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colds ...

☆ toge inumaki x reader . ☆ you take care of toge after he catches a cold .

— carrying a small tray with steaming tea and a bowl of white rice, you entered toge's dorm room after nothing more than a quiet "salmon" after your knock.

upon sliding the shoji door open, you saw toge in a bundle of blankets on his bed, his pale hair fluffed up around his face and framing his half-lidded eyes.

"hey," you said quietly, avoiding interrupting the quiet atmosphere. approaching the second-year's bed and carefully sitting by him, you set the tray down next to your seat and took the cup of tea in your hands.

you expected a soft reply from toge, but the sick teen barely gave you a nod. he just blinked in acknowledgement, silently appreciating your presence.

"overdid it again?" you asked. toge shifted his head to the side a little, seeming embarrassed by his shortcoming. eventually shaking his head in disagreement, he gave you a strained murmur;

"kelp."

you hummed in reply, your gaze returning to the steaming cup of tea in your hands. having known toge as your partner for long enough now, you understood what his neutral reply really meant.

"a cold, huh," you muttered, turning to look back at toge. "how unfortunate. i'm sorry to hear that."

"cod roe," was the crackly, hoarse response from the similarly-aged teen. he pointed at the cup of tea in your hands, seemingly requesting to drink it.

"no, it's all mine," you grinned, obviously teasing. the pale-haired boy retaliated by lightly thwacking you over the head with a nearby pillow, causing you to laugh.

"hey, hey! i was kidding! i would never bring one cup of tea if i was planning to drink some," you chuckled. "here."

toge gratefully took the cup once you offered it to him, pulling the zipper down on his hood and putting his lips to the rim.

"it's still hot, so be careful, alright?" you advised, shuffling over to sit next to the shorter boy and putting a careful arm around his shoulders.

toge let out a soft hum as he slowly sipped from the steaming cup, smiling slightly at the taste. it was matcha tea, something you had already figured out was his favorite by the amount of times he'd picked it out in the mornings.

"tuna," he rasped in thanks, looking at you with a soft light in his eyes.

"no problem, silly," you chuckled.

both of you fell into relative silence, toge eventually resting his head on your shoulder once his teacup was empty. his hair, albeit messy, was fluffy to the touch and tickled the crook of your neck.

it was peaceful, occasional chatter and hubbub passing by outside the dorm room and across the corridor, but the room itself was calm.

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winter time ...

☆ toji fushiguro x fem reader . ☆ your husband returns home after a difficult day in winter .

— "evenin', sugar," called the familiar gruff voice you knew as your fiancé's as he stepped into the apartment. the sound of the door closing shut was followed by soft yet strong footsteps, and soon enough toji's tall figure was illuminated by the sunset glaring through the windows. the bleeding palette of the reds, oranges and pinks bathed his tough features in almost a soft light- it gave way to the calmer, sweeter toji you knew better than the outside world.

"how've you been? good day?" he asked, flopping down next to you on the couch and resting a strong arm over the back of the cushion.

"yeah, 'ts fine. cold though," you replied, a subtle yawn escaping your lips.

"mm," toji hummed, pulling your body close to his own. "'s winter now, that's why. did you remember a coat?"

"yeah, i did. wore the one you got me for my birthday," you exhaled a lighthearted chuckle, a smile making its way onto your face.

toji's expression mirrored yours, as he reached down and placed a kiss to the crown of your head.

"y'still like that coat," he grinned. "'s gettin' chilly now, though. make sure you wrap up warm."

a chuckle escaped your lips. despite his outward exterior, he was such a softie at heart. only for you, or course. you couldn't pay him to show affection to anyone else.

a sudden pull broke your train of thought, as you noticed you were now resting against toji's broad chest. his arms were comfortably around your waist, his hands gently holding your hips.

"'s cold," he murmured. "need your warmth, sugar."

"awh, you're cold? 's it because it's winter?" you grinned. "'s a little chilly, hm?"

"yeah," he huffed, nuzzling his nose into your hair and inhaling your sweet scent. strawberries and vanilla, he always said. insisted, even.

relative yet comfortable silence soon began to rest upon the pair of you, something that seemed rare nowadays. a rare treasure, worth more than any material worth.

the quiet comfort shared between you lasted for longer than expected, and it was only when toji's hold on your waist loosened and more of his weight pressed against you that you realized he had fallen asleep. similar to the soft silence, seeing him rest peacefully without a care in the world was just as, if not even more rare to see. and you couldn't deny it was even more of a treasure.

you snuggled comfortably into his shoulder, your face in the crook of his neck. now your turn to take in his scent, his soft cologne seemed to envelop your entire world.

your hand instinctively ran gently along his jawline, as he slept with a more-than-adorable smile on his face.

whereas summer was spent barely touching and wishing you had no body heat, winter times were much more cuddly and heat-preserving. highly favored.

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morning after ...

☆ yuji itadori x megumi fushiguro. ☆ two boys wake up together after an eventful night. ☆ contains slightly suggestive content.

— newborn sunlight bled through the half-drawn curtains of megumi's dormitory, the golden glow bouncing off the shouji doors and casting the sleeping boys in a geometric mess of shadow and brightness.

both boys were still sound asleep— yuji's face tucked snugly into the crook of megumi's neck and his arms loosely around his torso. similarly, megumi's arms enveloped yuji's marginally smaller body; one arm slung across his side and the other wrapped around his shoulders.

it was only when yuji stirred did he awaken— much to his displeasure. he groaned sleepily and squinted at the sunlight, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. he huffed and turned his head away from the window, nuzzling back against megumi's body.

"'gumi," he murmured hoarsely after multiple failed attempts to go back to sleep. "wake up."

megumi mumbled something incoherent, his eyelids fluttering as yuji's voice echoed in his ears. he weakly batted a hand as he was shaken lightly, before bleakly opening his dim eyes.

"'s morning already?" he questioned softly, his words blending together through a yawn.

yuji caught the same yawn, nodding his head.

"yeah.. 's early though. don't think anyone else is awake," he murmured back.

"good," megumi replied, adjusting his hold on his partner and pulling him closer against his body.

yuji exhaled a quiet groan at the sudden movement, feeling the aches in his body flare. megumi paused his possessive cuddling and fully opened his eyes, taking note of his boyfriend's uncomfortable expression.

"what's wrong?" he questioned. "you sore?"

yuji blushed in embarrassment, quickly hiding his face in the crook of megumi's shoulder.

"i'll take that as a yes," the older boy exhaled a laugh, running his fingers up and down the other's arm in an affectionate manner. "told you, you should've been less rough."

"i was drunk," yuji whined indignantly. "it's not my fault."

megumi scoffed. "yeah, yeah, whatever you say. just take it easy today," he mumbled, kissing yuji's crown once he received an affirmative hum.

"love you."

"love you too."

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I just know Suguru catches her in the kitchen at like 3-4 in the morning eating like she hasn't seen food in WEEKS

I almost gave up on this drawing 3 times pray I finish it

Sprinkles of Sweetness : S. Ge x Fem!Reader

[ In which Suguru Geto, the terrifying cult leader himself, has a Sanrio obsessed girlfriend! ]

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Suguru Geto strides into the room with his usual commanding presence, his dark eyes cold and unreadable. The cult members fall silent, their hushed whispers dying off as they part to make way for him. To them, Geto is terrifying—an enigma wrapped in shadow. His very aura demands respect and fear, and they dare not cross him.

But none of that matters to you.

The moment you spot him, your eyes light up like stars, a bright smile stretching across your face. You bounce over to him, clutching a plush toy of Hello Kitty in one hand and a bag filled with Sanrio goodies in the other. “Suguru! Look what I got today!” Your voice is light and cheerful, entirely out of place in the dimly lit hall where his followers gather.

Geto’s lips twitch, the faintest hint of a smile threatening to break through his stoic mask. He’s always like this around you. No matter how grim or intimidating he appears to others, when you’re near, his hard exterior softens. “What is it this time, Reader?”

You beam up at him, not at all fazed by the heavy atmosphere in the room. “Look, it’s a Pompompurin keychain! Isn’t he adorable?” You hold it up with both hands, the tiny, golden retriever-shaped charm dangling from your fingers. You shift a bit closer, your Sanrio-themed tote brushing against his black robes.

The cult members exchange confused glances, unsure of how to react. Geto—THE Geto—the man they fear and worship in equal measure, is being shown… a plush keychain? And more than that, he seems completely at ease. It’s surreal.

Geto’s eyes flicker down to the keychain, and though his expression remains largely unchanged, you catch the way his eyes soften, just for you. “Adorable,” he echoes, his deep voice a little warmer. “I assume you bought more than just that?”

You nod eagerly and pull out a matching Pompompurin notebook, stickers, and even a small tote bag adorned with Sanrio characters. “They had a sale, and I couldn’t resist!” You start to chatter about all the different Sanrio items you saw, your voice full of excitement. “Kuromi and My Melody stuff too! But you know, Pompompurin is still the cutest!”

The cult members are frozen in place, unsure if they should leave or stay. Some look visibly uncomfortable, but none dare to make a move without Geto’s dismissal. You, however, are completely oblivious to the tension in the room. Your focus is solely on Suguru, as if nobody else in the world matters.

He doesn’t mind, though. In fact, he revels in it. You’re his light, his constant in a world that’s grown increasingly cruel. He doesn’t care if his followers think it’s strange—he loves it. Loves the contrast between your sweetness and the fear he instills in others. To him, you’re a precious reminder of everything good that remains, and your obsession with Sanrio is just another charming aspect to your character.

“Why don’t you show me more later?” he says quietly, ignoring the wide-eyed looks from his subordinates. “We have some business to finish first.”

You nod enthusiastically, but your smile falters just a little. “Okay, but don’t take too long! I want to show you my Pompompurin stickers too, and maybe we can watch a Sanrio movie together?”

Geto gives you a rare, genuine smile—the kind that makes the cult members’ jaws drop. “Of course. I’ll be there soon.”

You giggle and lean up to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, completely unfazed by the deadly aura that usually surrounds him. “I’ll hold you to that! Don’t keep me waiting, okay?” With that, you skip out of the room, leaving a trail of cheerfulness in your wake.

