warabidakihime

[warabidakihime]

words to use when writing

Appetite:

craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse:

agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

Assault:

attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound

Beautiful: 

admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting

Brutal:

atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild

Burly:

able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed

Carnal:

animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean

Dangerous:

alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous

Dark:

atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched

Delicious:

enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty

Ecstasy:

delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled

Ecstatic:

delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild

Erotic:

amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing

Gasp:

catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded 

Heated:

ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous

Hunger:

appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst

Hungry:

avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting

Intense:

forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous

Liquid:

damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping

Lithe:

agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry

Moan:

beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl

Moving:

(exciting,) affecting, effective  arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling

Need:

compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen

Pain: 

ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart

Painful:

aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded

Perverted: 

aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile 

Pleasurable:

charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent

Pleasure:

bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven 

Rapacious:

avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering

Rapture:

bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy

Rigid:

adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering

Sudden:

abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning

Thrust:

(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel

(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick

Thunder-struck:

amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback 

Torment:

agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe

Touch:

(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap 

(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize

Wet:

bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water

Wicked:

abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched

Writhe: 

agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank 

[warabidakihime]

might make a part two of this hmm

Sanction

characters: Reiner x Scout!Reader

plot summary: After fleeing the walls in an attempt to stop the rumbling and rescue the world, you and your friends took a break in a nearby forest to regroup and plan your next move against Eren. Following the mandatory meeting, everyone gathered around the fire, and as the dispute between the people from Marley and you from Paradis Island continued to boil up, Yelena decided it would be a good idea to refresh everyone's memories by holding a little open forum for them.

content warnings: slight smut (Minors, DNI!), mentions of g3nocide, implied violations, profanity.

It's been a few hours since you departed Wall Maria and made your way into the woods to meet everyone else. Despite Eren's best intentions for you and your friends, you all opted to thwart his schemes. It's wonderful and heartwarming that he wants to protect you and make sure that everyone will have a bright future, but not in this way.

Genocide is wrong.

It must be stopped.

Eren must be stopped.

Even if it means piercing his heart till it stops beating.

You turned across to Mikasa, who was steering the cart with an inscrutable expression on her face. You then extended out a hand to console her by gently patting her on the back. She gave you a faint smile, evidently touched by your kindness.

"We're basically still grasping at straws at this point, so our goal until then is to save both Eren and the world," you said to her.

"Yeah."

You two spoke briefly more before deciding to leave her alone for the time being so she could have an open conversation with herself.

As you settled into your seat in the carriage, your gaze was drawn to the man in front of you, who had his head bowed and was clearly lost in reverie. The fluttering feeling in your heart became stronger as you stared at him, and you almost wanted to punch yourself for feeling that way.

You can still taste the treachery in your mouth when he first revealed himself as the Armored Titan, the very person who crushed your father as he was valiantly defending Shiganshina on the day it fell. You couldn't explain the disgust you felt towards yourself when you discovered you had fallen in love with the very bane of your existence.

And yet, here you are, overjoyed that he is back on your side.

It's been years since you've spoken to each other, and to be honest, you've entirely forgotten how to engage with him.

He's become so much more mature and, well, handsome. He was already stunning when you first saw him during training, but time has done him wonders.

Reiner has never looked more strikingly appealing.

You didn't get to see him when you invaded Liberio to get Eren because you were assigned to a different task. You were in the blimp aiding Hange and Armin since you also had a good head on your shoulders, so much so that you were personally commended on different occasions by both Erwin and Levi.

To be honest, you couldn't come up with a word to describe your feelings right now.

Or so you keep telling yourself.

*

After another hour, you arrived at your destination and greeted Hange and the others.

The stars had already covered the sky, and you all decided to seek refuge in the forest, away from the main road and its threat.

You were all gathered around the fire. Hange was busy preparing stew for dinner, and everyone else was either dazed or glaring at the other party.

You were looking at the ground when the unavoidable occurred.

Everyone was doing their damnest to appear cleaner and purer than the others, but everyone was stunned and speechless when Yelena took matters into her own hands.

She has a satisfied smile on her face, clearly happy that she successfully got under their skin.

"Y/N, you're strangely quiet tonight," she murmured as she turned to face you, but you just sat there and disregarded her provocation.

"With the world on the verge of ending, don't you think now is the perfect time to confess your love to Reiner?"

Reiner's eyes widened and a tiny gasp escaped his lips, which you obviously caught despite looking down.

Everyone was looking at you now, but Armin and the others weren't as surprised because they already knew about your budding feelings for the man, whereas the people of Marley were taken aback by Yelena's revelation.

Gabi was staring at you in astonishment, as she'd taken a fancy to you because, despite your current circumstances, you'd been nothing but courteous to her. You were one of those who tried to understand her side of the story.

You didn't condone her actions, but it was clear to you that, at the end of the day, you, the adults, were to blame for everything.

"From what I've heard, your father was a very respectable leader in the Garrison Regiment; he was one of the bravest soldiers who gave their hearts to defend the walls, even if it meant sacrificing their own lives and leaving you behind; and yet, here you are, still harboring feelings for the very person who murdered your only family. Betrayal truly comes in many forms, huh?"

Reiner stared at you, half expecting you to say anything, but you remained silent.

Yelena went on to the next person she'd tormented, apparently content with your response, no matter how minor it was. She then decided to add salt to Jean's wound by bringing up Marco, and everything else happened so quickly.

In an attempt to avenge his fallen companion, Jean threw Reiner to the ground and pummeled him while he cried out in agony.

Your heart ached for both of your friends.

"Aren't you going to shield your prince charming?" Yelena said, to which you merely responded with a scowl.

"Fuck off."

Yelena simply laughed, not even fazed by your murderous glare, but you were glad she finally decided to shut her trap and call it a night.

You saw the whole thing unfold over the course of the night.

You felt like you should do something, like stop Jean from killing Reiner or join him since you had a score to settle with him too, but instead, you're stuck in your seat.

When things eventually settled down, everyone grudgingly went to bed, as tomorrow was going to be a very busy day.

You were honestly amazed that you were able to fall asleep, but a few hours later, you found yourself stirring awake, and when you attempted to go back to sleep, you realized that it was pointless, so you decided to get some fresh air and wander around.

"I'm sorry for punching your boyfriend."

If it hadn't been for your fast thinking, you would have yelled at the voice from behind you.

The last thing you wanted to do was reveal your whereabouts or instill more terror in your comrades who were currently sleeping.

You turned to face Jean, who was looking at the ground with a serious expression as he continued to swim in his wildest thoughts.

"He's not my boyfriend," you murmured, resting against the tree he was also leaning on.

"But you obviously still love him, and don't even deny it; it's written all over your face," Jean scoffed.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Jean," you couldn't help but chuckle at his sass.

"You did a terrific job of controlling your anger, though. If I was the one in your shoes, I would've socked Yelena as well."

You shrugged. "She's not worth it, and moreover, she wasn't wrong. The last thing I should be doing is harboring romantic feelings for the person who murdered my family, but here I am."

"What did you see in him in the first place?" Jean said sarcastically, but you responded anyway.

"Whatever it was that you saw in Mikasa."

It was Jean's turn to chuckle, though he sounded dejected, as he stared up at the sky, bemoaning how bright the stars shone on a day like this.

"Touche."

Unbeknownst to the two of you, someone was awake and could hear everything since he was within earshot.

Reiner's injuries were completely healed, but he was hungry after the ordeal, so he ate the last of Hange's stew.

After getting his fill, he then decided to go for a walk as well.

To digest the meal he ate and keep a watch on your surroundings in case a stowaway was nearby preparing to assault your comrades.

He also saw this as an excellent time to process what Yelena had said earlier. Despite being a top Scout performer and devoted warrior, he's a bit of a love snob.

It came as a surprise to him that you had such genuine feelings for him. And, while it made him happy at first, it was quickly overtaken by remorse.

He was not only responsible for his best friend's mother's death, but he was also the reason you lost your father.

He truly is the worst piece of shit ever to exist.

*

"As much as I don't want to be on the same page as that bitch, you should definitely heed her advice and confess your feelings to Reiner."

"Why?"

"You might not have another chance to do that, not to mention his term is almost up, and supposedly we lived through this, you could still spend time together," he continued, and dread poured over you as you were reminded of your reality.

"And how about you?"

"I know my place, Y/N," Jean said wistfully.

"Unlike me, you still have a chance," he said as he stood straight and made his way back to the campsite.

*

It would be beneficial for you to return to the campground as well, but you chose to stay where you were for a little longer to process your own feelings, and as you were deep in meditation, you heard leaves ruffling and looked up to find Reiner slowly approaching you.

He relaxed on a nearby tree and rested his back on its sturdy trunk.

You glanced at him, your gaze melting at the sight of him, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything.

It seemed as though your throat had dried up.

Reiner sent a hesitant glance your way, and you quickly averted your gaze.

I should head back to camp.

You thought to yourself, and so you stood up straight, just like Jean, and tried to make your way back, but you were stopped dead in your tracks when he spoke.

"I had absolutely no idea."

You gave him a sidelong glance, but he wasn't looking at you; it was probably his way of making you feel less awkward.

"What?" you said, your voice quieter than it had ever been since you were known among your friends as a chatterbox.

"That... that you care about me."

"Well, I had every intention of keeping it from you," you said, with an uneasy look on your face and your cheeks reddening, but not as obvious due to the dark night.

"Why?"

"You loved Historia," you said as you tucked your hair behind your ears, a habit you do when you're jittery.

He turned to face you, his eyes as big as saucers and his lips gaping.

"I figured it was best if I backed out respectfully because you seemed hellbent on pursuing her."

You both stood there awkwardly, looking somewhere other than at each other. The silence was suffocating, and you wanted nothing more than to get away from it, but you couldn't move for some reason.

It was as though your feet were firmly planted on the ground.

"I can't deny it," Reiner responded, after a brief pause.

You smiled, though sadly, as you looked at him again, but he cut you off just as you were ready to say something.

"But that's all in the past now, right?" He added as he took a step forward, walking and walking until he was right in front of you.

Without your permission, your heart skips a beat at his statement. You mentally punched yourself, plainly irritated that he still had such a powerful hold on you.

He may not realize it, but Reiner still has you wrapped around his finger.

"I..." he began as he reached out a hand to you, and seeing that you made no move to walk away from him, he decided to be brave and cup one side of your face, his thumb caressing your soft cheeks, "I want to give us a try."

You found yourself leaning towards his warmth almost immediately, and as you savored the moment, tears began to burn your eyes, dampening his hand in the process.

Reiner quickly drew you towards him and hugged you.

More tears streamed down your cheeks, and the iron walls you'd created around your heart began to crumble.

"I've always wanted you to embrace me like this," you sobbed in his arms.

Reiner did not say anything, but tears were rolling down his face as well, while he hugged you tight.

"I'm sorry for everything, Y/N."

You sobbed even more at the sound of his voice cracking, to the point that you were gasping for air, and Reiner tried his damn hardest to soothe you by gently caressing your back.

"I have every reason to hate you. You killed my father and all of my friends, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I still want you in my life. I want to keep you in my life. I love you so much it fucking hurts," you said as you wept.

Reiner was about to say something when you were so quick to capture his lips for a burning kiss. He was completely taken aback by the sudden gesture, but you continued to convey all of your feelings to him using your lips.

His eyelids eventually closed as he finally reacted to the kiss.

As you lip locked with him, and despite your tiny frame, you managed to push him back onto the tree he was previously leaning on. A groan escaped his lips when his back made contact with the sturdy trunk.

You were grasping his shirt as you kissed him, while he had his hands firmly placed on your hips, gripping them every now and then, making you moan softly.

"I have an idea for how you're going to atone for your sins," you murmured breathlessly, both of your chests thumping hard as you both recovered your breath and tamed the overflowing ardor you had for each other.

"What is it?"

"Stay by my side, Reiner," you said to him as tears started to sting your eyes once more as you let yourself be vulnerable again, "Because of you, I don't have any living family left, and so, you should stay by my side. Don't you ever dare die on me, you hear? Make it your life's mission to stay alive for me and only for me. Don't leave me again, Reiner. I beg of you. If you leave me again, I don't know what I would do."

Reiner wiped your tears away with his hands; his palms were rough on your skin, but it felt like home.

Just as you imagine them to be.

You didn't realize he had moved you around as he was tending to you, so your back was now lying against the tree trunk. As you felt his hard on against your crotch, a moan slipped through your lips and burning heat went right to your core.

Even more so when he starts to rub himself against you.

This time, it was his turn to seize your lips for a romantic kiss, which you gladly returned, and owing to the kiss, your moans were muffled as he continued to grind his clothed cock against your cunt.

He then raised one of your legs, then the other, and wrapped them around his waist before hoisting you up while never breaking away from the kiss.

Your womanly essence finally started to seep through your uniform, much to his delight.

He decided to pull away after one more breathtaking kiss, and for the first time in ages, he felt proud of himself for doing so.

You looked stunning in the moonlight, with your cheeks flushed crimson, your hair disheveled, your eyes cloudy, and your chest pounding pretty quickly.

Reiner buried his face on your shoulder, biting it as he climaxed in his pants. His inability to restrain himself was most likely owing to his heightened emotions.

His legs almost gave out on him as he spurted all of his seed, utterly spoiling the garment.

"Reiner," you whimpered, the sounds he was making and the mere thought of him climaxing in his pants strangely turning you on, so much so that you came undone with him.

Reiner, unable to bear it any longer, cautiously sat down on the ground while maintaining a strong grasp on you to prevent you from falling and injuring yourself.

Only your heaving and the sound of nature could be heard in your vicinity, as none of you uttered a word.

"I swear this won't happen again; once we're out of this hellhole, I'll take you on a date, make love to you on a plush mattress, please you in whatever manner you want me to, and devote my all to you till my last breath."

"That sounds like a wedding vow," you murmured sleepily.

"It might as well be," Reiner chuckled faintly.

EXTRA SCENE:

The Following Morning

"Okay, break it up, guys. What's wrong? You've been staring at me strangely since sunrise," you remarked to Jean and Connie, who were clearly peering at each other and laughing among themselves.

They didn't say anything, but their silence was more than enough to indicate that something was going on.

You decided it was pointless to ask them, so you went to Annie and said, "Would you mind telling me what's going on?"

"You and Reiner were so noisy last night, you literally woke everyone up," she muttered as she deadpanned at you.

"What?!"

Now that everything was out in the open, Jean and Connie cackled shamelessly, but Annie reprimanded them, saying they may blow up their cover if they laughed any harder.

When you looked over at Reiner, his cheeks were hot and scarlet, much like yours.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I'm really rather delighted that you took my suggestion to a whole new level. Good job," Jean said, giving you a thumbs up while smirking smugly.

"How is Reiner's dick? With the way you were moaning last night, it must have been one hell of a ride," Connie added, causing the horse face beside you to cackle once again.

At the very least, they had no idea that you two climaxed prematurely due to the sheer excitement and lust you were feeling at that time, so you're still pretty much safe.

There's no way in hell you're ever going to tell anybody about it.

You will carry that piece of information with you to your grave.

(For this oneshot, Gabi and Falco are with Hange in the other carriage, so they didn’t hear the conversation. :D)

#reiner #aot #warabidakihime

[warabidakihime]

Sweet Nothing

Characters: Levi Ackerman x Reader |

Synopsis: In the middle of all the Titan craziness, they just went for it. No grand gestures, just love that's as messy and wild as a Survey Corps mission. From goofy banter to stolen kisses, their story happened in the cracks between battles. In the Scout Regiment's madness, they found their own kind of peace, a love strong as Levi's swings and sweet as the 'I love yous' they whispered to each other.

Content warning: none

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It was just another routine day within the towering walls of the Scout Regiment's headquarters. The air was filled with the sounds of clattering hooves, the energetic chatter of cadets, and the constant shuffle of papers being handled in the offices. You found yourself supervising the cadets as they went about their daily chores, giving the horses their much-needed baths.

Amidst the scrubbing and splashing, Jean struck up a conversation, his curiosity evident in his voice. "So, how is it to date Captain Levi?" he asked with a cheeky grin, glancing towards you.

You chuckled, the sound carrying over the stables. "Dating Levi is... interesting, to say the least. He might be humanity's strongest soldier, but he's not the cold, unapproachable figure everyone imagines. Sure, he's intimidating, but he's also the most doting and sweetest man I've ever known."

As you shared your experiences with Jean, the other cadets overheard, and a chorus of skeptical voices erupted from the group. Eren, Connie, Sasha, Mikasa, Armin, and Jean exchanged dubious glances.

"The captain? The sweetest? Sorry, but I kind of find it hard to believe that," Connie remarked, skepticism evident in their tone.

Jean, always ready with a quip, raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I second that. Are we talking about the same Levi Ackerman who barely cracks a smile?"

You laughed at their disbelief, realizing the stark contrast between the Levi they saw on the field and the one you knew behind closed doors.

Meanwhile, in his office, Levi's sharp ears caught wind of the cadets' comments. A sardonic smirk tugged at his lips as he muttered to himself, "Brats talking nonsense about me again instead of tending to their tasks. Tsk."

His eyes remained fixed on the paperwork, but his attention wavered, drawn to the snippets of your conversation floating through the open window. The corners of his mouth twitched again, caught between irritation and amusement. Levi continued to eavesdrop, finding himself both bemused and, surprisingly, a tad flustered by the unexpected insights being shared in the stables.

As the cadets continued their banter, you decided to set the record straight, determined to debunk the myths surrounding Levi Ackerman. With a thoughtful smile, you began, "You know, Levi isn't just the stone-faced captain everyone sees on the battlefield. There's more to him than meets the eye."

Leaning against a stable wall, you recounted stories that only a few were privileged to know. "There was this one time during winter when we were on a long expedition. Levi noticed a cadet shivering in the cold, so what did he do? He gave them his own scarf without a word, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Humanity's strongest soldier, freezing his ass off just so someone else could be warm."

You could see the cadets exchanging glances, surprised by the image you were painting of their formidable captain.

"And then," you continued, "there was that time when we had a rare evening off. Levi found a stray cat outside the headquarters, and instead of shooing it away like you'd expect, he ended up feeding it and making a makeshift bed for it in his office. Said something about 'even strays deserve a warm meal and a place to sleep.'"

The cadets listened in fascination, their skepticism slowly giving way to curiosity.

"I remember when I was feeling overwhelmed with the pressures of being in the Survey Corps," you shared, a fond smile gracing your lips. "Levi noticed and took me to this hidden spot near the walls. We just sat there, watching the sunset. No words needed. It was one of those moments when you realize that behind the tough exterior, there's someone who cares deeply about the people around him."

As you spoke, Levi's attention remained divided between the paperwork and the tales wafting through the window. His eyes, though still focused on the reports, carried a distant look. The corners of his mouth, once caught between irritation and amusement, now softened. The cadets' incredulity had shifted into a quiet contemplation, leaving an air of realization in the stables.

In Levi's mind, a fleeting thought crossed — a momentary pondering on whether he should make himself more approachable. It was a notion swiftly dismissed, for he knew that change for the sake of appearances wasn't his style. Yet, the subtle shift in his demeanor lingered, a quiet acknowledgment that perhaps there was more to leadership than just strength and authority.

The night had draped the headquarters in a quiet embrace. Most of the scouts were already settling into their beds, preparing for another demanding day on the morrow. However, a few dedicated souls lingered in the dimly lit corridors, their work far from complete.

Among them were Levi, a handful of veterans, and you. After assisting the cadets with their chores, you retreated to your office, determined to tackle the paperwork that awaited you. The quiet hum of activity echoed through the hallways as you diligently worked, the soft scratching of quills and the occasional shuffle of papers filling the air.

