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Random Headcannons/Thoughts I Have About Nanami Kento Constantly

Mostly Gender Neutral, Mentions of “wife” and “her” a few times

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

CEO of forehead and top of head kisses. Especially when hugging you from behind

His hugs are so warm feels so nice

Subconsciously and mindlessly sways his hips and hums to himself when he’s cooking

Always wears an apron when cooking too. Rolls up his sleeves and a towel over his shoulder. Looks like a professional chef

He’s in the zone when he cooks. He enjoys it a lot. It’s like a self care time for him. Soothes away his stress. Loves it when you watch and/or join him.

Hug him from behind when he’s cooking and he melts. Smiles to himself and shuffles around the kitchen with you still hooked onto his back to continue cooking. It’s as if it normal at this point. Like a normal Tuesday. Even has a conversation with you like this.

Was extremely shy and timid when you barely started dating/still crushing on each other. Always too nervous to touch you. Would hold out his hand to touch your shoulder but gets nervous and holds his neck instead. Looking away and blushing

Kento is a kuudere. He acted cold towards you when he was crushing. Tried so hard to pretend he wasn’t a nervous, flustered mess around you.

Acts of service and words of affirmation are Kento’s main love languages

Often brought you a coffee in the morning when he arrived to Jujutsu High for work. Doesn’t look you in the eye, he just places the coffee on the table in front of you, sipping his to avoid your gaze. “Good morning, Y/N. Got you a coffee. Hope you enjoy it.” You couldn’t help not smiling while drinking it

He only stopped bringing you a coffee once you both started going in together in the morning instead. You often heard the employees whispering about what a cute couple you both were. And how handsome he was, how perfect of a husband he most be. You’d blush heavily since you both weren’t dating yet. But it was a nice thought to have. Eventually you both did end up getting coffee in the morning as a couple.

Very protective. Refuses to let you go on a mission on your own if he thinks it’s too risky. Will literally snatch a report from someone’s hand to read it to determine if he’ll come along or not. He usually wants to go on every mission anyways.

Kento would hate himself forever if you hadn’t returned from a mission that he could have been there to safely bring you back from. Will literally get horribly injured and still run to you asking if you were okay. Ignores his own pain for you to make sure you’re fine first.

Lowkey a bit of the jealous/possessive type but not to a toxic extent. Kento will wrap his arm around your waist and pull you close to him if he sees another person trying to flirt with you. Kisses you more than usually as well. His eyes are like daggers when staring at the person flirting. His jaw clenching and making his face look even more chiseled. Kento’s not leaving your side for the rest of the night. Hovering over you in a protective/possessive manner to keep unwanted people away

Loves it when you lay on top of his chest, both of you stretched out on the bed. His arms wrapped around while holding the book he’s reading. You doing your own activity or asleep on him.

Kento also always is tucking away your stray hairs or just patting/fixing it in general. He’s not doing in a mean way of “your hair is so messy! Keep it contained!” It’s just an endearing thing he does all the time. Act of service kind of thing. He never realized it was a thing he did until you pointed it out to him.

“Kento, you’re always messing with my hair and fixing it.”

“Am I?” He ponders and you nod in response. He just hums to himself and looks ahead. Slightly getting embarrassed because he never realized he was endearingly taking care of you like that.

Likes to take relaxing baths with you. Sit in the nice, warm water with added salts and scents that are good for you. Some nice candles burning and some soft music the enhance the atmosphere. Barely anything sexual ever happens. It’s just a nice intimate thing he likes to do with you. Kento feels like it’s bonding. Just hugs you close to him in the water. Most of the time he almost nods off with how relaxed he feels.

Quiet times with Kento are very common. He enjoys your company but also doesn’t feel the need to have to always talk. You can be doing your own activity and he’d be reading a book while sipping on some wine. You both are silent but content. Just generally pleased to be in each other’s vicinity.

100% if the type of man who becomes known as “the guy who’s in love with his wife”

“My shift is over. I’m leaving now, my wife is waiting for me.”

“My wife loves this snack, where did you get it? I want to get some for her.”

“I’m not doing overtime, my wife would be upset if I don’t arrive home on time.”

