Suna Headcanons 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

rintarou suna who will sit for hours just barely letting his fingertips/tongue graze against your clit until your thighs are shaking and clenched around his head, begging him to do the job and just eat you out.

rintarou suna who waits til you’re crying and begging for his touch to finally ravage you like a starved man, thrusting his fingers and pistoning his tongue inside of you over and over, and when you beg him to stop and say it’s too much, he’ll say, “cmon baby, if you want me to stop you say red, you know that. whining isn’t gonna cut it, princess,” before diving back in for dessert.

gojo who accidentally puts up infinity when you overstimulate him.

he doesn’t mean to, its only a natural response to the overwhelming feeling that sends him twitching and yelping to no end. but then your hand is suddenly getting moved away from him by an invisible force, trying to shield him from the pain. and you just stare at him in surprise as he body heaves to catch a breathe.

his cock is a milky shade of white from how much he has cummed on himself, and you can’t help but find it cute and want to abuse it some more. so you glance up at him, pressing your finger as close as you can and purr his name.

it sends the white haired man snapping his head back to you. and even while he trembles and pants, he can see the look in your eyes. and so he gulps and hiccups an apology before focusing just enough to remove infinity.

alas he seems to regret it immediately as a pained cry is let out from when your hand wraps around his swollen, overstimulated tip. but at least he got you to coo at him for being so good.

[ last updated: 4/8/2024 ]

‧ ˚. PROFESSOR GETO SERIES ↳ Professor Suguru Geto is a renown ethics professor, and you're a straight A student whose GPA he's trying to ruin. You're more intent on making him see your brilliance -- but you get more than you bargained for, when the two of you learn about what you owe to each other.

‧ ˚. SATORU GOJO

seeing you tonight, its a bad idea right? | smut, fluff ↳ seeing your ex is always a bad idea, except when its satoru gojo.

bigger than the whole sky | angst, fluff, manga spoilers ↳ before his fight, you and satoru have an honest conversation about the future.

dessert before dinner | smut, fluff ↳ satoru can't wait to have you until you get back from the sister school event, so he plies you with sweet words until you agree to have dessert before dinner.

all's fair (in love and mergers) | long fic, smut, fluff, bffs to enemies to lovers ↳ you're not sure what's worse -- being an arranged marriage or being an arranged marriage with the person who used to be your best friend.

three's a crowd (ft. suguru geto) | long fic, au, smut, fluff ↳ professors satoru gojo and suguru geto rarely wanted the same thing at the same time -- that was until you.

bloodsucker | smut, dark ↳ you had avoided your ex for so long, only to run into him at a halloween party, and he's the same as ever but has his teeth always been that sharp?

got you | smut, dark ↳ satoru finally found you -- and he's not going to let you go this time.

is it over now | angst, fluff, smut ↳ suguru thinks the only way you'll leave him is if he lies to you about cheating on him - and it is. but turns out, you're not so easy to leave - for him and his best friend (ft. satoru gojo). "if you want, i can come inside?" | fluff, crack, domestic ↳ nobara spots gojo with a sorcerer she's never seen before and of course hijinks ensue (aka hearing gojo's english va (kaiji tang) say the above line in apothecary diaries and i lost my mind).

i wanna show you off | sugar daddy au, smut, fluff, slight angst ↳ when you accompany your friends to a bar rich men and women frequent, you catch the eye of a certain white-haired rich man, who is more than willing to spoil you

tastes sweeter on your lips | fluff ↳ on a rare day off, you decide to take care of the strongest sorcerer - with something very sweet.

the doctor is in | smut, fluff, au ↳ when you go to your annual check-up, you didn't think you'd be crushing on your doctor - or that he's conduct such an in-depth examination.

twenty-nine | fluff, angst, crack ↳ it's gojo's birthday, and he can't help but reflect on what birthdays have meant to him over the years, especially the year you decide you don't really want to do anything for his birthday (but it turns out you do).

sit in my lap | fluff, crack, domesticity ↳ you and satoru take your daughter to see santa at the mall, and satoru proves that he's just as much of a match for his daughter, as he is for you.

just a little longer | fluff, angst ↳ after geto defects, you find yourself on a roof of a building wondering where things went wrong - and you're not the only one.

sweet nothing | fluff, angst ↳ satoru always comes running home to your sweet nothings -- except this time.

