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❝𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝❞

Royalty AU || Crown Prince Megumi x Reader

"Either way, you weren’t supposed to catch the eye of the Crown Prince. But you did — not because you tried to impress him, but because you didn’t."

wc: 2.1k warnings: none :)

part 2

The capital was alive tonight.

Festival banners flapped from balcony rails and rooftop chimneys, catching on the breeze like ribbons loosed from a dancer’s hair. Lanterns painted the cobblestone roads in soft orange, fluttering shadows of people moving together, laughter spilling into the humid air. Merchants sang out their prices with theatrical flair, children darted through alleys with sweet-stained mouths, and musicians strummed wild, joyful notes like the world might end tomorrow.

You were halfway through a skewer of grilled eel when the drums began to roll.

“Must be the opening ceremony,” someone murmured beside you, eyes turned toward the main pavilion at the center of the square. You followed their gaze only briefly, already familiar with the routine — the arrival of the royal family, the crown prince's cold, obligatory speech, the nobles parading their newest silks.

You wiped your hand on your sleeve and turned away before the first horn blew.

It wasn’t that you disliked the royal family. You just didn’t care for the spectacle — for the desperation in the way people craned their necks, trying to catch a glimpse of the gilded puppets who ruled the realm from their marble towers.

You weren’t here for the crown.

You were here for the chaos. The color. The sense that, for one night a year, everything felt real.

Which was why you didn’t notice him at first.

You were leaning against a stone wall, drink in hand, watching a group of fire dancers carve patterns into the night sky. The scent of charred cinnamon and plum wine hung in the air, dizzying. Around you, the crowd stirred and shifted. Whispers rippled out from the direction of the royal carriage — excitement, reverence, awe.

And then the hush.

The kind that falls when something sacred enters a room.

You didn’t bow. You didn’t crane your neck like the rest. You simply turned your head and looked.

And that’s when it happened.

Your eyes met his.

Crown Prince Megumi Fushiguro stood a few meters away, half-shadowed by the guards at his side and the height of the ceremonial platform. He was dressed in deep navy and obsidian black, a sharp contrast to the lanternlight glow that softened everyone else. His hair was pulled back, silver threading the edge of his collar, and a ceremonial sword rested at his hip.

He looked like something carved from dusk.

He was already scanning the crowd — out of duty, you guessed. The kind of passive observation someone in power did automatically. But when his gaze passed over you, it stopped.

Not paused.

Stopped.

And held.

You blinked, surprised. Not by the fact that he was looking — but by the way it felt.

Not hungry. Not judgmental. Just… curious. As if he were trying to figure out what exactly it was about you that didn’t match the room.

Your heart knocked once, uncertain.

You didn’t bow. You didn’t look away. You simply raised one brow in return — a small, almost amused expression. Not mocking. Just present. Undaunted.

You weren’t supposed to catch the eye of the Crown Prince. You weren’t a noble. You weren’t dressed in silk or painted in powdered makeup. You weren’t fawning or smiling or trying to be noticed.

But you had his attention.

And you knew better than to show it affected you.

So you turned away first.

You didn’t expect anything to come of it.

The festival carried on. The dancers performed. You wandered through back alleys and vendor stalls, slipping through the thick of the crowd without ceremony or fanfare.

But hours later — long after the sky turned navy and the music dulled — you returned home and found something odd.

Tucked just inside your windowsill was a piece of folded parchment, weighted down by a small violet.

You stared at it for a long moment.

You hadn’t left the window open. No one had access to your home. You lived in the upper floor of a bookshop, above the creaking floors and scent of aged paper, and the only one who knew your habits was the shopkeeper’s cat.

You unfolded the paper slowly.

Neat handwriting. Sharp strokes. Precise lettering.

"You didn’t say much, you didn’t need to. That’s what I liked about you."

No name. No title. Just that.

And the flower.

Your throat tightened. You didn’t want to believe it — but deep down, you already knew. You remembered that stare. The weight of it. The way his eyes had followed you not like a predator, but like a question.

You turned the note over.

Blank.

You reread it once. Twice.

Then you tucked it away in a drawer and told yourself it meant nothing.

But of course, the world wasn’t kind enough to let it go.

Because three days later, you saw him again.

You were crossing the narrow bridge near the west gardens, a shortcut to the shop. The early morning mist still clung to the stone, curling around your boots like smoke.

You didn’t expect to see anyone there.

So when the figure appeared from the other side, you froze.

He wasn’t dressed like a prince this time.

No crown. No royal colors. Just simple dark fabric, travel-worn boots, and gloves tucked into his belt. But you knew. The way he walked — steady, upright. The way he carried himself like someone who bore weight on his shoulders no one else could see.

Megumi Fushiguro.

You stopped at the center of the bridge.

So did he.

A silence stretched between you.

Then.

“You didn’t bow,” he said.

It wasn’t a reprimand. Just an observation.

You lifted a brow, mirroring the expression he’d given you days earlier. “I didn’t know I was supposed to.”

His mouth twitched. The smallest shadow of amusement.

“I wasn’t expecting you to remember me,” you added, tone light.

“I wasn’t expecting to notice you,” he replied evenly. “But I did.”

The air between you stilled.

You swallowed. “Is that why I found a flower on my windowsill?”

“I don’t leave flowers for just anyone.”

There was something quiet in his voice. Not flirtation — no, he didn’t seem the type for that. It was something else. Something real. Unadorned.

You stepped closer, just slightly, until only a few feet separated you. The mist curled higher.

“Why?” you asked.

“Why the flower?”

“No. Why me?”

He didn’t answer right away. His gaze dipped, just once, to your hands — ink-stained from morning deliveries, fingers curled loosely against the chill.

Then he looked up again.

“You didn’t try,” he said.

You frowned.

“You weren’t trying to be seen,” he clarified. “You didn’t perform. You didn’t pretend. You just... were. In a world full of people shouting to be noticed, you were quiet. And you meant it.”

Your heart stuttered.

No one had ever spoken to you like that before.

And certainly not him.

The Crown Prince.

You don’t know what possessed you to do it — boldness, madness, maybe the intoxication of being seen — but you smiled. Just faintly. The way a person smiles when they finally stop holding their breath.

“You shouldn't be out here alone,” you said softly.

“And you shouldn’t talk to me like we’re equals.”

“Are we not?”

That earned you the smallest crack in his composure — a breath of a laugh, hushed and tired and real.

“Careful,” he murmured. “People lose their heads for less.”

“I’ve already lost mine,” you said. “Might as well use what’s left of it to say something honest.”

His eyes lingered on you.

Like he was memorizing something he shouldn’t want to keep.

Then, with a quiet exhale, he took one step back.

“This bridge doesn’t exist tomorrow,” he said, voice lower now. “Not officially.”

“Is that so?”

He nodded. “But if it did, I might be passing it again. Just before dawn.”

You didn’t speak.

But when he walked past you, his sleeve brushed yours.

And it was the softest thing you’d ever felt.

He hates the rain :(

🦮💕🐈‍⬛

classmate!gojo part 3!

classmate!gojo who has been watching you from afar for the past week now. His eyes are always gravitating towards you in class, trying to catch any other possible connection. He’s try so hard to convince himself that you’re not his mystery girl, but at this point he should just accept it. The photo of your nails was proof enough, not to mention how much of a rush you were in. Neither of you have texted or exchanged photos since then, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t driving him crazy. Every single day since then he can’t get you off of his mind, getting so hard from the thought of you that he has to sneak away to rub one out to your pictures or videos. He just can’t help himself.

He watches you in class, in the cafe area, even sees you walking on campus, doing normal things. He would have never guessed in a million years you were the one he sought after so badly. You hide it so well. But he knows deep down under that good girl persona you have, there’s a slut waiting to caught, waiting to be fucked and used like you told him all those times over text. He’ll make you break. He sees you sitting on a bench on campus just scrolling through your phone, knowing this is the perfect time to execute his plan.

