milk-tea-and-memories
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If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.
Hello my friends! 🍉🇵🇸 I'm Nada from Gaza Asking for help is not easy, I ask for a small donation of 20 or 25 euros from each person. I need your help, you can donate to save my life and the life of my family, my donation link is in my bio, every donation, even the first little, is a good thing and https://gofund.me/dd0fac71 makes a big difference in my life Help me and my family Thank you for your support I hope you can help me even a little to save us from death https://gofund.me/dd0fac71 🍉🇵🇸
free palestine 🇵🇸
You n bakugo finally started dating bc during an argument, you hit him with the “you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid” and he turned around fuming, immediately crashing his lips into yours with a firm grasp on your cheeks
there is something horrifically grim to it, but illustrations for gaza and palestinians tend to catch more mass attention that actual photos of people. this made me feel incredibly helpless for a long while, seeing both how people would rather look at a neat drawing of red black green and white than look a human in the eyes, and how online platforms would rather push a viral drawing while suppressing those begging for help at the same time.
a way to cope with this feeling has been taking advantage of it to directly guide people to helping palestinians.
if art gets better traction, then there’s an incredible amount of good that can be done by creating art that immediately links to fundraisers. creating art of the many images of those who are asking for help.
within hours of posting my drawing, there has been jumps in the thousands for bashar from gaza’s fundraiser. it’s a small effort in the grand scheme of things. it’s not a fix it. but it’s something good. please take care of each other and do what you can. i think this could help a lot of people if a lot of people did it.
here is bashar. i’ve drawn him, spoken to him, and known him now for a few months. any shares help, any art helps. draw who you see, draw what you see. thanks all
think about your first time driving a car
shouldn't Palestinian children live to experience that?
think about your first kiss
shouldn't Palestinian children live to experience that?
think about your first time falling in love
shouldn't Palestinian children live to experience that?
think about your first sleepover
shouldn't Palestinian children live to experience that?
think about your first playdate
shouldn't Palestinian children live to experience that?
happy mothers day to the mothers of palestine who have lost their children and to the mothers who were forced to give birth and be separated from their children in congo.
“Umm it will actually be very difficult for universities to divest from israel and arms manufacturers without tuition skyrocketing 🤓☝🏼” why is the financial stability of a college (and the economy at large, especially in the us) so reliant on what amounts to war profiteering to begin with? Why is that an inevitability that we’re supposed to accept?
Lmao how is this real, "the ambient sounds of the world were wrong, sir"
"They don't teach us about that in school how am I supposed to know" well you seem to know a lot about Bakugou but they don't teach you about him in school. Do they
The Onion’s journalism is the only journalism that matters. Holy fuck.
why is he so perfect if i cant have him ??
𑊡˚+₊🌑✦ — tired + bkg; one shot
cw: nsfw, aged up, fluff, established relationship, unprotected sex, afab! reader, softdom! bkg!
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you loved when it was like this. when your boyfriend’s features settled into stoicism. how easy and relaxed the expression was for him in whole naturalness. so sharp his jaw, so plush his lips, so hooded his eyes. all things always so handsome but today just that little bit more as it scrapes at you.
his pretty tanned skin of hands coupling with your own while you amble your way down toward your cabin, it actually being separated into duos of exclusive genders but you switched that around easily with the requesting of wingman kirishima.
your conversation is not hinting at anything lewd just yet. the little things he did though, walking on the curbside, squeezing your hand when you almost jaywalked, or thumbing your hair behind your ear when the wind was a little meaner, these little things hummed want in your femininity and pulsed arousal throughout, fuelling for later.
bakugo was the one to suggest ‘switching rooms n fucking’ after hours and lets his heart flutter and swell at the thought. your excitement to the proposal so genuine it makes his organ cramp at its newfound fatness. so tired was he growing from how heavy it was heaving his chest lower, it being so heavy that it actually lugs his head down to pull your held hand up to his lips and kiss it lovingly. you giggle and the breath from your nose stutters, “what?” he kisses again. twice. thrice. not lifting his head up till he’s done.
“just thinkin’ bout later,” he circles loops around your hand while he speaks. “me too,” you sweetly say.
he softly presses a kiss behind your ear as you continue your saunter, whispering in oh so lustful ways, “excited?” your smile grows so big and your eyes crease as you hide your felicity in the brawn of his shoulders, it’s almost girlish how flustered you act.
"hmm?" he teases, ducking his head down so his voice tunnels in your ear, fingering sweeps of hair away from the form of your face. “what do you wanna do when we get there, naughty girl?" he tickles with his index your neck and then cheek, the little plumpness of it he can reach at this angle as you simper and laugh pushing your face deeper into his chest.
you finally raise your head up, your hair following the movement swiftly in an animated bounce as you glee a "so much," tiptoeing up so poised and dainty when you reach to kiss him in earnest, "i wanna do so much with you, baby."
this frustrates his dick. makes him wanna plough into you so bad and show you off to the world, to the other students on the trip wishing they were you and him. fucking so recklessly that you’d only hope to find climax in the mess of it, but you both liked it that way. wet, and sloppy, and wild. these were the elements in the potency of your sex. ‘our sex.’
he prevails in composure, thanking his earlier self that he wore a hoodie big enough to shadow his boner. still clasping your hand as you reach the cabin, the solid oakiness of it, he fiddles with the keys and smoothly opens the door to succumb to the warmth inside.
you’d already homed yourself in the newer cabin. trails of kirishima, the now ex-roommate, practically evaporated with the replacements of colognes with perfumes and shorts with skirts. it was only meant to be a sleepover nothing longer than that, but maybe the feeling of you would extend that.
bouncing down onto the couch, hand still entwined in yours so that you bounce down with him, bakugo grabs the remote and flicks to netflix.
“she’s the man?” you nestle into his side and yawn, snuggling into the cotton of his outerwear and breathing in the sandalwood of his cologne. your pretty voice lulls into something warm as it hushes itself to sleep, to signal to her boyfriend that you were dozing off soon, “mm, your pick..”
he kisses at your head. twice. thrice, and paws at it softly, making his voice gentler as he speaks, noticing your impending slumber, “i’ll wake you up, make sure you don’t sleep too long.”
“promise?”
he knuckles your chin up with slowness and lets his head touch yours, “baby, i promise you, believe me.” he winks at the end of his sentiment to which you half-heartedly chuckle, not because of the lack of humour but your contract to fatigue. he presses his lips into yours firmly and lets you drift off into dreamland.
✦ ✦ ✦
the tv is buzzing the credits to the terminator when sunset is falling into nightfall and bakugo is motherly weaning you out of sleep as the feeling of him clawing your hair like once before becomes conscious to you; your sleepiness eases out. he hushes your name and drawls for you to “wake upp,” to which you softly groan and moan and shift your body at. he chuckles at this gesture and swoops you up bridal style, walks over to the bathroom, and cracks the door open.
he coos at you, lets your feet touch the cold tiled ground, and plays puppeteer with your face, talking to you through the mirror, “wake up, pretty girl,” you smile tiredly and he kisses your cheek, “there you are…” he taps at the sink with his palm, “alright come on, get changed into something more comfortable,” and sculpting his hand around the dip of your waist as he leaves.
your mascara is smeared, makes you look like you had the party of your life, and it kinda minxes you up, all soft and jaded and flirty. katsuki loved your makeup when it was like this, and you did too. it was so...lived in.
but despite your elevated self-confidence, you were still so tired. you wanted nothing more than to rest your heavy head against that familiar sandalwood smell and your massive six-foot, blonde haired, feat.
you waddle down toward the edge of the bathtub, vertigo slightly attacking in the residual sleep, and pout from the tension in your expression, face desperate to squeeze out any light that abrupts you to wake. he walks in, and speaks:
"still tired?" you nod uncontrolled. your head's weight feels more intense in this state so when you do nod it's more of a harsh jouncing.
he kneels down in front of you. tight, black tank top stretching and creasing in accordance with the movement and he looks you in the eye, trying not to get turned on by how hot you look-- you look absolutely perfect like this. he has to hold out though, save and stuff this feeling in his back pocket so he can focus on you now.
you smile and he looks away, as if to think, then asks, "where's your pjs n underwear stuff at?"
you breathe out your nose harsher to indicate your amusement at the, though serious, question. you point toward your dresser, "third drawer," he gets up.
