Should I Make Part 2 - Blog Posts

synopsis; when you call them by their first name. (pre-relationship)

ft; f.megumi, i.yuji, g.satoru, n.kento.

tags; jjk x reader, gn!reader, fluff, ooc, cringe.

ꗃ f.megumi

the clock ticked softly in the background as you sat across from megumi, a stack of textbooks between you. the dim light of the desk lamp cast a warm glow over the room, the atmosphere quiet except for the occasional scratch of pens on paper.

"oi megumi," you called softly, nudging your mug toward him. "could you get me a refill? just a little bit of coffee."

megumi barely looked up from his notes. "sure, give me a second." he reached for the mug without thinking, but then his hand froze midair. slowly, he turned to you, eyes narrowing slightly.

"what did you just call me?"

you blinked. "megumi...?"

his face betrayed a faint hint of surprise, though he quickly schooled his expression into neutrality. "you never call me by my first name."

"so?" you asked, feigning indifference, but the subtle twitch of your lips gave you away.

he stared at you for a moment longer before letting out a quiet huff. "fine. i'll get your coffee."

you smirked as he walked away, noticing the slight redness in his ears. when he returned and handed you the mug, he muttered under his breath, "if you're going to call me that, at least don't say it so casually."

"why?" you teased, taking a sip of the coffee. "does it bother you, megumi?"

his glare was unconvincing, the pink flush on his cheeks making it impossible to take him seriously. "just shut up and study."

ꗃ i.yuji

the cinema was buzzing with excitement, fans eagerly lining up to catch the latest blockbuster. you and yuji stood at the counter, debating which snacks to get.

"you sure you don't want popcorn?" he asked, holding up an absurdly large bucket.

"i'll just steal some of yours, yuji." you replied casually, scanning the drink options.

he froze, his eyes widening as he slowly turned to face you. "wait… did you just call me yuji?"

"yeah? that's your name, isn't it?" you replied, glancing up in confusion.

his face broke into the biggest grin you'd ever seen. "you never call me that! you always just say 'itadori' or something!"

"it's not that big of a deal," you mumbled, slightly flustered at how happy he looked.

"it is to me!" he said earnestly, clutching the popcorn bucket like it was a trophy. "you have no idea how cool that sounded. say it again!"

you rolled your eyes, though your cheeks warmed. "c'mon, yuji, let's grab our seats before the movie starts."

"twice in one night!" he exclaimed, trailing after you with an excited bounce in his step. "best day ever!"

ꗃ n.kento

you were used to quiet moments like these, sitting across from kento in the break room as you both sipped tea. he preferred these moments of calm over the usual chaos of the day. it was peaceful—until you broke the silence.

"kento, can you pass me the sugar?" you asked, your voice as soft as the clink of your cup on the table.

kento froze, his hand hovering above his own mug. slowly, his eyes flicked toward you, eyebrows slightly raised in surprise. "what... did you just say?"

you blinked at him, unsure what the fuss was about. "kento. that's your name, isn't it?"

he sat straighter, visibly taken aback. "yes, but you've never called me that before."

you shrugged, a faint smirk tugging at your lips. "i felt like trying it out. don't you like it?"

he opened his mouth to respond but quickly closed it again, his expression carefully neutral. despite his best efforts, a slight pink hue crept up his neck. "it's... fine. just unexpected."

you couldn't resist teasing him further. "you're blushing."

"i am not," he said firmly, though his voice wavered ever so slightly.

"sure you aren't," you replied with a chuckle, leaning back in your chair.

kento cleared his throat, determined to regain his composure. "if you're going to use my first name, at least don't make it sound weird."

"noted, kento," you said, emphasizing his name.

he sighed, adjusting his tie with a faint grumble. "somehow, i doubt you'll take that seriously."

ꗃ g.satoru

the jujutsu high campus was unusually quiet for once. you sat cross-legged on the grass, trying to enjoy the rare peace, but satoru had other plans.

"oi, what are you doing all the way over here?" his unmistakable voice called out before he plopped himself down next to you without invitation.

you sighed, already anticipating the chaos. "nothing, satoru."

he blinked, pausing mid-sentence as if your words had caught him off guard. "wait, hold on. did you just call me satoru?"

you raised an eyebrow. "since when is that a problem?"

his signature grin spread across his face, his sunglasses glinting in the sunlight. "aw, you're getting all cozy with me now, huh? first-name basis and everything!"

you rolled your eyes. "it's just a name. you're overreacting, moron."

"but it's kinda weird," he teased, leaning in dramatically as if to inspect you. "you're always so serious and proper. this is huge!"

"satoru," you deadpanned, "stop acting like a child."

"see? there it is again!" he clutched his chest as if you'd struck him with a love arrow. "hearing you say my name is like music to my ears. say it again."

"no."

"say it, and i'll buy you that fancy coffee you like."

you shot him a skeptical glance but couldn't hide the faint twitch of your lips. "satoru."

he gasped, clasping his hands together in mock joy. "ah, perfection! my name has never sounded so good!"

"are you done?" you asked, standing up to leave.

"not even close," he replied, springing to his feet and trailing after you like a shadow. "now, should i start calling you by your first name too? or do you prefer some cute nickname—"

you groaned, walking faster. "why did i even bother?"

behind you, satoru chuckled, clearly enjoying every second. "because you secretly like me, obviously!"

a/n; my favorite is gumi. he was such a blast to write. (i was kicking my feet and giggling like a maniac) sry it took me so long though, i kinda lost my motivation for a bit smh.

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