Literally Me

ᡣ𐭩 content — fan!gojo x pop-princess!reader. fluff, gojo's kind of a freakk :P

fan!gojo is, delicately put, obsessed. his penthouse apartment? a whole room dedicated to your discography, limited edition vinyls glowing under soft led lights, and walls plastered with every magazine cover you've ever graced. his credit card? permanently swiped for your latest merch drops, holographic posters, and plushie keychains.

fan!gojo who hears about the meet-and-greet raffle from your instagram (he's the first to like the post). panic sets in. a raffle? random chance? this is an affront to his meticulously planned life. no amount of money can guarantee a win.

fan!gojo who has to beg for this stranger on reddit to give them their tickets to him. he lost a little over a million dollars (yeah, okay, in hindsight, that wasn't financially smart — but, this was the opportunity of a lifetime).

fan!gojo who ends up bringing geto with him, since he doesn't want the other ticket to go to waste. out of geto, of all people, he's not sure. geto, the heavy-metal aficionado. their music tastes' are worlds apart, but gojo's doing his best friend a favor.

fan!gojo who spends hours picking out his outfit, to which geto snorts, "it's not like you're going on a fucking date with her."

fan!gojo who huffs, dramatically crossing his arms. "we're taking pictures."

fan!gojo who ends up bring all of your vinyls to the meet-and-greet. every single one. "what?" he asked geto, who was giving him a funny look. "i couldn't decide. they're all amazing."

fan!gojo who's practically bouncing off the walls, when the security guard tells him it'll be their turn, soon. will he be okay? does he look okay? wait, does he smell okay?

fan!gojo who's shoving his to-be-signed merch into geto's hands, cracking his knuckles. after a moment, he snatches them back, hissing, "don't do anything embarrassing, okay?"

"...says the one bringing a whole ass record store."

fan!gojo who is freaking out when he lays his eyes on you. in person. even geto, who's never seen him flustered over a girl, can't help but snicker.

fan!gojo who thinks your voice is even sweeter in real life, if that's possible. you smile, a soft greeting leaving your lips. all he can do is stutter a response. (yes, geto is filming.)

fan!gojo can't tear his eyes off you. you're dolled up in the prettiest shade of pink, and you look gorgeous. your hair rests in soft curls, styled to perfection. though, he'd pop a boner if you showed up with bed-head.

fan!gojo who gets all his merch signed by you, as he grins boyishly, a warm pinking dusting his cheeks.

fan!gojo who musters out the courage to blurt; "i love you! y— your music, i mean," stuttering over his attempted amends. too much courage, it seems.

fan!gojo who practically sighs in relief when you laugh. "yeah?" you ask, handing him his items.

"yeah," fan!gojo says, breathy. "huge fan."

you tilt your head at him, thoughtful eyes. "i can tell." fan!gojo's cute, you think. as they're heading out, you stop him, watching his brows knit in confusion.

"we can take a picture, just us," you suggest. "if you'd like."

if fan!gojo would like? fuck, yeah, he would.

fan!gojo who's beaming, waiting for the click of the camera, when you catch him off-guard — pressing a kiss to his cheek.

fan!gojo who's eyes widen, and he's sure that photo came out odd on his end, but god, he'll keep it forever.

fan!gojo who thinks his life can't get any better, but you're sliding off your bejeweled, pink bracelet and slipping it on his wrist. eyes twinkling, you wave him out.

it's not until he gets home, placing his merch back where it belongs (on what normal people would call a shrine, but fan!gojo prefers the term collection), that he notices something on his vinyl, not just a signature.

it's your number, with, right below it; for my biggest fan.

fan!gojo who's breath hitches. he's won.

undertale reference

~ Protective!Megumi who notices someone getting a little too close to you during a mission briefing. It’s subtle, really—just a lingering look, a too-friendly comment—but it makes something coil tightly in his chest.

~ Protective!Megumi who doesn’t say anything at first. He just steps closer to you, standing slightly in front of you, his arm brushing yours like a silent barrier. You glance up at him and catch the smallest crease between his brows.

