[03:26] Megumi's Soulmate

[03:26] megumi's soulmate

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"i've just met my soulmate." you sit down at the lunch table with the same three friends you always sit with; kugisaki nobara, yuuji itadori, and megumi fushiguro. your excited smile is wiped off as soon as you realised that none of them had paid attention. "um, excuse me, where is the reaction." as sassy as your remark was, nobara sighed.

"y/n, you tell us this every week, and it's always just some guy you made eye contact with for like fifteen seconds." she wasn't wrong, but you fall easy.

maybe it was your subconscious insecurity, but you enjoyed the fact that every once in a while a stranger you'd meet whilst you did things as mundane as grocery shopping would make eye contact with you longer than intended; thus resulting into a spiral of fantasies where you'd imagine yourself in a relationship with said stranger, only to forget about them a week later like a fleeting memory.

silence falls between the four of you, until you spoke up for a moment, trying to stand your ground, "actually we made eye contact for twenty seconds." it came out as more of a mumble than a speech, causing your friends to burst into a small fit of laughter.

"like that was gonna prove your point l/n-san." yuuji, a trusty friend of yours laughs as he attempts to take a sip from your milk carton. you swat him away, before sticking out your tongue saying how the carton was yours and you spent 150 yen on it.

"you broke bitch." nobara utters snarkily.

"i'm frugal." you enunciate.

the three of them couldn't understand your knack for finding every occasional stranger on the street attractive and then giving them the honour of the title "soulmate" despite meeting them for a second. the only person who could relate with you on this was sadly miwa, but she was barely around for you to be able to converse with in person. thankfully social media exists.

you: miwa chan

you: i made eye contact with someone for like twenty seconds i think its fate

miwa: WERE THEY CUTE

you: i can confirm, they were definitely to our tastes

miwa: YOU SHOULDVE MADE A MOVE

you: NO

after that, you put your phone back in your pocket, ignoring the incessant notificafions of your blue haired friend going wild in your messages.

lunch time finishes, so you, yuuji, nobara and megumi clear up your things for your classes. being the nice friend you were, you offered to take everyone's things for them and throw their rubbish in the bin, only to have megumi help you out as well, saying it's unnecessary for you to be the only person cleaning up.

you throw a gentle smile, "thank you megumi~" you coo lovingly, as he rolls his eyes for the nth time today and you laugh, following after him.

"we're heading off first, we'll see you guys in class!" yuuji waves energetically, as if you'd never notice him bidding his adieu.

cleaning up your hands, you politely give megumi some of your hand sanitizer that's been scented with aloe vera, a fragrance he favours rather greatly and continues to ask for more.

"i'll run out at this point, dipshit." you say, squirting one last portion of the gel as he inhales the scent of his poised hands before breaking out into a fit of coughing. "karma's a bitch megumi kun."

he glares as brings his hands towards your face, trying to get you to eat the aroma of your own sanitizer, "oh yeah?"

your bodies move closer and closer, with you only screeching as his laugh bellows in the empty hallways, arms intertwined comfortably, yet playfully.

"megumi kun! y/n chan! stop canoodling whilst you have your next classes with me, your favourite teacher~" gojo is pouting like a child, yet teases as he watches the two of you act like teenagers in love- never mind.

suddenly, megumi's face is teeming with a shade of crimson and clears his throat as you look down at your feet, a habit you tended to whenever you were flustered.

"sorry sensei, come on megumi." you hold eye contact for a few moments.

just a little longer, he thinks.

and you walk away from him to your class as he watches your back proceed away from him for about thirty seconds.

if you could just turn around.

a/n: i need to stop posting so sporadically

whoops

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i felt this in my soul 😭

the moment i have enough money for the clothes i want, its over for everyone

when i learn how to be aesthetic i’ll be a god

[00:28] suna confesses to you

warnings none just icky fluff

"i'm sorry what?" a composition of letters that represented your surprise as you took several steps back formed from the back of your throat.

"i said i like you. we should date." suna's constant monotonous tone resonated in the empty classroom.

leaning back on your desk, one hand positioned comfortably in the insert of his pocket, the other resting comfortably on the table on which you sat. an awkward silence grew between you two, and the abundance of the wind blew into the classroom, filling in the role of the sound that you or suna were supposed to play.

what do you say to someone that you've liked since your first year says they like you too? all the years of admiring from a distance, blushing crimson red just from a greeting all the way to every time he threw a sweet compliment your way. you had never thought of the future where suna had actually liked you too, it was always going to be, graduate, eventually move on and have some sweet vanilla romance story with a stranger you met in a café. not, whatever this was.

"ouch, i guess this is a rejection?" he whispers quietly, yet kept the same inscrutable expression he wore to school.

"n-no, i just, wasn't expecting you to like me back." you finally breathed out, and he chuckles. chuckles?

