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#𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌: YUTA OKKOTSU.

「 yuta okkotsu x male! reader 」

GENRE: fluff, just fluff :3 oh, and like a REALLY quick makeout but its really just fluff, i think a bit of angst tho?

CONTENT WARNING: swearing, violence, r! helps yuta with his injuries, i have no idea what the plot is anymore, r! is like kyouka from bsd and has her ability “demon snow”, rika doesnt like r! that much :,(, “demon snow” is somewhat like rika, so rika - yuta and “demon snow” - r!

AUTHORS: stop. changing. themes. *holds me by the throat and shakes me* no but seriously the more i change it the more i have to change my layout which i do NOT want anyways happy furina day!!! we luv u queen

there’s something that makes people believe you just lack emotions. maybe it’s the you didn’t react to people’s insult, or maybe it’s the way it looks like you’re always in a daze. yeah, you don’t exactly have anything going on in your head and yes, you’re always in a daze but somewhat, you’ve always gave off this rebellious energy, like something was attached to you that’s radiating this energy off.

so when yuta saw a curse behind you while assisting him, he wondered if that was the thing that was radiating off the rebellious energy from your “jellyfish aura” that his other friends would call it. just knowing you hid something below the facade you upheld was admirable, you always had this look that made people think your mind was somewhere else when you are aware.

and the way your voice shouted commands for your curse while you still held that alluring look before you switched your attention to him and helped him up when the enemy was being distracted by your curse, all he could do was stare when you asked if he was injured.

he knew rika didn’t like you holding him so carefully and— oh? you’re so close — making sure he didn’t fall to the ground while the both of you ran from the area. now, he’s watching you patch up his wounds so delicate that he’s convinced you’re afraid that you might hurt him.

yuta doesn’t know if he should speak, ask if you’re okay when he’s the one clearly injured, ask about the ring that’s on a necklace and dangling around your neck. he wonders if you were almost like him, that explains why he was so drawn to you. maki, inumaki and panda (plus gojo) already picked up that you caused him to be rather flustered.

the first time you two met was when yuta was first introduced to you. you had officially came back from your trip and his friends had wanted to throw you a party since they haven’t seen you in awhile. his friends often described you to be somewhat like a jellyfish, he was a tad bit confused by the wording but he understood when you walked into the classroom.

“welcome back, [name]!”

“kelp.”

you just had this look in your eyes when panda scooped you up and hugged you, the way one of your eyes closed when panda smushed your cheeks together and the small— and very unnoticeable — smile on your face when you realized you were missed made him blush.

“this is yuta, he’s new, so try not to overwhelm him. he’s delicate.” maybe when maki had said that, you started to treat him like some doll. always making sure your touches weren’t harming his already injured skin— and he could technically feel rika fuming — with the focused look on your face.

the one thing bugging him was the ring. were you already married or did you dedicate your life to someone else? although, he sounded awfully like a hypocrite right now. he was wearing the ring rika had given him.

“… what’re you thinking about?”

that was the first time he had heard you spoken in such a quiet, yet calm and alluring, tone towards him specifically. he was once told that you didn’t talk a lot and always kept to yourself, only allowing yourself to talk when on the battlefield.

he was shocked nonetheless, the tone of your face had caused him to jump a little and his cheeks to flare up. what should he say in this? should he tell the truth and ask if you were married? but you probably already figured that out by how hard he was staring at the ring.

“oh. um… are you married?” yuta asked timidly, averting his gaze to the ground, hearing the chair scrap and he’s wondering if the question was too insensitive. you only got up to dim the lights as a headache was starting to form before you sat back down infront of yuta.

you grabbed ahold of his cheek and turned to face it towards you, “are you?” you had shot the question back to him and let go of his cheeks, feeling his cheeks heat upon the hand on his cheek. yuta knew you were gesturing to the ring on his finger and he didn’t know how to respond.

he was married but at the same time he wasn’t, he’d seem unfaithful to rika but everytime you touched him, protected him, and now, talking to him, he blushed. and you had picked that up rather quickly.

you hummed, hands wrapping around the ring and looking down at your lap, “i was. he died though.” the way you said it so casually had caught him off guard, but your situation was similar to him aswell. yuta picked up the way your hand tightened around the ring as he stared down at his, fiddling it around his ring finger.

