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gingerel · 2 years

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One of the things Oka likes most about Dope Sketch is how tight his customer base is - it’s not great for profits, sure, but it means he knows everyone well enough to provide what they need without being asked.

Except he doesn’t recognise this customer and Oka would definitely remember him if he’d ever come through his doors before today.

"Welcome to Dope Sketch," Oka greets as he pushes through the front door.

He gets a smile in return, one side of his mouth pulling up in a way that seems reluctant but reveals a dimple right there on his cheek all the same.

"Let me know if you need anything," Oka offers and his reward is a nod, and the joy of watching his form shuffle deeper into the store.

He's cute. There's no other word for it even though he towers over Oka by more than a few inches and eclipses him in breadth just as handily. But there's a softness to the cheeks above his sharp jaw and a rounded nose that's just begging to be kissed.

Oka shakes his head, dragging his eyes away from the customer. Ogling is a bad first impression, even if he's doing it from afar. If he kept his eyes in his head while dark and brooding red cap was here, he can manage it now — even if tall and impressive is much more his type.

Oka wonders how long they've been skating, if he's come here via S - where Oka gets a lot of his trade — or if he'd found them of his own volition. Maybe Reki or Langa would recognise him right off, might have skated right by his side before, but they’re at school right now.

Oka tries not to stare as the customer stops in front of a shelf, bending slightly at the waist to get a closer look at their offering of wheels.

Sketchy gives one of his strange little barks and trills softly to get his attention. Oka can’t help but feel like he looks smug.

"Don't look at me like that," Oka mutters at him and Sketchy scoots forward to rub his face along Oka’s fingers.

“Hey.”

Oka looks back up to find the customer right in front of the counter now.

“I cracked a wheel,” he explains, almost apologetically. “And I can’t find the ones I normally buy.”

He’s dressed simply, a leather jacket over a deep purple t-shirt and slightly distressed jeans. There’s a studded cuff on his wrist and Oka wonders if there’s more to this man than a soft swoop of his hair and the gentle cadence of his voice suggests. From the pocket of that jacket, he pulls a wheel, familiar to Oka only because he doesn’t keep it in general stock.

“I normally special order those in,” Okay explains.

The customer tilts his head. “I didn’t realise that,” he says.

“I might have some out the back,” Oka says. “If not, I can get some in just a couple days.”

“Either option is great,” he says, smiling a little. “I’m not changing wheels.”

Oka smiles too, asking, “Have you just moved here?”

The customer laughs, shaking his head like Oka’s just made the silliest crack in the whole world.

“Where do you normally go for your stuff?” Oka asks - somewhere specialist enough if he only uses wheels like this, but Oka doesn’t know of another skate shop within an easy distance. That’s probably the reason they’re still in business.

The customer quiets down, blinking at Oka in confusion. “Reki usually sorts it out for me.”

“Reki —”

“Brings it right to S, like you ask him to,” he explains.

He’s grinning now, a touch nervous and Oka watches him spin that wheel over his finger.

“Shadow?”

“In the flesh - but, Hiromi, if you want.”

“Hiromi,” Oka repeats. “Wow.”

They’ve never met before, not face to face, not outside of S. And even at S they don’t really interact. Shadow had always been something of a thorn in Reki’s side and Oka’s many not superb things but he’s certainly loyal.

Hiromi’s face goes a little pink, but he rolls his eyes.

“Didn’t you just replace your wheels?” Oka asks, knowing it’s true because he’d only last week boxed up a set along with a new travel tool kit as per Shadow’s online order. Oka’s never bothered to insist on real names for orders, not while he’s still getting paid.

Stupid, really, but he’d never once stopped to consider that Shadow existed in the world without his face paint occasionally.

“I might have done something reckless,” Hiromi admits and Oka laughs. Skateboarders are all the same in that way. After a few beats of quiet Hiromi asks him, “What were you gonna do? If I was new.”

Oka looks away, pretending to check stock on the computer but is honest when he says, “Ask you out for coffee or something. Help you settle in.”

“Oh,” Hiromi says. It was a silly thing to admit in the first place and doubly so, Oka suddenly realises, when one of the only things he does know about Shadow - Hiromi - is his long-standing infatuation with his boss.

“Sure,” Hiromi says.

Oka looks up, finds Hiromi a lot pinker in the face and barely able to keep eye contact with Oka.