Once you’re gone, Geto’s smile fades, and his expression returns to its usual steely calm. He turns to his cult members, the air growing thick with tension once more. “Let’s continue,” he says in a cold, authoritative tone.

As soon as you leave the room, the atmosphere shifts drastically. Suguru’s warmth evaporates, replaced by an icy, oppressive air that sends chills down the spines of his followers. His eyes narrow as they settle on the group before him, any trace of softness gone. He’s their feared leader once again.

“Where were we?” His voice cuts through the silence like a blade.

The cult members immediately snap back to attention, hastily resuming their report. They speak quickly and carefully, terrified of making a mistake now, especially after witnessing such a stark contrast in his demeanor. It’s like watching a predator switch from playfulness to cold calculation, and no one dares question it.

But even as they continue, Geto’s mind wanders briefly back to you. He pictures you sprawled out on the couch, surrounded by a sea of plushies and trinkets, eagerly waiting for him to join you. The image is so jarringly different from the reason he was holding this meeting, but it kept him from killing everyone in the room because they saw that.

He finishes the meeting swiftly, his orders sharp and unforgiving. The cult members scatter as soon as they’re dismissed, all too eager to be out of his presence. Geto doesn’t mind; their fear is useful to him. It keeps them in line, ensures that his plans move forward. But now, he has more important matters to attend to.

By the time he makes his way to the private quarters, he finds you exactly as he imagined. You’re curled up in the middle of the bed, surrounded by your Sanrio treasures—Pompompurin plushies, notebooks, and stickers covering every available surface. You’re humming happily to yourself as you arrange your newest purchases, your energy a stark contrast to the shadowy world outside.

“There you are!” you chirp, looking up as soon as you notice him. You reach out, patting the spot next to you on the bed, and he doesn’t hesitate to join you.

“You finished faster than I thought,” you say, your eyes sparkling. “Does that mean you’ll help me with my sticker collection now?” You hold up a few sheets of stickers. “I’ve been saving this spot in my journal just for us to work on together!”

Geto leans back against the headboard, his hard exterior melting away as he watches you with quiet affection. “I suppose I can spare some time for that,” he murmurs, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You grin wide, immediately scooting closer so you can show him the best spots for the stickers. “Okay, so I was thinking we could start with these little ones here,” you begin, pointing to the cutest Pompompurin stickers with excitement. “They’re so tiny and perfect for the corners!”

As you explain your sticker placement strategy, Geto listens with a level of patience and interest that would be unthinkable to anyone else. To his cult, he’s a ruthless leader. But to you? He’s just Suguru, the man who’ll sit and help you organize Sanrio stickers because it makes you happy.

“Are you sure this one should go here?” he asks, pointing at one of the stickers with mock seriousness. “It’s a bit off-center.”

You gasp dramatically. “Suguru, how could you question my sticker placement?” You lightly poke his arm, pretending to be offended. “I am the expert here, remember?”

His deep chuckle sends warmth through you, and you lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder. Despite the horrors of his world, here, with you, everything is light and soft. You make him feel human in a way he rarely allows himself to be. It’s a fleeting escape, but one he cherishes more than anything.

“Fine,” he concedes, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. “You’re the expert.”

“Thank you,” you say with a giggle, snuggling into his side as you place the last sticker. “I knew you’d see it my way.”

You finish the journal together, filling it with your favorite stickers, and then settle back, basking in the comfortable silence that follows. Your head rests against his chest, the soft sound of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful state.

“Suguru,” you mumble, your voice sleepy, “we should go to the Sanrio store together next time.”

He glances down at you, a rare warmth in his gaze. “You want me to go with you?”

You nod, eyes half-closed. “You’d look so cute with a My Melody keychain,” you tease, your words fading as you start to drift off.

Geto chuckles quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He doubts anyone in his life could ever picture him at a Sanrio store, much less with you hanging onto his arm, giggling over plush toys. But for you? He’d do it without hesitation.

“Maybe,” he murmurs, his voice soft and low. “If it’s with you.”

As you drift into sleep, still clutching your Pompompurin plush, Geto holds you close. To the world, he’s a terrifying figure, the leader of a growing cult. But here, with you in his arms and your Sanrio treasures scattered around, he’s just a man in love with someone who brings color and sweetness into his otherwise bleak world. And for that, he’s endlessly grateful.

Cursed with Colds and Care! - S. GE x S. Go x E. S x Reader

[ In which you are sick with a cold and your lovers comfort you, but also get sick!! ]

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It was a rare occurrence for you to be out of commission, but today, you were undeniably defeated by a nasty cold. Normally, you could handle the daily demands of being a sorcerer—cursed spirits, missions, and endless training—but a common cold? Apparently, it had no mercy. You were wrapped up in layers of blankets in your dorm room at Jujutsu High, surrounded by tissues, your head pounding and body aching.

The grogginess of your illness kept you in a fog, barely conscious, until you heard the loud bang of your door swinging open.

"Alright! The cavalry is here!" came the too-loud voice of none other than Satoru Gojo, striding into the room like he owned the place. His signature sunglasses were perched on his nose, his hair even messier than usual, and in his hand was a giant shopping bag full of… something.

Trailing right behind him, with considerably more grace and an eye-roll to match, was Suguru Geto. He looked less than amused but still carried a faint smile on his lips as he observed the scene unfolding. “You’ve been in here, what—two days? Leave it to Satoru to come in like you’re on your deathbed,” Geto quipped, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe.

And, finally, in came Shoko Ieiri, hands stuffed in her white coat’s pockets. She looked as apathetic as always, but there was a glint of amusement in her eyes. “You’re not dying, you know,” she said casually, but you could tell she was actually concerned, in her own low-key way. “But you do look awful. You might want to stop letting Satoru make all the decisions while you’re out of commission.”

Gojo, feigning offense, huffed dramatically. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m a great nurse!” He plopped down on the edge of your bed, leaning over to scrutinize you closely with his exaggerated expressions. “Poor, poor Reader! Stricken down by a simple cold. But don’t worry, I, Satoru Gojo, will bring you back from the brink!”

You groaned weakly, rolling over to face him, your voice raspy from a sore throat. “Satoru, I think I’ll be fine with just some sleep.”

“No, no, no!” Gojo declared, dramatically waving his hands in the air. “I’ve got just the thing!” He reached into his oversized bag, pulling out the most absurd assortment of items—a fancy-looking humidifier shaped like a panda, an expensive plush blanket, and a box of imported chocolates that probably cost as much as a small car.

Geto raised a brow, amusement clear on his face. “The chocolates, really? For a cold?”

“Of course!” Gojo grinned, completely serious. “It’s scientifically proven that chocolate makes people feel better. And the humidifier will help them breathe. Plus, the blanket’s just a bonus, ‘cause I’m a thoughtful guy.”

Shoko sighed, pulling a cigarette from her pocket and twirling it between her fingers (though she wisely chose not to light it indoors). “He’s hopeless,” she said, though there was a faint smile on her lips. She stepped closer to your bedside, nudging Gojo aside to take your temperature with the back of her hand. “You’re running a bit of a fever. But nothing dangerous. Just need to rest up.”

“I told you,” you muttered, sinking deeper into your cocoon of blankets. “I just need rest. You guys didn’t have to come by…”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Geto cut in, moving to sit on the other side of your bed. His voice was soft, but there was a firmness to it. “Of course we’re going to check on you. You’d do the same for any of us.”

You couldn’t argue with that. Even when you were exhausted and feverish, you knew your friends meant well, even if Gojo had the subtlety of a sledgehammer. “Thanks,” you murmured, glancing between the three of them. “I just didn’t expect the grand parade.”

“Well, you know Satoru,” Geto said with a smirk. “Everything’s a spectacle with him.”

Gojo beamed proudly, unbothered by the teasing. “You’re welcome! Now, time for the healing powers of chocolate!” He unwrapped the box with the flourish of a magician, holding it out to you as if presenting the world’s greatest treasure.

Shoko pinched the bridge of her nose. “I think they need fluids more than overpriced candy.”

“I brought that too!” Gojo proclaimed, reaching into his bag and pulling out several energy drinks, each more neon-colored and suspicious-looking than the last. “These’ll perk you right up.”

You made a face. “Satoru… I don’t think energy drinks are the solution here.”

“They definitely are not,” Geto agreed, shaking his head. He took the box of chocolates from Gojo’s hands, much to the taller sorcerer’s dismay, and set them aside. “You need tea. Something warm. I’ll make you some.”

You blinked, touched by his offer. “Suguru, you don’t have to—”

“I’m already up,” he said with a shrug, standing and heading towards the small kitchenette. “Besides, if we leave it to Satoru, you’ll end up with some kind of strange elixir.”

“I’m deeply offended,” Gojo declared, clutching his heart dramatically as he lay back on the bed next to you. “You don’t trust my healing powers at all, Reader?”

You gave him a weak smile, your body too tired to properly banter with him. “I’m sure your… unconventional methods work for someone. But I’ll take the tea.”

Shoko, who had been leaning against the wall with a smirk, moved to the bedside table and grabbed a pack of fever-reducing medicine she’d brought with her. “Take these,” she instructed, holding them out for you. “They’ll help bring the fever down. Suguru’s tea will take care of the rest.”

You obediently swallowed the medicine with a sip of water, feeling slightly less foggy as it began to take effect. “Thank you, Shoko.”

“No problem,” she said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed where Gojo wasn’t sprawled out. “Just don’t let Satoru talk you into any of his weird recovery plans.”

Gojo gasped dramatically, sitting up. “I’ll have you know my plans are perfect. Look at Reader—they’re practically glowing already!”

You let out a weak laugh. “That’s just the fever.”

Geto returned with a steaming cup of tea, setting it down gently on the bedside table before sitting back down. “Here. It’s just plain tea with honey—nothing too fancy. Should help your throat.”

You reached for the cup, your hands trembling slightly, but Geto steadied it for you, holding it while you took a careful sip. The warmth was soothing, and you sighed in relief. “This is perfect. Thank you, Suguru.”

