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VOICEMAILS AND DIAL TONES - yuuta okkotsu.

✩ — about. “back then, you didn’t have words to describe the way that he made you feel. maybe, you were a little too young to understand.” there are rules to a friendship that’s lasted as long as yours and yuuta’s has. the first being that you tell each other everything. the second, try not to fall in love. all you know, is that you’ve failed at both, and now your best friend is half way across the world without any idea as to how much you truly love him. is that something you can say over text or voicemail? ( 8.7K )

✩ — warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, with a happy ending - video banner! characters are in their 20s. coffee-shop!au, childhood friends to lovers, forbidden romance, long-distance, misunderstandings, miscommunication, situationships, arguments, hospitalisation mentions, death mentions (non-major characters), cucking, somnophilia, praise, fingering (f!receiving), oral sex (f!receiving), phone sex-ish, clothed sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampies, fem!reader.

✩ — things to note. hi everyone!! jumping on the yuuta hype and dropping this fic i wrote as a commission last year!! it's so interesting to see how much my writing has changed, but i remember having fun when writng this. either who!! i hope you all enjoy <3 - m.list ⋆ read on ao3 ! ִ ࣪𖤐₊ ⊹

absence makes the heart grow fonder — at least that’s what they tell you so that the feeling of missing someone hurts a tiny little bit less.

you’ve always wondered if that were true. if willingly putting space between yourself and the person you loved truly helped soothe the soreness as if it were medication for the body’s aches and pains. perhaps the theory could best be applied to your friendship with yuuta okkotsu.

he’s been your best friend for as long as you can remember — from the moment he moved in next door, his bambi eyes were big and brown, safe and inviting…who were you to keep hiding behind your mothers leg and deny him an invitation to play on the swing set his parents had put up for him in the garden just over the fence? yuuta was the sweetest boy to date, he was always polite with your parents and asked their permission before taking you into the depths of his cardboard fort in the front yard.

he would walk home with you from pre-k, your chubby little fingers tightly intertwined and the matching charms on your backpacks swinging about the place jingling with every step you took towards home. when you got to middle school and kids were meaner, yuuta stood by your side while you were teased for being quieter than most. he defended you, his shy, patient best friend.

okkotsu still walked you home, his pinky finger hooked over yours — greeted your mother with that same shy, yet charming tight lipped smile and offered to help her with cooking dinner with that same airy voice of his. your mother would reward you both with a kiss to the forehead and a plate of warm walnut and chocolate chip cookies and your pinkies — still linked underneath the table.

you were always linked. it’s always been yuuta and you. back then, you didn’t have words to describe the way that he made you feel. maybe, you were a little too young to understand the butterflies in your tummy and the blistering temperature to the back of your neck and your ears — maybe too naive to understand a metaphorical doctor’s diagnosis of a case of early on-set puppy-love. knowing back then would’ve explained why you wrote yuuta’s name on a heart alongside your own or why you squirmed every time you touched.

there was only one explanation. you liked yuuta, loved him.

you wished that you’d known what that feeling was…because it's soon ripped from your grip and your whole world changes when rika orimoto enters your lives. she was pretty, had a beauty mark smeared daintily across her cheek and gentle eyes that made you feel safe. she was pretty and yuuta thought that too — inside and out. that’s why they became fast highschool sweethearts and why you were left in the dust.

rika easily made a mess of him, tearing yuuta into a million tiny pieces that only she could put back together. she asks him out on white-day, okkotsu a bumbling mess by the lockers in between gym class and economics as he clutches her neatly written love letter — hearts over the I’s and T’s crossed ever so cutely. she had done to yuuta what he’d been doing to you all of your lives and you’d hardly seen her talk to him around school until that day.

much to your dismay, they date throughout the rest of highschool and it nearly kills you, having someone that you were once so close to fade-away into near nothingness with growing distance. life where yuuta has a girlfriend ( that isn’t you ) drains the happiness that you got from being around your childhood best friend. it’s selfish, you know, to have wanted to keep him all to yourself. to have him want you instead of her.

they make plans for after school, babies with names that start with the same letters as theirs and a wedding that’ll be small and flowery and whatever rika wants because yuuta okkotsu would give the girl he loves the entire world. you so badly want to be her. that person who is the centre of his universe. it should be you, it should have always been you — making plans with yuuta and imagining the perfect ring, the one that he would give you in the front yard of his childhood home. it should be your life with him, one that you’d dreamt up with him…and the sick thing is, you can’t have him — because you’re best friends and you’d be risking it all in the name of childish love.

rika, dies just days shy of your highschool graduation and it changes your best friend. a tragic car accident violently takes her life and okkotsu along with it. he’s a shell of the person he used to be, void of his dazzling smile and the comforting warmth that was unavoidable if you spent even just a minute with him. yuuta used to be like sun rays on a sunday morning but after the incident, he felt like blizzards on a dark november's eve. he lost his love, and you were starting to lose him even more than before.

his first love is memorialised at the graduation ceremony and while everyone sends her their thoughts and prayers — you feel sick to your stomach, knowing that for a brief second you’d felt relieved that your competition was gone. loving him was forbidden, he’d just lost his person and so despite your guilt you had to stick it out. be there for him. be there for your friend above all else and hold him up so that he didn’t sink in the deep water of his own grief. you’d save him, at all costs, you’d stop him before he drowned.

things start to look up when the pair of you head to college — you both get into the same school and find the cutest little off-campus apartment to share. it feels like a home away from home to you both, since your nights before semester begins are spent attempting to master your mother’s famous cookies while practising how to introduce yourselves since you’re both nervous as hell for this new beginning. everything feels like it was when you were both children and didn’t have a single thing to worry about — except now there’s crippling student debt and a four year workload ahead of you…but you’re both excited, together again and it seems like the distance between you has shrunk just a little.

then your love life takes a turn for the worst ( yet again ) and yuuta finds himself running around town with a new crew of friends that he met in a club run by one of your elective professors, satoru gojo. they stay out later than you’re used to and your best friend comes home smelling different too, of strong perfumes and cigarette butts even though you know he doesn’t smoke. as it turns out, there’s another girl.

maki zenin.

you don’t like her, and to be fair, she doesn’t like you either. so you keep your distance once more, keep your head down when maki does her faux walk of shame out of your best friend’s room — her thighs and her neck covered in bite marks and scratches, his shirt slipped over her body to cover the rest of her decency. he made her breakfast with your food and tea in your designated mug. it hurts to hear her mewl the sweet syllables of his name late at night while you’re stuck with the soundtrack to your own sobs.

it should be like this, distant — far apart because you care about okkotsu and you love him, so it’d be better to avoid it all rather than get him hurt.

your phone ringing in the distance gently lulls you from your reminiscent thoughts and you scramble to pick it up before you end up with a missed call.

yuuta’s contact flashes across your screen, framed by light and making him look like an angel. it rings and rings, and you know that you should let it go to voicemail. let the space between you grow so you can protect what’s left of his soul.

but you were never strong when it came to him.

and you pick up before he can listen to another second of dial tones.

voicemail #1 - “hey yuuta, i hope you’re good, you’ll never guess who stopped by the cafe today— professor satoru! i haven’t seen him since your graduation! anyways, are you still coming over for dinner tonight? i miss you!”

this isn’t like him.

even after all these years, from pre-k to college — yuuta okkotsu has never missed one of your calls. after graduating you'd made a promise to one another, to keep contact no matter where life took you, a promise of his own volition. you’d have dinner with each other at least once a week just like when you were kids and catch up on your not-so crazy adventures into adulthood.

you kept up your end of the bargain as your way of keeping okkotsu afloat — to ground him. he’d seen and been through enough hurt to last him a lifetime and if he had to use you as a crutch for comfort, despite your raging feelings for him, then so be it. so you never missed a call, always checked in and made him something nostalgic and tied to the memories of afternoons where your mother would fill you up with her wondrous baked goods or heartwarming soups.

but still, this isn’t like yuuta to not pick up when you call.

to feel…more distant than usual and of his own accord.

panic sets in while you listen to the third dial tone, trying to contact him again. taking a deep breath, you pace around the fridge-freezer in the back of your bakery — one that you’d set up shortly after graduating from your business degree. there had to be some explanation for your best friend’s absence. perhaps traffic? maybe he was on the subway catching a ride over? or maybe he just needed space. he’d been going through a lot recently. yuuta didn’t get a job straight out of college and he broke things off with maki shortly after — they wanted different things and had different aspirations.

even still, with the free time left on his hands, there was too much room for him to think about his losses and his loves…it made you worry for him, it made you panic and chew on your nails just like this. “c’mon yu,” you whisper to yourself, the shaky syllables of your words bouncing off the metal house for your ingredients, muffled by paper bags of powdered sugar and organic flours. “where are you?”

you can barely hear the automated message telling you to leave a voicemail for your friend over the bustling of your afternoon service. if yuuta hadn’t been off the grid, he’d be here helping you with the customers that know him all too well, the old ladies that pinch his cheeks and the younger ones that twirl their hair in an attempt to flirt over miniature cherry bakewell tarts. except he’s nowhere to be found, and you’re nauseous, worried sick about where he could be and what he could be up to.

you try his cell one more time in an attempt to grab at his attention. there's something weird about today...as if he’s avoiding you, hiding. yuuta always picks up and you always pick up for him, it’s an unspoken rule.

when you’re met with the dial tones again, you hang up — slumped and distraught. there’s hungry customers to feed and you’re overly friendly college professor waiting on a fresh box of sweets you’d used as an excuse to escape to the back of your shop. yuuta can wait for another call from you.

but you’re not sure if your heart can wait for one back from him.

voicemail #2 - “it’s yuuta, we need to talk.”

oddly enough, silence is comforting to you. it reminds you of your best friend, the nights you’d spend coupled up in your dorm with your fingers running through his silken midnight hair, his head in your lap and the both of you shrouded in darkness. more often than not, you could tell how one another’s days went just by body language and when shoulders were slumped and eyes were droopy — yourself and yuuta would curl up together and just…take in the quiet.

be close to one another.

so, you bask in the tranquillity of your quaint little cafe as you clear up after a day's work. you sweep floors, wipe tables clean and arrange the tables and chairs with perfect precision. the only sound that accompanies you is the clink of silverware and porcelain plates as you wash the dishes. it’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop and the slightest noise is enough to make you jump — just like your phone that vibrates deep within your back pocket, startling you as you scramble to dry your hands so you can see if it’s him who’s been trying to get in touch with you.

it’s embarrassing how quick you are to smile when you see a few missed calls and a voice message from yuuta. though you’ve never quite heard the tune of seriousness that plays in his voice before, your heart won’t stop racing at the mere sound of him speaking. your mind wonders…what could be so urgent that he’d need a ‘talk’?’

maybe it was a thank you…for always being beside him or maybe he even liked you. perhaps okkotsu had finally come to his senses and realised how much he’d always needed you…how much he loved you.. the racing thoughts in your brain hopefully jump towards a confession from your best friend and you find yourself getting giddy at its prospect. you practically skip, hop and jump to the back of your cafe, switching out your flour stained clothes for one of the spare and cleaner shirts you keep in the back — you touch up your makeup too, brighten the dark circles under your eyes and blot your worry lines with care.

you even manage to heat up a few of yuuta’s favourite pastries to serve up by candlelight — rehearsing your own words of confession as if they haven’t been looming around in your head for years.

the bell to your quaint little cafe chimes with his arrival, a rush of cool, late night air tangling with the temperate atmosphere as you lay your finishing touches on the meal you’d prepared for you both. when you look up, yuuta’s eyes have settled on you — warm and inviting as usual, but bright with a light that had been missing from them since you were young. you’ve missed it, the subtle spark that brings life to the coffee brown oasis in his eyes.

he remains as handsome as ever, taller than you by however many heads — limbs long, arms slightly muscular and waist slender, though his build is more like a dancer’s. yuuta okkotsu grew up to be a fine man and you’d be a fool to have not noticed. he crosses the room in short strides, rushing to take you into his arms and hold you close and squeeze you to his chest. yuuta smells like cookies, you note, hardly paying attention while his lips softly brush over your hairline in a sweet kiss.

“hi,” he whispers, voice smooth like melted chocolate dripping through your ears. “i’ve missed you.”

you only hope that he can’t hear your racing heartbeat, it’s speed picking up as you decide that this is your moment. the moment. “i’ve missed you too,” you mumble back, toying with a loose string on the cream cashmere the dark brunette is wearing. “yuuta…i have to tell you something—“

“i-i have something important to tell you,” he breathes out at the same time as you do, almost shy as you both sway in the centre of the room and enjoy one another’s embrace.

the both of you share a laugh that’s light and airy before you drag him over to a table and set of chairs, forcing him to sit and to eat the baked goods you’d set out for him. “you first, yuu,” it makes you happy to see him tuck in, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “you owe me a story after disappearing on me today.”

okkotsu nods in agreement, his cheeks adorably full of food and pastry flaked across his milky skin. “‘m sorry, i was sortin’ something out la’sht minute.”

“yeah?”

“y-yeah! i’m moving,” yuuta drops the bomb like it’s nothing. “abroad. for a job! professor gojo set me up and it’s s-supposed to help build my confidence and stuff—“

your world falls apart in an instant, sucking away the oxygen in your lungs until you feel like your lungs are failing. yuuta is leaving you and this time it’s for real.

confessing to him now wouldn't mean shit, you’d only be holding him back. your face crumples faster than you can control at the thought and after years of knowing you— okkotsu instantly picks up your change in mood.

“what’s wrong?” he says your name and even that hurts to hear.

“n-nothin’ yuu, i’m happy for you, really.” comes your broken voice over the quiet, you fake it until you make it.

“really? you don’t look like it.”

running a hand over your tired face, you force a smile. “really. especially if you think this is what’s best for you.”

“it is!” yuuta nearly snaps, controlling himself— stopping himself from yelling at you and tearing your friendship apart before he’s gone. “i need this, need’a be my own person. after college, after highschool i didn’t have time for any of that! i need this.”

needs it more than he needs you.

“okay.” you say simply, blankly.

“okay.” he says back.

the debate doesn’t last that much longer after that — the room fills with silence as you grieve your faltering friendship. whatever confession you had planned, now forgotten.

voicemail #3 - “yuuta! i wasn’t sure how long your flight was but please call me when you land! you’re gonna do great at your new job.”

yuuta doesn’t call after he lands, in fact two entire days pass before you actually hear from him. after the argument, you’d try to stay on good terms as though not to lose him for good — helping him pack and sort out his currencies, buying him language books since you knew he would struggle with the new dialect.

you figure it’s because he’s unpacking and not because he doesn’t want anything to do with you — and while you make some late night tea, you find that it’s better to imagine him alone in a new foreign country, picture his pretty pink lips struggling to form the vowels of the new language too, envision how he’ll tan under the blistering hot heat and how excited he’ll be to try new things.

its humiliating how easily he can preoccupy your thoughts from thousands of miles away and makes your heart race so fast that it might burst through the bones and flesh of your chest. he occupies your every thought like a fungus crawling across your brain that’s only disrupted by the sound of your phone ringing loudly — making you drop your tea and jump up to answer.

“hey,” the way yuuta says your name sends tingles down your spine — filtering out any pain you feel from burning your hand. he looks good too, dark hair flopping over his eyes, voice gravelly with sleep as if he’s just woken up and you’re the first thing on his mind. “i got your message, s-sorry for not calling i’ve been—“

you cut him off, eager to speak and draw the call out for as long as possible because you missed him. “busy? a guy like you must be extremely popular on the other side of the world.” you’re chipper in an attempt to cover how flustered you are and to cheer your best friend up when you notice how nervous he looks.

“not exactly… i’m nervous. e-everything seems so big ‘nd scary without you here…”

without you.

you shake your head over the grainy FaceTime call. “you’ve always done fine without me, you’ll do even better without having to cover for my shyness!” he laughs at that, the sound like a sweet song to soothe your aching heart. “you got this yuuta.”

your best friend gives you a sleepy smile, one that melts you like a knob of butter on a hot stove and has your knees knocking. “you’re the best, you know that? you always know what to say.”

the static crackles between you and your heart leaps into your throat.

“i’m always here for you, yuuta.”

“and i’m glad for that,” he yawns. “i love you.”

you have to remind yourself that what your best friend says is strictly platonic but you almost selfishly repeat the words back to yuuta until you notice he’s fallen back asleep.

ending the call, you clutch your phone and burned hand to your chest.

“i love you too.”

voicemail #4 - “hey sorry i missed your call, time zones can be crazy! work has been catching up with me and, well, i made a new friend!”

for the first week, you and yuuta text everyday while he’s away. you do your duty and act as his crutch like you always have— keeping him company while he works, eats and commutes all on his own. you feel bad that you lap up the attention he gives you over the phone through his loneliness. you could be compared to a desperately hungry stray animal at the way you drink up every little interaction you have. giving pieces of yourself away to keep your best friend happy.

but as time goes on, okkotsu seems less and less worried about his job — easily slipping into the language here and there, no longer relying on you to stand on his own two feet. the frequency of your communication dwindles to the point where you really feel like you’re oceans apart.

even yuuta notices the change within himself — the confidence that filters through him when he says yes to the pretty girl who works in the cubicle next to him when she asks him to tag along for drinks with the rest of the office one night which soon becomes a regular thing. he knows that he speaks less with you and that your texts are barely there but he’s sure you won’t mind the distance. you’re a busy girl, you run a cafe, a few days of not talking wouldn’t do any harm.

