Richard Grayson x Jealous! reader
Lots of angstđI hope whoever requested this is happy.
Gotham was always alive, even in the dead of night. The city that never slept had a heartbeat of its own, its dark alleys and towering buildings all wrapped up in a never-ending cycle of crime and hope. But tonight, it was too loud, too close, and your thoughts kept racing in directions you couldnât control.
You sat on the balcony of Dickâs apartment, staring out at the sprawling skyline, your fingers nervously tracing the rim of the coffee cup in your hands. The air was crisp, cool against your skin, but it couldnât quell the heat in your chestâthe gnawing jealousy, the hurt, the confusion.
He had promised heâd be home soon, but you already knew what that meant. Soon meant hours. It always meant hours. He was always out there, fighting in the shadows, protecting Gotham with the teamâBarbara included.
Barbara.
You could never escape her. She was always thereâsomewhere in the background of every conversation, every story, every mission. It wasnât like you didnât trust Dick; it wasnât like you didnât know how much he loved you. He did love you, didnât he?
But the way he looked at her⌠the way his smile lingered when her name was mentioned, the way his voice softened when he talked about her intelligence, her strength, the way they fit together in a way you would never understandâit all ate away at you, bit by bit. Every moment you shared with him, you felt the echo of her presence. It wasnât enough anymore. You werenât enough.
You heard the door creak open behind you, but you didnât turn. You couldnât bring yourself to face him, not yet. Not when your heart felt so raw, so exposed.
"Hey, beautiful," Dickâs voice broke through the silence, and you could hear the exhaustion in it. You could always hear it when he returned from patrol. "Youâre up late."
"Couldnât sleep," you said softly, avoiding his gaze as he stepped closer, his warm presence filling the space around you. You couldnât help it; you still felt the pull to him, even when it felt like you were slipping further away.
"Everything okay?" Dick asked, his hand resting gently on your shoulder, a simple gesture that once brought comfort but now only seemed to remind you of the things you couldnât escape.
You didnât answer immediately, unsure how to voice the weight pressing on your chest. "Howâs Barbara?" you finally managed to whisper, your voice so small you almost didnât recognize it.
Dick frowned, confusion etching his features as he sat beside you, his arm brushing against yours. "Barbaraâs fine, same as always." He paused, looking at you, his expression softening. "Why do you ask? You know sheâs part of the team. Sheâs⌠sheâs family."
You clenched your hands around your cup, trying to steady your breath. "Yeah. Sheâs family," you repeated bitterly, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You felt his hand tighten on your shoulder, but you couldnât look at him.
"Baby, whatâs going on?" His voice had a gentle pleading edge now, a hint of worry in his tone. He didnât get it, did he? He didnât understand how much it hurt to see her so effortlessly wrapped around his life.
"Do you ever think about her?" You heard yourself ask before you could stop. "I mean, really think about her? The way she⌠she doesnât have to try to be in your life. Sheâs already there."
Dick blinked, clearly startled by your words. "What are you talking about? Of course, I think about her. Sheâs been through a lot, babe. Sheâs part of my world. But youâre in my world now. Youâre the one Iâm with. Youâre the one I want."
His words were soothing, but they didnât feel like they were for you. They felt like empty promises, like things he was saying because he didnât know what else to say. Your heart twisted painfully in your chest, and you couldnât stop the tears from falling.
"I donât want to be second place," you whispered, barely able to hear yourself over the rush of blood in your ears. "I donât want to keep feeling like Iâm competing with someone whoâs already everything to you."
Dickâs eyes softened, and he reached for you, pulling you into his arms, but you stiffened. He didnât know how to fix this. He didnât know how to make you feel like you mattered more than she did. Because to him, you did matter, but to you, it always felt like Barbaraâs shadow loomed over everything you did together.
"Youâre not second place," he said quietly, but there was uncertainty in his voice now. "Youâre everything to me, beautiful. Please, believe me."
You wanted to believe him. God, you wanted to believe him so badly. But how could you, when every time he spoke of Barbara, his eyes lit up with something you would never have? How could you believe him when you saw the way his smile lingered when she was around, the way he held her a little too long, the way he called her family, as if that was supposed to make it better?
"I see the way you look at her," you whispered, your voice breaking. "I see the way youâre different with her. Sheâs the one whoâs always been there, Dick. She doesnât have to try to be a part of your world. Sheâs already in it. Iâm just⌠Iâm just the girl who gets to spend a few hours with you before you go off again."
"Baby, please," Dickâs voice cracked, and he pulled you closer, his arms tight around you as if he could hold all your pain in that single embrace. "I love you. Youâre not just a few hours. Youâre not just an afterthought. You mean everything to me. I swear, I only want you."
But the more he whispered those words, the more you felt like they were just⌠words. They didnât change the fact that you would never be her. They didnât erase the history they shared, the years of partnership, of friendship, of everything that made her so deeply ingrained in his life.
