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itadores · 2 months

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thinking of todo who makes his s/o the cutest bento boxes for lunch ... him hunched over the counter, face scrunched in concentration as he delicately places an apple bunny in a bed of lettuce ...

#his peers are SHOCKED that he's capable of being so careful and delicate but they also think it's annoyingly on brand for him to be good #at something like that #the idea of todo who is big and strong being capable of such care and precision ... going to go mad sorry :/#it's so endearing to me #affectionately.yours

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itadores · 4 months

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my type of person.

note: on a tōdō kick rn ... sorry

pairing: tōdō aoi x gn!reader

word count: .9k

tags: gender neutral reader, meet ugly, threats of violence

“What’s your type?”

You blink, dumbfounded by the strange subject of the question. You really didn’t expect for the large and imposing man who suddenly appeared before you only minutes prior to ask that of all things. Perhaps, you should have anticipated it though. You’ve never had the displeasure of meeting Tōdō Aoi in the flesh, but many of your close colleagues have.

“Depending on your answer, I’ll beat you half to death right here. If your answer bores me that means you’re boring, and I hate boring people,” he says through gritted teeth.

He shrugs off his sleek black jacket, allowing it to drop to the floor. Then, he tears his t-shirt into shreds with his bare hands.

What. The. Fuck.

“Huh?!” You put your hands up in surrender, slowly backing away from the man, who (you’re confident) must be out of his mind. “Do you really need to resort to violence? Can’t we just, I don’t know, not fight?” You try and reason with Tōdō, who doesn’t look very receptive to what you’re saying.

“Hurry up and answer the question before I run out of patience,” Tōdō says, stretching his hands that he holds out in front of him. He’s already in a fighting stance, prepared to attack you once he deems your answer unsatisfactory.

Your eye twitches, and you scowl. Fine. If he wants you to answer, then you’ll answer. You take a moment to think about it. You fold your arms over your chest before dignifying Tōdō with a response.

“My type is someone kind.”

He pauses, his hands dropping slightly. For a moment, you think he’s going to be satisfied with your answer and leave you alone. Sadly, it’s too good to be true.

“What kind of answer is that?” He exclaims, clearly unhappy with what he perceives as such a lackluster answer.

“My answer obviously,” you say, giving him a dirty look. Why did you have such bad luck that you had to cross paths with Tōdō Aoi today of all days? All you wanted to do was enjoy your day off, free from missions and free from classes. Instead, it was being interrupted by a massive brute. “I bet your answer isn’t any better,” you retort, pointing an accusing finger at him.

“It’s much better than whatever you just said,” he scoffs, folding his strong arms over his broad chest. Your eyes dart down, following the movement before quickly meeting his gaze once more. At least, he’s nice to look at.

“My type is tall people with big asses,” Tōdō responds, looking especially pleased with himself. His brow twitches with irritation when you start laughing. “Why are you laughing?”

You quickly calm yourself down, regaining your composure, so you can respond without laughing in Tōdō’s face again. “My answer clearly didn’t meet whatever,” you wave your hand around, motioning towards Tōdō’s face, “standards you have in mind, but your answer is just as bad. If anything, it’s worse than mine. At least, I focused on personality. You just focused on someone’s physical appearance.”

Tōdō’s expression grows more and more displeased until he looks like he’s on the precipice of lunging towards you. Uh oh. You take a slow step back, ready to bolt if Tōdō decides to suddenly attack you. You’re really not in the mood to fight on your day off.

Much to your utter surprise, Tōdō begins to cackle. It borders on maniacal as he clutches at his stomach and throws his head back. This may be more unsettling than Tōdō attacking you outright.

“You’re interesting,” he states. A large grin stretches across his cheeks, and his chest still heaves with the exertion of laughter.

“Thanks?” You’re not quite sure if Tōdō means it positively or negatively, so you don’t know if you should take what he said as a compliment or not.

He takes a step forward, and you're tempted to take a step backward, but you decide to take a leap of faith and stay put. You only hope you won't regret your decision. He stands close enough that you can smell the scent of his cologne, a surprisingly pleasant aroma. Not strong and overpowering like cologne often is.

He sticks a hand out.

"Tōdō Aoi. Grade 1 Sorcerer."

