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ponderingmoonlight · 5 months

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Gojo x wife reader request

Gojo’s wife has always been calm and collected despite any situation. She treats both the first and second years as if they were her own.When the elders call her in for a meeting about the first and second years she gets protective and reminds them why she’s called the White Snake Sorceress.

Hehe this was so fun to write, we love a strong and badass woman who takes no shit! Let me know what you think <3

Gojo's sweet wife showing her maniac side when it comes to protecting her precious students

Pairing: Gojo x wife!reader; wife!reader x students

Word Count: 1,5k

Synopsis: Despite Gojo's wife spoke vehemently against sending the first and second years on a way too difficult mission, the elders decided against her suggestion. Her calm and collected self changes drastically when she makes them regret their decicion...

Warnings: Gojo's wife being a menance to Jujutsu High elders lol, langugage, violence, Satoru Gojo enjoying every second of it, reader being like a mum, this is just pure comforting entertainment so enjoy hehe

„Hey darling, what are you up to this morning?”, your beloved husband mutters against your ear.

Shivers of comfort run down your spine immediately, you can’t help but embrace the love of your life with your arms wide open. Words can’t express how much you love Satoru Gojo, the man who stole your heart a long time ago and is now your husband. To this day you can’t put a finger on why he chose you. You, a calm and collected woman. You, who always keeps a cool head in every situation. You, who many people like Nanami describe as the complete opposite of him. But somehow you make it work. And god, how good it feels to wake up in his arms and greet him at Jujutsu High all over again.

“Oh, I was actually looking for my students. I haven’t seen any of them this morning, even though Maki usually goes for a run around this time”, you reply, face scrunched up in confusion.

You always cared for your students as if they were your own kids and Satoru can’t help but love you even more for it. The way you seem to know every minor detail about them, how you treat every single one with so much care while still teaching them hand to hand combat like none other, how they look up to you. It’s not a secret to anyone at Jujutsu High that your students love you just as much as you love them – even Megumi can’t escape a small smile as soon as you enter the room.

Knowing that, Satoru needs to swallow hard. Oh, you will totally go crazy if you hear where they are…Should he even tell you? Wouldn’t it be fun to let the elders deal with you? He knows how much you can change from your calm and collected self into a maniac if it comes to your precious students.

“Well, about that…”, he mumbles, scratching the back of his head just like Megumi does when he’s uncomfortable.

Your eyes dart towards him immediately, arms crossed in front of your chest. The face your husband makes doesn’t mean anything good, that’s for sure. Just a few days ago you talked for hours with the director and the elders about a potential mission for your first and seconds years. It would have been today if you aren’t mistaken. And all of them aren’t around…Your hands clench into fists, gaze piercing through him without any mercy.

“The elders decided on carrying out the mission despite your disapproval. Out students are on the way to where the special grade was last seen.”

“Is that so, huh.”

Your eyes darken in an instant, your cute and feminine features change so drastically that Satoru himself has to blink a few times. That causes trouble. And he’s totally here for it.

“Thank you for telling me, love. I will go and have a little talk with them.”

With a last soft kiss on his cheek you move towards the main building, towards the disgusting people who risk the lives of their students like there’s no tomorrow. Anger rises up inside your veins and almost takes your sight. You explained them over and over that a special grade curse along with who knows how much other strong curses is too much for only students to handle. Especially after they had to work so much lately, after they’ve been through hell and back, they aren’t capable of doing that alone. But instead of sending your husband and yourself like you suggested, they simply ignored your advice and sent them away without letting you know.

Enough of being kind and collected. You’ll show them a side of you they haven’t seen yet.

“What are you doing here, Gojo?”, Yaga Masamichi questions when catching a glimpse of you.

His heart stops for the split of a second. The way your stone-cold eyes dart towards him, your fists hanging unpromising down your body, your straight and confident walk…

No, he has never seen you like this. What happened that made you this mad?

“Are you responsible for the first and seconds years going on that suicide mission?”

While your voice does sound as collected as usual, the look on your face and how you position yourself in front of him tell otherwise. Of course, he is aware of the fact that you care about your students as if they’re your own children, but still…

“Me along with the elders. And as a teacher of Jujutsu High you are advised to accept that decision”, he replies without thinking twice.

You nod briefly, taking in his disrespectful words. Throughout all this time you taught here at Jujutsu High, you never lost your temper once, not even on the battlefield. You were always able to keep yourself together, no matter how rough the situation was. But this, the fact that they play with the lives of your beloved students like with dolls truly tests your patience to the brink.

“Follow me to meet them.”

You know exactly where does old farts are. Sitting on their asses in the room on the end of the hallway, drinking tea while deciding on the lives of others.

“Wait, you can’t just stomp in there”, the director shouts after you.

But you couldn’t care less. With a swift motion you swing the door open, exposing them sitting down just like you imagined.

“Satoru Gojo’s wife? What are you doing here? We didn’t ask you to come”, one of them barks at you.

“You all are aware of the fact that I could kill every single one of you without even blinking, right?”

Deadly silence hangs in the air, all pairs of eyes set on you in utter disbelief.

“(y/n)”, Yaga Masamichi breathes out behind you, the words that just left your mouth being so unusual for you.

What happened to the sweetheart of woman you are, the gentle smile that’s always plastered on your face, your calm and collected character of gold?

“And still, you foolishly decided on sending my students away. Into their certain death”, you continue.

It takes all of your strength to not lunge yourself at them. Who do they think they are to play with your student’s life like that? Aren’t they aware of the psychical damage that was done to Yuji when he fought against that special grade along with Nanami only a few days ago, when Nobara and Megumi almost lost their lives if it wasn’t for Shoko?

“I know how much you care about your students, but this is-“

“Shut up”, you hiss through gritted teeth at the man standing in the door.

“You will call my husband here and tell him to support my students within this difficult task. You will send both of us after them to make sure that no one gets hurt because all of them have been through enough horror the last weeks.”

“And what if we don’t? You are nothing but a teacher, no matter how strong you are and who your husband is”, the oldest of them interrupts you rudely.

The clicking of your heels against the ground runs shivers down their spine while you elegantly make your way towards the man with long white hair who spoke to you so foolishly. Before anyone in the room is able to react, you grab his throat and yank him upwards, head meeting the cold wall behind him.

