#❛ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . mori ougai . ic .

[aerael-a]

"You were surprisingly easy to get in contact with," Ango said, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "Even for me it was a little too easy." [to Mori] . @feralspent .

          𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘  𝐀𝐒  𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑  𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄  ;    sat  a  small  little  café,  Mori  looked  up  from  his  cup  of  coffee  to  stare  and  Sakaguchi  Ango.  Former  member  of  Port  Mafia,  one  of  his  favourites  too.  ❛        Oya,  oya,  if  it  isn't  Ango-kun~        ❜  he  spoke,  sultry  voice  taking  that  playful  lilt.  Ougai  remembered  how  scared  Ango  had  been  of  him  and  it  amused  him  greatly,  his  encounter  with  the  head  of  the  Special  Division  still  clear  in  his  mind,  poor  little  Ango  had  been  shaking  and  sweating  as  he  conducted  the  meeting  to  save  his  own  neck.  Adorable.

          The  young  man's  observations  didn't  go  unnoticed  by  Mori,  and  of  course  he  giggled,  kicking  his  feet  a  bit  under  the  table  like  an  excited  little  girl.    ❛        Was  it?  I  wonder  why...        ❜      He  pretended  to  think,  pout  taking  over  his  delicate  features.  And  then,  all  seemingly  innocent  and  playful  semblance  left  Mori's  face,  eyes  darkening  dangerously.  ❛        Sit,  Ango-kun.  Let's  have  a  chat,  for  old  time's  sake.      ❜  It  wasn't  an  invitation.  That  was  an  order.  Mori  hadn't  been  sitting  there  by  mistake,  he  had  a  proposition  to  make,  but  he  was  now  more  interested  as  to  why  Ango  had  been  looking  for  him.

            ❛        Tell  me,  Ango-kun,  am  I  in  trouble~?      ❜

[aerael-a]

          𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍  𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐎𝐘  𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐃,  pleased  to  see  that  his  explanation  had  managed  to  soothe  some  of  his  anxiety  over  being  in  yet  again  a  new  school.  Mori  nodded  in  reassurance,  smile  soft  and  gentle.    ❛      Indeed  there  are.  Chuuya-kun  and  Akutagawa-kun  can  be  of  great  help  to  you  on  your  time  here,  Yuta-kun.        ❜  Perhaps  Chuuya  the  most  helpful,  he  was  studying  to  be  a  teacher  at  the  Institute,  no  longer  a  high  schooler,  but  living  at  the  institute  nonetheless.  

            ❛      You  can  meet  them  tonight,  at  dinner.  All  students  will  be  there,  and  if  you  feel  comfortable,  I  can  introduce  you  to  the  student  body.        ❜  Mori  didn’t  want  Yuta  to  be  put  under  so  much  pressure,  so  he  left  it  open  for  him  to  refuse.  

            Excitement  at  seeing  Yuta’s  curse  manifesting  had  made  Mori’s  eyes  sparkle  ━━━  almost  glow  with  interest  and  just  sheer  scientific  curiosity.  What  a  powerful  curse,  it  was  astonishing  to  know  it  belong  to  such  a  young  boy.  ❛      Incredible…        ❜    he  said,  still  looking  at  the  curse  known  as  Rika.  It  was  able  to  speak,  albeit  not  as  seamlessly  as  Elise  did.  This  was  the  raw  product  of  Yuta’s  pain,  untouched,  not  yet  shaped  by  life.  Mori  wondered  if  Yuta  would  be  able  to  do  what  he  did  ━━━  change  the  shape  of  his  curse,  give  it  a  will  of  it’s  own.  Or  was  this  condition  intrinsic  to  himself.  

            ❛      You  have  quite  the  curse,  Yuta-kun.  I  must  say  I  am  impressed.        ❜  Mori  praised,  smile  still  on  his  face  as  he  eyed  both  boy  and  curse.  ❛      And  since  you’ve  been  so  kind  as  to  allow  me  to  see  her,  it  is  only  fair  that  I  repay  this  kindness,  is  it  not?        ❜

          A  tiny  hand  grabbed  the  back  of  Mori’s  sleeve,  showing  itself  to  Yuta  and  his  curse  before  a  blond  little  girl  fully  appeared.  Seeming  as  though  she  had  simply  been  hiding  behind  him  the  whole  time.  With  pout  on  her  face  she  pointed  at  Yuta  and  his  curse.  ❛      Rintarou!  Who  is  that?!  Why  is  she  bigger  than  me?!        ❜    She  complained  making  Mori  laugh.  

