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the pasta guy fic is adorable my heart can't 🥹 ✨

ooo thank you Jacy!! i would have liked to update it but don't got time for anything these months 😵‍💫 will do my best to finish the last piece! really thank you for the compliments <3

also the Law hcs i requested you are the best! easily one of my favorites, feel like kicking my feet in the air ☺️☺️

#one piece #kid pirates #massacre soldier killer #killer one piece x reader

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(1/2) From pasta guy, to boyfriend

A/N: i'm almost at episode 1030, finally the others are showing up more like Kid, Killer and Law; can't find any new Killer fics so decided my next work should be one

WC: 2,3k

Contents/Warnings: n/a, very light fic, modern!au ig, fluff, slice of life, gn!reader, trying out new format

Synopsis: Your cravings have led you to a small local restaurant, and surprisingly, bring you to a new romantic interest.

Noodles, spaghetti, pasta.

Sometimes they are all over your tiktok's for you page, or your youtube's feed shorts. That's how you end up awake at noon, looking closely at your phone as someone makes pasta from scratch in video. One can't help it, the process is so interesting although you've watched the same thing countless times: throw in a few eggs, flour, milk and salt in a bowl, mixing that soon gives you a puffy dough, from there the process gets overcomplicated– you just know the ingredients are the same every time.

You blame them for making you so hungry, and robbing you of your sleep.

That's also how you end up in front of a small luncherie, after spending too much time craving those delicious dishes, that you actually gave in and decided to go for it.

The front of the building looks so welcoming, a mix of pastel green and beige makes for a nice touch of painting, accompanied by the large window panes that give a view of the inside. Under your feet at the entrance is a doormat that says "benvenuto!" and upon your head, at the front of the shop is written "àite milis" as in the name of the place. Honestly you have no idea of both of their meanings, but you keep the words to yourself to translate them later.

Your entry isn't as peaceful as when you arrived, though, when the door is pushed outwards in the same time as you try to push it in to enter- whoever is inside was stronger, though, as you barely dodge it when it comes swinging your way with force, as if you hadn't even tried to push it.

"Agh!" You can't help but quip as you step back, avoiding being squashed between the door and the wall.

A surprised grunt comes from the doorframe, where a tall guy with a mask stands frozen, probably shocked with what just almost happened. You can't quite see his eyes from under those blond bangs, but he is surely looking at you wide eyed from the rise of his shoulders.

"Oh my, I'm very very sorry, I didn't see you behind the door."

The guy approaches, inspecting your face for any bruises – mainly because you are still spooked and planted to your feet. His warm hand lands on your shoulder, and you can't help but notice his whole arm looks crazy toned, and your face is lined perfectly with his chest since he's crazy tall too.

You don't let those thoughts cloud for long, taking a step back to look at him properly. "Sorry! Didn't see you coming out too, I got distracted by the place, haha."

"I- …" His head tilts slightly at your saying, and you notice how long his blond hair really is, as it weaves behind him when he turns, a few strands falling upon his shoulders by the movement. "Is that so? Why do you say that?"

"Well the colors are nice! What can I say, it's my first time here." You keep yourself from explaining your reasons during every exchange between strangers, but that only gives him more fuel to continue talking.

He nods, something in his posture changes from lax to a more attentive way– actually, he sorta looks… joyful. "I see, come inside then." His hand leaves your shoulder and waves you in, walking back inside with a skip on his step, so he is happy, why?

"It looks even better on the inside."

You can hear him call as you enter behind him, truthfully, you agree. The floor is boarded (but painted white) and the tables are also made with wood material, the brown matches well with the colors on the wall, white and blue that comes in stripes. The counter is the same color as the tables, it counts with a few comfortable looking stools. How cute, the tablecloths are black with white polka dots! Everything looks delicate and under measure, you can tell the owner has put his passion on every detail.

"So, liked it?"

The silence is broken by the mysterious blonde, you maintain a normal face but inside it gave you a big sudden scare.

"Yes! I think the place looks very delicate." You say what you really thought, to you it would be the best way of describing.

He nods more than once and rubs his hands together like a fly, it's hard to guess but from the movement under his mask, he might have smiled at your compliment, who can guess it.

Why are we talking about this anyway?

"Well…" he starts, as if able to listen to your thoughts, turning his body entirely in your direction and gathering himself in a very professional stance, "You are actually my first customer, so I'd like to accompany the experience with you, if you'd let me."

First customer.

"You're the boss!?" Your jaw drops, only slightly so as to not make yourself a complete fool in front of this handsome guy.

He nods, "It's been two days since I first opened the shop, without getting any new people in, so I'm extremely glad you have chosen this establishment. I'm sorry for the, cough, harsh welcoming." His body does all the talking as he speaks, making gestures and looking at the door, apologizing for the scare. He expresses himself very well for someone who's got almost his whole face covered.

…You can't help but giggle at his big introduction, although serious, he's just a silly guy.

"It's alright, can I get your name since you want to accompany me?" You said, following by the introduction of your name to him.

The man nods. "You can call me Killer."

Killer, huh, what?

You nod, not discarding the chance that it might be just his nickname, and make your way to a table near the window. You don't miss how Killer himself hands you the menu – at your curious stare, he answers that he doesn't have staff yet, it's him and him only, for now.

The menu… is a total road map. There's at least ten different types of noodles including lasagna pasta, each has different kinds of prepping and sauces to include. It's like ordering pizza but in italian… wait, pizza is also italian, right? Historically, nobody knows for certain, but… Anyway, you ultimately decide to order a plate from the popular section – not that the other options aren't good! But for today, keep it simple – that are basically those viral dishes that everybody knows from social media, as in a part of the menu that offers simpler options to choose from.

Today's dish will be… fettuccine alfredo! It should be good for starters.

Killer seems to jolt when you finally look his way again, like he wasn't staring at you all along. "I take you have decided what you are having?"

"Yes! Can I have a fettuccine alfredo, please?" You smile at him, such a polite guy.

He nods at the request, doing a small shoulder gesture you've seen him do before, signaling he's 'happy and ready'. Killer leaves to the back, soon you can hear the sounds of pans and pots being retrieved, as well as the smell of mouth watering food begins to waft through the place.

It's so good to smell, and not just watch it through a screen! You think to yourself, looking around and noting the small details all over his luncherie, finding especially interesting the small metal trinket on the counter, is it handmade?

Time goes like seconds, it's actually a really small pause before Killer comes out of the kitchen with a blue plate in hands, his long legs moving swiftly until he's beside your table and placing the dish in front of you. He lingers a little about even after delivering the order, fixing the folds on the tablecloth and thanking you again for coming to his restaurant.

He's really cute, you think, watching him head back to the counter, the way Killer fiddles about with his hands shows that he's maybe a little anxious, I would be nervous too with my first client.

You look down and damn, the dish looks amazing. The fettuccine normally has a whiter aspect thanks to the sauce, that becomes even more vibrant and appetizing in contrast to the blue colored plate. I hope I don't sound like a food critic, you think to yourself while swirling the first string of thick pasta on your fork, watching as it swirls smoothly with help of the white creamy sauce, it's making your mouth water.

Without thinking, you stuffed it in your mouth with no regrets, immediately melting at the way it explodes in your mouth. Yumm… I will definitely bring leftovers home.

It looks like I won't get any new customers besides Y/N, Killer muses to himself as he leans on the window. Sigh, he's a bit disappointed, but it's the reality of many newly established businesses. It doesn't stop the deep bubbling feeling that comes from his chest, knowing he should be starting on the dishes if he wants to close as soon as possible, since his mood has dampened again.

Right, I can't yet, I have someone over today, as if in cue with his thoughts, his head turns from the window to the person in the middle of his shop, who is humming delightfully as they eat the portion of fettuccine.