~ Protective!Megumi who stays quiet during the whole exchange, eyes sharp, always watching. Not jealous—totally not jealous. If someone’s making you uncomfortable, even a little, he’s already two steps ahead, calculating what to do if it escalates.

~ Protective!Megumi who gently pulls you aside once you’re alone, voice low and controlled. “Was he bothering you?” he asks, eyes meeting yours with quiet concern. You shake your head, smiling a little at his intensity. “No, but… you noticed, huh?”

~ Protective!Megumi who just exhales, not angry—just focused. “I always notice.”

~ Protective!Megumi who walks with you the entire rest of the mission, always staying close, always aware. If danger shows itself, he’s in front of you before you can blink, his shikigami flaring to life like they were just waiting for a reason.

~ Protective!Megumi who doesn’t speak unless he has to during battle, but if you so much as stumble, he’s there in a flash—catching your arm, shielding you with his own body, eyes scanning for any threat before checking if you’re okay.

~ Protective!Megumi who, after everything, cups your face gently, his fingers a little rough but touch so, so careful. “You scared me for a second,” he murmurs, voice strained just slightly. “Don’t do that again.”

~ Protective!Megumi who doesn’t even realize how tightly he’s holding you until you shift and nuzzle against his shoulder, whispering, “I’m okay, Megumi. You’re always watching out for me.”

~ Protective!Megumi who presses his forehead to yours, eyes closing. “Always.”

pm!ranpo who LOVES having you beside him during meetings so his hands can wander your pretty body. It's not like he pays attention to these meetings anyways.

pm!ranpo who has you sitting pretty in his office while he does his paperwork for once. Oh? You're praising him? He's done in an hour.

pm!ranpo doesn't give a damn if people know you're together. It's not like anyone can do anything. He knows when an enemy will eventually attack, so when that time comes he'll have personal escorts for you.

pm!ranpo can't help but prioritize you over his work. Mori needs him in his office asap? Oh well, he can wait a minute, you're more interesting.

pm!ranpo who –when you aren't allowed to attend a meeting– texts you during the entire session. He knows Mori is staring, but he doesn't care.

pm!ranpo who not only spoils himself, but you as well. A piece of jewelry caught your eye? It's wrapped up and waiting on your side of the bed. You liked a certain dress? It's in his arms– waiting for you to try it on. Though, he expects your endless attention in return.

pm!ranpo who shows up at your door unannounced at random hours, sometimes with candies – that he will eat of course.

pm!ranpo who watches you do paperwork over your shoulder. If you look closely, you'll see him admiring your features as you work.

pm!ranpo will take forever admitting that he actually loves you, but once he does, he's stuck to you like glue.

Escort! Satoru- part five

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- mutual pining like a mf, obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, mutual pining, lots of yearninggg, kissing (I KNOW YAYYY) dry humping, teasing, fingering, public play, fluffy and cute- there will be a part six! (final) pretty woman vibes 🤭

<<<Part Four

Escort! Satoru finally does it, he asks you on that date, watching the shock in your eyes, the trembling of your lips as you step back, and Satoru feels it then, the hammering of his heart. Is it too late? Should he have reached out again to you after the first night, when you didn't answer? His blue eyes peer at you over those glasses, as the sunlight beats down on your skin, making his cheeks just a little reddened, striking across his pale skin.

Escort! Satoru eases his hands gently off your face, when you swallow nervously - he hurt you so badly that night, the embarrassment of asking him to hold you, dying for a mere kiss on the lips. How could you be so foolish, truly, you had to try to forget him in any way you could, after sleeping with him and knowing he would never be yours, always sharing him, he was just there because of your money and maybe he enjoyed it. But it wasn't more.

Escort! Satoru realizes how much he fucking missed you now, as if some void is filled by your presence, but you lower his hands gently, holding them for a moment. 'I was so...' stupid, you were stupid 'I'm very sorry I asked you for things you never do,' you sigh, looking around, seeing people walk by. 'I should have respected your-' Satoru stops you then, tilting your chin up, your gaze focused on him. 'I should have held you, okay? I'm sorry...' you feel your eyes fill with the tears, as words you've dreamed of are spoken, and they feel just like that- a dream. 'I want a real date, could we?'

