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Jujutsu Kaisen: Getting Their Attention

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Yuji, Megumi

Genre: fluff (?)

Content: what kind of person would pique their interest in a crowd

𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞

be outstanding, be unapologetic

even outside the jujutsu circle, most people are intimidated by Satoru, which is why someone who isn't, catches his attention

someone who doesn't let others influence their flow, who does their own thing, uncaring of authority or status

also someone who matches his freak - someone confident who isn't intimidated by limelight

it's not about extroversion or being very social, just about not caring about other's opinions and being unapologetically true to oneself

𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞

be unique, be brave

the ordinary and submissive don't matter much to him

for his attention, be different, be something he doesn't see and loathe every day

and be it with confidence

bravery and daring intrigue him as much as something out of the ordinary would

he appreciates people with a strong personality, someone who prioritizes self-expression over fitting in

𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘

be mindful, be kind

someone who has a certain light in their eyes, someone with a specific kind of easiness in their movements

where he can see that person is appreciating even this small insignificant moment

because he struggles to find meaning or much joy in his everyday life, people who do naturally intrigue him

also, someone who has an easy time being friendly toward strangers

𝙵𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚃𝚘𝚓𝚒

be imperious, be unshaken

someone who's there to get shit done without dicking around

someone unimpressed by their surroundings, focused on their goal

I assume he'd be intrigued by an observer, someone who remains in the background and exceeds silent confidence

it shouldn't be a forced self-sureness though, but rather something relaxed, a deep-rooted trust in one's abilities

𝙸𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒 𝚈𝚞𝚓𝚒

be yourself, be unfiltering

Yuji is a very observant person, most people in the room have his attention and goodwill

but to stand out even amongst those, Yuji needs to see someone unafraid to be themselves

someone who laughs like they're the only person in the room, someone who doesn't filter what they say, someone who wears their heart and thoughts on their sleeve

it's not even about extroversion, it's just about being comfortable in one's skin

𝙵𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝙼𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚒

be genuine, be charismatic

I think he's one to find someone opposite of him intriguing

someone a little social, but not too much, never afraid to strike up a conversation and be friendly with all kinds of people

but sincerity is important to him

he can tell when someone pretends to be something they're not, when a smile is faked, a word spoken with wrong intent

which makes him all the more interested in someone, who walks through the world with purity in their heart and an open soul

MEGUMI LAUGHING OM I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE THE DAY 😭

first time megs laughing at satoru’s silliness :,)

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Sigma: You mean you've been plotting all this just to save your friends?

Dazai: (suddenly uncomfortable with the emotional vulnerability) It's just for the paycheck ^_^

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SOBBING.

i saw that you would write sibling stuff and i got a little too excited with sm ideas but i'll request just one for now (expect more from here on ehehe if you want to ofc!!) (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟokay okay hear me out, rin itoshi with a little sister (1-2 yrs) reader that acts too much like sae. they have a good relationship and all but he can't help but see him in her and it makes him sad (or something like that,,)

“𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦?”

a/n: rin needs therapy so bad bro

(i wish i knew art credits bc it's so good 😭)

you don’t mean to do it. 

you’re not trying to mimic him, or rub salt into an old wound that’s only just started scabbing over, but sometimes, when you talk, when you look at rin like that, all sharp-eyed and unimpressed, he feels like he’s back at that damn kitchen table, 14 and losing everything all at once. 

“your posture’s slipping,” you say from the couch, phone in hand, eyes flicking up from whatever reel you were watching. 

rin’s on the floor doing stretches, and he exhales slowly through his nose. not because you’re wrong, he had started to slack, but because that exact phrase, tone and all, sounds exactly like sae. 

you don’t notice. or maybe you do, and you’re just like him enough not to say anything. 

“thanks,” rin mumbles, readjusting his form. he sees your lips twitch. amused. knowing. 

and maybe that’s what stings the most – how much you know. 

you were only a year younger. too young to understand the full weight of it back then, but old enough to remember the silence, the way rin stopped smiling overnight, the cold war that bloomed in the house like rot. you were always quieter after that. sharper. more like sae. 

it’s not just the snark or the way you call out his bullshit. it’s the late nights, the obsessive drive, the way you train until your knuckles are raw and your voice is gone. the way you’d rather chew glass than ask for help. sae’s ambition lives in your spine. it walks in your footsteps. 

and gosh, rin hates it. 

not because you’re like sae, but because it means you might leave like he did. 

you’re both older now. you still bicker, you still steal each other’s socks, but you have each other’s backs. always. and yet rin finds himself watching you too long, too often, memorizing the slope of your shoulders, the sound of your laugh, the little things he can hold onto in case one day he blinks and you’re gone too. 

“you spacing out again?” you ask, flipping your phone over. “don’t cry, rin. i know my critiques are brutal.” 

he snorts, half a smile pulling at his lips. 

“you’re not that funny.” 

“neither are you, but here we are.” 

he wants to say don’t be like him. don’t burn yourself out. don’t leave me behind. 

instead, he just says, “you coming to my match this weekend?” 

“duh,” you reply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. and to you, it is. 

and when you’re cheering from the stands, arms crossed, pretending you’re not invested, but clapping anyway, he sees sae again. 

but for once, it doesn’t hurt as much. 

you stayed. 

and maybe that’s enough. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

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💌 BSD Men & Handwritten Notes Hidden in Your Things ✉️

Because sometimes, love is found in the smallest details.

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💌 Osamu Dazai – Little Games, Little Confessions

Dazai’s notes are a game.

