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system-to-the-madness · 3 months

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お米 Okome - Inumaki Toge x Reader

Pairing: Inumaki Toge x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff Word Count: 4 532 Warnings: mentions of blood and injury Summary: Inumaki hates that he can’t use his voice to express his feelings towards you

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Inumaki Toge doesn’t usually struggle with his fate. If there’s a situation he doesn’t like, he prefers action over lament and puts his mind to work to find a way to change it. Sure, there are situations he can’t change, his cursed speech for example, then he works around those things, finds a way to deal with it somehow. He talks in onigiri ingredients, occasionally uses a notebook or his phone’s note app to communicate more difficult matters. Inumaki Toge doesn’t usually struggle with his fate.

Except now he does. His eyes fall on Yuuta and you, sitting on a bench underneath the Momiji, red leaves sparkling in the autumn sun. Even from the distance where Toge just stepped out of the building across the yard, he can tell how hard you’re laughing, can tell that Yuuta has the biggest grin on his face. He stops, several different thoughts shooting through his head all at once. He loves your laugh. He wants to make you laugh too. He can’t, because of his cursed speech. He envies Yuuta for being able to tell you joke and making you laugh like that. And suddenly he remembers this thing he read in a magazine, that said that girls like boys who can make them laugh, and his stomach sinks.

Toge already knows you like Yuuta. Its’s obvious. Do you like him because he can make you laugh? Toge stops in his steps where he was about to walk over to join the two of you, his heart suddenly thrumming almost painfully in his chest. Do you like Yuuta? He watches his black-haired friend, watches as he lifts his hand and leans a little closer to you. You stop laughing and lean in too. For a terrifying moment Toge thinks he’s about to witness you, the classmate he may or may not have had the biggest crush on since your first one-on-one training session, kiss his friend. But you don’t. Instead, you listen to something Yuuta says that Toge can’t make out over the distance and burst into another fit of laughter.

Suddenly Toge feels like crying. He could never make you laugh like that. Not by whispering a few words into the narrow space between you, not by letting words roll over his tongue. He can write them down, or pantomime them, or fool around to make you laugh, but he can never whisper them.

He wants to talk to you about normal things too, about the stupid weather, or how pretty you look with that new hoodie, or how clever your answers in class were, or how annoying Gojo and this new homework is. He doesn’t want to have to use his notebook for every slightly more complicated conversation, but he can’t be sure you would understand him if he didn’t. It doesn’t stop him from wishing he could use his voice to talk to you. Ever since he really, truly understood his cursed technique, he’s realized just how powerful and yet intimate voice is.

It’s something he’ll never be able to use to communicate his feelings.

Once, not long after Yuuta had joined the school, they, together with Panda, had talked about it. Or rather Yuuta and Panda had talked about his cursed technique, and he had listened. Panda had joked that if he ever wanted someone to kiss him, he could just use his cursed technique, which Yuuta had disagreed on, saying he’d need the other person’s permission to use his technique on them, otherwise it’d be harassment. Panda, who hadn’t thought about that, had quickly agreed, and the two had joked around a bit longer about the possibilities this offered. Toge thought about their words a lot. But there was something inside him, that wholly refused to use his technique for these purposes. It just wouldn’t feel right. Even if the other person agreed, or even asked him to do it, it would be like he’d take their will from them. He’d never do that for his own pleasure.

Toge gets pulled back into the moment by your voice calling for him. He blinks and looks up, finding you and Yuuta had turned to face him, waving him over. As much as he appreciates Yuuta, and as much as he likes you, he doesn’t feel like going over. He doesn’t want to hear the way your voice probably rises in pitch when talking to the special grade sorcerer, doesn’t want to watch Yuuta subtly touch you, doesn’t want to feel like he’s intruding on this moment between you, doesn’t want to burden himself with more heartbreak than he already signed up for.

He swallows thickly before he crosses his arm like an X in front of his chest.

“Okaka,” he denies, continuing his way as if he had planned on moving towards the dojo, instead of towards his friends.

He doesn’t dare to glance over to see your reaction. Are you disappointed? If you were, he’d feel guilty. If you weren’t, he’d be disappointed. If he’s being honest, he can understand that you like Yuuta. The guy is sensitive, and quiet, a good listener, great at giving advice. He’s funny and overall great company. And he’s crazy powerful. Otherwise he wouldn’t be a special grade sorcerer. And he saved your life when Toge himself was of absolutely no help whatsoever, instead almost throwing up from the taste of his own blood.

Toge is nothing in comparison to Yuuta. Sure, he has a strong technique. A strong technique he can use two to three times before his throat is bleeding. And he can be funny, or at least he’s good at making a fool of himself. And he can listen, but he never knows what to answer, worried that whichever advice he gives, it might not actually be helpful, or only make everything worse. So, if you like Yuuta, he gets it. If he were in your place, he’d also prefer Yuuta over himself. Not that you have to choose between the two of them, you could also be interested in neither of them. But the point stands: Yuuta is the better fit for you, and as much as Toge wants you to be happy, it breaks his heart.

“What was that,” asks Yuuta, tearing his eyes away from his retreating friend and looking at you instead.

You’re still watching Inumaki leave, his posture somewhat sunken in, hands buried in his pockets. He looks defeated and somehow you want to run after him, ask him what’s wrong. But that would be too pushy, too clingy, wouldn’t it? So instead, you swallow and turn back to Yuuta.

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “He’s been… weird lately.”

Yuuta nodded. “I know, right? And ever since that last mission…”

That last mission, on which Gojo sent the three of you. That last mission where Inumaki’s voice gave out before he could finish the command, which lead to the curse injuring you. That last mission where Yuuta had been the one who had finished the short fight in just a single blow. You knew better than to assume that Inumaki was jealous of Yuuta’s power. You knew he wasn’t. But still something seemed to have dimmed his formerly good relationship with Yuuta. And with you too. He avoided you, texted you less throughout the day, reduced his already limited vocabulary to the equivalents of agreement and disagreement. You feel like you’ve made a mistake somehow, said or done something that hurt him.

“Do you think he’d talk to me about it,” you wonder, your voice small, nothing left of the breathless laughter from a moment ago.

Yuuta chews on his lip as he considers your question, and you know he’s considering a few things he officially doesn’t even know about. For example that you like Inumaki, that you make an active effort to spend time with him, have conversations with him. You’re the one who understands him the best, understands his language the best, even without the notebook.

What you don’t know, is that Yuuta also knows the other side of the story. He knows that Inumaki uses his notebook with you the most, because he wants you to understand his mind. He knows that Inumaki spends a lot of time considering each and every conversation he’s had with you. Sometimes, it’s late at night, and Yuuta gets a text from Inumaki, telling him about a conversation he’s had with you and if he should have replied something else. It’s not hard to tell that Inumaki is absolutely enamoured with you, and you with him. At least it’s not hard to tell from Yuuta’s perspective. But the way Inumaki and you never seem to understand the affection the other is harbouring, Yuuta begins to think that it’s actually very hard to tell from either of your perspectives. Or you’re both just idiots. Which, honestly, as much as he likes the two of you, is more likely.

“I’m not sure,” Yuuta eventually answers your question. There’s a lot Inumaki is bottling up, a lot he doesn’t even tell Yuuta about, stuff Yuuta can only assume. “But I think he’d probably appreciate it if you asked. Maybe he won’t tell you what’s going on, but I think he’d be glad to know you care.” This is as much as he can do to be honest without giving his friend’s secret away to you. A secret, Yuuta doesn’t even know officially.

“Don’t you think he’d get annoyed? He looked pretty upset just now,” you ask. You’re torn between wanting to show Inumaki that you cared, and scared of getting sent away or even worse, him getting angry at you.

“I mean, if you’re worried about it, you can always give him an hour or two. But I don’t think he’d mind if it were you, checking up on him.”

You don’t question Yuuta’s phrasing. Everyone knows you and Inumaki understand each other on a different level, the speed at which you sometimes communicate in single words thrown back and forth leaving the others out of their wits and completely clueless what the conversation was about.

“I’ll give him five,” you decide, leaning your back against the wooden table and glancing up at the red leaves overhead. “If he gets mad at me, it’s on you.”

Yuuta laughs, knowing you’re not serious. You’re not the kind of person who blames others for the outcome of your actions.

“He’d never get mad at you.”

“He looked pretty mad at me for getting injured on that last mission,” you disagree with Yuuta.

“He wasn’t mad at you. He was mad at himself. He blamed your injury on himself, when he couldn’t stop that curse because his voice gave out.”

You winced at the memory of blood trickling down from the corner of Inumaki’s mouth. He had once told you that he sometimes got sick from the taste, and after the curse was taken care of by Yuuta, it had been easier to focus on Inumaki than your own state. You remembered how awful the bright red blood had looked against his unusually pale skin.