“oooh, she’s pretty. who is that?”

kasumi miwa is the one to pull yuuta out from the fog of his thoughts. the brunette looks up from his phone, your face flashing across it’s lock screen as the background. a photo where you have your arms wrapped around him from behind and your smile is as bright as the sunshine. miwa is a pretty girl, different from you. her voice is smoother and eloquent where yours is charming and sweet — she doesn’t remind him of home, or smell like the warmth of a chocolate chip cookie…but she is pretty. her presence is enough to make him shy.

he’s caught her looking a few times, her touch lingering whenever miwa passed him paperwork and right now; her cheeks are tinged pink probably from the alcohol the office is drinking inside where yuuta had come out for some fresh air.

okkotsu clicks his phone shut and stands up at full height to face his blue-haired coworker. “i… i haven’t spoken to her in a while. i miss her.” he says wistfully as he gives your name

“well, if i were dating a girl that pretty, i would miss them too.”

“o-oh! we’re not together! she’s my best friend!”

the woman beside yuuta cocks her head, a satisfied grin spreading across the slope of her lips. “you should call her — i’ll be waiting inside.”

he follows her eyes as she walks off, along with the whiff of her chanel perfume, before his gaze lands on his phone — he calls your phone.

you answer after the second ring, though don’t speak straight away, letting the silence wear the both of you thin. “how’ve you been?” you say quietly, lacking the chipperness to your tone that you usually have whenever the two of you ring each other up. there’s no hello, no warmth, you’re cold.

but yuuta doesn’t ask — he’d like to think he knows you well enough not to. he thinks that you’re fine, probably tired from work and it’s late over there too. if he cared to catch up with you, he’d have been more considerate of that.

“good!” the brunette chirps in order to keep the mood light, leaning over a nearby railing. i miss you. yuuta wants to add, but the words feel like cotton in his mouth, sticking unpleasantly to every surface and for some reason they don’t feel right to say— feel foreign. “work’s been good. i think i’m getting the hang of things around here. my co-workers are great, i get this amazing view every morning a-and—“

“and?”

“i met someone! i think! i wanna get to know her more but she’s been great to me so far…you’d like her!”

hearts don’t make a sound when they break, but if they did— you’re sure that yuuta would have been able to hear yours even from halfway across the globe. over his own ramblings he can hardly make out the shatter of your vital organ as it falls to pieces, cracks into tiny shards with jagged edges that could make you bleed if you tried to put it back together…because your best friend having met someone means he’s moving on. leaving you behind. and he’s too tone deaf to notice.

through the static of a phone call, okkotsu misses the crumple of your face and the way your throat bobs as you swallow back salty tears and two decades worth of unrequited love. you’re devastated and he can’t even tell, barely noticing the way you rush off the phone while he’s halfway through a sentence.

his brows furrow when he realises you’ve hung up.

“i take it that didn’t go well?” kasumi questions when yuuta re-renters the bar, her face sympathetic but voice elevated with smugness.

he shakes his head once. “no, but it’s okay. she’s been busy.”

he excuses you but kasumi doesn’t let up, pushing for more of yuuta — breaking him out from his shell, stealing and keeping the pearl of his heart for her taking. “don’t be too sad yuuta, you have me and your new friends, we’ll keep you company instead.”

there’s a hidden meaning behind her cherry picked words. she’ll keep him company — and for once, yuuta doesn’t feel guilty for trying to break away from you.

voicemail #5 - “what happened between us yuuta? you used to tell me everything and now you’ve got a girlfriend? i didn’t even find out through you!”

there’s an unspoken rule to a friendship that’s lasted as long as yours and yuuta’s – you’re supposed to tell each other everything. there’s not been a secret between you in all the years you’ve known each other except for minor white lies that couldn’t amount to major forms of harm. he might have told you that your hair looked fine on days where you’d barely any time to tend to it and you might have told him that he hadn’t been awkward presenting in front of your entire college class… but those were worthless lies. strings of words tied together that didn’t mean anything, that didn’t have any intent to harm.

there were no secrets, no major ones.

until now.

“he’s got a girlfriend, yanno…”

the news is shared with you casually from over the counter one day by your irritating white-haired ex-professor who makes a habit of annoying his old students. he comes in for sweets often and the daifuku you make is his favourite – you offer him extra in exchange for updates on the classmates you used to share since he’s nosey like that.

with every visit to your little cafe, gojo filled you in on everything yuuta had been up to in the blurred weeks and months since you’d last spoken – including his relationship status. “she’s pretty too, long hair. s’blue which is an odd colour, but she’s been good to him, ‘pparently. boosted his confidence.”’ the man cocks his head, watching in real-time as your movements in packing up his order slow down.

your throat bobs whilst you swallow your fading pride in front of your teacher, forcing down a wave of tears. it doesn’t matter how many times yuuta gets over you, moves on from you, finds someone to love other than you… it still hurts. it’ll always hurt knowing that he can fill the other half of his heart with someone that isn't you, while your own stays void and empty.

as always, satoru gojo sees right through your resolve as you total up his order – again forgoing charging him extra for the little tid bit of gossip he’d given you. there’s a shell of someone he doesn’t recognise in place of the girl he used to teach – the one who was once full of life and eager to learn, get out into the world and achieve your dreams. yuuta okkotsu had chipped away at you, the years you’d spent protecting his feelings had caused you to drown in your own.

and gojo could see that, he knew that. he’d been through it before.

he only wishes he had better words of comfort for you.

“you love him, don’t you?” he asks you quietly as you ring him up but you answer with his total in yen instead – sniffling as you do. professor gojo takes his brown paper bag, full of enough sugar to make the heart stop – to kill a person, but even that’s a better death than the heartache you’re going through now. you sniff and he offers you a sad smile that doesn’t quite reach the sapphire eyes behind his shades. “better yet, don’t answer that. i don’t need anymore tears in my daifuku.”

voicemail #6 - “oh fuck yuuji, right there…” “here baby? oh you’re so cute, fuck ‘m gonna—!” “oh… yuuji!”

( incoming voicemail from - yuuta: “hey, call me back? who’s yuuji? are you okay?” )

yuuta knows that he shouldn’t have kept listening – he should have deleted the voicemail as soon as he caught onto what was happening. it didn’t take a genius to know what was going on, the sounds of skin slapping on skin, your voice wavering with the tune of lust even over the static crackle of the voicemail you’d left.

he wishes that he’d never heard you moan out like that for someone else, that he wasn’t picturing the faces you’d make underneath the body of another man…but he couldn’t help it. the more he listened, the angrier he felt, the more betrayal flooded his veins and clouded his usually clear judgement. the brunette had no right to be this mad at you, he was supposed to be happy with miwa, supposed to be letting you move on just like he had done from you.

and yet, like a necrotizing parasite – jealousy feasts at the back of okkotsu’s mind. it disrupts his work, distracts him from his girlfriend and fills his mind with flashing images of you being fucked five ways by another man. one that isn’t him. yuuji. who even is yuuji? how did you meet him? were you dating him? you hadn’t talked in so long so the guy had barely come up in conversation. you were best friends that used to tell each other everything and now he felt like you were fucking someone new behind his back. yuuta knew nothing of what that stranger meant to you, he had no idea that yuuji itadori was just some college boy you’d brought home one drunken night – to act as a salve for the burns your childhood best friend had left on you.

it's a temporary fix, yuuji’s tongue laps at your wounds – pleasures you with teeth and tongue until your head is light and you’re almost too dizzy to think properly. in the moment, he felt good, he took care of you…but he wasn’t who you wanted. he wasn’t yuuta.

was it bad that you basked in the jealous rage and attention the brunette had bathed you in? drowning you in a barrage of text messages the morning after you’d slept with itadori, when yuuta finally had the chance to listen to the voicemail you’d left by accident. it was the most you’d gotten out of him in the months you’d been separated.

yuuta - 7:16AM: hey…did you mean to send that? call me when you’re up.

yuuta - 7:45AM: i don’t think i was supposed to hear that…

yuuta - 8:34AM: who’s yuuji?

yuuta - 8:36AM: are you seeing someone? call me please.

yuuta - 8:57AM: pick up the phone.

yuuta - 9:21AM: it’s not funny anymore. i’m worried. pick up.

you answer your phone around noon, having given yourself the space to think over cooking a hang-over breakfast for yuuji. the sounds of spitting oil underneath frying eggs had provided the soundtrack to your thoughts – helped you pick and choose the words you would say to yuuta before your companion slips out of your apartment and you tell him to grab a pastry from your cafe downstairs on his way out. a little thank you for the night you’d shared.

“what the hell was that?” is the first thing yuuta snarls down the line once your call connects.

you shift your phone in your grasp, as if his seething tone has scorched the palm of your hand. “are we past greetings or somethin’, yuu?” you fail to admit that it hurts you, starting the call without his tender and caring ‘hello’, you feel like an enemy on the battlefield to okkotsu, rather than his friend.

“i think we are well past that, especially with the kind of voice messages you’ve been leaving me.” he says it like he’s disgusted with you, when he really just misses you. craves you. he’s angry at himself and for letting you slip between his fingers into the grasp of another man. not at you. never at you. but even cell phone lines connecting calls from across the globe can’t properly convey the way yuuta feels. “what’s going on with you? why are you acting like this? we haven’t spoken in weeks and you–?”

“why is what i do any of your business anymore, yuuta?” you snap through his flurry of questions, growing heated yourself. “i accidentally left you a voicemail of me fucking someone, that doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with me.”

“you’re just… not like this. we don’t speak and all of a sudden…y-you’re different!”

you clutch the phone tighter, swallowing thickly. “and who’s fault is that? let me answer that for you. it’s yours. you’re the one who got a girlfriend and left me in the dust. not the other way around!” you argue, trying to sound stern and steady though yuuta can hear the wobble to your words loud and clear. “you shouldn’t have listened, you should have called. you let the distance become a problem between us.”

he scoffs, an action so unlike your best friend. “we’re not children anymore! you should have talked to me about the distance!”

“i couldn't!” you defend yourself, desperate for the pain in your heart to be heard for once. “you were finally happy again yuuta! that mattered to me—“

“you think i'm happy about hearing my best friend get…defiled over the phone?”

“well you should be! it means I’m not hung up on you anymore, that i’m moving on from being in love with you! leaving you so that you can be happy in your new life!”

the silence from yuuta’s end of the phone is both too loud and too deafening.

“you…loved me?” he whispers, switching back to that same sweet tone he always used when it came to you. “why didn’t you say?”

your stupid little confession, the one you’d been holding back for more than half your life, sips out before you can catch it with the tip of your tongue and you instantly feel terrible for weaponizing your crush on okkotsu against him. at least that’s what it feels like you’ve done. “i never told you…because i’m not selfish, yuuta,” you stutter out, your face hot with oncoming and flustered tears. “i-i'm not a selfish person. i wouldn’t sacrifice our friendship or your happiness, not just because i loved you.”

yuuta says your name, but blood rushes through your ears in embarrassment – way too fast for you to catch it, and you hang up before you can humiliate yourself any further.

before you can hear him say that he loves you too.

voicemail #7 - “open up, i'm coming home. please be here when I’m home.”

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after the slip of your tongue and confession to yuuta— he was met with radio silence. you’d blocked him on every form of social media possible and he couldn’t even blame you. you wanted to be free from him, from that silly and imaginary red string that had kept you tied to his soul for all of these years. it hurt to think when everything reminded you of him, so you buried yourself in your cafe and worked yourself to death because even the sweet relief from life would be better than living without your best friend.

gojo had stopped by and taken you to the hospital twice since you’d worked yourself into exhaustion — tonight was no different, sentenced to bed rest by your ex-professor and the best doctor he could find. he always did look out for his students.

sleeping your sadness away had caused you to miss a barrage of yuuta’s calls — if you’d picked up you’d have known that he was coming home. coming home for you. in the wake of your love confession, okkotsu had realised how much he needed you and how much he loved you. you had never left his side, no matter what yuuta had been through, and now, nothing feels right without you.

so he broke up with his girlfriend, took leave from his job and flew halfway across the world for you — to give his message in person.

it’s near midnight by the time yuuta gets back to japan, the warm yellow of the streetlights illuminating the path right up to your apartment after getting out of the uber. there’s a spare house key, glinting gold, hidden under your cupcake shaped doormat just as yuuta remembers and he uses it to slip inside — dumping his bag and kicking his shoes off at the entryway. his socked feet locate the bedroom with ease, perhaps drawn by your aura and the anticipation of seeing you again.

and there you are, so close yet so far away — your face peaceful and painted with an adorable expression of slumber. okkotsu notes the way your chest slowly rises and falls, the crease between your brow as if you’re having a bad dream. he could fix it… whatever’s plaguing your sleeping mind, he knows that he can, because whenever you touch each other, it’s like your bodies know to relax and that they’re safe.

tiptoeing deeper into the room, the brunette slinks up to the side of your bed and the mattress dips underneath the weight of his knee as he seats himself beside you. you’re so beautiful, so calm. he doesn’t know how he went his whole life without choosing you, choosing other people over you time and time again. “i love you,” yuuta whispers into the dead of the night, brushing a thumb and forefinger over the apple of your cheek — hesitating when you roll into his body heat. “i love you. i’m so sorry.” he says again, while pressing a feather light kiss to that same spot.

his breath hitches when you reach for him this time, grabbing at the man in your sleep.

yuuta kisses you again, but on your forehead. then your other cheek, your chin, your inner wrists and finally — your lips. each brush of his own against you is increasingly feverish, pouring unspoken emotions into them as he quietly utters the words ‘i love you.’ over and over again. he feels like he has something to prove, as if the brunette has to show you how much he cares for you — leaving a trail of sweet smooches between the valley of your breasts from over your night-shirt to between your thighs that spill out of the loose material.

he only hopes that this is enough for you to forgive him, for you to love him back like he does you.

your best friend… or ex best friend really should feel bad about this, teething on the swell of your thighs— his fingertips sinking into their apex to pry you apart for him. you could end up hating him more for this, yuuta’s slick and drool stained tongue rolling over the seam at the crotch of your panties hungrily, softly as if to test the waters. he takes it as a good sign when your face contorts with pleasure even in your sleep and slots his entire mouth against the sweet treasure between your legs— sucking the juices from the fabric of your underwear.

you taste so good and he’s not even got you properly wet yet. yuuta’s next move is to hook two fingers over the garment to pull it aside — revealing your twitching hot cunt to the cool night air in your bedroom. even your scent is divine, enticing just as you’ve always been and the brunette can’t believe he was too blind to see it before. he presses a chase kiss to your clit, feeling it pulse to life against his lips before said kisses become open mouthed and sloppy— tongue diving into the tightness of your little hole, circling it to flick your flavour back into his mouth.

his movements start slow, tenderly testing which spots inside your pretty little cunt make you sigh out contently while you slumber but the wetter you get, the sloppier yuuta becomes — lapping at your sex and your clit in eager movements like a kitten at a bowl of milk. you only stir awake when his fingers travel up to grip onto your ass and tug your pussy onto his face, guiding you up and down on his writhing tongue like he’s fucking you for real.

“y-yuu?” you grumble, still finding your footing in the reality of consciousness. “whas’ h-happenin’… oh my god—!” the questions you have for the mop of hair between your legs, groaning like a starved man into there too, taper into an angelic moan. pretty and airy, like music to yuuta’s ears. once you come to and fully realise what’s going on, your fingers slip into the roots of his hair and your hips buck into his mouth instinctively — even though you should be pissed. even though you should be screaming at him and kicking him off. you can’t help it that this is what you’ve always wanted. that you’ve always wanted him.

“w-what are you doing here?” you manage to ask through a whine, brain fogging up at the way yuuta’s tongue runs laps over your swelling clit.

he pulls off of you with a lewd pop that makes both of you shudder, two of his slender digits easily sliding into you where his tongue once was — guided by spit and slick. “i came home for you. i love you,” your best friend doesn’t have time to formulate proper reasoning, drunk on your saccharine flavour like you’re the finest wine he’s ever had the honour of tasting. “f-fuck, i-i missed you.”

yuuta gives you those big puppy dog eyes as he curls his digits inside of you and hits spots you can't quite reach on your own. you should be talking about your feelings not fucking through them but you’ve missed him so much and need him so bad. both of you groan in unison when he brushes over your g-spot, your hips jumping up and his grinding down into your silky sheets.

“missed you too,” you breathe and yank him up by the hair to meet your lips — making out with him feverishly, swapping the words your mind can’t seem to force you to say, pouring the mixed emotions into him as he finger fucks your tight little hole like his life depends on it.

every movement you make with one another is sloppy and uncoordinated, tongues doused in one another’s saliva— saliva that tastes like you. your moans mingle in the hot and heavy air and you clench down on yuuta’s fingers as they pump in and out of you, his palm slapping against your folds while you leak into the seat of his palm.