lower your guard | fluff, smut, au, longfic ↳ after the gojo family receives threats to their lives, you're hired to protect the heir to the company, satoru gojo - you just didn't realize how charming the rich heir would be - and just how hard it would be to resist his advances. don't want any other shade of blue but you | fluff, smut, fake dating, longfic ↳ you can't help but say yes when your longtime crush asks you to be his fake girlfriend for a year to get the gojo clan to stop arranging marriage proposals for him. but little did you know, he would be doing both of you a favor. love means to say goodbye | multi-lives au, fluff, smut, angst, jjk manga spoilers ↳ "would we love each other in every life?" it's the question you asked satoru the night before his battle, and he replied that, of course you would. but did that promise create a curse -- or were you both always cursed to begin with when it came to love? yakuza fiance (ft. suguru geto) | smut, yakuza au, fluff, threesome ↳ you had no patience for the yakuza lifestyle your grandfather had -- you wanted to live a normal life, but when it leaks that your grandfather is in talks to have you engaged to one of two yakuza heirs -- you realize you're in deeper than you thought -- especially when they both fall in love with you.

‧ ˚. SUGURU GETO

meant to be | smut, dark ↳ when Suguru defects, he asks you to come with him -- but he's not going to take no for an answer.

three's a crowd (ft. satoru gojo) | long fic, au, smut, fluff ↳ professors satoru gojo and suguru geto rarely wanted the same thing at the same time -- that was until you.

is it over now (ft. satoru gojo) | angst, fluff, smut ↳ suguru thinks the only way you'll leave him is if he lies to you about cheating on him - and it is. but turns out, you're not so easy to leave -- for him and his best friend

might hurt | fluff, crack ↳ suguru's popularity is truly a curse, especially when he gets hit on right in front of you. luckily, you both know how to handle those situations.

i just want to fuck all night | smut, fluff, sex pollen ↳ after swallowing a curse, geto finds his body in an uncontrollable state of arousal, and who better help him cure it than you?

would it be enough if i could never give you peace? | fluff, angst, smut ↳ suguru's birthday spent with you is like a dream -- the perfect day spent in bliss, but what happens when the dream has to come to an end?

yakuza fiance (ft. satoru gojo) | smut, yakuza au, fluff, threesome ↳ you had no patience for the yakuza lifestyle your grandfather had -- you wanted to live a normal life, but when it leaks that your grandfather is in talks to have you engaged to one of two yakuza heirs -- you realize you're in deeper than you thought -- especially when they both fall in love with you.

‧ ˚. KENTO NANAMI

no regrets | hurt/comfort, fluff, angst ↳ when nanami is injured from his fight with mahito, you're sent to pick him up. and both of your careful avoidance of your feelings for each other comes crumbling down.

armed and dangerous | smut ↳ nanami's arms were always so nice around your throat, but you never tried having his arm between your legs before, until.

good girls get backshots | smut ↳ nanami has always been a gentleman, but he finally decides to play rough and mark you up -- at your request.

five times nanami wanted to propose but didn't | angst, fluff, smut ↳ nanami wanted to propose to you so many times - but it was never the right time, and then, there was no time left.

best part of my day | fluff, domesticity ↳ on a bad day, you give nanami just what he needs, and remind him why you are truly the best part of his day.

all the time in the world | fluff, hurt/comfort ↳ after shibuya, nanami lets you tend to his burns and have an honest discussion about what happened there and what it means for your future. but i'm a fire (and i'll keep your brittle heart warm) | fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, au ↳ throughout your years of jujutsu tech, you take care of kento, whether its a wound from a curse or a simple cut his finger -- and when he returns he finds you still ready to take care of him -- even after shibuya.

‧ ˚. YUTA OKKOTSU

↳ coming soon :)

‧ ˚. CHOSO KAMO

it's a need | hurt/comfort, smut, fluff ↳ after you take an attack meant for him, choso can't seem to understand why -- so you show him just how important he is to you.

hey emo boy! | fluff, smut, au ↳ saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic?

best friend's brother is the one for me! | fluff, au, smut, bedsharing ↳ you've been asked whether you and yuji are together a million times - but the truth is his brother is more your type -- so what happens when you end up sharing a bed one night?