You blink, surprised by the sudden introduction. You provide him with your own name and grade, clasping his hand with your own. His hand is massive in comparison to yours, his palm rough with callouses, which is not exactly surprising, but somehow, still relatively soft. You're not quite sure how that can be, but you don't think to verbalize your questions to the man. The sudden change in his personality is strange enough as is.

"Go out with me."

Oh. Things just got much stranger.

"I thought you wanted to beat me up," you sputter, shocked by this turn of events. How does a guy go from threatening to inflict bodily harm onto you to asking you on a date?

"I was only going to beat you up if I found you to be a boring person," Tōdō says as if it's a perfectly normal and logical thing to say. "But you surprised me. You're...interesting, so let's go out."

"You're out of your mind," you bluntly say. Tōdō only grins. You shake your head in response. But maybe, you're out of your mind too.

"Okay. I'll let you take me out." Tōdō's grin widens, but you hold a finger up to tamper his excitement. You don't want him getting ahead of himself now. "But if it's not a good date, I get to beat you up then."

Tōdō's smile threatens to split his face into two.

"Challenge accepted."

#I REBLOGGED MY RESPONSE TO THIS ON THE WRONG ACCOUTN KFKDNCDKD #this is so so sweet of you 😭🤍#im tucking this into my heart #todo is so appealing to me because i do think he’s out of his mind but endearing haha #thank you so much for enjoying my lil drabble and leaving a comment 🩷🩷#srb.#favs

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itadores · 4 months

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an airport kind of love

note: bsf!maki save me! i love friendship <3

pairing: zenin maki & gn!reader

word count: .8k

tags: gender neutral reader, platonic relationships / friendship, slice of life, silly

“would you run through the airport for me?”

maki has long grown used to your seemingly random questions. your mind races a mile a minute, thoughts pin-balling from one topic to another in a matter of seconds. your brain forms connections that she still can’t comprehend, even after all your years of friendship and your endless explanations that you swear make sense.

“why do you ask?”

she wonders what prompted you to ask the question out of nowhere, breaking the peaceful quietness that settled over you.

maki casts a glance past the foot of her bed where you’re sprawled out on the floor. she’s told you countless times to just sit on her bed or at her desk, but you refuse time and time again, insisting that the ground is more than comfortable for you to lie around on. maki highly disagrees, but she knows by now that your mind won’t be changed. at least you’re lying on the rug she bought awhile back.

you place your phone face down, resting a cheek onto your folded arms, and meet maki’s gaze.

“i watched a rom-com the other day with kugisaki, and there was this whole big scene where the male lead was running through the airport to catch the female lead before she got on her flight so he could confess his feelings. of course he managed to catch her and confess to her, leading to them kissing and the end. they live happily ever after together.” you pause, scoffing. “it was super cheesy.”

maki sharply exhales through her nose, making a noise that resembles amusement.

she knows from experience that you have a love-hate relationship with romantic comedies. you do enjoy watching them, subjecting her to more rom-coms than she would ever need to watch in her lifetime, but you’ll complain the entire time, making comments here and there throughout the movie until maki tells you to stop talking every few minutes or she’ll leave.

you continue on. “so it got me thinking. would you run through the airport for me?”

“to confess my undying love for you?” maki dryly says.

you roll your eyes. “i expect nothing less,” you reply, words dripping with sarcasm. you roll over from your stomach onto your back. your fingers rake over the threads of the rug. a childish pout that maki is much too familiar with overtakes you. “obviously i don’t mean it like that, but for whatever,” you lift an arm and wave a hand around in the air, “reason would you run through an airport for me?”

“no,” maki says point blank.

your reaction is instantaneous.

you quickly prop yourself up with your palms, your brows pinching together and the corners of your lips downturning as you twist your head to look at maki.

“you’re so cold to me, maki,” you whine, “you might as well tell me you hate me at this point.”

“you are so dramatic.”

maki rolls her eyes.

“do you know how much effort would be needed to pull a stunt like that?”

maki sits up a bit straighter, so she can properly look at you.

“i would have to buy a plane ticket for a flight i don’t plan on getting on, wait in line for security, try and figure out your terminal and gate number once i get through security, and then try and make it to your gate in time before you board the plane,” maki lists, counting on her fingers each element of what it would take to pull off something like running through the airport for someone. she looks over at you, raising a brow. “would you run through the airport for me?”