“the cursed spirit that’s always around you. what’s her name?” he looked back at you, blinking and suddenly, you just looked… too unrealistic? was that the right weird to describe you? “her name’s rika.” and you smiled. his heart started to pound against his rib cage when you held a soft smile, “you’d love her no matter what form, huh?”

he wondered if you were rika if she was a male and your sentence made sense to him. now, he wondered about your cursed spirit, “what about yours?” “yuta.” hearing his name come out your lips had him confused, were you trying to tell him that you didn’t wanna speak about it or—

“oh. oh!”

the cursed spirit was named yuta. you weren’t trying to call out his name, you were trying to tell him that the cursed spirt’s name was his name. you lightly smiled amusingly at his reactions, “i don’t think rika likes me very much… nor do i think yuta likes you.” it seemed that way. yuta could feel rika wanted to kill you and you could feel “yuta” glaring daggers at the boy infront of you.

turns out you two were the same.

you stood up from your chair before bending down to yuta’s height and placing a kiss on the corner of his lips. were you trying to die? did you want yuta to die?! no. honestly enough. like yuta, you would’ve loved your cursed spirit no matter the form aswell.

“i like you, yuta.” it was a simple confession yet yuta’s face blew up into red, hearing you walk away. “ah! w-wait!” he had grabbed your wrist and turned you around, wrapping his arms around you and buried his face into the crook of your neck before muttering words that made the tension from your shoulders to relax.

“i… i like you too, [name].” he pulled away and softly placed his lips onto yours. your hands reaching up to cradle his cheeks as yuta backed you up to a desk and helped you sit on top of it before going back to kissing you.

he was a good kisser considering the fact he has never kissed anyone before… well, technically, not a human being.

you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the both of your lips until it disconnected when your hand was brought up to your mouth and oh, was that blush he saw? were blushing because of him? so cute.

“i don’t think they liked that very much..”

oh right!

𝟱𝟬𝟱 — 𝗂 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗒𝖾

( psd.@miniepsds )

YUTA OKKOTSU IMAGINE

✨ Character: Yuta OKKOTSU x Gojo FemaleReader.

✨ Warnings: Mention of violence, and decapitation.

✨ A/N: Yo just stopping in and writing a little something sumpin. Let me know if y'all like it! I LOVE feed back. Also I write everything on my phone so, if the format is off, I do apologize.

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"What.. are you doing?"

After a long pause, "Nothing."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you want some of my candy?" You offered to Yuta, discarding the severed head of a curse. Walking over to your bag, croaching down to riffle through it.

"I got sour candy, sweet candy, ya know like me, tart candy, savory," You holler back too him, turning around with a handful of sweets.

"You really are Gojo-Sensi sister, aren't you?" Yuuta mumbled out, glancing to his left to see at least 20 mutilated curses thrown everywhere.

He was just two minutes behind you, being thrown out on a mission at the last minute. Worried about not being there in time to help, and thinking of the worst. But once, he had arrived just a short while later, imagine his shock and disbelief of seeing you.

Standing casually in a field, with a head of a curse in one hand and a candy bar in the other. Finally taking notice of his figure, and just a little wave and another bite of the bar.

"Yeah, but I'm not THAT much of an egotistical maniac with a god complex. Or well... Not all the time, I can admit my faults at times," She chokes out, through the candy in her mouth.

"Are you bad mouthing, your amazing older brother again?" Gojo questioned behind Yuuta, scaring the young boy out of his skin.

"Yep, now come on Yuuta, I'm going to show you this new show," His friend and the younger Gojo spoke, picking up her bag and grabbing his hand. Causing the young boy to blush lightly, admiring his friend as she strutted past her brother.

Not only for her beauty, but for her witt, strength and confidence.

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All rights reserved for this work belong to Animesllut666.

The characters besides reader, are that of the work of Gege Akutami.

