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hopeless student!sukuna x gn!reader (hs/uni au)

hopeless student!sukuna who embarrassingly asks you to tutor him in science after school. his grades were abysmal, and his attitude already a problem. he’s been known to get into a lot of fights, almost always winning them all. unfortunately for him, you can’t beat up a teacher to give you good grades.

hopeless student!sukuna who agreed on getting tutored at the library- hopefully you two will be quiet enough for the librarian not to kick you both out.

hopeless student!sukuna who took one look at your notes and was amazed by how neat and tidy they were. his notes were…another story.

hopeless student!sukuna who had only a crumpled up notebook with a surprising dent in it that looked suspiciously like the right side of someone’s face. the contents only included scribbles, corners of pages being torn out, and 101 ways to kill the teacher that was teaching the class.

hopeless student!sukuna who’s work ethic is so pathetic that you weren’t even surprised looking at his grades after only 20 minutes of tutoring.

hopeless student!sukuna who actually paid attention- much to your surprise. he lingered on every word you said and took them into account.

hopeless student!sukuna who looked like he was paying too much attention, staring into your eyes, leaving you flustered and at a loss for words.

hopeless student!sukuna who groaned and complained about everything being too difficult- which you retorted that maybe he should’ve payed more attention in class. he gave you a glare that shut you up instantly.

hopeless student!sukuna who asked “this time tomorrow?” after you were done packing up your bags. you nodded and tried to discreetly get away as fast as possible.

hopeless student!sukuna who decided that this wasn’t so bad, getting lessons from someone as cute as you. he looked back on his notes and was set on remembering everything you told him.

hopeless student!sukuna who really, really tried his best to listen to the lesson the next day. but it wasn’t his fault that the guy in front of him was practically itching to be beat up. sneering at him, whispering god-knows-what to his friends. that day, he almost completely forgot he was supposed to be tutored by you after school.

hopeless student!sukuna who showed up at the library 15 minutes late, blood on his knuckles and a bruise on his arm. before you could stop yourself, you asked how it happened, even though you already knew what he got into.

hopeless student!sukuna who sees you scoff as he explains that he got into a fight with the guy in science class, so he doesn’t remember anything taught in that lesson, much less have notes written down.

hopeless student!sukuna who wants to jump on this chance and try again, attentively revising with you and actually learning something. his behaviour takes you by surprise, given all the rumors you heard about him and the classes you had with him. he was almost always disrupting the lessons and sometimes even got into arguments in the middle of them.

hopeless student!sukuna who felt like he owed you a good mark on an upcoming test, after two weeks of tutoring each day.

hopeless student!sukuna who actually studied on his own. maybe he wanted to surprise you by already knowing a material before you taught him it. or maybe he wanted to see your face light up whenever he got a question right. he wanted to see what type of reaction he’ll get from you when he gets something good on the test.

hopeless student!sukuna who would never admit to himself that he found a liking to his tutor. 

hopeless student!sukuna who took deep breaths to settle his nerves before entering his class. is this what people regularly felt before taking a test? he never used to care for them, treating them like another unfinished worksheet. his heartbeat rose, and his hands started fidgeting on his own. this wasn’t like the steadfast calm he would feel before a fight. he was more nervous than that.

hopeless student!sukuna who was surprised on how easy the questions came to him, and how fast he was finished after. 

hopeless student!sukuna who walked out feeling accomplished. he couldn’t wait to get his mark back to show it to you. 

hopeless student!sukuna who got a fairly good mark, a 75. you noticed this gradual change in his marks, giving him some well deserved praise. his face turned the slightest bit redder and he looked away almost instantly, which made you confused. but he mutters a thank you before rushing away. who knew the king of the school was shy under praise?

hopeless student!sukuna who wanted more compliments from you, starting studying harder and harder. his marks grew and grew, and so did his affection for you.

hopeless student!sukuna whose tutor was genuinely proud of their tutee, and maybe even started to catch feelings for them? no way. well, it wasn’t their fault that he had to look that good?

hopeless student!sukuna who finally confesses- right after his final exam. was it heartfelt? no, not exactly. but it was more endearing than a heartfelt confession coming from someone of his nature. you blushed and returned his feelings. something that he never thought would happen.

