The marriage between the Gojo and Zenin clans was never meant to be about love. It was a carefully negotiated truce, one that placed Satoru Gojo’s younger relative into the hands of Naoya Zenin to keep decades of hostility from erupting into something worse. Everyone expected misery. They expected sharp words, impossible expectations, and the arrogant heir who looked down on everyone around him. And they weren’t entirely wrong. Naoya was still insufferable to everyone else—cold, prideful, and carrying himself like the world should kneel at his feet. The servants feared him, the elders respected him, and outsiders only ever saw the cruel edge of his tongue. But behind the closed doors of your shared estate, he became someone no one would ever believe existed. He remembered how you took your tea. Quietly fixed your kimono when it slipped from your shoulder. Waited up for you after late clan meetings with a warm meal neither of you would admit he had prepared. His hand always found yours when the halls were empty, and his voice softened into something only you were ever allowed to hear. You were the only person who ever saw Naoya Zenin act like a husband instead of an heir. To the rest of the jujutsu world, your marriage was nothing more than politics. Only the two of you knew that somewhere between obligation and duty, Naoya had become devastatingly, hopelessly devoted to the one person he refused to let the world take away.
No one asked for the youngest Zenin daughter’s opinion. Not when the elders decided that the only way to keep the balance of power intact was to bind the Zenin Clan to the strongest sorcerer alive through marriage. Not when her older brother, Naoya Zenin, treated the arrangement like another political victory. And certainly not when Satoru Gojo laughed in disbelief before realizing the marriage contract couldn’t simply be ignored. Neither of them wanted this. He resented the clan that had forced his hand. She carried the weight of a family name that had never truly protected her. Their marriage began as a truce written in ink instead of affection—a promise to keep the fragile peace between the Gojo and Zenin clans. Yet somewhere between awkward shared breakfasts, silent walks through the Gojo estate, and the way she flinched at kindness as though it were unfamiliar, Satoru found himself doing things he swore he wouldn’t. Waiting up for her. Making sure she ate. Standing just a little closer whenever the Zenin elders were around. He still hated the arrangement. He just couldn’t seem to stop caring about the girl trapped inside it with him.
The One Exception As one of Slenderman’s quieter proxies, you’ve always been easy to overlook—shy, soft-spoken, and far more comfortable staying in the background than dealing with the others. Unfortunately, that makes you an easy target for Jeff the Killer. Jeff is cruel, sarcastic, and seemingly determined to make you nervous every chance he gets. He teases you, invades your personal space just to watch you freeze up, and constantly acts like your timid nature is the most entertaining thing in the world. But slowly, something changes. Jeff starts noticing the little things: how you always leave food for him despite being afraid to approach, how you quietly patch up his injuries without asking questions, and how you’re the only person in the mansion who never treats him like a monster. And, despite himself, Jeff begins treating you differently. He still acts mean. He still picks on you. But he stops when you look genuinely upset. He becomes strangely protective whenever someone else scares you. And whenever the others push you too far, Jeff is suddenly there—making it very clear that you are the one person nobody gets to mess with. Neither of you admits what’s happening. For you, it’s difficult to tell whether his rare moments of kindness mean anything. For Jeff, admitting that the shy little proxy has become his only soft spot might be even worse.
Aone Takanobu had always been the quiet type. Words rarely left him, but his actions never failed to speak louder—whether it was carrying equipment without being asked, standing in front of first-years when they were nervous, or silently offering an umbrella on rainy afternoons. Most people mistook his towering height and unreadable expression for intimidation, never staying long enough to realize how gentle he truly was. Then she appeared. The energetic first-year assigned to help the Date Tech volleyball team seemed physically incapable of staying still. She chatted with everyone, greeted Aone like they’d been friends for years, and filled every silent gym with laughter as she chased runaway volleyballs, organized equipment, and somehow turned even the most exhausting practices into something fun. Where others hesitated around him, she simply smiled brighter, never expecting him to answer with more than a nod. Little by little, her endless warmth chipped away at the distance Aone had always kept between himself and everyone else. She learned to understand the meaning behind his quiet gestures, and he found himself looking for the familiar sound of her voice before every practice. Somewhere between shared walks home carrying ball carts and the comfortable silence that only the two of them seemed to understand, the gentle giant who had never known how to express himself began hoping that maybe… she already understood his heart.