Chapter 3: HEARTBREAK

Naive and Gullible series

Master list

| Characters: Geto Suguru, GN Reader, Gojo Satoru

| Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

| WARNINGS ⚠️: brief mention of abuse, fighting, cursing, manipulation, crying, mention of blood, mention of suicide.

| note: Hello! Sorry it took so long for the next part, I've been busy and trying to decide how I was going to do this next part. And also decide what their curse technique would be and how it would work as well. But I hope everyone enjoys it!

FEED BACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED AMD WELCOMED!

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"How long has it been?"

"Only two weeks, they're acting like he was killed."

"He should be, he murdered a whole town, and for what? Children?" A scoff was heard from the other women, her head shaking at the sentence.

"That's why? Were they like him, or were they.." The older woman directed her eyes toward the closed door, signalling what she wanted to say out loud, but didn't have the guts.

"Him."

"That explains it, still they nee-"

The young Geto, had had enough of it all. From the two women on the outside talking rather loudly, from the pitty stares of their family an friends, the gossip and hushed whispers heard from outside the room.

Taking a shaky step up from their bed, they slowly walked towards the door. Sliding it open ever so gently.

The two housemaids fell into silence at the sound of the door sliding open. Both eyes widened,at the appearance of a blood shot eye staring at them.

"Leave, both of you," The voice said in a whisper, the cold tone had them taking a step back. As if the voice had the power to do harm, "Are you deaf? Leave!"

The shout had echoed down the hall, the women jumping at the sudden volume of it. In the rather quit hall, was now filled with heavy breathing from three parties. And the watchful eyes of one.

"We are sorry miss, we will leave this area." The older one to the right spoke first, giving a little bow. Before grabbing the other by the sleeve and trying to make an exit.

If the women were wise enough. They would had hidden the rolled eyes and twisted faces of disgust for when they had their backs fully turned. Or were out of sight of the young fragile kid.

But Y/N had noticed the facial expressions and the pulled back lips that formed in a sneer. Fully standing, grabbing the door for support. They slid it open further, a firm strong grip on it. Anger rushing through their veins and adrenaline, clinching their fist around the wood.

Hearing a crash, the sound of wood splitting, and heavy breathing. Had both of the women halting in their tracks, a cold chill ran down their spins. A pair of eyes burning into the back of their heads.

The flight or fight response was over taking their senses. Making them unaware of the person that was standing at the other end of the hall. Watching and observing the whole ordeal, from the very start.

Hands clutched towards their chests, ever so slowly turning around to witness the scene in front of them.

The door had been knocked off the track. Large splinters of wood scattered and sprawled out on the floor. Eyes moving towards, the young and heartbroken figure. As they took deep breaths in and out, their hair matted on one side of their head.

Tear stained face, their face bruised, and blood running down their arm. A gasp falling from parted lips at the state of the child.

Deep nail marks littered their face, one that was deep over the left eye. That from first glance, it was already starting to scar and leave it's trace behind. The two women side eyed each other, silently thinking that the rumors they had heard were true.

The rumors amongst the estate. How the young child had been clawing at their face, wailing, "I see him! Make him leave!" As they clawed and struck there face, took multiple people to restrain them from clawing their eyes out.

They got to the point of handcuffing them to their bed, till they said they wouldn't do it anymore.

"Just leave the grounds! Now!" They shouted, lunging towards them. The women covered their faces, hands raising to should themselves from an attack. A scream breaking through, but not from the women. The women backed up, their backs hitting the wall, as Y/N laid in a heap on the ground.

A weak sob broke out and took over their body. Hands covering their face, in shame with how things have turned out for them.

'Why did you attack them? Don't hurt others, just cuz you got hurt from someone.'

Shame for taking their anger and sadness out on others. Even if they were talking bad about them.

"You heard, leave the grounds," Gojo spoke behind the two women, who jumped at his sudden voice. Turning their heads towards him, and glancing at one another. Quickly making their way out of the building, making sure to never come back again.

Watching the door slam shut, Gojo sighed, his shoulders dropping down as his blue eyes peered his glasses at the young child. "Hey, when was the last time you showered?"