It puts him in sort of a daze, his cheeks spotting the faintest of blush, the sight of someone feeling so content while eating the result of his studies and hardwork, that's all I wanted. Killer is glad for his blonde bangs that hide the fact he can't bring himself to divert his eyes away, so touched by his work being appreciated. If the guys saw me acting this way, I wouldn't hear the end of it. After what seems ages, he shakes his head at the thought, slumping even more against the wall as all the exhaustion of setting up a business settles down on his shoulders.

Letting his eyes astray to that one table yet again, he can't help but think they're cute, his hard shell has lessened thanks to the excitement of receiving the first person to give a chance to his work, sure, but Killer can't help but watch them in a different glow from the way he would see other people.

And they like my food, that's a good sign- oh, they're looking at me, he jolts when he's suddenly caught staring, his hands twitching by the sudden spook– and now, they're… beckoning me closer?

Killer can't help but straighten up, fixing himself before strolling with newfound confidence to their table and sitting down across from them.

"It was delicious!" You told him with a big smile, patting the pudge on your stomach formed by his delicious, warming meal. "A pretty big portion too, are you sure the price is up to it?"

"Yes." His deep baritone almost filled the room, almost sending a shudder down your back. "It shouldn't be any higher, that would just scare off more people that it has."

He wasn't negative about it, just realistic. And also a tad nervous, not wanting to say anything awkward.

"I think it was great, actually, I promised- like- to bring leftovers for dinner to my family, do you make meals for takeout?"

Killer is at service, sure, but you still felt a little bad for asking this late, since it's probably rounding closing hours.

"Of course, I'd be delighted to." He responded quicker than you thought, more than happy to attend more work, it really shows he loves cooking, "So, how many portions would you want for takeout?"

"Three! I was thinking of bringing different dishes, you know? Another fettuccine so they can try it too, but I wanted to bring this one too, and…!"

Unnoticed by the both of you, soon, a discussion of what would be the best to bring back to your family started with the chef man, he knew how to add in his view on the subject but without suggesting in a way he wanted you to buy more, but like hey that's really good, it could go even better with this topping. Or I like that one, I think it's a really good choice. Killer was glad the conversation flowed so easily, himself also not noticing the fact a whole hour passed and they hadn't stopped talking, he felt like he wanted to get to know you better more and more through each minute, finding himself in a daze again, his brain filled by the thoughts of you entirely.

What brought him back to reality, though, was glancing down from your eyes – it was really hard – only to see the empty plate and silverware still on the table.

"Oh damn, I didn't see the time fly." A quick glance at the clock on the wall told him it was very late. He sat up, exasperatedly.

Still enough to make your family dinner, with how determined he looked.

Killer didn't even protest when you followed him inside the kitchen, the conversation flowing once again casually, he smiled at the way you found another of Kidd's trinkets, like the one – he persisted to gift Killer as decoration – at the counter.

He'd be sure to make them extra good just for you.

"Thank you so much for everything, Killer." You felt bad for keeping him so long, watching as the key chime when locking the door, disappearing along with his big hand inside his pants pocket.

"No such, I am, in fact, delighted for you."

For a moment, his sapphire blue irises stared into yours, drowning in the pools of color- both of you.

His hand on your shoulder was warm.

Fuschia lipstick marked your hand when his lips parted from your skin, smiling at you.

"I'd like to see you again."

At the end of the night, Killer's frustration had vanished - now that he's got your number.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece writing #killer one piece x reader #killer one piece x reader fluff #killer one piece #kid pirates #one piece kid pirates #op killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #one piece killer #one piece imagine #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece scenario

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Captain's food rolls

A/N: This is me trying out writing again, seeing the scene where Kid and Luffy eat a bunch of mochi in Udon gave me an idea. This work feels very goofy for me lol, this whole post is silly, including the pics, I think I'm gonna use this format for now

Word count: 1,3k

Contents/Warnings: Silliness ahead, two lovers being silly. Next up is a law draft ig, either law or killer or heat

The sand under your boots is a comforting contrast from the crass waves of the sea, rumbling and coming near your feet - but not reaching quite yet.

It's unusual, but today is a great day, after a great battle against many marine ships, that you honestly wouldn't dare count, the Kidd pirates share a feast and drinks in a pacific island (even though Kidd scored the secluded place with no 'pacific' methods).

What is unusual, you would ask? Well, normally on the day-to-day of the Kidd pirates, meals are fulfilling, but not so much as to be bloated after eating. Of course, the massacre soldier – and crew's chef – Killer goes great lengths to make sure every member eats well and has a chance of asking for more, but still, in the sea you can ever eat so much, food needs to be watched so the ship doesn't run out again.

In a banquet, though, it's highly different.

The other pirates were kind – terrified – enough to make the beach look very presentable, placing up lighting upon the coconut trees and laying out tables for your friends to enjoy. It looks like some sort of luau, an illuminated beach next to the pitch black ocean, with lots of barbecued meat and endless pitchers of beer. The crew is scattered over the place, most of them are still eating, a few went down the city to find a pretty face to sleep with, and some of them who've had enough of eating are busy playing cards, such as Heat and Wire – you can always observe how they finish eating together, and go kill time together, it's a heartwarming friendship (or more?) between pirates, very similar to the captain and his right hand man.

Speaking of which, during these celebrations, the captain's table is always at the center, a big round table where he can lay down plates and food to scarf down as the night goes on. You observe the captain, aka your lover, fill his belly with delicious meat and booze, a small smile forming on your lips as you know what to expect when the party ends.

It's when something unusual happens, and you can't help but feel giddy.

"Your social energy has ended already, Y/N?" A pair of crewmates join your table, more specifically Hip and Emma, who also seem to huddle together whether to dance or eat during the feasts.

"I guess yes, you always come to a more far away table when you get tired of partying around." Emma answers Hip's query herself, bringing her beer mug to toast with yours, which differently than hers, is almost empty. She observes the small grin plastered on your face and chuckles, "I bet you were looking at the captain just now."

"My, you caught me red-handed." They both giggle at your comment, and you prop your chin on your hand, thinking of a good response, "You know I can't help it, he always looks pretty cute and round after eating so much."

"Yeah, when that happens he can't be rough around the edges anymore, afterall he won't have any edges!" Hip exclaims then covers her mouth to laugh, pulling Emma with her to Wire's table, "We're gonna gamble too, see you Y/N!"

You wave bye-bye to the duo, they are so very sweet.

As they walk away, you glance yet again at your beloved Kidd only to see that he has given up eating to chug on a few pitches of beer, excitedly talking to Killer in the process. Since you don't like approaching while he's eating – it's so messy he's akin to a piggy – you decide to go see him now, just because you'd like to kiss him bye-bye before you retire to the ship.

He doesn't seem to notice when you appear, planting a kiss on his goggles-free forehead, "Hi Kiddo, having fun so far?"

"Heck yes babe, I'm stuffed, and not even done yet." The redhead doesn't even mind the affection, too buzzed and full to protest. You look down, and it looks like he's already displaying a little belly.

You gasp lightly when his arm loops around your waist, your own arms embracing his shoulders and bringing his head closer to give him another kiss, this time in the top of his head – which he happily leans into, after all his hair is a soft spot.

To think about it, from this angle above, his hair really looks like a tulip.

He seems to indulge in your kisses, the alcohol making him loose to public displays of affection.

"Okay okay," You say while pulling him off from you, his arm is bulky but he's weaker from the beer, "I came to tell you I'm heading to the ship to take a short nap. See you later lov."

His eyes blink open, staring at you for a short moment where he lets you go with a 'okey' – you think he got the memo just fine.