Escort! Satoru eyes you when your phone rings, and you look down nervously. 'I have a date tonight, the first in... years' Satoru steps back now, glaring at you. 'With who?' you blink in surprise. 'Why does it matter to you? Do you think after months I wouldn't ever wanna try?' Satoru grips your wrist, thumb brushing against the veins gently, sending shivers down your spine, as he tries to compose himself, he has no right to be so mad, so jealous. 'Fine, then give me a date after' he murmurs, desperate for you, how can he see you and not try? After everything he's been yearning for appears before him, and he knows how badly he fucked up. 'I don't know...' you want to, god you do, but you also know how badly Satoru can hurt you, uniquely. 'Please just, give me a chance to explain myself, to be myself and not...' he trails off, the wind blows gently and a little blossom lands on your hair, which he sweetly brushes away. 'One chance'

Escort! Satoru is furious thinking about anyone touching you, though it's toxic and unrealistic in every aspect. His job was to touch, though he'd throw it all away if you asked, god he would, because he doesn't find joy in any of it. No amount of money fills this emptiness, but he never thought he'd have a chance with you - only to ruin it. 'I'll go out with you this weekend, but you pick the place, and pick me up' you say softly, his heart thuds as he nods eagerly, desperate and pathetic for you - something he's never been until you ruined him with just your energy, your body, that laugh he'd love to have back. Memories of your night fill him then, as he aches to touch you, to know you, to kiss you.

Escort! Satoru plans the date to a tee, but the whole time he's wondering - where are you going, and with who? Would you prefer them over him? Meanwhile you're trying to get through that date, mind wandering, you just tried to open up for the first time since Satoru broke your heart - even if it was your own fault. You try to smile, and enjoy him, a handsome man that surely was perfect on paper, and interested in you. As the night goes on and the drinks pour, you think to yourself, you should try, letting him kiss you at the end of the evening, wondering what you'll feel. It's nice, but it's nothing like just being near Satoru. Frustrated almost to tears, you're laying in bed that night, as the man in your head that you almost pushed down enough, is back front and center.

Escort! Satoru can't stand it, knowing you're on a date, he almost texts you so many times before he caves - 'ready for our date?'- he smirks, hoping your with whoever it was. But you don't answer him for hours, until you finally write him - yes - and that's it, no sweet banter like the two of you had. It's different, had you really already moved on? He trembles as he texts you - 'how was the date?' - and you write - 'it was fine, any jobs tonight? - and that's when he realizes you're mad. The sweetest girl he met is so clearly mad. He hadn't taken a job tonight, and he's cancelled his week, but he gets it clearly. - 'no job tonight, I'm excited to see you' - He's never said that to anyone. You heart the message, emotions catching, excitement but apprehension in equal parts, you just don't know if he's serious, you're so scared to let go again.

Escort! Satoru picks you up that night in his car, some little Maserati sports car that looks like it goes way too fast. You can't act like he's not sexy as fuck as he steps out of it, opening your door and grinning at you, but you try to hold back, smiling with a 'thank you' as you slide in next to him. Satoru's hand craves to press on your thigh, but fuck if he's not nervous, he hasn't had a date since he started this career despite his job being to go on dates, not a real one, not with someone he asked. He's damn near shaking with his nerves, trying to play it off, as he drives through the quiet streets, smiling over at you with a quirk of his lips. 'You look beautiful' his words make you flustered, nervously tugging a bit on the gorgeous dress you're wearing, glittering like the stars in the sky - fuck your very skin itself glitters. 'you're saying it truly this time?'