Cocking his head to the side as a piece of the door was thrown at him. Letting a huff out at the action, focusing on the person that was curled up on the floor. Hands covering their face, as they laid on the cold hardwood.

Their fingers spreading apart, red eyes looking back at him. A shiver ran down his own spine, the emotions or lack their of in their eyes were giving him a bang of fear.

Shaking his head weakly, his own hair falling in front of his eyes at the action. As his hair on his body stood up at the intense stare from the red eye kid.

Can't be scared of them, they need help. Satoru thought, squatting down in front of them.

"Go away Satoru," You spoke, the tall man in front of you tilted his head, "You look like a pigeon, now shoo." You waved your hand towards him, the bandages loosening from the action.

Without a second glance in his direction, you stood up but giving up once you felt your knees start to shake.

Instead of walking, you decided to crawl back into your room, "Let me re bandage your wrists," He mumbled, walking in behind you, as he was greeted with a rather dark and cold room.

His eyes adjusting to the lack of light, glancing around he could make out holes in the wall. Clothes thrown everywhere, broken glass and torn apart pictures.

"Where is the light? How can you see in this?"

"I just know where everything is, now get out."

"No, I told you, I'm re-dressing your bandages."

"No, you're not, let my wounds get infected."

"You'll get sick or even die," Satoru stated, the statement going over his own head. A groan falling from your lips, he could be so clueless at times. "That's the whole point" You lowly grunted out, a small "Oh," being heard behind you in response.

Satoru stepped around carefully, moving his hands along the wall, trying to find the switch to see better.

"I know you can see perfectly fine with out the light," You lounged on your bed, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around your shoulders.

"I know the whole six eyes and limitless. Your probably able to make out everything in here better then I."

"Oh, so you know about my technique?" Satoru said smuggly, as he finally found the switch for the light.

Only for it not to come on, "Shit."

Taking off his glasses, he could make out your smug smile, a giggle running through the room. He started looking around the room, trying to find the bandage wrap.

"Six eyes, right? Does that mean you have six eyes?"

"Haha, youre so funny. I'm able to tell apart people by their cursed energy, along with knowing what their technique is as well. There is a lot too it, sometimes I feel like I don't know all of it, to be completely honest. "

"Do the glasses help you tone it down?"

"Yeah, so to speak, give me your arm."

Silence fell between the two, Satoru started to unwrap the bandage. Old Blood and new had covered the bottom of the white cloth, "When was the last time you changed theses? There's old blood an dirt, and just, it's disgusting." Satoru stated, his voice raising with each word concern, he was confused why they were so dirty.

"Someone should be coming to change these, why ha-"

"I threatened the doctor, he clearly listened."

Silence fell back between the two, Satoru resumed redressing the old bandages. After 10 minutes, the old were brand new. Gently patting their wrist, a nod of approval from Satoru on the work done.

Silence was still between the two, as the young kid turned around and laid in bed. Securing the blanket tighter around them, Satoru stayed through the night. Even when all he heard was weak sobs that turned into light snores.

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An for two weeks, that's how things went for the two. Satoru would come over, throw away the old and put new bandages on. The both came to welcome the new routine, Y/N even started to look forward to 530pm. It was and will always be the only time, Satoru Gojo was on time for something.

As time passed, and the wounds started to heal, they two slowly started to drift closer. And find comfort in one another, "Will you help me clean my room?" They asked one, Tuesday evening, over the course of the routine. They had started to clean their room, throwing away the broken glass and wood. Getting rid of the accumulating trash, an even the old furniture.

Without a sound Satoru, started to pick up the small table, opening the door to start moving it outside. He knew what you meant, you wanted everything out. And start brand new, "My brother, he .. he helped decorate my room when I was born." You had confessed to him, tears brimming your eyes, "I tried to kill myself that night. After you had left, I was just sitting in here. I have reminders of him, everywhere I look, it's Suguru Geto. My face, being the constant reminder, but the second.. I'm living in it."

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Now after that, the both of you were remodeling it, throwing out the furniture, tearing the wallpaper off the walls and starting over.

It took another two weeks to get everything in order, what color and theme you wanted.

The walls were a light blue, and the bedding a rich grey, the furniture was all oak .

