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Headcanons with multiple character:

Date Night Headcanons (Itadori Yuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Satoru Gojo, Noritoshi Kamo, Aoi Todo, Akari Nitta, Kento Nanami, Yuuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki, Maki Zenin, Miwa Kasumi)

Love language( Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Noritoshi Kamo, Aoi Todo, Kento Nanami, Yuuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki, Toji Fushiguro)

Them being jealous (Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen, Yuuta Okkotsu)

Relationship (Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen, Yuuta Okkotsu)

Baby Fever ((Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Yuuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki)

The last one to realize you are pregnant 1 (Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo)

The last one to realize you are pregnant 2 ( Kento Nanami, Yuuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki)

How they fell in love 1 ((Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Takuma Ino)

When you're on your period ((Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Yuuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki)

When they first saw you naked ((Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo)

Hurt/comfort request with Gojo and Nanami

Jujutsu Kaisen Characters comforting you (Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki, Kento Nanami, Satoru Gojo)

JJK-On the beach (Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Yuta Okkotsu)

Kidnapped! (Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo) angst, gore, mdni!

Them with their babies (Yuta Okkotsu, Megumi Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki, Yuji Itadori)

SATORU GOJO:

Reality

Satoru Gojo loves Y/n. The elders don't. He is about to lose everything, his wealth, his mansion, he is facing a decision: Y/n or his luxurious lifestyle? Based on Lost Frequencies- Reality

Same old love

Reader and Gojo are just friends...right? Wrong! Even if they're thousands miles away, when they meet it's fireworks and little stars around.

Gojo Satoru Headcanons

NORITOSHI KAMO:

His eternity (on hiatus)

His eternity

His eternity part 2

His eternity part 3

Noritoshi Kamo was a controlled man, someone who followed the rules and traditions. Arranged marriages were common things prestigous families liked to do. But now, as no longer an heir, what will he do? His bride seems to dislike him. He seems to enjoy teasing the girl. (ooc Noritoshi, fluff)

SUKUNA RYOMEN:

Four Moods (dark themes, hurt/comfort)

Soulmate maybe? (CEO! Sukuna x Journalist! Reader fluff)

YUUTA OKKOTSU:

Sweater Weather (so much fluff I died)

Being strong for him (a bit angst, otherwise fluff)

Mission: Seduce Yuta Okkotsu (suggestive, mdni)

Yuta Okkotsu NSFW alphabet (smut, mdni)

KENTO NANAMI:

Missing you (nsfw)

Nanami NSFW Alphabet

SUGURU GETO:

It's a date (fluff)

TOGE INUMAKI:

What are you waiting for? (angst, fluff)

MAKI ZENIN:

Falling in love (fluff)

YUJI ITADORI:

Realization (fluff)

Yuuji Itadori NSFW Alphabet (smut)

MY MANNNNNN

Happenstance | Kamo Noritoshi

CHARACTERS: Kamo Noritoshi X You CHAPTER COUNT: 1/1 WORD COUNT: 2,287 GENRE: fluff | school au | archer!noritoshi | described reader appearance (i think) TRIGGER WARNING: very mild implied sleeping princess syndrome (somnophilia?) SPOILERS: n/a

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Sports fest – an idle time for most but to the athletes of the school.

Kamo Noritoshi was one of them, an archer for the school team and currently representing class two-six. It was a jovial time for most as there weren’t any homeroom activities, but to him, it was yet another one of those boring days in school. It wasn’t new to him nor was it a rare chance for him to get to play unlike the other students as almost every month, he’d join inter-school competitions, most of which were a piece of cake to him. He’d been slinging a bow and arrow since he was five after all. They were the best team there ever was to grace the school grounds and unless they graduate from the institution, there was no way they’d be beaten. It was routine, thus the boredom.

He glanced at his watch. It read exactly half past two. The game he was supposed to be in was already starting, but instead of being in the archery range to shoot some arrows, he was wandering inside the school building, particularly that of the freshmen’s area. It was way quieter there than the other places in the area since all of the students on that floor were excited for the games unlike the upper-class students who found the events of the day tedious. He couldn’t agree more with them. He couldn’t understand why there were such frivolous events apart from the necessary ones. They were of no importance to him and since his class had gotten into the finals, he wasn’t needed anymore.