“Sure?” Oka clarifies. “You want to have coffee with me?”

Hiromi nods, then shrugs. “Not coffee specifically but yeah - we should go for a drink or something. I’d like that.”

“I’ve heard what happens when you drink,” Oka teases.

Hiromi rolls his eyes again. “You shouldn’t listen to the kids about that stuff.”

“Well, you should tell me what’s really true when I buy you a drink tomorrow,” Oka says.

Hiromi smiles. “Absolutely - except it’ll be my treat, of course.”

Oka gets the feeling he might be hard to argue with on that account.

#shadoka #unexpected love #sk8 fanfic #SK8 the Infinity #myficlets

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eunoiaastralwings · 2 years

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Unexcepted Love - Chapter 11

chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six chapter seven chapter eight chapter nine chapter ten

featuring erestor x fem oc

fandom tolkien- lord of the rings

Tara stared at the book in her hand – while she waited for Lady Taniara for their usual evening tea.

She had been staring at the words for 30 minutes now – but the elleth still wouldn’t be able to tell anyone what was written there.

Her mind was somewhere else – it kept replaying the words Erestor told her.

Isn’t this what she wanted?

Her love wasn’t unrequited anymore – so why was so hesitant in accepting the truth?

Erestor spoke his feelings clearly – albeit is wasn’t any declaration of love, but it was Erestor.

She sighed and rubbed her temples – what was wrong with her?

Tara should accept this – why else would she be concerned about his well being and take care of him while he was under pain.

Her fingertips could still feel the trace of the scar she felt on his face.

The elleth felt utterly stupid.

No – there wasn’t any ill feelings towards the ellon – there was still her unspoken love for him.

So why was she hesitating in accepting his hand? – Some part left like it was humiliation she put herself in – showing up drunk into an ellon’s chambers.

Then – there was the usual snarky Erestor again – who demanded she was still not equipped to do more than corrections.

Love interest or not – Erestor never let work flatter.

The only thing different from before – was the linger touches and gazes.

“Sorry, am late, mellon nin.”

The sound of her friend’s voice was enough to pull the elleth out of her mind.

She smiled at the eldest daughter of Imladris as she explained of her twin brothers kept delaying her.

“They just want to spend time with their big sister.”

Tara winked – causing Taniara is roll her eyes.

“Outsiders might think otherwise.”

They talked about their days – how the celebrations were a success as they prepared each other’s tea.

The fresh smell of chamomile filling the air as they conversed. Tara telling of Greenwood and Taniara spoke about Lothlorien and her grandparents.

Tara wondered how her friend felt to be connected not only the line of Finarfin, but also the line of Fingolfin – 2 of the three sons of Finwe himself.

But luckily enough – Taniara didn’t have to worry about her ancestors causes, her parents had cleared as much as they could for the lives of there children. Her paying most of the price – thankfully she’s safe – in the fields of Valinor.

“Is there anything going on between yourself and master Erestor?”

Tara’s tea suddenly went down the wrong way – she coughed for her dear life.

The questions flew out of nowhere – changing the topic of discussion.

Taniara leaned across in concern and rubbed her friend’s back.

“Are you alright?”

She asked, alarmed.

“Am OK – but why suddenly ask me that question?”

The flustered elleth asked – she then began to wipe away any bit of tea spilled on her dress.

“It’s just you’re always together – something could blossom. Not to mention the fact – Master Erestor seem to be less – how do I put this – less grumpy?”

Tara almost rolled her eyes.

“He’s just satisfied he can dump the dirty work on someone else.”

The elleth grumbled – surprised she was suddenly talking about the same ellon that made her heart beat fast and made her cheeks red like the fourth son of Feanor.

“Really? – Mellon nin, you do not find him charming?”

“Why – do you?”

The elleth asked back with a laugh.

“I admit he can be charming – but I have grown to see him as an elder brother or uncle of sorts – than anything else.”

Tara hummed in thought.

“But how do you mind him?”

“I do not know – is he as handsome as King Thranduil? Or even prince Legolas?”

Tara smirked.

“Isn’t princes Legolas younger than you?”

Lady Taniara raised an eyebrow.

“One can dream, milady.”

Causing the elleth next to her to burst out laughing.

“This is scandalous behavior, lady Tara.”

“Only because my lady requested these words.”

At that Lady Taniara rolled her eyes.

She was about to retort back when Arwen came into sights.