He finally breaks contact, sending you a video he took of himself last night.

gojo: i miss you

it was simple, but he was hoping it’d work. He watches intently, a small smile spreading across your face, though he’s unsure if it’s because of him

gojo: send me something, yeah? miss seeing you, baby

and like clock work, he sees you get up, heading towards the bathrooms inside one of the campus buildings. What else to do but follow. He sees you slip into the bathroom, and now he finally has you where he wants you.

you enter the bathroom, riddled with excitement that he finally texted you. Maybe he didn’t catch on that you were the one sending him photos. Good, it means you can have more fun. You enter the stall, replaying the video of him jerking off, putting the phone close to your ear so you can his moans. You smile, your hands finding themselves under your skirt, rubbing your clit through your clothed pussy. Little do you know he’s standing right outside the door, waiting for you.

You unbutton your shirt and grab onto your tits, massaging them in your hand while you send him a video. Quickly, you send him another of your wet panties, still rubbing your clit.

you: missed you too. can you tell?

and gojo can’t believe it when he receives the videos, chuckling to himself at how slutty you can be. He saves the videos nonetheless and puts his phone back in his pocket, the bathroom door opening, you walking out, completely caught off guard. Your heart thumps against your chest, mouth hanging open like you want to say something but nothing is coming out. All you know is that you can’t stop staring at him. He’s smirking at you, eyeing like a piece of candy as he moves closer towards you, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “I know you’re little secret.” You’re frozen, unable to do a thing. You couldn’t even deny it at this point. “Give em to me,” he demands.

“W-what?” You blink, voice barely above a whisper. He moves back, a smug smile on his stupidly pretty face. God, he smells so good. And his whispering? You’re even more wet than before. He knows what he’s doing to you.

“Your cute little panties. Give them to me.” He’s so casual about it and makes you even more nervous yet more intrigued. You turn to go back into the bathroom but he grabs your arm. “No, no, no. Do it right here.”

“But—” you look around to see if anyone else is around.

“What? Scared of getting caught? Sure weren’t thinking about that when you sent me all these videos and pictures. So, hand them over.” He watches as you slightly bend over, reaching under your skirt and gently pulling your panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. You sheepishly pick them up, they’re coated in your slick, an embarrassing sight. He grabs them from you, chuckling at the wet stain. “Wasn’t so hard, right?” He shoves them into his back pocket.You shake your head no, unable to keep eye contact with him. All the confidence you had over text has completely disappeared in the presence of him. What were you even thinking? He’s Gojo Satoru. “Thank you for these, baby.” He steps closer towards you, cornering you against the wall. “Send me something else later on tonight. Oh, and make sure to stop hiding that pretty face of yours too, okay? I wanna see everything.” He grabs your chin, tilting it up so you were looking at him.

“Why don’t you just fuck me already? We’ve both been waiting long enough,” you abruptly ask. It was taking everything in you not to drop on your knees and let him fuck your face.

“I can fuck you right here if I wanted to. You know how’ve riled up you’ve gotten me for all these weeks? I get so hard thinking about you that it hurts. I can’t fucking cum if it doesn’t involve you. You’ve taken over my mind, made me go on this chase to figure out who you were. So, if I wanna make you wait a little more, then I’ll fucking do it.” He gritted his teeth, gripping your chin slightly tighter. “Remember, only good girls get rewarded.” He smirked, pulling away from you before walking out of the building like nothing happened.

previous part

Pairing: Chuuya x reader

Contents: NSFW, pool sex 101; sneaking into your neighbour's private pool while drunk definitely has its perks, reader will have those tiles imprinted in their back for days, my bad. Approx 1.5k words

Public pools might have been a step wiser. 

Or not. To be honest you weren’t all that concerned. They were Chuuya’s neighbours after all. Old, rich neighbours with basement pools and a pretty weak home security as it turned out. 

You could have rented a place–a nice and cosy jacuzzi. Maybe you should do that too sometime. But why do it now when this was undoubtedly at your quickest disposal?

The water was surprisingly warm against your naked skin. It gently reflected the dim purple lighting that came from… somewhere. You couldn't remember; Chuuya had taken care of that. 

The wine from earlier was still coursing under your skin. Your face was flushed and mind mushy as you relaxed against the tiles. All the while Chuuya’s body kept you afloat and close, so deliciously close to his.

His hair tickled your neck under the water, but his mouth–oh. His mouth trailed heated, open kisses down your jaw and throat. He was biting and licking his way around your naked body leisurely, savouring every bit of exposed skin.

Jacuzzis could wait, you had more pressing matters.

Damn. You couldn’t even swim. The thought amused you more than anything. Drunk and drowning didn’t sound like a good way to go. But that was silly. 

You weren’t going anywhere with the way Chuuya held you. 

He was like a furnace even now–his hands gripping you as they sent his warmth through your body. His tongue trailed strips of saliva that had your skin prickle. He was everything around you, and more. Gentle, slow, all-consuming of your senses.

Chuuya was so filled with life and passion that the man before you now almost felt foreign. It’s rare he hit the brakes and took his merry time like this. You could barely keep your hands off each other–normally.

Not now. Now it was… calm. Intimate in a quiet type of way, but no less intense. 

You wrapped your thighs around Chuuya, drawing his attention as he looked up at you. 

“Hey,” you said, the word feeling silly on your tongue.

Chuuya cocked his head, flashing you his trademark grin. “Hey, you,” he said, and he drew you neared against the tiles. Chest to chest, you felt his already hard cock brush against your thigh. 

“Oh.” You blinked. Yeah, pool sex was definitely on the plate for tonight. “This is nice. I kind of feel like melting though.”

Chuuya cupped your cheek, brushed the hair sticking to your face. “Yeah? You look the part too, doll. You need a fan or something? Am I too much for ya?” And he wiggled his brows like he was actually funny. What a loser.

It was no joke. He was too much. 

Always. 

There was too much adoration in Chuuya’s gaze, too much teasing at times, too much love as he crawled right under your skin the harder you fell for him. Wine made you sentimental like that, and it wasn’t helping you much this time either.

“Mhm… don’t ever stop being too much,” you whispered the words. There, sincere and simple. “I think I’ve gone addicted to it.” You were aware of all of him. Every touch of skin between you. The way Chuuya stilled for a second, muscles unmoving before he sagged right into your embrace. 

He sought your lips, stealing your breath and thoughts right away with it. He always managed to coax your reservations away, letting him in easily as your kiss deepened. 

“Don’t go all mushy on me like that. You’ve no idea what you do to me,” Chuuya said between kisses. 

But you knew. You felt it as your hand travelled down to wrap around his cock. Your fingers brushed over his tip and Chuuya hissed. He didn’t move besides leaning his forehead against yours, his breath hot against your parted lips. 

“I can do a lot more to you.” You guided him to your entrance. You’ve been wet and ready long enough now. It was Chuuya’s teasing that got you like this, it would only be fair to return the favour. Albeit with a bit more.

“Fuck.” Chuuya bucked his hips, breathing deep as you shuddered against him. “ I can be just as good for ya, baby. Let me be good for ya, yeah? Come on, come on–” he moved again, brushing his tip against your pussy lips. 

Chuuya’s patience was a skill he implemented rarely. This was definitely not one of those times. Not with the way he kissed you again, desperate and wanting.

He loved it when you desired him; the way you sought his touch, his attention. He wanted you to want him. And he was going to give his all when you finally caved.

Chuuya entered you slowly, the sensation of his pulsing cock stretching you made you clutch around him even harder. It was maddening and your impatience was showing its ugly head too.

“Chuuya.” You gripped his hips with your thighs. You hoped he sensed your desperation.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, smiling at your moan as he gripped your ass, spreading you wider as he sunk fully into your heat. 

Chuuya didn’t give you time to formulate another thought. Any thought, really, as he started fucking into you. Your chest felt tight and your legs trembled as you welcomed him in. Chuuya kept you in place, hands firm around you as he pushed your back into the tiles with every hard thrust. If a man could be both gentle and absolutely wrecking your world in two–it was no other than Chuuya. He was more than ready and willing to do the job and leave you gasping from his every move. 

