Man Of The Decade

meow.

Don’t you just love it when they relax like normal teenagers instead of fighting

MOONFLOWER — m.list

summary. hot girl cheerleader doing hot girl cheerleader things in college. that includes fucking your hot group project partner, having an art major become obsessed with you, finding out your boyfriend is a serial killer, and starting a cult with your serial killer boyfriend and incubus boyfriend.

pairings. geto x reader, geto x reader x gojo, nanami x reader

note. these can each be read as a standalone, but in my room can be read to understand duality better. if you’d like to read them all, they’re in chronological order to the timeline of this au!

: ̗̀➛ BURNING DESIRE — NANAMI K. TBA*

: ̗̀➛ DIET MOUNTAIN DEW — GETO S. TBA*

summary: while grieving the loss of his soulmate, suguru believes that he’ll never fall in love again—until he sets his eyes on you. ♡

no curses au, college au, stalking, male masturbation, nonconsensual picture taking, voyeurism, panty sniffing, obsession, geto-centric, mentions of grief, tags TBA

: ̗̀➛ IN MY ROOM — GETO S.

summary: you had excused your artist boyfriend’s absence until you’re given reason to believe that he may be cheating on you. blatant disrespect is something you won’t take, so you set off to off confront him. turns out, suguru is actually a murderer. all that matters is that he isn’t cheating ♡. 8k

no curses au, established relationship, brief descriptions of murder, blood, brief alcohol consumption, knife play, exhibitionism, dom/sub dynamics, slapping, subspace, blood play, come eating, tw gojo

: ̗̀➛ DUALITY — GETO + GOJO

summary: a human cannot survive being with an incubus, and becoming more than a human involves things such as making deals with demons. you and suguru would do anything to be with your boyfriend, your shared love. nothing, or anyone else matters. it’s all in the name of romance and love. ♡ 17k.

no curses au, college au, poly relationship, incubus!gojo, blood, murder, violence, manipulation, gaslighting, switching, threesome, double penetration, creampie, power imbalances, descriptions of oral (male receiving), come eating, slapping, somnophilia, derealization, blood play, pain play kinda, breeding kink, cults, a lot of blood, mentions of cannibalism

angel

character: shinichiro

content: fluff, oh so fluffy, use of female pronouns, shin being soft and a simp, this takes place in the past when emma and mikey are still little children

synopsis: shinichiro finally gets a girlfriend but no one seems to believe him so what does he do? show you off of course!

word count: 1.5k

ive been meaning to write a shin fic for a while now and here we are hehe this is for all my shin simps <3

tagging: @softshiin @sanzuchi @shinscig

Shinichiro was a hopeless romantic, having rejected 20 times, one would think that he would never have any luck getting one to call his own. But one day, a higher being seemed to have heard his prayers when his eyes fell upon your angelic form, he swore he could hear chime bells ringing when he first saw you pass by his bike shop. Scrambling to his feet, he hurries to you to try and get your number, he was honestly expecting you to reject him there and then, but surprisingly, you agreed with that pretty grin on your face - one which he forever etched in his memory - and the rest was history. 

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HARD TO GET MASTERLIST

ran haitani has a reputation to uphold. yet it all comes crumbling down when his newest target has no interest in playing his little game. he’s now determined to add your heart to his collection — he is down to do anything

pairings. ran haitani x f!reader

tags. drinking, blackmail, angst, explicit sexual content, smoking, loss of virginity, bullying, introverted reader, misogyny, mental breakdowns, reader hurts ran’s pride & ego, slow burn

one , two , three , four , five , six , seven , eight , nine, ten , eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen

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Something about the idea of Satoru being a really easy blusher. Like he tries to be all nonchalant and calm, but his cute pink cheeks are an instant give away. But sometimes he doesn’t even realise himself. He’s the king of playing it cool, you could place your hand on his thigh during a movie and just watch as his skin changes to a shade of dusty pink.

