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httpshujii · 20 days

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“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

With Suguru’s broad build filling up the narrow door frame, you couldn’t tell what seemed to bother him all of a sudden. What would bother him anyways considering the hotel you guys will be staying at has every fancy aspect you can think of.

An onsen, a world class restaurant, and even a whole theater that fits over a thousand people for God’s sake. So what is the issue with the shiniest hotel in all of Japan?

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m changing the room.”

“What? Why?!”

But he isn’t even listening, already dialing away on his phone, most probably calling Yaga to complain about whatever reason there is.

“Will you tell me what’s wrong or not?”

“Why won’t he answer his shitty phone?!”

“Geto Suguru!”

“Huh?”

You like him? Speaks the voice in your head. And with a roll of your eyes, you purse your lips as a frown tugs at your lips, “What’s bothering you so much to the point where you want to change the room?”

And that’s when the male’s pale skin reddens, a veiny hand covering half his face, a groan of a bothered soul escaping his throat, “There’s…there’s only one bed.”

“Huh.”

You shake your head, you didn’t hear him right…right?

He sighs and pushes you ahead of him. Now with the room in your view, your heart drops at the sight of a small couch, a desk, and a single king sized bed, “Oh.”

“Yaga I’m gonna commit heinous crimes on you.” You grit out as you hold your phone against your ear.

“Why?”

“You booked us a room with one bed! That’s why!”

Suguru plops against the bed and groans into the sheets as you continue taking your pajamas out from the mini suitcase you carried.

“I didn’t book the room.”

A long, very, extremely, uncomfortable silence lingers around you. Oh fuck no.

“I’m sorry, I’ll call you back later.”

Quickly hanging up you scroll through your contacts pressing on a certain someone’s and the call rings three times before he finally answers.

“I’m going to put you in a pit of spiky rocks then proceed to pour lava on your skinny body of nothing but paper thin skin and fragile bones.”

“You love me so much~”

Of course Gojo would book a room in the richest hotel and of course he’d put you and Suguru in one bedroom with one bed.

“When I catch you Satoru…” He giggles instead, you can just imagine that stupid smirk on his face and how he’s probably buying some sweets considering the sounds of people and cars beeping in the background.

“I’m doing the both of you a favor, you should thank me instead of threatening my existence.”

“You’re so funny, I’m dying.” You snap out, injecting as much sarcasm as you can into your comment.

“Anyways, I should get going and you, Miss I Have The Biggest Crush On Gojo’s Hot Best Friend, should go and snuggle up with him, no?”

“I’m gonna eat you.”

“Cannibalism is frowned upon here-”

And with that, you hang up and toss your phone on the bed, “And obviously he won’t change the room because we’re broke and he’s basically rubbing his money in our faces.”

“Mhm.”

Suguru finally picks himself up after a considerable amount of time, as if he’s relishing in the comfort of the bed, “I’ll take the couch.”

“Half of you won’t even fit.”

“I’ll make myself fit.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Am not.”

“Look at me?” And he does, he takes every single chance to look at you when you’re talking or not, when you’re paying attention in class or not, when you’re walking or not. He watches you whenever he can and he’ll never, ever get bored.

You point at yourself, spinning around in a slow 360, “Are you aware of my size?”

“Yes.”

“And I’d fit better on the couch don’t you think?”

“Yes but the bed is comfier.”

“Doesn’t matter-”

“It does.”

“Don’t. Don’t interrupt me next time please.”

“…”

“But it’s comfier-”

“Damn it Suguru, just take the stupid bed.”

“No thanks.” “I’ll bite your knee caps.”

“I’m older than you and you should listen to me.”

He’s so sassy sometimes.

“By a month?”

“Still older.”

“I hate you.”

“No you do-…Okay wha- what’re you doing?”

He holds back a laugh, crossing his arms as he looks down at your laying body. There you are, in all your stubborn glory, laying down on the rugged floor with your arms crossed over your chest. “I’ll sleep on the floor if I have to, you’re taking the bed.”

“You know I can just carry you right?”

“If you do, I’ll never forgive you.”

“Worth a shot.”

It’s late, and it’s settled, you’re gonna cramp yourself onto the couch. Despite the tightness, it’s kinda nice. Or at least that’s what you try to tell yourself because the brick that’s holding your body is not helping.

But you shall resist! You nuzzle into the pillow, the only semblance and replacement for your bed back at Jujutsu Tech.

“You sure you don’t want the bed? It’s warm.” Despite the sincerely concerned tone in his voice, you can’t help but feel like he’s egging you on.

“No thanks. Enjoy it.”

With your back facing him, you rely on your hearing to conclude that he’s finally going to snuggle into that cloud of a bed and enjoy a good night’s sleep. But no.

You should’ve known that with Suguru’s generous nature would not allow you to sleep on the couch peacefully, you should’ve known that he’d carry you no matter how many times you kick and squirm in his hold, claiming that he’d drop you, you should already know that he will never, ever, drop you, and you shouldn’t be aware of how painfully hard his heart is pounding against his chest but that’s a little hard considering you were basically sandwiched against him.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“You’re gonna complain tomorrow morning and I don’t want to hear it.”

That’s a lie, he loves when you complain.

“That’s not my problem.”

“Just- please? We can put a pillow in between us…”

That seems to shut you up and with a sigh of relief, you succumb to the urges. With his promise kept, he places a pillow between you. And as morning rolls around, Suguru can't help the heat that engulfs him at the sight of the pillow long gone and instead your little body nuzzling against his.

@b0nten : IM SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG

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httpshujii · 3 months

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𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 彡 In which . . . Ran is naturally cold.

〔CW〕 — Tooth rotting fluff, reader is naturally warm, g/n reader.

〔AN〕 — I missed this. also help how do ppl flirt @okkalo this is the idea i told u about :>

Ran is naturally cold. No matter how many blankets he wraps himself in, he just can't get rid of the frost embedded inside his pale skin. He would tease Rindou with it too, sliding his hands beneath the younger's shirt when he least expected it.

Ran didn't think much of it when he was younger. But as he grew older, he craved it. He grew up to loathe winter and relished in the sunny days where Rindou would hog a fan and place cooling packs on his forehead.

Ran hated winter until he met you on a snowy December night on his way back from his salon appointment. And for the first time ever, Ran feels warm.

He didn't want to lose you and somehow managed to call you his only after a few dates.

You were just so right for him. The way your body molded against his so prefectly, the feeling of your little hands heating up his cold cheeks, and how your lips leave a hot trail when they kiss his skin.

It's too much for him. He believes this is fate. And Ran never really believed in such stupid little thoughts like love. He gets bored, and often leaves things and people hanging. But deep down, no matter how ashamed he is to admit it, he wants to love and wants to be loved. He craves it like a man that craves emotional intimacy.

