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A yawn escaped your lips as you sat up in your warm and comfortable bed. Light seeped through your curtains, slightly, casting small shadows around your room. Sliding your legs over the side of your bed and standing up, you gently rubbed your tired eyes with both hands. The floor felt cold against your feet—making you want to crawl back into the heat of your bed and hide there forever.
Your arms were thrown up in the air with a stretch as you walked away from your bed; eyes widening at the small piece of paper in front of your door. Someone must have slipped it under the crack when you were asleep. Slowly, you bent down and picked up the paper, flipping it over to read what was written on the other side.
Hair that glows in the sun. Eyes that shine under the moon. A smile that lights up any room you enter—it ignites a warmth within me, it makes me feel safe. I’d like to see it more often, that beautiful smile of yours.
Your heart felt warm as you stood up, setting the piece of paper on your dresser. Who could have written this? It had to be someone at Jujutsu Tech—if it wasn't, that meant you had a stalker. The odds of a stalker leaving you this handwritten poem were slim, which meant that one of your classmates must have written it.
Someone had taken the time to write a poem for you—something like this had never happened before… it felt nice. With a sigh, you grabbed casual clothes for the day, heading to the showers.
“That’s kinda weird, don’t you think?” Kugisaki said from beside you, both hands carrying shopping bags filled to the brim with new clothes. She had invited you out on your day off, and who were you to refuse her. You needed some new things as well, so it was perfect. Her reaction to the note you had received was not what you were expecting, though.
“I mean… It's not like they threatened my life or said anything creepy. It was a nice poem, and I think it’s kinda sweet.” You shrugged, and she only chuckled.
The two of you walked up the steps to the school—both of you wishing that someone else were here to carry all your shit. When you finally made it to the training grounds, Kugisaki set her bags on the dirty ground and let out a heavy breath.
“So that’s where you were all day!” A low, but friendly voice said from behind you. Panda and Inumaki were walking towards the two of you—Panda with a goofy grin on his face and Inumaki with a hand raised up in a wave.
“Thank god you’re here! Can you help me carry this back to my room? Pretty please!” Kugisaki practically pleaded as she grabbed onto Panda’s arm.
Panda and Inumaki exchanged a look and nodded. “Salmon.” Inumaki said, while Panda only nodded at her and removed her hands from his fur.
“Yay! Thank you so much!” Kugisaki cheered and handed her bags over to Panda, who widened his eyes at her large shopping haul.
The two of them made their way into the school, and you started to follow them, but there was a sudden tap on your shoulder which caused you to freeze in place. Inumaki stood with a hand out, his eyes narrowed at you.
“What’s wrong?” You asked him.
He pointed to your shopping bags and nodded.
You shook your head at the boy and started walking again. “I’m okay, really. They aren’t that heavy, but thank you!”
“Bonito flakes.” He said, letting out a sigh and grabbing your hand, pulling your fingers away from the handle of the bag and grabbing it in his own grasp.
Your heart leapt the tiniest bit at the contact, but you smiled at him and nodded. “Thank you.”
Inumaki nodded back at you and began walking back to the main part of the school. You noticed how bright and soft his hair looked in the sunlight. You sort of wanted to run your hands through it.
“So, someone left you two love notes?” He asked, bringing a hand thoughtfully up to his chin, a contemplative look on his features—you knew that he couldn’t have been thinking that hard though… this was Itadori you were talking about.
You nodded, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. “I found one yesterday morning, and then one again today.”
“Why did you call me then?” He questioned, a playful smile on his lips.
You rolled your eyes at him and kicked your leg out, missing him on purpose. “You’re my friend, and a guy, so I assumed that you may know something about this… was I wrong?”
Itadori sat beside you and flopped down on your bed. “Who said that the secret admirer is a guy? Maybe a girls got the hots for you.”
You shrugged and laid down beside him. “Maybe… but, I just want to find out who it is.”
Itadori laid on his side and looked into your eyes. “It’s me, [name]. I’ve been madly in love with you ever since the day we first met.”
A moment of silence passed over the two of you, before you both erupted into a fit of laughter. You punched him in the stomach so hard he fell off the bed with a yelp.
“Ouch… you didn’t need to do that. I was just messing with you.” Itadori rubbed his back with a face of dismay.
“Don’t be a dick, Itadummy.” You stuck your tongue at him.
The boy rolled his eyes and made his way to your dresser, picking up the second note you had received from the secret admirer. “I wish I could write like this, but I’m too stupid.”
