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My Hero Academia Series Rewrite Series:

Season One:

part one

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(the) depths of us [1/?]

summary: your entire life, you’ve never been enough. it’s all you’ve ever been told by the ones most important to you. you’re determined to prove you’re more than. pairing: bakugo katsuki x f!todoroki!reader, shoto todoroki x f!todoroki!reader (platonic) a/n: okay, okay. i finally did it. i finally posted the first part. it took basically a week to write this because i kept losing inspiration and doubting myself and everything in between but i think im finally happy with how it turned out. i have so much planned, so i really hope you all do enjoy this and continue to want more. 

please just let me know! i want to hear what everyone thinks, what ideas you guys might have! any and all feedback is much much appreciated.

“You’re thinking of going to U.A.?”

Raising a brow at the clear, distinct surprise on your sisters face, you let out a small shrug. “I am going,” you correct, poking at your dinner with mild interest. “I already received my acceptance letter earlier this evening.”

Fuyumi’s eyes practically bulge; “why didn’t you tell me!”

“I--”

“--Tell you what?”

Eyes instantly brightening with excitement, distracted from your sister for a moment, you let out a grin at the sight of Natsu poking his head into the dining room. It’s been a while since you’d last seen your brother, and you practically leap to your feet without a seconds hesitation at the sight of him. “Natsu-nii! You made it!”

“Well, duh,” he grins down at you, all wide eyed and goofy looking just as he always is when it comes to you, his precious little sister. “So,” he continues after a small pause, “did you get in?”

“I did--!”

“--You told Natsu but not your only sister!”

Turning to Fuyumi, you pause, a bit of guilt festering in your chest. Avoiding her gaze, you fiddle with the tips of your fingers, biting your lip. “I wanted to surprise you,” you shrug, voice quiet. “Besides, I thought you’d tried to talk me out of it is all.”

Her face falls, and she slumps back down, “I... I just didn’t think you’d wanted to go there.”

Meeting Natsu’s gaze, before letting out a small puff of air and taking your seat in front of Fuyumi once more, you reach across the table to set your hand in her own. Her gaze flickers to your own, and upon meeting them, you send her a soft smile. “I didn’t, I guess,” you shrug, “at least, dad made me feel like I couldn’t. You guys know how it is...” 

They don’t say anything, but you can see it in their eyes.

“But then, I thought about it, and I realized I could do it if I really tried.”

And at the looks they send you, you falter.

“...Right?”

“O-Of course!” Fuyumi all but sputters as Natsu nods eagerly, a little too quick but it’s endearing enough for it to bring a soft smile to your face. And then, Fuyumi’s squeezing your hand tightly, pulling your focus back on her solely as she smiles gently; “you can do anything you set your mind to, Y/N/N.”

“Ah!!” Natsu suddenly calls, voice booming as he wraps a tight arm around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his side. “I can’t believe both of my younger siblings are going to go to the prestigious U.A.!”

You let out a small giggle, shaking your head. 

“That reminds me,” Fuyumi pauses, pressing a finger to her lips in thought. “Does Shoto know?”

Your smile falters, a frown falling over your features as you glance down to your lap. “No,” you mumble, “I hardly see him, and when I do it’s really only pleasantries. I doubt we’ll be in the same class anyways,” you shrug, “he might not even notice I’m there.”

“He would be proud of you, Y/N, you know that.”

I do know that, you frown, doesn’t make it any less awkward.

Waving her off, you shake your head; “I’ll tell him eventually. Or, at least, he’ll find out eventually,” then, pausing, you frown. “Dad doesn’t know either, so just kind of... don’t say anything.”

Natsu and Fuyumi glance at each other, but otherwise nod.

You all knew how he’d react if he ever found out. He will eventually, that you know, but you’d like to put it off for as long as possible. You’d rather avoid his rage for getting in the way of his precious star-in-the-making, Shoto, for as long as humanely possible.

You know, in your heart, he at least, would’ve never be proud of you.

You’re the defect.

-

“You’re the pretty girl who saved my life in the exam!”

Blinking in surprise at the sudden voice, and the sudden shadow falling in front of you, having only taken one step into the classroom at that point. You’re both pleasantly surprised and somewhat taken aback at the sight of a familiar face. It was hard not to remember such bright red spiky hair, and not to mention his wonderfully expressive eyes.

His sharp teeth shining brightly in his smile were a give away too.

Letting out a soft, somewhat embarrassed smile, you rub at the back of your neck. “I hardly saved your life,” you let out a quiet laugh. “I’m sure the school took precautions against any severe--”

“You stopped that point zero enemy from falling on me,” he cuts in, grinning brightly as he holds his hand out towards him. “I’m Kirishima Eijirou, it’s nice to properly meet you.”

You weren’t expecting such a warm welcome. Honestly, you were expecting to kind of just stay in the shadows, avoid attention -- it’s something you’re pretty good at, considering most of the time the attention wasn’t on you anyways. And it was where you were most comfortable. Hidden, quiet and just watching; observing.

But you’d be lying if you said that this boys welcome wasn’t both incredibly kind and warming to the heart.

Maybe he naturally had that kind of effect on people.

“I’m Y/N,” you introduce, purposely avoiding your last name. You didn’t really like to mention that you were related to the number two hero whatsoever. Especially not here. “Just Y/N.”

He grins brightly, “I can’t believe we ended up in the same class. I’ve been wanting to properly thank you since then.”

He steps back, allowing you room to enter the class. Your cheeks flush lightly at his words, brushing a strand of your hair neatly behind your ear, moving to reply as your eyes move to flicker across the entire classroom. Your intention is to see who else in your class, really, but your attention is instantly stolen when you notice a familiar head of distinctive red and white hair.

You’d recognize that hair anywhere.

And his eyes are already on your own, meeting your surprised ones with his lips parted slightly. Honestly, from what little you’ve seen of your brother, he doesn’t often express his emotions (not that you blame him) and this is the most reaction you’ve seen out of him for as long as you can remember. The slight widening of his eyes, the parted lips.

He obviously hadn’t expected to see you here. Which, was fair, given that you hadn’t told him despite Fuyumi practically ordering you too. You barely spoke to Shoto anymore, so how were you supposed to bring that up?

“Oh, hey, Shoto. I know we barely know each other despite being twins, but just so you know, I’m also going to U.A. Not through recommendation like you, but I passed the exam. Though you should know. Okay, bye.”

Yeah, awkward.

What’re the odds that you’d end up in his class of all things though.

So much for telling him on your own.

Your lips part to speak, to say something, though you’re not really sure what, but then he’s turning his head, as if uninterested, and simply moving back to looking out the window.

It’s hard to ignore the pang of hurt that hits you.

“--Y/N... ouch, you’re so hot!”

You’re pulled from your thoughts at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder. Turning your head, you blink at Kirishima’s own concerned gaze on you, his gaze flickering from you to his slightly burning hand. You’d forgotten that you’d literally been in the middle of a conversation with him.

Flushing, you shake your head; “I’m sorry,” you call, touching his hand gently, “I get really warm when I’m upset.”

And at the look he sends you, you sigh. “I’m okay,” you adamantly shake your head, and though he looks like he wants to argue, he doesn’t. And you’re quick to change the topic of conversation. “And besides, you don’t have to thank me. You were pretty amazing too, if I remember correctly you came second for the exam, didn’t you?”

His face turns red; “y-yes but that’s only--”

“--Go somewhere else if you want to play at being friends.”

The voice is quiet, but it’s enough of a shock to pull yours and Kirishima’s attention towards it. Your head turns, noticing three people gathered by the door to the classroom, and, in front of them, on the ground, is a man huddled up in a yellow sleeping bag. Looking entirely too... creepy.

“This is the hero course,” he continues, unperturbed by the gazes he receives. He moves to unzip some of his sleeping bag, pulling out a juice box and slurping from it before continuing, moving to a stand. “Okay, it took eight seconds before you were quiet,” he calls, stepping out of the sleeping bag. “Time is limited. You kids are not rational enough.”

“He looks really tired, doesn’t he?”

Pausing at Kirishima’s whispered words, you slowly nod. He does look extremely worn out.

“I’m your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Nice to meet you,” he introduces himself. “It’s kind of sudden, but put this on and go out onto the field.” You eye the blue, red and white outfit in his hands.

Slowly, you blink over at Kirishima, whose face mimics your own.

-

You’re confident enough in your skills not to come in dead last.

You’ve spent enough of your life doubting your own skills, and expecting to always lose in the face of others. And you’d made a vow to yourself when you decided to enter U.A. that you wouldn’t let your lack of confidence get in the way of what you aspired to do. 

Your powers might not be what expected of a child of the number two hero Endeavor, nonetheless when paired with a ice quirk like your mother. You might be a defect in the eyes of your own father. Maybe sometimes in the eyes of your own siblings. But your powers were enough, more than enough, and you didn’t come here just to get a little scared at the first test of your strength.

Still, this is the first time Shoto’s seen your powers since you were both four years old and they manifested for the first time.

He might not even remember. 

And, despite everything, in comparison to his powers, yours were... nothing special.

Standing next to both a pink haired and pink skinned girl, you can’t help but, almost unconsciously, glance behind yourself to where your brother stands. He’s barely paying you any mind, which in of itself isn’t that surprising. He’s not even really watching what’s happening, and instead is probably thinking of himself, of what he’s going to do.

You may not know your brother very well anymore, be connected to him in any possible way, but you take inspiration in knowing how he’ll probably use his quirk. After all, you’d watched him use it enough times as a little girl to know.

Taking a deep breath in, you ignore your own nerves, the many pairs of eyes closely watching you, and instead focus on yourself. However, you’d be lying if the smile and thumbs up that you notice Kirishima sending your way doesn’t do anything to help build your confidence.

“On your mark... get set...”

The marker goes off, and instantly you send what should be ice out through your hands and feet. But just at the point of contact, the heat in your body melts it to nothing but water. It’s a defect, true, but you’ve mastered your power and learned to turn it into something that you can use. 

And in this moment, the melted ice that escapes your feet helps you slide along the dirt path in no more than five seconds.

Mina finishing just a little after you.

“Woah! A water quirk!”

You blink, Mina running up to you with a bright smile and twinkling eyes. “That was so cool how you used it,” she continues to gush, not giving you the time to say anything in response. “I would’ve used my quirk like that, but... I was scared of melting the ground...” And to demonstrate, she produces acid from her fingers, a steam enveloping seconds after.

Your eyes widen. “Woah,” you cry out, grabbing her hand and pulling it close to get a better look, “acid!”

She lets out a laugh, just as the marker for the next contestants rings off. Distantly, you notice a blond boy soaring through the hair with explosions protruding from his hands, and a green-haired boy running quite a few steps behind him.

“I’m Ashido Mina,” she greets, extending her hand towards you, teeth shining. “And thank you,” with a light flush, she rubs the back of her neck.

“Y/N,” you smile at her, “but you can call me Y/N/N if you’d like.”

She laughs with a nod, shaking your hand vigorously and warmth blooms in your chest at how friendly everyone’s been so far. You’ve always been so awkward and shy when it comes to introducing yourself, which was part of the reason why you’d expected to just keep to yourself when coming to U.A.. 

But, you don’t really mind maybe making some friends. Especially given you’ve never really had any.

As Mina falls next to you, and Aizawa moves to explain the next test, you nod to yourself when you are able to do what you feared you wouldn’t be able to. You’ve spent many months training your quirk, learning how to use it, albeit on your own, and that had made you afraid. Sure, you’d been accepted into U.A. and that has to mean something...

but how would you do when actually there? When faced with what was expected of you.

It may have only been the first test, but you were proud of yourself nonetheless.

The test continues on that way. You don’t excel in any that brings all the attention on you, but you don’t fall last every time. And it was certainly an interesting experience enough to see everyone’s quirk. 

When the fourth final test comes, the ball throw, the green-haired boy from before, that you’d learned was named Midoriya, is the last to step up. He’s yet to show his quirk, which you know has not only you but quite a lot of your classmates curious on what it could possibly be.

Only, when he’s about to throw and you’re sure he’s about to use his quirk, as you see these glowy veins appear across his entire skin, it disappears just as quick and he only throws about forty-six meters. 

Your teacher, who turns to be an underground hero called Eraserhead, which you’re sure you’ve heard here and there, ends up cancelling Midoriya’s quirk -- using his quirk. Explaining that he won’t be able to use his quirk if all that ever happens is he ends up hurting himself and breaking his arms, treating him harshly as he all but spits the words.

He tells him that he can’t become a hero.

You find it harsh. Cruel. Taken too far. And maybe it’s the part of you that remembers how many times you’ve been told in your life you’ll never become the hero you want to be.

“You’re just a defect.”

“Not worth my time.”

“You’ll never be a hero worth caring about.”

So, when Midoriya shocks the class by forcing all of his power into just his finger, somehow breaking his body in a controlled way, and rivaling the distance of none other than the blonde boy, Bakugo, you can’t help but feel a surge of inspiration in response.

Maybe even a little pride despite barely knowing him.

To have those words said directly to his face and still be able to come out on top is nothing short of amazing in your eyes.

-

“Okay, I’ll quickly tell you the results.”

Biting your lip, you sway on your feet slightly. You’re positive you didn’t come last, but... you can’t help but wonder where you did fall.

“The total is simply the marks you got from each test,” Aizawa explains, “It’s a waste of time to explain verbally, so I’ll show you the results all at once.” Pressing a button on his tablet, a screen appears before your eyes, your own instantly scanning for your name.

You elect to ignore the fact that your last name is on display for everyone to see, positive everyone will be more focused on their own score, and let out a slight breath of relief when you realized you’d came about in the middle. Ten isn’t bad you think. It’s not overly high that all the attention will be on you, but, it’s not horrible that there isn’t room for improvement.

It’s one of the best scores you’ve ever seen.

Moving your attention to the top three, you’re not surprised to see Shoto up there, nor the name Momo. From your brief introduction of her, that high of a score, being first nonetheless, makes perfect sense to you. However, you are surprised to see the name Bakugo so high up.

You’d noticed that he’d done well in most, if not all of the tests, but you guessed you just hadn’t paid that much attention. At least, until now.

Your eyes flicker to your left, blinking at the sight of him right beside you. Lips parting, you blink, only then realizing he’s turned his attention back on you at the feeling of someone staring at him. You move to smile, but his eyes narrow and a nasty growl leaves his lips as he scoffs at you, turning his attention back ahead.

Okay, then, rude.

Turning your attention back to the scores, you remember Aizawa’s threat, and look to see who came last.

21. Izuku Midoriya

Instantly, you frown, turning to the boy, lips parting to say something, wanting to, but not knowing what.

“By the way, I was lying about the expulsion.”

What?

A creepy smile curls onto Aizawa’s face. “It was a rational deception to draw out the upper limits of your quirks.”

An eruption of “what?!” echoes, and Momo merely frowns; “of course that was a lie. It should’ve been obvious if you just thought it through.”

See? Number one makes sense.

“That was a little bit scary, huh?” The electricity boy, Denki, calls, letting out a small laugh.

Kirishima instantly flexes his arm, shaking his head; “I’ll take on the challenge any time.”

If you remembered correctly, he came in eighth.

“Nice job, Kirishima,” you call, moving to stand beside him with a small smile. “Eighth is amazing.”

He flushes; “thanks.”