Your trek to the ship is quickened by your jumpy strut.

Nap well taken, you've decided to wait for your lover on the deck, knowing very well most of the crew must be passed out on the beach, whether it be the sand or upon the tables or chairs, some would even sleep over the grill so as not to lay on the ground – you can think of a few that would be laying on the tables as well. The point is, nobody really could bother you both at this moment.

Oh lawd he's coming, is your first thought, spotting a big red dot far from the ship, walking with no difficulty yet swaying nonetheless, you just know Kidd is going to have a killer hangover tomorrow.

It's unusual, only happening during the days he feels famished enough to eat for three people in one sitting, his tough muscles disappearing under the new gained weight, how he does it, you cannot know.

But every time you think, he looks so cute.

Your big, angry boyfriend now turned into a big, round boyfriend climbs the plank ladder that leads up on the deck, stopping only once he is a few steps away from you.

There, he flops on the floor, sitting as he looks at you expectantly, knowing damn well that you like his softness when he's chubby like this.

"It's fucking weird the fact you think I look… nice like this." Eustass is the first to break the silence, avoiding the word 'cute' as he huffs at you. It seems his angry act is back, now that he might be a little sober.

Kid groans at your giggle of amusement.

"You look so squishy and soft, I can't help but love your rolls." You walk over to him and make yourself comfortable at his side, resting your head on him but not your weight, or else gastric reflux could a bitch about it at any moment.

He rolls his eyes and looks away with a small blush, his arm looping over your waist much like in the party – at this point, this action feels so familiar to you, you can almost feel it when it comes next. "Satisfied?"

"Very much." You chuckle at him, and silently, sneak your hand up to squeeze one of his chubs.

The big red lets out a yelp caused by the unexpected action, glaring angrily at you. "Hey!"

Even though his tough act, on the inside, Kidd was actually happy to receive free affection, being the selfish bastard he is. At the same time, he couldn't be more relieved, knowing that you could have reacted the opposite of this, and thankfully, you had not. And he loved you for it. But of course, he'd never say that even in a million years.

Eventually, the both of you stilled, the playful bicker coming to an end as the sea waves filled in the silence.

Now there are only two lovers, sleeping soundly side to side.

And content smiles on their faces.

#one piece #eustass kid #eustasscaptainkid #kid pirates #one piece fanfiction #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid x reader fluff #one piece scenario #eustass kid fluff #eustass kid x you #eustass kid x y/n

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Expression training!

Don't look too much or it might look super weird lol, anyway I love love love how this turned out, his lipstick is smudged and he's bleeding ig, I think the teeth looks great and the eyes look good for once

I'm bummed with his hair but i'm sure that if I erase and try again it'll look worse lol

Anyways I love this piece <3 (and kid <3)

(fixed the left eyebrow because it looked bad)

#one piece #doodle #drawing #sketch #drawsomething #kid pirates #eustasscaptainkid #eustass kid #one piece art #one piece drawing

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Did it!! (he's doing his best to frown and not be approached)

As for more ideas- Kid would be a royal guard and best friend of his, Kid likes metal and made him the brooch he's using, and his mask would be like an armor helmet, your AU sounds so great I really wanted to share this (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠

The first sketch looks awful and emotionless, I was just experimenting which outfit would look best 🫣 (this one is perfect it reminds me of his mask so much)

Hope you like it!! ╰⁠(⁠*⁠´⁠︶⁠`⁠*⁠)⁠╯

Hmmmm thinking of a historical,/tudor Au with Killer. Hair tied back into a low pony with a ribbon. Messy bangs that cover one side of his face. He's a forgotten son of a noble, he has other siblings so his farther has left him to his violent ways. he's too violent and antisocial, never mixing with the other noble, if they're not scared away by his towering figure, his rough way of speaking will shut down any conversation had.

You'll always find him stuck to walls no effort to try and mingle with others.

Also arranged marriage cause no one wanted to marry him hehe 🤪

Idk what he'd wear so if y'all got any ideas go crazy, let me know. But I really like womens tudor wear so this for me/ y/n

#one piece killer #one piece #one piece kid pirates #killer one piece x reader #killer one piece x reader fluff #kid pirates x reader #one piece art #one piece drawing

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i'm really fucking scared with the shanks vs kid battle, been crying for some time and can't even have dinner properly anymore (i'm still at whole cake damn it😭😭)

#this is attacking my anxiety so much #kid and killer have been my faves for what #it's like they don't matter anything?? #i even drew killer as a prince today bc of a post about a royal au... #one piece #one piece spoilers #one piece kid pirates

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Kid update! It's turning so good! I actually like the messy blending (the least thing I like are his eyes lol, feels like I messed up), it's not fit or correct but to someone like me who's still beginning to learn digital art it looks soooo dope, and his scar was really fun to draw. It's no surprise i'm stuck at his hair lol, wish me luck

This school year is gonna be chaos for me, so most likely still not gonna post my drafts or writing pieces (i'm still gonna try tho!) (i don't think anyone cares for this, so its all cool)

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I've got this sudden urge to draw Eustass Kid and WHAT IS THISSSSS- THE HAIR, I'M WHIPPED the woman was too stunned to speak

This blog gonna be filled with art until I feel like writing fr

#some things probably are going to change #i need to redo the body asap #one piece art #one piece #one piece drawing #doodle #drawing #sketch #eustasscaptainkid #eustass kid

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I'm so glad to be watching One Piece! Although, I've just reached time skip since February, I got so many drafts and definitely plan on writing them! For now I'll just watch some more cause I feel like I don't know much about the characters yet lol, also, I've drawn Gol D. Roger! (bro is handsome)

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece art #drawing #sketch #gol d roger

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/nervous laugh/ I've been watching haikyuu nonstop, to the point i'm on the fourth season already... gotta post something before this tumblr evaporates, so! Be on the lookout for the last chapter of my Toji fic!

#toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu toji

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Hi Dear! I was wondering if you could tag me in chapter 3 of your Toji fic? Its alright if not, i dont mind! Have a nice day :D

OMG I'm really sorry sorry sorry if your request has has been sitting too long on my inbox!!

And fosho I can tag you! I also assure that it won't take too long for it to be posted! I'm back and fuming again :))

sorry i've never checked my inbox before you're the first person to send in something!!!! thank you sm!!

#harareplies #imma call these that!!! #first inbox reply!!! im happi #hara is happy #happihara!!!

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02 | 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫... 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭?!

chapter 01 / chapter 02 / chapter 03

Word count: 2600+

Contents/Warnings: (1) There's still swears sorry... (2) Shameless adults, get a room ew (3) Warning!!!! H4nd h0lding ahead (4) I love the Reader attitude on this fic

A/N: Man, I kept forgetting to continue the draft LOL it's the reason this chapter is being posted later than I wanted it to. I apologise for the wait!!! I know how frustrating it is when the fanfic you're reading updates slowly ekejsks

Toji can't recall why or when he slipped and fell on the floor - no, scratch that, he surely did not fall; for one, his wounds don't sting, two, because this is not even the living room. He's never been here before.

And three, the folding door of a unknown bathroom opens, where you arise from with a toothbrush on hand.

You notice he's awake, walking up to him so you can collect the blanked thrown over his body. "I moved you to my room because they're working on the window!"

You're shouting, but not in a harsh way, if anything, it's only talking louder so it actually reaches his ears.

Toji blinks a few times, mind still clouded with sleep. He understood you, though, so thanks to you, his foggy mind just now acknowledged the loud sounds coming from your kitchen. The man mumbles a small 'okay, don't care' and closes his eyes again (to catch more sleep now that he actually is able to), thankful you were generous enough to place a pillow under his head. He doesn't miss the soft blanket you grabbed before, since it's no longer cold as it normally is during nighttime - the floor though, is freezing his back. Again, he can't really bring himself to care.