"Iâm so sorry," you whispered, your tears falling freely now, soaking his shirt. "I donât know how to be enough for you when sheâs always going to be there."
Dick stayed silent for a long time, and when he finally spoke again, it was soft, almost like he was afraid of breaking something inside you. "You donât have to be enough for me, sweet heart. Youâre already everything. But I donât know how to make you see that. I donât know how to make you believe me."
You pulled away from him, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, feeling too small, too fragile. "I wish I could believe you, Dick. But I donât know how. I donât know how to keep pretending that Iâm not just a shadow in your life, living in her light."
Dickâs expression faltered, his blue eyes filled with pain and confusion. "I donât want you to feel this way. I never wanted to hurt you. But I donât know how to fix thisâŚ"
You looked at him for a long moment, the ache in your chest unbearable, before you whispered, "Maybe you donât need to fix it, Dick. Maybe you just need to let me go."
He stared at you, eyes wide, as if he hadnât heard you correctly. "What?"
"Iâm tired of feeling like Iâm competing for your love," you whispered, voice breaking. "Iâm tired of being second place. I donât want to be the girl who always comes after her. I want to be enough, but I donât know if I can keep pretending anymore."
The silence stretched between you, suffocating. And when Dick reached for you again, you couldnât bring yourself to meet his gaze.
"Please, babe," he begged, his voice raw. "Please donât say that. I love you. I need you."
You shook your head, turning away from him, your heart breaking in a way you couldnât put into words. "Youâve always needed her more, Dick. And I⌠I just canât keep living in her shadow."
As the door softly clicked shut behind you, you knew it was over. And maybe, somewhere deep down, you had always known it would be.
Masterlist
characters: choso kamo, hiromi higuruma, kento nanami, mei mei, ryomen sukuna, satoru gojo, shoko ieiri, suguru geto, takuma ino, toji fushiguro, utahime iori, yuki tsukumo, and yu haibara
CHOSO KAMO
major: psychology
â˘Â choso is that mysterious upperclassman people whisper about but donât really know. heâs always seen alone or with a very small circle, never making unnecessary conversation.
⢠some people are intimidated by his serious expression, but in reality, heâs just deep in thought most of the time. those who do get to know him realize heâs incredibly kind and protective.
â˘Â heâs the kind of student who takes his studies seriously, not because he cares about grades but because he values knowledge. he has an old-school approach to studyingâ handwritten notes, library research, and a preference for quiet over digital distractions.
â˘Â he has a small, quiet off-campus apartment that feels more like a sanctuary than a studentâs place. itâs tidy, minimalist, and filled with sentimental objects, like old books, photos, or little things that remind him of his brothers.
⢠his fridge is always stocked with homemade meals, and he prefers cooking over eating out.
â˘Â he spends a lot of time in quiet placesâ bookstores, parks, or the campus greenhouse. he enjoys activities that keep him grounded, like painting, journaling, or practicing meditation.
⢠he also has a strong interest in martial arts and trains regularly, though he doesnât brag about it.
â˘Â heâs not one for parties or big social gatherings, but if his closest friends ask, heâll goâ mostly to keep an eye on them.
⢠heâs the guy who stands off to the side, arms crossed, silently observing but ready to step in if needed. he doesnât make small talk, but when he speaks, itâs always something insightful or meaningful.
â˘Â professors respect him because heâs a serious student, though they wish he participated more. he listens intently in class but rarely raises his hand.
⢠when he does speak, his answers are so well-thought-out that the entire class goes silent. some professors think heâs intimidating; others recognize that heâs just reserved.
â˘Â he has a deep, soothing voice that makes people listen when he speaks.
HIROMI HIGURUMA
major: political science/pre-law
â˘Â hiromi is well-respected but not overly social. heâs the guy people go to for adviceâ whether itâs about legal studies or just life in general.
⢠some students fear him because of his serious demeanor, but once you actually talk to him, heâs incredibly fair and thoughtful. heâs got that "tough but kind" vibe that makes people trust him immediately.
â˘Â heâs always at the top of his class, but not because he wants recognitionâ he just genuinely believes in what heâs studying. heâs the guy who finishes exams early but sits there, double-checking his answers while everyone else struggles.
â˘Â he has a neat, quiet off-campus apartment that looks surprisingly cozy. his space is filled with law books, neatly organized files, and just enough personal touchesâ probably a few framed photos, a well-stocked liquor cabinet, and an expensive coffee maker.
⢠his place is never messy, but you can tell when heâs stressed because legal briefs start piling up on his desk
â˘Â when heâs not buried in legal cases, he enjoys classical music, fine whiskey, and quiet nights reading. he has a lowkey love for noir films and classic literature.
â˘Â heâs the type to stay up late working on a case brief but will still wake up at 6 am sharp the next morning.
