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✩ "I just can't tell you." .:｡✧*.｡✰───

summary: toge didn't want to hurt you. you just wanted him back.

contents: jjk as angst tropes series: inumaki toge, slightly ooc??? does anyone know if toge would actually do this cz tbh i pried this out of my dehydrated writer mind, f!reader x toge inumaki, fluff at the start, miscommunication written TERRIBLY (but it still hurts cause I can’t believe I’d hurt my inumaki like this), was honestly contemplating posting this but oh well

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Ever since he was a child, normal communication and talking had already been a struggle for Toge. It was a hard concept for him to grasp as a child, and it’d be affecting other people more than it affected him.

The cracks of his soul and identity slowly increased and the guilt would only build up, even with his friends like Maki and Panda he wished that he would make it easier for them instead of limiting himself to rice ball ingredients.

He was used to it, really, but he couldn’t deny the want of being understood normally increasing when new students would join jujutsu high. It built up to become a habit, and the only person who'd heard him speak words that weren't in riceball language was him, and it was the voice inside his head.

Until you. 

The voice in his head became yours too. Unbeknownst to you, his guilt of failing to communicate like a normal person started to mix in with flustered feelings of affection towards you.

You can imagine the way he’d try to explain this to both Panda and Maki in riceball language. Thankfully, Maki and Panda were observant enough to see the way Toge blushed even under his uniform, and the way he’d make stupid mistakes when training with you due to the lack of distance you guys would share. Thank goodness actions speak louder than words.

You, however, having joined the same time as Kugisaki and still learning Toge’s language, were oblivious to this. Either way, you tried your best to understand the upper class man’s language.

Needless to say, it went better than you thought. You were enjoying being able to communicate with him more, being able to actually understand him and have conversations with him easily. Despite the obscure choice of words he was limited to, you learnt that Toge had a kind-hearted and compassionate heart. It was a heart that held out soft and gentle hands to anyone who was willing to approach it. He loved trolling and making others And it’s safe to say that Toge’s hands were gentler than ever as you eased closer to his heart. Toge had never felt this way before. He adored it–someone going more than halfway to communicate with him. It didn’t restrict them, or make them avoid him to have to put up with his lack of words. Someone actually listened. Despite him being able to say anything, he felt like he could finally say everything.

Toge wanted to treat you like you were everything to him, but as if being honest about his feelings to you wasn’t hard enough, his rice ball language for sure didn’t help. But he didn’t mind his feelings being reduced to actions, because that’s all he wanted to do for you. He’d stare at you for a bit too long, he’d hold your waist in a crowd, and make sure he’d get you water or your favorite drink after training.

You noticed these actions, of course, and it only fed your delusions as your feelings for Toge were already very clear to you (and Kugisaki). You’d notice how when your legs touched under a table, he wouldn’t move. 

Or, and most prominently, the other time Toge replied “Salmon” to you saying the moon was pretty, when he was actually looking at you.

That was enough to tell you–that maybe–Toge liked you back.

Toge, he had no idea what to do. Not only has he never felt this way towards someone before, but he’s never felt the absolute struggle and hurt of his lack of communication until now. And boy, did it hurt him.

He wanted to tell you that he did, in fact, like you. Heck, he loved you. That he thought about you more than he should and tried to mouth your name to memorize the way it felt on his tongue.

But he couldn’t–the words could only ever just die in his throat. And even then, what if something went wrong? Everyone–and him especially–knew how bad it was if he just slipped up a word. They knew that it could cause great harm–and Toge knew that the chances of trying to let you know about his feelings would only increase that risk.

Afraid of hurting you, quite literally, and disappointing you—he did the only thing he thought he could do.

He disappeared.

Less replies to you, suddenly becoming more busy, and stopped frequenting the places you guys would usually go to together. He convinced himself it was a way of making sure he wouldn't hurt you.

But he didn’t know that the only thing it did was cause you pain.

You noticed it. More painful than you wish you did. All the sudden distance left a void of nothingness inside you and you couldn't figure out why. Did you just misinterpret everything? Was it just you who felt this way for him–and did it push him away? Did it–

No, don’t think this way. You thought. Toge’s always been struggling with using his words, and maybe this was just a prime example of it. 