"alright," eyes searching for the underwear two-piece, "okay, got one." and he moves back to you.
"no, no, not that one," you shake, "get the one that's fully black."
his brows furrow and he walks back to the aforementioned dresser, eyes searching like before, lips mouthing the word 'black' repeatedly as he sorts through the clothes.
smiling at this struggle, you attempt to ease his struggle with the mention, "it's the one i wore when we had sex on halloween."
"ohhh!!" his expression wide, "awh yeah, you look so fuckin' sexy in that one." and he finds it almost immediately with that reminder, like you knew he would.
the tone of his skin shifts in the white of the bathroom when he reenters. "arms up."
you comply, stretching the appendages up, still tiredly but less so now.
he strips you of your tee, your bra. smiling knowingly when he gets to your plushness, hair so elegantly masking half your nipple. you notice his naughty smile and lean forward so they touch him, him only blushing in response and kissing the dip between your paired clavicles before his mouth gapes a little as he drops to focus on the hook at the back when he slips the inky fabric on you.
you can't calm the spur in you, how attentive he's being right now is the sexiest you've ever seen of him, you can't calm this gracing, begging spur. slowly, you wrap your calves around his lower back, dipping down to kiss him, and he was definitely expectant of this with how smooth his lips meld with yours, the way they press into each other and keep pressing into each other as he grasps at the bathtub's edges, accepting this kiss so eagerly.
you hum and break away from this passion, feet rubbing up and down so intimately it's burning bakugo and he's frozen in this want. you grab his bathtub-clasped hands and bring them up to the clasps of your bralette, "still need your help, suki." it's incredulous to anyone how he hasn't fucked you right then and there. but he complies, prevails in composure once again and bows up your back, fitting his hands at the curve of your waist. "you kill me." the scene is so wanton, how swooned he is with you, head up, how aware you are of this, head down.
you get up, using his shoulder as support and pull your underwear down, pressing down to just the grazing of your feet so your pussy is exposed so graciously in the leaning gravity of your equally black nightdress.
you turn around and grab at your thong without a word, katsuki so fucked out mentally he can't even speak, and hop into the holes of your said underwear pulling them up swiftly and leaving to the living room to tug your dark socks off; balled neatness, just to save time.
he's doing so well. so well in his control. control of not treating you the way you deserve and the way he knows you want. quickly following your footsteps, he folds his arms as he watches you finally strip the sock off.
balancing on the ball of your foot as you stand, you smile, wondering why, though you knew, your boyfriend was staring so hungrily at you.
"what?" you drawl, squeezing at his now bigger forearm. he huffs and and brings his bottom lip in to gnaw at, just in pure suppressed excitement of what's to come.
"you tell me." you're now weaving your arm into his.
"i don't know whatchur talkin' about." you like playing it coy, always means for a rougher fuck later.
"i'll let you know in a bit," the two of you bimbling to the swallowing sofa, sound of footsteps softening once you're on the fluffy carpet of the living room rug.
you bounce down together like before, gravity humouring the two of you with the flash of wind it hits as you sink in. smiling awkwardly in an intended manner, you lie on bakugo’s lap, so much flesh and muscle cushioning your head. you trail with the very tip of your nails so sensually up and down his arm in this purposeful and distracting way while you ask him about the movie, edging him to talk about it, he knows that this is just a ploy to build tension to what was coming; a little subversion in conversation as if you weren’t going to fuck less than a few minutes ago.
“ahh, the movie…” he sighs deeply, looking up in genuine awe, “so good, i want you to watch it with me,”
“i will i will,” you hum, still clawing at his thick, veined forearm, upside down eyes so bright.
he knuckles down your nose, emulating the up-down oscillation you’re practicing on him. “you will, yeah? then why’d you fall asleep?”
“cuz i was tireddd,” you giggle, squint in your eyes as you do so.
he pinches your nose with the fat folds of his fingers: gentle—sweeps your eyebrow hairs up with his thumb and gets so close to your mouth, almost speaking the words into you, “you tired now?”
you prop yourself up with the underarms of your skin, narrowing the gap till it almost disappears, only almost so you can speak and have the final words, “let’s see…”
lips meeting and familiarising with each other again. soft movement after movement, gentle grab of plumpness again and again. you feel your lips dancing with each other, it’s so melodious.
he cups his hand into the bundle of hair by your base, hugging them with his fingers and you move yourself correspondingly to a more easy position, letting go of each other’s lips briefly so you can latch and bite at his neck while he brings your hips to connect with own. bone and bone bumping into each the best way possible. flesh sticky with sweat as your dress rides up and pools in a droop by your lower stomach, pulling up and down each time you’d grind yourself against bakugo’s hips.
your head is left empty of the greatness of his hand and felt on the trail of your sides, moving upwards as cooler air nibbles at you when you’re freed in just the charcoal of your top, the feeling being slowly inverted with the skimp of your thong, now freer in just the charcoal of your closeness to each other’s shadow. you bring his hands up to the hook if you bra life before. left. right. and bakugo complies, whispering in pretty husks, “fuck…” “baby— fuck,” and pulling at the backside hem of his shirt, almost dry fucking you when he’s clean of clothing, bare in just his loungewear shorts, tight around the width of his thighs.
“been lookin’ forward to this all day,” he breathes heavy at the end, flustering at the pent up desire he’s had for right now.
“take your shorts off,” you’re voice is buried in the reddening pink you’re causing to his neck, “now, please,” you whine with another pop of lips.
conjoined: shorts and underwear come off ruggedly, a little wiggle and raise of your hips helping the process and dick hits up, precum shining in the white of the room and dripping down, as if an artist were showcasing their piece. it’s so proposed.
his hands act of their own, one squeezing and playing at the fat of your hips, rubbing up and down while his dominant starts molding around his length, slow tugs at first but stronger and whinier as he continues. it’s so good. paint splatters of love all across his neck and now trapezius. you kiss up to the angle of his jawline and by the backbone of his ear, slaying his throat with the warmth, both physical and sensual, of your dulcet voice. nourishing and kind yet wanting and clear, “can i help?” your hand already on top of his and soon domineering and replacing it.
the softer, more feminine clasp of your hand killed him. it fired through his hand and bored into the protecting of his rib cage, so close to the surface of his skin the heat was unbelievable. he picks you and presses you firmly down around him. both your voices eager to display passion. so much relief purred out from his throat that you thought he had came right then and he nearly did. “yes you can, baby,” he jounces you up and down so roughly repeating again, this time more strained, “yes you can,”
you moan and relish in the ploughing he takes into you. his dick tarnishing any emptiness you had inside you and slicking up against those velvety walls of yours. oh, those pretty fleshy walls of yours that were so spongy and welcoming to him. over and over, your moans only getting higher and longer as sweaty skin claps against skin, does he imbed himself deeper and deeper, his moans and profanities getting messier and meaner,
“you fuckin slut, teasing me all fucking day and now look at you, baby. can’t even fucking speak you’re so full.”
your head lulls down, heavy like a baby when you’re too out of your mind from the pleasure of his length, lips twinkling from the jewelling and swelling of saliva at the inner pink of them, only hushed out ‘mmms’ sounding from those wet lips.
he grabs your face with his hand looping under your knee so that his arm was now bobbing you, clutched hand pressing into the hollows of your cheeks to pull you up to look at him, “baby, i’m talking to you,” he coos, malicious in a way but vehement in another.