“With that,” Aizawa calls, putting the attention back on him, “we’re done here. There are handouts with the curriculum and such in the classroom so when you get back, look over them.”

-

“Oi, Y/N!!”

Blinking at the familiar voice, a smile curls onto your lips at the sight of Kirishima, followed by Denki -- who you haven’t gotten much of chance to speak to. Of course, it was only the first day.

“Hello Kirishima,” you bow at him, coming to a step, before turning to Denki, “Kaminari.”

They wave off your pleasantries, and fall in step with you. “We’d thought we’d walk you home,” Kirishima grins.

“Consider it our first date,” Denki winks at you, smirking proudly.

You laugh, “with Kirishima?”

He flushes, and both you and Kirishima let out a laugh.

“You guys don’t have to, though,” you call after the laughter fades, “seriously. We just met, and I usually walk home alone--”

“Todoroki-san doesn’t walk with you?”

You blink at the red-head, shoulders slumping. “You noticed then?”

“You introduced yourself with just your name,” he shrugs, “so when I saw it there I couldn’t help it.”

“He’s my twin,” you explain, biting your lip.

Kirishima blinks at you, owl-eyed.

“Oi, oi,” Denki calls, bright eyed and blissfully unaware; “doesn’t that mean your Endeavor’s daughter?”

Trying to hide the feeling that runs through you, but unable to stop the frown that mares your lips, you glance down at your feet. “I just don’t really like to mention it, is all. It’s not really a secret, truly,” you turn to Kirishima, already knowing what he was going to ask. And then turning to Kaminari, you smile gently; “and yes, Endeavor is my father but I’m not really close to him. Him or Shoto, honestly.”

“Why?” Denki asks bluntly.

Thumping him on the back of the head, Kirishima frowns; “dumbass, don’t just dig into her personal life like that.”

Letting out a small laugh at their antics, despite only knowing each other for a day, you wonder how you got yourself wrapped up in both boys’ attention so easily. With a shake of your head, you set your hand on Kirishima’s shoulder, smiling; “it’s all right, Kirishima.” Then, turning to Denki, you shrug; “it’s always been like that. It’s really not that big of a deal.”

There’s a pause, and you grin, holding up your pointer finger; “besides, before he went off to college, my brother Natsu-nii used to always walk me to and from school.”

Both boys ease slightly at the warm smile that curls onto your lips.

“Well,” Kirishima calls out, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “it’s bound to be an interesting year nonetheless. There’s a lot of interesting quirks in our class.”

“Oh!” You grin, “which reminds me, Kaminari!” He blinks at you in surprise at your bright eyes on his own. “Your electricity is so cool! And, Kirishima! Your hardening quirk was just as amazing as I remember it being from the exam.”

Both boys flush, as your blissfully unaware, smiling all the same.

“Your water quirk is pretty cool too, Y/N.” Denki mumbles, slightly embarrassed.

Hardly anyone compliments his quirk, especially because of the limit it has. It felt nice to be praised, especially by such a pretty girl like you nonetheless.

Holding your hand before yourself, you create a small burst of water in your hand, frowning. “It’s just water,” you shrug, “not that special.”

You hardly think they’d find your quirk so wonderful if they knew it’s defect.

“Hey,” Kirishima argues, grinning at you; “that water saved my life in the exam!”

“I-I told you,” you shake your head adamantly, “I didn’t save your life.”

Kirishima just crosses his arms over his chest; “you definitely did.” And his voice is so sure, you find it hard to argue against.

“W-Well, what about Bakugo’s,” you hastily change the subject. The first name coming to mind being his, as you remember his explosions. “His quirk was pretty cool, I think. Unique too.”

Both of them shrug; “he’s a little... stingy, isn’t he though?”

“Says electricity-boy,” you snort. Though, you don’t necessarily disagree.

“Hey!” Denki calls out, flustered. “Don’t call me that. Call me... call me, Kaminari-kun.” He pauses, clearly proud of himself. “Yeah, Kaminari-kun, okay?” And his eyes practically implore you.

“Dude!” Kirishima huffs, “stop flirting with her!”

“What!”

“You know what!”

Letting out a laugh, you shake your head.

Yeah, it was bound to be an interesting year like Kirishima said. But you were already looking forward to it.

-

Part two?

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rewrite series of my hero academia anyone?

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my theme is quite honestly the opposite of Halloween

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Thank you for the update!!! I hope you are doing fine now. I've read the Slow Demise again from the start bc it's just too good!! Y/n is pretty badass now that she can control curses and you're telling me that it is not yet her true potential??? I just want to ask, near the end. Did she do something to Sukuna for Yuuji to come out? The story is getting really exciting. Every update is worth the wait.

I’m glad you enjoyed it, darling! And yes, I am doing much better and needless to say I’m so happy to finally have the energy to write again. I missed writing terribly.

And 👀 needless to say Y/N doesn’t think she did anything but I twisted the story to make it seem like it was her powers that were able to pull Sukuna back and give Yuji the little push he needed to break through.

I love when people are able to interrupt subtle hints I put in! Makes me all happy 😊

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the slow demise [4/?]

summary: He’d found you coated in blood, surrounded by death, and decided then and there, you were perfect. pairing: megumi fushiguro x f!gojo!reader a/n: finally part four!!! things are getting juicy guys!! tags: @thatprofessionalfangirl - @sugarandsoft - @honeyy-honeyy-sweets - @strawberryflavoredjeans - @flowersbloominthedark - @juliajempire - @princess-bumblebee - @sageandberries-png - @yue-caelum - @a–nonymousse - @aryksworld - @godsentkita - @kat-su-ki - @desired-love-​ - @starrynight25 italics are those i couldn’t tag!

part one - part two - part three - part four

“He can’t be much longer now, can he?”

Eyeing you out of the corner of his eye, Megumi frowns. You are right, it has been a while and the both of you are far too antsy in anticipation of seeing Yuji save and sound that you’re not thinking rationally -- has it actually be that long? Or did it just feel like eternity because you both were scared of what the outcome would be?

Any longer, and Megumi feared you might go running back in.

Just then, a flash of something hits Megumi -- almost as if a slap to the face. One look at you, and he knows you felt the same.

“The special-grade curse is dead,” Megumi mumbles.

“Now we just need Yuji to return safely...”

You practically whisper it, as if afraid the words will jinx Yuji’s safe return.

Maybe they do, because, in the next second, fear strikes Megumi sharp in the chest, painfully, and suddenly his entire body tenses with the realization that someone’s behind him.

And not just someone; something.

“Sorry, but he’s not coming back.”

It’s not Yuji’s voice, but it’s his body. Megumi can’t seem to move his body, the terror striking him so deeply to his core he feels frozen to the spot, incapable of doing anything. He wants to turn to you, wants to tell you to run -- at the very least, he’d like for you to get away safely -- but his body won’t listen to his mind.

“Don’t be so frightened,” and it’s clear Sukuna is speaking to Megumi. Megumi thinks he hasn’t even acknowledged you -- which could either be a really great thing or a terrible thing. “I’m in a great mood right now. Let’s chat for a bit.”

There’s a pause, and Megumi watches as Sukuna moves past him, moving to stand in front of him. He gathers the courage to move, even just a little, his head tilting to the left to where you are. You look just as scared as he imagines he looks, and he can see the slight tremble in your hand as your eyes stay down.

“This is what he gets for trying to use me without any kind of pact,” Sukuna explains, tilting his head back to stare at Megumi. “Feels like he’s having some trouble switching back. Still, though,” and he pauses, moving his hands to either side of Yuji’s uniform, before shredding it to pieces without a shred of difficulty. “It’s only a matter of time.”

Megumi hears you let out a soft gasp of fright.

“So... I thought about what I can do right now.”

He lets out a light laugh, hand moving towards his chest. Megumi gasps, but doesn’t move, however, he hears you cry out a strangled; “please, don’t!” and your body moves past him before halting to a sharp stop as Sukuna shoves his hand right through his chest, right where Yuji’s heart lies, blood pooling from his lips almost instantly.

“Wh-What are you...-”

Blood gushes from his chest, coating the concrete beneath your feet.

He rips Yuji’s heart out in the next second, gripping it in his hands.

“I’m taking this brat hostage.”

“Hostage?!”

“Yeah,” Sukuna shrugs, “I can live without this, but that ain’t true for the brat.” He tosses the heart aside; as if it’s nothing. As if not crucial to Yuji’s life. “Switching out with me means he dies. Also,” he pulls one of his own fingers from his back pocket. “For good measure.” And then eats it.

His hands starts to twitch, but Sukuna looks as calm as ever.

“With that, I’m free as a bird. You can be frightened now.” 

Megumi notices out of the corner of his eye, you take a step back, clearly frightened beyond reason.

“I’ll kill you,” Sukuna laughs, and you let out a whimper as his eyes zone in on your own. “Then, once I’m finish, I’ll have my fun with you. I’ll make sure your death is as long as painful as possible. For no particular reason.”

There’s a pause, Megumi shifts, his hand reaching out towards you; “step back, Y/N.” Then, under his breath, you hear him mumble; “our roles are reversed now.” Before his attention focuses back solely on Sukuna. “You just don’t get it. He’s... Itadori’s coming back. Even if that means he’ll die. That’s just who he is.”\

And Megumi’s words make you pause. Your eyes fall on the way his slightly shifted his body so it’s stood in front of you, shielding you, to Sukuna who seems just as gleeful and confident as before. Megumi’s words don’t scare or really mean anything to him at all, but, you understand. You get it. 

You’d given up on Yuji. You thought that there was no way he’d be able to stop Sukuna now. But that just isn’t true -- even if... even if it means his death, Yuji would much rather die than let a monster like Sukuna parade around as he pleases. Do as he wants.

Megumi hasn’t given up on Yuji, and neither should you.

“You give him too much credit,” Sukuna grins, “this guy’s just a little tougher and denser than other humans.” Wiping at the blood on his lips, Sukuna laughs. “Just a momenta go, he was scared out of his mind, on the verge of death, and prattling on about his regrets and all that nonsense. I know for a fact he doesn’t have the guts to kill himself.”

Blinking with realization, your brows furrow when you notice Sukuna’s healed Yuji’s hand. The one that had been cut off earlier. Reversed Curse Techniques. If he can live without a heart, at the very least, it should be somewhat damaging to him.

It has to be.

By the determined look on Megumi’s face, you figure he’s thinking the same as you. But then, your eyes travel lower, to his hands; and you notice the way they shake. He’s scared, probably beyond so.

But, he isn’t alone.

Stepping forward, you set your hand on Megumi’s shoulder, pulling his attention solely on you for one brief moment. Nodding at him, you squeeze his shoulder.

I’m with you.

In the next second, he summons Nue.

The grin on Sukuna’s face widens; “I’m finally outside, after all. Let’s use the open space.”

Megumi runs forward, throwing hits after hits towards Sukuna. He easily blocks all of them, but Megumi manages to block his far and few inbetween himself. It doesn’t matter though. Megumi doesn’t have hit him, he just has to create an opening long enough for you to reach Sukuna; to touch him. If he can do that, you might have a chance at winning.

A slim chance, but one nonetheless.

Megumi and you have worked together plenty times before. The two of you work so well that words don’t need to be exchanged for the other to understand what the plan is. 

Megumi will get that opening, you’re sure of it.

And he does. In a split second, Megumi suffers a hit to the face, but Sukuna’s distracted and a fleeting look from Megumi tells you this is it.

Racing forward, you keep your footsteps light, like you’d trained, pulling out one of the weapons Maki let you borrow in the space you always keep it. The cursed weapon helps you control your own curse technique, allows the hit to be more focused. If you can get some of his blood--

You’re inches away from slashing him when a hand wrings itself around your throat. The grip is tight, painfully so, and you’re lifted off your feet without a seconds notice, a gargled cry leaving your lips.

“Y/N!”

It’s Megumi who calls for you, of course it is, but all that you can focus on is the pair of leering eyes staring back up at you. 

“Did you think you could control me, woman?” His grip tightens, cutting off your airway as your face turns hot and your vision blurs. His nails dig into the flesh of your skin, blood pooling from the cuts and a hoarse whimper leaves your lips in response. “You?”

Your eyes slide past him, to Megumi, on the ground with a bruise forming on his cheek. But still, his focus is on you, terrified of what will happen.

Anger courses through your veins. You... You can never help, no matter how much you try. You always end up being a burden. Having to be saved, helped, healed, one or the other. You’d wanted to... you’d wanted to finally, finally be the one that saved someone.

You’re a--You’re a monster!

You move quick, making the hand signs quicker then you’re sure you’ve ever made them, and the words come pouring from your lips just as you feel yourself slipping from conscious to unconscious; “Cursed Technique; Domination: The Imprisonment of One--!”

There’s a searing pain, a cry leaving your lips as his hand loosens around your throat. You’re dropped to the ground in the next second, pain flooding your entire being as smack against the ground with a thud. You don’t know what happened, you don’t know why Sukuna suddenly let go, but as you slowly move to push yourself up, you hear Megumi yell out; “gang up on him!” and then his arms are pulling you towards him.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

Being propped up in arms gives you the chance to see what had happened, why everything hurt so bad. There’s a bleeding hole in the side of your hip, a blood is pouring profusely from it. That’s why everything burned. That’s why it felt like your body was loosing it’s strength.

“Me-Megumi,” you cough, your voice a weak cry, turning your eyes to focus on him. “I did it,” you try to smile, but you struggle to move your lips. “I can h-hold him. B-But I don’t... I don’t know for how long--!”

Megumi suddenly gasps, and your eyes flicker upwards, to where Sukuna’s trapped in one of Megumi’s shigaraki; Orochi. Only, the snake is bursting apart, and Sukuna is still grinning from ear to ear.

Suddenly, Megumi’s yanked up to his feet and you’re dropped down to the ground again, a hiss leaving your lips in response.

“Hey, what did I just say?” Sukuna laughs, “let’s use the open space!”

In the next second, Megumi is flung through the trees, disappearing from your sight completely.

You move to make the hand gesture, to stop Sukuna, but he only laughs at you, you being halted by your own injury as you double in on yourself. Your lips part, tears stinging your eyes as Sukuna disappears in a flash.

“No!” You cry, voice gurgled, “Megumi!”

But your vision is blurring, and everything hurts, you can’t... you can’t move.

-

A hand holds your bleeding stomach, staining your fingers red much like that day. Only, this time, it’s your own blood staining your body.

Your legs are weak beneath you, shaking violently. Every step you take hurts, makes a shock of pain flood through you, and it takes all of your strength and will not to fall over from every given second and step you take. But you need to make it to Megumi, you can’t lose him too, and you’re determined to help.

You can hear Sukuna, can hear the sound of fighting. Sukuna is saying words you can’t make sense of, can’t focus on, all your attention on going forward. That’s your only thought; going forward.

But you make it, you do, and your eyes fall on Sukuna stood directly before Megumi, a glow of blue around the latter -- his curse energy -- as he holds his hands before himself in preparation. 

“Well then,” Sukuna laughs, mockingly, gleefully, “show me, Fushiguro! Show me, and maybe I won’t kill that bitch! Maybe, I’ll let her live!”

He’s talking about you, maybe he knows you’re there. But you don’t care.

You can do this.

Bringing your hands together, ignoring the pain that floods your entire being, you use what little strength you have left, forcing yourself to ignore all else as a desperate, piercing cry of; “please, YujI!” leaves your lips.