“are you close?” yuuta slurs into your mouth so quietly you almost miss it underneath the lewd sound of your pussy. “i want to make you cum, show you how much i love you.”

blood rushes through your ears, heat pin pricking like needles under your skin. “y-yes. p-please yuu…”

his thumb dragging smooth circles over the pulsating bud between your blooming pussy lips is all you need to trip over the edge into your high— the knots in your lower tummy unwinding faster than you can register, waves of your nectar flowing from your cunt onto the sheets below and soiling yuuta’s hand right up to his wrist.

your head tips back into a high pitched squeal, eyes locked away and rolling back while you damn near black out from your orgasm. but your best friend is right there like he should be, sucking love-bites into your neck to ground you. dark tresses of yuuta’s chocolate-like hair tickle at your tingling flesh while he manoeuvres himself between your legs and shifts his pants down enough to let his rock hard cock spring free.

“c-can you take me now?” he pleads more than he asks, brown and warm eyes trembling with need, anticipation. “i don’t think i’ll last long and i need you.”

you feel him press at your entrance, his angry red tip glistening with opaque beads of precum— yuuta softly ruts his hips against you, smearing…claiming you with his own essence while he waits for your consent. “i’ve always needed you, yuuta.” you say breathlessly, giving him a small grin and nod when he looks up from drooling against your neck.

that’s all the go ahead he needs before his thick girth pushes all the way into you at once — weighty and temperate against your ribbed and creamy walls. “‘ohmyfuckinggod,” he whimpers wetly against you. “y-you’re so tight wrapped around me. so perfect i—“

“move, yuuta. fuck me, please,” you remind him, tugging on his air and crossing your ankles at the base of his spine.

“y-yeah okay…g-god you’re so good. so sweet ‘n tight.” with that, he draws his hips back — hesitant at first. brown eyes watch your face for any signs of discomfort and yuuta’s lust driven instincts take the lead when he only notices how blissed out you look. your pretty lips are agasp, forming a pleasure-filled ‘o’ as you mewl and claw at his half-clothed shoulders. “i love you, o-oh god!”

all you can do is whimper in response, fingers drifting up to the nape of yuuta’s neck to tangle in his dark locks— tugging him into you as if it’ll make him hit deeper, churn up your guts and make you see stars. “y-you’re stupid…” you manage to get out, the warmth of your breath glossing his lips as if to taunt your best friend with a kiss.

“i know…” calloused fingers grab at the backs of your thighs with a bruising grip before yuuta pushes your legs towards your shoulders, both of you grunting and whining in unison when you tighten around him at the new angle. gushing sweet juices that paint his stomach and pelvis.

“y-you shouldn’t have left me,” tears start to brim, collecting in your lash line like diamonds before they hit your cheeks.

you’re so beautiful like this, even when you’re crying— when you’re crying because you’re fucked up on his cock, claiming it with your cream as ur clings to his balls and the veins that spital down his length.

yuuta’s red hot tip nudges against the soft and squishy spots along your sensitive walls, keeping his thrusts at a rhythmic and passionate pace to make sure the only thing you feel is heaven on earth. your pussy is hot and warm and heaven-like around him, sucking him in so selfishly and tightening every time yuuta’s strong abs grind against your puffy clit.

“i know,” he sighs dreamily and with an airy voice, licking a stripe from your chin to your cheek as a tear streaks it’s way down it. “won't ever leave you again,” his fingers touch at your face, sinking into the softness of your cheeks as he drags you up to face him. “i’ll never leave you again.”

“never?” you ask, hiccuping.

“never.” he moans.

you see it there, the love glittering amongst the almond flecks in your childhood best friend’s eyes — he means it, he promises it and you can feel it with every roll of yuuta’s hips into you while he pins you to the bed. he makes love to you and says what he needs to through his actions this time. through your tangled mess of sweaty limbs and fluttering lashes you find okkotsu’s hand, linking them together.

the sight of your hands meeting one another brings emotions bubbling to the surface of your skin, hot to yuuta’s touch — it's a symbol that you’ve finally come together after being worlds apart for so long. “you’re finally mine, ‘m never letting you go,” his warm breath coasts across the seam of your lips before he dips into kiss you— tongue gliding over yours as it pushes into the depths of your mouth just as his cock does, brushing up against your g-spot and just kissing your cervix. “you’re always going to be mine.”

“i-i’m yours,” your eyes roll back and yuuta loses his pace, his entire body twitching the closer you both get. sex taints the air, both in sound and scent, your cunt squelching around him with how wet you are and how much he leaks into you. “g-gonna cum, yuu! make me cum, make me fucking cum.” you slur out, anchoring the man down to you with your arms around his neck until yuuta’s forehead is pressed against yours. sweaty locks of his hair and all.

yuuta’s body collapses against you and his thrusts switch to sensual grinds that never let up on your spongey g-spot. “f-fuck me, b-baby. ‘m cummin’,” he croons, panting against your lips and with one, two, three more pumps you’re squirting all over him— the pressure unwinds in your lower belly and you’re hit with blinding white lights and your nails dig into yuuta’s shoulder to the point where you leave bright red crescent moons. “that’s it baby, cum for me, make a mess for me. show me you love me— fuck!”

you’re still trembling with the aftershocks with your orgasm when the brunette follows suit — the warmth of his seed floods your quivering cunt, painting your folds an opaque white before yuuta pulls out. the last droplets of his cum hit your soft tummy accompanied by his high pitched whine and then he crumples against you, exhausted from the height of it all.

“i love you so much,” yuuta hums against your skin, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “it’s always been you.”

“i love you,” you affirm, knowing that no matter what distance is put between you and your best friend (now lover) — you’ll always find your way back to each other.

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imraespace · 4 months

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-HOPELESS-

YUUTA X READER

smau ! | high school au | no curse au | chatfic. | completed!

: you, quiet, timid, shy, no friends but lives off video games, found interest in the school's new gaming club! but.. too scared to even approach the club's leader, yuji. your cousins, maki and megumi got the wrong idea, you don't like yuji.. you like yuuta!... if so, why do they try to get you and yuji together..?

CHARACTERS.

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1: STOP BULLYING ME.

2: OPERATION START.

3: PLANNING..

4: POSTERS

5: WHAT IS HAPPENING!!?

6: SHE LIKES HIM

7: NUMBER

8: FRIENDS

9: GAMING!!

10: YUJI!

11: RIKA EFFECT!

12: SAD AND JEALOUS..

13: ..YOU LIKE WHO..?

14: NEW OPERATION!

15: THE DATE.

16: THE SAD TRUTH..

17: NEW NEWS

18: CONFESSING

19: NEW PLAN

20: ..THE PROBLEM..

21: LUNCH.

22: THE SLEEPOVER PLAN

23: YUUTA!

24: SHOPPING!

25: .. WHAT I SAW..

26: TEASING.

27: WHO AM I?

28: BEFORE THE SLEEPOVER

29: THE SLEEPOVER.

30: AW! LOVE!

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00: TOGETHER!

00: HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUU!

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#yuuta x reader #jjk #jjk yuuta #megumi #maki #inumaki #yuji #nobara #crack #fluff #angst #yuuta x you #jujutsu kaisen #imraeswork #imraespace -♡#jjk texts #chatfic #yuta x reader

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ayanarts-01 · 2 years

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jujutsu kaisen 0 au where everything is the same but cursed rika still looks like a feral elementary school girl

#jujutsu kaisen #rika orimoto #yuta okkotsu #maki zenin #jjk panda #toge inumaki #satoru gojo #suguru geto #ayanarts #jujutsu kaisen 0

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yuzurins · 8 months

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# TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH . . .

an itoshi rin social media au by yuzurins

ღ synopsis — all you wanted was a peaceful and productive uni life, but despite your pleas, your plans start crumbling when the star of the football team, itoshi rin, begins to beat you in every aspect possible. as you confront the inevitable, what happens when you uncover secrets behind an unforgettable event from the past?

pairing ∗ itoshi rin x f!reader (she/they)

genre ∗ social media au, academic rivals to lovers, university au, fluff + contains angst, slow burn, drama, crack disclaimers ∗ timestamps don’t rlly matter (unless stated), crude language, cringe attempt at humour, mentions of alcohol, kms/kys jokes, pictures used in icons and posts are not mine you — light mode ∗ rin — dark mode

status ∗ ongoing (08/20/23) no set schedule

profiles

# our big family ❤️ | # ut football exclusives

chapters (❀ -> written portion)

i. have we met before

∗ 01 — it’s unfair

∗ 02 — why does it matter

∗ 03 — life isn't real

∗ 04 — strangers with memories (❀)

∗ 05 — neighbours?

∗ 06 — worst luck (❀)

∗ 07 — you're being jealous (❀)

∗ 08 — dense

∗ 09 — arts project

∗ 10 — rin (1) has joined!

∗ 11 — a small world, after all

∗ 12 — meeting, number three? (❀)

∗ 13 — favour from a hater

∗ 14 — missing

∗ 15 — meet me at the fair

∗ 16 — a predicament

∗ 17 — unwaivering

∗ 18 — (not) group study sessions

∗ 19 — wingman

∗ 20 — "i don't get sick"

ii. the story of us

∗ 21 — sweethearts

∗ 22 — welcome, manager!

∗ 23 — he's obnoxious

∗ 24 — a flirt?

∗ 25 — skill issue!

∗ 26 — accident

∗ 27 — it's too late

∗ 28 — drifting

∗ 29 — i don't get it

∗ 30 — can we talk

iii. for lovers who hesitate

∗ 31 — aftermath

more chapters tba!

notes ∗ my first smau :0 thank u sm to souta, ei, rika and xue for helping me and making me feel validated when making decisions :’) inspired by @idlerin + @tobiosmilktea !! check them out cuz their smaus are super fun to read <3 updates may be irregular once i get back to school but i’m excited to go on this journey ^_^ thank you for reading !!

taglist ∗ currently open! send an ask or comment below to be added or removed :)

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i cannot for the life of me make a decision about this, so do you have any headcanons on opinions on what banks would've been like if she had gone to high school ?? what tropes or clichés she would've been closest to embodying ?? because we know em was a nerd, that winter struggled for the obvious reasons but ultimately was fine in hs and fairly normal, rika was decently popular but far from the cheerleader level... but banks, i can't place what she would've been like if she'd gone to high school. we know she's very smart, but i can't see her as someone holed up in a library. then, we can also probably deduce that if she had gone to high school, damon would've been crazy protective but i still can't really make a set decision on much else regarding how banks' storyline/personality would've gone if she did indeed attend Thunder Bay prep or some other high school, minus these small details.

i do think she & emory would've got on like a house on fire if she attended TBP as they would've been in the same grade and probably had similar opinions on high school hierarchy and the horsemen and general thunder bay weirdness and extravagancy. they would've dissed people so thoroughly and easily with their quips and banter, for sure.

Ohh I have thought about this.

It can go so many ways, because as same with Emory, the debate is "was she naturally someone different and the circumstances made her this way? Or is it that she survived the circumstances because this is who she is naturally?"

Did Banks do so well in Gabriel's house because that's who she is, or did being in that house make her that way. In Hideaway, she mentions that she never cut her long hair because it was the last part of "Nikova." Additionally, her struggle with Damon is wanting to be her own person and to experience things other teenagers - normal teenagers - experience. But if she were a normal teenager, would she still value those experiences, or would they be mundane and expected?

I chose to think High School AU Banks would fall somewhere in the middle. She'd still be a bit of a tom-boy, and a bit of a rebel. In my AUs, she still lives with Lucinda, but Damon wants her close, so Gabriel pays for her to attend TBP. She's smart, but not without effort. She's not afraid to get involved throw down if she sees something she doesn't like. She's careful, though, and never throws the first punch, so she can always claim self-defense. It's helpful that she's a bit of a sarcastic smart ass and naturally skilled at goading people.

In school, she'd appear to be generally nonchalant about stuff, but she actually has a lot of opinions. It comes as a surprise to the teachers, who were not expecting Damon Torrance's younger sister to be so... outspoken. And argumentative.

Having a bit more freedom, and hopefully a healthy relationship with her brother, she’d probably be known for fighting with Damon in the halls over how protective he is. Like, he can’t even let her project partner talk to her without going all big brother on her.

Seriously, get a life, dude. Maybe if you had as much confidence talking to your little dancer friend as you do telling me what to do, you’d actually have a girlfriend. Newsflash, bro, there are certain things I can’t and won’t do for you.

I don’t see her wanting to participate in any extracurricular activities, but with a school like Thunder Bay Prep, it would probably be expected. I can’t see her wanting to be on a team, so Girl’s Basketball probably isn’t a good match…

Oh. You know, with her being a bit of a sleuth in Hideaway and tailing Kai to get his routine, she’d probably make a good Yearbook photographer. Or maybe working on their school paper. Maybe something along those lines that keeps her out of the spotlight. Though, I don't know what Banks would want to do growing up. Maybe she does go into student government, wanting to make changes that actually make sense and benefit the students, instead of planting a tree as the senior gift for the fifth year in a row (do these people even know what they could do with this much money, or do they only know how to add when it's involving cases of beer and tits?). Maybe she does it because she's tired of seeing Chloe get everything and wanted to challenge her, and then sort of accidentally ended up class president.

Actually, I like that...Emory makes fun of her for it all the time.

Speaking of Emory, they are best friends. Both come from more humble backgrounds, which would naturally make them targets for bullies, but not this time. Because the whole school knows wherever Emory goes, Banks is close by. And wherever Banks is, Damon is close by. And wherever Damon is, the Horsemen are close by. Not to mention, Will is a horseman, and he’s always close to wherever Emory is…

Not that Banks and Em need them. They're pretty good with the tongue lashings, themselves.

Without a doubt, Banks goes to every single one of Emmy’s activities to show support. She hangs out when Emmy’s working on her projects, and helps when she needs a hand. They both have a crush on a Horseman, but they only talk (read: tease each other) about that when they can guarantee no one can hear them.

I headcanon Banks, Emmy, and Elle are a pretty solid trio. Emmy's smart and artsy, Elle's a soft-hearted romantic, always talking about dating but never taking her own advice, and Banks plays the rebel without a cause who loves her two friends.

Anyway, have some pics that would definitely be in Banks' friend's (so Emmy and Elle) camera roll.

that last one's from Banks of will and emmy. (i've never seen love, rosie, so I don't know context. but I know in a willemmy high school au that has yet to be written, this scene will happen)

Let me know what you think! Or if my headcanons helped inspire some of yours. This was really fun, thanks for the ask.

#asked and answered 270 #asked and answered #devil's night series #devil's night series stuff #devils night #nikova banks #ko's headcanons

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satoruphilia · 4 months

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Stronger Than The Strongest? Gojo x Reader

tags: somewhat canon au, reader is a sorcerer, geto doesnt go insane, reader's curse is pretty much yuta's, tooth rotting fluff, not proofread, no smut, fair date, gojo is head over heels, featuring the smiths

A/N: I have 4 hours to fuck around before I need to get to work, wish me luck

2.2k words ON THE DOT!

Being a student sorceror was something you never expected. Finding friends along the way, and even a boyfriend? Unheard of. But here you were, you had a main friend group with Gojo Satoru, the strongest, Geto Suguru, your best friend, and Shoko Ieri, the only sense of the group. She had some medical technique you didnt understand, resulting in her dreams to become a doctor. Geto's and Gojo's were the most powerful. Your cursed technique was a little more complicated than theirs, you didn't even know if it was a cursed technique or luck. Before the Jujutsu world, you were on the streets with one friend, Rika. Until one day, you found her dead. The grief of the incident transformed her into a Curse. She was basically attached to you, she came out when you requested. When she came out, her strength was comparable to Sukuna, king of curses. But you also had trouble controlling her.

You, Geto and Gojo were sent on a mission, which instantly soured your mood. Gojo was so self absorbed and inlove with himself. How the hell did Suguru put up with him? He was a spoiled sheltered boy, you knew how the world rolled, just didn't know how he hadn't been bitch slaped yet (an; im sorry gojo) atleast you had geto with you aswell.

"Y/N! After this, let's go get candy, im hungry!" You rolled your eyes, continuing your walk to an abandoned middle school. There were reports of a Grade 1 curse killing off the kids. While they fucked around, you were focused on analyzing the situation. Would Rika be necessary or could you let them deal with it? You were tired anyway.

You and Geto made the decision to let Gojo handle the curse after you found it. Given his strength, he could handle it. As Gojo muttered something about showing off due to his audience, you took one of Geto's cigerettes and lit it. Throughout a battle, the curse unexpectedly doubled, and then those two doubled. Four curses were now aimed at him. His strategy faltered, raising an eyebrow between the two of you.

Gojo Satoru was struggling, huh. Not something you planned to see in this lifetime. He grunted, falling onto his back after another blow. Did that idiot seriously turn off infinity to show off? "Rika," you said coolly. A dark curse appeared behind you, before going after the duplicates.

Geto laughed and threw his arm over Gojo's shoulder, "You're a dumbass." All he did was roll his eyes.