Levi, too, remained hunched over his desk, surrounded by the paperwork that never seemed to end. The light in his office glowed like a lone beacon in the otherwise darkened headquarters.

After finishing your own tasks, you decided to pay Levi a visit. Approaching his door, you knocked lightly before stepping in. "Still at it, Captain?" you remarked, a playful smile on your lips.

Levi glanced up from his work, his steely eyes meeting yours. "Are you done gossiping about me to the cadets?" he quipped, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement.

Feigning innocence, you tilted your head. "Gossiping? I have no idea what you're talking about."

Levi raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, please. I know you spilled some juicy stories to those brats."

You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms. "Maybe I just gave them a glimpse into the man behind the legendary Captain Levi."

Levi scoffed, a rare chuckle escaping him. "Legendary, huh? You're laying it on thick, aren't you?"

The banter between you and Levi continued, a harmless exchange of words that danced between teasing and endearing. In his typical fashion, Levi decided to playfully impose his position as captain.

"Do you want me to punish you for selling me out to those brats?" he suggested, a mock sternness in his voice.

You raised an eyebrow, suppressing a grin. "Punish me? What are you going to do, make me do extra paperwork?"

Levi leaned back in his chair, a smirk still lingering on his face. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll make you clean the stables for a week."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "You're a harsh taskmaster, Captain. Is that how you maintain discipline in the Scouts?"

Levi shot you a sidelong glance, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Discipline is maintained through fear, my dear. And a bit of paperwork never hurt anyone."

As the banter between the two of you drew to a close, you decided to take matters into your own hands. With a playful smile, you walked toward Levi, who was still engrossed in his paperwork.

Without much ceremony, you comfortably placed yourself on his lap, and to your delight, Levi welcomed your 'intrusion' by wrapping an arm securely around your waist while most of his focus remained on the paperwork spread before him.

Leaning in, you whispered endearingly in his ear, "Why don't we settle in for the night? Are those papers that urgent?"

Levi, caught between the warmth of your presence and the responsibility of his duties, sighed. "They're always urgent, but I suppose they can wait a bit."

With that, you both settled into a more relaxed state, engaged in intimate conversations while Levi finished his remaining tasks for the day. The topics ranged from your respective days to the trivial and the profound. Amidst the exchange of kisses and cuddles, you found a comfortable rhythm in sharing sweet words and other tender nothings that were usually reserved for your alone time.

Levi, despite his gruff exterior, was surprisingly at ease in these moments, showing a side that few had the privilege to witness.

As your lips met in gentle kisses, Levi's defenses crumbled further, and he allowed himself to be fully present in the embrace. It was a dance between vulnerability and strength, a silent understanding that the battlefield's hardened captain could find solace and gentleness in your arms.

As the night progressed, you finally broached a touchy subject — your occupations as scouts. The conversation took a more serious turn as you discussed the risks and uncertainties that came with your roles. Levi, typically composed, admitted to the unpredictability of your line of work.

"Tomorrow is never guaranteed in this life," he mused, his gaze meeting yours with a hint of vulnerability. "We face the unknown every time we step outside those walls."

You nodded in understanding, your fingers tracing absent patterns on his arm. "True, but we can't let fear dictate our choices. We signed up for this, and we'll face it together."

Levi's expression softened, a rare warmth in his eyes. "Together," he echoed, a silent promise shared between the two of you.

You continued the conversation, weaving between assurance and realism. "We can't predict the future, but we can make the most of our time together. No regrets, right?"

Levi nodded, a solemn agreement passing between you. "No regrets."

As you traced the contours of Levi's face with your fingertips, you found yourself lingering on the topic of dreams and aspirations. The conversation flowed seamlessly, weaving through the fabric of your shared hopes. Among them was a recurring theme — the tea house.

"We could have it near the outskirts, away from the chaos of the city," you suggested, your voice a soft murmur.

Levi considered the idea, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "A quiet place, with a view of nature. Away from the noise. Best believe I'm going to make those brats come and spend their money on us."

Your eyes widened at the audacity of his plan, and without thinking twice, you playfully swatted him on the head. "Oh, Levi, that's ridiculous! It doesn't befit the noble captain you're supposed to be."

Levi, unfazed by the swat, smirked in response. "Those brats owe me for all the times I've saved their sorry asses. The least they could do is buy my damn tea."

You couldn't help but laugh at his cheeky retort, and the bickering continued to flow seamlessly between the two of you. Levi, always quick-witted, countered your objections with a smart remark, creating a lighthearted atmosphere in the room.

The playful exchange eventually shifted into another round of harmless banter. Levi's demeanor, though still teasing, carried an undertone of affection. The connection between you deepened with every word exchanged, reinforcing the bond that had grown stronger through shared laughter and intimate moments.

As the banter reached its peak, Levi, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, decided to change the tone of the conversation. Without a word, he leaned in and captured your lips for a passionate smooch. The kisses were a mixture of desire and reassurance, a silent language that spoke volumes. Levi, tired from an entire day of work and well aware of the uncertainties that surrounded your reality, wanted to let off some steam. But more importantly, he wanted you to know and feel how much he loved you.

Levi's actions spoke of a love that transcended the challenges of your world, a love that found serenity in stolen moments and passionate embraces. His hands, strong and steady, conveyed a silent promise — a promise to cherish every moment, even in the face of borrowed time.

Moments later, Levi's hair, which was once pristine, is now tousled, and both of your uniforms have been thoroughly unraveled. If someone were to walk in, you'd be in a very compromising position, but in that moment, the outside world ceased to exist.

Still locked in the middle of a lingering kiss, you managed to break the silence with a soft utterance: "I love you, Levi." Each word carried a profound weight of love and adoration for the man before you.

Levi, reciprocating the sentiment, parted from the kiss just enough to meet your gaze. "I love you just as much," he confessed, his voice a whisper that echoed in the quiet room.

As the tender moment lingered, Levi took the opportunity to express his gratitude. "Thank you," he began, "for being there for me, for being patient with me. I'm not an easy person to deal with, but you've managed to do so much more. You've made living more worthwhile for me. Because of you, I feel this overwhelming will to surpass any obstacle if it means giving you the life you rightfully deserve."

You responded to his heartfelt words with a gentle smile, your eyes reflecting the depth of your emotions. "Levi, I love you for who you are, complexities and all. And if there's anyone deserving of a beautiful life, it's you."

His lips then curled into a half-smirk as he teased, "So you do think I'm a complicated person?"

"In my defense," you chuckled, "you were a pain in my ass the first time I joined the Scouts. It took a while to figure you out."

Levi raised an eyebrow, feigning offense while pinching your waist a bit harder than usual. You let out a yelp and swatted his hands in return, which made him smirk. He was thoroughly impressed by your boldness to retaliate against him, as not many people are bold enough to do so. "A pain, huh? That's what I am to you. Good to know."

You playfully rolled your eyes and said, "It's also nice to know that you're also capable of being dramatic, Captain Levi."

His smirk remained as he quirked a challenging brow.

"You're having way too much fun making fun of me," he remarked, his tone a mix of mock annoyance and amusement. "And it doesn't help that you shared a little too much with those brats. If they dare use those against me, I'll have them scrub the entirety of the headquarters using a toothbrush."

You burst into laughter at his threat, unable to contain your amusement. "Oh, Levi, they wouldn't dare! Besides, I'm sure they have a deep respect for their captain, scrubbing duty or not."

Levi shot you a deadpan look, but a glint of humor lingered in his eyes. "Respect, huh? I'll believe it when I see it."

As the banter between you and Levi drew to a close, the room echoed with shared laughter and a warmth that transcended the formalities of rank. Levi, despite his gruff exterior, had allowed himself to be vulnerable, sharing moments and banter that were reserved for a select few.

With a contented smile, you finally stood from Levi's lap, both of you feeling the fatigue of a day's work and the solace of each other's company. Levi, with a subtle softness in his gaze, set aside the paperwork, signaling an end to the day's duties.

"Time to call it a night," he stated, a hint of exhaustion in his voice.

You nodded in agreement, fully aware of the demands that the next day would bring. Together, you retreated to your shared quarters, finding comfort in the routine of preparing for bed. The day had been filled with laughter, banter, and shared intimacies, a stark contrast to the battlefield you both faced.

As you settled under the covers, the weight of the day's challenges began to fade. Levi, though still stoic, pulled you close, and in the quiet of the night, you both found solace in the simple act of being together. The room, now devoid of the chaos of the day, became a haven for shared intimacy.

With a whispered "goodnight" and a gentle kiss, you closed your eyes, grateful for the love and understanding that anchored you both in a world fraught with uncertainty. The night embraced you, and as sleep claimed you, the echoes of laughter and tender moments lingered, weaving a tapestry of warmth and connection that would endure through the challenges that lay ahead.

#aot fluff #aot #aot x reader #levi aot #attack on titan #levi ackerman #attack on titan x female reader #attack on titan x reader #levi attack on titan #levi fluff #levi x reader #levi angst #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman x female reader #aot x y/n #aot x female reader #aot x you

[warabidakihime]

Secret Woes of the Heart

Characters: Geto Suguru x Reader | College AU

Synopsis: In the quiet of the night, beneath the starry canvas, we laid bare our secret woes, uncovering the raw, imperfect beauty of our hearts, and in that vulnerability, we found the strength to love.

Content warning: none

A/N: please accept this peace offering from me for not being able to update my works consistently huhu. it's the last quarter of the year and that means, it's extremely busy at work and it needs my 100% attention and focus. i was also not feeling the best and so i couldn't really bring myself to write. hope you'll like this one. this fic's pretty much self-indulging as i wrote my genuine feelings into this one in hopes of feeling better lol. hopefully soon i can finally update my toji fic and post it as soon as i can.

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The clock on the wall ticked away the early hours of the morning, casting long shadows across the quiet corridors of Jujutsu High's dormitory. It was a time when most were lost in the embrace of sleep, a time when the world seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of a new day. But for you, this was not a time for rest.

Restlessness had become a familiar companion, and sleep remained elusive. The weight of your own thoughts bore down on your shoulders, an uninvited guest in the solitude of your dorm room. You tossed and turned, unable to escape the grip of your anxious mind.

Desperation led you to a decision—a decision that would take you through the silent halls to a particular door—the door of Suguru Geto, a man known for his night owl tendencies. You hoped his room held the comfort you sought, even if it meant intruding into his world at an ungodly hour.

As you stood before Suguru's dorm room, uncertainty danced in your heart. Would he be awake as usual, or had sleep claimed even the night owl's restless soul? There is only one way to find out.

With a hesitant hand, you gently pushed the door open, the soft creak of the hinges echoing in the stillness of the night.

"Huh? What're you doing here? It's like... 1 AM," Suguru mumbled, the harsh light from outside disturbing his slumber, his voice drowsy with sleep.

You smiled sheepishly. "Sorry... Am I disturbing you? I can go if you want."

Suguru waved you off, "Nah, it's fine. I was just... trying to sleep, that's all. You need something?"

You chuckled sheepishly as you entered his dimly lit dorm room and settled down on the corner of his bed. "Nothing in particular. Just can't sleep, is all. You're always awake at this hour, so I didn't think twice about not going, but I guess this was the day you decided to sleep early. Sorry again."

Suguru raised an eyebrow, looking around his room, slightly puzzled. "Don't worry about it. But, uh, what are you doing just coming into my room?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

You shrugged, trying to play it cool, but it was clear something was bothering you. "It's really nothing, Suguru. It's just my insomnia acting up again."

Suguru sat up, leaning forward, concern etched on his face. "What's wrong? Come on, don't play coy with me. I can tell something's bothering you."

"Look at me," Suguru said sternly, using his assertive voice.

Pouting, you sighed like a child caught red-handed and slowly turned to face him, avoiding eye contact. "What?"

"Look," Suguru repeated, still using his stern voice. He reached out, gently grabbing your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. Suguru gave you a smirk before leaning back. "So... come on. What's been troubling you?"

"It's really nothing, but if you're so itching to know..." You sighed again, allowing yourself to get comfortable on his bed, even going as far as resting your head on his lap before opening up. "I was just thinking about stuff while I was in my dorm room, and one thing led to another. Well... I found myself overthinking stuff again. Like, I love the idea and potential of love, but when it comes to actually being in love with someone and staying in love with them... I can't bring myself to believe that I'm capable of such a thing, especially given my history of exposure to toxic and abusive relationships.That thought terrifies me. I want to be able to love and receive love, but what if I'm bad at it? What if I hurt the person?"

Suguru's face flashed in your mind, as he was your person of interest, but you'd never really acted on it out of fear that you might hurt him. "Never mind. I told you, this isn't something to worry about. It's just me being dramatic and pessimistic. Don't worry about it, Suguru."

Suguru thought for a few moments, his gaze fixed on you. "You know, I never knew you thought about these things. Well, if you really want my opinion, I think you're fine. I don't see it as being dramatic at all. Your feelings are entirely valid, and it's not your fault for having these thoughts, given your experiences." He chuckled softly and patted your head. "But I also know you're someone capable of both. You're a good person, and I'm sure you know how to love."

You chuckled humorlessly, "You're just saying that, Suguru. But thank you; I appreciate the effort." You laid down more comfortably on his lap, finding solace in his warmth. "Talking about this without drinks is so funny and embarrassing. I never thought I'd spew stuff like this sober."

As you lay your head on Suguru's lap, a comfortable silence settled between you. The dim moonlight filtering through the curtains casts a soft glow in the room. Suguru's fingers found their way to your hair, gently combing through the strands as he began to speak.

"Y/N, you underestimate yourself. Love is a complex thing, and it's perfectly normal to have doubts and fears about it. But it's those very doubts that make you human. It's those vulnerabilities that make you capable of the deepest, most genuine love," Suguru said, his voice warm and soothing. "I've watched you from afar, and I've seen the kindness in your heart, the way you care for others, the way you listen. I know you're capable of love." Your eyes met his, and there was something in his gaze, an intensity you couldn't ignore. "I could say the same about you, Suguru. I've seen it in the way you've protected those dear to you and in how you've always been there for me." Your voice trembled slightly as you carried on. "I've admired you for a long time."

Suguru's fingers stilled in your hair, and he looked deep into your eyes. "You've admired me...?" He trailed off, his voice soft but tinged with surprise. You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, Suguru. More than that, actually, I... I've had feelings for you for a while now. I just never had the courage to admit it, especially when I was convinced that I couldn't love anyone."

A gentle smile crept across Suguru's face, and his fingers resumed their tender motion in your hair. "Y/N, you have no idea how long I've wanted to hear those words from you. I've been harboring these feelings for you, too, afraid that you didn't feel the same way."

Suguru's voice then softened even more, and his gaze held nothing but sincerity. "But please, don't worry about hurting me. I wholeheartedly trust and believe in you. I've seen the kindness and warmth in your heart, and I know that love isn't about one person doing all the work. It takes two to tango."

As you gazed into each other's eyes, the unspoken sentiments between you seemed to hang in the air, a tangible tension filled with anticipation. Suguru's fingers left your hair to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. The kiss that followed was soft and tentative, yet it carried a rush of warmth and a sense of long-awaited fulfillment. If someone stumbled upon the two of you, they'd probably find it adorable—like characters in a movie, finally realizing their feelings. The kiss marked a significant turning point, a sign that this slow-burning romance was finally moving forward.

Suguru eventually pulled away, but his gaze remained locked on yours, emanating warmth and longing. "Y/N, you are more than capable of love, and I want to demonstrate that to you. I want to be the one to prove it."

Your heart swelled with emotion, and you nestled even closer on his lap, burying your face in his chest while mumbling a soft thank you. Suguru's arms wrapped around you protectively, and his voice, already soft, sounded even more loving as he whispered, "You're welcome. It means a lot that you've entrusted your feelings to me."

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Days turned into weeks, and your journey with Suguru had become a steady progression. You cherished every moment you spent together, learning more about each other and growing closer with each passing day. Your feelings deepened, and you both discovered the joy of sharing love with one another.

One evening, while you sat on Suguru's dorm room floor, surrounded by books and notes, he gently placed a cup of your favorite tea in front of you. You looked up and smiled, touched by his thoughtfulness.

"Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to do," Suguru said, his voice filled with anticipation.

You tilted your head, curious. "What is it?"

He reached for a book and opened it to a marked page. "I thought we could read together," he suggested with a playful glint in his eye. "We can take turns reading out loud. It's a way to share something new."

You nodded, captivated by the idea. "I'd love that."

As the two of you took turns reading, you found yourselves lost in the words of a story, sharing laughs and moments of quiet reflection. It was a simple yet meaningful way to strengthen your bond, and it felt like a promise of many more shared adventures to come.

In the weeks that followed, you both continued to grow as a couple, taking your time one step at a time. You embarked on more shared activities—exploring the city, discovering new cuisines, and even practicing jujutsu techniques together and going on missions together.

One evening, as you lay together on a blanket under the starlit sky, Suguru leaned in for a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with love, and as you pulled away, he whispered, "I love you, Y/N."

You smiled, your heart full of affection. "I love you too, Suguru."

Suguru's eyes sparkled mischievously, and he couldn't help but tease you gently. "Told you you're more than capable of loving someone."

You chuckled, leaning in to place another soft kiss on his lips. With a playful glint in your eyes, you retorted, "Well, maybe I just needed the right person to come along and prove me wrong."

Suguru's laughter was as sweet as the night air, and he replied, "I'm honored to be that person, Y/N." He leaned in to seal your banter with another affectionate kiss.

It was a trait you'd discovered early in your relationship: Suguru was incredibly clingy and affectionate, and he had no reservations about showing it.

And as the two of you lay there, beneath the vast canvas of stars, you knew that your love story was just beginning.

#suguru geto #jjk geto suguru #geto suguru imagines #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen fluff #suguru geto x y/n #suguru geto x you #suguru geto x reader #geto suguru x y/n #geto suguru x you #suguru geto fic #geto suguru fluff #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #suguru geto reader fluff #jjk x reader #jjk scenarios #jjk fluff #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk reader #jjk suguru #jjk suguru geto #jjk geto #jjk #geto angst #suguru angst #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen

[warabidakihime]

i seriously don't know how i'm still going. is it determination, ambition, or just sheer stubbornness and pride? honestly, i'm just so, so~ exhausted. i'm always freezing, like a zombie running on autopilot and pure survival mode. it's frustrating and exhausting, like i've been fighting one battle after another

#don't mind me #i'm just rambling out loud #was honestly going to write my feelings into a fic but not really in the mood rn #i guess i just want to be fully transparent and say them directly from me and not through a character #hmm #wbdk rambles

[warabidakihime]

geto suguru x f!reader, 7.2k

THEMES: office (?) romance au, geto (head empty) suguru, gojo (comedic relief) satoru, a little humour bc its what got me through this. if anything, i hope it makes you chuckle….

SUMMARY: geto makes a startling discovery about you. and worse — about himself.

A/N: this is my first time writing for geto so i’m sorry if he doesn’t read well… don’t boo me please this is just how i see him in my silly lil head :’)

Geto read people well.

It came with the job – being the manager of a team required such skills – but he thinks that he’s had this skill far longer than that. 

If you watched a person long enough, they had different tells. Even the people who were good at putting a mask on had them, and it gave their thoughts and next move away. 

The tiniest fidget in a finger. The twitch in a smile. The awkward shuffle from foot to foot.

It could mean discomfort, interest, or a request.

And knowing made a huge difference to him. It helped in decreasing the anxiousness he would feel, dealing with the uncertainty that comes with people. He could prepare himself for whoever he was dealing with and be one step ahead.

It was why he treasured his little team so much – given the time (suffering) they’d all been through in the two years together, they were easy to read now. They were so familiar, it didn’t cost him as much effort to accommodate them, and even better, they were just as respectful with his needs too.