“Then you will experience yourself why I’m called the snake sorceress. Do you know about the deadliest snake in the world? The inland taipan can send up to 230 humans 6 feet underground with a single bite. Be aware of the fact that I am able to wipe out this whole room without even blinking. Don’t ignore me when it comes to my students ever again or I’ll show you than I’m capable of more than smiling gently.”

You let go of him roughly, wiping your hands on your uniform.

“I expect your call within the next 5 minutes. And please inform my husband about your decision as well”, you announce into the room with your usual calm voice.

Without sending them a single look, you leave the room and building behind, humming to yourself while holding your face into the sun. Yes, that definitely felt good. Maybe that was enough to make them learn their lesson. You might be gentle, but you aren’t a special grade sorcerer out of nowhere.

“Look who’s there, the woman who just threatened the higher ups of Jujutsu High all on her own. Did you really choke that man?”

Your husband grins at you widely, his blindfold already taken off. You simply shrug your shoulders and smile at him.

“Apparently I was able to convince them somehow. Come on, we should get going. I hope all of them are alright…”

“With a mum like you, they’ll definitely be.”

Your head darts towards your husband warningly, hands holding onto his shoulders.

“Don’t say it like that, I’m their teacher”, you clarify.

“And you care about them as if they were your own kids.”

“Well, someone has to do this, right?”, you reply with a cheeky smile before rushing to aid your students.

Hopefully they’ll never forget the lesson you taught them today.

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nanaminani · 2 months

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It comes as a surprise when you learn that Gojo Satoru’s love language is physical touch.

With Infinity as a constant barrier, there’s not much that’s allowed to actually touch him– maybe that’s why it’s so intense for him. After feeling nothing against his skin for days, weeks, months on end, it’s no wonder that the smallest brushes have Satoru melting like a cat in the sun.

The first time you see him drop Infinity, it’s to hug Megumi.

There’s no change to illustrate the shift in energy, but as soon as you see the boy’s face press into Satoru’s shoulder and his hands curl in the back of his uniform, you know.

The first time Satoru lets down Infinity for you, you don’t see it so much as feel it. Barely there, just the brush of a few fingers against yours. He doesn’t even look away from the book he’s reading, the cocky fucker. Neither of you say anything about it,

After that, he can’t seem to stop.

Just little touches, ones that could have seemed accidental if not for the painfully clear focus he has to put into allowing the contect. The soft kick of his shoe against yours under the table. An arm around your shoulders, heavy and warm. Satoru’s touch is near constant, but neither of you seem to be complaining. Just the opposite, in fact.

It may seem small, but you’re impossibly brightened by the gesture every time.

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random-icons-stuff · 5 months

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🤎 itadori yuji & kugisaki nobara matching icons - jujutsu kaisen 💗

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flwrtalgi · 8 months

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that’s all, folks!

this is loosely based on that one official art of satosugu hehe 🫶

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hieronymph · 4 months

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Anti-Capitalist King Nanami Kento

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mixakuu · 3 months

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mvffy0 · 15 days

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grabbing an afternoon snack with nanami please 🫰

“Snack Run!”

salaryman Nanami Kento/F!reader

Nanami is ooc in this one, sorry 😔 hes hard to write.

took the story in a bit of a diff direction from your request!

not proofread!

There was something about you that Nanami simply could not pinpoint. Something about you that ignited within him a feeling that was completely foreign.

You were quite an ordinary, if not painfully plain woman. Similar to his other simple, middle-aged co-workers, he assumed you had a basic upbringing, following the path craved out for humans with no cursed energy from the moment you were born. To grow, learn, graduate, and end up at some dingy 9-5, working until there is nothing left in you. That was your—and everyone else at this corporate firm's—responsibility in life. That much, Kento was aware of.

You were a respectable person, a dependable coworker, and an admirable associate. Ideal for the workplace and easy to be around, as was expected from anyone who wished to succeed in any field. Yes, you were completely, totally ordinary. A regular human, unaware of the dangers of curses that lay dormant, coexisting with people every day. A completely straightforward and unassuming woman.

That’s what he tried to convince himself, at least. He did not see a reason to pursue a relationship with you outside of work, but there were times when, even against better judgment, he wished he could.

Even after renouncing Jujutsu and making the ultimatum to enter the 'real world’, Kento would be lying if he said he did not find it difficult to adapt. Not when everyone around him went about their lives, blissfully unaware of the dangers that lurked. His past haunted him, and the tiny curses he pretended not to see while in the city served as a painful reminder of the life he ran away from.

Nanami was not one for human relations. He did not see an urgent need for it. After joining a regular company and assuming the bleary job of a salaryman, Nanami was convinced that that was what he would spend his days doing, no matter how unfulfilling. Because, to Kento, anything was better than jujutsu. Any alternative was innumerably greater than the one thing that caused his best friend's death. Kento rejected jujutsu and, unintentionally, along with it, repudiated any sort of relationship, be it romantic or platonic. He avoided company events, never showing up to parties or joining the others for drinks. His intentions when working were to work. There was no time to waste and no reason to pursue friendships with any of these people.

They were different from him. They were unable to witness the horrors that he did regularly, nor were they plagued by the constant grim reminder of their existence. Never had these people, with their own hands, eradicated a curse or inhaled the sickening stench of one in its final moments. They did not bear witness to the terrifying aftereffects of a curse's murderous rampage. They were far too different, and every waking moment spent with his oblivious peers made it all the more apparent. He found it incredibly hard to relate to such a heedless crowd, and keeping up a good relationship with such unaware souls sounded exhausting. So he didn’t, preferring to keep to himself at the edge of the circle of workers, always withdrawn and minding his own. This, he decided, was the ideal way to get by.

This didn’t make him a hardy person; don’t get him wrong. Nanami cooperated when needed and made it a point to not be overbearing, obnoxious, or hard to work with. All this meant was that to get close to Nanami, you would need to cross leaps and bounds, overexerting your emotional limits and trying your hardest to keep the stony, aloof blond man at arms length.

And for some reason, that was exactly what you did.

