The Songs You Grow To Like Never Stick At First (Chapter 2)

The songs you grow to like never stick at first (Chapter 2)

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, my attempt at humor, friends to lovers Word Count: 4.3 k Warnings: A lot of cheesiness, pining, unrequited love in the beginning. Yuuji has smutty fantasies, so it's 18+. All characters are of age. The story and my blog contain 18+ content, so minors don't interact.

Chapter 1: This is side one, flip me over. I know I'm not your favorite record. Chapter 2: The songs you grow to like never stick at first. So, I'm writing you a chorus, and here is your verse. Chapter 3: This conversation's still dead on arrival. And there's no way to talk to you. Chapter 4: A rivalry goes so deep between me and this loss of sleep over you Chapter 5: Hope this is the last time, 'cause I'd never say no to you

Chapter 2 The songs you grow to like never stick at first. So, I'm writing you a chorus, and here is your verse.

"Hey, Fushiguro? What dog-breed would I be?"

"What the fuck?"

Fushiguro gives Yuuji one of those looks that say he's convinced his friend has lost his mind. It's Monday morning, and they are sitting in their film analysis course once again, waiting for their notoriously late professor.

Before coming here, Yuuji had "breakfast with the girls," which means with you, Nobara and Maki, in the coffee shop down the street, and Nobara had let him flip through one of her magazines. Yuuji's gaze had landed on that test. Find out if he's a keeper, dog-breed edition. Is your favorite heartthrob a cuddly Golden Retriever or a protective German Shepard?. Before Yuuji could take the test, though, Nobara had yanked the magazine out of his hand and stuffed it into her backpack.

But it has been on Yuuji's mind since then. Maybe this way, he can find out if he has a chance with you one day.

"Just trying to find something out. So, what dog do I remind you of?"

"A Labrador."

The fact that Fushiguro didn't even have to stop and think about it catches Yuuji off guard. His brain is struggling with processing the information. He likes Labradors, and he thinks everyone does. They are pretty and the definition of a good boy. So that's good, right? Or maybe not? Is being a good boy something girls find attractive? Or is he just a simp because he's a nice boy?

"So um, do you think Labradors are considered hot?"

"What do you mean!? I don't find dogs hot."

Fushiguro is already looking like he's about to throw a fit again. But Yuuji needs answers! He looks at his friend with big pleading eyes.

"Just tell me why you think I'm a Labrador and if that is good or not. I need to know!"

Fushiguro's dark blue eyes meet his, and he keeps the gaze for a while, obviously contemplating whether it's even worth the bother. But then he sighs and elaborates:

"Labradors are friendly and loyal and get along with most people and animals. They are one of the most popular breeds, so take from that what you want. Maybe they are hot. This is about (name), isn't it?"

He looks resignedly at Yuuji, much too calm for the bomb he just dropped. Yuuji feels like someone pulled the rug out from under his feet. His mouth works before his mind, and he's quickly trying to deny it:

"Whoahhhh what? No! I don't know why you'd think that!"

His heart beats up to his throat, and his face feels too hot. What the fuck? How does Fushiguro know about his crush? Fushiguro rolls his eyes and gives him a look that says, "oh please." But at least he leans closer and lowers his voice to a whisper.

"It's ok, don't worry. I won't tell anyone. But I think you suck at hiding how you feel, so it's pretty obvious that you like her as more than a friend. Why don't you just tell her? Instead of asking me what type of dog breed you are, whatever that is supposed to tell you."

"It's about seeing whether she could find me hot! I saw something about that in a magazine." Yuuji mumbles, feeling somewhat embarrassed now. "I can't tell her! What if I fuck up our friendship? And I'm pretty sure she doesn't like me that way."

Fushiguro is tapping the pen he's holding onto the paper in front of him, his blue eyes fixed on a spot on the ceiling, apparently thinking hard.

"Hmm, ok, that's a risk, yeah. You should test the waters first. Try to flirt with her, see how she reacts."

"And what should I say?"

"Don't ask me. I don't flirt with people."

"Yeah, right... oh, I could ask Todo!"

"Please don't. Hey, why don't you ask Inumaki?"

"Bro... He's literally not talking." "Geez, Itadori! He can text, though? And I heard he's a big flirt over text. So maybe he can point you in the right direction." "Oh my god, that's brilliant! Thank you!" He claps Fushiguro's back so hard that his friend loses hold of his pen and sends it flying several rows of seats forwards, hitting one of their classmates on the back of the head. He exclaims angrily and turns around in his chair to glare at them. "Oh wow, just great." Fushiguro ducks his head, while Yuuji laughs and holds up a hand in apology. He feels so much better now! Sharing the secret with someone took some weight off his shoulders. And if Fushiguro is right and Inumaki can give him some useful tips, Yuuji is one step closer to winning your heart!

