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to: AZAICHI

thank you so much for the support, sweetheart!! I hope you enjoy this and this man is just ✨chef's kisses✨ (also I'm sorry for taking so long!!)

from: shiggyyyy ❦
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FUSHIGURO TŌJI GROANED AS HE FELT his body still intact and well. there was no blood nor pain that surged through his muscles.

     'weird', he immediately thought, sitting upright as he witnessed the familiar surroundings, yet a gut feeling told him that something was slightly off.

he had thought that he would've died after his battle with gojō satoru — the strongest shaman — however it seemed that he was still alive and well.

or perhaps he was dead, and this is just what hell looked like, a deceiving illusion.

"excuse me sir, you're not supposed to be here at this tim—"

you suddenly halted in your sentence once you realized who the hell was in front of you.

'no way! NO. DAMN. WAY. THERE IS NO WAY THAT THE DILF OF THE CENTURY: FUSHIGURO TŌJI IS IN FRONT OF ME RIGHT NOW'.

"hah? and who the fuck are you?! the devil's servant or something?"

you then tilted your head to the side in confusion.

"excuse me? do I look the devil's helper?", you sassily replied, placing a hand on your hip, as you watched the man's face contort into confusion.

you had thought that perhaps god (gege) had finally heard your prayers and brought your 2d crush into the real world.

"after all these painful years of being alone because of my obsession, I suddenly foresee a wedding", you muttered to yourself, clapping your hands together as you looked up towards the sky.

"hey, where's this place?", tōji rudely questioned, bringing you out of your thoughts.

"earth, japan, tokyo, the yoyogi park", you bluntly answered.

"what's the date today?"

"march eighth, 2021", you stated. "now if you will, please put on this mask, because there's this thing called corona going around and if you die again, I'll be devastated".

tōji flinched as he glared at you.

"how do you know about my death? who are you?!"

you simply snorted as without even taking your mask off, he could tell that you were wearing a cocky grin.

"why I'm simply the devil's helper~", you teased.

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it took this man at least a month or two to finally wrap his head around the fact that he had been teleported into the actual — real — world, to which apparently him and the others were just characters on a page.

"so you're telling me that no one here has cursed energy?"

"sir, I've been telling you that since the first time I've met you. yes, ain't nobody be fighting curses and shit because there ain't none!", you replied with a snarky tone.

"watch yourself or else—"

"or else what? I'm the breadwinner of this family, tōji. do you know how hard it is to provide you with food on the table, a roof above your head, and a mattress for you to lay on when my job pays minimum wage?", you playfully sniffled.

tōji clicked his tongue as he combed through his hair with his hand, looming over you, as you were using those cookie cutter shapes to section off the dough.

"who are you making those for?", he asked; both his arms were propped against either side of you, with his face dangerously close.

     "the children that I work with at the daycare", you simply answered.

tōji simply hummed as you could feel him breathing onto the crook of your neck. you tried your best to stay composed, as you convinced yourself that this man was a player — and no matter how damn attractive, you shouldn't be catching them feels.

"hm...alright", tōji mumbled, as he proceeded to lay on the couch, turning on the t.v, to which jujutsu kaisen was playing.

     you proceeded to cut out your cookies as you jammed out to the opening, sticking two trays of raw dough in the oven.

     and once you cleaned up your mess, you tiptoed towards the couch, where tōji was lying on his side with the side of his face against his palm, asleep.

     you softly snickered to yourself as you went to go grab a thin blanket, carefully draping it over the man as you then kneeled down in front of his face.

     "damn...if you weren't a player, you'd be the perfect family man", you mumbled to yourself, slowly extending your hand towards him, as your pointer finger gently poked at his cheek.

     after getting no response, your smile widened.

     your entire hand caressed his face, with your thumb tenderly grazing across his cheekbone.

     you then felt a stroke of confidence as you leaned in, placing an ever so soft kiss on the side of his lips, where his scar resided.

tōji's emerald eyes then fluttered open, grinning, as he pulled you onto the couch in one swift movement.

"hey! what are you—"

"miss breadwinner's getting quite confident huh?", tōji teased, wrapping his arm around your waist as he forced you to lie down with him.

you embarrassingly covered your face with both your hands as you cursed yourself for letting your own guard down.

stiffly laying there, your muscles eventually got tired, as you gave in and unconsciously fell asleep.

tōji occasionally glanced down at you, as a prominent smirk was now casted on his face.

     he was originally going to just take all your money and ditch, but after your consistent kindness with a pinch of attitude, he decided that perhaps it'd be fine to stay for a while.

     the dark-haired man sighed, rubbing up and down your back as it soothed your breathing.

     he felt you curl closer towards him, gripping onto his plain black shirt, as he leaned his head forwards.

     "sleep well", he quietly muttered, kissing the top of your forehead meanwhile the cookies in the oven had started to burn.