You were distantly aware of the sound of ripples, the water around just as restless. You were too busy gripping onto Chuuya’s shoulders, your lips on his ear as your whispered string of oh fuck fuck fuck– more, oh godd yes more, Chuuya– spilt forth and right into his brain as he delivered on your demands. 

Chuuya’s hand was on your clit in seconds, working fast as his swift fingers sent your body in shock from the waves of pleasure that travelled down your abdomen. 

“Fuck–” you gasped, bringing his face towards you. Chuuya’s eyes were on you, soaking in your every detail. He was so beautiful then. “I want you,” you whispered, the desire for him overwhelming.

Chuuya’s gaze fell on your lips. He ground his hips, aiming for that sweet spot of yours again again again. You nearly lost it then and there. “You turn demanding when you’re like this, angel. I’m right here.” He captured your lips, swallowing your moan. “Right here, babygirl.”

“I want you more,“ you said, and then laughed. You have no idea what that meant, but it felt right. You wanted more. All. 

Chuuya wasn’t too much. He was not enough. 

You didn’t give him a chance to answer. His mouth was yours to take, his lips parting instantly to let you in. Your hips moved with his, the water spilling around you like crazy. You didn’t care; you wanted him. 

And you came like that, gripping onto Chuuya like your life depended on it, his bruised lips still moving against yours as you stifled his needy grunts in turn. You felt yourself tighten as your pleasure spilt, drawing a groan from Chuuya as his thrusts became sloppy. He buried his face in your neck, biting hard as the seconds went by before he was finishing inside you, shuddering from the shock of it. 

You sagged against him a moment later, as though you were the more exhausted one. Maybe you were; Chuuya wasn’t one to spend his energy so quickly. He’d probably go for a second round if you asked it of him.

But now… your gaze lingered on the purple flicks of light dancing around you. The water calmed down as both of you stood still in each other’s embrace. The seconds went by.

Finally, Chuuya raised his head. “What’s your opinion on water beds?”

You snorted. “We buying that now?” you brushed his hair back. “Why not just a pool?”

You joked but for a moment Chuuya went quiet. He was considering it. You blinked at him in disbelief before laugher bubbled out of your chest. Chuuya looked at you then, brow raised.

“Hah? What’s so amusing, you punk?” he said. “Take it more seriously. I’m a sold man on the idea.” And he flapped his hand, sending specks of water all around you.

It took you another moment to collect yourself again. “Sure, sure,” you sighed, smiling stupidly at your silly, absurd, perfect man. “You might be onto something, we’ll see.” You tried to hide your excitement as Chuuya levelled you suspiciously. “I… might need some more convincing though.”

A bit of silence followed by Chuuya’s hands falling on your hips again. “Is that a challenge? I’m very convincing, you know.” He grinned before capturing your lips again.

You sighed against him, melting right into Chuuya’s embrace yet again. 

He might be too much to handle sometimes, but you had a knack for those things. You had the experience and practice after all.

The songs you grow to like never stick at first (Chapter 6)

Chapter 1 ++ Chapter 2 ++ Chapter 3 ++ Chapter 4 ++ Chapter 5

Falling for your best friend is a blessing and a curse at the same time, especially when it’s painfully obvious that your friend doesn’t feel the same. So what is Yuuji supposed to do? He doesn’t want to lose you but also can’t help wanting to get out of the friendzone. Maybe his other friends can help him. Or he just has to wait because sometimes the songs that become our all-time favorites are the ones that don’t stick at first.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: College AU, fluff, smut, my attempt at humor, friends to lovers Word Count: 8.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, a lot of cheesiness, pining, alcohol, masturbation, creampie, sex dreams, also real sex this time because Yuuji finally gets his reward! All characters are of age. The story and my blog contain 18+ content, so minors don't interact. 

Chapter 06: Hope this is the last time,'cause I'd never say no to you

Yuuji's mission during the following weeks is to be your source of comfort. And he takes this job very seriously. He knows what you need right now: A best friend. And Itadori Yuuji is the bestest best friend out of all best friends ever!! Especially because he knows a thing or two about heartbreak, so he has a list of things to do:

1. Always keep you busy! Distraction is key. There cannot be a single moment during the day where you even get the chance to think about Zenin Naoya.

2. Always make sure that you have enough comfort food and drinks.

3. Always let you know how amazing and lovable you are.

Yuuji is good at those things. He knows you better than anyone else, after all.

And so he knows which shows to pick that he can binge-watch with you. He knows which cakes to bake for you. He knows that you like to steal his hoodies because they are comfy and warm, and he makes sure to bring a spare one that he can hand to you. He knows which new manga he can lend to you. He knows which songs to put on a cheer-up playlist for you. He knows how you like your coffee and tea and which snacks to get you.

He wants to take care of you, wants to make you smile again, and put the pieces of your broken heart back together. Maybe his love for you can be the glue that works.

During the following weeks, Yuuji can see that you seem to get better, and it fills him with joy. He can see that you visibly relax when he is with you. That his hugs make you sigh and slump against him as if all the tension fades away when Yuuji holds you. He can see the delighted expression on your face when he tells you how sweet and amazing you are. He hears the shy chuckle when he compliments your eyes and tells you, respectfully of course, that yes your ass looks fantastic in that new pair of jeans.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Hmm yes, sometimes. I feel better when I'm with you. Thank you so much for being there for me, Yuu."

Yuuji's heart is beating way too fast at those words. He knows this is just a friendship thing, but he can't help but feel happy and proud that he is the one who can make you feel better.

That's also why Yuuji agrees to a spontaneous sleepover on one of those binge-watching nights. You're sitting next to him on your bed, and when Yuuji mentions that it's getting late, your hand darts out to wrap around his biceps:

"Please, one more episode!"

The message is clear. You don't want to be alone. It makes Yuuji's heart ache for you. And of course, he will do anything to help you. So he smiles and pats your knee.

"Ok, ok, I get it. We can watch as many episodes as you like. After all, there is a whole third season too!"

Your grateful smile is making Yuuji's chest swell with happiness. It feels good to be the source of your comfort.

So when two hours later you snuggle against his side and mumble a sleepy "Can you stay the whole night please?", Yuuji stays and tries to ignore the way his traitorous heart and dick both throb at the invitation.

How many times has he pictured something like this in his fantasies? Staying in your bed overnight. In his dreams, you always end up making out and tearing each other's clothes off.

But Yuuji is here to be a good friend who helps you through a breakup, not to have dirty fantasies about you!

And so he turns onto his side and lets you snuggle against his broad back, hugging him as you slowly drift off to sleep, and he can't help but lie awake for a long time just smiling in the dark and listening to your cute soft snores and feeling the warmth of your body against him.

"Are you a parking ticket? Because you've got FINE written all over you."

Yuuji can't stop himself from chuckling as he presses the send button while waiting in line in the coffee shop to get some iced coffee for you and himself.

He has started to send you the funny pickup lines again. While you were dating Naoya, he felt like he was overstepping and stopped sending them. But now it feels right again. Because even though Yuuji's attempts at flirting didn't work with you, he knows at least that the cheesy pickup lines made you laugh, and so he hopes that they will help cheer you up.

The guy behind Yuuji bumps slightly against his shoulder while staring unashamedly at the phone screen.

"Wow, you're smooth, bro. Bet you get all the girls."

Yuuji turns to him and shakes his head,

"Nah, man, those pickup lines aren't working. But they make for a good laugh, I guess."

The guy nods solemnly and claps Yuuji's back encouragingly,

"Keep your head up. I read somewhere that many chicks go for guys who make them laugh or the ones who can cook."

"Oh! Wow, that's great! I can make her laugh, and I can also cook! Thanks, bro!"

Naturally, Yuuji decides to pay you a visit that evening with a backpack full of ingredients he bought to cook your favorite meal. And he's very pleased to see a smile on your face when you realize what he's doing.

He likes this. He likes cooking for you and sending you funny messages, and watching movies with you. He likes taking care of you. He likes being your best friend and seeing that you feel better when he is around you.