You find them in your coat pockets, tucked between the pages of books, slipped into your bag when you’re not looking.

Some are teasing.

“I saw you looking at me earlier. Falling for me already, bella?”

Some are poetic.

“If I leave before you wake, don’t think of it as me disappearing—think of it as me waiting for you in another moment.”

And some—the rare ones—are real.

A napkin from the café you both love, with only five words scribbled in his elegant handwriting:

“You make the world bearable.”

You never bring them up.

And neither does he.

Because Dazai will never say these things aloud.

But he knows you find them. He knows you keep them.

And that—that is enough for him.

💌 Chuuya Nakahara – What I Can’t Say Out Loud

Chuuya doesn’t write notes often.

But when he does—you keep every single one.

They’re never long, never dramatic—just small things, things he wouldn’t say aloud but still wants you to know.

Tucked inside your wallet:

“Buy yourself something nice. And don’t argue.”

Slipped under your coffee cup in the morning:

“You didn’t sleep well, did you? Take it easy today.”

And sometimes—the ones that mean the most.

Left beside your pillow when he has to leave for a mission before you wake up:

“I’ll be back soon. Be safe. I love you.”

(That one, you keep in your nightstand.)

Because Chuuya doesn’t say these things often.

But when he does—he means them.

💌 Fyodor Dostoevsky – Messages in Riddles and Ruin

Fyodor does not leave notes.

He leaves challenges.

You find them in the books he lends you—passages underlined, cryptic quotes with no explanation.

“Is it possible to love and still be cruel?”

“To know someone is to destroy them. Do you agree?”

Sometimes, it’s a chess move written on a torn scrap of paper, left on your desk, as if waiting for you to make the next move.

But one night—you find something different.

A letter, folded neatly, hidden under your pillow.

Not a riddle. Not a test.

Just one line.

“I will never ask you to stay, but I will always wonder if you will.”

And suddenly—you realize that even Fyodor Dostoevsky has things he is afraid to say.

💌 Nikolai Gogol – Do You Know the Magic Word?

Nikolai’s notes are pure chaos.

Scattered everywhere—on the fridge, in your shoes, attached to the ceiling somehow.

“What do you mean this isn’t the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you?”

“If I disappeared tomorrow, would you miss me? Trick question, I already know the answer. (You totally would.)”

“Do you know the magic words? (Hint: it’s ‘please give Nikolai a kiss.’)”

But then—there’s one that’s different.

No jokes. No games.

Just a single note, folded small, hidden in the sleeve of your coat.

“I know I make it hard to tell, but you are the only thing I’ve ever been afraid of losing.”

And for once—Nikolai does not ask you if you found it.

💌 Sigma – I Hope You Find This

Sigma’s notes are careful.

Neatly written, placed somewhere he knows you’ll find them but never where you expect.

Inside your favorite book:

“I noticed you like reading this before bed. Sweet dreams.”

Tucked into your luggage before a long trip:

“If you get anxious, just remember—I’m waiting for you to come back.”

And once—one that makes your breath catch.

A note he must have written long before he had the courage to give it to you, one that somehow ended up between the pages of an old journal:

“I think I love you. I don’t know if I should.”

When you ask him about it, his face flushes, his hands gripping his sleeves.

“You… weren’t supposed to find that one.”

But you’re smiling.

Because you did.

And maybe, deep down, he wanted you to.

💌 Ryunosuke Akutagawa – Words Are Not Easy for Me

Akutagawa does not know how to express himself.

So when you start finding his notes, you’re shocked.

A folded scrap of paper slipped into your bag before a mission:

“Be careful. Don’t be reckless.”

A small card tucked between the pages of a book he gave you:

“I don’t know what you like, so I chose something I thought was good. Let me know if I was wrong.”

A short letter, written in careful, deliberate strokes, as if he spent too long trying to make it perfect.

“I don’t understand why you stay. But I am trying to. I don’t know how to say this in person, but I… care for you. Even if I don’t always show it.”

(That one, you hold onto the longest.)

Because for Akutagawa, love is not spoken.

It is written.

In stiff, uncertain words.

In quiet, careful notes.

In ways he will never say aloud, but hope you understand anyway.

💌 Ranpo Edogawa – If You Need Proof, Here It Is.

Ranpo’s notes are ridiculous.

Written in crayon, scribbled on candy wrappers, left in your pocket when you aren’t looking.

“If you’re reading this, you owe me a snack.”

“I’m a genius, and you love me. What a great combination!”

“I know you miss me right now. Even if I’m in the same room. (Admit it.)”

But then—a different one.

Taped to the corner of your mirror, written more neatly than usual.

“I never write things down when I don’t have to. But sometimes, I like to remind you that you matter to me. Even though you already knew that, didn’t you?”

And when you ask him about it, he just grins, stealing a bite of your snack.

“What, you wanted me to say it in person? Too bad, I already wrote it down.”

But later—when he leans against you, his head resting on your shoulder—

You hear him mutter, “Just so you know… I meant it.”

And that—that is why you keep every single note.

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There’s something so endearing about the little notes left behind—playful scribbles tucked between pages, heartfelt words slipped into coat pockets, a simple “thinking of you” on a post-it by the coffee cup. Love doesn’t always need grand gestures; sometimes, it’s found in ink-stained fingertips and the quiet reassurance of I am here, I love you, I remember you. The smallest acts of love are often the greatest, not because of their size, but because of the thought woven into them—the gentle proof that someone’s heart lingers with you, even when they’re not there. ♡