⢠he has a habit of going to bars alone just to sit in a corner, sip his drink, and think about life. if heâs really stressed, heâll take a long drive at night while listening to jazz or old rock.
â˘Â heâs not a party guy. you wonât find him at wild events, but if he does go, heâs the one quietly observing, sipping his drink, and making sharp but insightful comments about peopleâs behavior.
⢠he prefers small, intimate gatherings where discussions actually mean something. that said, if someone drags him to a party, heâll tolerate itâ but donât expect him to dance or do anything ridiculous.
â˘Â professors adore him because heâs brilliant, respectful, and actually engages in meaningful discussions. heâs the student they trust to handle debates maturely and lead group discussions without turning them into chaos.
KENTO NANAMI
major: finance
â˘Â nanami is respected, not feared or idolized. everyone knows heâs insanely competent, but he doesnât go out of his way to stand out.
⢠heâs the guy students ask for help with coursework, but he will not let you copy his workâ he believes in earning your grades. professors trust him to lead group projects, and heâs the sole reason some people pass certain classes.
â˘Â he definitely tutors struggling students, but only if theyâre serious about learning.
â˘Â heâs the type of student who has his entire academic career planned out to the letter. he takes meticulous notes, sits in the same spot every class, and actually reads the syllabus.
⢠his gpa is flawless, but itâs not because he enjoys studyingâ itâs just efficient to do well.
â˘Â he lives off-campus in a clean, well-organized apartment with modern furniture and precisely one personal touchâ probably a nice coffee setup or a bookshelf stacked with actually good literature.
⢠his place is never messy, and he has a strict routine for cleaning. his fridge is full of actual food (no instant ramen here), and he cooks proper meals like a fully functional adult.
â˘Â nanami unwinds with quiet hobbiesâ reading or listening to jazz while drinking real coffee (not the burnt cafeteria sludge).
â˘Â he secretly enjoys baking but wonât admit it because itâs "not practical."
⢠he goes to the gym, but not for funâ just because itâs necessary. he also enjoys quality entertainmentâ classic films, well-written novels, and actual music, not the overplayed stuff on the radio.
â˘Â heâs not anti-social, but he does have a low tolerance for nonsense. he has a small, close-knit group of friends he actually trusts.
⢠he goes to parties maybe twice a year, and when he does, he immediately regrets it. heâs the guy standing in the corner with a drink, watching chaos unfold, and making scathing remarks under his breath.
â˘Â he refuses to drink cheap beerâif heâs drinking, itâs going to be good alcohol.
â˘Â professors adore him. heâs the student they wish all their other students were like. he submits assignments early, leads class discussions, and actually cares about learning.
⢠heâs probably the type to debate professors respectfully when he disagrees with something. if a professor is incompetent, though? heâll silently judge them for eternity.
MEI MEI
major: business administration
â˘Â mei mei is famous on campus. sheâs known for being gorgeous, brilliant, and ruthless when it comes to money.
â˘Â she never does anything for freeâ need tutoring? pay up. want a favor? whatâs in it for her?
â˘Â sheâs the type of student who doesnât waste time with unnecessary coursework. she excels in every class but never overworks herselfâ she does the bare minimum required to get top grades and makes it look effortless.
â˘Â sheâs the student who somehow always has the right answers but rarely ever looks like sheâs paying attention.
â˘Â mei mei lives off-campus in a luxurious apartment that looks straight out of an interior design magazine. everything is sleek, modern, and expensive. she has zero clutter, an actual wine collection (despite still being in college), and a ridiculously comfortable bed.
â˘Â sheâs never in a rushâ her mornings are smooth and aesthetic, and she somehow always arrives places looking flawless.
â˘Â her entire mindset is "i have all the time in the world."
â˘Â she definitely has side hustlesâ investing in stocks, flipping designer items for profit, or even casually running a secret gambling ring on campus.
â˘Â she enjoys expensive hobbies like high-stakes poker, fine dining, and traveling for no reason. she also loves making money in the easiest way possibleâ if she can get paid for doing nothing, she will.
â˘Â mei mei is always invited to parties, but she only shows up if it benefits her. if sheâs at an event, sheâs chilling in vip, drinking top-shelf liquor, and watching other people make a mess of themselves.
â˘Â she doesnât actively seek out friends, but people gravitate toward her. she prefers intelligent companyâ if you bore her, sheâll immediately lose interest.
â˘Â professors respect her, but sheâs also deeply frustrating because she rarely puts in visible effort. sheâs the student who negotiates grades, convinces professors to curve exams in her favor, and somehow always gets extensions without anyone questioning it.
â˘Â she never does emotional labor for freeâ if youâre venting to her, you owe her something later.
RYOMEN SUKUNA
major: history
⢠sukuna is infamous. everyone knows of him, but few actually know him. some fear him, some admire him, and some want him (even though they know itâs a bad idea).