And so you chose to wait more.

Toge had barely even replied to your messages at this point. You barely saw him in class, and when you did, it was only for a brief two second glance before you wondered when you’d ever see him again.

You waited.

You stopped sending him messages too. Occupied yourself with more missions, and your texts went from daily to weekly. Avoided glances and turning away once the other was seen.

You waited.

When you stopped texting too, something inside Toge shattered. Still, he told himself that it was for the best.

You waited.

Toge hadn’t been seen anywhere. Surprisingly even by Maki and Panda–it was obvious he was deliberately avoiding you now–scared. It seemed that he was putting more effort into staying away instead of talking to you.

So you stopped waiting.

You stayed in front of his dorm for however long you needed to so that he’d had no more excuse to avoid you.

And when you did, the shock and almost terror in Toge’s eyes hurt you.

“Toge.” You called

He flinched. He deserved that.

“Mustard leaf…?” He whispered through his uniform.

“Great, Toge,” You said too roughly. “So you can talk to me.”

The tone hurt him, but he felt like he deserved it. Toge knew he couldn't avoid this anymore, and it was exactly what you wanted. Sighing, he unlocked his dorm and let you in.

You guys were a safe distance apart from each other, almost as if crossing the distance would be too risky. He averted his eyes away, the truth wanting to come out but only even dying out.

“I just want to know if I did something wrong.” You asked too harshly.

Toge looked back, disbelief and fear in his eyes as he shook his head. No. He unzipped his uniform and revealed his mouth, calling out to you. Desperate to make you understand.

“Bonito flakes!” He cried, placing his hand on his chest. It’s not you. It was never you.

“Then what is it, Toge?” Your voice softened, taking a step towards him. Hesitant, and uncertain.

He stayed silent. It’s not like he could’ve explained any of it even if he wanted to–but he couldn’t even if he wanted to.

Stay.

Is what he wanted to say. Cursed fate for not allowing him to utter such a simple phrase–a simple word.

But he couldn't.

And when he chose to avert his gaze and stay silent over the truth, that’s when he knew it was too late. His silent retreat of refusing to look into your eyes seemed like a good enough answer to you.

Your breath hitched, and your arms fell to your sides.

The hurt in your eyes–once Toge realized it–wished he’d never seen it.

You looked at him one last time, searching for any change of his mind. Maybe for him to stop you from leaving. Maybe for one sign that in the end this would all be worth it.

But alas, nothing.

So you turned.

And this time, Toge was the one waiting.

a/n

soooo might be my worst written one yet !!! which actually sucks cz haha what i love toge !!! so what is this writing !!! ughhhhh whatever it i knew that writing miscommunication would be hard and for some reason i still decided to go with it and now my stupid dumb self was stressing over a deadline that I PUT on MYSELF guys im officially losing it (dang we have two more to go already ??? this series has been going on for AGES bro)

hope you all enjoyed, ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: !!! - ying ☆

ch.1- don't you dare look at me that way

One shot after the other.

The alcohol leaves a tinge on your throat every time you gulp one down.

A good tinge, maybe. The burn was necessary.

Later, that would go away too. Maybe your feelings could be drowned with them.

You would keep on going until the tears you kept in couldn't be held back anymore.

Another shot. And the other. One more. 

Like a thirsty, dehydrated man finally having the chance to gulp down water.

Couldn’t think- only drink.

Rational thoughts had to be kept at bay. Words in your head couldn’t do- not right now. 

Would you swallow and gulp down your emotions only to have them come back up another time?

Ordering more and more shots until the bartender had to stop serving you.

His words didn’t go through your head, but you could guess.

Sighing and coughing, tears welled up in your eyes.

All you wanted to do was to melt in a puddle and never wake up ever again.

For someone to find you and cup you in their hands and try not to let the water spill through their fingers.

But of course you couldn’t have that—it was your fault again. Again. Was it always your fault now?

Every single relationship, every broken promise, every little chance, all gone. Has it been your fault all this time?

