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itadorisgf · 3 years

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the ice cream is much appreciated on a day as sweltering as today. sweat beads at your hairline and your loose t-shirt clings to your sticky skin. sitting in the shade of the umbrella offers protection from the sun, though it does nothing about the awful simmering heat.

“say ahh, megumi.”

you hold a spoonful of your ice cream in the air and open your mouth to imitate a child. across the table, megumi appears to be wholly unimpressed with your antics. he’s dressed more casually today - just a pair of dark athletic shorts and a faded, old t-shirt - and he’s still the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen, but then again, you always find megumi beautiful.

“no,” he flatly responds.

a childish pout forms on your lips. with the back of your hand, you hastily swipe at your forehead. you wrinkle your nose in mild disgust at how slick your hand is afterwards.

“c’mon, ‘gumi. i know you want some,” you say in a sing-songy voice. you rhythmically swing your hand back and forth, attempting to persuade megumi into letting you feed him.

“i’m not going to let you feed me.”

megumi scrunches his nose as if the mere thought offends him. your pout deepens as the ice cream begins to melt in your spoon.

“fine, buzzkill. i can’t believe you hate me,” you huff.

before a drop of it can hit the table, you quickly stick the spoon in your mouth and let the ice cream dissolve on your tongue. ah, delicious. ice cream was really just what you needed on a day like this.

“you’re dramatic,” megumi says with a sigh. you shrug your shoulders while eating another bite of the cold treat, you can’t deny that.

he leans forward the slightest bit and opens his mouth. you blink. your eyes light up as a pleased grin stretches across your cheeks.

“say ahh, ‘gumi,” you tease, swaying the spoon back and forth. scarlet crawls up his neck, peeking through the collar of t-shirt.

“do you want to feed me or not?”

megumi’s lips tighten into a straight line as you laugh at his expense. your laughter is raucous and grating, but megumi enjoys the sound all the same. he only wishes you weren’t laughing at him.

“sorry, baby. you’re just too cute sometimes.”

a genuine smile forms on your lips and megumi resists the urge to duck his head down. megumi has no clue how you can be so open with your affections. it’s more than embarrassing at times, but megumi wouldn’t change it. a small part of him likes it. (lies, a large part of him loves it.)

“just feed me already,” he grumbles. he pointedly ignores the knowing look sparkling in your eyes and wraps his lips around the spoon when you offer it to him.

“another?”

you innocently ask as you hold up another spoonful of ice cream right after megumi’s swallowed.

“just one more and that’s it.”

your eyes glitter with amusement.

“okay.”

(megumi begrudgingly allows you to feed him the rest of your ice cream.)

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itadorisgf · 3 years

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Hello! I dont know if your event is already full or not because your last update was a few hours ago. If it still has a slot for one more, may i please request megumi touching you (not in a sexual way, just like platonically / romantically) to get your attention? I think this was from the first promt. Thankyou!

— fushiguro megumi + touching you to get your attention

⤷ anonymous asked: Hello! I don't know if your event is already full or not because your last update was a few hours ago. If it still has a slot for one more, may i please request megumi touching you (not in a sexual way, just like platonically / romantically) to get your attention? I think this was from the first prompt. Thank you!

note: this turned into a whole fic…the part where gumi touches you to grab your attention is rather brief, but i still hope u like this!!

ft. fushiguro megumi

warning: gn!reader, second-year!reader, fluff, blood, pre-relationship so pining!reader

⤷ the flower shop

You are going to kill Gojo-Sensei.

Your mouth flattens into a tight line, brows pinching together to form a deep crease, as your grip on your phone tightens. The bright image pulled up on the screen of your handheld device is the cause for your ire. It’s one of a series of images that Gojo-Sensei has sent to your group chat with your fellow Second-Years of Fushiguro Megumi looking worse for wear. Though the images are all rather blurry, you can clearly make out the injured state Fushiguro’s in: his uniform is dirtied and his face is scraped up with what looks like fresh blood streaming down from his hairline. You’re sure Maki will get a kick of Fushiguro getting his ass handed to him, but you’re more concerned about Fushiguro’s current physical state.

He must not be too severely injured if Gojo-Sensei is texting you Second-Years pictures of Fushiguro all beaten up. This should help alleviate your stress, but it doesn’t. Your gut still churns uncomfortably at the thought, at the image, of Fushiguro injured, seriously or not.