“It wasn’t his fault, and he knows that.”

“Rationally yes,” Yuuta agreed. “But he still blames himself.”

“I’m surprised he talked to you about that,” you admit, closing your eyes in the sun. Behind your eyelids the picture of Inumaki’s bloody and scared face haunts your memory. You open your eyes again. “He never mentioned anything like that to me.”

“He didn’t, but it’s obvious,” Yuuta said.

“Is it?”

He just hummed in agreement.

“What else is obvious?”

“A lot. But that’s not mine to talk about.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you and Inumaki really should talk about some stuff,” Yuuta answers, “Like for example that you like him.” He almost feels bad at the way you freeze up beside him.

“I don’t,” you deny, but there is no force in your voice.

“Just saying,” Yuuta shrugs. “A lot of stuff is obvious. Just not to you and him.”

There’s a moment of silence and you have a feeling Yuuta knows what you’re about to ask, your cheeks burning with shame, but you ask anyway.

“Does he like me too?”

Yuuta turns to you then, his big eyes studying you for a moment intensely. “You don’t have to ask me that. You have to ask him.”

You exhale with a sigh a glance at your wristwatch: “Fine… maybe not today, tho.”

Yuuta chuckles, knowing that that’s going to be your response for every day to come, but he doesn’t call you out for it. He doesn’t know if he’d have the courage to confess his feelings if he were in your position either.

“Welp, his five minutes are up. I’m gonna see if he’s okay,” you declare, and stand up from the bench you had been lounging on. “Just-” you glance down at your classmate. “Just don’t tell him about this conversation, will you?”

Yuuta nods. “I can keep a secret,” he smiles, and you’re satisfied, before you head into the same direction Inumaki ran off to a few minutes prior.

He wasn’t in the dojo where you expected him to be after he had wandered off there, so left a little helpless, you began searching for him. After checking all the usual places, you finally spied him sitting hunched over on a bench next to the koi pond in one of the small, traditional gardens squeezed between the buildings. He looked lost in thought, so you made an effort to not walk too quietly as not to startle him. But when you reached the bench and he still hadn’t turned to look up you, you furrowed your brows in confusion. Was he mad at you?

“Inumaki-san,” you asked quietly, sitting down next to him with a safe distance. He wasn’t wearing his full uniform, instead of the black jacket he had pulled a warm, green vest over the white shirt sleeved shirt with the high collar that hid his curse marks. “Toge?”

At the use of his given name, he finally looked up at you.

Your breath stopped when you saw the sadness in his purple eyes. He quickly blinked it away, but you knew what you had seen, your heart hurting at the way he had seemed so lost. Maybe even worse was that he didn’t want to show his feelings to you, instead masking them up.

“What’s wrong.”

“Okaka.” Nothing. Why?

“Don’t,” you warned him, “Don’t lie to me. Please don’t.”

“Okaka, okaka!” I’m not lying! He said it with amusement in his voice, but when you failed to smile, his eyes grew serious again. “Okaka.” Nothing’s wrong.

“You know you can talk to me, right?”

“Shake, shake.” Yeah, yeah, I know.

“Do you want to talk to me?”

This time his answer took longer, and it was only quietly spoke when he answered with another “Shake.”

Instead of saying anything else, he began reaching for the notebook he always carried with him, but before his fingertips had even grazed the cover, you caught his hand.

“You can talk to me. I’ll understand you. No notebook needed.”

Toge looked up at you then, his eyes widened. What did you mean, you didn’t need the notebook? Would you really understand him?

“Tuna,” he mumbled, averting his gaze from yours, but from the corner of his eyes he saw you tilt your head. How the hell was he supposed to communicate his feelings with onigiri ingredients? He had words to agree and disagree, words to catch attention and swear, but how was he supposed to tell you his greatest wish was to talk to you without having to use this damn notebook, that he wanted to just use normal language, like everyone else? How was he supposed to tell you how much it hurt to see you liking Yuuta? “Okaka.” It won’t work.

“You can try. And if it doesn’t work, you can still write it down, okay?”

“Shake.” Okay. He reached his hand up, absentmindedly running his fingers over his curse marks peeking out from under his high collar. “Ikura.” I hate them.

He had more mumbled that to himself, but you nodded. “They don’t make life very easy, do they?”

“Shake.” No, they don’t. Toge focused on what he wanted you to know, that he wished he could talk to you without risking cursing you. “Furikake… saamon.”

Okay, this was new. Not just one, but two new ingredients. Rice spice and the other word for salmon. You furrowed your brows. “Can you say that again?”

“Furikake saamon,” Toge repeated, slowly, trying to convey his feelings through just these two words. This was never gonna work.

“You want to talk about your thoughts?”

His eyes widened at your correct interpretation of his words.

“Shake, shake!” Enthusiastically he nodded his head. “Furikake saamon! Nori nai!”

“Nori nai, nori na- you don’t want to use…”

“Nori!” He motioned to his mouth, then to the notebook in his pocket.

“Onigiri ingredients and the notebook? You don’t want to use them?”

“Shake, shake!”

He nodded again, and you could see how excited he was, his eyes shining with disbelief that he had managed to communicate something so out of context to you. Quickly he reached up and pulled the zipper of his collar down, so he could additionally use his mimic to tell you what he was thinking.

“Tarago Furikake.” His lilac eyes were widened expectantly, as he waited for you to decipher his words.

“You want to talk?”

He nodded, then pointed at you. “Tarago furikake,” he repeated, underlining his words with stabbing his finger into your direction.

“You want to talk to me?”

“Shake. Nori nai furikake tamago. Okaka.”

“I know. I know it’s difficult without the notebook,” you sighed. “But we’re managing. Right? It might take me a while to get used to it, but I we’re having a normal conversation right now, right? A bit like talking with someone in a foreign language, but not much different than that.”

Toge smiled, the sight making your breath hitch. You were used to seeing his eyes squeeze together when he smiled, but his mouth usually was covered by his collar. You couldn’t help but think that he was one of the most beautiful people you knew.

“Furikake nai, tamago, maguro, nori” he continued.

“Maguro,” you repeated the second last word, thinking what he might have meant. Quietly you mumbled the phrase he had just uttered, your eyes skipping away from his face and over the koi pond instead, as if the translation were written in the ripples on the water surface. Without talking, having to write everything down, he felt bad… like an outsider. Your eyes widened. Was this really what he had wanted to say? That he felt like an outsider? You looked back at him, seeing the shock on his face as he took in your expression.

“We’re making you feel like an outsider because you can’t talk to us? Toge-“

“Okaka, Okaka!” He quickly waved his hands around, signalling you had misunderstood. “Tamago. Maguro.” He pointed to himself.

“You feel like an outsider?”

“Shake!”

“Because you can’t talk to us?”

“Shake.” This time his voice was quieter, and he averted his gaze.

You exhaled quietly. You knew there was not much you could do to change the way he felt, nothing you weren’t doing already anyway. But to deny his feelings wouldn’t be right, even if you wanted to convince him that he wasn’t an outsider.

“I’m sorry,” you started. “I promise you, to us, you’re an integral part of the group, even if you don’t feel like you always are. Do you… do you have any ideas how we could help you feel more included?”

Toge shook his head. “Okaka,” he denied, and then pointing at himself: “Tamago.” It’s my negative feeling. “Tanaka-zuku mentaiko.” You’re doing everything right. There’s nothing you can do to change that. He hesitated for a moment before he added: “Furikake.”HHe hesitated for a moment before he added.

“Of course, we’ll keep talking to you. And you see that you can talk to us too. If I can learn to understand you, so can the others.”

Toge seriously doubted that, but he didn’t voice his thought, instead focusing back on what you had been talking about. “Tarago furikake mayo. Tuna-mayo furikake, saamon tamago, shiisamu. Takana-zuke tarago tuna-mayo shiisamu.”

You stared at him intensely, making his heart race. There was no way you had understood what he had just said. Was there? He was using words he had never used with you, or anyone at jujutsu high, before. He had sometimes used them when he had been younger, when he had talked to his toys as a little kid, finding ingredients for almost anything he could think of. That he still remembered them was a surprise. But there was no way you’d understand him like this, not even when he tried to embed the sentimental meaning of each word into his voice. Your eyes skipped over his face, as you were thinking hard, and Toge waited for the “Sorry, I don’t know what you mean, please write it down.” But it didn’t come. Instead, you answered him.

“I want you to be able to talk openly too. And I’d love to hear about the bad things you think and feel as much as about the good things. Because they’re part of you. Even when they’re hard, even when they’re painful and difficult to admit. But that’s why we have each other, right? So we’re not alone, so the difficult times aren’t quite as difficult. And you already make me laugh, you already make me feel happy. I’m always the happiest when I’m with you.”