“mm, making me feel so good suki— legs are fucking numb from how big you are..” you whine out with a little lisp from his still constant grabbing, it’s making you fall so dangerously in love with him.
he pulls your face to his and sucks in to kiss, all sloppy from your bubbled saliva and his stroked ego. tongues so perfect against each other and closer they come when he bounces you up to readjust and bring you in.
you start whining more, higher and more desperate, “what is it, baby?” his voice sarcastically rolls.
all you can do is drop your jaw, too high on pleasure to even put the effort into kissing him, and he knows this, pulls at your jaw up and down like playing puppeteer and speaking for you.
he groans and adjusts again to hit farther in, your heart almost exploding at this and this hasn’t gone unnoticed. what with the way he immediately and smartly tilts away from g-spot heaven, “no no,” you plea.
he grins so smugly, his canines looking like fangs and only turning you destitute of anything but him: the one thing you lusted so greatly for right now. he closes your jaw up with his finger, hearing the little clank of your teeth, “no what, baby? don’t think i understand.” he feigns ignorance.
your swung arms around his neck are your only stability as your pry and sway yourself into him more, if that’s even possible with the way your clutching to him, “katsuki,” his ears prick up at this, movement slightly stutters at the increased hardness of his dick. “again. mm, fuck me like that again,” and he can’t. he literally can’t not obey you.
so instantly he peruses himself to that same recorded angle like before and thrusts and hits and ploughs into you like there’s no tomorrow, reaching climax and taking you there with him, the skin-on-skin sounds only loudens and loudens and loudens till it plateaus with the peak and fall of your matched voices, slowly does the noise cease, till it bothers no more.
you nuzzle into his neck with your nose, so tired and sweaty, and kiss at the foul bruises you’ve caused him, ringing them with your finger, “fuck me like that again and you’ve got a wife,” you tap at the love mark quickly at the end of your sentence and turn to look him in the eyes with a pleased smile.
bakugo smilies back at you and points toward a clock, “see that clock?”
you nod.
“five minutes and i’m cumming in you again.” to which you can only shy away from and squeeze your lower muscles around his still deep inside you dick, him jolting at the action.
“watch yourself.”
you kiss him bravely, lips so used to each other, “nope.” you sweetly cradling yourself back to sleep feeling the rise of bakugo’s chest as chuckles at the notion, shutting his eyes as well, still locked in you.
“watch yourself.”
you kiss him bravely, lips so used to each other, “nope.” you sweetly cradling yourself back to sleep feeling the rise of kirishima’s chest as chuckles at the notion, shutting his eyes as well, still locked in you.
after the many, many years of being bakugou’s friend, kirishima could say he has never seen his best bud so in love with someone before—so deeply and irrevocably smitten with you.
it was the little things, mostly, that piled up and up until it was so blatantly obvious that bakugou had fallen—and he had fallen hard. making you bentos, hanging around your desk, walking you home… he’d never behaved like this with anyone before, kirishima mused. it was jarring, in a way. but kirishima was happy for his friend, and he couldn’t help but to keep an eye on the two of you whenever he was in the vicinity (whether bakugou knew he was there or not).
lovestruck, was the word that came to kirishima’s bewildered mind the first time he saw bakugou trailing after you. following you like this great shadow around the agency. he never seemed to leave you alone for too long and he’d always have this little pout on his face whenever you’d shoo him away so you could do your own work. kirishima didn’t think bakugou even knew about the extent of his own feelings—not at first, anyways. and when he tried to confront the blond, he’d act all gruff and grouchy, his ears tinted a violent pink.
bakugou could deny it all he wanted, though. kirishima saw right through him.
what really cemented everything for kirishima—really hammered it in that his best friend was finally getting some of the happiness he deserved—was the time bakugou had caught you from falling off a ladder.
you’d been trying to hang up some decorations around the agency—to “brighten things up a bit” you’d said. kirishima had been too far away at the time—but he still saw the moment you’d leaned just a bit too far to the right. the moment your foot had slipped and you’d tumbled off that tall ladder with a small yelp.
bakugou had been exiting his office at that precise moment. and kirishima swore he had never seen his friend run so fucking fast before in his life. a small explosion propelled him forward—charring the wood and frame of his office door. just so he could catch you before you cracked your head open on the floor.
kirishima watched—from his position across the agency, his legs tensed—as bakugou held you tight within his arms and looked down at your shaken form. he watched as bakugou played off his breathlessness as though he hadn’t just dead sprinted across the hall to get to you on time. you wouldn’t ever know, kirishima thought to himself, how desperate bakugou would have to be to move that fast. and kirishima finally relaxed his stance once he saw bakugou set you carefully down on the ground, hovering over you as he scolded you for being so inattentive. you only rubbed the back of your head as you smiled sheepishly up at him. if bakugou hadn’t been smitten before, he certainly was now.
kirishima couldn’t have been happier, really. and he found himself quietly slipping away, a smile on his face at the idea of bakugou finally, finally being in love.
anyway, i will share the good news — today is my grandmas birthday (the one who passed away a few months ago), and i was like sitting here thinking “wow imagine i got an acceptance on her birthday that would rlly be a sign” and i just checked my email and
Reddit wins this one
[Image ID: post from Reddit thread r/thelastofus titled "When is a gay relationship on screen not "political propoganda?""
Post reads: "It's the same criticism I see levied at the last episode over and over again. "I'm fine with gay people, but keep politics out of my entertainment."
I'm genuinely curious. How in the holy hell is a gay relationship pictured on screen inherently "political?"
It's maddening man. I'd prefer they just come out and say what they're actually thinking."
User catnap_kismet replies: "there are two sexualities, straight and political. there are two genders, male and political. there are two races, white and political. etc".
This reply has many awards and 1.2k upvotes
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Megumi kisses you for the first time on Valentine's Day. It's a simple thing really, a gentle maneuver so swift you don't have time to question it.
The TV screen flashes with each change in angle, painting your apartment's living room with the vivid tones of cinema. The soundtrack booms against your ears— or as much as it can, coming from those tiny speakers.
Your just-as-single-and-lonely partner for today has been awfully quiet tonight, considering he picked this year's movie. You glance at Megumi, expecting to see him slouched and half asleep like usual, only to find long lashes and pretty green eyes already staring back at you. He seems surprised, caught in the act or whatever you want to say, but he doesn't shy away.
He's thinking— you can tell by the look on his face. His brows furrow and he bites at his lip. "What are yo–"
Oh.
His lips taste like strawberry soda, syrupy sweet in all the best ways. A calloused palm cups your cheek, gently coaxing you further into him. Before you can breathe, before you can blink, he pulls away, tongue darting out to savor the lingering taste of you.
He's thinking again, because he's staring at you again, and you hope to God he's wants to kiss you a second time. You'd do it yourself if you weren't so stunned, heart jackhammering out of your chest as you try to process what he just did.
There’s a pretty blush blooming across his cheeks, the tips of his ears most definitely hot to the touch. He goes to speak, lips parting on an inhale, but decides against it, opting to push back a stray hair from your forehead.
He doesn't kiss you again, and he doesn't say anything about it either. He just turns back to the TV, trying his hardest not to let his breath catch in his throat. He puts on a passive face, but underneath the mask, you know Megumi is nervous. Oh-so nervous that in trying to control his breathing, he forgets to stop the tremor in his hands. Lithe fingers toy with themselves in his lap, cracking knuckles that don't need to pop and wiping his palms on gray sweatpants.
It's your turn to stare at him, to wonder if you can ask all the questions racing through your head, like what the hell that was for and what he meant by it.
An explosion on the screen steals your attention for a split second, and when you turn back to the boy who just kissed you— the boy who is nervously fidgeting on your couch after the fact, you can't help the soft smile that tugs on corners of your mouth.
You don't say a word. Instead, you lean into his side, resting your head on his shoulder and pretending not to notice the tension leave his body.
Valentine's Day was always fun with Megumi, but this year feels a little extra special. Perhaps there was some extra love floating around just for the two of you.
💌 — :0 whaaa?! a letter?
i hope you enjoy this little drabble for the cutest holiday in the world. inspiration struck when i was daydreaming about my stupid bf, and i couldn't resist writing about him. also, i wrote this incredibly fast, so i'm sorry for the quality/any mistakes lol. happy valentine's day to all the lovely people in my computer screen. xoxo, somi <3
FUCK WHY IS HE SO PRETTY
hello! i hope you’re doing well. could i please request a megumi oneshot (fem reader) with some mutual pining, sharing a bed trope (i’m a sucker for those). you can chose the plot or it could just be plotless idm. thank you! ❤️❤️
wonderful annoyance
pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]
warnings : n/a
wc : 6.9k
a/n : anon i am SO sorry this took so long to get out TT i haven’t found a good time to work on this or write in general, i hope you still see this (probably not im so sorry @_@) anyways this got SUPER lengthy literally the longest piece ive written but i enjoyed where it was going and got distracted i hope u dont mind <3
another sigh.
you roll your eyes in annoyance from the thousandth sigh you’ve heard in the past ten minutes from the raven haired male seated next to you in the black car.