“Muinthel – father wishes to speak with you.” (sister).

Lady Taniara sighed.

“Am afraid, we have to cut this short, mellon nin.”

“It is alright, Master Erestor has left me plenty of work anyways.”

Taniara nodded and left.

Arwen stayed with Tara for a few minutes – before Aragorn came to whisk the elleth away.

Tara smiled fondly at the couple – and hoped the future would be bright for them.

She got – getting ready to leave when she suddenly bumped into a familiar face.

“Well?”

He questioned her.

“What?”

She frowned at him.

“Would you call me as handsome or more – than that sassy king of Mirkwood and his prince?”

Tara’s eyes widened in horror.

“First of all – you should not be addressing the king like that! – Second of all, you should not be eavesdropping of other people’s conversations.

She hissed.

“Is it my fault yourself and young Lady Taniara’s voices is loud for any walking souls to hear? – Am sure you’re precious king Thranduil could hear you from here. Isn’t he the one that spoke wise words of your skills, my lady?”

Tara rolled her eyes.

“He only did so because I indeed possess those qualities – not because I was busy giving him favors. At least – he saw the good in me – than judge me at first sight and insist am good enough!”

Tara felt tears prick her eyes – but there it was.

The truth – she finally learnt why she was so hesitant even though she loved him so much.

It hurt so much – the one you loved even though they returned your feelings still saw your skills and everything you stood for worthless.

There was different between loving a person – and loving a person for who they are.

Erestor needed to understand that – he only saw what’s on the outside – not anything Tara’s eyes viewed.

He gritted his teeth and balled his fists.

Little did she know. . .

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sapphic-mystic · 2 years

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wasn’t expecting to fall in love with her but here we are

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bl-bam-beyond · 2 years

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BL- BOYS' LOVE:

Series: THE TUXEDO (2022, THAILAND)

Aioun (PHONGSATHORN PADUNGKTIWONG aka GREEN) has fallen completely for poor little rich boy Mr. Nawee (SUPPACHEEP CHANAPAI aka CHAP)

Mr. Nawee barely made it out of his house to get to Aioun's place for his birthday. Only to find Aioun has a defacto fiancée. As Mr. Nawee decides to Male excuses and leave. Aioun claims he needs more measurements for the suit (he already made his suit so it's a lie) Once alone Aioun confesses his feelings claiming his girlfriend isn't his girlfriend. He intiates a kiss.

#THE TUXEDO #THAILAND #BL SERIES #My GIFS #UNEXPECTED LOVE #RICH BOY #SUCCESSFUL TAILOR #PERSONALITY CHANGE #SOCIAL PHOBIA #CONFESSION PLUS KISS #BIRTHDAY #GIFS by ME #GAGAOOLALA

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smokeyfuzz · 2 years

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Chapter Two: Collide

2017 - March

You had fallen asleep against him again as you rode the train home that day, breathing heavily as your book bag sat gathered around your feet. The yellow hoodie he usually wore was covering your smaller frame, keeping you warm as he had given it to you earlier when you shivered in the cool spring air. His own arm was securely tucked behind you, holding you close from the leering eyes of an upperclassman a few rows down who attended your school.

He was some jock who was used to getting what he wanted, except you had seemed to be the odd case out as you rejected his advances politely. This only seemed to have spurred him on further, the idea of a challenge pleasing him. It however, did not please Yuji who unconsciously pulled you even further into him, your head nestling under the crook of his neck with a small sigh. He glared at the jock as he watched him get off at his exit, almost daring him to come try something with you so it would give him a reason to hit him.

When he felt you move beneath him once more, shifting away from his hold and stretching did he only realize you had woken up, his expression softening. You gave him a small smile, completely clueless to the previous events.

“Did I fall asleep again?” you asked in embarrassment as you hurriedly wiped a hand to the corner of your mouth to ensure you hadn’t drooled. It had happened before and when it did Yuji had simply laughed, making fun of your occasional sleeping habit. You remember glaring at him when it happened, until finally he apologized.

“Yeah,” he replied, “but you didn’t drool, so that’s a plus.”

You lightly hit his chest and he let out a throaty laugh.

He watched as you leaned forward then, opening your backpack as you pulled out a small gift, handing it to him. “Happy birthday,” you smiled.