And now he has you, his personal little heater, his little angel, his other half, and his favorite snuggle buddy.

What more could the infamous Haitani need?

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠: @natdu @linalilalu @kitorin @chigirizzz

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httpshujii · 20 days

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Rockstar bf!Shuji who sits you down on his lap to teach you a few chords.

Rockstar bf!Shuji who sings you stupid and cheesy lyrics that he made up on the spot.

Rockstar bf!Shuji who blows you a kiss after every song he performs, whether you're backstage or in the crowd.

Rockstar bf!Shuji who finds a way to talk about you to his audience every chance he gets because you're literally his muse and the reason he writes songs to begin with.

Rockstar bf!Shuji who lets you color in his tattoos when you're bored, always carrying a few markers in his guitar case when he's on the road so you can be entertained.

Rockstar bf!Shuji that loves when you post him on social media and show him off.

Rockstar bf!Shuji that has so many playlists for you with so many songs including his own (obv).

Rockstar bf!Shuji that sleeps on you whenever he's gonna perform. So an hour before he'd be sleeping on you, claiming it's his pre-show zen time.

Rockstar bf!Shuji who has your name engraved on his guitar case and a custom sticker of your name and your lipstick stain stuck on his guitar.

Rockstar bf!Shuji who absolutely loves you and will forever write and sing songs about you because he's so obsessed with you.

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httpshujii · 19 days

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a/n: reader is not ticklish so sry if u are :D this is pretty self indulgent btw

Mitsuya is a tease. He loves complimenting you to see that little blush bloom on your cheeks, he loves kissing you in places where only he can have access to, he loves to tickle you- wait...why aren't you laughing? Why aren't you rolling on the floor and pleading for him to stop? Why are you looking at him like that?

"You...you're not ticklish?" With a shake of your head, a sudden sheen of sweat lines Mitsuya's forehead and you gasp.

"Are you~?"

That tone. So very scandalous for his own good. Just the right amount of teasing and the a few drops of mischievousness, "H-heyyyy baby, what's up?"

A nervous chuckle swims out of his throat, a hand running through his lavender hair as he backs away from your advancing form. He can step on you if he wanted- hell he can put you in his pocket and you can live there, but with this new found information, the tables have been turned rather drastically.

"Why are you running from me Taka?" He shouldn't fall for it. That super powerful turbo 3000 ultra cute pout you have etched on your face, "jus' wanna hug you."

And so your fingers pinch his sides and he gasps out a whimpered laugh, "S-stop.." but do you listen? Of course not, why would you? You basically just found the key to being the most powerful being and you're not gonna use it against him? What a stupid thought!

You laugh along as you continue your ministrations until both of you can't breathe anymore. A heavy sigh elicits from you, your hands wrapping around his waist, "you're cute."

"Not. That was bullying."

"Nu uh."

"Uhuh."

An innocent giggle and a kiss to his cheek, he's quick to forgive you for now. He can't stay mad at you. How can he?

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httpshujii · 3 months

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𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐁𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐩 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰 In which . . . Pink bows.

〔CW〕 — Kissing, Shuji's muscles, pet names (babe and baby)

〔AN〕 — I did it @white-poppie

Hanma can’t say no to that pout. The way you jut your bottom lip out, how your eyes magically shine beneath the light of your room, and how your brows furrow. It’s his biggest weakness. With a loud groan and a punch to the face of your plushie, to which you gasp at, he looks at you for three long seconds.

“You’re not gonna give up are you?”

“Nope.”

Another sigh and a glance up at you and your cute little face, “Fuck you.” He grumbles as he sticks his arm out and lifts his sleeve to expose his bicep.

“You love me so much,” You hum in response, sitting down next to him and adjusting the position of his arm, “flex it a little please?”

Shuji obeys and you start tying the pretty pink ribbon around his tightened muscle. When you’re done, you smile happily and clap your hands, feeling content.

“So pretty Shu!”

“I guess..”

With a small hug from you, his exterior softens and he only holds you closer. Only to slam you down on the bed and hover over you to capture your lips in a greedy kiss.

When you pull away to catch your breath, he kisses your cheeks, “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”

“Sugar rush,” He states simply, “you’re so sweet baby.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re cute.”

Heat caresses your cheeks and a small proud smile paints your face as he pulls away to look at the bow tied around his bicep, “Is this like your way of claiming me or something?”

“Just thought it was cute.”

“Right.”

“I swear!”

“Shh, don’t swear.”

More kisses were gifted to you that night, and a well deserved sleep for the both of you.

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httpshujii · 3 months

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𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 彡 In which . . . Rindou keeps a polaroid camera on his window sill.

〔CW〕 — Flufffff, mentions of a cigarette once

〔AN〕 — Based off of @girlrindou 's masterpiece :> @okkalo here u go

Rindou has a polaroid camera that he keeps on his window sill. It’s an old piece of junk that he found, managed to get it fixed, and every now and then he grabs it and takes pictures on his monthly walks.

He loves taking pictures of birds, flowers, snow, and other natural things that capture his eye.

But his favorite piece of art to capture in those little frames, is you.

He clings to that camera when he takes you out on dates. Keeping it in his hands at all times, taking pictures of you when you look away, or when you crouch to pet a cat, or even as you run to the swings at the park near your house.

When he comes back home, he’d place those little polaroids everywhere, a few on the mirror in his bathroom, one placed in a small frame that he keeps on his desk, another one stuck to his laptop, and all the others placed in an aesthetic order above his bed on the wall.

He has captured so many of your favorite moments together and he can’t even begin to count how many favorite pictures he has of you. But there’s this one photo…

It was a chilly morning in March, sun starting to peak from beyond the horizon of buildings. It was the first time you and Rindou slept and woke up in the same bed, entangled in each other's arms. Warm bodies relishing in each other’s personal bubble, gentle kisses shared while half asleep, and sweet nothings whispered into crooks of necks.

Rindou woke up earlier than he’d like that day, but he’s still convinced that it was fate that woke him up because oh my god, how gorgeous you looked while sleeping in the warm rays of the sun that’s starting to flood the room through the thin curtains.

He lit a cig, rushed to grab his camera and stood on the mattress on his knees, smiling when he captured this peaceful moment in time. Your sleeping figure, half covered with the duvet, hair messily scattered on the pillow in the most perfect way ever, your lips parted, your breathing so slow it makes it look like time stopped.

Rindou lined the camera with his eye, he stayed like that for as long as possible, staring at you through the lens before finally clicking the button.

To this day, he keeps that picture in his wallet.

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httpshujii · 3 months

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𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 彡 In which . . . Suguru doesn't lose his sanity.

〔CW〕 — Crying, punching (one time), forehead kisses.

