Pretty Face | Itadori Yuuji

Pretty Face | Itadori Yuuji

content : fem!reader, fluff

a/n : went for a drive this evening and couldn’t stop thinking about Yuuji and a golden sunset, not sure what happened at the end but I’m too lazy to rewrite it (っ◔◡◔)っ ❤

Yuuji loves everything about you, and he’s not sure why. Maybe it was your bubbling laughter. Maybe it was your glimmering e/c eyes. Maybe it was the way your lips curled into a cheeky grin whenever he said/did something mildly funny.

“What do you think about dogs?” You ask, chewing mindlessly on the popsicle stick. “You seem like a Golden Retriever kind of person.”

The summer cicadas are as loud as ever, reminding Yuuji of the beach date he’d promised you. 

He only stares, uncharacteristic of him but he can’t help it. The warm golden light falls upon your features and highlight the best parts of you. He feels his face flush when you catch him staring. He doesn’t look away. 

He kind of wants to kiss you.

“Yuuji?” You tilt your head and raise a brow. “Yuuji, you okay?” 

He nods slowly, too entranced with the way your eyes shine and the way your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth. You’re so beautiful that he feels his heart palpitate. 

Damn, he really wants to kiss you. 

“You’re pretty.” He says sincerely, shifting forward. 

The summer cicadas are drown out by the hammering of his heart against his ribcage. 

“Uh- uhm,” You stutter, face hot as you avert your gaze elsewhere. His honey-brown eyes follow your every move until you decide to speak. “You’re really– thank you, Yuuji.” 

You accept the kiss against your temple with a red face and shy smile.

y/n: i want someone who can insult me while making me feel loved at the same time

rindou: that's fucking stupid

y/n: [without hesitation] this one. i want this one

my heart wants kazutora, my mental health wants mitsuya and my pussy wants taiju 😞

'how many hairstyles for mitsuya?'

ken wakui: yes

[haitani version here.]

Sanzu, pointing at ran: Fuck you asshole.

Sanzu, giving Rindou the finger: eat shit bitch.

Sanzu, throwing a knife at Kokonoi: rot in hell

Sanzu, kissing your forehead: I’m so proud of you, keep doing what you’re doing, sweet cheeks.

[11:57] || manjiro sano

"mikey," you call mikey‘s name as you shake the blond haired man awake, checking the time as you run a hand through his damp hair. "mikey, baby wake up."

the blond man groans at your call, yet rather than getting up and opening his eyes to answer to your call, he simply rolls his his left lazily and grabs the pillow above him.

"baby get up." you say once again, this time, grabbing the pillow away from his face and lightly tapping at his cheek. "mikey—"

you get cut off when he holds your wrist in place. you sigh in relief, thanking the gods that he has finally awaken. but your prayer of thanks gets discontinued when he suddenly pulls you to his side causing a yelp to leave past your lips.

"mikey!" you hiss, your hand propping beside his head, effectively caging him down. however, he stays indifferent and still lays there, unmoving underneath you.

"too loud," he whines softly, finally opening his eyes like a baby. his black eyes are down turned, as if he were sad, and his pouted lips do not help, his expression shows as if he were pleading. "come to bed, please,"

his sweet little plead leaving past his pouted lips almost make you give in. but you refuse to give in, if it means it‘s for his own goodness.

so you sigh, placing a hand on his cheek once again and caressing the supple skin lightly. "baby, you can‘t sleep with wet hair. you‘ll get sick." you try to explain.

"but i‘m too tired to wait," his lips purse together, eyes fluttering open and close. "can we please go to bed?"

you swear your heart skipped two— if not three beats. you find it hard to respond and deny when he leans a bit and kisses your palm. it‘s always hard to deny him when he‘s like this, all sleepy and pouty like a baby.

"baby i know you‘re tired, but you‘ll get sick." you try to reason again but he once again whines, grabbing your hand and lacing it with his.

"it‘s okay, because if i get sick i‘ll be with you and you‘ll take care of me, then we‘ll spend more time together." he says with a sleepy smile. "i love it when you take care of me."

you can‘t help but chuckle, shaking your head lightly before leaning down and kissing his forehead. "well, i suppose it won‘t be that bad." you say before you turn off the light by the bed and lay beside him.

"i‘ll be in your loving care for the next few days, okay?"

yes, he sure will be in your loving care for the next few days.