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yuji-and-you · 6 months
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Not the Usual
I am feeling angsty tonight so I present you a drabble of Yuji and a socially anxious g/n reader
You're not naturally an insomniac, but it's one of those nights where sleep is just almost out of the picture. Hours ago, you came home from a party with your boyfriend, Yuji, who is already sleeping soundly next to you. You have some idea why you couldn't sleep.
Back at the party, Yuji was his usual, golden retriever self, always checking in on people and sharing good laughs with them. You were doing the usual, keeping to yourself, being polite and answering when talked to, but you were also making jokes that may have felt flat. You were your usual awkward, introverted self. The polar opposite of your partner. And you thought drinking away a whole pitcher of liquor was going to solve it but all it did was make you tipsy and extra giggly.
Yuji drove you home and slept over at your apartment, knowing that you were drunk. But you're not usually drunk. Only when you are this insecure. Only when you feel like an outcast, and only when Yuji may not like you anymore because of it.
"Hey there, honey," his voice sprang up, tired and raspy. "Still awake?"
"oh hey, yeah. I'm just having trouble sleeping."
There was silence for a few seconds, and you felt tears fall down your cheeks.
"Baby," you felt him grab you gently to nudge you closer to his chest.
You told him about your thoughts on the way home. About how awkward you were. About how you probably embarrassed him. He said you didn't. He said he was happy you joined him in the first place. You didn't believe him. People always dump you when you show this side of you.
Yet Yuji pulled you closer, kissing your forehead, telling you it's going to be okay. You're not naturally a believer in love, but maybe this is love.
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yuji-and-you · 2 years
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Itadori Yuji knows how to give you comfort.
Note: Fluff, Friends with benefits, smut, Yuji admits his weakness and helps you out another way
Best friend Yuji who can sense when you're tensed and anxious just from body movements alone. He can't really explain it to you, but the way you suddenly feel cold when he touches you, or when he sees you're slightly shivering, he knows some thing's up.
He'll pull you close to him and let you vent out your worries. He'll play with your hair and admittedly, whenever you look up at him, he zones out because he ends up gazing at your eyes.
You say it's your anxiety catching up to you again, and he sighs. He wishes he knows more about this mental health stuff, and you teach him all the time, but sometimes it just doesn't sink in.
So he helps you in the way he knows. Leaving your side to kneel in front of you, parting your legs. Thank God you love to wear skirts. The view of your panties from where he was kneeling was amazing.
He looks up at you to see your reaction and you have this blushing, crazy attractive smile on your face. You nod, permitting him to go do his thing.
And Itadori Yuji does. As he delves in and eats you out like a starving man, you forget your worries, wishing this moment never ends.
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yuji-and-you · 2 years
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Yuji Brainrot: Language Barriers between Him and Y/N English Speaker
Yuji and you trying to fix the language barrier between the two of you is troublesome, but Yuji's sense of humor always makes it a fun time. Yes, it might take Yuji a bit of time to get what you're saying in English but you don't really mind. When it comes to you learning Japanese, he's so patient with your progress that you don't really feel anxious making mistakes. He'll just laugh and pull you to him, whispering "Ah, suki da yo, y/n-chan."
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yuji-and-you · 2 years
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Passengers (Itadori Yuji x Fem!Reader AU)
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AU: Itadori Yuji and You as young professionals dealing with shitty commuting conditions. Reader has mild social anxiety and also works in a shitty city full of pollution with a job she hates.
Note: Second person perspective with she/her pronouns, fluff, a bit of flirting. Might do a Part 2
It's 10 PM but the city never sleeps. Who knew that even at this time, the queue for the bus to your destination will still be so long? The smell of smoke and trash around her made her want to gag.
Honestly though, she should be used to this by now. She moved to the city a few months ago, and she can still remember how excited she was to finally live independently.
If she was younger, she would have moved back in with her family. But she's a young adult now, and her contract for the apartment is not due until next year.
Yeah I'm a young adult now. Doesn't mean I'm any smarter...she mumbled under her breath.
"What?" Someone spoke from behind her.
She turned around and mumbled sorry.
"It's alright. It's the smell, isn't it? It's getting to you?" The man kept speaking. It annoyed her that he still kept going, so she pretended not to hear her.
She felt a finger tap her shoulder and she turned around begrudgingly. The voice came from some other young adult like her, with admittedly cute pink hair and cute smile. It was kind of disarming.
He lifted a bottle of something to her line of sight. It looks like perfume or alcohol, but she wasn't really sure. She raised her eyebrow and as if reading her mind, he said, "don't worry, it's just some scented alcohol. Try it!"
Only to get him off her back, she indulged him as she lifted her sleeve to show her wrist. He sprayed a little bit of the alcohol on her skin. She lifted it to her nose and breathed in the smell of strawberries with a trace of alcohol. She sighed, finally being able to breathe properly.
"Smells so good, doesn't it?" He grinned. "I always bring this with me when I have to line up in this area."
"I probably need to get one of those," She finally admitted.
Since the line was not moving, she was in the mood to make small talk with a stranger. She didn't have to think much about topics though; the person just didn't shut up. He talked about his work, his chaotic friends, his troublesome but well-intentioned mentors, his salary and how he's doing odd jobs to save up for a motorcycle.