“You okay Toru?”

And with a harsh clear of his throat he would answer “yeah perfectly fine sweets”

To be fair if he wasnt bright pink he might have had you fooled, But you knew, and you were more than prepared to use that to your advantage.

Whenever you notice that pink dancing across his cheeks, you know it’s the. perfect opportunity to tease him, and watch how red he can truly go.

“You smell so good today toru” nuzzling close to him now, dipping your head into his neck, brushing over the skin gently with your lips before pulling back, glancing at him to watch the progression of his blush.

“Thanks baby”

It was truly adorable. So adorable that you wanted to see just how pink he could go.

That’s how you ended up in between his legs, sucking his cock so sweetly he was certain he way going to pass out. Arm flung over his face with his head thrown back, doing his best not to thrust up into your mouth. Delicate whimpers leaving his throat as much as he tried to hide them. Your pretty lips wrapped around his so well. But this just wouldnt do, you couldn’t see his pretty face if he was hiding it from you. Releasing him from your mouth with a wet ‘Pop’ replacing your mouth with your hand, you called out to him

“Toru.” God his name sounded so much better from you

“Toru” you tried once more, running your thumb over his slit, forcing his attention “Look at me baby”

He could hardly resist when you were asking him so sweetly, being so good to him.

Lowering his arm, peeling his glossy eyes open to lock onto yours, quivering lip bitten between his teeth as his hips buck to meet your hand.

a smile graced your saliva covered lips as you finally saw him, watery eyes and flushed skin. He was the most beautiful shade of pink.

Your hand never slowing, you eyes locked onto him as he chased his high

“You look so handsome when you blush for me ‘Toru”

That was the last thing he expected to hear, and the last thing he thought would send him over the edge, but it certainly did.

Hot ropes of cum coating your hands as he moaned out your name, his thick length twitching in your grasp as he came, hips rising off the couch as he fucked your hand, chest heaving as his orgasm washed over him.

You made a mental note to see if you could get him even redder next time

it's midnight and your husband, ran, thinks it's the best time to pour his feelings out for you.

"we're married."

coldness paints both of your bodies, to which you find delight in. everything feels perfect — you're well rested under the warmth of the comforter, your husband's arm is draped protectively on your waist, and the cerulean hues of your little night light rests on the night stand.

it feels perfect, almost. if only your husband hadn't kept muttering his musings to himself as you lie on his side.

"can't believe we're married," ran murmurs to himself. "i love you. i love you so much, sweetheart. have i ever told you how grateful i am you stayed with me?"

a minute ago, you were almost asleep. and you're certain it's late by now — the clock had probably struck midnight, yet you wonder to yourself why your husband was still fully awake on your side, much less pouring out his feelings for you when you're almost half asleep due to being lulled by his voice.

you don't complain, nor do you move. your head is gingerly turned to your side, eyes shut tight as you listen closely to ran's words.

"we've only been married for a week and wow," he lets out a chuckle, a smile appearing on his lips. "i can't wait 'til we're married for more than sixty years; that's a long time we're gonna be with each other — i hope you don't mind... sticking on my side throughout those times."

ran lifts his arm from your waist momentarily, only to reach forward and caress your face with his thumb. the smile never once faltered from his face as he watches your 'sleeping' form.

it's a bit embarrassing, he thinks, to think that he feels conscious with himself as he's pouring every little bit of feeling he has. it's a probable that you're asleep because it's been hours since the two of you went to bed, and it's late, so here he had been — writing each and every appreciation he has for you out loud, murmuring them in hopes that it reaches your dreams.

and hopefully one day, he'll have the courage to voice all of this to you.

"don't worry, i'm your husband. i won't let any harm come to you — if anything, they'd have to pass through me first.... and maybe rindou too." his words brought a small smile to your face. "i promise i'll keep my vows to you. i'll do my best to keep that smile on your face."