Ever since Spider-Man saved your life, you couldn’t stop looking for him. Unlike everyone else, you seemed to run into him constantly—during late-night patrols, stopped robberies, and rooftop chases. Every encounter lasted a little longer than the last. A quick thank you became a short conversation, then playful banter as he lingered before swinging away. Neither of you knew why fate kept throwing you together, but with every meeting, you found yourself getting closer to the city’s masked hero… and Gojo Satoru found it harder and harder to leave you behind.
Dante’s pretty sure you have a death wish. You’re pretty sure he’s the most annoying person you’ve ever met. Unfortunately, every reckless stunt, pointless argument, and near-fatal fight keeps throwing you back together. Or: you pick fights on purpose, Dante keeps taking the bait, and somewhere along the way it stops being hatred.
When Barou finally comes back from Blue Lock, school slowly returns to normal for everyone—except you. You’d known of him before he left, mostly as the intimidating guy who always seemed serious about everything. You’d also quietly thought he was cute, though you never had the courage to actually talk to him. When he returns to school, you’re surprised by how much he seems to have changed. He’s more confident, more focused, and somehow even harder to approach. Still, after getting his number through a mutual friend, you decide to take the chance and message him. At first, every text has you overthinking your replies. But Barou actually keeps responding, and before long, texting him becomes part of your everyday routine. You start learning about each other little by little—favorite foods, hobbies, classes, annoying classmates, what you do after school, and all the random things that come up during late-night conversations. At school, you’re still nervous around him sometimes, especially when you catch him looking at you after recognizing your name from his phone. But gradually, talking to him becomes easier. You’re not dating. You’re not even sure if either of you has admitted there’s a crush. You’re simply two high schoolers getting to know each other after Barou’s return from Blue Lock, letting something new develop naturally, one text at a time.
Dating Itoshi Sai was never going to be easy. He was cold, blunt, and notoriously impossible to read—the kind of person who answered questions with one-word replies and looked perpetually annoyed by the world around him. Most people kept their distance. You did the exact opposite. You filled every silence with stories, dragged him to cafés he claimed were “a waste of time,” slipped your hand into his without asking, and smiled brightly enough to make strangers think he must secretly be kinder than he looked. Sai insisted you were loud, distracting, and far too friendly. Yet somehow, he always showed up. He waited outside your classes without being asked, carried your bags before you could protest, remembered every little thing you mentioned in passing, and quietly made sure you got home safely after every date. He’d sigh whenever you wrapped your arms around him in public, muttering about how embarrassing you were, but he never once pulled away. To everyone else, Itoshi Sai remained the same distant prodigy they had always known. To you, he was the boy who wordlessly offered you his jacket when you were cold, who let you steal his hoodies without complaint, and who found himself softening in ways he never thought possible—all because your warmth refused to let him stay frozen forever.
She was nothing like her older brother. While Yoichi Isagi thrived on the field, his younger sister spent her days quietly helping Jinpachi Ego and Anri Teieri keep Blue Lock running behind the scenes. Soft-spoken, painfully shy, and happiest when no one noticed her, she preferred paperwork over conversations and would rather disappear into the background than stand in the spotlight. Which was exactly why it made no sense that Ryusei Shidou noticed her at all. Somehow, Blue Lock’s loudest, most unpredictable striker took an interest in the timid girl who could barely meet his eyes. He’d lean over her desk just to watch her fluster, grin whenever she quietly scolded him for causing trouble, and always seemed to find an excuse to be wherever she was. She couldn’t understand why someone as overwhelming as Shidou kept seeking her out. Shidou, meanwhile, thought watching the quiet little assistant come out of her shell was the most entertaining thing Blue Lock had to offer.
Valentine’s Day turned Shiratorizawa into a parade of heart-shaped chocolates, whispered confessions, and impossible feelings. Having the biggest crush on Ushijima Wakatoshi was already embarrassing enough, but it became unbearable with a best friend who noticed every lingering glance and every flustered attempt to look away. They refused to let the secret stay buried, growing more determined with every passing hour to force a confession before the day was over. Meanwhile, Ushijima remained completely oblivious, unknowingly becoming the center of a disaster waiting to happen.
You had gotten used to Katsuki Bakugo being rude. It was practically part of his personality at this point. Still, you never let it stop you from being kind to him. Every morning, you’d greet him with a bright smile, sometimes leaving a little snack or something small on his desk just because you thought he’d like it. That morning was no different. You approached his desk with the same cheerful expression, holding out a small gift you’d picked up for him. But before you could even say anything, Bakugo suddenly snapped. The harshness in his voice made you freeze. Your smile slowly faded as your hand remained suspended between you, the gift still in your grasp. You stared at him, completely caught off guard. For once, you didn’t have a response. You just stood there, staring at him with wide, genuinely surprised eyes, as his words hung heavily in the air. And for the first time, your usual happiness seemed to disappear.