You, who were just as boring and plain as everyone else. You, who despite his cold demeanor, made every effort to get close to him. You, who no matter how many times he intentionally shut the door leading to the lush garden that was your blossoming kinship, grabbed a crowbar and forced it open time and time again. No moment with you was dull, he realized, and at times he found himself subconsciously seeking you out when entering the office. Because of you, Nanami's days were a little brighter, and though he would never admit it, you were growing on him.

Which is why, when you swung by his neat little cubicle during lunch, a grin adorning your face and wallet in hand, politely requesting that he join you for a 'snack run’, just the two of you, he could not find it within himself to refuse.

Not when you looked at him like that.

Not when your innocent yet exceedingly observant gaze sent riveting emotion through his very being, feelings of confusion, excitement, wariness, and yearning amalgamating to form one huge, lumpy ball of mixed emotion far down inside. Often did Kento feel that you could see right through him, and he was thoroughly convinced that your piercing eyes were constantly peering into his soul, deep into the corners of his being where his most confined secrets lie. Secretly, it scared him, and even more covertly, he found himself enjoying your deliberate gaze, so long as it was on him, and only him.

Was it obvious he felt the way he did?

He rose from his chair in silent agreement, grabbing his keys from his drawer and beckoning you to follow suit.

Confused, you hesitated for a split second, before he turned slightly, his sharp side profile facing you.

It wasn’t for long, but Nanami caught your momentary confusion. He really needed to get better at communicating.

“I’ll Drive.” He stated curtly, waiting for you to catch up before exiting the building together.

•••••

Nanami drove a small, modest car, you noticed. You seem to be noticing a lot about him these days. From the calm yet cautious way he carries himself, almost unsure if the way he’s doing things is okay, down to his small habits you doubt he noticed himself, like the slight twitch of his eye when a subordinate tried to talk to him for too long or the grim look on his face as he politely declines yet another invitation for drinks with the company. You noticed everything about him, from his sharp, well-kept clothing, with never a wrinkle or stain in sight, to the gray streaks in his hair and the crows feet growing in the corners of his long eyes. There was one thing, however, that caught your attention after getting to know the man for the year that you've worked as a salarywoman.

You could sense a hidden turmoil within the man, courtesy of growing up with some…complicated siblings. The result of an unknown, unseen attack on your home and parents left you, the eldest, to care for two traumatized children, who were left practically nonverbal from the attacks, and because of this, had immense trouble voicing emotion. You weren't completely aware of the details as you weren't home at the time of the attack, but you could faintly recall the days after, when your brothers spluttered nonstop about seeing something horrifying before completely shutting down. While hopping from home to home, you spent a good chunk of your life guessing what your two younger brothers were feeling, using your enhanced judgment to properly care for your broken family in unfamiliar places before your inevitable separation with your only family, courtesy of the foster care system. It was frustrating, but because of this, you had learned to read people early on, and your coworker Nanami was a huge, hulking red flag when it came to stress and self-doubt. And, whether through instinct or habit, you had found yourself drawn towards the man.

•••••

The car he drove was simple and likely a calculated purchase. It wasn’t extravagant, yet not dingy either. It didn’t stand out at all; however, you had a feeling that was exactly what he was going for. It was, overall, a suitable car for a salaryman and a fitting car for him. Sporting a dark, sleek gray color with sharp edges and black accents, the car's seemingly hardy features closely resembled the man next to you. You’ve heard that a lot of people look like their cars, and Nanami’s seemed to match him almost to a tee. The thought was quite humorous, and you bit back a laugh as you lowered yourself into the car, Kento holding the door open for you before closing it with care and entering from the opposite side.

Frankly, you had no idea why Nanami agreed to come with you, and, Frankly, you were over the moon!

At first, you were drawn to Nanami’s closed-off demeanor and his stoic face, which looked as though it held a never-ending catacomb of dark secrets. You wanted to analyze the man, study his inner workings, and grasp his deep-seated desires. Call it a nasty habit, but you wanted nothing more than to pry open his thick shell and coax him into the outer world. It was your way of expressing your desire to befriend the silent, reticent man.

The thought was consuming at first; however, as you got to know the man, you could not avoid the growing romantic attraction and tasteless enameration that formed for Nanami Kento. Your previous desire for friendship had blossomed into something more, and before long, you found yourself longing for the man from cubicle #3.

You wanted to be with him, to hold him, to reassure him, and to tell him everything would be okay. You wanted him to smile for once, to smile at you. You wished for nothing more than to see him happy and make him laugh, and your desires quickly took shape in the form of a silly workplace crush.

You steadily grew your relationship with the man, and before long, it became your little custom to offer him lunch or ask him to accompany you on meaningless tasks. He rarely accepted and was yet to seek you out himself; however, you summed up that it was due to his reserved persona, and as long as he wasn’t bothered by your flow of invites, you had no intention of stopping them.

•••••

The car ride was becoming increasingly silent, and awkwardly so. Nanami was not one for idle conversation. He preferred conversations that were short and to-the-point and promptly deemed it a waste of time early on in life, but now he realizes he was foolish to dismiss such an inane skill. He peered at you from the corner of his eye, the dark tint of his glasses masking his examining gaze.

You seemed content simply looking out the window, most likely lost in thought, he mused. Yet the silence was deafening, even for him. He turned his eyes back to the road ahead before your sweet voice drifted into his brain and consumed his thoughts, interrupting his previous mental vomit.

“Would it be alright if I played some music?” You looked at him expectantly, smiling as you waited for an answer.

“Go ahead.” was all Kento could manage. He could feel his composure slipping, and for the first time in a long, long time, he could feel his hands getting clammy and his body getting stiff. Sure, he was grateful that you were the one to break the silence, but did he seriously have to clam up after just a few words spilled from your mouth? God, just what kind of effect did you have on the poor man? He silently prayed you didn’t catch onto his outlandish behaviour as he gave you directions on how to connect your phone to the car's speakers, his eyes never leaving the road ahead of him.

Soon, music filled the car, and Nanami was more than shocked to hear that it was a song he recognized. It was from his high school days, and although it was a rather…corny pick for an adult, he could not bite back the grin that grew on his features, and before he knew it, he had forgotten his previous anxieties and blurted out the start of a conversation.

“I didn’t know you liked this band.” He said, voice laced with amusement.

“I know it’s not an ideal pick for an adult,” you smiled sheepishly. “But I’ve liked this band since high school. It’s been stuck with me ever since.”