"we fight sometimes, and i make you cry on some occasions. and i'll admit that i've done you wrong on those days because," he pauses. "i'm not perfect. i say hurtful things to you that i don't mean. and i sometimes choose to run away than fixing our problem immediately.... nowadays, when i look at you i remember that it's always been you and i. it's you and i against everything, not you against me. and our marriage is a proof that i intend on keeping this promise that way — i'll always be by your side, love, no matter what."

he lets out a quiet breath, before leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

"so bear with me, okay? i love you."

Margin for Error (Fushiguro M x F!Reader)

My first post ahhh 👉🏾👈🏾 pls be kind

When you're observant enough to know your crush likes you but you're emotionally stunted and you keep second-guessing yourself 😩 poor megumi. Thankfully, Gojo is there to help!

Warnings: None!

Enjoy! xx

-♡-

"Oh, it's you," Megumi says, trying his best to sound apathetic as he cracks the door open a little wider for you to slip inside. 

"Try not to sound too excited," you laugh, ruffling his hair as you waltz past. He gets a whiff of smooth caramel and sweet vanilla as you pass and swallows, trying to calm the wild thumping of his heart. You always smell like a candy store and freshly baked cookies. He's never been a fan of overly sweet things, but he's developed a sweet tooth since meeting you.

He watches you lean against his desk, casually perusing the books and notes scattered across it, "Do you even need to study? You're smart enough anyway." 

Megumi drops into the office chair in front of you, rolling an inch or two away from you. He needs to create distance between you before his heart punches through his chest.  

"Of course, I need to study," Megumi scoffs, "If I don't want to be a bumbling idiot like Itadori, that is." 

You laugh and poke his shoulder playfully, "He's not that bad, Guro!" 

Megumi glances away, heat rushing to his cheeks. He both loves and hates when you call him that.

You push yourself up onto his desk and fiddle with the dog-shaped stress ball you bought for him in Tokyo. He watches how your legs dangle off the edge of the desk, how your skirt hitches up over your knees, revealing smooth skin he's only ever dreamt of touching. 

"So why are you here?" he asks, averting his gaze from your legs, "To annoy me?" 

A hint of playfulness to his tone is barely noticeable, but you pick it up straight away, and a teasing smile grows across your face. 

"What? I can't visit my second best friend?" 

Megumi snorts, "'Best friend' is a bit generous." 

"Oh yeah? And what would you call us?" 

Megumi glances up at you, his gaze snaring at yours. He can feel heat bloom beneath his cheeks again, but he can't look away, not when there's a glimmer in your eyes and a smile on your lips, those lips that he wants to do unspeakable things to. 

Finally, he clears his throat, his voice a little husky, "Classmates." 

You laugh, undaunted, nudging his leg with your toe, "Oh come on, we're at least acquaintances, right?" You nudge him again when you see the slight smile trying to worm its way onto his face, "Right?" 

Megumi rolls his eyes, "Fine. You didn't answer my question, by the way." 

You give the stress ball another small squeeze, "Well, Gojo-sensei is taking us out tonight, and I'm supposed to use my womanly charms to persuade you." 

Megumi rolls his eyes at Gojo's antics. He can't turn his sensei down if you're the one inviting him because it would mean turning you down, and Megumi can't find it in himself to refuse you. So Gojo is using you as a pretty little courier bird, exploiting his feelings for you. What a clever little trap Gojo's set. 

Megumi glances at his books, stacked neatly beside you. He wanted to finish some extra study tonight, but a few hours with you is far more intriguing than any textbook he could ever find. 

"Okay," He shrugs, trying to sound nonchalant. 

Your brows shoot up in surprise, "Really?" 

"Really." 

"Just like that?" 

Megumi arches a brow, and you throw your hands up in defence. 

"I was just expecting more pushback." 

Megumi shrugs again, "It'll be fun if you're there." 

