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Flowers for You | Gojo Satoru x Reader

Summary: You hold in your feelings for him and something else begins to grow.

Content: gn!reaader, Hanahaki Disease (reader has the flowers), descriptions of blood/gore/vomit (i am at my heart, a horror writer, so), pining, angst

a/n: i love hanahaki fics so i really wanted to try one with my beloved gojo!

Gojo Satoru is your friend. You’ve always had an ability to see what he’s thinking before he says it, or before he even realizes it. You’re someone who can tell when he’s at his limit when he needs help even if he pushes it away. You’re special to him, and he’s very special to you.

And you definitely love him. You love him so much, you always want to see him and his smile and feel his energized nature around you. When he’s next to you, you’re so happy and full of butterflies and joy it’s almost sickening. He understands you, and you understand him. You simply love him.

But you know it couldn’t be anything. He can’t let himself close to someone like that again, and while you feel so close to him you know that’s too far away from you. He’s Gojo Satoru, and you are just you. You told yourself it’d be okay, you were happy to have him as a friend. And you are, you still love all the time you spend together. Every smile, joke, and the fond memories you keep dear to you.

But that ache just won’t go away. When you glance at him and see his sharp features and serious face as he’s thinking, or when he laughs with his students, or when he gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. It builds inside your chest and before you know it, every day around him starts to hurt.

And as it turns out, that ache inside your chest wasn’t so metaphorical.

It starts with a cough that won’t go away. Worried you were sick, although you noted it just felt like something was stuck in your chest. Gojo chided you that you need to take better care of yourself, and you retorted that so does he!

When you start coughing more heavily and something falls out your mouth, though. Your eyes widen, holding bloodied clumps of flower petals in your hand as you stand over your sink.

Your mind races. This is a curse, it has to be right? It had to be. You try to think back to any encounters that could cause this but nothing is there. You don’t feel anything on or around you besides your own energy, there’s nothing to exorcise. You don’t understand.

+++

Shoko’s the best person to go to, of course. You don’t need to worry anyone else, so you tell everyone it’s just a nasty cough– how funny it is to fight against curses yet be taken down by a little cold? It gets you a few laughs and you try to hold back the coughs of blood and petals.

It didn’t take long for her to figure it out, the moment you sat down and explained your symptoms. She examines you with a bored expression for all but a minute, or barely that, and pulls back. She takes a drag of her cigarette as you wait, anxious.

“I know what this is,” Shoko says, after exhaling a plume of smoke. She tilts her head and studies you with tired eyes. “You cursed yourself.”

“I did? How…?”

“I’ve heard about it. It’s not particularly common but it happens, you’re my first case.” She leans in and studies your face. “Shame, I can’t just open you up and see the sprout inside you.”

“The what?”

“Sprout. Growth. There are flowers growing inside your lungs right now. And it’s going to keep growing and growing.” Your eyes widen, but Shoko remains placid as she takes another drag of her cigarette. “It’s happening because you’re repressing your love for someone. Who is it?”

You sputter at her bluntness, holding your hands up in defense. “Whoa! What do you mean? H-how could I do that to myself? And–”

“It happens to sorcerers. Not really often, it’s recorded mostly in historical texts. You’ve cursed yourself to death because you can’t admit your feelings, huh?” Her lips quirk into a tiny smile as she observes you in your panicked state.

“To death? Why do you sound amused?”

“Because it’s love. Love’s a curse, isn’t it? Anyway, who is it? Just tell them, it should go away if you just confess.” She taps her cigarette and you see the ashes just fall to the floor. “Well, it should. If not, then I’ll remove it.”

You sigh and rub your forehead in frustration. You’re being teased, aren’t you? You wonder if Shoko knows who it is. You always think you’re so painfully obvious of your love for him. The love of him that’s currently killing you, apparently. “Why don’t you remove it now?”

Shoko presses her lips together into a line, humming. “It comes with complications.”

You let out a ragged sigh and can’t help but roll your eyes. “Of course it does, this curse shit is never simple.”

“I can remove it. But this flower is your love for someone, it’s just manifested into something physical inside of you. If I remove it, it’ll remove your love for them. Completely.” That catches your attention and you stiffen at her words. “And… you’ll never be able to love again. Ever. No one else. Forming bonds and such… it will be dead to you. Gone. Forever.”

Your mouth goes dry as you think about this, the reality of it hitting you like cold water. “I… see.” You wring your hands together and stare at the tile. You’re considering it. She had said this would kill you eventually anyway. It’s not like sorcerers live that long in the first place.

“You’re not seriously considering it, are you?” Shoko says, reading your mind. She looks completely done with you. “Just tell them.”

You look up at her and it must be on your face because she relents with a heavy sigh. “Think about it. If it gets any worse then come see me.” You see her frown as she looks at you. “I don’t want to see you dead, you know?”

You swallow thickly. “Yeah.” Glancing back down, you can’t help but find it so funny how your love seems to just cause so many problems.

“I know.”

Maybe it’s best to live without it.

+++

At least you’re good at covering it up. When you feel a fit come on, you excuse yourself. It’s just petals and some blood and you quickly clean it up. Gojo notices that your throat is sounding hoarse and buys you some throat medicine. When he presses it into your hand and smiles at you, tells you to be careful, you end up throwing up for twenty minutes later that night.

It goes from petals to chunks of flowers and roots. You pull a vine out that’s tangled with blood and gore, ripped from your throat.

It’s hard to eat, it’s hard to breathe. And every time you're graced with Gojo's dazzling smile or hear his cheerful voice or receive a silly text message full of emojis and hearts, it gets worse and worse. They all start to notice your deteriorating state but you try your best to reassure them that you’re fine. You shrug them off. Gojo doesn’t believe it, he knows something’s very wrong, he knows you’re lying, but he doesn’t pry. You always liked that about him. You want to avoid him but imagining if he’d be disappointed or hurt makes you want to die.

And you probably are going to die, because Gojo brings you a box of pastries and sweets and it takes all of your being to hold it all in. “I wanted to cheer you up.” He says. “Look at this one, it’s a little bunny!” He points it out to you but you can’t even focus on it, or anything but the deep ache in your chest that crawls into your throat. You watch as his hand falls to his side.

“What’s wrong?” He asks you, his voice serious and quiet as he stands in front of you. He’s so tall and you feel so impossibly small and pathetic in his presence and it hurts more than ever now.

“You’re really worrying me, you know?”

You don’t want to cry and your hands tremble as they hold the box. You suck in a breath and hope he doesn’t notice, but you’re sure he does.

“You can always rely on me.”

Full flowers come out later that night. That’s when you find out they are hydrangeas. Pink. And one is blue, and you know why.

“I’m the strongest.”

You know that. And it’s why you can’t. It’s why you’re sorry.