You put your head in your hands and leaned onto the table. You couldn’t stay here in this state mentally now. You needed to go. But who would pick you up?

You racked your mind to try to find somebody who would come over and drive you back, yet you couldn’t think of any, the alcohol interfering with much of your thought process.

Giving up on your memory, you scrolled through your phone contacts to check.

C- CHOSO KAMO

Oh… it’s him… was he the one who broke up with you? You couldn't remember, but you knew you could trust him at your most vulnerable point.

You opened the message chat. 

Relieved that he agreed, you turned your phone off and let your head rest onto the bar table. What you needed to do now was to enjoy the sweet feeling of the alcohol warming your chest and... and...

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When you woke up, you first didn’t know where you were. As you looked around the dark place, you realized that this was Choso’s living room, and he laid you onto his couch. Feeling grateful that he went through with his promise, you stood up and headed into his kitchen to get a glass of water.

You peeked at the oven clock, 1:43 AM. 

You were asleep for… How long? Maybe three hours? 

Filing through his cabinets, you were thinking about how unfamiliar yet familiar your surroundings were. Having spent so much time here, you were still trying to find where he kept the glasses. Finally having found it, you grabbed one and slowly filled it with water. After filling up two glasses and downing them, you turned off the tap and set the glass down. 

The headache was still there—just not as intense. You headed back to the couch you woke up on and lay down. 

The more time you had doing nothing, the more time you had to think, but you didn’t want to think. It would all circle back to him—the one who ripped your heart out. You feel like it shouldn’t be hard—you feel like it shouldn’t hurt you this much. You’ve been through bad breakups all the time. So why did this one hurt the most?

Was it because you genuinely thought this would go somewhere?

Or were you just hopelessly in love again?

Again, your tears swelled up in your eyes. You couldn’t stay like this forever.

Muffling your cries with a pillow, you turn over on the couch and try to go back to sleep.

But he heard you. Stepping out his bedroom door, Choso pokes his head outside to check the living room. Seeing that you were still awake, he quietly went up to you and tapped you gently on the shoulder.

Startled by his touch, you hiccup and turn around to face Choso with an understanding look. 

Seeing him turned the quiet sobs into loud wails. Finally having someone to rant to, you grabbed onto his sleeve to hold onto him, to know that you wanted him to stay.

He sits down on the couch beside you and offers his shoulder.

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Choso couldn’t understand why. 

Why would you always torture yourself like this?

Here you were, crying again on his shoulder after a particularly nasty breakup you had with your nth boyfriend already.

Why couldn’t you just realize that you could end all of this misery just by being with him?

Choso reels back at the thought. He didn’t want to seem obnoxious, thinking that he’s the only good one for you. You’re allowed to live your own life; he didn’t want to control what he felt was the most intimate part of a person’s journey.

He saw you grow up, right alongside him. He saw your old habits, your new ones, and the same laugh he’d loved for what seemed like eons now. 

How your love for drawing when you were young turned into learning how to animate when you were older, how your natural talent in science turned into a major in biochemistry. How your teasing nature turned into the “magical ability to attract losers left and right,” 

But he loved it. He loved every bit of you. Yet, after all these years, he still couldn’t find the words, and he still couldn’t find the courage. So he ends up being forced to watch you pick up a new guy every month, and either you drop them or they drop you. He knows you try to play it off as nothing, but he can see that each breakup really affects your mental health, even if just a bit. You would always just brush it off, “It’s no big deal,” you would say, and it truthfully wasn’t. But it didn’t stop Choso from getting increasingly more worried every broken relationship he watches you get into. A never-ending cycle that just leaves Choso heartbroken every time he sees your heart get broken. He would be lying if he said he didn’t get a twinge of jealousy every time he saw a new guy come over, have drinks, or even sneak off into your room doing god knows what. Each day, he kept himself sane knowing that (or at this point, praying) that it’s going to end in a week or two, that it’s never going to last, and he shouldn’t get too riled up over it.