          ❛      Yuta-kun,  this  is  Elise.  My  own  curse.        ❜    The  moment  Mori  uttered  the  word  curse,  a  shift  in  the  air  around  them  could  be  felt  ━━    Elise  did  not  look  threatening  like  Rika,  she  looked  harmless  and  human,  but  her  energy  was  just  as  powerful,  perhaps  more  unsettling  than  Rika’s.  

Yuta relaxes a little, continuing to listen and take in the words being said to him. To know that there were others like him here had him both nervous and relieved. At least it seemed like maybe he'd have people to connect to better. As much as he liked his other friends, it's not like that could really understand what it was like to have someone like Rika attached to them. He was sort of understanding more why Gojo had dropped him off here, but he would have really appreciated a better run down from his teacher before he was just...left her and Mori was left to explain everything.

"So there's other people similar to me here?" Yuta asks, more for his own confirmation. "Will I get to meet them at some point?"

As quickly as he'd relaxed, he tenses up at being asked if Mori can meet his curse. There's a very long moment of hesitation before he remembers where he is. If Rika were to get out of control, it wouldn't be that bad here. Hopefully.

He fidgets with his ring for a moment before he nods, allowing Rika to manifest. As the moment subsides, she's standing behind Yuta, an arm in front of him and keeping him close as she takes a moment to assess their surroundings.

"Yu...ta?"

Yuta brings one hand up, resting it against her hand on his chest. "We're okay. We're just meeting someone who's going to help us." He says quietly to her, face soft as he looks up at her. His expression quickly changes as he turns to look back at Mori, giving him a small nod.

"Here she is."

[aerael-a]

When Gojo-Sensei had told Yuta that he knew someone who could train him to properly use his powers...Yuta hadn't exactly been expecting someone like Mori. He also hadn't expected Gojo to just dump him off and leave without even a goodbye. Yuta fidgets with the ring on his finger, tired eyes watching the older man for a moment before he remembers his manners.

He gives a quick bow, clearing his throat before straightening up. "I assume you're Ōgai? Gojo-sensei didn't really fill me in on everything. It's nice to meet you." @ghoulsmuses .

          𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆    ;    Mori  knew  the  younger  sorcerer  sympathised  with  him,  their  mutual  dislike  for  the  higher  ups  forming  a  tentative  bridge  between  them  despite  Satoru’s  dislike  of  the  institute.  Still,  it  had  been  very  curious  to  receive  a  call,  much  more  so  to  have  it  being  a  request      ━━━━    the  white  haired  male  asking  for  a  favor.  And  what  a  favor  it  was.  

            Mori  had  heard  all  about  the  incident  with  young  Okkotsu  Yuta.  And  he  had  been  itching  to  know  the  boy  in  question,  but  he  hadn’t  expected  Satoru  to  drop  the  boy  off  and  disappear.  In  hindsight,  he  should  have  expected  it  from  the  other  sorcerer.  

            ❛        It  is  nice  to  meet  you  too,  Yuta-kun,        ❜    Mori  smiled,  devilish  eyes  taking  in  the  young  boy.  He  seemed  shy,  socially  awkward  but  the  power  that  exuded  off  of  him  was  impressive.  Mori  could  almost  taste  the  cursed  energy  just  oozing  out  of  him,  no  doubt  due  to  the  curse  that  possessed  him.  Ougai  giggled,  hand  delicately  covering  his  mouth  as  the  boy  explained  Gojo  had  not  given  him  any  details.  

            ❛      That  does  sound  like  something  Satoru-kun  would  do.        ❜    He  stated,  silken  voice  sounding  amused.  Gojo  was  as  infuriating  as  Mori  himself,  probably  another  reason  why  they  got  along  so  well.  ❛        Well,  allow  me  to  explain  then,        ❜  the  older  sorcerer  began,  walking  closer  to  the  younger  male.