⢠heâs the type of guy who walks into a room, and the entire atmosphere shifts. professors loathe him because heâs too smart for his own good, but they canât technically fail him because heâs always right.
⢠heâs annoyingly brilliantâ aces every class without trying, writes ruthless essays, and argues with professors just to prove them wrong. he rarely takes notes, yet he remembers everything, and if he ever does write something down, itâs probably just to mock the lecture.
⢠he could charm anyone if he tried, but he enjoys being feared instead.
⢠he has a sleek, expensive off-campus apartment that looks straight out of a luxury magazineâ dark aesthetic, minimalist furniture, and not a single speck of dust. everything in his space is either expensive, dangerous, or both.
⢠his kitchen? barely used. his bedroom? looks like a villainâs lair. his couch? somehow the most comfortable thing youâll ever sit on.
⢠he has expensive hobbiesâ high-stakes poker, fine whiskey tasting, maybe even fencing just to flex. heâs into classic literature but will never admit it.
⢠if heâs not reading, heâs either at the gym casually lifting twice his body weight or going on reckless, borderline illegal night drives.
⢠sukuna does not do small talk. if youâre not interesting, you donât exist to him. he doesnât have âfriendsâ in the traditional senseâ more like acquaintances he tolerates or people who amuse him.
⢠if he does like you, though, youâre protectedâ not because heâs sentimental, but because youâre his, and he doesnât share.
⢠he never loses bets. if he does lose, he definitely cheated.
⢠every professor hates how effortlessly brilliant he is. he corrects them in lectures, ignores deadlines but still submits flawless work, and only participates in discussions to intellectually humiliate someone.
⢠some fear his presence in their class because they know heâll challenge them.
⢠he always smells expensiveâ think deep, musky cologne with hints of spice.
SATORU GOJO
major: theoretical physics
â˘Â gojo is legendary. everyone knows him, whether because of his ridiculous antics, insane intelligence, or sheer charisma.
â˘Â heâs ridiculously smart but never takes class seriously. heâs the student who barely shows up, flirts with professors for fun, and still somehow gets top grades. his essays are either brilliant or completely off-topic because he got bored and started rambling.
â˘Â if heâs losing an argument, heâll just switch to a completely different topic to confuse everyone.
â˘Â he has a high-end off-campus apartment because thereâs no way heâs dealing with dorm life.
⢠his place is way too nice for a college studentâ minimalist but stylish, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a fully stocked fridge (except he mostly orders takeout). he has a collection of expensive sunglasses, and his bed is obnoxiously big for no reason.
â˘Â he has an obscene amount of money for a college student, but no one knows why or how.
â˘Â he spends his free time causing chaosâ pulling pranks, sweet-talking his way out of trouble, and randomly deciding to start new hobbies just to master them effortlessly.
⢠heâs really into arcade games, expensive desserts, and photography (but he only takes dramatic, artsy pictures of himself and his friends). heâs also weirdly into conspiracy theoriesâ not because he believes them, but because he finds them entertaining.
â˘Â he will absolutely buy expensive desserts for his friends "just because."
⢠gojo is everywhere. heâs at every party, every event, and somehow in every social circle. heâs the type to befriend both the most popular people on campus and the quietest nerd in the library.
⢠at parties, heâs either dancing on a table, starting a drinking contest, or dramatically announcing his presence like a celebrity. he never gets blackout drunkâ heâs always the one causing the chaos, not suffering from it.
â˘Â he never waits in linesâ he just charms his way to the front.
â˘Â professors despise how naturally gifted he is because he never takes anything seriously. heâs the type to argue with them for fun, correct their mistakes, or write an entire essay about how their syllabus is boring. some admire his intellect, while others just want him to shut up for five minutes.
SHOKO IEIRI
major: biology/pre-med
⢠shoko is the chill but scary smart girl. sheâs laid-back, sarcastic, and gives off an effortlessly cool vibe. people know of her but donât approach unless necessary because she looks perpetually exhausted.
⢠sheâs the go-to person for medical adviceâ half the student body has probably asked her for help with random injuries or hangovers.
⢠sheâs terrifyingly good at diagnosing people just by looking at them.
⢠she has a small off-campus apartment thatâs mostly clean but has a permanent "organized chaos" vibeâhalf-empty coffee cups, scattered medical textbooks, and a pile of scrubs that she swears sheâs going to fold.
⢠she has a cat that just showed up at her apartment one day, and now theyâre roommates.
⢠she barely spends time at home since sheâs always at the library, the lab, or sleeping in random places on campus.
⢠if she does have time off, sheâs either smoking outside a coffee shop, watching true crime documentaries, or napping.
⢠she has a morbid sense of humor and enjoys dissecting medical cases like itâs light reading. she also has a soft spot for stray animals and will 100% stop to pet any cat she sees.