Yet each time he sees your eyes, genuinely in love, only to be broken and empty by the end of the week, he swears he’ll stop you the next time. He swears he’ll do something to stop your heartbreak. 

Now, you were here, crying over your most recent breakup. He sits there, offering comforting pats to your arm as he wonders where you ever get the strength to bounce back so quickly. 

But he wants it to stop. Not for his sake anymore, but for yours now. 

“Hey, it’s fine; there’s no need to cry anymore,” he whispers, trying to soothe your mood. “He was a complete jerk anyway; it’s going to be alright.” 

You sniffle loudly as you tilt your head to look up at him, only to find a pair of soft eyes looking right back at you. A thought flashes through your mind that only makes you want to sob harder. 

Nobody ever looked at me the way he’s looking at me right now. 

Your past boyfriends never did. Why did you even bother with them again? Ugh, it’s all coming down again, and you have nothing better to do than just wail harder and harder into his shoulder.

“Everything’s gonna be okay… let it all out...” you hear him say. Oh, how much you appreciated him so much for moments like these. His assuring presence always grounds you, no matter how messed up you were now. You loved how he was always there for you. But did you really love him, or his actions? Aren’t you simply just benefiting off of his kindness now?

The night continued as your sniffles finally started to slow down, and your energy finally began to run out, leading you to fall right asleep on his bed. 

Choso didn’t mind. He took some extra blankets and covered your snoozing figure and went to sleep in the guest room, making sure to check that Yuji was asleep and wasn’t woken up. 

As he climbed into the bed, Choso sighed, thinking again about how unfair it was for you to get treated like this all the time. Yet, it was still your life. He didn’t want to interfere or appear too stuck up. He would bide his time. Keep reaching out his hand.

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ch.2- he's so perfect, blah blah blah

You blinked into a familiar ceiling. Where have you last seen this?

The morning light shone through the window, penetrating through the blinds. Its pattern left a soft glow of illumination into the room. It took your eyes a few seconds to finally understand: This was Choso’s apartment, and you were in his guest room. 

How did that happen?

Breathing in a deep breath, you feel that your throat is unusually dry, and your face feels a little sticky. You clear your throat as you slowly sit up, your aching muscles straining to support your weight. When you got up, a headache out of nowhere hit you like a truck.

Pulsing in relentless waves, it attacked your head over and over again, never once settling down. Hands shooting up to your temples, you try to massage your head, and ease the throbbing pain. 

Headache, dry throat, and the sorest muscles ever. Yeah, you definitely got drunk last night. 

Moving your legs off the bed and groaning, you head towards the washroom to try to clean yourself up. You washed your face with hot water, which helped soothing the headache a bit more. You could only wash your face as there wasn't a toothbrush or anything for you to use, so to satisfy your other need, you went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. 

As you were filling up the glass, you heard some small footsteps, and the creak of a door. Yuji had woken up, and was also going to the bathroom to do his routine. When he opened his door, he saw you in the kitchen. You two exchange a glance while Yuji rubs his eyes to make sure he still isn’t dreaming. 

“Ohh!! It’s you!! My brother’s girl friend!!” Yuji exclaimed, a smile on his face.

“Good morning Yuji,” you reply. “Although, I wouldn’t say girl-friend.” you add nervously while taking a sip of the water.

Yuji, having completely moved on from the topic, asked, “Why are you here in the morning? Aren’t you supposed to be at your house?” 

You took a second to conteplate how to explain to a 9 year old how badly drunk you got last night that his older brother needed to pick you up.

“Uhh, Choso did me a really good favor and picked me up from a place when I couldn’t drive.” you lie, convincing the nine year old. 

“Oh, okay.” Yuji said, accepting the explaination and going on about his morning. You sigh and drink from the glass again. You saw on the couch your phone, wallet, and other neccesities. You walked over to collect them, assuming Choso just put your things on the couch for you.

He’s so nice, you think to yourself, thankful for the little extra he always does for everybody.

As you sit on the couch scrolling through your messages and drinking water at the same time, Choso comes out of his room and sees you already up. 

