kento and secret office romance please teehee <3
kento is known to be a private man but ironically he can barely keep your relationship private. the smile on his face whenever you talk with him always makes everyone question if you two are "just colleagues" because ne never really smiles like that.
"and this file has to be rechecked before submission so we have a lot to...kento-san?"
"yeah, darling?" he is almost a little too loud because he was just caught zoning out.
"shh. not the place to use that nickname. rememberwe are colleagues here." you whisper, eyes scanning around to see if anyone noticed but thanks to the hectic deadline, everyone's eyes was glued to their computer screen.
"sorry, baby," he murmured. "I was just...*ahem ahem* looking at how you missed a button today." you looked down to see that your cleavage was visible. heat rose up to your cheek and you snatched the files out of his hand to cover it up for now.
"inappropriate for work. also...not very ethical to seduce your colleague like that." he threw a taunt that made you even more embarrassed.
he stood up from the desk that he was leaning on. "meet me at the staircase area or I won't waste time to make you moan my name right here to let everyone know," he whispered the warnings in your ear.
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EASY SWEETNESS
itadori x gn!reader | insecure reader (about your laugh and... what you look like from an angle below? he's lying on your chest and you won't look down at him)
itadori’s a sweetheart without really trying.
maybe it’s just another one of his talents, you wonder—his way of making your heart skip a beat. compliments, gifts, how, with his back turned, his hand could find yours solely from the sound of your voice. it seemed to be as ingrained in him as the raw strength he held, or the recipe to his favourite late night noodles that he made every week; practiced yet somehow innate.
“you’re such a sweet talker, yuuji,” you deflected his compliment once (you had said something about not liking your laugh, and he had called it sweet instead, because there was no bad laugh, especially yours that he always wanted to hear), warmth tingling your face and ears.
“huh?” he tilted his head. “well, i guess so…wait, no? yes? it’s just the truth, though. is it sweet talking if it’s just being honest?”
you can’t help yourself from thinking back to that as he rests on top of you, favourite throw blanket covering the both of you and tucked beneath your feet so you wouldn’t get cold, and a movie you’ve both watched a dozen times plays on the television screen.
it was a comedy—one that yuuji happened to play in the background as he studied but, inevitably, distracted him from it. he told you it stuck with him, and it’s found its way back to viewership every few months when he feels like unwinding.
it was really only a matter of time before you took part too.
you’ve both got lines memorized from the words down to the pace they’re said, even the cut-offs by other characters and the noises playing in the background. you feel the rumble before you hear yuuji’s voice, smushed like his face against your chest, as he acts out the scene.
“hey, you think at some point we’ll have the whole movie memorized?” he asks, moving to look up at you with his chin resting against you.
and the thing about someone resting on your chest is that you have to look down when you speak, and the problem with that is that the angle isn’t all that flattering.
so you smile, eyes fixed on the screen yet not following a single word being said as you become aware of the angle of your head, and what you look like from a few inches away. “maybe. that’d take at least a few more dozen watches though, unless we’re talking active memorization.”
“then what about with active memorization?”
“hm…for you? i’d still say at least a dozen. movies are really long you know?”
“and you?”
“probably the same? like, if it’s just us two, that’s a lot of lines, and i don’t think megumi would be ecstatic to join. nobara, maybe.”
a character begins to yell at another as your fingers come to card through yuuji’s hair—yuuji, whose response seems to be silence until—“babe.”
“hm?”
“why won’t you look at me?”
you snort, fingers pausing so you can gently mess with his hair instead. “i look bad from that angle, yuu.”
and you hope, maybe, he’ll leave it there, move back to the memorization idea, pick the characters he’d act out best. it really isn’t a favourable angle for anyone, so maybe he won’t look much further into the way your lips form a tight smile, or the forced breathy laugh at whatever’s just happened on screen.
“no you don’t,” he says matter-of-factly.
“...yuuji, really—”
“i think you look nice from every angle.” yuuji rests his cheek against you again. and you let your eyes flicker down, just once, just to see him grin as soon as your gazes connect. “i like looking at you from anywhere, but especially here.”
you shoot him a look of disbelief. “that’s your favourite spot to look at me from?”
“well.” he shifts his legs and kicks the blanket a little, untucking it from beneath you. “any spot that’s super close is nice so i can really see you, and do this—”
yuuji grunts a little as he moves up to kiss your cheek, hands finding home beside your head—you can feel him grinning even before he’s moved away to look at you.
“and you say you aren’t a sweet talker,” you murmur, face warm and housing a stupidly lovesick grin.
“hey.” he pouts. “i’m telling you i’m not a sweet talker, it’s just the truth as your boyfriend.”
“sweet talker.”
“i’m sweet and a talker. not a sweet talker.”
“okay, sweetie.” you try to joke and scrunch your nose, the pet name awkward and foreign on your tongue, but yuuji only smiles again in response.
“yeah, that works too. should we start calling each other sweetie now? i think it kind of fits.”
“yuuji—”and you’re convinced he has a talent now, because even as he exaggerates the new term with a sickeningly sweet voice, it manages to roll off his tongue as naturally as every other compliment he’s said to the point that you think maybe you wouldn’t mind him using it—“yeah, sweetie?”
i'm gonna be so fr sweetness looks like a silly word to me rn. specfically when all capitalized...SWEETNESS... girl what is that
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