Approaching Inumaki about this matter would probably be the peak of embarrassment for many people, but Yuuji tells himself that he's doing this for a good cause. And why should he feel ashamed about wanting to learn how to flirt? Flirting is a normal thing, totally cool! He needs a pointer in the right direction, and if Inumaki is an expert, he will surely understand Yuuji's problem and be willing to help him by sharing his wisdom. At least Yuuji prides himself on the fact that he is a fast learner. So his chances seem to be pretty good. He's optimistic about his for the first time. So when he sees Inumaki coming out of his chemistry course, carrying a tray of small bottles which seem to hold different types of cough syrup, Yuuji pushes himself off the wall he has been leaning against and approaches the light-haired boy quickly. "Heyyy, Inumaki! I think Fushiguro told you I'd seek you out, right? So um, I heard you are a good flirt! I could use your help!" Saying it out loud sounds a bit weird now, but Yuuji just smiles sheepishly and scratches his neck, hoping he doesn't make a complete fool out of himself. To his relief Inumaki just laughs good-naturedly and indicates with his chin that Yuuji should follow him. Several hours later, Yuuji is prepared to turn almost every conversation into a flirt. Inumaki was amused by Yuuji's inquiry, but he agreed to help and provided him with pickup lines for every situation. He warned Yuuji, though, to not overdo it. Just a little fun, flirty message here and there. It sounds easy enough. Now Yuuji just has to wait for the right moment. His chance comes a few hours later. He's currently lying on his stomach on his bed and doing coursework when his phone buzzes with a new message. His heart jumps to his throat when he sees that it's from you. It turns out to be a cat meme, and Yuuji laughs and sends some emojis. And then, before his courage leaves him again, he quickly types the first pickup line he ever used: "Hey, do you know which vegetable you'd be?" "Which one?" "A cute-cumber!!" "Lmaoooo I like that one!" Yuuji stares at his phone for a whole minute, fingers hovering over the screen. He doesn't know what to do. Inumaki said that he usually receives a flirty text back at this point. But this isn't flirty. This is nothing. How the fuck is he supposed to reply? Send another pickup line? No, that would be too much, right? He just sends a laughing emoji back before throwing his phone frustratedly onto his bed. He groans loudly and can't help but punch his pillow before burying his face in his hands. This was so fucking embarrassing, even for his standards! He gets pulled out of his misery by another sound coming from his phone. It's a new message from you. A picture of a cucumber with a face and long lashes, wearing a pretty dress. "Is that how I look to you? I am flattered!" A relieved chuckle escapes Yuuji's lips. "The hottest cucumber I know!" Since the flirty-text experiment wasn't a total disaster, Yuuji decides to keep on sending you pickup lines occasionally. During the following days he sends you gems like: "We're not socks, but I think we'd make a great pair." "We already are! We're the fluffiest Christmas sock pair ever, bestie!" Friendzoned once again. "If you were a burger at McDonald's, you'd be the McGorgeous." "Now I crave McDonald's!! Wanna go with me?" Well, at least you'll meet up to grab some burgers together, so it isn't a complete failure!

Fushiguro doesn't share Yuuji's optimism. He asks for an update about the "Itadori learns how to flirt situation," so Yuuji shows him the chat, feeling pretty proud. But the way his friend is cursing under his breath doesn't bode well. Yuuji looks at him cautiously, the smile fading from his features. "Is it that bad?" "What the fuck is this?? Are you serious, man?" "What!!?? YOU said I should ask Inumaki for help!! Fushiguro locks Yuuji's phone and sighs exasperatedly. The way he's running his free hand through his hair, making the unruly black strands stick up even more, is unsettling. "I wasn't aware that this is what he does. I apologize, Itadori. That's just... That's so tacky. So disgustingly cheesy. You cannot do that! I am so embarrassed right now, and it wasn't even me who sent those texts! I mean, not that I would be caught dead sending something like that." Yuuji glares at him, annoyed, "You're a pretty big drama queen for someone who would never send a cute pickup line! Give me the phone!" He yanks his phone out of Fushiguro's hand and slams it onto the table behind them, where Junpei is sitting looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "Junpei! Tell me what you think! Would you fall in love with me if I sent you something like that?" His friend with the emo haircut blushes a deep red for a reason Yuuji can't pinpoint and stutters, "Uh...I... it's...I think it's cute, Yuuji. I would...I would like it." Yuuji pumps a fist into the air victoriously, turning to smirk at Fushiguro with a cheeky glint in his eyes, "See? Not everyone is as stuck-up as you. To seduce you, I would have to send you a whole dissertation about the effects of fiction on historical events or some shit like that. Do I make you horny when I talk like that??" "Shut up!" They have to postpone their discussion because professor Gojo just sweeps into the classroom twenty minutes late, carrying an iced latte and a bag filled with donuts. After class, Yuuji is about to storm off, but Fushiguro stops him with a hand twisting in Yuuji's hoodie and pulling him back. Yuuji's ready to actually fight him if he hears one more snide remark about his pickup lines, but when he turns to look at Fushiguro, he finds that the look on Fushiguro's face is full of genuine concern, and his voice is back to its usual calm tone. "I'll help you, ok? I can't just stand by and watch you mess things up." "Oh! Ok, thanks. So what are your tips?" "Look, why don't you just make the classic move and ask her on a date?" "But how?? I can't just do that!" "Be subtle about it! You are a film major! So ask her to watch a movie with you in the cinema. It's for your course and you don't want to go alone! You don't have to mention the word date. But once you are there, it can turn into a date. Watching a movie is romantic. The dimmed lights, a shared bowl of popcorn in which your fingers brush against each other, some scary scenes that make her hide her face against your shoulder... it's perfect." Yuuji nods eagerly. That's indeed good advice. Sure, he could have come up with that by himself. And it's not like the two of you haven't been to the movie theater together before. But it has never been while Yuuji was in love with you. "Thanks, Fushiguro! And sorry for calling you stuck-up." "It's fine. I'm rather stuck-up than a cheesy idiot like you." But he's smiling while saying it, and the way he rubs Yuuji's arm lets him know that there's no malice behind it. Yuuji chuckles and throws an arm around his friend, dragging him along to their next class.

"Hey...um, I was thinking. Do you want to go see a movie with me this Friday, maybe?" God, he has never been so nervous about asking you something before! Yuuji is fiddling with the napkin he's holding, crumbling it between his fingers and tearing it apart. Luckily it's hidden beneath the table, so you don't see the anxious state he is in. The two of you are sitting in your usual booth in the coffee shop, drinking coffee and eating cake. And Yuuji finally worked up the nerve to ask you on a date, which isn't really a date but could turn into one if Fushiguro's plan works. Your face lights up, sending the butterflies flying in Yuuji's stomach once again. "Yes, that's a good idea!" Oh god! It's happening!! He'll go to the movies with you and hold your hand and tell you he likes you and you'll cup his face and kiss him and ask him to be your boyfriend!! "I'll ask Maki to come too. She just told me yesterday that she hasn't been to the movie theater for ages. And hey, we could also ask Megumi and Nobara!" What? Wait, no!! That's not how this is supposed to go! You smile at Yuuji happily, as if this is the best idea ever, oblivious to the fact that his heart is breaking a little bit more at your words. He bites his lip and fixes you with an unsure look. He should just keep quiet, but his emotions are taking over, and so he blurts out: "I kinda thought only the two of us could go." Oh fuck, fuck fuck!! Now it really sounds like he's asking you on a date, right? He feels dread pooling in his stomach. The napkin is in shreds now. You lift your head from your phone screen where you are about to text Maki and look at him, surprised and a bit worried. "Oh, why? Is something wrong? Did you get into a fight with one of them?" It's almost funny how oblivious you are. Funny or sad because apparently, you can't even picture the slightest bit that the two of you could go on a date together. Yuuji feels like shit. He's really that idiot, huh? The side character in a movie that everyone feels bad for because you know he will never get the person he likes. He's just there for the comic relief. A dumbass who everyone rolls their eyes at, and it's clear that his crush is so far out of his league that it will never work. Yuuji's courage from a moment ago vanishes completely. He has to avert his gaze from you because he's sure you would be able to see the hurt on his face. And so he looks down onto his empty plate and mumbles with a thick voice, "No, everything's ok. Why don't you ask all of them? The more, the merrier, right?" He looks up again and offers you a smile, hoping it is bright enough to hide his pain.