“of course i would,” you respond instantly, almost defensively. you fold your arms over your chest, turning your nose up at maki. “unlike you who obviously hates me,” you take this moment to place a hand on your chest, inhaling deeply and dramatically before exhaling loudly. “i, on the other hand, love you and would have no problem running through an airport for you.”

maki scoffs.

“really?”

maki doesn’t really believe that you would run through the airport for her. maybe in this hypothetical scenario you’ve thought up, but in real life? there is no way you would do so. but then again, you are you, so it’s not entirely out of the question.

“really,” you affirm. you’ve toned down the dramatics, sounding a bit more genuine than you did just a few seconds ago.

“you are such a sap,” maki says in return.

you shrug your shoulders and give her a little smile.

“and yet, you’re still friends with me.”

“maybe i need some new friends,” maki sighs.

a bark of laughter escapes you.

“yeah right. you know you love me,” you tease, playfully winking at maki.

she groans.

unfortunately, it’s true.

she does love you.

she loves you enough that you’re the only person she would even entertain running through an airport for.

but she won’t tell you that.

#srb.

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itadores · 4 months

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an airport kind of love

note: bsf!maki save me! i love friendship <3

pairing: zenin maki & gn!reader

word count: .8k

tags: gender neutral reader, platonic relationships / friendship, slice of life, silly

“would you run through the airport for me?”

maki has long grown used to your seemingly random questions. your mind races a mile a minute, thoughts pin-balling from one topic to another in a matter of seconds. your brain forms connections that she still can’t comprehend, even after all your years of friendship and your endless explanations that you swear make sense.

“why do you ask?”

she wonders what prompted you to ask the question out of nowhere, breaking the peaceful quietness that settled over you.

maki casts a glance past the foot of her bed where you’re sprawled out on the floor. she’s told you countless times to just sit on her bed or at her desk, but you refuse time and time again, insisting that the ground is more than comfortable for you to lie around on. maki highly disagrees, but she knows by now that your mind won’t be changed. at least you’re lying on the rug she bought awhile back.

you place your phone face down, resting a cheek onto your folded arms, and meet maki’s gaze.

“i watched a rom-com the other day with kugisaki, and there was this whole big scene where the male lead was running through the airport to catch the female lead before she got on her flight so he could confess his feelings. of course he managed to catch her and confess to her, leading to them kissing and the end. they live happily ever after together.” you pause, scoffing. “it was super cheesy.”

maki sharply exhales through her nose, making a noise that resembles amusement.

she knows from experience that you have a love-hate relationship with romantic comedies. you do enjoy watching them, subjecting her to more rom-coms than she would ever need to watch in her lifetime, but you’ll complain the entire time, making comments here and there throughout the movie until maki tells you to stop talking every few minutes or she’ll leave.

you continue on. “so it got me thinking. would you run through the airport for me?”

“to confess my undying love for you?” maki dryly says.

you roll your eyes. “i expect nothing less,” you reply, words dripping with sarcasm. you roll over from your stomach onto your back. your fingers rake over the threads of the rug. a childish pout that maki is much too familiar with overtakes you. “obviously i don’t mean it like that, but for whatever,” you lift an arm and wave a hand around in the air, “reason would you run through an airport for me?”

“no,” maki says point blank.

your reaction is instantaneous.

you quickly prop yourself up with your palms, your brows pinching together and the corners of your lips downturning as you twist your head to look at maki.

“you’re so cold to me, maki,” you whine, “you might as well tell me you hate me at this point.”

“you are so dramatic.”

maki rolls her eyes.

“do you know how much effort would be needed to pull a stunt like that?”

maki sits up a bit straighter, so she can properly look at you.

“i would have to buy a plane ticket for a flight i don’t plan on getting on, wait in line for security, try and figure out your terminal and gate number once i get through security, and then try and make it to your gate in time before you board the plane,” maki lists, counting on her fingers each element of what it would take to pull off something like running through the airport for someone. she looks over at you, raising a brow. “would you run through the airport for me?”

“of course i would,” you respond instantly, almost defensively. you fold your arms over your chest, turning your nose up at maki. “unlike you who obviously hates me,” you take this moment to place a hand on your chest, inhaling deeply and dramatically before exhaling loudly. “i, on the other hand, love you and would have no problem running through an airport for you.”

maki scoffs.

“really?”

maki doesn’t really believe that you would run through the airport for her. maybe in this hypothetical scenario you’ve thought up, but in real life? there is no way you would do so. but then again, you are you, so it’s not entirely out of the question.

