ITAFUSHI - slow mornings ੈ♡˳
read this first, if u haven't already. (part of a series)
notes: itafushi roomies au! they're both in university. also no powers or curses bc i choose happiness. word ct: 1.1k content warnings: major pining, yay.
'beep! beep! beep!'
megumi grunted, rolling over and blindly fumbling around for his phone. once he got his hands on it, he finally opened his sleepy eyes and turned off his alarm. tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he let out a soft yawn. it was cold. he wrapped his blanket around him, put on his house shoes and made his way to the living room.
there, in their respective crates, were his two best friends. kuro and shiro. his black and white dogs he's had since childhood. they greeted him with whiny yawns and biiiig stretches. he let them out of there crates and they wagged their tales, rubbing up against megumi's legs, ready to be fed and walked. megumi slowly walked towards the front door, still half asleep, where he grabbed their leashes and put on outdoor shoes. he hooked the dogs up to their leashes and made his way outside.
meanwhile, yuji was awoken by the sound of the front door shutting, since his room is right next to the entrance. with a yawn, he takes that as a cue to start his day. he slips on a hoodie and a pair of socks and makes his way to the kitchen. he fills the kettle with water and then turns the fire on under it. then, he pulls out their tea drawer and begins to thumb through the flavors. for himself, he chooses peppermint tea. and for megumi, he chooses caramel chai. he vaguely remembered megumi saying he liked it a few weeks prior. he picked out two mugs; a red one for himself and a black one for megumi. another yawn escaped him as he poured the boiling water into their mugs and then placed the tea bags in to steep.
just then, megumi and his dogs walk through the door. kuro and shiro rush in the greet yuji and he kneels down to pet them, saying 'hi' in a baby voice. megumi smiles internally while putting up their leashes and removing his shoes.
"good morning, megumi." yuji grins, speaking softly.
megumi looks up from feeding the dogs. "good morning." after feeding them, he goes to the sink and washes his hands. "do we still have apples?"
"yea, we should."
megumi nodded, opening the fridge. there was one apple and a couple cartons of different berries. he grabs a small knife and begins chopping up the fruit after washing it. as he was chopping, he shivered. yuji glances over at him and immediately goes to the couch where their throw blankets are. he picks one up, comes up behind megumi and places it softly over his shoulders. megumi can't hide the flush that takes over his face at yuji's sweet gesture.
"oh, thanks." he says simply, not facing yuji, lest he see his pink face.
yuji just hums, scrolling through his phone. megumi finishes cutting up their fruit. he plates it, just as yuji pulls out their tea bags. megumi hands him a plate of apple slices and yuji hands him a cup of caramel chai. they both walk over to their couches. kuro and shiro were taking up the smaller couch that yuji usually sits at, so he just takes a seat next to megumi on the bigger couch. after chomping into an apple slice, he grabs the remote and starts flicking though channels.
"in the mood for anything?" yuji asks, glancing over at megumi who was already looking at him. megumi looks away quickly, reaching for his phone.
"uh, no. i gotta get ready for class right after i eat anyway."
yuji nods and turns on some random cartoon. megumi scrolled through several different social media apps on his phone. they sat in silence, (aside from the tv) enjoying each others company. yuji reached over to grab his mug and when he did, his thigh pressed against megumi's. he didn't move it. he left it there, partially because he liked that physical connection and partially to see if megumi would move. megumi didn't move his leg either. with a shade of pink dusted over his face, he leaned back into the couch, only a couple inches from yuji. they sat like that for a while, both warm from each others body heat and warm from how close they were to each other. they were both flustered but neither of them did anything to escape the feeling, because being that close to one another felt better.
at the same time, megumi's dogs hopped from their own couch onto the other one. each dog sat on the other side of one of the boys, squishing them closer together. they were shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, thigh to thigh. they both grunted, their faces each flushing bright pink.
"shiro, kuro, don't jump on people like that." megumi huffed, then he turned his head to face yuji. so close! their faces were just inches apart. they stared at each other with wide eyes. megumi's eyes flickered down to yuji's lips then back to his eyes. "sorry about the dogs. i guess they got lonely over there."
yuji stared at megumi's soft features. "it's okay." he said, so softly it was almost a whisper. "they might've just been cold. it is pretty warm over here."
megumi and yuji both felt their hearts beating out of their chests, keeping the eyes locked on the other one's face.
"yea... it is... warm." megumi mumbled, eyeing yuji's lips a second time. yuji noticed, taking a moment to do the same.
"i wanna kiss him so bad!" they both thought to themselves.
'beep! beep! beep!'
megumi's phone rung out, snapping the boys out their trance.
"oh... shit. i gotta go get ready for class." he scrambled up, starting to make his way to his room.
"okay." yuji said, sitting upright. "oh! um... i have a practice match tonight. did you wanna come watch?"
megumi stopped in front of his door. "yea, sure. i'll be there."
and with that he went into his room. and yuji stayed sitting on the couch. the two boys rubbed their hands over their faces, replaying what just happened. for the next ten or so minutes, they both daydreamed about kissing each other. by the time megumi was ready for class, he was a flustered mess. and so was yuji. megumi grabbed his coat and started to rush out the door.
"i'll see you tonight!" he called out, slinging his school bag over his shoulder.
"okay! have a good day, megumi!" yuji called out, cuddling with kuro and shiro.
megumi smiled, cracking the door open. "thank you, yuji." then he left for school.
'i have got to kiss him!' they both thought to themselves.
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I LOVE WHEN HE DOES THAT FACE
NOTHING BEHIND THISE EYES
they are literally the same!!