“oh could you stop sighing and be patient for once?”
megumi huffed, turning to look out the window on his side before sighing again and pulling out his phone from his pocket.
itadori, seated in the front passenger seat, was also scrolling through his phone, tapping his foot softly against the car to music playing in his headphones.
the three of you were currently waiting for two people - nobara, who overslept but was now on her way, and gojo, who had forgotten his sunglasses back inside his house.
the car you were all sitting in belonged to gojo as well, relatively small for 5 people to sit in, yet all of you rushed towards the address he had sent at 7 am on a saturday morning when he claimed it was an emergency and needed you all there fast.
however, when you reached the designated location, all three of you out of breath expecting to see a grueling scene of blood and fighting, you were instead met with your hyper teacher with a large bag jumping up and down excitedly in front of his home.
“we’re going on a trip!” he had yelled as megumi and you facepalmed, groaning at the same time while itadori gasped and started jumping with him.
he claims that it was a much needed celebration after one of the most difficult missions you all had completed the week before, but you all knew he was just lonely and wanted to have fun.
the car door suddenly pulls open on megumi’s side, catching all of your attention, greeted by a very confused looking nobara who sighed as she squished into the car.
you stifled a laugh as she basically had her behind shoved on megumi’s face and foot using his knee as a step stool, earning a yelp of pain from the male to which the both of you ignored.
“where’s the blindfold idiot? where are we even going?”
nobara, now squished into the space between you and megumi, plops her head down onto your shoulder with a yawn. the ginger haired female was never one to be a morning person, and neither were the rest of you.
except the dancing pink haired male sitting in the front passenger seat, happily grooving to whatever music was blasting in his ears.
“gojo says he forgot his glasses, he’s inside the - oh, there he is.”
the car door on the driver’s side opens, the grown male having to bend down a good amount just to enter the car.
“good morning my beloved students! how are we this wonderful sunny morning?”
gojo turns to face the three of you, flashing a bright smile with his black sunglasses perched low on his nose, awaiting your responses.
megumi yawned, resuming scrolling on his phone as if he didn’t hear him, and nobara drifting back off to sleep still on your shoulder.
feeling the slightest bit bad with the lack of response, you decide to break the awkward silence.
“uh, morning, gojo-sensei. but - where are we all going so early?”
he pouts for a moment before smiling at you, turning back to face front as he starts up the car.
“can always count on my favorite student y/n to talk to this old man! and as for where we’re going…”
he winks in the rearview mirror, the roaring of the car engines signaling it coming to life.
“it’s a surprise, of course!”
you sigh, not surprised in the least with his response.
“sensei, i’m hungry,” itadori had finally taken off his headphones, now placed around his neck. you feel the car finally start to move, driving off down the road.
“oh! i got a few meat buns for you all, here, they’re in the white bag.”
itadori excitedly rummages through the bag, pulling out a neatly wrapped bun, which looked pretty good and you hadn’t had anything to eat this morning either-
“y/n, nobara, megumi, take some or you’ll be too hungry.” gojo pats the white bag, motioning for the rest of you to eat.
you lean forward, taking one for yourself, your movement waking nobara up from her short nap.
“uhh — oh, the blindfold idiot is here. so where are we going?” she stretches her arms above her, cursing under her breath when it bumps against the car roof.
nobara spots the now unwrapped meat bun in your hand, quickly reaching forward to grab one for herself before taking a large bite out of it, letting out a hum of satisfaction.
“aw.. you guys really want to know that bad?” gojo sighs, turning around to face you all at a red light, pondering for a moment before grinning.
“okay! our first stop is the shopping mall, and we’ll head to the clothing store!”
“is going to the shopping mall...our vacation?” megumi speaks up with a look of disgust, to which gojo laughs.
“of course not, dear megumi! call it...a preparation for the later celebration.” the white haired sorcerer responds with a mysterious tone, turning back around as the light turns green again.
“hmm.. are we going to a fashion show?!” itadori exclaims happily, making the man next to him laugh heartily.
“oh, we all know who would come in first place if that was the case.” he dramatically strikes a pose, all four of you resisting the urge to puke in his car right then.
“sure, but we all know who’d come in last.” you snicker, stealing a glance at the raven haired male on the other side of the car, smirking when you see his glare towards you.
“as if you’d get a higher place than me with your looks.”
“what the hell did you s-”
“god - can you lovebirds take your argument somewhere else?! i’m trying to enjoy my meal here.”
nobara huffs, kicking megumi’s leg before turning to you, smiling apologetically as she feasts on her third meat bun.
“lovebirds - are you out of your mind?!” megumi stands up out of shock, bumping his head on the roof of the car, making everyone laugh at his flustered expression.
“oh dear, y/n, why don’t you check on your wounded lover? i’m sure he’d love some assistan-”
you throw an unopened meat bun towards gojo’s face, making him yelp and smirk at the red on your face.
of course, everyone thought there was something going on between you and that idiot from your constant bickering, and wouldn’t stop teasing you both once they found out.
it was definitely annoying.
...or not.
shaking the strange thoughts away, you quickly looked out your window, pretending to be immersed in the buildings and cars passing by.
if only you had taken another look at megumi that second, you would’ve seen he was feeling the same way.
-- -- --
“alright kids, we’re here!”
you looked at your surroundings, a tall, silver building coming into view to which you recognized as one of the largest malls in Japan.
all of you exited the car, immediately groaning at the blazing heat of the sun, wanting to quickly enter the building to feel the cool air of the air conditioner.
the mall was usually pretty crowded on weekends, but gojo managed to lead you all towards one of the large clothing stores to the - swimsuit section..?
“uh, sensei, why are we here..?” itadori widens his eyes at all the bikinis and interesting ... female clothing.
“to pick out clothes, of course!”
an idea pops into your head, turning around to face gojo. “are we going to the beach?”
gojo smiles widely, patting your head as he drags megumi and itadori to the male section. “you’re my smartest student for a reason, y/n!”
as they walked further away, you could hear megumi’s protests of not wanting to be here and itadori’s exclaims of wanting to stay in the female section.
“call me when you guys are done!” the loud male calls after you and nobara, disappearing on the other side.
the ginger female face palms at your teacher’s usual antics, before turning around and dragging your arm to search for bikinis.
“well, might as well enjoy ourselves, right?” nobara winks at you, already going off by herself towards the unlimited racks of clothing.
just then, you feel a vibration come from your pocket, pulling out your phone to see a text from no one but your annoying teacher and the group chat he created with all of you.
blindfold idiot : don’t worry about prices! get as much as you want, it’s on me! :)
you chuckle, although grateful that he was going out of his way to do so much for you guys.
looking around, you begin to search for your own bikini, visibly recoiling at some of the more revealing ones.
after an hour of painful trying on different sets of swimwear, you finally narrowed it down to between a dark blue and black two-piece.
deciding to find nobara to ask for her opinion, however she was nowhere in sight, until you heard a familiar shout behind you.
“oi y/n! what’s talking you guys so long?” itadori runs over with a pair of dark shorts slung over his arm, followed by gojo and megumi.
“oh - i don’t know where nobara went, but i’ve just picked out two that i’m still deciding on…”
gojo tilts his head to the side, already beginning to take the clothes from you. “why not just get both?”
you stop him, shaking your head. “no, it’s okay, just-”
“sorry guys! i’m done.” nobara rushes over, a dark red bikini in her hand as she beams brightly at you.
“did you pick, y/n?”
“uh, yeah, which one do you think is better?”
she hums, eyeing both sets for a moment, before her gaze was directed to something behind you.