"What am I doing on your date?"

"I have no clue, Fushiguro. Guess your plan didn't work." Fushiguro is sitting to Yuuji's left in the dimly lit movie theater, offering him a tray of nachos and a pitiful glance. There's some commotion at the door, and the boys turn to see you, Maki and Nobara making your way towards them. All three of you are smiling brightly and laughing, almost tumbling down the stairs because you have your hands full of snacks. Yuuji can't stop a lovesick expression from spreading over his face. You look so beautiful, so happy to be here with all your closest friends. There's a big smile on your face, your eyes are glittering in the faint light of the LED strips that are illuminating the stairs. And Yuuji can hear your carefree laughter even from here. He can't take his eyes off you. He can't even be disappointed that this turned into an evening among friends instead of a date because, honestly, he can't regret something that makes you look so happy. You were right. It's really been a while since all of you went out together like this, and it feels nice.

But, deep down, he still catches himself thinking that it would be even nicer if you were here all together but with the difference that Yuuji would be your boyfriend. The thought alone is enough to make his heart beat faster. You plop down onto the seat next to Yuuji, greeting him with a quick hug and a kiss to the cheek before leaning over his lap to hug Fushiguro too. Yuuji inhales sharply. The movement makes you press your boobs against his arm, and he thinks he's going to lose it any second now. Because yes, this is what he wants! He wants you practically in his lap, the flowery smell of your perfume in his nose, the warmth of your body pressing against him, soft curves, and sweet lips. He wants to put his arms around you and keep you in place right there, so close to him that he could kiss you.

He wants to see the lights of the movie screen flicker over your pretty face as you look into his eyes with the same heart-eyes he gives you. He wants to cup your chin and kiss you, slow and sweet, showing you how much he appreciates you with every press of his lips, every flick of his tongue.

Or what if he was sitting in the last row with you? Slipping a hand into your trousers and playing with you while he kisses you deeply, muffling your moans with his mouth while he makes you fall apart on his thick fingers. Hell, he would even get on his knees between your legs and eat you out right there in the movie theater because you are a thousand times sweeter than any popcorn or chocolate.

He wants to feel your hands in his hair, tugging on it as you find completion and ride it out on his tongue, biting your own lips to keep quiet so the two of you won't get caught. Then, he wants to kiss you afterwards with your sweet taste still on his tongue. He's grateful for the darkness of the movie theater and the popcorn bucket in his lap, which both help conceal the growing hardness in his pants. He really has to stop being horny on main all the time. Maybe he should try jacking off before he sees you so his dick doesn't betray him all the time. Or find a way to suppress those dirty thoughts. But he knows he won't be able to stop. He wants those fantasies!

He wants whispered love confessions, sweet nothings, tender touches, and heated kisses while a stupid action movie plays in the background. He wants all the sweet, and sexy, and romantic things for the two of you.

But the only romance Yuuji gets tonight is the one happening on the movie screen where the main character ends up kissing the girl he used to clash with at first. Yeah, that figures! Of course it has to be enemies to lovers. Why can't it be friends to lovers? That would give Yuuji a bit of hope at least that maybe one day you will wake up and look at him and realize that he has become your favorite song. But then something happens that makes Yuuji almost jump. Your head lands on his shoulder, and for a moment, Yuuji doesn't know what's going on. Did he manifest it? Are you cuddling with him? Is this the friends-to-lovers-moment he wishes for? Can it be true? Was Fushiguro right about the romantic lure a night at the movies brings?

He doesn't even dare to breathe, so scared that he'll destroy the moment. The reassuring weight of your head is still there. Finally, he dares to turn his face towards you. Only to realize that you have fallen asleep, and that's the reason why your head lolled onto his shoulder. The pang of disappointment is so severe that it almost feels like he got punched into the guts for real. This is cruel. But while he's internally crying in frustration, Yuuji doesn't move away. Instead, he lets you sleep on his shoulder through the rest of the movie, lets you drool onto his hoodie, and hopes you feel comfortable on his shoulder. It feels so nice to have you this close! Your weight is so perfect against him, your warmth, the intoxicating mix of your perfume and hairspray and laundry detergent, and the underlying scent that is just you. Yuuji can't get enough. He gets butterflies just from something as simple as you resting your head against him. He is fucked. He is so fucked! He has it so bad for you, and it won't go away. The ending credits begin to roll, and you are still snuggled up against Yuuji, snoring softly. He doesn't want it to end. He wants to just stay here in the dark movie theater for the rest of the night as long as you keep leaning onto him like that.