At some point, she started zoning out because the conversation was giving her anxiety at this point. When am I supposed to butt in? How long are we going to be in this queue? It's barely moving...
"What about you?" His question caught her off-guard.
She wanted to end the conversation and go back to idly scrolling through social media apps. But to be polite, once again, she decided to indulge him.
She told him she works for a start-up company, that she just moved to the city and she's yet to find friends around to hang out with. She wanted to keep her answers short and sweet, because she was not about to share her life story with a stranger, but he was apparently also good at holding a conversation. He asked a lot of questions, picked up on the ones she didn't feel comfortable answering, picked up on the ones she felt like answering. It's been a while since someone actually listened as much as talked to her.
And wasn't he funny? He kept making stupid jokes that were corny but she couldn't help but laugh. Every now and then, he'd spray his and her wrists of the strawberry-scented alcohol. Sometimes the smell would be so bad that they'd bring their wrists to their nose and since they look so miserable and funny, they can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
"You look so much cuter when you laugh," he quipped, all of a sudden.
"Oh please, spare me," she rolled her eyes playfully. "You look so much cuter with your mouth shut."
He blushed and for some reason, she blushed as well. She turned to face the line and realized that they were about to board the bus.
She tried to calm her beating heart and turned to smile at him. "Wanna sit next to each other?"
"Of course! I'll behave!" He grinned, walking in front of her and offering his hand for her to grab.
She rolled her eyes in pretend annoyance as she held his hand. His strong grip surprised her, and made something inside her warm and fuzzy.
Maybe this time, commuting won't be such a pain.
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yuji-and-you · 2 years
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Yuji as the 'standard'
Yuji would be such a lovely boyfriend/partner
never content on just giving the bare minimum
would go out of his way to do things for you, especially when you're not mentally/physically okay
leaves messages of adoration in ten different ways (text, sticky notes, audio recordings)
loves you and your body. your body, no matter what your size is, turns him on. his preferences are literally just details about your body
it's kind of difficult to take him seriously sometimes because he just never runs out of compliments
but he always says that he means them all
supports you in all you do
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yuji-and-you · 2 years
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Imagine Yuji as your gym buddy/crush
He'll probably come up to you at the gym pointing out how bad your form is, instantly irritating you because you were just minding your own business
He then helps you get in better form while squatting and doing push ups, and you couldn't help but blush whenever he touches your back or hip to fix your form
You and Yuji don't really see each other that much though because of different schedules
You didn't really notice how much this actually affected you until you started trying to find him in the gym to maybe ask for exercise tips
You shook your head, convincing yourself that he is just good at coaching
And now you just wished you can stop thinking of his pretty pink hair and his toned body, how his friendly smile and blunt yet cheerful demeanor motivates you to be better too
Next time you see each other though, Yuji surprises you by asking you out on a date. Looks like the feelings may be mutual after all?
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yuji-and-you · 2 years
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Touch (Itador Yuji x Reader)
Note: grammar errors probably since I made this in a rush, implied NSFW, mostly Yuji being a cheeky bastard
Yuji was the type of person who acts before he speaks. The man has no filter, and he often says the first thing when it comes to mind. This has been both a blessing and a curse.
A blessing--his straightforwardness led him to the two of you dating now. He made the first move, brazenly confessing their affection for you, and here you are.
A curse--sometimes with his words, he can unintentionally hurt you. He says what's on his mind, but at the cost of countless arguments that often end up not making sense to anyone of you.
The good news is, he found a way to make it up to you, and it's through touch.
This all happened one boring afternoon of grocery shopping. You were fighting with him about something trivial and stupid once again. Before you say more hurtful things, you turned around and walked away.
You heard footsteps rush to you and Yuji grabbed your arm as he swung you to face him in with force.
It was such a stupid time to feel it, but you definitely did not expect to feel a delicious shiver run through your spine. It made you feel lightheaded, confused, wanting more.
"Hey? You alright?" He asked, looking at your eyes. He must have sensed how it turned you on, because his pupils dilated and he plastered on that shit eating grin to tease you. "Oh, do you like it when I do this?" He rubbed circles on your arm with his thumb, pretending not to know what's up.
"Yuji, we're in the goddamned supermarket. Behave yourself," you warned, but you couldn't help the heat filling up your core.
"Okay," he pulled back, but his grin stayed on his face.
Throughout the remainder of you in public, he found ways to touch you subtly--your waist, your hips, your butt--all the with that knowingly smug grin on his face.
By the time you got home, there was no more waiting. Who knew hands could resolve conflicts?
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yuji-and-you · 3 years
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Ramen Stop (Itadori YuujixReader)
AU: Yuuji as a Chef
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This was the fourth time in a row that you visited the ramen store. Itadori watched as you seated yourself on one of the tables near the window, hair in a messy ponytail. When you started looking at the menu, Itadori went back to cooking but he already knew what you were going to order. 
Sure enough, it was the same list: butao ramen and gyoza, extra spicy and extra rich. Itadori liked making this food for you, but he found it interesting how you always liked to eat the same type of food. 
When the order gets delivered to you, he tries to take a glance at you taking your first sip of the soup. Your face lights up and he can't help but smile to himself. His suspicions confirmed, he was happy to lift your spirits, one ramen at a time.
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