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Just thinking about the JJK men being jealous.
Toji would never admit it, but the way his muscles tense, standing out further by the way he intentionally crosses his arms over his chest, causing them to bulge while looking at the poor guy you’re talking too in the eye.
Satoru would just walk over and place his chin on your head, arms wrapping around your torso as he pouts, not giving a rats ASS about the looks he’s getting from the nearby pedestrians, and the barista you’re talking too, his eyes glancing up to meet the glare of the blue eyed bat while he warns you your coffee is hot and scurries off to help the other customers.
Sukuna would obliterate him no questions asked. “Hi, what would you like to drink today?” *slash.
Nanami would walk over politely, but you don’t miss the way his already immaculate posture straightens up impossibly, his hand moves to straighten down his jacket, flashing the Rolex, and his jaw clenches momentarily. A handshake offered to the man, once he’s introduced himself ever so politely, formally, but the force used on that poor man’s hand is evident through the way it bends within Nanamis hold, the man’s features crumpling slightly in pain.
GUYS! Sorry for being so inactive lately, life is getting hectic! But if it plays out, you’ll probably get a few works now.
For the first official time, requests for blurbs with the Jjk characters are open! Any scenario you got in mind? Send it my way!