‧ ˚. RYOMEN SUKUNA

paint the town red | smut, dark, au ↳ you've always been a goody two shoes -- or so your friends say -- so what happens when you decide to do the first bad thing you've ever attempted and try summoning a demon -- and it actually works?

jealousy, jealousy | smut

which of the men whimper | smut

spooning the dilfs | fluff

jjk men and if they're good at singing | crack

househusband suguru

househusband nanami househusband gojo (1) (2) (3)

mindreader nanami

geto swallowing a aphrodisiac curse

gojo - maybe in another life

guitarist! suguru x opera singer! reader (1) (2) (3)

frat boy! suguru x nerd! reader (1) (2) (3)

curse! suguru (1) (2) (3) bringing suguru back to life

songs of longing - pt. 1 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

gojo satoru ft. suguru geto

synopsis ⋆˙⟡ gojo watches from the sidelines as you fall in love with his best friend, grappling with the whirlwind of emotions upon realising his feelings for you. in the wake of your lover’s passing, he wrestles with his yearning to confess his love, feeling torn between honoring his loyalty to suguru and pursuing his own desires.

chapter contents ⋆˙⟡ angst, fluff if you squint hard enough, mild violence (sparring with geto)

notes ⋆˙⟡ it’s finally out! the first part to my mini series and probably the longest thing i've written in a long while so i hope you guys like it! i'm also gonna be pretty busy in the coming weeks but i'll try to get the remaining parts out asap

enjoy! ‧₊˚✩

gojo is first introduced to you when you're seven years of age, a year his junior, all winsome and toothless as he chases you through the corridors of his expansive abode.

his pale blue yukata flutters in the wind, giving life to the pattern of dragonflies that decorate the fabric. the pitter patter of feet on mahogany echoes through the hallways, your laughter a vast contrast to the otherwise solemn calm.

the gojos were one of three esteemed jujutsu sorcerer families, and perhaps the most regimented of the bunch.

for every new batch of sorcerers brought into the world, there came a need to celebrate. it was tradition for gatherings to be held in recognition of the approaching generation, typically hosted by one of the three main families.

despite its optimistic intentions, you felt nothing but the palpable atmosphere of tension between families, evident in their ice-cold stares, and faux smiles. what it really was, was an opportunity for gossip, whispers of which clans had succeeded in birthing capable heirs, and which had not, weaving their way through conversations and sparking the flames of speculation.

you had long since grown bored of listening to your parents engage in small talk with the other families, having left the crowd of people, marveled by the sheer size of the gojo residence.

your fascination with the unfamiliar territory had you tiptoeing around the labyrinth of passageways, passing by a few rooms, some of which had been left open wide enough for you to peek inside.

an odd looking keychain lying haphazardly on the floor catches your attention as you wandered the halls. you moved to pick it up, dangling it in front of your face to get a closer look before continuing on. it was then that you’d felt a presence close by, turning a corner and peeking out from behind a wall in hopes of uncovering the source.

it was a boy, no taller than you were, with silver hair and cerulean eyes, staring right back at you. he seemed apprehensive as he took a step forward, and you guessed that the toy had belonged to him.

you grinned cheekily as you took off, grasping the little thing in your hands as the boy gave chase, bringing you to the present moment.

“give it back!” he demands, and you turn to see him hot on your tail.

“i will!” you yell back, holding the toy above your head and slowly coming to a halt, raising your arms in surrender, “i just wanna see how it works!” the toy in question being a small rectangular device, translucent with a keyring hanging off one end. it had three little buttons alongside a small window of a screen.

"what is it?" you ask, baffled, your lips forming an 'o'.

the boy rolls his eyes as he stomps over to you, pointing at the toy. "that's a digimon virtual pet," he says matter-of-fact, crossing his arms over his chest to try and seem intimidating, unsure of your intentions.

you fiddle with the buttons, watching the pixels dance on screen to form little creatures. “woah,” you gawk in childish wonder, the boy allowing himself a moment to relax, intrigued by your genuine bewilderment.

“cool, huh?” he raises a brow, eyeing you from head to toe, and when he doesn’t sense any form of ill intent from you, he takes a step closer.

you pay him no mind, watching enthusiastically as a creature comes on screen, leaving a swirl of black pixels in its wake. “it’s pooping,” you giggle, bringing the device up to his face to show him as if it weren’t his to begin with. “look!”

he laughs, truly amused by your blitheness as he takes the device into his hands. “if you think that’s cool,” he pauses, fidgeting with the toy, “watch this!”

the suspense has you hovering over his shoulder on your tippy toes, watching as the little creatures stand in opposition, the words “battle” filling the screen.