            ❛      From  what  I  have  been  told,  we  suffer  from  the  same…affliction.        ❜    Mori’s  voice  became  soft,  he  considered  releasing  Elise,  but  chose  against  it  for  the  time  being.  ❛        And  your  teacher  seems  to  think  you  need  my  help  to  learn  how  to  fully  handle  your  abilities.        ❜  That  was  basically  what  Satoru  had  told  Mori,  though  the  older  suspected  he  had  dropped  Yuta  off  to  him  to  keep  the  younger  sorcerer  safe  from  those  old  vultures  that  were  the  higher  ups.  

            ❛      So,  Yuta-kun,  you  will  be  spending  some  time  with  us  at  institute.  Where  I’ll  try  to  teach  you  all  I  can.  Aren’t  you  excited?        ❜  

[aerael-a]

Mori do you resent anyone?

          𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓,  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐀𝐍  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃    ━━━━    it  meant  so  much  and  yet  so  little  to  him.  Did  he  resent  anyone?  Probably  yes,  he  had  a  bad  habit  of  holding  grudges.  Did  it  matter?  No.  He  didn’t  make  it  a  habit  of  thinking  of  those  whom  he  resented,  he  frankly  had  much  more  to  worry  about.  

            ❛        I  suppose  I  do,  though  that  hardly  matters  much.        ❜

            There  were  people  he  could  mention  by  name  ━━  Fukuzawa,  Dazai,  Shengyue  and  a  handful  of  others,  but  there  was  no  point  in  mentioning  them.  ❛        I  am  not  the  kind  of  person  who  cries  over  spilt  milk,  there’s  no  point  in  mulling  over  resentments.  Specially  not  when  you’re  in  the  mafia.        ❜

[aerael-a]

“Not that I’m questioning what you wanna call it, but… Does it still qualify as a picnic if it’s in your office?” Not that Chuuya would complain either way. Spending an evening alone with his boss was always a good time. . @mcwscollective .

          𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈  𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐃,  𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐓  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒  ;    a  little  dinner  date  wasn’t  uncommon  for  Mori.  He’d  often  invite  Kouyou  to  keep  him  company,  both  him  and  her  close  friends  they’d  spend  the  night  gossiping  and  drinking  wine.  That  night  however,  the  usual  date  had  taken  a  less  platonic  undertone  given  whom  Mori  had  invited.  Chuuya  had  been  the  object  of  his  ever  growing  affection  for  a  while  now,  not  that  Ougai  had  made  any  moves  on  the  younger  male,  doubting  he’d  be  interested  in  him.  

            ❛        Of  course  it  can,  Chuuya-kun,        ❜    he  responded,  smile  still  coating  his  velvety  voice,  dainty  but  nimble  hands  pouring  Chuuya  a  glass  of  ridiculously  expensive  wine.  ❛        A  picnic  can  be  held  in  any  place  if  you  try  hard  enough.        ❜    Mori  spoke  with  a  mischievous  lilt  to  his  voice,  tyrian  coloured  eyes  glittering  in  the  low-light  of  his  office.  

[aerael-a]

          𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐈  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐃  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐎  ;      he  was  obviously  smart  enough  to  recognise  their  similarities,  the  way  in  which  they  sought  for  their  own  survival  at  all  costs  ━━━━━━  but  Ougai  was  less  likely  to  abandon  the  metaphorical  ship,  even  as  it  sank.  Less  likely  to  betray,  even  if  he  didn't  seem  like  the  loyal  type.  Little  mice  like  Ango,  who  were  so  quick  to  change  their  course,  so  quick  to  line  themselves  with  ideologies  and  people  they  didn't  fully  understand  left  a  strange  taste  on  Mori's  tongue.  Not  one  he  disliked,  but  one  that  he  struggled  to  categorise.

            He  took  a  sip  of  his  coffee  before  responding,  delicate  brown  rising  at  Ango's  words.  ❛        Hmm,  Taneda-san  seemed  to  care  and  value  a  great  deal  about  you  on  our  last  meeting.        ❜    He  hadn't  intended  to  allude  to  anything  more  than  a  professional  relationship  between  those  two,  but  perhaps  the  impish  lilt  to  his  voice  had  made  a  rather  promiscuous  implication.  ❛      He  did  pay  a  hefty  price  to  keep  your  pretty  little  head,  after  all.      ❜    Being  allowed  to  conduct  their  business  without  being  bothered  by  the  Special  Division  was  something  Mori  couldn't  have  ignored.

