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[t5ukishimakeis]

can i request a todoroki fic

i keep thinking abt your dorky izuku one and i'm like FUCKKK BROOOO I WISH SIX COULD WRITE ONE ABT TODOROKI no pressure but like pls i'm on my knees begging this is not a want this is a need /lh

blurb you should really keep up to date with all these rumors.

# fem!reader, fluff, mutual pining, 😭😭 dumbasses in love

a/n anything for you earf. 🙏

there are rumors flying around.

it spreads, headlines screaming todoroki shouto was spotted behind the school with someone else…! no, todoroki shouto was spotted on a date…! no, todoroki shouto has a life outside of school! with a secret lover? a secret girlfriend? 

it’s not that surprising—having rumors about you be the talk of the whole school, you mean, especially if you’re todoroki shouto. son of a hero, top ua student with a pretty face, insanely powerful, insanely smart, charming with his aloofness. really, it’s no surprise his name alone is capable of catching attention enough to alert the mass media.

you’re not todoroki shouto. but you’ve been hanging out around him enough to see face-first just exactly what he deals with every day.

that being said, you have a feeling he’s responsible for the forest fire of a school today.

your classroom is in chaos. you wouldn’t know what’s happening, you quite literally just entered. probably something about the hero class. or maybe all might is substituting someone today. or maybe midoriya got his ass kicked again, or vice versa.

“hey, hey, did you hear?” your seatmate, yokoo, giggles, his light brown hair bouncing. “did you hear about todoroki?”

i knew it. you mentally pump your fists in victory. “what about todoroki-kun?”

“he has a girlfriend!”

you pretend to gasp. romance and pretty boys aren’t new (there was even one about bakugou katsuki LOL). in fact, this might be the fourth rumor about todoroki having some sort of love affair—once, there was a rumor that todoroki is dating all the girls in 1-A.

for shits and giggles, none of the girls denied it. until yaoyorozu with the righteous heart dispelled the rumors herself, embarrassed and holding jirou next to her with flaming cheeks.

“really?” you almost laugh at the mental image of a constipated todoroki shouto facing yet again another gossip. “who?”

yokoo has a funny look on his face. “don’t act dumb, l/n! you tell me!”

you squint. “huh?”

a juicy rumor about todoroki shouto having a secret lover is the shit. and everyone is eating it up. maybe yokoo thinks you already know about it since you’re (kind-of?) friends with todoroki? it’s not the first time.

yokoo finally leaves you alone when the teacher comes walking in, one clap enough to make everyone shut up. yokoo keeps looking at you, though.

once lunch arrives, everyone slowly files out with their respective groups. you yawn, thinking about ways to scare shinsou because his expression is always funny, always the blank face.

but then suddenly girls are squealing and forming a crowd by the door. they’re talking over themselves for you to understand anything coherent, so out of curiosity, you nip on over to the source of girls fainting left and right.

todoroki shouto is standing outside your classroom, mismatched eyes scanning the classroom.

and todoroki shouto lights up at the sight of you as if he was looking for you. er—wait, no. he was definitely looking for you.

“y/n,” he says, striding in until he’s in front of you.

“um—!” you say, panicked. “todoroki-kun?”

todoroki blinks at your frazzled state, and looks around at the audience he just seemed to notice. “oh,” he says. “can we take this somewhere more private?”

whispers increase in volume. everyone’s staring with bated breaths.

you almost snap at them to fuck off and look away ‘cause this isn’t a free shoujo manga recreation. but your glare only makes the squealing get worse.

you know that you and todoroki can be labeled friends at most, but for him to say that in front of your classmates who he knows will talk about this with everyone… is honestly kind of scary. what’s got him in such a rush? did someone get into an accident? suddenly, you’re not sure if you want a confession.

you nod. “okay.”

with that cue, todoroki reaches for your wrist and leads you outside. he seems really determined to talk to you. it’s a little flattering.

is it just you or is his hand really, really warm?

wait, nevermind. that’s his left, dumbass, of course it is.

todoroki spares you a glance. “hm?”

you jump. “oh! nothing! sorry, was talking to myself—um.” with one last look around the empty floor, you turn to him. “what was that about, todoroki-kun?”

todoroki looks at you, finally, and you shiver yet feel warm knowing that he’s giving you his undivided attention. it’s probably his quirk. “are you free saturday?”

“…am i what on saturday?”

“are you free saturday?” todoroki repeats patiently.

your eyes widen in alarm. oh no. oh no. “uhm. perhaps. maybe. why?”

todoroki smiles—a tiny, tiny thing—and your heart skips a beat a few times looking at it. you realize you want to kiss the hell out of this boy, and his lips are only quirked a little bit.

as expected of the number one pretty boy…

“what do you need me on saturday for?” you ask him.

he stares at you. “a date,” says todoroki shouto, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

oh.

oh, duh, of course.

he’s asking you out on a date, obviously.

you choke. “wait—”

and then, the rumors start to make sense. yokoo telling you to not act stupid. everyone staring. everyone expecting something to happen with the secret lover.

you were just not informed that you’re the secret lover.

it’s saturday.

the date is fun. you’re ashamed to say you’re having too much fun because todoroki is the one who asked you out, but judging by the small grin on his face he tries so desperately to hide in his scarf, maybe you’re not the only one.

you let him feed you a gummy bear. it’s colored red. “thank’sh,” you mumble, and he smiles softly.

he also eats one gummy bear. it’s the same color as your eyes.

you’re aware of the eyes on you, despite todoroki’s pathetic attempt of a disguise. he must’ve forgotten that his hair is just as distinct as the scar on his face.

“c’mere,” you tell him, pausing as you turn to face him. he absolutely does not even question it as he leans down for you.

carefully, you tug on the hood of his top and pull it up until it covers his head. again, he does not question it. he has way too much faith in you. it’s extremely flattering.

“people won’t stare as much,” you explain at the confused look on his face.

todoroki hums, thumbing the bag of gummies and feeding you another. “does it make you uncomfortable? that people are staring at you with me.”

you snort, patting his cheek. “no, of course not. i thought it made you uncomfortable.”

he shakes his head. “it doesn’t. they should know who you’re out on a date with.”

oh my. “i didn’t know you were so possessive, todoroki-kun!” you tease, nudging him with an elbow. you’ve been doing that a lot since the day started, and he looks like he’s enjoying it.

he blushes, his entire face almost as red as the left side of his hair. “sorry, did you not—”

you laugh. “i don’t mind. i’m all yours, of course.”

the glint that flashes in his eyes shows that he very much likes that.

you stare at him for a few more moments, before finally turning away to proceed walking. “say, todoroki-kun, i got a question for you.”

“yes?” he holds out another gummy bear. wow, he sure does love spoiling you a lot today. then again, he always seemed to have fun doing it, so you let him.

“why—oh, thank you—why did you ask me out on a date?”

todoroki does that funny face again. “because i like you.” he studies your face through the corner of his eyes, and nearly blanches. “did you not know that?”

you feel as if you’re engulfed in flames. you blame it on your date. “i’m incredibly stupid, you see. i thought you were just—bored, or something!”

todoroki looks a little displeased that you said that. “you mentioned last week that you’re free from schoolwork this saturday, so i took the chance. i didn’t think you weren’t aware of my feelings, because everyone else told me they knew. except you, apparently.”

a garbled whine escapes your throat. todoroki flashes a smile at that, doing the same face he makes when he finds something adorable. “don’t tease me! i didn’t actually know!”

you’ve heard of rumors of todoroki having a crush. of him sending longing glances at a particular someone when given a chance. but you thought that was stupid! because most people in high school would end up crushing on someone! hell, you’re pretty sure everyone has a crush on someone in class 1-A (and god forbid aizawa-sensei), but to think someone from 1-A likes you…

todoroki pokes your possibly warm cheek. “you’re flustered. does that mean you like me back?” he asks out of nowhere.

you were just not informed that you’re todoroki’s crush.

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[ 𝟑:𝟐𝟕 𝐀𝐌 ] 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔.

geto supposes this is a bit odd—he doesn’t usually race to apartments and knock on doors incessantly at three am, he doesn’t usually show up in a wrinkled t-shirt and mismatched socks, and he doesn’t usually have his hair in a low bun that’s threatening to fall out any second.

but then again, he’s not usually staying up late at night and thinking about how the dude you called cute in your philosophy class is planning to ask you out tomorrow.

“suguru, what are you—”

“i love you,” he interrupts, a rushed and panted out statement, making your eyes widen. you stare at him, blinking as the light from the hallway stings your sleep hazed eyes.

“what are you—”

“i really fucking love you, and i think you should date me.”

and he does. geto suguru has been in love with you since the day you move next door to his childhood home. he’s been in love with you since the day you step foot on his lawn and tell him he needs a haircut. he’s been in love with you since the moment you worm your way into his life and bring your unwarranted opinions and know-it-all attitude, and he thinks that he’s the only one who deserves to love you at all.

the guy from philosophy (whatever his name is) doesn’t deserve your playful banter and witty remarks. he doesn’t deserve your random fun facts and ceaseless rambles. he doesn’t deserve your late night texts and whispered facetimes, and he doesn’t deserve you. not like geto does, at least, and geto suguru is not letting a mere schoolgirl crush come in the way of his carefully nurtured love.

“suguru, it’s three am,” you say in disbelief, rubbing the sleep from out of your eyes as you decide to acknowledge his (rather bold) statement after your brain starts functioning.

“that’s okay. i still love you at three am,” he shrugs, pouting to himself. he eyes your appearance, tries not to stare too hard at the way your shirt is a little low at the neckline, tries to avoid glancing at the plumpness of your lips for too long as you process his words with a soft frown.

“oh, really? you should know i’m rather grouchy when i’m sleepy,” you warn him, and then he cracks a smile—because that’s all he needs to hear to know you feel the same.

and he supposes it’s not hard to figure out that you do. it’s not hard to see that there’s love in the way you flick his forehead and tell him to piss off, or the way you curse him out as he steals your food with a scowl, or even the way you promptly leave him on read after every petty argument you have over text.

because there’s fondness in the way you fight back a smile as you roll your eyes, and there’s fondness in the way you slightly push your plate closer begrudgingly, and there’s fondness in the way you text him first the next day and ask if he’s ready to admit he’s wrong because you miss him.

and it’s an odd mix, the two of you, but your sun soaked fingertips against his moonlit skin feels as right as the sound of his name dancing off your lips, and he thinks you were made for him in every regard. so if he has to stand before you at three am and risk your wrath for waking you up, then he’ll gladly do that—so long as no asshole from philosophy is scoring a date with you tomorrow after class.

“yeah, i know,” he snorts, “you’re kind of grouchy all the time,” he adds, hand outstretched and carefully pressing against the curve of your cheek. you lean into his palm, let the roughness of his skin soothe over the longing in your heart.

“and you still want to date me?” you raise a brow.

“of course,” he says instantly, “so say you want to date me too. or i’ll resort to plan b.”

“what’s plan b?”

“killing the dude from philosophy that wants to ask you out,” he hums, “and everyone else that follows until i’m the only choice left.”

“i guess i have to say yes to avoid a lot of bloodshed then, don’t i?” you ask playfully.

but then your fingers smooth back loose strands of dark hair behind his ear, and your hand rests behind his head and pulls him closer—and he thinks maybe you’d have been inclined to say yes either way.