Escort! Satoru glares now, foot on his break, scowling at you. 'what do you mean truly? you think I didn't mean any of it?' you blink back unexpected tears, looking out the dark tinted window as he drives once more. 'It was your job, that's all, and I told you I took it too far, you shouldn't feel bad that happened. I - ah!' he skids to a stop suddenly, pulling off the side of the road, and unbuckling your seatbelt so fast you can barely register. He's got you on his lap so fast, as cars whirl by, shaking the fucking car and shocking you further, as he handles you like it's nothing. You brace your hands on his chest, so nervous now, hands clenching the black jacket of his tux, breaths faster and faster. 'You are beautiful, I never said that because of a job' he swipes away your tears, lips hovering over yours, as he exhales, breath tickling your lips. 'What are you doing, Satoru?' your whisper is weak, as he drags you even closer, and his eyes dart to your lips. 'What I should have done that night'

Escort! Satoru slams his lips on yours then and there, you feel it like hot, electric shots going through your body when he does, when he's pressing those plush, glossy lips on yours, and you're shattering over him, lost in his kiss. Satoru has never felt anything like it, like finally kissing you, his tongue slipping in your mouth, drinking up your every cry, every gasp, as you roll your hips just right, and he feels the heat he's been dying for against his aching cock. 'Fuck...' his hushed words are met with your little cry, which just has him dragging you down harder, ready to devour every sweet inch of you, but barely being able to drag himself from your lips, gasping as he pulls back, eyes meeting yours, glimmering now. 'Satoru you... kissed me...' you're close to crying now, trembling as he sighs, cupping your pretty face, the one that's haunted him. 'I've wanted to since I first saw you'

Escort! Satoru keeps kissing you, over and over, desperate and messy, you almost cum just from that friction against you, his teeth sinking into your lower lip, as his huge hands press into your skin. 'I need you, fuck I need you sweetheart- god you have no clue' you're easing back, struggling to compose yourself. 'Am I so VIP?' you tease softly, and he feels it then, the soft way you're asking - not judging, but scared. He exhales, resting his head on yours, shaking his head and pulling you down again. 'I'll gladly delete my whole fucking profile, for a chance with you' his words sink in fully. Your cheeks are hot under his gentle touch. 'I just don't... Satoru, you don't have to do this for me. I understand...' He kisses you once more, before your phone rings.

Escort! Satoru glares, and you can't help but giggle. 'Are you jealous?' he just sets his jaw, as you look over and see it, holding the phone with a shaky hand, and he pulls you harder on his cock, having your eyes roll back in your skull. 'Tell him you're on a date' he whispers, gripping you so tight, before easing you to sit back in your seat, kissing you over and over. 'Let's get there, okay?' you're trying to compose yourself, seeing him shift and wince while he drives once more, pouting. 'You enjoying my pain, sweets?' you can't help but giggle again. The date is pretty and serene, the restaraunt on the roof top, swathed in moonlight. Satoru feeds you carefully, the two of you sharing dessert, talking and laughing like the first time he fucking met you - when he knew then, something was so special about you, something he could never pin fully, but he sees it, with how the candle light hits your face, your sweet blush as his hand slips up your thigh.

Escort! Satoru is not happy to learn you've had a kiss, and your amused little smile is quickly lost, when he slips his fingers between your thighs, and you wildly look around, as he smirks at you. 'That's cute, you kissed? did you like that?' he's taunting now, possessive gaze, that you can't get enough of, fuck you want all of him, even though you're scared, so scared to be hurt again. He's pressing his fingers against your panties, which are soaked, watching as your eyes get lidded, hand gripping the thick white cloth, and he slips under then, feeling the heat he'd been dying for, leaning in close. 'Asked you a question, hmm?' you lean closer, hips shifting, jerking as he thumbs your twitchy little clit, making you gush. 'Would you be mad if I liked it, Satoru?' he sighs, slipping two fingers in your slick hole, making you almost moan in the fucking restaurant now. 'You're wet for me, aren't you, all me?' He's curling them now, acting so casual as a waitress refills your wine, and you pray no one hears the squishing noises your juices are making.