"We did a good job, though I'm surprised we pulled it off in such a short amount of time," Satoru sung with praise and awe, the roll of your eyes couldn't even damper the mood. A light smile on your lips, "Thank you," You whispered in appreciation.

He only hummed as the two of you ate apple slices, a small peaceful silence falling between the both of you.

You were too lost in thought, to notice the intense stare coming from Satoru. His eyes trailing up and down your figure, forehead crinkled with thought.

He couldn't see your cursed energy, an he wasn't sure why not. When he first met you, it was faint, if he hadn't had time to focus on your wounds. He was sure he would have missed it. Yet right now, there was nothing, not even a single trace of it.

That night, the night Suguru had chosen his fate, their was an abundance of it. Through that night it had kept getting stronger, he was almost shocked by how no one had ever picked up on it. In front of your parents and even the elders, running around frantically and talking in hush voices.

No one, had spoken or uttered a word, of the cursed energy flooding the room.

So, why wasn't he able to since anything now? Why wasnt anyone else able to see it or even feel it that night?

"If you keep scowling your going to get wrinkles," Your voice breaking his train of thought, popping an apple slice in your mouth.

With a roll of his eyes, (though you couldnt see it,) his face relaxing, tilting his head, "Can I ask you a question? Or more of a request."

Freezing at his question, a flashback of your brother asking you the same thing before causing pain for you. Clearly your throat before composing yourself, though Satoru noticed the brief fear that crossed your face, "Didn't you already ask a question? Just now, you did."

"Do you know you can manipulate your cursed energy?" Satoru decided to blurt out, there wasn't any other way that he could think of, to tell you that you can manipulate your cursed energy. Along with manipulating everyone else, into thinking that you didn't have any.

"What? I.. I don't have cursed energy though," You stuttered out, what was he talking about? You didn't have anything, you couldn't even see those creatures without being on the verge of death.

"Are you sure? C-Cause, I w-was always, oh wow I can't breath," You panicked, your chest tightening at this news. You didn't have cursed energy, you never did, that's why your brother didn't like you. That's why he always called you monkey.

Putting your head between your knees, trying to take deep breaths but it wasnt working at all. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I thought you knew. Here take deep breaths," Satoru was trying to sooth you, and help, but it seemed like he was making it worse. Grabbing your hand as it shakes, he rested it on his chest.

"Following my breathing, in and out," He requested, trying to help you, after a few minutes, your breathing started to even out. The slow shakey breaths evened out , "I'm sorry, I thought you knew," Satoru apologized, his glasses now perched on top of his head. "It's fine, I'm tired." You told him, standing up from the ground and laying on the bed.

Satoru stayed where he was, his legs now crossed, the sun was casting it's golden rays across the room. His mind racing with thoughts, you clearly didn't know neither did anyone else.

As you were laying in bed, cursed energy filling the room. Sniffles filling the air, his eyebrows knitted in confusion.

How can someone so powerful, not even feel the energy of it? He thought to himself, but as he leaned against the wall.

Geto Suguru

His eyes snapping open, his name flashing in his head. That's the reason why you were like this, and he was going to help you forget about all the trauma he had caused.

Even if it took him years, he was going to help you.

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Next part: Chapter 4: Megumi? Megoomi.

Jjk manga spoiler

Me explaining this photo to someone who hasn’t read the manga or watched the movie:

His engagement ring to his child hood crush that turned into a curse but is only interested in him and protecting him 🥲

Dude why has no one talked about yuta saying that he kinda likes big boobs, like during the movie???

Like I have not seen anyone say anything about it and then when I heard it I'm like wait sir what?! Like I didn't know that?. But man.

Is anybody here as obsessed with his eyes as I am? The way he looks the world through those dead eyes 😩

I have this idea stuck in my head all day, like

Imagine you and Yuta spent your day off in an amusement park, you both tried so many games and had so much fun. 

You decided to play roller coaster first and scream like there's no life tomorrow.

Then, Yuta sheepishly asked if you could wear a matching headband with bunny ears, of course you said yes without thinking ( omg image Yuta wears a headband like that ahhhhh so cute ).