And your cry echoes, silence following, but as you fall to your knees, thudding to the ground as your vision blurs and your will leaves you, Megumi’s expression softens as the lines on Sukuna’s face disappear and his eyes soften and suddenly Yuji is staring back at him.

You don’t notice. You’re slipping in and out of consciousness, your strength finally disappearing from you completely as you struggle to stay away. You fear if you close your eyes, you’ll die. For good. And you don’t want that, but the urge gets stronger and stronger with each passing second and you don’t know if you can fight it.

Then, there are arms slipping underneath you, pulling you into a warm and familiar touch.

“Megumi...?”

You blink, managing to focus on him for one fleeting second. The pain doubles, this time for a completely different reason as you take in the expression on his face.

“Is...” And your voice cracks, voice leaving you as your hand moves to his chest, gripping the material of his uniform weakly. “Is Yuji...--”

You can’t finish your words, your vision turning black, and the last thing you feel is Megumi’s grip around you tightening.

The last thing you hear is a sob break past his lips.

-

There’s a light knock at your door.

You don’t have to ask to know who it is.

“Come in,” you sigh, not moving your gaze from the window next to you.

“I brought snacks!” Gojo calls cheerfully, head poking in through the door. You don’t have to look at him to know he’s grinning brightly, entirely too cheerful for what’s just happened. But you also know this is his odd way of trying to cheer you up. 

You don’t say anything in response, and footsteps follow soon after. Gojo sets the snacks he’d brought on the night table next to you, before taking a seat on the edge of your hospital bed. You were supposed to be let out today, which you figure is why Gojo’s here. Ieiri said you were quite injured, and if Megumi had brought you to her only a second later, you most likely would’ve died.

It’s why you’ve been stuck in bed rest for the past three days.

Three days since that stupid mission. Three days since Yuji had died.

When Gojo doesn’t say anything more, you sigh; “I don’t want to talk about it, Gojo.”

And finally, you turn to face him, meeting his eyes as he shrugs at you, leaning back leisurely. “Why not?” He questions, quirking a brow at you, “when you were younger, you used to talk my ear off.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not a little girl anymore.”

“You’re still a kid.”

You snort, shaking your head. But, you don’t say anything.

“Okay, we don’t have to talk about it,” Gojo complies, “let’s talk about the Kyoto School Exchange Event.”

Eyes narrowing, you pause; “why?”

“Well,” and he pauses, smiling brightly at you. “You’ll be participating this year.”

“I thought first years weren’t allowed to participate.”

He shrugs; “there’s been an exception.”

“I’m not participating,” you say without hesitation, turning back to the window and staring at the same tree that had caught your attention before. “In fact, it was a mistake for me to come to this school anyways.”

You expect Gojo to whine, maybe even get mad; even though you’ve never actually seen him get mad. However, all he simply says is; “why?”

You turn to him, shocked, as if in disbelief he could even ask that.

“Look at what good it’s done.”

Gojo pauses, and finally the smile from his lips falls as he frowns; “you think Yuji is your fault?”

You flinch at the sound of his name, remembering his kind eyes and warm smile. If anyone hadn’t deserved to die, it was him, and you hate that you hadn’t been able to do anything to help him.

“While Megumi was trying to save him, I... I was hurt,” you whisper, voice breaking slightly as tears flood your eyes. “I couldn’t do anything to help him.”

“Megumi told me you tried--”

“All I did was mess up his plan and nearly get killed!”

There’s a pause. You never raise your voice, and you’ve never yelled at Gojo before.

“And when Nobara was taken, I was too busy being scared to even help her. And it’s my fault Yuji had to even bring Sukuna out in the first place, if I had just been strong enough in the first place to stop that special--”

Gojo stands, and you fall silent in shock and slight disbelief as he moves towards the door.

He glances back at you with a raised brow; “I’ve told you plenty times before that you’re incredibly strong, Y/N.”

Lips parting, you shake your head; “but--”

“You refuse to let your true power shine,” Gojo says simply. “That day,” and with the way he emphasizes his words, you know he speaks of your family, of your parents, and the day he found you covered in their blood. “I saw your true power that day, and you were... incredible, Y/N.”

Your hands shake in your lap, “but I murdered my family...”

“Were they really your family, though?”

Gasping, your eyes widen. What... How could he say that?

“You’re afraid to use your powers to their full extent, Y/N,” Gojo finishes, finally opening the door to walk out. And just before he does, he adds; “that’s why you feel weak.”

And then, he simply lets the door fall shut, leaving you alone to your own thoughts and silence.

[seiijohhh]

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my hero

request: could I request a shouto x female reader in which shouto saves y/n from a yandere? yandere stories don't sit well with me, but one where the reader is saved from one sounds interesting.

a/n: my first request? i think so! also, i definitely agree about yandere stories. ive read a few and they’re a little off for me, i guess. not trying to judge anyone who does read/write them, just not my cup of tea, ya know?  however, there should be a warning that this fic does have some graphic content to it: stalking, obsession, attempted assault. while shoto isn’t a yandere in this, there is a yandere ‘character’ so beware of that. but shoto does save her :)

pairing: shoto todoroki x f!reader please don’t plagiarize my work!

You’ll never know how, out of everyone, one of the best pro-heroes of his time, decided to save you.

But it had happened, and you’ll forever be grateful for the struck of luck that it did. Because, meeting Shoto had completely and irreversibly changed your life. The second your eyes had landed on his heterochromia eyes, you’d been hooked from the second on, completely in love.

You hadn’t believed in love at first sight until then.

With bruises littering your skin, and an ache in your shoulder from where you’d been hit, Shoto had gently pulled you to your feet. Once he was sure the villain was restrained and no longer a threat, he’d placed his sole focus on you. He’d held you steady in place, your legs too shaky to find your proper footing, as he’d asked -- in such a gentle, soft voice nonetheless; “are you alright? Where does it hurt?”

Shoto had brought you to the hospital himself, even though there was no real reason for him to, and didn’t leave until he was absolutely sure you were okay and you’d all but forced him to leave; reassuring him constantly that you were in fact okay.

You’d thought that would be it.

You were quirkless, a completely regular citizen that worked a normal nine to five job. And he, a pro-hero with an amazingly strong quirk, in his prime. There was no way you’d ever run into him again, and the only time you probably would see him is on the news, when he saved someone else.

It was his job after all.

You’d distracted yourself with your normal routine, coming home to your shared apartment with your boyfriend, make dinner for the both of you, watched whatever he wanted on tv, and then went to bed when he did. But every time you closed your eyes, even with your boyfriends arms wrapped tightly around your waist and holding you firmly against his chest every night -- all you’d see is his eyes and that kind, somewhat awkward smile Shoto had showed you.

Then, a week later, Shoto himself was waiting outside your work.

“Todoroki-san! What-What are you--?”

“I wanted to see how you were doing, if you were alright,” he gently cut in, taking a small step towards you. He wasn’t in his hero costume, and rather in regular civilian clothing and the sight of it was completely baffling to you. You almost felt like this was a sight you weren’t allowed to see. “And wanted to ask if you’d allow me to walk you home.”

And even though your mind buzzed with confusion, your heart earned for you to say yes and the words practically slipped past your lips before you could stop them; “I-I’d love that, Todoroki-san!”

He lets out a quiet chuckle; “please, call me Shoto.”

There’s a small blush on your cheeks, head bowing slightly as you nod; “Shoto.”

“And your name is?”

Your brows furrow; “I’m sure you already--”

“I’d like to hear it from you,” he smiles gently, “it feels proper that way.”

“Y/N,” you appease, nodding gently. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

He extends his hand towards you, palm head up invitingly. 

“It’s a beautiful name.”

-

And it continues like that for the next while.

And through it all, through the days and the weeks and the months that follow, Shoto teaches you love. It seems like such a silly thing, something you’d thought you’d already understood -- but as he treats you with gentle words and kind eyes and warm smiles, you begin to realize that you’d truly had no idea what love really was.

How you deserved to be treated.

Shoto’s gentle words make you realize how harsh your boyfriend’s could be, and his kind eyes make you realize how cruel your boyfriends were and finally, his warm smiles made you realize how sinister your boyfriends smile was. 

He’s there for you when you break up with your boyfriend. There for the tears, there to hold you, because even though you’ve come to realize just how unhealthy the relationship had been -- there had been a point in your life where you’d really loved him. A point in your life when you’d considered marrying him, having children with him, spending the rest of your life with him.

And even though there this untouched, unspoken thing that exists between the both of you -- this line the both of you are afraid to cross -- you’re happy. Unbelievably so.

More happy then you ever think you’ve been.

But then, you receive a text. It’s from an unknown number, and all it says is;

this isn’t over.

It makes your heart sink, and your body freeze with fear. You have a pretty good notion of who it is based off that text alone, but you don’t say anything. Nor do you say anything about any of the other texts that follow. No matter how disturbing, how terrifying, how downright terrible the ones that follow are, you don’t say a word.

You’re afraid. 

It’s your ex-boyfriend, you know it. It feels like him. You think of him when you read the vile texts. 

They’re a mirror image of the way he used to speak to you. The things he’d say to you when you did something he didn’t like, when you didn’t listen to him, when he thought you’d been flirting with other men. The threats he throws at you are the punishments he’d done in actuality when you’d been dating. When he’d force himself on you, when he’d hit you, scream, berate and terrify you so much that you were a shell of yourself, cowering in the corner. 

And he knows where you live, and by the photos he sends, of you sleeping in bed, or changing, or even something as mundane as eating breakfast. 

You revert back to your old self, fearing what he’d do if you tried to tell someone, tried to get help.

Shoto knows somethings up. He can tell somethings off. But you brush him off every time he asks; it would only upset him more if you told Shoto of all people.

That much is clear from the hatred he spews at the pro-hero.

But it never goes further then texts and you think, you convince yourself you can handle that much. He’ll get bored eventually. He’ll leave you alone eventually. You just have to be safe, careful, never reply to his texts and never give him reason to think you were responsive to his threats.

Then, one day you come home only to find him sat on your living room couch.

“H-Haru, how did you--!”

“You’re the same as always,” he laughs, standing up as he spins to face you, a leering smirk clear as day upon his lips. In his hands, he spins your spare key round his pointer finger. “You think you’d get smarter over time, but no matter how much I beat it into you, you never did.”

You let a cry, backing up as he advances, your back hitting the door, and you’re a second too late in turning around and leaving because the second you turn, you’re slammed up against the door. Haru’s chest presses into your back, your face squishing into the wood of your front door, hands gripping your hips painfully enough that you have no doubt it’ll leave bruises. 

“Haru, please, don’t--!”

Your cries fall silent as nips at your throat harshly, pinching the skin between his teeth with a growl. “I gave you a chance to come to your senses after you broke up with him. Gave you a whole month to realize how stupid you were being. Gave you a month to realize that we belong together like I thought you already knew,” his voice is dark, sharp, and it frightens you more than you’d like to admit. “I thought you were just rebelling, being a brat and you’d come to your senses.

“Imagine my surprise when I see you out on a date with Shoto Todoroki.”

Your eyes widen; “you-you’re wrong! It wasn’t a date, it was--!”

“Am I not good enough for you, you wanna be a slut for some pro-hero?” He growls, grip turning harsher as you let out a cry. He presses you harder against the door, shifting so his knee is pressed in between your legs and his hands are free to grab the back of the dress you’d been wearing. “Were you out with him tonight? Is that why it took you so long to get home?”

With a loud tear, your dress is ripped from the back, pooling around your shoulders. You let out a whimper, nails digging into the wood of the door.

Haru leans close, lips pressed right next to your ear; “I bet he doesn’t fuck you nearly as hard as I know you like it.”

“No!” You scream, voice piercing as you try to push him off you. “Get off of me! I don’t want this! Stop!”

Haru laughs, “why kind of hero doesn’t walk his own date to the door?”

He moves to slide your dress completely off of you, and in a rare moment of courage and strength you manage to push him off of you. You swivel around, fist hitting his cheek and leg moving to kick him in the dick. You waste no time in running past him, swiping your clutch off the ground that you’d dropped and hastily reaching for your phone. It’s easy enough to find Shoto in your panic, making your way to your bedroom and locking the door behind you.

You don’t stop there, moving to the bathroom, where you also lock the door, pressing yourself against the wall furthest from it, standing in the shower.

Shoto answers on the second ring; “hello, Y/N.”

You let out a cry; “please come,” you whisper, voice shaking. “Haru is here and he’s... he’s angry with me, and he’s trying--” You’re interrupted by the bedroom door slamming open, the bang echoing loud enough for Shoto to hear through the phone.

He freezes.

“Please Shoto,” you cry, “I don’t know what to do. He’s trying to--”

The bathroom door handle starts to jiggle.

“Y/N, Y/N,” Shoto calls through the phone, voice sharp, “where are you? Where are you right now?”

“I’m home,” you whimper, “please, hurry, he’s... the door isn’t going to last much longer!”

“I’ll be there in five, okay? Stay on the phone with him, don’t hang up, okay...? Y/N? Y/N!”

You don’t answer, heart falling to the pit of your stomach as the door slams open, Haru wasting no time in stalking in. He looks angrier then before, and there’s a bright red mark on his cheek as he steps towards you. “Be a good girl, Y/N, and give me the phone.”

He holds out his hand, and you eye it, not moving.

His patience is worn out thing.

In the next second he’s rushing towards you, grabbing you tightly by the wrist and yanking hard enough there’s a sharp pain in your wrist. The phone falls out of your hands, clattering to the ground, and you let out a scream as you’re all but tossed onto your bed, bouncing slightly from the force of it.

Haru doesn’t waste much time crawling onto of you, straddling your waist as he forces you down with his own weight. You struggle beneath you, kicking your legs wildly, but without a quirk, it’s useless. Haru is stronger then you, it’s why you never fought him before; in fear of what he’d do to you with his strength if you did. His quirk aided him in making sure you never disobeyed from him.

“I was willing to forgive you, let all slide, if you got down on your knees like a girl and made it up to me,” Haru sniffles, sliding you’re torn dress off of you with ease. You shiver as you’re left in nothing but your undergarments, letting out a cry, “but I think it’s about time I reminded you who you belong to.”

His hand closes around your throat, tightening, and you let out a choked gasp as you try to knock his hand off of you.

He only squeezes tighter.

“I’ll make sure you never leave me again.”

Black bleeds into your vision from the edges, and you almost think that’s it; that he’s so blinded by his anger he’s actually going to kill you. But just as you’re about to slip away, the pressure leaves your neck and suddenly all weight is gone from your body. 

You don’t even move at first, in fear of what he’ll do to you if you do.

Then, there’s gentle hands falling on your cheeks; “Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me? It’s me, it’s Shoto. You’re okay. You’re safe.”

Blinking, through slowly clearing vision you see Shoto’s familiar heterochromia eyes staring back down at you with such warmth and concern. Without a second of hesitation, the tears flood your vision and you curl into yourself, reaching out for him. “Shoto...”

He pulls you into his arms, wrapping the jacket he’d been wearing from your date around your shoulders, bringing you even more warmth as his familiar smell floods your sense. He gently lifts you into his arms, holding you tightly against him as he begins walking.

“Shoto,” you whisper, voice croaking, “where is... where is--”

“You don’t need to worry about him anymore,” Shoto’s grip tightens on you, “I’ll never let him touch you again.”