He wants to dream a little. Pretend that you are really on a date, and you're snuggling against him on purpose. He wants to have this all night long. Even if it's not real. He will take anything at this point. Every little crumb. But not even this is granted to him because, at that moment, you jolt up, looking around in confusion. Yuuji can't help but snicker softly. "Hey, sleeping beauty. You officially missed the ending!" You turn to look at him with a sleepy expression, and it's the cutest thing ever. God, he wants you to wake up next to him every morning! With that drowsy look on your face, your hair ruffled from where you were cuddling against Yuuji. He wants to greet you with soft good morning kisses, roll on top of you and let you feel how much he wants you even right after waking up. He wants lazy mornings in bed, cuddling and kissing you, bringing you breakfast to bed, and having you for dessert. These thoughts have to stop! He feels bad, biting his lip because what is he even doing here? Fantasizing about you while you sit right next to him and are so confused because you just got yanked out of your nap. He's such an asshole! But at least his anger against himself makes him feel so turned off that his dick doesn't cause problems this time. A little blessing, at least. The others also realize what happened. That you slept through the last 30 minutes of the movie, and loud laughter erupts from Nobara. Everyone is getting to their feet to leave, but you are still slumped in your seat, looking groggily up at Yuuji. He feels a hand on his arm and looks over his shoulder at Fushiguro, who leans closer to murmur in his ear: "Don't just sit there, idiot. Help her up." He's right, of course! Yuuji wraps a big hand around your smaller wrist and pulls you up without any more hesitation. "Come on, lazy ass. We have to go before they kick us out." "I don't want to... I'm so tired!" You whine and look at him with the same puppy eyes he sometimes uses himself. Yuuji doesn't even think about it. He just acts on instinct and sweeps you up into his arms, making you yelp in surprise, followed by a loud laugh as he carries you bridal-style out of the movie theater accompanied by the laughter of his friends and several strangers who watch the scene. This seems to have woken you up because you're kicking your legs and squealing loudly: "Yuujiiii!! Put me down!" "So you'll hold everyone up again? I think not, princess!" "You can't carry me all the way home!" "Of course I can! Watch me!" He grins down at you, heart doing somersaults in his chest as he tightens his arms around your body, holding you securely against his chest. Of course, he will carry you home like that! He will punch himself if he let go of you now! You feel too perfect in his arms. This is how things should be all the time. He knows he's a hopeless romantic, but the pose makes him imagine a beautiful spring day in the future where he's carrying you like this too, but he's wearing a nice suit, and you're in a wedding dress, laughing happily as he carries you over the threshold. Damn! He's pulled out of his stupid fantasy when your arms wrap around his neck, holding onto him, and your loud laughter is even closer to his ear now. You sound amused. "You're such an idiot!" "Yeah, but I'm your favorite idiot." He knows he's cheesy, and Fushiguro is probably rolling his eyes behind him. But if this was a rom-com, you would cup his cheek now and look deeply into his eyes, realizing that Yuuji is the one for you. And some soft piano music would start playing as you both lean closer in slow motion. A pale pink filter would be added to the scene as your lips meet slowly. "Yes, you are. I'm so glad to have an idiot friend like you!" And just like that, Yuuji's sappy rom-com fantasy dissolves. No soft piano music, no pastel pink hearts, no kiss, no happy end. He's your friend. Yeah, that's all. Of course. Yuuji hopes that the disappointment isn't visible on his face. He forces himself to grin even wider and laughs even louder as he carries you home.

His princess, who isn't really his.

This was chapter 2 of my entry for the Fall Out Boy collab. I hope you enjoyed it! I would be super happy about comments and reblogs! Let me know how you liked it. And a big thank you to everyone who commented on the first chapter! I was thrilled to see that you like Yuuji and his struggles! Also a little fun fact: I really did the dog breed test for Yuuji, already assuming he'd be a Labrador, and it really gave me that test result, lol. I call this serious research!

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katsukijo

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𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ♡ ／ BARBIE DOLL

summary. how your boyfriend feels about you, his barbie doll girlfriend

though he doesn’t outwardly say it, you boyfriend adores how much of a doll you are.

your perfect pedicures with your expensive acrylic nails that he always pays for, your picture perfect makeup that he can’t help but always stare at and all your girly habits that always bring a small smile to his face when he sees just how much you enjoy it.

he’s always calling you a barbie doll because of your appearance, it’s sorta become a nickname for you now.

he loves picking out the pink girly designs of your nails, always hinting at you to get his initial on them as he hands you however much money you need to pay for them. he especially loves the way they look wrapped around his—

what he really loves is when you give him little hauls and fashion shows of the new clothes you bought (with his card). the different tones of pink and white, the cute and sexy lace trimmings. you just look so good in everything, and he seems to have a hard time keeping his hands off you.

and don’t even get him started on the pretty lingerie you buy. the way it hugs your body, showing off you pretty skin that he can’t keep his eyes off. he definitely gets told off a few times for his wandering eyes but he can’t help himself! you’re just so pretty! and he’ll show you that by having you in for a very long, tiresome night.

he even remembers the first time he came into your room. the pink bedding and huge display of plushies on your bed that threw him off a little. like, would they be watching the two of you have sex?

he was super mesmerised by all your little trinkets dotted around your room, having to keep his hands to himself. though, he did feel super out of place as he sat on your pink bed, moving over a hello kitty plushie so he had some room.

but after a while he got used to it, even feeding into your habit by buying you even more stuffed animals and paying for your ridiculously overpriced makeup and clothing. he kinda likes the fact he can dress you up like his own little doll.

what he did notice though was the bratty attitude you started to get. the eye rolls and heavy sighs that escaped your glossy lips, the snarky comments you made in front of his friends. it was starting to get a little too much.

but don’t worry! he knows just the thing that’ll get you to drop that attitude of yours and have you resort back into your sweet, girly self that he knows and loves!!

. . . ♡ ⸝⸝

blue lock ! yoichi isagi , meguru bachira , seishiro nagi , oliver aiku, sae itoshi

jujutsu kaisen ! satoru gojo , toji fushiguro , ryomen sukuna

my hero academia ! katsuki bakugo , hawks | keigo takami , dabi | touya todoroki

demon slayer ! tengen uzui , sanemi shinazugawa , kyojuro rengoku

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katsukijo

4 weeks ago

you and katsuki weren’t dating or anything, but it didn’t seem like the two of you were just friends either. maybe a secret third thing?

now that you think about it, you and katsuki were unusually close. but you’ve always just thought it was casual, right? just friendly things that friends do?

like, he’ll always find a way to touch you. if the two of you are walking through a crowded hallway at school, you’ll feel his hand resting on your back, just to keep you close as the crowd pushes through.

or sometimes, when the class goes on a field trip, he makes sure he gets to sit next to you.

you’ll immediately feel the warmth of his thigh pressing against yours as he plops down in the seat next to you, your shoulder brushing against each others.

“here,” katsuki says, shoving a protein bar into your hands. “i know ya’ didn’t eat anything yet, idiot.”