“The same goes for me. Though I don’t tend to listen to music very often nowadays,” He was smiling fully now, entirely enjoying just conversing and driving around with you.

“What’s your favourite song from this band? Or, was, Back when you were in school, I mean?” You leaned towards him in your seat, your eyes locked onto his driving form. He chuckled, his deep voice reminding you of thick, running honey, oozing into your mind and blocking all rational thought as it coated its walls with its sweet, sticky, irremovable substance. It was outright music to your eager ears. That was the first time you'd ever heard the man laugh, and as he began to recall his outlandish childhood music taste, you replayed the mellifluous laugh in your mind. The car's heavy awkwardness was soon overridden by the sweet melody of stories and laughter.

•••••

The ride to the convenience store was short and pleasant, yet a thought bearing confusion lingered in your mind. The place in which you and Nanami worked was smack dab in the middle of a busy, bustling Tokyo, so there was no doubt a convenience or grocery store near your workplace. Multiple, that were in fact, so near that it made no sense for you to take a car to one 10 minutes away. There was a closer one that you frequented during lunch hours, and it was true that the small store nearest to your place of earning lacked a plethora of snacks you particularly enjoyed, but he couldn’t have known that, right? You stuffed your concern back from which it came as you entered the store—the chime of the automatic door announcing you and your companions arrival. He grabbed a basket and motioned for you to walk beside him as you strolled into an aisle.

“We should split up so we can save time. Is there anything you want?” You asked the towering man beside you.

“Actually, I was hoping we could go together.” His words surprised both himself and you, however it was far too late to retract them. “It’s a relatively small store, so we won’t be wasting time. Is there anything particular you had in mind?” He inquired, not failing to gaze at you directly throughout. His eyes shoved the image of scintillating morning dew cascading off of verdant green leaves into your mind, and like a sailor navigating their way through a raging storm, you felt yourself washing adrift within his watchful eyes. You were down nefariously bad for this man.

It wasn’t until he cleared his throat at your lack of response that you were snapped out of your trance. A stuttered apology fell from your lips, and as you regained your composure, your previous inquiries fell upon your mind, dissipating whatever answer you were forming to his question.

“I was wondering,” you began, choosing to look at the wall behind him to save yourself from repeating your embarrassing actions. “Why didn’t we just go to the store near the company? It would’ve been much easier.”

“I remember you saying this store had better snacks, that’s all. Come now; we should get going.”

He answered without looking at you this time before dipping into a random aisle under the guise of spotting something he wanted. Had you really mentioned that before? Wait, even if you had, did he seriously remember? Either this man had an impeccable memory or… OH.

You didn’t want to get ahead of yourself, but the look on his face as though he was caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to before entering the lane and the pink tinge on his ear as you now walked behind him was conformation enough that he considered the two of you friends. You were beyond excited, especially since this meant Kento viewed you in a (kind of) similar light. Even if yours was in a more romantic sense. You appeared to be close enough now to allow some teasing, no?

“You were thinking about me, weren’t you?” You cooed, striding up to your flustered coworker. He grabbed something off the shelf and shoved it into the basket, ignoring your teasing and instead busying himself with reading the label on some random item, his nose scrunched in slight annoyance at himself for being so careless. There were numerous thoughts whizzing through his cranium. Had you figured him out? Were you going to reject him? Or assume he was just being caring in a platonic way? It was true that he came to this specific store because it had snacks you liked, but he didn’t think you would catch on. He’d have to tread lightly from here on out so as not to give his true feelings away.

“I just happened to remember.” He grumbled, adjusting his glasses and watching you place a rather peculiar item into the basket. Maybe it was his turn to tease you and swiftly shift the focus from himself.

“Since when did you like black liquorice?” He quipped, shooting you a knowing gaze.

“I just happened to remember that you liked it,” you answered, directing his previous words back at him.

“Thinking about me?” He said the words lowly in a way that shouldn't have made your face feel hot, mimicking your prior teasing and causing both of you to erupt in laughter, although his was much more hushed.

Your excursion took a surprisingly delightful turn and continued like this for some time, the two of you sharing playful banter like you had known each other all your lives instead of one meager year. Unbeknownst to you, he was infinitely glad you had brushed his previous actions of choosing this store just for you off as meaningless. The two of you walked to the register, with you laughing at something he had said prior to reaching your current location.

“You mean to tell me,” You cackled, holding your stomach in slight discomfort from earlier intense laughter. “You had an emo side part back in high school?”

“That’s not what I called it, but, yes. It was embarrassing, but nothing comes close to that pixie cut you said you had. What a horrendous choice.”

For the first time, Nanami didn’t mind that he was (but mainly you were) being loud in a public space. Social etiquette could throw itself out of a window for all he cared. Because, the way you were smiling right now, at a story HE told, it was as if you had hung the stars in the sky, judging by how giddy he felt. He had to admit, he was completely enamoured, so much so that checkout and paying for your hefty load of confectionaries (much to your protest) went by in a blur. Before long, you were out of the store, across the cracked parking lot, and reaching his dashing vehicle, the afternoon sun hanging high in the air. He wordlessly went through the rituals of opening your door for you before going in through his own. The ride back was indistinguishable from the one there, save for the air of familiarity the previous one lacked.

•••••

“I had fun, Kento. Can I call you Kento? I should’ve asked before, sorry .” You grinned at him, exiting the car but making no move to enter the looming building before you. There were 20 minutes left of your lunch break.

“It’s completely fine. I had fun too.” He assured, mirroring your actions. A thin silence hung in the air, before you cocked your head towards the company premises, beckoning him to walk alongside you.

You strolled up to the building, a conflicted look on your face all the while. What were you thinking about? he wondered. Did you secretly have a bad time? Did he do something wrong? Suddenly, you stopped dead in your tracks just inches from the entrance, a confused Nanami halting in front of you and turning around to shoot you a bewildered look.

“I haven’t properly thanked you yet, Kento.” You said softly, your view rising from the dusty sidewalk beneath you to the unreasonably attractive man before you. Meeting his leafy eyes was a struggle, and it took quite a bit of control to not lose yourself within them. “So, Thanks a bunch, Nanami. I really appreciated it.” You finished, deciding that just a verbal thanks would not suffice. Holding him lightly by the tie, you mustered the courage to place a tender, yet grateful peck on his sharp jaw, not quite reaching his full cheek. You desperately hoped he would brush it off as gratitude, had he not reciprocated your feelings.