〔AN〕 — @s3ishu I FINALLY FINISHED IT

Suguru is always gentle. So it’s a big surprise when he grabs your hand a little too harshly and squeezes until you feel like your bones are about to break. Immediately worrying, you glance up at his eyes, narrowed and darkened.

“Suguru-”

“What is this?”

If you knew any better, this isn’t the Suguru that you hugged yesterday before going to your separate dorms, this isn’t the Suguru that you kissed good morning today, this isn’t the Suguru that loves everyone and cares for everyone no matter what.

“What is it?” Mocks the man who called for the execution of these two girls, “These two are behind the series of incidents.”

“Wrong.”

“These two are crazy,” puffs out the man.

I look down at the girls. Little feet covered in grime, scratches and bruises highlighting their legs and arms, shaking hands holding each other.

And then Suguru smiles and chuckles. Your heart drops, “Suguru don’t.”

“Shall we go outside for now?”

His voice, oh so sweet, sweeter than Gojo’s mochi, sweeter than honey, sweeter than sugar canes. You panic when he lets go of your hand and the man laughs with him.

Pulling and tugging didn’t stop him. He’s unfortunately much stronger than you, “Suguru stop it!”

“Wait in here with the girls, will you love?”

“No- stop it. Don’t do it.”

“Hey lady, will you stop being so ha-” With a punch to his face and a kick to his stomach from you, he’s down in an instant.

“Suguru don’t do it.”

“Why.”

This isn’t a question. His tone scares you, your heart stops and your hands start shaking from the intense anxiety you’re feeling.

“Please don’t…”

He’s quiet for a long while, waiting for you to finish. Waiting for you to list your reasons on why he shouldn’t kill everyone who looked down on the two shaking girls that suffered in a cold cell, with not enough care for them to survive properly or die anytime soon.

“I won’t be able to see you ever again. You’ll go away and you’ll hurt people. You’ll hurt Shoko and Satoru and me! Me Suguru!”

You’re screaming, as if he can’t hear you well enough. Slamming your fists into his chest and crying out for him to wake up, “Wake up! This isn’t right!”

You cry and cry, pleading and wishing. And he stands and listens, he’s tense and relaxed, he’s angry and relieved, he’s in love and he’s loathing, “Please don’t, I can’t do this without you…”

With these words, they bounce against the walls of his ears, vibrating in his mind, and flowing down to his heart. Despite the fresh urge to commit a mass murder, he can’t bring himself to the conclusion that he might never see you again.

“Not everyone looks down on these girls,” his heart breaks when he hears the break in your voice, “even if it’s just one person…”

You’re right. In every sense of the word, you are right. You’re always right, you always know how to guide him, always know how to look on the other side of the problem. You’re always there to help him. And that’s why he loves you.

Your small whimpers get stuck in your throat when he wraps his strong arms around you. Holding you so close, so tight against him, but you couldn’t care less. Deep down, there’s no possible way he could be happy knowing that he hurt so many people.

“We’ll take them home, we’ll take care of them, and they’ll be happy. I promise.” With these vows in mind, he rests assured. Only squeezing you tighter before pulling back to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

That night, you whisked the girls away back to Jujutsu Tech, introduced them to everyone before taking them inside to wash up, Shoko helps with checking up on their health, and Gojo offers them some of his Mochi.

By the end of the night, Suguru and you sit down on your bed, each girl in either of your laps, your head resting on his shoulder. Baby snores leaving your throat as you and the girls fall into a deep sleep. Suguru stays awake, brushing his fingers through your hair and occasionally pressing kisses to your head.

He can already picture all the days where all four of you will go out together, all the nights you’d play games together, all the future tears, screams, and laughs will be shared between you. He couldn’t be happier and more grateful for to have you by his side.

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httpshujii · 9 months

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 彡 In which . . . Hanma Shuji falls in love.

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〔CW〕 — Usage of pet names, mentions of smoking, cursing, first kisses, suggestive themes. long fic (4k words), reader gets called 'Paradise'

〔AN〕 — This is basically me projecting, except I'm not academically smart :D

Hanma Shuji doesn’t believe in love. And he surely doesn’t expect to be loved. And he’s fine with that.

Hanma Shuji went in the wrong at a young age. Falling under the influence of manipulative bliss. Tip of cigarette between sharp teeth, flicker of lighter, and inhaling smoke through mouth, exhaling through nose. Living on the life line of the strong taste of tobacco, the smell of blood, and the sweet intoxication of walking through the streets of Tokyo.

Hanma Shuji walked nights till the crack of dawn. Causing trouble here and there, minding his own business there and here.

Hanma Shuji being a usual delinquent in the lit up streets of Tokyo.

Typical Monday, Shuji sat at the back of the empty classroom. School shirt unbuttoned over a white tank top. Unlit cigarette hanging through his teeth as the early sun caressed his face.

Sighing, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He doesn't usually go to school. Thinks it's too wasteful, he'd much rather pick on younger students in the streets, but no one's available at 6 in the morning.

Shuji didn't sleep last night. Or any night.

"Bored.." He murmured to himself. And just as he was about to leave the class and head back home, a pretty little thing caught his attention.

Bag in your hand and a sweater draped over your other arm.

Your eyes land on him and his cigarette.

"Oh..sorry, didn't think anyone would be here." Shy giggles and hesitant steps take you to your seat that's two rows ahead of his.

You waste no time in placing your bag on your chair and you walk out with your sweater.

The boy's gaze never left your figure. Cat-like eyes stuck on you the whole time. Observing, studying, memorizing. And he's glad you don't notice.

He knows who you are. Everyone knows who you are.

And everyone loved you...Shuji hated that.

How can anyone say they love a girl who was known for her intelligence and her charisma when most of the time nobody knows you as a person?

And that was your thought as you walked around the school. Your beige sweater now on, earphones in ears, and you allow the music to take over you...

Ecstasy carrying layers of notes of different pitches, blissfully pleasing your hearing as the sun rose and started its day.

An hour later and you're back in class, writing down the notes you need to write. This endless cycle continues for the rest of the day, even through lunch you spend your time tutoring other students because you're asked to do so by the teachers.

You're the star student and every teacher's helpful tutor. You can't say you didn't like it because you find enjoyment while helping others.

But it was a bore sometimes...

And so, the day goes by…

Write notes, read, highlight, repeat.

The final period of the day arrives and it somehow goes faster than usual. Just as the bell finally rings…

“Hanma, y/n, could you two come here for a moment?” Your teacher asks as her fingers skim through papers.

Walking towards the desk, you feel a looming presence stand next to you. Your eyes dare dart upwards to see who this Hanma is.

You hear the name everyday when the teacher checks the attendance. Usually there’s no response, and you never paid any mind to his presence.

Your eyes scan over his features quickly. Hair styled up, dangling earring, pointy nose, and hypnotizing golden eyes.

