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๐Ÿงท ฬŸ !! she/her eighteen manga reader

mariah the scientist choso jjk enthusiast.

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๐Ÿงท ฬŸ !! jjk m.list kny m.list blurbs

โญ‘ INBOX OPEN, TAKING REQUESTS, CHAT TO ME. โ€” CLOSED

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streamer!jo is mid-stream, leaning back in his chair, one hand on his mouse, the other lazily resting on the desk. when the door opens, he doesnโ€™t even look but instead plays.

โ€œchat, if I clutch this, you all have to donate at leastโ€”โ€

you walk in and he immediately looks back. โ€œhey,โ€ he says, already smiling, voice softening without him realizing. โ€œwhatโ€™re you doing?โ€ youโ€™re holding something carefully in both hands, eyes bright. โ€œI made something.โ€

gojo swivels his chair toward you, completely abandoning whatever he was doing. โ€œlemme see.โ€ you step closer and lift it proudly.

a full lego set. clean, detailed, and clearly not easy.

โ€œI built it,โ€ you say, a little proud, a little shy. gojo blinks then grins. โ€œno way you did that by yourself.โ€

you gasp, offended. โ€œi did! donโ€™t start.โ€

the chat as usual, explodes.

pinkglossbaby: SHE DID THAT??? itadori.exe: nah thatโ€™s actually impressive domainexpansionTHIS: gojo doubting already ๐Ÿ’€

you turn toward the stream, holding it up carefully so the camera can see.

โ€œdo you guys like it?,โ€ you question, reading some comments, โ€œthis was my first time and i had to follow the instructions exactly or it wouldn't align.โ€

gojo leans back, watching you instead of the screen, elbow on the armrest, chin in his hand, completely dazed

you keep going.

โ€œand people think you can just skip stepsโ€”no. you cannot skip steps. because then the top layer wonโ€™t connect properly and everything collapses.โ€

cursedenergyLOL: SHEโ€™S TEACHING US ๐Ÿ˜ญ nanamisworkwife33: the tone shift is crazy gojosblindfold: she said STRUCTURAL

satoru snorts softly, eyes flicking to chat, then back to you. โ€œyou hear yourself right now?โ€

you ignore him.

โ€œand this partโ€”โ€ you point at the set, โ€œthis took the longest because the pieces are similar but not the same, so i had to pay extra attention.โ€ you lean in a little closer to the camera, completely focused.

satorus hand comes to your waist automatically, just resting there, holding you in place. โ€œguys,โ€ he says lazily, โ€œshe didnโ€™t let me help, by the way.โ€ you turn your head, frowning. โ€œbecause you wouldโ€™ve messed it up.โ€

he gasps, offended. โ€œi would notโ€”โ€

โ€œyou wouldโ€™ve skipped steps.โ€

limitlesscrybaby: CLOCKEDDD sukunaIRL: yeah toru man ur cooked tojiZenin: sounds like a skill issue

satoru narrows his eyes at the screen then he looks back at you, lips twitching into a grin. โ€œit does look good though,โ€ he admits, quieter and you brighten instantly.

โ€œi know,โ€ you say proudly.

he laughs under his breath, pulling you a little closer into his lap again like itโ€™s second nature.

โ€œyeah,โ€ he murmurs, more to himself than anyone else. โ€œyouโ€™re cute when you explain stuff.โ€

you blink, shying away behind the lego piece.

KingZenin_Naoya: down bad, could never be me. cursedenergyLOL: donโ€™t worry we know gojoswifeREAL: THANK GOD frankoceansgf: did this guy really make a new acc๐Ÿ˜ญ tojisleftballsack: mute him already... LimitlessGojo muted KingZenin_Naoya LimitlessGojo banned KingZenin_Naoya

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the concept of thinking about how hiromi higuruma either sleeps like heโ€™s dead or doesnโ€™t sleep at all.

like thereโ€™s literally no in-between.

on the nights he does sleep, itโ€™s quick. final. like someone flipped a switch inside him.

he comes home late. tie loosened, blazer already being pulled off, the faint smell of paper and cold air clinging to him. he doesnโ€™t say much, just a quiet โ€œiโ€™m back,โ€. his voice is lower than usual, distant, sounding heavy.

he sits for a moment. shoes still on. staring at nothing. hands resting on his knees. then he stands, disappears into the bedroom, and collapses.

no scrolling, no light left on, no turning over. phone not even plugged in.

just stillness.

hiromi is flat on his back, arm draped across his stomach, breathing slow and deep like his body had finally forced him to shut down after working all those hours. he doesnโ€™t stir. doesnโ€™t twitch. doesnโ€™t mumble in his sleep.