hopeful student!sukuna who now has a tutor partner keeping him out of trouble and keeping his grades up, turning him into a better person. he learned to be more polite, and he learned how to work harder instead of fighting his way to the top. his professors thought that they would see a meteor hit the world before sukuna stopped fighting.

hopeful student!sukuna who actually didn’t stop fighting, but only fighting the people who deserved it. but now, it wasn’t for petty reasons or whatnot. now it was mosty for looking at his sweetheart the wrong way. he would never forgive them.

hopeful student!sukuna who actually kept up the good grades for the rest of his academic career, and it was all thanks to his wonderful tutor.

hopeful student!sukuna who kissed you right after graduating. the person who helped him out of a slump of an academic profile, the person who treated him with patience and understanding, the person who celebrated his achievements instead of dismissing them and saying “do it like this again.” the person whom he appreciated the most, the person who he loved so deeply, and the person who loved him back.

a/n

sorry for not posting in a long time :(

wrote this while procrastinating my science hmwk whoo hoo!

neglecting my math rn to do this

how many fics of this exact prompt have been made?

wow i'm so original please high five me!

dear god please do not make it seem like i copied anyone

i viciously hate sukuna but i spun a wheel to see who would i write and i got sukuna........

me when the hateable villain is made to be hated and i hate the hateable villain who is made to be hated

there might be some sort of backstory but i don't care !! boo

the only redeemable quality he had was uraume in the epilogue thats IT

"i can fix him" good job girl you did it!

sorry that was mean

sorry

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summary: you loved him too late, he was cursed too early.

contents: jjk as angst tropes series: yuuji, f!reader x yuuji, reader dies, lowkey violence (blood, fighting, swords n stuff), angst (obvi), hurt/no comfort

word count: ≈1.2k

note: l/n = last name (I try not to use these but my gosh why is it hard)

You, Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara were all sent out to a mission as first years. An abandoned building was rumoured to have multiple cursed spirits in it, so you four were assigned to exorcise them.

With Yuuji being your best friend it didn’t take long for you guys to start goofing around, much to Megumi’s annoyance. You guys were playing with the debris and remains of the abandoned building and taking things stupidly lightly for a dangerous mission.

You’d pull jokes in serious situations, always end up annoying either Fushiguro or Kugisaki (mostly Fushiguro), had an endless amount of inside jokes, and probably shared only half a brain cell together. The most frustrating thing was how you two were oblivious to the mutual feelings and pining towards each other.

And today was no different.

“Guys, take this seriously, please?” Megumi groaned.

“Chill out, Fushiguro!” Yuuji laughed, jokingly holding out his fists to you.

“Yeah! You’re way too serious,” You agreed, gripping onto your sword playing along with Yuuji’s fight.

Megumi opened his mouth–before he and Nobara felt the ground disappear.

“Behind yo–,” Megumi wanted to scream, but the warning was cut short.

Yuuji turned behind before you, and the both of you could suddenly feel the tension that filled the moonlit room, the sound of the curse menacing as it blocked the outside world.

The curse was a monstrous mess–writhing limbs and gouged out eyes, skin coloured with an unpleasant color of green and orange as it stared at you two.

Yuuji struck first, throwing a punch that sent the curse crashing to the wall. You gripped onto your sword even tighter, heart pounding. Before you could turn around, Yuuji flew to the opposite wall, and the air thickened.

“It has one of Sukuna’s fingers!” He yelled, his back hitting the wall harshly.

“Itadori!” You surged through, sliding your sword through the curse and cutting one of the arms off.

“I’m fine!” Yuuji coughed, tried his best to prop himself up, before the curse lunged towards him and choked him, holding him down.

You gasped, running to the curse. Yuuji slowly lost his breath as he watched the curse laugh at him menacingly.

“Why’d you protect the girl, huh? She must be important to you," the curse laughed menacingly.

Your blood ran cold.

“It can talk?!” You yelled, slicing through the arm that was choking him.

Yuuji fell to his knees, blood dripping down the sides of his mouth. 

“What if I touched her, hm?” The curse chuckled.