“Hey, sleep well?” Choso asked when he saw you sitting on the couch. He was still nervous on how to correctly approach you after last night, so he decided he’ll just play it off as nothing and be “nonchalant” about it. 

“Yup!” you replied, smiling. Your brows furrowed a little, still battling the headache.  “Thanks for driving me back too, Cho. Really really appreciate it.” 

“Eh, it was nothing, no big deal,” Choso replied, still being cautious on what he said. He looked at your slightly pained expression, and he thinks that you remembered what happened last night. Oh god- Would it be awkward just talking now? 

“So..uhh..” Choso mumbled. “Are you feeling better now?”

You thought he was mentioning how drunk you were, but he was really trying to ask you about the scene last night. 

“Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better now, I just have a huge headache though,” you sighed.

That wasn’t what I meant. He thought. As in your mood. But he didn’t want to bring it up- what if he was bringing back bad memories? He didn’t want to do that to you. Choso decided it would be worth it to just not mention last night at all and will only elaborate if you brought it up.

But you never did bring it up, being convinced to eat breakfast with him and Yuji.

The whole time, he was scanning your face and expressions to see if you had really forgotten or some part of you still hurt, but you were just hiding it.

Why would you need to hide it in front of me though? Choso thought. 

As you ate a simple breakfast- Toast with butter, you were a little lost in thought, trying to piece together a timeline. Weirdly, you feel like you’ve forgotten something that should be mentioned sometime around… someone… you just couldn’t figure out who.

First, that guy did break up with you. Piece of shit, really. Were you over it? A little, now. Better than yesterday, at least, when you decided just to drink it all away at a bar. Then, you have a vague recollection of texting someone, which you found out to be Choso this morning, and then passing out. 

Sitting there, thinking to yourself, you didn’t notice the person across from you staring at a face he found pretty for a long time. Choso thought you were playing it off as trying not to be a bother- and he was trying to form a plan to talk about it with you a little more. Hesitantly, he tries to start a conversation about the topic.

“Um… about last night…” he murmured unsurely. He looks down, to the side, at your plate, the fork you’re holding, anything but your face. You tilt your head sideways to signify that you’re listening. In your head, you were freaking out a little bit. Did you do something wrong? Did you do something embarrasing? How bad was it that he needed to confront to you about it?

You spoke up before he coud continue. “Oh- oh my god. If it’s anything I did, then I’m so so sorry for it!” you said, sitting up a little straighter.

Choso was lost. He looked at your genuinely clueless expression to confirm is theory.

You had genuinely forgot.

Alarmed by his sudden silence, you tried to clarify once more. “Really! I don’t remember a single thing! What did I do?” you exclaimed, honestly defending yourself. You put your hands up in the air as a gesture of surrender.

Choso, having snapped out from his momentary shock, tried to clear the air again. “Relax, you didn’t do anything…I’m just surprised you forgot, that’s all.” he said. 

He knew you didn’t believe his explaination, but you didn’t question further, which was all he needed to sit down and think about how to approach this. 

Still feeling ashamed, you quickly ate your breakfast and left his apartment in an attempt to avoid staying too long. Before you finish chewing, you get up and say, in a muffled tone, that you're going home. Then you go to the couch and gather your belongings. When you mutter "sorry" to him and Yuji, Choso nods in response and hands you your jacket. You closed the front door after putting on your shoes and shouting "Bye," your cheeks still flushed from the awkwardness.

Choso was still standing in the doorway, surprised on how fast you left. He should say sorry for embarrasing you, he thought. He felt a small nudge on his leg. He looked down as Yuji looked up at Choso and bluntly said, “She’s pretty. Why is she not your girl friend?” in little brother astonishment. Choso’s face reddended as he picked up Yuji and mubmled “That’s enough bro, thanks for your input.” Yuji giggled on Choso’s shoulder, kicking his legs and smiling. He smiled back. All he ever loved was you and Yuji. He wasn’t sure how, but he’ll get through with you one day. 

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Two weeks later, you had found another date to look forward to, getting over the last one pretty quickly, even if it hurt more than the others. This time, it was someone who looked promising. His name was Toji- someone who you met at online. You were a bit wary of him though, since he seemed like the type to abandon his own son and sell him to a clan who wants to kill him, but you weren’t too sure. That was what first dates were for, to learn more about them, right? 