“oh definitely,” he grins, youth brimming over his features as your lips brush over his and seal the deal. and geto suguru has been in love with you since the day you move in next to his home, and he thinks he’ll love you just as much the day you move in next to his spot in bed too, arms circling around his waist and lips mapping his skin.

“in that case, lucky for them, i love you too.”

this is painfully cheesy but i want a soft childhood friends to lovers / boy next door trope with suguru so bad SOBS

[t5ukishimakeis]

avoiding your crush

feat. Gojo, Yuuta, Megumi

GOJO

“Hey I feel like I haven’t seen Y/n around,” Gojo sighs, slumping back in his seat. When was the last time he even saw you?

“Can’t relate, Y/n and I see each other all of the time,” Shoko says, her eyes glued to her phone.

“Same here, grabbed lunch with them yesterday,” Geto adds, giving a high-five to Shoko.

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call geto ru. he hates it <3

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 | 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔.

tags: college au!, suggestive comments, i characterized him how i wanted to idc

notes: in that case i’ll call him that just to make him mad <3

“don’t call me that,” geto huffs quietly, rolling his eyes as you snort from your spot on his chest. the television is simply background music at this point, and you don’t think either of you has paid attention in the last fifteen minutes to the movie playing—but you think you have other things you’re rather be watching right now. like the pout that’s slowly tugging at geto’s lips.

“what’s wrong with it?” you raise a brow, eyes laced with amusement as he grunts.

“sounds stupid,” he mutters quietly.

“i think it’s cute,” you insist, “a cute little nickname for my cute little boyfriend.” you lean up to peck his jaw with a giggle, and even despite the clear unhappiness sprawled across his features, he tightens his arm around your waist.

“i am not little,” he says firmly, and he almost sounds insulted that you’d make such an untrue claim, “i think i’ve shown you that more than once.”

“okay, maybe not little,” you hum in agreement, “but you’re definitely cute.”

at first glance, geto is not cute—he’s trouble. he’s got piercings lining his ears and tattoos littering his arms, and on most days, despite your incessant protests, he’s got a cigarette between his lips. he speeds when he drives and skips class when he wants and picks fights when he shouldn't. he’s bad news if you’ve ever seen it, but all things considered, you think he’s rather beautiful.

there’s beauty in the way geto isn’t a perfect picture, in the way he isn’t painted with careful brush strokes through deliberate thought. he’s shattered glass, each piece picked up and laid out until he’s built himself to be a mosaic of colors that leave you awestruck—and, when he’s lounging in gray sweats and a faded pacman t-shirt, you think there’s an air of innocence to him that no one else but you gets to witness. and it’s adorable, and you think you should remind him—even if he’s not the biggest fan of said reminder.

“don’t call me that stupid nick—”

“but it’s so cute,” you pout, “and suguru is long. ru is nice and short.”

“it’s so fucking dumb.”

“aw, but i love you, ru,” you emphasize the last part as you giggle loudly, leaning up to plant a wet kiss on his cheek. he pauses, turns his face to glare at you harshly—though it’s never really harsh if it’s at you—and scoffs, turning his attention back to the movie.

he doesn’t even know what’s happening anymore, not when he’s missed everything in the last twenty minutes, but he pretends to be deeply transfixed as you poke his chest repeatedly.

“you have to say it back,” you protest, whining when he doesn’t spare you a glance. “ru, you have to say it back when i—”

“‘m not saying it until you call me by my real name.”

“but it’s not as cute,” you huff, furrowing your brows, “quit being so bitter. satoru lets me call him toru all the time, he never—”

“wait, you have a nickname for satoru?” he interrupts, suddenly very interested in you once more. his head whips to look at you in shock, like your words are cold water splashed on his skin—and he thinks you might as well just drown him while you’re at it. “why does satoru have a nickname before me?”

“i call you babe,” you roll your eyes, “i don’t call him babe.”

“so is that the only privilege i get?” geto raises a brow as he questions you dryly. you fight back a smile, but it tugs at the corners of your lips anyway, making him flick your forehead as he fights his own grin.

“you’ve seen me naked,” you point out, “that’s a rather generous privilege.”

the smile wins, and it tugs at his lips this time as he chuckles lowly, pulling you closer as his hand sneaks up your shirt to rub your bare back. “true,” he grins widely, “seeing you naked is quite the privilege.”

and this is the geto the world doesn't quite understand—the one they don’t have the pleasure of seeing. the one whose smile is gentle and as warm as the sun on your face and soft as the grass under your feet, whose eyes are deep enough that you could fall headfirst. except falling is not falling with geto—you don’t even make it close to the bottom when his arms tug you into his chest and his nose digs into your neck and you feel the world pressed into your palms as he surrenders himself to you.

the shards of glass he’s rearranged aren’t as jagged at the edges as they seem when you look up close, and he doesn’t slice your skin open with his touch. and when he glitters under the rays of light that peak in through the curtains every morning, when the colors seem just a tad bit more vivid today than they did yesterday, you know your geto isn’t the geto the rest of the world knows.

your geto isn’t the stone-faced man whose name is a fearful whisper—he’s the boy in your grasp that pouts at the nickname you give him, the one whose skin flushes red as blush dances across his cheeks under your fingertips.

“is that all you’re here for? just to see me without any clothes?” you scowl, flicking his forehead. his hand grabs your retreating one, tugging it to his lips as he presses a chaste kiss to your wrist.

“don’t act like you’re not here for the same,” he snorts. “but you really call him toru? does he like it when you do?” by now, his voice adopts an edge to it, and the sudden realization makes his eyes narrow, “that asshole. i’ll knock him out next time i see him.”

“well at least he’s appreciative of my nicknames, unlike some people,” you glare at him, and geto thinks this is what everyone means when they say true love is sacrifice—he sacrifices his pride and quite possibly his dignity as he sighs deeply and caves.

“okay, you can call me that,” he grumbles, cringing at the way your eyes light up and then glint with mischief. something tells him you’d have called him that either way—but this, the permission, it makes it all the more dangerous.

“i knew you loved it,” you tease, pinching his cheek with a chuckle. “you’re too easy to read.”

“i hate it,” he scrunches his face in distaste. but truth be told, there’s a small part of him that can’t deny he’s almost giddy that he’s more than just suguru in your eyes.

“you love it. now say it back.”

“i hate it,” he insists stubbornly, but there’s a smile that pulls at his lips as he pecks your forehead, “but i guess i love you, though.”

and when your fingertips reach to trace over his skin, and love pours from your touch like a dripping faucet he never wants to fix, it fills into the cracks of the shattered pieces, building him whole and new.

i’m in writers block this short ass drabble took me hours to write sobsobsob i’m struggling yall. terribly so.

[t5ukishimakeis]

"i need yer help."

you turn to see miya atsumu: msby setter, general nuisance, your pr client. despite the suave air he attempts at exuding, his eyes cloud with harried desperation. something was up. another public image disaster on your hands?

"i told ma that i was going on a date with someone because she tried ta set me up." atsumu pauses, surveying your reaction to the news. "and i might've—"

"miya atsumu. what is it."

atsumu flinches at the use of his full name. his lips gape open and close, and the pit of your stomach deepens. you couldn't fathom what it is that gripped atsumu, out of all people, in a state like this—but whatever it is, it's bound to give you a headache.

"i, uh, might've said that we were dating."

the revelation calms the brewing storm within you—oh, it's just that—before the shock kicks in, restarting the havoc of emotions.

"what?"

"'m so sorry i got ya into this but yer the first person ta come ta mind and i freaked out so i told ma yer coming ta the family dinner over at my place and i just? i don't know? can ya come?"

atsumu's apologetic stature almost convinces you to say yes, but you know that doing so meant embarking on a long and winding pr catastrophe. what if the cameras followed you to atsumu's home? what if news got out, misconstruing your help as actual romantic entanglement? you could see the headlines flashing before your very eyes: MSBY SETTER DATING TEAM PR MANAGER?

besides, your unrequited feelings are bound to make matters worse. as atsumu's pr manager, pining for him was completely out-of-line. you have been staying away from him lately, hoping that the distance would make your crush disappear. jumping in as his one-time significant other would render your efforts useless, setting you back at square one.

"i'm sorry, atsumu. that's not happening. it's a disaster waiting to happen. you can tell your mum that we broke up today. it just wasn't meant to be."

you turn to continue with your daily going-ons, but atsumu persists, clutching your arm to halt your tracks. damn him and his unusually strong setter arms.

"please," seeing the lingering doubt on your face, atsumu quickly adds, "i won't bother ya with things like this ever again. just this once?"

with that, your walls crumble, just like they always do when you're around the blonde.

"one time."

you sigh, wishing that you could be more assertive with atsumu. shaking off your clammy hands, you wonder if your attempts at erasing your feelings worked at all, really—considering that you are currently standing before the door to the miya household.

it wasn’t designed scary in any way: just a plain, brown door that graced most homes in japan. the reason for the palpable fear lodged in your throat is the people you would find behind it.

you glance down at the ground, picking at what you wore for the date. fake date. a new concern appeared amongst the invasive thoughts already swirling in your head: oh no. what if this is the wrong thing to wear? what if—

your contemplation skids to silence when you feel atsumu's hand slip in yours. noting your surprise, he mouths, "'s so we look like an actual couple," an eternity later, atsumu rings the doorbell to his house.

the menacing door opens to the wisened face of miya-san, beaming at you with a grin that mirror atsumu's.

“oh!” she exclaims, patting her hands on the apron slung over her neck. “come in, come in!” next, miya-san takes a second to glance back in the house: “osamu! get out of the kitchen, yer brother and his sweetheart is here!”

atsumu gives his mum a hug as he crosses the threshold, no doubt in search for the delicacies she’s whipped up on the dining table. meanwhile, you stay in place, unsure of what to do.

you are awash with pleasant warmth when miya-san clasps your hands in a motherly tenderness. “oh, sweetheart. such a delight to finally meet ya!”

she guides you inside and you place your shoes on the genkan. “truth be told, we couldn’t believe atsumu’s tales of having a partner at first.” she whispers in a conspiratorial tone. “after all, who’d put up with a rascal like him?”

(atsumu protests with a “hey! i heard that!” while you suppress a giggle.)

you exchange small talk with miya-san, the cold of your nerves thawing in her easygoing personality. while she was in the middle of telling you about how atsumu, as a toddler, drew a mustache on his face with a permanent marker, osamu walks in the living room to signal that dinner was ready.

here goes nothing.

you take the seat next to atsumu, placing your hand on top of his. while your heart races at the contact, your logic rushes to chide the fantasy. it's play pretend so you look like a real couple. snap out of it.

"so," osamu starts, placing a bowl of unagi-don in front of you. "when did this idiot finally gain the courage to confess?"

you feel atsumu tense underneath you. he shuffles in his seat before straightening up, exclaiming, "we don't need to talk about all that—"

"oh yes," osamu grins, almost maniacally. "we do."

"'tsumu here's been obsessed with you ever since ya joined the jackals."

before you had time to process the news, miya-san pipes up. "oh, he'd talk our ears off about ya! downright lovesick fool, he was." her expression softens as she notices your hand on atsumu's. "'m so glad ya two finally got together. how'd he tell ya about his feelings for ya?"

