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*In Jujutsu Tech*
Megumi: *peacefully listening to music with his headphones on*
* Yuji and Nobara talking together*
Nobara: Hey, look at Megumi
Megumi: * bobbing his head up and down slightly and tapping his fingers on the table*
Yuji: do you ever wonder what type of music he listens to? *scratches his head*
Nobara: *admires her freshly done nails* not really, but I have a feeling he listens to heavy rock
Yuji: *dumbfounded* what makes you think that?
Nobara: *smirks* no hate towards him, but his aura screams EMO
Yuji: *giggles* hmmm, you’re right. Let’s find out then
*giggle and walk towards Megumi*
Yuji & Nobara: Hey, Megumi :)
Megumi: *looks at them and proceeds to take off his headphones* what do you guys want?
Nobara: *scoffs* we wanted to ask you a question
Yuji: *smiles brightly* yeah!
Megumi: ….uhhh ok…
*Nobara and Yuji smile at each other*
Nobara: what type of music do you listen to? *arches her brow*
Megumi: why?
Yuji: well, you seemed really into the music you were listening to and we wanted some recommendations *smiles and claps his hands together*
Megumi: *sighs* I’ll tell you guys but first you’ll have to tell me what type of music you guys listen to. *leans back into his chair*
Nobara: Pft, that’s easy *smiles widely* The one and only Megan Thee Stallion *sassily says and flips her short hair*
Yuji: *smiles at Nobara* Omg, me too!!! I even got posters of her, along with my Jennifer Lawrence posters!
Megumi: *looks at them confuse* oh okay…
Megumi: well, I listen to Weezer.
*Yuji and Nobara look at each other*
Nobara: Weezer? What’s that? Some lame rock band? *genuinely confused*
Yuji: Weezer? Huh? Never heard of them *shrugs his shoulders*
Megumi: *rolls his eyes* actually Nobara, it is a rock band. And it’s not lame.
Nobara: *unfazed* whatever.
Yuji: *smiles* I’ll be glad to listen to some of their songs:)
Megumi: *blushes but brushes it off* yeah, ok
Megumi: * unplugs his headphones from his phone and plays, “Island In The Sun” *
*Nobara and Yuji listen attentively*
Nobara: *disdained* this isn’t rock?! Rock has electric guitars and screams!
Yuji: it sounds kinda nerdy *cringes*
Megumi: *looks at them blankly* you guys suck.
Megumi: *stands up and leaves*
Nobara: *bites her lip* he’s one weird dude…
Yuji: yeah, but that’s what makes megumi be megumi…
Gojo in the prison realm
He just needs to relieve some “stress”
JJK Sketches! I'll probably ink this later -3-
Goals
It all started with your interest and love for soccer. Didn't know you'll find somebody this interesting here, right?
a/n: this can be a stand-alone fic bUTTT actually this is in the same universe of – Looting and Broken Sinks – check out how Sukuna and reader first met hsdhah i've been so inspired with soccer bc of Blue Lock
hope you enjoy this one ;) i'm also so sorry for no uploads the past week, i've been so busy with university – will get back to regular uploads by next week!
Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, Boyfriend AU, Soccer Player AU, University AU Word Count: 1,628 All characters are of age. Suggestive.
You were the biggest fan of soccer. You knew everything about it – the legendary strikers, the egotist players, and the incredible goals. Yet, you never played it yourself.
It’s not because you’re not cut out for it. Or, not because your body can’t take it. Please, you’re athletic as fuck. It’s just that you preferred to enjoy this particular sport from a distance, analyzing each players’ skills, techniques, and plays.
So here you were, watching your university’s soccer team during their first match against a rival university. Are their rivals just too weak or something?
It was your first time attending one of their games, and you had high hopes. But, yes, this is boring you. They were not making plays that are interesting to watch at all!
“When will they make this game more watchable,” you complained as you leaned on the rail, your eyes scanning the field for anything remotely exciting.
The only one you can see is a white-haired guy who’s like an amazing midfielder, but what good are his plays if there’s no striker thats clearly cut out to make an out-of-this-world goal, right?