He smiled softly, still holding the cup for you as you took another sip. “Take it easy. You’ll be back on your feet in no time.”

Gojo watched the scene unfold, then pouted. “Hey, where’s my credit? I brought the fancy blanket!”

Shoko smirked, leaning back on her hands. “You want a medal for that, Satoru?”

“Maybe!” Gojo grinned, shifting closer to you. “But I won’t ask for one. I’m too humble.”

You snorted, feeling a little more alive with the tea warming you from the inside. “Humble? That’s a new one.”

The teasing continued, the familiar banter between the three of them making you feel a little more like yourself. Even through the haze of your cold, you couldn’t help but feel grateful to have them there. They might’ve been a chaotic trio, but they were your chaotic trio.

As the conversation continued, your eyelids began to grow heavier, the warmth of the tea and the comfort of your friends lulling you into a sense of calm. Suguru noticed, gently setting the tea aside and helping you lean back into your pillows.

“You should sleep,” he said quietly, his voice gentle. “We’ll stick around.”

You nodded, too tired to argue, though you felt a small twinge of embarrassment at the idea of falling asleep while they were all there. “You don’t have to stay…”

“Of course we do,” Shoko said, stretching her legs out and making herself comfortable. “Besides, someone’s gotta make sure Satoru doesn’t try anything weird while you’re asleep.”

Gojo gasped in mock offense. “Excuse me? I’m a professional! I would never do anything weird.”

You laughed softly, your head sinking deeper into the pillow. “Sure, Satoru. Whatever you say.”

As your eyes fluttered shut, you felt the weight of Geto’s hand gently resting on top of yours, a quiet reassurance that they’d be there when you woke up. And in the background, Gojo’s voice was still going, something about being the best nurse in the world, while Shoko shot back sarcastic remarks.

Even through your feverish haze, you felt a warmth that had nothing to do with being sick. They might drive you crazy sometimes, but with friends like these, you knew you’d never have to face anything alone.

With that comforting thought, you finally drifted off to sleep, the sounds of their bickering lulling you into a much-needed rest.

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed was how much better you felt. Your head wasn’t pounding, your throat wasn’t nearly as scratchy, and the fever that had left you weak and shivering had finally broken. Stretching beneath the cozy blanket Gojo had brought, you felt the lingering warmth of sleep leave your body, replaced with a refreshing clarity.

You sat up slowly, blinking as you adjusted to the morning light streaming through your dorm window. The room was quiet—eerily so, considering the chaos from last night.

And then you noticed why.

Scattered around your room were your three so-called “nurses,” each one looking far worse for wear than you had last night.

Gojo was slumped over in a chair, his long legs hanging awkwardly off the edge, sunglasses askew on his face, snoring loudly. There was a discarded tissue box at his feet, tissues spilling out onto the floor like a sad, crumpled mountain. His cheeks were flushed, not from his usual smug confidence, but from what was clearly a fever. Every so often, he’d let out a pitiful little cough between snores, completely oblivious to the world around him.

Geto, on the other hand, had claimed the couch near your window. He was bundled up in a pile of blankets, arms crossed over his chest, his usual calm and composed expression now marred by fatigue. His eyes were closed, but every so often he would let out a weak groan, shifting uncomfortably as he tried to find a better position. The usual stoic Suguru was clearly losing a battle to the very cold that had plagued you.

Shoko, who usually prided herself on being the practical one, was sprawled out on the floor, her head resting on her arm, looking the most unbothered by the situation. Despite her laid-back demeanor, there was no denying the slight paleness to her skin and the congestion in her breathing. She looked like she’d just resigned herself to her fate.

You blinked, piecing together the scene in front of you. ‘They all caught it? ‘

“Oh no,” you murmured under your breath, feeling a mix of guilt and amusement bubble up inside you. These three, who had spent the night tending to you—Gojo’s chaotic energy, Geto’s calm attentiveness, and Shoko’s dry practicality—were now all victims of the very illness they’d been trying to help you with.

Gojo let out a particularly loud snore, jolting himself awake with a startled, “Wha—?!” He blinked rapidly, then groaned, rubbing his eyes beneath his tilted sunglasses. “Ugh… why does my head feel like it’s been cursed?” His voice was hoarse and nasal, making him sound almost pathetic.

You bit back a laugh, watching as he slowly registered the situation. “Morning, Satoru,” you said, voice filled with quiet amusement. “Feeling okay?”

He turned his head to you, his sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. He squinted at you as if trying to determine whether this was reality or some fever-induced dream. “Wait... you’re up? And you look fine?!” His voice cracked, and he dissolved into a fit of coughing.

“Seems like you guys caught what I had,” you said, now unable to stop yourself from grinning.

Gojo groaned dramatically, flopping back in the chair and throwing his arm over his eyes. “This is so unfair. I came here to save you, not to be infected!”

Across the room, Geto stirred from his blanket cocoon, one eye opening to observe the scene. He looked at you, blinking slowly. “You’re awake,” he muttered, his voice heavy with congestion. “And we’re sick.”

You winced, sitting up a bit straighter. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for you guys to catch it.”

He waved a dismissive hand but immediately regretted the motion as he coughed into his blanket. “It’s fine. Just bad timing.”

Shoko rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as if she’d lost the will to move. “I knew I shouldn’t have let Satoru get so close. He’s a walking germ magnet.”

Gojo perked up at that, looking far more indignant than his sickly state should have allowed. “Me? You were the one breathing right next to them last night! You’re the doctor. Shouldn’t you have taken more precautions?”

Shoko turned her head lazily to look at him, her gaze unbothered. “And you’re the one who thought energy drinks and chocolates would cure a cold. You’re lucky we didn’t all die from a sugar overdose.”

Geto sighed, pulling his blanket up over his head as if to block out their bickering. “Both of you, shut up. I’m trying to sleep.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, though you quickly tried to cover it with a cough. “I feel really bad,” you said, sliding out of bed. “You guys did so much for me, and now you’re all suffering.”

“Trust me, we’ve dealt with worse,” Shoko said, her voice nasal and thick with congestion. “Just pass me those tissues, and I’ll survive.”

You grabbed the tissues and handed them to her, and then turned to Gojo, who had begun dramatically fanning himself as if his fever were an inferno. “I’ll get you some water, Satoru. Calm down.”

He pouted at you but didn’t protest, which was a clear sign of how miserable he actually felt.

As you moved around the room, gathering supplies—tissues for Shoko, water for Gojo, and more blankets for Geto—you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Last night, they had been the ones taking care of you, and now the roles were reversed.

When you handed Geto a fresh blanket, he peered out from his cocoon just long enough to offer you a faint smile. “Thanks,” he mumbled, his voice tired but genuine.

“Don’t mention it,” you replied, tucking the blanket around him.

“Hey,” Gojo called weakly from his chair. “Where’s my fancy nurse service? I expect top-tier care now that I’m on death’s door.”

You shot him a look, but there was no malice behind it. “You’ll get your fancy nurse service, don’t worry.”

“I’d like some tea,” Shoko mumbled from her spot on the floor, waving a hand in the air. “Suguru’s tea. None of Satoru’s concoctions.”

“Noted,” you said, making a mental list of what they each needed.

And so, for the rest of the morning, you found yourself playing nurse, bringing them tea, cold compresses, and whatever else they requested between weak protests and half-hearted bickering. Even though they complained, you could tell they appreciated it, the same way you’d appreciated them being there for you when you were down.

It wasn’t long before they all fell back into a restless sleep, their fevers making them groggy and irritable. You watched them with a fond smile, feeling a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the lingering remnants of your cold. Despite the chaos, these were your friends—the ones who would show up, sickness and all, just to make sure you weren’t alone. Even if it meant catching your cold in the process.

As you sat down in the chair beside them, finally able to rest, you couldn’t help but think that even though the roles had reversed, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You were all in this together, through curses, chaos, and colds alike.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞

➪ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐭. 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢

warnings: brief, nondescriptive mention of throwing up

a/n: the end feels a little rushed but i've had in this in my drafts forever

A chest-rattling cough left you, one harsh enough that you collapsed backward onto your bed. You were supposed to be doing homework, but you’d had a virtually unshakeable cold, and it was making everything that much more difficult. 

Between classes, exorcizing curses, and extra work, you’d hardly had the time to recover and it had long since begun to take its toll. The buzzing of your phone broke you from your thoughts and you dug it out of your pocket with a pitiful sniffle. 

You weren’t surprised to see the text from your boyfriend, Megumi, especially since you’d been holed up in your room since classes had gotten out hours ago. His text, though short, radiated concern. 

‘Hey, is everything okay w you? You’ve been locking yourself in your room for the last few days… im getting worried.’

Ordinarily, his attention to you would make you swoon, but making him worry was the opposite of what you wanted. What you actually wanted was for your cold to go away quietly without anyone noticing. 

You were busy, but you couldn’t imagine that it compared to what Megumi faced, and you hated the idea of adding another thing to his plate when it was such a minuscule matter.

You quickly typed back a lame excuse about homework and how busy you were before tossing your phone to the other side of the bed. As you curled up with a soft wheeze, you rolled your eyes at the notion of studying. 

At this rate, nothing was getting done until tomorrow, most likely. You let your eyes close, hoping that when you awoke, you’d be feeling better. 

+

You shot up, wide awake before you could even process the act of waking up. Soft knocking cut through your daze, and you blinked, confused for a new reason. “Yn? Can I come in?” Megumi. Shaking your head to further orient yourself, you responded. “Come in!” 

As the door instantly realized that shaking your head had only made you more dizzy, but you didn’t have time to dwell on that now that your lover was already walking up to you. 

“Yn? I brought you some snacks and stuff… you’ve been really busy and I don’t remember you getting dinner,” Megumi murmured, holding out an adorable basket of fruits, crackers, a blanket, and face masks. 

You momentarily forgot your illness and quickly stood up to throw your arms around the ravenette’s neck. “You’re too sweet, love, I really appreciate it,” You grinned, leaning into him. Without even seeing his face, you knew that his cheeks were tinted pink as he held you close, but it only made him more endearing.