This time, it's your turn to blush. You wear every emotion beautifully, but Megumi thinks bashful is his favourite. 

"Cool!" You chirp excitedly, "Well, that was easy. Does that mean I can add you back to the group chat?" 

Megumi makes a face, and you laugh again. 

-♡-

The Karaoke Bar in Tokyo is loud and crowded, but Gojo manages to secure a private booth in the back, which Megumi is grateful for. He's not particularly fond of crowds, and he hates shouting over some tone-deaf drunk trying to sing along to Britney Spears.  

Sitting on the couch next to Nobara and Gojo, Megumi watched with a small smirk as you scream-sing the words to 'I Want it That Way' with Itadori. Itadori laughs every three words while you perform a silly, uncoordinated dance, twirling the fringes of your dress. You look beautiful, beaming at Megumi now and then, your hair out and your eyes shining with amusement. He can't take his eyes off you. 

Nobara is cheering you on, clapping and hooting, while Gojo sprawls out on the couch, grinning. He'd forgone wearing his blindfold for sunglasses instead, and there's something in the way that Gojo's eyes dart between you and Megumi that irritates the latter. 

"She looks cute tonight, doesn't she?" Gojo remarks casually, though there is a teasing lilt to his voice that Megumi doesn't like one bit. 

Megumi shrugs, still staring at you while Nobara shimmies up to you. 

"Why don't you ask her out?" Gojo suggests, "I think she'll say yes." Megumi slants a disapproving glare over his shoulder at Gojo, who stubbornly persists, "It's obvious that she likes you. Sometimes, the way she looks at you makes me wonder how you haven't noticed." 

Megumi looks away, and Gojo tilts his head to the side, observing how Megumi's throat bobs. 

"Or you have noticed, but something's stopping you from asking her out?" 

Megumi stares at his glass of coke, fingers flexing around his trousers. 

"Every time I try to ask her, I second guess myself. It's stupid… I'm pretty sure that she likes me, but there's always the possibility that I might be wrong, a margin for error that keeps getting bigger and bigger the longer I think about it." 

Gojo hums in understanding. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and stares at Megumi with a level of sternness that is so foreign, so unlike the Gojo he knows, Megumi thinks he's imagined it. 

"Don't overthink it," Gojo encourages, and his mouth ticks into a smile, "You're your own worst enemy sometimes. But that girl is crazy for you, and I know you're crazy for her. So ask her up to the rooftop bar and go for it before someone else does." 

Megumi arches a brow, "There's a rooftop bar?" 

"Yeah," Gojo leans back again, all seriousness draining from his expression "It's pretty romantic up there." 

A sneaking suspicion Megumi had since he'd arrived explodes into complete awareness as he stares at Gojo. 

"Did you…organise this whole night so that I could ask her out?" 

Gojo's small smile splits into a wicked grin. 

-♡-

Megumi has to admit that his sensei has taste. 

It is, indeed, very romantic up on the roof, with the night sky overhead and the glittering Tokyo city before him. The atmosphere of the rooftop bar is also very warm and relaxed, with golden fairy lights strung up above him. Despite the ambience and the beautiful views, Megumi's stomach ties itself into a triple-tied sailor's knot, and he can't stop drumming his fingers against the balcony railing. Why did he let Gojo talk him into this? This was stupid, insane even; he can't risk jeopardising his friendship with you because of some stupid, teenage hormones––

"Hey, Guro! You wanted to talk to me?" 

Megumi turns around, sees you, and firmly instructs himself not to flee. 

You look radiant. 

Cheeks flushed, hair out, eyes glittering, smile beaming. You look vivacious, full of life, like sunlight on the first day of spring. 

He can't do this. 

"Actually, no - I mean - no, that's what I mean't…no." 

He's not prepared for the look of disappointment that spills into your eyes. 

"I've never heard the word 'no' used so much in one sentence," you quip, but your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes. 