His line of though is ceased when he hears you enter the room, casually placing a plate of eggs on his lap. Feeling like he could no longer sleep, the man sits up - only to eye the meal with disdain, earning a roll of eyes from you.

E-a-t, you mouth mid teeth-brushing, mildly surprised when he digs in the second after. The half open door leaves enough space for Satoru to slip inside the room, who coddles himself against your back - then slips to lay on your lap.

"...you cat is one of the fluffiest I've seen." He's is not certain why he's trying to spark small talk with you, even more when you're busied brushing your teeth - must be the sleepy state of mind he's still in.

In response, you nod, the corners of your eyes raising up ever so slightly, as you lift a hand to give him a thumbs up in affirmation.

Silence floods the air, Toji has downed two of the three eggs cooked on his plate, never before they've tasted more filling than now. Maybe because this time, they were served by someone else, but he can't really tell. He needs energy to gather himself up - that's all.

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Days and weeks flowed quite easier than you had expected - along with the wounds of a certain uninvited guest. Now, Toji checks his wounds by himself; last time, he informed you that one or two more weeks would do, soon he would be good to go. If you were to describe the relationship you hold with the man, you'd say it's a rollercoaster. He's not shy, nor interactive, nor open - not that you'd pry on anything, because really there's no point in. But really, he often swings from left to right; one moment you're having a nice conversation, and then he's all glares and reserved. You don't mind the extremes. As long as he didn't steal anything and did his part, you held no grudge against the guy. Your mother has always praised you for your big empathy, and it's not today nor tomorrow you'll prove her wrong.

It's wednesday, your awaited day off of this week - thanks to your generous line of work - and all you want to do is to laze on your comfortable couch.

But you can't. Not when there's a wall of a man taking seventy percent of the space of your precious couch. And your cat.

"Traitor!" You glare at the fluffy animal who's currently abed upon one of the criminal's thighs - you can't really blame him thought, that lap looks like a very comfortable pillow.

It gets you thinking, not ironically, this man is smoking hot. From the jawline and down to his toned legs. Thankfully, the thought is fleeting, you know to keep the hots at bay, specially if the person in question beholds a questionable status - you also still condemn him for not paying for your window.

"If you don't got me, I know worm got me." Said creature is wrapped around your upper body just like your first encounter. It hugs you, you hug it back.

"Just focus on the damn show." The man beside you half gruntles, half chuckles. His lips are upwars as he watches the uproar between you and the feline - the latter looks unbothered, just like any cat would.

Toji feels quite disappointed when you relent, and now for some reason, it's him who cannot pay attention to the TV anymore. So he observes you on the corner of his eye. Thanks to his family and job, Toji is trained to notice the smallest of the details, hear the faintests sounds, see in the farthest distances. So, checking out your figure who is at shoulders lenght is a piece of cake. And he really likes what he's seeing, specially the smooth extent of your uncovered neck, and the curve of your lips. He could even steal a kiss, if he didn't want to get his ass whooped the second after - and lose his home privileges.

This is home? This is how it feels to settle down?

He knows he's been staring for too long when you turn on his direction with a eyebrow quirked. He smirks, offering you no response for your unspoken confusion.

"I can't understand how you haven't kicked me out yet."

"I could- but I'm too lazy to wash the dishes, that's where you come in handy."

"This is slavery."

He huffs, but really, washing dishes is a much better option than what he does to earn money. Toji thinks it's good to share a home with someone else - or better, that someone else is sharing their home with him.

"Thanks."

"Huh?"

"Thanks for taking me in."

"Mmph," You smirk, amused. "Took you enough, I accept your gratitude."

He likes the way your smirk dances around your face, you're pretty. But now the TV is showing something actually interesting, so his attention goes back to the screen, he tries to not stare at you again for the rest of the night.

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It takes two days to fix your window entirely, during that very short span of time you've already recalled how you hate having so many people shuffling around your house all the morning til afternoon. You'd punch a worker in the face if they tried to talk to you - you're not paying them to talk, and then there would be two broken things to fix.

Toji stays in your bedroom all the while, sometimes he chooses to hang around on your office as you work, just to nag you.

Today, once the last worker exits your front door after hours of working, you shout a victory chant of joy. It causes Satoru's ears to shoot up, yet he's too comfortable laying on your legs to care. Finally, finally you can focus on your work properly. Normally you lazy it work to death, but inside your home along with a cat on your lap, it's an easy change to bear.

You're too engrossed to hear a door opening, nor the person walking towards the room you're in. But specially, you wouldn't have guessed his plan.

Two knocks. "Y/N, you there?"

"Yeah, working. Can you bring me a cup of coffee?"

"Okay."

It doesn't take three minutes until Toji is back, entering your office with a mischievous smirk on his lips.

"There you go. I took a shower while these people were working."

"Thanks." Your eyes casually settle on his figure, also wearing a grin yourself. He's quite surprised you check him out shamelessly, intention as clear as day; it was his intention all along, but still.

"What?"

"What." You deadpan.

"Where's the reaction, like, you choking on your drink and flushing, I know I'm hot."

"I'm not surprised." He quirks a brow at your words, so you elaborate, playing with the drink on your mug. "I've seen you before, the day I tended to your wounds, and... as in a situation you don't want to hear."

His eyes dart between you and his exposed body. "Pervert."

"ÆHgHEk- ohshit- UM, well, I'm not!!" He laughs - an actual laugh - when you gulp too much coffee in one go and tries to prove him wrong at the same time. "It was pure and raw accident!"

"How exactly?"

"I stumbled onto you naked at some point." You shrugged, drinking more coffee to soothe your throath. "Your back was turned to me so I just moonwalked away from an very awkward situation. Also I gotta say-" You gulped the last remnants of your coffee, then pointed the empty mug towards him with your hand. "Your scars look like a fucking world map."

Toji's eyebrows shot up, as you openly flirting with him was a brand new surprise. "So you are a pervert."

You fake coughed to hide a certain redness coating the edges of your face. "Take a damn compliment."

His chuckle was deep and it only darkened your blush tone, even more as he came closer to take the mug from you. On the way out, he replied. "Well thanks, I'm handsome."

"Ey don't get full of yourself!"

Is a normal civillian life this fun?  Toji thought, smiling particularly for no reason at all, I guess no, it's them who make it fun, and I'll enjoy every bit of it.

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"You realize I can't go out in public, don't you." Toji watches as you fuss around in your closet for something he can't think of. He lets out a surprised 'omph' when you slap a bucket hat on his hair - it's pastel green and has a frog's eyes and smile sewn on it. "I'm not using this shit."

"Yes you are, it's my favorite! To hide your features, you know the drill- and oh, something's missing." You paddle back to the closet again, coming back with a black face mask. "This way nobody will see your face, in no situation you're to take these off!"

To your surprise, he doesn't talk nor complains about things. Rather, his gaze is focused somewhere else, as you're still standing in front of the man-

"Jesus, now who's the pervert?"

"You finally found out." Toji doubles over with laughter, supporting his face on your stomach. "Besides, don't you stare at my pectoralis majors all the time?" He threw you a teasing smirk and boy, was it charming. Yet, you don't buy his teasing.

"...Not all the time. Anyways, let's go, I don't trust you to stay in my house without me around."

"I figured you would at this point, it's been what, a month, almost."

"Prove me I can trust you then."

He blinked, processing your words. You take advantage of the moment he's taking to inspect his face, a smile slowly spreading through your lips.

"Hey the looks actually fit you-"

"Shut up." The man snarls for you to lead the way, grateful you can't see the smile he wields under the mask.