"I had it under control, y/n just wanted to impress me, right?" This had Geto roaring in laughter. You were walking beside the two, drinking a bottle of water, even more tired than when you came.

"Can't believe you already lost your title," He teased, "The strongest isnt the strongest anymore" Gojo rolled his eyes and laughed it off, but observing him closely, something was different. Fear? Hurt? Did he just get humbled? It was fascinating. They ran off to some candy shop, and that was the end of it.

Maybe.

While you forgot about it, Gojo drove himself crazy. He knew what Geto said was a joke, 80% of what he said was a joke. Now he was obsessing over it. Not even the fact that he struggled, but how nonchalant you were about saving his ass. You still had a cigerette in hand the whole time. The way you effortlessly wielded your cursed techniques, the grace in your movements, and the fire in your eyes ignited something within Gojo. As the minutes ticked by, Gojo found himself unable to focus on anything else. His mind drifted to you. You became more than just a lady to him. He started to stare at you in class, always trying to study with you without Geto, taking note of your beauty. That was another thing that drove him crazy. He knew you were conventually attractive, but now you were so much more.

"That was hilarious," he greeted, a playful glint in his eyes. "You correcting Yaga-sensei. The class was wild!"

You chuckled. "He was making himself look stupid, so yeah."

He chuckled in return, rubbing the back of his head. "You still need help with Math? Im an expert." Where did he learn that from? Geto, who he wouldn't shut up to. Of course, he never shut up, but he was always asking Geto about you. You and Geto were closer friends, considering he was a respectable person unlike Gojo. You two occasionally skated and smoked together, and Gojo was not jealous at all. Even after Geto told him you were like his little sister.

As the conversation continued, Gojo found himself hanging onto your every word, genuinely intrigued by your words. He laughed at your jokes, listened intently to your stories, and even found reasons to touch on shared interests. It wasn't long before he realized that his feelings were evolving beyond a mere admiration for you.

In the following days, Gojo's interactions with you became more intentional. He'd join you for lunch, initiate conversations about non-jujutsu related topics, and even offer his assistance in training. When he found out how much you loved music, he made a playlist for when you two hung out. All your favorites were in there, and he sprinkled in a few love songs by your favorite singers. His once carefree demeanor seemed to soften in your presence, and there were moments when his gaze lingered just a bit longer, his eyes betraying a depth of feeling.

Eyes dont lie, something you've learned throughout your youth. So you hyperfixated on it when talking to people. Thats how you saw through people's bullshit, especially guys who just wanted you for your body. Initially, you assumed Gojo was trying to get in your pants. but now its been 3 months since that mission. 3 months since he's changed his attitude around you. And around a month since you started falling for him aswell.

It wasn't until a quiet evening in the school library that you realized your feelings. He found you reading with your headphones in, smiling as he took a seat next to you. "I love the smiths," You flinched, looking up at him and pulling one headphone to the side.

"Sorry?"

"I said I love the smiths," It took a second, then you smiled, realizing it could be heard from outside. You paused your song, taking them off. "You know, listening to music that loud can make you go deaf."

"Then together we'd make the Helen Keller duo, huh?" He snorted. You laughed aswell. The joke wouldn't be funny anywhere else, but with him, everything seemed to be downright hilarious.

"I'm not blind, my vision is so good I can wear a blindfold and still see perfectly," The conversation dissolved into nonsense. Music, studying, whats new, cats, even the upcoming summer break. Eventually he brought up your curse, interrogating it's ability. "So why does she do everything you say?"

"We have a deal. If I give her energy, she will do as I say. It's like Aki Hayakawa's ability, if you've ever seen-"

"Chainsaw Man!!" He exclaimed, making you smile wider. "I literally love that anime, I binged it at a sleepover with Suguru," Once again, the conversation dissolved into useless stuff. Eventually, it was brought back to Suguru. "Are you secretly crushing on my Sugu?" You snorted.

"He's like my brother."

"Ohh, so you're crushing on me!" You felt a heat on your cheeks, but rolled your eyes.

"That'd be pointless, you have other girls waiting on you." His smile nearly faltered.

"You can't blame them, Im the hottest on campus."

"You know, I don't think I see Sugu as a brother anymore," You said with a smirk. He groaned before gagging.

"Im hotter than him, thats why I have a roster," This time, you gagged.

"thats so cringe. How do you explain him dating Kaelyn then?" He rolled his eyes, changing the subject again. It must be like 1 in the morning now, and he offered to walk you to your dorm. Your comment on him having other girls stuck with him. You were smart, had the highest grades in most of your classes and you were an expert on analyzing. Why couldn't you see his feelings for you? And why was he feeling like a middle school boy, why was it so hard to talk to you? Were you seriously stronger than him?

Gojo, normally the master of composed nonchalance, found himself stumbling over his words. "Y/n," You looked at him. He knew he was obvious, considering Suguru and Shoko always asked him if he had asked you out already. Suguru even told him it was obvious to everyone except for him and you, then calling you two idiots. "You should come to the fair with me tomorrow, I'll pick you up." You smiled brightly, reached the door to your dorm.

"Alright, text me the time. Bye Gojo."

"huh, you still wont call me Satoru," He whined.

"Bye, Satoru"

Shit.

If he wasnt head over heels already he was now.

Four knocks hit your door the next evening. You opened the door for him after fixing your hair for the 32nd time. He looked you up and down, a pink tint growing on his cheeks. "Your outfit is beautiful." Even in its simplicity, beauty can be found. You donned a red tube top, black jacket and bootcut jeans. He wore black jeans and a white tee.

At the fair, you two had tons of fun running around. Geto also came, he brought Kaelyn, who kept calling this a double date. They eventually ran off, leaving you and Gojo alone. You challenged him to one of the games, both wanting the cute cat plushie. He of course won, but decided to give you the plushie. You kept it sticking out of your purse slightly, as if it were Elle Woods and her chihuahua. Your cheeks were sore from smiling and talking so much. It grew dark, meaning it was a busy time for the fair. You didn't think much of it, hell, you weren't even analyzing the crowd so see if anyone had bad intentions. You were so focused on Gojo.

Speaking of being focused on Gojo, he gradually become more and more irritated. You stopped him, having to yell over top the people, asking whats wrong. He tried to play it off, then you realized his head was probably so overwhelmed with how many people were there. You took his hand and walked around, finding a spot behind a hot dog machine. He sat down, groaning and rubbing his temples. "Too many people..." You sat next to him, closer than friends should be. You held his hand, waiting for his migraine to calm down. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin this," Your eyebrow raised, surprised to hear him apologize sincerly.

"Dont, you didn't ruin anything." After a minute, he looked at you, the proximity sending red to his cheeks.

"Suguru was right," You eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Youre stronger than me," His gazed set on your eyes, then your lips. "Can I kiss you?" You only smiled, leaning closer.

"Yeah," You weren't sure who closed the distance, neither of you were, but your lips were pressed against his. You pulled away, before leaning back in. You'd been waiting for god knows how long. When you pulled away this time, his hand rested on yours again. "I'm not stronger than you, Satoru."

"Theres a million definitions to strength. I can't describe it, but you are stronger than me. As a person." You understood what he meant. You talked about nothing and yet everything, still sitting behind the truck, the noise of people dying down.

"Its about 9:00pm, people are starting to leave. Do you want to ride the ferris wheel?" He smiled, taking your hand and standing up, helping you up after.

"Of course," when you two left, Geto and Kaelyn saw you holding hands and squealed like little kids. They started on who bet what, making Satoru laugh. You were right earlier, there were a lot less people. 'Nobody Gets Me' was playing faintly in the background.

How am I supposed to tell you?

I dont wanna see you with anyone but me

On the ferris wheel, he had one arm wrapped around your shoulder, his other hand holding yours.

Nobody gets me like you

How am I supposed to let you go

You looked into the stars, mesmerized by their beauty. Satoru stared at you, just like you stared into the stars. He could get lost in you. Satoru wasn't a man who had plans for the future. He knew he would have to be a sorceror, and he'd die being one. He was okay with that on the terms that he wouldn't be bored, and he'd have a really fucking cool death. Now that had changed, all he wanted to do was grow old with you. He was okay dying of sickness or age, as long as you were by his side.

Only like myself when Im with you

Nobody gets me, you do

part 2???

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cozmicwonder · 3 months

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He Loves me, She Loves me Not

A/n -This is a college AU where curses don’t exist nor do sorcerers. Warning: Strong language, bullying, pain

“Why are you staring? Is there something on my face?” The sound of fingers snapping in your ear brought you out of your trance. “What?” The word came out quieter than anticipated. Maki scoffs and rolls her eyes.

“You’re staring into space again, what’s going on up there?” She asks as her hand forms a fist and knocks against your head. Pushing her hand away, you take a step back. “Instead of talking about me. We should talk about you!” You say putting on a smile as the words fall from your lips.

Maki being Maki shuts it down immediately “No”. She says blankly, you sigh and wave her off. “Do you have any other classes today?” You’d ask curious as you pull out your phone to check if you had any remaining classes after 5 p.m.

“No, I'm free the rest of the day. I'm planning on hanging out with Panda today. Wanna join?” she peers at you questioningly awaiting an answer. You frown slightly, “Can’t… I have another class to get to at 5:56” It was a very specific number, but I didn’t make the rules.

It was currently 5:24 p.m. “Bummer” You roll your eyes at her “Whatever…I should get going if I want to be able to pick a good seat.” You give Maki a quick hug then wave goodbye as you descend the hall. It was a Saturday afternoon and not many students were here. Students liked having classes in the morning, so the rest of the day was theirs.

You passed several lecture halls and classes on your way to your lecture. Figuring it would be a good idea to use the bathroom before you were stuck in an hour-and-a-half lecture having no way to pee. Making a right at the end of the hall instead of a left.

After making a few more turns you’d finally made it to the restroom. Sighing in relief at the sight of the bathroom entrance, you walk closer and see a male figure leaning up against the girl's bathroom wall. The boy had his head down so you couldn’t see his face.

As if he read your mind, the boy lifted his head then it hit you. It was Yuta Okkotsu…The boy who made your high school year a living hell. The memories of your second year in high school flooded your brain.

A large hand gripped my hair carelessly and roughly, forcing my head up. My eyes seal shut in sudden pain at the top of my head. I wince in pain, my head pounding from the harsh grip. I could make out the sounds of giggling, picture taking, recordings, and familiar voices of my peers. “Open your eyes Bitch”..Bitch… A word I’d grown all too familiar with during my second year of high school.

When my eyes didn’t open immediately, a cruel hand met the left side of my face, it left a stinging sensation. My eyes opened just enough to see the girl in front of me. Rika…. Rika was the girlfriend of Yuta. They were titled the Power Couple. Yuta was someone you’d call a bad boy. One whom you couldn’t get close to. Rika was a Regina George. God, I hated her… No one would understand how much I wanted her ending to end up like Regina's. Unfortunately, life isn't a movie.

Soft slim fingers grip my cheeks and pull my head up forcing eye contact. “Pathetic” The word was followed by the spray of saliva. I tried to turn my head away but the hand on my face wouldn’t let me. I was fighting everything in me to not cry, not willing to give her such satisfaction. “I’d think twice before talking to my man again before you go and talk to him trying to hoe yourself around…remember this”.

All this happened because she caught me and her boyfriend in an empty class together. He had dragged you in there after class to continue his previous harassment. Her fingers pushed my head away, and the grip on my hair loosened and I fell to the floor. I let out a long breath I didn’t know I was holding. “I’d never hoe myself around, especially not to your garbage of a boyfriend.”

my eyes met hers as the words fell from my mouth. A large foot pressed down on my back forcing me closer to the ground. Causing me to gasp. Rika giggled and left the room.

Dangerous blue eyes stared at you directly, as if staring into your soul. Your breathing was shagged and heavy. Heart pounding. Praying he couldn’t hear you. You couldn’t bring yourself to blink…. scared that if you did he’d end you. Your throat felt tight and your mouth went dry. The grip on your phone was so tight your knuckles were turning white.

His mouth parted to speak but someone had interrupted him before he could. The two of you broke eye contact to look at the person. Rika…” Of course they’re still together,” you think to yourself. Rika was speaking but you didn’t care to listen, you learned to drown her out years ago. Yuta’s attention was on Rika, so you took the opportunity to quickly slip away. When his eyes went back to the stop you were last. You were gone.

You sprinted down the university halls, forgetting all about the upcoming lecture. You burst through the entrance finally stopping and catching your breath. “No, no, NO! Please don’t let this be real...” Tears threaten to fall, and your throat tightens. “Please. Please” the words come out shallow.

Quickly unlocking your phone with trembling hands, you texted Miwa asking if you two could meet at a local coffee shop. “Please don’t be busy. Please,” you say while biting your nails in anticipation.

‘…’ the bubbled dots on the screen of your phone were jumping as if to taunt you. You try to calm yourself down and steady your breath by taking deep breaths and slowly count to 10. You unlock your phone once more and see Miwa texted you back.

“Of course, I’m 5 minutes out so now should be fine. See you soon! :)” You let out a short breath. Thanking whoever answered your prayer. Not wasting another second, you rush down the stairs of the building and begin your journey to the coffee shop.

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Arriving off campus to the small city by the campus you make your way to the coffee shop. Pushing the doors open rather quickly, eyes scan the area for the blue-haired girl. Miwa spotting you first waves a hand and calls you over. You smile and make your way over to her. You pulled her into a hug and nearly broke down in her arms. Miwa being the sweetheart of me sensed something was wrong.

That and you were hugging her extremely tight. “What's wrong y/n?” she says pulling back from the hug and guiding you to the other open seat at the table. “He…He’s back” Words coming out quietly. She looks at you confused. “Who…Who’s back?” You look her square in the eyes “Yuta is back, and he’s attending the same college as me” Miwa's mouth drops, and her hand quickly covers it.

Concern is written all over her face and sympathy is evident in her eyes. Just as you were about to say something a waiter interrupted you. He slid a piece of paper onto the table, and it read “Hello, what can I get you, ladies, today”. you looked at the paper confused then you looked up. Horror was written on your face now, confused long discarded. The eyes that were staring down at you were a beautiful purple, like that of a wisteria tree. Those were the same purple eyes that stared at you empathetically at your bruised body all those years ago.

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A/n- I’m thinking of making this into a series, should I? Please do give constructive criticism. I'm always looking for ways to improve. Do leave feedback, thank you for reading.

#writers on tumblr #yuta okkotsu #rika #jjk #inumaki toge #toge #maki zenin #panda #jjk miwa #jujutsu kaisen #inumaki x reader #jjk x reader

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rosekeu · 9 months

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soft like a bunny : r. sukuna

this is part 3!

a/n: highschool au, fem!reader, reader has braces, shy+nerdy+sensitive reader! [if you don't like that then leave ig lol] soft spot for reader ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

sypnosis: after the encounter with your bullies, your savior takes a certain interest with you.

【 playlist 】

[ part 1 ] [part 2] [ part 4 ] [ part 5 coming soon! ]

'i'm such a stupid! "how could i have been so stupid?" y/n sobbed in the restroom stall, sitting so no one could see her feet. her friends had definitely heard about the event and were anxious to find out if she was okay.

"we know you're in there! please open the door." while her twin, mai, furiously knocked on the stall, maki said.

"we already heard what happened, and when i see those boys, i will-" mai said fiercely, her hands clenched into fists from the rage in her body.

"nothing stupid, please." y/n replied in a broken voice,

"i completely agree!" remarked the elder zen'in twin,

"open the fucking door already!" she said, ignoring her sister's remark. y/n stepped up from her toilet seat, and her trembling hands unlocked the stall's lock. when the girl emerged, her face was smeared with tears and her breathing was erratic. mai pulled her in for a hug right away.

"are you all right?" maki murmured, concerned about her friend; she wasn't the best at consoling, but that was generally mai's duty. y/n clutched her taller friend tighter, her previously calmed tears returning to plague her cheeks.

“i’m so weak– so pathetic!” she sobbed, a knot growing in her throat as she remembered the terrifying events from earlier.

"you aren't! you're strong, but you need to learn to stand up for yourself." maki patted the girl's back in an attempt to calm her down.

“we heard someone helped you? that itadori kid?” mai inquired, tugging y/n off to meet her gaze. she looked around the bathroom, recalling the first-year who hit her bullies until his knuckles bled. "did he look cute?"

maki slapped her twins' arms.

“what? "i'm just curious..."

"uhm, he was kind of cute... "i noticed he had two facial tattoos," she remarked, breaking free from her friend's embrace and heading over to the bathroom sink, recalling the two marks beneath sukuna's eyes. y/n gazed in the mirror. as she smiled, she had a pale face and bloodshot eyes.

she was disgusted.

"isn't that like the first-year who was suspended a lot?" mai commented, appreciating her purple-painted nails. "i think so," maki replied.

y/n bathed her face with cold water, and it felt wonderful. refreshing. it was good to wash those filthy boys' germs away. "third years are the worst."

maki and mai both agreed.

“c’mon free period is gonna end soon. let's chill." maki remarked, seizing y/ n's hand and bringing her out of the bathroom, mai trailing after them.