and you donโ€™t disturb him.

then there are the other nights. the ones where he comes home just as late, just as quietโ€”but sleep never comes.

he showers. changes. sits at the edge of the bed. lays down, stares at the ceiling and lets the hours pass.

his body is tired, aching, but his mind refuses to follow. his thoughts linger. cases replay. voices echo. not loud, just persistent. he turns once. then back again. exhales slowly. closes his eyes then opens them again.

heโ€™s not restless, just awake.

the clock ticks. the room stays quiet. and he lies there, fully aware of every passing minute, like sleep is something just out of reach but not worth chasing.

sometimes, he doesnโ€™t even try.

he just sits up, runs a hand through his hair, and quietly leaves the bed. he makes tea he wonโ€™t finish. he stands by the window, looking out at nothing in particular.

and when you turn in bedโ€”huffing, he notices.

like always.

you shifting in bed. the quiet rustle of blankets. the way you glance at him, half-asleep.

he pauses.

then, softer than usual, almost hesitant โ€œgo back to sleep,โ€ he murmurs. not cold, not distant, just gentle, in the only way he allows himself to be infront of you.

and sometimes on rare nightsโ€”if you reach for him first, fingers brushing his wrist or sleeve, he stills.

then slowly, quietly, he lets himself sit beside you again.

not because heโ€™s tired.

but because, for a moment, itโ€™s quieter with you than it is in his own head.

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streamer!jo mid-sentence, leaning back in his chair, headset slightly crooked, the soft click of the door barely registers over the sound of his stream when you walk in. he stops, just for a second. his eyes flick over you. your tight, soft pajamas, the way they hug you just right, the faint scent that follows you in. his whole expression shifts into something quieter.

โ€œhey,โ€ you hum softly, walking over like itโ€™s nothing.

the chat explodes and he doesnโ€™t even glance at it.

voidking99: BROOOOO WHO IS THAT satorusimp420: HE GOT A GIRL?????? angelmilk: sheโ€™s so pretty what ๐Ÿ˜ญ gojosleft_toe3: WHY IS SHE IN HIS LAP LIKE THAT IM SICK

โ€œoh my fuck,โ€ he says instantly, voice lower now, already reaching for you.

you donโ€™t question itโ€”you never do. you just step between his legs and sit in his lap like itโ€™s your spot, because it is. his arms wrap around you immediately, pulling you close, one hand settling at your waist, the other resting along your thigh.

โ€œyou look so gooooood,โ€ he murmurs, nuzzling lightly into your shoulder for a second before straightening again, like he just remembered heโ€™s live.

his hand doesnโ€™t move though. it drifts. slowly. absentmindedly. down your thigh, fingers brushing soft circles like heโ€™s not even thinking about it. then back up, resting at your waist again.

the twitch chat is going insane.

you notice quickly

youโ€™re already leaning forward slightly, eyes scanning the stream, curious. โ€œwhat are they saying?โ€

โ€œnothing important,โ€ he mutters quickly, tightening his hold on you just a little.

too late.

you squint, reading out loud, confused, โ€œI usually skip this partโ€ฆ?โ€ your face still contempt, you tilt your head, genuinely puzzled. โ€œwhat does that mean?โ€ and then you shift. just a little. trying to get closer to the screen. but it makes you press back into him.

torus breath catches, just barely but enough.

youโ€™re still focused on the chat, completely oblivious, squirming slightly again to get comfortable. โ€œwait, thereโ€™s moreโ€”โ€

his arm tightens around your waist. not rough, just firm.

grounding.

his other hand stills on your thigh, fingers pressing in just a little like heโ€™s trying to anchor himself. โ€œhey,โ€ he says suddenly, sharper nowโ€”directed at the screen.

the chat floods faster.

softgirlcult: sheโ€™s literally clueless this is insane domainexpansionTHIS: โ€œi usually skip this partโ€ LMAOOOOOO gojoswifeREAL: GIRL DONT READ THAT OUT LOUD blueeyeaddickt: HE TENSED UP DID YALL SEE THAT

he exhales through his nose, jaw tightening slightly before he leans forward, voice dropping into something more commanding.