Megumi stares at his feet, defeated. He feels like a coward. He probably looks like one, too. 

"There's a first for everything, right?" 

"Yeah, I guess. It's a shame, though, because I thought you'd asked me up here so you could admit your feelings for me," Megumi's eyes snap back to you. You look hopeful and nervous as you continue, "Feelings that I share."

"You mean you—?!"

"Yes," you breathe, stepping closer to him, staring up into his eyes, "Yes, Megumi, I like you. A lot."

Megumi's throat bobs. You're so close. He's drawn in by every fleck of colour in your irises. 

"I-yes, I did invite you up here to-to tell you I like you. But I didn't expect you to—" 

"—Megumi," you whisper, and he swallows again. The way you say his name turns his spine to butter. 

"—yeah?" 

"Kiss me." 

"Okay."

Craning his neck, Megumi leans down and finally, finally kisses you. 

It's…a little awkward if he's honest. This is his first kiss, but it's evidently not yours, and as you guide him through it, Megumi finds himself melting into it. His lips move against yours, slow and sweet, and when you tilt your head a little to deepen the kiss, Megumi sighs. You taste sugary and smell sweet, and your body is warm against him, soft and small, and he reaches out for you to pull you closer. You link your arms around his neck and moan, and Megumi feels like he's floated into a dream. Except it isn't. You, him, and the chaste first kiss that is rapidly becoming a make-out are real, and he cups your cheek with his hand to prove it to himself.

Your feelings for him are real. That's all that matters. 

kissing the homies goodnight 😚 especially kaveh

(SHE’S) JUST A PHASE CHAPTER TWENTY: love me anyway

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The sheets beneath her stir as the first light of day seeps through the thin, worn curtains, casting an almost mournful glow across the room. The sun’s touch is gentle, but it’s a reminder of another morning, another routine she knows all too well.

This feels familiar. Too familiar.

She has lived this moment countless times—each one an echo of the last, a rhythm of anticipation and careful avoidance. She knows the weight of the silence, the delicate pause before she turns over. 

And when she does, she meets his eyes.

Those green eyes. 

They’re always the same. The way they linger on her, taking in every curve, every freckle, every scar that marks her—his gaze tracing the map of her body like it’s something sacred, something precious. She feels bare, exposed, but there’s a strange comfort in it, a quiet surrender. 

His hand, gentle, almost reverent, reaches out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The gesture is simple, yet it shakes her in a way she can’t quite explain. Her breath catches as if bracing for something she’s not quite ready to face, as if she knows, deep down, that whatever happens next will hurt. 

"Morning," he whispers, his voice thick with the weight of unspoken things.

She smiles, but it’s not the smile of someone who’s truly at peace. It’s the smile of someone who knows the cost of each word, of every touch.

“Morning.”

The sheets are pulled tighter against her bare skin, the softness a fragile comfort in the quiet, uncertain space between them.

For a fleeting moment, the room softens, bathed in the muted orange light of early morning. The world outside fades away—the ticking clock, the distant hum of life beyond the walls—all of it dissolves, leaving only them. Two people in one bed. Not quite lovers. Not quite strangers. Something undefined. Something fragile and yet impossibly real.

“I want to be with you, Yn,” his words break the stillness, and though they’re spoken with the sincerity of someone who has nothing left to hide, they land heavy between them.

The light in the room seems to dim, as if the weight of his confession has cast a shadow over everything. The ticking of the clock grows louder, more intrusive, and she feels the rhythm of time moving against her, as if reminding her that this moment—like all the others—will soon pass.

“I’m just… not ready, Megs,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart heavy with the truth of the words. She can feel the sting of them as they leave her mouth—words she never wanted to speak, yet always knew she would. 

He winces, like her words are a wound. The nickname hangs in the air between them, a reminder of all the things they’ve never said. It’s a name that feels too close to something they both fear. 

“We can take it slow,” he says, his voice almost desperate now, like a plea disguised as an offer. 