He treaded his way through the quiet hallways, his footsteps echoing. The surroundings were quite eerie especially that the green glow from the sunlight which was being filtered by the ostentatious greenhouse cast itself across the pristine white walls. He walked the length of the plant conservatory where a few meters of turf had been laid out as a part of the semi-indoor landscape when a strange figure caught his eyes. His stroll halted as he turned on his heels to see what it was, pressing closer to the glass wall with his curiosity overriding him. He squinted, adjusting his vision to the brighter light.

On the grass, he could make out the shape of a person, lying down as if unconsciousness caught them in the middle of a promenade. He arched a brow when he noticed a glistening tuft of long hair on the grass. It was female student – you specifically. Alarmed, he ran back to where the entrance to the greenhouse was and frantically searched for you, thinking you were injured or ailing. He found you on the same spot. Hoping that you were fine, he knelt down beside you. You were lying on your side, your back to him, vulnerable to every single danger that the school grounds could expose you to.

“What are you doing here?” Noritoshi whispered to himself. Ever so carefully, he tried to turn you over so he could at least recognize you. He noticed your hand which held a crimson cravat. A senior, he thought. What was a senior doing at the freshmen’s area? He smirked. Then again, he was a junior and he was there.

Even after you turned over so you were lying on your back, your luxuriant tresses covered your face like a veil. Sucking in air, he reached over, but before he could even touch you, you began stirring. Your hands reached over to your face and brushed your hair absently from your face. A soft sigh escaped your mouth, the creases on your forehead caused by the disturbance slowly smoothing into a peaceful mask as your breathing steadied, your chest rising and falling at an even pace.

Noritoshi scrambled back, frowning when he realized that you hadn’t fainted. You were deliberately there, sleeping. He smiled in amusement, about to leave when a soft breeze managed to make its way through the open vents of the glass dome, rustling the vegetation along with the your dark hair. Suddenly, he found himself taken by the sight of you slumbering before his feet. Your lean, long legs were slightly bent to the right, barely concealed by the short skirt that was your uniform which clung to your hips deliberately, tracing your delicate contours.

His eyes trailed upwards to your face, cheeks lightly flushed and glowing with a healthy tinge of faded roses, lashes thick enough to cast shadows on your cheeks and lips that were the shade of cherries, slightly fuller on the lower part, all framed by sable hair that had lush curls near the tips, scattered on the grassy ground in reckless abandon. You were beautiful…like a garden nymph.

He was enthralled, no other words. He found himself unable to move, wondering where he had seen such a face. He doubted it that you’ve encountered each other since he never really went to the senior department. Aside from that, he never bothered to look at the people in the school long enough in all his two years stay in the institution unless he had something to do with them. He blinked slowly. For the first time, he found himself breathless for someone and he wasn’t expecting that he’d see it in an unconscious girl in the greenhouse.

Thump. Thump.

He swallowed hard, feeling his heart racing the more he stared at the nameless goddess in front of him. With his body finding a mind of its own, he found himself leaning over you until your faces were but a measly inch away from each other. Slowly, his eyes began to droop until they closed, making his lips touch with your slightly open ones. He’d never had the urge to kiss someone so badly and now that he had the chance, you weren’t even responding. He relished the feel of your mouth against his, yielding and soft like candy floss to the slightest of pressures.

What are you doing attacking an unconscious person? Isn’t that cowardly, a nagging voice in his head said, making him snap out of it. He inched away from your sleeping figure and swallowed hard, shaking his head, eyes wide when he realized what he just did. It was so uncommon for him to be losing his mind over anyone. I didn’t just do that.

He glanced at the you, trying to clear his head. He sat down on the grass just beside you, looking up. Frustration took over him, chastising himself for the recklessness of his actions. He thought of how it would look like if the you actually woke up and caught him red-handed. He shrugged the thought off, just glad that you didn’t.

Minutes turned to hours and he still stayed there. The urge to protect you was strong and yet he wasn’t really protecting you, was he? What if it was your first kiss? How he dreaded the thought that he stole it and he didn’t even know whether you liked it or not. He felt loathing for himself when he realized that he was as good as an offender, harassing the you while you slept.