You exit the images to view the chat. You roll your eyes at Gojo’s text message, which accompanies the many pictures he sent of Fushiguro.

Gojo-Sensei: Look who got beat up!!!

As a teacher, he really shouldn’t sound so thrilled at the prospect of his student getting injured, but then again, Gojo-Sensei’s not exactly a respectable teacher in your eyes. Your eyes scan the rest of the messages from your classmates. Given the time difference, you would guess that Yūta is most likely busy with his day right now all the way on the other side of the world, hence his lack of response. You make a mental note to shoot him a text soon and check in on him. You know Yūta well enough to know that he’s probably running himself ragged. Toge’s in the middle of a mission right now, which only leaves Panda and Maki available to reply to Gojo-Sensei’s message.

You were correct in your assumption that Maki would be pleased with the pictures, her text asking if Gojo-Sensei managed to get a video of Fushiguro getting beat up. Panda echoes that sentiment by responding with arrows pointing upward underneath Maki’s text. Your thumbs hover over your keyboard, contemplating if you should reply or ignore the chat.

“Is Fushiguro alright?” You hit send before you can overthink and toss your phone onto your nightstand. When your phone loudly pings, you scramble in the dark to grab it, unlocking your phone to view the response. You flip onto your stomach, burying your face into your pillow with a loud muffled groan.

Maki: Aw, are you worried about your lover boy?

You should’ve never confided in Maki about your small crush on Fushiguro. Well, it’s not like you were the one to bring it up. When Maki had casually slipped into your conversation that it’s gross how much you resemble a lovesick puppy around Fushiguro, you were taken aback and attempted to refute her observation. However, your best friend knows you like the back of her hand and bluntly stated that it’s obvious you’re pining for Fushiguro. You winced when she told you that. Was it really that obvious? The pointed look she gave you in return confirmed that yes, it was that obvious. Luckily for you, Fushiguro is one of the densest people you know when it comes to the realm of romance so to your knowledge, he’s still completely clueless to your feelings.

Your classmates all know of your feelings for the First-Year, but they don’t meddle in your love life. The most they do is tease you or give you knowing looks, which you brush off as quickly as you can while you try to rein in the resulting heat that floods your face. No, it’s not your classmates you have to worry about. It’s your idiot of a Sensei who has nothing better to do with his life than to concern himself with his students’ love lives despite being the strongest Sorcerer there is. If you could, you’d sock him right in the gut for the number of times he’s attempted to push you and Fushiguro together. The awkwardness that came from those experiences still makes you want to crawl into a hole whenever you think about it for too long.

The vibration of your phone in your hand draws you out of your thoughts. You grimace when you read the text message.

Gojo-Sensei: Don’t worry!!!! Your lover boy is alright, but I bet he’d feel better if you checked in on him. ;)

You can clearly envision Gojo-Sensei’s glee on the other end of the phone. The man feeds off of embarrassing his students. You opt not to respond anymore, clicking out of the application and turning off your phone. Gently placing your phone onto your night stand, you tug your comforter up to your chin and close your eyes for the night.

Perhaps, you will check in on Fushiguro later.

“Oi, quit zoning out.”

You groan in pain when Maki sharply jabs you in the stomach with the end of her wooden bo staff. She gives you an unamused look when you toss a harsh glare her way.

“I’m not zoning out,” you mutter, readjusting your grip on your respective staff to continue the light sparring session you and Maki are engaging in. She doesn’t bother to restrain herself from rolling her eyes as she counters your strike, easily knocking your staff out of your hands. You’re quick in your attempt to grab your staff again, but Maki cleanly sweeps your legs out from under you, sending you crashing face first in the dirt.

“Right, and Mai and I have a wonderful relationship,” She sarcastically says, digging one end of her bo staff into the ground and leaning her weight against it. “He’s fine, you know? You shouldn’t worry so much about him. You should be more worried about me kicking your ass.”

You loudly whine when Maki brings him up and flop onto your back to gaze up at her. “Who said I’m worried about Fushiguro?” You childishly huff, propping yourself up and leaning back onto your forearms. Your expression scrunches up in distaste as dirt uncomfortably sticks to your sweaty skin.

Though you’re attempting to deny it, of course, you’re worried about Fushiguro. Although Maki already knows how you feel about the First-Year, you’d rather skirt around the subject and pretend that you’re much better at hiding your emotions than you actually are.