“It’s nothing,” he smiled, pulling away, “what are you working on?” You accepted the basket and turned to gesture to your (forgotten) work when it hit you. 

A wave of nausea washed over you, causing your head to spin and your stomach to churn. “Yn? Are you-” Before Megumi could even finish, you were stumbling over to your trashcan, bile rising quickly in your throat. 

You hardly made it in time, dropping to your knees just as you began to heave. Footsteps echoed behind you and then hands were holding back your hair and rubbing your back. 

“Shit, you’re okay, just breathe, love,” Megumi whispered, fear seeping into his voice. After what felt like an eternity the ordeal was over and you slumped backward into your boyfriend’s waiting arms. He tucked you into his chest and gently wiped your face with a tissue.

“Hey, hey, eyes on me, yeah?” He soothed, caressing your cheek, but his face turned stricken. “You’re burning up… have you been sick?” 

You averted your gaze, shame burning through you at not only throwing up in front of Megumi but also how quickly he saw right through you. “Just a little under the weather,” You mumbled, “I’m sorry you had to see that,” You added quietly.

Megumi scoffed, but not unkindly. “You should’ve told me, love. Have you taken anything? Well, I guess you haven’t since you haven’t even eaten,” He answered himself, looking right through you. “How long have you been feeling like this?” He asked suspiciously. 

You hesitated, but his eyes narrowed and you knew that there was no point in lying. “About a week,” You revealed. “That long-! Yn, why didn’t you say anything?” Megumi rushed, conflicted about what to do. 

“It’s just… everyone’s busy and has stuff to worry about, y’know? I didn’t want to add another thing to your plate. It really isn’t that big of a deal, I promise,” You insisted. 

“‘Not a big deal’?” Megumi echoed, frowning deeply, “Yn, you just threw up after being sick for a week. You don’t have to hide this stuff, especially not from me, okay? I don’t want you to be suffering all by yourself.” 

Not giving you a chance to make another excuse, he easily moved you to your bed and carefully laid you down. Guilt began to sit in your stomach like a pit as you watched Megumi mutter under his breath, no doubt creating a plan to help you.

“I don’t want to lecture you, especially not when you’re feeling like this, but… I don’t want you to think for a second that you’re just ‘another thing on my plate’,” Megumi started, lithe fingers caressing your cheek, “you’re my priority, always, I want to help you as much as I possibly can because I truly care about you, more than you can possibly understand,” He finished, leaning closer to you. 

You felt your cheeks warm and you nodded in understanding. “Sorry for disappearing on you,” You murmured. Still, Megumi looked somewhat relieved as he brushed a cool hand across your forehead. 

“I’m just glad I know now… stay put, I’m going to grab a couple things,” He mumbled, already heading toward the door. As much as you felt slightly guilty to derail his day, you couldn’t deny that it was nice to have him take care of you. 

A couple of minutes passed, and you felt your eyelids begin to grow heavy and you were losing the battle against sleep. 

Just when you were about to truly give in to your exhaustion, a damp, cool towel was placed on your forehead. Your eyes blinked open, meeting familiar ones. “Feel good?” He questioned quietly. You nodded, lost in a deep yawn. 

“I brought some medicine for you to take, and then you can get some rest, okay?” Megumi decided, opening a small pill bottle. You sighed but relented and accepted the large-ish capsule and the glass of juice with a small ‘thanks’.

You quickly downed them both, but you couldn’t stop yourself from making a face at the gross aftertaste, to which Megumi let out a quiet laugh. “Not too much,” You huffed, but pulled him by the arm, contradicting your words. 

“Want me to stay while you rest?” He asked, sitting beside you on the bed. A resounding ‘yes’ rested on the tip of your tongue, but you didn’t want to essentially trap him here, especially if he had other tasks to attend to. 

“I don’t mind, I’m kind of tired myself,” He added reassuringly. You pursed your lips, but when the back of his hand carefully caressed your cheek, the rest of your resolve crumbled. “If you insist,” You grinned.

The ravenette rolled his eyes, but joined you beneath the covers, nonetheless. For a few seconds, the two of you maneuvered around until you were comfortably tucked away in his chest. 

Megumi’s lips pressed against your forehead for a long moment and he held you closer to himself. “You’re important to me, okay? I want to be the first person you come to when things happen,” He whispered. 

You finally felt yourself truly relax now that you were right where you belonged. You managed a whispered ‘I love you’ before you succumbed to your exhaustion.

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Fluffuary 2024 masterlist

Nanami Kento - FanBehavior

Warnings: None

One shot of Nanami because I was listening to fan behavior by Isaac Dunbar and he immediately popped into my head

Nanami has a fan club, yep that’s right, a fan club. One which you as his s/o didn’t know about till now. The only reason you found out was because of Gojo Satoru, an old friend of yours.

Needless to say, Satoru was very annoyed at the lack of a fan club for him.

“How come he gets a fan club? I’m much better looking than he is, don’t you think n/n?” Satoru whined.

You were on your way to find Kento to have lunch with him and found Satoru on your way, who insisted on tagging along.

“Do you think I could get in to his fan club?” You wondered out loud, shocking Gojo.

“Hey! N/n! You’re supposed to be on my side!” You let out a slight laugh at Gojo’s childish behavior.

“Why can’t both of you have fan clubs?”

“That’s a great idea! N/n I’m appointing you as president of my fan club.”

“Sure you are” You replied, speeding up your pace slightly.

Gojo got sidetracked by a student of his and continued yelling after you until you were out of earshot. Laughing at Satoru’s antics you finally reached your lovely boyfriend’s office. Shocked by what you saw.

There was not one, but three girls all confessing their love to Kento. You decided to wait a bit before interfering. He rejected them all, but only two of them left. One stayed and tried to force herself onto your boyfriend. She kissed him.

Annoyed you walked over to them, Kento had already shoved her off of him even before he noticed you, her gaudy red lipstick smudged against his lips. Absolutely pissed now you walked over to Kento and kissed him hard on the lips.

A whistle left Gojo’s mouth, interrupting the kiss between you and Kento as you turned to the doorway where he was leaning. You glared at him slightly. Gojo raised his hands in innocence.

“By all means, continue the face sucking. I’ll get the girl out of here.” Gojo grabbed the suprisingly strong girl and took the girl out of the office. Finally letting you two be alone.

“Your fan club is insane sweetheart”

“I know,” Kento replied as he picked up his car keys from his desk, “how about you we go somewhere nice for lunch?”

Agreeing, you both walk out to his car hand in hand. You decided if that’s how they’re going to be, you don’t need to be in his fan club. Not with that fan behavior.

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Gojo Satoru

Nanami Kento

Toge Inumaki

Miscellaneous

Toge Inumaki - Salmon

Warnings: None :D

My favorite JJK boy 🩷

Reader Gender not specified

You loved Toge, Toge loved you. You both had a lovely relationship. It could get a bit challenging though. With Toge not speaking due to his cursed technique.

You both had a secret language set up though, so you always knew what Toge wanted and all the lovey things of the sort.

Even though you had all that, Toge was still a shy baby when it came to initiating things. You told him multiple times a day that you loved him, and Toge was yet to say it back, but that’s okay, you knew he did even if he was too shy to say it.

Today was a day like all the others. The wind was blowing gently and the sun was out, providing some warmth on this chilly autumn day. You and Toge were just sitting outside together, under your favorite oak tree, as the fall winds gently blew leaves to the ground every once in a while.

Toge’s head rested in your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair. You used your free hand to make pressings of any particularly beautiful leaves that happened to fall your way.

The peace and silence was disturbed by Inumaki’s stomach letting out a loud growl. His face turned red, like a tomato. Cute.

“Don’t be embarrassed love, it’s been a while since we had food. Why don’t we go make some Tuna Mayo Onigiri inside?” You asked him, knowing there shouldn’t be anyone using the kitchen right now.

Brightening up at the mention of his favorite food he quickly stood up and offered you his hand, which you took happily. You both walked to te kitchen hand in hand.

You got out all the ingredients for it as Inumaki watched you. You were completely focused on cooking, startling when Toge wrapped his arms around you, causing some mayo to land on his cheek. Letting out a gasp, he grabbed the bottle of mayonnaise and squeezed some on to your face in retaliation.

The food was quickly forgotten as you and Toge went into a full fledged food fight, condiments and ingredients being thrown everywhere. By the end both of you laid on the floor exhausted from everything, wide smiles painted across your faces.

Toge shifted so that he was on top of you, capturing your lips with his own in a sweet kiss. You lifted your arms, wrapping them around him as he deepened the kiss.

Finally having to pull apart due to a lack of air, Toge collapsed down onto you.

“Salmon” Toge said softly. I love you.

“I love you too” You replied smiling softly. You really did love Toge, and Toge loved you.

Hickey Headcanons

How some of the JJK boys would react to you leaving a hickey

Warnings: None that I know of

Reader Gender not specified

Gojo Satoru:

- Yes

- Would wear them with pride

- Might even ask for more when they start to fade away

Nanami Kento:

- It’s fine as long as it’s under the collar of his shirt

- If not he doesn’t really like them

- Doesn’t think they look professional at work

Yuuji Itadori:

- Blushy. So very blushy when someone else points them out

- He likes them a little, not as much as Gojo

Megumi Fushiguro:

- Pretends he doesn’t like them

- He really really likes them

Toge Inumaki:

- Adores them

- No one ever sees them due to what he wears so it’s like a secret that he cherishes

- It’s like having a little mark of you everywhere he goes

Toji Fushiguro:

- He’s more likely to leave hickies on you than you are on him

- When you do he wouldn’t really care that much to be honest

- If he hickies you, he’ll make sure you can’t cover it

Geto Suguru:

- Once again probably more likely to hickey you

- Subtly shows it off but also uses it as a way to keep people away from you, he’s a bit possessive

Mahito:

- Lots of hickies for him

- He likes it

- The more pain you cause while making them the more he likes them

- Sadistic masochist

Aoi Todo:

- Would make it a competition to see who could get the most hickies on the other person

- He’d show off the ones you left on him, making the single people suffer

- I feel like he just gloats about you a lot in general

Miscellaneous JJK Headcanons

♡ - fluff, ✩-angst

Hickey Headcanons - Gojo Satoru, Yuuji Itadori, Nanami Kento, Megumi Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Mahito, Aoi Todo x Reader (Separate) ♡

February 4 - Gojo Saturo - Kisses

Warnings: None

Reader gender not specified

Writers blockkkk 😭

Gojo Saturo was acting strangely today. Anyone could see that. Even Yuuji noticed it. Every time he went to ask Gojo sensei a question or ask for something he would magically disappear.