I should've done this much sooner, you think, glancing at Toji's murderous gaze when the third kid of the day points at him and says 'Mommy, that man is dressing funny!', causing you to desperately retain your laughter. The way is set by foot, particularly because you don't feel like spending gas, the supermarket is not far from your house. It's that time of the month where you restock your whole food inventory, mostly because you lazy until it's basically empty, then you can't lazy anymore or you'll starve to death. But this time you have an ace up your sleeve, called 'an extremely buff man who can carry all your groceries in one hand and probably you in the other'; only disregarding the last part. If offered, you wouldn't miss the opportunity, though.

Toji sighs beside you, looking already done for the day as he walks with his hands stuffed on his pockets.

"Are you not going to ask me 'are we there yet'?"

"Shut up before I punch you."

Two crossings later, you're faced with a traffic accident. The shoal of people takes up on 3/4 of the street - sidewalk included, you muse, dodging a person who almost crashed into you trying to make in the scene. You come into realization that you've been kind of standing there and watching the scene unfold when a person suddenly pushes you closer to the crowd, it dawns on you that Toji is no longer with you.

"O-Oh no, um-" Trying to push your way through doesn't bring you success, you're about to get forceful when suddenly a big, rough hand catches yours and hauls you from the crowd, earning you a few annoyed stares.

"For a fighter, you're damn nerveless."

"I just didn't wanna force my way through..." You mumble, suddenly feeling crestfallen.

"Whatever, get going already."

His hand is still tangled with yours for the rest of the way, but he sure doesn't complain about it - nor you.

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"That's the fourth knife you've thrown in my cart, I'm not buying it." You tell, putting the utensil back on its place.

"Well? Your knife is blunt, get things that actually work."

"You're talking about the butter knife, the thing is perfectly fine as it is."

"Why is it a knife, when it doesn't cut shit."

"Just, stop insisting, my set of knifes is perfectly sharp and I'll happily show you when we get back."

The petty argument goes back and forth, similar to the number of crossed words in your list; it's like time goes flying when he's by your side. You're not strange to what these feelings might mean, but it's too early - and it's also too late, because Toji is almost all healed up, and you don't wanna let go. To fall in love with a criminal, it terribly sounds like a webtoon plot, now the moment when you chuckle at your own misfortune, in the snack section of a supermarket, as you eye a few chocolate bars scattered over your cart who futurely will console you over your lost love.

"Now who's bringing in the extra stuff?"

"Shut up." Is your brief response, Toji finds it weird, yet doesn't mention it. Not yet.

"Hey."

"Mm?"

Toji's eyes dart from you, to the ground, then back at you. Just when you think he's about to tell you something meaningful, he turns to you and-

"Buy me food."

"Wow, such a romantic. What do you want?"

"What?"

"What."

He's staring at you like a mad man as you cross the street, you imagine his mouth gaping like a fish's under the mask, such a shame he has to wear it.

"I didn't expect you to agree."

"It's no big deal though."

"You're right, it's not." He blinks, darting his gaze somewhere else. You see something stir on his eyes, not sure what exactly.

"So, buy me this five star steak-"

"Now you're taking it too far."

You both go home with delicious crepes from a street vendor, much to Toji's dismay. The crepe sitting on your hand is chocolatea and oreos flavored, while the man beside you decide to choose strawberries and banana. You almost feel like teasing his choice, yet, when you spot the same emotion stirring on his eyes again, your mouth shuts on its own immediately.

Pure happiness.

#toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu toji

[bonnymori]

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

Word count: 2760+ (i'll try to keep bigger lengths such as this one!)

Synopsis: You meet a new classmate who's working along Nanami, you think he's fun to be around, it stands the same to him about you. Later, feelings unravel.

Contents/Warnings: (1) Itadori Yuuji x gn!reader (2) FLUFF, TONS OF FLUFF - and some comfort (3) With the small participation of... Ino Takuma!! I really like him too, that's why <33333 (4) This is pretty platonic, but also not? (5) Ending turned sorta cliché... but I liked it u.u

A/N: This boy made me run rampant... to fhe point it's not single attraction anymore I just wish him happiness (smh if only my parents knew...) also next post will be Toji's fic pt. 2! Y'all see the first part is almost reaching 100 kudos????? I'M SO HAPPY EHSODJWKDKSJD- thanks for all the new followers and the support!! <33

Ever since his fake death, Itadori has been training alone with the help of Gojo - and now, he works along a freshly new face, who belongs to a senior, founds out ex-salaryman named Nanami Kento. He's far a thousand times more strict than Gojo. Itadori doesn't really likes the change, because Nanami is a person he can't get along. This whole guy's appearance scream "work 4 life"; he has proved different, now he screams "work is shit - but I gotta do it because others won't".

They've just finished cleansing the outside of a movie theater off a few curses, when Itadori hears shouting from far behind them. Two figures approach, waving excessively. He quickly picks on Nanami's tired sigh beside him.

"Nanami! We figured out you'd be here! Our mission has been finished and we wanted to catch up to have lunch together!" A male clad in a full black outfit shouts, he has brown hair and a beanie on top of his head, looking quite content.

The other person simply trots next to him in silence, approaching with a friendly smile. They notice Itadori faster than the male, smile widening and quickly waving hello, suddenly eager to reach up to them. The gesture makes the pink haired boy perk up, curious to why the other person looked so joyful. His question is easily answered, when they tug on the man's sleeve and motion to him.

"Ino, we have a third buddy!" The dude looks at him with widened eyes. "So nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N! It's great to see new faces around!"

Itadori smiles at your energy, knowing already he would click with you very well.

"I'm Ino Takuma, sorry for not noticing you before! Your uniform looks cool." Itadori exchanges a few compliments with Ino, before the man turns to talk with Nanami, leaving him and you together.

"Yes! I'm Sukuna's vessel, Itadori Yuuji-desu! My type of woman is Jenn-"

You turn to him. "So, are you a first year?"

"Geh? Weren't you dead though?!"

"I was!- I am!- Please keep secret."

"Okay!"

"Ahem." Nanami coughs, drawing attention. "I requested you two to not come after me today. Itadori here is the reason why."

"That's no problem, we're very capable of keeping secrets." You threw your arm over Itadori's shoulder, him nodding along with you.

"Oh really, then remember to keep quiet about it. I'll let this slide." The group of students nervously at Nanami's intimidating tone. "But, I'll get to have my break alone."

"Gah!" Ino exclaimed, watching Nanami walk away; he also left the responsability of taking care of Itadori for you two, leaving without a word. "It really had to be today, when Nanami would take us to his favorite bakery..."

"Crybaby." You teased. "Itadori here can't go outside where anyone can see him, he's dead. So, we were to order food either way because he shouldn't be left out."

"Augh okay, it would be unfair."

"So, where are you staying Itadori?"

"At Gojo's state!"

"Whoa, I've never been there before." Ino commented, waiting as you sent a message to Ijichi to pick them up.

"He's my teacher, a very cool one!"

"I imagine! Ooookay, once we get there I'll get the food."

Itadori felt as his chest would burst of excitement, finally there was people around him again, he couldn't be less happy about it.

"Sharing is caring!"

Itadori laughed as you wrestled with Takuma for some fries, netflix long forgotten in the background, as watching the banter was way more entertaining. Most of the time, Ino rambled a lot about Nanami, while he rambled a lot about Gojo. The guy even showed him the cool scar under his beanie. He felt kinda upset after explaining the exchange was just temporary, his stay under Nanami's wing wasn't decisive, and therefore, he was more like a classmate than a partner.

Itadori also learned a lot about you. He was surprised to find out that you, although energetic, was the one to speak the lesser in conversations. His surprisement grew even bigger when you told him you're a exchange student from Kyoto, arriving Tokyo about the same month as him - thankfully, you were to say for good.

