Hands.

hands.

pairing: rengoku kyoujurou x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 798

Kyoujurou has been staring at you for an awfully long time now.

Sneaking a furtive glance at him as you reach for more potato starch, you wonder what exactly is so interesting about what you’re doing: kneading mochi dough with your hands. It’s a simple, repetitive and frankly, quite boring task, so you have absolutely no clue as to why Kyoujurou has been kneeling at the entrance to the kitchen for the last half an hour just to watch you pound dough.

“Kyou,” you call out softly, and instantly Kyoujurou’s back straightens, his usual smile brightening to rival the afternoon sun outside. 

“Yes!”

“Is there…” you gesture to the kitchen around you with flour dusted fingers, brows furrowed in confusion. “Something you need from the kitchen?”

“No!”

You raise an eyebrow, chewing your bottom lip between your teeth as you try to figure out what exactly he wants. “… Something to eat?”

“No!” His bright eyes sparkle like rubies caught in the sunlight. “Carry on, please! I shan’t disturb you!”

Hesitantly, you go back to kneading at the dough, trying to remain calm while your mind fumbles through a hundred and one possibilities in its panic. What does he want? Is he perhaps hungry? Are you kneading the mochi wrong? 

Five minutes of intense staring later, you finally give up on trying to focus on your task and turn around to face Kyoujurou sternly. “Kyoujurou.”

He springs to attention the second you call his name. “Yes! What do you need!”

“Kyou, I don’t know why you’ve been here the entire time, but I can’t concentrate if you keep staring at me like that.” You chide softly, and Kyoujurou blinks up at you owlishly with those honest amber eyes. Then his shoulders slump forward ever so slightly, and you start to panic. “Was I… a disturbance?”

“No, no!” You try to rectify your mistake as quickly as possible, kneeling in front of him so that you are eye to eye with the Flame Pillar. “I just want to know what you’re doing here, that’s all.”

“Oh! That!” His smile turns a hint more awkward, and his fingers grip the fabric of his pants tightly. “I simply wanted to watch you make mochi! Kochou said that it is a relaxing activity, and would be a good thing to do when I am not hunting demons!”

“Ahh… so that’s why.” You say, but can’t help the little twinge of disappointment in you. Turning around, you reach for the bowl of potato starch once more to hide the expression on your face. “Well, I suppose you could shift a little closer to watch-”

“You also have very beautiful hands!”

At his words, you fumble with the bowl and very nearly drop it on the ground, wheeling around to stare at Kyoujurou with wide eyes. His expression hasn’t changed the least, but the only difference is that his cheeks are now a bright shade of fuchsia. “Umm… what did you just say?”

“I said, you have very beautiful hands!” Kyoujurou repeats himself, his words almost a shout - and you hear a tiny quaver in his voice. His eyes are decidedly focused on the wall behind you. “If you would allow, I would like to hold them!”

You stare at him a few moments more, mouth moving soundlessly as you try to find the right words to answer him. “You… want to hold… my hands?”

Kyoujurou’s so red you’re afraid steam might start escaping his ears. “Uzui said that it would be more prudent to confess in a roundabout way, in case you did not feel the same!”

At the mention of the Sound Pillar’s name, you finally let out a tiny laugh and Kyoujurou looks at you in surprise. You’re going to kill that big idiot the next time you see him. “This is all Uzui’s fault, isn’t it?” You reach out to take Kyoujurou’s hands directly in yours, wrapping your fingers gently around his. The Flame Pillar shivers, and you hear the slight hitch in his breath. “Then, I’ll trouble you to keep holding them for me, Kyo.”

At your words, Kyoujurou looks at you in surprise for a moment, before his smile widens to the point where he shines so bright it almost hurts your eyes. His bigger hands cradle yours gently, as if you’re the most precious thing in the world. “Yes! I surely will!”

He beams at you for a few moments more before you look down at your conjoined hands and let out a soft noise of surprise. “Ahh… I got starch all over your hands. Let me get a cloth, I’ll wipe it off-”

Before you can pull away from him, however, he tugs you back to him with a bright smile. 

“I’m never letting this hand go!”