Just as you were about to give up hope, a commotion on the side of the field caught your attention. Your university’s team asked for a player trade from the bench. Alas, the crowd on that side erupted in cheers and gasps towards a tall, muscular player with pink hair and distinctive tattoos. #20 Ryomen.
“Who’s that?” You muttered to yourself as you squint your eyes towards #20.
“That’s Sukuna,” a voice beside you said. “He’s the star forward of the team – they call him the ‘King of the Penalty Area’ for a reason. He’s like a beast on the field, too.”
“Hmm, that’s kind of a cringey title to call himself,” you said as you continued watching the ruckus on the side of the field.
“Well, that’s what he was dubbed by most people here. I’m Nobara, do you go to this university, too?” An orange-haired pretty woman said as she extended her hand towards you for a shake.
You stared dumbfoundedly on her stretched out hand and confusingly tilted your head as you told her your name.
“Not a fan of handshakes?” Nobara snickered as she set her eyes back to the field.
“Yeah haha, just shocked you were actually watching a soccer game,” you said as your eyes went back to the field as the game started again. “Most women my age don’t really watch these sports, they love basketball more.”
“Oh, I’m not a soccer fan, alright? I just lost a bet and had to watch my friend play which I’m certain is not happening anytime soon now that Sukuna’s in this game,” she replied as she shook her head and folded her arms.
You chuckled, finding her candor refreshing. “Well, hopefully this Sukuna guy can liven things up a bit.”
The moment Sukuna stepped onto the field, the atmosphere changed. His presence was commanding, and it was clear he was no ordinary player.
Oh, this is getting exciting!
“Wow, he does have a certain… presence,” you admitting, watching Sukuna weaving through the opposing team with ease, his eyes focused and determined. “Maybe this game won’t be so boring after all.”
“Yeah, he’s something else. But, don’t tell him that, his ego will just go over the roof.”
The white-haired midfielder, #27 Gojo, passed the ball to Sukuna with perfect precision. Sukuna took it in stride, sprinting down the field with his incredible speed.
He left two defenders in the dust, aiming and fired a shot at the goal, the ball sailing past the goalkeeper and into the net with a satisfying thud.
GOAL 1-0
The crowd erupted in cheers, and you found yourself clapping along, genuinely impressed.
Is he a prodigy? You’ve never seen a forward make an aggressive goal like that!
Sukuna turned towards the stands, a smig grin on his face as he soaked in the applause from the crowd.
The game continued, and Sukuna’s performance only got better and better. He scored two more goals, each more impressive than the last one. How did he even manage to make a hattrick?
3-0
By the time final whistle blew, your university’s team had won decisively, thanks in large part to Sukuna’s incredible play. As the players left the field, you couldn’t help but feel a newfound sense of excitement.
Maybe watching this university’s soccer team wouldn’t feel so boring at all.
As you scanned the crowd, searching for Sukuna among the sea of faces, you couldn’t shake the feeling of curiosity that gnawed at you. Amidst the jubilant celebrations and the chatter of the spectators, your eyes locked onto a figure making his way towards the exit.
There he was, Sukuna, weaving through the crowd with an effortless grace that mirrored his performance on the field.
His pink hair stood out among the sea of fans, and his confident stride exuded an aura of charisma that drew you in.
Without a second thought, you found yourself moving through the crowd, determined to catch up to him. You navigated through the throng of people, your heart racing with anticipation.
What would you say to him?
Finally, you reached his side, breathless from the exhilarating pursuit. Sukuna glanced in your direction, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and intrigue.
“Hey there,” you greeted him with a smile.
Sukuna returned your smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he replied, his voice smooth and captivating. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting before."
You chuckled, suddenly aware of how out of place you felt among the adoring fans. "No, we haven't," you admitted, feeling slightly tongue-tied in his presence. "I just wanted to say, you played an incredible game out there. Truly inspiring!”
Sukuna's smile widened, a playful glint in his eyes. "Why, thank you," he replied, inclining his head in acknowledgment. "But I must admit, I couldn't have done it without the support of fans like you."