★ i cant create a place where mai would feel like she belongs
RULES MASTERLIST
ill stop drawing yuuji slouching with his hands in his hoodie pockets when i'm dead and buried
Maybe it’s okay to let your guard down sometimes
synopsis: random baby moment!!!
characters: geto, shoko, gojo
a/n: dont ask how fem reader and shoko had a baby its omegaverse ig
main masterlist
GETO
the house is still wrapped in early morning silence, the kind where the birds havent called yet. the kitchen smells like butter and maple syrup, and the only sound is the soft hum of getos voice.
hes at the stove, robe hanging loosely off only shoulder, hair tied back in that bun, messy and unfairly handsome.
and beneath that robe?
a small lump, his baby, tiny, wiggly, with two bare feet poking out.
shes hugging his leg, cheek smooshed against his tricep, thumb in mouth and hugging her stuffed bunny to her belly, eye fluttering.
geto stirs pancake batter with one hand, preparing the pan with the other.
you peek into the kitchen, still in pajamas.
“shes under your robe again..” you mumble sleeply.
“mm.” he doesnt look up. “yeah.”
“why are you cooking with a baby under your robe..”
“she crawled in” he replies, droppjng the butter jn the pan. “i didnt ask questions.”
you raise an eyebrow. “youre not going to take her out?”
“shes fine, shes warm, shes not crying.” he shrugs. “im multitasking.”
a sleepy squeak comes from under his robe, followed by the softest little “dada” as she wiggles a bit.
he glances down, pulls up the robe just slightly. “you good in there, kiddo?” a muffled sigh answers him.
“shes good,” he confirms.
you try to act unimpressed, but your heart is gone. melt. you walk over and wrap your arms around his waist.
“she loves you so much,” you murmur.
“mhm.” he leans down to kiss your temple. “im warm. i feed her. im shaped like a blanket. what not to love?”
the pancake sizzles softly in the pan. your daughter shifts a little under his robe, safe and sound and not planning on moving.
geto just stirs the batter like hes done this a thousand times. like this — baby under robe, you on his hip, quiet morning light— is exactly where he was always meant to be.,
SHOKO
the first rays of sunlight shined in your room though the half opened blinds. you shifted slightly, trying not to disturb the bundle curled against your chest.
your daughter, barely six months, let out a sleeply sugh and snuggled closer
you dont remember falling asleep with her on your chest, or sleeping with a blanket on. but you had a idea of who was responsible.
footsteps padded quietly into the living room, and you smiled before even looking at who it was.
“you were asleep for like 5 years.” shoko said, her voice amused as she makes her way to the couch. she was in one of your sweaters andher shorts with a mug in her hand. “i put her there while i made breakfast for you.”
“little brat, she didnt stop crying at 5am.” (sho)
“dont be mean, she takes after yo.u” (yn)
“i, for the record, have never woken you up at 5am.” (sho)
“right.” (yn)
she rolled her eyes but doesnt argue. she leans over to kiss your cheek, then the top of the babys head,
“wanna switch? breakfast is on the table.” (sho)
“cant believe you cooked.” (yn)
“i ordered them, but i plated them nicely.” (sho)
you giggle, trying not to wake the baby. she stirred, then slowly blinked up at shoko with sleepy eyes.
“morning.” shoko whispered, her voice suddenly higher pitched and sweeter.
she scooped the baby from your arms with esse, cradling her.
the little one grabbed her hoodie, babbling nonsense, staining shokos clothes with spit in the process.
“shes already messy” shoko said.
“shell fit right in then,” you said, stretching your arms as you stood.
there wasnt any chaos this morning. no cursed spirits, mo sorcery politics. just soft footsteps in a quiet home, a baby giggling kn shokos arms, and ihop in the kitchen.
you kiss shokos lips as you passed by. “thanks for letting me sleep in”
“anytime” she murmured. “weve got all the time in the world now.”
GOJO
the sound of splashing water and giggles drifted frlm the bathrlom, drawing satoru like mouth to flame. he already had a camera in his hand, he had grabbed it on instinct the second he heard you two laughing.
he stopped in the doorway, heart squeezing at the adorable sight.
you were in the bathtub, hair in a messy bun, shoulders glistening from the water, and steam coming from the bathwater. and in your lap was his baby girl, her soft hair sticking up in every direction, cheeks round and pink, her tiny hands smacking the water.
“thats just not fair, you guys are sooo cute!” he whispered with a gron.
you glace up “satoru? is that your camera, again?
“uh huh” he said “you think i would miss this? im documenting everything.”
you let out a breathy laugh. “your not taking pictures of me in the bath”
“i absolutely am, you look like an ethereal goddess. this is gonna go in the family album, smile!”
before you could respond, your daughter squealed with a gummy smile, reaching toward him with slippery hands. water sloshed over the sides of the tub.
satoru melted on the spot.
“i mean come on,” he said, lifting the camera. “look at her. look at you. how am i supposed to not take pictures?”
he snapped a picture as you tried (and failed) to hide your face behind the baby. it came out a little blurry, a little crooked, but perfect all the same.
“alright, just one more,” he said softly, crouching down. “smile for daddy!.”
you didnt try to hide this time. you looked at him—hair damp, arm wrapped around your daughter, love written all over your face—and he pressed the shutter. click!
he lowered the camera. “im the luckiest guy in the world.”
you smiled. “we know.”
you daughter babbled something and slapped her hand against the water again, splashing both satoru.
he blinked, water dripping down his cheek. “how rude.”
you giggle. “thats what you get.”
satoru huffed, pulling off his shirt. “fine. guess im joining in.”
he climbed into the tub with the two of you.
the camera was forgotten on the bathmat.
though the picture was added to the family album.
big bathtub for a big sorcerer (gojo)
Formation C - take megumi on a bike ride and pretend season 2 never happened