You hadn’t used the word friend. The thought rang in Toge’s mind, and together with your last sentence it accumulated to the next words that spilled over his lips, words he had been certain he’d never actually say out loud. Words, which’s meaning he had thought he’d never communicate to you in any form or way.

“Tarago tuna-mayo furikake okome. Tarago tanaka-zuke okome.”I want to use my voice to tell you that I’m in love with you. I want you to be in love with me too.

The moment the words had left his lips, he wanted to make it all undone. What if you had understood him and didn’t feel the same way? All this time he wished you’d understand him, and now he hoped you hadn’t understood a word of what he had just uttered. The way you stared at him wide eyed was a good sign that you really hadn’t.

“Okome,” you asked, your heart beating in your throat. If you had thought rationally about the way he was listing food, you wouldn’t have had the faintest idea of what he had wanted to express, but somehow his emotions were swinging in his words, like the sounds accumulated to a meaning that wasn’t transported by words.

“Mentaiko,” he began, wanting to lift his hands to wave it off, to tell you that it wasn’t important.

But before he had completed the gesture, you caught his wrist with your dominant hand, raising the other between you, pointing at him.

“Okome,” you asked before pointing to yourself. Your voice was shaky, and you could see the moment Toge realized you had understood him.

His eyes widened and he paled a little, swallowing hard. You could see the fear in his eyes. He was afraid you’d turn him down, you realized, and your heart broke a little.

So, what did you do, when your best friend, who you had liked for far too long without acting on it, accidentally confessed his love to you? Using the word for “rice” nonetheless, the base ingredient for onigiri. Because just like one couldn’t make rice balls without rice, humans couldn’t live without love.

You repeated the gesture towards yourself, pointing at you again. “Okome,” you said, voice just as shaky as before, before pointing at Toge.

His eyes followed your finger, the way it was pointing right at his chest, where his heart was stuttering in excitement, and then doing cartwheels, as the realization began settling in.

“Okome,” he asked in disbelieve.

But you just nodded. “Okome.”

He acted quicker than you could really perceive. Your one hand was still holding onto his wrist, to stop him from gesticulating, his skin warm underneath yours, but with the other he grabbed the hand with which you had pointed between you and him. His fingers wrapped around yours tightly, pulling you towards him, pressing your hand right over his heart, while he leant in at the same time, connecting his lips to yours.

A shiver went through you, at the feeling of his warm body underneath his clothes, at his soft lips pressed to yours, at the strange tingling of cursed energy that radiated from his cursed mark. And then you abandoned all thoughts, and just acted on instinct, moving closer to him, wrapping your hand into the fabric of his vest, and kissing him like you had wanted to kiss him for such a long time already.

A sound of appreciative surprise erupted from Toge’s throat and you could feel him smile as he met your kiss with equal fervour, running the tip of his tongue over the seam of your lips. When you parted them just the smallest fraction, he didn’t hesitate to slip his tongue past them, exploring your mouth until both of you had to pull away for breath. You were breathing heavily, your mind foggy, fingers wrapped into his vest, holding on to something, otherwise it felt like the world would just slip away.

When you opened your eyes, you found he was already looking at you. His beautiful eyes were scanning over your face as if searching for any sign of discomfort, as if he expected you to scold him for kissing you. Honestly, at this point the only scolding he’d get was that he had stopped kissing you.

Unwrapping one of your hands from where you had clung to him, you brushed a strand of his bright hair out of his forehead, the curl soft against your fingertips. With a smile you leant forward, and pressed your lips to his left cheek, then the curse mark there, feeling the cursed energy sizzle through them. You moved on to his right cheek, then his forehead, the tip of his nose, his chin, peppering small kisses all over his face until he was full on laughing and took hold of your face with both of his hands, pulling you only far enough away from him to be able to look into your eyes. His were still crinkled in joy, but his voice was serious and heavy with how much he meant this single word phrase that left his lips without hesitation.

“Okome.” And then he kissed you again, slower this time, just to make sure you understood each little detail of what he felt for you. Inumaki Toge sometimes struggled with his fate, but as long as he had you to understand him, what else could he really ask for?

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imarealnugget · 1 month

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Toge Inumaki, who...

Feat. Toge Inumaki

TW. fluff, headcanons, Toge Inumaki x female!reader

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Toge Inumaki, who loves diving into exotic culinary adventures with you, exploring food markets from various cultures. His unique ability to craft delicious dishes using only words adds a magical touch to these culinary experiences, transforming every meal into an unforgettable experience. From communicating with vendors using his linguistic power to procure fresh and special ingredients, to preparing unique and tasty dishes together, every moment spent in the kitchen becomes a time of deep connection and joy with you.

Toge Inumaki, who enjoys immersing himself in action movies and having fun with the funny dubbings he creates using his linguistic power..

Toge Inumaki, who finds great pleasure in taking you for walks in the parks, where you can connect with nature through his "Natural Dialogue." Communicating with trees, birds, and wildlife using only words creates a unique and intimate experience for both of you, allowing you two to appreciate the beauty of the natural world and strengthen the special bond they share.

Toge Inumaki, who enjoys challenging you in videogames to create fun and innovative language games that keep you mentally stimulated and add a new dimension to your communication..

Toge Inumaki, who loves starting the day with a morning run, where you can connect with nature and the surrounding environment. He uses his linguistic power to communicate with the birds and animals they encounter along the way, adding a magical and unique touch to the experience.

Toge Inumaki, who's favorite activities is to attend theatrical performances and concerts. Thanks to his linguistic skills, Inumaki is able to fully appreciate the magic of live performances, creating a unique and engaging experience for both of you. You get lost in the beauty of music and art, sharing emotions and special moments that remain etched in your hearts forever.

Toge Inumaki, who with his sophisticated taste and ability to order delicious food using only sounds and words, Inumaki always amazes you with unique and memorable culinary experiences..

Toge Inumaki, who loves surprising you with impromptu trips to mysterious and adventurous destinations. With an open agenda and a sense of adventure, you get lost in spontaneous adventures that take you to unknown and exciting places.

Toge Inumaki, who finds joy in moments of silence with you. In these moments, you can communicate and understand each other without the need for words, only through affectionate glances, hugs, and gestures of love and affection.

Toge Inumaki, who loves surprising you with small romantic gestures that show his love and devotion. From creating unique flower bouquets using only words to describe them, to writing personalized poems that express his feelings in a unique and special way, Inumaki always strives to show you how important you are to him..

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shinyac0re · 4 days

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━━━ 𝑱𝑱𝑲 𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑼

Gojo,Geto,Nanami,Toge,Yuji,Choso,Yuta,Toji,Sukuna ━━━

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

-gojo

-geto

-nanami

-yuji

-toge

-choso

-toji

-sukuna

| likes n reblogs r appreciated ! request always open !

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aiieera · 2 months

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Cupid’s Chokehold‼️

Is it possible to never even interact with someone who’s been friends with your entire friend group since high school? apparently. But never say never.

no curse au; band member!inumaki x musician/twitch streamer!yn

so many ideas for this series hopefully i’ll be able to get to them all :D

Profiles || yn’s group | 2etherial| | extras | posts

chp. 1 - From The Start

chp. 2 - December

chp. 3 - Tek It

chp. 4 - Misty

chp. 5 - Rythm of the Rain

chp. 6 -

chp. 7 -

chp. 8 -

best viewed in dark mode (or any mode but default or rave tbh)

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psychoforanime · 6 months

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Y/n after beating the F of everyone in training aggressively, pretty much being a gorilla.

Yuta walks by, Y/n cutely ask him to open a bottle of water for them cause they couldn't.

Yuta: y/n, You can't even open a bottle, yet you have a mission to go to. Please be careful. You make me worry about you.

Everyone: Don't be ...

#funny #jjk funny #jjk x reader #dialogue prompt #jjk #writing prompt #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #reader #nobara kugisaki #maki zenin #inumaki toge #panda #gojo satoru #yuta okkotsu #y/n #yn

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shewritesallnight · 1 year

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Kintsugi

Kintsugi: highlights cracks and repairs as events in the life of an object; an embracing of the flawed or imperfect.

While Yuji and the others have their own plans at the Jujutsu Campus, YN sees Inumaki for the first time since the Shibuya incident. Things seem uncertain for the curse user and she's determined to let him know that she's not going anywhere.

Rating: 18+, NSFW (also shibuya arc spoilers)

a/n: an attempt was made 🤧

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Mindlessly, YN spun the golden ring around her finger. A nervous habit she had picked up after receiving the gift from her long-term boyfriend. It popped up occasionally, during intense missions or coming under the scrutiny of the Elders. But the habit had reared its ugly head the moment Yuuta told her the status of Toge.