You felt a rush of warmth at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Oh, I’m not a fan, just an admirer of the sport itself,” you said with a playful grin. “But, I'll be cheering you on from the sidelines at every game."
Sukuna's laughter filled the air. Why does his laugh even sound so good?
"I look forward to it," he said, his smile dazzling in the glow of the stadium lights. "Who knows? Maybe you'll inspire me to score even more goals next time.”
Just as you were about to respond, another player approached, his white hair stark against the evening sky and a pair of sunglasses (mind you, it’s night time) perched on his nose. He exuded a different kind of charisma – playful yet commanding.
"Sukuna making friends with fans again?" he teased, shooting a mischievous glance between you and Sukuna.
“Gojo Satoru," Sukuna introduced him with a playful smirk. ”Our team’s ace midfielder. Don’t mind him, he’s just as annoying as he looks.”
Gojo laughed, extending a hand towards you. "Nice to meet you. Don’t listen to Sukuna, I’m actually the charm of this team.”
You shook his hand, chuckling at his lighthearted banter. "Nice to meet you too, Gojo. It was fun watching you.”
Gojo grinned, throwing an arm around Sukuna’s shoulders. "Oh, you can count on it. With me around, the matches are never boring.”
You snorted, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the two players. “Yeah, I’ll see you around in the next games, too. I’ll get going now, bye!”
As you walked away, you couldn't shake the feeling of Sukuna's gaze lingering on you, a spark of intrigue glimmering in his eyes. And you weren’t wrong. He was still gazing at your figure as you left the field.
"Now, she's an interesting girl," Gojo remarked with a grin, nudging Sukuna playfully.
Sukuna shook his head, tearing his gaze away with a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, she is," he admitted, his thoughts lingering on the mysterious girl who had captivated his attention
Meanwhile, Gojo shrugged off the moment, his easygoing demeanor never faltering. "Anyway, why are you late?" he asked Sukuna, his tone teasing.
Sukuna chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Got a bit distracted by an online game. Just lost track of time," he confessed with a sheepish grin.
Gojo rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smirk at Sukuna’s antics. "You and your games," he muttered, shaking his head in amusement. "Come on, let's catch up with the others before they start thinking we've abandoned them."
With that, the two teammates made their way through the dispersing crowd, their laughter echoing in the evening air.
But even as they rejoined their team, Sukuna couldn't shake the memory of your encounter, a spark of curiosity igniting within him.
Perhaps this was just the beginning of something unexpected and exciting. And, it is.
As the days turned into weeks, you found yourself drawn deeper into the world of soccer with Sukuna. Your bond with him growing stronger with each passing game. You watched from the bench, cheering him on and complimenting his plays after every match.
And eventually, you found yourself seated by the side of the field, watching the game unfold with bated breath as your favorite player took to the field.
Sukuna, your boyfriend, moved with grace and precision, his every move a testament to his skill and dedication.
And this time, the only times he’ll be late was because of his pre-game workout. With you.
You were no longer just a big fan of soccer; you were the biggest fan of Sukuna and his incredible goals.
jjk characters reacting to you throwing a pillow at them
notes: woaahhh second post!! thank you all so much for the likes on thr first post, i really appreciate it! (▰˘◡˘▰) anyways enjoy the post!! also lmk if yall want a part 2 of this with the second years!! (send in an ask or type in the comments)
characters: yuuji, megumi, nobara, gojo
warnings: throwing stuff? , gojo being an asshole as always /hj (but we still love him anyways)
yuuji:
-flinches
-now look at what you’ve done >:(
-poor yuuji baby :(
-however, his face of pain slowly turns into a wide grin
-hurls the pillow back at you
-“PILLOW FIGHTTTTTT!!”
-<3
megumi:
-looks at you like a mouldy piece of cheese
-mumbles under his breath that you’re just like gojo
-WHATDIDHESAYYYYY
-you throw another pillow at him, insulted by his comment (ugh, you should be lowkey grateful)
-the pillow completely misses him LMAO
-he laughs in the smallest way possible
-you stomp away, blushing bc he’s so cute when he laughs
nobara:
-“HEY!”