After a few weeks, Yuuji even makes you go clubbing with him and some of your other friends. You try to turn him down at first, but Yuuji knows that once you leave the house, you will love it, and he believes that you deserve a fun night out. Some drinks and dancing and joking around with your friends will surely help you forget about your stupid ex, even if it's just for a few hours!

And so Yuuji shows up at your dorm with Nobara in tow, looking ridiculous wearing sunglasses at night and already slightly tipsy from sharing vodka shots in the back of Fushiguro's car.

You open the door wearing your pj's and gaping at them thunderstruck. But their good mood makes you laugh, and so you let Nobara usher you into your bedroom to pick a hot outfit for you.

Yuuji smiles and leans against your bedroom door, waiting for you to get dressed. He knows it's probably stupid, but he made sure to wear the tight black shirt that you like on him because fuck yes, it feels nice to get complimented by you, and last time he wore it, you kept staring at his chest, and it made Yuuji feel all giddy.

He hears Nobara exclaim loudly:

"Where is that idiot Itadori?! I need more vodka!"

Yuuji answers through the door:

"I'm here! Is everyone decent in there?"

He hears you laugh at his words, followed by a loud:

"Oh, just come inside, Yuuji! I have no problem changing in front of you. It's not like you haven't seen me in a bikini before, so a bit of underwear won't kill you!"

Well, if you only knew what the few times he saw you in a bikini did to him! Yuuji tries to steel himself by taking another gulp out of the vodka bottle before pushing the door open.

The first thing he sees is your cute ass in some lacy black panties, and he has to suppress a groan.

His night will be filled with fantasies about getting on his knees behind you, pulling those sexy little panties to the side, and worshipping that sweet ass and cute pussy with his hands and lips. Fuck! He has to stop!

Luckily Nobara almost tackles him to the floor at that moment and demands more vodka. So Yuuji has something to distract himself, and once his hungry gaze strays back to you, you are already dressed, still looking yummy as fuck in that short dress Nobara picked for you, but at least your ass isn't so much on display anymore.

"Does that look good, Yuu?"

"You look perfect! Sexy and pretty!"

Maybe drinking vodka wasn't the best idea because it makes his tongue even more loose than usual. But you smile broadly at him, obviously happy about the compliment. And it feels so fucking good when you come over to him and place a warm hand on Yuuji's pecs and compliment him back:

"Thank you! You look good too. I like that shirt on you. It shows how much you work out."

"Oh, stop salivating over Itadori's tiddies and come here so I can do your makeup!"

Yuuji's grin grows even bigger, and he knows that this night out was the best idea! He plops down on your desk chair and passes the vodka bottle around while Nobara does your hair and makeup. And once she is finished, Yuuji lets himself get pulled to his feet and throws his arms around his girls as all three of you make your way to Fushiguro's car.

He is happy to see an excited sparkle in your eyes when the three of you sit in the backseat, Yuuji in the middle, and he sings along loudly to all the songs that play in the car, making you laugh anytime he's doing the rap parts. He feels amazing!

The club is brimming with people. Yuuji doesn't waste any time and pulls you and Nobara directly onto the dancefloor while Fushiguro and Maki lean against the bar and share amused glances.

The most beautiful thing is to see you laughing again. You dance with Nobara and Yuuji and sing along to the songs, and the smile on your face is so carefree that it fills Yuuji's chest with warmth.

His hands land on your hips when you grind against him, and here in the middle of the dancefloor, with the dimmed light and the vodka clouding his mind, he can almost make himself believe that you are his girl. Especially when you turn around to wrap your arms around Yuuji's neck, getting on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek and shout into his ear over the loud music:

"Thank you for taking me here! I haven't had this much fun in weeks! You're the best, Yuu!"

He laughs happily and smiles his sunshine smile at you before taking your hand and spinning you around in a circle, making you squeal and laugh loudly when you almost collide with Nobara.

The most peculiar thing of the night happens when the three of you take a break from dancing to get more drinks at the bar. A girl comes up to Yuuji. She looks at him with a big smile, twirling a strand of her hair around her fingers as she blinks up at him through long eyelashes.

"Hey, you are really cute. Can I get your number, maybe?"

Yuuji remembers Junpei claiming that all the girls asking for Yuuji's number actually want to date him, and even he can see it this time because she couldn't be more direct about it. Yuuji gulps hard. He feels bad for the brave girl, but he is simply not interested in her. His heart is already taken, after all!

He scratches his neck a bit embarrassedly, trying to think of a nice way to turn her down. But before he can even say anything, he feels your hand slip into his, interlacing your fingers and stepping between Yuuji and the girl.

"Sorry, but his number isn't available."

Yuuji's eyes widen, but he nods enthusiastically,

"Yeah, she's right! Have a nice evening, though!"

And then you tug him back onto the dancefloor, your hand still holding his tightly, and Yuuji follows you gladly, placing his free hand on your hip to steer you through the crowd.

He thinks his heart will burst. He hasn't been this happy and carefree in a long time! You are single again and here with him! And out of all the people in this club, you only dance with Yuuji and laugh with him and throw your arms around him. You seem to be genuinely happy tonight after all those weeks of heartbreak.

And what was that thing with that girl just now? If he didn't know it any better, Yuuji would think you were jealous.

Reader's POV:

You can proudly say that you're over Naoya. It's been two months since that rainy night when you caught him with that other woman. Two months since your heart shattered into a thousand little pieces.

The first two weeks were the worst. You could barely bring yourself to leave the bed. If it hadn't been for Yuuji playing delivery boy and providing you with a neverending supply of meals and snacks, you don't know what you would have done.

And he didn't leave it at that. He looked at you with his big boyish grin and was like, "Ok, we have snacks, comfy clothes, and warm blankets. Time for a movie night!" The stubborn glint in his eyes told you that he wouldn't accept a no. Yuuji was on a mission to make you feel better, and you knew nothing could stop him. So you let him stay.

And if you were honest, you had to admit that you were very grateful for his insistence. Because Yuuji was good company. He was sweet and caring and funny and knew how to distract you at all times. And he was also big and buff and warm and gave the best hugs when you needed them. 

Yuuji made the ache in your heart lessen a bit more every day, and you caught yourself thinking several times that you wished you had never dated Naoya but instead a guy like Yuuji.

But there was no use in dwelling on the what-ifs. Yuuji was your best friend, and you were grateful for that! It was ok that he didn't see you as more than a friend. And after all, he was here to pick up the pieces of your broken heart and glue them together again, and you knew he would always do that. Yuuji was a constant in your life, which was worth a lot.

After those first two weeks, you were able to go about your regular schedule again, even though you still started tearing up when you saw happy couples or something that reminded you of Naoya. Your friends were amazing, though, and did anything they could to make you feel better. Especially Yuuji.

Gradually you felt better again. It became easier to sleep, easier to laugh again, and the more time passed, the less you thought of your ex.

And the ultimate proof that you are finally over Naoya happened this morning when you ran into him on your way to the college cafeteria, on a Monday morning two months after you caught that cheating bastard.

You were looking at your phone, texting Yuuji that your course got canceled and you had a free period now, and suddenly you bumped into someone who was also looking at his phone.

You looked up with an apology, and there he was! Naoya, looking immaculate as always, with perfectly styled hair, a fine suit and shoes, an expensive leather bag, and a sparkling Rolex on his wrist.

To your utter astonishment, you didn't feel sad or angry or anything like that. Instead, all you felt was indifference, and you caught yourself wondering for a moment why you ever thought this arrogant guy was hot.

You could see a slight panic crawl over his features when he realized who he had run into. He was probably worried you'd cause a scene in front of everyone. But all you did was smile politely at him and give him a curt nod,

"Good morning, Mr. Zenin. Have a nice day."

You didn't even bother to wait for a reply but proceeded to make your way down the hallway. The smile on your face grew wider, and by the time you walked into the cafeteria, you were grinning so broadly that Yuuji and Nobara both looked at you questioningly. However, before they could ask, you already slipped into a chair across from them and informed them excitedly:

"Guess what! I ran into Naoya, and I felt nothing at all! Guys, it's official, I am over him!"