โ€œalright, thatโ€™s enough,โ€ he says, tone lazy. โ€œdonโ€™t read that stuff,โ€ he murmurs, voice softer now.

you blink, looking back at him. โ€œI was just askingโ€”โ€

โ€œdonโ€™t worry about them,โ€ he murmurs, softer now, eyes locked on yours. way too focused, way too intense. his arms tighten around you again, pulling you flush against him, chin resting lightly on your shoulder as he leans back into his chair.

chat? forgotten.

game? paused.

and satoru? completely, helplessly distracted by you.

megumislostdad: stream is over guys pack it up sukunaIRL: move chat iโ€™m watching this KING.naoyazenin: embarrassing. stand up bro LimitlessGojo banned KING.naoyazenin

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frat!jo who is physically incapable of giving you a normal kiss. every kiss turns into slow, soft lip kisses.

frat!jo who memorizes your exact lip combo like itโ€™s sacred information: liner shade, gloss brand, balm scent. he eventually starts carrying your lip products in his pockets โ€œjust in caseโ€ โ€”but itโ€™s really so he can keep kissing you.

his jean pockets = your makeup bag.

frat!jo who pulls your gloss out like a flex in front of his friends, and even sukuna himself is impressed by the way he doesnโ€™t care if people tease him. he gets genuinely offended if you use a different brand without telling him.

frat!jo who kisses you just to taste your lip gloss and how soft your lips are. he reapplies it for you with way too much focus, one big hand on your jaw while the other touches up your smudged combo. he loves when your lips are glossyโ€”says it makes you look โ€œtoo kissable.โ€

frat!kuna who secretly loves being pampered but would neverrrrr admit it. hard and cocky around his frat bros, but with you, he melts. even just a soft touch or a headband holding his hair back makes him clingy and quiet.

frat!kuna who believes skincare days are his favorite thing to do with you. heโ€™ll let you clean his face, put on masks, and massage moisturiser into his skin. the little gestures make his ears go red and whine about how itโ€™s cold, even if he acts like heโ€™s โ€œabove itโ€ in public.

frat!kuna whoโ€™s used to it. he trusts you completely. he doesnโ€™t question your hands on his skin, the way you lean into him while applying the products, or the way you think he looks so cute when he relaxes.

frat!kuna who lowkey gets clingy afterwards. once the skincare is done, heโ€™ll stay wrapped around you, hands moving from your back down to your ass as you lay on his broad chest.

frat!kuna whoโ€™d never tell his frat bros about what happens on days like these when you come over, especially not frat!jo. who does make fun of him for having such glowy skin whenever he comes back from your sorority house.

Itโ€™s one of those slow sunday evenings. the snow falls softly outside, and inside your sorority room itโ€™s warm and quiet. kunaโ€™s sprawled on your bed in sweatpants and shirtless, messy short cut hair, looking half asleep,but when you hold up the cute headband, he gives you an annoyed stare but obediently lets you push it back over his ears.

he fucking hates that cute headband.

โ€œmmโ€ฆyou always do this,โ€ he murmurs softly, voice low and rough, but thereโ€™s no bite today, just warmth and trust. you giggle, holding the cleanser in your hands. โ€œI know, and you love it,โ€ you tease gently. he grunts softly, leaning into your touch as you start massaging the foam into his cheeks, eyes fluttering closed. โ€œshut upโ€ฆonly allowing this because itโ€™s you,โ€ he admits, the usual fratboy arrogance replaced by something tender.

you lean over him, brushing his stray hairs back, humming softly as you work. every so often, he catches your hand and holds it to his lips, giving your fingers a sweet kiss before setting them down and closing his eyes. by the end of the routine, heโ€™s quiet, still, soft. head on your pillow as you smooth the moisturizer into his skin. his hand softly rubs up and down your thigh, barely above a whisper, โ€œyour so lucky to have me.โ€

and you know, heโ€™s never saying it in public, never admitting it to anyone else, but in this little bubble, heโ€™s yours completely

you perch up, โ€œwait shouldnโ€™t it be the other way around..?โ€

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frat!jo who becomes a menace about your attention. if youโ€™re not looking at him, heโ€™ll literally lean into your line of sight. if youโ€™re talking to someone else too long, heโ€™s suddenly there too, smiling, friendly, but with that subtle claim in his posture.

frat!jo who's touchy in the most obvious way. hand on your waist. thumb rubbing circles on your hip. fingers laced with yours in public like itโ€™s natural. he doesnโ€™t ask, he just does it, like your body is his comfort object.

frat!jo who flirts like itโ€™s a sport. heโ€™ll whisper compliments and sweet nothings in your ear in the middle of conversations just to make you blush. he lives for your reactions, your little embarrassed noises, the way your eyes widen when he gets bold.

frat!jo whoโ€™s clingy when youโ€™re alone. the second youโ€™re in private, heโ€™s on you. head on your shoulder. arms around your waist. following you from the kitchen to his room like a damn cat.