“really,” you affirm. you’ve toned down the dramatics, sounding a bit more genuine than you did just a few seconds ago.

“you are such a sap,” maki says in return.

you shrug your shoulders and give her a little smile.

“and yet, you’re still friends with me.”

“maybe i need some new friends,” maki sighs.

a bark of laughter escapes you.

“yeah right. you know you love me,” you tease, playfully winking at maki.

she groans.

unfortunately, it’s true.

she does love you.

she loves you enough that you’re the only person she would even entertain running through an airport for.

but she won’t tell you that.

#srb.

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itadores · 4 months

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nanami is not the type of man to get you a heart shaped necklace made in a material that you most definitely do not wear. boys, inconsiderate foolish boys, may do that to their partners, but he would never subject you to that. nanami knows whether you prefer gold or silver or have no preference at all. he knows what styles you like over others and what type of jewelry you would never wear in a million years. when nanami gifts you a piece of jewelry (or multiple pieces since he can’t help but want to spend his money on you), he buys you something that perfectly suits your aesthetic. he loves the look on your face when you see what he’s gifted you and the soft little gasp that escapes your parted lips when you gently lift the item of jewelry out of its packaging. he tells you it suits you nicely as he helps you put on the piece of jewelry, allowing the praises of i love it, kento, it’s absolutely gorgeous, that fall from your lips to boost his ego the slightest bit.

because nanami is nothing like the men who don’t know their partners well enough to know what jewelry they would like as a gift. he’s better.

#my baby love #srb.

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itadores · 4 months

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an airport kind of love

note: bsf!maki save me! i love friendship <3

pairing: zenin maki & gn!reader

word count: .8k

tags: gender neutral reader, platonic relationships / friendship, slice of life, silly

“would you run through the airport for me?”

maki has long grown used to your seemingly random questions. your mind races a mile a minute, thoughts pin-balling from one topic to another in a matter of seconds. your brain forms connections that she still can’t comprehend, even after all your years of friendship and your endless explanations that you swear make sense.

“why do you ask?”

she wonders what prompted you to ask the question out of nowhere, breaking the peaceful quietness that settled over you.

maki casts a glance past the foot of her bed where you’re sprawled out on the floor. she’s told you countless times to just sit on her bed or at her desk, but you refuse time and time again, insisting that the ground is more than comfortable for you to lie around on. maki highly disagrees, but she knows by now that your mind won’t be changed. at least you’re lying on the rug she bought awhile back.

you place your phone face down, resting a cheek onto your folded arms, and meet maki’s gaze.

“i watched a rom-com the other day with kugisaki, and there was this whole big scene where the male lead was running through the airport to catch the female lead before she got on her flight so he could confess his feelings. of course he managed to catch her and confess to her, leading to them kissing and the end. they live happily ever after together.” you pause, scoffing. “it was super cheesy.”

maki sharply exhales through her nose, making a noise that resembles amusement.

she knows from experience that you have a love-hate relationship with romantic comedies. you do enjoy watching them, subjecting her to more rom-coms than she would ever need to watch in her lifetime, but you’ll complain the entire time, making comments here and there throughout the movie until maki tells you to stop talking every few minutes or she’ll leave.

you continue on. “so it got me thinking. would you run through the airport for me?”

“to confess my undying love for you?” maki dryly says.

you roll your eyes. “i expect nothing less,” you reply, words dripping with sarcasm. you roll over from your stomach onto your back. your fingers rake over the threads of the rug. a childish pout that maki is much too familiar with overtakes you. “obviously i don’t mean it like that, but for whatever,” you lift an arm and wave a hand around in the air, “reason would you run through an airport for me?”

“no,” maki says point blank.

your reaction is instantaneous.

you quickly prop yourself up with your palms, your brows pinching together and the corners of your lips downturning as you twist your head to look at maki.

“you’re so cold to me, maki,” you whine, “you might as well tell me you hate me at this point.”

“you are so dramatic.”

maki rolls her eyes.

“do you know how much effort would be needed to pull a stunt like that?”

maki sits up a bit straighter, so she can properly look at you.

“i would have to buy a plane ticket for a flight i don’t plan on getting on, wait in line for security, try and figure out your terminal and gate number once i get through security, and then try and make it to your gate in time before you board the plane,” maki lists, counting on her fingers each element of what it would take to pull off something like running through the airport for someone. she looks over at you, raising a brow. “would you run through the airport for me?”