“thanks katsuki, how’d you know?” you ask him, opening it up.

he shrugs. “‘cause i pay attention. no big deal.”

you hummed in response as you gazed at the two of your legs still touching. katsuki didn’t seem to mind it at all. there was just something so domestic about it all. even when sometimes you’d lay your head on his shoulder, on purpose just to mess with him, it wouldn’t work because he always let you.

you and katsuki were laying on the couch in the common area together, and you suddenly decided to lean back on him, your back to his chest.

you expected for him to at least give you some attitude, since he never lets anyone touch him. you know he hates it. weirdly enough, he didn’t say anything. in fact, you felt him shift closer to you, getting comfortable.

“aw, you’re really not gonna push me away? thought you hated people touching you?”

he snaps, “whatever,” before draping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you even closer.

everyone knows bakugou doesn’t have many people he would consider his friend. maybe except one person.

kirishima had been noticing how different his best friend had been acting, and he just had to bring it up.

“leave me alone, shitty hair”

“dude, you spend almost all of your time with her!”

“your point?”

“you like her.”

katsuki scoffs, “shut the hell up.”

“just saying, man.” kirishima nudges him, “its funny”

katsuki glared at him. “what’s fucking funny?”

kirishima gave him a look. “the way you act like it isn’t a thing.”

“you’re fucking annoying.”

“maybe. but im right, huh?” he teases.

he doesn’t answer right away, instead, he hesitates and scoffs.

“that wasnt a no.” kirishima smiles at him.

“i said, leave me alone.” katsuki says before storming off.

the next day, it was rainy after school, and of course katsuki was waiting for you by the doors with an umbrella so the two of you could walk back to the dorms.

his face softens when he sees you, and he grabs your bag, tossing it over his shoulder like he always does, before opening the umbrella waiting for you to step under it.

“took ya’ long enough,” he says as you two begin walking in the rain. “thought i was gonna be here waitin’ all day”

“you waited for me?”

“duh. knew you wouldn’t have an umbrella.” he shifts closer to you naturally, “and i always walk you back to your dorm don’t i?”

“yeah, but, dunno, it’s just kinda sweet.” you say softly.

he scoffs, “like i was gonna leave your dumbass.”

you nod and feel your heart jump at his words. was this casual? the thought of this possibly being something more had been eating at you all week, and you just had to speak up.

“y’know, people think we’re dating.”

he looks down at you, then grumbles, “so what?”

“what, you dont care? you’re not gonna.. i dunno, deny it?” you ask, gazing at him.

he just kind of pauses and shrugs, and you swear you notice a slight blush on his cheeks. “let ‘em think whatever they want.”

you blinked in surprise. really? was that it? no argument? before you could make any sense of it, or say anything back, he just grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, the touch unexpected, but so so familiar.

you didn’t end up saying anything else, and neither did he. the two of you just continued walking, hand in hand.

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- completely inspired by this post!

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katsukijo

1 month ago

When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

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katsukijo

4 months ago

🫦🫦🫦

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katsukijo

1 month ago

Childhood best friend! Yuji who met you after he tried to do a cartwheel when he was six and fell flat on his face and you laughed at him.

Childhood best friend! Yuji who somehow thought that you were the coolest person ever just because you found everything funny.

Childhood best friend! Yuji who made you watch the dumbest movies ever basically every single day.

Childhood best friend! Yuji who didn’t understand how you lived right next to him and didn’t go to the same school as him.

Childhood best friend! Yuji who thought that your family was weird.

Childhood best friend! Yuji who didn’t expect you to vanish without a trace when high school started.

Childhood best friend! Yuji who started to think he was schizophrenic when he went to your house to check on you and your parents acted like you had never existed in the first place. (He asked his dad if he knew who you were just to be sure)

Childhood best friend! Yuji who was pissed off that you never texted him back.

Childhood best friend! Yuji who ate a finger and met some weird dude and was now a jujutsu sorcerer?

Childhood best friend! Yuji who got taken to some new school and saw you there wearing the uniform??

Childhood best friend! Yuji who was actively crashing out for weeks trying to figure out the math behind it.

Childhood best friend! Yuji who after several months still didn’t know how he had never noticed that you had cursed energy. But at least you were back!

Childhood best friend! Yuji who didn’t leave you alone for exactly 182 days. Megumi and Nobara were both getting annoyed.

Childhood best friend! Yuji who decided that you were hotter than Jennifer Lawrence when you protected him from a curse on a mission.

Childhood best friend! Yuji who asked Gojo for advice on how to impress you.

Childhood best friend! Yuji who asked Nanami for advice on how to impress you after Gojo gave him absolutely nothing useful.

Childhood best friend! Yuji who should have expected a workaholic to not know what to do about a fifteen year old girl??

Childhood best friend! Yuji who kissed you and ran away randomly one day. Nobara made fun of him. (She ended up being the only person to give him good advice)

Childhood best friend! Yuji who somehow got the girl despite his repeated fumbling.

@graciescott27

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katsukijo

3 months ago

SUGURU GETO FIC RECS // mdni!

overstimulation - @/lovelivision

perv geto - @/nanaslutt

perv geto pt2 - @/nanaslutt

perv geto catching you using the shower head - @/nanaslutt

perv geto takes you out on a date - @/nanaslutt

perv geto takes care of you while you’re sick - @/nanaslutt

rough sex with perv geto - @/nanaslutt

perv geto and panties - @/nanaslutt

using ur vibe on perv geto - @/nanaslutt

stuck in the dryer with perv geto - @/nanaslutt

ruin the friendship?! - @/lovelivision

up in the air - @/madamechrissy

the party and the after party - @/screampied

golden boy - @/tonycries

open wide! - @/classyrbf

someone better - @/muli-wam

professor geto - @/gojonanami

yoga instructor - @/sugoroo

phone call - @/kamitv

there’s someone in the woods! - @/classyrbf

period sex - @/nanaslutt

hypnotized - @/muli-wam

tryna fuck me im like okay! - @/screampied

#intro2munch101 - @/satorena

falling into familiar - @/lovesculprit

I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE FICS!! // CREDS TO THE WRITERS!! <3

can u tell i like perv geto?

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katsukijo

1 week ago

Katsuki is the type to always be tending to you while you’re mid-conversation. For example—

You were 5 months pregnant and had invited Mina, Jirou and Ochako over for a “girls night” and that’s what it was supposed to be but Katsuki was too busy micromanaging everything you did.

