Suguru Geto Or Toji Fushiguro Sitting On My Lap Rn Would Lowkey Fix Me. Just Saying

Suguru geto or Toji fushiguro sitting on my lap rn would lowkey fix me. Just saying 🤷🏾‍♀️

Hating Gojo Satoru makes him 10x more obnoxious because you could spit on him and he’d not only catch it in his mouth, but swallow it too.

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

”He want lipstick, lip gloss, hickeys too.”

Toji with a cute girlfriend.

Toji loves cute, borderline childlike girls. Some part of it might be due to his trauma. The Zenin clan, even if you’re favored, never really gives you the chance to be a kid. To enjoy playing in the mud or sitting down and watching your favorite cartoons while eating cereal. He’s projecting that repressed “inner child”, whatever that is, through people whose interests seem to be…childish. Maybe, it's his masculinity? Toji wants to feel like a protector no matter who he’s with. A powerless man intends to rely on his strength for comfort. He can’t help but imagine himself as this strict yet loving patriarchal figure. The strong husband with the dainty wife, kids, and some scary dog that the neighborhood kids shake at. Maybe it’s as simple as Toji is a grumpy, old bastard who can’t help it pretty sunshines come into his life and give him a taste of their warmth. His first wife was like that but in a more stable way. Every time she saw an animal, doesn’t matter if it was a stray or owned, her eyes would light up as she kneeled to excitedly baby talk at them. She’d also do the same to tease Toji whenever he “sulked”. You and her shared these qualities, but yours were more exaggerated.  Your house was filled with plushies of all shapes and sizes. Toji claims he can only vaguely remember some of them. Although, when he comes home with an almost life-size Snorlax plush you’ve been wanting, you can’t help but wonder. Your white desk is covered in Sanrio stickers and cute little bears and rabbits. The vanity that sits atop it is heart-shaped. Like your bedsheets and your pillows, except for the Hello Kitty one on the right. Sometimes when you’re doing your makeup at the desk, he’ll lay, half naked in the pastel pink and blue heart blanket with the Hello Kitty pillow supporting his head and just watch. He’ll see the little tattoos you have of Melody, Cinnamonroll, and Kuromi. He remembers you saying that you scheduled an appointment for a new tattoo. It’s some grumpy little penguin who you think looks like Toji. He scowled at you and squinted his eyes, trying to see any resemblance and you giggled in his face, calling him an old man. He can’t remember the name though, oh well. Even your makeup is cute. Makeup plattes with Sailor Moon, blush that comes in a heart-shaped package. Lip stains and oils you bought specifically because it had Hello Kitty on it. Also, ones with a heart-shaped polka-dotted guy and a sleeping koala. He knows you’ve told him about it, but he can’t function when he looks at you sometimes.  “And which one of your hoes do you intend to see?” He groggily smirks as he squeezes your heart pillow like a stress toy. He needs to be cheeky with you. It makes it easier for him to breathe without getting flustered.  “Toji, shut up before I make you.” You bite while focusing on putting on your lashes.  He chuckles. The one thing about you that is razor-sharp is your tongue.  “Yes, Ma’am.”