His eyes made its way towards the your tranquil form again and to his surprise, your eyes were open, hazel ones that reflected the canopy of leaves above you. You looked rather disoriented, but even as your vision wandered to him, clear and bright under the afternoon sun, enhancing your features, you exhibited no surprise.

His guilt took the best of him and made him inch away from you, watching as you stretched your arms and blinked sleepily. You pushed yourself up and regarded him with a sleepy smile.

Finally, the goddess spoke. “To what do I owe the honor?” you asked.

Puzzled, Noritoshi shook his head slowly. “Excuse me?”

You sighed, but was happy to repeat yourself. “I said –”

Noritoshi was torn between laughter and frowning. “I heard what you said, but…”

You giggled a bit, narrowing your eyes at him before covering your mouth to yawn. “Now I know why girls fawn over you.”

His brows shot up. “Excuse me?” he said, this time with more edge to it.

Your eyes widened a bit and you fidgeted with your cravat, your shoulders tensing. You winced, returning his gaze with your left eye closed and your right eye slightly squinting. “Shouldn’t have said that.”

Noritoshi shook his head. “No… You don’t get it…”

You relaxed. “What don’t I get?” You lightly scratched the back of your head. “Sorry. I just woke up…er…which you already knew.” You shook your head and rubbed at your eyes.

His head tilted to the side. “You know me.”

At that, you burst into bubbles of laughter. “School team archer, Kamo Noritoshi, who outshines the captain? Who wouldn’t?”

His heart fluttered. The fact that you knew him made him feel glad and guilty at the same time. You knew him and with beauty like yours, he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he never noticed you before. He shrugged, your words finally sinking in and he momentarily forgot about what he did. “Not really…”

“And yet I hear rumors about you having to hide in the men’s lavatory because a mob is chasing after you. You’ve got to be kidding me.” You straightened up. “Come on. No need to be humble.” You were easy-going and cheerful, that much he’d figured out. And you also liked to talk. You apologized for your comments and asked, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be playing?”

He flashed you a half smile. “I didn’t want to.” He shrugged then. “What about you? Aren’t you supposed to be cheering for your class?”

You blew a raspberry. “I’d rather sleep.”

“Figures.”

You stood up. “I’m going home. Nice talking to you.” You began to make your way out of the greenhouse, waving with your cravat. “See you around.”

Noritoshi stood up and before he could even realize what he was doing, he seized you by the wrist, stopping your progress. You turned around and eyed his hand on yours which he quickly withdrew. “Sorry,” he said breathlessly.

You smiled. “It’s fine. Do you need anything?”

“Your name…” he mumbled.

“Pardon?”

He looked up. “Your name. I…uh…I didn't catch it.”

Your eyes twinkled as you chuckled. “I didn’t mention it.”

Noritoshi’s face heated up and he didn’t need a mirror to tell how badly he was blushing. He looked down.

You bent down slightly. “Are you alright? You’re red,” you said, a confirmation of his thoughts.

He nodded. “Yes. I-it’s hot…that’s all.”

You giggled. “It’s Y/N.”

“Huh?”

“My name is L/N Y/N.”

Y/N. Pretty. He nodded. “L/N Y/N. Thank you. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s just Y/N,” you half-whined and pouted a bit. “Do you want me to call you *kohai?”

He shook his head, feeling the slightest annoyance when you suggested it. “N-no.”

“Then call me Y/N and I’ll call you…”

“Idiot?” he said absently, shook his head upon realization and chuckled awkwardly. “I’m kidding.”

“Noritoshi?” you offered, the way his name rolled out of your tongue making him want to hear it more.

“Okay.”

“Noritoshi it is. Bye, Noritoshi.”

You started to walk away again, but he realized it was his chance to make it up to you although you didn’t know what has happened. “Y/N.”

You turned on your heels and looked at him. “Yes?”

“Mind if I walk you home?” he blurted out.

You took his hand. “Not at all, but we should get going before your fan girls start chasing after me.”

Noritoshi chuckled and led the way. You both exited the gate and you just directed him to where you were going, your shoulders touching from time to time as you walked. You didn’t live far from the school just a few blocks and soon, the of you were standing in front of a dainty-looking house with two floors surrounded with lawn and fences the color of faded limes.

“This is me,” you said. “Thank you.”

“Uh…”

“Do you want to walk me to my door?” you asked, voicing Noritoshi’s thoughts out.