From the way you sat to what you ate he was there dictating it. Not in a possessive way he was just trying to look out for you.

“Remember in high school when I said I’d look so sexy pregnant.” You giggle motioning to your bump that slowly gets bigger everyday.

While you were talking Katsuki tapped your back motioning you to move forward so he could fluff the pillows behind your back, hoping to make you more comfortable.

“omg yes!” Mina said giggling; she wasn’t giggling at what you said but at the blonde who was physically unable to be away from you.

“So Bakugou- you’re like never not around her.” Jirou spoke up recognizing what everyone was thinking. “Shes my wife.” He said plainly, shocked she even had to make the observation. “As well as my baby mama.” He glared this time.

“you’re like.. a mom.” Ochako pointed out sipping her boba. “So what, someone has to look out for her might as well be her husband.” He scoffed, giving you your prenatal vitamins with a glass of water.

“I’ll be okay Kats, you can go do your own thing.” You pulled him down for a kiss before taking the vitamins that were handed to you.

He sighed giving a little huff before walking away to your shared room.

…He was back within 10 minutes claiming you weren’t drinking enough water. (It took him that whole time to come up with an excuse to come back and check in on you.)

(Ughhhh I wanna slurp him up so bad.)

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katsukijo

1 month ago

Evictions on Your Door | E is for Exhibitionism

⤷ Ft. Nakahara Chuuya

V. A. L. E. N. T. I. N. E.

Warnings | Fem!Reader, N.SFW, 18+ only, use of the names “Doll” and “Baby”, exhibitionism, fingering with/out gloves on, spanking, finger sucking, gagging, unprotected sex, creampie, plugging, not edited like at all ajdjsjdjsjjds WC: 2.4k

A/N | Ik I’ve said it a million times today but Happy Valentine’s Day. This one i had to cut short bc I went way over my self allotted limit 🤡 Hope you all thoroughly enjoy <3

You should have known better than to tease Chuuya before a three hour long meeting. Normally, you wouldn’t sit next to him in the meeting, being Verlaine’s representative. The absent man’s seat was always across the table from Chuuya while Kouyou’s was next to the ginger. Outside of executive meetings you and Chuuya rarely interact while working, especially after Akutagawa took the position of overseeing the Black Lizard instead of Hirotsu reporting directly to Chuuya.

You had brazenly tossed your panties at him in the privacy of his office earlier in the morning, a pair of royal blue silk and lace high-cut underwear. You’d caught him eyeing you in the rare pencil skirt, something you only wear on days you know for certain you won’t be going into the field. You know that Chuuya’s favorite feature of yours is your legs. So, you thought you would pay him a visit — tease him a little. You were not disappointed by his reaction.

But now you’re paying for it as you sit right next to Chuuya at this crowded meeting table with not only the executives but with their second in command and even third in command. Mori isn’t here, doing some sort of damage control within the Armed Detective Agency’s President and the government. It was up to the executives to lead this meeting to figure out how to rebuild Yokohama after the devastation that Ame-no-Gozen brought onto the city.

You’re almost two hours into the meeting and Chuuya’s gloved fingers are snuggly nestled in your drooling cunt. It started off as teasing of his own, leather gliding up and down the expanse of your inner thighs. You slapped his hand away a few times, trying desperately to pay attention to what Kouyou was saying but your self-control wilted at an alarming rate.

Chuuya easily hides the flexing of his arm underneath his coat that hangs over his shoulders. Every time he opens his mouth to add to the conversation your stomach twists is both excitement and fear. You try your best to keep your composure but Chuuya is relentless.

The ginger bullies his middle and ring finger into your cunt, stopping every time you even hint at fluttering around you.

You’re hunched over the table, the lower half of your face being concealed by your folded hands, hoping to god that you just appear to be really intrigued by whatever it is being discussed, when in reality you’re just crumbling under the touch of the man sitting beside you. Your concentration is fluctuating, you’re only getting bits and pieces of the solutions being shared and the opinions being bounced around. You’ve barely given any input yourself, which was a shame considering you had planned on contributing to this meeting at least once.

You can hear the faint sound of his fingers sliding in and out of you and you hope once again that Akutagawa, who is sitting on your other side, can’t hear it. The way his body is stiffer than normal, jaw so taught it looks painful, tells you otherwise. Your thighs involuntarily squeeze in desperation to quiet the noise and you have to work double time to suppress a gasp when Chuuya slots his leg between yours and pries your legs back open.

You’re close again, eyes burning with unshed tears you’re desperately trying to hold back. Everything is buzzing, your chest is heaving, your stomach is in knots and your head is vibrating. You can’t tell if it’s hot in this room or if the dampness you feel underneath you on the seat is your slick pooling in the chair.

You subtly move your index finger between your teeth to keep your mouth occupied with something so you don’t make any noise.

You’re going to get caught in a room full of the Port Mafia’s most important members getting finger fucked by a man who is not supposed to be touching you, per Verlaine’s personal request. Just as you’re about to let the taut cord in your lower abdomen snap, Chuuya removes his hand completely, causing you to shiver from the sudden loss of his warmth. You bite down on your finger harder, just barely catching the whimper clawing at your throat.

Chuuya loudly clears his throat and it catches everyone’s attention. “It’s been over three hours now, Kouyou. Don’t you think we should give everyone a break? Maybe we can revisit this tomorrow with less people, now that we’ve come up with a solid foundation of how we’re gonna fix this damn mess.”

Kuoyou stares at the other ginger for a moment before curtly nodding her head. “Fine, we’ll bring what we have to the Executives table tomorrow and finalize it with Mori.”

Chuuya slyly shoves his now ungloved hand in his pocket and rises to his feet, his head tilted as a way to point at you. “You can head out, she offered to help me clean up.”

Verlaine narrows his eyes at that statement, scrutinizing the two of you before letting it go and turning on his heel, probably going back to whatever hole he was allowed to crawl out of. You watch silently as everyone shuffles out in a hurry. You’re thankful for that, not wanting anyone to linger so you can finally compose yourself and actually clean up the mess Chuuya made.

Akutagawa lingers and you give him a puzzled expression but he’s not looking at you, his gaze set on the remaining executive. “You don’t have to stay, Chuuya-san. I can help clean up in your stead.”