Both of you spent the next few hours discovering haunted houses ( a little boring because you meet and exorcise curses every day ), having a transport ride ( holding his hands while watching the beautiful scenery is awesome ), going on a Ferris wheel ( what is better than kissing your beloved at the top of a Ferris wheel at sunset ? ), taking thousands of photos in a photo booth ( you definitely will hang them all over your room tomorrow )

You were very tired after a long day, so Yuta insisted you rest on a bench while he went to buy some drinks and food.

And you waited there, watching people pass by, gazing at the sky painted in hues of orange and pink, replaying all the happy moments you had today again and again in your head.

Only when you realized Yuta had gone a little too long, “maybe the restaurant was too crowded ? or maybe he got lost ?” You asked yourself and started finding him.

A few minutes later, you saw him…standing with a girl, seems like she was talking about something. Well, you trust Yuta, and you know he would never betray you, never. And the way that girl trying to show her boobs is really annoying, obviously she is flirting with him.

So you walk faster to reach there as soon as possible and take him away from this mess. When they are only a few meters away, you hear the girl saying “But I don’t see your girlfriend anywhere“ with a voice that makes you cringe.

“That’s it” You feel your blood rushing to your face, “I will make her regret doing such a thing”.

Suddenly, Yuta raises his hand, showing the ring on his ring finger and starts talking nonstop

“Do you see the ring on my finger? I have worn it for years and NEVER taken it off, but it still shines brightly like the first day I wore it. Do you know why? Because it is made of our LOVE for each other. Well, if you ever meet my LOVER, you will know why I always fall in love with her over and over again. I LOVE her sparkling eyes which are always full of love and affection for me, LOVE her sweaty voice when she murmurs she loves me, LOVE the shiny smile she shows whenever she meets me. Oh and I LOVE the way she hugs me so tight, the way she holds my hand, interlocking her fingers with mine, the way she kisses me so passionately. And of course, I LOVE her for her PERSONALITY, she would NEVER tell someone to cheat on their partners. I really want you to meet her so you know how perfect a person can be, but seeing such a person like you will ruin…”

“Yuta.”

“Oh baby, what are you doing here? Ah, sorry for making you wait…”

You cut him off by giving him a peck on his lips right in front of that girl.

“Let’s go, I’m hungry” You slowly reach his hand, pulling him slightly

“Okay, honey, let’s go” he smiles gently, holding your hand tighter and you both walk away, don’t even give a glance to the girl.

“I love you, Yuta”

“I love you too, y/n”

English isn't my first language, so please be nice with grammar mistakes and odd vocabulary, you can point out my mistakes and I will fix them as soon as possible

“I choose to love you in silence… For in silence I find no rejection, I choose to love you in loneliness… For in loneliness no one owns you but me, I choose to adore you from a distance… For distance will shield me from pain, I choose to kiss you in the wind… For the wind is gentler than my lips, I choose to hold you in my dreams… For in my dreams, you have no end.” ― Rumi

No, I choose to love you in reality

I choose to tell you about my love,

I choose to say “I love you”, so at least I can have a chance to hold you, to kiss you, to feel you in reality.

Just imagine Yuta wrote a letter like this to confess to me 🥺

Ways to hug your lover

A warm hug and a goodbye kiss you both give to each other when leaving the house in the morning.

When he is sitting on the couch, reading a book you recommended or watching his favorite films on TV, you will crawl onto his lap, snuggling with him, only to meet his fond gazes and receive a gentle pat on your head.

On a relaxing Saturday night, you both lie comfortably on the bed, legs tangled together. You will talk to him about everything or nothing, just enjoy being with him. And vice versa, he will ramble about his day while playing with your hair or just hold you close to him, drowning in your essence.

When you’re sleeping, he will always try to find a way to get closer to you than he is, like tightening the hold on your waist, burying his head deeper into the crook of your neck, and never leaving your hands.

Yuta is a light sleeper, so if you wake up and go out of bed to go to the bathroom or drink water during the night, when you return, you’ll see him already awake, pouting because you’ve left him alone, and once you place yourself on the mattress, he’ll hug you incredibly tight.