“True.” You agreed, standing up and meeting him. Your eyes trailed down to the note in his hand, tracing over every word.
Your courageousness is blinding. Every room you step into is filled with your light and beauty—It’s so bright that I want to close my eyes, but I can't, you’re too beautiful. Along with your spirit and your mind, you’re perfect.
Your heart fluttered as you reread the note, and warmth was spread throughout your body.
“Hm…” Itadori said from beside you—that ‘thoughtful’ look upon his face again.
“What is it? Do you know who wrote it?” The look on his face was enough of an answer for you.
Itadori set the note back on your dresser and made his way to the door, but you weren’t gonna let him escape that easily. He made it out in the hall before you could grab his arm, attempting to pull him back inside your room.
“Itadori don’t be a dick!” You groaned as he wiggled out of your grasp.
A small smile formed on his lips as he looked down the hall. “Fushiguro! Inumaki-senpai! Please help me, she’s gone crazy!”
Looking past Itadori, you noticed the two boys coming down the hall—towels in hand. You assumed that they had come from the showers. When your eyes met Inumaki’s, you felt nervous under his gaze. Especially as you watched his eyes trail down to your hand, which was still holding onto Itadori.
You let go of Itadori’s arm by throwing it, hard, and smiled awkwardly at the two boys. “Hey guys! Uh-how’s everything going?”
Fushiguro narrowed his eyes at you, a bored expression on his face. “Fine. What are you two doing?”
Itadori laughed. “[name] is seriously going crazy. These love notes she’s receiving are going to her head.”
“Love notes?” Fushiguro questioned. Your eyes narrowed at Itadori as he walked back into your room, coming back out into the hallway with the paper in hand.
Fushiguro’s eyes widened as he read it. “Wow, this is…”
Itadori wrapped his arm around you. “It’s really nice huh? Whoever wrote this should just ask her out already.”
He grunted when his stomach was met with your elbow. “Shut up Itadori. I still don’t know who’s writing these.”
You watched Fushiguro’s eyes flicker over to Inumaki as he handed him the paper; Inumaki finished reading the note and held it out to you. It was hard to read this boy—his expression hadn’t changed this whole time, and he didn't seem nervous or shy around you either. Fushiguro did look over at him though, but maybe it didn’t mean anything…
“Well, whoever is writing these needs to act quick.” Itadori said, pulling you back into his side. “Or else I’m gonna steal her away!”
“Huh?” Your eyes widened as you slipped away from his grasp. “Yeah, like hell you are.”
Fushiguro spoke next. “It is nice of this person to write these for you, though. You should feel grateful that someone’s taking the time to do it.”
“Salmon.” Inumaki finally said with a small nod of his head.
You let out a sigh. “Yes, yes. I am grateful, but I just want to know who’s writing them.”
“I already said it was me.” Itadori grinned, and you kicked him in the leg.
To prepare for the next note, you formulated a plan—you sat next to your door the whole night, listening closely for footsteps—you never said it was a smart one… your phone kept you busy the whole night, and though your eyes felt heavy, you managed to keep yourself awake. The sun shined underneath the crack in the door, and at 7:00, you heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching your room. As the perpetrator neared, you propped yourself up, ready to open the door quickly. Step, step, step… it felt like they were walking in place—your heart was beating out of your chest, and your hands felt the slightest bit sweaty.
When they finally approached your door, you hopped up, opening the door as quickly as you could. When it flung open, Inumaki let out a yelp as he jumped away, falling to the ground and landing hard on his butt.
“Inu...maki?” You questioned, looking at the sight in front of you. The boy stood up and rubbed his butt with a hand, a frown on his cute face. You stepped forward and pulled him into a side hug. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think you would fall.”
You felt his hand rest on your back, and your heart began to beat even faster—it was almost too much, so you pulled away, a small smile on your face.
“Do you want to come in?” You asked, gesturing to your room.
“Salmon.” With a smile, you grabbed his hand, pulling him into your room.
Inumaki was dressed in his casual clothes, which were foreign to you. Whenever you saw him, he was usually in his school uniform, with his mouth covered by fabric—but not today, though.
The two of you sat on the edge of your bed, your knees bumping into each other on the way down. Your hands were fidgeting in your lap, and beside you, Inumaki did the same.
“So… you were the one leaving me the notes, huh? I kind of had a feeling.” You broke the silence, causing Inumaki to finally look up at you.