He was alive.

But he wasn't unscathed.

With each new twist of the band, she felt another coil of worry wind around her heart. The coils momentarily tightened when she found Inumaki's room empty, though it wasn't an unfamiliar sight. He often spent more time in her dorm than his own. Hopeful, she made her way down the familiar hallways.

At the sound of the door, a figure jerked upwards from her bed, comforter pooling around a waist. Her eyes met Toge's before falling on the seal covered bandages and her breath caught in her throat.

It was one thing to hear it from Yuuta, to see it, was something else entirely.

To center herself, she dropped her gaze to the room; it was in unfamiliar disarray. Papers and clothes everywhere, even a vase of dried flowers he had gotten her two weeks prior, lay broken on the floor.

Evidence of an outburst.

It wasn't like her boyfriend to lose his cool. She felt another squeeze in her chest.

Stepping around the mess, she made her way to the cursed speech user. The bed dipped with her weight as she reached out a hand to caress his cheek. Delicately, she brought her other hand up to trace the bandages on his left shoulder.

Inumaki jerked his injured side away from her while subconsciously pressing his cheek further into her palm.

"Toge..."

She hadn't noticed his hand gripping the comforter until he released the fabric to point towards the vase before resting it against his own chest.

A whispered, "okaka," fell from his lips and YN felt her heart shatter in her chest.

Broken.

She had to take a moment to push down the hatred for the King of Curses that rose like bile at the back of her throat.

"N-no, don't say that."

She cupped his other cheek and tilted his face down to kiss his forehead, then pressed her lips against each temple, his nose, and chin.

Inumaki watched her with wide, glossy eyes. They were shadowed with uncertainty and she hated it.

"I'm just happy you are alive."

Her hands brushed back the hair from his face, pressing a gentle kiss over each curse mark before laying her lips upon his. It was deep and unyielding as she poured her love for him through the connection.

The sorcerer whimpered into the kiss, his shaking hand gripping the hem of her shirt.

She felt, more than heard, his whispered, "need you."

Nodding, she pressed one more peck to his lips, letting her hands travel down to his torso. Leaning forward, she eased Inumaki back onto the mattress.

Cautious eyes watched her as she moved with ease, leaning down to place a gentle kiss against the bandages. A shudder traveled down Toge's spine, forcing him to advert his eyes, overwhelmed with the sensation.

The sight made her more determined to ease her lover's mind.

She grazed her teeth across his collarbone to repeat the motion on his other shoulder and Inumaki trembled for another reason. Flicking her tongue over his exposed nipple she was rewarded with a hitch of his breath and the graceful arch of his back.

Traveling downward she danced her fingertips across his ribs to tug at the comforter. Kisses dotted his body to his hip, when she reached his pajama bottoms, her tongue traced along the edge in wait.

"Shake."

Inumaki could feel her soft smile against his skin. Swift hands eased down any barriers, leaving the sorcerer bare. Kisses forgone to slip the head of his cock into her mouth. His cries were muffled behind the back of his hand, unable to look away.

Greedily, she took him into her mouth until her nose pressed against the hairs at the base. Toge’s head fell deeper into the pillows, his toes curling in the sheets.

Bobbing her head steadily, she cataloged every reaction. From the harsh breaths falling from his parted lips to the way his hand moved to clentch and unclentch the pillow. But the faraway look in his eyes remained.

That just wouldn’t do.

YN slipped him from her mouth, coming to a kneel, she undressed. Clothes discarded; she straddled his hips with a hand on his waist for support.

Toge's own hand caressed hers, his fingers grazing against her ring before gripping her waist as she lined him up at her entrance.

They locked eyes and with three little words she seated herself fully.

Their cries were instantaneous, a mixture of frustration and the relief of finally being joined together again.

He felt warm and right inside of her and YN started moving. A slow gentle rocking that wasn’t nearly enough.

She wanted to give him more. Make him understand that she loved him all the same. To cut through the waves of insecurity rolling off him and disperse that darkness threatening to swallow him.

Raising up, she started to ride him, swiveling her hips with each downward stroke. Pulling whines and broken moans from the sorcerer.

She ignored the burn in her thighs to keep the rhythm of her thrusts; faltering only when Inumaki moved to sit himself up. She paused, reaching forward to help but fell short when he shook his head; instead, she settled into his lap, unsure.

Fully sitting, Toge wrapped his arm around her, pulling her flush against him and nuzzled her neck.

"More," he croaked out against her skin.

"Oh baby,” she choked back a sob. “I've got you."

Wrapping her arms around him, her hips started again. Turning to find his eyes closed with a crease of frustration stuck to his brow, she rose to her knees.

His cock slipping halfway out, Toge looked up with a panicked expression. She cradled his face once more, running her thumbs under his eyes.

"You've always taken care of me and everyone else. Let me take care of you." She brushed away the stray tear slipping from the corner of his eye and kissed him.

It was slow and sweet, full of all the love and adoration she felt. She kept her mouth on his as her hips started moving again. Little half thrusts that she knew drove him wild with a slow drag through her clenching walls.

His cock twitched inside her at the same moment he broke away to let out a deep moan and she knew he was close.

"Just let go baby, I’m right here.”

With a huff he buried his face in her chest and she took it as a sign to drop down and sheath the entirety of his length. The feeling was overwhelming even for her, and it only took a handful of thrusts before Toge jerked in her grip, painting her inner walls with his release.

YN eased him out once he slackened in her grip; this time wasn't about her. She ignored the throbbing of her core and the warmth of his cum leaking down her inner thighs. Instead, twisting and laying herself back on the mattress while bringing Inumaki down on top of her.

Pulling the comforter over their bodies, her gaze fell back to the room, landing on the vase and a sense of clarity struck her.

Silent, she chose instead to trace lazy circles over his bandaged shoulder blade and run a hand through his hair.

She waited to speak until Inumaki’s breathing had slowed and she felt him melt into her.

"Kintsugi."

Toge propped his chin up on her sternum at the word.

"Shows us that there is beauty in imperfection," she continued. "I look forward to the future… of the vase, of course," she said with a kiss to his nose.

The cursed speech user was silent for a moment, absorbing her words. Yet, she knew she had gotten him back when he grunted, "sujiko," and playfully bit at her breast. The tightness in her chest finally vanishing with the shadows in his eyes.

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inusdibyvdwyiwdkbhwv · 10 months

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CAPTIVATED BY YOU

Chapter 2 : An hunch and goodbye

FLASHBACK. (A fortnight in the past)

Y/N's POV

Yuji-Nii I am going to head out now , remember to eat and sleep on time I hav-

"Yeah Yeah y/n I know everything and I can take care of myself now you just go and win the competition it's not like am gonna awake some demon while doing our woodoo stuff in the occult club " said my older twin while cutting me off .

It's not going to be my first time going for some competition out of the town but this time I have a feeling a hunch that I should not. While sighing I bidded my goodbye to him

Ok Yuji-Nii I would be heading out then . Bye!! Take care !!

As soon as I got out of shabby but cozy apartment I saw my friends waiting down , I quickly descended down the stairs and greeted them and headed to the train station .

On our way to the station I noticed something that only I could , there are more of them here then there were since the time I was born, it was unusual. Those weird and creepy creatures are more in number than ever before the feeling that I had which told me to not too leave my older twin alone grew stronger but I knew that nobody but Yuji-Nii would be the happiest person if I could win the competition . Ignoring the unusual feeling I reluctantly boarded the train and headed to Tokyo.

After some hours we reached our destination, it was night ,we had a 3 days stay in Tokyo for the first 2 days we would be busy with the competition and on the 3rd day we would be having the award ceremony and some fun .

I got off the train and headed to Shibuya my group and I were aweed by the beauty of Tokyo we only visited Tokyo thrice but it was only a 1 day stay , so we didn't had time to discuss Tokyo like now . I was looking around for the hotel while admiring the busy market , and that's when my clumsy ness kicked in I bumped into someone and feel first on my butt .

Ouch . I winced in pain

" Are you ok?? " I heard an unknown voice. I looked up saw a boy maybe he was around my age.

Black obsidian spiky hair , green eyes , a spotless skin , he was like a rottweiler .

Yeah I am ok , just fell a bit too hard . I replied while maintaining the eye contact

" I sorry about my childish teacher he is just…… stupid he got excited about sweets and then you bumped into you and then you know . " said the green eyed boy in embarassment while offering a hand .

I turned a little and saw a lamppost like man with white hair giggling and drooling infront of the bakery.

'Ohh it's ohk but can you tell me where this hotel is . I asked while showing him the template of the hotel ." I asked

"Ohh yeah I know just go strait for 50 meters from here ."