“My wife made me this lunch, get your hands out of it.” towards Gojo who is trying to sneak a bite

Lowkey adopts Itadori Yuji with him I have a soft spot for Yuji, he’s just too cute

You invite Yuji and his friends over for some dinner and Kento sighs when he sees the large group walking in

Is such a dad with all of them

“I didn’t know I’d become a dad this quick…” he sighs in defeat and you laugh at him

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#i think of this everyday #then i remember i purposefully put myself thru situations that caused me to be in that exact situation #😭😭😭🤣 #sometimes the world just likes to shit on my life #guard may baliw dito

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Title: pretty eyes [short story] Pairing: Gojo Satoru x gn!reader [soulmate au; takes place eight years before the yuuji and sukuna fusion] Genre: josei, romance, fluff, comedy, and your normal tragic angst!

Summary: in which the right eye is mine and the left eye is yours and when we meet for the first time, you see your own eyes staring back at you. Warnings: language, blood, minor manga spoilers, mild ooc gojo and death

Notes:  can we all just sit down admire satoru? Like the eyes man, the attitude omg… Ah im so sorry in advance  if hes ooc here sksksk it is my first time to write about any jjk characters and I havent fully grasped them yet despite reading the manga anyways i wont be online next week and tomorrow so i decided to publish this ahead of time. ily all and again thank you for the love and support, it does mean a lot *bows down* see you all again when i’ve got time? jskskss i fucking hate college and online classes, satoru save me please soulmate au’s [not read in any particular order nor are they connected, they just share the same trope]  Pretty eyes [gojo vers.] ||  lasting blues [toji vers]

tragic soulmate au series || taglist 

“Pretty.” were the very first words you uttered in complete awe as you saw yourself in the mirror and no, this wasn’t directed to your physical appearance. It was directed to your left eye, the eye of your soulmate.

Contrasting to your normal boring color on the right, your soulmate’s eyes were ethereal and unreal. How could someone have such pretty eyes? It was completely surreal at that point that you refused to believe that someone with these eyes were actually human.

You placed one hand and gently caressed the left side of your face where the pretty eye rested, “You must be an angel.” you muttered, “Only angels have pretty eyes.”

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#PINATAY MO NA #ANNANSNSNSNSJSJS #SHET NAMAN #BAT AKO UMIIYAK AHAHAHAHA STRESSED NA AKO SA ACADS DUMAGDAG PA TO

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i need some fine wine and you, you need to be nicer | kento nanami x reader — masterlist

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Kento Nanami X Reader

Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Workplace AU, Enemies to Lovers, Eventual Smut [#finewine]

Summary: “Will all due respect, sir, I think you’re aware that Mr. Nanami and I don’t necessarily have… the best work dynamic. For the best interest of the company, I think it’s best to rethink having me as a co-manager,” you say to your boss, unaware you’ve been gripping at the armchair cushion too tightly.

“Are you letting your personal feelings towards me affect how you work?” your senior coworker asks with a slight smirk that is only noticeable to you, “How unprofessional.”

A small input on an upcoming company event lands you as one of its project managers. Regardless if you wanted to do this or not, you’re still damn sure you’re gonna work your ass off to make sure this event is a success, and if that means working day in and day out with Nanami Kento, then so be it.

Word Count: 36,173

Status: Completed

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

#tbr

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This Isn’t Domestic Bliss [Gojo Satoru/Reader]

Summary: You and Gojo live together. If this was what domestic bliss looked like, you didn’t fucking want it.

note: just wanted to write a gojo smooch fic, kinda. a bit of domestic gojo since gege will never give it to us. no pronouns are used, everyone can read it!

The first kiss you shared with Gojo had been unremarkable in every way possible. It had come without the undertone of desperate longing, of fire burning beneath his fingertips as they caressed your skin along your face to your lips. Too many of your evenings were spent in front of a television watching dramas depicting romance as something fiery and wild, every glance and feel fervent with unhinged passion. You thought experience would’ve made you wiser than to be lured into the trap of scripted romance, and the glamorous pairs always flooding your social media.

A call came from you mother around seven in the morning on a Friday, merely minutes after you had crawled out of bed on your hands and knees for the door. It was early evening overseas for her, but in her enthusiasm to let you know that your care package had arrived at the postal office, she had forgotten the time on your side of the world. Even years later after forging some form of stability for yourself in Japan, you knew fully acclimating the differences in time zones would be impossible (especially when your mother’s main purpose in life was meticulously tracking shipments to you).

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#OMGGGGGGGG #REAL SHIT #WAHHHHHHH #SUPER CUTE

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After a Dream [Gojo Satoru/Reader]

summary: you’re a non-sorcerer assigned to gojo at the request of masamichi, shrouded in mystery. one night, you wander into his room after a particularly vivid dream and air your feelings about it.

note: no pronouns used, everyone can read!