“ah… get the dark blue one! i like the color.”
you wondered what was up with her weird tone, but shrugged it off and placed the black one back on its rack.
“okay kids! follow dad to checkout in the front!”
gojo marches towards the checkout section, all of you trailing behind him. it did look like he was your dad.
after paying for all of your clothes, you all make your way back to his car for the next place he was going to take you all to.
“woohoo! beach time!” itadori exclaims happily, gojo already starting the car and beginning to drive off.
“yup! it’s pretty close to here, won’t be a long drive.”
a grunt comes from the left side of you, followed by a “why am i even here,” making you exhale slowly to prevent yourself from landing a fist right in the middle of his face.
somehow you were now sitting in the middle of nobara and megumi, after nobara had hurriedly entered the car before you and took your previous seat, only winking in response when you raised a questioning eyebrow.
and coincidentally, she just decides to place her large white bag holding both of your bikinis in between you and her, leaving you no choice but to sit closer to the mumbling idiot next to you.
after a few minutes of bickering and shoving in the cramped space between you two, gojo finally announces that you’ve reached your destination.
“woahh!” the pink haired teenager excitedly runs out of the car, rushing ahead as gojo parks the car and the rest of you piling out along.
a wide area of beach stretches out alongside the peaceful ocean, littered with people enjoying their time under umbrellas or soaking in the sun. you watch as a group of teenagers bounce a volleyball back in forth in the water, laughter echoing in the sky when one of them trips and falls face first into the water.
“well, kids! feel free to get changed in the bathroom over there, i’ll wait for you all here!” gojo points to the bathrooms at the back, already stripping himself of his shirt, leaving him in only his shorts. he turns back to the car, pulling out multiple towels as well as a cooler he somehow managed to hide in the back of the car.
“you sure are prepared, aren’t you?” nobara laughs, while you take the clothes you all had purchased earlier and pulls out your own.
“all for my lovely students, of course! now go get changed,” he pushes you all in the direction of the bathrooms, to which all of you laugh at and head into your own respective stalls.
after successfully putting on your own bikini, you were glad nobara had picked this dark blue one for you. it might just become your favorite set, the way it fit you perfectly and the color was definitely prettier than the black one.
leaving the bathrooms, you feel the burst of humid air once again, sighing in relief when you feel the smallest breeze whoosh past you.
spotting gojo and itadori already standing by an umbrella and some towels on the ground, you start to make your way over to them before the sight of a familiar figure stops you in your tracks.
megumi, who had also just exited the bathrooms, wincing as the heat hit his skin.
his previous clothing all removed, save for a pair of blue shorts that you assumed he purchased from the mall earlier.
your eyes trailed along his now exposed torso, taking in the sight of his light yet defined abs, the results of his constant training, no less. his arms, usually hidden by the uniform’s long sleeves, flexed lightly in the sun as he shields his eyes from the brightness.
shaking your head profusely as you realize you had been shamelessly ogling over his body in broad daylight, he turns to you, eyebrows furrowed with a questioning expression.
“what are you looking at, huh?”
you roll your eyes, about to ignore him and walk away before you notice his eyes scan over your form as well, slowly trailing over your legs before-
he coughs, sputtering and turning away to adjust his line of sight somewhere not facing you, making you smirk to yourself.
but something felt weird. or rather, looked weird.
you tilt your head to the side, megumi’s shorts catching your eye as you process what looked so oddly… familiar about it.
it was dark blue.
the same shade of dark blue as -
your head whips down to your own two piece, and back to his shorts, and back to your own clothes.
even the design, the pattern on the sides of your set and his shorts were identical.
thinking back to when you were all back at the mall, you groan as realization hits you that nobara was the one who picked out this one for you.
she must’ve known it was a matching set when she saw megumi’s choice of shorts.
the male still standing opposite of you seems to have come to the same conclusion, mouth forming into an ‘o’ as his cheeks begin to tint pink.
pretending like you have no idea of the situation, you turn to head over to where the rest of the group was sitting.
“ooh y/n! you look great!” itadori cheers upon seeing you, waving to megumi who was just a few steps behind you.
“thanks yuji, you too,” you smile at the bright boy, who looked like he couldn’t wait to get in the water and bathe in the sun.
you catch nobara’s eye, raising your eyebrows in a way that says, ‘really?’ to which she just responds with a wink and a quiet laugh.
“well kids, go out there and have some fun! the old man is going to stay here and relax, just call if you need anything!”
with that, you all run off towards the water cheering, with a certain male grumbling as he follows along.
you feel the cold water reach your waist as you submerge deeper into the ocean, a pleasant contrast to the blazing heat on your upper body. an small occasional wave pushes you slightly, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by your friends as well as the cool water.
“hey y/n!” you hear nobara’s voice call your name from just a few feet away, turning around to answer, instead being met with a splash of water to your face.
after wiping your eyes from the liquid being splashed into it, you heard her giggle from across from you.
“is that how we’re playing now? perfect time for revenge then,” you smirk at her dying laughter, her arms already reaching up to shield her face from your attack, but was just a second too late as you throw a large amount of water at her.
“hey—! oh, it’s on-“ she coughs before quickly recovering and launching a water attack at you again, however this time you heard a familiar male cough and sputter right behind you.
“what the hell.” you turn to see megumi’s hair now wet with water dripping from the ends, his fingers running through the strands to move it out of his face.
your eyes trail lower, following the water droplets as it slides down his collarbone, then his chest, then his stoma-
“i want to join too!” itadori suddenly jumps at you three, the impact of his body against the water sending a large splash to all of you, making you laugh and resume splashing water at each other.
ready to send one particularly strong wave towards itadori, you suddenly feel your foot catch onto a hard object on the sand making you lose your balance as you trip forward, arms reaching out to somehow stop the impact.
ready to fall face first into the water, you feel a pair of rough hands grab your waist from behind, pulling you backwards mid-fall. regaining your balance again in the water, you become aware of your body being pressed up against a hard surface and the two hands that had saved you still gripping your sides.
turning around, you’re beyond shocked to recognize no one but megumi, lips parted slightly, panting with the same annoyed expression as he looks down at you, your faces mere inches apart. you could feel his heartbeat against your back, thumping at an unusually quick pace, almost matching your own.
swallowing the strange lump in your throat, you move away from him - immediately missing the temporary warmth he had provided with his body pressed against yours - and feel your cheeks heat up despite the cool breeze that was passing by.
“uh - thanks.. for that.” you managed to get out, avoiding making eye contact with him, looking at every other direction.
“tch. don’t be so clumsy. it’s annoying.”
he then turns around to walk away, leaving you with your mouth opened, shocked at the fact that he just called you annoying for tripping on a rock.
thank heavens for the darkening sky, making it difficult for you to see his blushing cheeks.
wait, dark—?
you look up at the sky, expecting to immediately look away due to the brightness of the sun, only to be met with a dark, gloomy sky with clouds moving over instead. in just mere seconds, it was almost like someone draped a large cover over the sky, making it completely dark on a summer day.
suddenly, a loud thunder crack could be heard in the distance, making every person that was in the water retreat back onto shore, panicking.
you feel droplets start to fall on your skin, getting heavier and louder as it started fully raining on the beach. all of you ran back to gojo, who was already packing up the things he brought, a worried expression on his usually calm face.
“get in the car, i’ll be there in a second.”
all of you obeyed, settling back in the car seats as raindrops continue to fall on the window, the patter of the droplets almost soothing if not for the occasional cracks of thunder echoing through the sky.
moments after, gojo enters the car again, sighing loudly as he hands you all towels to dry your wet bodies off. well, as best as you could in a cramped car with limited space to move.
“man, i did not expect there to be heavy rain today. the weather forecast didn’t even say anything about it.” you could hear the pout in his voice, disappointment obvious in his mood.
itadori shrugs, looking out the window at the few remaining people on the beach, packing quickly to get indoors.
“it’s okay, sensei! i enjoyed our time anyway. we should be thanking you for taking us here.”
gojo turns, smiling softly at the male seated next to him attempting to cheer him up, and lets out a large exhale before starting up the car.
“alright! although our time was cut short today, we need to get inside-“ he stops in his words, tapping his chin thoughtfully.