Your life is back to normal now. Going to university, meeting your friends, attending the usual college parties on weekends.

Your crush on Yuuji might have returned full force, probably thanks to all the time the two of you spent together during your heartbroken state. But you try to ignore those feelings as much as possible. It's what you've been doing for years.

The turning point comes when you are shopping with Nobara, this time without Yuuji because he has to help Megumi walk their neighbor's dogs.

Nobara fixes you with a stern gaze across the table of the ice cream parlor you are currently taking a break in.

"You have to stop leading Itadori on."

You almost drop the spoon you are holding and blink at Nobara in shock. What?? She continues without giving you a chance to reply.

"It's not fair what you're doing to him. You know full well that he likes you!"

"I...what???"

"Come on, everyone knows! He's so bad at hiding it. His emotions are written all over his face! So don't tell me you don't know! You have to stop flirting with him. Like, what was that sleepover? And why are you touching him all the time now? Or that stunt you pulled at the club when that girl asked for his number? You have to stop, or he will only get his hopes up!"

Finally, you find your voice again, but it's small and shaky as you stare at Nobara with wide eyes.

"What do you mean, Yuuji likes me?"

Nobara scrunches her nose and gives you a look that tells you you are more stupid than she thought.

"Seriously? Are you trying to tell me you don't know?"

You feel so hot all of a sudden. Your pulse is racing, and you're breathing way too fast. 

You never thought you had a chance with Yuuji! He's so popular, so sweet and funny and so so handsome! He's collecting phone numbers of girls and also boys all the time. And the most endearing thing is that he is so oblivious to it! He doesn't get that those people are hitting on him.

You don't know what came over you in the club. You had told yourself a long time ago that you couldn't have Yuuji, and so you didn't allow yourself to act on any jealousy. But that night in the club, you had felt it again when that girl had tried to flirt with your Yuuji. Jealousy, icy cold and burning like acid in your veins, and before you could stop yourself, you had intervened.

Afterwards, you had forbidden yourself to think about it or what it could mean. You had just gotten over your ex! You couldn't afford to fall hard for your best friend all over again and end up heartbroken because Yuuji didn't want you that way!

But now things are different, of course.

If Nobara is correct, then that means... It means you can allow those feelings. You can let yourself think about Yuuji in that way.

It's exhilarating, making your heart beat too fast and your head spin with all the possibilities. You can't stop grinning like a madwoman and laugh softly while tears gather in your eyes. It's almost too much. The realization that the person you love the most can actually be yours if you want.

And yes, you absolutely want him! Because this makes sense, Yuuji and you make sense. It's the thing that always made sense from the very frist day you met, and it continued to make sense over the following months and years.

Yuuji is the one who is always there for you. The one who cheers you up on your bad days, the one who makes soup for you when you are sick, the one who always remembers your coffee order, the one who picks you up in the middle of the night and gives you his hoodie to keep you warm.

The boy with the big smile and the pretty honey eyes that always gaze at you with so much love and affection. The one who always makes you laugh and makes you feel like you can be yourself around him, and he likes you exactly the way you are. The one who you can always rely on. The one you know like the back of your hand.

Love was always here, right in front of you. Because Yuuji was here. As your best friend and apparently also secretly in love with you just like you were in love with him.

It's bittersweet to think about it. How long has this been going on? How long has Yuuji liked you as more than friends? How much time did you waste on other people when you could have had Yuuji as your boyfriend?

You curse yourself for giving up on your crush on him ages ago because you always assumed you would never have a chance with him. Hell, when you think back to all the things you said during the last months, you feel sick. It must have broken his heart!

"Shit! I'm so dumb!"

You bury your face in your hands and groan loudly.

Nobara's laughter drifts to your ears, and a moment later, she pulls your hands off your face and makes you look at her.

"You are both dumb. But it's no use dwelling on past mistakes. Get a grip and get your man!! You know he likes you now, and he's a disaster at all of this, so you are the one who has to fix it. Make the first move!"

Her words make you chuckle. Sweet Yuuji. He can really be a bit dense, and it's so cute! But of course, he's standing in his own way with it, so Nobara is probably right. You have to take the initiative!

"Ok! I'll ask him on a date!"

Yuuji's POV:

"Hey Yuu, do you want to go see a movie with me tomorrow night?"

Yuuji lifts his head and blinks at you from across the table in the coffee shop the two of you are currently sitting in.

"You mean as in going to the movie theater?"

You smile at him and nod.

"Yes! We haven't been in a while."

He hates his heart for beating faster at your suggestion. You aren't asking him on a date! This is just a friends thing. And you probably want to invite everyone else too just like the last time.

"Count me in! Who else do you want to ask?"

"No one. I just want to go with you."

You chuckle softly, and your gaze slips down to your iced coffee, fingers toying with the straw. You seem almost nervous. Yuuji thinks it's adorable. He wonders why you seem so shy all of a sudden but immediately chides himself silently to stop getting his hopes up over nothing! This is probably just a little thank you for the last few weeks where Yuuji helped you after your breakup. This isn't a date!

But somehow, the night at the movie theater still feels a bit like a date as much as Yuuji tries to scream at himself to get a grip. You are sharing popcorn, and your hands keep meeting in the bowl on his lap, fingers brushing over each other. Every touch of fingertips against his hand makes Yuuji's dick twitch in interest. Luckily the large bowl of popcorn hides every evidence of it.

But what are Yuuji and his dick supposed to do when you lean against his side and rest your head on his shoulder, sighing happily and turning your face into his neck to whisper:

"Mmmhh, you smell so good, Yuu."

Yuuji is such a confused and nervous mess once again. His dick throbs, his cheeks are burning, and his stomach holds so many butterflies that he surely won't be able to eat any more popcorn. Why does this feel like a movie date? He knows it isn't one!

But how far do best friends go? Is it normal to hold hands on the armrest between your seats? Is it a bestie thing to rest your head on Yuuji's shoulder? Is it normal friendly behavior to feed each other popcorn out of your hands and laugh and squeal when you lick each other's fingers in the process?

Would Yuuji do the same with Fushiguro or Junpei, or Nobara? He tries hard to imagine it, but somehow he is pretty sure Fushiguro would tell him it's stupid to play with food, and Nobara would surely punch him. Junpei maybe... but on the other hand, he would probably feel so awkward about eating out of each other's hand that he'd never go to a movie with Yuuji ever again.

So why does it feel so natural to do this with you?

It's after the movie ends and the two of you walk outside, your hand wrapped around Yuuji's bicep, thumb stroking over his muscles when Yuuji realizes you are staring at him, and he turns his head to look at you, only to get greeted with a somewhat sheepish expression on your pretty face,

"Is everything ok?"

Your eyes widen, and you nod, but you keep staring at him while gnawing your bottom lip and tightening your hold on his arm.

"Yuu... I...um... there's something I... I want to..."

Before you can finish your sentence, you get interrupted by loud cheers of "Tiger of Jujutsu College!"

The guys from the boxing club! Yuuji laughs and lifts a hand in greeting. When they finally leave for the snack stand Yuuji asks you curiously:

"Sorry. What did you want to say?"

"Oh... um... it's nothing. I forgot."

But you seem so flustered somehow, and Yuuji can't help but think that something is going on that he doesn't quite get. A small part of his brain whispers that you wanted to confess your hidden feelings for him. But Yuuji instantly shuts that voice down. It's impossible! He has to stop those fantasies! This is not a rom-com! The two of you are friends, and that's all it will ever be!

The movie night was very confusing! But it is only one of many things that make Yuuji wonder what is going on between the two of you.

Because suddenly, Yuuji is the one who receives text messages with cheesy pickup lines. He yelps loudly the first time it happens, right there in the middle of his movie analysis course. Yuuji stares at the text with big eyes and reaches out to grab Fushiguro's forearm tightly. 

"What is it now, Itadori?"

"Look at this!!"

He shoves his phone into his friend's hand, letting him read the message that says clear and bright:

"Are you a broom? Because you've swept me off my feet!" 

"(Y/n) sent you this??"

"Yes!! Fushiguro, Inumaki was right!! These things work after all!!"