Unlike most things in his life, you didn’t come into it like a tempestuous storm thrashing around a boat clumsily hammered with tarnished nails and rotting planks; rather, you were a hazy day at sea, that trance an innocuous loll the vessel guided him towards until it was too late to realize the haul was submerged and there was nothing he could do to stop it from being swallowed by the vastness of the murky depths. You managed to weasel your way through the only minuscule chip in his armor, instilling the fear that you could rip it wide open for the rest of the world to see. When he was with you, his thoughts weren’t in constant motion the same way a film projector would be; he wasn’t trying to anticipate what you were doing next.

Frankly, he didn’t find you threatening or something worth holding in high enough regard to be particularly attentive to. You were weak, you were a normal person cruising through life without giving any thought to the grand scheme of things; what was just below the surface, beneath your nose, only just out of sight.

He knew better than to be so completely foolhardy to make assumptions when it was Masamichi who delivered you to his doorstep. To watch over you, aid in your acclimation into a new culture and country as repayment for enough things in the past. Masamichi had given him utterly useless, overly vague details on your background and why you were even in Japan– just that it was a final kindness to your family.

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#THIS IS SO #OMG #im sawry but this is so good #i love short pieces like this one #also this is my first time seeing a gojo interpretation like this #slay

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐱 𝐅.𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. BY READING THE CONTENT BELOW YOU CERTIFY THAT YOU ARE 18+!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

⛩️PART I. THE SHRINE MASTER'S BRIDE

⛩️PART II. THE SHRINE MASTER

⛩️PART III. FOR YOU

⛩️PART IV. GOD & GODDESS

⛩️PART V. TAMED

⛩️PART VI. UNTITLED

#I LIVEEEEE #FOR OOC SUKUNA #SO GOOOD

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I FUCKING HATE YOU— S. GOJO

CONTENT WARNING: gn!reader, toxic relationship, degradation (m. receiving), impact play (m. receiving)

you grab gojo’s jaw tight in your hand and tilt his face up to look at you. “you’re fucking pathetic, satoru. the only thing you’re good for is a good fuck, you hear me?” his face floods with a genuine shock and embarrassment as your words deep into his brain. disgusted by his facial expression, you decide to wipe it off his face entirely. your hand swiftly makes contacts with the side of his face— turning it in the process. you’re able to see the way his jaw unhinges in an attempt to relieve the pain he just experienced. what a stupid whore— willing to be treated like shit as long as he was able to fuck you. it truly was pathetic, but he couldn’t stop himself from coming back every single time. the late night phone texts always said the same thing. “want to fuck, see you in 20.” he couldn’t stop the way his heart rate picked up, or the way he rushed to get there each time in 20 minutes. it was addicting, you were addicting. he always left with a heavy heart— swearing that this would be the last time he nearly wrecked getting to your apartment. it won’t be, though. he’ll be stuck in this toxic loop until you get tired of him and block his number. and you will, one day. it won’t be anytime soon though— not with the way he fucks you. it’s rough and desperate. it’s as if he’s trying to fuck all the hatred out of your body. he wants you to love him— needs you to love him. it’s the same reason he drops to his knees as soon as he walks through the door. it’s the same reason he uses his fingers to stretch open your whole. it’s the same reason he bullies his cock into your hole. it’s the same reason he moans deep in your ear— even though you won’t even open your eyes to look at him. and after all that? he cleans you up, changing you into a fresh set of clothes. he tries to kiss you, knowing you’re gonna turn your head at the last minute to dodge his kiss. at the end of each night, he takes his time dressing himself, knowing that as soon as his clothes are on he’ll be forced to leave. and that’s exactly what happens every night. it kills him the minute he feels the harsh air hit his face. he wants to go back inside and beg you to let him stay, but he doesn’t. instead he goes home and sensually fucks his fist imagining that this is the night you ask him to stay

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#oh this is GOOD #SO GOOD #i love it when its the other way around #gojo #rec

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— you keep me hanging on (2/2 - part one) satoru won't let you go

satoru gojo x reader hurt no comfort, emotional cheating so sorry for the wait! wc: 2.1k

if there is one thing you excel at, it's avoidance.

satoru learns this almost a month after your break-up.

you both share the same workplace but, somehow, you manage to vanish in thin air each time he tries to casually bump into you (he's always searching for you, but you don't want to be found).

if there is a meeting with the rest of the staff, you'll be the first to leave. while training the students, you'll make sure to find your own space, far away from his. he also notices how you no longer frequent your favorite cafe downtown (it turned out to be his favorite one, eventually) and it's fine, he guesses. you had asked him for space and he agreed to give it to you.

