#>> VERSE ( jjk / student tbt. )

[huntershowl]

❛i’d do anything to make you stay.❜ (from suguru cause i'm VIBING with these two already)

HE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO KNOW. no one was — it was supposed to be seamless and quiet, persephone melting away into the night like they were never there. they've been clearing out their dorm room slowly over the last few weeks, no longer letting their door remain open for their few solid friends to filter in and out. ( 'it's messy.' i need to focus.' 'i don't wanna be trapped inside.' 'can we go to yours instead? )

the higher-ups would know something was wrong, obviously. they'll learn soon enough through their networks and surveillance, but what they do with that information was no longer her problem. wouldn't be her problem, once she slipped away from campus and started the long walk to the waiting car.

only, she didn't make it two steps from the edge of campus before she heard his voice behind her, calling for her to stop.

fine. one last conversation, if he insists. sage can wait a little longer in the car; seph shoots her a text mentioning a quick errand, which likely will lead to the driver pulling out her switch and starting up pokemon violet.

so here they sit, side by side against a wall, a cigarette perched delicately between seph's pale and calloused fingers as her eyes look anywhere but at him.

❝ you don't mean that. ❞ her voice is a little rough despite the attempt at stony composure, the walls that surround half-dead softness. ❝ anyway, you know i can't. this was never going to last. ❞ they take a long drag, then offer the cigarette over, finally chancing a moment of eye contact. ❝ don't worry, okay? it's not forever. you've still got satoru and shoko, yeah? ❞

[mindfvzz]

                                 ❝ why don’t you take this one ?? ❞                                   ❝ i don’t need your permission . ❞                                               shirou & enzo edit for @yeonban​

[huntershowl]

‘you never said I had to play fair.’ (from student satoru!)

❝ OH, FUCK OFF. ❞ THE WORDS come out a petulant snarl from where infinity holds her in place, right behind satoru at the end of their obstacle course. she throws herself at the border, shoulder-first like a battering ram, just to make her dissatisfaction crystal clear. when he drops it, she stumbles, fwumps to the ground, and rolls onto her back just to shoot a glare at him.

❝ you piece of shit — you're such a bastard! i would've won that easily if you hadn't cheated. ❞

[huntershowl]

FUCK. THIS IS SO FUCKED UP. paranoid thoughts chase each other relentlessly through persephone's mind, a surging, screaming river with no outlet. this — this screwed-up cycle of violence the twins have gotten caught up in — isn't something she can explain in the hurried, frantic moments before they enter a curse site. hell, it isn't something she can explain in a calm and private space with all the time in the world.

sure — jujutsu society lives by different laws. sure, suguru and satoru live by their own sets of laws, and they've got piles of secrets of their own. still, this is different. it has been drilled into persephone's head since she was ten years old that telling anyone outside about the unseen has severe consequences.

and not just for the rat.

❝ i — can't, ❞ they force out through gritted teeth. ❝ there's not enough time. just — the other guy in there with him is bad news. stay away from him. focus on getting the curse under control, and send a couple of spirits with me for evacuations. let me deal with those two, and — ❞ the words catch; she forces them out. she'll come up with a suitable lie. ❝ i'll tell you everything later. okay? please. ❞

@gomannakami said:

‘that’s a risk I’m willing to take.’ (from suguru!)

❝ GETO — ❞ SHE CATCHES HIS WRIST, stopping him in his tracks before he can rush off on his own. there's a panicked edge to her voice that doesn't often show itself — ever the detached and unsqueamish troublemaker, few things can break through the cursed aisa twin's stoic façade. best case scenario, it's shit luck that their mission brought them here. worst case, some higher-up asshole has it out for her.

the building before them is quite small for a curse this bad, but then, a horrific murder was just carried out here. at least, it had to be horrific if a curse of this magnitude was born from it — and if hector was involved. hector, rising through the unseen's ranks like a virus through a system. hector the mad dog, partnered with — 

her grip tightens. she looks geto in the eye, jaw tight and face a little pale. through her hand, cursed energy pulses and streams from skin to skin, overclocking geto's reserves with the runoff from their endless fountain. that's a risk i'm willing to take. risking a scuffle with assassins is one thing, but she knows how casually destructive gojo and geto's missions can get. ❝ don't do anything reckless. my brother is in there. ❞