            ❛        I  am?  How  curious.      ❜  Mori  mused,  genuine  amusement  and  curiosity  shining  through  his  tyrian  eyes.  He  didn't  expect  Ango  to  trust  him,  much  less  if  he  had  been  having  trouble  in  that  particular  department.  Ougai  knew  he  was  a  trustworthy  man,  especially  if  there  was  something  to  gain  by  forming  an  alliance  of  trust.  But  it  was  still  shocking  to  learn  that  Ango  trusted  him  after  all  those  years.

            The  younger's  next  words  cause  Mori  to  laugh  out  loud  ━━  probably  drawing  too  much  attention  to  them,  but  it  was  such  a  surprising  request  that  he  couldn't  help  it.  ❛        Oh,  oh  my,  is  this  what  I  think  it  is?      ❜  He  sounded  giddy,  elated  as  he  chuckled  and  muttered  his  next  words.  ❛        ...for  this  brother  of  yours  was  dead  and  is  alive  again;  he  was  lost  and  is  found.      ❜  The  verse  from  the  bible  so  clear  in  his  head  Mori  couldn't  stop  himself  from  saying  it.  The  lost  son,  perhaps  not  the  one  he  had  expected,  but  still  one  he  had  missed.  Missed,  yes,  but  could  he  trust  again?  Debatable.

              ❛        They  do  say  the  lost  son  always  returns  home,  don't  they?      ❜  He  sighed,  a  bit  less  amused  this  time.  ❛        So,  you  wish  to  renew  old  times.  Why  should  I  allow  you  back  in?      ❜  

He always felt he thought out his decisions carefully, that no outcome was left uncalculated. First was the decision to look up his former boss at all; the move was not without risk but it was more than manageable. Next was to get out a message to him; again a bit of a risk but there were a multitude of reasons he could use to justify it, some more like lies than others. From there the two outcomes were either denial or acceptance and he’d planned his reply for both but upon getting his answer quicker than expected his mind skipped a beat.

Had he somehow known he’d be reaching out to him? Still, he stuck to his plan and that brought him to the last step which was actually meeting to speak with him. Seeing the man in person again was like seeing an oft-mentioned mythical beast. Ango matched his gaze, those deep eyes boring down into him like drills, but that voice was a difficult one to contend with. Blinking was his only reply to that faux question and he wordlessly did as he was told which was to sit across a plain table from a man whom he had no truly good reason to see.

He had only been curious about something, the weight sitting in the small space between them. “That they would only send me to handle your being in trouble would be putting a great deal of trust in my ability to do so.” Ango crossed one leg over the other, the slight change in position making the light flicker in the lenses of his glasses. “Trust seems to be a scarce commodity these days and somehow your name has been one of the few to remain on my list.”

He didn’t want to dance around the objective for long and after clearing his throat he leaned in closer and spread his hands out upon the tabletop. “You said for old time’s sake. What would it take to renew that time?”

[aerael-a]

Mori do you have one night stands or do you prefer a steady partner in bed

          ❛      Oya,  oya,  that’s  a  bit  personal,  isn’t  it?    ❜    Mori  responded,  tyrian  coloured  eyes  glinting  dangerously  at  the  person  asking  the  question.  He  disliked  talking  about  his  sex  life,  not  only  because  it  was  quite  boring  but  also  because  it  felt  too  invasive.  Sex  was  a  delicate  subject  to  him,  and  so  Mori  avoided  it  most  of  the  time.  

            ❛      If  you  must  know,  I  prefer  to  have  a  fixed  partner,      ❜    he  began,  eyes  still  locked  on  the  person,  wicked  glint  almost  strong  enough  to  burn.  ❛      But  that  is  not  always  possible,  and  so  casual  one  night  stands  do  tend  to  happen  from  time  to  time.      ❜

              A  fixed  partner  was  someone  he  trusted,  someone  he  didn’t  have  to  explain  what  he  liked  and  why  he  liked  it.  Someone  who  would  respect  his  boundaries.  But  there  was  merit  in  casual  encounters,  Mori  never  had  to  look  at  them  again.  And  that  was  a  benefit  in  on  itself.    