Gripping the front of his shirt tightly, you press your face into the crook of his next. “Thank you,” you whisper, still shaking in his grasp, but your heart has considerably calmed now that you know you’re in safe hands. Shoto would never hurt you, you know that.

“I’m sorry I didn’t walk you home,” he whispers, and you watch as his face twists, frustration overcoming him. “I should’ve made sure you were safe.”

You shake your head, “you saved me in the end,” you whisper, moving your hand to softly cup his cheek. “My hero...”

His eyes widen lightly at your words, eyes falling to your own as you smile softly up at him.

“I’ll be your hero always.”

[seiijohhh]

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[seiijohhh]

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unwanted affection

prompt: a special night, so easily ruined.

a/n: have i started watching mha? hell yeah. is bakugo my favourite? hell yeah. (kirishimas a close second tho) also warning, if you like somehow mineta (ew) this probably aint the imagine for you.

pairing: bakugo katsuki x f!reader please don't plagiarize my work!

You constantly felt his stare on your back.

Most of the girls, if not all, complained they felt the same.

He constantly had eyes on one of you, and recently, it seemed like you’d been the target of his, needless to say, unwanted affections. It didn’t help that he sat directly behind you in class, giving him the opportunity to be close to you for most hours of the day.

You swear sometimes he leaned so close in that you could feel his warm, disgusting breath fawn across the back of your neck; constantly sending shivers down your back. When you’re back in Heights Alliance, after a long day, he constantly tries to peek into your bedroom, and if he managed to get in (which he’d once), he proceeded to invite himself into opening all your drawers.

You figured he was looking for your underwear, maybe even take a pair or two for himself -- which was disgusting, but honestly wouldn’t be all that shocking for his character given his reputation. Honestly, he’d even gone as far as knocking over your things in class, just to get the small peek of your underwear under your skirt when you leant down to grab it.

Bakugo had caught on to the one pretty quick, and had promptly screamed in the boys face the second he finished picking up your pencil for you.

Mineta was quite frankly disgusting, at least in your humble opinion, and no matter how many times you’d told him you weren’t interested, that you were dating Bakugo or simply begged him to stop -- nothing deteriorated him from getting off on the sick pleasure he seemed to have when harassing you or any of the girls.

Bakugo was a hairs thread away from practically killing the boy himself, and for some unexplained reason you’ve managed to hold him back well enough.

But this, this was the absolute last straw.

-

You’re chatting with Mina and Momo, completely oblivious to the prying eyes upon the three of you as you all joyfully laugh. Bakugo’s sat a little ways away from you, Kirishima and Kaminari practically chatting his ear off next to him; and long ago he’d given up even trying to pretend to pay attention to their conversation in favour of watching you.

He’d loved doing it; simply because he liked knowing you were safe. It filled him with an odd sense of ease that only you could possibly provide, and he wasn’t selfish enough to keep you to himself all the time; thus he settled for watching you when you were with your friends. Some of the girls thought it was weird, but you didn’t.

You made it perfectly clear when every so often you’d catch his gaze, your cheeks would flush all prettily, and you wave shyly at him before turning your attention back to whatever you were doing.

Tonight was no different.

He plans on getting up soon, it was late and you both had class tomorrow (so did all of Class 1-A, but Bakugo couldn’t really care one way or another if they stayed up too late) and Bakugo hopes to try and convince you to spend the night in his dorm tonight. He’d been asking for a while, despite your consistent declines in fear of being caught, even though your classmates had assured you plenty of times that they’d never tattle.

But, he guessed, that was one of the things he loved about you.

You were such a rule-follower. The very opposite of him when his anger got in the way of rational thought.

With that thought in mind, Bakugo moves to a stand.

“Bakugo, man? Where are you going?” Kirishima asks the second he’s on his feet, all too keenly aware of his friends motions.

“None of your damn business,” Bakugo growls, and simply stalks off.

Kirishima just shrugs, easing when he sees him heading for you.

You perk up at the feeling of a shadow enveloping you.

“Are you heading to bed?” You ask gently, turning to Bakugo with a curious gaze and a soft smile.

He grunts, holding his hand for you; “we’re going to bed.”

Translated to; it’s late, I’m not taking no for an answer.

“Sorry Momo-chan, Mina-chan,” you smile at the two girls, slipping your hand into Bakugo’s ease, a teasing twinkle flickering in your eyes. “I’ve got to get the old man to bed before he gets too cranky.”

They burst out laughing, and Bakugo instantly growls, eyes narrowing as they hide their smiles behind their hands. Without another word, but maybe a soft giggle, you tug on his hand gently, pulling him along with you.

“Come on, ‘Suki,” you smile gently back at him.

He’s still pouting; “don’t think you can suck up to me by smiling all sweetly and shit.” He tilts his chin up at you, a sure fire way of getting your attention even if you know he’s not really upset or anything. Bakugo liked to play all cool and like he didn’t really walk around with his heart on his sleeve.

But you knew he craved attention more than anyone.

And you are more then happy to give it to him.

Pressing a finger to your chin, you tilt your head in feigned thought, Bakugo’s eyes slowly sliding over to your figure. “I wonder what I could do to make you forgive me?” Your voice is a light drawl as you speak, low with a slight whine that has Bakugo’s attention completely.

However, he’s struck frozen, warmth rising to his cheeks as you suddenly press yourself entirely against his side, lips falling next to his ear. “Maybe you could join me in my dorm tonight?” You whisper, voice soft but teasing enough that Bakugo can feel everything freeze within him in anticipation. “I’d even put on something special just for you.”

And just like that, the pout from Bakugo’s lips is completely vanished and there’s a bright, glowing smirk on his lips as you pull back, hand slipping from his own as you skip off with a light hum.

“I’ll meet you there in, hmm… say, twenty?”

You needn’t say more.

“I’ll be there in ten,” he growls lightly, voice gruff as he practically restrains himself from jumping on you then and there.

Giggling to yourself, you nod, and just before you turn the corner, you peek back at your boyfriend; “oh and Bakugo?”

“What?”

“Make sure no one sees you.”

-

The knock on your door is just over ten minutes later.

You were starting to worry Bakugo had ditched you, even if you knew that was extremely unlikely. Still, you couldn’t help the worry; sat on the edge of your bed, fingers gripping the edge of the lace slip of lingerie you’d put on, colour black for Bakugo specifically.

It wasn’t often you were so daring or so forward; Bakugo often instigated most intimate moments between the two of you and you were honestly a pretty private person when it came to everyone else. That’s probably why it took you so long to comply to Bakugo’s wishes and let him spend the night in your dorm.

It felt odd to so openly say yes to something so intimate in front of everyone and you didn’t want to get caught by a teacher or anyone really.

So the thought of him not showing up, hurt.

But all that eases when the knock on the door echoes, and you’re all too keen to call out to him; “the doors unlocked.” And honestly you’re too excited to even realize that the excited squeal that follows firstly doesn’t sound like Bakugo at all, and isn’t a sound he’d ever make.

So when Mineta’s familiar head peeks into the room, and promptly invites himself in without another word, you’re not only shocked but absolutely mortified.

“What the—!”

“I couldn’t help but overhear you earlier,” his eyes are practically glowing, a leering smirk curling onto his lips as he practically drools at the sight of you so vulnerable and revealed. “And I just couldn’t help but take a look myself.”

“Mineta!” You cry, mortified as you rush to cover yourself, pulling on a random throw blanket on your bed over yourself. “Get out!! What are you even doing here!”

“Hey!” He holds his hands up, all smug; “you invited me in.”

“I thought you were Bakugo,” you screech, moving to a stand and taking a step towards him. “Now seriously, leave. What the hell is wrong—!”

You’re interrupted by your own gasp as the blanket in your hands is tugged by him, ripped from your hands and once again leaving you bare for his eyes to see plainly. The slip covers your intimates, but it’s short and certainly not meant for anyone else’s eyes but Bakugo’s with the way it hugs you, the way the lace stops just short of revealing your entire breasts. The thin straps and the silk material of it has you feeling even more exposed as you hug yourself, cheeks reddening madly.

And you want to punch him, kick him, something, but there’s nothing else on besides the slip and you’re too scared to move less he gets a glimpse of anything else.

“Mineta, please, leave,” you resort to begging, hoping some part of him has a heart or a shred of decency. “Im not comfortable—.”

“I just want a peek,” he slurs, practically foaming at the mouth. “Maybe even a touch—!”

He never gets to finishes his sentence before there’s a flash of light and Mineta is suddenly pinned to the ground, a much larger figure holding him in place.

Your eyes widen when you realize it’s; “Bakugo!”

His eyes turn to you, properly taking in what you’re wearing, and his chest pangs painfully when you realize you’d been all dressed up, waiting for him and this disgusting perfect ruined it because he couldn’t resist his own disgusting urges.

Bakugo’s shaking, voice a low growl as Mineta whimpers in response.

“I’ve had it with the way you treat the girls, but specifically Y/N,” he hisses, and you watch as his knuckles turn white with how tightly he’s gripping Mineta, pressing him into the floor. “I’ve held myself from breaking your face every time you stare at her, stopped myself from beating you half to death every time you tried to peek under her skirt, but this, this is the last straw.”

“Please!” Mineta cries, “I won’t anymore, I—!”

“Bakugo!” A new voice cries, and you gasp when you see Kirishima and Kaminari turn the corner, probably the only two still awake since you were the unlucky odd number that had the floor to yourself in the girls section. “Oh, Y/N—!”

Instantly you cover yourself, cowering back, as both boys move to cover their eyes.

“This fucking perve snuck into Y/N’s room when-when—,” Bakugo struggles fo finish his words, seeing you and how scared and embarrassed you looked, his chest aches. “She’d been waiting for me and this fucker tried to lay his hands on her.”

“Kirishima! Kaminari!” Mineta cries, “help!”

Kirishima’s face fell and anger flooded his gaze, and he almost listened the urge to just let Bakugo do what he wanted. But then he saw you, saw how scared you looked, how vulnerable but how your eyes wouldn’t leave Bakugo’s.

You were shaking and only one person could console you.

Keeping his eyes from your vulnerable state respectfully, Kirishima set a hand in Bakugo’s shoulder. “Calm down, man.”

“Kirishima,” Bakugo growled, and Kirishima could tell how serious he was by the use of his real name and not the nickname he’d dubbed him as. “If you tell me he doesn’t deserve—!”

“He does!” Kirishima quickly cuts in, but then leans in, lowering his voice; “but Y/N needs you, man. Look at her,” Bakugo’s eyes flicker to you, meeting your gaze.

Suddenly his grip on Mineta eases, and he moves to stand.

Kirishima catches Mineta before he can run off; “I think it’s about time we talk to Aizawa-sensei about your complete lack of regard for the girls privacy,” Kirishima grins brightly down at Mineta who looks terrified beyond belief.

When it’s just the two of you, Bakugo hesitates.

“I-I—“

“I’m sorry,” you finally speak, voice breaking out in a sob as your head falls to your hands. Bakugo blinks, stunned — what could you possibly be sorry about? “I wanted tonight to be special and I ruined—!”

Bakugo doesn’t let you finish. He’s not good at comforting nor has he ever been good at expressing his emotions, but his arms wrap around you tightly, with ease. He envelops you with his whole body, and you sink into how warm he feels.

“It’s not your fault,” Bakugo whispers, “it’s that fucking perverts fault and I’m sorry I-I wasn’t there.”

Clinging onto the back of his hoody, you sniffle; “it’s not your fault.”

Leaning back, Bakugo sets a hand on the back of your head; “we don’t have to do anything, but I still really wanna spend the night with you.”

Letting out a light laugh, one that mixes with a sniffle, you nod; “can I sleep in your hoody?”

“Fucking of course you can.”

[seiijohhh]

hi !!!! i was wondering if i could be added to the tag list for “the slow demise”? :D

also do you only watch anime’s or have you caught up on the manga for jjk (and other anime you have watched)?

and i saw that demon slayer is next on your anime list and let me just say it’s so good!! honestly it’s tied for my favorite anime (with banana fish) so i hope you enjoy it as well!

Of course!! I can add you to the tag list now :) I meant to have the next part up way sooner, but life has kind of just gotten crazy!!

And I read both the manga and watch the anime!! I just recently finally caught up on the jjk manga and OOO GIRL LET ME TELL YOU — I sobbed 😅🥲

Also yes!! I just finished Demon Slayer and loved it, am now watching My Hero Academia and Banana Fish is also on my list of anime’s to watch 😊

[seiijohhh]

the slow demise masterlist

season one:

ryomen sukuna / for myself

girl of steel

curse womb must die I

curse womb must die II

[seiijohhh]

the slow demise [3/?]

summary: He’d found you coated in blood, surrounded by death, and decided then and there, you were perfect. pairing: megumi fushiguro x f!gojo!reader a/n: this has been reposted from my original account @justauthoring​ - so, if you recognize it, that’s why. im also tagging those who originally requested to be tagged in it, so they know where to find future parts. tags: @thatprofessionalfangirl - @sugarandsoft - @honeyy-honeyy-sweets - @strawberryflavoredjeans - @flowersbloominthedark - @juliajempire​ - @princess-bumblebee - @sageandberries-png - @yue-caelum - @a–nonymousse - @aryksworld - @godsentkita​ - @kat-su-ki​

part one - part two - part three - part four

“Our window verified the curse womb three hours ago. Once ninety percent were successfully evacuated, they made the call to seal off the center. Citizens within a five-hundred-meter radius have been evacuated, as well.”

Pursing your lips, you glance up ahead of yourself, at the juvenile detention center you would be, without a doubt, entering in no more then a few minutes. With a quick glance at your partners, you truly wonder how the hell the four of you are going to manage to pull this off.

This wasn’t to say you were weak, more importantly that they were either. But, everything about this entire area felt all too wrong.

Nothing good was going to come from any of this.

“Ijichi-san, question.” It’s Yuji who calls for it, a curious look in his eyes as he raises his hand as if asking a question in class. “What’s a ‘window’ here?”

“A window is a member of Jujutsu High who can see curses. They aren’t sorcerers, though.”

“Oh,” Yuji mumbles, “okay.”

“Let’s continue,” Ijichi says plainly, “Detainee Block two. At present, five detainees remain there with the curse womb. If this curse womb is the type that metamorphoses, we predict it will become a special-grade cursed spirit.”

Lips parting, your heart sinks.

That bad feeling doubled in weight on your chest.

“Hey, so…” Yuji speaks up, ever so mindless of the tension that had just thickened. “I still don’t really understand what ‘special-grade’ means.”

Letting out a sigh, you press a hand to your forehead.

“Then, allow me to explain it so even idiots can understand.” You stifle a laugh at Ijichi’s phrasing, not failing to notice the look on Yuji’s face. Nevertheless, you figured you can always count on him to lighten spirits. “First, there’s grade four. A wooden bat is enough for them. Grade three. If you have a handgun, you can rest easy. Grade two, it’ll be a close call with a shotgun. Grade one. Even a tank may be insufficient.

“Then, there’s special-grade. Let’s say you might be on even footing if you carpet bomb it with cluster bombs.”

“That’s real bad,” Yuji exclaims, wide eyed.

Yeah, hence your bad feeling.

“Normally a jujutsu sorcerer on par with the cursed spirit would take on the mission. One a day like today, that would be Gojo-sensei.”

“I-I see. So, where is Gojo-sensei?”

And Yuji turns, glancing around as if the man himself will appear in thin year.