Yuuji’s eyes widened, and he used up all the strength in his arms to force the curse away, his voice raw and full of fury. “Don’t you dare!”

Yuuji stepped up quickly, catching his breath. He swiftly ran as he poured all his cursed energy into his fists. 

You locked eyes with him for a brief second, and that was all you needed.

“L/N!” Yuuji yelled.

“I know!” You yelled back.

In one synchronized motion, you guys struck the curse and poured every amount of cursed energy you could into your final blows.

It froze, and Yuuji’s fist faltered while your sword was stuck in the curse.

“Did… did we do it?” Yuuji asked, slightly panting.

The curse stilled. Then–

“I think so–,” Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt your chest rip out. Your sword slipped from your fingers.

“L/N!” He screamed—the voice tore from his throat as rage filled him when he saw the curse laughing at him.

The curse wanted to hurt Yuuji, but in a way that would scar him forever—and it was by hurting you.

“No!” He yelled, desperately as he wanted to punch the curse, too late as it quickly disappeared and revealed one of Sukuna’s fingers that Yuuji couldn’t care less for. He quickly caught you before you fell to the ground, your eyes hazy.

“L/N! L/N!” He caught you and shook you gently, removing his shirt to wrap it around your chest and stop the bleeding.

“I-Itadori…” you asked weakly, before coughing up blood. 

“L/N! I’ll call Ieiri-san—stay with me!” He clumsily got his phone out with one hand, tears starting to roll down his cheeks. He kept one hand on you, feeling the warmth fade.

“I-Itadori…” you called again. Tasting the metal on your tongue and feeling the pain in your chest, you knew that your time had come.

It was hard to accept, but you were bleeding out to your death, so painfully–but what hurt more was the way Yuuji was trembling.

“No, it’ll be okay! Stay awake!” he continued yelling, trying his best to stop the bleeding.

“Yuuji,” you tried to say firmly, using his first name.

Yuuji’s eyes widened as he faltered slightly, looking at your face and placing you in his lap.

“Y-yes, Y/N?” He asked, his voice shaking and cracking.

Using the last of your energy to wipe the tears on his face, it was replaced with a smudge of your blood before you spoke weakly.

“It’s okay,” you tried your best to smile. “You got this.”

He gasped, he didn’t want to got this—he wanted you!

“No! Y/N, I’m not doing this without you! I can’t just—,”

“Yuuji,” you called again.

He stayed silent, holding your hand.

“Y-yes…?”

“I’ve had fun…” you started. “With you, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, and everyone else…” 

Yuuji didn’t like where this was going—he held onto your hand as if letting go would kill you, or rather, kill him.

“Yuuji… thank you for showing me life,” you continued.

“Let me continue showing you life, Y/N, please,” he begged and begged with a hoarse voice. Tears were starting to blur his vision but he didn’t dare to close his eyes. Not while you were slowly disappearing.

“You’ve… shown me enough life… and I couldn’t be more grateful,” you caressed his cheek, the blood on it fresh as it swirled under your thumb. “I…I love you, Yuuji.”

He gasped. You loved him? And he only knew now? No—no, this couldn’t be happening. But as he saw your eyes slowly lose life, the blood that bled through the clothes, he knew you were about to bite the dust.

“I—I love you too, Y/N…” he whispered shakily.

You laughed, painfully. “I can die happily now…” you whispered, before your arm went limp and fell onto his lap.

“Y/N?” 

Silence.

He gasped. “No. No, no, no, no—Y/N! Y/N!” He called, his eyes introducing a new wave of tears.

“Y/N! Y/N!” He begged, shaking your shoulders as if to shake some life back into you as his tears mixed with the blood on your lifeless chest.

“Y/N!” He screamed, his voice tore from his throat, raw and hoarse.

“No!” He punched the ground. “No!” He repeated, again and again that the screams almost sounded inhumane as he felt his heart’s despair.

“Itadori!” He heard a familiar boy’s voice, but didn’t dare to look back as he held your corpse closely.

“Y/N… she’s…” he could barely get above a whisper, hugging your corpse to his chest.