“S-sure.”

You chuckled. “Are you always this articulate?”

He chuckled along with you, suppressing the urge to smile like an idiot until you’ve reached the door.

“Thank you,” you said again.

“You’re welcome and…”

You clasped your hands behind you and tilted sideways, your hair falling over your shoulder like it had a life of its own. “And?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Nothing.”

You frowned slightly. “Whatever it is, it’s fine.”

Noritoshi placed a hand behind his neck. “I’m going.”

“Okay, but before that, I’m sorry, too.”

“Huh?” He was confused.

“I’m sorry for this.” Without warning, you wrapped your arms around his neck, stood on your toes and let your lips meet in a bold kiss.

Noritoshi’s eyes widened, but he’d soon grown accustomed to your lips which he already kissed while you were sleeping. Chills ran up and down his spine, as the urgency in your kiss heightened from just a simple contact to a kind of potent wanting. His arm found its way around your waist, holding you closer, not caring if anyone saw you as long as he was happy where he was at the moment.

He was still dazed by the time you pulled back, but contrary to his expectation for you to move further away, you leaned closer to his ear and said, “Naughty Noritoshi stealing a kiss from sleeping Y/N.”

He froze. You knew.

Finally you stood back from him, gave him one last peck on the cheek and winked at him as you opened the front door. “See you at the greenhouse, kiss thief.”

-END-

TERMINOLOGIES:

*kohai (後輩) junior i.e. a person of lower grade/class/age (in school/at work) to the speaker

@fushigummy You asked, I delivered. XD did I do the man justice?

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI'S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [DATE]

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

Hi 👋

Can u write Yuta, Gojo, Kokichi, and Noritoshi (the student) with a fem s/o who's very calm,quiet, and scary in public bcz of their scars and muscular body but when they are alone she's very sweet and shy :)

Make it fluff, and it's up to you if u wanna make it headcanons or whatever :)

Sypnosis - How would these boys fare with an S/O who doesn't look the most approachable at times?

Includes - Yuuta Okkotsu, Satoru Gojo, Kokichi Muta, Noritoshi Kamo

Warning(s) - none besides mention of scarring on Reader

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

You were not exactly known to have a friendly face or an approachable person – avoided by many in most social settings thanks to the deep furrow of your brow and the frown that curls the corners of your mouth downward. Though you could be doing something as simple as thinking about what to prepare for dinner that night, your exterior displayed a deep anger for any and all that surrounded you.  

You had built up walls that were borderline impenetrable … that is … until he steps into your life.  

YUUTA OKKOTSU  

Like many, at first, Yuuta was intimidated by you. You carried yourself in such a way that made it seem as if you were uninterested in everyone around you – which included him when he first transferred to Jujutsu Tech. 

Even Gojo seemed hesitant to introduce you, gesturing to you quickly with a wave of his hand before doing his absolute best to change the subject without it being noticed by you, Yuuta, or any of the other second-years.  

One of the first things that Yuuta notices about you is the thin scars that line your arms, little stories of the missions that you had been on and reminders of the curses that you had defeated.  

In truth, your appearance only adds to the mysterious, intimidating persona that you seemed to have adopted — one that deeply scared others and continuously drove them away from you.  

Initially, it seems like the only person that you tolerate is Maki, considering that she’s the only one that you show a sliver of emotion to. She’s the only one that you offer a soft smile to, the only one that you regard without that sharpened ice in your voice, the only one that you really showed that you were … well … human.  

The other second-years had your favor as well; Yuuta quite enjoyed watching you train with Panda or playfully argue with Inumaki. He just wished that he had the courage to do what they did — which essentially was just talking to you.  

It’s only really with Panda’s pushing that Yuuta eventually builds up enough courage to approach you, hesitantly asking if you’d wanted to spar with him (Maki was preoccupied with Inumaki). Shockingly, you smiled softly at him and accepted.  

The rest was, quite literally, history.  

Little by little, Yuuta makes his way over the walls that you had built up around your heart, soft eyes and gentle smile worming its way into your life without any intent of ever leaving.  

He begins to realize that the way you acted with him was a complete 180 to how you acted around others. You regarded him with a soft tone, you touched him with gentle palms, you cooed sweet praises to him and hugged him tightly on those cold nights. 