He pulled out his phone and began typing, your eyes trailed away from his phone—you didn't want to eavesdrop. Inumaki set the phone down on your lap lightly, and you read the message he wrote.
Are you disappointed?
Your eyes widened and you shook your head furiously. “What?! No! Of course I’m not.” He smiled a little from beside you, a light tint of pink dusting his cheeks. Your own face felt warm. “Actually, I’m glad that it was you… I was sorta hoping…”
Inumaki reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, grabbing your hand in his own, he gently set it in your grasp.
You looked up at him, “Can I read it now?” He nodded, and you flipped the paper over to see the writing.
You’re the kind of beautiful that is both scary and inviting. I want to get closer to you, I want to call you mine. [name], please be my girlfriend.
Your eyes widened as you read the last sentence, and you felt like your heart might explode inside of your chest. As you turned your attention to the boy sitting beside you, his eyes were already set on yours. “Are you being serious right now, Inumaki?”
He leaned forward, cupping your cheeks lightly in his hands, his face was dangerously close to yours. When his lips were just inches away from yours, a small smile formed on his lips.
“May I?” He whispered, his beautiful purple eyes locked on yours.
You could only nod, watching as he leaned in closer—the small space that was left between you two had closed, and his lips met yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as he pulled you closer, his thumbs rubbing up and down your cheeks the slightest bit—it sent chills throughout your body.
When he finally pulled away, breathing was the only sound that filled the room. Your face felt flushed and warm; from beside you, Inumaki had a small smile on his face. He grabbed the paper that was resting on your lap, and pointed to the last sentence once more.
A laugh escaped your tingling lips. “Yes. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, Inumaki.”
He smiled once more, sending a wave of warmth through your body—you liked when he smiled, and you found yourself wanting to see it more often. The boy leaned in again, placing a delicate kiss on your cheek, and grabbing the phone off the bed. He typed quickly, and you waited for his next message.
Inumaki set the phone down on your lap once again, placing his head on your shoulder as he waited for you to read it. With one hand, you wrapped your arm around him, pulling him closer, and with the other, you grabbed the phone.
You waited up all night for me to come, right?
“Yes… but it was worth the wait, even if I’m gonna look like shit tomorrow.” You laughed, and felt Inumaki snuggle himself even closer to you. He grabbed the phone out of your hand and typed once again.
You could never look like shit. You’re always beautiful.
“Psh, you’re just trying to get on my good side now, huh? Just because you’re my boyfriend now doesn’t mean you’re free from my wrath, punk.” You ran a hand through his hair—it was as soft as you imagined it to be.
Inumaki pulled away from your touch and sat up, pointing to your bed. You sat up straight as well, rubbing your tired eyes. “Oh wow, you’re quite forward, aren’t you?”
He flicked your forehead lightly, and stood up, a small smile on his face. He clasped his hands together and set them on his cheek, motioning to sleep. A yawn betrayed you and escaped your lips.
“No, I’m okay! I don’t even need to sleep tonight, I’m built different-” You stood up with a stretch, only for Inumaki to grab your waist and pull you close into him.
With a smirk, he spoke. “[name], sleep.” He whispered in your ear, watching as your eyelids began to close. He wrapped his arms around you and carried you to your bed, pulling the covers up and over top of your sleeping body.
Inumaki brushed some of your hair out of your face and planted a kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight, [name].”
“So you both knew it was Inumaki writing the notes?” You questioned the two boys standing in front of you.
Fushiguro nodded. “I just assumed based on his handwriting.”
From beside you, Inumaki stuck his fist out, Fushiguro bumped his own against it. You turned your gaze to Itadori, who looked nervous in front of you.
“Itadummy? You also knew?” You crossed your arms.
He brought a hand up to the back of his neck awkwardly. “Well, kinda… I saw the way Inumaki-senpai looked at you, it was obvious.”
Your gaze turned over to Inumaki, who was already looking at you with a soft expression. Your face felt warm as you looked away.
“So, everyone basically knew, except me? I can’t believe even Itadori was smart enough to figure it out.” You mentally facepalmed.
Itadori made a noise of offence, but nodded anyway. “Even Kugisaki made a guess… maybe you aren’t as perceptive as you think you are, [name].” A smirk danced across his lips and you wanted to smack it off.
You stepped forward, but when a delicate touch was placed on your arm, you stopped in your tracks. Inumaki smiled at you and shook his head, which was enough for you to calm down.
“Damn, so that’s how you calm her down? I should take some notes.” Itadori grinned.
“Touch me and you’re dead, Itadori.”