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[changed pov - 2nd person]

following the free period, your next class was chemistry. you approached your locker and fiddled with the little numbers on the lock. 241. then as you heard the quiet click, you grabbed your large chemistry textbook and slammed the small door shut.

"hello." a sly voice from beside you said.

you shrieked back and looked beside you. “rika, what’s up?” you locked the small cupboard once more and began going towards your class. rika walked alongside you, hands behind her back and a weird smirk on her lips. this is not surprising behavior.

"i just wanted to say hi..."i missed hearing your voice." wrapping her arms around your neck, rika said. because you were her first friend, she was naturally clingy. you didn't mind because she was your friend.

"i also heard about what happened... "would you like me to hex them?" rika had been engrossed in witchcraft since middle school, she asked innocently. she would not hesitate to use any of her 'magic' to cause harm to others in order to protect you.

you grasped her shoulders and looked at her sharply. "no, i'm perfectly alright." one of them is already bruised enough."

"mhmmm... okay." as you both approached the chemical lab door and rika said her goodbyes, another body collided with you. sukuna, you peered behind you.

he was attempting to enter the room at the same moment as you, causing your bodies to become wedged. you had no idea he was taking second-year chemistry.

'he was most likely transferred recently... he must be good because he is only a first-year student.'

"get out of my way, nerd," he growled, shoving past you rudely. you gazed at him, perplexed and dazed by everything that had happened today. you took a deep breath and proceeded to your seat.

you didn't have a lab partner before, for one thing because you were intelligent enough to do things on your own, and for another, no one wanted to be paired up with you. but there was sukuna seated next you.

you sat down beside him, your hefty textbook on the tall table and your cute pink keychain dangling from your bag. you averted his piercing stare, feeling sukuna's eyes sear holes in your side. "do you have a pencil?" he muttered something under his breath.

“uhh.” you rummaged through your suitcase and chose the least feminine-looking item... but, it was blue with little cinnamonoroll patterns scattered throughout. he raised an eyebrow in response. "don't you have a more manly one?"

"no..." you chuckled faintly in response to his request. you weren't scared of him like the others, you looked to be at ease around him. maybe because he save you from those bullies one time?

he glanced at it again, yet he still used it.

throughout the lesson, it seemed like sukuna couldn't keep his hands off you, poking and pinching your arms and lightly pulling on your hair. you tried to ignore his antics, but it was evident that sukuna was enjoying teasing you. as the lesson continued, you couldn't help but be annoyed and amused by his annoying behavior.

you had a blank expression on your face at one point. "how come you can't sit still?"

"you're just fun to tease." he said as he tried to sneakily try to pinch one of your arms again and you slapped it lightly. "stop." you held a serious face and he only laughed at you.

despite your serious expression and request for him to stop, sukuna continued to find amusement in teasing you. his laughter only fueled his desire to provoke a reaction from you. it was clear that he found great joy in getting under your skin, and it seemed unlikely that his antics would cease anytime soon.

when the teacher finished, you began packing your things you noticed sukana glancing at you several times. this lesson's project was assigned to you, and your partner was sukuna.

"the project is due next friday... do you want to start planning-"

sukuna walked away, completely ignoring you. you stood there, confused by sukuna's abrupt change in behavior, as he walked away without saying anything. you decided to give him some space and focus on the project on your own for the time being, since you were curious as to what had caused his abrupt dismissal.

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before you knew it it was the end of the day, you went to the main floor of the school building and changed your shoes to your outdoor ones.

‘shit!’

you focused on the fact that you had left your umbrella at home. it was a gorgeous sunny day when the day began, so you never considered bringing it. you packed your belongings and walked towards the exit, but your feet were firmly planted in front of it. you didn't want to walk home in the rain. realizing that it would be difficult to go home in such heavy rain, you considered finding a cozy spot in the school to wait it out.

you wore a frustrated expression as you waited for the rain to stop. you stared as raindrops splashed across the window, regretting not being more prepared. despite your displeasure, you couldn't help but love the rain's rhythmic beat and the way it converted the world outside into a pretty oasis.

“oi! "what are you standing there for, nerd?" remarked a familiar voice. sukuna, once more.

"i forgot to bring my umbrella. and because i walk home-" before you could finish, the boy quickly raised his black umbrella.

"here, take mine," sukuna said with a smirk. "i don't mind getting wet." you couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and surprise at his unexpected act of kindness.

"weren't you ignoring me just a few hours ago?" you puzzledly wondered. sukuna shrugged casually. "yeah, well, i changed my mind," he replied casually. it was a minor gesture, but it made you wonder if sukuna was more than meets the eye. "don't make me regret it, brat."

“guess im not gonna see you in two days.” you remarked. as you both walked under the pouring rain. you guiding him to your home. sukuna glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

“what? are you obsessed with me already?”

“w-what? oh, i'm not—oh, ugh." as red began to pool in your cheeks, you muttered, flustered. sukuna chuckled, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. "relax, i was just teasing. but who knows, maybe yuu will be obsessed with me soon enough."

"i-no-i-," you stammered. he, on the other hand, found it amusing. as you continued to stumble over your words, sukuna's laughter boomed through the rain-soaked streets. despite your shame, you couldn't help but get fond of his intriguing personality.

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mana-jjk · 3 months

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thinking really hard about a college au because i enjoy them a lot more than high school aus.

yuuta - pre-med, in school to become a doctor

toge - divided between computer science and dropping out of college to pursue opening his own café with a garden.

maki - pre-law, in school to become a lawyer

panda - zoology

yuuji - business degree that he’s just doing for his grandfather, will graduate but goes on to be a firefighter.

megumi - animal sciences, going on to enter veterinarian school to become a vet.

nobara - fashion design/marketing degree

gojo - a sadistic physics professor with multiple degrees, both through education and honorary, because he got bored. sometimes he picks students out to give full-ride scholarships, because he self-proclaims having too much money.

getou - philosophy professor that enjoys playing the devils advocate and watching his students squirm.

shoko - oversees the university hospital and occasionally recruits for the pre-med program

nanami - graduated with a business degree, agreed to give yuuji an internship

ijichi - gojo’s overworked TA

i just think maki and yuuta would struggle through graduate school together. their cabinets would be full of instant ramen, cabbage, junk food, and ungodly amounts of coffee. the only real food they get is because toge cooks for them and gives them the stink eye every time he opens their cabinet.

toge doesn’t really have room to talk though, he overworks himself and ends up going far too long without sleep. hours on assignments that make him miserable, burned out from the moment every semester starts. too often does yuuta find him dissociating, something he’s all too familiar with. yuuta himself suffers from insomnia, so it’s not uncommon for him to settle on the couch and run his fingers through toge’s hair until his eyes close.

toge probably had a really difficult time getting the courage to either drop out or just really not use his degree as intended. i can’t picture him genuinely enjoying higher education. even in this happy, no one dies world, his family is with the second years for a reason. computer science was appeasing enough, but the unhappiness is so draining that everyday getting up and going to class feels so impossible. he feels his happiest at the gardening club, cooking for his friends, not sitting in a lecture hall with a preview to what awaits him. but ultimately, i think the independence and knowledge that he wasn’t alone or abandoned was enough to push him into the decision. luckily enough he was a scholarship winner (gojo lol) so he wasn’t in debt, and gojo even offered to fund him through culinary school with the promise of free sweets forever.

with yuuta, i think his history of being hospitalized and the accident with rika (who is not dead here !! but she was paralyzed and had to move with a different family member who was able to support her) definitely pushed him to medical degrees. he was probably stuck between being a physical therapist, nurse, and full-fledged doctor. he still keeps in contact with rika, who is one of his biggest supporters when it comes to his goal, but he has a mental breakdown every week thinking about getting a medical degree. shoko definitely takes notice of his talent, and has extended opportunities to intern with her. gojo also found that they were distantly related, and not only paid for his entire education, but also the apartment he rents with maki and toge. he tried refuting, but gojo kept insisting that he was tapping into the family inheritance that technically belonged to both of them.

toge is more than a little devastated when yuuta decides to study abroad in their undergraduate, i actually think that’s when the fully misery of college hits him. not having an unhealthy classmate and friend to look after forced him to focus on himself, his least favorite pastime. having the first years helped, but it also forces him to reflect how much he cared about yuuta past being a friend too.

anyway, i have so many ideas for this au so um please ask me so i can word vomit everywhere. also normalize more college aus so people like me can still relate lol <3

#inumaki toge #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yuuta okkotsu #inuokko #ottoge #jjk panda #maki zenin #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji #nobara kugisaki #gojo satoru #getou suguru #shoko ieiri #nanami kento #college au

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myloumeti · 9 months

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playing matchmaker - chapter 1

pairing: yuta okkotsu x male! reader

genre: fluff, eventual smut

tags: soulmate au, post-rika

note: (not edited) this was posted on my ao3 over a year ago but I'm posting it here

wordcount: 0.9k

“They’ll love you! There’s nothing to worry about, [Y/N].” He pats my back and then nudges for me to come with him. My feet trek after him out to a wide, green area encircled by a track.

Nervously I hold my left hand with my right and run my thumb over my original soulmate marking- a spear run through the Sun. The spear points outwards, reaching toward my ring finger.

Some hushed tones guide my attention back to a handful of students warming up, stretching out, and practicing swings with a staff. They slowed their activities as we approached. I let my hands drop to my side.

“Good afternoon my wonderful students!” he said, clapping his hands together. A few complaints and groans could be heard from around the training field. “Oh, come on! That’s no way to treat your newest addition!”

With that, Gojo moved from his spot in front of me and went to my side, opening his arms extravagantly. My stance shrinks a little under their curious gazes.

“Now, there are four other students in your year. There’s Maki- she’s kinda moody, wears glasses, and has long green hair. Then there’s Inumaki. He’s a cursed speech user, so his mouth is usually covered and he only speaks in ingredients.

There’s Panda, who’s a cursed corpse. And then there’s the newest one before you transferred- Yuuta. He’s still kinda shy, but don’t let him off easy because of that. He’s very strong.”

“This is [Y/N]! He’s transferring here from another jujutsu school. Isn’t that cool everyone?” Their eyes shift back to him briefly before fixating on me once again. They all nod silently. “Well, now that we’re acquainted, [Y/N] is going to start training with you all today. Inumaki! You’re his first sparring partner.” The boy whose mouth is covered looks at me and gives me a nod, before returning his attention to Gojo. “Have fun, my lovely students!” With that, he leisurely walks off to a nearby building.

My eyes trailed back to the boy I’d be sparring with - Inumaki. He doesn’t seem too physically intimidating, but looks can be deceiving. He stands up from his spot on the grass and motions for me to walk with him.

I trail after him until we stop in front of a weapons station, all of which have blunted tips for practicing combat. After glancing over my options, my hand reaches for a wooden staff. His does the same.

Weapons in hand, we walk over to an open space on the field. I pause a small distance from him and prepare my stance. His eyes meet mine with a quick questioning glance. “Tuna?”

“I’m ready.” With a nod from him, we begin to slowly circle each other with our staffs poised. It takes a moment for one of us to make the first move. He starts forward with his staff tilted, ready to counter my upcoming hit.

As expected, I strike once he’s within range. He quickly responds with a set of short, forceful attacks. I’m able to hold them off and return a few attempts, but soon decide I need to step back and assess him for a second. He continues to barrage me with quick attacks, and my shoes scrape in the dirt when I evade them. Damn, he’s fast.

Once I’m able to maintain a fair distance, we circle each other like hawks, patiently waiting for an easy strike. After some time of watching his movements, he lurches forward at me again with the same stance as before.

This time, however, I swipe the blunted edge in an arc at him rather than go for the forward blow. It noticeably throws him off and he swerves to correct his balance. I seize this moment to try to throw him off his feet, extending my arm to let the staff reach his heel. In my haste, I failed to realize that Inumaki was countering my move with his own.

As my arm quickly reached out to hit his heel, his staff came down harshly where the middle of the staff had been moments before, except now my left hand is in its place.

Thwack.

Both our weapons immediately fall to the ground and I curl my hand into my chest protectively. I slowly let a breath escape through my teeth. Though I don’t think it’s broken, it still hurts like a bitch. A light drip of blood is coming from my knuckles and the beginnings of a large bruise are forming.

Inumaki swiftly approaches me with concern lacing his features. His eyes take one look at my hand before gently dragging me by the elbow over to the closest bench.

He motions for me to sit down and wait here. He then jogs off, soon returning with a first aid kit held in his hands. His fingers gingerly pry my fingers from their loosely bunched-up fist, careful not to use much pressure while examining it. His index finger gently traces down the spear within the soul mark on my hand. After a moment, he begins to wrap my hand with bandages.

Hesitantly, my eyes survey the other students. Across the field, Panda seems focused on a punching bag. That leaves Maki and Yuuta. Just as my eyes trail over to them, I realize Maki has partnered up with Inumaki, leaving Yuuta and I as a pair.

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rose-riot-johnson · 5 months

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I watched 13 episodes of JJK and Junpei Yoshino's death fucked up my life.

I need you to write an AU story where he goes to JJT and meets a cute they/them reader and has a happy love story with them!!!!

( Finally some love interest for the Real GOAT of in JJK )

Ofcourse I will write this😃👍I do like plenty of characters from JJK (Jujutsu Kaisen), especially Junpei🪼😁👍Seriously I'm really honored to write about him, especially with how this is requested🪼😃👍

🪼What Inspired You To Want To Be A Jujutsu Sorcerer🪼((Eventually) Adult) Junpei Yoshino x They/Them Reader)

Genres: A Happy Love Story (Warning⚠️: Mentions of Bullying)

After that night Yuji Itadori saved Junpei Yoshino from Mahito, he decided to his path to become a jujutsu sorcerer, starting as a student at the JJT (Jujutsu High in Tokyo). After all Itadori talked him into attending the JJT. He made some new friends, especially Nobora Kugisaki and Megumi Fushiguro.

It was because of Itadori who made it possible for him to become one of the first years with Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, and Nobora Kugisaki. Obviously Junpei has a jellyfish shikigami (aka Moon Dregs), which was why he was glad was glad he was able to enroll in JJT. Thanks to Itadori, it was one of the best decisions of his life.

One day Gojo announced there is a new first year student of the JJT, as he then said, "Don't be shy... You can come in the classroom now..". When you first came in the classroom, Megumi slightly smiled, while Junpei, Itadori, and Nobora were all excited that Gojo will introduce a new student to meet, especially if it's you. Gojo then explained, "My first years... This is (they/them reader name)... Now, you may take your seat, (they/them reader name).".

You went to sit in a desk next to Junpei. In first sight, (even though he found you cute) he knew something about you that gives off good vibes, however senses something might have happened in your past. He still knew something about your soul that is kind.

After class was over Junpei offered to walk you home, which you told him yes. Junpei then said, "By the way... My name's Junpei Yoshino... If there's anything you need and need to talk about, I will do my best to try and be there for you, (they/them reader name)...". "Okay, Junpei...", you replied, as you smiled at him.

While Junpei was walking you home, he asked, "So, (they/them reader name ), if you don't mind me being curious, what was your life like before you came to JJT and what inspired you to want to become a jujutsu sorcerer?". You were surprised anyone has ever asked that, so you answered, "Well, Junpei... When I was in the elementary school that I attending, I accidentally let out my cursed technique, as my the teacher told my parents about it one day, so my parents... Not so much my mom, however more my dad mentioned that I can't use it, even by accident, so I repressed my cursed technique for rest of my elementary school years and part of middle school until the day we ended up needing to move to Tokyo, which my father somehow ended up needing a job in Japan and he somehow got hired to work at JJk, I think he makes lunches, I'm not sure. I assume that since my father is an amazing cook. What inspired me to attend JJT? Well I secretly snuck into the JJK to see what it looks like... Well don't tell anyone I snuck there nor saw this... I remember seeing this man named Yuta and the one he loved named Rika, battle against this Geto guy and eversince their battle, I feel Yuta and Rika are secretly the reason why I started to attend JJT.". Junpei happily replied, "That's pretty cool to hear. I'm glad this Yuta person and Rika gave you inspiration, even if neither of them know, yet."

You then asked, "What about you, Junpei? What got you to want to become a jujutsu sorcerer?". Junpei then answered, "You see, (they/them reader name)... I was frequently bullied for a long time in horrible ways, then when I met this person who killed three of the bullies in the movie theater, all this person did was manipulate me... However eversince I met the other first year, named Itadori, I knew he was my first friend somehow... If it wasn't for him, I would have hurt every innocent person in the school I was attending, even the person I thought who killed my mother... You see... After Itadori showed me the light and encouraged me to attend JJT, this person showed up and he turned out to be a bad person... After I tried attacking thinking one of the other students was the one who killed my mother... After Itadori showed me the light and encouraged me... I saw this bad person, which was the moment I realized he's really the person who killed my mother... He tried to kill me, however Itadori somehow punched him... And that Namami guy showed up not, too long afterwards. The both of them just somehow managed to defeat him and protect me... So, I knew that since these moments happened, I want to attend JJT and become a jujutsu sorcerer someday...". You smiled and replied, "Well, I'm glad you're okay, Junpei... And I'm also happy you had some inspiration to attend there, since you did came to the right place...".