I thanked the stranger and went back to my group , we checked in hotel all excited about the competition and our stay at Tokyo.

Second day

Waking up the nect day we all were ready for the competition I was checking myself for the last minute when the mirror broke out of nowhere . I was surprised at that it isn't a good omen my thoughts rushed to all of the possibilities I could think of from anyone getting hurt to us losing the competition to what not dazed by my own thoughts I didn't even noticed my friends calling me out to ask if I was ok .

We had to pay for the stupid mirror and checked out .

We boarded the train and gosh the trains in Tokyo are so damn crowded I was sandwiched between people and it was so so damn uncomfortable.

Swoosh thud

You creep what were you trying to do

Turing around I saw a jet black haired person pinning a man down on the floor . He snatched the phone from his hands and then scoffed saying " I am handing you to the police for taking someone's picture without their permission that too of under their skirts you creep " the boy then stepped on his face and pressed his foot more making the man lying down wince in pain . He than looked at me with his green eys and scolded me in annoyence " You need to be more carefull of your surroundings miss ."

It was than that i realised that the man on the floor was trying to take pictures of me I was taken back but then a sense of relief rushed to me that i was wearing safety shorts .

"Thankyou for helping me and I have always worn safety shorts but I am still thankful mister……… aren't you the boy from yesterday who was with the white haired lamppost " I said

He scoffed at me " That doesn't matters. "

He got out of the train with the man as the train had stopped.

Third Day

On the third day after the competition was finished I recieved a Phone call from Yuji-Nii on the way back to my house I was just about to tell him about win and that i would be at home in half an hour but what he told me next shook my core .

"GRANDPA ………… he is dead."

My fell out of my hand the train had just reached the station I ran straight towards the hospital.

Our grandfather was dead he was like a father to us and like our real father he bid goodbye without even me being there in his last time . He left us it had to be a lie there is no way he can be that cruel.

My own mind ate me I ran as fast as I could not caring that cars would run over me and I would be dead I had to see my grandfather no matter what ?

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So this is it for this chapter I know it's short but I have some stupid tests going on and am so so so sorry.

Thank you for reading

#megumi fushiguro x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #inumaki toge #maki zenin #megumi x yn #panda senpai #ryomen sukuna #yuji itadori #yuta okkotsu #gojo saturo #jujustu kaisen #geto suguru #Fushiguro Megumi

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soy-garbage · 3 months

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JJK SMAU RECOMMENDATIONS ! PART 2 !!

Hello everyone!! I finally got around to do part 2 of jjk smaus!! hope y'all enjoy it and again all the credit for the works goes to the amazing authors who made them, and if you wrote any of these and are seeing my post: AAA Thank you for the great content!!! ≧◡≦<33 keep being amazing!! (part 1 here!)

(Completed: ✿)

(On going: ★)

･:*SMAU SERIES! :

SpellBound / Megumi Fushiguro x Reader ✿

･:*synopsis// By no means did you hate soulmates, you just hated that he was your soulmate. not like megumi was ecstatic that he was your soulmate either. but that’s fine, both of you found someone else to keep you company.

Show Me How / Yuta Okkotsu x Reader ★

･:*synopsis// What happens when fans catch you eyeing yuta on your friends stream? could it be something more?

Soft and Lightweight / Megumi Fushiguro x Reader ★

･:*synopsis// In which megumi confesses to his sister's best friend after accidentally drinking at a party and how they try to go back to their original relationship afterwards. However, no matter how much they try to ignore each other and act like everything's okay, the awkward tension and growing heartbeats cannot be hidden.

You Always Had Me / Gojo Satoru x Reader ★

･:*synopsis// what would you do if your hot best friend agreed to fake date you to make your ex-boyfriend jealous? Will it ruin your friendship or will it prevail into something more?

≡Open Chat ≡Open CH / Gojo Satoru x Reader ★

･:*synopsis// Two streaming groups are introduced to one another through their chat and find out they happen to go to the same university. When they decide to collaborate an interesting bond begins to form between two individuals. When the internet is involved within your love life it’s natural that things begin to turn rocky, especially when the two has a not so cute background following them.. how do they get their name out there and release to the media that things aren’t as they seem? or how do they do they come to terms that they’ve became closer then they’ve realized.

Fashion Flirt / Megumi Fushiguro x Reader ✿

･:*synopsis// You’re a fashion student in your first year of college, beginning the end of 2nd semester project, which just so happens to be designing a collection of 3 outfits to be modeled at a fashion show in late May. Your classes host model auditions for designers like you to go pick your models. While everyone is able to write down a max of 20 people, there’s one boy that catches your eye you hope ends up in your final 3.

Sleepless Nights / Yuta Okkotsu/Toge Inumaki x Reader ★

･:*synopsis// Your second year of high school was supposed to be as boring as every other year, and for a while, that's exactly how it was. But an unexpected encounter with a mysterious boy one night suddenly makes your life more interesting.

Falling for you (and your streams!) / Megumi Fushiguro x Reader ★

･:*synopsis// Yn, a streamer who is roommates with Maki, Toge and Yuta, meets Maki's girlfriend on a certain stream. But what happens when Yn catches the eye of Nobara's best friend?

Flirting and Caffeine / Nanami Kento x Reader ✿

･:*synopsis// where yn, a newly hired barista (thanks to her brother) who also happens to master the reversed curse technique, meets Nanami Kento, a grade 1 sorcerer who favours the specific cafe that yn has started working at. He suddenly favours that cafe a little more than usual.

･:*SMAU ACCOUNTS! :

@lilsillycat

@saintkaylaa

@inmaki

@threewholeants

That's it!! if y'all would like me to do another part, please let me know!!!

check out all the accounts i tagged! i love their content and i'm sure you will too<3

thank you for reading ♡( •ॢ◡-ॢ)✧˖° ♡

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inumkii · 7 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ idiots to lovers - yuta okkotsu x reader

bullet point scenario

genre: fluff!! idiots to lovers (obviousllyyy)

wc: 1.3k

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ a/n: i figured it was better if i posted this instead of letting it sit in the dungeon (my collection of drafts that’ll never see the light of day)

okiee yuta timeee

i love annoying misconceptions and (falsely) heartbroken pining

the way i see it is that yuta strongly admires maki’s strength and resolve that, to you (who’s hopelessly pining after him), it can get mistaken as romantic ..

and it doesn't help that panda likes to be annoying about the two of them together ,,, it just all deflates your mood a little bit whenever you see them together

and you know you have no right to be sulking about this,, maki and yuta are your friends.. it shouldn't matter if they did like each other,, it's not something you could control

but you just desperately wish that yuta could look at you with the same level of admiration that he has when he talks to maki about sparring or whatever it may be

hell, he could barely look you in the eyes

it makes you a little sad seeing everyone’s friendship with yuta develope rapidly throughout his time at jujutsu tech,, but when it comes to conversing with you, things still feel a little different

its not like you two are merely acquaintances! you wouldn't hesitate to call okkutsu yuta a friend of yours,, but it's a simple relationship. not much complexity beyond your conversations during missions or gojo’s lessons

unfortunately for the both of you, you’re unaware of yuta’s affection for you

the reason why he doesn’t look at you with the admiration you wish for is because he can’t even look you in the eyes without getting too flustered ….

poor boy

he’s definitely gained a lot more confidence after joining jujutsu high, but it's still not enough to muster up enough courage to ask you to lunch or even have an in depth conversation without him getting too red in the face

he doesn’t know why you have this affect on him,, his previous relationship had been so easy- then again the carelessness of childhood was not a luxury he has anymore. though it was simpler, he knew he didn't have the mental capacity at such a young age to be overthinking shit like he does now

to add on, your friendship with toge has him struck with the familiar worries that you experience with maki

catching a glimpse of the spectators during his spar from the field, he can’t help but feel a little disappointed when he sees you seated a little too close to inumaki up on the bleachers.

“how long have yn and toge been friends?” he questions maki in the midst of their spar as he blocks her oncoming attack

“oh those two? just as long as we all joined jujustu high” maki switches to the defensive as yuta charges forward. yuta moves to strike her but maki smirks, “though i think they oughta start dating sooner later”

her words cause yuta to freeze for a split second and she shoves him to the ground, effectively placing herself on top of him. she holds her staff to his neck, signaling her win. one point for maki

she laughs in victory before lowering her voice back to her previous volume.