⢠if you text her with a medical question at 3 am, she will answer it correctly but also judge you.
⢠she barely goes to parties, but when she does, sheâs the one holding a drink in one hand and tending to someoneâs drunken injury with the other.
⢠sheâs friends with gojo and geto by default but pretends to be exhausted by their antics (even though she secretly enjoys them). sheâs the friend who texts "bring water" at 2 am and then disappears for a week.
⢠she gives the best advice but in the most unserious way possible.
⢠professors love her intelligence but wish sheâd apply herself more. sheâs the student who disappears for weeks, then shows up and gets the highest score on the exam.
⢠she has a reputation for being bluntâ if a professor says something dumb, she will call them out, but only if sheâs in the mood.
SUGURU GETO
major: theology
â˘Â geto is an enigmatic intellectualâ the type of person who speaks once in class and leaves everyone rethinking their entire worldview. heâs well-respected but keeps his social circle small.
⢠some students are lowkey intimidated by him, while others admire his wisdom and composure. he has a quiet but undeniable presence wherever he goes.
⢠he writes insanely well and can turn in a last-minute paper that sounds like a published thesis.
â˘Â he has a minimalist off-campus apartment thatâs almost too clean, with shelves full of philosophy books and a neatly arranged tea set. He keeps his space serene, like a personal sanctuary.
⢠everything is in its place, but thereâs a stillness to his apartment that makes people feel like they shouldnât disturb it.
â˘Â he enjoys reading, meditation, and really long walks where he just thinks. heâs deeply interested in different cultures, philosophies, and spiritual practices, and he will have a long discussion with anyone willing to engage.
â˘Â he prefers tea over coffee but will graciously accept a high-quality espresso.
⢠he also enjoys traditional tea ceremonies, calligraphy, and subtly flexing his knowledge of obscure topics.
â˘Â heâs not a party person, but heâll go if the right people invite him. he prefers deep conversations over mindless socializing, so if heâs at an event, heâs in a quiet corner having a profound discussion while sipping tea or whiskey.
â˘Â he has a habit of standing on balconies and looking unnecessarily dramatic while lost in thought.
â˘Â professors admire his intellect but sometimes feel like heâs too insightful. heâs the student who challenges the class material in a way that makes everyone feel deeply uncomfortable.Â
⢠some professors genuinely enjoy his perspective, while others donât know how to handle his quiet, piercing observations.
â˘Â he gives the best advice, but only if he actually thinks you need it.
â˘Â heâs a silent but deadly presence in debatesâ heâll let others argue, then quietly dismantle their entire point with a single sentence
TAKUMA INO
major: communications
â˘Â ino is the underdog everyone loves. heâs friendly, loud, and always trying his bestâ sometimes too hard. heâs the type of guy who gets involved in everythingâ sports, clubs, random student eventsâ but never actually commits long-term.
â˘Â people like him because heâs genuinely a good guy and is always down to help out (even if he has no idea what heâs doing).
â˘Â heâs the guy who tries really hard in class but isnât necessarily top-tier academically. he takes decent notes, studies at the last minute, and somehow manages to scrape by.
â˘Â heâs always determined to do better but gets easily distracted by literally anything more interesting than his textbooks.
â˘Â he has a notebook full of terrible pickup lines.
â˘Â he definitely shares an on-campus apartment with at least one roommate, and their place is chaotic but functional. thereâs always a broken chair, a fridge full of leftover takeout, and a gaming console permanently hooked up to the tv.
â˘Â his room? messy but livableâ random clothes everywhere, half-drunk energy drinks on his desk, but somehow he knows where everything is.
â˘Â heâs obsessed with the gym and probably does some kind of martial arts on the side. if heâs not training, heâs either gaming, watching action movies, or failing miserably at cooking.
â˘Â he tries to meal prep but always ends up just eating ramen instead. he also gets way too invested in fantasy football or any kind of competitive game.
â˘Â he genuinely believes that protein shakes and energy drinks count as "a real meal."
â˘Â ino is the guy you call when you need a last-minute wingman. heâs at every party, every game night, and somehow gets along with everyone.Â
â˘Â he loves being around people, even if they tease him for being a bit of a himbo. heâs the type to hype up his friends, carry drunk people home, and absolutely lose his mind over karaoke.
â˘Â he gets way too competitive over dumb things, like rock-paper-scissors.
â˘Â professors like him because he participates and actually tries, even if heâs not the best student. heâs the guy who raises his hand to answer a question but gets it slightly wrongâ but everyone appreciates the effort.
â˘Â some professors pity him because he clearly stresses over exams but never fully prepares.
â˘Â if he loses a bet, he fully commits to whatever embarrassing thing he has to do.