You were fully prepared to sidestep him and walk into the workplace when, without warning, he grasped your shoulder, lifting your chin upwards and meeting your shocked gaze. The fact that you had unintentionally returned his feelings gave him the confidence to pull through. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to kiss you all over.

“Is this alright?” He asked, his warm breath fanning over your face. Nanami smelled fondly of musky cologne and something else you failed to identify, yet it left you captivated all the same.

Your hands were clasped awkwardly in front of your chest, unsure of what to do. Nanami, noticing this, took them in his hands and placed them on his broad shoulders before repeating his question. With half-lidded eyes, you gave him the green light, and not for a second did you regret your choice.

Though the kiss was short, courtesy of being situated right in front of glass doors, and in public to boot, it did not fail to convey the unbridled passion the two of you held for each other. He kissed you tenderly and fervidly, and you had no choice but to relay Kento’s passion tenfold. The moment your lips parted left you yearning for more, a small involuntary whine voicing your emotion. Nanami smiled down at you, one hand on your waist and the other pressing a button on his keys, hand outstretched to lock his car.

“If you’d like,” he whispered, cutting the contact he had on you and retreating both hands to his dress pant pocket. He motioned to open the door to the building, placing one hand on the push handle before continuing. “We can meet here after clocking out.”

“To finish what we started?” You asked, half teasing and half desperately hoping that was what he meant.

“No, to get your grocery bags from my car.” He said bluntly, relishing the dejected look on your face. “And, to continue where we left off.” He entered the building with long strides, but not before giving you a coy, suggestive grin.

You stood there on the pavement, dumbfounded and jaw agape. He seemed to be better at teasing than you were. Also, had he just?? Did he seriously-?? No coherent sentence or thought could be formulated within your mind, and the soft ache of your lips only added to your longing for the cream-haired man. Safe to say, you would be giddily awaiting the end of your shift, not just for the snacks.

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gothgirldomainexpansion · 3 months

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What the hell have I been roped into

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꒦꒷♡ Nighttime Taxi ♡꒷꒦

❥ Author's Notes:: Toji's night out sparks within you concern as he fails to return home before midnight. Upon calling him an unknown man answers the phone for Toji. You venture out to retrieve your drunken lover who yearns the comfort of your presence and touch of your embrace.

❥ Content Tags/Warnings:: toji, sfw, reverse comfort, gentle, wholesome, toji confesses, drunk toji, evil men, determined y/n, aftercare, cuddles, blankets, forehead kisses

❥ Master List Category:: Musclebound -> Toji is ripped... as always.

❥ Word Count:: 1,632

As the night unfolded, its grasp tightening with each fleeting moment, you recall earlier in the day Toji's plan to go out with some acquaintances for a casual drink. Acknowledging his recent displays of restraint in indulgence you gave him permission. You were hopeful that tonight would offer him a well-deserved break and a chance to unwind from the stresses of last week's work.

With midnight approaching the details of his plans gnawed at the corners of your consciousness, and apprehension descended.

Your initial reluctance to grant Toji permission stemmed from months ago when you had made him promise to abstain from alcohol and seek help for his lack of control. He honored his word, and believing he matured and would exercise restraint you allowed him to go. This night would be the night that your trust would be bitterly tested, leaving you to lament the decision you made.

"Hello? Toji-" Your call is promptly answered, but before you can continue, you're abruptly interrupted by a voice on the other end of the line. Yet, to your surprise, it's not Toji who responds.

"What's your deal?" Asked the person in a gruff tone with a hint of slurred speech.

"I'm looking to speak with Toji," you express, the anticipation evident in your voice, yearning for the comfort of his presence.

You're unfamiliar with the individuals Toji had ventured out with. All you gleaned was his avoidance of labeling them as friends and instead referring to them as strangers. The uncertainty of their nature and intentions looms ominously as you realize their potential to dictate whether Toji returns home tonight.

"Oh, really? And who might you be?" The man on Toji's phone questions, his tone dripping with entitlement and a hint of arrogance.

"I'm his wife-…" You utter, choosing the title deliberately, knowing that the mention of a wife would likely usher them into action. Any man knows that a call from the wife while in a bar is not a call you want to miss.

"Ah dammit! Toji, the wife's on the phone!" The man shouts. In the background, you hear the clatter of overturned drinks followed by a familiar chuckle.

"Wife huh~, I don't recall tying the knot. Hnnnng~ maybe you got the wrong number." He slurs, his voice laced with drunken flirtation. Oblivious to the fact it's you on the phone despite your name being displayed in the contact bar. He's far too intoxicated to discern anything coherently.

"Toji, it's y/n. Where are you? You've been away all night, and I'm starting to get anxious," you utter, your voice trembling with concern.

"I'm… I'm still at the club, babe… What time is it?" Toji mumbles, his voice thick with the haze of sleepiness.

"It's half past midnight. You were supposed to be back an hour ago." Your words tinged with urgency.

"Nuh uh~, you're lying to me." He chuckles in a playful manner.

"Toji, I'm coming to pick you up okay." You emphasize that you don't want him to even consider driving back home or relying on his equally intoxicated friends for a ride.

"But baaabe~ I can like- hn, handle driving home… I don't want to be a bother to you." Toji protests, he feels it would be a burden to have you drive out so late. In his drunken state, he's prone to expressing his emotional vulnerability, explaining his gentleness and consideration.

"Listen to me. I'm worried sick and if you even think about getting behind the wheel, you'll be in serious trouble!" Your words carry a stern tone, leaving no room for negotiation. Toji sighs heavily, recognizing the gravity of the situation.

"…I'm sorry." Toji's voice carries a somber tone, weighted with remorse. He had hoped to give you a night free from his presence, but instead, he has only caused you anxiety and worry.

You call a taxi and arrive at the club he's at. Stepping out of the car, you notice a cluster of men standing off to the side, smoking cigarettes and sharing laughs as they cast sidelong glances in your direction.