“i was kidding, by the way. there’s definitely no feelings between them” she helps the defeated (and visibly embarrassed) boy off his feet, “clearly there are for the two of you, however”

she struts back toward you, panda, and toge to retrieve her water, leaving yuta a flustered mess on the ground

and in that whole instance, you hadn’t heard any of that conversation

you had been leaned up against toge murmuring your complaints so panda, mediating the fight ahead, couldn't hear you

“they look good together” you say in self sabotaging pity

toge only shakes his head and disagrees

“okaka”

you’re sure he’s just doing this to make you feel better about yourself

“shes so pretty,, how couldnt he like her” you wail pathetically. toge is so fed up with this but its not he can just tell the other side how you felt (he would never rat you out like that though),, but hes certain yuta likes you back and that you're over analyzing him too much

he places a hand on your shoulder and waits for you to look up at him

the expression on his face tells you clearly, ‘you need to stop’

you sigh. toges right, he always is- but it still doesn’t do anything to quell your fears

and low and behold! your thoughts are interrupted by maki’s victory laugh. she was on top of him, rendering him unable to move

god you wished that was you………

you bury your head in your hands in utter frustration and groan. this is the worst feeling- you know you’re being stupid but jealousy is a disease and you’re dying over here!!

yuta swaps out with panda, who was waiting eagerly to fight the victor

he joins you guys up on the bleachers, seating himself beside toge. he quickly notices your distressed figure

“is,, everything alrigjt?” he asks tentatively

to his dismay, toge answers for you with a hum. this causes yuta to be a little peeved when it's him answering in your place- he tries to ignore it

you and inumaki seem way closer than you would ever be with him,,

but to yuta’s delight and your demise, toge stands up from between you (he doesn’t think he can stand to be sandwiched between the pining idiots anymore)

your blonde friend lets out a noise, motions to the line of water bottles at the bottom of the bleachers, and promptly leaves

yuta takes this opportunity to scoot himself closer to you, who’s still slumped over + wallowing away

“what were you two talking about?” he asks, trying to gauge why you’re sulking

you have to choose your words carefully. you couldn't just tell him you’re upset over something trivial like his spar with maki

“i’ve just been frustrated” you mumble vaguely

“frustrated?” he inches closer to you, trying to mimic toge’s proximity from before. he questions you with the utmost sincerity

“yeah. sorry i dont really know how to elaborate” you lift your head, deciding to stop staring holes into your shoes. you’re trying so hard to make this conversation not awkward- but your short answers don’t help your case at all.

“its alright, you dont have to talk about it if you dont want to”

if there's one thing you love about okkotsu yuta, it was how sweet he is

for the first time in the last hour or however long you had all been out on the field, you let out a genuine smile

“thank you yuta, i appreciate you”

his ears turn pink within a split second but nevertheless, he reciprocates your smile

the problem with conversing with you is that most of your conversations were too short

he could get so lost in your smile at times he finds himself silent, forgetting to carry on whatever you were talking to him about

this time he manages to snap himself out of it

“did you wanna hang out after practice? i mean- if you’d rather be alone right now that's fine to!” he knows he left the option to decline open but he hopes you didn't take him up on the latter,,

“that sounds nice.” you’re biting back a stupidly large grin

neither of you notice that maki and pandas fight had already concluded or that inumaki had been gone a suspiciously large amount of time to just grab a drink of water

makis smiling at the two of you up in your own world while toge almost sighs in exhaustion,

“sujiko”

(finally)

being around the two of you was quite a taxing event for them both

panda, on the other hand, is finally catching on- eyes shifting back and forth between you and yuta and his friends at the bottom of the bleachers in disbelief

it was an unspoken understanding between toge and maki that they should avoid panda becoming aware of the sprouting couple to avoid some- awkward comments, though he meant well

well, there’s no hiding it anymore with the two of you hopelessly blushing at each other + toge and maki’s shared smirks

before panda could say anything to disrupt the moment, his two friends were already dragging him off the field to avoid him opening his big mouth

“they wont notice we’ve left” maki says with a chuckle

“salmon”

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system-to-the-madness · 29 days

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Cherry Blossom Rests 🌸 Inumaki Toge x Reader

Pairing: Inumaki Toge x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 223 Warnings: mentions of wounds, blood Summary: After a mission, Toge and you rest under a tree

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“Toge, can you move your arm away? My neck hurts.”

“Okaka.”

“Asshole.”

With a groan you sat up enough to be able to grab Toge’s arm and move it away from where your head had been resting on it. Any other day you would have appreciated him offering his arm up as your headrest, but not today. You were sore all over from the mission you had just returned from. Your body was littered with small cuts, dust stuck to your skin and your sweat drenched clothes, and every muscle in your body felt like it had been robbed of any and all strength.

The mission itself had not really been dangerous, only exhausting. So much even, that you had fallen asleep in the train back home, and as soon as you had made it up the sheer infinite number of steps to the school, Toge and you had collapsed under the closest tree, not even bothering to make it back to your rooms. Here, on the school grounds you were safe from the prying eyes of public, so you had not made the effort to go further, and instead decided to rest here for a moment. Or a few moments. You had been laying underneath the blooming cherry tree for almost an hour now.

Toge protested loudly as you flopped back down, spread out like a starfish, but without the support of his arm this time. You knew he considered it his sacred duty as your boyfriend to always make sure you were as comfortable as possible.

“Toge, my neck hurts, stop it,” you protested as he tried to wriggle his hand back under your neck. “I just want to lay like that for a moment, okay? We can cuddle later.”

At your side, he whined, but pulled his hand away. You sighed quietly, focusing on the way your spine seemed to stretch out on the ground. It felt like a weigh was being removed. Experimentally you turned your head, trying to stretch out the tension in your neck, when suddenly something warm and heavy flopped down on your chest.

If you weren’t so familiar with this exact sensation, you might have been startled, but you knew what had happened, and so you just groaned a little from the way your chest got compressed by the suddenly added weight. Toge had thrown himself on top of you, arms around your waist, head resting on your chest, his bright hair tickling your chin.

“A warning next time,” you grumbled, but brought your hand up to his head anyway, running it though his strands. They were sweat and dirt coated. It had been over an hour since the fight had ended, but his body was still warm underneath his by now chilly clothes.

“Saamon Tsuna,” You should have seen it coming.

“You’re such a spoiled brat,” you sighed, craning your neck to press a kiss to the crown of his head.

Toge turned his head, resting his chin on your sternum and glanced up to you, indigo eyes scanning over your face as if he was uncertain whether you meant it. Of course, you didn’t, and he knew that, but sometimes you couldn’t shake the feeling that he still doubted your feelings for him. Was it really so hard to believe that you loved him? That idiot. But he was your idiot, and if you had to, you’d reassure him of your love for him until he got sick of it… which was a bold statement considering he always insisted he could never get enough of you.

“Okaka”, he pouted. I’m not a spoiled brat. “Takana-zuke.” You are.

“Oi,” you complained. “What did I do?”

Toge just kept pouting, giving you a moment to take in his appearance. You had been too exhausted to give him a proper once over, earlier only having made sure he was not injured too badly. Like yours, his skin was littered in cuts, his uniform dirty and still wet from sweat. At the corner of his mouth, he had missed a droplet of blood, that had by now dried and turned a dark shade of brown against his pale skin. He had used his technique too much, again. Over the past months he had gotten quite good at estimating how long he could use it, and how the impact of different commands shortened that time. But there were still moments where he went over his limits, and you hated it, hated seeing him hurt.

Reaching up, you ran your thumb over the corner of his mouth, trying to brush the dried blood away, but instead Toge turned his head to kiss your thumb.

“Hold still,” you demanded, “you have some blood there.”

Toge just rolled his eyes and pouted, but let you clean the small stain away, before looking at you expectantly.

“Tsuna Mayo,” he requested.

You furrowed your brows. “What do you want me to do?”

He rolled his eyes again, signaling you that he had expected you to understand him, before he pushed up on his hands and shifted himself so he could kiss you on the lips.

Something about Toge’s kisses always took your breath away. Sure, there were the heated kisses you shared in the privacy of your rooms, but even the smaller, almost innocent ones always made you swoon. His lips were soft and warm, his breath fanning over your cheeks in a familiar way as he pulled back after a moment to look down on you underneath him.

“Okome,” he whispered, making you smile. I love you.

“Okome,” you repeated to him, and satisfied you watched as a smile of his own spread over his face.

“Sujiko,” he smirked, lowering himself down again, so he could rest his head on your chest again.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” you complained. “You can’t make fun of me for saying I love you when you were the one who started it!”

“Shake.” Yes, I can.

“You’re awful,” you whined, your hand immediately finding its way back into his hair. “Why am I putting up with you again?”

“Takana-zuke okome.” You love me.

“Yeah, unfortunately.” You picked a cherry blossom petal out of his hair, the colour of the petal almost identical to that of his strands.

“Okome.” And I love you. Toge’s voice had gotten quieter, heavy, and you knew he was about to fall asleep.