Escort! Satoru can't help but suck you off his fingers, right before he makes you cum, and you're throbbing around nothing, wanting. You're clenching your teeth as you watch, as if he's finishing his dessert- and when he tastes you again!? He can barely control himself, eyes dilated while you sink into his tastebuds, ready to finally give you what you want, and need, and deserve, fuck you so good you can't function, and hold and kiss you. Satoru slips his lips on yours in front of the restaurant, and you taste yourself, whining into his lips. Suddenly a girl sees him, a frequent client who'd gotten too obsessed, and walks right up to him, crossing her arms. He eases back in the seat, as you look down shyly, unsure of who she is. 'I'm on a date' his words make your heart flutter now, as she glares. 'ah, so you do kiss? was this some special package, do you know how expensive you are?' you bite back a smile, and Satoru just grins, shaking his head like a little shit. 'It's different, she's my girlfriend.'

Escort! Satoru blushes when you whisper 'your girlfriend, huh?' in his ear moments later, as a very angry client stomps off, and he brushes back your hair, hard body against yours, studying your face. 'Would you... be my girlfriend?'

I need one more part for these two - it'll probably be all sex lolll hope you enjoy this one!

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༝     .   MAMA SANDWICH ! .  ✿

SUMMARY: after a long day, cuddling is just what you need from your husband toji. or... your child megumi? both? oh great. here comes war.

WC: 852

NOTES: I HAVE BEEN ON THE BIGGEST TOJI BRAINROT so incoming; toji fics are on its way

Evening in the Fushiguro household was always a soft sort of chaos.

Dinner had been eaten. Megumi’s tiny face had been wiped clean (after much squirming and pouting). Pajamas were on, teeth brushed—though Toji insisted, “The kid’s only got like three teeth, what’s there to brush?”—and now it was finally time for the best part of the day.

Cuddle Time.

You were curled up on the couch, warm and cozy under a big blanket, reading a book and half-listening to the quiet hum of the night. You’d barely blinked when a familiar weight crashed beside you.

“‘Kay, move over.”

Toji’s gravelly voice. Grumpy, low, but unmistakably pouty in that way he tried to hide.

You shifted just enough to make room as he flopped beside you with a groan, throwing one arm around your waist and pulling you in with that effortless strength of his.

“Rough day?” you asked, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“Always,” he muttered, burying his face into your neck like a heat-seeking missile. “Missed you.”

You smiled softly, fingers carding through his dark hair. “I’m right here.”

You should’ve expected what came next.

Tiny, stompy feet. The quiet pat-pat-pat of your son’s determined little march.

Megumi waddled into the living room, wearing his favorite wolf-print pajama pants and dragging his own little blanket like a warrior preparing for battle.

He stopped in front of the couch. Squinted.

Frowned.

“…Papa, move.”

Toji peeked one eye open. “No.”

“I wanna cuddle Mama.”

“Too bad. I got here first.”

“Not fair!” Megumi huffed, cheeks puffed out, hands balling into tiny fists. “She’s my mama!”

Toji didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch.

“She’s my wife.”

“But—!”

Megumi stomped once more, then—with all the dramatic flair of a bedtime soap opera—climbed on top of you, shoving his way between your chest and Toji’s arm like a chubby little wedge.

“Toji—” you started, laughing as the blanket slipped down your shoulder.

“No. Nope. He’s not allowed in here.”

“He’s your son,” you reminded, trying to wrangle the squirmy toddler now making himself at home in your arms.

“He’s a traitor.”

Megumi smirked triumphantly, curling into your chest and patting your collarbone like he’d just conquered a new kingdom. “My Mama.”

Toji let out a dramatic sigh, glaring at Megumi like he’d just been dethroned. “You get her all day. I get her at night. That’s the rule.”

Megumi looked up at you. “Is that true?”

You blinked. “There’s a rule?”

Toji grunted. “There should be.”

But Megumi wasn’t budging. He threw one leg over your stomach and settled in like a cat, kicking Toji’s side lightly in the process.

You were wheezing from trying not to laugh. “Okay, okay—stop. You both can cuddle me.”

“No.” They said it at the same time.

Toji tugged you closer, trying to reclaim his space. Megumi clung tighter, glaring up at him with wide, watery eyes.

“She loves me more,” the kid mumbled.

Toji’s eyebrow twitched. “Wanna bet?”