You take a deep breath, you smile at him. Your voice sounds so torn and ragged but you push through and put on the most convincing face for him. “Yeah, I know. Thank you, Gojo. I’m sorry to worry you.” His lips part just a bit and he looks like he wants to say something but you quickly cut in, and there’s some resignation in your voice. “I’ll go see Shoko.”

“I know she can help me out.”

+++

You made your decision. It’ll be okay, you say. It’ll be okay. It’s for him, anyway, isn’t it? You don’t want to burden him, you don’t want to curse him, you don’t want him to hurt anymore than he already does.

He’s already worried about you. And it’s your fault, it’s your love doing this. If you die, it’d surely hurt him. And it’d hurt Shoko, it’d hurt the students. So you can’t die yet. This was the best option.

If you never love again, too, you’d never hurt like this again. And the people around you won’t have to suffer for it. You send Shoko a message, telling her your decision. She responds with irritated resignation, and that’s good enough for you. You don’t need her to understand.

You want a feeling of peace to take you over, you want this decision to feel right and calm but his face. The moment you think of it, think of losing these feelings and think of how all you want to do is simply kiss him as hard as possible, you want to hold him and cup his cheek, you want to be feel his body against yours, you want— you barely make it to the sink before you’re doubling over, sobbing and hacking up blood, gore, flowers, and roots.

It hurts, it hurts not just in your lungs but your head and heart and it’s the most agonizing thing in the world. You’re almost screaming in pain and broken sobs, the sink, and counter covered in the mess that you can’t stop hacking up. Blood stains your hands and your clothes, your vision is blurry with tears. Your throat feels so raw but it keeps coming and Gojo’s face just won’t leave your mind. Your knees wobble and you’re about to collapse to your knees when you hear him behind you.

He’s calling your name and you’re greeted by the feeling of his strong hands on your shoulder, pulling you up and holding you steady.

No, no, no no– please–

“What– what is this? What’s going on?” He sounds scared and worried, and it’s not a tone you’re used to hearing. He’s not wearing his blindfold and you see those blue eyes flicker over to behind you, the mess of blood and gore that decorates it. His eyes widen and fear twists his features.

“Gojo,” you croak out, and he winces at how ragged and torn your sound. “- I’m okay–”

He bites into his lip and spins you around to look at your face. “No, you’re not.” He stares at your face, your lower face coated in blood and he sees the petals that hang off your lips. “You’re cursed.”

Your breathing quickens, and you feel so hot and dizzy being confronted like this. You don’t want this to happen. You want to run away but you could never outrun Gojo. Especially not when he’s holding you by the shoulders so tightly.

“Who did it? Why are you hiding it– I’ll destroy who did it, I swear-”

“Gojo-” You try again and you can’t make it, you can’t when his hand is on your cheek and he’s trying to rub the blood off. Your lip wobbles at the feeling of his hands so gentle on you. There’s so much emotion on his face, anger, fear, worry, and it tears at you.

You start to hack again, trying to push away from him so you don’t vomit all over him but he won’t let you go, he holds you tighter. He calls out your name, voice shaking, and he’s patting your back in an attempt to help you. He’s all that’s holding you up and you barely register that you’re clinging to his arm, hiding your face against his chest.

“Tell me. Right now. I’ll–”

“It’s me.” You manage to get out, heaving against him. “I did it. I cursed myself.” You pull yourself away from his chest, a shaky breath escaping you when you see blood on his jacket. Why would he let down his infinity for that?

Gojo’s hands are firm on you as he directs you to somewhere to sit down, and he kneels down in front of you. He searches your face, moonlit blue eyes staring you down and you want to escape. “Is this… what I think it is?”

“I, I love someone.” You manage to get out, the words feeling much like the flowers that you pull out of your throat. “And I can’t– I can’t tell them. They won’t-” You’re interrupted by another cough that turns into a small fit, with the way that Gojo lurches forward to you in worry. “How pathetic is that?” You manage with a pained smile, although Gojo looks completely horrified.

“Who is it?”

You want to scream, you want to scream. Every nerve feels like it’s on fire. Your breathing is heavy and fast and your hands twist and pull at your shirt. Don’t ask that, please don’t ask that.

“It doesn’t matter.” You can’t help the way your voice cracks and you’re wiping at the tears that are falling before you know it.

“Of course it does!” His hands go to your knees and he squeezes them. “You just have to confess, right? Is the threat of rejection that scary?” He tries to smile and make it sound light but it falters as he watches you cry in front of him. There’s something twisting in his gut and it’s making his skin crawl but he pushes through it, all that matters right now is the fact you’re in front of him and you’re dying.

He can't stand it. He just can't.

“Anyone, anyone, would be so lucky to have you.” His voice is dry and it’s so unsteady for him, and even he’s surprised by it. “Who could possibly reject you? And if they do, I mean, there’s–”

You shake your head furiously and bite your lip hard. “If I thought that it would ever work if it would be okay for me… to tell them. I would have already.”

He’s irritated now. You see that in his frown.

But he wouldn’t understand, would he? You think. “It’s okay, I’m going to—”

“How is this okay?” His tone is dark and you flinch when he wipes at the corner of your mouth, wiping at the clumps of petals and blood that decorates your face. Your eyes are red, puffy from crying, and you must look just downright disgusting. “Whoever it is, it can’t be worth this–”

“It’s you.”

You watch as he freezes completely, color draining from his face. You watch as his mouth drop open, his eyes widen, and his hand goes completely still. It hurts and you start to sob.

“I-I’m sorry.” You babble out, your body wracked by your sobs and every part of you is shaking. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I, I just–”

He doesn’t say anything, he’s just staring at you with those eyes still. He’s not responding. He’s not responding.

You hurt, but you wonder how much he hurts. And it’s because of you. You wish that the curse had just killed you already–

“It’s.. it’s okay.” You breathe, swallowing and taking a deep breath you look up at him and give him a smile. It’s broken, unsteady, and covered in blood. “I– Shoko can remove it. The curse. I won’t have these feelings for you or anyone else, again.”

“What?” He finally says. “Why would you…” He’s breaking in front of you. You smile at him and you’re just trying to push through it, you can’t see how he’s being pulled apart by your words. You don’t see the way his hands shake or the way he swallows with anxiety. You don’t see how frayed he’s becoming.

“It’s okay.”

It’s okay.

“It’s okay, Gojo, I’ll be–”

“How is that okay?!” He doesn’t raise his voice at you, but it’s sharp and direct and cuts you deep. His breathing is frenzied, he doesn't know what to do. “That’s not–” He cuts himself off by grabbing your face, so roughly, with his hands and pulling you forward to smash his lips against yours.

You freeze but he doesn’t, he tries to pour what he can’t say into you with his lips. He only briefly winces at the taste of gore and spit that’s still in your mouth but it doesn’t stop him, he’s trying your lips apart with his tongue and teeth and kissing you hard. You try to push him away but he refuses, he just falls more into you.