“I know,” you whispered, carding your fingers through his soft hair. “And I’m so happy you do.”

Toge only hummed in affirmation, his eyes fluttering shut as he kept his ear pressed to your chest, listening to your breath and heartbeat. Warm sunbeams fell through the branches and blinded you, making you close your eyes too. Rationally you knew you should get up, go back to your room, shower, get patched up and write the mission report. But you really didn’t want to disturb your sleeping boyfriend. Besides, when would you get the next chance to cuddle with him on a spring afternoon under the blooming cherry trees? You sighed, relaxing against the ground. Nobody would mind if you took a little longer with that report. And if they did… their offence, no matter how big, could not compete with the feeling of peace that flooded your body from feeling Toge sleep with his arms wrapped around you.

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Every time

Loosely inspired by this cover

Notes: Inumaki Toge was always interesting to me

Word count: tbd

Pairing: Inumaki Toge x YN

Rating: 17+ acquaintances to lovers

Warnings: confessional kisses suggestive positions

The first time you encounter Inumaki, you notice him on the subway. He’s clearly wearing his school uniform, his hair is slightly disheveled, and his reusable burlap sack filled with light groceries seem to be on its last legs. He’s taller than you from what you gather and though his eyes look past you, whatever has had you in a foul mood suddenly dissipates over your head. This was the first time in three weeks you had noticed him. It’s a coincidence he’s boarding your usual B23 line right now, however from the stories your great grandfather mentioned when he was amongst the living, you knew people like Inumaki existed—

“Sorcerers, yn-chan. They’re more powerful than Shinto priests,” he says.

You were seven then when your childlike curiosity got a hold of you and you, being a fool, you break into the cemetery behind your grandmother’s house just to see the “curses” her father warned you about. Although now, a little over a decade later, you watch as Inumaki stands to leave, but before he does get off at the station for southern Roppengi, he feels a hand brush against his forearm.

Brilliant eyes stare down at you, intrigued brow raised at your boldness. You mouth out a “thank you” to him, signing a halo with your free hand, signifying the curse had dissolved. He nods, a calm smile crinkles his eyes as the train chimes signal the opening of the doors. You can see hints of a tattoo by what is exposed on his Cupid’s bow. His scarf flies behind him as the sudden breeze blows by.

Suffice to say Inumaki Toge is an interesting intellectual, yet when it came to rescuing his commute crush from a draining depressive curse, he chose to work up the courage to ask you for your phone number. You blink up with hopeful eyes before smiling to yourself at his phone. He doesn’t make a sound, but you can tell he’s shyly smiling to you through his scarf. His friend with blue eyes and a cosplay(?) sword strewn across his back gives you two a thumbs up.

“Classmate?” Your eyes bounce between the boy in front of you and his friend. He nods, lowering his scarf so you could see him mouth out “see you later,” and he waved at you promptly when their stop is called. You tell him to feel better so you can hear him talk, yet little do you know that the tattoos on the corners of his mouth are a family sign of what he does do post graduation…

Later that same week, you’re about to board the same train after your job at the netcafe concludes. You feel a familiar warmth behind you as you turn three-quarters away to see your now friend’s friend, the boy with large sad eyes give you a neutral worried stare.

“Inumaki got hurt,” okkatsu begins. “He asked me to find you.”

“You’re here to take me to visit, aren’t you?” Your voice is even though your nerves are making your mind worry. Inumaki, as you’ve learned, is quite proficient, kindhearted, and a little weird. Just a little, because as you’ve learned, he doesn’t talk much. Even if he does, it’s never toward you, his speech is always reserved for voice messages in the quiet of his dorm, like the one time he asked you to swing by during movie night. You do, and when you fall asleep curled into him, he stops himself from following his heart instead, even if you tend to curl into him a bit more as he adjusts himself to be a comfortable pillow for you. Together, you navigate the ingredient list of phrases he tells you, proving his efforts to talk normally are working. You’ve deciphered what a certain combination means on top of relearning sign language. You make a sign for “moon,” but you really tried to say, “I like you.” The message deciphered not more than three hours later when his classmates ask him about his crush confession. Inumaki blinks thrice and he stands up, furiously typing out how you signed “moon” and he agreed that the moon was pretty when he walked you home after your shift.

“Inumaki-San?” Okkatsu tilts his head to one side.

The others just laugh at the timing of their peer’s revelation.

Okkatsu knows as he walks the infirmary hall with you, he doesn’t want to tell you Inumaki was ambushed by a curse en route to the combini you frequent. Love is powerful, Okkatsu knows this, Inumaki and the rest know this. The shock is in the proof of the rage radiating off you as though you finally heeded your great grandfather’s ramblings. The stories he told you were true. Everywhere in the school halls had charms and when you see the school nurse raise an eyebrow at you and Okkatsu, she decides a phone call is in order to the principal and an old friend. You round the hall and find the occupied bed of a bandaged up Inumaki. Your aura dissipates to a rust dull hue, the anger is there and it manifests in a kitsune tail.

“Demon fox?” Rika whispers to Okkatsu who leaves to give you both some time.

Inumaki struggles to breathe a bit, until you place your steady hand on his chest.

“I’m right here,” you tell him. “I’m here now, Toge.”

His breathing steadies, a soft smile on his lips when he says your name. You stifle a snort as you caress his relaxed features. Waving your free hand above his forehead. A few witnesses sees into the room externally, curious blue eyes crinkle in delight. Perhaps the curses lingering around the patient seem to dissipate as your subconscious rage forced them to catch fire and fizzle out.

“Curious indeed Shoko-chan,” gojo’s voice comes through the speaker just fine.

“Seems like Inumaki’s friend has a target in her back considering he was ambushed on his way to visit them,” Shoko says. “Kids these days don’t really know the danger they’re in, Satoru. What do you propose we do?”

“I’ll talk to the principal and the elders. See what they say. For now, have an ID card ready so she can her studies there.”

“For her safety and the students, sure thing,” Shoko agrees.

A few minutes go by and as you press a good night kiss to your friend’s brow, you’re called by the doctor from earlier to the edge of the room. She sees the aura dissipating, but it stays lighter than before as you calm yourself down. The faint markings on your hand go unnoticed by you as she introduces herself. She explains in earnest about this school, not necessarily about your untapped potential, but because you by extended association with Inumaki and even Okktosu to a degree, has led your presence be known to all curse and curse-users alike.

“Does that mean I have to transfer schools doc?” You seemed tired, but determined.

“One of the other teachers will hold a meeting to see what the board says,” Shoko explains. “For now, I’m going to need your name, address, and current school information.”

You give her those as listed on a piece of paper. Your handwriting is nearly done, yet the doctor inquired about your knowing of sorcerers and curses—

“Great grandfather built a shrine for the kitsune before the wars; his family ran it until it had to be demolished two decades ago (the building was suffering from irreparable foundation loss). He told me as a child to be wary of walking home since he said there were ugly monsters lurking everywhere, but ‘not to worry, little fox. kitsune protect kids like you.’ Called me sensitive to the other world.”

Shoko nodded when you asked if she can stay the night in the girls dormitories. You texted your parents you were staying over a girlfriend’s house.

ᴍᴏᴍ: ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ꜰɪɴᴇ. ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʀᴀɴ ʟᴀᴛᴇ. sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ.

ʏ/ɴ: ℴ𝓀 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ． 𝒷ℯ 𝓈𝒶𝒻ℯ 💕

Come the morning, you don the clothes the doctor left outside the baths for you at the end of the hall.

“A dress, really?” You ask yourself, sort of laughing a bit as you flip it overhead. Your ID card is clipped on the lapel of the neckline as you head toward the infirmary. There was a sign in sheet for patient visitors and you follow instructions as dictated by the day nurse. He mentioned there was little change side from the bandages from the student your signed in to see.

“The morphine dosage should be reduced by now,” You suggest.

“Perhaps, but he fights in his sleep,” the nurse friends just a bit. “Doc says to monitor him while you’re here.”

“I see,” You walk past the desk. “Observe away I guess.”

You pull a chair next to your knocked out friend. You’re at first rigid, straightening your posture before relaxing into the seat.

“Morning, you’re looking worse for wear there,” you mumble. Your body leans forward, holding your arms to support your chin on your forearms atop they left side of his bed. The machine beeps dispensing fluid into his body.

“Come back to us,” You whisper. “Your friends need a sign, anything, really will do, To-kun. You’re stronger than this.”

You scoff, tilting your head to one side. “If your life hangs in the balance, I’ll visit hell myself and fight for your soul back boke.”