“Y/n I’d like for you to sit with Hanma for the upcoming lesson, and I’d appreciate it if you went over the previous lessons with him as well.”

Groaning internally, you nod politely.

While awkwardly exchanging numbers with Hanma, you couldn’t help but notice the tattoos that decorated his hands. Sin and Punishment. His veins bulge as he typed his digits into your phone. Heat pools at your stomach and you’re forced to look away.

“So, tomorrow at the library after school, sound good?”

“Yeah whatever..” His voice exhales smoky rings of husks. Rumbling down to your heart, making it sprint in place.

Gulping down the sudden lump, grabbing your phone from his hand.

“I-I’ll text you the schedule.”

“Sure.”

“See you.” Waving back at him, you look to see if he’d do the same.

He flicks two fingers at you as a wave and gives you a tired excuse of a smile.

The next day comes faster than expected. Your loafers clap against the tiled floor of the halls. Making your way to the library, you’re surprised to find Hanma already there sitting on one of the many tables.

But…

He’s asleep.

The worst possible scenario.

Is having to wake him up when he looks so peaceful.

What to do? What to do?

Okay.

The options that you have include the following:

A. Wake him up.

B. Leave without an explanation.

C. Leave and text him an apology saying that something came up.

D. None of the above.

You choose D. I can’t just leave him…

But this isn’t like you. The boy barely has any interest in you and you’re aware of that. So why?

Why do you want to wait for him to wake up?

Is it because…

You want to listen to his steady breaths?

Or watch the rise and fall of his chest…

Maybe it’s to stare at him as his eyes flutter.

No, that’s just creepy.

You know what…

Your steps walk towards the table and you start working. Trying so hard to carefully flip the pages of your notebook. Taking your time writing down notes. Stealing glances at him every now and then.

Just enjoying his sleeping presence.

An hour passes, you don’t realize it.

But when you’re about to steal another glance at him, he’s already staring at you.

And oh…

How pretty he looks.

Hair disheveled, eyes hooded, and an unknown emotion swimming in his eyes. Heat pools in your stomach at the sight of him. A good moment passes until he decides to speak…

“Staring is rude y’know.”

“Well you’re staring too.”

“You’re staring as if I look like some monster or somethin’.”

“I’m not!”

“You’re being loud.” “Because you’re making me irritated.” Huffing, you cross your arms.

“Cute…” He hums as he nuzzles into the crook of his elbow, his eyes close momentarily before opening again.

Cute.

Such a complicated word. Hard to know what he’s referring to at this moment.

“Can we start?” You ask, lifting a page in your notebook, indicating you’re fed up and he just gives you a nod.

An hour passes. Shuji hasn’t taken out any notebook or book or pen. But you didn’t question it, at least he’s listening.

“Do you get it?”

“Mhm..”

. . .

“Do you?”

“No.”

A sigh and a pinch to the bridge of your nose.

“Like okay, I get everything yeah? But this part is kinda confusing.” He points to a graph in your book and starts listing what he finds hard.

But you’re barely paying attention.

Well, you are. But on him.

The way he’s leaning over the table, one of his elbows propping his head, as his fist sinks into his cheek. The way his finger taps against your book, your wandering eyes trailing over to his hand. Punishment. Your mind thinks of what his tattoo could possibly mean.

“So for example if this question comes in an exam, how do i answer it?” He asks peering up at you now.

You stare at each other for a few seconds.

“Pretty..” He whispers, he lifts his hand to brush it over the plush of your cheek. But pulling away a moment later, as though you’re too delicate to be touched by his sinful hands.

You didn’t sleep early that night. The phantom of his touch still lingers on you. He left right after you gave him the answer to his question. And you received a text from him once you got home.

“I think I know why everyone calls you Paradise.”

It’s an alias used by students when addressing you.

“Hey Paradise! Can you explain this to us?”

“Paradise, why don’t you come sing karaoke with us tonight?”

Paradise this, paradise that.

You don’t even know why they call you that.

Paradise is…it’s the sprinkle of golden specks across the night sky, it’s the warmth of fire, the coolness of snowflakes. Paradise is long strokes of a paintbrush going down a canvas, the soft washes of waves over the sand, the peaceful layer between the wake and the sleep. Paradise is the intoxicating scent of mysterious glances and peach flavored kisses.

Paradise is anything but you. You have the looks, the brains, everything. But you aren’t the person that you want to be. Being the perfect image for people that don’t bother enough to get to know you is draining. You don’t have friends that last long, you can’t talk to anyone about your day because no one asks, sure you have your parents, but you thrive to hold onto something that would belong to you and you only.

“Why?” You texted him that an hour ago. And as the night continued, sleep taking over, and the rings of the alarm blaring your ears off, you woke up to nothing. Not a text back, not even seen.

“How’s the progress with Shuji going?”

“Good, he’s good at memorizing and catches on quickly.”

“That’s good. You may leave now.”

A long sigh escapes you the moment you close the door of the classroom. Today is colder than usual, and today is worse than usual.

“Someone seems pissed.” The familiar smoky rings of husks. The same playful lilt. And the intimidating sight of Hanma Shuji fills your stomach with butterflies.

It’s been a month since you met him and he texted you every day. Asking if you’re gonna continue studying after school in the library. But he never once answered your question. However, he started sitting with you daily. He changed his seat to sit right next to you, he would sit with you during lunch time and he’d even go as far to buy you a drink from the vending machines.

You don’t know what it is that lures you to his presence. Overall, in your eyes, he’s calm and collected. But it’s only been a month since you’ve met him. There’s still a lot you need and want to learn.

“‘M not pissed.” You grumble clearly pissed as you start walking towards the library.

“Poor little girl’s all mad.”

“I said I’m not mad.”

“Ehe ♡”

“What?”

“We had the same conversation a month ago.”

“Why am I surprised you remember?”

“Why are you surprised that I remember?”

At that, heat tickles your stomach and you just continue walking.

“You’re interesting.” Is what he started with as you took a seat at the table.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

A small tilt of his head and a ghost of a smirk hangs on his lips, “What question?”

“Why.”

Silence hangs in the air. He knows what you’re talking about. He stares at you in a strange intensity, not serious, or playful. You can’t tell what it is you’re feeling. A sharp gulp down your throat and he’s talking again, “You ever been on a motorcycle before?”

“No. Why?”

“Do you wanna go?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“You ask why too much.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.”

Why. Such a stupid word that you tend to repeat. Being sheltered from having friends, you’re not used to discussions outside of the study topic. He makes you feel as if you’re an alien on this planet. He makes you feel curious and…dangerous. You feel dangerous around him.

“Ah fuck it. Lets go.”

“Where?”

“Just come with me will ya?”