“Gojo– stop–”

He doesn’t, his hands hold you in place and he starts to lean over you until he’s almost on top of you. His teeth nip at your lips and his tongue tastes all of you and when he finally pulls back, his lips are coated in blood and spit and you see petals stuck to the corners of his mouth. He tries to go back but you gasp out “Please, stop–”

Gojo whispers your name, questioning and pleading. Your trembling hand goes to wipe the blood off him. “I don’t… want… please, don’t force it–”

Your hand is snatched by him, and you wince at how tight he holds it. “Why are you making that decision?” You’re caught by how fierce his tone is, and how his eyes start to water. “You… you’re giving up on this without even… asking me? Telling me?”

Words are stuck in your throat as you watch the first stream of tears spill down his face and he presses your hand to his lips. “I told you to rely on me.”

“I can’t ask that of you, Gojo.”

“Satoru.” He says before kissing your hand again. And again. “Please.”

You don’t think you can, you don’t think you should, but you manage to whisper it.

“I’m sorry,” and you have to shut your eyes hearing him apologize to you when this is all your fault– “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” you mumble. “I don’t want you to be hurt any more than you have.”

He shakes his head and pulls you close so he can press his forehead to yours. “I love you.” He says brokenly and you tremble against him as you both cry. “Losing you would hurt too.”

“I was going to–”

“Losing your love would hurt more.” His palm caresses your face and he nudges you to look at him and he’s so lovely that it hurts and the pain that paints his face hurts you so, so much. “If you stopped loving me, what would I do? Would you still smile at me like you always do? Would you still care for me? Still nag at me to rest, still follow me around, still laugh with me?”

You don’t have an answer.

“It would destroy me, to lose you like that.” He breathes out and his shoulders sag, you realize how tense his body is. “Your love saves me. Please don’t take it away.”

“Satoru…”

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner. That I love you too.” He smiles, weak. “I should have been the one to confess to you, I should be telling you under fireworks or something cool–”

You sob out at his confession and he’s pulling you into a hug as you cry. “I love you,” he repeats. “I love you. Please let me love you. I’ll tell you every single day so you’ll never doubt it.”

You sit together like that for a while, until you can’t cry anymore and you’re just shaking in his arms. He keeps repeating it to you. I’m sorry. I love you. I’ll tell you every day. I love you. I love you.

“Satoru,” you call out, your voice is hoarse and dry. You feel warm in his embrace, and he rubs soothing circles on your back with his big hands.

“Yeah?” He returns, his voice low and quiet.

“I… love you too. I love you so much.”

When he kisses you after that, you feel a weight in your chest lighten. And when you breathe, you find it’s the first clear breath you’ve had in months.

He looks at you with such warmth and adoration in his eyes and you love the gentle smile that’s on his lips. You let out a tiny laugh, eyes sore and dry from crying.

“I got blood all over you.”

“‘S okay.” He pulls you up with him as he stands, his hands tightly interlaced with yours. “Just help me get cleaned up. And you too. I’d like to kiss you without the taste of blood.”

You feel giddy when he says that. “I like that shy smile, I’m glad I’ll see more of it now.”

He gets to see it all night as he holds and kisses you, and every day afterward when you see him. He never lets your hand go, and he kept very true to his promise.

He tells you every day.

they give someone you don’t like their hoodie

CHARACTERS: akaashi + kageyama + kenma + (gn!reader)

REQUEST: hii! can i request a scenario wherein they give their hoodie to a girl that their s/o doenst like (whether it be to annoy them or just because they’re oblivious) hope this hasn’t been asked before >< and i was hoping you could write for kenma kageyama and akaashi !! btw i love your works :)) i hope you’re doing well !! stay safe 😇 • by anonymous

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: i wrote that they did it cause they were oblivious! <3 and thank u!! this is a mini hc btw hope that’s okay!

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hello my loves !! welcome to my first ever event ₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡.

this is a small tribute to all the love & support i've received over the last few months that i've been writing on tumblr. i'm overjoyed that each and every one of you have enjoyed my writing, and i'm eternally grateful for every reader, i love you all so much.

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ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ CHAPTER ONE - yoichi isagi.

[DEC 11TH 𝜗𝜚 SANTA BABY] there's only one thing on isagi yoichi's christmas wish list this year; and it's her! for the past year he's been all flustered & red around her, so when she invited him to go gift shopping with her, yoichi knew he had just managed to make the 'nice' list.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ CHAPTER TWO - keiji akaashi.

[DEC 16TH 𝜗𝜚 WINTER WONDERLAND] keiji doesn't think he's seen her in years, he's overjoyed when they bump into each other at the metro station. walking down the ornate streets together, reminiscing about their high school romance, keiji's heart beats just a bit faster when those feelings spur once again.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ CHAPTER THREE - sae itoshi.

[DEC 21ST 𝜗𝜚 BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE] sae's the biggest grinch she knows, absolutely apathetic towards the holiday season, much unlike herself. so imagine her astonishment when he's almost begging for her to take him to the nearby festival. 'maybe christmas miracles are real' is what she'll decide for herself.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ CHAPTER FOUR - osamu miya.

[DEC 25TH 𝜗𝜚 LET IT SNOW] it never snows in tokyo during december, so the miya parents are awoken to quite a commotion early in the morning. between jumping children practically assaulting their mattress, osamu can't help but fall more in love with the woman they call their mother.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ CHAPTER FIVE - tobio kageyama.

[DEC 31TH 𝜗𝜚 LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM] tobio likes christmas, but he prefers the days afterwards when it's just them together. warm mornings cuddled on their couch, sipping on leftover hot chocolate bombs & munching on sweet gingerbread cookies might just be his favourite part of the year.

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[2:46 am]

osamu was six years old when he met you.

he had been making his way over to atsumu when he had bumped into you, knocking you to the ground and freezing when his eyes met yours. he had expected you to burst into tears, and he was surprised when you had stood up and shoved him to the ground as well. 

he had looked up at you curiously before standing and walking up to you, introducing himself and sharing his gummy worms with you.

after that, the two of you had become inseparable. 

osamu was thirteen when he began to cook for you. 

he had always been a quiet individual, choosing to spend his time cooking and perfecting his recipes instead of interacting with others. being social was more atsumu’s thing, and although he could be quite the social butterfly when he wanted to, osamu preferred to stay in his own quiet corner with you. 

he quickly got into the habit of bringing you a bento box everyday, his own special way of showing you how much he cared about you. he would smile softly whenever he would join you and atsumu at your usual lunch table, handing you the food and watching as you received it enthusiastically, gushing over how good the food was as atsumu teased him for always bringing you food yet always neglecting to bring one for his twin.

seeing atsumu’s pout would always make you laugh and the two of you would share the food, unaware of the way that osamu would look at you fondly. he was just happy that you seemed to enjoy the food that he made with love and care specially for you.

osamu was fifteen when he realized he felt something deeper than friendship for you.

it was when the two of you first got to inarizaki and he and atsumu introduced you to suna rintarou. he was a quiet boy and you did everything you could to make him feel comfortable, eventually managing to bring him out of his shell. the way you’d smile at osamu when you looked at him to help you continue the conversation would make his heart skip a beat. 

that, combined with the way you would whisper in his ear whenever you brought up an inside joke or the way your eyes would sparkle whenever he said one of his deadpan jokes, made him think that one day his heart would give out because of how much it stuttered around you. 

osamu was seventeen when he realized he was in love with you. 

it was after they won the match that secured their spot at nationals that he finally realized just how deep his feelings for you ran. he couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you ran onto the court to congratulate the team, watching you with wonder-filled eyes as atsumu scooped you up in his arms and twirled you around. 

you were laughing loudly, your head tossed back as you wrapped your arms around the sweaty setter. your smile widened when atsumu put you down. your eyes glancing around until they landed on the grey-haired twin and in that moment, he swore you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.