At first Yuuji thought maybe he was just avoiding him, so with a lot some convincing he sent Nobara to try to look for him, with no success.

After a few minutes of everyone looking found something shocking. Gojo and you, an amazing top five ranked jujutsu sorcerer, making out in the hallway against the wall.

Megumi was the first to find you two. Flustered, the spikey haired now tomato boy tried to quickly walk away, only to be pulled behind a potted plant where Yuuji was hiding watching the scene.

One by one the rest all four you and were consequently pulled behind the plant by Yuuji (I don’t think this poor sweet boy understands exactly how small this plant is compared to 5 people and a Panda)

You were pulling away from Gojo to take a breath, air is sadly necessary for humans to live, when you spotted something odd across the hallway. 5 people and panda, all squished against each other, attempting to hide behind a potted plant. Stopping Gojo from leaving, yet another, hickey on your neck you pointed out the people watching you.

“Uh, Gojo, honey, I think we have an audience” You said, pointing to the cluster of people.

Gojo let out a small sigh before calling out.

“We can see you, ya know~”

The cluster of children instantly froze all unclumping and coming stand apart, directly facing the two of you in almost awkward silence. Until Yuuji started talking.

“Gojo-sensei! How could you not tell us before that you know one of the best sorcerers in the world!”

“You didn’t even tell us and now you’re making out her?!” A completely annoyed Nobara yelled.

“What? I can’t kiss my spouse?” Gojo replied, holding up both of your left hands.

“YOUR SPOUSE!?” The bewildered students shouted out.

They started asking Gojo and you millions of questions and you wondered how people could possibly talk that fast. You originally were ordered here to defeat some particularly tough curses and decided now was as good a time as any to start.

“I’m sure Gojo will be happy to answer all your questions, but I have to go now” Leaving behind the children, and panda. As well as your husband, who was giving you a pleading look, not to leave him to the whims of the pushy students.

As you left, you heard a faint, ‘Can you get me her autograph?’ and you let out a small chuckle as you continued walking away.

You adored kisses with Gojo, but maybe not around the school again.

— now playing ➪ JJK remix —

GOJO Satoru

It started with goodbye

FUSHIGURO Megumi

why play pretend (when our love is real)

FAKE TEXTS

thirst lyric prank; megumi | itadori | gojo

THIRST LYRIC PRANK — Fushiguro Megumi edition

an: watching lyric pranks on youtube gave me life and so I made this lol. gojo and itadori’s version coming soon!

pairing: fushiguro megumi x reader

genre: fake dating, friends to lovers, humour, fluff, when a pretentious relationship becomes the real deal

an: fake dating with megumi? sexy ;)

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how it all began:

“Megumi, I — I know this might be too much of a favour to ask from you ... but could you please be my boyfriend for a month?”

The instant you blurt out your request, he almost chokes on lukewarm cup of tea in his hands. Blinking for a few seconds, the raven attempts to gather his thoughts, pondering whether this is just another one of Itadori’s and Nobara’s antics to get him riled up. Yet discerning the pleading, serious glint in your eyes, he is positive that you aren’t just planning to mess around with him.

“... why? Pretty sure you have other people you could ask for help —“

“Please! I can’t think of anyone else but you to help me with this ...”

Having said that, you fall silent. As much as Megumi tries to keep himself out of unnecessary trouble, he just couldn’t muster the words to turn you down. Perhaps it is the inkling of curiosity that get the better of him, making the raven wonder what got you into this predicament. Nevertheless, he isn’t the type to poke his nose into other’s business; and as long as you aren’t ready to tell him the reason for doing so, he wouldn’t press on about it.

After all, everything is an act and it is just going to last for a month. Nothing could go wrong. Right?

dating megumi would be:

poor boy is clueless with anything related to love so he has ABSOLUTELY no idea what to do. Tries to avoid going to gojo for advice as much as he can but he eventually gives up LMAOOO

megumi isn’t a particularly expressive person and doesn’t show lots of physical contact with you in public, which makes it hard to convince itadori and the others about your “relationship” with the raven (because none of the would expect him to be the first one to find a partner)

literally freezes every time you initiate any form of contact with him, even if it’s just accidentally brushing against his hands. the first time you unintentionally fall asleep on his shoulder, thinking that it’s nothing more than normal things couples do, megumi feels like he’s about to pass out someone save him I swear

even if he knows all of this isn’t real, he still does his best to be a good boyfriend and plays his role well, gradually opening up to you bit by bit (not like he hasn’t done it before, he just becomes a lot more comfortable around you without knowing after all of this started)

probably everyone already mentions this but he would definitely summon his demon dogs for you to play with

the most he’s going to do for PDA would probably be linking your pinky with his or holding hands. moments when he would show his vulnerable side to you would only be reserved behind closed doors

late night talks become a lot more common as the two of you lie on his bed, discussing about anything both of you could think of

both of you would share a closer bond, now that you and him are in a fake relationship; the two of you would always be there for one another, lending a shoulder for each other to cry on in the dead of the night when the tipping point is reached

unknowingly smiles a little more just for you

growing up without the comfort and warmth of a complete family, megumi learns to conceal his emotions for the sake of protecting his older sister and those around. he is often the one saving others, yet at times — the raven just want someone to hold him in their arms, reminding him that everything would be alright (with the person being nobody other than you ;))

becomes a little more bold with compliments because the inkling of mischief inside megumi likes to see you utterly flustered as he praises you for no reason

he doesn’t get jealous easily. you and him are simply just faking the relationship, why would he waste his time thinking about how this one guy leans a little too close towards you to his liking, or how you and your other male friends flirt with one another for fun? even so, his heart would sink a little every time he sees you spending time with others but not him

tries to brush aside the emotions and deny that he has feelings for you, but they grow stronger with time, eventually getting the better of him. slowly, it starts to affect his daily performance; even the others around him notice how the raven has been acting queer lately

megumi’s mind would wander off to think about you every now and then, his overthinking tendencies kicking in as he wonders if the thought of being in an actual relationship with him has ever crossed your mind

how it ended:

A month has passed in the blink of an eye, much to his displeasure. He should’ve been relieved that all of this is over, that he finally doesn’t need to keep up with the act or wear a facade in front of anyone anymore. Everything is over, and life would move on. Yet what is this sinking feeling in his chest? What is with the lingering melancholy at the back of his head?

“Megumi, I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done in the past month. Thank you so much for helping me through this. I know it’s weird for me to say so, but I hope you don’t mind both of us being friends again —“

“I don’t think I can do that, y/n.”

The chaste response takes you off guard, with the raven slowly approaching you, backing you up into a corner. In close proximity, you are basked in an endless sea of midnight blue; with his fluttering eyelashes tickling your cheeks as he leans forward — being merely inches away from you, you could feel heat rising to your cheeks.

“Wha — what do you mean?”

“Over the past month, I’ve found myself falling hopelessly for you. At first I thought the feelings arise because you and I were in a fake relationship; but then I realise that all the sparks of emotions that have been rekindled whenever we are together are raw — are real. I fall in love with who you are: your talents, your personality, you. If that’s the case, why play pretend ... when our love is real?”

Time pauses for an instant the moment he voices out his confession. Eyes widened and jaw dropped, you think your ears have been deceiving you.

This couldn’t be happening —

“y/n, would you date me — only that our relationship is real this time?”

In spite of the shock, you slowly regain composure; flashing a genuine smile at the pair of earnest, mesmerising eyes, you don’t even need to think twice to tell Megumi your answer.

“I’d love to,” Throwing yourself into his chest, you snuggle your face into your newfound partner’s neck as both of you relish your first embrace as official lovers. “lover boy.”

spin the bottle! - okkotsu yuuta

word count: 5.2k warnings: a lot of smooching, mentions of drinking summary: spin the bottle is an immature game for immature people... but yuuta's crossing his fingers that it lands on you just once. a/n: y'all i bullied into writing this after my truth or dare megumi fic... but i ain't complaining teehee enjoy <3 ___

Spin the bottle was a game for insecure teenagers to use as a lame excuse for getting some.  It was immature, outdated, not to mention a bit boring….

And yet, here she was, sidling up between Maki and Yuuji, cheering along with the rest of the group as they chanted for the game to commence.  

What was a silly game among friends? It wasn’t like it had to mean anything.  They were just a little drunk after celebrating a weeknight where they could all hang out together, and it wasn’t a true party without party games, right? 

So despite the swell of embarrassment in her stomach, (y/n) put on a brave face in the form of a drunken smile, and leaned into Maki’s shoulder with a few cheesy pickup lines muttered in her ear.

“First of all, the bottle has to land on me first,” Maki shrugged her friend off semi-gently before turning to her with a small smirk.  “And I know it’s not me you wanna be kissing, anyways” 

(y/n) stuck her tongue out defiantly, before bursting into a fit of giggles as she leaned away from her sassy friend.  Apparently alcohol only made Maki more quick-witted than usual.

She leaned back on the palms of her hands, her laughter finally ceasing as Nobara explained the simple rules of the game.  She hadn’t meant to tune her out, but it’s not like spin the bottle had a difficult set of rules to follow, and anyways, her attention was pulled away by something else.

Or, someone else.

Yuuta also didn’t seem to pay any mind to Nobara’s strict explanations on the rules.  Whatever he was talking about with Toge seemed much more important.  So much so his hands were moving as he rushed through muttered words, panicked eyes shifting from the bottle on the floor to his mostly-mute friend.  (y/n) couldn’t help but find it a little cute.  

Was he nervous about the game? Or was this about something unrelated? 