You may be a force to be reckoned with out on the field, but to Yuuta? You were the soft-spoken girl that he devoted his entire heart to.  

SATORU GOJO 

At first, Gojo doesn’t want to think that he finds you intimidating. He tries to be nonchalant when he sees you standing beside Nanami, but you don’t miss the way that his eyes flicker around the room — desperately trying to look anywhere but where you stand.  

His gaze is drawn to your scars almost immediately, slightly impressed at the fact that you do very little to hide them. In any other case, he would say that you were proud of them (at least, that’s what he thought).  

But, ever the confident man, Gojo does eventually decide to approach you (literally the second that Nanami leaves the room). He tries to crack a joke or two, hoping that you would break and that maybe you would crack a smile. You don’t … and he physically deflates. 

That does very little to actually deter him though. Actually, he makes it his personal mission to make his way over the walls that you’ve so obviously put up around your heart. While everyone else would find his actions downright annoying, you find them oddly endearing.  

It’s rare that someone takes such an interest in you, considering that the aura you radiated was really anything but initially friendly. To see Gojo try so hard to capture your attention … well, it only makes you that much more interested in just why he was so dead set on you.  

Eventually, Gojo finally finds it in himself to properly ask you out — in his very own Satoru Gojo way. A bouquet of overpriced roses, a night at a resturant with pricing that could probably pay your mortgage, and a sweet walk that ended with Gojo hopelessly devoting himself to you.  

He adores the change in your personality — how you can easily switch from sternly speaking to your students to mumbling to him as if he were the only thing in your world that mattered.  

But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t also love the firm persona you take on when you’re, for example, out for a day together.  

He adores you … always and forever. 

KOKICHI MUTA  

Unlike the others, Kokichi isn’t immediately put off by your appearance. If anything, he’s intrigued by it. In a way, you remind him of himself; kept to yourself and separated from others — it makes him want to interact with you right at that moment.  

He won’t ever admit it to your face, but the first time that he did end up speaking to you, he was quite literally shaking under your gaze. You were just so damn assertive. 

At first, you come off as very bothered by Kokichi – but he quickly learns that it's the complete opposite. Just because you were this scarred, unapproachable individual didn't make you any less human than Kokichi himself.  

Slowly but surely, he makes his way over those walls that you had built up around your heart, opening you up and revealing that softened persona that lay hidden underneath it all. The sweet-eyed, soft-spoken girl who really wanted nothing more than to love and be loved in return.  

Upon coming to that realization, Kokichi finds himself gentler with you – just like you were with him. His words are soft-spoken and truthful, his actions performed out of the kindness of his heart rather than if the situation called for it.  

All in all, Kokichi feels a sense of protectiveness over you once you finally open yourself up to him. You were being vulnerable with him in a way that you simply weren't around others. And he was going to protect that vulnerability, no matter what it took.  

NORITOSHI KAMO 

Out of all the previously mentioned characters, Noritoshi is the one who minds the least about your appearance. If anything, he finds himself relating to you — considering that many don’t approach him as well for various reasons.  

And so because of that, he approaches you with as much confidence as he could muster, striking up a conversation with you and regarding you just as softly and respectfully as he would anyone else.  

You’re caught off guard by him at first, though slowly but surely, you and Noritoshi constantly seek the other out.  

He admires your ability to switch between being stoic and cold to soft and sweet. How around others you wore an expression as cold as the harshest winter, but the moment that you heard the lull of his voice, you were turning to him with a gentle smile.  

Noritoshi admires your scars actually, spending many nights just laying at your side with his fingertips dragging over the raised skin. He’ll hum a quiet song for the both of you, holding you and simply moving his fingers along your arm or leg.  

Another thing that Noritoshi adores about you is the way you whisper to him during your time spent together — how you lower and soften your voice when speaking to him. He smiles gently at you when he notices, then holding your face and decorating your face with little kisses.  

He doesn't mind your switch from soft to stoic, he knows that it's just what you're used to and it's become the norm for you. To him, you're still his lover, his absolute everything -- no matter what persona you decide to put on for the day. 

SYNOPSIS: Somehow, every single one of your classmates failed to make it to your little meet-up to buy a present for your sensei, so now it's just you and Noritoshi - who you have had a crush on for a while. What a coincidence.