To be honest, Yuji had completely forgotten his own birthday. With his grandfather’s health going down recently and focusing on school, his own birthday was honestly the last thing on his mind. The gaze he gave you was genuine surprise and appreciation.

A light blush crossed your cheeks as you shrugged, already knowing what he was going to say. “Just because you forgot didn’t mean I did.” You watched him roll his eyes. “So happy birthday.”

He opened the gift carefully given how neatly you had wrapped it, a small box now before him. He lifted the lid, seeing a small rope bracelet adorned with a stainless steel pendant in the middle with a simple sunflower engraved on the metal. He smiled to himself as he slipped it on, remembering the memory. To others’ it may be strange, but to him and you it meant everything. The sunflower symbolizes when you first became friends all of those years ago as little kids, when your class visited an animal farm and you had found yourselves running through a field of sunflowers playing tag.

“You like it?” you asked, biting your lip worriedly. Usually Yuji was easy to gift for, but sometimes you got it wrong.

He cradled his wrist, feeling the train slowing down. Your stops were coming up and he would walk you home, with plans to see you later to grab dinner after spending time with his grandfather.

“I love it, thank you,” he grinned at you.

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2018 – June

He was staring down at the bracelet that still hung off his wrist, sitting on the edge of your bed with you beside him. You had grabbed a throw pillow on your bed, picking at a loose thread as it sat on your lap.

You both went to speak first, each stopping midway when you realized it.

“So you ate a fing-” “You said you were movi-”

You let out a sigh, guilt washing over you. Sure, Yuji may be feeling bad for making you worried about him, but he was certainly not really guilty of anything. You were sure he did what he did because he had a reason, not to be dumb.

“I should’ve told you,” you started, looking over to him with sad eyes, showing your sincerity of the statement. “Or I should’ve tried to explain. I… I just…” You let out a frustrated groan as he watched you quietly, trying to explain but failing. You knew Yuji could be both fair and temperamental. You hoped you wouldn’t see his anger, but you knew it would be deserved if you did. “I’m sorry, Yuji.”

Your hands were fumbling with the string now and you knew your anxiety was going to have you destroying the pillow. You were surprised to find his large hand placed on top of yours’ as he tried to calm your nerves.

Sure he was angry. Hell, he was feeling a lot of things right now. His own guilt, his joy at seeing you, his grief over the loss of his grandfather and the fragile state of your friendship from so many years ago, and even deeper a sense of desire. He tried to ignore that feeling, rationalize it as hormones because yes, you were attractive, but you guys were friends and that would only complicate things.

He also understood that this world was complex and expecting someone new to the environment to try to explain it to someone who would probably never be a part of it seemed like a fruitless endeavor.

He brushed his thumb across your knuckles, still feeling the slight twitch of nervous hands under his own until finally they began to fall still. It was a simple gesture, one he used as kids when you were nervous about a class presentation or were growing anxious.

“I should’ve told you,” you said again, eyes focused on his hand. “I hated lying to you. Hated myself. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.

“I… I thought if I didn’t tell you I would be protecting you,” you answered honestly, frustrated at yourself for allowing him to be in this dangerous world. You had seen a lot since you started and the last thing you wanted was the people you cared about being put in harm's way.

He wanted to laugh. Lot of help that did. You noticed the small smirk pull at the corner of his lips and you couldn’t help the irritation wash over you, pulling your hands out from under his as you discarded the pillow onto the bed and stood up.

“That’s funny to you?” you asked, crossing your arms. He went to respond, but you continued talking. You had changed a bit since he had last seen you. You were more confident, more hot-headed (you blamed Gojo). You had to grow up fast in this world in order to survive it. “Do you realize how dangerous what I do is? Do you realize that I barely talk to anyone from before this” - you reference the space with your hands - “even my family, anymore? I am proud of what I do, Yuji. I am helping people - but that doesn’t mean this was easy for me or still is. And now you have a literal curse in you. I mean, you could’ve died… Jesus, you still could.”

He stands too, also now frustrated, because if you had stopped and listened you would have heard him apologize for his involuntary response. To think a year ago you probably would’ve realized this before erupting into a fight. It was crazy what time could do to a friendship.

“It was your choice, Y/n,” he argues back. “Just like it was mine. So don’t pretend like you’re the victim here. We’ve both made mistakes and don’t pretend like lying to me back then wasn’t the easier option for you.”