Chuuya lets out an easy chuckle, completely unbothered by Akutagawa’s offer. “Nah, don’t worry about it and how many times do I gotta tell you? Drop the damn formalities, it’s just Chuuya. Now go, I’m sure Gin is waiting for you.”

At the mention of his sister, the Port Mafia’s Black-Fanged Hellhound no longer hesitates to round the table and walk out the double doors, pushing them to swing shut behind him. Despite the flimsy effort, the door doesn’t quite latch closed all the way, you can still see out into the now empty hallway from the slivered gap between the doors. This boardroom is in a far corner that people rarely visit. You know for a fact that no one will be coming by for at least an hour, maybe more, because this room was booked for five and a half hours.

Even so, when Chuuya bends you over the table and lifts your skirt up to bunch at your hips you let out a whine. “Chuuya- Wait…What if someone catches us?”

“Let them, not like they can do anything about it. Did you forget that I’m an executive?”

The gravity manipulator emphasizes his words by landing a harsh slap to your ass — immediately followed by him kneading and massaging the sore flesh. He repeats his actions on your other cheek and you finally let out a loud moan, losing all capability to hold them in any longer. Chuuya looms over you, leaning in and gingerly moving your hair to the side, his breath hot as it tickles the tip of your ear.

He grazes his teeth against the shell of your ear and you let out another noise, this one far more pathetic than the last as he simultaneously inserts his fingers back into your cunt. “That teach you to not tease me like that ever again, Doll? How’d it feel, huh? Knowing Akutagawa was aware of everything that was happening under this table? Could see how tight his pants were when he got up. Y’know, he has a little crush on you? It was cute how he tried to stop this from happening. Shoulda kept him here and let him watch as I fuck you dumb into this table.”

“Chuuya-” You let out a sharp gasp when his fingertips graze that sensitive spot, making your walls flutter around him already.

You spent hours pent up thanks to him and now that you were finally alone you pray he finally lets you cum. Luckily for you, your prayers are heard. Chuuya quickens his ministrations and brushes his index finger against your clit messily.

Your mouth falls open and a string of moans flow out as your walls tighten around Chuuya. The taut cord in your abdomen finally snaps and you’re seeing stars before your vision goes completely white. Your ears feel plugged, everything sounding like you're inside of a long tunnel. You feel something wet running down your chin and you distantly think it might be your own drool. You collapse onto the table, but you don’t get much time to think because you’re being yanked up by a pair of strong arms.

“We’re not done yet, you still got at least one more in you, yeah?” Chuuya litters kisses across your jawline and brings his hand up to your mouth. “Suck.”

You’re barely lucid enough to understand what he’s saying but you get the gist when he impatiently taps his fingers against your mouth. Pink and swollen lips warp around his middle and ring finger, then you peer back at him as you suck and twirl your tongue around the digits. You hum around his fingers in appreciation and the vibrations go straight to his dick that is now free from his pants and nestled between your thighs.

Chuuya removes his hands from your mouth when he’s sure you’ve cleaned all of your own juices off. When he takes his hand away he’s almost immediately bringing it back and stuffing something in your mouth you look down and your eyes widen — Your panties. He had kept them with him all day. Your eyes flutter at the thought and you can’t help but to press your ass into his hips.

The executive lets out a hum. “Since you’re so worried about getting caught. Can’t have anyone else hearing you now, can we, Baby?”

To keep you from removing the fabric from your mouth, he takes both your arms and holds them securely behind your back with one hand.

You moan but the noise gets lost in the fabric stuffed in your mouth. Chuuya smirks at your response and finally guides his cock to your entrance, bending you over the table again. When he sinks into your slick cunt, you both sigh out moans, his noises louder than yours since he can let them out freely. His hips stutter on their own and his free hand takes purchase on your hip so he can give himself a moment to ground his eager body.

“Shit, you’re s’fuckin’ warm and soft. God damn- Feel like ’m gonna cum already, the fuck are you doin’ to me, Doll?” The ginger’s head lolls back and he starts languidly thrusting in and out of you.

You whimper, trying to respond but resigned to simply look back at him with pleading eyes.

“Hah…Ok, ok. Don’t gimme that look, I got you.”

Chuuya’s pace picks up and it’s not long until his hips are slamming into you. The whole table rocks, loudly scraping against the marbled floors. You desperately try to keep yourself upright but one particularly harsh jostle has your core muscles loosening, giving out on you and you sink into the cold surface of the tabletop.

Muffled noises catch in your panties and Chuuya is letting out a string of curses. Your hips are twitching and thighs trembling from the oversensitivity and you’re embarrassingly close to cumming already. Though, from the way Chuuya’s hips are stuttering and losing their rhythm, you’d say he isn’t too far off either.

As if he can read your mind, Chuuya voices your suspicions. “Fuck, fuck, Doll. Gonna- shit- ‘m gonna cum, you close? Gonna cum with me, yeah? C’mon, Baby, cum with me.”

His hand sneaks around your hips and his fingers find your clit with ease. Just a few passes and pumps of his cock and your clamping down on him while wailing into the material stuffed into your mouth. Your vision goes white again, black creeping in at the edges, and your ears start to ring. You distantly hear Chuuya’s moans and his hips still as he spills into you, cumming just as hard as you.

You try to catch your breath and after a few moments your vision returns and the ringing turns into a slight buzzing. Still disoriented, your head becomes dizzy again when Chuuya flips you around so your back is now resting on the table. You don’t know how much time has passed nor do you remember where you even are at this very moment

All you know is Chuuya.

The man in question regains himself faster than you and removes the makeshift gag from your mouth. He carefully pulls his now softened cock out of your hole and quickly plugs you up with the very same panties that were in your mouth just seconds ago. The loss of him filling you up hits you and that’s when all your senses finally come flooding back and you return to the boardroom finally.

“What are you doing?” You croak out and you wince at the hoarseness of your voice.

The ginger doesn’t respond. Instead he leans back down to rest his head on your chest. A grunt leaves your throat at the sudden weight and the pressure he puts on your stomach makes it hard to keep anything from spilling out of you.