She doesn’t respond immediately. She opens her mouth, but the words don’t come. Her mind is spinning, caught between what she wants and what she knows she can’t have. Before she can find the clarity, she needs, the bedroom door swings open, and the familiar sound of footsteps interrupts the fragile moment.

“Woahhhh, clothes, please,” Nobara’s voice rings out, laced with her usual irreverence, as she strides into the room, her eyes already covering her face in mock horror as she heads straight for the closet.

“Nobara, it’s literally my room,” Yn mutters, her voice thick with exhaustion.

“Okay, damn, whatever happened to being civil,” Nobara replies, as if she couldn’t care less, already rummaging through the clothes in the closet.

Yn sighs, shaking her head, and despite herself, a reluctant smile plays at the corner of her lips. The moment between her and him slips away, as it always does, swallowed up by the noise, the chaos, the distractions of life. And in that silence, she’s left wondering if the real truth is the one she’s always too afraid to face.

"Oh breakfast is ready by the way," she says, as she finishes up with whatever she was fishing out the closet. She pauses for a moment and lets out a sigh, her eyes flicking toward the door. "I’m just... relieved you two worked it out. I can’t stand the thought of her going back to Sukuna again." She shoots them a smile before she shuts it behind her with a firm, deliberate click.

A thick, suffocating tension settles over the room, hanging in the air like smoke. The weight of unspoken words presses down on both of them, and suddenly, that familiar, uneasy feeling claws its way back—not just in her stomach this time, but in his as well. It coils in their chests, binding them together in an uncomfortable silence.

“What does she mean, again?” His voice is distant, almost hollow, as he stares at her. There’s a blankness in his eyes, but she can see the storm brewing beneath the surface.

She pauses, the words swirling in her mind, but they refuse to form. 

“You slept with your ex?” The question falls from his lips with an unsettling calmness, as though he’s already resigned to the pain it causes.

“...Well... yeah,” she admits, her fingers instinctively scratching the back of her neck. It’s a nervous gesture, one she wishes she could take back, but it’s too late now.

“We were never exactly... together,” she tries to explain, as if offering that detail might somehow make it less of a betrayal. 

But he doesn’t seem to care about the details. His face hardens, eyes narrowing as the words sink in. “But what happens when we are?” he demands, his voice tight with something between anger and hurt.

"What happens when it’s real?"

Her throat tightens, her heart pounding in her chest. She doesn’t have an answer. She’s never had an answer. 

He doesn’t wait for her to speak. The words come fast, like an accusation she’s too afraid to answer. “Are you gonna go back to him every time we argue?”

The question hits her like a blow, the weight of it settling deep in her bones. 

It hurts.

She’s always prided herself on being tough, on keeping the hard things from breaking her. But this—his voice, sharp and cold—cuts deeper than she’s ready for. It finds the cracks in her walls and tears them open. For the first time, she feels exposed. Vulnerable. And it makes her want to run, to flee from this moment before it can consume her.

She swallows, trying to steady herself. “And what about you?” she counters, her voice trembling despite her best efforts. “What are you gonna do? Humiliate me in front of all your thousands of fans? Air out all our business for everyone to see?” 

Her words come out harsh, a bitter retaliation, but they feel like the only defence she has left. She’s trying to protect herself, trying to lash out before he can wound her any further.

But as soon as the words leave her mouth, she realizes how pointless it all is. In the heat of the moment, they’ve both become something they never wanted to be—two people fighting, two people unravelling. And the deeper they dig in their heels, the further apart they’ll fall. 

She doesn’t know if either of them has the strength to put it all back together.

“That’s not the point, Yn.” His voice is low, edged with frustration, as he stands up from the bed. His movements are deliberate, almost stiff, as he gathers his clothes from the floor. Every motion is a careful retreat, a silent act of distancing himself from the words they both know are about to tear them apart.