“actually, i can’t drive you all home in this weather. hm—“ he unlocks his phone, tapping a few times on the screen as his eyes scan over the contents.
“ah! there’s a great hotel pretty close to here, let’s just stay there for the night. make sure you tell your parents so they don’t worry, alright?”
the car begins to move, the windshield wipers moving across the window to clean the water off the glass. you pull your phone out to text your mom a quick note about your current situation, earning a reply from her to stay safe and call her if anything happens.
“gosh, it’s so cold,” nobara shivers from beside you, draping the towel over herself in an attempt to create some warmth for her exposed body.
you become aware of your own shivering, already itching to take a warm shower and change back into dry clothing.
the male next to you sneezes, sniffling softly after. gojo sends you all an apologetic look from his seat at the front.
“sorry kiddos, you can change back into your old clothes after a shower at the hotel- oh, we’re here.”
he parks the car in front of a tall, fancy looking building with seemingly never ending windows. you all run out the car and quickly make your way to the entrance, feeling the rain against your skin once again while clutching your belongings in your arms.
“whew… hello! i’d like to make a reservation for us five.” gojo walks up to the lady at the front with a smile.
“welcome, just one second please.” the woman types away on her laptop, keys clicking against her nails as she looks over available rooms for you guys.
“it seems like we only have two rooms with two beds, and one single-bed room, is that okay? we’ve been a little busy due to the rain.”
gojo looks back at you guys, pondering for a moment before nodding back at her. “that’s fine, thank you.”
“who’s going to be with who?” itadori questions, the rest of you wanting to know as well.
“hmm.. i’ll have to be in the single bed room, so…who wants to be together?”
“nobara and i could share one of the rooms,” you offer, since you were both females, it would only be right.
“uh… actually, i- promised to… show itadori this really cool trick!! with my … cursed technique“ she nudges, or more like shoves, itadori while her panicked eyes motion over to you and megumi.
“wha- OH-“ itadori gasps, clearing his throat as he laughs awkwardly. “yeah, and the trick.. is going to take a while— so it’s best if me and her are together!” nobara nods her head up and down quickly in agreement.
“um, we also have a special room with three beds if you are interested.”the woman speaks up awkwardly.
you cock an eyebrow at their weird behavior. “okayy… so, me, megumi and gojo in that one then, and you two in the other? since you seem pretty…excited to show this trick,”, already cringing at the thought of sharing the room with both of the most annoying people you know.
“NO!” they both protest at the same time, looking to each other in panic.
“the- uh, three bed room must be quite expensive! since it’s special, right? so let’s not spend too much of sensei’s money, and he can stay in the basic single room instead.”
nobara and itadori share a proud look, leaving even the hotel lady speechless, hands holding the room keys hanging in the air in the middle of handing them to gojo.
“so.. you’re saying i have to share with…” megumi finally speaks up, casting you a disgusted look.
“..her?”
you scoff at his rude tone, looking towards gojo for his response to this. surely he would disagree.
“uh- i agree! so it’s decided then, megumi and y/n in one, itadori and nobara in one, and me in the single room!”
you gape at his answer, already being dragged along towards the elevator to head up to your respective rooms.
“what?! i’m not going to sleep in the same room with this guy.”
you look at the three of them hiding in one corner of the elevator while megumi mumbles something about how he’d rather sleep outside in the rain.
the elevator dings! signalling that you had reached your floor. itadori, nobara and gojo step out quickly, leaving you eyeing them suspiciously as they try their best to avoid eye contact.
“it’s getting late, make sure to shower and head to bed, alright?”
gojo hands you your room key to the room you were going to share with him, and the other key to nobara.
“i still don’t get why i-“ you start to protest, before two doors slam right before you finish your sentence. the three of them had hurriedly entered their room right next to each other.
megumi grumbles from beside you, staring down at his feet. you two stayed in the hallway for a few moments in silence, already dreading having to deal with the other until the next morning.
sighing, you accept your fate and look at your room key number. 309.
the rooms were in consecutive order, gojo in 311, and the other two in 310.
slotting the key into the hole, you push the door open to reveal an average sized room, beige curtains covering the window on the far end of the room with another shut door which you assumed was the bathroom. it contained a large wooden closet for clothing and other belongings.
you hear soft footsteps follow you into the room, everything else silent besides from the door softly clicking shut.
you sit down on one bed, already taking out your dry clothing from this morning to prepare for your shower.
megumi, still standing in the middle of the room, looks around as if he was searching for something.
he walks over to the shut door, revealing a bright bathroom to which he turns back around and scans the room again, confusion evident on his face.
“what are you doing?”
“where’s the other bed?”
you raise an unimpressed eyebrow, clearly it was right ther-
you turn your head to the left.
then the right.
nothing.
to your left was the wooden closet, and to your right was… a wall.
“did the idiot give us the wrong key?” he grumbles, running a hand through his raven colored locks.
“i’ll go ask.”
you stand, making your way to the door and unlocking it, standing back again in the carpeted hallway.
walking up to room 311, you raise a fist and knock against the door. you decide to wait a couple seconds for a response.
no answer.
“sensei?” you knock again, louder this time.
still no answer.
you sigh, taking out your phone to call him instead. no way he fell asleep that quick.
three times you called, and it went to voicemail. maybe he was in the shower?
you decide to knock on the other two’s room this time, at least hoping to switch rooms with one of them.
silence, again.
even if one of them was showering, the other could answer...right?
groaning, you assumed they were just purposely ignoring you. they were always up to something, after all. it’s not like you were stupid.
“trying to purposely put me and this idiot in the same room…” you huff, accepting your defeat and retreating back to your room.
“none of them answered the door.” you sigh out when the waiting male sends you a questioning look.
“whatever. i’ll sleep on the floor or something.” he grumbles, yawning as he prepares to set his space on the ground.
you felt a little bad that you were the only one sleeping on a comfortable mattress, so the next words that came out of your mouth could arguably be the dumbest words that you’ve ever spoken before. you blamed it on the fact that you were tired and just wanted to head to bed peacefully.
“you know, there’s space for two people. it’s king sized.” you motion over to the large bed.
his eyes meet yours, and you could almost see gears turning in his head as he processes the offer.
“what?” was the only thing he said.
you swallow, moving one of the pillows in the dead center of the bed, creating a barrier for the two of you.
“you don’t get on my side, and i won’t get on yours. you don’t have to sleep on the floor, it’s not clean, anyway.”
his features twist into confusion, then disgust at the thought of sharing a bed with you, then… embarrassment?
before he could speak and make you regret your whole life any further, you decide to speak first.
“or- do whatever you want. i’m going to shower.”
you hurriedly grab your clean clothes and dash into the bathroom, locking the door behind you immediately.
what were you thinking? why did it matter to you whether he slept comfortably or not?
you’re probably just tired and in need of a hot shower, you think, stripping off your swimwear and hopping into the shower.
a relieved sigh leaves your lips, feeling the warm water splash against your skin as you bask in the feeling for a while.
after a while, you (begrudgingly) leave the warm water and dry yourself off, changing back into your shirt and pants.
upon exiting the bathroom, you notice megumi now leaning against the headboard of the bed lazily, one hand holding his phone as he scrolls through - god knows what.
his head shoots up when you walk out, clearing his throat as he stands up to take his shower.
“i’ll - sleep on the bed, too. the floor is too dirty, anyway.” he tells you gruffly, walking past you to the bathroom.