(but he'd be lying if he said he doesn't grow desperate as days —so painfully and slowly— pass by and all of his hopes of keeping you near slowly fade).

he’d been too confident, too positive.

he assumed that the “friendly” ending between you wasn't just inside his mind. you'd wished the same, he was so sure of it. so sure he completely ruled out the possibility that you’d want him out of your life forever.

and of course, things wouldn’t be the same —he wasn't fucking stupid. but god, was it too selfish to wish you to look once in his direction?

(maybe it was).

(but can anyone blame him for not wanting to lose you?)

it seems like an impossible scenario, anyways. satoru gives up after weeks of misery.

so he decides to occupy his head with other things in the meantime: teaching his students, fighting curses, them.

he's happy.

he believes so while drowning himself in his perfect, little, and meticulous routine.

and everything's fine.

(until it isn't).

déjà vu. satoru is familiar with the feeling when he finds out about the mission —your mission: a grade 1 curse in shinjuku.

satoru doesn't want you to go alone.

nonetheless, they've been clear with their orders. there are only a few available sorcerers, he is urgently needed in asakusa and you're more than capable of dealing with the case alone.

and he knows that.

it's not that he doubts your abilities. he's trained you himself, he's witnessed firsthand how effective you can be but he's also aware that even the strongest ones have fallen with the right combination of unfortunate events.

he was the one who requested to work by your side from the beginning. then, something done out of habit became a source of improvement. he was more fruitful (better) by your side because he could focus on the task without dwelling on your wellbeing.

now, the newfound information about your separation obviously had reached the senile ears of your superiors and they'd not hesitated to take advantage of this.

(pieces of shit).

yaga's the first to hear from him. what was intended to be a polite complaint quickly turns into a heated discussion that lasts almost half an hour. satoru's stomach churns the third time he hears that it's not his business anymore (and he makes sure to make it the last when he decides to end the shouting match).

he storms out of the room and slams the door behind him (the frames hanging on the wall tremble) (he thinks his legs do so too when he finds you standing right before him, all tongue-tied and stiff).

he wonders for how long have you been standing there and just how much you heard exactly about what went down inside that room (him begging yaga to make up an excuse for you or yaga scolding him for overprotecting you).

elation warms his mind and body when he's suddenly conscious of something: what he has craved for more than a month, is right there, standing before him.

he manages to forget about his worries for a second. he opens his mouth to speak but ends up pressing his lips into a tight line when he tragically remembers just where you both stand right now.

(right, space).

satoru makes a turn to leave yet stops dead in his tracks after a couple of steps.

him letting you avoid him for the last month doesn't mean that he will willingly sit back and watch you get thrown into the lion's den.

(fuck space).

he turns around, strides in your direction, slips his hand into the crook of your elbow and pulls you inside one of the empty classrooms. you're grumbling about something on the low but satoru doesn't catch it.

once he closes the shoji screen behind him, he lets out a heavy breath and rakes a hand through his platinum hair. he shamelessly shushes before you can even try to say a word (it's ironic, actually. he's been dying to hear your voice and as soon as he has the chance, he's quick to ditch it).

"don't do it." he hadn't really intended to be so upfront but, at this point, he's extremely distraught. odds are against him (both of you) and he hasn't got time to sugarcoat his desperation. "don't go."

and if you know him well (which, you do) you'll pick up the quaver in his words.

"wh-what?" you mumble.

he can see right through your narrow eyes and your furrowed brows. you move your head from side to side and insist, "what's wrong with you? i'm not following."

(so you didn't hear his heated exchange with yaga).

"the mission," he clarifies swiftly. "it's too dangerous. let someone else deal with it."

his words are followed by nothing but silence. you look completely nonplussed and he doesn't know what to expect from you next. you've never taken orders from him —you were never anything less than his equal. and the few times he'd tried to boss you around, either you had laughed it off or told him to go fuck himself.

the latter one seems to be the case this time when you scoff, "are you serious?"

very fucking serious.

"yes."

you bark out a half-suppressed laugh (full of disbelief and offense, he believes).

"there is no one else available"

"yes, there is. in two days," he quickly rebuts.