Yn watches him, her chest tightening, her patience wearing thin. “Oh, then tell me, Megumi. What’s the point?” Her tone is laced with venom now, each word dripping with sarcasm as she crosses her arms over her chest. “Go on, I’m waiting. Enlighten me.”

He stumbles slightly as he tries to pull his pants back on, his fingers trembling just enough to betray the calm exterior he’s trying to hold on to. When he finally turns to face her, his eyes are hard, but there’s a flicker of vulnerability beneath the anger—an ache he can’t mask.

“It’s the fact that you keep doing the same shit over and over again,” he says, his voice thick with frustration. He rubs his temples with his right hand, fingers digging into his skin as if trying to erase the pain building inside him. “It’s like I’m invisible until it’s convenient for you.”

Yn feels the sting of his words, but it’s not enough to make her back down. She’s already out of bed, a shirt hastily thrown over her, unsure if it’s her own or his. It doesn’t matter. She could be wearing nothing at all, and it wouldn’t change the suffocating weight of this conversation.

“Megumi, what the fuck are you even saying?” Her voice wavers between anger and hurt, each word a shard of glass she’s trying to throw back at him. “Last night, you said you’d wait forever if that’s what it took. And now? Now you’ve ‘slept on it,’ and suddenly you’ve had some sort of fucking epiphany? Everything’s changed?” She scoffs bitterly, shaking her head. “Unbelievable.”

He flinches, but he doesn’t back down. “No. What’s unbelievable is you thinking that leading me on is just some checkbox to tick off in your mind,” he says, his voice rough. “Like I’m some fucking game you can pick up and put down when it suits you.”

The accusation hangs in the air, thick with all the things they’ve both left unsaid. The silence between them pulses with tension, the weight of their words pulling them further apart. 

“Just because we do relationship things doesn’t mean we’re actually in a relationship, Megumi,” she snaps, her voice low but sharp, her hands clenched at her sides. The words feel empty as soon as they leave her mouth, but she forces herself to stand tall, even as her heart cracks.

He shakes his head, his jaw clenched tight. “And that’s your problem, Yn. You won’t let it be real. You won’t put a label on it because you’re scared. You’re terrified of what happens when it actually matters.”

She feels the sting of his words like a slap, but her pride won’t let her show it. “I’m scared?” She laughs bitterly, a hollow sound that rings out in the silence of the room. “Who’s the one practically begging for a relationship in my fucking bedroom right now?”

The moment stretches out, heavy and charged with everything they’ve both kept inside. For the first time, Megumi is silent. His mouth moves, but no words come. They stand there, across the bed from each other, like two people lost in a storm, too proud to admit they’re both drowning.

Then, finally, he sighs—a long, weary sound that seems to carry all the weight of last night. 

“If I told you I loved you right now,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, “would you say the same?”

Yn’s heart stops for a beat, and for a moment, she can’t breathe. The question hangs in the air, as fragile and raw as anything either of them has ever said. Her chest tightens, and her throat constricts, but the words she needs to say—want to say—don’t come. She opens her mouth, but nothing escapes. The silence between them stretches, unbearable and all-encompassing.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he mutters, his eyes downcast as he collects the last of his things. The finality in his movements feels like a wall being built, the space between them suddenly too wide to bridge.

And then, without another word, he walks out. The sound of his footstep’s fades, leaving nothing behind but the echoes of a conversation that was never meant to be this way.

Yn stands in the quiet aftermath, her body frozen, her mind racing. The weight of his words lingers in the stillness, thick and suffocating. She wants to scream, wants to ask him to come back, to say it wasn’t real, that this wasn’t how it was supposed to end.

But the room feels emptier now. And the silence between them feels like a wound that neither of them knows how to heal.

In the end, there are no answers. Only unanswered questions and heart breaking in ways she doesn’t know how to fix.

Make that two.