“oh, alright.”
when the bathroom door shuts, you flop onto the bed, hair still wet as your heart beats unusually fast from the thought of sharing a bed with your annoying rival.
deciding to dry your hair quickly before he comes out so you could pretend to be asleep when he gets in bed, you noticed the pillow barrier you placed earlier had been moved slightly towards his side, giving your side more space.
gulping heavily, you wondered if he had done that on purpose or if he had just unknowingly shifted it. and you wondered why your heart was beating even faster.
furiously shaking the weird thoughts away, you reached for the black hair dryer the hotel room provided to dry off your hair before he finished showering.
after a while, your hair was dry and you could hear the water in the bathroom come to a stop, signalling he was almost done.
you dive under the soft covers, body immediately relaxing into the clean, fluffy mattress. you have to admit it was a bit cold, as you were wearing shorts and the AC was on.
hearing the door click open, you instantly shut your eyes, pretending to be asleep to avoid awkward interaction with him.
heavy footsteps could be heard coming to a stop, you assuming he had noticed you were asleep.
a bag’s zipper, then the harsh blowing of the hair dryer for a few minutes, then finally the clicking of the lights turning off.
the bed’s weight sinked on the opposite side, feeling the covers lift for a moment before falling back down.
no knife could even make a dent in the thick tension currently in the room, awkward shuffling coming from his side of the bed followed by silence.
then more shuffling and kicking. you were beginning to get annoyed.
you flip over, seeing megumi now back in his regular clothing, the scent of the hotel shampoo strong in his hair. and he looked distressed. like always.
“what are you doing? stop kicking the blanket.”
he turns to meet your eyes, huffing as he looks away and lay back down onto his pillow.
“there’s...no space.”
you look over to his side, noticing that he was pretty much hanging off the bed with the amount of space he had. and then the amount of space between the both of you.
“i don’t have a disease, you know. you can move closer - just not too close.”
he seems to ponder your words for a moment, before shifting a centimeter closer to your side.
you sigh, deciding to let him do whatever he wanted, it’s not like you cared whether he fell off the bed in the middle of the night or not.
turning over once again to face the wall, you feel his legs brush up against yours for a second, sending goosebumps trickling down your own skin.
a few moments of peaceful silence passes, and you feel goosebumps litter your skin again. except this time it wasn’t from him touching you. you were freezing.
“hey… is there a way to turn the AC off? it’s k-kind of cold in here.”
you shiver, trying to pull the covers over you more, still feeling cold despite it being summer.
the male hums tiredly from beside you, looking around for a possible remote control to turn the AC down, but it was hard to see from his position on the bed, so he tosses the covers aside and gets up to look.
you watch as he walks around the room, opening drawers and checking in the large closet, but to no avail.
“check that drawer over there,” you motion to one wooden drawer he hadn’t checked yet, to which he opens and looks inside.
his eyes scan over the contents, lingering for a while as he searches.
“so… is it there?”
he almost jumps, like he was in deep thought and was suddenly interrupted, before shaking his head and shutting the drawer.
you sigh, disappointed as he crawls back into bed again, not sure if you could even fall asleep without shivering every two seconds.
megumi seems to move a little closer to your side, you notice, shrugging it off, thinking he finally realized he didn’t want to fall off the bed in his sleep.
“aren’t you cold?” you question him, eyeing one of his legs slung above the covers, and he was wearing shorts, too.
“no.”
“then give me the blanket.”
you try to tug it over more to your side, but he grabs it first and stops you. you tug on it again, and he tugs it back.
“you said you weren’t cold!”
“that doesn’t mean i don’t want it!”
you two begin to play tug of war with the blanket on the bed, trying to get it more on your own sides until one particularly hard tug on his side pulls you along towards him.
now, you two were mere inches apart from each other, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body from your close proximity. his light green eyes looking down towards your own, both of your breaths mingling together from panting from the constant tugging.
“w-we - there’s enough space for both, so-” he sputters out, letting go of the covers.
you let go as well, however now that both of you were completely under the blanket, your bodies were pretty much touching each other as well.
not that you minded as much - you were beginning to feel warmer due to his body heat and the full blanket. your cheeks were also oddly heating up quite a bit.
god did his body feel so warm against yours, you craved more of his heat, his warmth-
“what are you… doing?”
you opened your eyes, noticing that your head was now resting on his chest, his face red with his hands awkwardly in the air, unsure where to be placed. you had unknowingly moved closer to him while trying to be less cold, resulting in the extremely close position you two were now in.
“i-oh - sorry, i didn’t mean to-” you began to shift away, embarrassed and wanting to hide away and never come back out.
“wait-” he grabs your wrist suddenly, stopping you from moving away, the action shocking the both of you.
“i mean- you’re annoying, but it’s even more annoying if you keep complaining about being cold, so-” he clears his throat, trying to seem as unbothered as possible.
“so..?”
“- so you can move… closer.”
you gape for a moment, before nodding slowly and returning back to his body, head resting under his chin. you did feel way warmer in this position, and this way the two of you would be able to sleep faster, anyway.
surprisingly, you feel his arms unsurely wrap around your form, him letting out a relieved sigh when you don’t land a punch in his face for touching you.
his heartbeat in his chest sounds loudly against your ear, and you were sure that yours was just beating as fast in your own chest.
you never wished to leave this position, his arms wrapped snug around your waist, making you feel so secure and safe. beginning to feel yourself drift off to dreamland, you could feel the subtle touch of something against the top of your head, right before your eyes fluttered shut.
“..night.”
-- -- --
“ugh…”
cringing away from the sunlight flooding through the windows, you begin to stretch your arms from your place in the bed when-
“ow-”
your hand bumps against a hard object, turning quickly to see megumi’s face scrunched in pain, just above you.
his arms were still wrapped tightly around you and hair standing in all directions from just waking up. you stifled a laugh at his bed hair.
“what’s so funn-”
three knocks at the door almost made your soul jump out of your body, doing the same to the male beside you. you two hurriedly move away from each other, clearly it could be easily misunderstood if someone walked in and saw you two... together.
megumi drags himself to the door, answering it and almost falling backwards from three large figures shoving it open.
“morning megumi and y/n!” a familiar annoying voice calls out towards you, groaning when you see itadori, nobara and gojo enter your room.
“mmm, how’d you sleep last night? or… did you not get any sleep because you were too busy..?”
nobara smirks, flopping down onto the bed by your feet as you roll your eyes, not wanting to deal with her so early in the morning.
“did you sleep well last night, y/n?” gojo now stands beside you as well, winking from under his sunglasses.
you groan. “not you too.”
gojo laughs, the sound booming through the hotel room. “well, what do you say we grab breakfast downstairs together? i heard they have pretty high quality food here.”
itadori cheers, sitting down on the bed besides you, making you wonder how they were all this hyper in the morning.
“sure, i’m starving, actually. and- why is it so cold in here?” nobara shivers, looking around the room.
you sigh, motioning to the AC on the ceiling. “we couldn’t find the control to turn it off.”
“isn’t it right here?” gojo holds a small, white remote control in his hand, a wooden drawer opened besides him, indicating where he got it from.
wait-
“didn’t you say-”
you whip your head around to look at megumi, he had clearly checked that specific drawer you had asked him to yesterday, and said it wasn’t there.
he looks at you from across the room, shrugging before opening the door to the bathroom to prepare for the day. along with his last words before the door shut, you swore you saw the smallest hint of a smile tugging on his lips.
“guess i just didn’t look hard enough.”
WISH I COULD | love sick! gojo satoru + gn! reader | 1,995 words | fluff | mutual pining, hurt/comfort, very idiots in love trope-y
*:･ﾟ✧ summary: set around the time of the hidden inventory arc. gojo comforts reader after they've been injured on a mission, kisses it better. but he's a bit pathetically in love about it all. *:･ﾟ✧ warnings: mentions of canon - typical violence, minor injury
The damp air of the bathroom clings to your skin uncomfortably, making it hard to breathe. You lean on the sink, trying to steady your tired limbs. The buzzing noise from the LED and your laboured breathing becoming increasingly louder with each passing moment as the quiet feeling of unease spreads through your body. You take a swipe at the foggy mirror, trying to ground yourself and ward off the onslaught of panic that was sure to follow. Two bright red cuts - one between your eyebrows and one just below your right eye - mark your skin. They are quite shallow. Probably won’t leave a scar. But they sting just enough to make moving your face uncomfortable. And they will make for an annoying reminder of a night you’d rather forget for at least a few days.