When you come home exhausted from the long day, he’ll pepper your face with kisses while slowly guiding you to your shared room, where he has prepared an appetizing meal.

Or when he’s running out of energy from harsh missions, you’ll gently stroke his back back and forth and murmur sweet nothing to his ears, praising him for always trying to protect other people, giving him the comfort he deserves.

You love every chance to touch Yuta, but the hugs you give him when he leaves for abroad missions are always your distaste. The hugs that neither you nor he wants to release, you both pull your lover slightly only to strengthen the hold on each other.

And when he comes back after months, you’ll find him standing in the middle of the crowd, outstretching his arms for you to jump right into his embrace. All you can feel is his unique fragrance, his soft voice, his fast heartbeat, everything about him that you’ve dreamed of, have craved for.

About Yuta? What can make him happier than hugging his angle after months of distancing? It’s like he’s holding a piece of heaven and you’re right in his arms, he would never get enough of your tender yet firm embrace, your sweet-like honey giggles, your passionate kisses, he would never get enough of you, all of you.

On a winter day, you’ll sit restfully in his lap while he covers both of you in a warm, cozy blanket, you two spend time doing whatever you like.

Or on a peaceful morning, your room is filled with a warm, golden glow of sunlight, you cling onto Yuta and groan “Five more minutes” when he tries to wake you up. He then only sighs and lets you sleep for “five minutes” the nth time, fondly stroking your hair and pressing pecks to your forehead.

He always knows when you’re upset, frustrated, or silently crying. At that time, he’ll hold you close to his chest, kissing away your tears, giving you constant reassurance that he’ll be here with you forever, helping you overcome your sadness.

This is my daydream about some intimate moments shared with Yuta, my remedy for the tragedy from recent chapters. Yuta my beloved, you deserve all the best 😭😭😭

PUPPY LOVE.

summary — pretty boy wants to cheer you up for the new semester!

genre — fluff

“I fucking hate this,” you groaned, eyes wandered all over the calendar and notes you had displayed on your desk while you organized. January, the start of the new year and a new term for college— And here you were, already not pumped up for the tedious months headed your way.

Yuta looked over and briefly glanced at your crumbled posture in the chair. His phone was lazily situated within his grasp as he giggled in amusement.

“It won’t be that bad, it hasn’t even started yet,” he told you, trying to compromise the situation with a lighter heart. You, however, didn’t have that much positivity.

“That means another four months of stress, exams… Fuck man!” A burst of agony once again left your lips, breaking down more and you plopped your head on the table.

Yuta shook his head at your wailing, and placed his phone down as he leaned back in his chair. Seeing how you were and how he also had way more classes to take up for the term, it was no surprise that the year would automatically be tough for the both of you. He quickly glanced back to your head buried in your arms, and briefly cleared his throat.

“Say, you aren’t doing anything next week though, right?” he asked, shifting his position on the chair back and forth.

“Nope,” you replied softly, a deep sigh escaping not long after. “I was planning to lock myself in my room—“

“Let’s not do that,” he interjected amusingly, chuckling away at your pessimistic tone. “Wanna do something? Something fun, I mean. To lighten our moods for the semester.”

You immediately perked up, sitting straight in your chair and you turned to him with wide eyes.

“Like what?” you asked curiously, moving your body to face him.

Yuta looked up at the ceiling in thought, you could see the calculations run through his head. After a couple seconds, he turned to you as well and rested his elbows upon his knees.

“Remember that café you said you wanted to visit? It was the bunny one, right?” he suggested and looked for your sign of approval, to which you lightened up at his words. An obvious sign to him, of course.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ and you wanna go,” he answered, a soft smile played on his lips. You nodded and finally relaxed, the tension in your shoulder unwinding.

“How did you remember? I mentioned the bunny café like… Two months ago?”

He let out a laugh before bashfully looking away, finding solace in the many fluffy pillows you had on your bed and the night stand. A tiny, porcelain bunny sat proud next to the alarm clock. A knowing expression came to his face and mumbled out:

“I just know you.”

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AN; creds to mu_kmijj <3