"it took me by surprise, actually. i also liked atsumu for a while before we started dating, and he invited me out to dinner. that's where we both came to terms with it."

by the look of it, atsumu couldn't quite believe what you were saying. you couldn't quite believe it either.

"aho," osamu chuckles, flicking his twin's forehead. "couldn't come up with a more creative way of going about things?"

"shut up," atsumu mumbles, face tomato-red. miya-san waves her hand with a disinterested tch, like it was an occurrence she was used to seeing. "boys. enough of this now."

the rest of the dinner continues with nonchalant conversation, although you were wrapped up in the surprise of miya-san and osamu's admission. did atsumu really return your feelings? all this time?

lost in your thoughts, you didn't realise that it was getting late until atsumu gently brushes over your hand. embarrassment is still present on his face, yet he still tries to keep up the facade. "dinner's over. ya want me to take ya home?" you nod, still unable to process today's events.

you and atsumu walk to the door together, miya-san waves goodbye, osamu hollers, "stay safe, kids!"

(for what, you don't even want to imagine. this night has been awkward enough already.)

once you strap yourself in the passenger's seat, atsumu turns to face you. "'m sorry. i didn't think that, uh, ma and 'samu would, you know—"

your curiosity gets the best of you, and you cut off atsumu's apology. "what they were saying, is any of it true?"

atsumu freezes. he places one hand on the steering wheel before starting the engine, and his whisper of a reply barely skims your ear:

"yeah. all of it."

you sit in silence, absorbing the weight of the confirmation. the revelation calms the brewing storm within you—oh, atsumu likes you back—before the giddy disbelief kicks in. your laugh rings in the air, and atsumu extracts himself out of his forlorn state to look at you.

"well," you manage in between giggles, "same thing here, silly."

you think you won't ever get tired of the way atsumu's face lights up in joy: it is the rising sun, comfort, warmth. you've seen it after winning tournaments, and you see it now as he brushes your hair out of your face.

"'m glad," he grins. "i'll introduce you to my ma and twin over dinner some time."

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𝟐:𝟏𝟎 𝐩.𝐦.  — Kuroo Tetsurou

+ best friends, college au, no warnings.

You can hear how loud the wind was through the phone, almost drowning out Kuroo’s voice completely.  

“God, it’s horrible out.” He groaned into the phone, pulling his hood back onto his head once again, thankful that he decided to grab an actual coat today rather than the normal hoodie he wears. “You got any classes left today?”

“No.” 

That was a lie, you just really didn’t want to go to campus, it was cold and you were tired. Walking through that weather was the last thing you wanted to do. 

“Are you still coming over after class?” Your question was met with silence, and the a scuffle on the other end of the phone. 

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ur haikyuu boys — dialogue #5

you: "i'm so in love with you."

him: "you want an award or something?"

TSUKISHIMA, terushima, SUNA, SHIRABU, kuroo

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how to impress your valentine ! ( guide by kuroo tetsuro )

featuring. kuroo tetsuro ( wc. ≃ 1.85k )

warnings. kissing, my very very bad attempt at writing im not proud of this one at all el o el

note. for @hinatawa's xoxo, valentine mini collab ! this was so fun to write omg, so glad my brain came up with this !!

“what do you think couples do on valentine’s day?” kuroo asks, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if he has found something remarkable. however, ceilings have always been remarkable. especially when it’s valentine’s day when all your friends are busy with their lovers while you’re spending a tiring afternoon at your best friend’s.

“go on dates, participate in couple events, i don’t know, maybe even drop a marriage proposal,” you reply nonchalantly, so busy scrolling through your phone to even spare him a look.

kuroo sits up from your bed, a basketball in his hand as he shoots you a playful smirk. “speaking from experience?”

“i’ve seen it in the movies,”

“i wonder why you haven’t had a relationship yet,”

“i don’t have anyone i like.” you say as you look at kuroo— your crush for over a year now.

and that’s such a pathological liar behaviour of you, if you put it in kuroo’s words. but what else can you do, confess? that’s out of your league. because kuroo is your best friend before a crush, and you’d rather watch him get married and have kids than confessing and losing your heart as well as the friend you adore.

“then, would you like to be my valentine for a day?” you look at him, not expecting to meet his gaze. you feel your cheeks heating up, heart pacing infinitely as your brain signals you to look away, but you don’t. instead you let your eyes linger on him a little longer, allowing the butterflies to go crazy, and it all feels so timeless.

you replay his words all over again, it feels like a confession. then you hear something— wedding bells? nevermind, it’s just a dog barking outside. you must be so down bad for him to perceive the sound of dog barking as wedding bells. you’re not sure why it’s taking you so long to respond. isn’t this what you wanted? who cares if it’s fake, for there’s always a chance one of two pretending to be in love catches feelings. and in your case, you’re already in love with him.

“sure,” you respond, and so begins kuroo’s journey to figure out what couples do on valentine’s day, along with some personal goals he has got to achieve before the day ends.

“what are you reading, a guide on how to impress someone, huh?” you ask, peeking at his phone screen as he hides it behind his back, making you pout in return. “whatever it is, won’t work on me.”

he rolls his eyes at your remarks. “oh, i certainly don’t need a guide to impress you, yn. i can do it without one by the end of the day, wanna bet?”

you agree, but this sucks. because you already lost.

step one — go on dates

no, because first of all, you didn’t expect him to actually take you out on a date. of course, you don’t complain— you could never, and pretending to be his date would’ve been one of the best decisions of your life, except, kuroo’s making it hard for you.

“a skating rink?” you exclaim in pure amusement. “tetsu, i don’t know how to ice skate.” a part of you is excited because of how they do it in the movies— hands intertwined, one of them teaches while the other follows closely, and it’s a very intimate moment. however, his next words catch you by surprise, or rather, shock.

“and what makes you think i know?” then why are you smiling?!, you shout in your head. we’ll end up in the hospital! that might be an overstatement, considering you’ve never seen him skate and that he’s quite good at picking up instructions real quick.

but the rule applies— with kuroo, anything is possible.

you whine, putting on your skates. “why are we doing this again?”

“because couples go on dates? remember, you’re my valentine for day, sweetheart.” he replies with a grin, one that makes you roll your eyes at him. but that doesn’t stop your heart from doing back flips because of the nickname he used for you. it isn’t new, really, kuroo likes to call you all sorts of things and you’re pretty used to it but that one; it gives you butterflies. your mind repeats the sound of him calling you sweetheart with your heart responding with a faster pace, you aren’t sure if you’ll ever get used to this.

you try to shrug off the lingering thoughts storming your brain as you step into the rink with him right next to you. “when i said dates, i didn’t mean something that might break my legs,”

“you’re exaggerating,” he’s right, maybe you are, but it doesn’t really matter. “besides, even if you break your legs, you have your handsome and sexy boyfriend to carry you back home,” he smirks, winking at you before sliding his hands in yours and guiding you inside.

you feel heat climb up your cheeks. yeah, you can never get used to this.

step two — participate in couple events

“we’re not doing this.”

“you’re my valentine, yn” he says, putting an unnecessary amount of emphasis on the ‘valentine’ part.

you shake your head, arms crossed in refusal. “trust me, i wouldn’t have agreed i knew we had to do this,”

“you’re acting like you’ve never played pocky games,”actually, you have. honestly, you’ve played a lot of pocky games, so many you can’t count on fingers, but with him, not even once.

you fiddle with your fingers out of nervousness as he registers for a lucky draw before pulling out a pocky stick from the packet, looking in your direction. you don’t understand the logic behind all this. a pocky game? and that too when you’re just pretending to date him? as good as it sounds, you’re afraid a cardiac arrest will approach you shortly.

you watch as he places one end of the stick in his mouth, eyeing you to join him on the other with a taunting smirk. “c’mon, don’t be shy!” he mumbles, making you roll your eyes.

if only he knew the effect he has on you.

the next second, he pulls you closer by your wrist, excusing it when ‘the lack of time.’ and you tilt your head, holding the other end of the pocky stick by your lips as he smirks, inching closer with a speed that seemed proportional to your accelerating heartbeat.

your gaze flutters as he inches even closer, eyes finally closing as you feel his breath fanning on your lips. you don’t know what you’re expecting, maybe a kiss— wait, a kiss?! you must be going crazy.

and while you try to calm yourself down, afraid that the sound of your heart is audible for other people around, especially him; you feel him flick your forehead, causing you to open your eyes. “what the hell, tetsu?!”

“well, someone had to remind you to open your eyes, love.” your heart skips a beat again, this time at the sweet endearment kuroo addresses you as. he shoots a sly grin, nudging your shoulders with his’ “you were hoping for something, weren’t you?”

“wha—”

“something like a kiss— ow! stop hitting me!” he screeches as you slap his arm, a few laughs emerging from people around you as you walk away, leaving him behind.

“then quit your nonsense!” you laugh at yourself for being so obvious, cursing yourself simultaneously for making things a bit embarrassing. his teasing remarks plague your mind again and honestly, who are you kidding?

step three — drop a marriage proposal

“you don’t have to drop me home.” you clarify as you both approach his car, almost cursing yourself internally because how else are you supposed to go home, if not with kuroo? and even if the subway is an option, it isn’t because of the excessive multitude due to couples raiding literally every location.

“who said we’re going home right now?” he interjects your thoughts.

“we’re not?” he smiles at the way you raise your brows out of confusion and you take a seat in his car— which is ironic considering how you told him not to drive you home . “it’s 8 pm, tetsu. and i have a presentation to make for tomorrow's meeting.”

“should've made it before, love.”

love?!— you whine internally. you’re sure, you aren’t winning the bet at this rate.

“well, i didn’t know a certain someone would take me out on valentine’s and waste my whole day,” you scoff, leaning back on the car, looking at rather a younger pair struggling with the crane games, trying to claim that one penguin plushie.

“you didn’t seem to find this ‘waste’ during the pocky game,” you feel your cheeks heat up as you bite your lower lips in an attempt to escape the embarrassment. your gaze is anywhere but at kuroo, but you can sense him flaunting a sly smirk next to you. “anyway, we can’t go home now. there’s one more thing we need to do,”

“what thing?”

“the marriage proposal part,” and you stare at him with eyes wide open, wondering if he has finally gone crazy.

“you’re jok—”

“i’m not,” he cuts in. there’s a shift in the air; the playful bits from a couple minutes ago morph into much more series— something that’s making your heart run at a couple hundred miles per second. “well, it’s a little too early for marriage so we have to compromise with just a relationship.”

you wonder if this is a joke, if he’s just messing with you— oh my god, and what if he caught upon your feelings?! “does that mean you like me?”

“yes.” it’s a stern reply. you didn’t expect him to be this serious; heck, you didn’t even expect kuroo to harbour feelings for you. “i don’t know when, or how, nor do i have an explanation. i just like you, or scratch that, i’m in love with you. and all i know is that i need you by my side.”

and you tell yourself, don’t panic.

if it wasn’t for the wave of people in the city square, you’re sure you would’ve lost it. and honestly, who wouldn’t? you already feel like screaming, dancing and running— just anything to calm down this lovesick heart of yours.