It was 5pm, and you were starting to get ready to go to the bar where you guys planned to meet up. You hummed to your favorite song playing on a speaker nearby as you did your makeup, feeling just a bit nervous about the upcoming date. Generally, people online didn’t live up to much of your standards. As you were dabbing on blush, the doorbell rang. Curiously, you weren’t expecting anyone here at this time. Putting your brush down, you speed-walked to the door, yelling “Coming!” and looking through the peephole.

To your surprise, you saw an eye staring right back at you.

You inhaled a sharp breath before yanking your eye away from the hole and taking a step back from the door. Until you heard a familiar voice.

“Yuji, stop peeking in from that side. It won’t work,” said Choso.

“But I wanted to see if she was there yet!” Yuji’s voice whined.

Breathing a sigh of relief that it was just Choso and his brother, you unlocked and opened the door, being met with Yuji’s beaming smile and Choso right there with him. 

“Gosh, Yuji! You scared me with your eye!” you said. “Why are you here at my apartment anyway?” 

Choso sighed. “Because-”

“Because the skibidi toilet live stream is happening right now!! And it said to bring a friend for double aura points!!” Yuji continued, eyes sparkling.

You blinked at him once. Twice. Aura points? What’s that? You look up to Choso, silently asking him if what Yuji said was what is actually happening, and Choso just gave it a short nod.

“Umm… sure… You can-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Yuji rushed in, laughing. He quickly turned on the TV and navigated Youtube to pull up the livestream.

You turn your attention back to Choso. He coughs a little in his hand, then explains that that livestream told everyone to bring a friend, and Yuji insisted on going to your home to watch the livestream with him. 

You felt happy that Yuji chose you to be his friend watching with him, but then again, you had to go in around thirty minutes. You looked back at Yuji and then back to Choso.

“Um, I don’t think I’ll be able to stay and watch the whole livestream, Choso. I’m really sorry…” you said, a pit forming in your stomach.

Choso gave you a pointed look. “Another date?” he asked. You nod slowly, feeling regret that you couldn’t stay.

Choso was silent for a few seconds. 

He can stop you now, he thought. Now was a good opportunity to stop you from ruining yourself all over again. He just needed a place where you and him could talk about it without Yuji overhearing. 

Opening his mouth, he says nervously, “Hey, can we talk somewhere?”

Curious, you followed him into your bedroom. You closed the door behind you, and asked, “So what’s up?” 

Choso stood in front of the closed door and took a deep breath.

“Don’t go on that date.”

Immediately, your reaction was a quick “Huh?”. You registered what he said- you just didn’t believe it. 

Choso paused again. “I’m serious, y/n. Don’t go on that date.”

“Why?”

He didn’t answer for a second. He had his hands in his pockets, looking at the floor. His position didn’t come off as someone who was sure about what he was going to say, which made you question him even more.

“Why Choso? Do you… know this guy or anything?” you say, unsurely . “Or do you have magic powers and can tell the future?” you joke with a light smile, trying to ease the tension. 

He stayed silent for another second. “Just…don’t,” he reiterated, making you even more confused.

“Why? Should I be worried or anything?” 

Seeing him this unsure made you panic a little. You didn’t understand why he was being so secretive. Or maybe he was waiting for you to figure out the reason yourself?

“Is it because of him? Does he have a bad rep or anything I didn’t hear of?”

“No, I don’t know him. I just don’t want you to go.”

Huh? So what was his reason on why he doesn’t want you to go? Wait, was he saying that he doesn’t want you to go on the date, or he doesn’t want you to go in general, what did he mean?

“Oh, is it because of Yuji’s skibidi thing? Is that why you want me to stay?”

Choso could feel this conversation is going in the wrong direction. He needed to speak his mind- but how? 

“No, no it isn’t about that either… It’s…”

His sudden pause makes you fidgety. What did he have to tell you that was so important? You checked your phone for the time- 5:36. You needed to be going in almost ten minutes, and you still haven’t finished your makeup.