“congratulations, ‘samu,” you whispered, coming to a stop in front of him. he wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you, a rare grin appearing on his face as he held you in his arms. “you better win nationals!”

“for you, i will,” osamu promised, tightening his hold on you just a little bit more.

 osamu was nineteen when he experienced his first heartache. 

“yeah, i think he’s cute,” you commented off-handedly, responding to suna who had asked if you would ever date atsumu. you were picking at your food, too engrossed in your phone to realize what you had just said. 

“so you think osamu is cute too?” suna asked innocently, sending a sly glance to the grey-haired twin. 

“well, yeah,” you snorted, laughing lightly. “they’re twins. if i think that atsumu is cute, then i think that osamu is cute by default.”

the conversation had carried on from there, the topic switching from your love life to suna’s next game. all osamu could think of, however, was how you had basically admitted that you wouldn’t mind dating atsumu. but you had also admitted that he was cute and he spent a lot more time with you than atsumu did, especially now that atsumu had his volleyball career to focus on. 

even if you could see yourself with atsumu, osamu knew that there was something about the way you smiled at him, the way you looked at him, that was special only for him. he still had a chance with you, and he was going to do whatever it took to win your heart in the same way you had won his. 

osamu was twenty-two when he finally found out what heartbreak felt like. 

it was his weekly lunch meeting with you, and there was something about the way you were smiling at your phone that made him realize that there was something you weren’t telling him. 

“what’s on your mind?” he asked, setting down a plate in front of you. it was your favorite dish of his, one that he had been making for you since the two of you were teenagers. 

“it’s nothing,” you replied hastily taking a bite out of the food and avoiding his gaze. he rolled his eyes and slid into the seat across from you, a faint smirk on his face as he stare you down. 

“we’ve never kept secrets from one another,” he teased, stealing a bite of your food. you swatted at him playfully, sitting up straight before lacing your hands together and leaning forwards eagerly. 

“alright, no need to get grumpy,” you replied in an equally teasing tone. “if you must know, i have good news”

“and what is this good news?” osamu hummed, leaning forwards like you did in mock interest. his eyes were wide and his eyebrows were raised and you let out a small giggle at his exaggerated expression. 

“atsumu finally asked me out,” you whispered, your voice filled with excitement. osamu felt his breath leave his lungs at your words and he swore he could feel his heart physically hurting.

he couldn’t help but run through all his memories of the two of you in his mind, remembering the way the two of you would always share your meals and the way that he had always been the first one you had congratulated after a game. he couldn’t help but think about how atsumu always seemed to glow in your presence, and how happy he looked whenever he hugged you and swung you around. 

“oh? finally,” osamu replied, forcing a smile onto his face. “it’s about damn time.”

it took all of osamu’s willpower to keep his smile on his face, pretending to listen to you as you enthusiastically told him all about how atsumu had asked you out. all osamu could think about was the fact that he had waited so long to tell you how he felt, and now he was paying the price for it. 

“…and he had tears in his eyes and he looked so nervous after confessing that i decided it was finally time to tell him i feel the same,” you finished, chuckling lightly. “he was so excited that he took me out on a date right then and there. he had to cut it short because he knew we had our weekly lunch date, but he said that i shouldn’t make any dinner plans for today.”

“you should have told me,” osamu spit out, trying to keep his composure. “we could’ve scheduled lunch for some other time.”

“don’t be silly, ‘samu,” you laughed, reaching out to grab his hand. “you’re still the most important miya in my life.”

osamu sat there with you for the rest of the afternoon, giving you a tight smile and an even tighter hug when you left for your dinner date with his brother. he sighed as he watched the two of you walk away, his heart feeling ten times heavier than it did at the beginning of the day.

heartbreak sucked, he knew that now. but if his heartbreak meant your happiness, than osamu knew that he would relive it over and over again. now matter how much it hurt. 

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Flowers for You | Gojo Satoru x Reader

Summary: You hold in your feelings for him and something else begins to grow.

Content: gn!reaader, Hanahaki Disease (reader has the flowers), descriptions of blood/gore/vomit (i am at my heart, a horror writer, so), pining, angst

a/n: i love hanahaki fics so i really wanted to try one with my beloved gojo!

Gojo Satoru is your friend. You’ve always had an ability to see what he’s thinking before he says it, or before he even realizes it. You’re someone who can tell when he’s at his limit when he needs help even if he pushes it away. You’re special to him, and he’s very special to you.

And you definitely love him. You love him so much, you always want to see him and his smile and feel his energized nature around you. When he’s next to you, you’re so happy and full of butterflies and joy it’s almost sickening. He understands you, and you understand him. You simply love him.

But you know it couldn’t be anything. He can’t let himself close to someone like that again, and while you feel so close to him you know that’s too far away from you. He’s Gojo Satoru, and you are just you. You told yourself it’d be okay, you were happy to have him as a friend. And you are, you still love all the time you spend together. Every smile, joke, and the fond memories you keep dear to you.

But that ache just won’t go away. When you glance at him and see his sharp features and serious face as he’s thinking, or when he laughs with his students, or when he gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. It builds inside your chest and before you know it, every day around him starts to hurt.

And as it turns out, that ache inside your chest wasn’t so metaphorical.

It starts with a cough that won’t go away. Worried you were sick, although you noted it just felt like something was stuck in your chest. Gojo chided you that you need to take better care of yourself, and you retorted that so does he!

When you start coughing more heavily and something falls out your mouth, though. Your eyes widen, holding bloodied clumps of flower petals in your hand as you stand over your sink.

Your mind races. This is a curse, it has to be right? It had to be. You try to think back to any encounters that could cause this but nothing is there. You don’t feel anything on or around you besides your own energy, there’s nothing to exorcise. You don’t understand.