It wasn’t always that way, except maybe with Shoko. He wouldn’t say getting to know Gojo was all that difficult either, because he was just so honest sometimes. Utahime was a little difficult, but only because she struggled with asking for help and quite frankly, Geto felt weird taking care of someone older than him.

But perhaps you had been the most difficult – which is odd to think about now, because you were the most transparent with him. You had been hard to read initially, because he simply couldn’t understand you. Never met anyone quite like you, honestly. Where one would take offence, you would simply take it in stride. Where one would falter, you were solid.

Geto had found you intimidating, in a similar way that he used to find Gojo to be, back when they had just met. That amount of enthusiasm in a person made him afraid to come close. He didn’t want to be burned. But all the years had shown Geto that the fear was for nothing, really. If anything, you were inspiring to him now. Made him want to try harder. Pushed him towards dedication over resignation.

Geto admired you, and for some reason, you did too. Not that the others didn’t believe in his capabilities, but none of them were as vocal about it as you.

Maybe that’s why he reacted so strongly when he found out you were in love with Toji Fushiguro.

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Yes, that Toji Fushiguro. CEO of their company – the big boss.

While Geto was busy fucking around, doodling stick figures in his maths notebook, Toji Fushiguro was already learning the ins and outs of being a savvy businessman, probably hip thrusting his way through women that he could only dream of.

Actually, if he thought about it, a crush on their CEO wasn’t that surprising. A rich, well-educated, and not to mention extremely good looking man who even found the time to take their team on extravagant lunches when he was buried under mountains of work – shit, even Geto would fall in love if he batted for the other team. 

On days you knew he would be in the office, you made sure you wore your extra nice cashmere jumper and read up on the latest articles about the company so you could ask questions. That was the closest thing to admiration you had ever shown anyone (beyond Taylor Swift, but that was a Real Celebrity; Toji was a celebrity in his own way, but Geto knew him, had seen him in the halls of their company building. He was real real.)

And of all the places, he found out during a quick coffee run: 

There had been a heatwave in Tokyo, the burning heat in the office threatening to turn everyone into human soup (gross he knows), and Gojo was nothing short of insisting that he was in dire need of an iced latte. 

Somehow the topic of dating came up, and it quickly turned into a 20 questions type thing. Geto was always uneasy when personal questions were asked, because was this even right in an office setting? Would he somehow be hurtled into a HR call about appropriate work behaviour? He was the project manager. A supposed role model of sorts. 

But if he had to be honest, he did enjoy it. Especially when the questions were saucy. 

“Don’t call them saucy,” you complained when Geto raised an eyebrow at one of Utahime’s questions, a smirk lingering on his face. 

For all your professionalism, Geto knew you liked it too, because you let the conversation flow rather than quickly changing the subject. 

“Y/N-chan, would you ever date one of your seniors?” Gojo quipped.

“How much of a senior are we talking?” 

“Let’s start easy. Say ten.” 

“Ten years,” Geto whistled. “That’s a pretty big difference.”

“It’s not that big.” you countered. “We’re all adults here and–”

“Yeah, but don’t you think you’d be at different life stages?” Geto raised his hand. “Say you’re 22. That would mean dating someone who is 32, right? You’re still at the beginning of adulthood, while the other person is probably ready to get hitched and settle down. Wouldn’t it be hard to relate to each other?”

You sipped your cappuccino in thought, “I think what matters is your mindset and priorities, right? I mean, think about it – I know people at 22 who have gotten married and settled down to start a family. And I know plenty of people in their mid-30s who wouldn’t even dream of that. Don’t you think connection can exist no matter the age?”

“Yes…” Geto paused as he wondered how to phrase it without sounding harsh, and then deciding to just say it, “but come on, would you date someone ten years older than you–”

Your eyes widened significantly. Geto hurriedly added, “I mean, wouldn’t you feel a little daunted? How can someone leagues ahead of me in life like me?

“I’ve never thought about it that way,” you said as you started walking back to the company building. Your voice had an undercurrent of longing, “I think I would still go for it. You never know what could happen anyway. They could be the one.” 

There was something that Geto wanted to prod into further but Gojo quickly cut him off. 

“I’ll support you! If you marry a rich, older man then good for you. Just don’t forget my invitation to the wedding.”

He rolled his eyes, but when Utahime and Gojo walked ahead he couldn’t help but ask. 

(Side note - he immediately regretted asking.)

On the walk back, Geto lightly poked your side, “So, you got a senior you like? Anybody cute that I know?”

You rubbed your side. “Suguru, please. Don’t do that.”

Geto patted your back, “Sorry. Do you mean the teasing or the light poke? Because if it’s the latter, I’m starting to think your little gym workouts are for nothing. That was a really light poke–”

“Both,” you answered dryly. “You’re a lot stronger than you think. But also, please don’t ask me, I don’t want to talk about it–”

“Why not?” Geto asked, pouting. “I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me and Gojo won’t even hear a peep–”

You suddenly kicked at his shins, almost causing him to lose his balance. Which would have been absolutely humiliating considering there were witnesses around, and some of them were important (with a capital I). Geto righted himself and found that out when he made eye contact with none other than Toji Fushiguro himself (yes, we are finally getting to the point of the story).

Toji hid his laugh with a small cough. He was too nice. If it was any one in his team, they would have just pulled out their phone and recorded it to send into the group chat. His little flub would be an ongoing joke for weeks. Those absolute savages.

Geto did his best to look normal, bowing to greet him. “Fushiguro-shachou. It’s nice to see you here.”

“Hi Toji-san.” you greeted informally beside him. Geto raised a brow. Since when were you guys on a first name basis? 

Fushiguro walked up to them and attempted to bow, despite the fact that both of his hands were full. Geto heard you giggle, which if he could raise his brow further at, he absolutely would.

Question mark emoji, question mark emoji, question fucking mark emoji. Eyebrow raise emoji?

“How have you guys been?” Fushiguro asked. “Heard the first phase of the project ended well.” 

“It did, thank you.” Geto answered. “Some minor mishaps here and there, but overall it was good. We even managed to secure more funds for the next phase.”

Fushiguro looked every bit their Superstar CEO as he said, “It happens. There’s always a next thing to do better at. All that matters is your team got it finished within the deadline, and even exceeded the target.” 

“Toji-san,” you said shyly, and Fushiguro turned his full attention to you. An itch started somewhere down Geto’s throat. He swallowed. “I just wanted to thank you for the extra advice you gave me. I think it really won the investors over.” 

Fushiguro brightened, “Did it really?” 

You hummed affirmatively, “It did! If you have any more expertise to share, there were certain aspects of the negotiations I struggled with and–”

“Of course,” Fushiguro said, and then he pulled out his phone, read whatever message he seemed to get, then shot them both an apologetic look. “My apologies, I forgot I had a meeting in a couple of minutes, but please reach out whenever you guys are free. Let me treat you to a meal–”

“Ah, Fushiguro-shachou, there’s no need,” Geto started to say, but he had already started walking past them and yelled, “Congratulations again!”

You waved, which is when Geto side-eyed you and said, “What was all that?”

“What?” you said, not even bothering to look at him. You pulled out your phone from your pocket and from where Geto was standing, he could see that you had opened your messages. “Suguru, can I ask you for a favour?”

Geto supposed he trusted you enough. “Sure?”

“Could you pretend you’re busy whenever he sets up a meal for us?” you asked. Geto’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground. You’re asking him to miss out on not only a free meal, but a free premium meal? What if their CEO had wanted to take him out for some A5 Wagyu steak? The project was making him good money, but not enough money for a casual weekday night meal with A5 Wagyu. 

Geto crossed his arms over his chest, “Why?” Because if something was standing in between him and premium beef, it better be a good reason. 

“I need to talk to him. Alone,” you insisted, seeming to hit send on your phone on something and then pocketing it. “Will you?” 

“What, you don’t want me to hear?” he asked. “What do you guys even have to talk about? I am the project manager after all.” 

“He’s someone I admire and respect,” you replied, so matter-of-fact it silenced anything else he had to say. “I think you can easily imagine what we’d talk about,” and then began to walk towards the elevator. 

Things began to add up in his head. A senior you admired and respected. The ten year difference question from earlier. You asking for privacy with Toji Fushiguro. Geto barely passed his maths class, but by god, his years of watching old school tv dramas have finally borne fruit. 

You liked Toji Fushiguro. And you were going to confess.

“Suguru?” you asked, cocking your head to the side. You were already a few paces away. “Are you coming?” 

“Yeah,” he said, feeling a little faint. His body moved on its own, but his mind was stuck on his new discovery. “I’m coming.”

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Geto wished he had easier problems, like Gojo for example. Gojo had been looking at his hair in the mirror and talking to himself about on-set baldness. Which, in all fairness, is a terrible struggle to have, but it’s not like he wasn’t vain enough to let himself go bald. There’s surgery to fix that kind of shit now. 

Meanwhile, there doesn’t seem to be any amount of money that can fix his problem. 

Fuck, he wanted to tear his hair out. It was a fit of dramatics more befitting of his BFF (Gojo, not Shoko), but Sue him. If money cannot fix something in this capitalistic world, then isn’t he truly, deeply fucked? 

How was he going to break it to you? Maybe he didn’t have to, he could just let you find out for yourself. At your dinner. Tonight. With Toji Fushiguro. 

That Toji Fushiguro wasn’t actually single. That he was, in fact, the very opposite of single. Worse, he was in love. With a person that definitely wasn’t you. 

“...Guru?” Shoko asked beside him. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

Shoko looked at him with concern. “I just told you I almost broke the spreadsheet, and you didn’t even react. I make fun of you for your lack of brain cells, but you’re not that bad.”

“Sorry, I was thinking,” Geto said, running a hand through his hair. 

Innocently, Shoko asked, “You think?”

It is only Shoko’s position as Geto’s favourite team member (a record she’s held far longer than anyone else) and his amazing level of self-restraint that he did not commit an act of foulness against her. Geto gave her a dead-eyed stare, “I hold 50% of this team’s brain cells actually.” 

“Suguru,” Shoko said, unserious. She reached out and held Geto’s hand, “Have you been sleeping well? These delusions you have are starting to worry me. Y/N and I actually hold all the brain cells–”

Geto snatched his hand away. He sniffs, “I’m the project manager for a reason. I bet if I take my MBTI now I’d be a Thinker. I think everyday. I am thinking right now.” And then, only because she had mentioned you first, “Hey, I have a question–”

Shoko picked up her phone, “Go ahead.” 

“Say you have a friend that likes someone,” he started nonchalantly. Shoko hums– he continues, “And that person your friend likes is already dating someone… would you or would you not tell them?”

Shoko’s eyebrows pinched together, “Why wouldn’t I tell them?” 

“Because,” Geto said. Why didn’t he? “I don’t know? Maybe you wouldn’t want to hurt their feelings? Or maybe it’s none of your business?” 

Shoko scratched her head, “Isn’t it our duty as friends to warn them of such things? Sounds simple to me. Am I missing something?”

Geto wanted to hit her head. Maybe it was wrong to ask Shoko, who saw solutions easily, because she didn’t think too hard about stupid things. He should’ve talked to Gojo or something. “Maybe,” he dragged out, “you’re a coward and you love minding your own business and–” 

Shoko opened her phone and started doing her daily tasks on Duolingo, “Just tell your friend, Suguru–” 

Geto gave in and despite that fact that the two of them were the only people left in the office (Gojo and Utahime had left at the exact time they stopped getting paid to work like the anti-capitalists they were), he whispered urgently, “I can’t just fucking tell Y/N–”

“Y/N? Her crush is single though,” Shoko narrowed her eyes at him, then shrugged. “At least, last time I checked.” 

“I thought you knew. It’s not really a secret. Pretty much everyone in the company knows Toji Fushiguro is dating someone.” 

Shoko’s face twisted in confusion, “Fushiguro-shachou? Our CEO? What’s he got to do with this–”

The door opened, and Geto did his best to look casual as you stepped into the room. “Hey,” he greeted, also casually. God, he should be called King of Casualness with how casual he’s being. “How was your dinner?”

“It was good!” you said, smiling brightly. Geto tried hard not to look at your mouth. To not inspect for evidence of kissing. Not that he thought the big boss would do anything when he already had a girlfriend, but he only slept for four hours last night, which explains the crazy thoughts. “Full. He took me out for Kaiseki.” 

“That sounds good,” Geto said. “Wish I had some.” 

You rolled your eyes as you took off your coat. You were dressed so lovely. The simple fact was upsetting to him. To his stomach, specifically. “I’m sorry,” you said, walking over to your desk. “I’ll make it up to you.” 

“I want to be taken out.” Geto demanded. 

You playfully put a finger gun up to his head, “Like this?”

Geto grabbed your wrist and stared up at you, “To dinner.”

“Okay,” you said. You looked at Shoko and asked, “You wanna come too?”

Shoko looked between the two of you before going back to her phone, “Nah. You guys can go by yourselves.

Geto didn’t question it. The entirety of your wallet all to himself. He would not look a gift horse in the mouth, or however that saying went. “Nice. We have to do it soon. Before we get those annual company pictorials for the website. So my face doesn’t swell up–”

“Alright, alright,” you said, rolling your eyes. “He asked about you, by the way. He said to contact him some time. He said he wants to treat all of us next time.” 

Shoko piped up, “Zenin Naoya-san said the same thing. He heard about how well the first phase went and wanted to congratulate us. Can you imagine that? Both the CEO and COO want to take us out for a meal. We’re about to be fed good.”

The entirety of your wallet was nice, but now the CEO and COO wallets were in the mix? Geto must have done something good in a past life to be treated like this. 

“I know,” you said, sitting back in your chair. “I really admire them. Toji-san isn’t even that much older than us and look at everything he’s achieved.”

Geto bit his lip. The awe in your voice. He really should say something, but who was he to ruin this? 

A good friend, the little voice in his head that sounded like Shoko said. You’re a good friend. A good manager even, and you should take care of her because she does her best to take care of you. 

He took a deep breath, drawing Shoko’s attention towards him. “Y/N, about Fushiguro-shachou–”

“Actually,” Shoko said, speaking over him pointedly, “He is really cool, huh? Wasn’t he your role model for the longest time?” 

You spoke sweetly, “He still is. He’s just… too good.” 

It felt like a stone had dropped deep down to the pit of his stomach. Too good? Where has he heard that before? Why did it sound so familiar–

It hit Geto suddenly. That’s exactly how Gojo had sounded like when he was stupid and seventeen and pining over his first girlfriend (albeit, probably not in the same sense as you were thinking). Man. If he was working with deductive conclusions before, he had solid proof now. It was worse than he initially thought, actually.

You were unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Toji Fushiguro.

(Yes, fuck you, he was quoting Twilight. It’s a trauma response.)

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Geto wasn’t built to keep secrets. He hated lying. He loved a little gossip. Yes, he loved minding his own business, and yes, he was nosy as hell – these two things can co-exist. Most importantly, he prided himself in being a good friend, and it’s killing him, sitting with the knowledge that could break your heart. 

Such things shouldn’t be left up to him. He knows he basically signed up for difficult tasks when he became the project manager, but he didn’t think it would cover stuff like this. It was already painful (read: humiliating) having to sit in at a Human Resources meeting, because Gojo and the team lead from a different project can’t keep their hands off each other in the break room, and you’ve been tasked to follow them as their eternal third wheel so they can’t eye fuck each other when walking around the office (read: Geto is very fucking bitter about this). 

But this is a whole other level. 

You’re nice, even though your image paints you as someone with a resting bitch face most of the time. You’re sweet, hardworking, loyal, and all these other great things – but most importantly, you are a romantic. And if you’ve supposedly loved Toji Fushiguro for some time now, how was Geto supposed to tell you without feeling like an asshole?

He thought of it every time he saw you. Guilt flooding through him like a tsunami, waves and waves of it. He started to avoid you until he could muster up the courage and the right timing to break it to you. Which has been very hard, because the moment Geto decided to avoid you, you decided to stick to him like glue. 

You sat beside him during meetings and lunch, which made it hard to eat because his heart would just be pounding in his chest. The palpitations were upsetting his stomach and made it hard to concentrate on whatever report he was supposed to be reading.

You would also offer to bring in some baked treats for him, to which Geto had to reject pitifully. You baked like Mary Berry, and he had to pretend he wasn’t interested. Wasn’t hungry. It was so out of character for him that you began to ask if he was sick or something. Geto, of course, brushed it off but the next day you brought in daifuku. Fresh and still a little bit warm from a stall down the street. He wasn’t cruel enough to not eat it. 

(He also wasn’t selfless enough to not eat it, because damn, all this guilt was making him hungry.)

He even started skipping the weekly team dinners. He was busy, he said. He had to finish an important report, he said. You had only frowned, worry building behind your eyes. Geto thought he was this close to getting called out, but by the grace of project deadlines and difficult clients, he was saved. 

The whole team had been asked to visit a client’s main office in Kyoto. They had been given a generous budget for travel and other expenses, and Geto took the opportunity to book them all separate hotel rooms for the three day trip. 

He successfully managed to avoid you during the trip planning for the most part, busying himself with other things - but the guilt stayed and worsened, because the night before he was set to go on ahead of everyone else, you had hugged him, nice and tight, on your way out. Whispered quietly to him, don’t work too hard, you’re already doing great.

God, this was depressing him. 

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Geto had been asked to attend a private meeting with the client and a proposed new investor, so naturally he arrived a day earlier. 

That evening, at the hotel, he chose to lie down immediately, happy to not be bothered by anyone else for a while. He resolved not to think about anything– which isn’t that hard, for not thinking anything was his preferred natural state of mind– and just rest. He loved it, the silence, the lack of people constantly asking him for an update, the chance to just breathe without anybody peeking in. 

He enjoyed the peace for a good solid five minutes before he heard a knock on the door.

Geto resisted the urge to suffocate himself with a pillow.

He composed himself. He stood up, even though all life wanted to do was for him to stay down. He opened the door and was hit immediately with something hard and cold, square in the chest.

It fell sadly on the carpeted floor.

“You,” Geto said. 

“It’s me!” Gojo sing-songed, before picking up the ice cream he threw and shoving it into Geto’s hands. “What’s wrong with you? I leave you alone for a couple days and you’re all sad. What happened? Tell your soulmate.” 

Geto rubbed his face with his hands, “Why are you here already? Did you take an earlier train than planned? Are the others here too?” 

“We chose to arrive the night before so we would all be fresh as a daisy for tomorrow! Shoko should be arriving in the next hour,” Gojo said, entering the room and making a beeline for his bed. He plopped down, looking around before turning to face him. “Utahime took the same train I think so she should be around the same time as her. Y/N… I think she’ll be a bit later. Apparently, they fucked up her ticket.” 

Geto didn’t know if he should be sad or sigh in relief. Oddly enough, he felt both.

Gojo patted the spot next to him, “Come sit with me.” 

Geto sighed, closing the door even as he said, “Satoru, I’m tired. I kind of just want to rest before tomorrow happens.” 

“Hm,” Gojo hummed, narrowing his eyes. “Something is wrong with you.” 

“Thanks,” Geto replied, tiredly sitting down beside him. He opened the ice cream with the same level of energy. “My mother said the same thing when I was born.” 

“You’ve been saying that for the past week now. And at first, I let it pass because we were preparing for this trip, but Suguru, you looked burdened. With Something. And I think it’s time for you to talk about it.” 

Trust Gojo to get to the heart of the matter. Just like you. No, ugh. Geto hated this. Why did it all come back to him? 

He doesn’t want to have this conversation with Gojo, and he says so out loud. “This is weird,” he complained. 

Gojo took a small bite of his popsicle and flinched at the cold after, “Why is it weird?”

“Because,” Geto said, shrugging. “I’m usually the one giving advice to you.To everyone, it feels like. It’s weird.” 