“satoru,” another voice calls out, both of you whipping your heads to find a young woman clad in a yukata, her pale complexion complimenting the snowy white fabric of her garment. she gestures for him with a gentle flick of the wrist, a smile gracing her features

pretty, you think to yourself.

the boy turns back to you and shoves the toy somewhere within the folds of his yukata, and you almost miss the small pout tugging at his bottom lip. you find yourself mirroring his disappointment, knowing you’d have to part ways with your new friend.

the woman turns to face you, her affectionate smile radiating a warmth that makes your heart flutter. “you too, little lady,” she adds, and you perk up, exchanging a look of excitement with the boy as he extends a hand out to you.

“come on,” he beckons, and you reciprocate the gesture, placing your little hand in his before shaking it.

“i'm gojo satoru,” he tells you, keeping his gaze ahead in an attempt to seem stern and confident, like a grown up. but he flashes you a boyish grin when you tell him your name, both of you trailing behind the woman as you make your way back to the hall.

——————

four years later, gojo tells you that you’re his best friend, his cheeks flushed and his gaze averted.

you've come to witness the effects of his stringent upbringing as the era’s strongest sorcerer, his family's uncompromising nature being the main factor.

it was always training first, second, third; then whatever fleeting pockets of time he had left were spent trying to live as much of a normal childhood as he could.

it's no wonder he can be a little stoic at times, overtly disciplined for his age. he’s slowly growing out of it though, thanks to your influence and the incessant need to break him out of his shell.

“you’ve got all the time in the world to be boring when we’re all grown up,” you’d said to him.

he's grown about half a head taller than you since the time you first met, not entirely sure when that had happened, but you continue to hope that you'd get there too.

you're humming a tune, cotton candy in hand as you navigate through the throng of people, bright lights and festive music filling your senses. satoru follows closely behind you, busying himself with what was likely to be his third mizuame of the day.

“what a time to be alive,” you breathe, enjoying the gentle breeze on your skin.

your friend hums in agreement, pulling back the sleeves of his navy yukata to avoid getting them dirty. unsurprisingly, the sweet tooth has his hands (and mouth) full.

you love going to festivals, never failing to take it up as an opportunity to dress yourself in pretty garments, all the while indulging in the many treats that lined the streets of japan.

the both of you take turns deciding on what to feast on next, stopping at almost every yatai and ogling at the mouthwatering fares. you don’t miss out on the games either, always somehow turning it into a competition between the both of you.

he wins, of course. every single time, much to your dismay.

you tut, popping a dango into your mouth as the boy walks alongside you, his hands brimming with the prizes he's won. you hadn't even noticed it getting darker, the sun having set behind the clouds, the canopy of night adorning little flecks of white that light up the sky.

you slow, noticing a crowd of people stopping to peer up at the sky, the words “fireworks” reaching your ears. your grumpy expression soon washes over, an ear-splitting smile taking it’s place as you whip your head to face your puzzled looking friend.

“it’s starting, it’s starting!” you squeal, buzzing with excitement as you grab onto his arm, careful not to squeeze him too hard as you lead him to a good spot atop a small grassy hill.

you make it just in time as the velvety sky erupts into a mix of bright colours, booms resounding from the fireworks above. your mouth hangs open in awe, wide eyes reflecting the vibrant colours illuminating the sky.

satoru smiles, his boyish grin spreading across his face as silver strands dance around his forehead. “so cool,” he almost whispers, clearly enjoying the show just as much as you are.

“aren’t you glad i brought you along?” you ask, a proud smile on your face.

satoru taps a finger to his chin, humming as he pretends to think. “maybe,” he drawls.

“well, you’re welcome,” you say, smugly. your response has him rolling his eyes, sticking out his tongue to let out an exaggerated blegh. you reach up to flick his forehead, but find yourself stopping a mere few inches away from his face, pushing against the repulsive force of his infinity that keeps you from reaching him.

“that's not fair!”

“it's okay to admit you're jealous, y'know. i won’t judge."

"dick."

you take it back, you much preferred it when he was quiet.