“so what’s your answer?” he interjects again, pulling you out of your thought process.

all you do, as a response, is to pull him into a chaste kiss, catching him off guard. you feel him smile in between as he deepens the kiss, unbuckling his seat belt to inch closer— even closer than you both already were. and you remember thinking that if you knew kissing kuroo would be this magical, you wouldn’t have waited for years.

“i’m not sure if kissing was on the list,” he pulls away by a few millimetres, lips brushing over yours in a way it makes you want to pull him into a kiss once again. “by the way, you lost.”

and so you do, hands cupping his cheeks before kissing him again. “oh, i don’t think so.”

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[t5ukishimakeis]

❝newfound religion❞

(not my gif)

summary: what was supposed to be an opportunity to improve your understanding of the mystic arts quickly turns into an infatuation with the sorcerer supreme.

warnings: fluff, teasing at smut

word count: 5.2k

a/n: I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO WRITING THIS!!! there’s not enough dr strange fics and i’m here to fix that. this takes place sometime after doctor strange and sometime before infinity war— i don’t know how well this will do, so reblogs are appreciated!

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[t5ukishimakeis]

❝newfound religion❞

(not my gif)

summary: what was supposed to be an opportunity to improve your understanding of the mystic arts quickly turns into an infatuation with the sorcerer supreme.

warnings: fluff, teasing at smut

word count: 5.2k

a/n: I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO WRITING THIS!!! there’s not enough dr strange fics and i’m here to fix that. this takes place sometime after doctor strange and sometime before infinity war— i don’t know how well this will do, so reblogs are appreciated!

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[t5ukishimakeis]

Perfect Fit

PAIRING: Doctor Strange X Reader

WORD COUNT: 1438

WARNINGS: Just fluffity fluff fluff fluff

SUMMARY: Stephen wants to spend the morning in bed.

A/N: Not really proof-read because I cringe when I write fluff, but I'll do it tomorrow.

It’s been a while since Stephen’s been home in the morning. Most of the time he’s busy with whatever it is he actually does in the Sanctum these days now that Wong's the Sorcerer Supreme. You didn’t hear him climb into bed last night, so waking up to his arms around you, fingers intertwined with your own, is a more than welcome surprise.

Still groggy from sleep, you press a kiss on his hand before turning to face him. Your movements cause him to stir and he slowly blinks his eyes open.

“Morning,” you whisper, a soft smile on your face.

He groans and nuzzles his face into your neck, mumbling, “Morning breath.”

Of course.

You chuckle and begin to roll out of the bed, “Well, yours doesn’t exactly smell like a bed of roses, hun.”

He smiles and grabs onto your arm to stop you from getting out of bed.

“Stay? Please?” he asks, his voice still husky from sleep, “You know I’m only joking.”

You easily slide out of his hold and head for the bathroom, “Stephen, if I couldn’t tell when you’re joking, do you think we would’ve made it three years?”

"Eight if you count snap years."

You turn to him with a cocked brow, "What makes you think I didn't date other people?"

Stephen sits up, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Would you like me to play all those embarrassing voicemail messages you left on my phone during those five years?" he says as he reaches for his phone on the nightstand.

Your face drops and your cheeks begin to heat up. "You said you'd delete those."

"Those messages are basically you telling me how much you love me in like a thousand different ways," he puts the phone back down, "I'm never losing them."

You struggle to fight the smile forming on your lips. Even though he teases you about it, you can still remember how moved he was when he first heard those messages. He stayed up most of the night listening to them and as much as he could help it, he didn't leave your side for weeks after, wanting to be as close to you as possible.

“Please, come back to bed. Just for a few minutes."

“Hang on, I'm just brushing my teeth,” you continue heading for the bathroom , "You could do with some minty freshness too if I'm honest."

When you turn the handle of the bathroom door and open it, you’re immediately hit with a blast of ice-cold wind that nips at your skin and sends goosebumps up your arms. You can see the edge of a cliff in the distance with a steep drop off, and the sky is misty-grey. On the ground, the grass is dewy and wet from the cold.

With a heavy sigh, you close the door and turn to face Stephen, one hand on your hip and the other on the door handle. He’s sitting up now, his hands clasped over the duvet as he watches you.

“Stephen?”

“Yes?”

“Fix the damn door.”

He looks at you like he has no clue what you’re talking about, but you can see that mischievous glint in his eyes.

“There’s nothing wrong with the door,” he says in the most innocent voice he can muster up. Then in the next second he flashes you a grin and winks.

You want to stay annoyed at him, but he’s too charming to resist.

“Fine, I’ll come back,” you say as you walk back to the bed and climb in, “But only for a few minutes because your morning breath might actually kill me.”

He chuckles and pulls you in close as you settle in next to him. You immediately rest your head against his chest, one hand taking his, and the other sliding around his waist. You’re never more comfortable than when you’re cuddled up to him, listening to his heartbeat while you lay in comfortable silence.

You close your eyes for only a second when you feel something land on your lap over the duvet. It's a small bottle that rattles when you pick it up.

"Mints," you chuckle as you open it and pop one in Stephen's mouth and another in yours, "You know these'll only last so long, right?"

"Like I said; I only need a few minutes."

He has a suspicious grin on his face, but despite your confusion, you don't ask him about it. There's clearly something up his sleeve.

"I got you something yesterday."

"Did you?" you ask almost absent-mindedly as you trace the scars on his fingers with your own.

He loves it when you do that. His hands are more sensitive than the average person, so your soft touches against his skin are not only soothing – they send shivers down his spine.

"Mhm," he nods as he begins gesturing with his sling ring.

A small portal opens and something falls out, right into Stephen's outstretched hand. He opens his grip and you freeze when you see what he's holding.

Nestling in his palm is a dark-blue, velvet box.

You glance up at Stephen in shock then back to the box.

"Stephen?"

"Yes...?"

"What is that?"

He hesitates before offering an answer, "Earrings?"

You can feel the smile on your lips growing even though your heart is in your throat.

Then he opens the box to reveal a diamond ring.

You suck in a sharp breath. "I don't think it's safe to wear a rock that big on your ears," you joke, trying to keep your cool.

He chuckles softly and moves the box closer to the two of you. His hand are shaking, and he's keeping his eyes on the ring, unable to look at you. He's always that way when he's particularly nervous. You rest your head against his shoulder, hoping the contact will calm some of his nerves – and your own.

"I was walking around last night, trying to find the right words to go with this ring," he says, "All I could come up with is that generic shit you hear in wedding vows and Hallmark movies."

"They're pretty romantic though."

"Yeah, I guess," he sighs as he rests his head against yours, "But we're always honest with each other, so I can't lie and say that you're perfect."

You narrow your eyes and frown, "Weird way to convince someone to marry you."

"But I'm not lying when I say that you're perfect for me."

You turn to face him, your heart bursting with happiness, and press a kiss on his jaw. He looks at you and smiles, pressing his lips to your forehead.

"I'm a big believer in fate these days," he says, finally looking into your eyes, "And you're the only person I've ever met who...fits, you know? And I don't mean physically, I mean like–"

"Mystic shit."

He chuckles again and nods. "Mystic shit."

He gazes at you for a few seconds, his eyes filled with nothing but warmth and adoration, and you swear you've never felt more loved than in that one moment.

"Saying 'I love you' doesn't convey enough anymore. Not with you," he says, "You've said it in a thousand ways and I wanna say it in a thousand more so..." He brings the ring right between the two of you and holds it up, "Will you? Marry me?"

You're surprised by the sincerity in his tone. It's a genuine question he's asking, as if he truly doesn't know what your answer will be. His beautiful blue eyes are searching yours for any hints, and you can see that he's waiting with baited breath. That is when you know without a doubt that he's all you'll ever want.

You crack a smile as you raise a hand to cup his cheek, running your fingers through his curls and back down to his jaw.

"Seeing as you believe we're mystically fated to be together, I'm kinda stuck with you now, aren't I?"

He laughs in that pure, non-sarcastic way that he does when he's full of joy. It melts your heart and leaves you mesmerised by the sight of him. And it's so infectious that you can't help but join him.

He removes the ring from the box, and with shaky hands, slips it on your finger. You almost can't believe it's real as you lean your head against Stephen's shoulder and admire it with him.

"This could blind a man," you whisper, dazzled by the way it sparkles in the sunlight.

Stephen chuckles and kisses the top of your head.

"Only the best for you."

[t5ukishimakeis]

Anbu Kakashi x Anbu reader scenario where she's the team medic. And in order to heal Kakashi he needs to take off his shirt best anbu thing. And Kakashi being Kakashi he doesn't want accept help. And it ends in a confession. I DON'T KNOW WHEN I WAS KID I THOUGHT A CHARACTER HEALING ANOTHER CHARCTER WAS THE BEST LIKE MORE THEN THEM SMASHING.

I couldn't agree more Anon! Something about taking care of the one you love is so much more intimate then….other activities some times. Anyway, I really hope you like this one. My scenario writing is a little rusty so I hope I did your ask justice! ~ Admin Little Lace

It took you all of three seconds to rush into the woods when Yamato told you Kakashi was down. Moving swiftly through the tree you went over the formations and where your captain should be. You were new to the ANBU black ops, having received extensive medical training before joining. It had been daunting at first but soon the Elite squad had grown to be a family to you. None quite as close to your heart as your captain.

Being placed into his team had been luck you supposed. As medics were being assigned, no one had wanted to be placed with Team Ro on account of it’s Captain. It was well known that the pale haired man was called friend killer. As a matter of fact, and subject of several jokes, most of your peers were apprehensive about being placed under his command. You were only chosen for the squad because you had no opinion on the matter. Well…not exactly ‘no opinion’, you just didn’t share the common disdain for the man. A ninja’s life was a dangerous one, friends would surely be lost in times of war. But you couldn’t imagine someone who routinely cleaned the graves of their friends would be ‘proud’ to be called Friend Killer. Not anyone who looked that sad.

With great pride, and pity from you ignorant friends, you took up your post. To be squad medic, you were required to work closely with the captain and vice-captain. This put you in daily proximity to both Kakashi and Yamato as you were trained and taught formations and battle techniques of the team. Though were nervous, having heard all the stories, but you never saw the cold-blooded killer everyone spoke of.

He was kind and thoughtful. He took the time and introduced you to everyone on the first day. Each time he spoke to you, he made sure you understood everything you were being taught. He even helped you round up the team for full medical evaluations. (Though he gave you the hardest time through his own.) At times, he seemed and sounded distant, more than a little withdrawn. And yet, during those times, he never gave you or his team the inclination that he would sacrifice his friends for the sake of a mission.

But that didn’t apply to himself. He would often rush into battle with little to no regard for his own life, much less his safety. This is how you found yourself here now. Missing-nin from the Village hidden in the Mist had come into the border limits attacking (and thankfully only incapacitating) two leaf shinobi on patrol.

You had gotten the two stabilized and approved for transport when Yamato arrived to tell you the news. Firing off orders to get the two men to the hospital. There was a part of you that could hear your old sensei scold you for not asking information about the circumstances before running off. You wanted to be rational about this, you did. But the though of the man you loved out there somewhere hurt, made your heart thunder in your ears moving to his position.

