shouto always facetimes you when he's wearing a suit even if he has nothing to actually say, so one afternoon when you answer his incoming call and are greeted by the sight of his buttoned-down and lapelled chest, your face immediately feels hot.
"shouto?" you ask, your voice infuriatingly flustered even though you had tried your very best to choke it back. "what's up?"
and then he tilts the camera back up to its usual position—a little too high, so really it's just the bridge of his nose, his eyes, and the top of his head left at the very bottom of the screen. and simply he goes: "i'm wearing a suit."
"i can see that," you reply, resisting the urge to drag your hand down your face—equal parts frustrated and horrifically endeared to your boyfriend's familiar antics. "is that the reason you called?"
"i know you like when i wear them so i wanted to call and show you."
“gojo-sensei.”
megumi calls him softly. a rare tenderness underneath his stoic nature. the annoyance gone towards the man who raised him for the last twenty years.
a smile quirk up on satoru's lips. amused at megumi's surprising behavior towards him. he didn't say anything. remaining silent as he continued to speak.
“things happened a lot and i thought, although you're going to be annoying about it.” megumi swallows like his throat had gone dry before continuing. “i'm a father now.”
you slowly gave your baby to your husband. megumi gentle cradled the newborn in his arms before showing it to his teacher. “you're going to be a pain in the ass if i told you but meet, satoru.”
gojo's eyes widened. a chuckle escaping his lips at he looks at megumi. it seems like yesterday megumi was so little and now mature. a father now.
the baby let out a gentle coo. his eyes that are yet to open fluttered. “ (y/n) and i decided to name our kid from you.” megumi looks behind you and you smiled. resting your jaw in his shoulder as you caress the head of your child with megumi. “it's all thanks to you. pestering me and (y/n) and we have a kid now. i know i wasn't a good kid but thank you for the years you've raised me and tsumiki. looking out for me and (y/n). please do continue looking out for us and to our child.”
“now, now — megumi. don't get too emotional on me but —” a tear pooled at the corner of gojo's eyes. threatening to fall at any moment now. touched at megumi's words. “after all these years, you've gotten kind at me!” he dramatically speak. faking to faint before returning to his relaxed expression. “don't worry about it, you can always count on me.” he smiles. ruffling megumi's hair.
the wind gently blew in the open air. the leaves swaying on the branches and megumi feels light, contented. staring at the tombstone where his sensei was laid to rest after the shibuya incident. it's been years and the first thing he did after weeks of you giving birth was to introduce his child to his sensei, who stepped up as his father.
megumi didn't forget him. where everyone moved on and continued with their lives, megumi didn't forget his sensei who was dear to him. he wouldn't admit it.
“thank you for everything, gojo-sensei.”
they're so back ✨
there is something so damn satisfying about the face physics when Gojo and Yuta are swapped.
like you know very well Gojo is currently occupying Yuta's body because he gives some sort of edge to his facial expressions. meanwhile Yuta softens Gojo's facial expressions.
not to mention those edits of Sukuna without his face markings. you'd think he'd just be Yuji under that but it's a whole different character; a whole different aura.
i just really love it.
symbols and kaomojis
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ஃ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏༚*ᘡ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ஐຸ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏(′⅄‵)͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏~̑˟̑ෆ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꩵ
꒭꒱꒹꒟✩⃛͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏(*ꀛꀦꀛ*)͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏︶꒷꒦͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏꧁꧂
Masterlist ୨ৎ pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5
a look into Katsuki's isolation
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Glitter 𐔌 𐦯 : Okay so i know i said only one chapter left but... i wanted to give a little perspective into Katsuki's thoughts.
Warnings : Angsty, Female!Reader, Reader is a wife, Reader has children, bakugou is very sad, agruments, swearing, sadness, aged up characters, childern, babies.
W/C : 1.2k
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Katsuki is angry at you, and he fucking hates that.
It doesn’t happen often. Rarely, even. And when it does, it’s always fleeting—like when you hurt yourself doing something stupid, or when you tear yourself apart over things that aren’t your fault. Dumb shit. Shit he usually shuts down with a kiss to the temple and a gruff “knock it off.”
But right now? He’s raging.
The night you kicked him out happened fast. One minute, he was standing in the doorway, shoes still on, and the next, he was packing a bag in silence. He’d figured out pretty quick that it was because he hadn’t been… enough. Not affectionate enough. Not there enough. That’s fair. He gets it.
But also?
This whole thing is a unique kind of fucked.
He thought he was giving you space. Time. That’s what it was supposed to be. Because every time he tried to touch you, to close that gap, you froze up. And Katsuki doesn’t do ignoring signals. He thought you needed air. So he gave it to you. He focused on fixing all the other bullshit first, hoping you’d trust him again. Hoping it would feel safe again.