-uh oh
-will get out her hammer
-would be very angry if you threw it at her while she was picking an outfit or doing her makeup
-stomps over angrily and starts telling you off
-but you cant help but stare at her smaller, shorter frame, she’s sososo cute when she’s angry
-awwwwwww <3
gojo:
-*long silent pause*
-he will catch it in mid air
-and throw it back right smack in the middle of your face
-you almost tumble over
-laughs at you
-“awwww so cute when you’re angry” he coos
-you love and hate him at the same time BUT HE COOED TO YOU
-plan failed successfully
Fun fact my Maki and Nobara figures don't sit right unless they're holding hands
Resketch of a Nobara scene from JJK sn 1 because I have not been keeping up
my first time writing here, but I thought I could share my little gojo brain rot since I haven't moved on from the leaks ╥_╥ also english is not my first language so if there are any spelling mistakes or anything, I am sorry.
(inspired by ariana's 'goodnight n go'; also don't know if anyone already had this idea but I had to write this out for the sake of my mental health lmao)
content: gn! reader, fluff teeth rotting fluff, mentions of alcohol, suggestive talk (mentions of gojo being horny for the reader), pet names, intentional lowercase
"tell me why you gotta look at me that way you know what it does to me so baby, what you tryna say?”
it's usual for everyone to see gojo as someone with no sense of private space. an idiot that invades your space and always flirts with people unashamedly.
one day, when you called him out for it, he simply shrugged and said 'don't know what ur talking about luv, I jus' work here', smirked, and winked,
an absolute idiot.
of course, this also applies to the fact that...
your private space is his private space, and that's it.
oh, you wanted to take a nap while he's around? you better forget it. the moment he sees you he's talking your ears off about how you should let him take you to the ice cream shop down the street, or the last mission he went on, how ugly the curse he fought with was. the daily gossip on the train. whatever topic he finds out at the top of his head.
you think it's just his personality, he's outgoing and likes to talk, right? nothing wrong with that. so you listen to him, lightly sipping on your coffee and eating your snack (the one he conveniently placed on top of your lunch bag when you weren't looking).
to gojo, the truth is that the way you look at him when you're listening makes him feel like he's floating.
his heart flutters and he thinks maybe it's from the amount of sugar he consumed before the day even started, but when your lips slightly curve up and your eyelashes slightly flutter as you laugh at something he just said, your lips part as you let the joyous sound of your laugh come out of your throat and he thinks maybe you are a divine creature. his eyes wander to the way your bottom lip moves with each word that rolls out your lips and he imagines the way it would feel to touch or kiss, maybe he could even tug on your lips with his teeth-
he mentally slaps himself and slightly shakes his head, grateful for the blindfold covering his eyes.
"lately, all I want is you on top of me you know where your hands should be so baby, won't you come show me?”
walking down the stairs of the training area at jujutsu high, gojo spots you training the second years. your hands expertly fix the wooden katana in yuta's hands as you give him a sweet smile and let him repeat the move you just taught him.
you take some steps back, your back facing gojo as he leans against the stone wall and slightly lifts his blindfold, mentally telling himself that he just wanted to see everything (and definitely not because he was checking you out).
you're wearing your training attire, much like the students are, a normal thing to do since you are... training. but for some reason, gojo finds himself imagining how his hand would just casually slide into the back pocket of your pants, just an excuse to feel your ass, because right now as you bend and twist while helping your students, his eyes fixate on the way it just looks so— plump. and maybe he’s just a bit possessive when other people look at you, so his hands on your back pocket? would be just to show everybody you're his.
and he thinks you're reading his mind when you walk over to maki and you sit on your haunches to help the girl, an innocent smile on your face, as you make small talk with her, carefully helping her stretch so she doesn't hurt herself.
gojo thinks it's sweet, how you share the same love for the students as he does, and he knows he should see this as an adorable teacher and student moment, but he can't help imagining himself under you, your legs on each side of his hips as you straddle his lap, maybe you would smile like that at him or maybe you would grind your hips? he wonders.
do you still look as sweet as you do right now? or do you look different? would you let him touch you all over? would you touch him all over? he is 100% sure your hands are angel-soft. he feels like he would do anything just to see that and feel it.