Another sharp gulp and your feet are suddenly walking alongside him. You walk outside the school and down the sidewalk, all the way till you reach a small garage. You feel sick. A good sick. The type of sick you feel when you go down a really high rollercoaster.

He walks in and you follow, he grabs your school bag and places it onto a brown leather couch that's tucked into the corner of the place. An old coffee table in front of it and a mini fridge sitting nearby as well. But the main attraction, a motorcycle sits on a platform. A vintage Kawasaki Ninja, styled with a leopard print, and polished so that the finish can twinkle under the light.

You don’t notice yourself when you allow a subconscious ‘woah’ to escape your lips.

“Lovely one, isn’t she?”

You watch as Sin runs along the seat of the vehicle. His eyes stay on you though…

With a nod, he beckons you over. This time your steps are more confident. The minute you stand next to him, his hands move to your hips, lifting you up as if you’re nothing.

“W-what’re you…?”

“Wanna ride with me?”

It’s stupid to ask this question after seating you down. But the way he’s propping himself on the bike, the way his eyes search yours for any hesitation, the way he’s so effortlessly attractive by just tilting his head in amusement.

You tug on the hem of your skirt. Do I want this?

“C’mon pretty you know you want to~”

Your stomach did somersaults, butterflies abused your insides, and the blush on your cheeks was not taken for granted by him. With a soft pinch to your cheeks, “Cute.”

He moves away from the bike and walks towards a locker. He pulls out a leather jacket and hands it to you. It’s heavy, warm, and smells of cigarettes and dark cologne. It smells of him and it intoxicates you so beautifully.

He opens the garage door before finally sitting in front of you. The engine growls to life. A leopard hiding behind a bush, revving itself to pounce at a common prey. His calloused hands find refuge on yours, pulling them to hug his waist. You feel him tense up slightly, he stays there, his hands on top of yours, fingers caressing yours.

You feel a strange warmth, like the sun has nuzzled itself in your throat and it's sliding down to rest in your stomach.

This lasts for a couple of seconds before he revs the bike a couple of times, he goes down the ramp of the platform and the wind is quick to play with your hair. The highway he drove on was surprisingly empty despite it being four in the afternoon.

He drove with surprising ease, you’re scared but you trust him. It’s odd, trusting someone that you don’t know much about. Driving before stopping at a red light. He pats your hand before turning his head to the side slightly.

“You okay?”

“Yeah..”

“You sound hesitant baby, what’s wrong?”

“Kinda scared.”

“Don’t be, just lean with me on the turns alright?”

“Okay.”

“Atta girl ♡”

He drove you to the beach. And as he carried you off the bike, your eyes never left the crashing waves. Wonder filling your eyes as if you’re a little girl again.

“Never been to the beach before?”

“No.”

“Missing out big time.”

He holds your hand before walking towards the wooden dock. You both take a seat on the edge. You peek down at the blue waters, the sun setting creates divine hues of gold to mix with the palette of waves. So beautiful.

“I think I know why they call you Paradise.”

“Why?”

“Because you are paradise.”

“I don’t get it.”

A chuckle from him and he’s laying back on the wood. He sighs dreamily and closes his eyes.

“I don’t get it Hanma.” You repeat and this time he opens his eyes to look at you. He’s so enamored, so amazed by your presence.

“Ah shit.” Punishment clutches his chest. Sin covers his face.

“I don’t get it…” You mumble once again. Shuffling in place to face him now.

“I don’t get it either,” His words are muffled, he slides his hand down his face, “Fuck!” He yells to no one in particular, but you flinch at the volume.

“What did I do?!” You immediately take yourself as the blame but there’s a smile on your face, he smiles at you and he shakes his head ever so slightly.

Sin moves to brush the stray strands of your hair away from your face, it slides down your face to cup your cheek. He props himself up with his other elbow and looks at you appreciatively.

As if admiring a painting, his eyes trace over every feature of your face. Every mole, every freckle, every line and crease. He wants to kiss them. He wants to kiss your cheeks till they’re burning, he wants to kiss your tears away, he wants to kiss you so badly it hurts. You’re right here, in front of him and in his presence…

So why is it so hard to reach out to you and just kiss the life out of you?

Because he’s afraid. Hanma Shuji is fearless, he lives as a careless fugitive that finds pleasure in knocking teeth down people’s throats, he spends his days and nights laughing with the yells of his victims. Hanma Shuji doesn’t believe in love. And he surely doesn’t expect to be loved. And he’s not fine with that.

It’s been a month for God’s sake and he’s already fallen for you. How?

Is it the way you explain lessons? Is it the way you walk? Is it the way your eyes light up when he gets something right? Is it your face? Your body? Your smile? Your laugh? Maybe it’s the little tilt of your head when you feel confused? Or is it the hesitancy every time you’re with him? Maybe it’s everything and more.

Hanma Shuji fell under the painfully beautiful spell of love in a month. And he doesn’t expect to be loved by you.

You’re too pure, too angelic, too beautiful. Your whole existence doesn’t deserve to be meddled with by a boy that could break your heart.

Everything about him breaks your heart…because you want to have him.

“Hanma-”

“Don’t say my name like that.” Lie. Say my name, say my fucking name like it’s a fucking prayer. He wishes to tell you.

“...Shuji.”

“Fuck.” With a single blink, he’s standing on his knees in front of you. His hands cup your cheeks and he looks down at you.

He’s so lovesick it’s pathetic. How? How can he fall in love this quick? Is this normal? Probably not. Does he care? Yes…and no. His eyes narrow and they trace your lips, so kissable.

His thumb presses on your bottom lip. He’s hesitant now. The way you’re looking up at him so prettily. So innocently. Asking him to do whatever he wants, as if you’re completely clueless on what you want. He knows he shouldn’t give in. He really, really shouldn’t. You’re breaking his heart by trusting him with your purity. He hasn’t even kissed you yet and he already feels like he committed a crime.

A long grumble leaves his lips and his forehead is resting on your shoulder. He’s breathing heavily, as if he ran a whole marathon- well, his heart is.

This hurts hurts hurts. He feels like a child at a museum, wanting to touch an ancient vase but if he does he’d get a good slap on his hand for touching something so valuable.

He’s touching someone so valuable. It feels like a crime. Such a big crime.

Just do it Shuji damn it. It’s just a girl.

But it’s not just a girl, his subconscious speaks.

It is.

Is not.

Sigh, is not.

It’s you.

With another sigh, he lifts his head up again.

“Please let me kiss you.”

He wouldn’t be caught dead saying those words in front of anyone but you. He’s so soft it’s revolting. He sounds so desperate, as if he’s starved and thirsty. Thirsty to feel your lips against his. Hungry to taste you and hold you close and never let you go.