“of course i would,” you respond instantly, almost defensively. you fold your arms over your chest, turning your nose up at maki. “unlike you who obviously hates me,” you take this moment to place a hand on your chest, inhaling deeply and dramatically before exhaling loudly. “i, on the other hand, love you and would have no problem running through an airport for you.”

maki scoffs.

“really?”

maki doesn’t really believe that you would run through the airport for her. maybe in this hypothetical scenario you’ve thought up, but in real life? there is no way you would do so. but then again, you are you, so it’s not entirely out of the question.

“really,” you affirm. you’ve toned down the dramatics, sounding a bit more genuine than you did just a few seconds ago.

“you are such a sap,” maki says in return.

you shrug your shoulders and give her a little smile.

“and yet, you’re still friends with me.”

“maybe i need some new friends,” maki sighs.

a bark of laughter escapes you.

“yeah right. you know you love me,” you tease, playfully winking at maki.

she groans.

unfortunately, it’s true.

she does love you.

she loves you enough that you’re the only person she would even entertain running through an airport for.

but she won’t tell you that.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #maki x reader #maki zenin x reader #zenin maki x reader #jujutsu kaisen x platonic reader #jjk x platonic reader #maki zenin x platonic reader #platonic reader #new.mail #from.jujutsu kaisen #love.zenin maki

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itadores · 4 months

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nanami is not the type of man to get you a heart shaped necklace made in a material that you most definitely do not wear. boys, inconsiderate foolish boys, may do that to their partners, but he would never subject you to that. nanami knows whether you prefer gold or silver or have no preference at all. he knows what styles you like over others and what type of jewelry you would never wear in a million years. when nanami gifts you a piece of jewelry (or multiple pieces since he can’t help but want to spend his money on you), he buys you something that perfectly suits your aesthetic. he loves the look on your face when you see what he’s gifted you and the soft little gasp that escapes your parted lips when you gently lift the item of jewelry out of its packaging. he tells you it suits you nicely as he helps you put on the piece of jewelry, allowing the praises of i love it, kento, it’s absolutely gorgeous, that fall from your lips to boost his ego the slightest bit.

because nanami is nothing like the men who don’t know their partners well enough to know what jewelry they would like as a gift. he’s better.

#thank u for 200 notes 😭🤍#i desire him so bad #srb.

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itadores · 4 months

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bsf maki i love u 🤍

#affectionately.yours

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itadores · 4 months

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sobs and dies. nanami who buys you jewelry he knows you’ll actually wear and would have probably bought yourself. its not even the jewelry its the fact that he knows you enough to know your tastes. AHHHH I LOVE HIM💔💔

yes exactly 🤍🤍 nanami buys you jewelry he knows you’ll wear because he knows you. he knows your likes and dislikes because he cares enough to listen and pay attention to things like that. i like to think that he buys you jewelry that you would like to buy for yourself but can’t bring yourself to splurge on, but nanami has no issue spending the money simply because he wants to spoil you a little hehe. if you try and protest that you can’t accept such an expensive gift, nanami will not hear you out lol. he says something like the price doesn’t matter and you deserve something nice <3

#letter.box #love.anon #love.nanami kento

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itadores · 4 months

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nanami is not the type of man to get you a heart shaped necklace made in a material that you most definitely do not wear. boys, inconsiderate foolish boys, may do that to their partners, but he would never subject you to that. nanami knows whether you prefer gold or silver or have no preference at all. he knows what styles you like over others and what type of jewelry you would never wear in a million years. when nanami gifts you a piece of jewelry (or multiple pieces since he can’t help but want to spend his money on you), he buys you something that perfectly suits your aesthetic. he loves the look on your face when you see what he’s gifted you and the soft little gasp that escapes your parted lips when you gently lift the item of jewelry out of its packaging. he tells you it suits you nicely as he helps you put on the piece of jewelry, allowing the praises of i love it, kento, it’s absolutely gorgeous, that fall from your lips to boost his ego the slightest bit.

because nanami is nothing like the men who don’t know their partners well enough to know what jewelry they would like as a gift. he’s better.

#nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #nanami kento x reader #new.mail #from.jujutsu kaisen #affectionately.yours #love.nanami kento #I NEED HIM

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itadores · 4 months

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“kasumi?”

the girl in question draws her attention away from the ducks swimming in the pond before you both to look your way where you're seated across the wooden picnic table from her. she tilts her head, curious why you suddenly called out for her.