'wtf is wrong with me', he thinks as you lift yourself up and give a thumbs up in inumaki's and panda's direction.
he cusses out silently and his mind blasts off like a fire alarm. a shaky exhale leaves his lips and he leans forward, removing his back from the wall and walking back inside the school.
he thinks he's a creep for thinking this about a friend and coworker.
"i got you, i got you dreamin' you close your eyes and you're screamin’ play with your mind for no reason i know you love how I tease it you know that I'm playin', so don't be mistaken you already know what I'm thinkin', boy”
the strongest sorcerer thinks he might go crazy.
he thought the intrusive thoughts of you would eventually disappear, but he was wrong.
he thinks he has never been so tormented by the thought of another human being. from nasty thoughts to just the idea of holding your hand, he thinks he might go clinically insane if he doesn't have you.
he knows it's wrong but he can't help it when he pictures your sweet smile and your pretty body in his mind he finds himself indulging in imagination. his hips bucking up and his hands sliding down his torso, until he’s grabbing at his crotch and trying to get some friction.
"gojo-san?" your sweet voice is heard from the other side of the door and he slightly jumps, startled. you can hear a small groan coming from gojo inside the teacher's room and you frown. 'Is he mad at me?'
the answer is no, but you don't know that.
he rubs his eyes and leans back in the chair, legs spreading as he tries to comfortably place his almost growing erection as hidden as possible, how embarrassing it would be to try to explain that.
"come in sweets," he says in a heavily sweet voice, masking the confusing thoughts he had seconds ago. his mood lifts as he sees your sweet smile as your head peaks through the door before you enter the room.
he watches as you place your bag on the table and walk over to the couch next to him. his legs unconsciously spread wider and you notice that, a small blush creeping up your cheeks and you hope he doesn't notice.
he does.
and oh it makes him spiral. he wants to pinch your cheeks and kiss you sweetly and then ruin you until you are begging him to stop
and it's so wrong, but he can't help it.
you adjust the fabric of your uniform on your legs and he watches as your thighs grow in size when you are sat down, his adam apple bobs up and down as he swallows.
you smile at him, unaware of the man's thoughts. he smiles back and leans forward, his elbows on his legs as he looks at you, blue, covered irises staring at you sweetly.
"want something from me?" a 'hmm' escapes his throat as he looks at you waiting for you to talk.
to his surprise, you shake your head.
"just wanted to keep you company for a bit i guess" the sound of your giggle echoes in his ears and he thinks he might want to hear it every time he wakes up, throughout the day, before he falls asleep and in his dreams.
he smiles and shakes his head as well.
"next time you wanna be with me just say" he throws an empty wrap of candy at you. you catch it and fake an angry face, fighting the smile creeping on your lips.
"that's crazy, what if i do wanna be with you huh?"
eyes widened under the mask, gojo knows you are talking about being with him for company. but he can’t deny the thought that you might be throwing hints at him. his heart hammers in his chest and he lets out a shaky breath in disguise of a dramatic sigh.
"i know i'm irresistible but no need to be needy y/n" he leans his body back, legs spread again as he stares at you. using his teasing as a mask to the way he craves you so much.
"oh i am extreeeeeemely needy" you drag your words, teasing him back, he feels the blood rush to his lower body even more, you look so good when you squint your eyes at him. like you are challenging him. It makes his blood rush and his mind run miles.
he chuckles and you watch as he looks down at the floor and licks his lips, you instantly giggle and look away too. a small feeling in the pit of your stomach as you feel the tension rising.
you wish you had the courage to make a move. it's not like you are extremely shy, but it would be quite embarrassing if you got your coworker's intentions all wrong... wouldn't it?