โ€œwhere are you going?โ€

โ€œto the bathroom.โ€

โ€œiโ€™m coming.โ€

frat!jo who acts needy on purpose. heโ€™ll whine for kisses, complain dramatically when you donโ€™t cuddle him, pout when youโ€™re studying. heโ€™ll lay across your lap like dead weight and stare up at you until you give in. he gets territorial when heโ€™s drunk. not angry, worse. affectionate. heโ€™ll pull you into his lap in front of everyone, bury his face in your neck, kiss your cheek like he canโ€™t stop. he becomes unbearably sweet and clingy, like he wants the whole room to know.

frat!jo who's protective in a quiet, dangerous way. if someone tries something with you, satoru's smile stays, but his eyes donโ€™t. heโ€™ll step in with that light tone, polite, playful, while making it clear the guy should leave before it becomes a problem.

frat!jo who loves making you feel wanted. satoru is a tease, but when heโ€™s obsessed, heโ€™s also soft. heโ€™ll tell you youโ€™re pretty, that youโ€™re his favorite, that he likes you close. and heโ€™ll say it like itโ€™s obvious, like heโ€™s not capable of liking anyone else the same way.

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frat!kuna doesnโ€™t โ€œkeep upโ€ with people, he monitors.

you notice it first in the smallest ways. how heโ€™s always the first to view your story, even when itโ€™s 2:13AM and youโ€™re just posting a dumb mirror pic in your pajama shorts. the little viewer list always has his name sitting there like a threat.

then it gets worse. you post a selfie? he likes it in under a minute. you post a sunset? he doesnโ€™t react, because itโ€™s not you. you post yourself dressed up for a night out with your friends? suddenly thereโ€™s a notification.

sukuna ryomen replied to your story:

where are you going dressed like that?

you laugh, thumbs hovering, heart tapping a little too fast.

why do u care? lol

three dots appear instantly.

because Iโ€™m looking at you.

you swallow. heat creeps up your neck. and like clockwork, ten minutes later, you hear it. a car outside. not honking. not calling.

just waiting.

your phone lights up again.

come outside. i wanna see you in person.

and you swear you can practically hear the smirk in his voice through the screen, like he already knows youโ€™re gonna do it.

like he already knows youโ€™re his.

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MDNI!

sexdrunk!choso whoโ€™s always needy around you when he's horny, voice soft, whining, almost like heโ€™s embarrassed by how much he craves you. you could just lean close, and he melts, muttering your name over and over.

he loves it when you take the lead, like youโ€™re in control of the situation. the way you move and ride his aching cock, your pussy juices releasing and making your pussy soooo slippery, the way you smile down at him, all hot and cuteโ€”it makes him desperate. you can see it in his eyes, that low whiny sound escaping whenever you tease him.

heโ€™s clingy and whiny in private, holding onto your ass like heโ€™s scared youโ€™ll leave. and when you pull out his hard pink cock, just to graze and tease his tip, he groans in frustration, muttering under his breath, โ€œbabyโ€”donโ€™t stopโ€ฆ please.โ€

he canโ€™t hide how much he adores your attention. every time you shift closer, every time your warm tits brush up against his face when you ride him, he melts and whines softly, voice cracking with desire, cock leaking his hot cum , tensing as he moans loudly. leaning into you as if he canโ€™t get enough.

even though heโ€™s whiny and soft, heโ€™s obsessively attentive. he notices your little movements, your reactions, and heโ€™s desperate to make you feel good. the way you tease him? It drives him wild, and he openly loves every second of it.

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MDNI!

sneakylink!satoru who hates condoms.

hates it when you insist. hates it when you try to be responsible. hates it because it gets in the way of him feeling you, all of you. and he makes it very clear. โ€œbabyโ€ฆโ€ he whines, voice low and whiny, pressing his forehead to yours, lips brushing your cheek. โ€œwhy do you make me use this thing? itโ€™s not fair.โ€

you roll your eyes, trying to push him back gently. โ€œgojo, donโ€™t start. You know why.โ€

he groans, dragging his hands down your sides like he canโ€™t help himself. โ€œi know, I know, I knowโ€ฆโ€ he leans closer, voice dropping, needy. โ€œitโ€™s just, I hate it when I have to wait. I hate it when I canโ€™t feel you.โ€ he whines again, soft, desperate, like a spoiled child, but itโ€™s intoxicating. you feel him pressing into you, every inch greedy and impatient, like heโ€™s about to melt if you pull away even slightly.