“It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve ever had a problem,” Gojo said. “Nor is it the first time any of us has offered a hand to help you out. Shoko definitely has and you let her just fine–” 

Geto shook his head. “It’s different. That was relating to our work, and we were looking out for the team because–”

“Y/N takes care of you, and you let her,” Gojo cut. The mention of your name sliced at him. And by the way Gojo’s face lit up, it was visceral. “But she’s different… isn’t she?”

You were different. Always have been. Geto likes easy, likes things, even relationships, simple. It’s why his favourite person in the world was Shoko, who has always provided a place of comfort and ease for him, who always understood him without words. 

And while he could read you well now, there was this new development that had made it difficult for Geto to be with you. It’s that you’re so honest, so open to him that makes this hard. Why couldn’t he be the same? Why couldn’t he just address the elephant in the room? 

And anyone else, he’d just run further from, further than he was running now, but this was you. This was a friend that felt closer to him than anyone else sometimes. He could only run so far, before the red string of fate they tied on each other’s fingers pulled him back. 

Geto shrugged, nonchalant seeming as he admitted, “She makes everything quiet.” 

Gojo said nothing, waiting for you to expand. 

“She makes me forget all the doubts I have about myself, because she’s unflinching in her belief in me,” he said. “She makes me want to try and do better, because she makes failure look like it’s just another step she has to take. I admire her a lot.”

“That’s…” Gojo sucked on his popsicle. “That’s so romantic, dude–”

Geto smacked the side of his head on reflex, “What the fuck, Satoru–”

“OW,” Gojo complained loudly. He gave Geto a betrayed look, “Why would you hit me–”

“Why would you say romantic,” he panicked. “So what if I admire her, huh? So what if I want to impress her? And that I want to earn the image she has of me in her head?”

Gojo stared at him unimpressed and wagged his half-eaten popsicle at him, “This is why you have to start watching the rom-coms I recommend. Maybe if you stopped rejecting my movie invites, you would recognise what a fucking fool of a rom-com male lead you are and be making out with her right now–” 

“I cannot be hearing this from a balding man who has spent months pining over the team lead–” 

“Well, this balding man has been having regular sex with her, so who’s the real winner here–” 

Geto’s head started aching, so he started massaging his temples. Gojo took pity on him and practised volume control, “As your self-proclaimed best friend, it’s my job to hold your hand through these terrible realisations. Look at the bright side, you already attended all of the required Dating in the Workplace meetings because of me. Now, you can happily date your co-worker. I can send you the form you have to fill out–” 

“Stop, stop, stop,” Geto said, because his brain just started working again. Worse, it was starting to recognise all the signs of Romantic Feelings. Worse, it just remembered you were in love with someone else. “She doesn’t even like me like that. She’s… in love with somebody else.” 

“I know, right,” Gojo nodded furiously. “That girl is like, in love with raisins. Do the cookies really need that much–” 

Quite frankly, Geto didn’t think Gojo had any right to be critiquing other’s food choices when he was so picky himself. But he had bigger problems here, “Oh my god, Satoru. I’m in one of those unrequited love situations.” 

“You literally don’t know that.” 

“No, I do know,” Geto replied, depression hitting him again. “She’s in love with Toji Fushiguro. Dude, how am I supposed to compete with the literal CEO. I have to lie down.” 

Gojo looked at him weird, “What? How did you even find that out? Did you hear her say that? 

“It’s complicated,” Geto said, not having the energy to explain his amazing deduction skills to him. “But I’ve pretty much confirmed it. Actually, that’s why I’ve been feeling so guilty. You… know he’s dating someone, right?”

Gojo was still looking at him weird but assented, “Yes… everybody knows that.” 

“Well, I’ve been trying to find a way to let her down gently, but it’s hard. I don’t want to break her heart.” he finished. 

Gojo snorted, covering his mouth with his hand. Geto frowned. He thought that as a fellow romantic, Gojo would understand, so why was he laughing? He suddenly had an idea, “Hey, maybe you can tell her… I’m actually surprised no one has. I think you should tell her.” 

Gojo took a deep breath, as if to calm himself. Then he looked at Geto and spoke seriously, “Listen, Suguru. I think you need to remember who you are and tell her yourself. I think you have apologies to make either way–”

“What–” 

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you avoiding her,” Gojo said smugly. He pointed two fingers at his own eyes, then at Geto’s eyes and said, “I’m always watching you.”

“That,” Geto said, standing up and heading towards the door, “is one of the creepiest things you’ve ever told me. Go back to your room and let me rest.” 

Gojo left, but not without throwing his popsicle stick in Geto’s trashcan and advice in his face, “Talk to her when she gets here.” 

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“The journey was awful,” you said in lieu of a greeting. “Thanks for asking.”

You came from behind. Geto had texted you, after seeing the notification from the group chat that you had finally arrived, and asked if you guys could talk. The hotel was nice– private, and a short walk away to a small park with a river running through it.

Geto kept his mouth shut, choosing instead to kick a small pebble further down the path, “I heard from Utahime.” 

You made a soft noise; had it come from anyone else, Geto would call the sound wounded, but this was you. Always calm and collected. Always brimming with a positive light. All in a league of your own. 

“You could have asked me, though. You always used to tell me that it was different, that hearing from me, personally, was important–” 

Geto chanced a glance at you and found himself surprised to find your cheeks flushed, hands strangely curled into fists. “Hey–”

“Are you upset at me?” you asked. “Did I do something to make you mad? Because you can tell me, you know that. I don’t like being left in the dark, second-guessing what every second of your silence means.” 

Your eyes flashed to him, watery. 

It punched the breath out of him. He’s the stupidest piece of shit in the world. He wanted to march into the river and let it swallow him whole. 

Geto sighed, running his hands through his hair, “No, god, I’m not. I couldn’t be, you didn’t do anything wrong–” 

“Then,” you burst out, eyes searching, “Then why have you been avoiding me? 

“I,” he started before letting out an aggravated groan. He didn’t know how to explain to you what’s been on his mind this entire time; worse, his mouth is impatient, going on ahead before his brain could come up with a plan, “Toji Fushiguro doesn’t deserve you!”

Your eyes widened, “What?”

“Yes,” Geto spit out. “He’s nice, and hardworking, and rich and all that, but he doesn’t deserve you. Y/N, he’s too old for you, and worse, he’s dating someone else. Has been for years now. And it’s killing me to see you in love like this, when you deserve someone better. Someone who will treat you right and honour your dreams and make you properly happy, and he is not it.” 

Geto found himself breathing hard. Like, really hard. He’s so heated. 

And all you had to say in response was: “Don’t ever say that in the office.” 

“Fuck the company!” Geto said, with less heat. He didn’t want to know what would happen if he did. And he didn’t really mean it. “I’m just joking.” 

“I know,” you said, smiling now. Geto started smiling now too, a smile that immediately dropped when you continued, “I’m not in love with him though.”

Geto blinked. And then it dawned on him suddenly– that he’d been sulking round, pissy as fuck, stressed as hell, for nothing. Worse, he’d gone and embarrassed himself in front of you. His cheeks heated up, all the blood in his body clearly going there, because the rest of him was turning numb. Worst of all was the relief rushing through him like air. 

You didn’t love Toji Fushiguro. Didn’t even like him in that way. 

A smile began to spread on his face and it froze when you raised a brow, “Was that why you were avoiding me? You could have just told me from the very beginning.”

Geto’s hands started sweating, “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” 

“You know my feelings don’t get hurt like that,” you said. “I would have appreciated the warning, honestly. If, you know, I was into him like that.” 

He felt cornered. The river was starting to look like a great option again. The pull of it was strong. He stuttered, “You were all hurt just now! When you thought I was avoiding you–” 

“That’s different,” you said, turning to fully face him. You cocked your head to the side, “I care more about what you think. I thought I’d said something hurtful, like I’ve lost your trust or something–”

And then there was this: the pull of your heart, bare and vulnerable, rare as childish joy, more gravity than the sea. Geto couldn’t– wouldn’t resist it. “You could never–”

“I worried,” you continued, blazing on, “because you said once you were the type to never forgive and to never forget, and once your trust was lost, it was lost forever. And Suguru, I couldn’t bear it, because I worked hard to earn it and–”

Geto has never seen you this distressed, this frazzled, and he couldn’t stand to be the cause of it. He held you tightly by the cheeks and was rewarded once again with your wide-eyed surprise. 

“God, I love you,” Geto said, then paused after realising the sudden gravity of his words. In hindsight, he should have continued, should have clarified he meant platonically, like one would love friends, but something in your face smoothed, clear as glass–

“I love you too,” you said, then pulled him down without hesitation for a clumsy kiss. 

“Wait–” Geto said, muffled against the cold press of your lips. You frowned as he managed to push you away. “Do you mean love, like love love or like I love you, bro?”

Your eyes narrowed, brows stitching in confusion, “I mean, I love you. What did you mean?

“Oh,” Geto said, sounding like he’d been hit over the head, struck stupid– which is also exactly how he felt right now. “Wow.”

Several emotions flickered across your face, too fast for him to catch, before it shuttered and you announced, “I’m going back to my room.” 

His head jumped, as he watched you turn around and walk briskly back to the hotel. Something in his brain clicked; all the pieces came together– the forward touches, the hurt looks thrown his way, the goddamn kiss just now– and propelled his legs forward to catch up to you. “Wait!”

For once, Geto thanked the fact that his legs were long, that yours were much shorter, so he caught up easily. He grabbed your arm and spun you around, “Hey–”

“Can you not manhandle me,” you demanded, the pallor of your cheeks now a bright red. You struggled, “This isn’t funny, let me go–”

He immediately did, raising his hands in surrender, “I’m sorry, just– are you embarrassed?”

“Surprise,” you said sourly. “I have feelings, like everyone else–”

“I know that,” Geto assured. “After all this time, do you think I wouldn’t know that? But it’s just me–” 

“Just you,” you muttered under your breath, and Geto grabbed your hands this time and squeezed it. He tried to joke, “It is just me. I know I am incredibly handsome, funny, talented–”

You threw him a glare, “You are those things–”

Geto grinned because a compliment is a compliment, and a compliment from you was worth its weight in gold. 

You called him out, “You’re infuriating–”

“You’re starting to sound like Satoru,” he said and laughed when you gave him the most tired expression he had ever seen in his life. “You’re so–”

“If you’re going to reject me, just do it,” you said. 

“–cute,” Geto finished. 

You stared up at him, expectant. The night breeze sped past your bodies, ruffling your hair. Geto squeezed your hands again and said, “I don’t know if I deserve you either. For a long time, I was baffled even, for how much you believed in me. There are nights, I confess, where I still feel like I don’t deserve it–”

He paused, waited for you to say something, but you just shook your head, made a soft noise that said, keep going.

“The team,” Geto mentioned, because it cannot not be mentioned. “Our work–”

“Comes first,” you finished, but he shook his head, “Actually, I think it should come second–”

You smacked him, “Don’t say that–”

“I’m just joking,” Geto said, but a part of him wasn’t sure what he’d put first if it came to it down the line. Had it been anyone outside of his little circle, it wouldn’t even be a worry, the answer would be easy– Geto was pragmatic; he wouldn’t bring his own problems to them. 

“You wouldn’t have to choose,” you said softly. “If that’s what you’re worried about. Because it’s just as important to me, as it is to you.” 

Nobody can promise that, he thinks. Not even you, whose talent is performing seven impossible things before he’s even had his first sip of coffee in the morning. But he was touched by the sentiment, his heart grew so big in his chest that it hurt. 

“You’re my partner,” Geto said, reaching for your cheek. It was cold. He ached to warm it up as he stroked it, “I trust you the most, you know?” 

You closed your eyes briefly as you held his wrist. Quietly, you asked, “Do you love me too?” 

“I do love you,” Geto confessed easily. 

“Like love love or like I love you, bro?” you asked, looking absolutely serious about it. But there was the slightest tug of a grin in the corners of your lips. Foul.

He rolled his eyes, making you laugh. “Alright, alright,” Geto admitted. “I suppose I deserve that for earlier–” 

“Next time, get straight to the point–” 

Geto leaned down instead, intending to kiss you, but you blocked him with a hand on your mouth. You stared, “Not here.” 

“You literally kissed me earlier, you little ingrate,” he complained but knew better. “Fine, let’s go back to my room instead–” 

You gasped as you wrapped your hands around your body protectively. “That’s a little scandalous. I’m not Gojo Satoru. I don’t put out on the first date, not that there’s anything wrong with that sort of behaviour, but I do have standards–”

Geto kissed you this time, swift but sweet. “I’ll protect your virtue,” he said, unbearably fond. “I love you.” 

You blushed, burying your face against his chest, “I love you too.” 

.

.

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[Flashback plays]

“Toji-san,” you shyly asked as you both waited for the meal. “Could I ask you for some advice?” 

In front of you, Toji sat up straight in his seat. He took his duty seriously. “Yes,” he gestured for you to go on. “I’m happy to answer any question.” 

“Well,” you started, “Could you give me advice on how you started dating your fiancée? I know that you used to work with her, so I just thought that you could, you know…” 

Toji looked taken aback by the question. You nearly took the question back, but he looked relaxed in his seat, shook his head, and put his hands on his hips, “Y/N, first word of advice. Patience. I waited three years. Do you think you can wait that long?”

You balked before composing yourself, “I think I would lose my mind if I had to wait another year, Toji-san.”

“I nearly did too,” Toji said solemnly. “Here’s what you need to do–”

[warabidakihime]

i have another oneshot in the works and it's for suguru but i will wait until a majority of season 2 is aired and/or if that scene is included in season 2. it'll be lowkey indulgent for me as it's my personal feelings from what happened to him during the hidden inventory/premature death arc

in the meantime, i'll work on chapter 3 of my toji fic :D

#hi hello #wbdk rambles

[warabidakihime]

Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Reader | College AU

Synopsis: Love, as unpredictable as the changing tides, swept into our lives like an enchanting story waiting to be written. In the quiet moments, amid stolen glances and playful banter, it whispered its secrets, weaving a tapestry of emotions that neither of us could deny. And when our hearts finally dared to speak, they painted our friendship with the colors of passion, turning an ordinary tale into an extraordinary love story, destined to be told for eternity.

Content warning: none

A/N: satoru has been making his way up my ranks hence the birth of this piece. hope you like it!

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Oh, shit.

Since when did it all begin?

Or, to be more precise, when did you finally acknowledge it?

You have absolutely no clue. So now, you're desperately sifting through your memories for answers, or at the very least, some elusive hints as to when and how it all started.

When did your heart start to race and ache for Gojo Satoru?

As far back as you can recall, there were no standout moments that triggered your heart to flutter or inspired any inkling of affection toward him. It's not as if you don't find him attractive; you certainly do. But it's not the kind of attraction that leads to a headlong tumble into love. If anything, Suguru seemed to align more with your ideal type, and you could have sworn your crush was centered on him, not his white-haired best friend.

So, when and how did it happen?

And why is it only dawning on you now?

You entered Satoru's world through the gateway of a mutual friend, Shoko Ieiri. You were the latest addition to their tight-knit friend group. Shoko, your classmate in medical school, played matchmaker by introducing you to Satoru and Suguru when they decided to pay her a visit. You and Shoko were pursuing careers in the healthcare sector—your sights set on neurology and Shoko's on cardiology—the boys had taken different paths.

Suguru had graduated from culinary school and was embarking on a journey to open his own restaurant, while Satoru was gearing up for his licensure exam in education.

Meeting Suguru and Satoru for the first time left you feeling slightly intimidated. To be honest, you weren't the type to seek out new acquaintances willingly. Your introverted nature and minor case of social anxiety made new encounters a bit daunting. However, the boys were incredibly warm and accommodating, and their welcoming nature made it easy for you to seamlessly integrate into their group.

As previously mentioned, while you were getting to know your new friends, you developed an adorable crush on Suguru. You found him incredibly attractive, both in terms of his physical appearance and his personality. He embodied your ideal type—dark-haired, captivating eyes, a soothing voice, incredibly kind, a true gentleman who could also be cheeky and mischievous at times. Shoko even tried to play matchmaker and set you up with him. However, a shared moment with Satoru made you change your course. It happened while the two of you were waiting for Shoko and Suguru at a cafe, the designated meeting spot before heading to the beach getaway you had been eagerly anticipating for weeks.

As you and Satoru waited for your friends, you engaged in a lively conversation about a myriad of topics, thoroughly enjoying each other's company. It wasn't that you and Satoru weren't close before, but this was one of the first times you had the chance to spend quality time together, just the two of you.

Curiosity led you to ask Satoru why he had chosen education as his profession. He playfully responded, "Yeah, I know, someone as handsome as me pursuing a teaching job seems unlikely," earning a playful eye roll from you. He followed it with an endearing chuckle and then delved into his reason.

During high school, when Shoko, Suguru, and he were classmates, there had been some distressing hazing incidents. One particular event had deeply affected him, igniting his anger not only at the school's negligence but also at their heartlessness for not taking action to prevent such incidents from recurring. It had happened repeatedly, and Suguru had nearly become a victim himself.

The revelation shocked you. You learned that your kind and gentle, dark-haired friend had endured a tumultuous time at the tender age of 16, finding himself trapped in a dark and perilous environment. Satoru had nearly lost his confidant during those harrowing days, and as a result, a dream had taken root in his heart. He aspired to become a teacher who would be a reliable mentor for his students, providing them with a safe and nurturing environment.

Listening to all of this made you reflect on his earlier statement. While he said it in a playful manner, what he expressed actually made a lot of sense. It wasn't that you held a low opinion of teachers; in fact, you held them in high regard. It's just that, considering Satoru's exceptional abilities, it seemed fitting for him to pursue a grander path, perhaps in law, astronomy, or even a career in medicine, much like you and Shoko. Hearing someone of his caliber passionately speak about his dreams caused your heart to flutter.

From that day forward, you began to notice and appreciate every aspect of Satoru, from the most significant aspects of his character down to the smallest details. All of it appeared incredibly beautiful to you.

And then, the inevitable happened: you had fallen hopelessly and irrevocably for Gojo Satoru.

As days turned into weeks and your newfound affection for Satoru continued to blossom, you found yourself in a bewildering internal struggle. It was a stark contrast to your previous crush on Suguru. With Suguru, you could effortlessly be yourself. The two of you would exchange playful and flirtatious remarks without a care in the world, and it felt completely natural.

But with Satoru, it was an entirely different story. You were a mess around him. Whenever he entered the room, your heart raced, your palms got sweaty, and your words seemed to tumble over each other like clumsy acrobats. You tried your best to play it off, to act as if nothing was going on in your heart. It was like trying to hide a wildfire with a paper fan.

One day, during a group outing to a cozy beachside cafe, the contrast between your interactions with Suguru and Satoru became painfully apparent. Suguru, sitting across from you, flashed his signature grin and made a witty remark about the quirky seagull that had just stolen a fry from your plate. Laughter erupted from both of you, and you couldn't help but feel a familiar warmth in your chest.

Then you glanced over at Satoru, who was deeply engrossed in conversation with Shoko. His usual nonchalant and playful demeanor was on full display, but there was a tenderness in the way he looked at Shoko, like the affection shared between close friends. It was a side of Satoru that you cherished but also longed for—an intimacy that transcended mere friendship. The way he gazed at Shoko, with those gorgeous blue eyes sparkling, made your heart ache with longing. If he could bestow such warmth upon a close friend, you couldn't help but wonder how he might look at someone who held an even more special place in his heart—someone who could be the love of his life.

It was as if a veil had been lifted, and you began to notice every stolen glance, every accidental brush of your fingers, and every subtle smile he bestowed upon you. Each of these moments sent your heart into a frenzied dance.

As you continued to observe Shoko and Satoru as subtly as you could, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy mixed with longing. Your feelings for Satoru had grown so intense that irrational thoughts sometimes crept into your mind. Thoughts of what it would be like if he looked at you with the same affection; thoughts of being the one who made his heart skip a beat. You knew these thoughts were irrational, and you quickly berated yourself for even entertaining them. You didn't want to jeopardize your friendship with Shoko or cause any discomfort to your friends.