Actually, when you think about it more, that’s very likely.

“Away on business,” you shrug, crossing your arms over your chest. And at the look Yuji sends you, you elaborate. “He’s not someone who should be loafing around at the school in the first place.” Then, you pause, “and he wouldn’t tell me where he was going, either.”

“Unfortunately,” Ijichi speaks, pulling the attention back on him. “We’re constantly short-staffed in this business. You’ll often have to undertake missions beyond your power.” Then, pushing up his glasses, his voice deepens. “The current case, however, is an abnormal one, and most urgent. Do not fight under any circumstances. If you encounter a special-grade, your options are to either run or die.”

Meeting Megumi’s gaze, you inhale sharply.

“Please just listen to your fears. Do not forget that your mission here is strictly the verification and rescue of survivors–”

“Excuse me! Excuse me, where’s Tadashi?!”

Turning your head over your shoulder, you stiffen at the sight of what can only be a mother, clearly calling out desperately for her child.

“Stop! Stay back! Please stay back!”

“Is Tadashi… Is my son Tadashi all right?!”

The look in her eyes, the absolute desperation and plea reminds you of then, and your heart sinks, body stiffening. It feels like all your muscles are freezing in place, and her cries are making it worst – but your heart aches in pity for the woman nonetheless.

Ijichi steps in front of the four of you, muttering over his shoulder; “she was a guardian visiting.” Before focusing his attention ahead once more. “Please step away. There’s a possibility that someone has spread poisonous gas throughout the center. We cannot share any more details at this time.”

“No…” She sobs, voice wavering, before she collapses to her knees, “why? Why is this happening?”

“Fushiguro,” blinking at the sound of Yuji’s voice, oddly low with determination, you glance over at him. “Kugisaki, Y/N. We’re going to save them!”

Without missing a beat, Nobara agrees, “of course we are.”

Megumi nods, and then, Yuji turns to you, determination set in his gaze.

“Well,” you swallow thickly, before tilting your head. “Naturally.”

-

“Be careful. I’ll put up my Veil,” Ijichi calls, while the four of you head on. “Emerge from darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure.”

When you notice it becoming darker, your eyes shift to the right, watching as the veil spreads across what seems like the sky; basking everything entirely in darkness.

“Huh?” Yuji pauses, rushing over to the edge to look up, “it’s becoming night!”

“It’s Veil,” Fushiguro explains, dull-toned as always. “There’s a residential area nearby, so this barrier conceals us from the outside world.”

Yuji, as impressed and fascinated as always, exclaims brightly; “that’s incredible!”

“Ignorant,” Nobara huffs.

Stepping in front of you, Fushiguro reaches his hands out, making the necessary movements and signs before calling out; “demon dogs!” And within seconds, appearing from nothing, his white Demon Dog howls into the silence, as you glance down at it with a bright smile. “He’ll let us know if the curse gets close.”

While Fuhsiguro finishes his sentence, the shikigami turns to you, familiar with you already as you reach your hand out, letting it lick it. “Hello,” you whisper softly, eyes crinkling with fondness as he stares up at you.

“Oh,” Yuji calls, pulling your attention on him as he steps towards you and the shikigami. “I see!” Using his hands to ruffle the fur on the sides of the dogs hand, Yuji sings with a light voice; “good boy, good boy! We’re counting on you, okay?”

Standing straight once more, you meet Fushiguro’s gaze; “we should get going.”

No one wastes time listening to you and Fushiguro and Yuji step in front of you and Nobara, the shikigami nestled between the four of you, as the two boys slowly push open the doors to Detainee Block Two. Instantly you feel that bad feeling from before wash over your entire being once more, and your muscles tense in anticipation at what awaits you.

“Let’s go.”

Following Fushiguro’s lead, the four of you pick up the pace in your step, making it a few steps before Fushiguro halts to a sudden stop, his arm coming out to stop you, and coincidentally Yuji and Nobara as well. “Wait!” He calls, voice firm, and at first, you’re confused. Before you get a good look at just what Fushiguro saw, and the state the entire buildings in.

It’s not coherent. None of it makes sense. Pillars and walls blending into one another, there’s no direct path, no coherent sense of where to go or how you’re supposed to figure out where to go.

“What is this?”

“Wh-What’s going on in here?” Yuji stammers, “this is a two-story dorm, isn’t it?”

“C-C-Calm down!” Nobara calls, but her voice is anything but, stepping back a few steps in reaction. “It’s a maisonette.”

Meeting Fushiguro’s gaze, you know he’s noticed the same thing as you if the look in his eyes is anything. It’s the deployment of an Innate Domain due to cursed energy, and with a sudden start, you glance over your shoulder, heart seemingly falling to the pit of your stomach when you realize your fear had been right.

“The door,” you whisper, catching the attention of your fellow classmates. “The door is gone.”

“How!” Nobara cries, “we just came in through here, didn’t we?!”

Meeting her gaze, Yuji nods, just as panicked.

“What do we do? Ah, what do we do about this?”

Letting out a sigh, you shake your head. It’s clear those two don’t realize just how serious this situation is – or rather, how dangerous it is. This Innate Domain is bigger then one you’ve ever seen before, and you know Fushiguro feels the same.

“It’ll be fine,” Fushiguro calls, and you know he’s calling it out to everyone, but you can’t help but notice the way his eyes are focused on you solely. “The dog remembers the scent of the entrance.”

“Oh, my!” Yuji and Nobara call out together, ecstatic just as Yuji falls to cuddle the dog and Nobara calls out; “good boy! Have some jerky Have as much jerky as you want!”

Turning to Fushiguro, you step towards him, lowering your voice. “We need to hurry,” and at the look you send him, his eyes widen at the fear behind your gaze.

His lips part to reply before he’s interrupt but Nobara and Yuji squealing in delight and you can practically see the bomb go off; “you guys are way too calm!”

“You really are dependable, Fushiguro,” Yuji grins brightly, turning to the two of you. “Thanks to you, we’ll be able to rescue people and save ourselves, too.”

And even if Fushiguro doesn’t say anything, you can see the faint blush on his cheeks nonetheless.

“Let’s get moving,” you call, stepping forward.

The four of you plus Fushiguro’s shikigami wander for a while, taking care to be extra cautious of your whereabouts. You don’t miss the way Fushiguro keeps glancing at you once in a while, clearly picking up on your worry, but you can’t help it. This entire situation feels like a bomb, ready to set off in any minute, and you’re scared – beyond so. No matter how much they’d probably like to think they are, your classmates and yourself are no match for a special-grade curse.

You nearly walk into Fushiguro as he comes to a halted stop, pressing your hands against him softly as you turn to ask him what’s wrong. But there’s no need to, as Yuji and Nobara fall next to you, because your eyes easily pick up the small pile of bodies completely adjacent to you. And you notice the faint smell, and the way the bodies are all but mangled, two of them definitely beyond recognition.

“Atrocious.”

You can’t step forward. Can’t get any closer. Your entire body has seized at the sight, and instantly you see a flash of your younger self, surrounded by blood and bodies, the bodies of your family, and it’s all too much. Far too much. It makes you feel sick, it makes you feel scared – beyond so. You’re terrified at the sight before you, and not just because it’s horrifying, but because of what it reminisces.

This is too much.

You shouldn’t have come back. You shouldn’t have let Gojo and Fushiguro convince you to come back.

This is why. The bodies, the pile of innocents dying constantly rising that had started when you were just a child.

It’s unfair. Why is this happening to you?

Why couldn’t you have just lived a normal life?

“That’s… three people, right?”

It doesn’t even look like three people. Three mangled into one. What fate had they suffered? How much pain had they endured? Only to be left like this?

Taking a step back, a shuddering breath that only Nobara hears, her attention falling on you in concern as she notices the paleness of your skin, the fear in your eyes that far exceeds the rest of them, and the way you look as if you’ve lost any and all coherent thought.

“Let’s take this body back.”

Eyes flickering from you to Yuji, tensed, Nobara shakes her head; “huh?”

“It’s that woman’s son,” Yuji explains.

“But…”

“His face isn’t too badly mangled–”

They’d been mangled… all of them…

Oh God, had they been–

You stand there. Blood on your hands, on your dress, on your face, everywhere… it’s as if the blood surrounds you, swallows you whole and you feel as if you’re drowning underneath the thickness of it all…

and it’s your mothers face that stares up at you. The only thing left of her body recognizable. The only thing that even looks human anymore. The rest of her body mangled and bloodied, pulled and torn, and it’s no sight for such a young a girl to witness.

Let alone be the cause of.

And its your mothers dead, lifeless eyes that are staring up at your own.

You can still hear her voice, the way she’d begged, and then cried, and then screamed in pain as she was torn apart by those… those things.

“No,” you cry, barely audible, pressing your hands to your face as you shake your head rapidly. “No. No, no, no, no–”

“Y/N?” Nobara’s voice cuts in, and you’re sure it’s her hand that falls on your shoulder, but you don’t look up. You’re too scared. “Y/N, hey, look at me. What’s wrong–”

“–I didn’t say to come back for it! I said to leave it behind! I have no intention of risking my own life to save someone I had no intention of saving in the first place!”

It’s Fushiguro, you know it is, and you’ve never heard him sound so angry. But you can’t do anything about it, can’t try to help, it’s all too much – too much for you.

Nobara has stepped towards you, two hands on your shoulders as she tries to coax you out of whatever it is that’s wrong. But it’s useless. You’re not thinking rationally.

“No intention of saving? What do you mean?!”

“This is a juvenile detention center,” Fushiguro explains. “Jujutsu Sorcerers are granted access to all information about the scene beforehand. This Okazaki Tadashi hit a little girl on her way home from school while driving without a licenses. It was his second offense of driving without a license. I know you’re stuck on saving lots of people and guiding them to proper deaths. But what are you going to do when someone you saved kills someone else in the future?”

“Y/N?” Nobara mumbles, and you shake your head. She huffs, not sure what to do, her eyes flickering from you and back to Yuji and Fushiguro who both have a tight grip on the others collar.

“Then why did you bother saving me?!”

Nobara’s hands leave yours and her footsteps follow, with shaky hands, you glance up, finally, watching as she stomps towards the two boys. Your eyes widen, finding a bit of yourself once again, when you realize the death grip they have on one another, the anger in both of their eyes. You’re finally matching the sight to their previous words, understanding the severity of what was currently happening.

“Cut it out!” She calls, pointing a finger at the two of them, “Christ, what are you two doing?! You both are idiots! This isn’t the time, and Y/N is–”

But she never finishes her sentence, and your eyes widen when she’s all but swallowed by the ground beneath her.

“Nobara?” You whisper, stunned at first, before your eyes widen and you rush forward to the spot where she’d disappeared, but there’s nothing there. “Nobara!” You scream, panic flooding your entire being as you turn to look at Yuji and Fushiguro. The latter meets your gaze, before noticing something behind you, and you follow his line of vision, heart sinking to the pit of your stomach when you see his Demon Dog mangled in the middle of the wall, blood pooling around his head, which is the only thing seeable.

“Y/N, get up! Itadori! We’re running!”

You’ve never seen Fushiguro so scared.

“We’ll searching for Kugisaki la–”

He’s stunned silent as an overwhelming, crushing feeling of fear floods all of your bodies. You, still crouched on the ground before them, glance up with wide eyes at the sight of a curse stood directly behind the both of them. It glares mockingly down at you, and the feeling of curse energy from it is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

It’s strong. Incredibly so.

And it scares the three of you so much that none of you move.

But then, Yuji does, and a scream leaves from his lips as he pulls out the curse tool Gojo had given him a few weeks back, and swipes it at the curse. There’s a flash of red, and the sound of skin slicing, before the cursed tool falls to the ground with a clutter, and you realize that Yuji’s hand is still attached to it.

He’d lost his hand.

The cursed spirit had so easily sliced it right off.

“Itadori…?”

He pauses, staring at his arm, the blood that splurts from where his hand would’ve been, and your nails dig into the palm of your hand at the sight.

“I can’t escape after it’s gotten this close!” Yuji hisses, pulling the satchel for his cursed tool off his hips to wrap around his arm and slow down the bleeding somewhat.

Your eyes widen at the sight and his words.

Nails digging into the palm of your head, you stare at the ground beneath you, where Nobara had disappeared, remembering how you’d been useless to even try and help her. You’d been so focused on yourself, selfishly ignoring everything else around you because you were weak.

You’re not going to let Yuji and Fushiguro die.

Come on, Y/N. Get up. Get up. Get up!

Your promise. Remember your promise.

Nobody else dies!

“Yuji, Fushiguro!” You call, voice booming, as the curse cheers in front of them, clearly toying with you all. The two boys turn to look at you, and by the look on Fushiguro’s face, you figure he already knows.

“I can hold it!”

Yuji’s eyes widen, and instantly Fushiguro moves to call; “wait, Y/N, no–!”

But you’re already on your feet, racing forward, you make the necessary hand sighs, “Cursed Technique; Domination: The Imprisonment Of One!” You reach the curse and avoid it’s eyes, hating the way it looks at you, your hand reaches forward, and with your pointer finger and middle finger, you slide your hand across it’s stomach, glaring up at it. “You’re mine!”

It freezes, no longer flaring, but almost instantly a scream tears it’s way through your throat. It’s strong, extremely, and you already knew that but it feels like your insides are burning just trying to hold it in place. It’s fighting you, desperately so, and so much so that you collapse your knees in front of it, screaming out in agony.

“Y/N!”

“Y/L/N!”

It’s Yuji and Fushiguro, but you’re too weak to look at them, throat burning as you let out a cough. Your eyes widen when blood comes out.

“Y/N, stop, you know that that will kill–”

“I can hold it!” You scream, interrupting Fushiguro, your head turning over your shoulder sharply, meeting his eyes. “So go!”

And he pauses, eyes widening; “what–?”

“We’re not leaving you!” Yuji calls out, Fushiguro blinking at him as he all but took the words right out of his mouth.

“Hey Sukuna,” Yuji calls, and your eyes widen, before you twist in pain, limbs feeling weak and insides burning as the curse continues to struggle. “If I die, you die too, right? If you don’t want that, then help me out!”

“Nope!” Sukuna laughs, a mouth appearing on the side of Yuji’s face. “Even if the parts of me inside you die, there are eighteen other fragments of my soul. Still, irritatingly enough, I don’t have control of this body. If you want to switch, go ahead and switch. But once you do, I’ll kill that brat before the cursed spirit can! Then I’ll finish off her,” and it’s no doubt he speaks of you. “She’ll be easy and fun to toy with, I’ll enjoy watching her suffer. And finally I’ll go for that woman! She’s a lively one. I’ll have fun with her.”

“I’m not going to let you do that,” Yuji growls.

Letting out another cough, there’s more blood, and the pain grows. One look up, and you know that the cursed spirit is about to break free. You can’t hold it for much longer, you’re already struggling to withhold the little bit of control you have. It feels like everything is on fire, but this is what you can do.

And only you can do it.

“Please,” you cry, turning to Fushiguro, “go… while you still can.”

His eyes focus on yours, panicked; “stop, Y/N! It’s going to kill you!”

“I bet,” Sukuna cuts in, “but if you’re too focused on me, your friends are gonna die.”