"oh, why'd you have to be so cute? it's impossible to ignore you, why must you make me laugh so much? it's bad enough we get along so well”
satoru feels how sweaty the palms of his hands are.
he thinks the last time he felt like this was when suguru was still alive, and honestly he never thought it would happen again…
but here he is, in front of the door of your apartment complex, waiting for you to come down, so he can take you to that ice cream shop he talked about so much.
he fidgets with the little keychain yuuji, nobara and megumi had given to him, patiently waiting for you to come downstairs, but feeling his heart hammer so hard he felt like he might throw up.
he thinks of what to say, how to act, things he can and can't do so you won't find him a creep or weird and lord it makes him feel like a teenager all over again.
his mind is so distracted by all of his thoughts he doesn't even see you appear in front of him. you wave your hand in front of his face and he finally snaps out.
gojo feels like his world just turned slow motion, you're smiling at him, your hair is done differently than usual and your outfit is so cute but so hot at the same time and he feels nervous.
he completely forgot what he had planned to do as soon as he saw you.
"what? do i look bad?" you chuckle, looking down at your clothes as you try to check why he is looking at you so much.
he snaps out of his trance and smiles.
"not at all, you look amazing"
you shake your head amused, turning to the side slightly and moving your head in the direction you two were supposed to walk to.
"so do you satoru...let's go?"
he feels his heart in his throat as you call him by his first name. it's like you were always meant to say it... or maybe he's just hopelessly falling for you.
the walk is pleasant, there's small chatter here and there, you talk about your week, mention how yuta is improving and maki manages to surprise you more and more every day. you also mention how inumaki manages to deal with the missions on his own so flawlessly it makes you feel so proud and how panda is getting stronger and stronger.
he watches you with a fond smile on his face, taking the queue to also mention yuuji, nobara and megumi, watching as your eyes slightly sparkle at the mention of their skills improving. he thinks you're beautiful, adorable, the cutest as you watch him talks about everything and nothing at the same time.
the conversation flows and when you both notice it, you're standing at the ice cream shop.
"'we're here" he says, hand softly resting on the small of your back as he lets you inside first "they have a new flavour i've been dying to try it"
you find it adorable how excited he is to try sweets, your own smile growing.
the date goes smoothly. you try each other's ice creams (his being extremely sweet, to which you pulled a face and he wheezed) talked for hours, and laughed like two crazy fools (in love).
when it's time to leave, you realize how bad the butterflies in your stomach are, how he makes you laugh so effortlessly, and how his company is so enjoyable despite what others normally say about him.
you find yourself smiling and sighing as you walk back home, a hop on your step as you think when the next time might be.
asking yourself, 'why the fuck does he have to be so cute?'
"One of these days You'll miss your train and come stay with me We'll have drinks and talk about things And any excuse to stay awake with you”
the plan was simple.
satoru would come over for dinner at your house, have some drinks, talk for a while, enjoy each other's company, and done.
what you wouldn't expect is that you two would end up talking for so long that satoru would miss his last train back home.
the clock marked 1 a.m., satoru sitting on your couch after you decided he should stay over for the night, a glass of bubbly as you two talked. soon enough, you realized the man sitting next to you was definitely not good at holding his alcohol.
"you know you could have told me you don't normally drink alcohol satoru-" you say between laughs as he joins you, leaning his head on the couch.
"and let you drink by yourself? that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me would it?" his words are slightly slurred as he lets out a loud laugh.
you shake your head at his antics and smack his arm.
"still! now you're barely awake" hand on your chest as you tried to calm your breathing from laughing.
"hell nah! i'm super awake look at me!" he stands up, making a grand pose to prove his "sobriety" but failing miserably as his legs give out, falling back onto the couch with a 'huff', his face pressing against the cushions as he giggles.
"ok maybe i'm a little tipsy"
you wheeze and fall back onto the couch as well, a fit of giggles echoing through the walls of your apartment.
as your laughter dies down, your gazes fall on each other, silly smiles on your faces as you come down from the joyous moment.
"i should've accepted your ice cream date sooner" you chuckle and confess, watching as his blue eyes widen and he points a finger your way.
"AH! see, told ya you would end up liking my company"
you smile "i always like your company 'toru... just never thought it would be a good idea"
he feels his heart flutter at the nickname but dismisses it. "why wouldn't it be a good idea?" he props himself up on his elbows, head in his hands as he waits for you to talk.
