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A FATHER IN NAME ONLY

summary: would you believe that the outstanding dr. ratio had adopted a teenage daughter? for two years of living together as a daughter and father, never once was there a spark of love and warmth in their shared home and in public. the daughter tried to win her father's attention but it was already caught by an outstanding student. surely, he won't forget about her, right?

pairing: dr. ratio. . . hsr (the reader is included)

genre: angst, adoptive father x adoptive child trope, lack of love from a parent, burdened by academic pressure, visible favoritism, pressured by unrealistic expectations, one-sided affection between father-daughter

note: idk if this will be a short series or not but meh whatever inspiration say, I'll do it. also, this might be an inaccurate potrayal of ratio in terms of how he handles of being a parent and his personality (he is vv short-tempered compared to the actual story) so i'll do my best ;w;

old title: he is my father, but never considered his daughter

EPISODE 1: FOR THE LOVE OF A DAUGHTER

EPISODE 2: BABYSITTING WAS NOT PART OF THE PLAN!

EPISODE 3: A TIME TO UNWIND!

EPISODE 4: ONE PROBLEM AFTER ANOTHER

EPISODE 5: A ROUND OF HEATED EXCHANGES

EPISODE 6: STARS AND SORROWS

The urge to rewrite a story and turn it into a male reader type is so strong 🗿🗿

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Ok hear me out, Reader is besties with Gojo and Geto and was paired with them to deliver the Star Plasma Vessel(Riko) and Readers notices how the girl's passing seemed to take a toll on Geto the most, so after seeing his decreasing health, both physical and mental, they decided to reach out to him and pull him out of his dark thoughts. Yes I am in denial about the recent chapters, this is how I cope. This man deserves all the hugs in the world😭😭

★ - 'm totally agree! all Satoru had ta do was speak with Suguru 'n JJK probably wouldn't have happened !! <(＿　＿)>

☆ - Teen! Geto Suguru x Male Reader — Can be read as platonic or romantic !!

♡ - Hurt/comfort, suicidal thoughts, and Suguru bein' mildly racist towards non-sorcerers (；′⌒`)

The merging of the Star Plasma Vessel— Riko Amanai— and Tengen went to shit the second Fushiguro Toji came into the picture.

You tried, you tried saving her even though you were scared. No one could touch Satoru, but Toji could. Toji killed him and Riko like it was nothing.

You and Suguru weren't enough, he was too strong. When he killed Rainbow Dragon, Suguru's strongest curse, the reality set in that you two most likely weren't going to make it out alive.

You did, thankfully, but at what cost?

Your quaint little friend group broke up. Shoko was busy learning medical Jujutsu most of the time, Satoru had officially become the strongest and started taking solo missions which left you and Suguru.

But after that day, you noticed something was wrong. Very, very wrong. Suguru had lost weight, his hair which he prided himself in taking care of had split ends and was mildly greasy and he had eye bags.

This also added to the fact that he was coming late to class almost every day sent alarm bells in your head, so you decided to check up on him.

In your home clothes since you didn't have any impending missions and classes were over, you knocked on Suguru's door. He's stopped coming to class the past few days which scared the shit out of you since Suguru doesn't miss class unless it's something serious.

You waited, hoping to hear an answer. When you didn't, you checked the doorknob. It was open so you walked in, announcing yourself just in case Suguru was busy with something.

His room was a mess. The trash can was overflowing, clothes were piled up in a corner and dishes were stacked on the sink.

Suguru was curled up in his bed—which was also a mess, sheets that needed to be washed and his bed was in desperate need of a making— his blanket pulled up to his neck and his body facing away from the doorway.

"Suguru?" You whispered, checking his breathing just in case. It was there and stable, which meant he was just sleeping. You gently tapped on him, noticing the soft tear lines on his cheek.

He had cried himself to sleep.

Suguru stirred as his eyes opened slowly, blinking away the tiredness when he saw your concerned face. "[Name]..? What are you doing here?"

"I came to check on you. You haven't been in class, so I got worried. Are you okay?"

Suguru sat up and rubbed his eyes. He didn't realize he'd been gone for that long, it felt better to stay asleep than wake up. Some days he wished he stayed asleep forever.

"Sorry, I lost track of time." He came up with a lie off the top of his head, hoping you wouldn't question anything and leave him alone.

He knows you though. Knows how empathetic you are, knows how caring you are to the people you love, so it was no surprise when you sat on his bed making yourself comfortable. "Are you okay, Suguru?"

"I told you, I just lost track of time—"

"Suguru..." Your voice was soft as you took his hands into yours. Usually, his were well-manicured and painted black, but now they were long. Suguru hated it when his nails were long, they always got in the way when he was fighting curses. "You don't have to lie to me, you don't have to say anything you don't want to. Please, just tell me if you need help and I'll help you. I won't ask for anything more."