Clearly, that was the wrong fucking move. Now he’s crashing in Kirishima’s spare room like some washed-up loser who doesn’t know how to keep his family together.
And he’s pissed. At himself. At the situation. At you, even if he doesn’t want to be.
Because it feels unfair. Of course he wants to touch you. Hell, he’s been dying to. But he thought being respectful meant holding back, and you didn’t say a damn thing about it until you were telling him to get out. So how was he supposed to know?
He’s not angry at you the way he gets at other people. He’s frustrated. It twists in his gut, hot and sick and tight. He hates seeing you cry. Hates hearing you put yourself down (Why Katsuki Is Angry, Point One). And he really hates when things aren’t communicated (yeah, he gets the irony). You caught him off guard. Blindsided him. And now you’re both hurting. You’re upset. He’s upset. And him being out of the house? It feels too damn close to a real separation.
And that’s the part that makes his blood boil.
Two weeks of this. Two weeks of anger simmering low in his chest, mixing with a hollow sadness he can’t shake. And you still haven’t asked him to come back.
That scares him more than he’ll ever admit.
So his mood’s worse than usual—which is saying something. He’s snapping at civilians on patrol, his friends, and even the kids. That’s the part he hates the most.
It wasn’t even anything big. His head’s just so fucked up that he can’t hold onto his temper. And he misses you so much it’s making him stupid.
Koharu had been crying for nearly an hour, inconsolable in his arms. He tried everything. Nothing worked. And then Riko, standing small in the corner, mumbled, “Mama usually tries…”
And he lost it.
“Is your mother here? No? Then why bother telling me that?”
The words came out sharper than he meant. Meaner.
And the regret hit immediately. Riko’s face crumpled, her eyes wide and hurt, and Koharu only cried harder in his arms.
“Shit. Bug, I’m sorry,” he muttered, bouncing Koharu a little harder, desperate now. “I just—fuck.”
“It’s fine,” Riko said quietly, but she wouldn’t look at him. She slipped away to the guest room Kirishima set up for them, shutting the door behind her.
And he wanted to follow her. To say something. But the second he even thought about it, Koharu let out another wail in his arms, her little fists clenching in his shirt. So he spent the rest of the evening pacing the floor, whispering whatever nonsense he could think of to soothe her. By the time she finally wore herself out, heavy and damp against his chest, it was late. Too late.
And then it was time for them to go home.
He hated seeing Riko climb into the car without saying much of anything, her face drawn tight and distant. He hated it even more knowing it was his fault. Another mistake that dug deep. Another fuck-up he wouldn’t be able to take back.
Before he let them go, before he buckled her in, he crouched down next to her. Pulled her close and kissed the side of her head, his voice rough and quiet against her hair. “Sorry about earlier,” he muttered. “I love you.”
She only nodded. Didn’t say anything. And it felt like a weight settling on his chest that he couldn’t shake.
One of those parenting mistakes, he thought bitterly, that you don’t get a do-over for.
The girls went home after that. And he went back to Kirishima’s apartment.
Empty. Quiet. Not his.
He still refused to look for a new place, and he wasn’t planning to anytime soon. Not unless you forced his hand. Not unless you tore the ring off his finger and told him there was nothing left to fight for.
Getting a new place would make it final. Permanent. And that was something he wasn’t ready to swallow.
So instead, he walked through the door, dropped his keys on the counter like he lived there, and went straight to the shower. Sat there under the water until his skin felt raw, staring at the wall like it might tell him what the hell he was supposed to do next.
Kirishima wasn’t home yet, which was fine. Better. Katsuki wasn’t in the mood to talk anyway. But it stung.
It stung because he knew exactly where Kirishima was. Out with you.
He’d mentioned it casually earlier, real offhand, like it wasn’t a big deal. “Grabbing dinner with Y/N,” he’d said, before slipping his shoes on and bolting out the door before Katsuki could ask what the hell that was supposed to mean.
And that sucked.
Because maybe you were just dropping off his shit. Maybe you were handing him back the last pieces of his life and telling him not to contact you again. And if that was the case, well—at least Kirishima would soften the blow. Right? Right.
He let his head fall back against the tile with a quiet, humorless laugh. Yeah. That sucked too.
And for now, that was all he could do. Sit with it. Wait. Hope you’d still give him the chance to fix what he broke.
Because if there was still a way back to you, he’d take it.
No matter how much it hurt.
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oh he's hurting (one chapter left fr this time!!!)
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just when i thought he couldn't get hotter, he pulled up with this. I AM NEVER GETTING OVER THIS. HELLOOOO???!!! HELLO WHAT THE FUCK???
the monster's gone, he's on the run and your daddy's here...
(I get so emotional about dadjo plss I will go reread all fics)
333 .. スパーク 📎 i'll mop the floor with you
When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔
I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔
Gojo-core