Since, that conversation you had with Junpei that day, the both of you knew you and him are both soulmates who are meant to be. After the both of you graduated JJT, the both of you got your own place and as time went by the both of you started to have a relationship together. So, the both of you sometimes go on dates together.

A few years went by, both you and Junpei decided to get married together. After the both of you got married, life just became really peaceful for the both of you. Now the both of you will be able to grow together for a very, long time.

🪼The End🪼

I hope you enjoyed this Junpei fanfic my Tumblr Peeps🪼😃👍As for you @hitoshisbf , I hope I written this Junpei fanfic as well😃👍I put some ideas, as much as I could think of coming up with pertaining the request, I did have fun working on the fanfic and I hope you had fun reading as well🪼😃👍Hope the fanfic makes your day and/or night🌕☀️🪼😃👍

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kaiapaia · 6 months

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i've tasted blood (and i want more)

Pairing: Yuuta Okkotsu/Reader

WC: 5,542

Content warnings: if you do not like blood, this is probably not the fic for you. Contains depictions of canon typical injury/vampire bites, as well as the symptoms and aftereffects of blood loss. Also contains some yan behavior/themes. Read at your own discretion. This fic also contains an explicit smut scene- no pronouns are used for the reader, but they are described to have a vagina.

Happy Halloween, witches! It only took me a month but I did finally finish my first Halloween fic. This one is a vampire au for JJK, featuring vampire!Yuuta. I had fun writing it, and I hope you have fun reading it as well <3

Title is from the song Toucha, Toucha, Toucha, Touch Me from Rocky Horror.

Minors and ageless blogs, DNI. If you don't have an age in your bio or pinned, I will block you.

Yuuta’s been looking tired lately. Well, more so than usual. Even though he was turned only recently, Yuuta has the bone-tired look of someone who has seen many centuries pass. The transformation had deepened his dark eyes and sharpened his cheekbones, creating more places on his already angular face for the shadows of exhaustion to cling to. You might say it in jest, but a part of you really does blame Gojo for working poor Yuuta into the ground.

However, as much as you would like to, you can’t place all the blame on Gojo. Since he’d transformed, you’d only ever seen Yuuta drink from the cold storage synthetic blood bags kept in reserve- never the donated ones, and he avoids the volunteer feeding drives like the plague. Shoko just shakes her head. She tells you that while it’s not healthy, it’s survivable, so she can’t force him to feed.

When you finally worked up the courage to ask him why he hasn’t fed, he just smiled that disarmingly charming smile of his and told you not to worry, he just wasn’t hungry. You had to drag your gaze away from the points of his fangs, gleaming ivory under the harsh lights of the clinic.

You’ve been close to vampires before; there are several in residence at the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical School. Maki feeds to maintain her incredible strength, and Nobara says that anything other than real blood will wreck her complexion. Both of them are beautiful- Maki in the way a leaping panther is beautiful, all lean muscle and coiled power, and Nobara in the way a roaring tiger is beautiful, brash and proud.

Yuuta is different. He is still beautiful, under the dark shadows that cling to his face like soot. But he is striking in the way a hurricane or car crash is. You look at him and can’t look away, in a way that feels a bit like morbid fascination in the face of disaster. He is a force of nature on his own- you’ve seen him spar on campus, and you know he’s the only person who can keep up with Maki or Gojo. You also know some of the tragedy that dogs his steps. People still go out of their way to avoid speaking Rika’s name near Yuuta, even after the dramatic mission last year where he finally put her soul to rest.

You’ve wanted to reach out, to offer him some comfort, especially after everything with Rika. For the most part he’s let you. He’ll sink into your embrace like it’s a soft bed after far too many hours awake, and you are content to hold and be held for as long as he needs.

These moments are unfortunately few and far between. Since he was turned, you’ve noticed Yuuta retreating further and further from you. He still acts like your friend, but he no longer drapes an arm around you, tucks his chin over your shoulder when he wants to see something you’re holding, or links your pinkies together when you stand close enough that your shoulders touch. You feel the loss of the casual intimacy keenly, and you can’t stop yourself from wondering what might have caused your best friend to pull away from you.

As a human with no special powers of your own, you assumed that Yuuta was simply gravitating towards people who shared his experiences and understood what he was going through. It didn’t make it hurt any less when he would startle when you walked in the room, look at you with those soulful dark eyes, and leave. You’d even noticed that when you stood near him, he would hold his breath. You knew that the turning sharpened mortal senses, but you didn’t think that you smelled quite that repulsive.

Since then, you’ve resigned yourself to this new state of your friendship. Yuuta has been through hell, more literally than most people, and you don’t want to put undue pressure on him to do something he obviously doesn’t want. So you let him keep his distance, opening your arms for him whenever he comes to you for comfort. You stroke his hair and murmur soft words in his ear, and try to tell yourself that those moments are enough when you watch him smile and laugh with his other friends.

You are caught off guard when he stumbles into the clinic in the middle of your graveyard shift. You are startled out of your studying by the loud crash of the metal doors being thrown open, and you look up to see Yuuta, fair skin and snow white uniform stained scarlet. His eyes are wild, and while his katana is sheathed you don’t miss the way he reaches for it when you jolt up behind the desk. You hurry around the desk, snapping on neoprene gloves before you reach for him, intending to check over the wounds that are still sluggishly oozing crimson.

Instead he bats you away, pressing one hand over his mouth and nose. “Stay away,” he growls at you, pushing past you into the clinic. He goes straight for the sink, turning on the faucet and leaning down to swallow mouthfuls of water. You watch him swish it in his mouth before spitting it out again, the water running red with blood.

“Yuuta, you’re hurt. Let me do my job and help you,” you try again, approaching slower this time, hands out as if you’re nearing a wounded animal.

He’s resting his head on his forearm, leaning against the wall. Pinkish water is still dripping from the corner of his mouth. “No. Don’t come closer,” he pants out. He’s trying to be commanding, but the state of his injuries and the way he’s struggling to regulate his breathing override any fear you feel.

You get close enough to carefully wrap a hand around one of his wrists, and you almost jerk your hand away in surprise. Yuuta’s normally cool skin is burning hot, pulse pounding so fast you can feel the beat of it on his wrist.

Gently but firmly, you pull him away from the sink, leading him to sit down on the nearest table. Now that some of the blood has been washed away, you can finally get a good look at his face. His eyes are bright, the bags gone. There’s even a flush to his normally pale cheeks. He looks healthier than he has in months, despite bleeding all over your operating table.

“What happened, Yuuta?” you breathe, looking him over. The immediate concern is two deep cuts, one reaching from the side of his neck down to his chest and the other biting deep into his side. You begin cutting away the tattered remains of his shirt and surprisingly enough he lets you, swaying forward to rest his head in the crook of your neck as he often does after rough missions. You feel him take a deep breath against your pulse point, the movement of air sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.

“Was tracking a witch,” he murmurs, voice muffled against your skin. “Set a trap for me. Tricked me into drinking some of her blood.”

You keep your hands steady, treating what you can reach until you’re forced to put a hand on the uninjured side of his chest and gently push him away so you can reach the rest of his injuries. He doesn’t let you get far, keeping you close with a dazed look in his eyes and a flush burning high on his cheeks. His symptoms make a little more sense now; this has to be his first taste of real blood since he was turned. He’s going to have to stay overnight for observation; there’s a chance he could go feral.

You move to go to the cold storage unit and get him a blood bag. You know he’s probably ravenous right now. Blood will help him heal, and hopefully take the edge off his appetite so you can call for Shoko. Before you can get more than a step away, he locks his arms around you and pulls you back to his chest. He runs his nose along the curve of your neck, hot panting breaths blowing at the delicate skin. You reach up, running a hand through his dark hair and he practically purrs, leaning into your touch.

“You gotta let me go, Yuu,” you tell him softly, trying to coax him into letting you go. “I’m just gonna get you something to eat and I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t want it.” The words would sound petulant under normal circumstances, but right now it sounds desperate. “Tastes bad.”

“You have to feed on something, Yuu,” you say. “You’re running on empty, and you need something in your stomach so you can heal.”

“I know,” he mumbles. “It just all smells bad. It makes me sick.”

A thought crosses your mind. “You could feed on me,” you suggest, running a calming hand up and down his spine. “I know it smells bad but it’s fresh, and it’ll help you heal the fastest.”

You feel the shudder that rips through him. He sits up a bit, swaying. “No,” he protests. “I can’t, I’ll hurt you.”

You’re already unbuttoning your shirt, sliding it off your shoulders to rest in the crooks of your elbows, far enough away that hopefully it won’t get too bloody. You grab his hand, catching his attention. “It’s okay, Yuuta. I trust you, I know you won’t hurt me.” You slide a hand up to the back of his neck, drawing him close to you. He resists at first, but lets you pull him back to your neck.

His nostrils flare and he groans. “God, you smell so good,” he whines against your throat. “I’ve been wanting this for so long. It’s not fair for you to do this to me.”

“You don’t have to hold back. Take what you need,” you tell him, holding him close.

Yuuta hesitates for another moment, before his hunger overwhelms him. You feel the cool touch of his spit-slick lips before the hot prick of pain as his lips pierce the skin of your neck. The pain is sharp and hot for a moment, before it melts outwards in a wave of pleasure that crashes through your limbs like the aftereffects of a supernova. Now you understand why the volunteer feeding drives are always packed- this rush, the spread of his venom in your bloodstream, triggers a cascade of hormones that drives you into a state of euphoria.

You feel boneless, relaxed and adrift in a sea of warmth with only a slight sensation of suction on the side of your neck to ground you. Everything is hazy and electric all at once. You hardly register the cool wall of the clinic pressing against your back, but each brush of Yuuta’s hands on your skin makes every hair on your body stand on end. Every touch of his hands as they roam your body and each movement of his lips on your neck sends a shockwave right to your core. Within seconds, you are dancing on the edge of a peak that promises to be more intense than anything you’ve reached before.

Helpless to do anything else, a wavering moan escapes your lips. Distantly, you register an answering one rumble from Yuuta’s chest. A moment later, you feel his lips leave your neck and you whine at the loss of sensation. Everything still feels hazy, and not in a fun way. You see Yuuta’s face swim in front of your vision, a mass of pale skin, dark hair and darker eyes that are wide with an emotion you don’t have the capacity to name right now. You know he’s saying something, his words are high pitched and panicked in a way that makes your oncoming headache worse.

The air of the clinic starts to feel bone-chillingly cold. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to preserve the body heat that seems to be rapidly leaching from you. Yuuta’s fuzzy form dips out of your vision for a moment, returning with what you assume is one of the flimsy blankets kept in the clinic for such a purpose. He carefully drapes the blanket around your shoulders, but it’s not enough to keep you from shivering.

Ever so gently, you feel him scoop you into his arms. He sits down somewhere, cradling you to his warm chest so close that you can hear his heartbeat, pumping your lifeblood in his chest. The sound lulls you to sleep, pulling faster at the threads of exhaustion already dragging you down. As you fade away, you feel a faint press of lips to your forehead, and Yuuta’s gentle voice whispers to you, “I’m sorry. I know I should, but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to let you go after this.”

When you swim back to consciousness, the first thing you feel is a splitting headache. You open your eyes to the sharp pinpricks of early morning sun stabbing at your pupils. Somewhere next to you, you hear Shoko’s voice. “Easy there kid. You’ve had a rough night. Take these,” she presses two pills and a bottle of water into your hands.

You swallow the pills and the cool water gratefully. After the pills have kicked in, you sit up, grateful that the world is no longer swimming in front of you. “Where’s Yuuta?” you croak, touching a hand to your sore throat. Your fingers meet the edge of a bandage, pressed neatly over the two puncture wounds on the side of your neck.

“Had to kick him out this morning. The two of you gave me a hell of a scare,” she looks at you reproachfully. “Came into the clinic to find the two of you looking like you just escaped a Saw trap. At least the kid was lucid enough to stop the bleeding last night, or this would have been a much rougher morning for you.” Shoko gestures to the bandage on your throat. “Practically had to pry him off of you though. He wouldn’t leave until I swore to him that I would stay with you until you woke up. Which reminds me, now that you are awake, I have a significant amount of blood to clean up out there.”

You move to get up and help, and she pins you with a glare. “Absolutely not. You are staying put until you’ve slept more and eaten that,” she points to a wrapped bento box on the bedside table.

“I’m sorry, Shoko. I’ll make it up to you,” you say meekly.

“You can do that by not letting a half feral vampire feed on you,” she grumbles, pulling on gloves and grabbing the cleanup kit from the closet. “Also by not complaining when I stick your ass on cleanup duty for the next month.”

You toss her a salute. “Yes ma’am.” You bite back the smile that’s threatening to pull at your lips. You must have been in a bad state last night, for your normally cavalier boss to fuss over you so much. It feels good, to have someone care for you like this.

The thought does drag your mind back to Yuuta- your last memory from the night before is his voice, saying something about not leaving you, but he is nowhere to be found. Shoko did say something about kicking him out of the clinic, and you wouldn’t be surprised if she’d threatened him to stay away for some time. She does get protective of you. You can’t help but feel guilty; you knew the potential consequences of what you were offering last night and had done it anyway, and now you’re sitting pretty in the clinic and Yuuta is most likely facing serious consequences for circumstances that had been largely out of his control.

You lay back down, lost in thought. There’s a lot of last night that’s blurry. You remember pretty much everything until Yuuta bit you, and after that your memory gets foggy. However, there are some things that you do remember that you can’t seem to get out of your head. Up until now, you’d thought that Yuuta had avoided you because he couldn’t stand your smell. After last night, you’re not so sure of that anymore. Granted, he was half feral with hunger and definitely not in his right mind last night, but you can’t help but hope that this means that things will change between you two. It had sounded like he’d been forcing himself to stay away from you, and you find yourself hoping that he meant it when he said he wouldn’t let you go again.

You fall asleep with that thought on your mind, and a faint smile on your lips. Your dreams are strange, disjointed things, but throughout them all you see familiar dark eyes in different places and you can’t bring yourself to be afraid.

When you wake a second time, the light in the clinic has changed to the golden rays of the late afternoon. For the second time today, you find someone waiting for you at your bedside, and for the second time today it’s not the person you’re hoping to see.

Even though you’ve been studying at the technical school for years now, Gojo still unnerves you. He wears those strange dark glasses everywhere, and they somehow make him look more unsettling than the few times you’ve seen him without them. Sure, they hide his wide, electric blue eyes that are so bright they seem to glow on their own. But the glasses also accent the two smaller pairs of crystal blue eyes that sit on the edge of his cheekbones and just above his brow bone. Both sets of eyes meet yours as you wake, and you’re met with the strange feeling that he’d known exactly when you would open your eyes.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Gojo greets you, making an act of looking up at you from the documents in his lap as if four of his eyes hadn’t been watching you wake up. “How are you feeling?”

“No worse than after a night out with Nobara,” you shrug your shoulders, reaching for the water bottle on your bedside table.

“Glad to hear it. You’re tough for a little lab rat,” he laughs, crossing his legs. “Shoko threatened me to keep it brief, so I’ll get to the point. Yuuta has been asking to see you. Do you want us to let him in?”

“Yes,” you answer immediately.

Gojo is uncharacteristically serious. “Are you sure?”

“I am. I knew the risks. I don’t blame him.”

“As long as you’re sure.” Gojo stands up, shuffling the papers on his lap back into their folder. You catch a glimpse of an ad for a local bakery mixed in with what looks like the pages of an incident report. “I’ll go tell him he can come see you. He’s been bothering me nonstop about it since Shoko kicked him out this morning.”

He walks to the door of your room, pausing on the threshold with one hand on the doorframe. “I hope you’re prepared for what you’re getting yourself into,” he tells you over his shoulder.

A few minutes later, you hear quiet footsteps outside your room. Yuuta has showered since you last saw him, his hair soft and clean and face free of blood. He hesitates at the threshold, but you beckon him through. “Come here, let me look at your injuries.”

He follows your demand, sitting on the bed next to your knees. You can feel his eyes on you and you know that there’s something he wants to say, but you decide to check where those wounds had been last night first. Thankfully, you are met with smooth, unblemished skin at his side and chest.

You pause there, one of your warm hands resting against the cool side of his neck where one of the wounds had been. You lift your eyes to meet his. A moment passes, then you both speak at the same time.

“I’m so sorry-”

“I’m glad you’re-”

You laugh, sliding your hand down his arm to his hand. You gently untangle his fingers from where they’re clenched in the hem of his shirt, and slowly twine your fingers with his. “I’m glad you’re alright, Yuu. You scared me pretty bad, running into the clinic all cut up like that.”

“I’m alright thanks to you,” he brings your hand up to his mouth, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of it. “Please don’t put yourself on the line like that again. I can’t lose you,” he asks, dropping his head to rest his forehead against yours.

“I’m a tough cookie, Yuuta. I can take a little bite.” You squeeze his hand.

He groans above you. “You’re so cute. I don’t know how I ever convinced myself to stay away.”

You can’t help the smile that stretches across your face. “You think I’m cute?”