Junpei is leaning towards them now too, to read the message over Yuuji's shoulder, followed by an encouraging clap on his back.

Their little commotion catches the attention of their professor, and a moment later, he is standing next to Yuuji with a big grin on his face.

"What are you boys yelling about?"

"Oh, sorry, professor Gojo! But I received a flirty message, and I am excited!"

"Oh my god! Let me see!!"

Next to him, Fushiguro groans as if in pain, and Yuuji hands his phone to his professor, who squeals and announces loudly to the whole course:

"That's so cute! Ok, forget today's initial plan. We are going to talk about rom-coms now!! Everybody share your faves!"

Yuuji beams at professor Gojo and nods happily while Fushiguro huffs,

"Please not the rom-coms now. Why do I even bother to do my assignments for this sorry excuse of a movie analysis course?"

But Yuuji is happy, and he knows that Megumi is happy for him too. 

After a week of being the receiver of flirty messages, Yuuji can't stop himself from wondering if it could be possible that maybe, just maybe, things have changed, and he might have a chance with you after all?

Because there are all those signs and it's really hard to find "just friends" explanations for them. The two of you do the same things as usual, but it's different.

You always liked to sit on Yuuji's lap when there wasn't any space left. But now, you also choose his lap as your preferred seating even when other seats are available.

And you compliment Yuuji a lot lately, making him grin and blush and bask in the giddy feeling of euphoria when you tell him he smells good and his eyes look so pretty in that lighting and that his hair is so soft and cute and that his muscles look so defined. All the praise makes Yuuji feel so warm, and his heart is beating so fast that he fears he will get a nosebleed.

And all those little affectionate gestures just keep getting more and more.

Just like today, when Yuuji accompanies you on another shopping spree, and you take his hand and never let go of it the whole time you are walking next to each other. He doesn't even have to pretend all that much to imagine that he is your boyfriend.

It makes him grin like an idiot the whole time, and he can't help but caress your hand with this thumb, which makes you turn to him with a warm smile, and before Yuuji knows what's happening, you get on your tip toes and kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear:

"You are so cute, Yuuji."

He wraps his arms around you, pulls you into a tight hug, and leans down to kiss your cheek too, gentle and sweet, with all the love and happiness he feels at that moment.

"Aww, thank you, princess. You are even cuter, though."

He is sure that to everyone around you, the two of you must look like boyfriend and girlfriend.

A strong craving surges through Yuuji at that thought. He wants that. He wants it to be real.

Maybe he should finally tell you about this. What if he lets you know about his wishes, his feelings? What if he tells you that his heart is yours? That he is yours and that he wants you to be his too?

You have ice cream in the cute pastel-colored ice cream parlor near the exit of the shopping mall, and somehow your hand is still in Yuuji's as you sit next to him and lick your ice cream, and his heart is beating so fast that he thinks everyone in a radius of ten meters must hear it.

This feels exactly like what Yuuji wished for. Doing all the things he usually does with you but with the added little things that cross that line between being friends and being girlfriend and boyfriend. Is it really happening? Could you want him as more than a friend too?

"This kinda feels like a date."

His pulse is racing even more after saying those words, but Yuuji feels it's relatively safe to say that because if you start laughing about it, he can just join and act like he meant it as a teasing little joke and nothing more.

But you don't do that. Instead, your eyes sparkle happily as you smile at Yuuji and your hand gives his a gentle squeeze, and your next words make Yuuji's world turn upside down in the best way possible:

"It can be one if you like."

Yuuji forgets to breathe for a moment and stares at you, totally dumbfounded.

All these months of secretly longing to cross that line, and now it seems like you already stepped over that imaginary line without Yuuji noticing. And now you are on the other side, waiting for him to join you with a nervous smile on your face and hope in your eyes.

Yuuji nods wildly, almost stumbling over his words, when he finally manages to blurt out:

"Oh my god! Yes!! Yes, please, I'd like that a lot! I want it to be a date!"

You both grin at each other, and Yuuji feels his head spin when you lean against his side with a soft happy-sounding sigh.

When the two of you leave the shopping mall a short while later, the sun is already setting, bathing everything in pink and orange light, turning the city into a pretty glowing dream.

It looks like a scene in a rom-com. Almost as if someone added a romantic filter to create the perfect scenery. The smell of cherry blossoms is in the air, and all the city noises seem muffled somehow because all Yuuji can focus on is you and the way your silhouette gets illuminated by the light of the sunset, and the way your hand feels in his.

He only tears his gaze away from you when a big fat raindrop hits his nose, and he looks upwards to the sky to see a wall of dark grey clouds gathering over the shopping mall.

"I guess we better run!"

Yuuji tightens his hold on your hand and yanks you with him, smiling when he hears your surprised screech that turns into happy laughter as you let Yuuji drag you along.

And not a second too soon because the rain starts for real now. It begins with a soft drizzle but quickly turns into a big downpour, just like that night when Yuuji drove into the city to pick you up.

The two of you seek shelter under a canopy of a nearby shop window, and Yuuji pulls you against him, so you both can fit under it. But that means you are very close now. So close that Yuuji fears you can really hear his heart beating because it won't stop racing in his chest.

But he can't help it. The two of you are on a date! And you are standing so close to him, and the way you tilt your face up and look at him is so intense that it drives Yuuji crazy!

Are you looking at his mouth? He gulps nervously and licks his lips, and yes, he watches your eyes follow the movement of his tongue, and Yuuji has to blink several times because omg, does that mean what he thinks it means? Do you...do you think about kissing him?

Your hand is suddenly on his chest, and Yuuji thinks he can feel the warmth of your skin seep through his hoodie. Even if you don't hear it, you can definitely feel how fast his heart is beating now.

"Yuu?"

"Hmm?"

"I.. um..."

You chuckle nervously and avert your eyes, and it's so sweet how flustered and shy you seem all of a sudden. You have never acted that way around him. It's so cute and reassuring that Yuuji isn't the only one who is nervous.

It's clear as day to him all of a sudden. You like him. You like him the same way he likes you.

And it didn't start today. It has been going on for several weeks already, right? Because looking back, so many things make so much sense all of a sudden. The movie date, for example! Because yes, looking back at it now, it was a date! And the hand holding and the getting possessive when that girl in the club wanted Yuuji's number. The cheesy pickup lines you initiated!

He remembers that one time you wanted to tell him something but then got interrupted by the guys from the boxing club. You tried to tell him how you feel, but he didn't see it because he was so set on believing that you couldn't be more than friends.

Now it's his turn to do something! It's not fair to let you do all the work! And before his nerves can get the better of him, Yuuji wraps his arms around your waist, looks deeply into your eyes, and asks softly:

"Can I kiss you?"

Your answer is a soft, cute gasp. Your fingers grab the collar of his hoodie, and you get on your tiptoes, nodding and smiling enthusiastically, and then your lips are on Yuuji's, and it's everything he ever wished for.

You kiss him eagerly, lips so soft and sweet against his. And Yuuji tightens his hold on you, pulling your body against his, hugging you and kissing you with newfound confidence, putting all the love and the longing he has been feeling for months into this first kiss.

He hopes you know how much he wanted this, how long he has been dreaming about you and him together like this.

His lips move surely but tenderly against yours, and he feels you relaxing in his arms and tilt your head further to get an even better kissing angle, allowing Yuuji to deepen the kiss when your lips open against his mouth.

He groans softly when your tongues brush against each other for the first time, sending shocks of electricity through his body, which make his skin tingle and the butterflies in his stomach go completely crazy.

It's a gentle but passionate kiss, deep and urgent. Maybe a bit desperate, but that's no wonder after both of you had been waiting so long for this to happen.

It's perfect.

Yuuji sighs into your mouth, his large hands sprawling over the small of your back, holding you tightly, caressing you through your sweater, warm and loving, like the kiss the two of you share.

Your tongue is so soft in his mouth, driving him crazy with those slow, tender licks, and the way your body presses against him feels so good. Like it's meant to be.

His head is spinning as if he's drunk, and that's probably what he is. Love drunk.