Before you knew it, Toji had hooked one arm around Megumi and the other under your knees—and in one smooth, annoyingly strong motion, he hoisted both of you into his lap like you weighed nothing.

Now you were in the middle. Megumi pressed to your chest. Toji wrapped around your back, legs caging you both in.

“Aha,” he muttered smugly. “Cuddle sandwich. I win.”

“This is not winning,” you said, laughing. “This is kidnapping.”

Megumi was too busy snuggling into your hoodie, mumbling something about how warm you were and how he wanted you all to himself. Toji kept his arm slung heavy around both of you, his big hand on your thigh, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I’m gonna fall asleep like this,” you warned.

“That’s the plan,” he muttered, eyes already half-lidded.

You could feel Megumi relaxing, his breathing slowing. And Toji—despite all his grumbling—was gently running his fingers up and down your side in soft, rhythmic strokes.

“…Love you, Mama,” Megumi whispered, voice already heavy with sleep.

Toji grunted softly, his mouth brushing your neck. “Tch. Love you too.”

“Who are you saying that to?” you asked, smiling.

“…Both of you.”

Your heart ached in the best possible way.

Toji—fierce and dangerous and built for anything but softness—was now the anchor of this small, sleepy pile of warmth and love. His son clung to you like you were the sun, and he held you both like you were his whole damn world.

Which, honestly, you were.

Later that night, when you were half-asleep and Megumi had long since started drooling on your chest, you felt Toji whisper into your hair.

“I used to think I was gonna die alone,” he murmured. “Now I’ve got you two, and I’m fighting a four-year-old over cuddles.”

You smiled, eyes closed, hand resting over his on your waist.

“You lost, by the way.”

Toji snorted quietly. “Nah. Still got you in my arms, didn’t I?”

And just like that, the house fell into peaceful silence—wrapped in blankets, love, and the kind of warmth Toji Fushiguro never believed he’d ever deserve.

But now?

He wouldn’t give it up for the world.

summary: why doesn't your boyfriend's dad like you?? you're rich, pretty... somewhat nice! and you have amazing fashion sense. whatever, you're not the type to shrink under pressure. and anyway, he’s stuck with you forever.

notes: touya todoroki x spoiled!reader, suggestive, tw: enji todoroki, no quirk au, unedited, reader mentions marriage, she is very bold very diva!

word count: 1.2k

the wind flutters through your open windows, carrying in the scent of salt air and daddy’s money. you grin at the breeze like it’s flirting with you, tugging playfully at your silky pink robe.

"my father doesn't even want you near me let alone on our yacht."

you huff, folding your arms like a spoiled brat. "why not? i'm rich, i'm pretty, i'm.. kind." you hum, fluttering your lashes in faux innocence.

touya smirks, holding up a finger. "doesn't like liars either."

"shut up!" you roll your eyes with a huff. "i'm going." there’s a pout in your tone as you stomp away with the flare of someone used to getting her way.

you ignore his knowing sigh before continuing from inside your barbie dreamhouse closet. "and he'll just haveta suck it up!"

"okay whatever, my brother won't leave you alone though." your boyfriend notes, sitting down at your vanity boredly.

"i don't care!" your voice echoes from somewhere between your shoe wall and color-coded lingerie drawer.

touya grins, lifting some glittery serum bottle to eye level and inspecting it before dropping it back onto the humongous vanity and shamelessly looking through your belongings. skincare, makeup, mess.

"the fuck is too faced?" he squints at the label of a blush cover. "you're not two-faced, you're just a bitch."

you reappear from the walk-in closet, mini skirt in hand as you stare at him with a small grin. "you're one to talk, daddy's boy."

"that doesn't make me a bitch- also ow?" he sasses.

you pad across the pink plush carpet as your lips curl into a grin. "you're my little bitch...!" you coo, blowing him a kiss.

"not cute." he rolls his eyes, unamused.

“very cute,” you correct in singsongy tone, draping the mini skirt over your meticulously made bed before flitting across your extravagantly large room in search of accessories.