"thank you," he says more seriously now, still keeping his gaze fixed on the sky. his words are enough to knock you out of your annoyance as you turn to face him.

he finds your gaze, and there's a softness in his eyes, something you don’t see very often, the explosion of colours in the sky reflecting off his face like a watercolour painting.

he looks away again, and he’s thankful you can’t see the tinge of pink that tints his cheeks under the low lighting.

pretty, you find yourself thinking, just as you had years ago. but you’d never tell him that. he doesn’t need the ego boost.

“for being my best friend.”

you're used to his usual attitude and snarky remarks, but it's always a little surprising whenever he gets like this, seemingly out of the blue.

you almost miss it, his words coming out in a soft murmur. you blink once, twice, opening your mouth to say something but you’re at a loss for words. your heart swells with something you’re not entirely sure of, but thankfully, gojo clears his throat, returning to his usual boyish demeanour and saying, “can we get back to the food now?”

——————

time seems to fly as you both find yourselves in your first year at jujutsu high, accompanied by two other students in your year; a brunette with short, tousled hair, accentuated by a subtle beauty mark beneath her right eye. the other was a taller male, similar in height to satoru, his long, dark hair often pulled back into a bun. his ears bore the faint stretch of black gauges, adding an edge to his appearance.

you don't know when you first started to notice, but you liked talking to geto; his voice was mellow, a soothing lullaby to your ears. you’ve got a (not so small) crush on him, you’ll admit, finding comfort in his presence like a warm blanket that shielded you from the cold.

he's so different, yet similar to your white-haired friend all at the same time. the latter had taken a liking to him rather quickly. despite all the bickering, they share an underlying endearment, with gojo looking to him as a kind of moral compass.

the four of you had been training together for the last couple of months, today being no different as you take turns sparring each other on the school field.

shoko takes her usual spot under a tree, perfectly content with sitting out. you don't mind it though, knowing combat wasn’t something she’s ever really been interested in, given her role as your team’s resident healer.

"c’mon, we don't have all day!" satoru nags, round tinted glasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose, a new thing to help keep him from overexerting his six eyes.

they’re stylish and fitting for him, you think.

"you ready?" geto asks, snapping you out of your train of thought.

"’course i am," you bite back, playfully. he responds with a smile, and your breath hitches in your throat. damn it.

"loser pays for dinner!" gojo chimes in, shoko echoing after him as he signals the start of your fight.

you roll your eyes, lunging towards your opponent. he doesn't even flinch, stepping aside to summon a low-level curse, which you'd anticipated. you ground yourself before jumping onto it’s back, slicing through the curse with ease and taking the opportunity to push forwards.

your fists collide with geto's as you concentrate on throwing strategic punches, all the while avoiding his. it's hard keeping up, his ability in close combat eclipsing your own. your muscles scream for relief, your body growing tired from the previous matches you’ve had as you leap back to catch your breath.

suguru fixes his posture, inky strands sticking to his forehead, “payin’ for dinner again today?” he teases, and you huff.

“second time in a row!” gojo adds, pursing his lips in a mock kissy face as he wriggles his arms.

you ignore his antics, rushing towards geto once more, sliding yourself between his legs and catching him by surprise as you land a kick to his back. the force has him stumbling forwards and you grab hold of him, preparing to take him down.

in your eagerness, you don’t see a curse he’s summoned as it tackles you to the dirt, leaving you stunned momentarily.

when did he-

the next thing you know, suguru has his hand up against your throat, his fingers ghosting over the skin of your neck to signal the end of your match. you’re praying he doesn’t see the way your face burns a bright red as he lends you hand, pulling you up to your feet with ease.

“gotta work on paying attention,” he says, with that damn smile of his that gives you butterflies. you do nothing but nod, concentrating on steadying your heartbeat as it thumps loudly in your chest.

you pat down your uniform, swiping away the blades of grass that had clung to the fabric, jutting out your bottom lip in a small pout. suguru seems to notice, as he always does, sighing before ruffling your hair.

“we’ll split the bill.”

you look up at him, surprised. you open your mouth to protest, but satoru cuts you off, coming to rest his elbow on your shoulder as he coos.

“oh my hero!”

geto tuts, looking to you as he gestures to gojo, “how’ve you managed to stay friends for so long?”

“bribery,” you say, watching as vivid blue eyes narrow, moonlit eyebrows furrowing in tow, “lots of it.” he scowls with his mouth wide, letting out a loud, “hah?”