Just then, the cursed spirit breaks free. A gurgled cry leaves your lips, and your body flies back, past Yuji and Fushiguro, who tries to catch you but fails, before slamming into the wall opposite where you’d been. You slide down, a crate now in the wall from how hard the curse had thrown you. Your breath leaves you for a moment, struggling to gather a breath, before it feels like your vision clears and the pain overtakes all else.

A whimper leaves your lips as you slump, blood pooling from your lips.

“Y/N!”

“Fushiguro!” But he’s not listening, wide, terrified eyes on your own limp body. His mind is running a mile per minute, and he’s afraid that you’re dead, dying, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it. His body is frozen stiff.

”Fushiguro! Fushiguro!”

Hearing Yuji’s voice, Fushiguro slowly turns to him, wide-eyed.

“Take Y/N, find Kugisaki and get out of here!”

Faintly hearing Yuji’s voice, you use what little strength you have to turn, heart falling to the pit of your stomach. “No…”

“I’ll keep this one busy until you three are out. As soon as you’re out, give me some kind of signal.”

“No, Yuji,” you call, voice broken, “we–”

“It’ll be okay, Y/L.N,” he smiles back at you, though it doesn’t reach his eyes and you know he’s doing it to placate you. He’s already made up his mind. He turns back to Fushiguro. “Once you do, I’ll switch with Sukuna!”

“You know you can’t do that!” Fushiguro yells, “not with only one arm against a special-grade!”

“Look closer,” Yuji growls, and Fushiguro turns to the cursed spirit. “It’s having fun. It’s obviously toying with us. I can at least buy us some time.”

“No!”

“Fushiguro!” Yuji yells, before his face softens, turning to him. “Please.”

There’s a moment of pause.

You shake your head. If they wouldn’t leave you, there’s no way you’re leaving Yuji. He’ll die. He’s even less experienced than you, and Sukuna isn’t trust worthy.

Fushiguro won’t leave Yuji. You can’t leave Yuji.

He can’t possibly–

But then suddenly Fushiguro is turning to you, pulling you safely into his arms, glancing back at Yuji one last time, before racing ahead. You’re stunned silent for a second, not truly believing what’s happening, before you use what little strength you have to thrash in Fushiguro’s arms.

You can’t believe it… There’s no way.

It’s useless, you’re injured, he isn’t and he’s holding onto you so tight as if he’s afraid you’ll slip from his grasp.

“YUJI!” You cry, glancing back over Fushiguro’s shoulder, “wait, Yuji! No!” You turn to Fushiguro, glancing up at him, pushing at the grip he holds on you. “We can’t leave Yuji! Megumi, we can’t–”

“We have to go, Y/N!”

His yell surprises you, having never yelled at you before, making you fall silent as he continues to run with you tightly held in his grasp. He ends up jumping off a ledge with how the building has been moved, calling for Nue to help soften the landing. Fushiguro makes sure to take the brunt of the fall, cradling you in his arms, and at the one second of pause he takes, you push out of his arms.

“Y/N–”

“What the hell, Megumi!” You all but scream, voice raw, blood staining your lips, “we have to go back! He’ll–”

“He won’t die,” Fushiguro cuts in, voice oddly calm. “I know he’ll come back safe.”

And he sounds so sure of himself that you don’t know what to say.

A moment of pause echoes, before you whisper; “you wouldn’t leave me and run, even when I begged you.”

“I’d never leave you.”

And it’s such an honest answer, no hesitation and no doubt. Your eyes widen in response, lips parting. Fushiguro’s gaze is soft but scared as he looks at you and adds, “not you.”

Lips left parted, you slowly push yourself to a stand, ignoring the way your body screams at you in response. It takes you a moment to find your balance, to ignore the pain, before you glance down at Fushiguro, nodding. “Let’s find Kugisaki,” you whisper, sounding more defeated then anything. “It won’t mean anything for Yuji if we can’t find her.”

If Fushiguro trusts that Yuji will be okay, then you’ll just have to trust him.

Nodding, Fushiguro stands himself, “can you run?”

You nod, wordless as he calls for his other Demon Dog, stuck in your thoughts.

You’ve known Fushiguro for a long time, and you’ve always known he’s cared about you. You care for him too of course. The two of you are close, extremely so, and he’s always been considerate of you.

You just never knew he cared that much. In that way.

It… warms your heart.

-

Brushing back Nobara’s hair from her face, your touch is gentle as you glance down at her. Even if you hadn’t been in the right mind at the time, you were aware of how she’d tried to help you back then, been concerned for you, and had even yelled at the boys for you so they could help too.

You appreciated it, more then she’d ever know.

You didn’t have a lot of friends, but you considered her one of your closest even if you’d only known her for a short amount of time.

“Take care,” you whisper, pulling back and gently shutting the back door just as Fushiguro finishes speaking with Ijichi. You watch the car drive off, an echo of silence following as you and Fushiguro stand there. Your heart is heavy, knowing that Yuji is still in there somewhere, all by himself.

You hope he’s okay.

“You should’ve gone with them,” Fushiguro cuts in through the silence. “You’re injured too.” Then he pauses, noticing the way you’re stood at an odd angle, and you’re still coughing, voice raspy. “Badly too.”

You turn to him, “I’m not leaving you.” You whisper, and you hope it’s enough to tell him you feel the same too.

And at the look that passes over his face, you look back ahead.

“And I need to know if Yuji’s okay.”

[seiijohhh]

the slow demise [2/?]

summary: He’d found you coated in blood, surrounded by death, and decided then and there, you were perfect. pairing: megumi fushiguro x f!gojo!reader a/n: this has been reposted from my original account @justauthoring - so, if you recognize it, that’s why. im also tagging those who originally requested to be tagged in it, so they know where to find future parts. tags: @thatprofessionalfangirl - @sugarandsoft - @honeyy-honeyy-sweets - @strawberryflavoredjeans - @flowersbloominthedark - @juliajempire​ - @princess-bumblebee - @sageandberries-png - @yue-caelum - @a–nonymousse - @aryksworld - @godsentkita​ - @kat-su-ki

part one - part two - part three - part four

“How is there only four first years? Isn’t that too few?”

“Well, have you ever met anyone who can see curses before?”

Pausing in thought, the tip of Itadori’s popsicle remains in his mouth, before he tips it towards Fushiguro; “nope.”

“That just proves how small a minority jujutsu sorcerers are.”

Leaning against the railing beside Itadori, you glance away from him and Megumi, taking a moment to gather your surroundings. Gojo has left waiting here for quite a while, and honestly, you were getting bored.

“Also,” Itadori speaks up, pulling your attention back on him. “Didn’t you say I was the fourth?”

“Their entry was decided a while ago.” Fushiguro explains, nonchalant as ever, “you know what our school is like. Everyone has unique circumstances.”

Leaning towards Itadori with a mischievous grin, you hold your hand up to give the impression of telling a secret but don’t bother to lower your voice. “They were trying to find a replacement for me,” you grin, bright eyed at the dull look Fushiguro sends you.

“You were the one who said you’d never been apart of our school in the first place,” he quirks a brow, “how could we replace you, then?”

Blinking at his quip, you’re mainly surprised he’s able to come up with one.

“Moo,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. “No fun.”

“Sorry for the wait.”

Blinking at the new voice, your straighten out at the sight of Gojo waving at the three of you. He makes his way steadily over, before pausing, head tilting in curiosity, lips parting; “oh? Your uniforms made it in time, I see.” Then, his eyes drift to you, meeting your gaze. “Though, I’ve had yours waiting in my closet for a while.”

Glancing down at your uniform, you pull at the jacket, eyeing it curiously. The outfit was the same colour as Gojo’s and Fushiguro’s, as expected, a deep, dark purple. Yours was slightly different then your male counterparts however, and you’d found a pair of tight fitting dress pants, a white button up, and a cropped jacket with a high collar at your door this morning.

“Yeah,” Itadori grins, sending him a thumbs up. “It’s a perfect fit. Though it’s slightly different from Fushiguro’s,” he pulls at the material, “it has a hood, for one.”

“That’s because the uniforms can be customized upon request.”

“Huh? But I never put in any requests.”

With a sigh, you cross your arms over your chest, nudging Itadori lightly; “that’s because he did.” And when he turns to look at you, you shrug. “I didn’t put in a request for mine either. Though, I’m pleasantly surprised that mine came with pants.”

Utterly and entirely too proud of himself, Gojo grins at you brightly, sending you a thumbs up; “I thought you’d appreciate not having a skirt.”

And honestly, you can’t argue with that.

“Whatever, I guess,” Itadori shrugs.

“Be careful,” Fushiguro calls out, “Gojo-sensei has a tendency to do things like that.”

“More importantly,” you speak up, raising your head as you poke your head out. “Why are we meeting up in Harajuku?” Just as you finish speaking, Itadori moves to a stand beside you, pulling your eyes on him briefly before blinking back over at Gojo.

“Because it’s what she asked for.”

“Hey!” Jumping at the sudden pike of excitement in Itadori’s voice, you turn to him as he grins excitedly at you. “Popcorn! I want some!” Without any real warning, he grabs you by the wrist, grip gentle but firm, and pulls you along, whilst you stutter in surprise.

“H-Hey! I never said I wanted some–!”

–

“Um… P-Pardon me?”

It takes you half a second to realize that the older man stood in front of you, is talking to you. His lips are curved into a hopeful, somewhat hesitant smile, eyes crinkling at the corners as he regards you. “Are you on the clock right now?”

Your lips part, surprised flooding your features. You take a glance back at Itadori, Fushiguro and embarrassingly enough, Gojo, stood a little ways back from you as they watch on with varying expressions of interests. Itadori just looks curious, maybe even a little lost (and honestly, it’s a little endearing), Fushiguro seems rather annoyed and Gojo? Well, you have no idea.

Despite knowing the man for so many years now, you still can’t really gauge what half of his mischievous looks are about.

“Uh, no, I’m not,” you answer, turning back to the man, before raising your hand with a soft shake of your head. “But I’m not–”

“You see,” he cuts in, plainly ignoring what you’d had to say. So much for being hesitant. “I’m looking for potential models.” You take a quick glance at yourself – what about you currently screams model right now? “This is who I am,” he continues, thrusting a card in your face. “Would you be interested?”

You miss the pair of keen and careful eyes that watch you.

“Sorry,” you bow gently, feeling suddenly incredibly uncomfortable. “I’m not really interested–”

“Oh! Just hear me out–!”

“Hey, you.”

A new voice calls, and your eyes land on a hand that’s latched itself to the man’s shoulders before glancing upwards. You’re surprised to see a girl, your age, in a similar school uniform to your own, instead hers consists of a pencil skirt.

The man turns to her with a startle.

“What about me?”

You blink at her boldness, unable to stop the grin that grows on your face.

“For the modeling gig, dug,” she continues, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m asking what you think about me.”

“Oh, um! I’m in a hurry at the moment!” He offers a small smile, a nod your way, before moving to walk off.

She doesn’t let him off that easily.

Tugging him back by the collar of his jacket, she growls; “don’t run from me! Come out and say it!”

“Please, I’m sorry!”

“Um,” stepping forward, you try to placate the girl in letting the man go, offering a nervous smile. “Maybe you should–”

“Hey!”

Sighing in relief at Gojo’s voice, you move to rush over to him and the boys, falling next to Itadori, and spinning to face the girl with a grin.

-

“Okay, once again.”

Gojo gestures to the new student, and with ease, she moves to introduce herself. “Kugisaki Nobara,” she introduces herself, hand on her hip. “Be happy, boys. There’s now two girls in your group.”

Head tilting, you let out a laugh at the expressions on Itadori’s and Fushiguro’s faces.

A moment of silence passes, Nobara simply just stares at the three of you, though you notice her eyes are solely on Itadori and Fushiguro.

“I’m Itadori Yuji,” Itadori grins, leaning forward as he gestures to himself. “I’m from Sendai.”

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

She stares. Then, huffing: “I always get stuck with unfortunate circumstances.”

“She took one look and sighed,” Itadori deadpans.

“Well,” moving so you’re slightly in front of Itadori, you grin brightly at Nobara. You don’t have many friends, and even less of them are female, so you’re hoping that she won’t have the same reaction towards you. Especially with what happened earlier. “I’m Y/N Gojo, yes, as in Gojo-sensei,” you thumb at Gojo, “but we’re not related by blood, I only took his name–”

“–Hey, how come you didn’t tell me that right away!”

Sticking your hand out, you meet her eyes; “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She stares, and you feel your chest tighten in worry. But then, her eyes are brightening and the brightest (and maybe only) smile you’ve seen on the girl since meeting her curls onto her lips as she eagerly takes your hand. “I’m relieved to not be the only girl!”

And it’s like a weight of your shoulder.

“Hey!” Itadori calls, pouting, “how come you don’t like me!”

“Are we going somewhere?” Fushiguro cuts in, clearly tired of the conversation.

Gojo lets out a mischievous laugh; “we do have all four of you together.” He nods to himself. “Not to mention, two of you are from the countryside. So, of course we’re going on a tour of Tokyo!”

Almost immediately, as if on cue, Nobara, Itadori and Gojo all jump together, bright grins and sparkling eyes as they chant; “Tokyo! Tokyo! Tokyo!” Before, Nobara and Itadori move to stand beside each other, hands clasped with sparkling delight. “We love Tokyo.”

Shoving your hands into your pockets, you watch on with a tilt of your head.

“TDL!” Nobara cries, Itadori latching onto Gojo; “I want to go to TDL!”

“Idiot!” Itadori turns to her, “TDL’s in Chiba! Let’s go to Chinatown, Sensei!”

“Chinatown’s in Yokohama!”

“Yokohama’s part of Tokyo! Don’t you know that? Look at a map!”

Nudging Fushiguro lightly, you turn to whisper to him; “he’s not taking them on a tour, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Fushiguro nods, watching the two with disdain on his face. “Without a doubt.”

“I will now announce our destination,” Gojo calls, silencing Itadori and Nobara almost instantly.

“Roppongi!”

Turning to each other, you swear you actually see stars in their eyes; “Roppongi?!”

“I almost feel bad,” you mumble, unable to tear your eyes away.

“Don’t,” Fushiguro mumbles, “they’re idiots.”

-

Staring you at the building that looks quite frankly haunted, you bite your lips.

“There’s a curse here.”

“You liar!”

“You were toying with us country folk!”

With an everlasting grin on his face, Gojo adds; “there’s a bit cemetery nearby. The double whammy of that and an abandoned building brought out a curse.”

With a pat on the back of sympathy for Nobara, who continues to grovel in disappointment, clearly pissed off, you listen in as Itadori speaks up – surprisingly, he doesn’t seem all that upset about the whole lying thing anymore.

“So they really do pop up more often around graves?”

“The issues isn’t the cemetery itself,” Fushiguro explains, “it’s the fact that people associate cemeteries with fear.”

“Oh,” his eyes brighten in understanding. “It was the same for schools, too, wasn’t it?”

“Hold up!” Nobara calls, finally straightening out, “he didn’t even know that yet?”

Scratching at your chin, you let out a nervous laugh; “well…”

“He swallowed a special-grade cursed object?!” She all but screeches as you explain, instantly creating a distance between her and Itadori, disgust clear on her facial expression. “Gross! Unbelievable! That’s so unsanitary and disgusting! No way, no way, no way!”

“What?”

“I agree with her.” Fushiguro cuts in.

“Y/L/N!”

You bite your lips as his eyes fall on you, clasping your hands behind your back while you rock on the heels of your feet nervously. “Um…” You start, voice drifting, “it was kinda disgusting.”