It's exciting and new to be this close to you, to cross that line between friendship and lovers. But at the same time, it feels so comfortingly familiar. After all, Yuuji is kissing the person who has been closest to him for years, the person he knows better than anyone else and who knows him better than anyone else too. His best friend and each other's home away from home.

And that's exactly what it is, Yuuji realizes: Kissing you feels like coming home.

He feels another smile tug at his lips. His whole body is filled with warmth and giddiness.

When the two of you pull apart, it is with a soft peck on each other's kiss-swollen lips, both giggling and grinning like idiots, eyes shining with happy tears.

Yuuji's hands remain on your waist, holding you loosely in his arms, and your fingers are still twisted in the soft fabric of his hoodie as your gaze meets his, eyes glittering cheerfully.

"Hey, Yuuji, do you know what your hoodie is made of?"

"Huh? What is it made of?"

"Boyfriend material!"

Yuuji blinks at you, speechless for a whole bunch of seconds, and then he breaks out into loud laughter, which you join immediately. The two of you clutch each other tightly, laughing until you have tears in your eyes, overflowing with serotonin.

"So, do you want to date my hoodie now? This is making me a bit jealous, you know. I thought we had something here..."

He can barely finish the sentence before laughing again, and you squeal and hit his chest playfully.

"Ok, ok, let me spell it out for you! Itadori Yuuji, will you please be my best friend and my boyfriend?"

Yuuji is sure he will burst from happiness. His face is starting to hurt from how big his smile is, and he nods eagerly, leaning closer to you so he can pepper little kisses all over your face while he gives you his answer, voice sounding a bit breathless:

"A"

kiss,

"thousand"

kiss,

"times,"

kiss,

"yes!"

The next kiss lands on your lips, and by the time the two of you pull apart again, the sky is already pitch black, and the stars are twinkling prettily above the city, apparently just as jubilant as Yuuji is.

Being your boyfriend is everything Yuuji dreamed it would be. No, it is even better! 

Lying here in bed with you, your naked bodies entangled after several rounds of horny fucking, which gradually turned into slow lovemaking. Your head on Yuuji's chest, leaving sweet soft kisses all over his pecs as you sigh happily and tell him you love him and how cute and sexy he is. His arms wrapped around you, fingers gently trailing up and down your spine, sweet loving caresses for the girl he loves so much.

He loves the intimacy, the warmth and love, and the trust.

That was something that was always missing in his former relationships or hookups. And Yuuji comes to the conclusion that all the pining and waiting was for a good reason.

He thinks the secret to how magical this feels is that the two of you didn't start as a romantic couple immediately. You were friends before that. You shared that closeness and special love that best friends have for each other. And now you added even more love to that. And sex. Mind-blowing, better-than-any-fantasy-ever-could-be-sex.

Yuuji grins happily as he lets one large hand wander down to your butt, grabbing one ass cheek and squeezing it gently. He is rewarded instantly by a soft moan, your warm breath brushing over one of his nipples and making him gasp softly.

"Yuu, I can't go another round. I'm so exhausted."

But your lips find his in a sweet kiss, and those kisses quickly become more intense, and soon you have forgotten your earlier words and are straddling Yuuji's lap, moaning into his mouth eagerly, and Yuuji can feel how wet you already are for him. Again. It drives him crazy anytime he feels it, anytime he feels the evidence of how turned on you are because of him.

Your hand wraps around his throbbing dick, making him moan lewdly as you stroke him to full hardness and guide him to your entrance. Yuuji's eyes roll back, and he hears you gasp when you slowly sink down on his hard length.

This is better than any of his wet dreams ever were. His hands knead your cute ass firmly, his hips snapping upwards, pushing his cock deeper into you, and he feels your velvety walls clench around him and hears you moan his name in that cute horny, and shaky voice that lets him know how much you love Yuuji's cock inside you.

"Let me help you, baby."

He half moans, half whispers, knowing your muscles must be sore from all the fucking the two of you did the whole week. Making up for all the lost time after all.

Yuuji is grateful for his stamina and strength, especially in moments like these when he needs to take care of his girl and help you ride him. He does so by holding your hips in a tight grip, lifting your body up and down on his cock, making you gasp and moan and mutter under your breath how strong and sexy he is.

It feels so fucking good! Yuuji lets his head fall back on the pillow, gazing up at you, forcing himself to keep his eyes open so he can see you. Your pretty fucked out face looking so cute and your perfect tits bouncing so sweetly as you ride him eagerly, your pace becoming wilder every second, needing more of him, always so crazy for him and his cock.

His eyes meet yours, and you both moan at the same time.

"Yuuji...ah! I love you, baby!"

His cock throbs at your tender words.

"Fuck! I love you too...fuck...love you so much, cutie...come here...baby.. ah! Ah fuck, need you..."

And you gasp and moan and lean down, pressing your wonderful body against Yuuji, your tits snug against his chest, hands tangling in his hair. Your lips find his in a sloppy heated kiss while Yuuji wraps his arms tightly around you, holding you as close as possible to him, dick so deep inside you while he rolls his hips and fucks you thoroughly with deep and loving thrusts.

You kiss and moan into each other's mouths during your horny but sweet lovemaking. So crazy for each other, so in love.

You cum with loud cries of pleasure, sobbing against Yuuji's neck as he feels your tight wet pussy clenching around him, and Yuuji is filled with so much pride and love and happiness that he can make you feel so good.

It's your whispered: "I love you, Yuuji, I love you so much. You're really the guy of my dreams, baby." that brings him over the edge.

He is moaning and mewling loudly as his hands tighten on your cute ass, and he arches up, cumming so hard and not letting go of you until he pumps your sweet pussy full with his hot ropes of cum.

His heart is racing wildly in his chest as he slowly comes down from his high, dick still throbbing inside you, your pussy pulsing around him hotly with the aftershocks of your orgasm. The two of you kiss for what feels like hours while you are still pressed tightly against Yuuji, and his cock is still deep inside you, both not wanting to part.

It's always like that, and Yuuji loves it. He loves you and loves the way you love him. He loves the way you are both so crazy for each other and both so full of love.

The thought makes him smile because he knows if he ever really directs his own rom-com, one day in the future, he will surely add a cheesy scene like that.

He looks up at you, happy and sated with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Am I really the guy of your dreams?"

And you laugh a bit shyly, slightly embarrassed by your own cheesiness, which makes Yuuji's chest feel even warmer. He caresses the naked skin of your back gently and adds:

"Because you are the girl of my dreams too. Also, you can take that literally. I dreamed about you for months!"

That makes you chuckle, and your fingers trail teasingly over his pecs when you smile at him.

"Oooh, you should tell me all about those dreams, baby. We can reenact all of them. And yes, I really meant it. You are the guy of my dreams, Yuuji. There could never be a better one for me."

An hour later, the two of you managed to get cleaned up before snuggling back into bed for another movie night. The movie in question is another rom-com, and the story is strangely similar to what you and Yuuji went through.

Yuuji smiles and tightens his arm around you, knowing that the poor protagonist will have to go through a lot until he finally gets his crush to like him back in the end.

"Keep your head up, buddy! She might not love you now, but she will! My girl needed some time too!"

That gets a reaction out of you, but not the one Yuuji expected. You pull away from his shoulder to look at him with a confused frown.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Hm? Well, you didn't like me like that at first. I thought you'd never see me as more than a friend. There was this song playing all the time, and somehow I related to it, and I guess it is right. The songs you grow to like never stick at first. But if you listen to them more often, you will find yourself singing along to them one day out of the blue, and suddenly you realize that they have taken a permanent space in your heart!"

You blink at him, mouth opening and closing as if you can't believe what you hear. Yuuji doesn't understand why you look at him that way, but it's cute, and you look so pretty in his boxing club shirt with that adorable confused expression on your face. 

One of your hands reaches out to cup Yuuji's cheek, and you look at him intently while shaking your head:

"No, Yuu, that doesn't apply to us. You are the song I loved from the first moment I listened to it! The song that became my instant fave. The one that I know by heart and that's still stuck in my brain after years. The one song I always want to listen to when I need comfort. The one song that always makes me happy. The one song I never grow tired of and still sing along to every time it comes on. The number one song on my list! That's what you always were and always will be. You are my all-time favorite song."