RYOMEN SUKUNA || little one?

request: I can’t get this out of my head but sukuna must have had alot of followers but this one was childish and saw him has her savior which made sukuna have a soft spot for her thus where his scarf came from was from her obi that she gave to him one winter

note: ….soft!sukuna hours, you say? I like that, I like that a lot. but tbh tho, this entire story just kinda sounds like you two are playing house HAHAHAHA. hope you don’t mind. it started out very soft, but it ended up becoming lokwey angst?? maybe i just woke up today and chose pain??? so this is what i’ve come up with love. but i hope you do not mind love!

pronouns: she/her 

Being stuck inside such a brat of a host ends up giving you a lot of time to think about yourself was what Sukuna realises as he leans back into his throne, long nails gently stroking one of the horns of the bull skull that was closest to him. After being asleep for a thousand years, things have changed a lot since the last time he was around.

It is during these times when he is alone that he thinks of the times when he was alive - the chances he wished he took, the odd characters he had met along the way, and of the times where he get to live as a free man. Whenever he thinks of the time when he was free, his mind always wonders back to a particular woman to return to the forefront of his mind.

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the fushigojos are like heaven on earth literal sweet tooth rotting fluff but like imagine the angst and (almost) crashing and burning 😔 where theres a huge argument/fight that tears gojo and his lover apart,,, and the kids just have no idea what to do or how to resolve the situation ☹☹☹

oh boy subtle fushigojo angst incoming

the air in the apartment is icy.

you’re in the kitchen, quietly getting the kid’s lunches ready while gojo pretends he’s still asleep on the couch.

at the dining table between you two, megumi pushes leftover cereal around in his bowl, and tsumiki picks at the crust of her toast.

megumi thinks the lack of unreasonably upbeat morning energy is unsettling. there’s none of the usual banter between you and gojo. no humming as you put on a pot of coffee for the two of you to share or giggles as he wraps his arms around you in an eye-roll worthy display of affection.

he never thought he'd prefer it to...whatever this was.

judging from the way tsumiki keeps glancing between you both, she thought the same. they'd both heard the way you'd argued last night, heard your hushed but harsh voices in the living room.

"he was our friend. i couldn't just..."

"...still shouldn’t have left the body there, satoru! what happens if...and the kids..."

neither of them knew who exactly you were talking about, but it must have been someone important for the tense atmosphere to have carried into the morning.

by the time gojo drags himself off the couch, rubbing pitifully at the back of his neck as he slowly approaches the kitchen, you're ignoring him, washing your hands at the sink. then you pour yourself a mug of coffee and brush past him without a word, retreating out onto the balcony. no sickly sweet good morning kiss or whiny clinging.

he just sighs, pouring himself some coffee and immediately sipping at it without adding an absurd amount of cream or sugar.

so something is wrong wrong. gojo drinking black coffee in the morning is the equivalent of watching aunt shoko end a long night with a mug of warm milk.

"still pissed at me, huh?" he asks them, leaning on the counter and nodding his head towards the balcony door.

"obviously," megumi answers, glaring at tsumiki when she kicks him under the table.

gojo just rubs a hand over his face, groaning. "yeah, well, i did something kind of stupid."

"obviously."

tsumiki kicks him again, and this time it's accompanied by a glare of her own. "don't worry, gojo-san, you just need to apologize."

"it's not really something i can apologize for," he sighs, and for the first time, megumi sees how run-down his guardian looks.

"do it anyway." he says it bluntly, rising from the table to bring his and tsumiki's dishes to the sink. "it'd help, at least."

"yeah, i know." gojo slings an arm around him as he turns on the tap and rolls up his sleeves. "thanks, megumi. i knew you'd be on--"

"not on your side," the teen bristles, scowling when gojo ruffles his hair. his next words come out in a mumble, barely audible over the running water. "i just...i don't like it when you guys fight."

gojo's quiet for a moment, arm tightening around megumi's shoulders ever so slightly. "yeah, i know. i don't either. now c'mon, grab your blazers, guys. you don't wanna be late for school."

everyone's pulling on their shoes by the time you come back inside, handing them their lunches and pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads (a habit that'd taken root when they were young, tsumiki shyly asking for one after seeing you plant a kiss on gojo's cheek before he would head out).

even though you're mad at him, even though you grab gojo's jaw a little harsher than you usually would, you still plant a quick kiss on his lips and murmur a quiet, i love you, that gojo doesn't hesitate to reciprocate.

megumi and tsumiki exchange small smiles, because they know everything's going to be okay.