Yes, you had loved him. It wasn’t something you had planned on. It had come about slowly sneaking up on you one day. Nothing spectacular had happen. If anything the day had been particularly horrible. You were struggling the first few training sessions. ANBU didn’t train like ‘normal’ shinobi. You felt like you couldn’t get the rhythm down and seemed to be tripping up or not throughly understanding the formations. Due to this, you were getting frustrated. Heaving a heavy sign you de-geared, taking off the cat mask, you had been given. Scrubbing your face with your hands you tired to calm down. Suddenly a heavy presence was on your head. Looking over your shoulder, you were greeted with the sight of your team leader.

Ruffling your hair, the masked man closed his eye. His head tiled a bit, in that moment you realized he was smiling, your heart beat a little faster giving him a sheepish smile back

“You’re getting it, don’t give up.” Just with those simple words you could feel something change. Something about him had been different. From that point on, each interaction had grown the feeling in your chest. Every covered smile, every gentle word of helpful instruction and every argument over his general health, all of them had slowly allowed him to be the one that held your heart. And now because of his own self-sacrificing ways you may lose him.

Making it to the clearing, where he should be in the formation, you looked over the scene of carnage. From your spot in the branches, you counted the bodies littering the forest floor. Three bodies of unknown shinobi lay, two in positions brought from an agonizing death, the third with a large familiar whole in his chest. Your eyes searched before finding a familiar mask.

Leaping down you made your way toward your target, “Captain,” you voice catching his attention. His head lulled up, darken holes of his mark boring into you. You looked around him, smelling the metallic musk of blood and the strange waft of static. Strewn about him were various senbon, shuriken and Kunai, each coated with blood. Ambush, your mind concluded as you kneeled next to him, examining his tattered and bloodied uniform.

“You’re late,” he spoke, his breathing labored, the next symptom adding to a mental list as you observed him.

“Lost on the road of life,” you echoed back to him, with each pass of your gaze you found yet another wound.

“That’s my line,” he joked shallowly, his breath catching on the exhale. He was riddled with so many holes.

“You really should have keep these in so you don’t bleed out,” you scolded before going through his injuries rambling as you tired to match up punctures and gushing wounds to each wayward tool. You placed your hand over his thigh, a green light emitting from your fingers. “Large open wound on the left shoulder, two senbon wounds to the inner thigh, heavy lacerations to the arms and chest…” you rambled assessing what needed to be treated next. Although the cuts and injuries were deep you had seen Kakashi get up from much worse. Hell, you’d seen him keep fighting with much worse. What was keeping him immobilized?

Quickly taking off his mask you saw his forehead covered in sweat.

“Hey,” he protested weakly.

“Poison,”  you stated looking around the pool of weapons that surrounded him. Matching up the wound on his shoulder to that of the Kunai. Said tool covered in his blood and a dried blue substance of some kind.

“That’s what it feels like,” he struggled, the wound on his inner thigh closing, you began working on cutting away his armor.

“Whoa,” he grabbed for you wrist, stopping the quick precise cuts.

“Captain, I need to look at the wound,” you retorted sternly. The man didn’t take you seriously as he struggled to move.

‘I’m fine,”

“No you’re not,” Keeping him in his position was proving to be a feat as he disobeyed your orders. Until he couldn’t, his body simply no following will as he rested back against the tree. His remaining strength holding you wrist to stop you.

“If you don’t let me identify the poison, it will continue to spread. You’ll-” the word stopping in you throat. Swallowing thickly you look to the man as his grip tightened. The silence that followed telling. Your eyes widened. Is this what he wanted? He wanted to end like this? Gritting your teeth, you stared him down through your mask.

“Kakashi Hatake, this is how you want to-” the word still wouldn’t come as you fought against his grip. His breathing had become more labored as this continued. This wasn’t the laughing and joking you too had share while trying to get his vitals. The damn near scuffle you two had come to when you tried to check his ears, nose and throat. There was no threats of bringing his vice captain in to hold him down. No stoic questions of “is this necessary?” were asked. No, this was an injured dog, snapping at anyone that came near to help. “Please,” you begged. “Please just let me help you,” his grip now shaky yet steadfast. He wouldn’t let go. You couldn’t let this go on any longer. You were running out of time.

“Is this what your fallen comrades would have wanted?” At this both his eyes opened, the infamous iris of the Uchiha staring back at you, sickened and glazed. “Do you think they would have wanted you to give up when someone could have helped? From something you could have been saved from?” You spoke, even through your panic, your voice had taken on a deathly calm. “They wouldn’t have wanted you to go like this. There are people you need you: Vice-Captain, Team Ro.” Your words hitching as you spoke, pushing back masked tears.

“I need you. We all care about you and want to fight by your side.” you could feel his fingers tremble and flex. “Your nindo is to not let your comrades d-die, well that’s become our way too. So please let me save you. I love you.” the word had finally come, bringing with it your feelings. Captive tears released, falling heavily behind your mask as you watched his chest rise and fall slower. “Please don’t make me watch you die.” His grip loosened as his resolve fell.

“(Y/N),” he choked out as he let go. His breath closer to a wheeze. You set to work quickly, cutting away his shirt, assessing the wound. The blue hue that veined out and away from the injured sight gave sign of a common but lethal mist village poison.

“Don’t worry, Captain,”  you spoke puling out your pouch, the training you devoted yourself to set your muscles into memory. Suddenly you felt no obstruction to your sight as your mask was removed. Air blew cold on your tear stained face, the last of your tears rolling down your nose. “Just stay with me okay?” you nodded assuringly, beginning the steps to administering the antidote.

Kakashi later find himself in the hospital, his body weak. The doctors and medics constantly telling him how lucky her was. All of them praising his body and the medic on his team. The praise cushioning the blow of Yamato telling him how stupidly reckless he had been. Berating him on how he could have gotten himself killed. When the man had finally run out of steam, he sat on the chair near the bed sighing. A mumble of  “I’m glad you are okay,” ending the wood style users tirade.

After being poked, prodded and bled, the end of the day found the ANBU captain alone in his hospital room. His mind wondering to the words of his medic. The words you had said spinning around in his head non-stop. There was a small part of him that felt a rare emotion. Happiness, sure he had felt content and even felt the urge to smile from time to time. But being around you had come with a feeling of levity that had long since evaded him. But there was still that darker wave that only gnawed with uncertainty and doubt.

The sound of the door sliding open broke him from his thoughts. Turning he saw the person taking up his thoughts. Your own clothing a stark contrast from your ANBU uniform. He had to mentally banish the thought of how charming he thought you looked.

“How are you feeling?” you asked walking up to his bed, you tone all business as you took up his chart from the end of the bed.

“Good for the circumstances,” he responded watching you. The way your brows furrowed as you looked over the paperwork.

“Your vitals are looking a lot better, no lasting damage, minus the scaring.” A smile came to his face on it’s own accord. Only you could do that to him.

“That is exactly what the doctor said,” his words brought a bashful look to your face as you returned the chart to his bed.

“Sorry, force of habit,” you admitted before your look brighten. “Oh! Jiraya wished me to give this to you,” you said holding out the paper package. With the look he had given you when he asked you to deliver it you knew it was not one of his more reputable titles.

“Thank you,” the copy-nin took the parcel his fingers touching yours. You couldn’t bring yourself to move away. He’s safe, you thought as he held the book. From the moment the remaining members of the Team Ro formation had found you, you weren’t sure you had made it in time. He had lost consciousness with no indication that the antidote had taken. The blue veins only receding minimally. But you hadn’t  left his side as the other medical-nin had treated him. Though some tried to pull the “My patient,” card. You ‘with assassin like precision’  as your vice captain would tell you, reminded them that the team’s lives were your responsibility and would not be leaving. Go figure the moment you leave to get cleaned up and eat, he awakes.

But he was awake. That was all that had mattered to you. As long as his heart continued beating, so to would your heart. But he was awake…meaning he no longer needed you here to protect him.

“I should leave you to read,” you said, the words hurting more to say. As you turned for your exit you were stopped by a question. “Did you mean it?” He asked, your steps came to a halt. There was a moment you dearly wanted to play dumb. You had every opportunity to turn and ask him what he was talking about. This was the moment you could protect what little of your heart you had left. Your admission had come with a gamble yes, but little chance of rejection. But here, with him on the path to recovery a whole new set of variables were in play. As you looked over at him, your captain, laying in a hospital bed, you sighed. The decision had been made.

“Yes, I did,” you spoke, your vice wavering. None of this was ever how you wanted to tell him. You were not sure how you would have admitted them in the first place, but over his injured body had not been on the forefront of your mind. and yet, here you were.

He was quiet, for the first time the silence bothered you. But this was something you had planned for. “If this is a problem I can request the Hokage to transfer me-”

“How would you feel about dinner?” The man asked catching you by surprise.

“What?” popped out of your mouth before you could stop it. The man watched as your understanding caught up to his words. “I’m sorry?” Your understanding had yet to catch up to your surprise.

“Would you like to go to dinner with me?” He clarified, the comical way you were blinking brought another smile to his face. Your face finally mirroring his expression before it went back to all business, and eye brow raised.

“Are you going to make me pay again?”

He shrugged his non-injured shoulder. “It wouldn’t be much of a date it I didn’t pay.” At the word date, your heart fluttered as you answered happily that you would go. What you wouldn’t know until much later, the reason he stopped you from checking his vitals during each evaluation… every time you smiled, his heart beat faster too.

[t5ukishimakeis]

Gai, Kakashi, and Iruka with an s/o is sick? I have a most likely sinus infection that has taught me a new thing about the human body. If your sinus are screwed up there is a chance mucus can come out your eyes which can lead to an infection and possible pink eye. The human body is so fun.

I am so sorry you are sick! The human body is fascinated and also terrifying, I hope you are feeling better and I hope you like this Anon! ~ Admin LittleLace

Gai

To be a well known Taijutsu master and have fought some of the world’s most fearsome shinobi, he cannot deal with his S/O being even the least bit sick. A cough or a sneeze no matter how small and he is in their face with a tissue asking (rather loudly) if they are alright.

That gesture seem sweet. Until his S/O is actually sick with something. Whether it be a bug or an infection Gai now believes it is the end of the world.

Gai, from a strict regiments, hard work and just shear luck, has not gotten sick as far as his memory goes back. So he isn’t 100% sure how to help. In his infinite wisdom, he consults medical books.

“So what are your symptoms,”  the green suited man asked sitting on the futon with his partner. Said partner was wrapped up in far too many blankets probably sweating off the majority of their body weight.“Well,” they croaked “My face hurts and so does my head. My-” Their words cut off by a sneeze that followed by a squeal of pain. The subsequent whine of misery sent the dark haired man into a frenzy of page turning and speed reading. As he settled on a page and began to read, rivers of tears run down his face. “I’m s sorry my love,” the level of his conviction should have been concerning to his partner. It just wasn’t as concerning as his next words. “I will save your life And if I can’t I will make sure your last days are the best you’ve ever had.”Before they can even comprehend exactly what he means by those words, they find themselves, and their numerous blankets, bundled up into his arms as he runs to the medical buildings.

Yes, Gai will over analyze and misdiagnose what his S/O has and immediately believe them to be dying. He is even crying to the medical staff, begging them to save them.

His Partner is generally the person to tone him down. But with them not totally being “there” he is left to his own devices.

After being assured by both medic staff and his lover that they are not going to die. (Which takes several long minutes.) They send the both of them home with medication. The instructions, though simple enough, don’t settle with Gai, who always feels like he could do more. And more he does.