[aerael-a]

Mori have you ever wanted to be married with a family?

          𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄  𝐇𝐈𝐌  𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊  𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇,  his  reaction  only  seen  through  a  tiny  flicker  of  his  eyes.  Elise  slowly  walked  to  him  and  climbed  onto  his  lap,  suddenly  clingy  and  quiet,  holding  onto  him  almost  protectively.  ❛        Perhaps  when  I  was  a  child.  But  not  because  I  wanted  to,  only  because  it  seemed  like  the  natural  order  of  things  back  then,        ❜  he  mused,  fingers  running  through  golden  locks.  

            ❛        Now,  as  an  adult  I  see  that  I  was  just  a  foolish  boy.        ❜  His  voice  became  a  bit  harsher,  self  loathing  peeking  through  silken  tones.  ❛        I  hate  children  and  I  wouldn’t  ever  want  to  chain  myself  to  another  person.        ❜    Mori  stated,  stomach  still  twisting.  

            ❛        So,  no.  I've  never  wanted to  marry  and  have  a  family.        ❜

[aerael-a]

Mori could you choose between dazai and chuuya?

          𝐀  𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄  𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐃  𝐇𝐄'𝐃  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄    ;      not  because  it  would  be  difficult  but  rather  because  of  how  easy  it  would  be.  ❛        A  rather  puzzling  question,  but  the  answer  has  been  on  mind  mind  for  a  long  time.        ❜  The  man  said,  tyrian-coloured  hues  levelling  the  person  with  a  soft  look.  

            The  choice  between  Dazai  or  Chuuya's  life  would  bring  him  quite  a  lot  of  pain  ━━━━  call  him  foolish  or  sentimental  but  he  was  very  fond  of  both  boys.  Dazai  was  his  mirror,  so  much  of  him  that  he  could  see  on  those  brown  eyes.  And  Chuuya  was  the  sun,  so  much  power  for  destruction  and  yet  so  much  warmth  to  give  freely.  He  had  watched  them  become  men,  and  he  was  very  proud  of  all  he  had  managed  to  teach  them.  But  if  he  had  to  make  a  choice…

            ❛        My  choice  would  be  Chuuya.        ❜

            Chuuya  who  has  stuck  by  him,  Chuuya  who  is  loyal  to  a  fault,  Chuuya  whose  leadership  skills  put  him  at  the  first  place  on  his  list  of  successors.  Chuuya  who  would  die  for  Port  Mafia  in  the  same  way  Mori  would.  Dazai  might  be  his  mirror,  but  at  the  end  of  the  day,  Ougai  has  always  hated  himself  a  little  too  much.  

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❝ i love you, you know. ❞ // chuu->mori . @mcwscollective .

            𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  ;  the  crayon  she  held  in  her  tiny  hands  snapping  in  half,  electric  blue  eyes  going  dull  as  she  disappeared  ━━━━  unlike  other  times,  where  the  little  girl  would  go  to  another  room,  this  time  she  simply  vanished  into  thin  air.  All  the  indicators  one  would  ever  get  that  this  trauma  was  a  deeper  one,  older,  hidden  and  held  down  by  piles  and  piles  of  lesser,  more  manageable  trauma.  

            Mori  looked  up  from  his  paperwork,  tyrian-coloured  eyes  trying  to  look  at  Chuuya  and  see  the  young  man  he  adored,  and  not…not  the  image  those  dreadful  words  conjured  for  him.  ❛        I—      ❜    he  tried  to  speak,  throat  spasming  uncomfortably  so  he  had  to  stop,  clear  it  out  before  continuing.  ❛        As  I  do  you,  Chuuya.      ❜    The  response  was  weak,  whispered  even  in  the  low  light  of  his  office.  Mori  couldn’t  have  spoken  any  louder,  not  with  his  heart  rate  rising,  cold  sweat  beginning  to  make  him  shiver.  