He notices the way your eyes widen, and he admires the way as the sun’s final rays swim in your eyes. So pretty so pretty so pretty.

“You’re a crime Paradise..” He mumbles into your ear. Laying a teasing kiss under your ear lobe, “I’ll be so good to you, I promise.” A kiss to your jaw, “Please…” Lips hover over lips, desperately inhaling and exhaling your essence as if you’re water.

He’s a man in the desert, you’re the refreshing oasis in the distance. He wants to drink you up. Feel you down his throat and in his chest.

With little effort, you manage to push yourself high enough so your lips come crashing against his. Arms wrapping around his neck.

What the hell are you doing? You’ve never kissed anyone, so why are you just as desperate to kiss him? For the hell of it? To experience it? No…

You like Shuji. You like his effortlessness, you enjoy talking with him, even if it’s just a stupid lesson, you enjoy his calmness, you enjoy looking at him, you enjoy standing with him behind the school during lunch breaks to make sure he wouldn’t get caught smoking, you love the small moments when he’d struggle to solve a simple equation, you adore his teasing comments and nicknames, you love every moment with him because you feel relaxed, you feel like yourself around him.

He fills that hole in your chest.

The feeling of having someone that belongs to you is fulfilling and rewarding. You’re overflowing with aching waterfalls of affection and need.

His lips mold against yours, he senses your hesitancy and wastes no time in taking initiative. Slowly moving against your lips to provide you with reality, he genuinely wants this. Hanma Shuji has never taken anything seriously, but the moment he met you, everything changed.

As cheesy as it sounds to him, he’s convinced you’re the only person for him. He hums as he deepens the kiss, detaching slightly, looking into your eyes, searching for any negative emotion.

Discomfort, doubtfulness, hate, anything. And you’re over here, looking at him, wanting more but you’re too shy to ask.

He’s basking at the sight of you, lips puckered and wet, cheeks burning, brows furrowed with frustration at the loss of contact.

“You’re just a little girl aren’t you?” His whisper tickles your lips, “‘m not little…”

“Mmm..that so? You’re pouting as if I took your favorite candy away.”

“I want my candy back.”

“Hehe ♡”

That same night, when Shuji dropped you home, he texted you at midnight.

“Meet me outside.”

“Now?”

“Pls?”

You don’t know why you agreed, there’s no school tomorrow so it’s fine. But sneaking out just to meet him? Your parents would be disappointed.

“Hanma?”

“That’s Shuji for you~ Missed you, pretty.”

You shiver when he wraps his arms around your waist, he lays a quick trail of kisses down your neck.

“You saw me a few hours ago!”

“Still missed you though.” He spins you around to face him. And oh…

Hair down, eyes wider than usual, smile stretched from ear to ear.

He’s like a puppy.

“Why are you he-MPH!”

“Mmm ♡”

He’s so cheesy, but you kiss back none the less. This time, the kiss holds more passionate and lustful intent. He isn’t holding back.

Your back arches as he leans against you, as if trying to get as close to you as possible. Sin cups your neck, punishment holds your waist tightly.

He kisses you deeply, longingly, hungrily. You’re conflicted on what he’s trying to say.

Hanma Shuji doesn’t talk much, and doesn’t enjoy conveying things through words. He believes that actions speak louder.

Can’t get enough of you, he says, making me crazy over you, a pretty angel.

Small whimpers escape your throat and he swallows them gratefully. Relishing in the small vibrations shared between the both of you.

He parts after a good minute.

Inhaling and exhaling as if he took his first breath of pure oxygen.

“You’re so lovely.” His hands brush through your hair and he giggles at the sight of you.

“You’re so lovesick.”

“Only for you pretty ♡”

Tags (open !): @kitorin @beanxiv @kryscent @strawberrypockybox @bejeweled-night-33 @b0nten @natdu @okkalo @maevelevy

#[𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧]#✶≼[TOKYO REVENGERS]#ஜ˳༄꠶ SHUJI #ఌ︎. [SHUJI]#love this sm #hanma shuji #hanma x reader #hanma x femreader #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji fluff #hanma shuji x you #hanma x you #hanma tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x reader

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 彡 In which . . . Choso's ringed fingers itch to intertwine with yours.

〔CW〕 — Nothing !!

〔AN〕 — I blame pinterest and corpse husband for having beautiful hands.

Walking through the museum, Choso feels calm, content. Standing away from a painting hung on one of the many white walls, he observes his date as her eyes gaze with wonder over the painting of the lover's holding hands.

Despite it only being a painting, y/n can clearly feel the love fluttering in the air around her. Quiet giggles of a girl in love echo around and caress Choso's ears beautifully.

Oh how he wishes to hear her giggle once again...

Choso can't help the smile ghosting his dark features as he looks at her with lovesick eyes.

Such a beautiful sight...He thinks. His fingers twitch ever so slightly, what's this feeling?

An uncomfortable tingling. Begging to be eased. Hand turns into fist, shoulders tense, body stiff.

"Isn't it pretty Choso?" Her voice asks cheerfully as her body twirls to face him, skirt flowing like a soft current with her movements.

Choso freezes up.

He only asked her to be his girlfriend not too long ago, never touching each other except for sharing subtle brushes against each other's shoulders. Most of the time it's just secretive glances.

But now, Choso wants to touch her. He wants to brush the rough pads of his fingers on her cheeks, he wants to glide a finger down her nape, he wants to card his fingers through her hair, he wants to trace every feature and spot every mole and beauty mark he can find.

Choso wants to touch her. Heart beating painfully against his ribcage, almost breaking out until he snaps back to reality once she calls his name.

"Choso?"

Say it again...He wants to tell her.

His hooded eyes darting through her bright ones.

With not even a syllable uttered between the both of them, Choso's itching hand reaches out to hold hers. Cold rings tickling your fingers.

So delicately, his hand traces over her knuckles and the creases in her palm, as if drawing a painting, his eyes stay locked on hers.

He watches as a rosy tint splashes across her cheeks and he smirks tiredly.

"So pretty..." He mumbles as his fingers finally intertwining with hers. His hands are cold, but his body seems to relish in the warmth radiating off her hand.

She feels heat rise up her neck, and she looks away out of shyness.

Her gaze lingers on Choso's hand. So big and veiny...and pretty as his fingers wrapped around hers. Finally intertwining their hands together.

The chunky rings on his fingers compliment the paleness of his hand and the redness of his knuckles. So pretty...

Eyes meeting eyes once again. Faint smiles of firsts. And Choso tugs her away to observe the next painting. Hand in hand.

#[𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧]#✶≼[JUJUTSU KAISEN]#ஜ˳༄꠶ CHOSO #ఌ︎. [CHOSO]#SUIBGVOAHVWGFBQ #im in love with choso.#choso x reader #choso x female reader #choso fluff #choso kamo #choso kamo fluff #choso kamo x reader

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httpshujii · 10 months

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Ayyy <33

For the prompt things you shared, if you're OK with it of course

"#12. "your mom totally hates me."