"three people have died already. we don't have the luxury of time." you lift your arms with your palms facing upwards as you shrug and purse your mouth. “why are we even talking about this, gojo? why are you suddenly babysitting me?”

satoru cringes notoriously as soon as you call him by his family name. any bit of hope is short-lived and he truly fears, for the first time, that keeping you close is nothing more than a pipe dream.

he shakes the painful feeling away (he'll have time to grieve later).

“i’m not babysitting you. it’s just… that I’m not going to be there with you.”

which sounds, unfortunately, exactly like babysitting. he realizes this when the wrinkles on your forehead deepen.

“so you think i’m useless without you.”

he rushes to explain, “no. no—fuck. no. i didn’t mean it like that.” he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, rubbing the back of his head. “i’m scared.”

you blink in astonishment.

satoru can see why.

he was never one to acknowledge fear. not in front of his superiors, not in front of his peers, not even you. he carried himself full of cockiness, brashness, and arrogance. how could he not when he was invincible? (but people surrounding him are not) (satoru knows it well).

"scared?" you repeat, as if you hadn't heard him well.

"… yes."

"scared of what?"

"of something happening to you. i-fuck. i've always been with you and now i'm not. i can't—" he pauses, then sighs. "you know i never could."

you glue your eyes to the floor. "sometimes things don't go the way we want to."

and satoru nods with mortification, working his jaw in displeasure.

“don’t do that,” you whisper.

he raises his eyebrows in question. “do what?”

“that. that thing where you torture yourself in silence.”

“what am i supposed to do, then?” he counters.

“i don't know” you shrug and answer, slowly, “but… the only thing on you is the end of our relationship. what comes next, doing stuff separate from each other, what happens then —that’s just natural, right?”

no, it isn't, satoru wants to disagree. not in your world. not when it comes to you. there's nothing natural in leaving you behind.

(but he guesses it's only reasonable for you to want to after what he did to you).

and satoru may have hurt you. he knows he broke your heart but you still manage to let out a chuckle in front of him, “c'mon, we're no different than other ex's. just add evil, slimy curses.”

(it will stay in a piteous attempt to lighten the atmosphere).

“this isn’t funny.”

“i know.”

“do you?” satoru shoots back, “i didn’t go everywhere with you just because you were my girlfriend. you’re reckless. you don’t care f—“

“no one has ever died on my watch."

“it’s not them who you forget to take care of. it’s you. you’ll die one day! do you understand that?!” satoru lowers his voice. it does not quaver (he makes sure of it) but his fist clenches and unclenches by his side, “you’ll die and i won’t be there for you.”

his unwaveringly beating heart is the only thing he can hear for some seconds.

right there.

his greatest fear.

the everlasting nightmare.

gojo satoru is not haunted by ghosts but an idea: losing you. he may (or may not) resist the distance between you, yet he could not bear a world that doesn't have you in it.

(he already lost once, he will not lose again).

so he has to try (for you. only you).

"please," he murmurs under his breath, it barely reaches your ears. "just listen to me."

how was it any different than when he stayed glued to your side each time you were hurt? how was it any different than when he made you warm tea and prepared you a hot, warm bath every time you caught a cold?

satoru cared for you. and you not being together didn't mean that he had to stop doing it.

so why couldn't you just listen to him?

"gojo," you start.

and he immediately recognizes the decisive tone in your voice. you're not backing down (but neither will he).

"no."

"listen–"

"i said no."

he takes a step back.

but you take two steps forward and suddenly you're engulfing him with your arms. you rest your hands behind his neck, your fingers timidly caress the tips of his silver threads. satoru hesitates no less —but eventually, he lifts his own arms and wraps your torso in a hug.

he sighs. closes his eyes and rests his head against your shoulder. you're pressed close against him. and it feels so right. safe. warm. he hadn't realized how cold everything had been until that moment. had he fucked up so badly? did he make a mistake?

he was so sure of it back then (he'd been thinking about it for weeks). and he knew it wasn't fair to you. it wasn't fair that he slept with you while his head was plagued with thoughts of another woman. it wasn't fair that he wanted to see her just as bad as he wanted to see you.

and he realized, later than sooner, that that's all he had been to you lately: unjust. unfair. a cruel boyfriend. a piece of shit.

so he let you go —or he tried, at least. because he understood that that feeling, that despair that has been haunting him for so long, wasn't happiness —it was heartbreak. repentance. he hadn't only hurt you, he'd destroyed himself in the process of doing so too.

and what was once a promise of eternity —the greatest love story told in jujutsu history, like he used to tell— ended merely a tragic, sorrowful tale.

but he was too late to fix anything.

he knows so while he holds you between his arms.