“Who said anything about Fushiguro?” Maki innocently cocks a brow, but smirks to herself as you murmur a low fuck underneath your breath. Damn, you walked right into that one.

“I hate you, you know that?” You deadpan, staring straight into Maki’s eyes.

“Yeah, I hate you too.”

The corner of your lips twitch up into a hint of grin as Maki offers you a hand, pulling you up onto your feet.

You wrap up your training session not long after that since Maki claimed that she didn’t see the point in continuing to spar if you’re not going to give it your all. “There’s no fun in beating someone over and over again,” she sighed as you were knocked to the ground for what felt like the hundredth time that day. You gave her a half-hearted glare in response to that comment.

Freshly showered, you’re now lounging on one of the benches placed near the dorms, occupying your time by scrolling through social media. You try to convince yourself that you’re hanging around outside because you want to enjoy how nice the day is, but you, and everyone else, know better. Fushiguro, and presumably Gojo-Sensei, should be coming back from their mission soon. Although you know that Fushiguro wasn’t seriously injured, you also know that the tight coil of worry in your stomach won’t go away until you see it with your own eyes that Fushiguro is, indeed, okay.

“Senpai?” The sudden noise startles you and you scramble to sit up straight. You unconsciously smooth out the creases in your clothing as you meet the eyes of the person who called you.

“Fushiguro,” you breathe out, relief heavily laced in your voice. You push yourself off the bench to stand on your feet and quickly scan his form for injuries, brows furrowing when you see the numerous bandages littering his face. It’s only when Fushiguro shifts underneath your intense gaze that you realize how long you must have spent staring at his face. Great, now he’s going to think you’re some sort of creep, you think to yourself. “H-how are you feeling?”

You internally wince at your slight fumbling over your words. You’re just glad nobody else is around to witness this encounter, Gojo-Sensei and Maki would find way too much delight in your distress.

Fushiguro brings a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. A hint of redness seeps out from underneath his bandages, staining his cheeks, as he reflects on how badly his simple retrieval mission turned out. He’ll leave it up to Gojo-Sensei to explain to your class about Itadori and how he’s Sukuna’s new vessel. He wonders how you all will take it.

“I’m fine, Senpai,” he replies, grimacing as the pads of his fingertips run along the gauzy material of the bandage firmly wrapped around his head. Heat floods his cheeks when he looks up to see the genuine concern in your expression. Fushiguro’s thankful that the bandage on his cheek manages to partially conceal the flush of his skin. “Really.” He adds on for extra emphasis. You still look unconvinced, but you nod along as if you actually believe Fushiguro’s words.

“Well, that’s a relief. I was worried about you when Gojo-Sensei sent us those pictures of you all bloodied up,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“You were worried about me?” Fushiguro questions with a slight raise of his brow.

Oh fuck. For a moment, you say nothing: frozen completely still as your brain attempts to process the fact that you just told Fushiguro, to his face, that you were concerned about his well-being. Maybe, he’d interpret your words in a friendly way. Perhaps, he would think that you were just being a good upperclassman and looking out for him. If you were lucky, Fushiguro would think nothing of your comment.

“Senpai?” A sudden weight on your shoulder pulls you out of your internal panicking. Fushiguro’s hand lightly rests on your shoulder as a concerned expression lies on his face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Fushiguro,” you assure him. There’s still a slight frown in place, crinkling the bandage stuck on the corner of Fushiguro’s mouth. You inhale deeply in order to muster up as much courage as you can for what you’re going to do next. “I promise.” Your voice softens as you gently place your palm over the back of Fushiguro’s hand.

Fushiguro stills underneath your touch and you have to restrain yourself from giggling at the intense redness that floods his cheeks. His flush deepens even more when you find yourself unable to completely suppress your amusement, your quiet laughter filling the air. He’s quick to draw his hand off of your shoulder to rest by his side.

“Good. I’m going to go rest in my dorm now. See you later, Senpai.” His words nearly slur together with how fast Fushiguro spits them out. You don’t even have the opportunity to say goodbye in return as Fushiguro swiftly turns around and rushes inside of the dorm building.

He’s awfully cute when he’s flustered, you muse. A silly grin crosses your face unconsciously as you attempt to sear the image of Fushiguro blushing into your memory. Maybe, your feelings aren’t as unrequited as you think.

“Ah, young love.”

You jolt, spinning around to face the owner of the voice. Your grin falls as soon as you make eye contact with the individual.