He says it more harshly then he intended to, or perhaps he had always sounded that way and you never realized it as kids growing up because as far as you could tell, he could do no wrong. What’s even worse is a part of you knew he was right, you were just stubborn as shit sometimes to admit it. You’re both heated and you can tell he’s angry. Your own frustration is hitting you like waves, trying to suck you under until you drown. You hated it, but when you got angry, your natural response was to start crying. As if your body couldn’t handle the flash of rage and it had to respond as if you were in turmoil.

You look away from him then, blinking rapidly to try to avoid the sheds of tears that threatened to escape your eyes, flexing your jaw as you tried to calm down. You didn’t want the pity you were sure he was feeling at seeing you like this. His own eyes watched you, realizing the state you were in and took a few hesitant steps towards you. He wanted to encase you in a hug, but resisted the urge.

You had both your selfish and selfless reasons for never admitting the truth to him until now. You had told yourself you would tell him eventually, maybe when you understood it all more, but time and distance made that difficult when you began to speak less and less.

You brought a hand to your eyes, quickly wiping them as you returned his gaze with one that showed exhaustion. He still seemed on edge, but everything about him had visually softened for the most part.

“Why did you eat the finger?” you asked him, deciding to change the subject.

“My friends and Fushiguro were in trouble,” he explained. “I had met Fushiguro earlier and he had told me about the finger. I didn’t really see another option to saving them, and in truth it was my fault. My friends and I were going to see if we could talk to spirits through it, but...”

“It didn’t work and now you have a cursed spirit in you,” you said, clicking your tongue as you tried to let yourself calm down too. You ran your hand through your hair, eyeing him carefully as you noticed the bracelet still on his wrist. How hadn’t you noticed it earlier? Your heart warmed at the sight of it, aiding in your overall relaxation. “Are you okay, Yuji?”

You weren’t sure how he was going to respond and you were somewhat surprised you had asked the question. You felt like you knew so little of his life now and you were sure he did too, despite your histories with one another. What had happened in his life, despite saving Megumi and the others, that led to him here in your room? What about his education, his family?

“My grandfather passed away,” he choked out, turning as he returned to the edge of your bed and you instinctively followed him. Oh.

It may have been a year since you saw one another and many months since you last really spoke, and yes, you just did argue, but you found yourself embracing him as you stood before him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him to your stomach and chest. His own arms froze for a second before he wrapped them around your waist securely. You felt his face bury into you and you were surprised to hear a soft sob escape his lips.

Yes, he had already cremated his grandfather and made a promise to grant others a “good death”, but it didn’t mean he was done grieving. His grandfather was all he really had left anyways, since you left and his parents’ were never really in his life.

You place your hands on either side of his face, raising his head to look into your eyes as you gave him a caring smile. “Hey, hey,” you shushed, leaning down and pecking his forehead with a light kiss that left him, despite his own crying, blushing. “It’ll be okay, I promise.”

And you meant it, because now that he was here in your life again, you were going to do everything you could to protect him and help him.

He didn’t respond, simply burying his face into your stomach once more as he tried to let his grief wash away.

“I missed you,” he murmured suddenly and you found yourself nodding, despite the fact he couldn’t see it.

“Me too,” you said softly.

The following day…

It was late when Yuji finally left your room. You had spent most of the night catching up after your argument, somehow easily slipping into old patterns with one another.

You laid on your back, staring up at the ceiling as you absentmindedly worked your fingers through his soft hair as you remembered it comforted him when he felt sad. He was going on about school, his new friends, and memories of his grandfather, his fingers interlaced on his stomach as he would occasionally hum from your touch. Somehow your romantic relationship with Megumi never came up, murmuring your own new found friends and the life you found in Jujutsu Tech.

Eventually you both had begun to get drowsy and when Yuji heard you breathing heavily above him, your own hands stilling in his hair, did he crane his neck and see your eyes closed shut. He had thrown a blanket over your body, tucking you in and watching your sleeping form, he permitted himself to relive another old habit as he leaned forward and placed a delicate kiss on your forehead before returning to his own room.

When you awoke early that morning, still in your school uniform, you were confused until you remembered the events from the night before. Exhaustion swept across your body at the thought of the stress that consumed your body, knowing Yuji was here now - that his fate seemed to be locked in place with a curse as you took a shower and changed, later meeting your peers and mentor at the train station.