He’d seemed fine the rest of the night.  She’d only got to hang out with him a little bit, Toge and Maki had a knack for pulling him away for something.  Toge needed a partner in beer pong.  Maki wanted to arm wrestle.  Yuuta either followed or was dragged along, giving her a quiet apology with a nervous laugh.  (y/n) knew it wasn’t personal, everyone was just excited to get to hang out together, but she couldn’t help but feel a little deflated every time they were interrupted.

“Okay everyone got it? Great!” Nobara clapped her hands as she plopped down in her spot on the other side of Yuuji, already reaching forward to grab hold of the bottle.  “Ladies first, of course” She grins as she gives it a solid spin.

Maki and (y/n) share a look, but don’t voice their complaint out loud.  If she wanted the first turn of the most embarrassing game ever created, they’d let her have it.

And to Nobara’s dismay, the empty bottle stopped spinning and landed on the boy at her side, and her eager expression fell as she turned to her pink haired friend.  Yuuji bore a giant grin, not out of excitement for kissing one of his closest friends, but simply because he knew that he was the last person she wanted it to land on.  If only it had stopped a few inches to his left… maybe she would’ve had her chance with the girl she’d really wanted it to land on.

“Oh, come on!” Nobara whines dramatically.

“You’re the one that wanted to play!” Yuuji argued.

“Yeah, rules are rules!” (y/n) chimed in from next to him.

With a roll of her eyes, Nobara leans forward and gives him the fastest peck of a kiss ever done.  The group is howling with laughter and excitement, and even though this wasn’t (y/n’s) first choice of entertainment, she finds herself giggling and cheering along, and urging Yuuji to take his turn next.

His spin is rougher than Nobara’s, the bottle is flying around and he’s chastised for dragging his turn out.  But the anticipation is worth it when it lands on Megumi, and Yuuji takes it upon himself to crawl on all fours to get to his best friend.  Megumi’s face is so red it looks hot to the touch, and he tries to swat at Yuuji when he practically crawls onto him, but everyone can see that when he finally plants his lips on his, it’s more of a kiss than Nobara’s turn had been.  Probably because it was reciprocated, just a little bit, until Megumi remembers they’re crowded by all of their peers, and he’s pushing Itadori by the shoulders with a laugh that borders between nervous and flirtatious.

“Okay okay! (y/n) take your damn turn already!” Megumi directs, and she puts her hands up in mock surrender at the order.

“Aye aye, captain” She hums, leaning forward to reach for the bottle.

Before she gives it a flick of her wrist, her eyes catch Yuuta’s.  He’s sitting directly across from her, making him the most perfect victim of her spin.  A tiny smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she spins the bottle, her eyes lingering on his a few moments longer before falling to watch her fate write itself.

Her spin is quicker than Yuuji’s, slowing down after just a few rotations, and lagging along the rug as it slowly passes the other players…

… and coming to a stop right to her left, where Maki was sitting.

The dark haired woman scoffs, giving (y/n) a raised brow and knowing smirk.  (y/n) masks her disappointment with amusement, throwing her head back in a short bark of a laugh before giving her kissing partner a wink.

“I told you, hot stuff,” She teases, leaning back into her place to cozy up closer to Maki, who rolls her eyes at the display.  “How do you feel about tongue?”

“Oh just can it and kiss me, (y/l/n)” Maki snaps.  

(y/n) giggles, before leaning in and giving her a swift peck on the lips.  It’s not nearly as fleeting as Nobara and Yuuji’s turn, but it at least lacked the element of disgust.

Maki took her turn almost wordlessly, eyes focused on the bottle as it spun and landed on Megumi once more.  The pair burst into laughter, and Maki jokingly settled on kissing the crown of his head.  Everyone agreed that was for the best, as no one wanted to see the cousins share a real kiss.

Next to Maki was Toge, who eagerly let out a string of rice ball ingredients as he spun the bottle and took his turn.

When it slowed and landed on (y/n) her eyes lit up in surprise, as though she’d forgotten she was even a player after her turn had been over.  The cursed speech user shyly looked over at her, and he must not have moved quick enough to finish his turn, because she slid forward in front of Maki, a grin splitting her lips as she neared him.  He’d already left his collar open in preparation for the game, but she grabbed the zipper anyways, tugging him forward, earning an echo of oohs from the more dramatic players in the circle.

Yuuji and Nobara, of course.

Toge’s eyes were unreasonably wide as (y/n) leaned in the rest of the way and planted her lips on his.

It wasn’t necessarily a steamy kiss, but it was longer than the kiss she’d given Maki, and it was noticeable.

Yuuta’s hand curled into the rough carpeting of the rug beneath him.  He hoped his face was neutral, even though his body language certainly wasn’t.  He knew it was just a game, and the pair pulled away in a matter of seconds.  But he couldn’t deny the pang of disappointment settling in his chest.  He’d agreed to play this dumb game on one silly little hope that he’d get to kiss the girl he’d been crushing on for over a year now, and it was strangely unsettling to see his best friend beat him to the chase.

Not that it was Toge’s fault.  Yuuta knew it wasn’t fair to feel any ounce of jealousy.  It was just a game.  It’s not like it meant anything to either of them.  And when it was over and Toge sent Yuuta an apologetic look as he nodded his head for him to take his turn, Yuuta tried to just forget it completely.

Besides, it’s his turn now, and with (y/n) sitting perfectly across from him on her knees with her hands tucked in her lap, he figured he had a pretty good chance of rigging it anyways.  How hard could it be to spin a bottle, anyways? 

After his turn was over and his kiss was wasted on Yuuji, Yuuta’s hopes began to plummet.  The group got a good laugh out of the obnoxiously loud smooch Yuuji had given him, but even though the vibe of the circle was one of laughter and joy, Yuuta felt like curling in on himself and pouting the rest of the night.

He barely paid any attention while Megumi took his turn, the last of the group to get to spin.  But at this point Yuuta had mentally checked out of the whole ordeal.  The carpet he was picking at seemed more appealing than a dumb kissing game anyways.

Why had he even agreed to this? As soon as the thought crossed his mind he felt like an idiot.  Hoping to kiss one girl in a group of seven seemed like a preposterous idea now.  He should have worked up the courage ages ago, yet here he was, hoping to use this immature party game as an excuse.  How was he supposed to talk himself up to doing it on his own now? After this failure of a night, Yuuta thinks maybe he was better off in the friendzone anyways.

It’s not until Maki is shoving at (y/n) and loudly declaring, “Again!?” That Yuuta snaps back into the present, and his head is whirling between the bottle Megumi had just spun, the neck pointing all-too perfectly at (y/n), and a shy amusement on both of their faces.

There’s a bubbly giggle that comes from her as she turns to Yuuji with a playful smirk.

“Try not to get jealous” She teases as she moves across the open space to meet Megumi in the middle of the circle.

With Yuuta being seated right next to the younger sorcerer, he has a front row seat to the way (y/n) gives him a sweet smile before her eyes flicker down to his mouth.  Yuuta really doesn’t want to watch her have her third kiss of the night, but he can’t tear his eyes away from the scene.  

It’s just a game.  It’s not like it means anything.

But on the surface it looks like it could mean something.  He wonders, as her eyes raise to meet Megumi’s again before she shuts them and leans in to plant her lips on his, if this is how she always kissed.  Was it always so premeditated? Did her eyes always sweep over the close up features of her lover before finally indulging? 

Yuuta fights the urge to shake his head when he finally tears his gaze away from the display.  He’s back to studying the scratchy grains of carpet when Megumi and (y/n) part, the former red in the face once more, the latter taking her spot between Maki and Yuuji again.

“That spot is cursed!” Nobara shouts what Yuuta had just been beginning to wonder about himself.

(y/n) chuckles, shrugging her shoulders.

“Oh really?” (y/n) muses, giving her a wiggle of her eyebrows as she narrowed her gaze on her thoughtfully.  “Or are you just saying that cause you’re getting jealous?” 

“Oh shut up and just move spots already” Nobara hissed back.  (y/n) grinned wide at her before clicking her tongue and eyeing the rest of the group.

“Fine,” She hums as she taps her chin.  “Who wants the good spot then?” 

“Salmon!” 

Before anyone could fight for her good-kissing-luck space, Toge is darting forward and practically yanking her from the spot to claim it for himself.  She laughs as she’s sent forward, almost directly into Yuuta, who’s hands shoot out to catch her if she really is thrown into the ground.  To her luck she catches herself on the ground, not without a wobble as she catches her balance.

In the back of his mind, where his hope still lingers, Yuuta thinks that this change in position could be good for him.  Now there had to be a chance for them to share a turn, right? Theoretically, if sitting across from each other wasn’t the right spacing, then sitting side by side had to be better.  All he had to do was essentially make the bottle come back to him, right? 

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” 

The whisper in his ear makes him startle, his eyes wide as he swivels his head to see (y/n) cozied up in the space next to him.  Her knees drawn to her chest, elbow propped atop them to keep her chin in her hand as she gazed at him.  She looked amused by the way he’d jumped at the sound of her voice, but thankfully she didn’t tease him for it.

“You look like you’re in your head,” She clarifies.  “You don’t like the game?”

He opens his mouth to tell her exactly how much he doesn’t like this game, but then the bottle spinning in front of them rolls to a stop, and (y/n’s) pulled away from what little and one-sided conversation she’d been having with Yuuta- for the umpteenth time tonight- and the group is in shambles from where it landed.

(y/n) can barely react as she looks down at the bottle perfectly pointed at her, yet again.

Half the group is whooping with their entertainment, amazed that for the fourth time (y/n) has been the lucky kisser.  The other half is groaning out of boredom of this repetitive game.  With only seven people playing it’s not like the odds were that random.  The game was bound to have some repeats soon.

And then there was Yuuta, who, if he was a cartoon character, would have a little storm cloud scribbled over his head.

(y/n) giggles as Nobara crawls forward, muttering under her breath about how unfair it was that (y/n) already had twice as many kisses as she did.  Once she’s close enough, (y/n) tilts forward, both of her hands cupping Nobara’s cheeks affectionately.

“Just close your eyes and pretend I’m her” She whispers quietly.  Nobara’s cheeks are pink, but before she can say anything, (y/n) shuts her eyes and completes the turn with a quick but sweet peck on her lips.