Megumi: I think I know what you’re thinking

Yuuji: You’d be the first, cause I don’t

Sukuna: Can confirm, it’s quiet in here

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𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

General TW/content :slight angst, smut, mature content, mild yandere themes, age gap (8 years), manipulation, unhealthy relationship(?), possessive gojo, mutual obsession

Description : Your family has been serving the Gojo clan since Edo period as their servants. You couldn’t be more proud of their loyalty. However, you couldn’t find yourself respecting the head of the clan, Gojo Satoru anymore especially after he denied the request to promote you to higher grade of sorcerer.

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➻ Prologue

➻ Infatuation 🍸🍷

➻ Devotion 🍸🍷

➻ Yearning 🥂🍷

➻ His Side : Fondness 🍸🍷

〔Also in ao3!〕

Notes : I listened to this playlist and this. And the word ‘Lord Gojo’ didn’t leave my mind for a whole month. I was really inspired that I will do a short series based on that lol.

Hot take but the people who makes jokes about how Shigaraki and Dabi are disgusting for not showering or taking better care of themselves really forget that:

At least 70% of Dabi's body is covered in burns and I'm saying this as someone who had relatives getting terrible burns: you have to be double careful with those injuries if you don't want one to get an infection.

One of the treatments for that shit involves daily peeling the burned parts to avoid them from getting contaminated and then apply the medication it needs.

By the way, I bet Dabi's inmune system sucks because he needs to take antibiotics constantly. I bet he's constantly getting sick. Someone buy this guy some multivitamins please. I'm worried.

For what we know, he's also having a terrible time processing food and getting the nutrients he needs to keep himself alive. His poor stomach.

But let's keep the focus.

Dabi probably cleans his wounds regularly. He needs to apply something to prevent infections, he needs to replace the staples, etc.

I actually thinks he needs to clean his clothes a lot because they can contaminate him too.

When it comes to Shigaraki, we have seen him changing outfits and dressing nicely as soon as he can. He's clothes are usually comfortable and practical.

I mean, he's wearing cut hands of real dead people not because he likes the aesthetic. There's a whole deal in the manga on those hands symbolizing his development and being directly linked to his traumas.

Really, for the people who think everything can be cured with beauty products: that's shit, pal. Emotions and traumas can generate physical responses. I think that's the case of Shigaraki's scratching, which means it won't go away just by applying some medicine. It can tone down, but won't dissappear.

The representation they give is amazing because it's very very important to understand there's a whole deal of people who doesn't have the time or the money to have perfect skin and it doesn't fucking matter. They deserve to live as much as anyone, they deserve love and appreciation and there are more people like that than there's people with precious wonderful skin care.

That's why it hurts so many people when artist just erase their scars and burn marks and scratches. They don't have to "heal" or "erase" those to be happy or live healthy.

Both Dabi and Shigaraki represent people with chronic conditions. It's more likely they'll never heal from it— well, they obviously can because this is fantasy and anything can fucking happen and be valid, but I guess you understand my point.

It's so funny how Dabi and Shigaraki were the two first to call out each other on their looks. That's recognition, buddy. They realized the other was dealing with something similar, even if subconsciously, and that's why it was okay at some level. They were okay with it.

The rest of the League just adapted. They even got scared when Bakugo blasted the hand off Shigaraki's face. It was Shigaraki who stopped them and told them it was okay at some level.

And oh my fucking God they are poor.

The conditions they live in are precarious as it's best, specially for people with wounds that are constantly reopening. I don't know if you know how poor people live but spoiler alert, they can't exactly pay for A+ treatment and psychological help and other stuff.

When you're living in such misery, small things like dyeing your hair or playing videogames can help a lot. You don't feel the need to be beautiful so other people can admire you, you don't own society shit, so you'll better do what you like if you want to find a reason to stay alive at all.

And don't even get me started on the jokes about them being incels or whatever. This is something way more personal for me but I'm tired of such complex characters being reduced to sexual matters. I couldn't care less about sex and being honest, knowing that the manga has said absolutely nothing about it, we're not even sure they do give a fuck either.

I apogize for my language.

Have a nice day.

And keep this all in mind.