tojismain

[tojismain]

olives and kisses

you give toji the silent treatment and he's not having it <3

"So you're not going to talk to me?"

You've been trying so hard to ignore him. To not look him in the eyes. But he's admittedly making it harder. 

You leave his question hanging in the living room and head to the kitchen.

You needed a distraction and a jar of olives seemed perfectly capable of distracting your stomach. Except you couldn't open it.

You keep trying until your hand is red. In the haze your frustration, you completely miss his footsteps until he's right behind you. Chest pressed against your back.

His arms wrap around you, he grabs the jar and puts it down on the counter. He gently turns around your hands until your palms are facing up, his jaw clenches when he notices the irritated skin. He turns you around so that you're facing him—back leaned on the counter. 

"I'm not talking to you." You say before he even says anything. 

He chuckles, eyes gently closing for a second, his momentary concern gone. "I didn't say anything, sweetheart."

You look up at him with furrowed eyebrows.

He lifts his own eyebrows silently asking you to say something more. But you don't.

"You know I'm sorry." He brushes his thumbs back and forth on the palms of your hands. "I never meant to upset you pretty girl."

You falter for a second. "Y-you can't say stuff like that. I'm still not talking to you."

"Fine. I'll talk to myself. I'm a great conversationalist." He says assuredly.

You scoff and turn your head away, unable to move away since he's still standing in front of you. 

"You're impossible," you whisper.

"You're doing a terrible job at your protest, baby." 

You gasp, "you're the one- you know what, i'm taking a vow of silence this time."

"Does it come with a 'no olives' clause?" He adds making you drop your jaw.

He laughs, seeing if your so-called 'vow of silence' would last any longer. And it does.

A few moments pass. 

"I'm sorry." He brings your right hand up and presses a kiss on your palm. You couldn't help but feel butterflies flutter around in your stomach. 

"I'm just so sorry." 

Another kiss to your other palm.

"Do you want me to be on my knees, baby?" He adds.

You furiously blush and shake your head. 

"You're not being fair. You're manipulating me." You softly add, your frustration melting away.

He lands another kiss on your cheek.

"Well, is it working?"

"Maybe."

"Good. Because I hate it when you're mad at me." A kiss to your forehead. 

"Me too."

"So you'll talk to me now?"

You nod avoiding his gaze. He cradles your jaw and lifts your head up. 

"That's my girl."

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[tojismain]

this is gonna sound ominous but you get it — you get the 'toji's actually a sweetheart underneath' agenda.

and this is it. i've reached the highest of the highs on tumblr

THANK YOU you're so sweet <3 spreading this toji agenda until im sick n tired

#toji fushiguro #i-really-should-study-instead-of-writing-fics

[tojismain]

"Then why won't you look at me?"

toji x stressed!reader because i needed to write fluff, angst, and comfort to feed into our delusions <3

Nothing you ate sat right in your stomach. You would say you're anxious, but you stopped feeling nervous hours ago; now you just felt frustrated, hands gripping the hair on the sides of your head. You couldn't, for the life of anything, understand why it was so hard to just know this. To learn the information and know how to apply it perfectly. You were past being anxious, and you had fallen straight into being scared—scared that if you didn't do this right, it would be disappointing.

You've been sitting at your desk for the past four hours, feeling restless. Toji has been texting you but you stopped checking your phone ever since you muted it, caught up in your own discomfort.

While you're sat there, gripping your head, you hadn't even noticed the tears falling straight onto the words you've written, smudging them. The tears felt warm, running down your face far too quickly. You look down, almost mesmerised, momentarily oblivious to your work, your mind going blank. You miss the sound of the front door unlocking, miss Toji walking in, and completely miss the call of your name.

Toji's eyebrows furrow once he spots you sitting at the desk. It wasn't anything strange, but it was your complete disconnection that catches his attention.

"Sweetheart?" he tries again.

His steps are calculated as he approaches you. Even as he stands right next to you, your eyes are still boring into the pages.

"Hey."

The sight of your hands and their position in your hair deepens his frown. His own reaching for yours, gently grabbing them as he stands over you. Your head turns, nose and cheeks red.

"Toji?"

"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" He lets go and moves to crouch right in front of you, his hands finding yours once again. He starts rubbing soothing circles on your knuckles.

You sniffle and let out a chuckle "Studying?" Your answer comes out with a light breath.

"Hm." He hums in acknowledgment. "And when's the last time you got off this chair, baby?"

Your eyes turn hazy at his question, and you frown, unable to control your face or emotions. You opt for shrugging. Looking at him uncertainly.