You don’t want to interupt Choso on what he wants to tell you- but what does he need to say that has to take this long for him to think about it?

“It’s what?”

He sighed. Maybe he should just tell his truth and go in blind. He saw you check your phone for the time, he knew you were getting a little impatient. He needed to be quick.

“Look, y/n. I don’t want you to go because… you need to give yourself time to heal before you move on.”

He did it. He said the words. You would have to get it now. By the end of this, you’ll get it. Maybe he’ll finally be able to stop you.

His words stunned you a bit. Heal? Move on? You already did, right? Why was he so concerned over this now? 

“What do you mean by that?” you ask. Truthfully- you knew exactly what he meant, you just needed to confirm it.

Choso hesitates. How is this the best way to put it?

“That last breakup you had, it was really rough, even for you. You know… when you called me to pick you up from the bar, and when you slept over… you sorta…” Choso sucked his teeth in. He wasn’t sure if he should be telling you this, while you were living in blissful ignorance. 

Your mind jumped to a horrible conclusion. If you had forgotten about the whole thing, of course he would feel uncomfortable with you going to meet with another person. 

“I what? Oh my god, Choso, did I do anything? I’m so, so, so sorry if you were uncomfortable, I-”

“No! No, don’t get the wrong idea.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. At least that didn’t happen.

Choso goes on. “It was nothing like that. Um, last time, you came to me really, really upset because of that breakup.”

You thought about his words. It should ring a bell, right? How could you forget about something like that? 

What did you even say though? You had completely forgot about the thing. No recollection at all.

“Choso, I think I completely forgot about that.”

He looks up at you. “I know you did. But I really think it should be unhealthy for you to move on so quickly.”

His words echo in your head. Honestly, they had a truth to it. 

On the second hand, why was he being so protective now?

“Choso, I think I get where you’re coming from, but I still need to go, you know.” You checked the time on your phone again. 5:38. You really, really had to be hurrying up now.

Yuji’s voice called from the living room. “Are you going to watch with me?”

Choso looked back at the door. He didn’t want to leave his little brother hanging, but he didn’t want to leave you again. 

You decided for him.

“I’m sorry Choso, I really am. How about I go on this date and see? Then we’ll talk about it more?”

You were definitely trying your best to compromise, get rid of the conversation, and get out as fast as you can, but Choso had other plans. 

“No,” he said affirmatively. “You need to stay in and let yourself rest.”

Your impatience was really getting a hold of you now. Why was he so insistent? Why couldn’t he just let you go? Was it really a big deal? 

Does he need to do this now? Right now? 

“Choso, I’m fine. Let me go.”

“No.”

“Let me go.”

“No.”

You clench your fists a little. You really shouldn’t be wasting time like this. 

“Choso, please. Why are you being so stingy about this? Since when did you start caring?”

“Since you texted me drunk and sobbed into my shoulder!”

The room was silent for a second. Did you really do that?

“I thought, after that, I would try to make and effort to not let you get yourself depressed like that ever again,” he said.

You looked at Choso in the eyes. He was staring right back into you. It all made so much more sense now. You now knew why he was trying to stop you.

But you can’t just bail out like this.

“Choso, I appreciate it. I really do. But please, I need to go to this one. It’s too late to cancel now. I’ll look like a bitch doing so.”

He was about to lose you. He didn’t want to wait another time to stop you. He had you now, why give up? He needed to say something, anything. Anything to give as an excuse. 

He grabs your wrist.

“Y/n…”

“Choso, I actually-”

“Y/n. I don’t want you to go because I love you.”

.

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What?