"i know your heart is in the right place," you start, barely in a whisper. "but let me do this. i got it."

you got this. he wants to believe so too.

he doesn't resist when you push him by the chest, slowly. so softly. your face is closer than it'll ever be again. you smile at him —there's mercy etched on it (he believes pardon too). then, you turn on your heel and leave the room.

he remains still, frozen. eyes glued to your back. and it should've never been so easy to let you go. not then, certainly not now (but he still did back then, and he still did so too now).

and he can only think (and later regret) that he should've fought harder. he should've fought for your love, he should've fought for you.

because what's the point of being the strongest if he can't save the ones he loves?

thank you for reading!

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CAN WE DISCUSS

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Which jjk characters do you think would approach their crush first? Which ones would be the other way round?🌹

itadori: absolutely approaches first. he’s nervous, of course, but he wants to be around the person he likes as often as he can, in whatever way possible. especially since he’s meant to be executed, he has no idea how long it'll be postponed for, and he’s doing all that he can to make the most of his time. he doesn't want to go out regretting not telling you how he feels or being too much of a coward to talk to you, so yeah, he's flustered, but not extremely so. if he finds himself stalling, he’ll probably tell himself to get a grip; he's serious about you and wants you in his life. he wants you to know how he feels about you.

megumi: if it wasn’t obvious, i think his crush would have to approach him first. megumi is preoccupied with a lot- his sister, his dangerous profession, his friends- and admittedly, he’s scared. but he also thinks that it just doesn't make sense for him to pursue a romance. he’s pretty cold and distant with everyone he knows; it's not like he’ll suddenly find it in himself to become approachable, so his crush would probably be the one who closes the gap between them, as that's how most of megumi's relationships start off. sure, he still seems cold, but he’s beyond grateful that you managed to wedge your way into his life.

nobara: i'd say nobara would be the first to approach her crush. nobara is bold and upfront, but she's also strict about who she lets into her life. when she has a crush, it's on a person who she's already made a place for in her heart (or maybe they just sat down and took a seat, as she described with yuji), so she's not making much of an effort to get rid of them. she’ll want to be around them a lot, do things with them and maybe even get personal with them. she thinks very highly of them and i don't think has much of a problem bringing up the idea of romance with them either. 

maki: crush would have to approach first. 100% there truly is no way around this. maki sadly has a lot of horrible experiences with relationships. she's closest with inumaki and panda, but strictly on a platonic level and she seriously doesnt have a clue in the world how she would go about a crush. so she just doesnt. probably does everything she can to argue against her feelings- plus, training and getting strong is her main priority, so if any romance is being initiated, it would first be from her crush. she probably does her best to push them out at first, but eventually they’d become closer and she may eventually stop trying to deny her feelings.

inumaki: conflicting, but i think he’d purposely let his crush approach him first. his limited speech makes it hard for him to properly communicate with those who dont know him well, but it’d probably be a little easier if he was already friends with his crush when he developed feelings. he's also already used to people being unsettled by him, so though he has a heart of gold, he really doesn’t want to scare his crush off. overjoyed if his crush approaches him first, but if he can tell his crush is nervous or he starts getting a little antsy, he’ll do his best to communicate how he feels first. 

gojo: contrary to popular belief, i think his crush would have to approach him first. he's a God amongst men, and he’s probably felt isolated from others for a long time. ever since he was born, he’s been targeted by curse users, and the last thing he wants to do is put the person he loves in danger just by being associated with them. gojo's one fatal flaw is the fact that, though he has extraordinary abilities, he's still human; he loves, and that is bound to be used against him. so as much as he may want to approach you, he’d do his best to resist for your sake. if he finds his crush approaching him first, he’d genuinely be taken aback. 

yuta: believe it or not, he'd approach first! he has insane determination and passion, so though he's embarrassed, i see him having a serious convo with his crush about romance or feelings. he cares deeply about his loved ones, and of course he’ll want to talk to and spend time with them. having a crush will fluster him,- he’s grown a lot, but he's still a little shy about the whole thing- but it won’t take him much time to approach, especially if he really likes his crush. like gojo, he’d hate to put them in danger, but he’s always prepared to risk his life for their safety.

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