Conversations flowed easily in the air, until a voice from the doorway barged in.

"Yuuji-kun! Don't forget about your lessons! Hi kids! Bye kids!" Gojo said playfully, throwing the familiar punching bear to Itadori before leaving.

"What's this thing?" Ino asked.

"It's to help me control my cursed energy. So while I watch the movies, if I don't charge it with cursed energy it punches me square in the face. I thought I had mastered this thing already, but he insist I keep training with it." Itadori grumbles.

"At least it's cute." You commented, taking a sip of your drink.

"Until it punches you in your face without warning!" The pink haired boy barks.

The talks died down, the three of you eating quietly when another movie is played on the screen. Itadori didn't bother reading the title, it was a plain one about a zombie apocalypse that got him extremely bored, yet he kept watching still so the plushie didn't punch him in the face again; he's been keeping a record since all his last cursed energy training lessons were a sucess to this day. When his head started nodding and eyelids dropping Itadori can't remember well, about fourty five minutes of movie perhaps? Make it fifty, the second slumber took over his body completely.

When he awoke once again, it was near midnight, the clock on the wall told him so. He also noticed a soft and warm surface supporting his head, figures, it's your shoulder he's resting into, he feels an arm around his own shoulders and your cheek placed upon his hair.

"Hey, it's late." You immediately notices he's awake, calling out softly. "You should sleep on your room, or something, better to your spine."

He chuckles when you poke his side. "But I'm comfortable here."

"I'm surprised, you just met me today, and now is sleeping on my shoulder."

"I'm not, that happens often to me."

"Sleeping on people's shoulders?"

"No! Making friends quickly." Itadori likes your gentle warmth, your hug, everything makes him feel at home. "I met two more people before you for two weeks, but they can't see me, because I'm dead."

"So I'll keep you company, that's my new mission."

His eyes widen at that, a oh so little blush covering the tip of his ears.

"For how many time I slept anyway?" He asks.

"About two- no, three hours. You missed two movies, and this one is about to end."

"And you stayed here the whole time?" He motions to your shoulder.

"Yep. That reminds me I gotta pee."

Itadori grumbles, but quickly lifts himself off you, respecting your needs. That gives him some time to look around, he notices Ino is gone, and the plushie sits quietly at the other side of the couch, unmoving.

"Y/N! How did you manage to make it quiet down?" He's beyond bafflet.

"...que."

"What!"

"I said!" You arrive quickly at the doorframe, hands still wet from when you washed them. "I used my innate technique."

"Oh! How is it like?"

"It's kinda funny, gimme a moment." You left to wipe off your hands, coming back in a second. "So, just like Shoko, I produce reverse curse energy, but it's quite different than hers, I can't heal people. That's why we often call it positive energy instead. I can use it to soothe off negative energy, so the bear has no cursed energy right now."

"How does it works on people?" He felt very curious about everything, asking away like a kid.

"Since everyone has negative energy, it just makes you sleepy really. But when it comes to curses it's really practical, I can either weaken it or, if the curse is like grade three or four, I can slap them off existence completely by wiping all their energy." You were naturally proud of having a such versatile power, your own energy swirling with pride around you.

"That sounds amazing! Is it why I fell asleep though?"

"Nah, only if I did it on purpose. I guess you were just tired, hope you don't mind I decided to let you rest today."

"No way, it was a good nap."

You nodded. "By the way, Ino left to attend to a drinking party, he paid for our food."

"Drinking? Is he old?"

"Yeah, he's twenty." You chuckled, already expecting that kind of reaction.

"No way! He looks young just like us!"

"That's totally my reaction after I learned he's twenty!"

After that day, you started visiting Itadori weekly to daily, after exchanging numbers he made a little group with you and Ino, naming it the "Nanami trio". But really, he exchanges more texts with you in private, be them memes, cool images he wish to share, etcetera. Although, Ino wasn't left excluded, he ofter brough his xbox to connect to Itadori's tv room and you all would spend hours playing together; he just didn't spend much time with both of you as much. And that was okay.

For a few days, your connection with Itadori died down when he didn't reply to your texts. They would remain unread for some time, the longest being half a day, until he would spam apologies then move on with the topic. That became a routine until one day when you came over to check on Itadori unnanounced, needin to ease off your worries about the boy, only to find him sobbing in the middle of a hallway, staring ahead and beyond, his back to you.

"Ita-?"

"Egh!" Startled, he scrambled to wipe his eyes, turning to you. "H-hey, um, hi."

"What happened?"

"I- he-" His eyes didn't met yours, knuckles white in a death grip. You notice he has a few bandages thrown over his face and arms. The way his shoulders are drawn, as if he wants to shrink into himself is something you've experienced before.

"Something hard to talk about?"

He nods almost immediately, head still facing down.

"It's alright, come with me." You reach for his hands, grimacing slightly when his forceful grip is now on your hand, yet you don't comment on it. He follows you through the state wordlessly.

You two stop on the same tv room, sitting down on the couch. You then guide his head to your shoulder, gently massaging his scalp with the free hand.

"It's alright."

Those two words are chanted like a prayer for the next half hour, at some point, Itadori twisted his body towards yours and unknowingly caged you between him and the sofa arm. He embraced you with a force you didn't have in you, like he didn't want to lose one another. Painful or not, not a muscle moved on your body. He needed a shoulder to cry on.

Thirty minutes passed like seconds, you peered down only to find the boy confortably napping against your bosom; at some point you just became the cold side of the pillow to him. That's alright. It brings you joy to be the mom friend anyways. So you decided to join the sleepland aswell, arms still secured around his shoulders and the back of his head.

It feels like the nap hasn't been long, though, because you can feel Itadori's grip loosening and therefore, you're awake.

"Sorry if I broke any bones, in advance."

"Wow, and you only warn me now."

He laughs at your comeback, hands still secured around your waist.

"I'm surprised you let me uh, cuddle you for comfort - and sleep. I don't understand it? You just make me sleepy." He rambled, keeping eye contact with you while his head still rests on your chest.

"That's a piece of cake when you have younger siblings who seek for you every night they get a nightmare."

"Does that mean I can come to you again if I have a nightmare?" There it is, his togepi-kirby cutesy face.

"Are you four?"

"That's mean!" Itadori blushed, squeezing you on his arms. "I like the contact. It puts me at ease."

"Mm, do you want to talk about it?"

He gulped. "No, not really."

Your peach haired friend remained silent, and so did you. It seems he doesn't intend in letting you go soon, or he just really forgot to mention it. It gives them time to think, your younger sisted used to do that sometimes, back in Kyoto.

"Y/N, wanna watch anything?"

"Sure, have you watched Parasyte before?"

"No, let's give it a try then!" Itadori glances at the remote, then back at you - making you confused over his hesitation to move. He notices you noticed it, chuckling nervously. "To be honest, I don't wanna let go."

"It's hurting my back."

"SORRY I'M SORRY!" He jumped away from you like a cat would jolt away from a cucumber, making you snicker.

"It's okay, I just wanted to change positions."

And to tease you, but he didn't need to know that part.

He glared at you with a small pout, typing the initials of Parasyte on the search bar. Outside his line of vision, you were grinning like a idiot, his sweeteness took a tow on you. All the people of Tokyo you met really held a way different spirit from your classmates in Kyoto, Itadori being the nicest of all. It's surprising him being Sukuna's vessel to begin with; being honest, you felt drawn by it.

"Y/N, it's startiiiiing." He cut your daydreaming short, slumping on your side and propping his head on your shoulder.

"This again?" You throw an arm around his shoulders, very much like the first time he cuddled himself on you.