Thristy? here is water fresh from a water fall half way across the village. Hungry? He is soup he made. It should be edible it’s made from all the fresh vegetables he could find.

“That green color shines with the power of youth,” he said proud of his work. His S/O wasn’t entirely sure if “shines” and “bubbles dangerously” were interchangeable.

The  only thing to save them from the “youthful nurse” would be his students. As an unofficial team mother, they would notice the slight decline in heath. Each member would wonder why you hadn’t been around the training ground lately. (And the added fact that Gai-sensei had allowed them independent training.)

Tenten would shoo him away sending Neji and Rock Lee on errands for proper supplies. After Scolding her sensei, she’d instruct him on proper way to take care of a sick person, first by teaching him to make a simple miso soup.

With a detailed list of instructions by Neji and Tenten, along with a stack of adventure novels and specialty teas left by Rock Lee, Gai is on a better track to take care of his S/O. He becomes a more toned-down version of “The Youthful Nurse.”

Under his watchful eye, his partner will get better. Unfortunately, he will get sick in the process.

“I told you not to come into the bath with me,” they said spoon feeding him Miso. The Green Beast of the village was looking anything but well. His features a bit swollen and red, the shine in his hair had even dulled. But ‘no illness could dull the fire of youth,’ he had been saying for the past few hours.“I had to-” his nose twitched before a tissue was brought to his face, catching the sneeze.“Blow,” their voice soothed as he followed the instructions. As they tossed the tissue in the trash he began again. “I had to make sure you didn’t faint or drown due to the heat.”“Oh?” They questioned feeding him the rest of the soup. “Is that what we are calling what we did, hm?” the man sputtered on his sip. His S/O smirking at his blush. Picking up the  empty bowl and spoon they stand, placing a kiss on his forehead.“Hmm, you fever seems to have broken. I’ll get you a cold compress.” Walking toward the door they stopped and turned.”Oh, don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.” The joke wasn’t lost on him as he watched them leave. Testing the restraints, he sighed. Though he could easily break free, he knew that his students (or rival) would just drag him back. Enough breakouts in the name of training had taught him that.

Kakashi

“I think I am dying.”

It started out as a joke. His S/O had been stabbed, gouged, bit, burned and poisoned and never complained or whined. But that would often say this followed by.

“Oh yeah? And how can I stop that?”

To which they would dramatically (in a swoon like manner) tell him.

“True love’s kiss,”

This gets one of two responses. Either a mask covered kiss or a one eyed smile with a chipper

“That’s nice.”

Either response receives a pout from his partner and eventually the routine would start over.

But being really sick, they wouldn’t say anything at all. They would simply tough it out, hoping any of the symptoms would go away like they are apt to do.

Kakashi would notice right away, waking up to the body beside him burning up but wrecked with chills. Even though they continue to insist they are fun he keeps them in bed.

He would summon the ninken to cuddle with her and keep her warm. They make fun of her for getting sick.

“Not so invincible now huh?” Akino quips with a snicker nuzzling his face into their neck.“I guess you d-don’t want sc-scr-scrapes anymore m-more huh?” their words stuttering as teeth chattered. The chills coming worse as they cuddle into Bull for warmth, the largest Ninken guffawing. “Yeah you sound so tough,” “Bisuke I’ll sk-skin you!” They said before throwing an arm over the pup before falling into a warm sleep.

Pakkun, on the other hand, assists Kakashi on getting everything they would need.

Kakashi is the one to stop everything to help his S/O. (Not just because it allows him to relax as well.) He will sit with them while they sleep. They can lay their head on his lap while he reads. In their fever daze they will ask him to read it. Just to prove himself he will do it, ignoring the delusional giggles he receives the whole time.

If he is in fact forced to leave he will leave someone with them in his stead. Though Gai was a first choice, the power of youth may not be as healing as it sounds. Instead, Yamato would take his place.

As gross as it sounds, He will be the man to hold their hair while they throw up. It sounds sweet but there is a lot of sarcasm in that bathroom.

“That’s an interesting color.”The Copy-nin observed served as he pulled the fly away strains from their sweaty retching face.“Is now the time for-” their reply was taken as they leaned down to heave.“It’s those food pills. I told you they weren’t a good idea.” Pakkun added from his spot on the sink.“Aww but look, they look better already,” both of them conversating, current surroundings be damned.“Will you two get out of here!”

Antics aside after helping them clean up, Kakashi would carry them back to bed, taking their temperature and laying back down with them. Until they rush to the bathroom again.

Eventually, his S/O will get better and the two of them fall back into a normal routine.

“I think I’m having a relapse.”“Oh no,” his words not sounding the least bit phased has be continued to read. “How can I make it better?”“True love’s kiss,” he looked up making eye contact with them before giving his signature closed eye smile.“Sure,” before the excitement could even fill them they were tackled by a pack of dogs.“Wait this isn’t- Ahh~”“Aww you don’t like us?” Guruko smirked giving their face a big lick.“Quiet you!” They said booping his nose from under Bull’s giant frame. Kakashi smiled at the scene and returned to his book. Pakkun resting on his paws beside him.

Iruka

Out of all of them, Iruka has his work cut out for him. His S/O will not let a little sickness get them down. in face they are going to go on their mission even if their sinuses are on fire and their eyes are red and puffy.

Iruka is a caring and patient man. But he is not above putting his partner over his shoulder and/or dragging them back to their home. Yes he may blush when the villagers see the two of them in such a fashion, but he will suck it up if it gets them back to bed where they belong.

“Are you going to behave now?” Iruka asked bringing the Chunin back for the second time in as many days. His partner, now appearing more miserable, sat on their shared bed wrapped in one of shirts and some blankets.“Yes…”They acquiesced falling to the side in a heap. The man sighed, even with their fighting spirit they couldn’t go very far in that state.With a sigh he taking the forgotten tea from the side table. It used as a ruse for their latest breakout attempt. Shaking his head he helped them sit up handing them the tea. “You know if you rested you would get well faster.”“I’m fine,” came a whine, taking the tea and resting their head on his shoulder. “Perfect like this,” with an eye roll and a rueful smile he kissed their temple. At least they were moving around so much now.

He is the ultimate caretaker. After working with children for so long he is prepared for everything. He is stocked on medicine food and cold compresses. You name it he has it.

If traditional medicine isn’t doing the trick, the sensei also has a thorough knowledge of home remedies and old wives tales. Though they are weird and some a little unconventional they do help. Even if that means wearing socks in the house and sleeping with their stomach covered, he’ll suggest it if it helps his love feel better.

He can’t stay with you as much as he’d like but he’d try and come back on his lunch break to make sure that they have everything they need. (As well as make sure they are still there.)

That is the way the man worries. Though he is aware that his illness won’t kill them, he still doesn’t want them in any sort of distress. He might be prepared but it also helps to know if there is anything he wasn’t ready for.

When they figure out that his S/O is sick the kids in his class would make a get well card. All the little drawings, creatively signed names would warm his lover’s heart. This would probably be the only reason they would stop trying to run away.

After they are well they are back off on their missions but not before thoroughly thanking the man for helping them heal…and deeply sorry for running off like a child. That will never stop them from running off the second they feel ill. Iruka accepts, he sort of enjoys chasing after them.

[t5ukishimakeis]

i love all ur posts so so much!!! thinking about being childhood friends with gojo/geto/nanami/toji and how protective they would be of you😵‍💫😵‍💫even if it was a no-curses au

jjk men as your childhood friend

note: aah thank you anon!! sorry this took so long to finish, i wrote it 3 times cause i just couldn't be pleased with it :/ i added an apology gift at the bottom!! anyways this is part hc/part scenario aka a mess cause i just couldn't do either by itself. also, i don't know how but these all sort of turned out angsty? just a little bit

characters: gojo, geto, nanami, toji

warnings: female reader, no curses au, toxic geto (not surprised), inexplicit nsfw toji (duh), mentions of p.e class, swearing

masterlist

gojo

childhood friend gojo was a menace

he would bite other kid's ancles it's canon

he wouldn't bite yours <3

he would drag you two into trouble all. the. time

you bought him candy every time you two would meet

he was home schooled so he didn't have any friends except for you

he moved to your school after you two met

he got popular pretty quick

he threatened boys to not come near you lol

would talk about girls all the time

knew nothing about games, he had strict parents so he wasn't

allowed any games (don't come at me with oh but he was spoiled he had strict parents that man is the product of a strict parent's kid left free in the wild aka jujutsu tech)

you taught him how to play mario kart

he would come to your house just to play mario kart lol mf would beat your ass in that game too

called you 'bestie' before it was cool

your mom loved him, dad hated him

at 14, your dad talked to him about treating you right and not breaking your heart

coincidentally, he left for a mysterious, prestigious boarding school without saying goodbye

who knew your first heart break would be over your best friend?

you got over him after years

you never truly felt connected to anyone as you did with gojo, both romantically and friendly

honestly, you never really thought about him romantically as a kid. however, as years passed by, you realized you had feelings for him after all

gojo had a picture of you, put neatly on his messy desk at jujutsu tech his boarding school

like, his room would be inhabitable but your picture would sit perfectly neat on his desk

he would often stalk you, follow you in the streets if he ever got the chance to

once you left for college, he completely lost your track

he got over you (eventually)

you two ran into each other years later, he was crowded with women. you honestly had thought he was a celebrity

he got MUCH prettier after puberty

he thought you looked as pretty as ever, though

you were angry at him at first, but aah it was years ago. he must have had his reasons

he did not mature AT ALL

he would get you two in trouble again, constantly getting yelled at by shop keepers and stuff

you couldn't imagine a generation gojo would raise after you heard he was a teacher

but the students loved you!!

especially nobara, though she can't understand why someone like you would ever look at a dumbass like him

"n-no, wait, we're not--"

you saw them a lot after, too, since they move around tokio a lot

gojo would occasionally send flowers to your workplace

your dad still hated gojo

gojo flirts with your mom a lot

KQKSKKASK your dad came to accept him as he is. gojo often comes to dinner with your parents, so he really didn’t have much choice anyways lol

gojo would trash talk your exes

he would shit on you for having a terrible taste

somehow, all your dates would ditch on you? that had never happened before

one day you were texting this guy, next day he was gone

“that’s weird” gojo says “must be cause of your shitty taste”

“yeah not everyone’s perfect like you”

"i'm perfect? Well, don’t stop there, go on love"

"not gonna boost your ego, nice try"

"well, i just think a beauty like you shouldn't waste her time on no good guys like them"

"what would you know about good guys anyways?"

"i'm a good guy! i would treat you right, you know?"

pause

"you serious?"

"aah, well... i sorta had a crush on you. sorta."

"huh."

"and i can't say i really got over you."

"interesting. i suppose you are also the reason why i never had a--"

"well i can't help it if the boys are scared of me y'know? it's just my natural aura that scares people"

you slapped him on his chest "you fucker! i always thought something was wrong with me!"

"now now, let's not lie to ourselves." he smiled, leaning down on you. "i always made you feel special, didn't i?" his finger now gently tilting your chin

gojo grasped your cheek with his free hand, hand light as a feather as his finger on your chin worked its way up to your lips to gently brush over them.