You were never supposed to become important to Sukuna. As his concubine, you had learned early on not to expect affection from the King of Curses. Sukuna provided everything you needed, but he was distant, demanding, and far too accustomed to getting his way. Still, you quietly found yourself caring for him in all the little ways a wife might. What Sukuna doesn’t realize is that being cared for has made him want to learn how to care for you in return. His attempts are clumsy. When you’re upset, he doesn’t know what to say. When you’re sick, he becomes irritated with everyone around you because he doesn’t know how to deal with his own worry. When you withdraw after one of his harsher remarks, he initially assumes you’ll simply get over it—until he notices that you aren’t looking at him anymore. That’s when Sukuna begins to understand. He doesn’t want you to fear him. He doesn’t want you silently enduring his moods just because you’re expected to. And, most importantly, he doesn’t want to be another person who makes you feel alone. So, little by little, he changes. He starts checking on you instead of demanding your presence. He learns when to leave you alone and when to sit beside you in silence. His apologies remain awkward and painfully Sukuna-like, but they become genuine. He is still cruel to everyone else. Still arrogant. Still impossible. But when it comes to you, Sukuna is slowly learning that being your husband isn’t about having someone who belongs to him. It’s about being someone you can finally feel safe turning to.
The Secret Girlfriend Before Blue Lock, Kunigami was your classmate, your best friend, and eventually, your boyfriend. Even after he was selected for Blue Lock, the two of you decided to keep your relationship private. His schedule was hectic, so you only got to see him whenever he was allowed to leave—but every visit felt special. Whenever Kunigami came back, you were usually the first person he wanted to see. He’d show up with that familiar smile, immediately relaxing the moment he was with you. The two of you would spend your limited time together doing simple things: getting snacks, walking around town, talking about school, or just sitting together while he caught you up on everything happening inside Blue Lock. Meanwhile, his teammates had absolutely no idea you existed. To them, Kunigami was completely single. They had no clue that the “hero” they knew spent his days looking forward to seeing his girlfriend whenever he could escape the facility. And Kunigami secretly loved it that way. It was his little piece of normalcy—the one place where he wasn’t a striker fighting to survive, but simply your boyfriend who missed you terribly. That is, until one afternoon, his friends happen to spot him outside Blue Lock. And instead of seeing the serious Kunigami they’re used to, they watch in complete disbelief as he smiles brightly, wraps an arm around you, and lets you happily drag him toward your favorite café.
Before you ever realized it, you’d become another permanent fixture aboard the Milano. Somewhere between bounty hunts gone wrong, late-night repairs, sarcastic arguments, and narrowly escaping death for what felt like the hundredth time, the Guardians had become your family. Peter Quill was never what you expected. Beneath the terrible jokes, reckless plans, and endless playlist recommendations was someone who carried loneliness as naturally as breathing. The more you saw the parts of him no one else noticed—the quiet moments after missions, the guilt he hid behind a grin, the way he’d always make sure everyone else was safe before himself—the harder it became to ignore the feelings settling deep in your chest. A crush was manageable. Falling hopelessly in love with the captain of your found family? That was another story entirely.
At twenty-four, you had long since earned your place as a jujutsu sorcerer, though you never carried yourself the way most expected. While your older brother, Satoru Gojo, charged headfirst into battle with effortless confidence, you found yourself avoiding unnecessary fights whenever you could. Exorcising curses was part of the job, but if there was another way—protecting civilians, providing support, or simply preventing disaster before it happened—you would choose it every time. It was a mindset that baffled many sorcerers. Kento Nanami, however, never judged you for it. At twenty-eight, Nanami had known you for years through missions and Gojo’s endless habit of dragging the two of you into the same conversations. Your friendship settled into something dependable: quiet coffees after difficult assignments, long train rides back to Tokyo, and the comfortable silence that neither of you ever felt the need to fill. You admired his unwavering sense of responsibility, while he found himself appreciating the compassion you refused to lose in a profession that demanded people harden their hearts. Somewhere between shared missions and ordinary afternoons, the line between friendship and something deeper began to blur. The four-year age gap seemed insignificant to everyone else, yet it lingered in your own mind. Nanami had already built a life beyond the recklessness of youth, while you still felt as though you were figuring out where you belonged outside of your brother’s shadow. Even so, every passing day made it harder to ignore the way your heart settled whenever he was beside you—or the way Nanami’s normally composed expression softened whenever he looked at you. Neither of you intended to fall in love. It simply happened in the quiet moments between them.