“What?!”

“I want to know what all of you are capable of,” Gojo cuts in, hands in his pockets as he regards the abandoned building. “Just think of this as a field test. Nobara, Yuji, you two go exorcise the curse inside that building.”

Brows furrowing, you turn to Gojo. Why was he..?

“Huh?” Itadori mumbles, “but I thought only curses could exorcise curses, right? I can’t use any jujutsu yet.”

Gojo turns to Itadori; “you’re basically half a curse already,” he reminds. “There’s cursed energy flowing throughout your body. Though controlling that energy isn’t something you can learn overnight, so use this.” Your eyes widen at the familiar looking weapon, if you remembered correctly that belonged to a second year. “It’s the cursed tool, Slaughter Demon. It’s a weapon imbued with cursed energy. It’ll work on curses, too.”

Pulling the cover off the weapon, Itadori eyes it gleaning eyes.

“Lame,” Nobara scoffs, pulling your attention on her as she moves towards the building, pulling a pouncing around the belt hoops of her skirt.

Itadori moves to follow her.

“Oh, one more thing,” Gojo calls, “don’t let Sukuna out. If you use him, you’ll get rid of all the curses nearby in a flash, but you’ll also drag everyone around into it.”

“Got it!” Itadori grins, sending Gojo a thumbs up, “I won’t let Sukuna out.”

“Hurry up now!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Go on, now!”

-

“Man, I finally join the school like you’ve always wanted me to, and you kick me out of my first official mission.”

Letting out a laugh, Gojo sits down beside Fushiguro as you frown down at him. Leaning back, he glances up at you; “sorry,” he grins.

“I still think I should go, though,” you mumble, glancing back in the direction of the building, eyeing it with worry. Biting your lip, you frown; “I mean, Itadori’s still new and everything. And Nobara’s never been in the city…”

There’s an echo of silence, before Fushiguro adds; “I think I’ll go too.”

“Don’t push yourself,” Gojo calls, “either of you. You’re still recovering.”

Huffing, you nudge Fushiguro’s foot lightly, signaling him to scoot over which he does without complain. Falling into seat beside him, your shoulder lightly touches his own, an action that completely misses you, but Fushiguro however does not. And fighting back the faint blush that threatens to grow on his cheeks, Fushiguro distracts himself by turning back to Gojo.

“Y/N’s right,” he mumbles, “someone should keep an eye on them, especially Itadori.”

“True,” Gojo nods, “but the one we’re testing this time is Nobara.”

Complying, you let out a sigh, leaning back on the palms of your hands, tilting your head up to glance at the curse practically oozing from the building.

As you do, you miss the way Fushiguro keeps eyeing you.

“That Yuji…he’s missing a few up here,” he taps his head for emphasis. “He has no hesitation when it comes to killing these things that take the form of living creatures, albeit bizarre-looking ones, to try to kill him. And it’s not like he’s been familiar with curses for a long time, like the both of you.”

You glance at Gojo, meeting his already awaiting gaze.

“They won’t leave me alone!”

“Yes, darling, but… but you’re scaring me… you’re scaring us!”

Shaking your head, a wave of heat rolls off of you, almost pulsating, and it causes those around you to flinch in fear, pushing away from you. You don’t understand, no one will listen to you – they don’t understand. They won’t understand…

You’re not trying to scare them.

“Mama, please, just–”

She holds a hand to you, stopping you from approaching – it feels like your heart might just break.

“Papa,” you turn, swiftly, desperately, but he looks at you with those same eyes. Those same fearful, disgusted eyes and you can feel the tears welling, your sight blurring. “P-Please…” You cry.

“You have to stay away, Y/N. It’s not safe for us.”

“I’m not safe!”

The words leave your voice in a screech, and you hate the way everyone backs away. This is your family, your mother and father, and your older brother and they’re all avoiding you because they’re afraid of you. They won’t listen to reason. It’s not your fault, you’re not trying to scare them – you’re scared…

You’re terrified.

But they don’t care.

“They won’t leave me! They just follow me! I’m not… please, listen to me! Mama, papa, onii-chan!”

It’s useless. They won’t listen.

They’re too scared.

You feel your heart swelling, anger flooding your senses, and the only thing in your head is; they need to understand.

In a second there’s screams. Your eyes snap open to find red, just… red. There’s so much of it, the smell of it floods your senses and makes you feel sick. The monsters that haunt your dreams, that never leave you no matter how hard you try to make them, fly past you in blurs; the red coats them.

The screams never leave your mind.

They never will.

And in the sea of red, amidst your own sobbing, you see a glow of white, and it shines so brightly you think;

that must be my saviour.

The one you’ve been waiting for.

“Yo!”

He pulls his blindfold back, and the sea of blue you see is just so beautiful, your young heart soars.

“So little to be covered in so much blood.”

“–This is a boy who used to live a normal high school life.”

Blinking at the sound of Gojo’s voice, you’re pulled from your thoughts with a startle. Ignoring the pang in your chest and the way it sits uncomfortably heavy, you ignore the sidewise glance Fushiguro sends you, placing your focus back on what Gojo has to say.

“You’ve both seen plenty of jujutsu sorcerers, even those with talent, give up in frustration because they couldn’t conquer their fear or disgust, haven’t you?”

You glance at Fushiguro, and the answer is obvious.

“So today I want to confirm how crazy she is.”

“But Kugisaki has experience, right? Little late for that now, isn’t it?”

“Curses are born from human minds,” Gojo reminds, “so their strength and numbers grow in proportion to the population. Meaning…”

“Is Nobara aware that curses in Tokyo are on a different level than those in the countryside,” you finish with a nod, leaning forward to eye Gojo. Honestly, despite being an annoyance most of the time, Gojo was good at bringing the best out of his students – so you shouldn’t be all that surprised by his tendency to search for the best either.

Still, it shocks you.

“And when I say ‘level’, I don’t just mean the amount of cursed energy they have,” Gojo continues, “it’s their cunning. Monsters that have gained wisdom often force cruel choices upon you…–”

“It’s just a kid… right?”

“–with the weight of human lives in the balance.”

Gojo’s words hang in the air, and, with a frown, you glance over at Fushiguro, only for his eyes to already be on your own.

Without having to ask, you already know why.

“Megumi–”

You’re cut off by the sound of glass breaking, your eyes snapping up towards the building, only for your eyes to widen at the sight of a curse.

Fushiguro shifts beside you; “I’ll exorcise it.”

“Hold on.” Gojo halts,

And Fushiguro almost looks appalled, stood, waiting, a second later you feel the same – only for spikes to appear through the curses body, it’s eyes bulging, and in the next second for it to simply dissolve.

“Nice,” Gojo grins, and honestly, you have to agree. That was impressive.

“She’s crazy, all right.”

-

“I live over there! Thanks again!”

You watch the kid Itadori and Nobara had rescued for a moment longer, even as Fushiguro and Gojo move to walk off. Peeking your head around the corner, a fond, soft smile curls onto your lips at the mother who opens the door. Obviously relieved that he sons okay, she doesn’t waste another second quickly wrapping the small boy up in her arms and practically pulling him off his feet.

You can’t remember the last time you’d felt a mother’s love.

“Y/N?”

Blinking at the sound of Fushiguro’s voice, you turn around, eyes wide at having gotten lost in your own thoughts.

“You coming?” Shoving a hand in his pocket, he tilts his head curiously at you.

“Yup!” You call, popping the ‘p’ as you push back your thoughts. Running to catch up to him, you fall in step with him, bumping his shoulder lightly with a grin to which he turns away, a light dust coating his cheeks, causing you to giggle. He was too easy to tease.

“Good Joseph!” Gojo calls to Itadori and Nobara, who decided to wait on some steps. “We made sure the kid got home.”

Almost instantly, the two stand.

“Now, shall we go grab some food?”

“Steak!” Itadori cries.

“Sushi!” Noabara follows.

With two thumbs up, Gojo grins; “leave it all to me! And, you two?”

You glance over at Fushiguro, rolling your eyes when you notice he’s on his phone, not paying attention. Shrugging, you decide to join in on the fun, pumping your first in the air; “you can’t forget about desert!”

“Of course not!”

“Y/N!” Itadori leans towards you, and you blink at the tears in his eyes.

“You finally understand!” Your eyes widen when Nobara follows him, leaning towards you with an almost proud look.

Tilting your head, your lips part; “huh?”

“Last call, Megumi!”

He continues to ignore Gojo.

“He’s just cranky he didn’t get to do anything today,” you whisper to Itadori and Nobara, giggling when he sends you a glare.

“Well,” Gojo says, voice sickly sweet, “let’s go.” And he simply tugs the three of you along, ignoring Fushiguro, who almost immediately perks up when he notices he’s being left behind.

You let out a laugh as he rushes to join.

“Oh,” Nobara calls, “I forgot about my biggest haul today. You,” she sharply points at Itadori, “go fetch my things.”

“Huh? Why should I do it? I thought we were even.”

“We won thanks to my cursed energy. Got a problem with that?”

“What about my raw strength?”

“Your monstrous power from eating weird shit?”

“It’s not just that,” Itadori cries, “right, Fushiguro, Y/N?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” you snort.

He just pouts. “Fushiguro?”

There’s no response.

“Huh? What’s the matter, Fushiguro?”

“Nothing–”

“Y/N said it right,” Gojo laughs, “he’s pouting because he didn’t get to join in.”

Letting out a laugh, you nod; “totally is!”

“Puh, puh,” Nobara giggles, a hand to her mouth, “what a child.”

Megumi lets out a grunt, hiding his face behind his collar as the rest of you collectively let out a laugh. And as you share in the moment, glancing around, you’re starting to forget why you were so adamant on spending life alone.

[seiijohhh]

the slow demise [1/?]

summary: He’d found you coated in blood, surrounded by death, and decided then and there, you were perfect. pairing: megumi fushiguro x f!gojo!reader a/n: this has been reposted from my original account @justauthoring​ -- so, if you recognize it, that’s why. im also tagging those who originally requested to be tagged in it, so they know where to find future parts. tags: @thatprofessionalfangirl - @sugarandsoft - @honeyy-honeyy-sweets - @strawberryflavoredjeans - @flowersbloominthedark - @juliajempire​ - @princess-bumblebee - @sageandberries-png - @yue-caelum - @a–nonymousse - @aryksworld - @godsentkita​ - @kat-su-ki

part one - part two - part three - part four

“This is a hundred percent your fault.”

Deadpanned, Fushiguro glowers down at you. “How is this my fault.”

“Dunno,” you shrug, stretching your arms above your head with an exaggerated sigh, making sure to keep your eyes trained on Fushiguro. Your intent is to make him feel guilty (even if he is right, it isn’t his fault) but that’s far easier said then done. The boy’s as stoic as ever. “Just is.”

“It was about time you came back to the school anyway,” Fushiguro huffs, and you blink slightly at the somewhat distressed tone of his voice – that was definitely off.

He doesn’t let you dwell on it very long before he’s walking off ahead of you, glancing around the rugby field the both of you found yourselves on. Purely because of curse power that basically reeked from it.

“I never was part of Jujutsu High School,” you cut in, rushing to catch up with him. “So I wouldn’t be returning. I’m not returning.” He turns to look at you, to which you glare at him, hoping that’ll make it perfectly clear. But he merely shrugs, not even bothering to respond to you, turning back to the field.

Huffing, you cross your arms over your chest, glancing down just as a curse pops beneath the veil, gurgling and groaning, before disappearing from sight once more. “What’s with this rugby field anyway?” You call out, turning to look over your shoulder at Fushiguro whose gone off the other direction. “Is there a dead body buried here or something?”

“Even if there is,” Fushiguro mumbles, and you turn to see the same curse from before climbing up a pole, “I’m surprised to see one this high-leveled. It’s probably a grade two curse.” Then, meeting your eyes, he frowns. “Must be that cursed objects influence.”

Shuffling on your feet slightly, you glance up at it; “should we exorcise it?”

“Nah,” Fushiguro shrugs, walking past you and up the steps from the field.

Frowning, you glance back at the curse before moving to catch up with Fushiguro. “Why not? It could hurt somebody, the schools littered with stupid teenagers all day.”

“Nobodies walking on this field,” he gestures to the sign in front of him. “Not for a long time anyway.”

Eyeing the sign the blocks off the entrance to the rugby field, reading the words ‘No Unauthorized Entry’, you shrug. You were just tagging along because he forced you to, no need to put in anymore effort then necessary if Fushiguro wasn’t going to.

“Still, it’s presence is too strong to pin down. It feels like it’s close by, but it could still be far away, too. This special-grade curse is really a pain.”

Glancing over the boys shoulder at the photo of the curse he’d been provided, you raise a brow; “it’s been moved, right?” Fushiguro nods, “who could’ve been stupid enough to move it? And where is it now?”

“I have–”

“Over here! Coach Takagi is taking on Itadori from West Middle.”

“Woah, what are they competing for?”

Blinking at the new, bolstering voices, your head turns in the direction before your eyes gleam with excitement. Now, this is what you called exciting. Tugging on the sleeve of Fushiguro’s shirt, you turn to him with a gleam in his eyes; “we have to watch, Megumi!”

“We should really look for the–”

But you’re already pulling him along by the wrist, barely giving him any time to argue further, making it just in time to see what you assume is the coach previously mentioned lugging a weighted ball across the field. He throws it a respective distance, eyes lighting up with excitement as he cheers himself on in celebration.

“Fourteen meters!”

“Oooh,” you sing, clasping your hands in front of you.

Fushiguro eyes you, “what’s so exciting about track and field?”

Turning to him, you laugh; “it’s so…. simple!”

“Simple?”

“Yeah!” You nod eagerly. “I mean, we train every day, exercise curses every other day, but everyone here,” you gesture around you to the kids the exact same age as you, “has no idea and is living a perfectly normal teenage kid’s life. It’s… It’s amazing.”

You’re back to the scene before you, eyes caught by a shade of bright pink, that you don’t notice Fushiguro’s wandering gaze. You’d said it all with a smile on your face, but Fushiguro couldn’t help but notice the absolute longing in your gaze as you watched.

His attention, however, is caught by the growing volume of the crowd as they all cheer on ‘Itadori’ – the boy with pink hair and lanky arms that nearly topples over when the weighted ball is dropped into his hands. However, he swings it with ease and your jaw all but drops when it tosses it as if it weighed nothing, soaring through the air.

“Uh, roughly thirty meters.”

You turn to Fushiguro with a blank expression; “that wasn’t simple.”

All Fushiguro can do is nod.

“Or normal.”

Tugging you forward, Fushiguro and you come to a stop in front of the boy and who can assume is his friends. Knowing Fushiguro is doing the same, you pause, eyeing the boy.

“No curse energy.”

You nod, “pretty amazing.”

“I wonder if he’s like Zen’in-senpai.”

You shrug; “maybe.”

“Well, c’mon,” he sets a hand against your back, gently guiding you forward, “we should start looking for the–”

“Megumi!”

Pulling him back and out of the way from the approaching steps, your head turns in time just to see the boy from before, Itadori, racing past the both of you, with incredible speed. However, it’s the sharp shock of cursed energy you feel the second he runs past and the pair of eyes that seem to stare deep within your sole that have you gasping for air, blinking in surprise.

“Hey! You!” Fushiguro calls, obviously having sensed the same thing, but it’s hopeless – the boys too quick.