TAGS: Fluff, holding hands, slight pining, not proof-read

WORD COUNT: 859 words

NOTES: Happy first day of December!

The impatient clicking of your tongue turns out to be a little louder than you had anticipated, your expression equally as startled as your classmate’s when he turns around to face you.

“Whoops,” you mumble, feeling embarrassed but thankfully, Noritoshi is not one to dwell on stuff like this. With the slightest hint of irritation, he sighs.

There’s a frown on his face, his brows drawn together and you think this might turn into his default expression soon if you have to deal with the others and their antics any longer.

The two of you had gotten to the meeting point early. Since you both had work to finish at school, you decided to just come here together right after that, still wearing your uniforms - with the addition of thick coats due to the cold weather.

“Did anyone text you?” the young man asks. Checking your phone you scroll past the messages of Aoi texting you that there is a limited edition Takada-chan collectible being auctioned online, Mai excusing herself by claiming she dragged Momo out on a last-minute, highly important shopping trip, and Kasumi telling you she is out to grab some oil for Mechamaru. So to conclude: a bunch of excuses.

“It looks like we are on our own.” With a sigh, you lock your phone and put it in your pocket. The two of you begin your walk along the streets of the eastern Higashiyama District. Looking around, your eyes drift over the wares that the shops are offering. From clothes to overpriced tourist gimmicks, there are a lot of different things to buy. While a wide selection is favorable, sometimes having too much to pick from makes it difficult to settle on something.

You trudge from one shop to the other, unsure what kind of Christmas present to get for Utahime-sensei. Everybody had pitched in generously but without Mai’s expertise and Kasumi’s fun ideas, it’s a little rough to come up with an idea for a gift.

“Does Mechamaru actually need oil?” you ask, trying to make some conversation with Noritoshi. He huffs softly, his breath escaping as a little puff of white. It’s cold today.

“I am pretty sure he doesn’t need anyone else getting some for him, at least,” comes his reply before he stops in front of a little kiyomizu-yaki pottery shop. There are two little stands with display wares on them in front of the door and you move closer.

“Oh! They have sake cups!” you mumble excitedly, tugging on Noritoshi’s sleeve absentmindedly. A soft smile tugs on his lips and when you turn around, pointing at a purple one, he raises a brow, acting as if he’s not particularly amused by your enthusiasm. 

Clearing his throat, he asks, “Is it wise to encourage our teacher’s alcohol consumption?”

With a dramatic groan, you let go of him, turning towards the cup again. “But it’s so fancy! This is such a sophisticated present,” you counter, your fingers carefully tracing the rim of the cup.

Noritoshi watches how your breath is visible with every word you speak. Your neck is awfully bare in this cold weather. Carefully, he takes off the soft, white scarf around his neck, wrapping it around yours instead. You shudder at the faint smell of his cologne that lingers on the fabric but he pays your reaction no mind.

“The sophistication of alcoholism is quite the concept,” he tells you and you don’t need to turn around to know that he is smiling.

“However-”

You shoot him a hopeful glance.

“I do think it is a good present for Utahime-sensei. I am sure she will appreciate it.”

A little whisper of victory falls from your lips as you ball your fists for a moment and cheer to yourself, before grabbing one of the boxes behind the sample and heading inside to pay for it.

Once you come out holding a little bag with the present wrapped up prettily inside, Noritoshi is still standing outside and he holds his hand out to you. Tilting your head to the side, you look at his hand and then at his face before reaching out to put your hand in his, your fingers holding onto his warm hand.

Your cheeks feel warm and you try to tell yourself that the warmth from his hands is simply spreading through your cold body. Noritoshi doesn’t comment on it as you tug him along, back towards the dorms but his free hand reaches for the bag, gently taking it from you.

It is then that you realize that this was probably what he wanted to do in the first place.

Feeling bashful, you try to pull your hand away before things get more odd but you find yourself unable to. Slender fingers slip between yours, intertwining them and giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Your hand is cold. Let’s stay like this,” he tells you with a soft smile and you bury your nose in the scarf that he lent you, trying to hide your giddy smile.

You don’t notice how your phone vibrates in your pocket twice.

—

Mai (2 messages)

6.34 PM: Did you guys find a present?

6.51 PM: Please go make out after you find something. The stores will close soon