Yuuta watches as once again her eyes wander over Nobara’s face before she gives her the kiss she’s owed.  His stomach churns and he bites down on his cheek to keep from frowning.  He can’t make his annoyance obvious, not while everyone else is grinning and laughing.  So he gnaws on his cheek and keeps his sights set on his pinching fingers tugging and pulling at the carpet.

(y/n) bumps her shoulder into his when she settles back into her spot beside him again.  He glances over to see her giving him a sheepish little smile.  He could almost be convinced that she’s thinking the same thing he is- that it’s strange she’s gotten to kiss almost everyone in this room except for him.  

Key word being almost.  There was still one other person in the circle who hadn’t been gifted one of her precious kisses.

“I don’t really care for the game either” She resumes their previous topic in a quiet voice.  Yuuta can’t help but chuckle.

“Oh really? It appears you’re winning” He replies in a low voice.  Despite the twist of jealousy in his chest, there’s no malice in his words.  Only amusement.  (y/n) shrugs her shoulders, as if she could care less about the predicament she’d found herself in, which everyone else seemed to find hilarious.

“You don’t really win at spin the bottle, do you?” She muses, laying her arms atop her knees and resting her chin against them.  Her eyes never leave his, too allured by the deep blues that surround his dilated pupils.  An expression that Yuuta can’t really decipher flickers across her face.  “Unless of course you’re aiming to kiss somebody” She finishes the thought in an even softer volume.

Yuuta has to fight the urge to tug at the collar of his crewneck, suddenly feeling hot.  It must have been the drinking, and all the bodies piled into one room.  Surely it couldn’t have been the effect of one perfectly on the nose comment made by her, or the way she was looking at him now like she was waiting for him to confirm her thoughts.

He swallows the lump in his throat, Adam's apple bobbing as the dry swallow goes down roughly.  A small cough comes of this, and (y/n’s) laughing to herself and finally sparing him of her heavy eye contact.

Yuuji takes his turn with great excitement, spinning the bottle in front of him with more gentleness than his last turn.  This time it spins a normal amount before it starts to slow down.  When it drags along the carpet past Toge, and slows down even more as it passes Maki, the group begins to laugh before it even stops in front of (y/n), again.

Yuuta’s wide eyes hold a lethal amount of venom as they follow the path of the open end of the bottle.  Slowly but surely, it comes to a stop in front of (y/n).  Maki’s laughter is the loudest, sharp and almost cruel as she points at the girl, making sure she’s perfectly in the spotlight.

Yuuji almost looks apologetic as he meets her gaze, but a game is a game, and (y/n) drops her legs to fold them criss cross so that he can lean over the open circle to kiss her.

Yuuta can’t fight off his frown this time as he watches (y/n) kiss the last person that hadn’t gotten a turn with her yet.  His features fall into a state of utter heartbreak when her lashes flutter as her eyes sweep over Yuuji’s smiley face before she shuts her eyes and lets him plant a quick kiss on her lips.  

Surprisingly, Yuuji kisses her extremely fast.  Faster than he’d kissed both Megumi and Yuuta.  Even (y/n) seems surprised, her lips still slightly pursed when he’s already pulling away and going back to his spot in the circle.  Heer confusion is quickly washed away, replaced with what Yuuta hopes is relief.

“I think we’ve played this for long enough,” Yuuji rubs the back of his neck as he chuckles.  “No offense (y/n)”

She smiles brightly, shaking her head back at him.

“None taken, I’ve had my fair share.  No complaints here” 

The circle slowly disbands, Maki and Toge head for the kitchen to make more drinks, and shortly after Maki leaves the room Nobara is following behind.

Yuuji says something to Megumi that Yuuta barely catches which dives them both into conversation, sliding closer to one another on the floor in order to continue talking comfortably.

And that leaves (y/n) and Yuuta, both still seated on the rug that was starting to feel scratchy and uncomfortable after having sat there for so long.

“I’m getting warm,” (y/n) fills the silence first, standing and stretching her legs before nodding her head towards the door.  “I’m gonna step out for a bit, want to get some fresh air with me?” 

Yuuta thinks about it for a minute, even though his immediate answer is a resounding yes.  He pauses before standing and following her out of the room.

“Did you want to let Maki know you’re leaving?” He asks a little too late, once they’re already winding through the corridors on the way towards the doors.

“Nah,” (y/n) shakes her head.  “She’s about to be quite distracted by Nobara anyways,” She tells him quietly, her eyes meeting his with a devious glint in them.  “If anything, I’m doing them a favor.  They both owe me, anyways” 

He chuckles at that, having no clue what she meant by it at all.

“Are you making deals with all of our friends?” He asks, half curious, half teasing.

“Let’s just say they’re both jealous, jealous girls,” (y/n) smirks.

They reach the doors, and she turns around to walk backwards through it, using her elbows to push the heavy oak open for them to pass through.

“So a little game of spin the bottle was just what they needed.  Either they were going to finally get their chance, or I was gonna have to pucker up and spark a little romance myself” 

Yuuta laughs, and he can’t help but feel a little relieved to hear her admit at least some of those kisses were far from meaningful.  To her, anyways.

“I think you’re a little too good of a friend” He tells her, to which she laughs, eyes crinkling at their corners as she looks at him.  

They stay put at the front doors, the cool night breeze easing the leftover heat and nerves that they’d been trying to escape from.

“I’m a woman of few talents,” She teases.  “But kissing is one of them, so I may as well put it to good use, yeah?” 

Yuuta snorts, and before he can stop himself, he bluntly replies with, “Like I would know” 

He regrets the sarcastic remark as soon as it comes out of his mouth, and (y/n) watches him do so.  His eyes go wide and his mouth snaps shut, and she can practically see the apology forming in his mind.

She giggles, her smile stretching wide across her face as she gazes up at him.

“You’re right, touchy subject,” She muses.  “That’s not very fair, hm?” 

Yuuta laughs.  His cheeks flush with a rosy pink tint as he turns his head away, not taking her comment remotely serious.  His shoulders shake a bit as he continues to chuckle.  He thinks she must be messing with him, teasing him just like the others would have.  He’s so clouded by embarrassment- and obliviousness- that he misses the way she tilts her head at him.  She waits patiently for his nerves to settle, a curious smile on her face as she studies him.

Yuuta had always been interesting to her, in every sense of the word.  His status as a Special Grade Sorcerer was alluring enough, but she found his demeanor to be rather sheepish, and around her often anxious.  Sure, there were moments that he’d warm up and get comfortable around her, but (y/n) had grown used to his stuttering and nervous mannerisms.  In fact, it was something she’d come to find so cute about him.

They’d known each other for quite some time now, over a year.  And while they both would easily call the other a friend, Yuuta’s behavior hardly changed around her.  It was off at first, because she’d seen the way he’d gotten comfortable around their peers, no longer fearing Maki, or struggling to communicate with Toge.  Yet, whenever she approached him, he looked taken aback even by a simple hello.

Tonight had been a turning point for her, though.  Tonight she’d come up with a little theory as to why he was such a nervous wreck around her.  It only took a pair of crossed fingers behind her back to work up the courage to call him out on it.

Sure, compared to him she was the confident one, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t worried about embarrassing herself in front of him right now.

“Yuuta,” 

His attention is brought right back to her, his laughing ceased instantly upon hearing the soft and sweet way his name sounded when spoken by her so quietly.  Her lips tilt into a knowing smile, admiring how mesmerized he looked when his expression relaxes and his eyes are set on hers so steadily she could have mistaken him for being in a trance.

She’d wanted to say something, something flirty and light hearted about how she’d been hoping on their turns the bottle would’ve landed on each other just once, but despite the overpowering thought being what led the two of them out here, suddenly her mind is blank, thoughts replaced by the stronger, more overwhelming urge to just kiss him.

So she follows the instinct, and she shuffles forward.

Yuuta’s eyes grow wider with every inch of space she closes when she steps towards him.  His breath hitches and his throat bobs as her hands rest against his chest. Her touch is light, barely there, but he swears her palms burn right through to his skin, igniting his entire body.

Her eyes shift slowly from his, mentally tracing down the slope of his nose, lashes fluttering with the slow movement of her gaze.  He’s holding his breath, recognizing the way she glances over every feature, every dip curve and pigment in his face.  Being on the receiving end of this telltale sign of hers has the hair on the back of his neck standing up, and his heart is racing in his chest.

“Your heart is beating really fast,” 

If she’s teasing him, she certainly doesn’t sound like it.  Her smile brightens, eyes twinkling as they travel away from his sealed lips to his panicked eyes.  She presses her right hand a little harder against his chest, feeling his heart beat against it rapidly.  A tiny giggle escapes her, her cheeks warming up the longer she stares at him.

“I’d really like to kiss you,” She whispers, and his face goes from pink to red in a matter of seconds.  “If that’s alright?” 

Yuuta nods.

“Mhm, yeah- yeah that’s f-fine by me” He stammers back, and her little smile widens to a grin at his adorable response.

“Okay,” She hums, pushing onto the tips of her toes.  One of her hands, the one that isn’t counting the beats of his heart, slides over his collarbone, and around the side of his neck.  She can feel his pulse there, too.  “Close your eyes, Yuu” She giggles again at how intently he’s staring at her, mapping her every action.  He complies with the deman, his eyelashes fluttering as he shuts his eyes right away.

(y/n) only hesitates for a moment longer, unable to help herself from admiring how much more handsome he is up close.  Such a thing shouldn’t have been possible, but this was Okkotsu Yuuta we’re talking about.  Her fingers push into the hair hanging over the nape of his neck, gently pulling him towards her as her own eyes fall shut.

Yuuta’s frozen for a moment when their lips finally do meet, his nerves crawling up his spine and seizing his heart for just a second.  Her lips were so soft he was dying to know if everyone else tonight felt the same spark of warmth that he felt right now.

At that thought, he came back down to earth and realized he needed to seize this moment while he had the chance.  The others had gotten meaningless kisses, and he couldn’t accept that this would be the same.