“Y/N,” Fushiguro calls, setting a hand on your back as you press your own against your chest. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, shaking your head. “I’m fine.” Then, meeting his eyes, you glance in the direction Itadori had run off. “Are you going to follow him?”

“Try to, at least,” he huffs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You felt it too, yeah?”

“Nearly took my breath away,” you sigh, “but I think I should stay here.”

His brows furrow; “why?”

“I can still sense it here.”

Fushiguro frowns, glancing in the direction of the boy before back at you, lips pursed and worry clear in his gaze. He may pretend not to care, but it’s moments like these the truth bleeds through.

Shaking your head, you huff; “go.” You nod at him, “I’ll be fine. It’s not like I have been sitting on my ass these past months,” you tease lightly, sending him a wink but Fushiguro continues to just stare down at you, causing you to sigh.

“I’ll call you the second something shows up.”

He nods, content, moving to walk off.

“But Megumi?”

He glances back at you, brow raised.

“You call too, okay?” And at the look he sends you, you keep your face impassive, nodding; “the second something happens.”

With a simple nod, he’s off.

-

You really should’ve trained more.

“Fuck!”

Ignoring the pang that radiates throughout your entire body, and the blood that fades into your vision, you push yourself up, pressed against the wall. Originally, you’d thought that you’d be able to control the curse for just long enough that it’d let go of the two students it was trying to swallow and then you’d focus on getting the curse.

Fushiguro would scold you – tell you that getting the curse was the first priority, but you could stomach the thought of sacrificing lives just for a single finger. Even if that finger was one part of a whole to an incredibly strong, the strongest of all, King of Curses, Sukuna…

None of it really matter however – the finger was making the curse stronger, and you could barely control it for a second before you’d been flung back by your own power. Now, both kids and the finger were about to be swallowed, and you had no idea what to do.

And your phone had been crushed long ago that you had no way of contacting Fushiguro. You had no idea where he was or if he’d be coming back; which meant you were utterly and completely alone.

Ducking from a hit made directly for your head, you slipped past, sliding your hand along the body of the curse, infusing it with your curse power. You used speed you didn’t know you could still have with a pounding head and blurring vision, pointing your left point finger up, the right down, thumbs connection; “Cursed Technique; Domination: The Imprisonment Of One!” before flipping your hands.

The curse stops, your heart thumping and chest panging, but you can barely focus on that when you need to move fast. Rushing forward, you slide to your hip, moving to strike your hand up. And you land a good hit, moving to grab the girl first, before something wraps around your ankle, and pulls you up and away before flinging you across the hall.

You smack into the ground, rolling, your chest seizing as the wind is knocked out of you. Your vision darkens for a moment, and you think you’re going to pass out, but the pain is all too conscious and you realize with a huff that your ankle has been sprained with how it had thrown you.

“Fuck!” You call again, putting all strength in your hands to sit up.

“Y/N!”

Relief floods you almost instantly. You may be half awake, but you’d recognize that voice from anywhere. Hands land on you, and a small smile curls onto your lips almost subconsciously when you find Fushiguro staring down at you. His eyes flicker across your entire body taking in the blood and wounds, before meeting your eyes.

“It’s strong,” you huff, voice raspy, “I can’t hold it and fight.”

Glancing back, Fushiguro growls; “it’s trying to swallow her along with the cursed object?”

“I can hold it,” you call, grabbing his arm and squeezing, pulling his eyes back on you.

“Y/N, you can barely–”

“Just go! I can do it,” you interrupt, voice sharp, “you just have to–”

You’re interrupted by the sound of glass shattering, and before you know it a blur of familiar pink is flickering across your eyes once more. Your eyes widen when you realize it’s the boy from before, Itadori. What the hell was he doing here?

“Itadori!” Fushiguro calls, just as stunned as you. He moves to a stand in front of you, blocking you from sight, and huffing, you lean forward, trying to find the strength to stand.

He grabs the two students, pulling them from the curses grasp, making your eyes bulge in surprise – how did he…?

“So, this is a cruse? Not what I was expecting.”

Pushing yourself to a stand, ignoring the way your ankle throbs, you grab Fushiguro firm around the arm; “Megumi, what the hell is he doing here?”

Sighing, Fushiguro shakes his head; “it’s a long story.” And with a final glance forward, he steps towards the curse, exorcising with one more simple hit since it no longer has the finger so close in it’s grasp, before he moves towards Itadori.

“Honestly,” you huff quietly to yourself, “I leave him alone for a few hours and he’s already dragging an innocent kid into this.”

“I want to ask you what you’re doing here,” Fushiguro calls to him, his demon dogs snacking on the curse behind him, “but good job.”

“Not good job,” you growl, leaning on the wall for support as you glare at the two boys, specifically Itadori; “you could’ve gotten seriously injured,” you ignore the pointed look Fushiguro sends you, “or worse, killed.”

“Why so haughty?” The boy tilts his head; “by the way, what’s that munching on the curse?”

“My shikagami,” Fushiguro answers, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You can see them, then? Normally a curse can’t be seen. Not unless you’re on the verge of death or in special places like this.”

“Oh,” Itadori’s lips part in understanding; “I’ve never seen a ghost or anything before tonight.”

Lips parted, you eye the boy; “you’re not scared?”

“Well, I was scared for a bit,” he answers honestly, still holding his classmate in his arms. “But did you know? People really can die.”

“Y/N, help me!”

“Please. Y/N, stop…!”

“I… I–I can’t–I don’t–!”

Blinking, you force the memory away, shaking your head.

“Huh?”

“So I at least want the people I know to have proper deaths.”

“You’re killing us!”

Pressing your hand against the wall, your breath hitches, Fushiguro turning to you in concern briefly before turning back to Itadori as moves to stand; “not that I really get it myself.” And as he does, the curse slips from his classmate’s skirt pocket, catching it with ease reflexes; “this it?”

“Yeah,” Fushiguro nods, “that’s the special-grade cursed object, Ryomen Sukuna’s finger. It’s a miracle it didn’t get swallowed, though, I think that’s mainly thanks to Y/N,” both eyes fall on you, to which you offer a half-smile.

“Why would anything eat it?” Is the first question that leaves Itadori’s lips, “is it tasty?”

“Don’t be stupid,” you cut in, shaking your head, “you’d do it to gain stronger cursed energy.”

“It’s dangerous,” Fushiguro adds, holding his palm out; “so hand it over already.”

“Sure, sure.”

You notice it a second too late, the curse from above.

“Megumi–!”

You move to pull him back, just as he pushed Itadori out of the way, but the sudden weight on your ankle causes you to lose balance and instead, the hand from above crashes directly onto Megumi. Dust and debris make everything blurry for a moment, but the huge curse holding Megumi is easy to spot as your eyes widen in panic.

“Megumi!”

“Fushiguro!”

It pulls Megumi to it’s mouth, but Fushiguro makes quick hand signs, calling for another one of his shikagami; Nue. However, before he can, a burst of lightening flashes from the curse and he’s slammed against the wall, blood splurting from his lips. Heart racing, you move to stand once more, cursing the way your ankle throbs and throws you off balance once more.

Before you know it, the curse is breaking a hole through the concrete and sending Fushiguro flying through it.

“No…” Teeth clenching, you turn to Itadori who looks torn between helping you and rushing after Fushiguro.

“Go!” You call, shaking your head and ignoring the worry in your chest; you were the one to scold Fushiguro for bring an innocent kid into this fight and now you were sending him off to save your comrade. But this was the only option. Fushiguro wouldn’t last on his own, so, if Itadori could just hold off the curse long enough for you to get your bearings, it’d be okay. “Help him! Please!”

Itadori doesn’t need another word otherwise.

“Get up!” You call to yourself, the bangs and commotion from outside causing your heart soar. “No one else dies because of you, remember? That was your promise!”

Forcing yourself to your feet, you ignore the pang and force the other foot to step in front of you the other. It takes you a minute, but when you look out the gaping hole in the wall and get a good look at what’s happened; you can tell you’d made a severe error in judgement.

“There is a way to save everyone!”

He can’t be serious…

“I just need some cursed energy, right, Fushiguro?”

He really is.

He just… ate Sukuna’s finger…

You just cost a boy his life…

Then, a flash of cursed energy burst from him, ripping the curses hands to shreds, and your eyes widen. It couldn’t be possible. That was rare, incredibly rare…

But the markings that start to cover his skin and the cursed energy pooling around him tell you otherwise.

Itadori… no, Sukuna destroys the curse in one hit.

His laugh echoes, even from where you’re stood, his claws clear as day to your eyes, you’re unable to look away. “I knew it!” He laughs, his voice more deep, twisted then Itadori’s; “the light feels best in the flesh!” Shredding his hoody into pieces without any effort, Sukuna races towards the edge of the roof, glancing at the open area. “A cursed spirit’s flesh is so boring. Where are the people? The women?!

“What a wonderful era to be in. Women and children are crawling everywhere like maggots. Wonderful! It’ll be a massacre!”

But then he’s pulled back, a hand gripping his own jaw, feet stammering backwards; “what do you think you’re doing with my body? Give it back.”

It’s Itadori’s voice.

“How are you able to move?” Sukuna.

“I mean, it’s my body.” Itadori.

“Don’t move,” Fushiguro calls out, voice sharp; “you’re no longer human.” And he crouches, hands moving to make the necessary signs. “Under Jujutsu regulations, Itadori Yuji, I will exorcise you as a curse!”

“Wait, Megumi–!”

You’re suddenly picked up in a pair of arms, a flash of white and purple, before, somehow, you’re behind Fushiguro.

“What’s the situation?”

Turning to the person carrying you, you glower when you realize it’s him.

“Gojo-sensei?! Why are you here?”

Setting you down carefully, he smiles at Fushiguro; “hey! I wasn’t planning on coming, but man,” his eyes drift from you to Fushiguro, “you’re both roughed up. I should show the second years.” He starts to take pictures, specifically of Fushiguro, to which you slap him sharply on the arm.

Huffing, you glare up at him; “never mind that, I’ve told you to stop doing that with me!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he waves you off, “but you looked a little stuck.”

Flushing, you turn away from him.

“The higher-ups wouldn’t shut up with a special-grade cursed object gone missing,” he moves to explain, “so I stopped by while doing some sightseeing. So, did you find it?”

“Um,” Itadori slowly speaks up, raising his hand as Gojo turns to him; “sorry, but I ate it.”

There’s a pause, then; “for real.”

And all at once, all three of you answer; “for real.”

Gently letting go of you, Gojo sets you against the rock the Fushiguro’s leaning on, and you notice the way your vision blurs in response, dark peering in around the edges, before blinking it away and focusing on Gojo. He’s stepped towards Itadori, leaning forward with his head in his hands, eyeing him closely.

After a moment, he lets out a laugh; “damn, it really did combine with you. That’s hilarious.” He steps back, as nonchalant as ever. “Anything off with your body?”

Looking at his arm, Itadori shrugs; “not particularly.”

“Can you swap out with Sukuna?”

Your eyes widen.

“Sukuna?”

“The curse you ate.”

“Oh,” Itadori shuffles on his feet, “yeah, I think I can do that.”

You really, at this point, shouldn’t be surprise.

Moving away for more room, Gojo lowers into a crouch, stretching out; “then, give us ten seconds. Once ten seconds are up, come back to us.”

“But…” Itadori tries to argue.

“Don’t worry,” Gojo calls out with a smug grin, “I’m the strongest.”

“Megumi,” he calls out, “hold this.”

He tosses the bag that’s been in his hands this entire time, and, falling to a seat next Fushiguro, you curiously peek in.

“What is it?”

“Kikifuki from Kikusuian,” he explains, still stretching, and your eyes dull. “It’s Sendai’s specialty, and it’s super good. I recommend the zunda and cream flavour.”

“You went out and bought mochi while people nearly died!” You call, glaring at him.

“It’s not a souvenir, and it’s not just mochi,” he turns to grin at you and Fushiguro, “I’m going to eat it on the bullet train home.”

Yeah, and I think I’m going to throw up.

“Behind you!”

Gojo is barely phased by Fushiguro’s call, and even as Sukuna gains on him he continues to explain; “Kikufuku’s not like other souvenirs…” Before there’s a crash, dust flooding your already wobbling vision. Fushiguro pushes you behind him, arm outstretched as you both prepare for impact, only for you to open your eyes and see Sukuna directly before you, Gojo sitting on him.

“And the whipped cream inside is simply exquisite…”

You can’t focus on the fight. Things start to fade and the sounds of a fight almost seem like it’s miles away. Your skin feels hot, sweat beading on it, and the edges of your vision is turning black; except this time it isn’t fading away. You feel tired, extremely so, all strength fading. You don’t hear Fushiguro call for you, nor do you feel your body falling.

It’s okay though, right?

After all, despite how annoying he can be, you know you can trust Gojo…

He really is the strongest.

A little girl covered in red, coated in it.

Bodies surround her. Torn, ripped apart, limbs apart from bodies, heads apart from bodies.

Everything is silent except for the sound of wailing.

Loud, screaming wailing. Sobs retching, coughs echoing, but the girl doesn’t move, even as she sobs.

She’s frozen in place.

Terrifed.

“I can help you, don’t you trust me?”

“What’s this? Who are you?”

“So little to be covered in so much blood.”

“How about I train you, huh?”

“I’ll help you control them.”

“All of them.”

-

Eyes blinking open, you frown at the familiar ceiling above you.

You were home. Or at least, your room. It didn’t feel like home to you, but the soft cushion beneath you was definitely comforting with the lasting panging in your head.

Raising your arm, you glance at yourself, the faint bruises, before pushing yourself up so you’re sitting. A small groan leaves your lips, but you ignore the pain, pulling back the sheets to glance at your ankle; it’s been wrapped and treated, but you’re sure that if you were to try and walk on it, it’d still hurt.

You were alive, but you hated being stuck bedridden.

Head falling, you sigh; you wonder what happened with Itadori and Sukuna–

“I’m visiting Y/N.”

“Oooh! I want to say hi, I never properly introduced myself.”

Clearly, he was still alive.

Eyes flickering over to your bedroom door, you simply smile as Fushiguro pops his head in, making sure you’re awake before inviting himself further inside. Itadori bops in after him excitedly, a happy grin on his face despite his scenario which you could only imagine, and of course; Gojo behind the two, smiling down at you.

“Glad to see you both okay,” you smile softly at the two, eyes lingering on Fushiguro’s a little longer.

“You gave us a quite a scare,” Gojo comments, leaning against the frame of your door. “Passing out like that.”

Rubbing the back of your neck abashedly, you let out a small laugh, flushing slightly at the intense look Fushiguro regards you with. “Guess I hit my head harder then I thought,” you mumble, “sorry…”

There’s an echo of silence, and hating it, you hurriedly turn to Itadori.

Sticking your hand out, you grin; “Y/N Gojo,” you laugh at the wide look in his eyes, “it looks like you and me are classmates.”

But honestly, the widened looks on both Satoru and Fushiguro are way better.

“What?” You call to Fushiguro who hasn’t stopped staring at you; “I’d miss all the fun if I didn’t come back to school now.”

And at that, Fushiguro lets a small smile curl onto his lips, Gojo clapping his hands like a small child as he calls out cheerfully “I knew you’d change your mind!” all while Itadori continues to stare at you blankly.

“Gojo?”