TOJI FUSHIGURO
major: business
â˘Â toji is that guyâ half the school doesnât believe heâs actually a student, and the other half wants to be him or be with him. heâs the shady upperclassman people whisper about, the guy who never shows up to class but somehow gets credit.
â˘Â professors hate him, but thereâs nothing they can do because he technically meets the minimum requirements. some suspect he makes money through illegal meansâ whichâŚÂ theyâre not wrong.
â˘Â he never studies, barely shows up to class, and still somehow passesâ either through luck, bribery, or ridiculous test-taking skills.
â˘Â toji refuses to deal with dorm life. he either rents a cheap apartment or crashes with someone when heâs between places. his living space is minimalist by necessityâ a mattress on the floor, a mini fridge stocked with beer and takeout, and one chair thatâs definitely stolen from campus.
â˘Â he doesnât need a fancy placeâ he spends most of his time anywhere but home.
â˘Â toji always has a hustleâ gambling, underground fights, fixing things (for a price), or finding things people lost (also for a price).
â˘Â he has a gambling addiction but refuses to admit it.
⢠if heâs not working the system, heâs at the gym, betting on something shady, or sleeping (because this man is chronically exhausted from his questionable lifestyle).
â˘Â he doesnât have "friends"â he has connections. people know him, people owe him, and people fear him. if he does let someone close, itâs because theyâre useful or entertaining.Â
⢠he doesnât go to partiesâ he runs them. if he does show up, itâs purely to make money, cause trouble, or steal someoneâs date.
â˘Â professors hate him. heâs smart enough to pass but lazy enough to frustrate every professor who knows he could do better. he never shows up to office hours, barely participates, and has probably gotten into multiple arguments with faculty members.
⢠the only reason they havenât kicked him out is because they canât prove heâs doing anything wrong.
UTAHIME IORI
major: education
â˘Â utahime is the reliable upperclassmanâ the kind of person professors trust and underclassmen go to for advice. sheâs well-liked but also has a zero tolerance policy for nonsense.
⢠sheâs the one who tries to keep things orderly in chaotic situations (like when gojo inevitably does something dumb), but it doesnât always work.
⢠sheâs a hardworking and responsible student who actually studies ahead of time (unlike some of her chaotic friends). she takes meticulous notes, color-codes everything, and is probably the unofficial mom of every group project sheâs in.
â˘Â she has perfect handwriting, and people always ask to borrow her notes.
â˘Â she has a cozy off-campus apartment with a warm aestheticâ think soft lighting, scented candles, and way too many blankets. her place is always tidy, and sheâs the type to invite friends over for tea rather than go out to loud parties.
â˘Â she has a tea collection that could rival an actual cafĂŠâs inventory.
⢠she definitely has a cute little balcony garden where she takes care of plants like theyâre her children.
â˘Â she loves music and probably plays an instrument (piano or violin, most likely). in her free time, she enjoys reading, visiting cafĂŠs, and going to quiet nature spots to relax.
⢠sheâs the type to stress-bake, meaning her friends always have access to homemade treats.
â˘Â she also stress-cleans when sheâs overwhelmedâ if you walk into her apartment and it smells like lemon-scented cleaner, sheâs definitely frustrated.
â˘Â sheâs not a party girl but will attend events only if she trusts the people there. if she does go to a party, sheâs the responsible one making sure no one does anything too stupid.
⢠sheâs the friend who remembers everyoneâs birthdays and plans thoughtful surprises.
â˘Â professors love her because sheâs responsible, respectful, and takes her studies seriously. sheâs the kind of student who asks insightful questions and actually cares about what sheâs learning. if a professor is unfair, though, she will call them out (politely but firmly).
YUKI TSUKUMO
major: anthropology
â˘Â yuki is that upperclassmanâ legendary, unpredictable, and impossible to pin down. sheâs known for showing up to class once every two weeks but still acing everything.
⢠if thereâs a student protest, sheâs leading it. some people worship her, others think sheâs too much, but everyone knows her name.
â˘Â sheâs banned from certain campus events for stirring up too much chaos.
â˘Â sheâs insanely smart but does not follow traditional academic rules. sheâs the type to write a brilliant essay at the last second while sipping a drink at a bar.
â˘Â she has a loft-style off-campus apartment that looks like it belongs to an eccentric geniusâ random books scattered everywhere, half-finished projects lying around, and somehow, it all works.
⢠her fridge is mostly empty except for beer, instant ramen, and one healthy thing she forgot about weeks ago.
â˘Â sheâs always traveling, hiking, or getting involved in some wild adventure. sheâs the type to randomly disappear for a weekend trip without telling anyone.
⢠she loves motorcycles and probably works on one in her free time. if sheâs not outside, sheâs either deep-diving into conspiracy theories or passionately debating something over drinks.
â˘Â she will offer people rides on her motorcycle just to freak them out.
â˘Â yuki has zero social anxiety and can talk to anyone. sheâs the type to crash a random groupâs table at a cafĂŠ and somehow leave with three new friends.