“I do. You’re irresistible to me,” he says, dipping his head down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. “You smell divine. You have no idea what a temptation you are. I tried to stay away; I was so worried that I would hurt you. And then you offered yourself up to me and I couldn’t resist anymore.” He lifts his head, bringing his free hand to your neck, tracing a whisper of a touch against the bandage. “I wish I could be stronger. Be better, for you.”

“You were starving, Yuuta. You endured so much.” You squeeze his hand. “I know you didn’t mean to, and I trust you. You won’t hurt me again.”

“I won’t,” he says, his voice full of conviction. He brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I won’t ever hurt you like that again.” He gives your hand a gentle squeeze and then lets go, reaching over to the bedside table to get the bento box that’s still waiting for you on the bedside table.

He shuffles closer to you on the bed and brings a piece of food to your lips, holding it patiently at the seam of your mouth until you open and delicately take the morsel from his fingers. You chew thoughtfully, watching him select the next piece of food from the box.

“What does this mean, for us?” you ask him softly, in between bites of food.

“It means I’m yours,” Yuuta answers, his voice solemn. “I’ll do whatever you want- be as close as you want me to be. I understand if you don’t want-”

You cut him off before he starts to spiral. “What if I want this? Want you?”

“Then I will give you all of me,” he says, dark eyes locked onto yours. “And you’ll be mine. Are you sure that’s something you want?”

You reach out, cupping his jaw in your hand. “I’m sure. I want you, Yuuta.”

He covers your hand with his, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. “I’ve wanted to hear you say that for a long time.

“What do we do now?” you ask, looking at him.

He laughs. “All you need to do is let me take care of you,” he says, eyes warm. “There will be time for other things after you’re feeling better.”

True to his word, Yuuta does take care of you. Every moment he’s able, he spends time with you, making sure you eat, stay hydrated, and stay warm. He even brings you a selection of his hoodies to wear, and it’s hard to miss the way he preens whenever you wear one in public.

You spend the evenings together. He’s taken to cooking for you, complete with a ‘kiss the cook’ apron, and he smiles brightly whenever you oblige and plant a kiss on whatever part of him you can reach without getting in his way. After he’s fed you, the two of you will curl up on your bed and read together, or watch a few episodes of a show you both enjoy. It makes for a very cozy routine for the two of you.

Well after the point when you’ve fully recovered from the incident in the clinic, you notice that Yuuta’s cheeks have begun to hollow again, and the shadows are starting to cling to his face. You kick yourself for forgetting; he should have fed again by now to keep up his strength. Shoko will probably kill you herself if you end up in the clinic again for a bite gone wrong, so you approach the situation with care.

It just takes a bit of patience. You’ve noticed Yuuta is happiest when you let him do things for you, so you spend the evening asking him for help with little chores around your small apartment. You let him cook dinner and do the dishes afterwards, sitting at the counter and keeping him company while he works. You’ve done everything you can to make sure it’s a relaxing atmosphere; there are candles lit that give your little apartment a golden glow, and soft music plays from your little speaker.

You wait until the two of you are warm and curled up in your bed before you make your move. Yuuta is leaning against the wall, his chin on your shoulder and his arms looped around your waist, ready for you to pull out the book you’ve been reading together and find your place.

Instead, you turn slightly in his arms, just enough that you can see his face. “Yuuta, I think you need to eat,” you tell him.

He looks down at you, a very cute confused expression on his face. “What do you mean? We just had dinner?”

“You need to feed, Yuuta.” You take off the hoodie you’ve been wearing all night, leaving you in just your tank top and shorts. You let your head loll to the side, exposing your throat to him. “Let me take care of you like you take care of me.”

“What if I hurt you again?”

“You won’t. You only hurt me last time because you were half-feral and starving. I want you to feed before you get to that point again.”

His eyes are massive; the dark irises trained on the movement of your pulse at your throat. You can hear him swallow.

“Are you sure?”

You take his hand. “I’m sure, Yuuta. I trust you.”

He brings your hand to his lips, scattering delicate kisses over the back and where your pulse flutters at your wrist. “You are too good to me,” he sighs, breath skating over your skin. Gently, he slides out from behind you but he doesn’t go far. He pulls you down to rest on your back, hovering over you with a soft look on his face.

“What’re you doing, Yuu?” you ask, watching him from your position on the pillows.

“I wanna make sure you enjoy this, too,” he murmurs, dusting kisses down your throat to where the edge of your tank top sits on your chest. With tender care he lifts the edge of your tank up, waiting for your approval before he pulls it off of you. He repeats the same process with your shorts, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks as he looks at your naked body with such reverence in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”

He trails his lips over every inch of your exposed skin, paying special attention to your nipples until they are stiff and puffy, shining with saliva in the soft light. Slowly, he moves his way down your body, kissing down your stomach until he’s hovering over the part of you that’s been crying out for attention under his gentle ministrations.

“You smell heavenly,” he breathes. He leans in and drags the flat of his tongue up your slit, savoring the wetness that’s begun to gather between your legs. “You taste divine,” he moans, the vibrations of the sound dragging an answering one out of you.

His tongue laves hot strokes over you, your pussy clenching around nothing as he tastes you. He keeps teasing your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue or rolling it between his lips for a moment in between licks, the motions stoking a fire in your belly When he pulls it between his lips and sucks, stroking it with the flat of his tongue, fire sears through your veins and you arch up off the bed, a long moan stuttering its way past your lips.

Yuuta pulls away from you for just a moment. “That’s it, my love. Let me hear you,” he moans, before diving back in and continuing to devour your pussy. His ministrations drive you higher and higher, fast approaching the peak with no sign of stopping. Pleasure floods your body, turning your limbs to jelly as he indulges in you.

When your orgasm hits, you feel a prick of pain on the inside of your thigh. A moment later, you feel a rush that amplifies and extends your release. It hits you so hard that you can’t even make a sound, arching silently off the bed, your mouth open in a soundless scream as the waves of pleasure wash over you. Your vision even whites out, everything going blank for just a moment before you collapse bonelessly on the bed.

You hear a faint slurping sound as you come back to yourself, and you look down to see Yuuta pulling himself away from your thigh, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. The gesture doesn’t do much beyond smear the blood and cum across his face, but neither of you really care.

He pants for a moment, dark eyes unfocused, before his gaze sharpens and he looks down at you.

“How do you feel?” he asks, worry creeping into his expression.

“Like I just saw the face of god,” you joke, a breathless laugh leaving your lips. “What about you? Do you want me to return the favor?”

He blushes at that, a slow scarlet flush creeping up his neck and across his cheeks. “Ah, I’m fine. Don’t worry, I enjoyed myself.” He pulls back, sliding off the bed and standing up. You catch a glimpse of a dark spot on the front of his loose sleep pants before he walks away, moving towards your little ensuite bathroom. “I’m going to run us a bath. Don’t move.”

“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to,” you sigh, sinking into the soft pillows beneath you. You hear the faucet turn on, and a rustle of cloth. A few minutes later, Yuuta returns. You hold out your arms to him and he laughs softly, scooping you into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, carrying you gently into the bathroom.

He sets you in the warm water and then slides in behind you. He lets you rest for a moment before he starts to run a warm washcloth over your skin, lathering you with bubbles that smell like your favorite soap.

You let him take care of you, only taking the washcloth for a moment to wipe the blood and fluid off of his face and neck, scrubbing his skin with a gentle hand. He leans into your touch, practically purring with his eyes closed for a moment.

Once you’re both clean, he gets out and dries himself first before helping you out of the tub and wrapping you in a fluffy towel. He leads you over to sit on the closed toilet before he opens a drawer and pulls out your little first aid kit. Gently, he pushes your knees apart to inspect the two neat puncture wounds that decorate the meat of your inner thigh.

He carefully swabs them clean, pressing an apologetic kiss to your knee when you hiss at the sting of the disinfectant. You watch him open two bandaids, bubblegum pink and printed with Hello Kitty, and position them over the cuts. Satisfied with his work, he rocks back on his heels and looks up at you. He pulls your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the back before he stands up.

“Wait here, I’ll grab you some clothes,” he tells you before he walks back out into your bedroom. He returns a moment later, clean pajamas and underwear in one hand and your favorite hoodie of his in the other. Yuuta helps you dry off and dress, making sure to support you when your knees wobble.

Once you’re clean and dressed, he takes you back to bed and settles you down with a bottle of water and some snacks, before curling in beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You snag your laptop from your bedside table and turn on an episode of the show you’ve been watching together and snuggle in, opening up the snacks that he brought you when your stomach rumbles.

The two of you fall asleep like that, wrapped up in blankets and in each other.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuuta okkotsu #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta x reader #tw blood #tw vampire #tw yandere #if you got this far mwah thank you ily #kaiawrites

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moominpopzz · 8 days

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Me and the gang about to help dead people to save other dead people

+Close ups then Explanations of them all n how they met in this AU :3!

WARNINGS for PD spoilers and death talk! [also sadly if you’ve not watched Wonder Egg Priority I’m not fully sure how much sense it makes ^^”]

Ai Ohto -> William ; Fighting for Jade’s revival

Will had been a loner in his school, because of bullying surrounding his heterochromia, when Jade and Ruby are transferred and move in and he properly meets Jade. She’s the only person who actually makes an effort to talk to [bother] him. They become more or less friends and start hanging out around each other often. Jade dies after an incident with David and Will blames himself and is surrounded by grief - leading to the shutting in and eventual finding of the Egg Gachapon machine in a dream.

Neiru -> Ashe ; Fighting for Mrs Winters revival

Ashe’s only objective is getting her mom back so she’s distant from the group at first like in the show. Before they all meet, Ashe had been temporarily hospitalized after the first trickster take over because of the bodily strain and the fact her mom had hurt a bit while trying to protect herself - leaving her with some scars on her back and shoulders. While recovering she was hit with the memories of the fact she was the reason her mom was dead - leading her to buying the eggs to try and bring the woman back.

Will first sees her hanging around the egg machine and quickly goes up to the and pester her with questions about everything. She tries to shrug Will off and continue doing as much as she can but Will follows her around. She’s the first one Will meets but is the last one to properly integrate into the friend group

Rika -> Dakota ; Fighting for Katori’s revival

Dakota is still a hero, though less so because superpowers aren’t really a thing in this universe and they are treated more as paranormal activity. He still became one after the death of Katori, only he didn’t fall with her and had to watch from the rooftop. He fully blames himself for it and became a hero to protect people. He’s dyed a strip of his hair a black color in honor of Katori though he has a really hard time mentioning things about her otherwise.

He does the same thing Rika does in the show when seeing Will at where the Eggs are gotten and follows him home, trying to become friends with him, and not at all realizing how weird he’s being. He’s the 2nd one Will meets but is the first to actually befriend him

Momoe -> Vyncent ; Fighting for Mynerva’s revival

Vyncent and Mynerva are friends for a time before the start of everything. She was one of the only people he could actually connect with, coming from similar backgrounds with the same sorts of problems and so, especially with the constant struggle of other people describing Vyncent as some sort of monster for not completely looking human, Mynerva’s the only person Vyncent feels understands him. One day, Mynerva mentions to Vyncent maybe running away together, to go refind his mom, and Vyncent denies it. They get in a slight argument and soon after, Mynerva’s found dead. Vyncent blames himself and believes if he’d agreed that she’d still be there.

They properly meet when Will finds him crying and Vyncent asks what Will sees when he sees him, which Will replies with “Looks like a crying person?” and Vyncent is brought into the group quickly. He’s the last one to actually join the group

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mintmatcha · 2 years

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careful patchwork

okkotsu yuuta x reader - apocalypse au

cw: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! 18+, cisfem reader, blood, violence, slight gore, mentions of knives and needles, death, sex, mature themes!!!

wc: 5k

synopsis: when chance brings you into his life, Yuuta has to decide which parts of the past define him.

A/N: a big thank you to @heich0e for being my beta-reader. Your advice, love and friendship are so valuable to me!!!!!!!!

He first met you in a break in the chaos, in between the world falling apart.

Yuuta watched the fire crackle, the kindling consumed and logs just starting to catch. It painted the night with scarlet movement, as if the flame itself was alive and dancing. The glow barely illuminated the woods, casting only vague, gray shadows through the trees, the flame blinding him to everything outside of his circle. If he stared into the nothingness for too long, lost in the silence of the world and the silence of his own thoughts, his eyes would play tricks on him; a stray lick of flame would send shadows darting across his vision and his whole body would tense in reflex.

His body ached for sleep, ached to rest his head on a real pillow. The days had been long, the fights somehow longer. He was starting to think it’d never end.

Maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe this was life, he thought. Society crumbled so quickly, so permanently. One day he was going to school, dreading the monotonous drag of the day to day. The next, he was running. From everything and nothing, from past, from present, from future, caught in a strange new land that lived in the carcass of his old life.

He was starting to wish it would end.

He was starting to wish he would end.

Yuuta rubbed his hands on his jeans to clean them. They were his only pair, the denim stiff with the salt of his sweat and the toil of his travels. His mother used to reinforce the knees with bits of jeans that no longer fit.

( ‘I know you’re grown,’ she said, needle in hand and love in her voice, ‘But let me dote on you a bit longer. While I still can.’)

The calluses on his palms caught against the perfect stitching she left behind.

“If you’re going to attack me, you might as well do it already.” Yuuta called into the darkness when waiting became too much.

Someone lurked just beyond eyesight. This wasn’t a trick of the eye. He could hear how they slogged through the underbrush, growing ever closer. In between bites of mangled protein bar - expired pieces that broke apart in his hands- he waited, twisting his ring with his thumb, turning it over and over and over again in preparation. He ran the pad of his finger over the gem in a silent prayer, like a rosary, calling for Rika instead of some god he was afraid to meet.

The night laughed back.

“Don’t worry.” the voice in the woods was frail enough from him to believe it. “I don’t have any fight left in me.”

You walked right out of the night and into his life with an upward tilted chin and a sad, lost smile. It was almost… apologetic, like you were embarrassed for intruding more than anything else. Holding yourself around your middle, fingers digging into your side as if you’d fall apart without them, you dipped into a polite bow. Even in the low light, your arms glistened, smeared with dark, dark, dark unmistakable liquid that oozed through your shirt.

If Yuuta was someone else - a smarter person- he would have attacked before you even made it this close. Chaos makes men go wild, injury makes them panic. A wounded dog bites to protect itself, kills as to not be killed.

You were a victim of this life too, he thought. No supplies. no weapons, you had clearly been robbed and attacked, then left for dead like a stray dog. Just like him, you were stuck in the games and bloodshed that the universe demanded.

What would the other do? Gojo? Nanami? Kusakabe?

“Just looking for a warm place to sit," you said, like it explained everything. Yuuta just waited, watching you with an unblinking stare. His elbows sat on his knees, ready to push his tired body up at any moment and defend- maybe even attack.

Kusakabe was driven by fear. He’d attack, wouldn’t have even given you a chance to get this close. He wouldn’t hesitate to gut a stranger, injured or not.

(Kusakabe had gotten into a fight he could have avoided, but never could have won.)

Nanami was more rational. He’d wait, maybe even show compassion if the moment was right.

(It’s important to remember, Yuuta thought, that bits of Nanami were currently rotting in the summer heat.)

Gojo… Gojo would be Gojo. Cocky, annoying, and yet a total wildcard.

(Gojo’s gone in every way that matters.)

"If this is some sort of feint, I'm not falling for it." he said, popping more food into his mouth. Mongooses, he once learned, never get full. It keeps them sharp, keeps them ready to fight. If your body aches for more, you’re more willing to fight, more desperate to win.

(He might be getting too hungry- his pants barely cling to his waist anymore.)

“Just need a rest.” you said, never pulling your eyes from the fire. They were glazed over, barely blinking, “A nice, warm, rest.”

You unceremoniously crumpled over yourself, folding at the waist as your knees buckled, your free arm barely extending in time to stop yourself from falling face first into the grass. Injury makes the body move in strange ways, Yuuta thought. Every movement of your body seems foreign to you.

Yuuta pinched what was left in the crinkled seams of his snack and licked the dust from his fingers. He searched for the sweetness in the final mouthful, but it tasted more like dirt and the strange, tangy residue of blood more than honey granola. The night crackles in the wind, the steady creak and cry of tree branches rubbing together echoing through the woods.

Hunger still crawls in his ribs.

“I could kill you, you know.” he said after a while. Time and loss bought him more confidence… sometimes too much. He felt it stretch inside of him, flexing unnecessarily.

His words weren't a threat.

Just a statement. He could kill you. He’s done it before. The knife on his belt weighed heavy on his mind.

Nodding in agreement, you peeled your arm from your side. The laugh rattled deep in your lungs, soft and wet, a horrifyingly familiar sound. The light of the fire caught your face, shadows stretching over your features and painted your eye bags darker, making your expression grave even as you smile. Melancholic, Yuuta decided grimly, you were melancholic and resigned. As he eyed the fabric of your shirt unhindered for the first time, he could see why; it was soaked through, mangled into strips of dark reds and blacks, dirt mashed into every wet crevice he could see.There was too much- too much to tell where the source is, too much to be healthy, too much for him to keep looking at.