Inumaki, he twitches hearing your threat. His eyes drearily open a crack to see you at his side, a neutral expression he likes best on you stares off into the ceiling. He decides to try to say your name, but it comes out broken…and wrong. You sit right back up when his coughing gets worse as the nurse from earlier and Shoko rush in with both lozenges, throat spray on the form of an inhaler, and a pitcher. You’re advised as the machines he was hooked to start going haywire to leave for a moment as you see just for violent his ‘magic’ is: two words and the med team is rendered useless.

“Get. Off.”

The pair drop their hands, focusing on rather restraining the patient to actually efficiently removing the IV and O2 tube. They leave, you stare through the window curious if he’ll let you enter. Suffice to say he does, after hiding his pleased smile.

Your hands flutter a quick sign mentioning you won’t ask unless he wants to say what that was about. He shakes his head, returning the short hand of, ‘I’ll explain later. But first, why are you here?’

‘Yuuta said you were in an accident close to school. Said you could use a friend?’

‘Are we friends?’

You sit down on the foot of hood bed, clasping his hands together with your own.

“I think we’d be lying if we agree, Toge,” He squeezes your hands thrice times. He rests his head on the hands he raised. You run your hands through his tresses, it feels like comfort none of which he was able to experience thus far. “What does your heart tell you? Hmm?”

You watch when he signs on your face ‘the moon.’ You pause your ministrations promptly, started he remembered. He sees you a bit flustered, yet he draws in a deep breath, signing furiously so how he spends his days on campus waiting to leave to see you on the train, make sure nothing strange from his world followed you there, if so he tries to fight it.

“Like a few nights ago?”

Silence.

“Inumaki Toge,” you hold his shoulders, eyes dancing around in all seriousness. “Tell me the truth: how did you get hurt. What did you see?”

His eyes are wide with understanding. He sees the rage curse aura around you and though you’re not angry with him, he sees what could eventually be a problem. You’re unaware of what you can do, you can’t control it if it gets out of hand.

‘Strong enough to knock me unconscious and kill a god, maybe.’

You nod, then you punch his chest. Hard. He coughs dryly as he hits the pillow behind him. It’s like a 15kg gong weight hit hurled in his direction and he couldn’t dodge. You apologize quickly, gripping the frantic of the blanket around him, stressful frustrated tears stains the linen. Signing an flurry of curses at him, you remain poised enough to tell him if he ever tries to see you, to let you know. He doesn’t question why, when he pacifies your cries in his shoulder. A hand combs through the back of your head, shielding you from the pride of the sun outside.

The backlash aura dissipates the more he reassures you he’s not that bad of a fighter. A wet chuckle falls out when he cracked your face in his palms. You don’t cry often, and if Inumaki thought you were pretty before, seeing you worried like this (over him), makes you seem like a saint. There’s tissues on the bedside table he uses, after thumbing your tears away. He whispers a swift, “don’t cry,” before you feel him tilt your face a smidge higher. It’s the only time he’d imbue his family’s curse on someone he cared for truly, and you do. You stop long enough to let this acquaintance (?) crush of yours lock lips with you long enough to last a life time. You’re warmer than he is, but as it stands, your arms press against his chest before you open your eyes at him. You spell out the words, ‘again, slower, ok?’ just to see if he would listen. Fun fact, he does. You stay like this pressing reaffirming kisses to each other’s lips, cheeks, bruises before you’re called away by Shoko. Inumaki sheepishly looks away trying to hide his flustered hallow cheeks. Shoko looks at you, your hair a bit disheveled before taking you to see the principal.

“You two remind me of a certain flirtatious fortune of mine,” She stifles a laugh.

“Inumaki confessed,” You pout.

“I figured, yn.” She winks at you. “I’m a doctor, not a fool.”

You arrive at the door and as the pretty doctor struts away, she says “Good luck.”

In the room, you stand tall, walking forward with your head held high. On the one end, there are three gentlemen who seemed intrigued as to why you, who have claimed no right in being a part of their world, was summoned to put the mind of an injured student at ease. You answer their questions honestly. Rather, you give them enough of the truth that they can’t refute your transfer if prompted to. Thankfully, only one of them catches the ominous aura around you, the other sees a familiar mask markings in half your face. The old man? He sees and hears the sincerity in your voice as you formally bow to take your peace as there was nothing else to discuss.

“Look into their family history,” the old man says. “Then file the force transfer. I have a feeling Inumaki and Okkatsu might need a third friend their corner.”

Catching Inumaki a few hours later in the school library was not what you were expecting, but alas here you two were. In the mysteries section, almost being discovered when you turn around with him behind you. Your hands stretched out only to be eclipsed by his when you feel the sound of a book you needed assisted bringing down. You whine a little more messily than intended, but Inumaki keeps you steady with his other hand in your hip. He rubs his cheek against yours like a cat getting its familiar human.

“Inumaki, calm down,” you whisper scornfully through gritted teeth. “We can play confessional later, but right now, I…”

His lips purse at the nape of your neck and your knees feel like gelatin. “L-later, ok?”

His hands run up and down the sides of your dress until you actually consent and give in. Racing back to his room, you are freakishly quick in not holding back, stifling his odd affirmation with food with your mouth hotly pressed against his. Kisses aren’t supposed to be violent, yet here you both are lpremapping your brains to dictate what the other likes, dislikes, and everything in between. You guide his hands to rest in the back of your head and lower back, encouraging him to push you closer to him still. Feeling you smile under his touch drives Inumaki to crack open an eye to see you breath in tandem with him. Your hands loosely grip his hair while the other drags down the zipper of his sweater more. You feel the bandage under your finger tips and he winces,

“Show me next time,” you instruct him imploring him to do so. You’re a magician, he thinks this the longer you allow him to tease you like this; you’re pausing every time he readjusts his hold on you. The fabric dividing you makes you burn hotter than before. Inumaki can feel your temperature rise under his fingers. He draws your attention to a pause, he needs you to catch your breath as does he. If he weren’t as injured, he wouldn’t have cared. Listing off ingredients, you realize he forms a question.

“Sure, Toge,” You rest your forehead against his. “We can stop here.”

Uttering a thanks, you feel him peck your fingers as you zip up his uniform. His mouth and tattoos are hidden behind the fabric again; only you know how impossibly swift they feel against your own. Inumaki learns how dangerous loving someone can be. Even if at first they were friendly on the train.

You bid him good night as you exit the door, hand over your heart, trying to make sense of it all. Perhaps Love is fleeting in moments of grandeur, yet knowing he smiles like that just got you, it reminds you of hope all relationships will be put to the rest. Inumaki and you have truly wild uphill battle—and those who are waiting for your downfalls watch on.

Eventually, you are deemed a person of interest by both elders and scholars alike. Inumaki sees no problem with this, though his teachers approve the connection you two have. Okkotsu tends to join you in walking home from your night shifts when Inumaki isn’t available, yet whenever either of them are injured, you swing by Shikoku office for a visit. For the most part, life tends to give you a lot of lemons, but alas when you meet the rest of those associated with the sorcerer world, you are about to turn nineteen when you shield a friend via running a carved claw through the middle of a curse. Inumaki sees this, he’s just a few paces away, yelling a calm, “explode,” as your arm slides out of the entry wound. Your friend on the ground scrambled to their feet, running as far away as possible. Inumaki grips your hand as you make a break for it; the curse’s partner though, leaves you two alone as you’re too preoccupied shielding your face via a nerve wracking kiss.

“Shh,” he presses a palm to your chest. You nod, chewing your lip before ghosting over his with yours. He wraps your bloodied arm around his jacket, listening to your shallow breathing as the tourniquet is made taut. He’s comforting you through your muffled cries in pain, and it dawns on him the curses weren’t necessarily after itadori Yuuji or Okkotsu Yuuta… they’re after you. Inumaki watches the way your face twitches when you innocently steal a glance at him. You’re dragged into an invisible war, he knows the risks.

“What did you do?”

You kiss the corner of his mouth to say goodbye; running faster than before you shield him from an oncoming attack. Inumaki doesn’t hear from you for quite some time.

Almost a year passes, Inumaki is a year older and wiser. A bit bitter though after learning you had been given an ultimatum about being associated with the sorcerer world. He sweeps the courtyard now, thinking back to the weeks he was falling in love. Your bright smile helps him sleep, your carefully pinched brows hurt him more than any wound. However, when a familiar voice calls out across the street, Inumaki Toge drops his broom. He rushes toward you to meet you halfway; you’re older too, a few knicks and scrapes line your face like faint battle scars. Your clothes are solely your own, an all black and red attire, something he could see Aoi wear, are soft to the touch when he presses his forehead against you. You notice how Inumaki’s mouth still covered via the scarf you mailed out anonymously to him, but he presses his forehead against yours. Breathing you in means you’re here now with him, ready to face whatever curses are out to kill you—together.

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