"cat got your tongue? lemme see." his finger gently separated your lips. he examined your lips thoroughly. finally, his lips met yours in a soft kiss. you could almost feel the fireworks behind you and the audience going 'finally!'

"so glad we got to meet again." he breathed against your lips

geto

met him in kindergarden

picks flowers for you

shares his bento with you during lunch breaks

saw your hair braided once, asked you to braid his too

this kid is super sweet

his teen self was a bit more… manipulative

your mom ADORES him

she already has wedding plans for you

your dad tries so hard to dislike him, he just can't

geto puts extra effort into having a good relationship with your parents

he would also scare boys away from you, and then blame it on you

SO, you would feel so down and upset, and he could cheer you up

no one else could cheer you up like him

he was your only shoulder to cry on

oh how he loved that

he taught you how to bake

this man is the perfect malewife, so naturally as a kid, he was a malewife in the making

super athletic

forces you to join him during p.e

he would keep you single to his liking while going around with girls

he was surprised that you weren’t jealous like he would be, you were just happy for him

knows how to braid hair, but acts like he doesn’t so you can play with his hair

“i have taught you this before, sugu.”

teases you a lot

"what's your type?"

"hmm... charming, funny, smart, tall"

"interesting. i know someone exactly like that"

flirts with you as a 'joke'

watches your weekly shows just so you can have someone to talk to about them

he tells you how in love you are with him every time you get mad at him

like

“i can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were talking with her!”

“i didn’t want you to get jealous cause you’re sooo in love with me”

“in your dreams, dumbass”

ice cream ‘dates’

best shopping buddy ever

you slowly lost contact after you moved away for college

you kinda realized how toxic he was most of the time

keeping you away from boys while he was often around girls himself

you still kept talking but it was just dry and boring

yeah geto is manipulative, are we even surprised?

it's what makes him sexy

AHEM

anyways

the calls and texts stopped after some time

you were surprised to see he had unfollowed you, especially right after you had posted a picture of your new boyfriend

"whatever" you thought to yourself

geto made sure to watch you behind closed doors

he made sure you were under his surveillance

you thought it was that easy to get rid of him? he made sure you would crawl back to him

who were you to leave him all alone while you were partying all day in college?

well, to be fair, you really did miss geto

your confidence wasn't high without him

this time, he wasn't there to call you pretty after a heart break

you crawled back to him eventually

connecting back with geto was easy but oh boy did he make sure you regretted every day you spent without him

the first time you met again, you made sure he knew about your intentions

he made sure you begged of him lol

anyways, some sacrifices to become his queen

you couldn't even wait that long to come back to him

and he made sure to remind you of that

"two years without me was too much for you, hm?"

he treated you like a queen. no one would dare hurt you, let alone come close to you

he made sure he was giving you anything you needed

he knew you like the inside of his palm

brings up your childhood memories a lot

would fuss about something childish you did. as a child.

yeah, your newfound relationship with geto might be a bit problematic, but he made you happy nevertheless

nanami

absolute sweetheart

are we even surprised? this man is perfection

your mom's friend's son

your mom liked him, kinda found him a bit boring ngl

as long as you're happy i guess

well as a kid, he was pretty asocial

not cause he didn't have the ability to be social, he just hated everyone and everything, even as a child

you were a loner too, so you two got along alright when you got paired in class

you loved his blonde hair. so one day, he cut a piece from his hair and gave it to you

kinda creepy but i mean kids are creepy anyways lol

buys you books as birthday gifts

he would do anything you wanted to

go shopping? great. go to the park? he liked the park anyways

at your home one night, watching a film, you saw a couple kissing.

"i definitely know how to do that" (untrue) "wanna kiss?"

he was your first kiss ever

"eww that was so gross! i'm NEVER kissing again" you shouted

"yeah, it's so gross" nanami chuckled, cheeks tinted red just like yours

you were a loner, but definitely more social than nanami

puberty did you well, so high school gave you an ego boost

when your crush asked you out, you ran over to nanami to tell him everything

he was happy to see you excited! you looked adorable with your smile all over your face, eyes shining bright

he wouldn't threaten boys like gojo and geto, but he would make sure to investigate the boys around you to make sure they wouldn't do you wrong. he would warn you to stay away if he got bad vibes from someone

you ran over to nanami after your first break up too

you cried on his chest for hours and told him all about it, he just listened and hugged you

"boys suck anyways" you said. "i hate them all"

"even me?"

you paused

"you're alright"

nanami waited after school for 'the boy' to have a manly conversation with him

his face stoic and cold, he gave a speech about treating women right (my LORD)

this is high school bruh the boy and his friends attacked nanami

he beat them all up no problems

not even a scratch

you saw your ex and his friends all bruised up. of course you knew nanami was behind it

you tried to kiss nanami as a thank you gift, he turned his head and refused

"you're not in a clear state of mind. i can't accept this"

EMBARASSING

he forgot about it quickly tho (untrue)

honestly you were so comfortable around him that you didn't even care about being embarrassed

you never lost contact since your families got along well

your mom often joked about you two getting married

"you know, that kento kid got a pretty well job! no wife at his age, gotta mean something"

"are you asking me if he's gay?"

"don't know about that but you sure aren't in line to be his wife with that big mouth of yours"

you weren't as close as you were. he barely had time cause of his work

he still called you every week

even if you couldn't hang out, he would find a way to be in touch

you would still tell him everything

this man takes a gossip well

he knew you would find your soulmate sooner or later

he knew he couldn't, cause you were his soulmate all this time

he regrets not taking your thank you kiss that night, even though he knows he did the right thing

one day, he heard the news of you having a serious accident

his heart felt heavy, a chill down his spine

he ran to the hospital

there you were, pale and sickly

you were alright, awake but sleepy (mom's spaghetti)

nanami had thought he would lose you

and god, he was sure he died and got buried for a second

your mom greeted you, thanked you for coming and left the room for the two of you

you left a shaky "nanami" his way, lips pale as your cheeks that used to flush with excitement every time he greeted you

you could hear his heart beat

he sat next to you and held your cold hands with his warm ones

he put your hand to his lips, his heavy breaths warming your hands

"what happened, honey?"

"dumb driver. not much. how bout you? left work for me, huh?" you took a deep breath. "how will the economy survive your absence?"

nanami laughed, not breaking eye contact for a second. you could see the relief in his eyes

"i think this is the part where the guy kisses the girl"

nanami's smile widened. he leaned over to you slowly and put a soft peck on your lips

"said you were never gonna kiss again, hm?" nanami hummed to your lips

"i like talking big. y'know, you were my first kiss."

"you don't say?" nanami laughed, drawing circles on your hand with his large thumb while sitting back to where he was. "you were mine, too."

he softly watched the redness rushing to your cheeks once again

"i would like you to be my last as well."

toji

stole your pebbles

this man is old so you will be old too hun you played with pebbles and rocks

stole your lunch too

your mom hated him

he would act like your home was his home

calls your parents by their first names

calls you by the wrong names often

he would annoy you a lot but he had a bad house environment so you gave him a slack

not many people did that to him

your other friends never understood how you could even put up with him

despite what people thought of him, he was usually pretty chill to hang out with

he was open to anything, so you would have weird adventures together

you would go search for abandoned buildings and explore them

he took you to your first bar, gave you your first drink

he even taught you how to shoot and fight

he had girly girly girlfriends, which surprised you cause you had thought he would find baby girls annoying

he would also trash talk your boyfriends

leaves without saying anything and comes back 2 weeks after

fails at school despite being super smart

absent all the time

fights with other schools' boys

rude but not a bully

never takes you to his house

"i wouldn't take ya there even with a ring on your finger"

crashes at your house a lot

your parents used to kick up a fuss but they got used to it eventually

he even has a set of pajamas in your room

introduced you to all his friends, not something he did even with his girlfriends

would tell his friends to look after you if he wasn't there to do the job himself

would often bitch about how short your skirt is smh

gives you his jacket if you two got caught in the rain

don't want boys to see the bazoongas

sorry

doesn't like it when you wear make up

"you look like a girl"

"if you don't shut the fuck up i'll make you look like a girl"

takes you to horse races

just the two of you, not with his friends like he usually does

even if he's in a relationship, he makes alone time for you two

one of his friends attempted to crush on you, didn't last long after toji gave him a deadly stare

everyone's confused, he definitely doesn't look in love with you. he wouldn't go slutting around if he was in love with you, right? then what's with the protecting?

the truth is, he knows how badly women can be treated (ahem zenins ahem) so he naturally wants to protect you from the outside world

then why doesn't he show the same protectiveness for his girlfriends?

toji has always been attractive, so girls would follow him around a lot

he wasn't interested much in them most of the time, but seeing you around him a lot made girls despise you

lots of gossips were spread about you, dirty ones too

well... to some extent, they were true

you did hang around him a lot because you had a crush on him

not from the start, you started feeling things after some time

you also felt safe around him. no one could hurt you if you were with him

you always wondered if toji felt the same way too

honestly, this man wouldn't recognize love if it hit him on his head

what he knew he felt for you was jealousy

he couldn't bare see you with another man

he hated all your boyfriends, he wanted to beat all of them up

he wouldn't even talk to you when you were in a relationship

that must mean something

and the thought of someone else touching you...

that's why he was the first to touch you

he welcomed you to his bed, you didn't complain

he was patient with you. he took his time to make you feel comfortable. peppered kisses around your body where it hurt the most

you wrapped your hands around his neck, his head buried in yours

"let's stay like this forever." you said. "promise?"

"..."

that was the closest you two ever got

and whatever that awakened in him, he couldn't ignore

just seeing you felt agonizing

what was that feeling anyways?

that's why he left once and for all

leaving his family behind was child's play. thinking about leaving you was the hardest part

toji isn't an emotional man and neither are you emotional, but just the thought of you crying felt heavy

that's why he didn't say goodbye

and now there you were, a fresh divorcee, washing her problems away with liquor in a rusty bar stool.

love wasn't ever on your side. toji had fucked up your standards so much that you couldn't find anyone to your liking

marriage was something you did on a whim

"eeh everyone gets married, right?" you mumbled to the bartender

"since that bastard left me, nothing's been going well"

is the bastard your ex husband or your childhood lover?

"talkin' about me hun?" a husky voice called behind you.

the myth, the man, the lege--

a... slap?

that's what you're gonna do?

i mean go off

"need to work on your hits, hun. i see you forgot what i taught ya"

"yeah it's not like it's been, what, 15 years? what the fuck, toji?"

"ah don't be so fussy now. c'mon, lemme buy you another beer"

this man knows no boundaries honey, he held your waist and sat you back on your stool

you couldn't even bare be angry with him. you were just glad to find someone to talk with

you two talked for hours. you told him what everything that happened after he left, he didn't tell you what happened or why he left

"no kids, huh?" he asked

"nah"

toji chuckled he bout to give you one bestie run away

"y'know what? i loved you" toji's beer and all the beers you had drank earlier has now kicked in. "i loved you, but you left. was it because i slept with you? was it your end goal? you fucker"

toji laughed loudly. oh how cute you looked drunk

"nah. i didn't want anyone else to touch ya."

"but you touched everyone else? how is that fair?" you took another sip. "whore"

"i missed ya, doll. i just had to leave. if it's gonna make ya feel better, i never forgot about ya."

it did feel better. at least he felt the same way you did

"what now? gonna fuck me again and leave?"