⢠sheâs always at the center of fun, whether itâs an underground party, a debate club event, or a spontaneous road trip. if you hang out with her, expect chaos.
â˘Â she always has the best stories, like "that one time i accidentally joined a secret rave in another country."
â˘Â most professors are deeply frustrated by her because she refuses to conform to their academic expectations. others recognize her genius and just let her do whatever she wants.
⢠sheâs the student who writes an entire research paper challenging the class material and somehow gets an a.
â˘Â sheâs impossible to beat in a debateâ she thrives on proving people wrong.
â˘Â if she calls you at 2 am, itâs either for a life-changing conversation or because sheâs about to drag you into something ridiculous.
YU HAIBARA
major: kinesiology
⢠haibara is the social butterfly of campus. heâs friends with everyoneâfrom professors to the random guy who sits in the back of the lecture hall.
⢠heâs the type to remember baristasâ names, help people move their stuff, and always have an extra pen for classmates. people love him because he radiates warmth and positivity.
⢠heâs the kind of student who genuinely enjoys learning and makes class fun for everyone. heâs not a straight-a student, but he tries his best and makes up for it with enthusiasm.
⢠heâs the guy who shows up to class with a coffee, a big smile, and zero notes, yet still somehow manages to pass.
⢠he always has gum, snacks, or a spare charger on him.
⢠he shares a lively on-campus apartment with at least one roommateâ his place always has something going on, whether itâs a game night, random people stopping by, or just music playing in the background.
⢠his room is messy in a controlled chaos wayâ laundry in a pile, books scattered, but he swears he knows where everything is.
⢠heâs super active and probably part of multiple clubsâ sports teams, volunteer organizations, or even student government (not because heâs super political but because he likes people).
⢠he has zero sense of direction but refuses to admit it, so he always gets lost on campus.
⢠heâs the type to randomly drag his friends on outdoor adventures, like hiking or spontaneous road trips. he also definitely watches dumb reality tv and gets way too emotionally invested.
⢠haibara is the life of the partyâ heâll drag you onto the dance floor, challenge someone to a friendly drinking game, and somehow make friends with everyone by the end of the night.
⢠heâs the guy who hypes you up at karaoke and makes sure no one feels left out. he sings horribly but will still belt out songs with full confidence.
⢠if you text him "iâm sad," he will show up at your door with snacks and bad jokes.
⢠professors love him because heâs genuinely engaged in class. even if heâs not the best student, he makes discussions fun and actually cares about learning.
⢠heâs the one who gets participation points just for making the class laugh. some professors wish he took things a little more seriously, but they canât dislike him.
⢠he gives the best pep talks and hypes up his friends constantly.
Ominis Gaunt deserves to have droves of poetry written about him. He deserves flowers and chocolates. He should be cuddled. His s/o should gently drag their fingers across his cheeks and jaw in the glow of soft candlelight. His should be kissed with tenderness.
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Sebastian Sallow needs to be gagged, grabbed by the hair, and bitten.
Sebastian :
Ominis :
(this is made using AI. the voices aren't real. i don't own any of this)
I put my voice, over this edit pt. 2
Want your own? Order my voice here -
I saw a lot of people being horny in the tags of my post about Miguel's fangs but I forgot to mention that they are extremely venomous...
He has "claws" but not from his nails, they grow from his finger pads instead (these "claws" are also on his feet and toes btw) that he uses to climb surfaces because he's not sticky like other spider people.
He has red eyes.
Miguel has organic webbing.
He doesn't have a spider sense.
Miguel bought his suit at a Dia de Los Muertos festival (it usually has a cape but his ATSV design doesn't have it)
He is also a GIANT FUCKING NERD! (he's a geneticist)
Do with this information what you will... You degenerates.
I drew my favorite blorbos kissed, I was only drawing Crollow at first but then decided to add Aena, Aisha and their boy (best) friends they are so cute and fun to draw! I adored them so much đ
@fuokir @foksa-fristailer â¨
Ominis being an unbothered bitch
MC is the only one able to talk him into trouble Ď(* ̄0 ̄)
came back from my drawing hiatus to draw jason oiled n wrapped up
Hot chocolates and restless nights with Jason Todd âŠ
Jason Todd stirred from side to side , he often did this ; unable to sleep from the same fears that haunted his mind day after day , only tonight they seemed worse..haunting his every move . He groaned , sitting up as the blankets bunched and pooled around his hips ; body sweat covered and scared from every encounter or incident heâd ever had . He sits up, hand running through his hair as he decides to find some food or sleep pills in the kitchen..something to distract him and take him away from the plague inside his mind. He opens the door of his room to find..you..all snuggled with a cup of hot chocolate in your cold hands , body covered by an oversized t shirt youâd stolen from Jason and some shorts . You turn your head almost instantly as you hear the door , Jasonâs grumpy little expression meeting with your softer more beautiful expression. Your lips forming a smile as you glance at him, â canât sleep..?â You ask, only to get a grunt back ; Jason moving past and into the kitchen . Only to return , slamming his body down onto the sofa next to you with a cup of hot chocolate, his hands practically engulfing the china cup youâd bought when you first moved in for him..yours identical and matching . You look at him, only to catch him glaring at you already , âthis apartments too damn warm..â he scoffs out.