His two friends behind him were stunned by the sight of you—half lidded eyes, slightly opened mouth, and a bleeding chest.

Yuuji could hear quiet sniffles from behind him as he closed his eyes, sobbing loudly. He felt a hand rub his shoulder, but his mind was on you.

He cried into your corpse's open chest, his face stained with your blood. He ignored the hand that rubbed his shoulder–everything outside you being unimportant. 

All that mattered was you. 

You, limp in his arms.

You, who had just confessed.

You, who were gone.

The despair that tore through him was unlike anything he had ever felt. And as he screamed your name into the dark, blood-soaked night, Yuuji knew—

A part of him had died with you.

a/n

gosh freaking darn it everytime i reread this id js end up crying screaming instead of actually editing (it took me a darn long while i actually edit this) why do i put yuuji through so much angst bro hes been through enough...

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꒰𐙚꒱Choso Kamo

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ unrequited, terrifying - choso kamo x reader ⋆ childhood friends to lovers (series)

choso has watched you jump from boyfriend to boyfriend, and always noticed that after each one you.. lost yourself a little. having his heart ache for you since childhood, he's determined to make you stop... but reveals his own feelings in the middle. fluff and angst!

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ valentines day with choso ⋆ oneshot

you wanted to ask out choso, your best friend since the school year started. will you have the

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꒰𐙚꒱Megumi Fushiguro

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ sweet like candy!- megumi fushiguro x reader ⋆ oneshot

ever since you started dating megumi, you give him a small piece of candy each day. fluff!

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꒰𐙚꒱Yuji Itadori

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꒰𐙚꒱Ryomen Sukuna

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꒰𐙚꒱Inumaki Toge

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꒰𐙚꒱Satoru Gojo

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ gojo x fem!reader ⋆ oneshot

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ change...feels good - megumi fushiguro x itadori yuji

megumi had internalized homophobia since what feels like forever. of course, he didn't actively share that, but it always irked him for a reason. until, when he goes on a blind date with yuji as his wingman, he ends up relying too much on yuji. he realises that he's falling for yuji at the same time, but he can't, cause it's gay, right? could he change just because of one man?

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ do you remember me? - megumi fushiguro x itadori yuji ⋆ smau

(inspired from that one tiktok slideshow story)—Megumi wakes up every day forgetting everything that happened the previous day. yuji, his boyfriend, stays with him and helps him live the best of each day, even though megumi will forget it the next day.

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inheritance games (gojo as jameson and geto as avery) it's a crackfic don't mind it 😭 only the first book events tho

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tied by ink | choso x reader

for the @phantasmaebg event

wc: 1350

your soulmate tattoo showed up on your sixteenth birthday, scrawled across your wrist like a bold declaration: “stay.” it wasn’t cute, romantic, or poetic like you imagined. it was blunt. vague. frustrating.

and years later, you still had no clue what it meant.

that’s why you were here now, sitting in a tattoo parlor that smelled like antiseptic and fresh ink, the fluorescent lighting humming faintly above you. you didn’t know what you wanted yet, but you knew you needed something.

“you here for a consult?” the girl at the counter asked.

“yeah,” you replied, your fingers twitching nervously at your side.

“choso’s got time. best hands in the shop.” she grinned, jerking her thumb toward the back.

you nodded, muttering a quick thanks before heading toward the artist’s booth.

as you turned the corner, you saw him sitting there—dark hair pulled into a messy half-bun, loose strands falling around his sharp face. tattoos covered his forearms, disappearing beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his black shirt.

hot.

his dark eyes flicked up as you approached, pinning you in place.

“you’re here for a tattoo?” his voice was deep, smooth like it didn’t belong in this tiny shop.

“uh, yeah,” you stammered, your heart beating faster than you’d like to admit.

he gestured to the chair in front of him, and you sat, trying not to fidget as his gaze lingered on you for just a moment too long.

“so, what are you thinking?”

you hesitated. “something small, but meaningful. i just… need something new.”

he tilted his head, his eyes scanning your face like he was trying to read you. “first one?”

“yeah.”

he hummed, his gaze dropping to your wrist. you’d forgotten to cover the soulmate mark today, and his eyes lingered on the word inked there.