"why wouldn't i? you're cute as fuck." his brazen attitude brought a flush to your cheeks and you couldn't look him in the eyes anymore. was he always this nice?

"oh, so what do we do?" as cute as you were to suna, you happened to be the most nescient being to ever walk the earth, so of course he decided to take matters into his own hands.

today was good enough for you, you didn't expect it to get better. you aced your math test, you were able to get in the lunch line early, and not only was your two year crush confessing to you, but he was kissing you too?

pulling away, you panted, as did he, and you both burst into a fit of laughter, recomposing yourselves, before clearing your throats, leaving the awkward atmosphere to grow back in its old place.

"are we gonna date or what?"

"oh! yeah, that, of course!"

a/n: idk what this is, i just wanna kiss suna lol

.iloveyou - miya osamu

.pairings osamu x fem!reader, suna x fem!reader

.genre post break up, timeskip!au

.ongoing | completed

.tw heartbreak if it counts

.wc; 1.1k

SUMMARY

osamu is at your wedding, and all he can think about is your memories together and how he thought you were going to be his eternity.

he watched you in the arms of another. he stared, sat on the pews placed in the front of the church. he teared up as you spoke your vows. but of course he had to applaud as the two of you kissed, smiling into each other's lips, listening to the cheers of the crowd around you.

the afterparty hurt. it burned a hole through his chest, sitting idly on the table with some old friends from high school. he swirled his scotch gently on the coaster, ignoring the screams and lights of the crowd. as much as he tried to, he wanted to avoid your beautiful gaze towards your newlywed husband, he wanted to disregard the bright expression that was upheld on your face as you danced to the song that belonged to you two. it was yours before you were his.

but he just couldn't. no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't just defy the impact of your smile. he fell victim to it years before in high school. elaborating onto that, your laugh was intoxicating, and your scent was nothing but addictive; it could've hooked anyone else in, but no, it chose him. his best friend.

it was no surprise osamu would fall for you. you were so sweet, caring, audacious and humorous. you were everything he wanted and more. you were his definition of happy, you were the muscles in his face that brought a smile, and the jokes that slipped a laugh out of his stoic face.

if you had the strength to make osamu laugh, then you had just as much strength to break his heart. and break his heart you did. the names engraved on the save the date invitations shot an arrow through his chest, and he almost buckled as he read the names "l/n y/n" and "suna rintaro".

it was then osamu realised you were his forever, but he was only your temporary, and he had to live with that now. especially since he had mastered the "happy" act of the groom's best friend at the wedding.

a bouquet flew in his direction and he caught it, thankfully due to his previous sport experience. you quickly waddled towards him, arms barely holding up the length of your ivory white dress. a smile etched upon your face as you giggled, and brought the microphone back up towards your lips.

“ladies and gentlemen, it seems miya osamu will be getting married soon!” you joke, bringing the crowd, including osamu, into laughter. osamu hands the bouquet back which you gratefully hold in return, and turn around, walking back up to the front and telling the crowd that you need to sit down for a bit, as a result of your feet lugging around in three inch heels for the past four or five hours.

slowly, you make your way to osamu, and sit down, cheeks red from excitement. of course, it was your wedding day.

“i'm so glad you could make it 'samu.” you huffed out, the light of your dress reflecting upon your face.

“me too, mrs suna.” he teases.

“i honestly thought it would be you at the altar with me,” a choke emits from osamu's lips as you stare at the ring on your finger, “but i love rin so much. he feels like home. words can't even begin to describe how happy i am, knowing that i met him.”

osamu nods, tragically, letting out a pathetic chuckle as he thinks of your high school romance.

“i loved what we had osamu, but we were teenagers,” in love “so thank you for that experience, i'm so glad i have someone like you in my life.” you finally stand up, but slip in the process, with osamu there to hold you by the arm to stop you from getting injured. he beams as you walk away from him, and towards rin.

despite him being a man of very few words, he had so much to say to you, but held it in, knowing he didn't want to ruin your day. his smile fades away, and he looks down at his hand that held your arm, and clenches his fist.

he remembers when the two of you were sixteen, making food together at his house, leaving extras for atsumu. he remembers seventeen, when you wore his jersey from freshman year to his interhigh nationals, and when you ran into his arms after the game ended; he remembers how you took a train just to watch the game. he remembers eighteen, when you get a small tattoo, albeit your parents would practically murder you when they find out (and they did), of a small heart onto the side of your middle finger, and how he kissed it after you showed him. he'll remember the two of you making out in the front seat of his car, when he first gets his license, and how you ran your hands through his hair. he'll remember every fragment of your essence, and cherish all of it.

he remembers you as l/n y/n, but it would be now known that you are suna y/n. and he was okay with that, because he loves loved you, tenderly, tragically. he watches you again, slow dance in the arms of suna rintaro, slowly pull your faces close together as you go in for a kiss, and he looks away, tears pooling at his waterline.