You know how important it is to take care of yourself, and you definitely know how much it matters to him.

"How about we go eat dinner?" His words are soft, and so are his hands. You glance down at them.

You shake your head. "I have to study, Toji. You should eat. I just need to finish—"

"Baby—"

"No. I'm going to finish this." You let yours hands slip from his, and you turn back to your desk. You hear him standing up, but you ignore his movements and start looking through your papers again.

"Just a few more minutes." You add.

"You need to eat something—"

"I'm not really hungry."

His hand lands on your shoulder, and you shrug it off so fast, almost as if it was scorching hot.

Toji's fists clench in on themselves. He knows you get like this sometimes, but you never took it out on him. Never shrugged him off. His hurt isn't visible but he still wishes you would talk to him instead of pretending like you can do this on your own. Was it selfish that a part of him just wanted to be looked at by you?

"You—"

"Toji, let it go!" You turn towards him, eyes bloodshot red. "Would you leave me alone? I told you I need to finish this. I don't need your constant mothering."

His jaw is clenched, and he isn't sure what he's feeling, but he hates it.

"How can I leave you here when you can't take care of yourself?"

"How would you even know what that looks like?" The words come out before you even understand their meaning and the hurt you're spurring with them.

Regardless of your outburst, he takes a few steps closer. He doesn't say anything. Reaching towards the desk, he starts closing your notebooks. His movements carry a subtle frustration, as if he's assigning blame to the papers for your moment of anger. A physical manifestation of his silent plea for you to step away from your relentless work. It was as if he believed shutting the pages would somehow shut the mounting pressure. He shuts your laptop last and you flinch.

You bite your lips, the taste of anxiety still lingering, and your gaze drops to the floor. Clasping your hands against your chest, you feel the erratic beat of your heart beneath your fingertips. Toji stops moving completely. He looks up, leaning his head back, and he closes his eyes. Everything is still for a second.

He moves his gaze to rest on the wall in front of you.

"You scared of me?"

The question takes you off guard, the weight of his words hanging in the air. It takes a few seconds for you to answer. A few seconds where he turns to look at you again. You shake your head, lips all wobbly.

"Then why won't you look at me?" His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are a darker shade than they were a few seconds ago. He seems more upset with himself than with you.

Are you scared of him? It seems rather unlikely when all you want to do is be closer to him. When it feels like his current proximity is nothing but distance.

"I'm scared of everything else but you," your tightened chest slowly unravels. "I'm sorry".

Your murmured "I'm sorry"s keep tumbling out of your mouth, and you're unaware that you've started to cry again.

Your hands wipe angrily at your cheeks but Toji stops you. His touch lands on your hands, bringing them away from your face. You feel his thumbs wipe away gently at your tears. His fingertips were way softer than yours. Your head felt hot.

"Don't cry."

Your eyes gaze up at him, and he feels relieved. In the haze of the moment, you sense his hands shaking. You stand up and let his hands fall away from your face. Instead, you grab them both and repeat the motions he first did to you when he walked into the room.

You inhale a breath, "I'm sorry I said that."

Toji's eyes soften as he watches you mirror his earlier actions. He allows you to guide his hands into yours, silently appreciating the small reversal of roles. The room is filled with heavy silence, broken by the occasional sniffle and the soft collision of your breaths.

Caught in a moment of vulnerability, Toji breaks the silence.

"You don't need to apologize to me, sweetheart. I just want you to take care of yourself."

You meet his gaze, sincerity evident on his face. His cold demeanor less apparent when he looks at you.

"I know," you whisper. 

The room, once filled with tension, now holds a fragile sense of contentment. It's far from perfect, but less stifling.

"I know you're under a lot of pressure," Toji continues, his hand now placed on the back of your head, cradling you. His thumb swipes across your jaw and neck. "But you can't let yourself fall under, especially not without me". He chooses his words carefully, his tone aloof. His protective demeanor is evident, making you question how you ever allowed doubt to cloud any coherent thought.

You were under a lot of pressure, but maybe, just maybe, you'd let yourself fall into him, without constraints—no warning signs, no reservations, and definitely no uncertainty.

—aurelia—

#toji fluff #toji x reader #toji comfort #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #soft toji #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen

[tojismain]

hehe i'm back to cause chaos on the toji fluff tag. edited my 2 works and im now evilly planning a stressed reader drabble :PPPP

#toji x reader #toji fluff

[tojismain]

toji x sick!reader synopsis. you have a migraine and mama bear toji takes over (I love him)

This was not an attractive position to be in. Not in any way you can think of. Face planted into the bed, body stiff and straight, Toji confused and worried. 