MDNI!

dadsbestfriend!toji who lingered in the garage doorway, pretending to examine tools. your dad had gone inside to grab another drink, leaving him alone with the sight of you in the blazing afternoon. he told himself he was just admiring, just noticing how effortless you looked, how alive in the sunโ€”but his chest tightened in a way that was hard to ignore.

the summer sun beat down, making the driveway shimmer with heat. you were bent over the car, hands moving in careful circles across the windshield, sweat sticking your hair to your neck, and trickling down your chest. the tight white tank top that harshly outlined the hardness of your nipples and the teeny tiny shorts you wore that rode up when you bent, not out of design but because the sun was relentless. you were focused, plumpy glossy lips bitten in concentration, unaware of how easily your movements caught the eye.

he stared hard. his eyes not leaving the heavenly sight of you in the blazing, hot sun. he licked the bottom of his scared lip.

you tilted your head, catching a stray splash of water that had landed on your tits and arms, and you shook it off with a small, frustrated sigh. he watched the droplets settle into your white tank top, seeping through and outlining the roundness of your tits. tojiโ€™s hand flexed at his side, not moving, but the heat in the air between you made his jaw tense. every subtle motionโ€”the way you bent, the way your tits bounced signalling that you wore no bra as you movedโ€”was impossible for him to look away from.

and then you noticed him. your eyes met his from across the driveway, and you gave a casual wave, sweet lips curved in a small, flirty smile. it was innocent enough to be sweet, teasing enough to make his chest tighten. that smile, the way you looked at him like he was part of your world for a second, was enough to leave him frozen, his usual composure slipping just slightly.

he swallowed, voice low as he finally spoke, more to himself: โ€œshit.โ€

you laughed softly, the sound warm and light, and waved again, completely unaware of how much attention you had him under. toji stayed where he was, pretending to lean against the doorway, but every inch of him was watching, memorizing. the sun, the summer heat, the effortless way you movedโ€”it was all a trap he didnโ€™t want to escape from.

and as your dadโ€™s voice called from the house, tojiโ€™s dark gaze followed you for a moment longer before he finally tore himself away. but he didnโ€™t walk inside. not yet. he lingered, imagining a hundred ways he could make you notice himโ€”not in words, not in gestures, but in the subtle, commanding way he always moved through a space.

because in that moment, the sun and sweat and laughter were just background. you were all he saw.

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dadsbestfriend!toji who notices you before you even speak. not because youโ€™re loud. because youโ€™re soft. the kind of soft that doesnโ€™t belong in his world, clean, sweet, sheltered. you walk in like sunlight through a cracked door, and for a second he just stares, expression blank, eyes sharp like a blade. heโ€™s not impressed easily, but something about you makes him pause like heโ€™s been caught off guard.

dadsbestfriend!toji who clocks your โ€œdaddyโ€™s girlโ€ vibe instantly. the polite voice. the gentle smile. the way you look to your dad for approval without even realizing you do it. youโ€™re the kind of girl whoโ€™s been protected, adored, spoiled in all the right ways. toji doesnโ€™t judge itโ€”he registers it. like heโ€™s reading a label that says: not for you.

dadsbestfriend!toji who hates how pretty you are in such an innocent way. itโ€™s not the loud, obvious kind of attractive. itโ€™s the kind that makes men stupid. your glossy lips, your warm scent, the way you look up at him like heโ€™s just another adult in your life. it does something to him, something dark and impatient, because you donโ€™t know what youโ€™re doing just by existing like that.

dadsbestfriend!toji whos eyes are disrespectful even when his mouth is polite.tojiโ€™s voice stays calm. low. casual. he says the right things. โ€œnice tโ€™meet you.โ€ โ€œyouโ€™ve gotten big.โ€ the normal stuff. but his gaze drifts in a way thatโ€™s not normal. slow, heavy, instinctive. like his body reacts before his brain can correct it.

youโ€™re sweet to him, and thatโ€™s what makes it dangerous.you smile like you trust him because your dad trusts him. you offer him a drink. you ask him how heโ€™s been. you treat him gentlyโ€”like heโ€™s family. and toji feels something sharp twist in his chest because he knows heโ€™s not the kind of man who deserves that softness.

dadsbestfriend!toji who tests you without looking like heโ€™s testing you. he asks little questionsโ€”where you go to college, what youโ€™re studying, what youโ€™re into. his tone stays lazy, almost bored, but his eyes donโ€™t miss anything. he watches the way you react. watches how easy it is to make you flustered. like heโ€™s learning your weak spots out of habit.

dadsbestfriend!toji who when you call him โ€œmr. fushiguro,โ€ ruins him. because it sounds innocent. pretty. like youโ€™re trying to be good. And something in Toji reacts, something possessive and wrong, like he wants to hear you say it again, closer, softer.

dadsbestfriend!toji who keeps his distance, but heโ€™s always aware of you.even when he leans back on the couch and acts like he doesnโ€™t care, he tracks you. where you stand. When you pass by. when you bend down to pick something up. his attention is silent, constant, animal.

your dad doesnโ€™t notice. but toji does. your dad laughs with him like normal. like old times. like this is safe. and tojiโ€™s face stays neutral, but inside heโ€™s thinking: if he knew what Iโ€™m thinking right now, heโ€™d kill me.

