts you up and down on him.

Geto Suguru

He seems like the type to have a preference for shorter girls, granted, most women are short to him anyway. He just thinks you’re so adorable.

He’s naturally protective but deceptively kind. No one knows how badly they’ve fucked up in teasing you until it’s too late. The only people who can get away with teasing you about your height are Gojo and Shoko.

He always has an arm over your shoulder. That’s as close as he gets to using you as an arm rest.

Always putting your hands together to see how big his hands are compared to yours.

When lounging together though he always finds a way to be between your legs. He’s usually reclining on his back with your legs over his shoulders so he can kiss your inner thighs and you can play with his hair since his head is against your lower stomach

He’ll rest his face against your stomach while the rest of his body is between your legs as your sprawled out in bed. Again he loves it when you play with his hair.

Always has you in his lap and he doesn’t care who is around to see it. He says it’s just to hold you close…but really he likes how warm you are on his thigh. And when he starts touching you carelessly, he likes that he can feel the pulse of your sex.

Likes that he can overstimulate you and there’s no way out for you (except if you safe word). It’s just so easy to pin you down with his hands and his body weight. And when he’s going down on you it’s so easy to keep you in place while he keeps teasing you.

All that aside… no one but Gojo knows just how freaky you two are so everyone finds your height difference down right adorable. It’s just so fucking cute

Itadori Yuji

He had no idea how he wound up with a short gf. He blames it on your beautiful ass. Look you got 1/2 traits he was looking for and you’re personality really won him over.

The two of you together are like rays of sunshine. And honestly, you make a really adorable couple.

Yuji is absolutely over the moon about you, and the two of you do just about everything together. He dies forget that you’re short though sometimes so he’ll be like “Nice! High five!” And then you have to jump to hit his hand because he put it way up high.

Lots of forehead kisses. Usually when you’re passionately arguing about something. The two of you get into nonsense arguments all the time!!!

“Yuji! Her butt’s not even that big! You can only leave me for Megan thee Stallion. I’ll never forgive you otherwise!”

He leans forward and kissed your forehead, “You’re right. I think your butt is cuter than Jennifer Lawrence’s but Megan does have you beat in every possible way.”

“See?! Now you’re on the winning team. Don’t worry if Megan gave me a chance I’d take it too.”

He gives you piggy back rides all the time. Mostly because he needs to get where he’s going quickly and you can’t keep up but it’s also just fun.

I imagine if you’re a fellow sorcerer whenever you’re on a mission together Yuji is good for either tossing you out of the way of danger or letting you use him as a spring board to get a better shot at the curse.

He’s more likely to give you a boost in most situations than to get things for you.

He has so many pictures of you in his phone. His Lock Screen is a super cute picture of the two of you, but his home screen is probably you doing something stupid in the dorms.

Fushiguro Megumi

Doesn’t actually think about your height often. He likes your personality you just happen to be short as well.

I think he’s the type to fall for the quiet ray of sunshine. Like your cute as a button and sweet as candy.

Gojo is the biggest fan of your relationship and he lets it be known frequently. He just thinks you two are cute together and he’s happy Megumi is branching out a bit.

You two are the couple having a private conversation even though you’re in a group, and the conversation you’re having seems to be way more interesting than whatever the group is talking about

You make him smile which I think might be the most important thing. Your own silly shenanigans mix well with the other first years. Especially Yuji

You get sucked into hijinks with Yuji so often that if you’ve spontaneously gone missing throughout the day Megumi just tries to find Yuji and you’re usually with him doing something stupid

“Can I ask why you’re baking with my girlfriend, Itadori?”

“It was supposed the be a surprise for you to talk you into movie night.” Yuji grumbles.

He actually thinks it’s really adorable how well the two of you get along.

The two of you sitting together and listening to the wild things that Yuji says. Like you’re cuddled up to his side listening to Yuji passionately explain to you why tall women with big butts are his reason for waking up every morning and you are seriously invested while Megumi is just staring at Yuji like he’s an idiot.