"i'm gonna get ya home and put ya to bed"

so he did. he changed your clothes, tucked you in, kissed your forehead and sat beside you

"i missed you, toji."

"missed ya too doll"

"how did you find me?"

"i didn't. i come there a lot, saw ya before with that bastard"

"he really is a bastard" you laughed to yourself. "will you leave again?"

"not unless ya want me to."

"stay, then."

"okay."

"stay forever. promise?"

pause

"promise."

thanks for reading! please enjoy my poorly drawn emo nanami as that (ㆆ_ㆆ) kid meme. see ya (̶◉͛‿◉̶)

[t5ukishimakeis]

This one’s for you, buddy✨

Getou liked to hug, even if his aura said otherwise. He wasn’t adverse to a good side hug from Gojo as they walked down the block, or maybe drunkenly hugging a group of random strangers at the club.

His favorite type of hug was whenever it involved you. Your budding relationship made him weak in the knees, his throat dry and his fingers itching to reach out and pull you into his personal space and engulf you.

It was one such moment now, walking with you after a date in the city, blustering winds and snow falling in large flakes from the sky. It was a winter wonderland, one that the both of you were utterly enamored with.

“Getou, look at all the snow on your eyelashes!” You laughed, gently wiping at the corner of his eye where he indeed felt snow melt on his eye.

“You’ve got some too.” He mirrored your movement, cupping your face with one hand and wiping your eye with the other, inching closer to you but not enough to hug you.

Staring at your face, snow clinging to your skin and breath coming out in large puffs of hot air, Getou couldn’t help himself.

Wrapping his arms around you, Getou held you tight against him, even opening his coat up to get you closer. Your arms wound around him almost immediately, fingers digging into his sides as you snuggled your face closer.

“You’re so fucking cute.” Getou laughed softly, rocking you back and forth.

“So are you!” You responded, lifting your head from being buried in his wool sweater to look at him.

“Hmm…” he thought, giving you a quick peck on the nose. “No, you’re definitely the cutest one here.” Ignoring your stammered rebuttal, he slid a hand in yours and looked around. “Let’s go in that cafe, I’ll buy you hot chocolate.”

Keeping an arm around your shoulder, Getou made sure you were glued to his side for the rest of the night - and hopefully the rest of his life as well.

[t5ukishimakeis]

just thinking about getou suguru<3

(not proofread, i’m sorry, i’m just having a huge getou brainrot)

he would be so gentle with you, this man drinks respect juice every morning

he would make sure you are okay with everything and checking up on you

would text you first every morning and night and after the texts it has a <3

is the type that WILL bully tf outta you with love lolz

really protective, not overly, he’s just looking out for you

pretends he doesn’t notice it’s his hoodie that you are wearing because he thinks you look cute, and sexy may i add

lets YOU brush his hair, and sometimes if he’s feeling good, he’ll let you put his hair up

want snuggles?! YOU GOT THEM

getting into a fight with him literally never happens, he will always do something to make you laugh (just like his best friend🙄)

you want a bit a space? he respects that, unless he knows there is something wrong then he won’t leave you.

10/10 man tbh

[t5ukishimakeis]

i love all ur head canons so much!!! idk if u take requests but i would love to see one about being roommates with gojo and/or geto/nanami/toji i kinda feel like being roommates with them would be horrible but so funny lol

if u don’t take requests no worries and have a good day!!

being roommates with the jjk men

(cause they would all be horrible ones)

masterlist

note: thank you for your request anon! glad you liked my previous works! i do take requests, so if any of you want me to write something, send em away :)

warnings: gender neutral, slight nsfw

characters: gojo, geto, nanami, toji

gojo

super interactive

wants to talk to you all the time

will bring girls over all the time and make THE MOST NOISE ever

never cleans his dishes

his groceries consist of sweets and condoms

he will lay out his groceries, makes sure you notice the boxeS of condoms KWDSKLAMWEDLKMWASEF

"haha yeah i have lots of sex see??"

"i'm surprised you even had the decency to use condoms"

"huh, what does that mean?"

"wait don't go WHAT DOES THAT MEAN"??"

will get sick for eating too much sugar. he will give you big puppy eyes so that you feel bad for him and look after him

he looks happy all the time, but after missions, when he comes home and you're not on immediate eyesight, he will look dreadful. like, straight up depressed. if he realizes you can see him, he will change to the clown he is

you want to get to know him better but he refuses to talk about himself

i mean all he does is talk about himself but not like... y'know?

his room is somehow very tidy??

if you bring someone over to do the deed, he will walk in your room "on accident" the middle of it. if he walks in in the really middle of it, he will 100% make fun of your partner's penis size

not even after it, right to his face

he misses your movie nights a lot while he's away on a mission. he just keeps listing films to watch together to distract himself

will look after you if you get sick. softens up a lot too

mostly respects your boundaries, won't walk in your room unless you're away and he desperately needs your underwear for something

won't accept cheap furniture

will buy the most expensive choice of everything

will walk around just in his underwear all the time. if he's not in his underwear, he wears one of those sexy, fuckboy grey sweatpants. sometimes with a shirt on, preferably without any

opens youtube and leaves it on for hours while doing something (anything) else

you two get into fights a lot, he apologizes first cause 1) he can't bother 2) he will get bored if you don't talk to him 3) he probably is in the wrong anyways

he doesn't even realize how much he cares about you. same goes with you too

slowly, you realize that even if he annoys you a lot, you can't imagine a home without gojo

and somehow, gojo stops bringing girls home

geto

won't talk to you unless you talk to him first

he really only sees you as a stranger in your house at first

every part of the house he uses is clean and tidied except for his room, which gets messy pretty quickly

will clean his room at 3 am

you can see he feels some sort of discomfort if you're in the room with him in the middle of a chore or something, he just really likes being alone

either in his pajamas or black sweatpants/sleeveless shirts or long, oversized sweats (i'm literally drooling)

his side of the pantry is so nutritious. he also has lots of different spices

amazing cook

it looks and smells delicious all the time

the first time you ever interacted besides housework etc was over his cooking, actually

you just sneakily went in the kitchen and started a conversation. which, to your surprise, was a pleasant one. he knew how to hold a conversation and was super kind. with a rush of adrenalin, you then asked him to cook for you one day. he stood there still for a second smiled and said "of course". for a moment, you could swear he was blushing

doesn't bring girls over if you're home. he doesn't want to bother you

HOWEVER

if you do bring someone over while he is home ONCE, he will bring girls over for a week straight

mf lasts for hours too

i can't even tell who is more jealous at that point

you, who heard this sex god for hours

or geto, who just can't be interested in the person he is over right now

when he cooked for you, you two talked for hours, though you really can't say you learned much about him

his friends are home a lot, and unlike geto, they try to bond with you too

so, you slowly became someone in his friend group too

you two started spending more time together. you got a tv show to follow every night. you once fell asleep on his shoulder, and it may or may have not awaken something in him

geto thinks he really shouldn't think about you this much, thinks it would be bad but oh how badly he wants to knock on your door at this lonely hour

nanami

perfect room mate

you wonder why such a loner like him wanted to have a roommate honestly

and to be fair, he wanted one cause he was sure he would die of loneliness if he didn't

he usually comes home at a reasonable hour, but there are times when he comes late and just heads to his room straight away and just... not leave

holds small conversations with you

doesn't go out at the weekends, likes to spend his time home

he saw your pantry once, lectured you about a healthy diet and then offered to do the groceries and share the bill

you agreed and it was the best decision you have ever made

cause he picks so many various food, always chooses the freshest vegetables/fruits and for the first time in years, you feel healthy again

has high standards in cleaning, so he will want to clean the common areas himself and just ask you to clean your own room

the house always smells of his cologne. so, if he has to leave for a mission and the smell slowly fades away you find yourself uneasy

if you come home drunk, he will take care of you

accidentally left one of his boxers in the washing machine. you found it, it was legit one of those white, grandpa underwears so naturally you just burst out laughing

"what happened?"

"sorry gramps, just found your underwear"

he felt so embarrassed but honestly, you were too amused to care. he quickly took it from your hand and murmured "they are affordable and healthy"

the next week, he "accidentally" walked out of his room with a shirt and a pair of sexy, black boxers. he walked past you, not noticing you. you just stood there like (°-°)

sometimes, on the weekends, isn't home in the mornings. he comes home a bit closer to the afternoon with a gym bag. that's when you see him most relaxed. he just has that post workout glow, a relaxed energy flowing out of him, his blonde hair perfectly messy

yeah you definitely were the first one to fall for him

sometimes brings you chocolate

when he's not in the mood, holding a conversation with him is impossible. he just responds dryly and talks about such mundane things that you just want to lock him in his room

is too organized and wants you to be too organized as well

won't tell you what bothers him, but he will just correct something he sees in front of you while sighing loudly

you were sure he was asexual, cause ain't no way this man didn't have women AND men waiting in line for him (don't worry bestie he knows like 3 women in total and 1 manchild in line for him), until he mentioned his previous relationships

goes to bed early

once curiosity weighed boundaries, you knocked on his door. nanami isn't dumb, he knew your intentions. though he would refuse this invitation during the day, he decided to welcome you to his room for that one time. after all, everything changes after 2 am.

toji

my GOD bestie run away

doesn't pay rent

"i could pay you in somethin' else if ya know what i mean"

messy messy messy

thank GOD he rarely comes home, mostly to sleep

doesn't really try to interact with you

will cut you quick if you try to open a conversation

walks out of his room naked, to take a bath, naked, full on

you don't know if this man is a blessing or a curse

if you prepare yourself lunch the night before, he will eat it

so, after a while, you start preparing food for him too

has zero boundaries

will also change the channel you are watching without asking you

i don't think he even ever told you his surname

he probably doesn't know yours anyways

gets into fights with your landlord a lot. he is ready to choose violence but thankfully you're there to stop him

it's common for him to come home all bruised up, bleeding even

that's why you have a first aid kit ready on the counter

"what did you do this time toji"

"ya should see the other guy, doll"

there are small things he does without realizing their effect on you

like he will tower over you in the kitchen, take a look, grunt and leave, which makes your heart skip a beat

might see you as his personal maid

for some reason, he starts to buy 2 cans of beer. one for him, one for you

doesn't think about making a move on you, cause what if you fall in love with him? he has enough lovers

but then, why are you always on his mind when he's with other women?

why does the image of you waddling out of the bathroom with your tiny, tiny towel so alluring all of the sudden?

says stuff out of pocket, just to make you blush

he doesn't know two can play this game

you don't even think about making him fall for you or something, you just want to mess with him

so maybe your tiny towel might accidentally slip and show some more skin

to your surprise, toji is also in the room!! what a coincidence!

one night, you were going out with your friends. your shirt was a bit too tight and showed a bit cleavage that didn't go unnoticed by toji, who was just watching tv.

"i'm leaving!" you yelled, innocently.

toji got up, walked over to you, towered you. he lowered his head to your ear.

"all dressed up like this, you're gonna bring men in my house, hm? don't ya have any decency?" seeing your blushed face and widened eyes, he grabbed your chin, amused.

"do i have to teach ya decency?"

yeah you definitely learned a lot about decency that night

thanks for reading! i love reading your comments/tags! as always, my inbox is open :) see ya (✿◠‿◠)