And toji would deserve it.

dadsbestfriend!toji who canโ€™t stop thinking about you. not in a romantic way. in a hunger way. like youโ€™ve gotten under his skin. like youโ€™re the kind of mistake a man makes once and never recovers from. he tells himself youโ€™re off limits. he tells himself he doesnโ€™t care.

but tojiโ€™s self-control has never been about being good. Itโ€™s always been about choosing when to be bad.

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two one MDNI!

that night, stalker!choso doesnโ€™t go home the way a normal person does.

he goes home like heโ€™s carrying something sacred in his chest, something fragile and holy and wrong. his hands are steady, his face unreadable, but inside him thereโ€™s a pressure building with every breath. like the memory of you is too big for his body. like your voice is still in his ear, soft and polite, like you trusted him without knowing what that trust would do to him.

he locks his door. checks it twice. then a third time, as if someone could steal the thought of you out of his head.

is room is quiet. Too quiet.

choso sits on the edge of his bed and stares at nothing, trying to force the feeling down into something manageable. he tells himself youโ€™re just a stranger. that you were kind to him because youโ€™re kind to everyone. that he shouldnโ€™t be thinking about you at all.

but his mind betrays him with cruel devotion.

the way your eyes lifted to him. the way your lips parted before you spoke. the tiny hesitationโ€”like you were nervous asking for help. like you didnโ€™t know how easy it would be for him to say yes.

choso leans back, head hitting the wall behind him, and lets out a slow breath. his chest feels tight, like heโ€™s being squeezed from the inside. his thoughts keep circling back to the same thing: you walking away. your back turned. the sound of your footsteps leaving him.

the mere thought of you makes his cock stiff. the way your pretty, glossy lips formed a nervous smile. the boxers he was wearing suddenly became too tight, pressing against his cock, and his breath hardened.

he hates that you can leave. that you can exist without him.

he closes his eyes and tries to picture you again, but itโ€™s too vividโ€”too alive. his imagination isnโ€™t gentle. Itโ€™s greedy. It fills in everything: the warmth of your skin, the softness of your voice, the way you might sound if you said his name like you meant it.

he reaches down into his pants and grabs his firm, pulsing cock. his finger brushed the tip where the pre-cum had started to seep as he looked down.

he let out a loud whine.

his hand drifts up, not even fully conscious of it at first, fingers pressing against his mouth as if he can silence himself. as if he can stop the ache by force.

It doesnโ€™t help.

because the ache isnโ€™t just physicalโ€”itโ€™s emotional. Itโ€™s spiritual. Itโ€™s the horrible, tender feeling of wanting someone who doesnโ€™t even know youโ€™re suffering over them.

he thinks of you unlocking your door, grabbing him by his shirt, placing your pretty lips onto his. your arms hooking around his neck for him to carry you, squeeze you, feel your pussy grind on him.

and the thought turns him sick with devotion.

his hand wraps around his cock and squeezes tight, so much pre cum leaking, itโ€™s unbelievable. his other hand pulls back his long strands. they were getting in the way.

he wants to be good. he wants to be the kind of man you could trust if you ever looked at him long enough to know him. he wants to be someone worthy of the softness in your voice.

but heโ€™s already crossed the line.

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the first time stalker!choso follows you home, it isnโ€™t planned. he tells himself heโ€™s just walking the same way. that itโ€™s coincidence. that the ache in his chest is concern, not desire. but when you turn left and he turns left too, something quiet and irreversible settles into him.

he keeps his distance. always half a block behind. far enough that you wonโ€™t hear his footsteps. close enough that if something happenedโ€”if you tripped, if someone spoke to you wrong, he could reach you. his hands curl into fists the entire time.

he memorizes your pace. the way you slow at corners. the way you hesitate before crossing the street. the tiny hitch in your step when youโ€™re tired. he adjusts himself to you like instinct, like his body already knows how to move around yours.

every time you glance over your shoulder, his heart stops. he freezes. lowers his gaze. becomes nothing. he hates himself for the relief that floods him when you donโ€™t notice, because part of him wants you to. Just once. just enough to look at him again.

when you reach your building, he almost leaves. almost. he watches you unlock the door. watches you step inside safely. the rational part of him screams that this is enough. that this is where he should stop.

he doesnโ€™t.

he stays until the light in your window turns on. counts the floors. counts the seconds. when it finally glows, his chest loosens like heโ€™s been holding his breath the entire walk.

that night, he canโ€™t sleep.

because now he knows where you live. and knowing feels like both a sin and a promise. he tells himself it was just once. just to make sure you were safe. just because angels shouldnโ€™t walk home alone.

but deep down, stalker!choso already understands the truth: Once was never going to be enough.