"she almost started planning our wedding yesterday."

"oh."

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞 彡 In which . . . he's the embodiment of a bad guy and your mom agrees.

〔CW〕 — Pet name(s) (baby), making out.

〔AN〕 — It took me a good minute to realize that today is July 10 and it's @natdu 's bday so.......HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAT MY BB <333

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes."

"She's going to hate me."

"No she's not."

"Baby."

"C/n."

He stops in front of you. You cross your arms over your chest.

Last night, your mother asked you to invite your 'wonderful' boyfriend over so she can meet him for the first time.

Unbeknownst to her however, your boyfriend holds the embodiment of 'if looks could kill.'

Rocking tattoos here and there, a dangling hoop in his ear, and a bad mouth.

"What if I accidentally say a bad word? I'd never be able to see you again!"

A sigh escapes your throat as his arms wrap around you and he sobs (fakely) into the crook of your neck.

"Oh the agony!" A small slap to his shoulder sends him to stand up straight. The reality of him standing in front of your home sinks in.

This is where you grew up. This is where you sleep and do your homework. This is where you spend your time when you're not with him.

He's nervous. And you're very aware of that.

With a small squeeze to his hand, you reassure him by pressing a kiss to his cheek before opening the door and walking in.

"I'm home with the special guest!"

Immediately, the smell of warm food hits his senses. A hum rumbles low in his chest and you both kick off your shoes.

You basically drag him towards the dining room to see your mother preparing the table.

"Mom, this is c/n. C/n this is mom." You introduce with a bright smile on your face.

And your mom's reaction was what you expected. Eyes wide and blinking rapidly.

You look up at your boyfriend and he's practically sweating bullets, "H-hello ma'am. It's very nice to finally meet you." He manages to greet your mother, extending a shaky hand waiting for her to accept it.

A small smile grazes her lips and she shakes his hand.

"It's nice to finally meet the boy y/n can't stop talking about."

"Oh?" Now he's looking at you. Heat tickles your neck.

"Mom!"

"It's true," A small giggle leaves your mother's lips and she guides you both to the table, "Hope you like [your favorite food]."

"Y/n told me about it, I've always wanted to try it."

And so dinner goes better than great. The three of you laughing together, enjoying the food together, and just having a good time.

He even offers to clean the dishes with you while your mother makes tea.

And so once again, laughter echos in the living room. You and c/n sitting on one couch, his arm playing with your hair as your mom tells him stories about you.

And somehow...

You all decided to watch a movie, you and c/n went to make popcorn while your mother picked out a movie.

And what do two teenagers that are so in love do?

They make sure the other knows how much they love them.

"I love you.." c/n murmurs against your lips, his hands resting on the counter, pinning you between him and the marble surface.

Feeling shy and fidgety, "My mom can come in any minute you know.."

"I know." One of his fingers brush over you burning cheek, "But a little kiss wouldn't hurt right?"

A little kiss would hurt if it turns into a full on make out session.

And a make out session would kill, if your mother decided to walk in on you two all over each other.

"H-hey mom! How um how is the air you're breathing?"

The poor woman was buffering up what she just witnessed and the beeping of the microwave snapped her back to reality.

"I think I'm just gonna...yeah, I'm gonna call it for the night."

. . .

"Your mom totally hates me."

"She almost started planning our wedding yesterday."

"Oh."

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

"WHAT?"

-TERUSHIMA, Kuroo, Atsumu, Suna, Gojo??, Kazutora, Baji, Mikey, Draken, RAN, Smiley

💭. . . 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 . . .@natdu

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAT!! Where do I even start? Okay- so ever since we started interacting, I would feel all giddy and warm inside. You make me so happy even on days where I just don't feel like being happy. Anytime I get a notification from you, or anytime we interact, even if it's only a small one, I feel very complete and my day would get better. I'm so happy we got to meet on here and hope you have an amazing birthday <3

💌. . . 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐑𝐚𝐲

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𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐬 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 彡 In which . . . Rindou needs to know.

〔CW〕 — Fluff in the beginning, angst (im so sorry), f!reader, death, mentions of blood (one time), a cliff hanger if you squint + let me know if I missed anything !

〔AN〕 — I'm sad. And I'm really sorry for making you guys sad also.

Rindou was once in love. He was in love with cherry blossoms, in love with the moon, and in love with Spirea flower bushes. He fell in love with these things because you were in love with them.

He was only eight when he first met you, playing with small water guns with his brother. Chasing each other around the playground, the younger Haitani looked away from his direction for a little too long, only to bump into you, a mere child that wasn’t older than him by much.

He didn’t care much at first, but the small sounds of sniffling didn’t go unnoticed. Looking back down at you, a frantic girl searching for something that fell.

“No no no..”

Small hands patting down at the floor to feel something other than small pebbles and twigs. Rindou grew curious.

He wasn’t curious about much, he has Ran to explain things for him when needed, but Ran is long gone trying to fix his braid that got ruined from all the running.

With a sigh, Rindou crouched down to the crawling girl.

“Whatcha lookin’ for?”

Looking up, Rindou sees nothing but fat tears, puffy cheeks, and wet lips. The sight of such sad, doe eyes making his stomach jump once, “A ring..”

With the back of your hands, you wipe away your tears, trying to get a good look at the boy in front of you, “A ring?”

“A ring,” you confirm, “a golden one.”

With a hum from his throat, Rindou looks around with you. But with Ran cutting Rindou’s moment short, he had to go home for dinner.

“Sorry, gotta go.”

You barely talked, but you liked him. He helped you.

“W-wait!” chasing after him shortly, Rindou turns with an arched brow, “Hm?”

“Your name.” It sounded like a demand, but he would think otherwise with how shy you look, twiddling with the skirt of your dress, your lips out in a pout.

“Rindou.”

“I’m [name]!”

“See you.”

You came to the playground the next day in search of your ring, maybe also hoping to see Rindou. You like Rindou. He’s funny looking. But he helped you.

You walked around the area that you bumped into him, searching with your eyes as if your life depended on it.

“Why is it so important to you?”

You perk up and smile at the sound of your new friend, “Rindou!”

“You’re so loud..”

“Sorry.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“What’s important?”

“The ring.”

Your smile drops and you furrow your brows, “I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

He snorts at that, his lip twitching up into a mock smile, “I’m probably older than you.”

“How old are you?” Your arms cross over your chest, hip tilting to the side in a sassy manner.

“Eight.”

“Aw shucks…”

“Why is it important.” Rindou is curious, he wasn’t curious about much.

“I’ll tell you when I’m older.”