"You must be Toji's woman, huh?" remarks a man from the cluster, his tone suggestive whilst eyeing you up and down.

"Willing to bet Toji shares?" Another man chimes in, eliciting laughter from the group. Their objectifying behavior disgusts you, and you find yourself repulsed by their inappropriate behavior.

"Where's Toji?" you demand with your grip on the straps of your purse tightening as you struggle to rein in your anxieties and hold back tears threatening to spill.

"If I remember correctly… Yeah, he was with some blonde girl in the back. They were getting a little handsy." One of the men remarks crudely.

"They might be getting even more than just handsy now~. That was about fifteen minutes before you got here." Another adds, his tone dripping with suggestive innuendo.

"If you're up to it… Me and you could get handsy ourselves in the bathroom. Why don't we make Toji jealous?" Another man suggests, his words oozing with lewd intent.

You realize that these men have no intention of offering any help and are only interested in harassing you for their entertainment and sexual favors.

"Do. Not-" You swallow your disgust, in the pit of your stomach churns anxiety, anger, and worry. The very suggestion sends a shiver down your spine. Toji would never do anything like that, not even because he's drunk.

In reality, these people were lying to you. Toji wouldn't be able to overcome the guilt that would gnaw at his conscience if he were to cheat on you. Toji shares with you the sentiment of commitment. While he was drinking to alleviate the stresses of work, he also wanted to distract himself from the absence of your company, a fact he could never openly admit.

Swallowing your anxiety, clenching your fists, you hurry up the stairs, eager to distance yourself from those unsettling men.

Upon entering the club you scan the crowd, determined to find Toji. Making your way to the bar, you show the bartender a photo of Toji, asking if he's seen him and where he might be.

"Oh, him… Yeah, he went upstairs a little while ago." The bartender nervously reveals.

"What's upstairs?"

"…The karaoke rooms… and, uh… additional services." He responds with discomfort present in his voice. It's not the first time someone's partner has inquired about their whereabouts, only to discover them engaged in something they shouldn't be.

You stomp upstairs fuming with impatience and exhaustive fury, flinging open each door in your path until you finally stumble upon Toji.

He's nestled in an empty karaoke room littered with abandoned drinks and an unpaid tab totaling in the hundreds. A mixture of relief and disbelief wash over you as you take in the scene before you. Toji lies sprawled on the couch, fast asleep and still murmuring as if he's in the midst of a conversation on the phone with you.

"Toji…" You reach out to gently rouse him, but before you can, he utters something disheartening.

"Hn- You deserve better… I just… I keep messing up and making you upset…" His voice wavers, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I'd understand if… if you didn't want to deal with me anymore… I must be so frustrating… you'd probably be happier if I just… stopped…" Toji's words are tinged with despair as he sinks deeper into the sorrow brought on by the empty bottles scattered across the table.

"Toji, that's not true!" You interject firmly, tears welling in your eyes. The notion that you could ever feel that way about him couldn't be further from the truth. Despite occasional annoyances, like his constant barrage of hugs and kisses, you cherish his presence deeply.

"Y/n?… What are you doing here-?…" Toji opens his eyes partially upon being woken up by your voice.

"I'm here to take you home…" You affirm in a soft voice.

After settling Toji's portion of the tab and leaving the names and numbers of his unsavory acquaintances on the remainder of the bill, you gruelingly guide a stumbling Toji outside.

You manage to flag down a taxi and help Toji inside. As you settle into the taxi, you notice that the group of men from earlier has vanished, confirming your suspicions—they never had any intention of ensuring Toji made it home safely.

As the neon lights of the city blur past the taxi window, you glance down at Toji, who is hugged around your waist, sprawled across the backseat, and emitting a gentle snore akin to a contented cat. With tenderness, you caress his hair and watch over him during the journey home.

The taxi eased to a stop in front of your apartment. You assist Toji out of the car, guiding him up the stairs with cautious steps. He leans heavily against you, his head resting atop yours, while you wrap an arm around his waist, doing your best to support him.

Once inside, you lead him to the couch, where he sank down with a sleepy groan. You fetch him a glass of water and a cozy blanket, draping it over his shoulders before settling down beside him.

"…Thank you." Toji mumbles, his words slurred but carrying a somber sincerity.

You smile softly, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.

"You're welcome, love." You utter. Warmth and affection envelop you and Toji.

In this moment there's nowhere else you'd rather be than beside Toji, caring for him after a night filled with twists and turns. Holding him close with no intention of letting go as he rests his head upon your chest. Toji and you drift off to sleep in each other's embrace, the troubles of the night melting away in the comfort of your shared love.

❥ Ending Notes:: It was requested that I do more comfort and reverse comforts in regards to Toji. :3 I think this is a very sweet sentiment. Toji in a perfect world is surrounded by those he loves and those that love him. And for once I finished a fanfic before 0300 AM KST. :D!! I'm not eepy.

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ponderingmoonlight · 6 months

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Megumi's little sister falling head over heels for Yuji (and maybe Sukuna?)

Pairing: Megumi's sister x Yuji; Megumi's sister x Sukuna; Megumi's siter x Mugumi sibling dynamic (Megumi being a cool big bro)

Word Count: 2,7k

Synopsis: After being set on a mission with your crush Yuji, your big brother and Nobara, things don't go as planned as all and force Yuji to sacrifice himself before you have the chance to tell him how you feel. Until Sukuna appears...

Warnings: drama over drama, hurt over hurt, but also a lot of fluff

Notes: I hate to brag about my own work, but this is honestly one of my favorite fics out of my own feather so PLEASE interact in some kind of way with it - will be forever grateful <3

Tags: @sunshine7queen @selen1um-hexafluoride @sanicsmut (tagging you bc I bet you'll like that)

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, just one look at the boy next to your brother is enough to make your heart skip a beat. Yuji Itadori is a walking green flag, the best boyfriend material you stumbled upon in your life. Just seeing his bright smile is enough for you to feel like flying, his inviting brown eyes sweeping you off your feet on a regular basis.

“Oh look, there’s (y/n)”, Yuji speaks out in excitement.

Despite the fact that you are Megumi’s younger sister, you are the complete opposite to him. Kind, open-minded and oh so sweet. When Yuji joined jujutsu high, you were the first who greeted him with open arms, showed him around, trained with him, gave him every little advice you’ve had. It truly is unavoidable to fall head over heels for you in that white uniform with that smile as bright as the sun.