+++

Shoko’s the best person to go to, of course. You don’t need to worry anyone else, so you tell everyone it’s just a nasty cough– how funny it is to fight against curses yet be taken down by a little cold? It gets you a few laughs and you try to hold back the coughs of blood and petals.

It didn’t take long for her to figure it out, the moment you sat down and explained your symptoms. She examines you with a bored expression for all but a minute, or barely that, and pulls back. She takes a drag of her cigarette as you wait, anxious.

“I know what this is,” Shoko says, after exhaling a plume of smoke. She tilts her head and studies you with tired eyes. “You cursed yourself.”

“I did? How…?”

“I’ve heard about it. It’s not particularly common but it happens, you’re my first case.” She leans in and studies your face. “Shame, I can’t just open you up and see the sprout inside you.”

“The what?”

“Sprout. Growth. There are flowers growing inside your lungs right now. And it’s going to keep growing and growing.” Your eyes widen, but Shoko remains placid as she takes another drag of her cigarette. “It’s happening because you’re repressing your love for someone. Who is it?”

You sputter at her bluntness, holding your hands up in defense. “Whoa! What do you mean? H-how could I do that to myself? And–”

“It happens to sorcerers. Not really often, it’s recorded mostly in historical texts. You’ve cursed yourself to death because you can’t admit your feelings, huh?” Her lips quirk into a tiny smile as she observes you in your panicked state.

“To death? Why do you sound amused?”

“Because it’s love. Love’s a curse, isn’t it? Anyway, who is it? Just tell them, it should go away if you just confess.” She taps her cigarette and you see the ashes just fall to the floor. “Well, it should. If not, then I’ll remove it.”

You sigh and rub your forehead in frustration. You’re being teased, aren’t you? You wonder if Shoko knows who it is. You always think you’re so painfully obvious of your love for him. The love of him that’s currently killing you, apparently. “Why don’t you remove it now?”

Shoko presses her lips together into a line, humming. “It comes with complications.”

You let out a ragged sigh and can’t help but roll your eyes. “Of course it does, this curse shit is never simple.”

“I can remove it. But this flower is your love for someone, it’s just manifested into something physical inside of you. If I remove it, it’ll remove your love for them. Completely.” That catches your attention and you stiffen at her words. “And… you’ll never be able to love again. Ever. No one else. Forming bonds and such… it will be dead to you. Gone. Forever.”

Your mouth goes dry as you think about this, the reality of it hitting you like cold water. “I… see.” You wring your hands together and stare at the tile. You’re considering it. She had said this would kill you eventually anyway. It’s not like sorcerers live that long in the first place.

“You’re not seriously considering it, are you?” Shoko says, reading your mind. She looks completely done with you. “Just tell them.”

You look up at her and it must be on your face because she relents with a heavy sigh. “Think about it. If it gets any worse then come see me.” You see her frown as she looks at you. “I don’t want to see you dead, you know?”

You swallow thickly. “Yeah.” Glancing back down, you can’t help but find it so funny how your love seems to just cause so many problems.

“I know.”

Maybe it’s best to live without it.

+++

At least you’re good at covering it up. When you feel a fit come on, you excuse yourself. It’s just petals and some blood and you quickly clean it up. Gojo notices that your throat is sounding hoarse and buys you some throat medicine. When he presses it into your hand and smiles at you, tells you to be careful, you end up throwing up for twenty minutes later that night.

It goes from petals to chunks of flowers and roots. You pull a vine out that’s tangled with blood and gore, ripped from your throat.

It’s hard to eat, it’s hard to breathe. And every time you're graced with Gojo's dazzling smile or hear his cheerful voice or receive a silly text message full of emojis and hearts, it gets worse and worse. They all start to notice your deteriorating state but you try your best to reassure them that you’re fine. You shrug them off. Gojo doesn’t believe it, he knows something’s very wrong, he knows you’re lying, but he doesn’t pry. You always liked that about him. You want to avoid him but imagining if he’d be disappointed or hurt makes you want to die.

And you probably are going to die, because Gojo brings you a box of pastries and sweets and it takes all of your being to hold it all in. “I wanted to cheer you up.” He says. “Look at this one, it’s a little bunny!” He points it out to you but you can’t even focus on it, or anything but the deep ache in your chest that crawls into your throat. You watch as his hand falls to his side.

“What’s wrong?” He asks you, his voice serious and quiet as he stands in front of you. He’s so tall and you feel so impossibly small and pathetic in his presence and it hurts more than ever now.

“You’re really worrying me, you know?”

You don’t want to cry and your hands tremble as they hold the box. You suck in a breath and hope he doesn’t notice, but you’re sure he does.

“You can always rely on me.”

Full flowers come out later that night. That’s when you find out they are hydrangeas. Pink. And one is blue, and you know why.

“I’m the strongest.”

You know that. And it’s why you can’t. It’s why you’re sorry.

You take a deep breath, you smile at him. Your voice sounds so torn and ragged but you push through and put on the most convincing face for him. “Yeah, I know. Thank you, Gojo. I’m sorry to worry you.” His lips part just a bit and he looks like he wants to say something but you quickly cut in, and there’s some resignation in your voice. “I’ll go see Shoko.”

“I know she can help me out.”

+++

You made your decision. It’ll be okay, you say. It’ll be okay. It’s for him, anyway, isn’t it? You don’t want to burden him, you don’t want to curse him, you don’t want him to hurt anymore than he already does.

He’s already worried about you. And it’s your fault, it’s your love doing this. If you die, it’d surely hurt him. And it’d hurt Shoko, it’d hurt the students. So you can’t die yet. This was the best option.

If you never love again, too, you’d never hurt like this again. And the people around you won’t have to suffer for it. You send Shoko a message, telling her your decision. She responds with irritated resignation, and that’s good enough for you. You don’t need her to understand.

You want a feeling of peace to take you over, you want this decision to feel right and calm but his face. The moment you think of it, think of losing these feelings and think of how all you want to do is simply kiss him as hard as possible, you want to hold him and cup his cheek, you want to be feel his body against yours, you want— you barely make it to the sink before you’re doubling over, sobbing and hacking up blood, gore, flowers, and roots.

It hurts, it hurts not just in your lungs but your head and heart and it’s the most agonizing thing in the world. You’re almost screaming in pain and broken sobs, the sink, and counter covered in the mess that you can’t stop hacking up. Blood stains your hands and your clothes, your vision is blurry with tears. Your throat feels so raw but it keeps coming and Gojo’s face just won’t leave your mind. Your knees wobble and you’re about to collapse to your knees when you hear him behind you.

He’s calling your name and you’re greeted by the feeling of his strong hands on your shoulder, pulling you up and holding you steady.

No, no, no no– please–

“What– what is this? What’s going on?” He sounds scared and worried, and it’s not a tone you’re used to hearing. He’s not wearing his blindfold and you see those blue eyes flicker over to behind you, the mess of blood and gore that decorates it. His eyes widen and fear twists his features.