Dating Nagi Seishiro meant learning that love was never something he expressed through grand declarations. It showed in the effort he was willing to make. For someone who thought nearly everything was a hassle, every choice to leave his bed, every practice he cut short, and every moment he gave away carried more meaning than words ever could. When life began weighing heavily on you, guilt settled in before you even realized it. Blue Lock demanded everything from Nagi, and the last thing you wanted was to become another responsibility on his already overflowing shoulders. Little by little, you stopped leaning on him. You smiled through your exhaustion, insisted you could handle everything on your own, and quietly created distance, convinced it was the kindest thing you could do. Nagi noticed long before anyone else. He watched you carry more than you should, saw the tired smiles that never reached your eyes, and realized you were trying to protect him at the cost of yourself. Without making a spectacle of it, he began spending every bit of his energy where it mattered most. He stayed beside you after long days, made sure you remembered to eat, wrapped you in silent comfort whenever everything became too much, and patiently waited until the walls you had built around yourself finally came down. The people around him couldn’t understand why the boy who refused to waste energy on almost anything suddenly seemed willing to spend all of it on one person. The answer had always been simple. To Nagi, caring for you had never felt like a burden. If anything, you were the one thing that made every ounce of effort feel worthwhile.
You’d spent nearly a year admiring the effortlessly charming third-year setter from afar—the boy who always seemed to have a crowd around him, whose smile reached every corner of Aoba Johsai’s halls. Oikawa Tooru was the kind of person everyone noticed, and somewhere between passing glances and quiet daydreams, you found yourself hopelessly crushing on him. The only problem? You had absolutely no idea he spent almost every afternoon at your house. As Iwaizumi Hajime’s younger sister and a second-year at Seijoh, you’d somehow managed to miss the fact that your older brother’s loudest, most obnoxious best friend was the very same boy who kept stealing your attention from across campus. Once the truth comes out, hiding your feelings becomes nearly impossible—especially when Oikawa, for reasons neither of you can quite explain, starts paying a little more attention to you than before.
Megumi Fushiguro had never understood people who smiled through everything. He preferred silence over small talk, practicality over sentiment, and solving problems instead of talking about them. Then you came into his life—someone who thanked cashiers with genuine enthusiasm, left snacks for overworked classmates without expecting anything in return, and somehow worried more about everyone else’s bruises than your own after missions. It drove him insane. Not because he disliked your kindness, but because you gave so much of yourself away without ever asking for anything back. You’d apologize to people who bumped into you, insist you were fine even when you were exhausted, and somehow find something good in people Megumi had long since written off. He couldn’t understand how someone could stay so unbearably gentle in a world that rewarded cruelty. The more time he spent with you, the more he found himself stepping in without thinking. A quiet reminder to eat before you forgot. A hand on your shoulder when you apologized one too many times. Walking half a step closer so strangers wouldn’t crowd you. He told himself it was because someone had to keep you from being taken advantage of. But everyone else noticed the truth before he did. Megumi wasn’t protecting you because you were weak—he was protecting the one person who made the harsh edges of his world feel softer. And while your kindness confused him more often than not, he slowly realized he didn’t want you to change. If anything, he’d rather become the kind of person who could protect that warmth… because someone as painfully sweet as you deserved to stay that way, even if it meant Megumi had to carry the sharpness of the world for the both of you.
You work at a quiet, late-night bookstore that sits on a thin seam between worlds—one where demons slip through the cracks when no one’s looking, and you’ve learned to handle them yourself. You’re a civilian, but you can fight well enough to survive every shift. Then there’s him—Vergil—a silver-haired stranger who comes in like clockwork, never says more than necessary, and always leaves right before things go wrong… until one night, he doesn’t.
Almost Something You’re the quiet nerd on campus—the type who spends most of your time studying, keeps to yourself, and would rather be buried in a textbook than anywhere near a party. Toji Fushiguro is the complete opposite. He’s the most popular guy in college, always surrounded by friends, constantly invited to parties, and somehow always the center of attention. So naturally, nobody understands why he’s suddenly spending so much of his time around you. You aren’t dating. Not technically. You’re just talking. Except Toji has a habit of making that distinction incredibly difficult. He’ll sit beside you in the library despite barely studying, walk you back to your dorm after class, text you after every party, and flirt with you like he’s already earned the right to make you blush. He’s surprisingly sweet underneath all that confidence, too. He remembers the little things you mention, checks in when you seem overwhelmed, and always seems to find an excuse to see you. Neither of you has actually confessed anything yet. But with every late-night conversation, lingering glance, and shamelessly flirty comment, the line between talking and something more gets harder to ignore.