—

“Oh my god… so he actually put the condoms on the register right in front of you?” The blue-haired girl laughed, nearly tipping out of her chair from how hard she was giggling.

“Yeah… haha,” Yn replied, the laughter sounding forced, hollow in her ears. She hoped Miwa didn’t notice the way her smile didn’t reach her eyes, or how the pit in her stomach seemed to deepen with every passing second. The tension was unbearable. 

Miwa, still oblivious, laughed louder, her carefree amusement filling the space between them. She had no idea that Yn was carrying something far heavier than a simple awkward moment. That she hadn’t told her about the morning after. 

The words were still so vivid in Yn’s mind, like a photograph she couldn’t look away from:

“If I told you I love you, would you say the same?”

They kept playing on a loop, unbidden, repeating with an intensity that only seemed to grow with time. Each time they hit; it was like a small shard of glass piercing her heart all over again. 

The sound of Miwa’s laughter slowly faded as she caught her breath, the moment stretching long and tense. Yn could feel her pulse in her ears, the weight of her regret thickening the air around her.

The song she’d been playing on air was ending, and before Miwa could notice the change in her, Yn hit the controls in front of her, quickly unmuting the mic, almost mechanically.

“And that was Crush by Ethel Cain, up next is Love Me Anyway by Chappell Roan!” she announced, her voice smooth despite the storm brewing inside her.

The opening notes of the song filled the air, but the lyrics hit her harder than any sound could.

As the first notes of the new song filtered through the speakers, Yn could feel each word like an arrow lodged in her chest. The lyrics, so raw, so painfully accurate, seemed to speak to her very soul.

“Sometimes I forget, wasn’t always this way…”

“It’s hard to admit, I was the one to blame…”

She wanted to turn the song off, and shut it out, but she couldn’t. The truth was unbearable, but it was also undeniable. She knew what she’d done. She knew how much it had cost her. Megumi had loved her. Not in some fleeting, casual way, but in a way that she had never experienced before. He had been real with her. Vulnerable. And she had let him go. 

The weight of that mistake pressed on her like a physical force. Her chest tightened, the pain so raw, so real, it felt like she might choke on it. She could have fought for him. She could have tried harder. But instead, she’d walked away, choosing fear over something real.

The thought felt like a physical blow, one that stole her breath for a moment, leaving her feeling hollow and ashamed. She had let him slip through her fingers, let him walk away because she wasn’t brave enough to let herself love him the way he had loved her.

She hadn’t just lost him. She’d lost her chance at something that could have been everything. And now, all she could do was replay the moment, over and over, until it felt like she might break under the weight of it.

"Fuck," she whispered to herself, the word tasting bitter in her mouth. 

I fucked up. I fucked up so badly.

backstage!

• megumi definitely has something undiagnosed about him….

• bpd??? autism?? ocd??? speculate your theories in the comments NOW

• oomf said 500 days of summer coded and i RAN with it

• the party girls def heard them from the kitchen and they were just silently staring at eachother while ynmegumi were arguing LMFAOOO

• when they heard yn’s door open they quickly became occupied with something else hashtag awkies

• megumi got back home mad as hell

• no he did not punch the walls.

• he instead turned on ribs in the fetal position on his bed and listened to it on loop for 3 hours (tzc☃️)

• yuji was on tiktok live and u could just hear it in the background very faintly

• yk i had forgetting about the whole maneater station until a certain oomf starting with r and ending in ee rhymes with pee commented about it.

• Thank You Ree💕💝💘💗💖💞

• i missed miwayn hours BAD

a/n: i don’t know which was worse. writing this or the after effects of consuming expired laxatives. maybe both… HAPPY SJAP WEEKEND! sorry it’s a bit later than usual but we ball. sunday AND monday posts coming still🙂‍↕️ im not bailing on you guys again. i’ve been drained af. and i think im getting sick again. and i have to be up in 4 hours. everyone comment hashtag grateful so i can wake up and not want to kill myself❤️

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