"Don't blame me, you're the one who wanted to change positions. Guess I'll just make some alterations since I'm awake this time!" One of his arms went behind your back and circled your waist, hand resting at your hip.

"It's definely different, since the other time you drooled on me."

"Hhgh, okay okay! Let me enjoy this." For perhaps the actual first time, you're able to watch without exchanging words with one another.

And this time, it's you who's head loll to the side, nose buried on his soft rose perfumed hair. Itadori doesn't comment on it yet, his free hand moves under your legs to lift your whole body up efortlessly when he senses you have fallen asleep.

"I remember you said it's bad for my spine, I wouldn't mind it... yours however."

The boy makes a beeline to the guest room, he sighs when there is no choice but open the door with his foot. Inside, he places you carefully in the soft bed.

Before he could leave, a hand reaches up for his sleeve.

"Itadori," He turned, looking at you. "Make me company?"

He giggles softly - you think it sounds like a highschool girl. "You should start calling me by my first name!" Itadori rambles as he climbs on the bed, arms wrapping around your waist in a motion you're familiar with.

"Yuuji, I'm tired, let me sleep."

"But I wanna talk more..." He pouts. "Also, are we, um, dating?"

You wriggle around, bringing his head down to peck on his forehead, teasing. "Correction, I want to date you."

"Uh, oh." A blush coats his face so quickly, you'd say someone dumped a bucket of red paint on his face.

"Is that a no?"

"No!"

"So it is a no."

"Christ, will you stop teasing for a second, I'm trying to talk here." He makes an angry version of his togepi-kirby face, you can't help but grin.

"You amuse me, but okay. I'll do it for you."

"Thanks." He blinks, the blush slowly fading away. "You know, I lied, not about the contact, I like the contact nonetheless-"

His hand moves to play with yours, such as tapping his tips against yours, or meassuring the palms.

"-it's you who brings me comfort."

It's also your turn to blush, that line was seriously charming.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we're dating now." You respond, a little eagerly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

This is the best person I could ask for, Itadori thinks, keeping his eyes open as yours shut during the kiss, whom I won't change for anything else in this world.

When you both separate, Itadori feels drowsy and sleepy. His face fits perfectly on your shoulder as always.

"Goodnight, my favorite person."

#itadori yuuji x reader #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

[bonnymori]

01 | 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫... 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭?!

chapter 01 / chapter 02 / chapter 03

Word count: 1250+

Synopsis: During a particularly boring afternoon, a muscly man with a purple worm around his shoulders has made his way onto your house- literally, smashing through your window- and, subconciously, onto your life.

Contents/Warnings: (1) Fushiguro Toji x gn!Reader, theres also Gojo cat as your cat!! (2) Reader finds Toji's worm cute; i'm sorry if you don't just skip that part (3) There's some cursing but I promise next chapter won't

A/N: I have a lot of drafts and this is the most normal looking I've got... so let's post it first ehehehhsjhd- Also, I'm remaking the structure of the posts (Megumi's one-shot is updated with the very same visual as this!), hope it looks less unorganized! Thank you for reading <3

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To think you'd let such a stranger barge into your apartment- actually, you would never imagine such a comeup. But here are we.

Right in front of you there is a man. Raven locks, black shirt, white baggy pants - is that a purple... gut, intestine thing around his chest? - and a pair of imacculate ballet shoes on his feet. The dude is knocked out cold, it seems that he barely made it through your window, only to come head first against your floor tiles. Now you have drops of blood all over the floor and counter- and, a bleeding man.

You can't tell which task will be more grueling to solve.

Because you have a working brain, of course the man comes first. No matter if your window is broken, and a handfull of glass shards adorn your countertops. And now you've accidentally stepped upon one- just then you realise the man's back must be feeling like a bed of thors- or shards, over being dragged through the floor.

So you throw his arms - which you notice, has a few cuts here and there - over your shoulders, and picks him up in a one-person carry; barely, his torso is against yours and legs are dangling on the floor, this guy must weigh the double you do. It feels like you're carrying a fridge.

From your peripheral, you can see Satoru paddle to the kitchen's doorframe, probably wondering if you were preparing a meal for him or whatever.

"I'll be back in a moment, Ru." He meows a reply, dragging his mountain of fluff back to your couch- you're certain he's taking your spot, while it's still warm.

Thankfully, it doesn't take long for you to reach the bathroom, dropping the man leisurely upon your fluffy mat. Beside all the cuts, the man has already a plentiful share of permanent scars, and none are of your business, you don't care. It's like cleaning and stitching up a old doll full of tears, by the way you're able to maneuver his limbs; you're glad he's still unconscious.

But the thing around his shoulders is not.

In a blink of eye, it jumps from his shoulder to yours, attaching itself to your back and nestling upon your shoulder. When you glance down at it, it feels like a weird looking parrot.

"Hi?" You ask, it looks back at you. "Are you like, his pet or something?" It doesn't talk, just gazes at you through half lidded eyes; so you give up on short talking it, not knowing what you expected yourself. "Let's go finish my movie then!"

You join Satoru on the couch, the cat rapidly making room on your comfortable lap; and the man forgotten, snoring soundly on your bathroom.

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A sequel and half movie later, you hear a loud thud coming from the kitchen. Even though you're aware there's a strange in your house- the sudden sound still naturaly jolts you out of your seat.

"UGH- Goddamn it-" Next comes a colorful list of slurs; a sigh makes way out of your mouth.

You round the corner, pointing a accusing finger to the strange man, who's laying on your floor again. "No cussing on my house."

"Why didn't you even clean this floor, it's loaded with glass shards."

"I wanted to finish my movie afternoon before doing so. Besides, what made you smash through there," You point to the ruined window. "to here." Then, to the kitchen floor. And finally, motioning to your whole apartment.

That was a interesting question, he expected a "Who are you?" or "I'm calling the cops!" call.

"I don't need to explain you shit."

"Think of it as an retribution, since I patched you up, answer my question."

"No."

"That, or you'll pay for my window."

A sigh. "Fine. I was being chased."

"You're a criminal, then?" You questioned.

"Yes." A devilish grin made its way to his face, showing canines and stretching the small scar on the corner of his mouth.

"Alright, just don't get me involved then."

Toji is familiar to that sort of outcome. Sometimes people man up, people weaker than him. But he knows he's intimidating, and he absolutely loves to play with the attitude of those who challenge him.

Forgetting the shart carving on the sole of his feet, he walks up to you efortlessly, towering over your frame.

"Well, are you not scared to have a criminal inside your house?"

"No, I'm not defenseless. And, you're bleeding. Again."

"Shit." Toji sits down close to the wall where it's safe, twisting his leg to bring the injured foot up to his face. He easily plucks the reddened shart between thick digits, and throws it far away from him.

Meanwhile, you bring your first-aid kit up to him, setting it down near.

"Here, use this."

"..."

"I'll do it for you then." You wasted no time, reaching for the line and thread. Once everything was stitched, you wrap a bandage around his foot, then pats it finished. "What's your name?"

"Fushiguro Toji."

"I'm L/N Y/N, lost all your bite huh?" You tease.

Casually ignored. "Why do you have a first-aid kit? Most people don't have it on their houses."

"I practice muay thai, it's useful both for me and you."

"Right. Have you seen my worm?"

"Well, make yourself at home, until your feet gets better. And yeah, your worm jumped at me like those surprise music boxes, and now it's on the couch with my cat. It's been watching movies with us."

He was beyond curious, because the worm didn't have a thinking mind nor knew what even meant to watch something. Toji limped to the doorframe, eyes widening once he spotted the worm wrapped snuggly around your very fluffy cat.

"That's some cute shit."