“Hey Yuji, hey grumpy-cat”, you greet both boys, earning a huff from your big brother.

“What are you doing here, (y/n)? Aren’t you supposed to be on a mission right now?”, Megumi questions.

“Oh, Toge and Panda took over for me as the curse seems to be a grade 1. Also, Gojo-sensei needs me here for the training sessions”, you clarify.

Right, the training sessions. It doesn’t sit right with Megumi that you are partly responsible for them. You are a skilled jujutsu sorcerer, especially your tajutsu abilities are truly outstanding and it’s no surprise that you are the best combat fighter along with Maki. That’s why you grew especially close with Yuji…

Megumi hates the way his friend looks at you with hearts glistening in his eyes and heart hammering so loud that even he is able to hear it. It is no secret to anyone anymore that Yuji Itadori is hopelessly in love with you. How could he not? You are breathtaking beautiful and the kindest person walking on this earth with an angelic voice that could end wars. Only fools wouldn’t fall for you.

But the thing is that you seem to like him too. You, his little precious sister, the one thing he loves more than anything else in this world. The thought of you and Yuji being together alone makes his guts turn.

“Aren’t you too weak for that? You’re still a first year”, Megumi comments dryly.

“Huh? (y/n) is just as strong as you and me, maybe even better. I’m sure she will be great!”, Yuji instinctively replies.

You can’t help but admire him, that beautiful boy with the purest soul. Not even the fact that he inherits parts of the most dangerous curse on this whole planet can keep you from stumbling, crashing and falling for him.

“Yuji, I was wondering if you…If you’d like to meet up with me after today’s training”, you begin, nervously fumbling with your hair.

“No. Way. In. Hell”, Megumi hisses through gritted teeth.

Before Yuji is able to comprehend what is happening or even to answer your precious question, Megumi drags him along with him, away from your striking sight, back at Jujutsu High.

“See you, (y/n)!”, he shouts over his shoulder while waving you goodbye.

“Yeah…”, you mutter, hand dropping in disappointment.

When will you ever be able to get to know him better without your big brother interrupting every sweet moment you have?

“That girl…”

Sukuna leans forward, hand stroking his chin thoughtfully.

You are a pain in the ass, always on this brat’s mind. But you are very easy on his eyes, truly a beauty with decent abilities.

He laughs to himself, eyeing you up and down as your figure disappears.

“This will be fun…”

-the next day-

It sounded so simple and enticing at first. Don’t fight, exclusively rescue survivors, if you encounter a special grade: run. Pairing up with Megumi, Nobara and Yuji. A difficult but manageable task.

Until you got caught in a sphere.

Until Nobara disappeared.

Until Megumi’s divine dog got killed and a special grade curse appeared in front of your very own eyes.

“We can’t leave without her!”, you yell, eyes roaming around in a desperate attempt to find Nobara.

“Not now, (y/n). We’ll find her later, right now we have to-“

This presence. The sheer presence of this creature takes your breath away without even seeing it. There is no doubt that this is…

A special grade.

None of you move, just staring blankly at this thing with its wide open eyes and alien-like appearance next to you. No. You can’t just stand there, move, try to attack it, try to fight.

Suddenly Yuji lunges himself at it, trying to slice into that frightful creature. In the blink of an eye, his hand falls to the ground along with the cursed weapon Maki lent him.

“I-ita…Itadori?”, Megumi stutters next to you.

Time stands still. You can only stand there and watch in horror as he turns around, blood squirting out of his arm.

“Yuji!”, you scream on top of your lungs.

No. No. No.

This can’t be happening. This isn’t reality, right? Maybe it’s Sukuna who tries to play tricks on you. You aren’t even able to hear what Megumi and Yuji talk about, ears ringing so violently that you feel like fainting, sweat dripping from every pore.

Is this how you’ll die? In your first year, together with the boy you never admitted your feelings to and your brother? This can’t be how it ends, you still had so much planned…

“Hey Sukuna, if I die here you die too, right? So you have to help me out.”

“Not true. Even if the part of me that’s inside you dies, there are 18 other fragments of my soul still out there. Still irritatingly enough, I don’t have control of this body. If you want to switch, go ahead and switch. But once you do, I’ll kill that brat before the cursed spirit can! Then I’ll go for that woman. She’s a lively one, I’ll have fun with her. Last but not least, there’s your little friend over there, or should I say girlfriend? What a pleasure it will be to see the light in her fade while she’s staring at the eyes of the boy she loves!”

The thought of him killing his friends with his own hands is frightening enough but killing you…Yuji stares at you in disbelief, the way your glossy eyes are widen in nothing but fear.

“I’m not going to let you do that”, he hisses automatically.

“I bet. But if you’re too focused on me, your friends are gonna die.”

“(y/n), watch out!”

Megumi grabs your collar just in time and pulls you to the side before you get hit full force by the curse. You hold onto his uniform for dear life, feeling like you’ll throw up any minute. This is all too much, way more than you can handle. You don’t want to die yet, especially not here, especially without telling Yuji how you feel. Megumi…You can’t both die here.

“Fushiguro!”

You’re still so young, so full of life…

“Fushiguro!”

Out of instinct, your eyes dart towards Yuji. Control your breathing, gain regulator over your ringing ears.

“Take (y/n) and Kugisaki and get out of here. I’ll keep this one busy until you three are out. As soon as you’re out, give me some kind of signal. Once you do…I’ll switch with Sukuna.”

“You know you can’t do that! Not with one arm against a special grade!”, Megumi yells at him while holding onto you tightly.

“Yuji…”, you breathe out, tears now running down your cheeks like waterfalls.

Please, this can’t be happening right now. What Yuji suggests…

Is his certain death.

“Look closer, it’s having fun. It’s obviously toying with us. I can at least buy us some time.”

“No!”, you cry out while tearing you away from your brother’s tight grip to grasp Yuji’s sleeve.

“I can’t just leave you here like that!”

“Please, (y/n), you need to-“

“I love you!”, you blurt out.

“I love you!, Please don’t leave me like that, I love you…”

“I love you too, (y/n), but you have to go now. Fushiguro.”