With work piling on your desk and people speaking to you in different tones of aggressive, work had been more than exhausting. You made it home at 5pm, Toji still caught up in whatever he was doing. A migraine caught up to you faster than you could change out of your clothes, and so, with your blouse unbuttoned and your shoes taken off, you opted for taking away your senses, and shoving your face into the mattress. 

Toji makes it home and is in the midst of loosening his collar as he walks into the bedroom, when his eyes are caught on your figure. Toji is not a stranger to you taking naps, he usually joins you. This time, something was clearly off. 

"Sweetheart? You asleep?", he asks as he turns on the lamp on your bedside table. Although your face is mostly covered, the light makes it through the gaps— making you want to cry as the headache worsens. In a sloth-like movement, you use your hands to cover your face even more, hence, inciting the worry he's now certainly feeling. 

He grimaces at your action and turns off the light, "headache?". Toji knows that the headaches you got every once in a while, were anything but desirable. He notices a slight movement of your head, which indicates a 'yes, toji, im currently dying, so please stop talking', which he's also familiar with. 

He takes a seat next to your place on the bed and asks you to roll over slightly, mindful of his gruff voice. You do as he says and his hand —which dwarves over your own— is then placed on the back of your neck. You can feel his stillness as he calculates what's an okay temperature.

You see, Toji's mean, unbelievably so, cruel intentions and an even crueler smile. Not with you. Never with you. It's different, the way he looks at you, the way his eyes soften after coming home, his guard down, and his head light. But even then, he's still learning, what's okay, what's not, when you need him and when you're capable. Right now though, you needed him, desperately. It was either him, or feeling like someone was actively banging metal in your head.

So he decides that the heat coming off of your neck was not normal. He learns, for you. His scarred hand moves over to your forehead as your eyes are screwed shut. As his hand moves to lift off, you decide that's not good enough, so you grab his hand and lower it back on your forehead. It was warm, and surprisingly helping with the migraine. 

"Baby, i'll be right back, okay?", he says worriedly. Unaware of why you're gripping his hand so gently against your skin.

You whimper shaking your head. "It hurts."

"Where does it hurt baby?", he seems relieved to hear you talk. 

You drag his hand to the right side of your head. "Here", you whisper, sighing as his hand relieves some of the ache.

He brushes his thumb delicately over the same place. 

"I'll get you some pain killers, it's definitely a migraine." 

You shake your head once more, "just a second", you promise as you keep holding his hand against your head. 

"Just a second", he vows with softening eyes. He uses his other hand to cup over your adjacent cheek, brushing your hair out of the way.

When Toji lets go, he leaves the room to grab painkillers, and unbeknownst to you, he also boils water for a heating pad, grabs a mug of steaming water— boiled with lemon and ginger, and he got a ton of water bottles. A ton. He would never admit that he definitely googled all of that.

When he's back, you're back to your position against your pillow, head sinked in, arms surrounding your face. 

He places the tray with everything on your bedside table. You turn your head and spot the contents, you squint at him.

"Are you going to drown me?".

Toji chuckles and shushes you, "you need to stay hydrated", is his response

"Mmm", you hum in reply. A sharp pain then shoots behind your eye making you screw your eyes shut and you let out another whimper. 

"Sweetheart?", Toji is careful not to touch you, knowing that now, it could make it worse. 

The pain fades for a second, and you open your eyes as you feel tears prick in their corners.

"Hey, why are you crying?", Toji's eyebrows furrow in concern. His sentence more of a demand than a question. A pout visible on the creases of his lips.

You don't answer him, only looking for ways to stop the headache, it was excruciating, more so than usual. But you knew it would go away, especially with him here. 

And so Toji uses his warm hands, warm tone, and light touch to lull you to sleep after taking the pills, knowing that it was the only way the painkillers were going to work best and how your migraine would go away. 

As you're sleeping, Toji sits next to you on guard. It was almost as if everything disappeared, and your frame was the only thing visible in his sight. If anyone asked him, he would probably say you had a halo over your hurting head. To Toji, his senses almost heightened when you were sleeping, he didn't want you hurt, ever. He needed you safe and he hated seeing you vulnerable. His hand hovers over your head, caressing whenever he knew he couldn't wake you. He grabs a warmed cloth and puts it on your forehead, careful not to press too much weight onto your head.

For a big person, he was small in his gestures— soft, and willing. 

An hour later, you feel a feather-like touch caressing your nose as you're waking up. Your eyes slowly blink open, looking up at Toji with a drowsy confused expression. He grins at your state, you look incredibly innocent this way. 

"Sleeping beauty is up."