You’re so persistent, Rindou doesn’t like that, “Please?”

With a shake of your head, he sighs and grows impatient, “If I help you and find your ring, will you tell me?”

“I guess.”

“You promise?”

He held out his pinky, immediately, you link yours with his, “Promise.”

Rindou made it his life goal to find that ring. He would spend days with you, this went on for what felt like forever until you both suddenly forgot about it.

You both grew up to be the closest of friends. He grew fond of your likes and dislikes, he learned so much from you, and despite his walk into fights and ill doings, he still treated you as always.

Unfortunately for his known identity, you became a target of many. Driven by the greed to beat the Haitani’s place and only cause more corruption than there already is, Rindou protected you.

Until he saw you fall to the roots of a cherry blossom tree. Your blood painting the trunk of the tree. It was a cold spring night. And despite the ice in the air and in Rindou’s heart, he blushed at your warm smile, your breathless giggle, and your last words.

“Guess I’ll have to tell you when we meet again, huh Rin.”

Rindou was curious, he wasn’t curious about much.

He was curious about why he cried so much and why he frantically called your name despite your skin going cold, why did he hug you and whisper words he wanted to tell you on so many occasions and why couldn’t he protect you.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

Rindou dragged his feet across the tiled floor of the playground. It’s been a month since you left, a whole month of being alone.

He cried every night since then, “You’re an idiot. You broke your stupid promise.”

Rindou looked around the park, everything is so small now. And dark.

Always at home for dinner time, not allowed to be out past six in the evening.

He walks towards a small flower bush. Pink buds of baby petals, ‘Spirea’ you once told him.

“They’re pretty right Rin-rin?”

“You’re prettier.” He wished to say.

“I’m an idiot.”

The moon is out tonight, he turns to face it.

“The moon is my best friend.” You smiled a little too brightly for his liking.

“What about me?”

“You’re my favorite-best friend.”

“Can I be more?” He wished to ask.

He walked a little further, a glint of something shiny catching his eye as he looked away from the bush.

Rindou is curious, he isn’t curious about much.

He walked back to the bush, crouching down to toss with the soil.

Another glint, and gently pinching his thumb and pointer around a small object.

Gray eyes widen and tears threaten to spill as he holds a golden ring in his palm, the little thing is faded of color, but nothing a rinse in the water can’t fix. How is it still there? After all these years?

“You’re supposed to tell me now.”

He smiled for the first time in a month. And cried for the nth time this month.

“Rindou, what's with the necklace?”

Ran is observant, Rindou doesn’t like that.

“Just thought it’d be cool.”

The younger one answers, one hand pushing his glasses up his nose and the other spinning the golden ring on the silver chain that decorates his neck.

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 彡 In which . . . you celebrate Shuji's birthday.

〔CW〕 — Usage of pet name (baby), crying (not rly), mentions of smoking.

〔AN〕 — Happy birthday to the absolute love of my life. Srsly wish u were real, love you so much more than you'd ever love me.

Tall, lanky, and edgy appearance to the eyes. Hanma Shuji enjoys the smell of gore, the harsh impact of skin against skin, the melody of moans and groans of tired throats, and the thump of curling bodies on the cold concrete of December streets.

But even after all the breathy laughs, cigarette puffs, and blood pumps, Shuji gets tired.

"Darii..." He'd hum as he walks down the familiar path of one.

Walking past a playground, up a staircase of a building, and knocking on a door. It's late.

"You should be sleeping." He greets with a crooked smile and droopy eyes, hands in pockets as he leans down and presses a kiss to your hair.

"Says you," You argue back as you lean up on your tippie toes and hug him close. Instantly, he melts into your touch. Hugging you back just as tight.

Everyone has their own secret, and you're Shuji's little secret. Not really, but he doesn't want you involved in his actions on the streets. Worrying about you most of the time you're out because he knows what can happen.

You find it cute. And you find it cute how he always comes back to you.

"Missed you," his voice is rusty and broken. Tired and smoky. Noting his drowsy complexion, a soft smile grazes your lips. Pulling him in from the cold of the outside air, and into the intoxicating warmth of your home.

Hanma Shuji is scary to all, haunting victims', making everyone think he's some ghost on Halloween night.

But in your eyes, he's none of that bullshit.

He's just a sixteen year old boy that went in the wrong, but it's okay. Because he just needs to slow down every once in a while.

Always a step ahead, always on edge, always messed up in the head.

But if only people looked closer . . .

Shuji loves reading, borrowing a book from the library almost every week. Reading them to you as you make him a cup of hot chocolate.

Shuji loves getting pampered, pleading for you to cut and file and even paint his nails.

Shuji loves listening to you yap about that one kid in your class, he loves watching you do absolutely anything, and he especially loves how he can be vulnerable with you.

Following you as you dragged him to your kitchen, he leans back against the counter, "Can you close your eyes Shu?"

Without hesitation, he closes those golden orbs of his and a small smile paints his lips. He hears the flick of a lighter and is immediately curios, "Lighting a cig without me?"

"You wish. After that one time, never smoking again."

He laughs dryly, all sound carved out of his throat. His mind takes him back to the first time he let you try a puff of smoke, he laughed as you choked on the filthy air. Laughing even more when you smacked his shoulder, kissing you afterwards as an apology.

"You can open your eyes now..."

"You sound kinda hesitant baby, what's wrong?"

"Just nervous," he knows you're kicking your foot on the tiled floor, it's a habit of yours anytime you feel shy or nervous about saying something, "open your eyes...please."

He flutters them open, his smile falls slightly and his eyes widen. In your hands, a plate with a small cake sits, decorated with silver golden flakes and white frosting. A small purple candle sits atop, the little flame dancing.

"I'm not gonna sing the birthday song just because it's awkward. But happy birthday Shuji." A shy smile paints your features. Bringing the plate up to his eye level. He smiles softly, "I'm glad you're here with me today...and I'm glad to see that those stupid cigarettes didn't kill you yet.." you tell, laughing at the end as if it's a prayer to God, thanking him that Shuji's in good health.

Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, you don't even know why. Maybe it's just the thought that he might go out one day and never come back, maybe it's the possibility that he might get bored of you, or maybe something else.

You don't want him to leave. You want him here, by your side. Sin and Punishment cup your cheeks, wiping away the tears you didn't feel fall.

With a forced smile, you manage to croak out, "Make a wish.."

"My wish came true a long time ago, when you came along."

"Then wish something for me."

"Anything."

"I wish that you stop smoking those stupid cigarettes."

"Can't do that baby~"

"Worth a try."

Thinking for a second, Shuji blows out the candle.

"Thank you pretty."

Placing the plate on the counter and grabbing a fork, "For what?" you hand the utensil to him and he pokes it into the soft cake.

"For remembering."