Yuuji's eyes widen. Now he is the one who stares at you in confusion, heart racing in his chest and tears gathering in his eyes. So that's how you saw him? He never was just a friend? How is that possible?

"But...but...what!? That's how you felt about me all this time?"

"Yes! Since day one kind of...I spent an hour with you, and I was already in so deep. You were so kind and sweet and so hot. I already had such a big crush on you after that first meeting."

"What? But what about those other people you flirted with? And what about Naoya?"

"Yuuji, I thought I didn't have a chance with you! You are so... so perfect. Everybody wants you. You are like the sun, so bright and warm and beautiful, drawing everyone in. I was happy and grateful to be your best friend and never wanted to risk losing you by telling you that I wanted more. So I tried to be with other people instead. If I had known I had a chance with you, I would have never dated Naoya. Or anyone else. It would have only been you for me."

Your voice is tender, and your eyes are shining with tears while you smile happily at Yuuji, fingers caressing his cheek lovingly. And Yuuji blinks at you, totally caught off guard as his mind tries to catch up with what you are confessing to him.

"Whoaaa what?? But that's how I've been feeling about you for a long time too! I thought you didn't want me that way, and I was scared to lose you if I told you how I felt! You're telling me that... that we liked each other like that for months now? Why didn't we get together sooner?"

"Because we are both oblivious idiots, I guess?"

Your eyes sparkle in amusement, and Yuuji bursts out laughing at the exact same moment you do. Both of you are shaking from laughter, wiping away happy tears until Yuuji wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him to press another sweet kiss to your lips.

He can feel you smile into the kiss, making his heart leap with affection. When he pulls away, he still can't stop grinning broadly.

"I'm glad we stopped being oblivious now."

"Me too. So from now on, let's just be idiots together, minus the oblivious, ok?"

You look at him with a matching amused and lovestruck expression on your face as you lift one hand in the air waiting for his answer.

And Yuuji laughs loudly and claps his large hand against yours in a hearty high five before intertwining his fingers with yours, holding hands with you and leaning closer with a broad grin:

"Deal!"

- The end. -

Yayyy Yuuji got his movie-like happy end after all! I am so happy for our sweet boy! But also a bit sad that this series is over now. This College AU was so much fun to write, and I love that the Fall Out Boy theme let me be really cheesy! I laughed so much while working on this story! I hope it could give you good vibes too!

This AU is my personal rom-com. The whole time I saw the scenes playing out like a movie before my mind's eye. I guess it fits that Yuuji studies filmmaking! I'm glad he got his own cheesy rom-com ending!!

The smut scene wasn't planned, but then I suddenly found myself writing it, and you know what? I think it's what Yuuji baby deserves. He was such a good boy throughout this whole fic! He deserves some really good sex :)

Thank you so much to everyone who stayed until the end! Your comments made me so happy and encouraged me to keep writing this story even after putting it on a break for a while. Thank you so much for the love and support! It was such a fun journey to share this story with you!

This last chapter made me so emotional and happy, and I hope you can feel all the love I felt while writing the scenes with Yuuji and reader. What they have really is my perfect relationship! I love the thought of Yuuji being the sweetest and hottest combination of best friend and boyfriend. 

Please let me know what you think about the ending and the whole story! Comments and reblogs make me happy!

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Nerd gojo x nerd reader! Headcanons

Nerd!Gojo x Nerd!You Headcanons

Part 2 ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

♡ Gojo Satoru, the prodigy. The guy who solves complex math problems in his head like it’s a simple 2+2. If someone ask him how, he’ll just smirk and say, “Just run your mind faster.” As if that makes sense.

♡ Gojo, the last-minute genius. He does his assignments at the last possible second but still gets a perfect score. People have accused him of using black magic. He doesn’t deny it.

♡ Gojo, the overanalyzer. Someone calls him a know it all as a joke, and next thing they know, they’re stuck listening to a 30-minute breakdown of why intelligence is subjective and how human perception affects knowledge.

♡ Gojo, the human stopwatch. He calculates the exact time people take to do the most random things:

Shoko takes exactly 3.2 seconds to process a joke before laughing.

Suguru sniffs his food for 2.6 seconds before deciding if it’s poisoned.

His teacher blinks an average of 18 times per minute when lecturing.

♡ Gojo, the walking encyclopedia. He acts like he knows everything psychology, physics, chemistry, math. Whether he actually does or not is debatable, but he’ll never admit he’s wrong.

♡ Gojo, the fact machine. He drops random trivia constantly, just to flex. “Did you know honey never spoils?” “Gojo, no one cares.”

♡ Gojo, the exam escape artist. He drags Suguru out to do something totally unproductive before exams, but somehow still tops the class while Suguru barely passes. Suguru has stopped questioning it.

♡ Gojo, the romance skeptic. Laughs in the face of love at first sight, listing the exact probability of it happening.

♡ Gojo, the worst date ever. He once explained The Art of War on a date. The girl left before dessert. He still doesn’t know why.

♡ Gojo, the secret romance reader. He totally didn’t get caught reading a romance novel in the library. And he totally didn’t like it.

Then, there’s you.

♡ You, the transfer student. No expression. No reaction. The class went dead silent when you walked in, as if even breathing would be too loud. The teacher praised you, and you just nodded like it didn’t matter.

♡ You, Gojo’s accidental rival. Sitting next to him was a nightmare. He asked the most stupid questions, and you ignored all of them. He assumed you were just an edgy wannabe. That made him laugh.

♡ You, the real threat. When exam results came out, Gojo was shook. For the first time, he wasn’t the top scorer. You were. And your reaction? A shrug. No smile, no satisfaction. That’s when you became interesting.

♡ Gojo, the forced study partner. He forced the teacher to make you his partner. You weren’t amused.

“Why do I need to do practicals if I already know the answer?” you questioned

“To see if it’s true or not, dummy.” He grinned, waiting for your response.

“If it’s in the book, it’s already true.” He had never wanted to strangle someone and marry them at the same time before.

♡ Gojo, the doomed fool. No one ever entertained his nerdy ramblings, but you? You matched his energy. When you started debating him on his own topics, he knew he was done for.

♡ Gojo, the AI skeptic. He swears you talk like a robot.

“That’s not an effective method.”

“This is scientifically incorrect.”

“Are you a government experiment?”

♡ Gojo, the challenge seeker. He constantly challenged you to competitions. You refused every time. “Not interested in unnecessary drama.” That hurt his soul.

♡ Gojo, the frustrated observer. He needed to see a crack in your facade. Anything. He studied your every move, trying to prove you weren’t an AI.

♡ Gojo, the mimic. He caught you muttering the pi table to regain focus. He immediately adopted the technique.

♡ Gojo, the sore winner. If he scored higher than you, he wasn’t happy he was annoyed. What’s the point if you don’t even care?

♡ Gojo, the reluctant believer. He told you about his hobbies with way too much excitement. You told him about yours, but your blank expression made him question if you were lying.

♡ Gojo, the paranoid calculator. He tried analyzing your movements, but everything about you was too precise. It freaked him out.

♡ Gojo, the not-so-subtle spy. Since you lived next to Suguru, he used that as an excuse to observe you. Every time he saw you, you were either studying or staring out the window like a lifeless statue. You caught him multiple times. Instead of yelling, you just stared at him. It was terrifying.

♡ Gojo, the insecure nerd. He nervously brought up Dungeons & Dragons, expecting you to be clueless. Instead, you knew everything. He had never felt average before.

♡ Gojo, the desk menace. He constantly poked you during class, hoping for any reaction. You just stared at him, unblinking, until he became flustered and left.

♡ Gojo, the insane conversationalist. He told you the wildest theories, and you listened like it was just another casual conversation. It drove him insane.

It took me 4 days to think of a gojo nerd scenerio 😭

And you GUYS HAVE TO REQUEST DO IT

Part 2 will be here

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