You can’t believe you still have to tidy up when all you want to do is get into bed with him and sleep. After the stunt he pulled, you should be furious with him, but he was right in his confidence earlier. There would have been no repercussions because Chuuya is invaluable to the Port Mafia.

That doesn’t stop you from feeling bitter.

“Chuuya-” You’re about to scold him, tell him to get off of you because he volunteered you both to clean up and all you’ve done so far is make a bigger mess, when he cuts you off.

“I know, I know. Just- Gimme a second, ok?” And how are you supposed to say no when he nudges his nose against your chin and rubs his fingers into your hips so soothingly?

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katsukijo

1 month ago

megumi fushiguro // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

once bitten, twice shy

lost and found

your type?

dark red

pick you up, keep you close

i really (x6) like you

bunny kisses

the flower and the bee

(divine) dog cuddles

off limits

cockblocked by the squad

lover boy.

staring problem

pomegranate problem

conveniently yours

better late than never

you're the only one that's holding me down

takes one to know one

it's fenty

whatever this is

the birthday boy

with you, my fears disappear

hands

diamonds on the skyline

just feel it

laser focus

all my ghosts

making the last sacrifice

see you around

ducky slippers

therefore, i am

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katsukijo

4 months ago

MILF

Satoru Gojo x reader, Megumi Fushiguro x reader(platonic),

Summary- “Fushiguro, you didn’t tell me your mom is a total milf.”

Warnings- Yuji being a teenage boy Megumi is a mommas boy

Wc- 900+

Ever since Yuji heard the man he would come to know as Satoru Gojo said the words to Fushiguro at the school.

“I got an earful from the higher-ups ‘cause the special grade cursed object’s still missing, then your mother found out and I got an earful from her.”

Then when he was tied up Gojo kept mentioning his wife and how she helped him suspend his execution for the time being.

Yuji was even more interested in this woman who was Fushiguros mom and Satoru Gojo’s wife. I mean that would mean Fushiguro is Gojo’s son but he looks nothing like Gojo(besides maybe the hairstyle) and he doesn’t call him Dad. Hmm, maybe he looked more like his mom?

He walked onto the school grounds with Satoru next to him. Sukuna made an appearance on his cheek then his hand. But as Satoru explained Sukuna, Yuji’s eyes landed on a woman at the top of the stairs. She was talking on the phone and staring at her nails. She wore dark expensive-looking sunglasses, a pair of jeans, sandals, and a tank top. He could also tell she was foreign.

“WIFEY!” Satoru yelled out beside him and ran towards the woman. The woman hung up her phone and opened her arms out for Satoru. He spun her around in the air and then smashed their lips together. He placed her on the ground and she pushed against his chest gently to pull away. “What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t going to be back for another day.”

She scoffed and crossed her arms and Yuji watched the sorcerer in front of her pout.

“My son got sent on a mission to retrieve the finger of Ryomen Sukuna and got badly hurt in the process. Of course, I had to come.”

So this is his mom. She looks nothing like him either but I gotta say, she is one hot piece-

“So this is Sukunas vessel?” They had turned their attention to him and Yuji was staring directly at Gojo’s wife.

“Before we start talking, Yuji, this is my wife Y/n L/n. She's a special-grade sorcerer just like me!”

Whatever that means, nobody’s explained this grading stuff to me yet

“Yuji Itadori. A pleasure to meet you.” She gave him a bow and he did the same back. “How do you feel?” Her face softened and she took two steps down to inspect him.

“Um fine, I guess, considering everything.”

“Good, good. And you can control Sukuna at will?”

“Mhmm.”

She’s so hot

“I'm flattered Itadori.” She says with amusement and the boy looks at her horrified.

“Huh!?” He blushed heavily and shook his head. “I'm so sorry! Wait, how did you know that!?”

“Oh yeah, Y/n’s technique is telepathy. So my girl can read your mind, control your mind, mess with your mind, and destroy it.” He said and kissed her cheek.

“Cool! Sorry about that though.” He scratched the back of his head and laughed awkwardly.

“It's okay, Itadori.” Yuji’s blush hadn’t gone away and just burnt harder. “Well I'm going to go check on Megumi, I’ll see you two later.” Both guys watched her go.

“Whoah,” Yuji says and Satoru nods.

“I know right.”

“Megumi?” You knocked on his door and received no answer. You opened the door and saw him curled up in deep sleep. You smiled softly and approached his bed. You leaned over him and kissed his cheek, making him twitch but he relaxed. You sat in the chair in the corner and brought your feet up.

Megumi slept for another solid 10 minutes before waking up. You set your phone down and smiled.

“Hey Gumi, how are you feeling?” You sat on the edge of his bed and rubbed his shoulder.

“Mom, what are you doing here?” He asks, sounding extremely tired.

“I had to come check on you.”

“Mmph.” He sat up and groaned.

“You should keep resting.”

“My head hurts.”

“All the more reason to.”

The loud voices of Yuji and Satoru cut you off. Megumi's face hardened and he threw the sheets off his body. He opened the door and at the same time, Yuji and Satoru walked out of Yuji's new room.

“You’re next door?”

“Hey, Fushiguro!” You slipped past Megumi and walked to stand by Satoru. “Wow. You look all better now!”

“There are lots of other rooms, you know?” Megumi says with a scowl.

“Don’t be like that Gumi’, this can be good for you.” You say trying to convince him but he crosses his arms. Yuji walked up to Megumi and leaned towards him.

“Fushiguro, you didn’t tell me your mom is a total milf.” Yuji whispers to him. Megumi's eyes widened and left eye twitched.

“Huh!? Wh-Why would you say something like that!” Megumi whacked Yuji on the back.

“Ow! I mean it's true, and that ass though. She could put Jennifer Lawernce to shame.”

“STOP IT!”

“Boys, everything okay?”

“Yes, Mrs. Gojo!” Itadori says with a bright smile. While Megumi looked like he was going to blow a fuse. You look at them in confusion but turn back to Satoru.

“That's my mom Itadori.”

“Hey, Mrs. Gojo. Are you a teacher here?” Yuji asks you and you shake your head.

“No, but I'll be sticking around.”

“Great!” Yuji thumbs up’s you.

“Hmph.” Megumi grunts and glares.

Sorry J Law but my type is Fushiguros mom now

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