“yes?”

"do you think we're soulmates in every universe?"

"soulmates?" miwa sputters. a flush quickly works its way up from beneath the collar of her t-shirt, coloring her skin a rosy hue. her lopsided bangs do nothing to conceal the simmering heat of her cheeks.

"yeah, soulmates!" you say, confirming that miwa did not mishear you. "do you think we're soulmates in every universe?" your eyes twinkle with wonderment, genuinely interested in her answer. your attention solely focused on miwa does nothing to help her flustered state.

she hides behind her bangs, unable to handle the intensity of your gaze even after all this time. the soft quacking of the ducks in the pond and the rustle of the leaves overhead fill the air as miwa takes the time to think over the question.

although the two of you have been involved in a romantic relationship for awhile now, miwa has never considered applying to what the two of you are.

it's simply never crossed her mind.

but now that you've brought it up, miwa finds herself really liking the idea of you two being soulmates. it may be cheesy, the concept of soulmates, but at the same time, miwa thinks it's really romantic even if she's so very embarrassed about it.

she wills away the deep flush that's surely staining her skin and meets your awaiting gaze now that she's composed herself for the most part. but it's all for naught because once she looks into your eyes, which are full of nothing but warmth and love reserved solely for her, her cheeks are heating up once more.

with rosy cheeks and a fluttering heart, miwa pushes herself to answer you.

"i hope so."

#srb.

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“kasumi?”

the girl in question draws her attention away from the ducks swimming in the pond before you both to look your way where you're seated across the wooden picnic table from her. she tilts her head, curious why you suddenly called out for her.

“yes?”

"do you think we're soulmates in every universe?"

"soulmates?" miwa sputters. a flush quickly works its way up from beneath the collar of her t-shirt, coloring her skin a rosy hue. her lopsided bangs do nothing to conceal the simmering heat of her cheeks.

"yeah, soulmates!" you say, confirming that miwa did not mishear you. "do you think we're soulmates in every universe?" your eyes twinkle with wonderment, genuinely interested in her answer. your attention solely focused on miwa does nothing to help her flustered state.

she hides behind her bangs, unable to handle the intensity of your gaze even after all this time. the soft quacking of the ducks in the pond and the rustle of the leaves overhead fill the air as miwa takes the time to think over the question.

although the two of you have been involved in a romantic relationship for awhile now, miwa has never considered applying to what the two of you are.

it's simply never crossed her mind.

but now that you've brought it up, miwa finds herself really liking the idea of you two being soulmates. it may be cheesy, the concept of soulmates, but at the same time, miwa thinks it's really romantic even if she's so very embarrassed about it.

she wills away the deep flush that's surely staining her skin and meets your awaiting gaze now that she's composed herself for the most part. but it's all for naught because once she looks into your eyes, which are full of nothing but warmth and love reserved solely for her, her cheeks are heating up once more.

with rosy cheeks and a fluttering heart, miwa pushes herself to answer you.

"i hope so."

#srb.

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itadores · 4 months

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“kasumi?”

the girl in question draws her attention away from the ducks swimming in the pond before you both to look your way where you're seated across the wooden picnic table from her. she tilts her head, curious why you suddenly called out for her.

“yes?”

"do you think we're soulmates in every universe?"

"soulmates?" miwa sputters. a flush quickly works its way up from beneath the collar of her t-shirt, coloring her skin a rosy hue. her lopsided bangs do nothing to conceal the simmering heat of her cheeks.

"yeah, soulmates!" you say, confirming that miwa did not mishear you. "do you think we're soulmates in every universe?" your eyes twinkle with wonderment, genuinely interested in her answer. your attention solely focused on miwa does nothing to help her flustered state.

she hides behind her bangs, unable to handle the intensity of your gaze even after all this time. the soft quacking of the ducks in the pond and the rustle of the leaves overhead fill the air as miwa takes the time to think over the question.

although the two of you have been involved in a romantic relationship for awhile now, miwa has never considered applying to what the two of you are.

it's simply never crossed her mind.

but now that you've brought it up, miwa finds herself really liking the idea of you two being soulmates. it may be cheesy, the concept of soulmates, but at the same time, miwa thinks it's really romantic even if she's so very embarrassed about it.

she wills away the deep flush that's surely staining her skin and meets your awaiting gaze now that she's composed herself for the most part. but it's all for naught because once she looks into your eyes, which are full of nothing but warmth and love reserved solely for her, her cheeks are heating up once more.

with rosy cheeks and a fluttering heart, miwa pushes herself to answer you.