Your hairs stand up at the change in temperature upon leaving the steamy bathroom. But the feeling is almost refreshing. You stretch your body down on the bed, clinging to your towel. Really, you just hope you are tired enough to drift off. Usually, the familiarity of your dimly lit room would provide a sense of comfort and safety. Tonight you find the silence more disturbing than anything, your eyes drifting to dark corners and the high windows. But every time you try to close them, you see the same flashing images. Its disfigured face. Sharp claws swinging too close to your neck, almost making contact. You’re not even sure if the memory is real anymore, and not just amplified and made worse by your distressed brain. But it feels real enough.
So you lift yourself off the bed, rummaging through your piles of clothes for something comfortable and clean to put on. Despite your general uneasiness you walk through the halls a bit slower than you normally would, your arms folded across your chest, gripping the loose t-shirt. Just outside, the trees are swaying in the wind, branches colliding with the windows periodically, making your skin crawl a little bit more each time. You don’t really have a destination in mind. It is late. In fact, you aren’t really sure exactly how late it is, but there is always a chance someone else might be roaming about. Maybe in the kitchen. Or by the vending machines.
You stop in front of a familiar door. It’s almost automatic, muscle memory. Your eyes trained on the door, you consider your options. He’s not exactly the most tactful of people, but you cannot stand the thought of spending another moment alone with your thoughts. You knock gently, praying he’s fast asleep but almost immediately the door cracks open.
“Uh, hey” Gojo was clearly caught off guard. Worn out sweater hanging off his broad shoulders, he looks cozy and you feel a stab of guilt for disturbing him. “What are you doing here anyway?” He chirps. You don’t want him to know about your near-failure of a mission. You just cannot bear his smug reaction and his smart-mouthed comments.
“Don’t tell me that semi-first grade gave you trouble?” Satoru has always had a talent for sniffing out weaknesses and he wasn’t one to hesitate or show restraint in his delivery. “I’m almost disappointed, you know.”
“Is it that hard for you to show some basic human empathy every now and then?” That was harsh. But you were disappointed in yourself, too. It shouldn’t have been such a challenging mission, but you hesitated, you pulled back. You felt that paralysing sort of fear that was almost foreign at this point, that you know cannot allow yourself to feel out there all alone.
His body shouldn’t be drowned by such a rush of guilt for simply stating the truth, yet it is. He finds no anger in your eyes. The usual curious glint replaced with dull exhaustion. Then he feels worse. He scrambles to find the right words but they simply won’t come. After all, he has never been good at this, so why would you expect anything else? But when he sees you, you, trying to steady your trembling limbs, pulling at the wide sleeves of your shirt to find some sense of protection, he wishes he was better. He wishes he knew what to say and what to do. “What happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Gojo doesn’t ask about your injuries. He watches you intently, noticing every small movement of your face and every twitch of a muscle. You don’t notice how his eyes soften, how his face is tense with worry.
“I just need some company, if that’s ok?” Need. It’s silly and maybe a bit selfish of him to be analysing your choice in words given the situation. But he can’t help the way his heart swells at the thought. You need his company. Need him. It’s not that he doesn’t usually feel needed. People need him every day. He’d argue they need him a bit too much sometimes. Well, what they need are his abilities, his strength, so they have no other choice. But you chose to come to him. The realisation makes him light-headed. His mind racing as he tries to regain his composure.
Suddenly he is too aware of the silence hanging heavy between the two of you. He doesn't trust himself to speak, so he just opens the door wider, stepping out of the way.
You brush past him, heading straight for his unmade bed. The room is doused in the mellow blue light radiating from the TV. Satoru kneels down to rummage through his disorganised drawer. There’s a familiar bright smile on his face as he turns to you, holding a few different DVDs. “I’ll be nice and let you choose the movie”.
“I don’t mind. Just pick your favourite.”
He narrows his eyes and squeezes his cheeks between long, slender fingers. Arms wrapped around your knees, you follow his movements. You watch as he fumbles with the case, mumbling about the dwarves and the elves, and grey and white wizards. Sparkling, wide blue eyes hold your gaze, are you listening? It’s amusing, the exaggerated hand movements, the animated facial expressions. His overwhelming presence lulls you away from the fear and uncertainty that had so completely overtaken your every sense.
Satoru doesn’t mean to ramble so much. But he’s so nervous and he cannot stop himself from explaining the plot of the film in great detail, making silly jokes that he knows won’t make you laugh. Suguru would tell him to shut up. Shoko would also tell him to shut up, but in a harsher, meaner way. But they’re not here to do that, and that’s exactly his problem. It’s not that the two of you don’t ever spend time alone, you do. You train together, eat lunch together, even go on longer missions together. Never like this though. You have never been so alone that he has to keep looking at you, can’t look away to still his dizzying thoughts or the blood rushing to his ears. It has never been so quiet that he could hear your rhythmic, shallow breaths, periodically interrupted by a huff in response to his nonsense. It’s so much more than he is equipped to deal with. “And then she takes off her helmet and sa-”
Of course he catches the pillow flying towards his face and snuggles it to his broad chest. He looks at you with pouty lips and wounded eyes. “Why do you always have to spoil every movie we watch?”
“Why do you always have to be mean?” He slumps his shoulders as he walks towards you.
The bed dips beneath his weight as he settles on it with outstretched legs and arms tucked beneath his head. You try to follow his lead but you’re too fidgety, suddenly overly aware of the heat radiating off his body. The way his chest rises and falls with each breath. The way his pretty eyelashes flutter. You realise then you have moved to your side, openly staring at him. You make no effort to stop yourself as the overdue exhaustion finally takes over. Your body feeling heavier with every passing moment, sinking deeper into the mattress.
The movie is just background noise to Satoru’s struggle for self control. He tries so hard not to look, to focus on anything but the way your body curls at his side but he just cannot. So he turns to look at your face. You’re so beautiful. He always thinks you’re so beautiful. When you look at him with stern eyes, arms folded over your chest, challenging him. When your mouth is pressed in a tight line at something that annoyed you. When you laugh with your nose scrunched up, trying to hold back cute little snorts. And he always wants so desperately to be closer to you.
Before his common sense can catch up with his body, he extends his hand, gently tracing the claw mark between your eyebrows. “Does it hurt?” Your watery eyes, heavy with exhaustion flutter open at the contact. “Just a little”. He hums in response as his hand moves to cup your face, his thumb inspecting the cut on your temple. The clean, soapy scent of his skin drowns your senses. He is so very close. And his hands are so tender, so reverent on your face. Blood rushes to your cheeks in embarrassment, and you hope he doesn’t feel your skin burning at his touch.
Wet lips part just slightly as he meets your gaze. His chest tightens and aches with these feelings that he cannot even begin to understand. All he knows is that, in that moment, you are the whole world. The rest of it fades to black, it’s insignificant. You are gravity.
“Can I kiss it better?” He really should be embarrassed about how absolutely pathetic he is being. But he cannot find it in himself to snap out of it. He needs to be closer to you. Closer than this. He needs to show you what he could never say. Not only because he would be too much of a coward to, but because he doesn’t know if the words he needs to say exist.
You can hear your heart pounding in your ears. But it is him that feels so raw and vulnerable, waiting for you pull away. To crash against you and not into you.
You nod. It’s small and reluctant but it’s there. You feel as though you might never move again as he inches closer to you. His lips hover over your forehead and you can feel his warm breath on your face. Strands of his hair tickle your skin as his thumb draws circles on your cheekbone. He hesitates.
He is crumbling at the sight of you. Eyes wide in anticipation, you feel so warm, so welcoming. And he tries to memorise every little detail. The way your soft skin feels underneath his hands, the smell of you slightly damp hair. The way your eyebrows knot just a tiny bit. The colour of your eyes. The way your eyelashes curl and move. He wants to remember it all. Just in case he never gets another chance to.
Then he kisses your injured face. His lips so soft and warm. It’s such a careful, caring kiss but so incredibly intimate. Your whole body trembles at the sensation. He kisses your temple too. And somehow he’s even closer. You can feel him with every particle of your being. You want to pull him into you, melt your body with his. You want him to consume you whole. But that’s not something you could ever say. So you smile into the crook of his neck, and you hope he knows that he makes everything better.
Not another word is said between the two of you as you let yourself succumb to overwhelming fatigue. Satoru doesn’t sleep for a single moment that night.
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