"because...." you inhale as you look at him, blue irises staring at you with adoration, his lips slightly parted from the way his hands squish his cheeks in the position he is, his white hair messy from all the laughing and trashing around in your couch. you find yourself losing your breath over the sigh of a man in front of you. he's so beautiful "... to be honest i'm not really sure..."
you look away from him, fidgeting with your fingers, "maybe i was scared of what others would say" you bite your bottom lip in an attempt to feel less nervous.
"what do you think they would say?" he watching your every move, carefully listening to you.
"i don't know, that you're hanging around me?" you chuckle awkwardly, feeling yourself get embarrassed at how you are so effortlessly opening up to the man in front of you "that maybe i'm not your level to be so close to you"
Satoru's face scrunches and he thinks you just said the most stupid thing in the world, "what the hell? since when do you need to be on my level for me to like you?"
you chuckle "i don't, but that's what i thought" satoru lifts himself and scootches closer to you on the couch, his knees brushing yours as he grabs your hands, the liquid courage speaking for him (not like he needs liquid courage but whatever) "i fucking like you, i don't need you to be super special for me to like you" he's slurring on his words, alcohol filling his system as he stares at you in the eyes.
your eyes slightly widen and your lips slightly part as you realize this might be a confession. you brush it off, mentally telling yourself he's just drunk.
you softly rest your hand on his head, caressing his hair. the white-haired man closes his eyes, and you're sure you can hear a slight purr. you smile fondly. "you're drunk 'toru, let's get you to sleep." you help him walk to your bed and he falls asleep almost instantly, you finish your night by sleeping on the couch and letting him rest.
"And you'd sleep here, and I'd sleep there But then the heating may be down again (At my convenience) We'd be good, we'd be great together”
you change into your pajamas, going through your night rotine like you always do.
you feel a chill creep up your spine as you walk into the living room to finally get some rest.
"dammit, it's cold" you hug your arms for comfort, walking to the thermostat in your living room to turn the house heating on. you realize you forgot to call the company to fix your heating. groaning you walk back to the couch, "just what i needed in a cold night" you plop down and cover yourself in a thick blanket.
a few hours pass and sleep doesn't come easily to you. you twist and turn in your couch as you try to warm yourself.
"you can't sleep?" a drowsy voice is heard and you slightly jump and look at the living room door. standing there is satoru, in his black shirt and boxers, he rubs at his eyes and yawns.
"no, i'm feeling a little bit cold and my thermostat isn't working", he hums and nods shortly, walking over to you and crouching down. "me too, woke up and realized how cold i was"
his hands hook under your knees and back as he picks you up. "satoru! what are you doing??" he grins, walking to your room and laying you softly on the bed "getting my personal bag of warmth" he lays in bed again, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. you feel the warmth of his body passing to yours and you realize he isn't cold at all.
"you weren't cold were you?"
you hear his breathy chuckle tickling the top of your head and his lips on your forehead.
"nah, i just wanted you next to me"
They got Nobara a gf for her birthday 😭😭
JUJUTSU KAISEN : GOJO SATORU ! ✧.*☄. *. ⋆
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Soo megumi is dead:/ 🥲 but idk fully that he is dead from chapter 237 because sukuna got his true form and gojo maybe its not dead but idk 😶🫠i am close to breaking down from god damn stressed from this chapter and and i sees leakeds chapters about nobara being alive but i still don't know about this so ( btw i got the nobara part from tik tok so idk if this is real):/
— 🍌🥣 jujutsu kaisen
💠 𝐳𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞, 9𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫
💠 𝐣𝐣𝐤, 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐧/𝐬𝐟𝐰
💠 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧
💎 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 💎 𝐛𝐲𝐟/𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 💎 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞
🧊 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬...
🧊 find your peace (in my arms) ft. s. gojo
🧊 please don't hide (not from me) ft. m. fushiguro
It's the queen
QUEEN, NOBARA IS BACK‼️‼️🔊🔊
she dont playyyy yall
It's the queen
QUEEN, NOBARA IS BACK‼️‼️🔊🔊
she dont playyyy yall
i’m stealing them