“Gojo-Sensei,” you deadpan. Your brow twitches in annoyance at his elated expression. Knowing him, he probably eavesdropped on your entire conversation with Fushiguro. “If you took any pictures or videos, I am going to kill you.”

His grin only widens at that.

“Too late.”

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itadorisgf · 3 years

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Noritoshi and sitting on the other's lap !! Your event post is so cute !!!

— kamo noritoshi + sitting on the other’s lap

⤷ anonymous asked: Noritoshi and sitting on the other's lap !! Your event post is so cute !!!

note: thank you so much! this is my first time writing for noritoshi so i hope i manage to do him justice!

ft. kamo noritoshi

warning: gn!reader, fluff

⤷ the flower shop

“This is rather unbecoming behavior for the future clan head.”

You loudly snort at Noritoshi’s deadpan expression. The corners of his lips curve down into a slight frown at the sound of your obvious amusement. He barely cracks his dark eyes open to glare at you; you can easily make out the distaste swimming within them for this unforeseen turn of events.

“Nobody’s around to see you partake in such unbecoming behavior, Toshi.”

His frown deepens at your mocking tone whereas you seem positively delighted with his visible distress. He closes his eyes once more and turns his head away from you. Noritoshi valiantly attempts to recompose himself, but his eyes twitch in faint annoyance at the sound of you snickering at his behavior.

“You worry too much.” Your laughter no longer rings throughout the space. Instead, your voice softens as you lightly knock your head against the side of Noritoshi’s jaw. “Besides, you can’t lie to me and say that you aren’t super comfy right now,” you tease, grinning up at your boyfriend: seated on top of your lap, Noritoshi simply responds with a heavy sigh.

Honestly, you’re not really sure how you successfully managed to get Noritoshi, your Noritoshi, to sit on your lap. He’s always so concerned with abiding by clan rules and expectations, but he somehow failed to notice how you were subtly maneuvering his lanky frame to rest on top of your thighs while he was listening to you recount the events of your most recent mission. By the time you had finished your story and trailed off at the end, Noritoshi was mildly shocked to realize that his weight was no longer on the plush of the couch’s cushions, but rather your legs.

As much as Noritoshi wishes he could refute your statement, he can’t.

Albeit rigid, Noritoshi takes pride in how he carries himself. As expected of the heir to his clan, Noritoshi’s posture is always perfect. His peers often poke fun at his expense, commenting on how stiff he is and how it seems that he’s never been relaxed a day in his life. Though if they saw him right now, they’d take back their previous statements because, despite his best efforts, Noritoshi can feel himself leaning into you.

Your entire body is warm, most likely from the heat of the shower that you’ve just taken. Your arms are loosely wrapped around his middle, fingers mindlessly fiddling with the excess fabric of his school uniform. He would never voice it out loud, but Noritoshi thinks that the plush of the couch’s cushions cannot compare to the plush of your thighs beneath him.

He opens his eyes to look your way. His expression betrays nothing, but he’s mildly surprised to see that your eyes were already watching him. Truthfully, it shouldn’t shock Noritoshi, but something about the way you look at him always makes him a little flustered. Perhaps, it’s the unbridled affection that shines within your eyes; something that Noritoshi is unfamiliar with for the most part. In those moments, there is no mistaking the love you hold for him. Though he doesn’t often voice it out loud, Noritoshi cherishes how that look is reserved for only him.

“You are right,” he relents. A grin creeps up your face as he continues. “I must admit that this position is rather comfortable.”

A grunt escapes him when you tighten your grip around his waist. “You’re too cute, Toshi.”

Much to his dismay, a pink flush floods Noritoshi’s cheeks upon hearing your compliment. Despite his embarrassment, the corners of his lips curve up into a small smile. Turning his neck to rest his cheek against the top of your head, Noritoshi gently places a hand on your back.

“You are the cute one, love.”

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itadorisgf · 3 years

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— gojo satoru + singing to them.

@proherotheflamehashira asked: Singing to them + Gojo Satoru please, thank you so much for your writing content. Keep up the good work!!!!

note: thank you so much!! i hope you like this :3

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader.

word count: 1k.

genre: fluff.

the flower shop.

It’s late.

You’re not sure how late it is. (You’re too lazy to grab your phone and check your phone and you don’t own an alarm clock. Maybe, you should invest in one. A small digital one would fit nicely on your nightstand.) All you know is that it’s late enough into the night that you should be sound asleep by this point. You should be well into a dream, hopefully a pleasant one, and snoring the night away. You should not be lying in bed wide awake after crawling underneath the covers hours ago.