âI donât think it is..I mean Iâm freezing..â you mumble out , sipping your cup as the warmth of it hits your lips and filling your body with a small buzz of heat.
âYouâre always cold.â He grumbles out , sipping his own and mirroring you for a moment, âyouâre never awake this late..â he glares , almost like it was the worst thing ever for you both to be awake right now..which to Jason, it was..he wanted to be alone and away, able to sit there and rethink and refocus on every part of his life that ever went wrong..and surprisingly for once , you were doing the same.
âLost my job.â You mutter out , eyes snapping away as you sigh out , âstupid boss thinks some stupid bitch is better than me..which is like..totally you know..normal but sheâs like some minx , sheâs basically just a model in a uniform..flirting and-â Jasonâs deep sigh cuts you off .
âYeah well itâs about time you left that soul sucking shit show of a job.â He shrugs, his weight shifting and causing the sofa to creak underneath you both..also somehow causing your shoulder to bump against his torso..thanks to the height difference.
You yawn ..and for once Jason yawns straight after, mirroring you once again as you both set your now empty cups down and both reach for the remote . Your hand brushes against his and causes you both to mumble out a sorry, your hand flying away to let Jason grab the remote and put on some movie youâd both watched millions of times together due to Gotham..well not exactly having the best of picks for tv apart from superhero discussion shows and the news .
A half an hour passes and your both slumped , lazily watching the tv as it continues with the movie ; fighting the sleep cast on you both now thanks to the hot chocolate and lateness of the night . Your eyes flutter shut , head lolling to the side before it hits Jasonâs bicep causing him to bristle and stare at you blankly ; his eyes narrowing before he sighs..he couldnât push you away..not now when youâre sleeping so soundly and so..goddamn beautifully . Jason quickly removes that thought as quickly as it arrived , shutting it down..I mean sure you were gorgeous and Jason knew that..he knew that finding you so attractive meant he was attached..which he was but youâd attached yourself to him as quickly as youâd moved in ; buying matching cups , making him food for you both to share and even cleaning up..occasionally buying him things you thought heâd like . Jason hated..hated it..maybe because he knew you were the only thing that made him smile or made him atleast soften a little , made him not want to punch things repeatedly or shout or ruin anything..god heâd never ruin anything with you around..heâd never ruin you. He sighs for a moment as he stares at you, your sleeping form now cuddling his bicep - he debates it..staying there with you..loosing himself to a stupid fantasy of this being every evening with you. He groans before lifting you up, you donât even stir or wake up , you just stay in his arms softly snoring against him as he takes you to your bed . Dropping you gently down as he folds the covers over you, your hand..tiny against his bicep softly grasping and pulling him into bed ; normally heâd argue..if it was anyone but you..the sweetest person he knew. He sighs before getting in, gently laying there before the night hits , the exhausting forcing him there . Now cuddled upto you and kissing your forehead , his own eyes closing just as fast .
It doesnât take long for the sun to come up and wake you both up. Your hair a mess , head on his chest and bodies tangled together. You wake first..you always do , gently moving as your eyes settle on the most peaceful youâve ever seen Jason ; snoring and the drool leaking from his lips. You giggle out before pecking his cheek, âJace..â I mumble which well..works surprisingly well to wake him up despite you only whispering the words . His eyes fall onto yours , lips shutting as he grunts in response; the sight causing another laugh as he wipes the drool away⌠god you looked so cute looking at him like that and he was sure his body gave that away ; the softens in his face, lips relaxing into a smile and fingers flexing into your hairâŚhe could used to this..
More letters from Seb and Omi to MCđ
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MC: *Opens Ominis's letter*
Darling MC,
I thought you ought to know that I caught Sebastian crying his eyes out yesterday, when I asked him what was wrong, he said he missed you and hated that you were not here, such a baby, though, I must say, I miss you too. Alot.
Yours, Ominis.
MC: *Opens Sebastians letter*
MC! OMINIS'S LETTER IS UTTER RUBBISH! I WASNT CRYING!!! Not "crying my eyes out" anyway..Maybe just a mild wimper..Maybe just a single tear...Perhaps a sniffle, that was all..
...I was going to only send what you just read above, but it wouldn't feel right..Ok, I cried. Hope you're happy, I'm not, because you're not here..I'll probably cry again later, and feel like a fucking fool..
Love Sebastian.
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