“what if i said i don’t want you to come?” he grunts when you pick up some earrings and hold them against your ears, ogling yourself in one of your many mirrors.

“i wouldn’t believe you, duh.”

“right.” he dryly chuckles, fingers tapping against the vanity. “and why is that?”

you twirl a diamond-studded hoop against your ear, admiring the way it sparkles in the afternoon summer sun spilling through your windows. “cuz i'm perfect.”

“you’re insufferable, that’s what.”

the todorokis' yacht gleams smugly as it floats in the private dock’s crystal clear water. your miu miu heels click against the polished deck as you board, phone in hand and already opening the front facing camera.

you hum to yourself, snapping a pouty selfie at the breeze tousling your hair just right.

touya trails behind, dressed in his typical "yeah i've got money but i only hint at it" way. black tee, loose tommy hilfiger shorts, silver chain glinting in the sun.

you flash a sugary smile at a nearby crew member. “can you bring us some champagne? the pink one, not the regular one!”

you stomp toward the upper deck, calling over your shoulder, “i’m going to tan. don’t talk to me unless you’re complimenting my legs or bringing me fruit, kay?”

touya follows with a slow, lazy hum, hands in his pockets. “what happened to being kind, huh?”

“i am kind,” you say, reclining onto one of the cushioned loungers like you were born on it. “i just have standards.”

he leans down to mumble in your ear, probably not even aware of the stir of arousal he brings because if it. “you mean you just like when people worship you.”

your grin is immediate and shameless. “duh. why else do you think i let you stick around?”

“you dragged me here,” he reminds you, recalling the earlier conversation when he told you he didn’t wanna go to his family’s outing.

“and yet,” you coo, tugging him closer by the hem of his shirt, “you’re still standing here. wearing the sunscreen i packed for you cuz i knew you'd forget!”

he sighs, but doesn't pull away. “you’re exhausting.”

“you love me, baby.” you smile, pecking his lips.

“yeah, unfortunately.”

from behind his shades, you catch the way he watches you as you stretch out in your designer bikini, glittering in the sun like a rich little menace. you reach over, snatching his drink without asking.

“my dad’s staring,” touya mutters, going to sit beside you, his hand brushing yours.

“good!” you chirp, sipping from the glass with a pop of your lip gloss. “let him, maybe then he’ll finally realize i don’t care what he thinks.”

there’s a beat of silence between you two as the boat finally begins to move, pulling away from the dock. you tilt your head, watching touya out of the corner of your eye.

“you look pretty in the sunlight,” you say softly.

he smirks, eyes still closed with his head leaned against the chair. “yeah?”

“mhm!” you hum. “almost as good as me.”

he groans, dragging a hand over his face dramatically. “there it is.”

the yacht has only just slipped into deeper water when you start to get annoyed by it. enji's stare. you roll your eyes, clutching the glass of champagne delivered to you with a slight glare at the sound of heavy footsteps coming toward you.

“excuse me,” comes the gravelly, serious voice of enji todoroki. you turn your head with the exaggerated grace of someone expecting paparazzi. he stands in a crisp linen button-down and expensive loafers, looking like a walking tax bracket.

“yes?” you blink sweetly, tipping your sunglasses down your nose.

“you plan to spend the whole afternoon lounging?”

you give him your most dazzling, weaponized grin. “duh! it's a yacht, not a bootcamp.”

“you know, this isn’t your world, little girl.” he says lowly. “you float into things, take space. you don’t understand what it means to actually be needed somewhere.”

the air sharpens like it’s waiting for a very unnecessary fight, but you just hum, smiling to yourself as you pick up a chocolate covered strawberry from a chilled bowl the crew brought over.

you slide your shades up into your hair after taking a bite into the sweet fruit. touya exhales next to you, readjusting his position like he already knows something cheeky is about to leave your mouth.

“mister todoroki, i've tried to get you to like me.” you lick a smudge of chocolate from your thumb as you continue chewing, then sit up straighter, crossing your legs.