——————

“wouldn’t it be weird?”

“nah, why would it?”

“we’re in the same team and all,” geto sighs, leaning back against the bench with an arm propped up on the backrest. “didn’t you practically grow up together?”

satoru shrugs, casually taking a sip of his cola. normally, he’d be the one asking for advice, although he rarely heeded any of it. “i mean, yeah,” he nods, “but you like her don’t you? i’d say to just go for it.”

for reasons unbeknownst to the sorcerer, something in him sinks and with another swig of his carbonated beverage, he swallows the feeling. suguru’s right, you did practically grow up together, your relationship akin to that of siblings, of course he’d feel a little perplexed about his best friends dating each other.

that’s probably what it is.

“i’ll take care of her,” suguru says, his gaze fixed on the floor and voice laced with conviction. satoru’s thankful for the reassurance and smiles, leaning back and bumping a fist to geto’s chest.

“i know.”

part 2 in the works ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

FOR YOU : viking!bkg masterlist

— 18+ content, minors dni, if your age isn’t on your blog dni, aged up, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, viking themes are light and inspired, modern language.

— chronological order, everything is under the #viking bkg tag

001 — WAITING FOR YOU 10.5k

your new fiancé is ruthless, rude and stupidly gorgeous. after being forced into an engagement with him to keep peace between your villages, you need to find some way to get along or at least come to an understanding. it happens quicker than you think once you catch him bathing in his private lake.

002 — BEST FOR YOU 4.4k

after a reconciling evening in the lake, you find yourself spending your first night in your fiancé’s bedroom.

003 — DIE FOR YOU 8.2k

your fiancé, chief of the strongest village, doesn’t believe you can protect yourself so when returns from a raid, he makes you prove him wrong.

bf! suna rintaro who has a polaroid of you and him in his phone case. he takes a lot of pictures of the two of you, there is always proof of your relationship, but this one was by far his favourite.

you're on the couch, facing him and sitting pretty on his lap. one of your arms drapes lazily on his shoulders while your other hand carresses his cheek. there are cliché red solo cups scattered on the floor, the smell of cheap vodka and poorly rolled blunts only making you want to hold your boyfriend closer. bass thumping in your chest, you tilt your head to whisper in his ear over the music but suna interrupts your soft "love you" with a nod to someone else. you turn your upper body, lips parted and face flush, only to be met with a blinding flash. "y'all make me SICK," atsumu gags, moving the camera down to reveal his face and rolling his eyes while he waits for the photo to print. "BYE atsumu. thanks." your boyfriend shoos, jutting out his hand to receive the little polaroid that then atsumu presses into his hand annoyed. "ungrateful ass" he mumbles with a disappointed shake of his head, and you giggle as he gets distracted by another photo opportunity. you snatch the picture out of suna's hand and he tsks but a blush spreads quickly across his cheeks. the photo must have been good. your head was turned, staring down the barrel of the camera, lips swollen and lipgloss melted and smeared. one of your eyes was red, not unlike the lipstick stains you kissed into suna's jaw that one of your hands held. his were around your hips, but the photo couldn't capture how he was rubbing his thumb up and down your skin. your boyfriend was staring at you with red cheeks and his usual smirk was replaced with a genuine smile that said it all. you have this boy in loveeee ugh 😭

ᵎᵎᵎ ִֶ ࣪ ⊹ ֶָ ، 𓂅 the song that was playing at the party : nikes by frank ocean

Inumaki sends voice notes of him saying “shit yourself” to the guys who comment underneath your selfies btw

My beloved 🤍

long distance relationship tobio who unconsciously releases pent-up sexual frustration by exercising more, so every time you see him he's in unbelievably good shape. sculpted by the hands of god, cover of a fitness magazine, turning heads in the street kind of good shape. this in turn results in you not being able keep your hands off of him, and therefore you spend practically your entire limited visit together fucking, which means when he goes back to work he's sexually frustrated. rinse repeat

tomura tries to sneak out of your apartment one morning before you wake up, because he has to get all the way back to his apartment before his dad shows up to take him to a 9AM yoga class.

god forbid he be forced to explain:

a) why he slept over at an apartment that was not his own to his father (toshinori would be calling wedding venues and asking his assistant to look into your ring size before they'd even made it to the yoga studio)

nor b) the fact that he was going to a fucking yoga class at 9 o'clock in god damn the morning with his dad, to you.