“Gojo,” you croak out, and he winces at how ragged and torn your sound. “- I’m okay–”

He bites into his lip and spins you around to look at your face. “No, you’re not.” He stares at your face, your lower face coated in blood and he sees the petals that hang off your lips. “You’re cursed.”

Your breathing quickens, and you feel so hot and dizzy being confronted like this. You don’t want this to happen. You want to run away but you could never outrun Gojo. Especially not when he’s holding you by the shoulders so tightly.

“Who did it? Why are you hiding it– I’ll destroy who did it, I swear-”

“Gojo-” You try again and you can’t make it, you can’t when his hand is on your cheek and he’s trying to rub the blood off. Your lip wobbles at the feeling of his hands so gentle on you. There’s so much emotion on his face, anger, fear, worry, and it tears at you.

You start to hack again, trying to push away from him so you don’t vomit all over him but he won’t let you go, he holds you tighter. He calls out your name, voice shaking, and he’s patting your back in an attempt to help you. He’s all that’s holding you up and you barely register that you’re clinging to his arm, hiding your face against his chest.

“Tell me. Right now. I’ll–”

“It’s me.” You manage to get out, heaving against him. “I did it. I cursed myself.” You pull yourself away from his chest, a shaky breath escaping you when you see blood on his jacket. Why would he let down his infinity for that?

Gojo’s hands are firm on you as he directs you to somewhere to sit down, and he kneels down in front of you. He searches your face, moonlit blue eyes staring you down and you want to escape. “Is this… what I think it is?”

“I, I love someone.” You manage to get out, the words feeling much like the flowers that you pull out of your throat. “And I can’t– I can’t tell them. They won’t-” You’re interrupted by another cough that turns into a small fit, with the way that Gojo lurches forward to you in worry. “How pathetic is that?” You manage with a pained smile, although Gojo looks completely horrified.

“Who is it?”

You want to scream, you want to scream. Every nerve feels like it’s on fire. Your breathing is heavy and fast and your hands twist and pull at your shirt. Don’t ask that, please don’t ask that.

“It doesn’t matter.” You can’t help the way your voice cracks and you’re wiping at the tears that are falling before you know it.

“Of course it does!” His hands go to your knees and he squeezes them. “You just have to confess, right? Is the threat of rejection that scary?” He tries to smile and make it sound light but it falters as he watches you cry in front of him. There’s something twisting in his gut and it’s making his skin crawl but he pushes through it, all that matters right now is the fact you’re in front of him and you’re dying.

He can't stand it. He just can't.

“Anyone, anyone, would be so lucky to have you.” His voice is dry and it’s so unsteady for him, and even he’s surprised by it. “Who could possibly reject you? And if they do, I mean, there’s–”

You shake your head furiously and bite your lip hard. “If I thought that it would ever work if it would be okay for me… to tell them. I would have already.”

He’s irritated now. You see that in his frown.

But he wouldn’t understand, would he? You think. “It’s okay, I’m going to—”

“How is this okay?” His tone is dark and you flinch when he wipes at the corner of your mouth, wiping at the clumps of petals and blood that decorates your face. Your eyes are red, puffy from crying, and you must look just downright disgusting. “Whoever it is, it can’t be worth this–”

“It’s you.”

You watch as he freezes completely, color draining from his face. You watch as his mouth drop open, his eyes widen, and his hand goes completely still. It hurts and you start to sob.

“I-I’m sorry.” You babble out, your body wracked by your sobs and every part of you is shaking. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I, I just–”

He doesn’t say anything, he’s just staring at you with those eyes still. He’s not responding. He’s not responding.

You hurt, but you wonder how much he hurts. And it’s because of you. You wish that the curse had just killed you already–

“It’s.. it’s okay.” You breathe, swallowing and taking a deep breath you look up at him and give him a smile. It’s broken, unsteady, and covered in blood. “I– Shoko can remove it. The curse. I won’t have these feelings for you or anyone else, again.”

“What?” He finally says. “Why would you…” He’s breaking in front of you. You smile at him and you’re just trying to push through it, you can’t see how he’s being pulled apart by your words. You don’t see the way his hands shake or the way he swallows with anxiety. You don’t see how frayed he’s becoming.

“It’s okay.”

It’s okay.

“It’s okay, Gojo, I’ll be–”

“How is that okay?!” He doesn’t raise his voice at you, but it’s sharp and direct and cuts you deep. His breathing is frenzied, he doesn't know what to do. “That’s not–” He cuts himself off by grabbing your face, so roughly, with his hands and pulling you forward to smash his lips against yours.

You freeze but he doesn’t, he tries to pour what he can’t say into you with his lips. He only briefly winces at the taste of gore and spit that’s still in your mouth but it doesn’t stop him, he’s trying your lips apart with his tongue and teeth and kissing you hard. You try to push him away but he refuses, he just falls more into you.

“Gojo– stop–”

He doesn’t, his hands hold you in place and he starts to lean over you until he’s almost on top of you. His teeth nip at your lips and his tongue tastes all of you and when he finally pulls back, his lips are coated in blood and spit and you see petals stuck to the corners of his mouth. He tries to go back but you gasp out “Please, stop–”

Gojo whispers your name, questioning and pleading. Your trembling hand goes to wipe the blood off him. “I don’t… want… please, don’t force it–”

Your hand is snatched by him, and you wince at how tight he holds it. “Why are you making that decision?” You’re caught by how fierce his tone is, and how his eyes start to water. “You… you’re giving up on this without even… asking me? Telling me?”

Words are stuck in your throat as you watch the first stream of tears spill down his face and he presses your hand to his lips. “I told you to rely on me.”

“I can’t ask that of you, Gojo.”

“Satoru.” He says before kissing your hand again. And again. “Please.”

You don’t think you can, you don’t think you should, but you manage to whisper it.

“I’m sorry,” and you have to shut your eyes hearing him apologize to you when this is all your fault– “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” you mumble. “I don’t want you to be hurt any more than you have.”

He shakes his head and pulls you close so he can press his forehead to yours. “I love you.” He says brokenly and you tremble against him as you both cry. “Losing you would hurt too.”

“I was going to–”

“Losing your love would hurt more.” His palm caresses your face and he nudges you to look at him and he’s so lovely that it hurts and the pain that paints his face hurts you so, so much. “If you stopped loving me, what would I do? Would you still smile at me like you always do? Would you still care for me? Still nag at me to rest, still follow me around, still laugh with me?”

You don’t have an answer.

“It would destroy me, to lose you like that.” He breathes out and his shoulders sag, you realize how tense his body is. “Your love saves me. Please don’t take it away.”

“Satoru…”

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner. That I love you too.” He smiles, weak. “I should have been the one to confess to you, I should be telling you under fireworks or something cool–”

You sob out at his confession and he’s pulling you into a hug as you cry. “I love you,” he repeats. “I love you. Please let me love you. I’ll tell you every single day so you’ll never doubt it.”