Suguru tensed up. Does he need help? He hasn't felt like himself ever since... everything happened a few months ago. The world felt so grey and he couldn't think of a reason to keep waking up and getting out of bed.

So what if those monkeys needed saving? Sorcerers shouldn't have to put their lives on the line to save people who were barely worth saving.

He feels sluggish. He reeks, his hair feels so greasy and his eyes are heavy. He just wants to lie down and hopefully take his last breath. He can't keep doing this— be a sorcerer that is.

He hates morals, he hates that 'the strong should protect the weak' bullshit, he hates that he wasn't strong enough to protect someone who needed saving, someone who deserved it.

He's so tired. Tired of the Jujutsu world, tired of the fake lies of non-sorcerers, tired of everything.

"...please." He mutters out, his hands slightly squeezing yours and his head hanging in shame.

You nod as you help him up. You don't need to tell him anything right now. If he needs you, if he needs your help, that's all that matters.

You start a bath and help him get undressed, closing your eyes for the sake of his privacy when you got to his boxers.

The water was warm against your legs, and you thanked yourself that you wore shorts instead of sweats. You washed him, taking extra care of his hair to show him you remembered how much he loved it. Show him how much you care about him.

You leave him momentarily to grab clean clothes, settling on an old Mario shirt, black shorts, and a pair of fuzzy white and black socks.

"Do you want to stay here while I clean?" You asked as you tied his hair into a loose ponytail, the smell of his cinnamon shampoo in the air.

Suguru shook his head. He wanted—no— needed to stay close to you. To hold you, to feel someone else's warmth against his. You didn't ask any questions, letting him hold onto your waist as you went to make his bed.

He stayed like that, pressed against you as you sorted his clothes, cleaned his kitchen, swept his floor, helped him take care of his nails, and him made him food.

Suguru doesn't feel like he deserves this. He doesn't deserve you. You're being so patient with him, you aren't judging him for being messy or unclean, you weren't judging the fact that his fridge was almost empty, you were just there.

There for him, to make him feel better.

Suguru feels like he's going to cry.

He's pressed against your chest, hands wrapped around your waist as he listens to you read aloud a book you had brought with you, hands in his hair, scratching his scalp gently.

"...thank you." He mumbles, wiping the wet away from his eyes. He feels so loved, like someone would care if he flat out died.

You smile softly, pressing a kiss against his head. "I'm always going to be here for you Suguru. No matter what."

And for the first time in months, he believes that it's worth it to live. That if he gets to feel you like this, he might stay in the Jujutsu world. All for you— everything for you.

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thinking about afab! househusband suguru and how he would be just the most perfect husband ever.

every morning, suguru would wake up and make you breakfast before work. he’d iron your clothes and pack you lunch. always eager to get a kiss from you right before leaving. while you were gone, he’d clean the house because his home had to be just as pretty and well kept as him!

then, later in the day, he’d get a call from you saying you’d be coming home later. this would upset him, of course. he misses you. but he can hear the tiredness in your voice so instead of wallowing, he decides to prepare a relaxing night for you. as dinner cooks on the stove, he’s in the shower shaving his pretty boy pussy and rubbing on that body wash he knows you love the scent of.

he chooses to stay naked under the silk black robe he’s thrown on. finally, you make it home and suguru runs to greet you at the door. as usual, you’ve come with flowers in your hand for your pretty boy. he’s grateful, taking the bouquet with a smile before gently putting it to the side and wrapping his arms around your neck.

you’re happy to have him close to you, pulling him into your chest eager to kiss him. but, he stops you and instead guides you to go and eat dinner. you let him, lacing your fingers as he takes you into the dinning room where he’s already set the table and served you food.

suguru loves to see you eat his food so well. his heart swelling to see you content with your meal. he drops his spoon and because you were always such a gentleman, you would pick it up of course. as you bent down under the table to grab it, you were shocked to come face to face with suguru’s spread legs, his pussy glistening in slick.

he knew what he was doing. he knew you’d drop dinner in favor of him. so it was no surprise to him when you came over to his side of the table for a heated kiss as your hands slid between his legs, rubbing circles on his clit.

eventually, you’d be in your bedroom. suguru sat on your lap, head against your chest, as you fucked your cock into his dripping cunt. the day’s stress all going into suguru’s pussy. your little husband loved it, choked moans leaving his lips as he creamed on your dick.

round after round because that’s what suguru did to you. turned you into an animal. he would take all of it, though. he wanted to get pregnant, wanted to have a family with you.

he loved being your husband.