At first glance Megumi seemed unbothered - distracted by something on his phone and choosing not to glance up at your arrival like he had done lately. You had meant to text him last night and this morning, understand what he knew and go over your own history with Yuji with him, but another part of you had yourself holding back. It was the part of you that was uncertain about where you stood with Megumi - despite the fact he felt like your boyfriend. Nothing was ever clearly defined, he never introduced you as his girlfriend. You felt he held the world cup for being hard to read.

Then you noticed Yuji - all sunshine, sunflowers and glee. He was excitedly babbling off in Megumi’s ear, a new school uniform that must’ve been gifted to him from Gojo like your’s had been.

“Y/n!” Yuji exclaimed excitedly, waving his hand enthusiastically as he noticed your approaching form. You noticed Megumi’s own ears perk up, finally glancing up at you as he pocketed his phone.

Despite everything going on, you decided it was better to carry on with the day, treating it normally than letting the recent events overwhelm you. Afterall, if there was one highlight, it was that you were reunited with your friend.

“Nice outfit,” you smirked, taking in the red hood of his jacket.

Before Yuji could reply Gojo perked up at the comment, looking down at his students as he ruffled Yuji’s hair who didn’t seem to mind. “I custom ordered it for him.” You watched as the comment made Yuji slightly beam in pride.

You shimmied between Megumi and Yuji, your eyes fleeting to the dark haired boy. Discreetly, you moved your hips to lightly bump against the side of his, sending him a small, soft smile. Even in public you kept your romance relatively private, especially after Gojo’s discovery of it to keep his teasing to a minimum. You were both shy when it came to intimacy - Megumi even more so - when with others. It was only behind closed doors did he seem more open.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” he replied, quieter before looking away.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion, but before you could say anything else of it, Yuji was ushering you all along towards a stand, his hand effortlessly slipping into your own as he pulled you beside him. Another intrinsic action on his part from your time spent as kids that he didn’t really think anything of. You couldn’t help the blush crawling up your neck and into your ears as you quickly glanced back at Megumi and Gojo who were walking next to one another, Gojo clearly more entertained by the environment around him as he ignored his students, eyeing a food stand in the distance that sold some sweet mochi.

Yuji’s hand fell to his side as he looked at the stand that held treats for him to eat - crepes, popcorn, melon pan bread. He was already paying for two different foods and a ridiculous pair of sunglasses when Megumi slid up beside you both, an annoyed look on his face.

“Look at me Fushiguro,” Yuji laughed, showcasing his “Rook” sunglasses proudly.

Before he Fushiguro could respond you heard an aggressive huff in the distance as your eyes fleeted to an argument unraveling before you. A girl dressed similarly to you three and Gojo was yelling at a scout.

“What the hell, don’t run. Come out and say what you think,” she said, grabbing the guy by the collar.

“This is real embarrassing,” Yuji noted, watching the guy scramble for words as the girl eyed him dangerously.

You didn’t miss the side-eye Megumi sent Yuji’s way, an unamused: “Yeah, so are you” passing his lips.

“Hey, over here!” Gojo interjected, sliding up along you all as motioned towards the unknown girl.

She gave you all a bewildered look before you followed her to the lockers where she put away her belongings.

“Right, I’d like to you meet-”

“Nobara Kugasaki,” the girl finished, hand placed on her hip as she eyed you all. “You should be honored.”

You struggled to get a read on her, the overconfidence stifling whether you liked her or not. You were sure she was good at her craft given that sorcerers could be rare to few, but her personality was a bit much initially - almost reminding you of Maki who you had come to appreciate.

“I’m Yuji Itadori, from Sendai,” Yuji leaned forward, pointing at himself with a wide smile.

Megumi gave an indifferent look, but simply uttering: “Fushiguro.”

You gave a small polite wave. “Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you.”

Her look was all judgment before huffing out her own displeasure from the situation as you all shared an unpleasant look with one another.

It was only when Gojo proclaimed Tokyo as your next destination did the moods begin to lift, Nobara and Yuji rushing to him excitedly before arguing between themselves about where to go. Even though you were a bit excited, you looked over at Megumi worriedly, not missing his unusual tone of dismissiveness and quietness today.

Before you could question him, Gojo was moving you all along towards the next destination: Tokyo.

#itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #jjk angst #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #nobara kugisaki #fluff #romance #jjk imagines #friends to lovers #unexpected love #fanfic #i miss you #fuck you #slow burn

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