so miya osamu was okay with you having a happy ending without him, because you were his happy, you were the pearly gates to his heaven, the sun on a rainy day, and the three leaved clover in his garden, three signifying his hope, love and faith for you, for you were always going to be there in his life.

even if the distance grew between you two through time, it would not eradicate the love you carried for one another, even if yours had evolved from a romantic love to a love one would have for friend. but if he had the chance, he would go back in time and love you once again, despite knowing the ending between you two.

osamu pulls a lamentable smile, and stands up from his seat, before making his way out of the stuffy hallways, and into the open air of the outdoors. his chest feels lighter, and he exhales, walking towards his car in the dark of the night, feeling the vibrations of the party music slowly fade away, and sits in his car, head laying onto the driver's seat.

he manoeuvres his car out of the parking lot, and sets out on an aimless drive, ignoring the incessant texts from you and rintaro, asking where the bride and groom's best friend went. he grips the wheel tighter, and blinks the teardrops away from his eyes, accelerating the speed of the car.

he can move on from you, some day, just not right now.

a/n: bonjour mon bebes i will actually try to finish the gojo angst i have held onto for like a week now im so sorry for the delay i hope u like this subpar masterpiece i have in its stead

[03:26] megumi's soulmate

warnings cursing(?)

"i've just met my soulmate." you sit down at the lunch table with the same three friends you always sit with; kugisaki nobara, yuuji itadori, and megumi fushiguro. your excited smile is wiped off as soon as you realised that none of them had paid attention. "um, excuse me, where is the reaction." as sassy as your remark was, nobara sighed.

"y/n, you tell us this every week, and it's always just some guy you made eye contact with for like fifteen seconds." she wasn't wrong, but you fall easy.

maybe it was your subconscious insecurity, but you enjoyed the fact that every once in a while a stranger you'd meet whilst you did things as mundane as grocery shopping would make eye contact with you longer than intended; thus resulting into a spiral of fantasies where you'd imagine yourself in a relationship with said stranger, only to forget about them a week later like a fleeting memory.

silence falls between the four of you, until you spoke up for a moment, trying to stand your ground, "actually we made eye contact for twenty seconds." it came out as more of a mumble than a speech, causing your friends to burst into a small fit of laughter.

"like that was gonna prove your point l/n-san." yuuji, a trusty friend of yours laughs as he attempts to take a sip from your milk carton. you swat him away, before sticking out your tongue saying how the carton was yours and you spent 150 yen on it.

"you broke bitch." nobara utters snarkily.

"i'm frugal." you enunciate.

the three of them couldn't understand your knack for finding every occasional stranger on the street attractive and then giving them the honour of the title "soulmate" despite meeting them for a second. the only person who could relate with you on this was sadly miwa, but she was barely around for you to be able to converse with in person. thankfully social media exists.

you: miwa chan

you: i made eye contact with someone for like twenty seconds i think its fate

miwa: WERE THEY CUTE

you: i can confirm, they were definitely to our tastes

miwa: YOU SHOULDVE MADE A MOVE

you: NO

after that, you put your phone back in your pocket, ignoring the incessant notificafions of your blue haired friend going wild in your messages.

lunch time finishes, so you, yuuji, nobara and megumi clear up your things for your classes. being the nice friend you were, you offered to take everyone's things for them and throw their rubbish in the bin, only to have megumi help you out as well, saying it's unnecessary for you to be the only person cleaning up.

you throw a gentle smile, "thank you megumi~" you coo lovingly, as he rolls his eyes for the nth time today and you laugh, following after him.

"we're heading off first, we'll see you guys in class!" yuuji waves energetically, as if you'd never notice him bidding his adieu.

cleaning up your hands, you politely give megumi some of your hand sanitizer that's been scented with aloe vera, a fragrance he favours rather greatly and continues to ask for more.

"i'll run out at this point, dipshit." you say, squirting one last portion of the gel as he inhales the scent of his poised hands before breaking out into a fit of coughing. "karma's a bitch megumi kun."

he glares as brings his hands towards your face, trying to get you to eat the aroma of your own sanitizer, "oh yeah?"

your bodies move closer and closer, with you only screeching as his laugh bellows in the empty hallways, arms intertwined comfortably, yet playfully.

"megumi kun! y/n chan! stop canoodling whilst you have your next classes with me, your favourite teacher~" gojo is pouting like a child, yet teases as he watches the two of you act like teenagers in love- never mind.

suddenly, megumi's face is teeming with a shade of crimson and clears his throat as you look down at your feet, a habit you tended to whenever you were flustered.

"sorry sensei, come on megumi." you hold eye contact for a few moments.

just a little longer, he thinks.

and you walk away from him to your class as he watches your back proceed away from him for about thirty seconds.

if you could just turn around.

a/n: i need to stop posting so sporadically