            He  needed  a  moment  alone,  or  he’d  break  in  front  of  his  younger  lover.  A  thing  he’d  never  allow  himself  to  do.  ❛        Excuse  me  for  a  moment.  I  have  to  use  the  restroom.      ❜  He  said,  and  quickly  made  his  way  to  the  restroom  located  outside  his  office.  Locking  himself  inside  Mori  couldn’t  do  much  more  than  empty  his  stomach  on  the  toilet,  dry  heaving  as  bile  burned  his  throat.  Those  words  repeating  themselves  in  his  head,  Chuuya’s  voice  completely  gone.  Replaced  by  the  voice  of  his  father.  

            Picking  himself  up  from  the  floor,  he  broke  every  single  thing  in    front  of  him,  punching  the  mirror  as  the  emotions  crashed  within  him    ;    what  was  that?  what  was  that  heavy  weight  settling  in  his  stomach?  the  tightness  in  his  heart?  was  he  having  a  heart  attack?  no....than  what  was  it?  Mori  bit  his  hand  until  it  bled  when  that  dreadful  whisper  rose  up  from  the  depths  of  his  mind  ━━  I  own  you  Rintarou,  you  are  mine...my  little  boy...you'll  always  be  mine,  and  I  will  always  love  you  ━━  he  shook  with  disgust  and  anguish  he  hadn't  felt  since  he  was  a  toddler.

            He  had  to  remind  himself  that  Chuuya  wasn’t  his  father,  that  Chuuya  didn’t  know  the  effects  of  what  those  words  did  to  him.  That  Chuuya  was  an  innocent  bystander  to  Mori’s  heaps  and  heaps  of  trauma.  He  took  several  deep  breaths,  washed  his  mouth  as  best  as  he  could,  rising  the  taste  of  bile  from  his  tongue  before  he  returned  to  his  office.  Elise  trailing  behind  him,  a  little  less  lively,  almost  dull.

            ❛        Sorry  for  that.  I  think  I  have  a  migraine.  Would  you  like  to  come  home  with  me,  Chuuya-kun?      ❜    Mori  asked,  mostly  because  he  didn’t  want  to  be  alone,  and  because  perhaps  this  was  the  time  to  let  Chuuya  in  ━━━━  to  let  him  decide  if  he  could  be  with  someone  who’d  never  be  able  to  say  those  words  back  to  him.  

[aerael-a]

@feralspent . continued from . here

        𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈’𝐒  𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍  𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇  ;  even  despite  this  sudden  flutter  of  butterflies  in  his  stomach  at  the  younger’s  gesture,  he  was  incredibly  amused  to  see  this  particular  side  of  Akutagawa.  They  usually  didn’t  have  the  opportunity  to  talk  much,  and  so  getting  to  know  that  the  younger  man  would  so  easily  indulge  in  one  of  Ougai’s  little  jokes  was  pleasing  to  him.    ❛        Oh,  but  someone  might  tell  him.        ❜  He  winked,  and  that  was  Elise’s  cue  to  dash  forward,  red  dress  ruined  by  blood,  hair  wild  from  dancing  through  the  warehouse.    ❛        I’m  telling!        ❜  She  ran  away  in  a  mess  of  giggles,  and  Mori  followed  suit.  His  laughter  a  little  more  controlled  but  no  less  mischievous.  

            ❛        You’ll  protect  me,  won’t  you,  Ryuunosuke-kun?        ❜  He  was  joking,  Hirotsu  would  simply  fuss  and  say  the  boss  shouldn’t  be  taking  such  jobs,  and  Mori  would  pout  and  sulk  and  get  send  home.  It  was  a  fun  dynamic  they  had  developed  over  the  years.  Mori  was  incredibly  pleased  by  Akutagawa’s  response.  He  enjoyed  knowing  that  his  employees  were  as  efficient  as  they  could  be,  Port  Mafia’s  success  rates  were  almost  a  hundred  percent,  after  all.  