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stalker!choso who never thought heโ€™d meet an angel in real life. the way you asked so politely, voice barely above a murmur. the way your eyes flicked up at him like you were unsure heโ€™d say yes. He reached the top shelf without thinking, but he couldnโ€™t stop thinking about you after.

stalker!choso who replays your voice in his head. the soft thank-you. The breath at the end of it. he tells himself itโ€™s normal to remember a strangerโ€™s voice, but no matter how hard he tries, it wonโ€™t leave him alone.

stalker!choso who lingers in that aisle long after youโ€™re gone. he stands there pretending to read labels, heart steady but heavy, wondering if angels shop aloneโ€ฆ or if you belong to someone who doesnโ€™t deserve you.

stalker!choso who starts going to that supermarket at the same time every week. not to see youโ€”he tells himself thatโ€™s ridiculous. just in case. just to make sure youโ€™re safe. Just to exist in the same space again.

stalker!choso who notices the smallest things. the brand you reach for. the way you tuck your hair behind your ear when youโ€™re thinking. the hesitation before you choose something. he learns your habits like prayers.

stalker!choso who convinces himself this is protection, not obsession. he watches from a distance. always a distance. heโ€™d never scare you. never approach again unless you speak first. he just needs to know you make it home.

stalker!choso who feels something ugly twist when someone walks too close to you. His jaw tightens. his blood hums. he hates himself for the thoughtโ€”but part of him believes no one should touch something so gentle.

stalker!choso who memorizes your face so he can dream of it. not touching. not claiming. just watching you exist in peace. in his dreams, you smile at him again. ask him for help again. need him again.

stalker!choso who whispers your thank-you like itโ€™s a vow. he never forgets you. not after one moment. not after a thousand days. because angels donโ€™t come down twiceโ€”and he refuses to miss you if you do.

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frat!kuna who hates you in that lazy, arrogant wayโ€”like youโ€™re an inconvenience he canโ€™t believe he has to witness. Youโ€™re too sweet, too quiet, too present, too you, and he acts like it makes his skin itch.

heโ€™s mean about it in the beginning, too sharp-tongued and smug, always looking for a way to knock you down a peg. if you greet him, he barely responds. if you try to joke with him, he stares at you like youโ€™re stupid. if you sit near him, he shifts like youโ€™re invading his space.

so you try to ignore him.

but the worst part? The more you try to ignore him back, the more he starts paying attention.

it starts with him watching you, like he canโ€™t help it. youโ€™ll be talking to someone else and youโ€™ll catch him staring from across the room, expression unreadable.

the shift is slow, but itโ€™s real: his hate turns into fixation. he starts remembering things about you. your favourite drink, the snack you always steal, the hoodie you wear when youโ€™re cold. and he doesnโ€™t say it out loudโ€”god noโ€”but he starts making sure those things are around. youโ€™ll mention youโ€™re cold and suddenly thereโ€™s a blanket thrown at you from across the room, and when you look up heโ€™s already staring like he dares you to say thank you.

once he crosses the line into liking you, he becomes lowkey possessive. not in a sweet way. In a โ€œdonโ€™t test meโ€ way. heโ€™ll start calling you namesโ€”sweetheart, pretty thing, bratโ€”but only when youโ€™re alone or when heโ€™s annoyed. heโ€™ll stand too close when youโ€™re in public, towering over you like a threat disguised as a boyfriend. And if you ask him what his problem is, heโ€™ll tilt his head, smirk, and go, โ€œmy problem is you,โ€ like itโ€™s your fault he canโ€™t stop thinking about you.

frat!kuna who gets jealous before he even admits he likes you. thatโ€™s the funniest part. If another guy talks to you too long, sukunaโ€™s mood turns nasty. not obviousโ€”heโ€™s too prideful for that,but heโ€™ll start interrupting. heโ€™ll talk over them. heโ€™ll physically insert himself between you like itโ€™s normal.