You sit together like that for a while, until you can’t cry anymore and you’re just shaking in his arms. He keeps repeating it to you. I’m sorry. I love you. I’ll tell you every day. I love you. I love you.

“Satoru,” you call out, your voice is hoarse and dry. You feel warm in his embrace, and he rubs soothing circles on your back with his big hands.

“Yeah?” He returns, his voice low and quiet.

“I… love you too. I love you so much.”

When he kisses you after that, you feel a weight in your chest lighten. And when you breathe, you find it’s the first clear breath you’ve had in months.

He looks at you with such warmth and adoration in his eyes and you love the gentle smile that’s on his lips. You let out a tiny laugh, eyes sore and dry from crying.

“I got blood all over you.”

“‘S okay.” He pulls you up with him as he stands, his hands tightly interlaced with yours. “Just help me get cleaned up. And you too. I’d like to kiss you without the taste of blood.”

You feel giddy when he says that. “I like that shy smile, I’m glad I’ll see more of it now.”

He gets to see it all night as he holds and kisses you, and every day afterward when you see him. He never lets your hand go, and he kept very true to his promise.

He tells you every day.

You better reblog this

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

MHA/BNHA boys react to you: wearing another pros merch?!?!

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Parings: Izuku Midoriya X Fem!Reader, Katsuki Bakugo X Fem!Reader, Shoto Todoroki X Fem!Reader, Kirishima Eijiro X Fem!Reader, Denki Kaminari X Fem!Reader, Tamaki Amajiki X Fem!Reader, Keigo (Hawks) Takami X Fem!Reader.

Note: New to writing on tumblr so might not be the best, but I’ll get better promise ya. Btw they’re aged up to their 20’s.

Cw: suggestive but no actual smut yk, fluff, possessiveness, insecurities, jealousy, angst? No not really, swearing. think that’s it.

Masterlist

He was very very confused

Why were you wearing another pros merch?

He got slightly insecure abt it too

Did you not love him as much anymore? Did you not like the merch he gave you? Did you it like his stuff at all?

He tried not to stare at the Ingenium T-Shirt for too long, other wise me was sure he’d tear up and the last thing he needed was for you too see him cry

He don’t want to me that boyfriend— making it seem like the only thing your aloud to us are things that involve him

But why were you wearing this when you have a whole collection of Deku merch?

It was nagging at him really terribly, he just wants an answer, it wasn’t like he though you might have a thing for Iida… right?

You didn’t right?

You love him right!

That’s when he gave into his thoughs

“Why’re you wearing an Ingenium Hoodie?”

Great now you’ll thing he’s annoying and clingy

He didn’t expect for you to giggle at his pink flushed face

That only made him feel even worse

We’re you about to tell him because you love him? Because he’s you’re new favorite hero? Because he’s no longer the No. 1 in your heart?

He couldn’t handle that not a little bit

“‘Zuku, honey. Look at me.”

He didn’t even notice he had looked away from your beautiful eyes, but he looked back as soon as he heard you calm him

“The reason why I’m wearing this, is because all of my Deku merch is dirty and I needed to wash it. I just threw in the first hoodie I saw. No need to be upsets love.”

Ah, that made him feel so much better

But he also felt silly— getting jealous over something as simple as a hoodie

But he loved you so it justifies enough!!

The rest of the day you two just lounged around the house playing board games— you won most of them where he won all the ones that required a strategy… so he didn’t win to much…

But one again not his fault!!

He was just to busy staring at the gorgeous win he’s able to call his wife (that’s you yes you you gorgeous being)

He was pissed!!

Outraged!!!

Another word for angry!!

He comes home from a hard day at work, kicking ass, ready to just cuddle up to his wife and watch actions movies… AND HE SEES YOU WEARING ANOTHER HERO’S SWEATER!?!?!?

And to make matters worse worse it’s a DEKU SWEATER!?!

He was seething

You could pretty much see him foaming at the mouth

“The fuckin’ hell are you doing wearing that damn nerds merch!!”

As yes, death is one of the plausible chooses rn

You knew he was pissed when he closed the door without locking it— especially since he prides your safety so much

”U-uhm… I, I was just cold Kat—“

“Than wear my merch!! Not this stupid thing— why do you have this anyways!?!?”

When did you get this thing again?

And why did you have it??

Good he was so heated he wanted to go to the nerds place and bash his face in!!

He bought you pretty much every piece of his merch that came out when it came out

So why wear the nerds stuff?

His merch was clean, he knows because he wished it all yesterday and hung it in your closet…

Oh

“You little vixen.”

In barley a second the sweater was torn off of your body and you were left bare in front of your husband

“K-Katsuki—“

“Don’t ‘Katsuki’ me. You did this to yourself by being a bitch, so now you’ll get fucked like one, that’s why you wore his merch right? To piss me off?”

Silence

“Stay quiet then, you won’t be for long.”

Uhm… I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination-

He’s the one that doesn’t even really notice, nor care

It’s just a hoodie no big deal

It’s not not your walking around kissing Dynamite

Your just wearing his merchandise to support him and he thinks it’s nice of you

But then he saw you were naked underneath that for some reason made him uneasy

You never just walk around in nothing, whether it’s just a pair of shorts and a bra you’re never just naked…

Not even in his merch

What’s so special about Bakugo’s merch, huh?

Is it softer than his?

Smell nicer?

So you like him more?

“… Y/n why are you wearing Bakugo’s merch and not mine?”

He didn’t mean to say it out loud, it slipped!

He just wanted to think it but his mind and mouth had a difference of opinion

You looked at him confused, head tilted to the side as you sat on the slinger next to him

“What do you mean Sho?”

“You always wear my merch, no matter the day seems like. But now you’re wearing his merch, and your naked?”

You understood now, he was jealous

It wasn’t often your duel-haired husband was jealous— he barley showed any emotions at all

So it was quiet funny when you see he’s upsets over something as measly as a hoodie

“Shoto I threw this hoodie in so I could come downstairs and cook with you. I wanted to get down quickly before you left that’s all.”

He’s never felt so much relief wash over him than in that moment

You weren’t in love with Dynamite then

Good

After that the both of you made breakfast, throwing flour at each other getting it stuck in your hair, smearing Pancake batter on his face, then taking a shower together that was filled with kissed and love… making him 30 minutes late

Oh boy

Oh boy oh boy oh boy

He immediately tried to rip it off

It shocked you to your core

Kiri was never this aggressive when it came to what you wore

He never made you change or anything, he was your hype man, boasting about how hot you would look no matter how little you tried

But something snapped inside of him when he say you rocking the Shoto merch… he hated it

The redhead’s never been the possessive type

At all

But the way the crop-top hugged your curves and his name was was sitting comfortably on your chest

Where he lies his head after a hard days work?