You would blame your inability to sleep on the caffeine you ingested a little too late in the day, and though that may be a part of the issue, you know exactly why sleep is eluding you this evening. Tearing your gaze from the ceiling you’ve been staring at for hours, you slowly roll onto your side and heavily sigh.

The other side of the bed remains untouched. The corners of the comforter are still neatly folded and the pillow is perfectly fluffed up in the position you placed it in days ago. The sheets are cool to the touch. The other side of the bed is empty, specifically devoid of a certain individual.

Though you’d hate to admit it to his face, in fear of inflating his ego even further, you miss Satoru. Overnight, or extended, missions are nothing unusual to either of you. It comes with the job as a jujutsu sorcerer and it’s something you’ve learned to grow accustomed to. Still, you can’t help but dislike being away from Satoru for too long.

It’s hard for you to sleep when he’s away. You mentally curse Satoru for being so cuddly, especially in his sleep. You’ve grown far too used to him clinging to you, wrapping all of his limbs around your body and placing his head in the curve of your neck, that you’re acutely aware of his absence. Somehow you’re unable to get a wink of sleep if you’re not being smothered. Who would have thought?

You shake your head and huff, turning to lie on your back once more. Staring at the ceiling is getting you absolutely nowhere. This is enough. You blindly reach your hand out, patting around your nightstand until your fingers curve around the edges of your phone. You wince at the sheer brightness of your screen when you bring it up to your face. Quickly, you hurry to lower the brightness to a level where you don’t have to squint to stare at your screen.

Your eyes flicker to the top of your lock screen: 2:32 A.M. It’s late, much later than you expected. Satoru is most likely asleep at this hour, but your thumb moves to dial his number before you really even think about it.

Your phone rings twice before Satoru picks up.

“Did somebody miss me?”

The staticky sound of Satoru’s voice teasing you is enough to elicit a quiet chuckle to slip past your lips. Of course Satoru would never pass up the opportunity to poke fun at you, even if it is the dead of night.

“Maybe,” you admit. It feels good to hear his voice, even if he just called you briefly yesterday. He’s been busy with this particular mission, only able to call you for the first time yesterday for a few minutes and texting you sporadically throughout the few days he’s been gone. He’s a pain in your ass more often than not, but you don’t think you could ever truly tire of Satoru.

You curl up onto your side, keeping the phone held close to your ear.

“I can’t sleep.”

The unspoken without you rings clear throughout the line.

“Aw, do you want me to sing you a lullaby or something?”

It’s meant as a jest, nothing more than a joke, but you’d do anything to fall asleep right now.

“Will you, Satoru?”

Tiredness is heavily laced in your voice. There’s a small undercurrent of vulnerability that only comes out in the security of the darkness and heavy blanket of the night. It trembles through your throat when you quietly ask Satoru the question.

You’re so tired and all you want is Satoru back home and in bed with you. You want to tell him to get off of you when he curls his body into yours and you want him to defiantly tell you no while tightening his grip around you. You’re sure you sound pouty, but who could blame you? You just really miss Satoru, after all.

“Of course, baby,” he softly murmurs into the receiver. You lie the phone down on the pillow beside your head and curl your body towards it. You tug the covers, which have slipped down, up again and tuck them right below your chin. You hear Satoru shifting around on the other side as you get comfortable in your bed. (As comfortable as you can without him, at least.)

Your eyes flutter closed as Satoru begins to quietly sing into the phone. You focus closely on the soft staticky sound of Satoru’s voice. His singing isn’t anything earth-shattering, but surprisingly, he can hold a tune quite well. You don’t think you’ve ever heard anything sweeter. You keep your eyes closed and let the sound of Satoru singing wash over you. Your breathing begins to even out and a wave of sudden drowsiness crashes over you. Before you know it, you’re out like a light.

“Baby, you still there?”

Satoru pauses after awhile and waits a beat or two for you to answer. He smiles to himself when all he hears is the sound of your rhythmic breathing.

“Goodnight, baby. I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he promises.

And with that, Satoru hangs up with a click.

(The next night with you in his arms, Satoru relentlessly teases you about how cute it is that you’re unable to sleep without him. He only laughs when you try to smother him with a pillow.)

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