You smile in response, letting your eyes blink a few times to shake off the sleepiness. You then notice Toji's hand hovering over your face with...a makeup wipe?

"What're you doing?", you ask and his smile widens at your groggy voice.

"You fell asleep with your makeup on", is his only explanation.

You could possibly combust right now. 

"Close your eyes."

—aurelia—

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[tojismain]

toji x fem!reader comfort

synopsis. you come home from a disappointing night out with your friends and toji is there to pick up the pieces :P

You had been out after a spur-of-the-moment plan with some friends. You were excited, thinking that maybe you would be able to talk to them like you once had.

The night is over and you're back home, you open the door, carefully removing your heels, biting your lip and holding in tears. 

If this night could sum you up in one word, it would be brooding.

Safe to say the excitement buzzed away faster than you noticed.

Toji sits on the couch in the living room, he glances your way as he's leaned back, one leg propped on the other as his left heel touches his right thigh.

Every other night you would come home smiling brightly, barely taking off your shoes, tripping over your words as you show him pictures from the night out, or what food you ate and how weird it was. This time, nothing. 

"Hi, sweetheart. How was it?", he asks looking at you.

You walk by the couch, adjusting your purse on your shoulder.

"It was good", you smile softly at him. "I'm a bit tired though, i'll probably change and go to sleep".

Toji noticed. Just like he notices everything else, how your smile was genuine but off. How you were fighting a frown. He knows when something is wrong, when the wrong person has said the wrong thing and when your heart feels a little heavier than usual.

He reaches out and gently clasps his hand around your wrist. His grip moves from your wrist to your hand. Both of his feet are now on the ground, he spreads his legs and leads you slowly in between them, you stand there feeling like a scolded kid.

You look away, anywhere but his face, because although you have the tendency to hold your tongue and hide, you're unable to stop yourself from biting your wobbling lips and blinking away the tears, knowing that he knows.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong?"

And of course, he would know. 

You opt for shaking your head instead of outright saying 'nothing's wrong'. But nothing slips past him. 

He reaches for the purse on your shoulder and takes it off, gently placing it on the couch. He moves you so you're sitting on one of his thighs. His hand moves to your calf, pressing soothing circles onto it. 

"What happened, sweets? Talk to me", his gaze doesn't waver from your own. Unlike his roughened appearance and his furrowed eyebrows, his voice is soft, almost a whisper.

"They-", and this time, unlike all the other times you've complained about how your friends treat you, felt different. Maybe this time, you knew Toji would tell you to not see them again, and maybe this time you would listen. 

A frown etches onto your lips. "They just- um- they said how- I don't know toji, just stupid comments, and you know, what they usually say about everything".

"And what's that?", Toji's eyebrows now furrowed and waiting.

"It's stupid Toji. I promise it's nothing serious, I'm just-"

"Just what? Hurt over nothing. You know that's not true, right?", Toji looks it you expectantly as his hand brushes down the sides of your arm.

"It's always like this, you know that", you voice breaks. Knowing that if this explanation goes on for longer than this, you'd lose it.

He then brushes his knuckles gently, almost ghost-like, on your cheek, back-and-forth. His thumb moves to grip your chin moving your face upwards to meet his eyes. 

"Sweetheart, the fact that you chose a different life than theirs means everything. To you and to me. If they're still petty after all that time you've spent being happy for them, then...", he sighs exasperatedly, "...it's truly their own fault and their own emotions they need to get a hold of-",

"-Listen to me when I tell you that you haven't done anything wrong".

You look down to avoid his eyes, but he moves his head alongside yours. 

"Tell me you understand."

You pout unable to process how much he loves you. How his love could make up for a thousand unrequited ones. 

His thumb brushes against your bottom lip.

"Hm?" he presses.

You nod, but obviously that's not enough for him.

"Say it, angel" he says, "say you understand that you haven't done anything wrong."

"I haven't done anything wrong", your pout juts out as you talk. 

"Good."

He moves your body so that both of your legs are on top of his thighs. Straddling him. You move your head against his chest and he hums. His hand now cradling your head, brushing over your hair. 

"Now, what do you want for dinner sweetheart? Pretty sure the entrées were bigger than the main courses."

You chuckle against his chest and he smiles down at you. 

"It wasn't that bad", you insist. 

"Mhm" he murmurs unconvinced, he asks looking down at you, a smile still playing at his face.

You lift your head, "they were definitely smaller", your answer comes out in a scoff. The look on Toji's face makes you laugh as he groans, you let your head fall back on his now rumbling chest.

A moment passes. 

"How about real dinner, baby?"

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