"The worm is gross."

"I think it looks cute."

"You're batshit crazy."

You stretched your limbs. "Whatever, let's waste some more time watching TV."

Toji sat down - mind you, taking a handful of space you were not content with - once you picked up "both" animals to make room. He thinks you're weird, seeing the fact you didn't question what the hell was that giant-purple-moving worm, and for letting in a random guy inside your house. You do fight a martial art, though, but most people wouldn't have such confidence on him - a dude build like a truck.

There's some survival show playing in the background, yet he's beyond bored watching it, so he settles in questioning your questionable manners.

"How are you so chill about everything?"

"Oh well," You seemed focused on the show, surprisement showing itself once you turn to him. "I see these things in a daily basis, so it's really no big deal after a while."

"Curses?"

"Yep."

"You-"

"I'm going to clean the kitchen. Also, I ask you once the skies darken, to leave my house."

"..."

"Is there a problem?"

"I got no hideout out there."

"Suuure you don't." You sighed. "Alright, the couch is your best option; if I hear rumbles at night, or if you steal me or something, I'll be the one chasing you."

"Right, have fun cleaning the blood stained kitchen."

"The audacity." You left with a smirk, shaking your head.

Although you're weird, so far, you're also the most interesting individual Toji has come up to par with; something in this house prickles at his skin to stay. Plus, the fluffy cat laying on his lap is very cute aswell.

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𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Word count: 1200+

Contents/Warnings: (1) Fushiguro Megumi x gn!Reader (2) Classic training but no fighting scene I apologise (3) A... dirty humor joke? (4) Idiot in love cough cough (5) Laidback romance, this may become a pattern on my fanfiction :3

A/N: Hello, I introduce myself as Hara! This is my very first written piece! I would like to apologise for any typos, english is not my first language; that being said, I hope this works out alright! :)

It's around mid afternoon, the sky painted in a vibrant blue with multiple clouds scattered around, Fushiguro recalls having started training right after lunch; he politely declined Maki's suggestion of training together, it wasn't about strength or fighting hand to hand today, the struggle was his shikigami. Lately, he's been having problems over teamwork - before, he thought such a thing was impossible, since all of the shikigami were under one will alone, being his. Yet the amount of times the divine dogs have bumped into eachothers, sometimes Nue would simply skip past the target, not paying attention to it at all.

Or perhaps, he himself was to blame. Fushiguro likes thinking about you, more than he'd admit, but now it's starting to distract for real. That's what he need, to think of you- I mean, concentration! And maybe, new group attacks, that would do nicely, too.

He's been beating a tedious dummy for a hour and half now, maybe more. After managing to make up a combo or two, he sits down on the grass, just to breathe for a moment. Breathing is nice, he observes as the divine dogs go slack like their owner, now playing around with one another rather than chewing the dummies stuffing. His black and white snake is watching the banter between the canine shikigamis, tongue coming in and out just like a real snake. Nue settles upon the dummies ragged body, eyes closed- peacefully enjoying sunbathing. Fushiguro had no idea they were so lively until now, now he knew why people constantly asked if they could pet his shikigami.

He glances down at the frog supporting his arm, it's like they enjoy just laying on grass, just breathing like him.

"How many buddies out! Are you training today, Fushiguro?"

At the sound of your voice, you bet his lips casually turn upwars in a casual yet small smile. Kugisaki saw it from distance once, says she it's almost a robotic response.

"Yes, I'm training their cooperation." Fushiguro replies, swiftly getting up. He notices the frog from earlier making a beeline to you, as if to say hello.

So you crouch down and pets it briefly, smiling at the small creature.

"That ought to be hard, specially with a innefective dummy." You approach its remains, chuckling at all the stuffing and cloth scattered around. "Make me your target instead!"

Say what?

"I uh, come again?"

"I'll do the running and dodging, it's much practical this way!"

He has trouble accepting that, even if it's true. You mean more than an ally on his heart, and besides, that's some Itadori-level-recklessy. So he groans, slightly irritated and obviously, worried for your safety. "You'll get hurt."

"Don't we get hurt everyday? Even if there is an accident, I know you'll call them out and help me quickly, you notice things fast."

He does, Fushiguro would help you in a heartbeat- probably faster.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, lash out on me!"

Putting 'lash' and 'me' in the same phrase got heat rising on his ears, but he complied nonetheless. "Just letting you know, I'll stand here and the shikigami attacks."

You protest. "Wouldn't it be better if you fought among them?"

"For today, I'd like to focus on their compatibility only."

"Oh, got it! Next time we can work on the latter option then!" Next time. He wants there to be a next time.

Even though you're the one troubling his mind in battles, he's head over heels. He remembers when it all started, your relationship is basically pools worth of quality time. You came along with Itadori, tangled into the mess back in Sendai. Strangely, Fushiguro clicked with you even faster than Itadori- your collected personality was a great factor, even though you are just as cheerful as the cherry boy.

"You're spacing out, what's up?"

Fushiguro's gaze snapped up to meet yours, realizing his mistake. "Ah, nothing, let's start." His hands folded as your guard rose, so it begun. If you noticed his lame excuse, you didn't comment about it.

The ravenette was pleasantly relieved how easily you could deceive and dodge his attacks, his shikigami may leave a tear or two on your clothes, that he didn't have to worry about, because they're easily fixable. Naturally, the toughest for you to dodge was mostly his snake, sometimes Nue would surprise you from above, nothing you couldn't handle. He started intensing up using the combined attacks, and immediately noticed your faltering steps, earning a bruise on your calf. Although neither he or you stopped, adrenaline rushing through veins nonstop.

You somehow finished training with a bite mark over your forehead, not deep enough to be worth worry. The instant your bodies came to slack, his shikigami ran to you like little children lost in a supermarket. At this point, it was pratically multitasking, to pet both demon dogs while trying not to run out of breath having Orochi wrapped around your midsection. Megumi flushed over the affectionate antics, knowing they were a manifestation of feelings within himself.

Now, you and Fushiguro are spawled on the training field, neither showered, coated with sweat sticking to your clothes, but it didn't matter much.

"I never realized, just how many cursed energy do you have? It's surprising how many shikigami you kept our for this long time." Fushiguro heard you shifting to sit up, and followed you up.

"A bunch." It was not a creative nor informative answer, but you took it in with a smile on your face anyway.

He watched you get up to fetch a drink, careful to not trip over the shikigami also scattered around -- Fushiguro always 'forgot' to put them away next to you.

You handed him a strawberry yogurt box, the same drink also sat in your hands. "Well then, why are you spacing out so much these days? You can be honest with me."

'She's oblivious enough, I'm in need of advice, it's convenient.' So he thought, figuring if he disguised it enough, you wouldn't be able to tell. It's not a big deal if you did, though, saves time actually.

"Something's on my mind, and it troubles me during fights."

"Simple, you can just come in terms with it."

He glanced down, "Why?"

"The sooner the better, when you accept something, it comes at ease on your mind. I'm a hundred percent sure it works!" You gave him a thumbsup, slurping on the pink drink.

"Such faithful source."

"I'm sure it does! The thought keeps coming back because you're denying it, am I wrong?"

Not really, no. Fushiguro wants to keep it as friendship for the sake of your both careers within the jujutsu world; he knows it's dangerous, yet a part of him just wants to say 'fuck it', like if he had the guts to. The ravenette thinks it's a way too much generic way to describe what he feels, but it's the easiest, so he goes with it anyway. The back of his brain fears rejection, part of the reason why he hasn't made a move yet.

"I'll try it out."

"Good!" And you're always supportive no matter what, to the point it charms him more and more everyday.

For now, he's okay keeping it platonic. But, when the day after tomorrow comes, he just might confess.

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