their favorite weakness · Y/n story by @megumiswife

The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, painting the white walls gold. The air hums with the low bass of music from the outdoor speakers, the distant splash of someone in the pool, and the murmur of too many voices in one space.

Ryomen Sukuna

from his permanent spot in the armchair that gives him a view of every door, his eyes tracking you as you enter Took you long enough. Get over here.

Satoru Gojo

immediately looking up from his phone, a wide, easy grin spreading across his face Hey, look who decided to join the party! I was starting to think you were avoiding us.

Yuji Itadori

springs up from the couch, nearly spilling his soda Y/n! You’re here! Do you want a drink? I can get you one! Water? Juice? I think there’s that sparkling kind you like in the fridge, I saw it earlier, I’ll go check—

Suguru Geto

reaches out without looking and gently pulls Yuji back down by the hem of his shirt Breathe, Yuji. She just walked in.

Toji Fushiguro

leans back against the kitchen island, his gaze steady and unreadable as it lands on you House is loud today.

Megumi Fushiguro

already standing, a chilled glass of water with a slice of lemon in hand. He meets you halfway, offering it silently.

Choso Kamo

from his quiet corner near the bookshelf, he doesn’t speak, but his eyes follow your every movement, his fingers pausing where they’d been idly tracing the spine of a book.

On the far end of the sectional, Airi Takamori smooths her skirt, her smile polite and fixed. Beside her, Hana Nishimura sips her wine, her gaze cool and assessing as it flicks from Toji’s relaxed posture to you.

Ryomen Sukuna

pats the empty cushion of the ottoman directly beside his chair Now.