“Do it.” you invited him into yourself like a welcome guest, “It’d make my night a little easier.”

In this world, sometimes death could be mercy. That's what Gojo taught him, all those months ago when a woman broke into their makeshift camp. The image of her face clung to the corners of his mind, peaceful in only the last seconds of her life.

(“You saved her a lot of heartache.” Gojo had reassured him. Even when their hands were cleaned, after hours of scrubbing his full body in a stream, Yuuta swore he could still feel the tacky leftovers of blood on his face. “It was either you or her- she’s probably a lot happier now.”)

Yuuta turned his ring again. He didn’t let himself think about the incident often- if he did, the violence might start to define him. He debated killing you for longer than he wanted to admit. Only for mercy. Only to end the suffering. Maybe harm had become an inherent part of his person.

(Yuuta buried the woman with his own two hands, digging in the hard, frozen dirt until his fingernails split, until he could blame the tears on the frostbite. )

The fire popped, heat flickered and Yuuta swore he can feel the warm splatter of blood on his cheek again.

The universe is cruel enough. He doesn't have to be.

Yuuta scrounged around his backpack, feeling blindly the bottom for his provisions. A single bar remained, crushed and beaten between his med kit and belongings. Hunger -strong, sharp, intense hunger- nips for his attention again.

“Here.” Yuuta tossed it high, watching it sail over the fire and onto your lap. You didn’t move to catch it, letting it sit on your leg.

“Food.” Yuuta prompted, almost like you were a dog. When you didn’t move, sitting there like a forgotten ragdoll, he realized it might be an empty attempt at kindness.

Food wouldn’t help. It wouldn’t soothe anything that mattered.

“Just don’t die here,” Yuuta said after a long while.

You stared back. “I don’t think I have a choice.”

A surrealness sat between you. He hadn’t talked to anyone for two weeks, not since Gojo took off.

(This time two, maybe three years ago he was camping with Rika, kissing off the marshmallow fluff that clung to the sides of her mouth. She tasted like chocolate and smoke, laughed like life was sweet and never ending. When he closed his eyes, he could still hear it, tinkling in the recesses of his mind.)

Back then, he was good. He was kind. He was nothing more than a child, burdened by nothing but the potential future.

When he opened his eyes again, you were staring back, chapped lips parted in a deep inhale. He was no longer a child, now dragging the weight of his sins and hoping they would drown him before any sort of future could come to fruition-

But he could still be kind. Truly, absolutely kind in the old definition.

Yuuta stood, dragging his pack along with him as he made his way to you. He wished his hands didn’t fly to his weapon when you flinched, but instinct and self preservation were too deeply ingrained into his mind to ignore. You looked up, eyebrows furrowed and a funny, off kilter smile on your face. There wasn’t any fear on your face, no feral edge even as you eyed the weapon dangling from his belt. Just another person.

"There's always a choice. You’re gonna see tomorrow." Yuuta pulled the med kit from his bag. The bits and pieces clanked around the nearly empty tin, warning him about what he was about to do. Yuuta moved too quickly to reevaluate; he snapped open the lid and pulled out the antiseptic, ignoring how light the bottle had become.

“You’re gonna see the morning. Take off your shirt,” he said, saddling up beside you. When he reached for you, you flinched, pulling back with sudden alertness. Fear flashed over your features for a moment, then a resigned acceptance.

“Wow, buy a girl a drink first,” you said, the humor in your voice a shield. If he moved too quickly, your arm would recoil up over the injury, protecting yourself. Like a deer, spooked by the slightest of movements, you watched him with wide eyes, ready to flee or fight solely on instinct.

(The woman didn’t flinch when the blade caught her. She kept pushing forward, those fingers like claws around his neck-)

“You know, you’re funny for someone who’s bleeding out.” Yuuta interlaced his fingers with yours, the rough of your skinned knuckle pressed into his palm. “Do it with me.”

Neither of you were animals. You were people. You were human.

Together, you peeled the fabric from the skin, rolling it back until the wound stared back, shining and fresh. The touch of another human was foreign, the feel of skin - living, breathing, writhing- under his touch made his heart skip a beat.

When was the last time he touched another person?

(Living person. He can't count lifting that woman into her final resting place when her skin was so cold, so ridgid. He had seen death before, but never held it in his hands, never carried it’s weight.)

He never touched Gojo, definitely not Nanami…. It hit him that it's been months- maybe a year at this point. The last time he could recall was… the kitchen table, when his mother pinched his cheek before returning to her needlepoint.

Yuuta squeezed your hand tighter, faintly in shock as you both traced up your stomach and ribs. There’s no edge of sexual desire to it, just genuine appreciation at the comfort touching someone brings-

Until his fingers hit the gouge. It was long and impossibly straight, following along the curve of your ribs, stretching with each labored breath, the all encompassing smear of blood ever growing. Even face to face, he couldn’t tell the extent of the damage in the low light until he prodded and his fingers slipped inside.

You didn’t flinch, but drunk in the pain almost happily.

“This is fixable.” he mumbled, convincing neither him nor you, “We can stitch this up- you’re fixable.”

You hummed in agreement, head slipping forward, tilting down against your will. The edges of your mouth no longer pulled up.

“Hey, don’t go to sleep yet.” Yuuta nudged you by the shoulder, trying to hide his worry. The antiseptic dripped from the bottle and the once clear liquid ran pink, heavy with clotting and dirt. The smell of alcohol overpowered the woodsmoke and yet it didn’t feel like enough.

“It’s okay. I’m going to die anyway,” you said, as if sensing his worry. It reminded Yuuta of a book they read in school. Shakespeare’s Hamlet, with Ophelia welcoming the end with open arms. You were just like her, incapable of your own distress. “You’re wasting your time.”

("You’re wasting your time." Gojo had said as he watched Yuuta gather river stones from the snow capped bank. "No one’s ever gonna visit the grave anyway.")

“No, I’m not,” Yuuta whispered, “You have people who love you, who wanna see you again.”

You shook your head in a solemn no.

“Then pretend I love you,” he said, “I wanna see you again, ok? I want to see you in the morning.”

Your hand squeezed over his. “That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Yuuta sewed the wound with a needle and fishing line, leaving a jagged line that pulled much too tight in some places. Sterility was a lost cause- the needle slipped from his wet fingers over and over again, falling into the grass over and over again. Your body jolted with every prick, unable to stay still as time dragged on and on. By the time he had knotted the end, the fire had burnt to near embers, begging to be fed. It was nothing like the work he had seen on TV, but it seemed to slow the bleed enough to plaster it with his remaining bandages-- and that’s all Yuuta could ask for. He severed the line with the knife that was once buried in the woman and the steel tasted blood once again.

He thought of that woman with every breath, how he placed the river smoothed stones on top of her grave, how he checked her wallet for an ID, just so he could remember her with a name.

(There was nothing in her pockets.)

“Do you have a name?” Yuuta let himself crumble into you once he was done, head tucked into your shoulder. Anxiety ached in between his ribs and pressure pounded between his eyes: a sign of his body demanding food, water, sleep, relaxation, or something else he couldn't supply.

The silence stretched much too long, consumed by the drone of cicadas. The empty bottle rolled in the wind, the fire whispered as it approached slumber, but you stayed silent, dreadfully, painfully silent. Despair tasted like bile and felt like pricked fingers. Maybe the old world’s kindness really was a waste, maybe he could have spared you suffering with a swift death, maybe he had used his only medical supplies in vain--

Instead of praying for the things he needs, he prayed to see you in the morning.

“My husband called me darling.” the warble in your lungs only sounded worse, but the fact you were even responding made him want to cheer, “Since we’re in love and all… call me darling.”

For the first time in what felt like years, Yuuta laughed. It was deep, from the pit of his belly, the kind of laugh that ached in between his ribs. He couldn’t tell if it was from relief or sheer amusement.

He had a hunch if there was more time, he might actually love you one day.

“Okay, darling.” he said, “I’m Yuuta.”

“No,” you smiled one last time, “You’re also darling.”

The night passed slowly, measured only in intertwined breaths, long and deep. Eventually, the rhythm lulled Yuuta to a restless sleep, still draped over your form. The desire to be touched overwrote the awkwardness and worry, made him forget all else for a couple of moments until unconsciousness overtook him.

"Good morning, darling." he whispered, "Good, good morning."

When he awoke, you were cold. Morning dew clung to your eyelashes, thickening with the condensation from every breath, glimmering with the morning light. The scent of iron still clung to the air, coagulated blood just beginning to dry on your skin and his. Underneath his stiff hands, arthritic from hard living, your chest expands in short, sweet breaths.

The back of his mind wanted to keep him on edge, remind him of disease and illness, remind him that death could overcome you on any day, that the fight was long from over, but Yuuta refused to feel anything other than joy. First light was the first victory.

…..

He loves you in the peace times, as the world rebuilds.

Downstairs, in the half-fixed kitchen, the murmurs of Itadori's voice mixes with the crackle of fat in a hot cast iron. When Yuuta closes his eyes, he can picture the scene: Itadori trying to pluck the pork belly from the stove top with his bare hands and scorching the tips of his fingers once again. Toge is probably laughing- no, definitely laughing; he can hear the rumble of it through the floorboards- while pretending to supervise. He always perches himself on the counter, right next to the stove, so he can lean over and read Itadori's lips as he talks. Sometimes Toge signs so wildly that they all worry he'll catch his sleeves on the open flame.

Even with a pillow, stuffed with hand picked down, he still sleeps restlessly. He probably always will. The arm he drapes over you is tight, like he'd fall apart without you.

Later, Yuuta might admonish them for wasting meat for the third day in a row, but now he relishes the smell- warm. salty. comforting. It fills the house and overpowers the tang of mildew that clings to the air.

(When he met them both, there was fire. All consuming, it ate the edges of what used to be a pharmacy. The two of you had risked a lot to travel into town in search of antibiotics- later, he found out the same was true for the two strangers. The four of you stood and watched in horror as hope burned, a silent question hanging over all of you-- What now?)

Without either of them, this old farmhouse would still be bones. Itadori found the place sitting in a valley of fruit trees. Toge patched the roof while you began patching the windows, preparing for the upcoming winter.

Yuuta tilled the fields with his bare hands, the dark, fertile, soft soil staining his skin and nail beds.

(He only thought about the woman he buried once, when he found a soft, weathered stone in the ground. )

(This morning, the same stone sits on the nightstand. )

Yuuta pulls you closer and buries his nose into the nape of your neck, his hand finding the weal of scarring on your side. Holding it has become second nature: pressure for the nights when it reopened, protection to keep you from turning in your sleep.

The spot itself is still inflamed and puffy, with bits of fishing line forever trapped inside, but it's whole. That’s all he can ask for. It held you together for him. It held you together with him.

Your breathing shifts and Yuuta knows you’re awake; he presses open mouth kisses against your skin. You move without looking, reaching behind you to tangle fingers in his shaggy, black hair and pull him closer, dragging him until his face finds yours. The first kiss is a chaste hello, nothing more but a fleeting thing, but you dip back in for a second, then a third. He knows his breath must taste like sleep and yet you pull him time and time again, like drinking him in is the most important thing in the world.

With his eyes still closed, he still can find his favorite spots of you: the fat of your chest, the curve of your hip, the hem of your panties. He’s mapped and explored every inch of your body countless times and yet he itches to travel again. You must feel the same; your nails gently brush over his jaw, his collarbone, his hipbone, traveling down to the elastic hem of his pants. It’s genuine appreciation at the comfort touching someone brings, innocent and fleeting, but it grows, each kiss begetting another until each touch burns.

No words are exchanged- you both come together together silently. As he peels your underwear to the side, you shimmy his pants down just far enough for his half hard cock to fall free and glaze your asscheek with precum. The heat of your pussy alone makes his hips stutter against you. The thin walls and floors give way to most sounds, so he keeps his sounds as quiet as he can, speaking only in needy, keening breaths meant for you and you alone.

Your real name is reserved for whispers across your skin when the two of you are alone. He anoints you with it like holy oil, bathes you in loving praise.

You whisper his name back as he enters you, filling you completely and fully.

There’s no rush to the roll of his hips or the press of his fingers, no push to finish anytime soon. Sex is nothing more than existing in the present as he loves you properly. If he could, this would last forever and the outside world would pause until it crumbled once again-

Of course, the moment never stays. Your body stretches as you cum, partially trying to shake off the lull of sleep. The side with the scar doesn't bend quite the same. He follows suit, carefully pulling from your warmth and ruining the sheets below.

(‘What happens if you guys accidentally- ya know?’ Itadori gestured to his stomach as if holding a watermelon there, cradling something imaginary. The response at the time had been embarrassment and fear, but now, sometimes Yuuta longs for the possibility-- looks forward to the future where it happens.)

(That was the best part of all this. Finding things to look forward to again instead of always thinking back.)

As you both bask in each other, there's a knock at the door and you both quickly scramble to cover yourselves with the thin sheet.

Toge cracks the door, hand jokingly over his eyes with splayed fingers, blocking nothing. Then, he brings his hands to his chest, dragging the middle fingers down with a flick, as if brushing off his clothes. With an accusatory point, he sticks out his tongue and silently gags in an over top display of disgust.

"Relax, we aren't naked," Yuuta half lies with his pants around his knees and your nipples visible through the sheet. Sex tussled hair suits you.

Toge makes v-shapes with his hands and taps them together wildly before pointing again, a shit-eating grin smeared across his face.

You gasp, mostly mockingly. "We were not fucking!"

He nods with a roll of his eyes and a shit-eating grin. Yeah, sure. He taps all the fingers of his dominant hand against his lips twice -the sign for food- before closing the door. You both wait until you hear him hit the bottom step, the rotten one that whines under weight, before relaxing.

"I’m just glad he wasn’t a couple minutes earlier.” you say as you scuttle out from Yuuta’s grasp. The morning light peeks through the slats of wood, painting half of his face with light as he cranes to follow. When you look back at him, the split of a smile across your face, Yuuta thinks this is how it must feel to be chosen by God, to bathe in something divine.

“Good morning, darling.” your words are holy with the weight they hold. Love unsaid hangs in the air.

“Good, good morning, darling.” Yuuta says.

As you journey around the room, pulling on the cleanest bits of clothing you can find, you hum your morning song. It’s something your husband used to sing each morning, a song Yuuta only knows through your memories, and yet he sings along under his breath. When he joins in, you laugh, head thrown back with sheer joy. Yuuta takes the moment to admire you, in all your glory, in all your flaws, in all your humanity. The world outside these doors isn’t perfect. It’ll probably never return to where it was, but within these walls he has found sanctuary.

Not just in your hands. In this whole… commune, for lack of a better term. The four of you have stability, have a makeshift family that you all carved into the bones of this home. Chance was the thread that stitched you all together, but love is the hand that pulls it taut.

Sometimes, it feels like he’s always loved you.

"When do you think it stopped being pretend?" Yuuta asks.

"What?"

"Loving each other." he clarifies. Yuuta clutches the chain around his neck without thinking. Your engagement ring, the one your husband gave you all those years ago, hangs around it, sitting low enough that sometimes it presses into his clavicle. It has lost its diamond, but it glitters all the same. "When did it stop being pretend?"

You pull on a shirt that was once his. "Was it ever really?"

The gold is warm against the calluses on his palm. He twists it over and over again to feel it catch against the silver links. Tick. Tick. Tick. He counts them endlessly to his own comfort, like a nun over her rosary. “I mean, of course it was.”

“Maybe it wasn’t full-on love, but I had a hunch.” you pause to consider, pursing your lips in thought, "Maybe you just loved me like a stranger then. You love me like a wife now.”

When you dip to grab your pants from the floor, your own necklace falls from your shirt. The familiar green gem glints in the sunlight and, for the first time in a long time, Yuuta thinks of Rika.

“I don’t think love ever dies or is born,” you say, “It just changes shape or redirects.”

He used to think you have pieces of Rika in you. Now, the paradigm has shifted, time has passed, and she has pieces of you. He can’t imagine her voice anymore in the same way he can’t picture his mother’s face.

"Come on-" Itadori's voice bounces off the empty stairwell, "We're waiting!"

Toge claps in agreement.

He used to hold the past too tightly, in hopes it never slips away, but letting go has brought him here. Moving forward isn’t forgetting. Loving again isn’t the death of first love.

"They're waiting, slow poke. Time to get going." you say, standing at the door.

Yuuta lets himself move on with the day. He gets up and pulls on his pants, the reinforced fabric tight against his knees both a reminder of what he’s lost and what he’s gained. When you open the door and morning’s first light pours in, he can make out uneven stitching around the elbow of your shirt. Silvery white thread that he unraveled from his own clothing scraps, sewn by candlelight solely to dote on you, catches the sunlight.

Love doesn’t die, it just changes shape. His mom lives on in his needle pricked fingers, just as your husband lives on in broken choruses.

(Inumaki's brother is in the sign language flourishes that only the five of you understand. Itadori's grandfather died before the fall and yet he joins you all at family breakfasts.)

“What’s with that face?” you ask from over your shoulder, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Nothing,” Yuuta says, “Just in love, I guess.”

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