Your brother’s eyes dart towards you. Despite he has to fight back tears himself, despite the fact that he hates seeing you like that he knows exactly that Yuji is right.

With a swift motion, he frees your hand from Yuji’s sleeve and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you away from this special curse.

Away from Yuji.

“Come on, (y/n). We’re getting through this”, he interject between your toe-curling screams.

All you can feel is numbing grief. You can’t even hear your own cries anymore, vision getting blurry over Megumi’s shoulder. None of this should have happened. This was supposed to be a rescue mission, all of you should have been running the second that curse appeared. But now Yuji is in there alone with a missing hand, risking his own life to save yours.

“Divine dogs, find Kugusaki”, Megumi’s voice shouts from far away, the tiles underneath you moving in rapid motion.

Until slowly but surely, everything around you seems to get dark.

“(y/n), you need to stay with me. (y/n)!”

-later-

Rain wets your face and takes your sight as you open your eyes. Where are you? What happened? You lift yourself up from your sitting position, eyes darting towards Nobara and Ijichi-san who is about to stitch her head up.

Where is Megumi? And what about Yuji? A lump forms in your throat when memories of your last encounter begin to flood your mind. If he’s dead…

You clench your hands into fist, watery eyes darting in front of you. No, don’t think like that. There has to be a reason for Megumi being missing. He must be on his way to look after Yuji. And you’ll definitely to the same.

Your rapid steps make the water to your feet spray in every direction, sharp and heavy breaths hanging in the air. You just have to concentrate on Yuji’s signature cursed energy. After spending so much time together, it’s no problem to detect him anymore. And then you’ll hug him like there’s no tomorrow. Yes, he probably switched with Sukuna and returned as soon as the cursed spirit was gone.

Something makes you stop in your tracks. Foreshadowing, fear, hope? You can’t tell. But the atmosphere around you changed completely. Is he…?

“Yuji?”, you murmur into the heavy rain of the evening.

“Sorry, he’s not coming back.”

You can’t catch your breath, eyes wide open as the body of Yuji pins you against a nearby tree. These tattoos, that smirk.

This is Sukuna.

You fight against his claws as hard as you can only for him to chuckle over your efforts. No, his hand doesn’t move an inch away from your arm, holding you in place effortlessly.

“No need to be frightened, (y/n). Let’s talk a little, shall we?”

“Bring him back”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

“Who knows why, but he can’t come back. So I’ll keep you entertained”, he replies.

Sukuna wraps his hand around your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. Oh, you really are lovely with your wet hair and skin, let alone the way you glare up at him while heavy breathing. Somehow he gets it, how this brat fell head over heels for you.

“I don’t wanna be entertained!”, you yell into his face.

With full force you rip yourself out of his firm grip and attack him. Fists fly through the air, sending him into a nearby tree.

“I’m surprised, when you beat that brat over and over I thought it was because he is weak when in fact, you are pretty strong!”, Sukuna shouts while running towards you with neck breaking speed.

You were never confronted with Sukuna. Since you know Yuji, he was always able to suppress his presence. But right now… Your blood freezes in your veins, the way his usual to tender brown eyes are lit by raging red makes shivers run down your spine.

“Come on (y/n), give me all you’ve got!”

You fight as hard as you can, hitting him with full force over and over. Until it seems like he has enough.

He pushes you into the dirt violently, rain pouring down as all you can do is stare up into his amused face while he sits on top of you.

“Not bad, girl. Not bad”, he hums amused.

His hand sure feels good wrapped around your neck. Yes, slowly but surely Sukuna definitely understands what that brat sees in you. A ray of sunshine while being feisty, looking feminine while being so strong. Impressive, truly impressive. And how the rain pours down at your stunning face.

“Bring. Him. Back.”, you spit at him, very own eyes glistening in thick hatred.

“Come on, don’t look at me like that. After all I am technically him. Just a much better version.”

“You will never be him”, you bite back.

His weight on top of you along with his hand wrapped around your neck makes it hard to catch your breath, let alone think straight. Yuji’s uniform is now completely soaking wet, revealing his tight muscles underneath. Of course you always knew how well trained he is. After all, you touched him many times before. But this, him sitting on top of you, his hand wrapped around your neck…

You shake your head. But this isn’t Yuji Itadori. This is Sukuna, the king of curses.

“What’s on your mind? I bet you secretly like that.”

You glare up at him and his stupid grin. What are you supposed to do? Whatever is going on, it doesn’t seem as if Yuji will come back any time soon. Is Megumi around? You can detect him either.

So you have to deal with this on your own.

Fine.

One last deep breath. One last spark of focus to defeat him.

As fast as you can you lift and wrap your legs around his neck, pushing your hips through and holding his hands around your neck in place. With full force you pinch your knees, drive your hips forward and free yourself out of his grip. You can tell that he didn’t expect this, that he won’t fight back. Your fists darts towards his face, only inches away until-

“(y/n).”

Just inches before you hit his nose with full force, you stop in your tracks. No, this didn’t sound like Sukuna. Could it really be…?

“Are you okay?”

“Yuji”, you breathe out.

You tear up, a silent scream of relief escapes your lips as you lunge yourself towards him, landing on top of his chest as you hug him tightly.

“I thought I lost you…”

“Sorry that you were worried. Did Sukuna hurt you? Are you okay?”

His tender brown eyes wander along your slightly bruised body while a wave of respite washes over you. You thought he is dead. Or even worse, that Sukuna will occupy him forever. But he’s back, the boy you love more than anything else.

“I’m fine. How are you?”

Your nails dig into his biceps while you look up at him through wet lashes, rain still pouring down at both of you without mercy.

“I’m okay. Especially since you’re fine.”

Your heart flutters, emotions threaten to overflow.

Screw it. Screw all of it.

“I love you”, you breathe out.

And then your lips meet his. Crushing down at him without mercy, through the heavy rain falls. You let yourself sink into his arms, fireworks are set off inside your stomach. God, Yuji could have died today, the second he faced that cursed spirit alone you were almost certain that you’ll never see him again. But now…Now you’re lying in his arms, kissing him with so much passion that you feel like drowning and suffocating.

“I love you too, (y/n)”, he mumbles against your lips, smiling sweetly.

“God, how much I love you.”

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