"but you're wrong. it is my world." you giggle. "i'm gonna be the first mrs. todoroki of my generation," you say simply, ignoring touya's choking and the widened eyes of enji. "so maybe you should treat me with more respect."

enji doesn’t answer, too ticked off. he just exhales with his eyes closed, like he’s releasing a deep, decades long sigh of regret, and walks off— probably to find a stiff drink and pretend you don’t exist.

you sigh, laying back against your lounge chair like nothing as you slide your shades back down.

"what the hell was that?" touya murmurs, still facing you.

"my announcement."

“baby, you can’t just-”

“you already let me sort your cologne drawer!" you interrupt, tilting your head to him. "i’m already halfway to being your wife.”

touya covers his face with both hands, squeezing his eyes shut. “you are the scariest woman alive.” he mumbles.

you let out a satisfied chirp, taking a sip from your glass with a pop of your lips. “compliment me and maybe i’ll let you kiss me with tongue later.”

“jesus christ.”

꒰ 𑄽𑄺 ⠀you have a new message from dolly!

not proofread, might add more to this later :3

as the speakers blasted bass boosted music, you sit on the couch with a red cup in your hand, rationing the drink in it because you’re too afraid to go up to the bar alone.

it’s a bit crowded, your friends on the dance floor while you just watch other people rubbing up against each other. not an ideal way to spend your weekend when you have exams coming up but oh well, yolo.

you’re not much of a party person, well- you’ve tried to become one but it just didn’t work. not when it felt awkward to dance and everyone ignored you in conversations. you’ve never felt so unseen.

that was, until…

you felt the couch sink on your right side. you turn your head to see the one and only—“Most Popular” Playboy—Satoru Gojo.

you panic internally, why is he here?!

“hey,” you nod back in response to his greeting, visibly confused on why he’s talking to you—the girl he’s been basically in all of the same classes with since high school but has never uttered a word to?

“you here alone?” you hum in disagreement. he looks out to the crowd of dancers then back at you. “where are your friends?”

okay, now you’re really confused. why is he asking you all of these questions? is this a prank? “oh, uhm.. they’re on the dance floor.” he nods, then eyes your figure up and down.

“i like your ring, it’s from ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’ right?” your eyes light up, you definitely did not expect that. you stutter a bit before letting out a quiet mhm. he asked you to repeat it, and you just nodded. he smiles at you and suddenly you understand why every girl falls for— no, no. no you don’t. you’re not falling for this propaganda!!

“what other animes do you like?”

—

you step into the room upstairs, entering what looked and felt like being at an anime shop. blue walls, posters everywhere, displays of action figures in glass boxes… who knew this popular frat guy would be such a geek??

you spot various pieces of fiction, such as digimon, ghibli movies, 2000s romcoms, resident evil, and so much more!!!

“didn’t take you for a romcom guy.” he chuckles, sitting at the edge of his bed. “yeah, i don’t think anyone does.”

you hum then gasp at his displayed pokémon cards. “is that the pikachu illustrator?! how the hell did you acquire such a rare card??” he chuckles and explains how he got it, he’s rich obviously!

—

the night was long. the speakers still blare from downstairs, but you and gojo talked about the same interests for hours. this definitely wasn’t on your bucket list, ‘befriending’ the most popular guy in school history who also happens to be super similar to you??

in gojo’s eyes, he’s never met a girl like you. call him teruhashi from saiki k because everyone is all over him. he’s never even had a relationship or involved himself in hookups despite being known as a ‘playboy.’ but tonight.. tonight seemed genuine—like you’re not just another person who’s trying to get in his pants.

it can be tiring. despite there being people who would kill to be him, all he wants is someone he can settle down with for life. someone who’s not there for the money or the popularity, but for him. and that’s exactly how he feels about you. 4 hour conversations about films and niche interests? yes please.

his fantasy was cut off by the sound of a ringing phone—of course it was your friends. why did you have to leave the party just because they want to?

“i have to go, it was great talking to you though!” he grips the sheets as you smile, god you were adorable. he waves goodbye, sinking into the sheets as you closed the door behind you.

he’s definitely gonna search for you on campus tomorrow.

͙͘͡★ divider by @cafekitsune 🍡