But when he caught you staring a little too long or blushing under his gaze, you quickly averted your eyes, feigning indifference. It was becoming a constant battle between your head and your heart, and you weren't sure which one would emerge victorious.

Deep down, you knew you had a decision to make. You had to confront your feelings, grapple with the uncertainty of potential rejection, and weigh the consequences it might have on your tightly knit friend group. But for now, you continued to navigate this treacherous emotional terrain, desperately trying to keep your heart's tumultuous secret locked away.

*

The evening had settled comfortably into Suguru's cozy living room, where the soft glow of fairy lights danced on the walls. You and Suguru had arrived earlier than everyone else, taking the time to prepare for the movie night while awaiting Satoru and Shoko.

As you busied yourself with setting up snacks and drinks, Suguru's perceptive gaze followed your every move. He couldn't help but notice the subtle shifts in your behavior over the past few weeks. With a teasing smile, he leaned in closer, his voice low. "You know, y/n, I couldn't help but notice that something's different these days."

You paused, glancing at Suguru, your cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "What are you talking about, Suguru?"

He chuckled softly, sipping his drink. "Oh, come on now. Don't think you were so slick in your actions; you weren't."

"What are you talking about?" you asked, your confusion apparent.

His playful tone took on a hint of mock hurt as he continued, "Lately, it feels like our playful banter has lost some of its charm. You've been a little distracted, haven't you? I reckon Satoru has something to do with it."

As if on cue, the door to Suguru's apartment opened, and conveniently, Satoru heard what his best friend said. He stood frozen in his tracks, doing his best to stay silent, and listened to your conversation. Fortunately for him, none of you noticed his entrance.

Your eyes met his, and you knew it was time to confide in your best friend. "Suguru, about that..."

His playful demeanor softened into genuine concern as he leaned in, his eyes locked onto yours. "What's wrong?"

You took a deep breath and began to lay yourself bare before one of your most trusted friends. You confessed the deep, romantic feelings you had developed for Satoru, the turmoil it had caused within you, and your fear of potential rejection. You spoke of your worries about the impact on your friendship, your tight-knit friend group, and the uncertainties that had kept you from revealing your emotions to Satoru.

As Satoru remained frozen in the hallway, his heart raced at the revelation unfolding before him. He had entered Suguru's apartment just in time to overhear your conversation.

Listening to you confess your profound feelings for him sent a rush of emotions coursing through him. He was caught in a whirlwind of surprise, curiosity, and an undeniable warmth that spread through his chest. For so long, he had believed that your heart belonged to Suguru, convinced that the playful banter you and Suguru shared would inevitably lead to something more.

Now, the truth stood before him, and it was a truth he had never dared to hope for.

He couldn't help but reflect on his own feelings and the love he had quietly harbored for you. It was a love he had kept hidden, convinced that he was not the one who held your heart. But as your words washed over him, he realized that the connection between you two ran deeper than he had ever imagined.

Satoru remained hidden in the shadows, wrestling with a mix of emotions—joy, relief, and a tinge of regret for not having revealed his feelings sooner.

Suguru listened attentively, offering a sympathetic ear and supportive words. "You know, y/n, I can't promise you how Satoru will respond. But I do know one thing—your feelings are valid, and you deserve to be happy. I approve of you and Satoru; the both of you complement each other. I never thought there would be another person that could match his energy, but lo and behold, you appeared right before our eyes."

Suguru's words of understanding and support washed over you like a comforting wave. You appreciated his unwavering friendship and the warmth he had always shown, especially now when you needed it the most.

"Thank you, Suguru," you sighed, a mix of gratitude and anxiety swirling within you. "I just... I needed to get this off my chest. It's been eating at me, and I couldn't keep it to myself any longer."

Suguru gave you an encouraging smile. "You did the right thing, y/n. And trust me, Satoru can be a handful at times, but he's got a good heart. I've known him for years, and I've seen how much he cares for his friends, and I've also seen the way he treats you. I'm not saying you should confess your feelings to him right away, but maybe it's worth a shot, don't you think?"

As you continued to chat with Suguru, sharing your fears and hopes for what lay ahead, neither of you noticed the shadow in the corner of the room slowly stepping closer. Satoru had decided it was time to reveal himself, his heart pounding with a mixture of emotions. He couldn't bear to stand hidden in the shadows any longer, not when your confession had stirred something profound within him.

Just as you were about to respond to Suguru, you suddenly felt a presence behind you. Startled, you turned to find Satoru standing there, a mixture of surprise and something more complex in his expressive blue eyes.

"Satoru," you gasped, caught off guard by his sudden appearance. Suguru, too, turned to see his best friend, his eyes widening with realization.

Satoru cleared his throat, attempting to maintain his usual nonchalant demeanor, but his voice held a hint of vulnerability. "Uhh, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation, hehe."

Your heart raced as you met Satoru's gaze, wondering what he would say next, how he would react to your confession, and what it might mean for your future.

As the room fell into a brief, charged silence, Satoru's gaze remained fixed on you, his blue eyes reflecting a whirlwind of emotions. You saw a hint of surprise, curiosity, and something more profound—something that made your heart skip a beat.

Suguru, ever perceptive, gave a knowing smile and patted you gently on the back before excusing himself with a playful wink. "Well, I think I'll leave you two to chat. Catch you later!"

With Suguru's departure, you and Satoru were left alone in the room. The air seemed to crackle with tension, and neither of you knew quite how to start.

"Well, this is awkward," you said with a nervous chuckle, which Satoru mirrored, something he rarely did. His usual confidence was momentarily replaced by a touch of shyness that you found endearing. It almost made you forget how you had carelessly let him know of your feelings.

"Well, I do have a knack for arriving at the right time," Satoru finally said while scratching his nape, his playful nature returning. Then he looked at you, his eyes holding a glimmer of hope, and asked, "Is it true? You love me?"

His question knocked the air out of your chest; your voice almost croaked when you tried to speak, but you managed to remain composed. There's really no use in denying them any longer, so you might as well be honest with him.

"Yes," you said, your voice steady and sincere.

Satoru bit his bottom lip in an attempt to suppress a grin, but his efforts were in vain.

"Since when?" he asked again, his curiosity evident in his gaze.

"For a while," you confessed, feeling a sense of relief wash over you now that your feelings were out in the open.

Satoru's grin grew wider as he took in your confession. He stepped closer, the playful twinkle back in his eyes. "Well, I must say, y/n, I'm quite flattered. It's not every day someone as incredible as you admits to having feelings for me."

His lightheartedness put you at ease, and a small smile played on your lips. "You're not going to make me regret saying that, are you?"

He chuckled—a warm, melodious sound that sent shivers down your spine. "I promise, I'll be on my best behavior... for now."

The two of you settled into a more comfortable conversation, discussing your feelings and the uncertainties that came with them.

"Actually," Satoru began, his voice taking on a more serious tone amidst the playfulness, "I've known about your crush on Suguru for a while now."

You blinked in surprise. "You have?"

He nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I figured you two were meant for each other with all that flirting. I didn't want to get in the way. And I honestly think you two would look good together too."

Your heart skipped a beat as the weight of his words settled in. It was a revelation that left you feeling both stunned and strangely relieved.

"But," he continued, "when I heard your confession tonight, it took me by surprise. I never would've guessed you felt the same way about me." he confessed, his eyes locked onto yours.

You met Satoru's gaze, your own eyes conveying the sincerity of your words. "Satoru, what I felt for Suguru was real, but it's different now. I've known him for a long time, and we had a great connection. But what I feel for you is... it's something more. It's deeper, stronger, and it's been growing for a while."

Satoru's playful demeanor gave way to a softer, more genuine expression. "I see," he said, his voice tender. "So, you've had your eye on me all this time, huh?"

You couldn't help but blush, but you nodded. "Yeah, I have. And it's been driving me crazy, not knowing how you felt about me."

Satoru stepped even closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek. "Well, now you know," he murmured, his gaze dropping to your lips. "that I'm crazy about you too."

Anticipation hung in the air as he drew nearer, and you bridged the gap between your lips by gently pulling him closer, your fingers gripping his shirt before you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Time seemed to slow down. It was a moment you had imagined countless times—a culmination of desire and longing that had built up over months. The kiss was everything you had hoped for and more.

Satoru's playfulness was momentarily set aside as he leaned into the kiss with a seriousness that sent shivers down your spine. It was as if he was determined to convey the depth of his feelings through this single, passionate act. His lips were soft and warm, fitting perfectly against yours.

Tugging him closer as you deepened the kiss. It was a gentle yet fervent exploration, a dance of tongues and sighs that spoke volumes. The world around you seemed to fade into the background. All that mattered was the connection you shared, the emotions that surged between you, and the unspoken words that filled the space.

When you finally broke the kiss, you both were left breathless and wide-eyed, the weight of your emotions hanging in the air. Satoru's eyes bore into yours, and you could see the sincerity in his gaze, a stark contrast to his usual playful demeanor.

As you basked in the warmth of the moment, Satoru's signature smile brightened the room. His playful demeanor had returned, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his question.

"One more?" he asked, a twinkle in his eyes.

You pretended to consider it, with your finger tapping your chin in mock contemplation. "Hmm, I suppose one more wouldn't hurt."

With a grin, Satoru leaned in once again, his lips capturing yours in another sweet kiss. This time, it was lighter, a gentle affirmation of the connection you had forged. It was a promise that there would be many more kisses to come, each one filled with the depth of your feelings and the joy of being together.

When you finally pulled away, Suguru cleared his throat rather obnoxiously, "I'll take it as we're over, y/n?"

Suguru's abrupt interruption had both you and Satoru turning to look at him, breaking the tender moment you had just shared. There was a playful yet mischievous glint in his eyes, and his lips curled into a teasing smirk.

"Unfortunately," you said, playing along with his theatrics. "Sorry, Sugu."

Satoru couldn't resist joining in, his tone mockingly possessive. "Back off, buddy. She's mine now."

Suguru responded snarkily but in a playful way, "She's all yours. He then turned to you with a pout, "Don't even bother soothing my broken heart." Suguru said while "clutching" his heart to emphasize how "hurt" he was.

"How about I treat you to your favorite coffee tomorrow?" you offered him with a sisterly smile.

"Well, that works too." Suguru responded with a chuckle, but it was interrupted by a rather loud bang.

The three of you whipped your heads towards the sudden noise, which was Shoko dropping the snacks she brought for movie night. She obviously missed a whole lot, judging from her shocked expression: "Did I just witness y/n and Gojo exchanging saliva?"

Satoru couldn't resist the opportunity to playfully exaggerate. "Oh, it was much more than just saliva, Shoko. It was a declaration of eternal love, sealed with a kiss."

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, but it was all in good fun. The four of you shared a hearty laugh, and the tension from earlier completely dissolved.

Shoko, recovering from her initial surprise, joined in the teasing with a playful smirk. "Well, it's about time, you two. We've been waiting for this moment."

Suguru chimed in, "Yeah, it's been like watching a romantic comedy with slow-burn tension."

As your friends continued to tease and banter, you couldn't help but feel a warm sense of belonging. It was a night filled with confessions, laughter, and the promise of new beginnings.

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[warabidakihime]

A Glimpse Beyond Grief: Chapter 2

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x Reader | Office AU | Both characters are in their early 30s | toji is good daddy in this uwu

Synopsis: galactically intertwined journey of two souls: one navigating the depths of loss, the other offering a beacon of healing. through witty banter and unspoken connections, they find solace in unexpected places, uncovering the resilience of the human spirit and the power of love to mend even the most shattered hearts.

Content warning: profanity, (eventual) smut, highkey adult themed, can be psychologically and emotionally triggering for some so read with caution.

A/N: there might be a few typos. will fix them once i get home later :D

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"Kento, thoughts on this?"

You shared your concerns with your associate director, currently presenting his report during the weekly meeting with your group heads. The session was progressing well, with this month's revenue breaking records again after finalizing the partnership with Gojo Enterprise. The influx of inquiries from other companies kept everyone busy, a challenge you welcomed.

Toji, seated beside you, diligently recorded meeting minutes and contributed insights, especially during Kong Shiu's presentation, the head of your BFSI business unit. Toji collaborated closely with Kong Shiu on certain projects, but ultimately reported directly to you.

Nanami nodded in response to your inquiry. "Yes, according to Gojo-san, our current pace aligns with our agenda. He stressed maintaining service quality as crucial. The partnership has garnered attention, and upholding our standards is paramount."

Leaning back, you considered Nanami's response. "Good to hear. Quality remains non-negotiable as we scale up. We can't afford to compromise and damage our reputation."

Nanami remained composed. "Agreed. I've discussed resource allocation with team leads. We'll handle increased workload intelligently without compromising performance."

As the meeting progressed, Toji contributed, "I've reviewed potential synergies with Gojo Enterprise. Tech implementation stands out as an area where our teams could complement each other."

Nanami showed interest. "Excellent point, Fushiguro-san. Let's set up a meeting with their tech leads to explore these synergies."

You agreed, "Worth pursuing. Coordinate with their team and see if we can arrange something for next week."

The meeting continued with energy, ideas flowing, and plans taking shape. The partnership with Gojo Enterprise had opened opportunities, and your team aimed to leverage them.

After adjournment, Toji lingered. "I'll draft a proposal for joint tech exploration and run it by you before sending it to Satoru."

"Sounds good," you replied, appreciating Toji's proactive approach.

As everyone dispersed, Nanami approached, cautious before expressing his thoughts. "It's reassuring how well things are progressing. The team cohesion is stronger than ever. It should keep him at bay, or, with luck, we can finally shake him off."

You smiled, acknowledging his observation. "Teamwork and adaptability are our strengths. Let's maintain this momentum. Kento, thanks for your insights. I can imagine the effort, despite my reminders to take it easy."

Nanami nodded. "Of course, anytime. I want him out of the picture pronto."

You sighed, looking at your senior director. "Me too, Nii-san. Me too."

Toji observed the interaction between you and Nanami, later discovering he was your big brother. Upon realizing the resemblance, he understood why some mistook you for twins. Despite the age difference, you maintained a professional demeanor at work, surprising Toji when he learned about your relationship.

Returning to your office, your confidence in your team's abilities was evident. Once in the safety of your workspace, you released a slightly shaky breath, realizing you had been holding it during your walk from the boardroom. Toji, ever-observant, had been watching you but remained silent until you were both back in your shared office.

"Everything okay?" he asked as you settled at your desk, noting the unreadable expression that shifted into a rehearsed smile when you faced him.

"Yeah, just a bit tired from the meeting," you replied.

Toji hummed, settling at his desk to resume his tasks. Memories of the day Kenjaku visited replayed in his mind. He recalled the odd look on your face when Kenjaku entered, sensing the animosity between you two. Most of it emanated from you, your eyes shooting daggers at Kenjaku, who reveled in the confrontation with a smug smile.

-

The man's smile oozed smugness, his posture radiating self-assurance. Toji observed the interaction with a nonchalant air, his instincts signaling that this encounter held more depth than apparent.

You held your ground, a façade of composure concealing the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. Toji's sharp eyes shifted between you and Kenjaku, a flicker of intrigue igniting in the depths of his gaze.

As unspoken tension thickened the air, Toji found himself an unwitting spectator to a history shrouded in secrecy.

Kenjaku's voice flowed smoothly, carrying an unearned familiarity that echoed through the room. His eyes bore into yours with a dangerous mix of amusement and shadows.

"Kenjaku," you replied evenly, your voice a masterclass in masking the storm within.

Kenjaku advanced, his movements calculated, invading your personal space with the ease of a predator. "You're looking well," he remarked casually, as if the years between you were nothing more than a fleeting moment.

Your jaw tensed, every muscle poised against the instinct to step back. "Cut to the chase, Kenjaku. What do you want?"

He chuckled softly, the sound grating on your nerves like a dissonant melody. Toji's frown deepened as he observed, the room's tension a silent ballet of wills.

Kenjaku's smile turned predatory, revealing the hidden fangs beneath charm. "You've done well for yourself. JJK Holdings, partnering with Gojo Enterprise. Quite the success story."

Arms folded, you defended with a defiant grace. "I'm not here for pleasantries. If you have something to say, say it."

Toji's gaze flicked to your hands, the subtle tremor betraying the composed exterior. His concern deepened, a silent promise to intervene if needed.

Kenjaku's eyes narrowed, the charm slipping away to reveal the cold calculation beneath. "You always had a sharp tongue. But some things never change, Y/N."

Toji remained steadfast, the lines of readiness etched into his features. Your nostrils flared with a potent mix of anger and frustration. "I'm not afraid of you anymore, Kenjaku. Your games won't work."

Kenjaku's expression darkened, the mask crumbling further. "We'll see, Y/N. We'll see."

Eye contact lingered, anger boiling within. It took everything in you not to succumb to the impulse to slap him. As Kenjaku made his way to the door, his eyes landed on Toji, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Ah, and who might you be?" Kenjaku's voice carried amusement, a calculated interest.

Toji leaned against a nearby table, his posture a blend of nonchalance and quiet confidence. "Fushiguro Toji, Y/N's Executive Assistant."

Recognition flickered in Kenjaku's eyes, a fleeting memory trying to resurface. "Ah, an executive assistant. How quaint."

Toji's lips curled into a knowing smile, his tone casual yet laced with an underlying challenge. "Indeed, quite quaint. But even the most ordinary roles can play a part in remarkable stories."

Tension thickened as a verbal spar unfolded. Kenjaku's arrogant smirk met Toji's confident gaze. "Well, it's good to see that some find contentment in such… supporting roles."

"Supporting roles often hold the threads of the story together, ensuring the narrative's success." Toji's response was a masterful blend of cleverness and professionalism; his words served as a shield of support for you, skillfully countering Kenjaku's implications.

However, Toji wasn't the only one adept in the art of subtle jabs. Kenjaku's attention shifted to you, but his words were directed at your executive assistant, a man visibly measuring your visitor. "Yes, yes... I'm sure Y/N picked you among her seas of applicants for your... capabilities," he turned to Toji, a sick smile playing on his face. "As someone who knows her so well, you're in good hands, Fushiguro-san."

Kenjaku's words dripped with innuendo, a vile implication that sent a chill down your spine. You understood the insinuation, feeling a deep sense of disgust – not towards yourself as Kenjaku perceived, but rather at the twisted conclusions he drew due to your past involvement with him. Meeting his gaze with a calm demeanor, you concealed the tumultuous emotions swirling within.

Toji's response was a seamless fusion of level-headedness and a touch of cheekiness; his words carefully chosen as a retort. "It's always reassuring to provide valuable assistance to a highly respected colleague."

An uneasy tension lingered as Kenjaku's gaze shifted from you to Toji, as if he were peering into the depths of something he shouldn't be privy to. With an arrogant smirk revealing concealed intentions, he slowly backed away. "Ah, well then, I shan't keep you any longer. You both seem to have been having a really good conversation before I arrived."

Kenjaku turned and left the room, his departure leaving behind a residue of tension that slowly dissipated yet never truly disappeared.

As the door closed behind him, you exchanged a brief glance with Toji, the shared unease unspoken yet palpable. Then, for a split second, the lump you had been suppressing surged upwards, choking you with a whirlwind of emotions.

"Y/N!" Toji's voice carried urgency as he swiftly moved to your side, a pillar of support in the aftermath of Kenjaku's unsettling presence.

Slumping down on the floor, you felt the weight of the encounter crash down upon you, your body reacting to the overwhelming stress in a way that you couldn't control. As you expelled the contents of your stomach, the taste of bile on your tongue was a bitter reminder of the toxicity that still lingered from your past.