His hands cradle her jaw as he pulls her in closer to deepen their kiss.  Yuuta hasn’t kissed a lot of people- he’s kissed one person actually, and he was eleven- but when her velvety lips mold into his and she reciprocates his eagerness, he thinks she might be the greatest kisser of all time, gifted with the world’s most perfect pair of pretty and sweet lips.

(y/n) curls her fingers more securely in his hair when she thinks he’s going to pull away.  He acknowledges the silent instruction, taking in a sharp inhale through his nose to accommodate his aching chest.  She might have been part of the blame for that ache, but he wouldn’t dare hold her accountable for it.  Oxygen be damned.

He tilts his head to have better access to the plush of her bottom lip, and his heart is racing again when he feels her smile against him.

No one else got this out of that stupid game, he thinks to himself as he feels a soft pant hit his hot mouth.  His thumb traces along her jaw, pausing at the junction where it meets her throat.  She tilts her head further towards him in a small movement, pushing impossibly closer.  Although her own heart rate is starting to skyrocket, dangerously close to meeting the pace of his, their kisses remain gentle.  Soft and slow, meaning in each one.

Yuuta’s head is spinning, and eventually the quick breaths of air through his nose isn’t enough, and he has to pull away, just enough to catch his breath in fast but deep pants.  He keeps his gentle hold on her face, and they’re still so close that their noses are touching, and the small space between them is their shared air.  His eyes are focused on her as soon as he parts from their kiss, with heavy lids and blown pupils, he’s memorizing every pretty feature.  From parted lips curling into a shy smile, to the deepening color in her cheeks, he takes it all in as though he’d lose his sense of sight tomorrow.

(y/n’s) slower to open her eyes, still lost in the moment, ten feet off the ground and not ready to float back down yet.  When Yuuta chuckles, she feels the deep vibration from his chest resonate against her palms.  He feels warmer, the kind of warmth she’d only felt from a comforting fireplace after a long brutal winter day.  The kind of warmth that comes in sun kissed cheeks and soft, hot sand under bare feet that hardly remembered just how good the sensation could be.  Her heart flutters in her chest before she finally opens her eyes to meet his.  She’d felt his stare before she’d actually seen it.  It was what brought the color to her cheeks.

The pad of Yuuta’s index finger grazes over her pulse point, and a tiny smile forms on his face.

“Your heart’s beating really fast” He says, and when she lets out a breathless laugh, his smile turns into a full on beam, proud of himself for repeating her words back to her. “Yeah, well,” She huffs out, still taking shallow breaths and not quite filling her lungs properly with air.  But it was hard when he was looking at her like that.  She pauses before confirming his own thoughts.  “I was waiting for that kiss all night” ___

tags of ppl who pressured me into writing this: @bai-kage @sugasquatchwrites

cruel summer universe 

✧ i. cruel summer | 4.5k fluff

Tradition dictates that your friends visit the lake during the first day of summer. Tradition does not dictate that you go skinny dipping with Gojo Satoru, but you do anyways.

✧ ii. relief from the heat | 2k fluff

Gojo has had better ideas than putting all of your friends together in one house, but at least you have a pool. 

✧ extra. daylight | 600 fluff 

Ice cream sundaes and daydreams. 

✧ extra. never worse but never better | 400 fluff

A dare taken too seriously. 

#re: cruel summer | miscellaneous thoughts 

FACE MASSAGE

You give your boyfriend a nice, relaxing face massage when Sukuna, being bored out of his mind, takes over Yuuji’s body.

Featuring: gn. reader x SUKUNA RYOMEN, ft. Yuuji Itadori Contents & warnings: FLUFF, Itadori is 18 and is a vessel for Sukuna

a/n: alrighty, this one I wrote randomly thinking of how the lines actually are quite a good guide for a face massage (also, if you never had face or a scalp massage, you're missing out!). i usually write Sukuna as his separate person, but here he's in a vessel. it's nothing but purely fluffed up piece of late-night babbling, enjoy <3

It was already late, the clock showed almost 11PM, but you were not asleep. Yuuji had just gotten home, taken a shower, and breathed out loudly, whining to heavens about how he had worked his butt off during the training session with Gojo. Your boyfriend came back all tired, and the hot shower didn't do much to soothe his strained muscles.

"I'm soooo tired," he whined again, and you couldn't help but smile at the adorable pout his lips had formed as he walked into the room you shared with him.

"'My poor thing," you cooed, kissing his forehead as he sat down next to you. "How about I give you a little face massage?"

"Yes, please," Itadori nodded vigorously and you giggled as you instructed him how to position himself and when you had his head comfortably over your lap, you warmed up a nice portion of face cream in your palms.

"Relax for me, baby," you told him, and he closed his eyes the moment your fingers made contact with his skin.

Yuuji loved the magic your hands performed upon his aching muscles, and he found head and face massages particularly relaxing, so it wasn't surprising when he began to doze off in a matter of moments. With him half-asleep, you could take your time to admire the boy who had shamelessly stolen your heart with just one of his wide and extremely kind smiles, and as you glided your fingers smoothly across his forehead, down his temples, cheekbones, and jaw, you fell in love all over again. At first you were extremely gentle, stroking along his features, warming the skin as you went, before applying more pressure to the knots under his skin.

You rubbed small circles across his forehead, paying a little more attention to the space between his eyebrows and near his temples before lowering your hands to work the lotion into the large muscles over his cheeks. Using your thumbs, you forced the tension away with enough pressure to make Yuuji purr softly. Then something unexpected happened. Black, tattoo-like lines appeared under your fingers and you slowed your movements, startled by the sight.

You knew that there is a curse living rent-free in your boyfriend, and you've seen Sukuna before, but he had never come out like that, for no reason, without a fight, without a single trigger, so you had no idea what to expect.

"Continue," he ordered, and you swallowed, pressing your fingertips back to his cheeks. Ironically, the lines that adorned his face made for a perfect guide for the massage, and you unconsciously followed them.

"Is there a reason for your appearance now?" you asked cautiously, keeping your fingernails away from the extra pair of eyes as you brushed over the bones beneath them.

"Nothing in particular," he replied lightly, looking up at you as his expression turned more serious. "Although I don't like you looking at me from above."

"You're literally on my lap."

"That's why I'll allow it, once. As for why," he relaxed his face again as you slid down his cheeks to work the muscle around his mouth and along his jawline. "Can you imagine how bored I am inside this brat?"

"I'm afraid not."

"You can't, that's right." A sigh left Sukuna's mouth. "What a pity, I'm bored out of my mind."

"I see, but please don't tire Yuuji any more, he's already exhausted."

"You should worry about yourself rather than him being tired."

"I probably should, but if you were to decide to kill me now, you wouldn't get to experience the wonders of my scalp massage, so if you're okay with such a loss..."

You were really pushing his buttons here, being way too brave for your own good, but he seemed comfortable with the situation, which gave you hope that you wouldn't be decapitated anytime soon.

"Proceed then, and I'll make my decision afterward."

You finished his facial massage with a few light strokes along his features and wiped your hands with a tissue to remove any excess cream that hadn't absorbed yet, before you sink your hands into his hair. "Could you flip over to your stomach?" Once that was done, and Sukuna turned almost too obediently as you guided his head back to your lap, you used your fingers to brush through his blush-toned hair, pushing it back and purposefully scratching the skin between the strands as you dragged your hands to the nape of his neck. Once again, you used circular motions and quite a bit of pressure to stimulate the circulation and relax the tense muscles. You knew it was pleasurable, you knew how Yuuji's body reacted to your touch and the fact that it was the King of Curses at this moment couldn't change that. The only thing different was the silence, which would normally be filled with constant mewling and whimpering from your boyfriend, but you couldn't expect those from Sukuna. Frankly, you'd be startled if he suddenly started purring.

As you worked your magic, the man remained calm, his cheek pressed against your thigh and his arms behind your back and around your legs, and it didn't really bother you too much. His touch was almost non-existent, he just kept his hands there because they had to go somewhere.

"Do you find this acceptable?" you asked quietly, lowering your fingers to graze the back of his neck. Your thumbs slid down the line of muscles that connected them to his shoulders, and he moved his arms down, giving you more access to that area.

"Acceptable is a good term," he muttered, exhaling deeply as you firmly squeezed the shoulder muscles, working out the tight knots there. Normally, this would turn Itadori into a whining mess, needy of affection and ready for endless cuddles, but for Sukuna, you put more effort into what you were doing. It felt strange. Technically, it was still your boyfriend's body that you had touched many times before, but somehow it felt like you were massaging a foreign man. Even though your fingertips knew the dips and curves of his silhouette, your mind found it hard to process.

Lost in thoughts, you let your hands go lower, onto the shoulder blades and near the spine, following the line down, working your palms into his toned back, only snapping back to reality when one of your hands brushed over the stitches. Oh yes, Yuuji had injured himself the day before and because of Shoko's absence, he had to have the wound stitched up. He shouldn't be training with that at all, but he's so stubborn...

"Sukuna?", you addressed him quietly, trying to sound as respectful and polite as possible.

"What do you want?" he replied, his voice indifferent, but he knew from your tone that you needed something from him.

"There is a wound on Yuuji's back. Could you heal it so that I can massage that area as well?"

“I don’t mind the pain. I don’t feel it,” he informed bluntly.

“But I can’t massage over stitches. I know it’s nothing for you, so pleaseee?”

"You're pushing your luck, you know that, right?" Sukuna laughed. Oh, how sneaky you were, he loved it, and it's only because he really enjoyed the massage that he granted your request. The sewn-up wound healed before your eyes and black stitches fell away. Your whole face lit up as you ran your hand over the spot.

"Thank youu," you smiled, and as if on autopilot, your body bent forward. You planted a soft kiss on the top of his head before you could think twice and only realized what you'd done when it was too late. Oh. "I'm sorry," you muttered quickly.

"You're so fucking clingy," he scoffed. "Humans..."

"Don't be mad, I'm just grateful," you cooed, returning your nails to his scalp to hopefully distract him from wanting to cut you to ribbons, and it seemed to do the trick as he melted over your thigh, relaxing his body once again.

In few minutes the black markings disappeared, your boyfriend was back and you were left confused but relieved.