“eyes On Me” And “that’s My Girl” And “there She Is” And “that’s It, Sweetie” And

dude ur interrupting on the floor time with ur beautiful face STOP

Happy Valentine's Day - again!

i just know yuuji religiously checks up on you after shibuuya.

he’s the one to come home & break the news to you. everyone else figures you’d rather hear it from him, & he does too. he comes immediately to you and kento’s shared apartment, still in his old clothes but he had the decency to wipe the blood & grime off of his face. solemnly brings his fist to the door to knock twice, knowing he had no choice but to give you the horrible news.

& you kind of already knew before yuuji even got there. kento always kept you updated, shooting a quick text in between exorcising curses. answering your “how’s it going” texts with a thumbs up emoji at the least.

however when you got that “you made life worth living. i love you” text from him, you already knew that was his way of saying goodbye. he just didn’t want to actually say it.

but you were so strong and mature, one of kento’s favorite traits of you. so you knew yuuji delivering the news to you would be harder on him. after all, he’s the one that called you and kento “mom & dad”. he’s the one who came over every sunday for family dinner. he’s the one who helped kento paint the living room a different color to surprise you.

so when yuuji does bring his fist up to knock, you immediately swing the door open greeting him with a sad smile. a look in your eyes that showed yuuji all too well that you already knew.

& the boy immediately shivers as a deep breathe he didn’t even realize he was holding escapes his lungs, letting out such a defeated sound. he immediately looks down and shakes his head, unable to look at you- almost as if he failed you.

however he did everything but fail you, and you let him know by wrapping your arms around the boy, finding the back of his head to craddle it. although much younger, his tall frame leans over into your shoulder as he lets the tears & whines leave his body. you silently cry with him, both of you doing your best to comfort one another.

“he was so proud of you, you know?” you whisper, applying more pressure to the comforting circles you were rubbing on his back, “he still is”.

you both stand in silence for a few minutes longer, coming to terms with the horrible reality that kento nanami was no longer physically with you, but now permanently resides in your hearts.

“thank you for coming, yuuji. i wouldn’t want to hear the news from anyone but you”

& the months after that are dreadful. you soon realize your strong personality could only hold you for so long. it gets hard to eat. bathing feels like a chore. you switch from being insolent to sorrowful. & you try to keep it together, but yuuji notices.

you are who he calls ‘mom’, afterall.

so he still comes by even when you send him a passive aggressive text saying you want to be alone. he brings you food and makes you eat it in front of him even if you say you already ate (he can tell when you’re lying). & he listens as you curse at whatever gods for taking your husband away from you. he understands when you break down and tell him you don’t know how to live life without kento.

& he doesn’t try to sell you dreams by telling you it’ll get better. he doesn’t try to make you see the bright side. no, he lets you grieve because, yeah, it’s not fair. no, you don’t deserve that, neither did kento.

but he keeps coming around to let you know that you’re not alone. to make bearing this burden a little easier.

& some more months go by, and yuuji hears the first real genuine laugh from you since the incident when he’s explaining a scene from this comedy movie he recently watched. you’re both sitting at the kitchen table, books strewn across the wood as yuuji came over needing help on a ridiculous assignment gojo assigned. & you both think that maybe things will start to feel better soon.

especially with kento’s framed picture looking down at you both from the wall adjacent.

yeah, things will get better soon.

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omg i dont even know why i wrote that like why am i crying

society if tumblr writers stopped portraying nanami as a dominant daddy with borderline pedophilic tendencies (i just had three nanami fics in a row on my tl that included odd usage of plushies…)

Can you draw my beefy husband Nanami some time? 🤪

you speak directly to my heart anon

Happy birthday Kacchan 💥

redraw.

— 10:33, laying on toji’s back .

toji’s passed out on the couch, shirtless and warm and deliciously sprawled out like he owns the place—which he does, sort of. one arm hanging off the side, the other tucked beneath the pillow he’s face-first into. a low, half-snore rumbles out of his chest every now and then, just enough to let you know he’s really out.

you watch him from the doorway, a soft smile tugging at your lips. there’s something about him when he’s like this—unguarded, vulnerable in the most subtle way. the world can’t get to him here, not when he’s tangled in worn-out blankets and afternoon sunlight.

so you cross the room quietly, crawling up onto the couch and climbing over him until you’re lying flat on his back. warm. heavy. safe.

“mmmf—what the hell,” he mumbles into the pillow, voice hoarse and half-awake. “you tryna suffocate me?”

“you’re cozy,” you murmur, cheek resting between his shoulder blades.

he lets out a long sigh. grumbles something that sounds like “clingy brat,” but his hand slides back to grab your thigh and give it a gentle squeeze. he doesn’t push you off. doesn’t even shift, really. just melts back into the cushions like your body was always meant to be draped over his.

you trail lazy little circles over the bare skin of his back. he’s all firm muscle and scar tissue, warm and broad beneath your touch. a living furnace. your lips find the dip of his spine and you kiss it, featherlight.

he goes very still.

“…you tryna be cute or something?” he asks, gruff but quiet.

“just wanna kiss you, toji.”

you press another kiss higher, then another. right between his shoulders. he exhales through his nose, and you swear you feel his body soften under yours like he’s letting go of tension he didn’t even know he was carrying.

“you’re lucky i’m too tired to throw you off,” he mutters.

you laugh into his skin. “you like it.”

“i don’t,” he lies. absolutely does.

your kisses keep coming, slow and tender. one right below the nape of his neck, then another over the scar you know he hates but you love. your fingers curl around the edge of his shoulder, and he finally, finally sighs like he’s giving in.

“…feels nice,” he admits, barely audible.

you nuzzle into his back, body completely relaxed. he reaches up behind him and awkwardly pats at your hip until he finds a spot to rest his hand. just… holds you there. like he needs the weight. the warmth.

“you’re not goin’ anywhere, right?” he mumbles, more sleep than voice.

“nope.”

“…good.”

and he’s out.

completely dead to the world with your body stretched over his, your lips still resting on the bare skin of his spine, his rough hand gripping your thigh like an anchor.

and when he wakes up later, with drool on his shoulder and you still on top of him, he groans and says something like “gross,” but he doesn’t move. he just shifts a little to make you more comfortable and closes his eyes again.

I had a little epiphany where I saw Megumi in any black cat. I had to draw it. 🤣🤣🤣

Meowgumi has his favorites lmao 😸😸😸

The quickness I leave a cod fic as soon as I see a “:(“ or “s’ too big” should be studied. Bitch, the little frowny face was cute at first and then got old real quick. And no one talks like that when they fuck. STOP