Toji's hand found its place on your back, rubbing comfortingly as he tried to offer solace amid the storm raging within you. His other hand fumbled for his phone in his pocket, the urgency of the situation driving him to seek help from anyone who could offer support.

Frustrated tears streamed down your face, mingling with the remnants of nausea. The sudden and unwelcome intrusion of your ex-husband had shattered the carefully constructed walls you had built to keep him at bay. The image of his smug smile was seared into your mind, each flash of memory a fresh wave of distress.

Your body convulsed with coughs, and your chest tightened with each intake of air. Toji remained steadfast, his presence a stabilizing force amidst the chaos. He murmured words of reassurance; the sound was a lifeline that helped ground you even as your panic threatened to consume you.

Moments later, the door swung open with a sense of urgency, and Nanami burst into the room. His usually composed demeanor was replaced with raw concern as his gaze landed on his sister, trembling and broken on the floor. He knelt down beside you, his touch gentle yet firm as he sought to offer his support.

Nanami's eyes held a mix of frustration and protectiveness; he had witnessed the toll Kenjaku's presence took on you before, and the sight of your suffering struck a nerve within him. He gently reached out, his hand finding yours in a comforting grip. "Y/N," His voice was soft but unwavering, a lifeline echoing Toji's earlier attempts to anchor you. "You're safe now. He's gone."

But just like any other attack, their words flew by you, distant echoes in the midst of your overwhelming turmoil. You were trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, your chest constricting with anxiety and pain. The memory of Kenjaku's smug smile and cutting words replayed like a haunting melody in your mind, each note reverberating with the memories of past wounds.

As you trembled, unable to find your voice, you felt Nanami's arms wrap around you in a protective embrace. The warmth of his presence and the strong beat of his heart against your back provided a sense of solace; his touch was a silent promise that he was there for you and that he wouldn't let you face this alone. His grip tightened as he held you close, his voice a whisper against your ear. "I'm here, Y/N. You're not alone. Not anymore. Not ever."

But even in the safety of his arms, the pain persisted, the memories too vivid to ignore. Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to regain control over your racing heartbeat. The suffocating weight of fear and anger pressed down on you, threatening to overwhelm your senses.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. It's my fault. I failed you again today." Nanami’s words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his own guilt and turmoil; his tone was heavy with regret and self-blame.

You turned your head slightly, seeking his eyes through tear-blurred vision. His gaze was earnest, filled with a mixture of remorse and affection. In that moment, you saw not just your older brother but a man who had carried his own burdens and regrets, a man who had always tried to protect you, even from the demons of the past.

Toji, once again a star witness to yet another spectacle he's probably not allowed to see, continued to observe from a respectful distance. His expression was a mix of concern and understanding. He watched as Nanami cradled you in his arms, offering the comfort that only a brother's embrace could provide.

As your tears gradually subsided and your breathing began to steady, you were too tired and drained to speak. Nanami's grip remained firm, an unspoken promise that he would stand by your side through it all. In the midst of the lingering pain and vulnerability, you finally found peace in the presence of those who cared for you—a reminder that you were not defined by the scars of your past.

However, your eyes still looked distant, a complete contrast to the ones that Toji was used to. When you turned to him, your eyes somehow regained their clarity, and the sight sent shivers down his spine. The scene felt hauntingly familiar to him, a poignant reflection of the depths he had once sunk into during his grieving days after the loss of his wife. It was as though he could see the shadows of his own past in the turmoil you were experiencing. He had been lost in a similar type of pain and despair until Megumi and Tsumiki helped him stand up again and start anew.

You mumbled something under your breath; it sounded so faint, but both of them heard you loud and clear.

"I'm sorry."

The weight of those words hung in the air, carrying layers of meaning that resonated with the shared experiences of pain and redemption. Toji's gaze held a mixture of empathy and recognition, silently acknowledging the complexities of healing and the journey toward self-forgiveness.

-

The day slipped by effortlessly, and before anyone realized it, the clock had already struck five, signaling the end of the workday. Toji was in the midst of organizing his belongings when he noticed you still engrossed in your laptop, your fingers dancing across the keyboard.

"You're not heading home yet?" His question held a hint of concern as he slung his backpack over his shoulder, his gaze lingering on you, absorbed in your work.

"Hm, not just yet. I need to wrap this up in time for our meeting with Satoru next week."

After gathering his belongings, Toji walked over to your desk and peeked at what you were working on—the proposal for the partnership. "If you want, I can work on that at home. Just email me the key points, and I'll have it ready by Friday."

You met Toji's gaze with a mixture of reluctance and relief in your eyes. Despite wanting to refuse his offer, your gratitude betrayed you, causing a chuckle to escape Toji's lips. He affectionately ruffled your hair with one hand and suggested, "Leave it to me, Y/N. Head home and get some rest."

A grateful smile formed on your lips, and in an uncharacteristic move, you leaned gently into the warmth of his hand, now cozily resting on your shoulder. Such familiarity between a supervisor and her subordinate might raise eyebrows, but the fatigue coursing through you outweighed any adherence to protocol. And in all honesty, it had been so long since you'd experienced any semblance of softness and warmth that your hormones were acting up. You couldn't help but feel slightly self-conscious as it physically manifested through the apples of your cheeks.

Besides, ever since that pivotal day, the seed of a harmless crush had deepened its roots, evolving into something more profound. While you hesitated to label it love, you were certain you were hurtling in that direction at the speed of light.

However, your musings on Toji's feelings for you were less certain. Was he merely being a steadfast friend, or was he forging a deeper connection? Or did your own self-doubt misconstrue his intentions as pity, stemming from witnessing your vulnerability?

"I'll leave it to you then, Toji. Thank you," you replied to him, to which he responded with a gentleman-like nod. You smiled at the gesture before standing up to stretch your very tired limbs. You were practically glued to your seat, so sore all over your body that a tiny whimper escaped your lips.

"Just doing my job," Toji said, his voice laced with mirth.

"Make sure to plot in your timesheet that you allotted overtime hours, so it gets measured by the payroll team," you reminded him as you gathered your own belongings. Toji chuckled at this and nodded again as a response, but it was soon followed by a cheeky reply, "Thanks, boss."

You snorted at his remark and playfully smacked him on the chest. A shared laugh filled the room, and your eyes briefly met before you pulled away to finish tidying up, preparing to head home and rest. The journey to the elevator was enveloped in a comfortable silence, punctuated by the occasional brush of your hands. Each accidental collision sparked a wave of warmth in your chest, and Toji's ears showed a hint of crimson. He contemplated whether to pull his hand away or yield to the desire to grab yours and hold it tight. Ever since that day, something stronger and more compelling had stirred within Toji.

What he had been denying to himself since your paths crossed was becoming clearer. It wasn't just gratitude; it was a genuine attraction that burned and ate away at him the more time he spent with you.

As you waited for the elevator, Toji broke the silence by asking, "Are you free this weekend?"

"Hm? Yes, why?" Your voice betrayed a subtle excitement, and your heart raced. Is this what you think it is?

"Well, I was kind of thinking of inviting you to come along with me and the kids to an animal shelter we visit monthly," Toji started. He cleared his throat and scratched a spot on his nape, a nervous habit. "Tsumiki, my daughter, and well… Megumi too, they love animals, and so we have this tradition of volunteering at the shelter near our neighborhood. If you want, you can tag along and, you know, relax. Not that working at an animal shelter would help you relax, but at least, it would keep your mind preoccupied." He chuckled sheepishly.

A genuine smile dawned on your face. You couldn't help but appreciate that he wasn't outright addressing what happened a couple of days ago, as you weren't quite ready to have that conversation. You looked at him, and this time, you were rather bold with your actions as you subtly batted your eyelashes at your executive assistant, saying, "I'd love to." The air seemed to crackle with unspoken emotions, and Toji's gaze held a mixture of relief and anticipation, a silent acknowledgment of the uncharted territory your relationship was treading.

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will try to update this on the weekends. work has been quite busy so sorry for the delay ;-;

A Glimpse Beyond Grief: Chapter 1

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x Reader | Office AU | Both characters are in their early 30s | toji is good daddy in this uwu

Synopsis: galactically intertwined journey of two souls: one navigating the depths of loss, the other offering a beacon of healing. through witty banter and unspoken connections, they find solace in unexpected places, uncovering the resilience of the human spirit and the power of love to mend even the most shattered hearts.

Content warning: profanity, (eventual) smut, highkey adult themed, can be psychologically and emotionally triggering for some so read with caution.

A/N: there might be a few typos. will fix them once i get home later :D

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It has been a few weeks since Toji started working at JJK Holdings, and so far, he’s been having a rather pleasant time. With his previous work experience and a range of handy skills in his arsenal, he’s excelling tremendously well in his job. During his first week, he dedicated his time to getting accustomed to the company culture and building relationships with his co-workers.

As outlined in his job contract, Toji is positioned under your supervision, which means his office is located right beside yours. His desk is placed on the right side of your spacious office. Typically, executive assistants are stationed just outside their immediate supervisors' offices. However, you mentioned that it’s best for the two of you to be within earshot. This arrangement ensures smooth communication and quick access to each other.

In terms of your working dynamic, you and Toji have been getting along exceptionally well. Just as you did during his final interview, initiating and maintaining conversations comes naturally to both of you. Toji was pleasantly surprised to discover that his new boss knows how to have fun. He also appreciated the gesture when you bought him lunch on his first day, considering it a memorable moment. It was your way of welcoming him to the team, a gesture he wholeheartedly embraced.

Having someone like Toji in the company and on your team feels like winning the lottery. Even though it's only been a few weeks, he has quickly become a significant asset to the organization. His impressive outputs aside, his insights and input on major business matters have proven to be invaluable. During the most recent town hall meeting, your Chief Human Resources Officers shared some fantastic news—last month's overall revenue doubled.

Shortly after Toji started at JJK Holdings, the company held its very first face-to-face event since the pandemic started. Toji suggested a lot of great inputs during the planning of the event, and so that amplified the success rate of the event; moreover, during the event itself, a couple of your distinguished guests recognized Toji, so they were all thrilled to network and connect with the former business tycoon. Three guests were even enticed to form strategic partnerships with JJK Holdings just for the sole reason that Toji was there. Just a week ago, you signed two partnership contracts. One is from Gojo Enterprise, arguably the biggest player in the property and real estate development sector, which is currently owned and run by Gojo Satoru, who, by the way, was last year’s most influential business tycoon in Asia.

Apparently, Toji and Satoru have a pretty long and eventful history together. Toji was Satoru’s senior in college, and the two have been neck and neck in regards to being their alma mater’s most outstanding pupil. You got the most nerve-wracking jump scare of your life during the event because of those two, though. You were with your Associate Director from your learning and development department, Nanami Kento, when you heard Satoru’s voice holler your executive assistant’s name. You legitimately thought he was picking up a fight with Toji, but fortunately, that was just their way of interacting with each other.

You should’ve known better, though, as you are well aware of Gojo Satoru’s personality as the both of you attended the same school when you were pursuing your master’s degree. Apparently, Satoru loves to bicker with your executive assistant, much to Toji’s displeasure. But of course, the brute himself didn’t back down and pulled Satoru into a headlock. The people around them let out horrified gasps at the sight, followed by a confused expression due to the fact that Satoru was smiling like a madman while practically being manhandled by a very visibly muscular man.

The second company that approached you was none other than Ms. Ieri Shoko, the Founder and CEO of CureWave Pharmaceuticals. However, instead of seeking a partnership, they expressed interest in utilizing your organization's services, particularly your talent acquisition expertise. They have plans to expand their business across various regions in Japan and soon in other parts of Asia. Interestingly, Shoko happens to be your childhood friend. In your early years, you contemplated a career in the healthcare sector, only to realize that it wasn't your true calling. Not that overseeing a human capital solutions company is your ultimate vocation, but for now, you remain uncertain about your life's path. JJK Holdings was established by your grandparents, and upon your grandfather's passing, he entrusted you with his legacy through his will. He placed his faith in your skills and capabilities. Being his favorite grandchild was the proverbial cherry on top.

In just your third year as the Executive Director, the organization has already scaled new heights under your leadership. With Toji now by your side, the potential for further growth seems boundless.

"Hey, Toji, mind if I ask you something?" you called out to him from your desk, amidst the task of arranging a meeting with your group heads.

"You're already asking a question," Toji retorted with a hint of playfulness. Even without glancing at him, you knew he wore a smug smirk, causing you to playfully roll your eyes.

He had been busy crafting an email blast dedicated to the event's attendees when your voice broke his concentration. The email aimed to express gratitude to those who had taken part in the event. Promptly reaching out to your leads was crucial for nurturing potential collaborations. You had instructed Toji to compose the email, and once it was approved, he would schedule it for the most opportune time.

"So, what's on your mind?" Toji inquired, stretching from his desk. He had already finished drafting the emails.

"Before joining us, you applied to other companies, right?" you queried.

"Yeah, I did. Why?" Toji replied.

You tilted your head slightly, your lips forming a pout of mild confusion. "Well, you mentioned that it took you five months to secure a job here. It's a bit puzzling considering your impressive credentials and the fact that esteemed business leaders know you and hold you in high regard."

Toji chuckled. "Well, the companies I applied to couldn't meet my salary expectations, or a handful of them thought I was overqualified for the position I was applying for. They appreciated my qualifications, but when it came to negotiating compensation, they hesitated to match my preferred amount. Truth be told, I actually undersold myself when applying here, just so I could finally land a job."

"Wait, really?" Your voice carried a note of astonishment as you processed his revelation.

Toji leaned back in his chair, a sheepish grin crossing his face as he shrugged. "Yeah, really. I guess I was just tired of the constant rejections and decided to take a chance here."

You shook your head with a mixture of disbelief and amusement on your face. "So, you basically tricked us into hiring you for a bargain?"

His laughter filled the air, a warm and genuine sound that lightened the atmosphere. "Well, 'tricked' might be a strong word. Let's just say I saw an opportunity and seized it. And I've got no regrets."

"Unbelievable," you chuckled, shaking your head once more. "I can't decide if you're audacious or clever."

"To be fair, it worked out well for both parties," Toji remarked, his tone still lighthearted. "I landed a job, and you got yourself a skilled team member."

You leaned back in your chair with a thoughtful expression on your face. "True. But just remember, Toji, next time we negotiate your salary, I won't let you get away so easily."

Toji raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, really? And here I was hoping for a lifetime of discounted employment."

You both shared a laugh, the camaraderie between you growing stronger with every shared moment. As the laughter subsided, Toji's expression turned slightly serious. "On a serious note, though, I'm grateful for the chance you gave me. You saved my ass."

You tilted your head and flashed him a mischievous grin. "Well, let's just say your 'discounted employment' came with a hidden clause: endless gratitude and occasional coffee runs for the boss."

Toji's eyes widened, feigning shock. "I knew there had to be a catch! But I suppose a few cups of coffee are a small price to pay for salvation."

You both shared a good laugh again and once it subsided, you stood up from your chair to stretch your tired limbs. "Speaking of coffee, it’s already midday, want to grab a cup with me?" you said to him as you approached his desk. 

"Sure. Was just about to go out and buy some for me once I’m done with the draft." Toji responded, his eyes concentrated on his monitor. You stood beside him, your arm draped over his office chair and then your eyes fell on the email drafts he was working on and then a smile danced on your face once again. His eloquence really is one of his strongest assets. 

"Hey, big guy, you've got a typo right here," you noted, pointing out the small, harmless mistake.

"Woops. Please don’t deduct that from my paycheck. I’ll do better next time, boss." Toji joked as he fixed the typo, which earned him a smack on his shoulders from you then your melodic laugh enveloped the ever-serene office. 

You playfully swatted his shoulder as he corrected the typo. The light smack was followed by your melodious laughter, filling the usually serene office with warmth. "Oh, you can be sure I'll be calling in that favor at the most unexpected moment."

Toji chuckled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I'll be ready and waiting, boss."

With a final shared grin, you both made your way towards the office exit. The break room was just a short stroll away, and the promise of a steaming cup of coffee beckoned. The two of you chatted casually as you walked, the conversation flowing easily from work-related matters to lighter topics, creating a sense of camaraderie that extended beyond the professional sphere.

Upon reaching the break room, you each prepared your preferred brew, the aroma filling the air as you leaned against the counter. Toji took a sip from his cup, his features relaxing with evident satisfaction.

"Ah, this is the real fuel that keeps me going," he quipped, nodding towards his cup.

You raised yours in a toast-like gesture. "To caffeine, the unsung hero of productivity."

With a comical clink of your cups, you shared another round of laughter, your cheery aura radiating even amidst the gloomy weather outside. As you savored your coffee, you found solace in these moments of respite amidst the demands of the workday.

"I hope the rain stops soon. It’s been raining since when? Last week?" you remarked, gazing out at the raindrops creating a soothing pitter-patter against the giant window. Toji responded with a thoughtful hum.

"Yeah, I'm hoping for that too. Traveling becomes quite a hassle when it's raining. The traffic becomes unbearable, and there are times when I get home way too late because of it," Toji said, a hint of discomfort on his face.

Curious about his family life, you inquired, "When you have to work on-site, who takes care of your kids?"

"My in-laws. They live nearby, so when I have to be here, they help me out with the kids."

You nodded in understanding, your mind seemingly drifting elsewhere. "It's nice to know that you maintain a close relationship with your in-laws, and they reciprocate," you mused.

"I owe them a lot. They took great care of Megumi and Tsumiki while I was still grieving over my wife," Toji shared, taking another sip of his coffee.

A warm smile adorned your face as you asked, "You have two daughters?"

Toji chuckled and shook his head. "No, I have a daughter and a son. I named him 'Megumi' to signify his role as a blessing in our lives. It might sound sentimental, but during my wife's pregnancy with him, there were more challenges compared to when she was expecting our daughter. The doctor mentioned a high risk for both him and my wife. He was also born prematurely and had to spend some time in the NICU after his birth."

As Toji continued to open up about his personal life, his gaze grew distant, as if he were reliving various memories, both joyful and painful. His narrative held a certain enchantment for you for some reason, and you found yourself captivated by his storytelling. You were like a moth dancing way too close to the lamp, and in this scenario, Toji was the lamp.

The more you tried to suppress the fluttering butterflies, ceaselessly dancing, the stronger your heart's rhythm would echo, amplifying the budding emotions welling up inside you as you gazed at your right-hand man. You couldn’t really blame yourself because, first and foremost, the guy is attractive as hell. His face, his hair, and, oh god, his physique. You had to stop yourself from staring at him during his final interview. And his voice? Fuck. You don’t mean to ogle at somebody else’s husband, but hot damn. 

Meanwhile, a whirlwind of emotions swirled within Toji, including longing, shame, sadness, hope, and confusion. His wife remained a sensitive subject, yet he found himself mentioning her so freely to you. It was only the second time her name had come up in your conversations, yet there was an emerging sense of comfort in sharing his feelings with you.

Actually, Toji dedicated a significant amount of time to deciphering the emotions that had been welling up within him. The conclusion he reached was that what he currently feels towards you is akin to the "suspension bridge effect." Amidst grappling with his depression, grief, and the constant stream of rejections during his job search, you emerged as his unexpected savior. You became the catalyst that enabled him to rise from his slump and journey from point A to point B. Not that he was financially destitute during his unemployment period—quite the contrary. However, successive setbacks left him grappling with a sense of inadequacy.

In essence, you helped him put his life back in motion.

However, even after reaching this verdict, he couldn't ignore the undeniable truth that a connection exists between the two of you. Toji is convinced that you've sensed it as well. Yet, like him, you too are navigating the journey of coming to terms with your own emotions. For all he knows, you too must have your own personal circumstances. But when the day comes where the two of you will finally confront each other and your budding feelings, Toji is more than willing to explore that with you.

"How old is Megumi now?" you inquired curiously. Toji responded with a gentle, paternal smile: "He's turning eight in three months."