“soulmate tattoo,” he said casually, like it wasn’t the most personal thing he could’ve pointed out.

you tensed. “everyone’s got one.”

“not everyone,” he replied, his voice low, almost teasing. “what’s the story with yours?”

you glanced away, your face heating up. “there’s no story. it says ‘stay.’ it’s… complicated.”

“complicated how?”

you met his gaze, your frustration bubbling up. “it doesn’t mean anything. not yet, anyway. and honestly, i’m not holding my breath.”

his lips twitched like he was trying not to smile. “so you’re one of those people who doesn’t believe in soulmates?”

“i didn’t say that,” you shot back. “i just… don’t think everyone finds theirs. or if they do, maybe it doesn’t work out.”

he didn’t respond right away, but the corner of his mouth lifted into the faintest smirk. “fair enough.”

you watched as he grabbed a sketchpad, his tattooed hands moving with practiced precision. “let’s figure out something that fits,” he murmured, his focus shifting to the page.

the way his fingers moved, the way he hunched slightly over the paper, made it impossible to look away. he radiated confidence, like he knew exactly what he was doing—not just with the drawing, but with you, too.

“so,” he said after a few minutes, his voice breaking the silence. “you’ve never thought about finding them?”

“my soulmate?” you asked, trying to sound casual even though his words sent a weird shiver down your spine.

“yeah.”

you shrugged, leaning back in the chair. “not really. it’s not like they’re going to show up out of nowhere.”

“sometimes they do.”

his tone was calm, but something about the way he said it made your chest tighten. you glanced at him, your brows furrowing.

“has it happened to you?”

he didn’t answer right away, his dark eyes flicking up to meet yours for a split second before returning to his sketch. “maybe.”

cryptic much, you thought, but you couldn’t deny the way your pulse jumped.

“what does your tattoo say?” you asked, leaning forward slightly.

his lips curved, but he didn’t look up. “you really wanna know?”

“obviously.”

“you’ll find out.”

“that’s not an answer,” you muttered, but he ignored you, his focus back on the page.

when he finally turned the sketchpad around, your breath hitched.

“what do you think?” he asked, his voice softer now.

“it’s…” you swallowed. “it’s perfect.”

he gave you a small nod, standing to prep his station. “this’ll hurt a little,” he warned as you settled into the chair, rolling up your sleeve.

“i can handle it,” you replied, though your voice came out shakier than you wanted.

his hands were steady as he guided the needle over your skin, the soft hum of the machine filling the room. the sting was sharp at first, but it quickly dulled into a strange sort of comfort.

“so,” he said after a while, his tone almost conversational, “if your soulmate walked through that door right now, what would you say?”

you hesitated, the question catching you off guard. “i don’t know. maybe… ‘where the hell have you been?’”

he let out a low chuckle, the sound sending a tingle down your spine. “bold.”

“what about you?” you asked, desperate to turn the attention off yourself. “what would you say?”

his hands didn’t falter, but his voice dropped a notch. “depends on if they’d stay.”

your heart skipped, his words hitting deeper than you expected. you glanced at him, but his expression was unreadable, his focus entirely on your arm.

when he finally pulled back, he wiped the tattoo clean, tilting your arm toward the light.

“done,” he said simply.

you stared at the design, your chest tightening. it was beautiful, perfect in a way that almost felt… familiar.

“thank you,” you murmured, your voice softer now.

he leaned back, his gaze meeting yours. “anytime.”

as you stood to leave, you caught a glimpse of his wrist as he reached for something—a single word inked there in bold black letters.

“stay.”

your blood ran cold.

he noticed your pause, his eyes narrowing slightly as he followed your gaze. when your eyes met again, there was no denying it.

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” you whispered.

he smirked, leaning casually against the counter. “took you long enough.”

“you—” your words caught in your throat, your pulse racing. “why didn’t you say anything?”

“wanted to see if you’d figure it out,” he said, his tone maddeningly calm.

you took a shaky breath, your mind reeling. “so what now?”

he pushed off the counter, stepping closer until the space between you felt suffocating.

“now,” he said, his voice low, “you decide if you’re gonna stay.”

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