"i hope so."

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #miwa x reader #miwa kasumi x reader #from.jujutsu kaisen #new.mail #love.miwa kasumi

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itadores · 4 months

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hoping the next thing i write n post is for miwa <3

#i love her #affectionately.yours

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itadores · 4 months

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ringing in the new year

note: i missed him sooo bad <3 happy new year’s eve or happy new year’s to all of you!

pairings: gojo satoru x gn!reader, ieiri shoko & gn!reader

word count: 1.6k

tags: gender neutral reader, alcohol consumption, alcohol intoxication, reader is bold when they drink, reader is so down bad for gojo, new year’s eve kisses!

trying to keep up with nanami and ieiri’s drinking is not one of your brightest ideas. given that they’re both heavyweights and you are decidedly not a heavyweight, you tapped out pretty early, waving your metaphorical white flag. you switched out the strong alcoholic drinks that you all were consuming in favor of something lighter and sweeter. something that wouldn't get you shit-faced.

you weren't drunk, but you were surely tipsy by now.

you know this because you don't try and conceal the way you're eyeing gojo satoru.

"you're staring," ieiri states as she takes another sip of her drink.

"am i?" you reply, your mind far away from the conversation with one of your dearest friends. the vision of gojo dressed in something other than his modified uniform is something for you to savor. his button-down shirt is a softer blue than his eyes, and his dark dress pants are incredibly form-fitting.

his ass looks good in them, your mind supplies.

"yes. you're making it painfully obvious too."

"oh." regretfully, you tear your gaze away from gojo and turn your attention to ieiri. "really?"

you're met with an unamused look.

"yes. really."

"he looks good,” you say to explain your blatant staring. the comment flows from you naturally, the alcohol to blame for the ease of the words coming out of your mouth.

"he looks the same as he usually does," ieiri sighs. her fingers tap against the glass of her drink. you can tell she wants a smoke right about now. maybe, she’ll get one in before the new year begins. she probably will.

“he usually looks good.”

ieiri rolls her eyes, muttering something under her breath before taking a larger sip of her drink.

“why don’t you go tell him that instead of telling me? didn’t you say you would do something about your feelings for him before the year ended?” ieiri looks down at the watch on her wrist. “you have about fifteen minutes.”

you may be more intoxicated than you thought because ieiri’s words embolden you, stirring you to action.

“okay, i will.”

before ieiri can stop you and tell you she wasn’t being serious, you’re gone from her side. she sighs. she really needs that smoke now.

despite your intoxicated state, you politely greet people you recognize, saying your hellos and exchanging happy new year eve’s as you cross the room. you keep the conversation to a minimum, attention zeroed in on your mission.

it doesn’t take long for you to reach the area of the room where gojo is located. there are a few people milling around him, trying to engage him in conversation. he looks painfully bored surrounded by them.

you approach nearer, and gojo’s expression changes. he straightens his back, looking more alert than he did a second ago. your traitorous heart dares to hope that you’re the cause of his change in demeanor.

you weave through the people near gojo, apologizing as you go. they give you curt replies, obviously disgruntled that you’re interrupting, but in the state you are, you don’t pay them much mind. your focus remains on gojo satoru, who now stands right in front of you.

if you thought gojo looked good from afar, he’s even more beautiful up close. he’s traded his usual black blindfold for a pair of dark sunglasses, allowing you a better view of his crystalline eyes, eyes that are solely focused on you. you swallow, wetting your lips. the alcohol thrumming in your veins prevents nerves from getting to you too much.

“happy new year’s eve, gojo. sorry for interrupting, but do you mind if i pull you away for a moment?”

gojo returns the greeting as an amused smile dances across his lips.

he tilts his head and motions with the drink in his hand. “lead the way.”

your cheeks, warm with alcohol, heat up for a completely different reason.