"Really? Can I..." Your voice trailed off, gradually growing softer. Toji noticed the change and turned his gaze toward you, silently encouraging you to continue. Meeting his eyes, you found the strength to speak once more: "Can I give him a birthday gift?"

"Absolutely, you're more than welcome to," Toji chuckled, placing his empty cup aside.

You smiled and said, "Please tell me what he likes, so I can get the right gift for him."

"Try books. He loves to read." Toji said, and then shortly after, a laugh slipped through his lips as he thought of something about his son, "From the amount of content he’s consumed through reading, he’s becoming a smartass by the day, though it’s also safe to say he got that part of his personality from me."

"Oh, I wouldn’t be surprised," you teased, which earned you a cheeky squeeze on your sides. 

If it weren’t for your lightning reflexes, you would have coffee spilled all over you. "Hey! Watch it!" You said to him, but your tone and delivery sounded anything but annoyed. 

If anything, the gesture made your heart jump. In just a short period of time, the two of you became so close that you're comfortable poking each other and addressing one another without any honorifics. It's as if the line between superior and subordinate has vanished. It's not that you're uptight about superiority, but rather that your relationship has evolved beyond traditional hierarchies.

After the event, something clicked, and you realized that the cute little crush you've been nursing for Toji had finally taken hold. Much to your dismay (or not.) His demeanor that day completely enchanted you, and it's fair to say he effortlessly charmed his way into your heart without even trying.

The question now is: will you act on these feelings and pursue him?

The honest answer is that you're not quite sure, at least not yet. It's evident that he's still holding onto the memories of his wife, and you want to be respectful of that. At this point, you believe it's best to just let things unfold naturally and see where life leads the two of you.

"So, you're ready to go back?" Toji inquired, turning to you after he had washed his cup.

You nodded and rinsed yours as well, saying, "Yup, let's head back."

After a much-needed caffeine refill, the two of you returned to your office to resume your tasks. Your day continued with engrossing conversations about everything under the sun. Time flew by rapidly as you became absorbed in both work and dialogue. When you eventually checked your phone, it was already 5:00 p.m.

Toji stood up from his seat, stretching for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. "I hope the traffic isn't too bad," he commented, glancing out the window to check if the rain had stopped and thankfully finding that it had.

"Perhaps you should consider moving closer to the office," you suggested as you organized your belongings. "That way, you won't have to worry about heavy traffic or long travel times."

"I am actually considering that, but the kids are still in school," Toji replied, "so I might have to wait until the school year's over before we can move."

"I suppose moving abruptly would also stress them out."

"Yeah, that's another factor. Well, are you ready to go?" Toji asked, standing by the door while waiting for you to finish gathering your things.

"Yeah, let's—"

"Y/N."

A deep, commanding voice suddenly resonated within your once peaceful office. Upon hearing it, you stood frozen in place, your heart racing for all the wrong reasons, all of which didn't go unnoticed by your executive assistant, and so his eyes trailed to the man standing by your office door.

After a few seconds, you begrudgingly decided to acknowledge your visitor.

"Kenjaku."

[warabidakihime]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。MESSY — GETO SUGURU.

contents. gn! reader, minors do not interact, hand + blowjobs, suguru manspreading bc he’s a whore, reader is teasing (and suguru shuts it down LOL), cum swallowing, not proof read i am too lazy

when suguru sits like that—legs spread out and arm resting against the back of the couch, you wonder for a moment if something is wrong with you.

how does someone simply sitting get you this riled up?

suguru seems to know what he’s doing too, doesn’t even blink when you boldly drop to your knees between his legs, doesn’t even question it when your fingers hook under the waistband of his pants and boxers as you look up at him pleadingly.

he grins, spreads his legs impossibly wider, lifts his hips up a bit so you can tug his pants down his hips and pool at his ankles. he’s half hard already—what a jerk, you think. he knows what he’s doing, always does. always knows how to make you give him what he wants willingly, without him even asking. in fact, he’s so good at getting what he wants, he convinces you it’s what you want to.

and right now, you really fucking want to taste his cock.

“this is a nice surprise,” he hums, “not that i’m complaining.”

“yeah,” you snort, running your thumb along his slit and collecting that small bead of pre cum that leaks from the tip, “you’re very clearly not complaining.”

he doesn’t even attempt to look embarrassed—just flashes you that grin accompanied by that chuckle all while he keeps an arm slung over the back of the couch. he looks good. it’s aggravating. it’s rewarding. it’s magnetizing. it’s everything all at once.

and fuck—you really, really need his cock in your mouth.

“mm, feels good, baby,” he sighs lowly when your hand smears the sticky pre cum along his hardened length, stroking slowly as his head falls back.

it’s blissed out, the look on his face. you’re barely even doing anything, too. you think for a moment that suguru might just have wanted this for a while now, that he had you trekking into the lion’s den without even so much as a plan.

all he had to do was sit, spread his legs a little, and exist as he is. the rest handles itself.

you decide in a moment that for once, suguru will have to ask—will have to tell you what he wants. you’ll make him, if you have to.

“yeah?” you whisper, leaning in and kissing his tip softly.

he twitches at that, in his cock and in his thigh and even in his upper body. it’s like the tingle that press of your lips leaves shoots up his spine into every never of his body. his breath hitches as he nods, closing his eyes and groaning when your tongue traces along the underside of his cock, right along that thick vein.

“yeah,” he breathes, the rise and fall of his chest a little more erratic now, “yeah that’s good. need more, though.”

“but suguru,” you hum, kissing his inner thigh. he bites back a whine when you leave his throbbing hard-on unattended, choosing to suck along the sensitive skin along his thighs instead. “see, you didn’t ask me to do this did you?” you blink up at him sweetly, watching as he gulps.

“no,” he grunts, clenching his jaw when your fingers traces his heavy balls, circling around them before cupping them softly. he moans as soon as you apply the slightest bit of pressure.

“exactly,” you say, “so that means i’m offering. you’re supposed to take what i give and be grateful.”

he doesn’t like that—the twitch of his eyebrows tells you that much. he looks down at you with a frown and his mouth opens to protest—but you have his dick in your reach, so he doesn’t get very far before you squeeze around the thick girth and make his head fall back down with a groan.

“f-fuck,” he gasps, thighs twitching as you toy with the tip, wrapping your fist around it as you squeeze. “f-fuck, need more, baby. c’mon,” he pleads.

“say please, sugu,” you bat your lashes. he raises his head and looks at you incredulously—you squeeze tighter around his tip, almost until it’s painful before he whimpers softly.

“fuck—kay, fine,” he grits, “please, baby?”

“please what?”

“are you seriously asking me what—ngh, sh-shit,” he rasps, cutting himself off as he bites his lip when you sink your teeth into his flesh again, marking that beautiful, flawless skin along his inner thighs with proof that he’s yours.

“tell me what you want, suguru,” you hum, rubbing his tense thigh soothingly, “humor me.”

“alright then,” he says lowly—the room is hot, the beads of sweat in his eyebrows gives it away. he takes his shirt off, pulling it over his head and tossing it somewhere before he’s laying his head back against the couch. “i want you to fuck me with your pretty little mouth, and i want you to make me cum. think you can do that, or am i gonna have to use that mouth myself?”

it’s like a challenge, the way he asks you. he’s not the slightest bit ashamed of his request, but you can feel heat rushing to your cheeks.

you should’ve known by now—what suguru wants, he always gets. whether he asks or not is entirely up to him. he decides to indulge you this time, it seems.

but next time, he might not be so generous.

“i always make you cum,” you huff. he chuckles— it’s that low, baritone ring that you love so much, sending a dull ache between your own legs.

“that’s true,” he agrees, setting a hand on your head. “you do always make me cum. what a sweet thing,” he hums, “why don’t you do it one more time?”

so you do. you wrap your lips around his flushed tip, swirling your tongue and gliding through his slit before taking him in your mouth until the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. he moans, hand on your head pushing you down just a slight bit more.

you can take more—you always take more.

you bob your head, letting your tongue press over that vein again as you fuck him with your mouth. it’s warm, it’s wet, it’s perfect and it’s all you—only you can ever make him feel this good.

he’s panting now, strings of broken curses and soft sighs of your name leaving his lips like they’ve been waiting for the chance to come out. his forehead is glistening with sweat, the messy clump of bangs sticking to his skin as he scrunches up his eyes and lets his mouth part for a low, drawn out groan.

“th-that’s it, baby,” he says through sharp gasps, “like that. feels so good when you do that.”

your hand wraps around the base of his cock, pumping what you can’t fit in your mouth, moving to his balls every now and then to fondle them as he snaps his hips up and ruts into your mouth. your lips glisten with a mix of his pre cum and your spit, and suguru thinks for a moment, in that split second that he opens his eyes and looks at you, that he’d give anything to kiss that messy little mouth of yours as you take him so well.

“should see yourself,” he mutters, “lookin’ so perfect for me. so messy.”

his knuckles are white, gripping the cushion of the couch tightly as he feels himself near closer and closer to falling off the edge, closer and closer to cumming right down your throat where he belongs.

“can’t even sit in peace,” he chuckles through breathy pants, “you’re jumping me every chance you get.”

you glare up at him, cupping his balls and squeezing tightly in response and making him gasp as his hips buck upwards, a low moan falling from that talkative mouth of his before you feel his cock twitch.

he’s close—as you bob your head over his length faster, humming around him to let the low vibrations push him over the edge. and it does—suguru cums with a choked ‘m cumming, baby before he gifts you with those breathy gasps you love so much, music to your ears as he fills your mouth and paints it white with thick, hot ropes of his release.

he fucks up into your mouth, riding out every wave of pleasure as drops of cum dribble from the sides of your lips, his mouth parted wide and his eyes shut tightly as his orgasm crashes over his body in tidal waves.

“baby,” he gasps, “fuck—‘s good. feels good,” you can hear him repeat the words faintly, focusing on swallowing every drop he spills onto your tongue.

and then he slumps, chest heaving in harsh breaths as you pop off of him, swallowing what’s left and staring up at him with wet lashes and glossy lips.

“you’re a mess too,” you giggle, eyeing his sweaty skin and messy bun and hazy eyes.

he cups your cheek, collects the trail of cum on the side of your mouth and pushes is back onto your tongue before leaning down and kissing you deeply, groaning lowly against your lips as he tastes himself.

“i think we can make a bigger mess,” he grins against your mouth, pulling you up gently to climb over and straddle his hips.

i started this at 4 am very horny for him. but then i got tired and i passed out and now it’s 3 pm and still i’m just as horny for him. being in love with geto suguru feels like being a teenage dude who’s chronically got a raging boner 24/7

also this is inspired by this:

look at my whore guys. my little mass murderer by day and slut in the sheets by night

[warabidakihime]

im still so genuinely surprised that this did very well. i mean, afaik the knb fandom has been dormant since the series ended. nice to know yall are still alive 😭

Between Buzzer Beaters and Love Letters

Characters: Akashi Seijuro x Reader Synopsis: Love is like a perfectly executed buzzer beater, defying the odds and capturing hearts in the most unexpected moments. It's a love letter penned with the ink of the soul, expressing emotions that words alone can't convey. Between buzzer beaters and love letters, our hearts dance to the rhythm of affection, reminding us that love is a game worth playing and a story worth writing.

A/N: believe me when i say that i daydream about this back in college lol so many reactors on youtube are watching knb, so my sparks for the show returned at full power. enjoy!

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In the aftermath of Seirin's victory at the Winter Cup finals, the basketball court buzzed with electric energy. The crowd erupted into cheers, players embraced in jubilation, and the air was thick with the sweet scent of success. Amidst the celebration, you, the team manager, found yourself caught up in the euphoria, standing at the center of it all.

Kuroko and Kagami, the dynamic duo who had spearheaded Seirin's triumph, were beaming with pride and exhilaration. Their radiant smiles mirrored the joyous atmosphere, infectious and impossible to resist. You couldn't help but join in, a surge of elation filling your heart as you hugged them tightly.

"We did it! We actually did it!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your excitement. "All our hard work paid off!"

Kuroko, ever composed, nodded with a small smile. "Yes, we gave it our all, and it paid off in the end."

Kagami, his adrenaline still coursing through his veins, laughed boisterously. "Hell yeah! We're the champions!"

Amidst the cheers and laughter, the bond between the three of you grew stronger. As the victory sank in, you realized just how much this team meant to you. They were more than just teammates; they were your friends and family. Together, you had overcome countless challenges and now stood at the pinnacle of high school basketball.

The court became a stage for shared stories, memories, and dreams. The euphoria of the moment seeped into every word, every smile, and every embrace. This was a time to savor the taste of victory and to revel in the camaraderie that had brought you all together.

Little did you know, this was only the beginning of a new chapter. The Winter Cup victory had opened doors to new challenges, new adventures, and perhaps even unexpected feelings.

As the celebration roared on, your eyes were drawn to Akashi Seijuro, standing alone in the midst of the jubilant chaos. His usually confident demeanor was replaced with an unfamiliar expression of shock and disbelief. It was evident that losing was a foreign concept to him, and the weight of defeat hung heavily on his shoulders.

Excusing yourself from the group, you made your way towards Akashi, curiosity burning in your chest. Kagami and Kuroko exchanged puzzled glances, unable to comprehend your sudden interest in someone you had previously shown distaste for. Kuroko, however, sensing the hidden emotions within you, offered a nod of encouragement, silently conveying his support.

Approaching Akashi, you could see the surprise flicker in his eyes as he noticed your presence. He seemed taken aback by your approach, not expecting anyone to reach out to him in this vulnerable moment.

"Congratulations on a well-fought match, Akashi," you said, offering a gentle smile.

Akashi's eyes met yours, searching for any hint of mockery or ill intent. Instead, he found sincerity and understanding, something he didn't anticipate. "Thank you," he replied, his voice carrying a mix of disbelief and resignation.

"I know this might be hard for you," you continued, your voice filled with empathy. "You've always been accustomed to winning. But it's in these moments of defeat that we grow the most."

Akashi's guard slowly lowered, realizing that you were not there to belittle him but rather to offer solace. "It's a bitter pill to swallow," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

You nodded in understanding. "Sometimes, the greatest lessons come from our losses. It's an opportunity to reflect, to reassess our strengths and weaknesses, and to come back even stronger."

A moment of silence enveloped the two of you as the weight of the conversation sank in. It was a rare connection, borne out of unexpected circumstances, where walls were momentarily lowered, allowing for a genuine exchange.

Akashi's voice broke the silence. "You're right. This loss... it will serve as a reminder to keep pushing forward and to strive for greatness."

A soft smile played on your lips as you gazed at him. "After watching you play today and even during this whole tournament, I have no doubt you can bounce back."

Akashi's eyes met yours, a glimmer of gratitude shining through. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

As your conversation neared its end, you couldn't help but notice Akashi's captivating presence. The way his eyes held a depth that drew you in and the subtle curve of his lips that seemed to carry untold stories. In that moment, a realization washed over you, causing a soft blush to creep onto your cheeks.

The conversation concluded with an awkward silence settling between you. On the sidelines, Kagami and Kuroko discreetly observed, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected interaction. They exchanged glances, silently speculating on the nature of your conversation with Akashi.

The rest of the Seirin basketball team watched in awe; a mixture of surprise and curiosity danced in their eyes. They had witnessed the birth of an unlikely bond between their team manager and the enigmatic captain of the Generation of Miracles, unaware of the journey that awaited them both.

As the awkward silence lingered, you mustered up the courage to look at Akashi, your heart pounding in your chest. Biting your lip nervously, you felt a mix of nervousness and eagerness. Just as Akashi was about to excuse himself, you couldn't resist but call out to him again, your voice laced with a coy and flirty tone.

"Hey, Akashi," you said, your eyes locked with his. "I don't know when you're going to visit Tokyo again, but if you happen to drop by, maybe you should let me know. We could hang out or something. If you're free, of course."

Akashi's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by your boldness. However, his shock gradually dissipated, and a charming aura replaced his initial bashfulness. A dashing smile adorned his face as he gladly accepted your offer.

"I would be delighted," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Perhaps you could share your number, and we can make the necessary arrangements."

Your heart skipped a beat as Akashi asked for your number. With a shy smile, you exchanged contact information, the anticipation growing between you.

"I must admit," Akashi began, a playful glint in his eyes, "losing the game was a disappointment. However, stumbling upon someone as captivating as you, y/n, can certainly be counted as a delightful victory in its own right."

His words were laced with a charming jest, acknowledging the irony of the situation. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a subtle invitation to partake in the playful banter.

The comment caught you off guard, and a hint of blush painted your cheeks. His flirtatious demeanor was as unexpected as it was enchanting. Unable to resist the opportunity for a quick retort, you playfully responded, "Remember to thank your gods then."

With a gentle smile, Akashi's gaze met yours, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. The unspoken understanding between you deepened, as if hinting at a future where the boundaries of competition and camaraderie blurred. The unexpected turn of events had created a unique connection, and the prospect of getting to know Akashi on a deeper level thrilled you.

After a few more exchanges of words, the conversation began to naturally wind down. Akashi excused himself, his attention being required by his coach. With a polite smile, he bids you farewell, leaving you momentarily stunned by the encounter.

As he walked away, his back straight and confident, you couldn't help but watch him with a mix of fascination and curiosity. The brief exchange had left an indelible mark, and you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for the two of you.

With a lingering smile on your face, you rejoined your friends, who were eagerly awaiting your return. Their eyes were wide with surprise, and their expressions were a mixture of shock, amusement, and curiosity. The moment they had witnessed between you and Akashi Seijuro had left quite an impression.

Kuroko, ever the calm and observant one, simply offered a small smile, his eyes twinkling with silent approval. "I didn't expect that, but it seems like you two had an interesting conversation," he commented softly.

Kagami, on the other hand, couldn't hide his astonishment. His jaw dropped, and he stared at you with a mix of disbelief and a touch of jealousy. "What the... Really, y/n? Akashi? When did this happen?" he blurted out, unable to contain his reaction.

Hyuga, the captain of the team, chuckled heartily, clapping you on the back. "Well, I'll be damned, y/n. I didn't know you had it in you to approach Akashi like that. I almost feel guilty for defeating your boyfriend."

Izuki, always one for wordplay, grinned mischievously. "Looks like you're taking 'shoot your shot' quite literally, y/n. I can't help but be impressed."

Kyoshi, the team's supportive and gentle player, chimed in with a warm smile. "That was brave of you, y/n."

As you were engrossed in the lively conversation with your teammates, you felt a gaze fixed on you. Instinctively, you turned your head, locking eyes with Akashi. His intense gaze met yours, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, the Seirin team exploded in a chorus of exaggerated reactions. Some whistled playfully, while others nudged each other with raised eyebrows and knowing grins. Kagami, in particular, seemed ready to explode with a mix of disbelief and astonishment. You can even hear him mumble things like, "I didn't know you had a thing for psychopaths."

Riko finally chimed in amidst the commotion. "Alright, alright, settle down! Stop teasing y/n! We have to prepare for the award ceremony."

Amidst the playful banter and cheers from your teammates, you couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration. It was as if a new chapter had unfolded before your eyes, filled with possibilities and unspoken promises.

With a final glance back at your boisterous friends, you turned your attention fully to Akashi. And as you exchanged smiles, a mix of excitement and anticipation coursed through your veins.

The story between you and Akashi Seijuro was only just beginning, and with each passing moment, you were ready to discover what the future held.

#akashi seijuro x reader #akashi x reader #akashi seijuurou x reader #akashi seijuro #kuroko no basket #knb fanfic #the basketball which kuroko plays #wbdk rambles

[warabidakihime]

Beneath the Orange Sky

Characters: University Student! Gojo Satoru x Reader | Implied College AU | lowkey taylor swift coded

Synopsis: Beneath the orange sky, hand in hand, we find solace amidst life's chaos, a quiet moment that speaks of our unwavering love and the promise of a shared journey. Together, we are unstoppable, ready to face the world and create a story that defies the odds.