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a/n

whats up guys?! welcome to the fic that i thought was a good idea then it wasn't.

hopefully i will finish this though.

why did it take so long?

deco*27 monitoring reference yuji itadori?

originally y/n was gonna blow tf up and be a whole bitch then it felt weird so i had to rewrite the entire last part

when the plot is swiss cheesing.

or am i just reading into this too much?

hello brain rot yuji i love you with all my heart

thank you for reading <3

dividers by @.enchanthings @.adornedwithlight

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succumed to the urges finally got spotify premium FUCK YOU I HATE SPOTIFY (sometimes) but id rather get premium and pay $13 than hear some guy asmr burping in my ears every two songs

✩ "It's never too late".:｡✧*.｡✰───

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...

hope you all enjoyed, ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: !!! - ying ☆

wearing a haikyuu jersey i KNOW i am the coolest bitch on the block

bf!noya texts!

cw: (maybe) ooc, swearing, mentions of mpreg (not really)

a/n

first haikyuu thing

i love nishinoya sm there's barely any content for him so sad like my baby

when the quality decreases mid text message bc tumblr won't let me upload 10+ images on mobile so i have to make it got through my computer but my computer crunches the quality so badly

ooc?

i got the orange thing image scrolling on amazon for nishinoya plushes

"that's so nishinoya" i say as i add the image to my smau

nishinoya left the door open as he went to grab smth outside and when he came back inside the snake was there

the snake was lowkey chill

noya was screaming bad

it eventually got tired of his screaming and just left

good job nishinoya!

main m.list

THIS IS SO ADORABLEE my heart melted

can't sleep (unless i'm with you)

megumi fushiguro x reader

a/n: lil blurb for my favourite boy's birthday!! happy birthday megs ily thank u for existing even though ur fictional u make my days so much better <3 anyways this is inspired by the fact that i have not been sleeping too well lately and i wish he was there with me lol

word count: 572 words masterlist

despite bringing you a multitude of amazing things that you were beyond grateful for, being a sorcerer came with numerous struggles, and sleepless nights weren't something you were unused to. tonight happened to be one of those, and in spite of how exhausted you are, it's as if your brain is refusing to switch itself off.

you can feel a million thoughts running through your mind. even after trying almost everything that usually helps you fall asleep, you still lie there, eyes closed, mind far too awake. now, there's only one more thing you could try.

your finger hovers over megumi's contact as you contemplate once more. you didn't want to disturb him - he had had just as exhausting a day as you had - but truly, there may be nothing else that could possibly help you avoid lying awake until you were driven to insanity. biting the bullet, you hit the call button, and it starts ringing. thankfully, megumi isn't too heavy a sleeper; he's barely ever slept through an alarm, so chances are he'll hear it. after a few moments that seem to drag out into eternity, he picks up.

"hey, you okay?" megumi asks, voice barely above a whisper, though you can hear the concern in his words.

"hi. sorry, i'm fine, i just, uh, i can't sleep..." you whisper back, trailing off. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have disturbed you." you continue, barely audible.

you hear some rustling on the other end of the line before megumi responds.

"don't apologise. i get it." he stops for a moment. "do you want me come to your room or do you want to come here?" he asks, direct as ever, his voice rough and gravelly with sleep.

you're silent for a few seconds. "can you come here? please?" you ask softly, and he can picture you, facing the wall as you curl up into your duvet.

"sure. i'll be there in a couple minutes. see you in a sec."

a small smile creeps onto your face. "thank you, megs. i-"

but before you can finish your sentence, the line is cut.

before you know it, there's a soft knock at your door as megumi taps the pattern only he uses. it started as a silly little joke, but it has its uses - being able to tell that it's him at your door is beyond reassuring.

you are, of course, met with your beloved boyfriend as you open the door. his hair is a little flattened on top and fluffier than usual on the sides as a result of sleep, and you can't help but feel a little guilty for waking him up. he pulls you in to him, and you rest you head on his shoulder as his hands press into your back.

"don't feel bad for waking me up. i'd rather be here with you, anyway." megumi whispers, as if he can read your mind. you whisper a quiet thanks, and pull away from him, grabbing his hand to lead him to your bed. he lets you get in first, then takes up his position behind you once you're comfortable, lying on your side. he tucks his head into your shoulder and slides his arms around your torso, tangling a leg with yours.

"goodnight. i love you, angel."

"i love you too, megs."

unsurprisingly, falling asleep is a lot easier when he's there. and you know he'll come anytime you call.