“follow me then.”

gojo sets down his drink down on the nearest surface and says his goodbyes to the people who were attempting to converse with him before abruptly leaving and following your lead. it makes you a little giddy that he parts ways from them so easily at your prompting.

you’re not exactly sure where you’re going, unfamiliar with the layout of this floor, but your feet bring you to the nearest open balcony, close enough to still hear the music and chattering of the party but far enough to have a private conversation.

although frigid, the fresh air is refreshing, acting as a balm for your warm over-heated skin. you lean forward against the balcony railing, taking a deep breath and making a sound of contentment as you exhale.

you turn around, away from the railing, and your breath is nearly stolen from you as you look at gojo. he’s leaning against the entrance to the balcony, his silhouette illuminated by the lights from within. he’s beautiful. it’s not the first time the thought has crossed your mind, and it surely will not be the last.

now that gojo sees that he has your attention, he comes closer, closing the distance between you and him in just a few short strides.

he’s close enough that you can smell his expensive cologne.

“what did you drag me out here for?” gojo tilts his head, his eyes visible over the tops of his sunglasses. they nearly glow in the low light.

his question isn’t accusatory, rather his words are colored with only unbridled curiosity.

you shrug. “i wanted to talk to you.”

he laughs, the sound more befitting of a child than a grown man. even if gojo is laughing at your expense, you’re still mesmerized by the sound he makes and the way his neck curves, throat bared, as he tosses his head back slightly. a cheeky grin stretches across gojo’s face as his laughter finally dies down. “wanted to talk about what exactly?”

“i wanted,” you pause, recalling why you approached gojo and dragged him away from the party in the first place. your throat is dry as you swallow, liquid courage spurring you to get the words that are heavy on your tongue out. you straighten out your back and force yourself to meet gojo’s expectant gaze. “i wanted to tell you that you clean up nicely.”

gojo doesn’t so much as flinch upon hearing you say that. it’s almost as if he already knew, was already expecting you to tell him as much. truthfully, you wouldn’t be surprised.

“oh really?” gojo grin widens. he takes a step closer to you, and your heart flutters like a hummingbird in your chest at the lack of distance between you now. he leans in, forgoing any sort of personal space, his face so near to your own that you can feel his exhales against your skin. “is that all you wanted to tell me?”

“no.” your honesty catches you off guard, but there’s no going back now. the alcohol in your system has faded to a low thrum in your veins, and you blame it for what you say next. “i wanted to also ask if i could kiss you.”

“what’s stopping you?”

your heart lurches.

he…he didn’t turn you down or spurn you away.

you’re dreaming, you think. this is all a dream, and you’re going to wake up sooner than later and realize that you dreamt of gojo again. you dig your nails into your palms, and the faint pinpricks of pain make your eyes widen because this is not a dream. you are awake and this is real and gojo satoru has essentially just given you his permission to kiss him.

in the distance, you can hear the beginning of the countdown for the new year. you’re running out of time.

“i want to hear you say it.” you wince when your statement sounds more like a plead.

gojo laughs again, but it’s softer this time. not quiet as loud and boisterous as it once was. it’s a beautiful sound, and you hope that you’ll have a chance to hear it again.

“so pushy,” gojo teases.

you can feel the body warmth radiating off of him as his hands move from his side to hover over the curve of your waist, only settling into place when you lean into him. you place your hands on the tops of gojo’s shoulders, his button-down shirt wrinkling beneath the weight of your palms. you’re filled with nervous anticipation, you can hardly believe this is happening. the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end when gojo’s lips abruptly brush against the shell of your ear.

“go ahead and kiss me.”

just as you close the distance between you and gojo, you can hear the room attached to the balcony erupt in cheer. it all sounds so distant though when all of your senses are flooded with gojo, gojo, gojo. his lips are soft and glossy, and you easily think you could get addicted to kissing him. one of your hands slides up from his shoulders to grip the back of his neck, fingers dragging through his undercut. a sound forms in the back of gojo’s throat and you greedily swallow it down. you’d devour him whole if you could, but the need to breathe forces you to separate.

your chest heaves in exertion, and you’re sure that there is a dazed look in your eyes. the air escapes your lungs once more when you see gojo’s lips shiny with a mix of gloss and spit, swollen and kiss-bitten. all from your doing.

“not bad,” gojo says.

it’s your turn to laugh this time. the sound is airy and breathless and disbelieving. you reach a hand around the back of gojo’s head again, leaning in once more.

“happy new year’s gojo,” you murmur, soft and sweet, and you realize that you are terribly in love with gojo satoru before you kiss him once more.

#one more rb #srb.

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