Content warning: mentions of toxic family members and profanities.

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"Fucking hate that bitch with all my heart." 

Satoru whipped his head in your direction at the speed light, and for a split second he suffered from a minor whiplash. His voice was a pitch higher than usual when he spoke, "I beg your pardon. Who’s got you all riled up, sweetheart?"

You looked at him, your eyes a mixture of indifference and conflict. You huffed as you continued to look at the horizon with a million things racing through your mind. "My mother."

"What did she do this time?" He groaned as the image of the bane of your existence appeared in his mind. He, too, despises that woman with all his heart and soul.

"Nothing new; I just finally came to the realization that I really hate her with a passion." You said with a humorless chuckle.

"And what triggered that train of thought? Care to share?" Satoru said as his arm found its way around your waist and pulled you close to him. He then places a sweet kiss on top of your head, his lips lingering a second later as he shamelessly inhales your intoxicating scent.

You instinctively leaned your head on his arm, seeking comfort from your golden retriever of a boyfriend. "The other night, she welcomed herself in my room. She said she wanted to fold the laundry in my room since I have the AC on and it’s blistering hot outside. At first I was like, ‘whatever’ and just minded my own business, but as she stayed longer in my room, with her phone blasting in full volume, her making herself comfortable on my bed as if she hadn’t scarred her daughter mentally and emotionally, her audacious aura and obscenely entitled ass, all of it were hanging in the room, I found myself suffocating."

As you told your tale, Satoru’s grip on you tightened, and from time to time you’d feel his hand gliding up and down your sides as if it were his way of consoling you while you opened up to him. And so you continued, "I was watching something on YouTube, and for the most part, I was invested in what I was watching, but even with both of my earphones properly placed in my ears, I can still hear her damn phone, and for some reason, moments later, I started to hear her own breathing too. It infuriated me, and it took everything in me not to snap. I hate her. I fucking hate her so much."

So much venom was slipping through your lips, but as sad and cruel as your tale was, your eyes were devoid of any emotions. At this point, you are way past weeping about the spilled milk that is your mother and your relationship with her. Gone were the days when you would beg on your knees for any semblance of decency from her.

So why are you still living with her? Well, as much as you wanted to bolt out the door, you simply couldn't, as your current savings can only last for so long. Of course, Satoru more than willingly offered help, but because of your sick pride, you kindly declined his offer. You wanted to prove to your mother and pretty much all your toxic family that you can and will rise from the ashes using only your resources. They’ve downplayed your capabilities so much that you made it your life’s mission to fucking show them that you will someday succeed, and all of them won’t be able to say anything but the same old, bitter things.

Fortunately, graduation is just around the corner, and you can finally set your plans in motion. You were absorbed by the company you interned for, and you will start shortly after graduating. The salary and other benefits they offered you were promising, so saving up won’t be a struggle for you anymore. You and Satoru actually agreed to live together after graduation, and you’re in the process of looking for an apartment as we speak. Meanwhile, Satoru will work for a different company, but like yours, his is also highly promising, so the future ought to be very bright for the two of you.

All you have to do now is hold your breath and be patient. Just a couple more strides, and you’re finally on your own. The impending changes that will occur in your life terrify you, but in order to welcome more good things into your life, you need to take the first step, no matter how hard it is, and besides, you have Satoru by your side.

Satoru’s voice woke you up from your stupor, "Why don’t you stay over at my place tonight?"

You looked at him again and smiled appreciatively. You stood on your tippy toes and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, which he gladly reciprocated. "I would love to." you replied in between kisses.

Now, both of his arms are encircled around your tiny frame, and he has engulfed you in a bone-crushing hug. "Don’t bother going home to get some change of clothes; you already have plenty in my closet."

You chuckled, "God, I love you. You're a godsend, Satoru."

Your beanstalk of a lover shrugged his shoulders shortly after he momentarily pulled away from the embrace, and when you looked at him, he was already wearing his smug smile. "Tell me something I don’t know, sweetheart."

As you embraced the comforting presence of Satoru, a breeze gently rustled through the rooftop, carrying a hint of anticipation for the future. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the cityscape. With his arms around you, you felt a sense of security—a feeling you hadn't known for a long time.

You looked up at Satoru, your gaze meeting his intense yet playful eyes. "You know," you began, "even with all the chaos in my life, I can't help but feel hopeful."

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, really? And what's making you feel that way?"

You grinned, teasing him a bit. "Well, it might have something to do with the fact that you're not just my saving grace but also the one who makes my heart race."

Satoru chuckled, his signature confident smirk playing on his lips. "Well, it's not every day you get a real-life hero swooping in, is it?"

You lightly nudged him, savoring this playful moment. "Yeah, but you're more than that. You're my partner in crime, my confidant, and soon, my roommate."

"Ah, the adventure begins," he mused, rubbing his chin as if pondering the grandness of it all. "Living together, working together, and building a future together. I can't wait."

"Me neither," you admitted, nestling against him. "It's like stepping into a new chapter, and this time, I'm not alone. That's what gives me hope."

He tightened his embrace, his chest rumbling with a deep, comforting laugh. "You've got me, and I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. We'll face everything together, and if life throws any more challenges our way, we'll just handle them like the unstoppable team we are."

A quiet understanding passed between you—a shared acknowledgment of the hurdles that life had thrown your way but also the unwavering determination to rise above them all. The horizon before you held the promise of a brighter future, and as you stood there, feeling Satoru's strong presence by your side, you knew that together, you could handle anything.

With a final tender look, you took Satoru's hand, intertwining your fingers, and began to walk away from the rooftop. As you descended the stairs, you glanced back at the sunset-painted sky, a sense of peace settling over you. The challenges ahead might not be easy, but with your resilience, Satoru's unwavering support, and the love that bound you together, you were ready to face them head-on.

And so, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in shades of warmth, you walked hand in hand with the man who had become your anchor, your partner, and your hope for a brighter tomorrow.

Together, you were ready to embrace the future and whatever it might bring.

#warabidakhime #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk angst

[warabidakihime]

might release a oneshot later. it'll be for satoru because i've been meaning to write something lighthearted for him

#wbdk shares #gojo satoru #jjk

[warabidakihime]

bought and tried the rose sex toy and i ascended

those reviews weren't kidding akskksks

#i was in a daze for a solid minute trying to recollect myself #it was that intense #wbdk rambles

[warabidakihime]

A Glimpse Beyond Grief: Chapter 1

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x Reader | Office AU | Both characters are in their early 30s | toji is good daddy in this uwu

Synopsis: galactically intertwined journey of two souls: one navigating the depths of loss, the other offering a beacon of healing. through witty banter and unspoken connections, they find solace in unexpected places, uncovering the resilience of the human spirit and the power of love to mend even the most shattered hearts.

Content warning: profanity, (eventual) smut, highkey adult themed, can be psychologically and emotionally triggering for some so read with caution.

A/N: there might be a few typos. will fix them once i get home later :D

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Toji's integration into JJK Holdings marked the beginning of a positive turn for the company. His initial weeks on the job showcased not only his professional prowess but also his ability to seamlessly blend into the workplace culture. Armed with a wealth of experience and a versatile skill set, Toji quickly established himself as a valuable asset within the organization.

From the outset, Toji's work station was strategically placed right beside yours, a deviation from the conventional placement of executive assistants. This unique arrangement was a deliberate choice aimed at fostering efficient communication and easy accessibility. 

The camaraderie between you and Toji flourished effortlessly. The rapport that began during his final interview continued to evolve positively. Both of you displayed a natural inclination for engaging conversations, creating an atmosphere that transcended the typical professional hierarchy. Toji, in particular, appreciated the pleasant surprise of a welcoming lunch on his first day, a gesture that left a lasting impression.

In the short span of a few weeks, Toji's impact on the company became palpable. Beyond his exceptional work outputs, his insights into critical business matters proved invaluable. This was evident in the recent town hall meeting where the Chief Human Resources Officer shared the news of a doubling in overall revenue for the previous month.

The positive momentum extended to JJK Holdings' first face-to-face event since the onset of the pandemic. Toji's involvement in the event planning proved instrumental, contributing significantly to its success. His presence didn't go unnoticed, as distinguished guests recognized him, leading to fruitful networking opportunities. Three guests were so impressed that they decided to form strategic partnerships with JJK Holdings, culminating in the signing of two partnership contracts just a week ago. Notably, one of these contracts involved Gojo Enterprise, a major player in property and real estate development led by Gojo Satoru, last year's most influential business tycoon in Asia.

Toji and Satoru's history goes way back to their college days, where they both vied for the title of their alma mater's most outstanding pupil. The dynamic between the two was vividly on display at the recent event. Picture this: you're with Nanami Kento, your Associate Director from the learning and development department, when Satoru's voice echoes across the venue, calling out Toji's name. Cue the nerve-wracking jump scare. Initially, you thought a fight was brewing, only to discover that it was just their peculiar way of interacting – a mix of banter and wrestling, to be precise.

Knowing Satoru's penchant for bickering, you should have seen it coming. After all, you and Satoru share a history from your master's degree days at the same school. Toji, despite his displeasure, didn't back down. Instead, he pulled Satoru into a headlock, leaving onlookers both horrified and confused. Satoru, in his typical fashion, grinned like a madman while being manhandled by the visibly muscular Toji.

The second company to approach you wasn't after a partnership but sought to leverage your organization's services. Ms. Ieri Shoko, Founder, and CEO of CureWave Pharmaceuticals expressed interest in tapping into your talent acquisition expertise to aid in their expansion across Japan and other parts of Asia. Interestingly, Shoko is more than just a business contact; she's a childhood friend. In your earlier years, you contemplated a career in healthcare, a path Shoko embraced. However, your journey led you to oversee a human capital solutions company, a role uncertainly assumed, but one you inherited through your grandparents. JJK Holdings, established by them, became your responsibility upon your grandfather's passing. His trust in your skills, coupled with being his favorite grandchild, added a layer of significance to your role.

As the Executive Director in your third year, the organization has already soared under your leadership. With Toji now at your side, the potential for further growth feels limitless.

"Hey, Toji, mind if I ask you something?" you called out from your desk, amidst the task of arranging a meeting with your group heads.

"You're already asking a question," Toji retorted playfully. Without looking, you could almost picture the smug smirk he wore, prompting a playful eye roll from you.

Amidst crafting an email blast for event attendees, Toji's concentration broke with the sound of your voice. The email aimed to express gratitude and nurture potential collaborations by promptly reaching out to leads. You had instructed Toji to compose it, pending your approval for scheduling at the most opportune time.

"So, what's on your mind?" Toji inquired, stretching from his desk after finishing the emails.

"Before joining us, you applied to other companies, right?" you queried.

"Yeah, I did. Why?" Toji replied.

Tilting your head, your lips formed a pout of mild confusion. "Well, you mentioned that it took you five months to secure a job here. It's a bit puzzling considering your impressive credentials and the fact that esteemed business leaders know you and hold you in high regard."

Toji chuckled. "Well, the companies I applied to couldn't meet my salary expectations, or a handful of them thought I was overqualified. They appreciated my qualifications, but when it came to negotiating compensation, they hesitated to match my preferred amount. Truth be told, I actually undersold myself when applying here, just so I could finally land a job."

"Wait, really?" Your voice carried a note of astonishment as you processed his revelation.

Toji leaned back, a sheepish grin crossing his face as he shrugged. "Yeah, really. I guess I was just tired of the constant rejections and decided to take a chance here."

You shook your head with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. "So, you basically tricked us into hiring you for a bargain?"

His laughter filled the air, a warm and genuine sound that lightened the atmosphere. "Well, 'tricked' might be a strong word. Let's just say I saw an opportunity and seized it. And I've got no regrets."

"Unbelievable," you chuckled, shaking your head once more. "I can't decide if you're audacious or clever."

"To be fair, it worked out well for both parties," Toji remarked, his tone still lighthearted. "I landed a job, and you got yourself a skilled team member."

Leaning back in your chair, you wore a thoughtful expression. "True. But just remember, Toji, next time we negotiate your salary, I won't let you get away so easily."

Toji raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, really? And here I was hoping for a lifetime of discounted employment."

The air was light with laughter, the bond between you and Toji growing with every shared moment. As the laughter subsided, Toji's playful demeanor shifted, and his expression turned earnest. "I owe you, you know. You saved my ass."

You tilted your head, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. "Consider it part of the 'discounted employment' package: endless gratitude and the occasional coffee run for the boss."

Toji's eyes widened in feigned shock. "A catch! I knew it. But a few cups of coffee are a small price for salvation."

Another burst of laughter echoed in the room, creating a momentary bubble of warmth. When it settled, you rose from your chair, stretching fatigued limbs. "Speaking of coffee, it’s midday. Care to join me for a cup?" you proposed, approaching his desk.

"Sure. Just need to wrap up this draft," Toji replied, his focus on the monitor. You positioned yourself beside him, your arm casually draped over his office chair, and your gaze fell upon the email drafts. A smile danced on your lips. His eloquence shone brightly in his words.

"Hey, big guy, you've got a typo right here," you observed, pointing out the minor error.

"Woops. Don’t deduct that from my paycheck. I’ll do better next time, boss." Toji joked, earning a playful smack on his shoulders from you. Laughter spilled through the office, infusing it with a comfortable warmth.

"Oh, you can be sure I'll be cashing in that favor at the most unexpected moment," you declared, a playful lilt in your voice.

Toji chuckled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I'll be ready and waiting, boss."

With a final shared grin, you both headed for the office exit. The break room was close, and the idea of a hot cup of coffee was too tempting to resist. As you walked, conversation flowed effortlessly from work matters to lighter topics, deepening the camaraderie.

In the break room, you both fixed your preferred brews, the coffee scent filling the air as you leaned against the counter. Toji took a sip, visibly pleased.

"This is the real fuel that keeps me going," he quipped, nodding at his cup.

You raised yours. "To caffeine, the unsung hero of productivity."

Cups clinked, laughter followed. Even with the gloomy weather outside, the cheerful vibe persisted. Amidst sips, you found a brief respite from work.

"I hope the rain stops soon. It’s been raining for a while, right?" you observed, looking at the raindrops against the window. Toji agreed.

"Yeah, I'm hoping for that too. Traveling is a hassle in the rain. Traffic becomes unbearable, and I end up getting home late," Toji shared, a touch of discomfort in his expression.

Curious about his family life, you asked, "When you work on-site, who takes care of your kids?"

"My in-laws. They're nearby, so they help with the kids when I'm here."

Nodding, you said, "It's nice that you have a good relationship with your in-laws."

"I owe them a lot. They took care of Megumi and Tsumiki when I was still grieving over my wife," Toji shared, taking another sip.

A warm smile appeared as you asked, "You have two daughters?"

Toji chuckled and shook his head. "No, I have a daughter and a son. I named him 'Megumi' to signify his role as a blessing in our lives. It might sound sentimental, but during my wife's pregnancy with him, there were more challenges compared to when she was expecting our daughter. The doctor mentioned a high risk for both him and my wife. He was also born prematurely and had to spend some time in the NICU after his birth."

As Toji delved into his personal life, his gaze became distant, as if he were revisiting memories, both joyful and painful. His storytelling held an inexplicable allure, captivating you. You felt drawn to his narrative, like a moth to a flame, and in this scenario, Toji was the flame.

Attempting to suppress the fluttering butterflies proved futile; the more you resisted, the stronger your heart's rhythm echoed, amplifying the emotions welling up inside you as you looked at your right-hand man. It wasn’t entirely your fault – the guy was undeniably attractive. His face, his hair, and, oh god, his physique. You had to avert your eyes during his final interview. And his voice? Unbelievable. You didn’t mean to ogle at somebody else’s husband, but damn.

Meanwhile, Toji grappled with a whirlwind of emotions—longing, shame, sadness, hope, and confusion. His wife remained a sensitive subject, yet he found himself freely discussing her with you. It was only the second time her name had come up in your conversations, yet there was a growing sense of comfort in sharing his feelings with you.

Toji spent a significant amount of time deciphering the emotions within him. He concluded that what he felt towards you was akin to the "suspension bridge effect." Amidst grappling with depression, grief, and a string of job rejections, you emerged as his unexpected savior. You became the catalyst that propelled him from point A to point B. Not that he was financially destitute during his unemployment period—quite the opposite. However, successive setbacks left him grappling with a sense of inadequacy.

In essence, you helped him put his life back in motion.

However, even after settling on this conclusion, he couldn't deny the palpable connection between the two of you. Toji was certain that you felt it too. Yet, like him, you were navigating the maze of your own emotions. For all he knew, you had your own personal circumstances. But when the day arrived for both of you to face each other and your burgeoning feelings, Toji was more than willing to explore that with you.

"How old is Megumi now?" you inquired curiously. Toji responded with a gentle, paternal smile: "He's turning eight in three months."

"Really? Can I..." Your voice trailed off, gradually growing softer. Toji noticed the change and turned his gaze toward you, silently encouraging you to continue. Meeting his eyes, you found the strength to speak once more: "Can I give him a birthday gift?"

"Absolutely, you're more than welcome to," Toji chuckled, placing his empty cup aside.

You smiled and said, "Please tell me what he likes, so I can get the right gift for him."

"Try books. He loves to read," Toji said, then shortly after, a laugh slipped through his lips as he thought of something about his son, "From the amount of content he’s consumed through reading, he’s becoming a smartass by the day, though it’s also safe to say he got that part of his personality from me."

"Oh, I wouldn’t be surprised," you teased, earning a cheeky squeeze on your sides.

If it weren’t for your lightning reflexes, you would have coffee spilled all over you. "Hey! Watch it!" You said to him, but your tone and delivery sounded anything but annoyed.

If anything, the gesture made your heart jump. In just a short period of time, the two of you became so close that you're comfortable poking each other and addressing one another without any honorifics. The line between superior and subordinate has vanished. It's not that you're uptight about superiority, but rather that your relationship has evolved beyond traditional hierarchies.

After the incident, something clicked, and you realized that the crush you've been harboring for Toji had finally taken hold. Much to your dismay (or not.) His demeanor that day completely enchanted you, and it's fair to say he effortlessly charmed his way into your heart without even trying.

The question now is: will you act on these feelings and pursue him?

The honest truth is, you're not quite sure, at least not yet. It's clear that Toji still holds onto the memories of his late wife, and you want to be respectful of that. At this point, you believe it's best to let things unfold naturally and see where life takes the two of you.

"So, you're ready to go back?" Toji inquired, turning to you after washing his cup.

You nodded and rinsed yours as well, saying, "Yup, let's head back."

After a much-needed caffeine refill, you both returned to your office to resume your tasks. Engrossing conversations about everything under the sun filled the day. Time flew by rapidly as you became absorbed in both work and dialogue. When you eventually checked your phone, it was already 5:00 p.m.

Toji stood up, stretching for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. "I hope the traffic isn't too bad," he commented, glancing out the window to check if the rain had stopped, thankfully finding that it had.

"Perhaps you should consider moving closer to the office," you suggested as you organized your belongings. "That way, you won't have to worry about heavy traffic or long travel times."

"I am considering that, but the kids are still in school," Toji replied, "so I might have to wait until the school year's over before we can move."

"I suppose moving abruptly would also stress them out."

"Yeah, that's another factor. Well, are you ready to go?" Toji asked, standing by the door while waiting for you to finish gathering your things.

"Yeah, let's—"

"Y/N."

A deep, commanding voice suddenly resonated within your once peaceful office. Upon hearing it, you stood frozen in place, your heart racing for all the wrong reasons, all of which didn't go unnoticed by your executive assistant, and his eyes trailed to the man standing by your office door.

After a few seconds, you begrudgingly decided to acknowledge your visitor.

"Kenjaku."

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