The first time he realizes he actually likes you, it makes him furious. He acts like you did it on purpose. like you trapped him. like you cursed him. heโ€™ll glare at you more, act colder, avoid you for daysโ€”then show up again like nothing happened. except now heโ€™s always touching you โ€œaccidentally.โ€ his hand brushing your waist when he passes. his knee pressing against yours under the table. His fingers catching your wrist when you try to walk away. Heโ€™ll do it like itโ€™s casual, like he isnโ€™t losing his mind.

heโ€™s also protective in the most infuriating way.

at parties, he turns into a menace. he pretends he doesnโ€™t care, pretends youโ€™re not special, pretends youโ€™re just โ€œsome girlโ€ he canโ€™t stand, until you look too good. then heโ€™s staring. tracking you. Following you with his eyes like heโ€™s hunting. if youโ€™re talking to someone else, heโ€™ll show up behind you and murmur something rude into your ear just to make you jump, just to see your reaction. and when you glare at him, he smiles like he won. like he just needed proof you still feel him near you.

eventually it becomes obvious that he doesnโ€™t hate you anymore. Heโ€™s just in denial. heโ€™ll complain about you constantly while always being around you. heโ€™ll act like youโ€™re a pain while saving you a seat. heโ€™ll pretend he doesnโ€™t like you while memorizing your schedule. Itโ€™s ridiculous.

then one day you finally get fed up. you snap at him. you tell him to stop acting like he hates you. you tell him youโ€™re done trying.

and Sukuna, the cockiest man alive, goes quiet.

because thatโ€™s when it hits him: he doesnโ€™t want you to leave. he doesnโ€™t want you to move on. he doesnโ€™t want you with anyone else.

so he does the most sukuna thing ever, he doubles down. he corners you. He blocks your path. he leans in too close, eyes burning, voice low and rough. โ€œyouโ€™re not done,โ€ he tells you. โ€œnot with me.โ€ like itโ€™s not a request. like itโ€™s a fact. Like he already decided.

because once frat!kuna stops โ€œhatingโ€ you, he loves you like a damn curse. clingy, territorial, obsessed, acting like heโ€™s still annoyed while keeping you wrapped up in his life. heโ€™ll still insult you, still act arrogant, still pretend he doesnโ€™t care,

but now heโ€™s always there, now youโ€™re his.

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frat!kuna who watched you with that arrogant, amused stare, chin tilted, eyes half-lidded like he already knew exactly how this was going to end.

you, meanwhile, were fighting for your life.

your breathing was getting uneven, soft pants slipping out between your lips as you tried to keep your grip steady. your arms trembledโ€”tiny shakes you tried to hide, like sheer willpower could stop your muscles from burning. โ€œmmnโ€”โ€ you whined under your breath, cheeks puffing in a pout as you adjusted your hands again. โ€œI can do it,โ€

sukunas mouth twitched, like he was holding back a laugh. โ€œyou sure baby??โ€

โ€œyes,โ€ you snapped instantly, voice small and stubborn at the same time. โ€œstop staring at me like that.โ€ โ€œlike what?โ€ he asked, leaning forward a little. his tone dipped lowerโ€”teasing, dangerous in the way it sounded like it could turn into something else. โ€œlike Iโ€™m enjoying the view?โ€

your breath hitched, and you hated that it did.

you tried to focus again, tried to pull through the burn, but it only made you pant harder. your whole body tensed, shoulders tight, hands strainingโ€”your grip slipping for a split second before you caught it again.

his eyes tracked every little movement, every tremble. โ€œYouโ€™re shaking,โ€ he murmured, like he was pointing out something indecent. โ€œIโ€™m not,โ€ you insisted immediately, even as your arms betrayed you again. You shot him a glare, lips pushed out in a pout. โ€œstop distracting me.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not doing anything,โ€ he said, voice sweet with mock innocence. โ€œYouโ€™re the one making those cute little noises.โ€

he came closer.

the shift in his presence was instant, suddenly he was right behind you, close enough that you could feel his body heat. you stiffened, still panting, still struggling, still refusing to give up even when your arms felt like they were about to give out. his hand slid to your waist, firm, steadying you.

your breath stuttered.

โ€œthatโ€™s enough,โ€ he said, almost gentle. you turned your head, cheeks burning, still breathing hard. โ€œI had itโ€”!โ€

his smile widenedโ€”boyish, annoying, gorgeous. โ€œSweetheart,โ€ he drawled, finally saying it like the punchline to a joke, โ€œitโ€™s a ten-pound dumbbell.โ€

there was a beat of silence.

โ€œโ€ฆshut up.โ€

sukuna laughedโ€”loud, bright, completely unbothered, and you made a wounded, whiney noise as you shoved his chest with both hands.

โ€œI hate you!โ€

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