Three months wasn’t long enough to know everything about Hiromi Higuruma, but it was long enough to learn the parts of him that everyone else overlooked. He remembered the way you took your coffee before you did. He quietly walked on the side closest to traffic without ever mentioning it. If your hands were cold, he’d wordlessly tuck them into the pocket of his coat beside his own. Every small act came so naturally that you almost missed them, but together they painted a picture of a man who cared far more deeply than he knew how to say. Dating Higuruma wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t loud declarations or grand gestures. It was evenings spent sharing silence, conversations that lasted until sunrise, and the quiet comfort of knowing that no matter how exhausting his days became, he’d still find his way to you. He liked you—far more than he intended to. It showed in the way his usually tired eyes softened whenever you laughed, in the rare smiles reserved only for you, and in how his apartment slowly filled with traces of your existence without him ever asking you to leave them behind. Somewhere between late-night dinners, sleepy mornings, and absentminded touches, he’d realized you had become the safest part of his life. Three months in, your relationship was steady, comfortable, and growing into something neither of you wanted to rush. But Higuruma had already caught himself imagining a future that stretched far beyond three months—and for the first time in a very long time, that future didn’t feel impossible.
Everyone assumes Karasuno’s captain has bigger things to worry about than romance. Between keeping the team together, preparing for matches, and making sure no one loses their head, Daichi hardly has time to think about himself. Which is why he doesn’t notice your quiet admiration at first. He only notices the little things—the way you’re always waiting after practice to lock up the gym with him, how you remember exactly how everyone likes their drinks after long matches, and how your smile somehow makes even the toughest losses feel lighter. Somewhere between late evenings cleaning up the gym and long bus rides to away games, you stop feeling like just one of the managers. By the time Daichi realizes he’s searching for you the moment he walks into the gym, lingering beside you longer than necessary, and finding excuses to carry things together, it’s already too late. The dependable captain who always has everything under control has fallen just as hard as the girl who’s been quietly cheering him on from the sidelines all along.
The two of you had only been dating for a few months, so making little videos together had become a habit. One afternoon, you pointed your phone at the two of you, grinning as you introduced Bakugou with the most innocent expression you could manage. You casually referred to him as your “friend.” There was a beat of complete silence. Bakugou slowly turned to stare at you, his eyes narrowing as he realized exactly what you’d just said. Without a word, he reached over, pulled you firmly against his side, and immediately started peppering your face with annoyed, exaggerated kisses. Between each one, he shot the camera the most unimpressed look imaginable, as if the phone itself had personally insulted him. Your laughter only made him double down. One hand stayed around your waist while he buried his face against yours, refusing to give the camera anything except the obvious truth. By the end of the recording, you were laughing too hard to finish your sentence, and Bakugou looked entirely satisfied with himself. Anyone watching the video would have absolutely no doubt that he was far more than just your “friend.”
Sukuna was never gentle. The King of Curses ruled through fear, and the entire jujutsu world knew better than to expect kindness from him. His words were sharp enough to wound, his patience nonexistent, and anyone who crossed him was lucky to leave with their life. Yet somehow, behind the closed doors of the home you shared, he became someone entirely different. You were his wife—the only person he had ever chosen to keep close—and the only one he treated with a softness no one else would ever believe existed. He remembered the smallest things you liked, quietly made sure you ate before he did, and never let anyone speak to you with disrespect. The same man who would sneer at allies, mock enemies, and terrify entire rooms would pause the moment you called his name, answering with an ease that left everyone speechless. No matter how monstrous Sukuna was to the rest of the world, there was one unwavering truth: his cruelty ended where you began. To everyone else, he was a nightmare. To you, he was simply your husband.
Every Other Aisle In this AU, you’re both adults living in the same town, and Toji Fushiguro works at the local Dollar General. You’re a regular there—maybe a little too regular. You stop by after work, on weekends, or whenever you need something small, and somehow, you always end up bumping into Toji. At first, it’s nothing more than awkward encounters between a customer and an employee. But after seeing each other nearly every time you visit, the two of you slowly become familiar. Toji starts recognizing your footsteps before you even reach the register. You start timing your trips around the hours he’s working. Neither of you says anything about it. But eventually, those accidental encounters start feeling a little too intentional.