he slips out of your bed soundlessly, moving as carefully as possible not to wake you. it pains him to do it. really, it does. your sheets are warm, and soft, and smell like you. and you're still there resting so peacefully, tucked under them, breathing soundly with your face burrowed into the collar of his hoodie that you'd worn to bed the night before. you look so pretty like this, tomura had spent at least half an hour just staring at you while he was laying next to you in your treacherously comfortable bed, and would have happily spent another hour more doing it.

there are very few forces on earth that could tear tomura out of bed like this, but the mortifying prospect of having to explain to his over-enthusiastic father that he has a girlfriend is certainly one of them.

he creeps out of your room and into the bathroom, splashing some cool water on his face and using the lotion that you keep next to the sink that makes his skin feel so nice. you started buying a bigger bottle lately, now that the two of you are both using it, and you never mentioned it but tomura still noticed when the little tube was replaced by a larger version of the same product. next he reaches for the toothbrush that he's started keeping next to yours, double checking the hour on his phone to make sure he wasn't running out of time.

he contemplates stealing one last peek at you in bed before he leaves, but he knows that if he doesn't leave now he won't have time to change his clothes before his dad shows up outside his place, so he heads straight to your front door once he's done in the washroom.

you're standing in his path before he can get to it.

you've got a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, but he can still see the soft skin of your thighs where the hem of his hoodie hangs peeking out from underneath the edges of it. there's a little frown tugging the corners of your mouth down.

tomura freezes in his tracks.

"going somewhere?" you ask him, your voice quiet and a little bit hoarse from sleep.

oh, fuck.

"morning," he mumbles, a bit nervously, as you pin him in your stare.

"it is," you reply, as though agreeing with him. "early, even. so why are you sneaking out of my apartment like a burglar?"

tomura rakes a hand through his sleep-mussed hair. "i, uh, gotta be somewhere."

"you have to be somewhere?" you repeat, a bit incredulously—like the words don't quite compute. you don't seem mad at all, just thoroughly bewildered by the whole strange situation. "tomu, we went three rounds last night and you're awake before two PM on a weekend. are you okay?"

"'course i'm okay," he rushes to get out, tripping over his words.

"did I like... do something? or is there someone el—"

"are you kidding?" tomura's voice cracks and he wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole. he reaches out and grabs the edge of the blanket you have wrapped around you, his fingers twisting into it desperately. he knows you can't possibly—can't reasonably—think that he's seeing anybody else when the fact that he even landed someone like you is an honest to god miracle. the kind of underdog success story they make multi-part docuseries on.

tomura groans, shuffling forward and resting his forehead against your shoulder as he snakes his arms underneath the blanket around your frame to hold you close.

"you're being weird, tomu," you say quietly, brushing your fingers through his hair and letting your nails drag lightly against his scalp in that way that makes him want to shiver.

"fuck, I know, I know,"—he buries his face further into the crook of your neck, breathing in shakily—"'m not being sketchy or anything."

"you are," you remark lightly. "it's not that I don't trust you, I'm just confused."

tomura mumbles something, but the words are lost to the skin of your throat.

"what was that?" you ask.

tomura steels his nerve and takes one last long breath buried against your warmth. he pulls away and faces you.

"I have to go to a yoga class with my dad."

he loses his nerve about halfway through his admission, his eyes flickering away from yours to a point on the wall just above your front door, as a violent heat surges through his cheeks.

"a yoga class?"

he knows it sounds ridiculous. it is ridiculous. it may have been more believable to tell you he was going to hook up with someone el—

"why didn't you just say that?" your laughter cuts through his spiralling thoughts like a morning alarm.

his gaze snaps back to you, only to find you smiling softly.

"you... you're not...?" tomura isn't even sure what he's going to say. mad? surprised? convinced he's lying?

"i mean, i've noticed you've been looking kind of toned lately, but honestly i thought it's because we've been fucking so much," you scrunch your nose up a little. "yoga makes sense on both counts, though."

you turn and look across your apartment to the clock hanging on the wall.

"what time's your class?" you ask him, suddenly worried that this impromptu interrogation may have made him late. "i didn't mean to—"

tomura grabs either side of the blanket wrapped around your shoulders and tugs you forward, pressing his mouth to yours while your lips are still parted in speech.

(he doesn't make it to class that morning after all.)