Nope, he hated it

“Eiji baby!! What are you doing?!?!”

He paused

What was he doing?

He never broke out into a jealous rage like that…

Oh my god he was becoming Bakugo-

“I’m so sorry Little one! I don’t know what came over me— I— please forgive me!”

He scared himself with how he pretty much attacked your shirt

He just hated the way his name was Branded across your chest… the one for him to cuddle into, the one he got to kiss, the mounds he got it bite love marks on…

Had Shoto’s name on them

“I… I was jealous… I’m sorry..”

You’d be angry he ruined your shirt if he wasn’t so damn cute!!

It’s only the first time he’s done this, so you’ll let it slid

It wasn’t that big of a deal to you anyways, now you had an excuse to wear another piece of his merch out again

“There’s no need to be jealous Ei, I’m yours and you’re mine.”

You calmed him down with a soft kiss to the lips, making his knees go weak at how you treated him so sweetly

“All mine?”

He knew the answer, but asking didn’t hurt— just to make sure

“All yours.”

“Good~”

He took you out to a drive in movie theater, where you two cuddled up in soft blankets with popcorn and nachos enjoying each other’s company

He got all pouty about it

He kept pawing at the hoodie like that was your sure sign to take the thing off

But sadly you didn’t which made him pout more

… ok maybe you were teasing him— but you could help it he’s so fucking cute!!

“Babyyyy!! Wear my merch please, you look so much better in yellow than purpleee”

He didn’t like how the Suneater merch looked in you… no matter how much your titties bounced around and made him drool he hated it!!

You knew he was jealous, he tried very little to hide it

But at least listen to him!!

You’re man loves you so seeing you in purple instead of yellow makes him sad :(((

“Why Kami? Do I look bad?”

He recoiled so much at the words “bad” and “you” in the same sentence

Isn’t that like a grammatical error or something?

He immediately started to compliment you

Saying how you look like a living goddess to where the purple hoodie with Amajiki’s face on it hides your curves from his perverted- I mean loving view

“No no no! You never look bad spark plug— i just think my stuff brings out your eyes more, tho they are really, really pretty…”

He stopped talking for a moment to just stare into your eyes, getting lost in the beauty of them

“Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are.”

“Yes Kam many times my love.”

He nodded, completely forgetting what he was upset about

Oh yeah… that hoodie

He started whining, telling you— begging you to put his hoodie on instead of that

You finally comply to his wishes, throwing the purple fabric over your head and getting comfortable his the ChargeBolt hoodie

Which happens to be one of your favorite merch pieces might I add

Then you two sit on the couch and play Mario-Kart, shouting and pushing each other to make the other ness up or fall off the edge

He won a game and you jumped on him bc he had cheated, pulling him into a passionate kiss that made him sigh in content

“Was that a punishment or a reward? Because one or the other I’ll take all day any day.”

He was so goofy, but you’ve always loved that about him

Anxiety

That’s all

✨anxiety✨

He was scared you didn’t love him any more and that’s why you were proudly wearing Hawks merch

What was so special about it?

Did you not like what he got you? Was it not to your liking?

You noticed he seemed a lot more fidgety than usual, so you quickly took his hand in yours, rubbing gentle circles along his pale skin

“What’s wrong ‘Maki?”

Would you think he’s silly for being upsets that you worse a Hawks crop-top to your date?

No he’s got a right to be upsets right?

After all wearing another pro’s merch in front of your pro-hero husband on your 3rd anniversary gives him the right he pouty right?

He wouldn’t look at at you— no matter how much he wanted to see how pretty your eyes look with your perfectly winged eyeliner on—

Winged eyeliner?

Is it a theme with you tonight?

Are you trying to tell him something?

“Do you not love me anymore?”

God, he sounds like an insecure teenage boy

Its just winged eyeliner, no biggie Tamaki, it’s not like you’re wearing his merch…

Oh wait..

You looked baffled— you were baffled

He thought you didn’t love him anymore?

Why?

How?

“Why would you ask me that Tamaki?? You know I love you— from the bottom of my heart I do!!”

You’re to good for me, he thought

He never got mad at him, no matter how anxious he got you were always so loving to him

And he’s asking if you’re catching feelings if for a winged hero you’ve never even met

“Gosh I’m awful.”

This broke your heart

You knew why he was upset, it’s the crop-top

Why did you wear this thing?

Oh yeah, Hawks contacted you and asked if you could wear it to promote his stuff…

But why did he ask you? Doesn’t he have models for that or smthn?

And why would he need you to? He’s plenty popular, so it makes no sense…

Conveniently enough on your anniversary as well…

No, accusing people of things like that is wrong..

Bust lucky you brought a shirt to change into, and it was one of his favorites

“Give me a moment, I’ll be right back.”

You left the indigo haired man to his thought… not a good idea

He was questioning if you left him to find Hawks, to tell him you loved him and the two of you could fly away to where ever the fuck…

But you came back… in his merch now

“I’m sorry for upsetting you Tama, I wore the shirt because I was asked to, not because I wanted to. I love you so much and I’ll never love anyone like I love you, ok??”

That warmed his heart

Why was he afraid, you obviously live him, for 3 years you have!!

So you spent the rest of the night laughing with him, lightly teasing him here and there just to see his cheeks darken slightly

It was a great 3rd year!!

Cockiest bastard I’ve ever met

The fact that you were just chilling in a ChargeBolt hoodie never even dazed him, not even a little bit

Matter of fact it made him eve cockier when he saw you kept glancing over at him

He was busy finishing up some work and you just wanted his attention

So you put in one of your old hoodies and wore it around to get a rise out of him

He finds you needy face so so cute, it makes him all riled up but he won’t jump just yet

Maybe a little longer

But one thing is certain

You look way better in his merch, than ChargeBolts

He wants you to change so then and only then will he give you the attention you so badly desire

“…Keigooo~”

Your whining made it so much harder for him to make you change

Will he just up and tell you to change? No

You might me a brat, but he is too

“Is there something you want, Dove?”

Little shit knows what you want, he just won’t give it till you change out of that damned hoodie

And he’s getting want he wants— no matter how much of a bitch he’s gotta be

You both stared at each other intensely, digging into each other’s souls to see you’ll grow uncomfortable first

News flash

You won

“I want you to change, Doce. His hoodie is the only thing on this planet that makes you less attractive.“

Finally he says it!!

You smirk at finally getting his attention, throwing the hoodie across the room and slipping into your limited addition Hawks hoodie

“That’s much better~”

He grabs you by yours waist and pulled you into his lap, brushing his fingers gently over your thighs while smirking at you

“Now, how about I give you the attention you oh so desire, since you resorted to wearing that junk, you must want something from me, right Dove?”

Oh and did you get what you wanted

He made love to you the rest of the night, holding you tightly and caressing every inch of you that he could reach

Maybe you should wear ChargeBolts merch more often if this is what comes of it…

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