            ❛        As  expected  of  you,  Ryuunosuke-kun.      ❜  He  said,  pride  practically  dripping  from  his  velvety  voice.  ❛        Let  this  be  a  message  for  anyone  that  threatens  us  again.  They  will  be  met  with  absolute  annihilation.      ❜  Mori  could  pretend  to  be  nice  and  silly,  but  he  was  cruel  and  sadistic  to  those  who  crossed  him.  And  he  wanted  people  to  know  that,  especially  those  prone  to  attempt  crossing  him.  

            ❛        Say,  Akutagawa-kun,  would  you  join  me  for  tea?  All  of  this  has  got  me  a  bit  tired,  perhaps  age  is  finally  catching  up  to  me.        ❜  

[aerael-a]

@feralspent . continued from . here

          𝐒𝐀𝐓  𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐏  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐎𝐋𝐃  𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐊  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈  𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓  ;    resembling  an  excited  toddler  and  not  an  adult,  nor  a  ghost  he  supposed.  His  eyes  had  not  changed  in  death,  still  as  devilish,  cunning  and  alive  as  they  had  been  before  his  untimely  demise.  That  unique  shade  of  purple  almost  glowing  in  the  dim  light  of  the  boss’  office.  ❛        Mhm,  and  what  a  family  she  is.        ❜  Death  had  been  a  discovery  to  him,  he  had  been  so  familiar  with  it  in  life  and  yet  so  incredibly  ignorant  to  it  as  he  came  to  find  in  death.  

            ❛        You’ll  learn  one  day.  Sooner  rather  than  later,  I  suppose.        ❜  It  wasn’t  really  a  threat,  more  of  a  prediction.  With  him  dead,  he  wondered  who  was  caring  for  Akutagawa’s  frail  health,  if  anyone  at  all.  Elise  still  twirled  around  the  office,  electric  blue  eyes  too  seemed  to  glow,  now  more  unsettling  than  they  had  been  before.  

            ❛        Rintarou!  I  missed  home.  I  don’t  wanna  go  away  anymore!      ❜  She  giggled,  falling  to  the  luxurious  carpet  on  the  floor,  blonde  locks  spilling  around  her  like  gold.  

            ❛        What  a  wonderful  idea,  my  dear  Elise-chan!  I  completely  agree!        ❜    He  responded  to  her,  voice  impish  and  childlike  once  again.  He  would  be  sticking  around,  reminding  himself  of  what  once  was  his  to  call  home.    Akutagawa’s  next  words  catch  his  attention  and  Mori  wonders  who  still  remains  loyal  to  him.  He  would  guess  Kouyou  and  Chuuya,  perhaps  Hirotsu,  but  it  was  hard  to  say.  ❛        Indeed,  I  was  a  delight  to  be  around.        ❜  Ougai  pouted,  still  sulky  that  he  hasn’t  foreseen  Akutagawa  trying  and  succeeding  on  killing  him.

            ❛        And  given  that  they  know  you’ve  butchered  their  silly  little  boss,  it  must  be  hard  for  them  to  fully  trust  you.      ❜    Mori  knew  his  best  asset  was  his  charisma,  the  way  in  which  he  could  charm  people  so  easily  or  fool  them  into  thinking  he  was  just  a  silly  little  old  man.  It  was  what  had  allowed  him  to  conquer  Port  Mafia  from  the  previous  boss,  and  what  had  earned  him  the  undying  loyalty  of  most  of  the  people  that  worked  for  him.  Akutagawa  had  hard  shoes  to  fill  in,  and  Ougai  couldn’t  wait  to  see  how  this  would  unfold.  

[aerael-a]

Mori, if you could only keep three members of the pm on your side, which three would you pick?

            An  unusual  question  but  one  Mori  had  definitely  thought  about  before.  In  the  event  that  he  should  only  be  able  to  keep  three  members  by  his  side,  those  three  choices  were  pretty  clear  to  him.  

            ❛        Well,  I  suppose  it  is  quite  obvious,  is  it  not?        ❜    He  began,  crossing  his  legs  and  leaning  his  chin  against  his  hands.    ❛        I  would  keep  Kouyou-kun,  Chuuya-kun  and  Hirotsu-san  by  my  side.        ❜

            Kouyou  for  her  loyalty,  her  power  and  the  fact  that  he  was  very  fond  of  her.  Chuuya  for  his  strength  and  capabilities  as  a  leader,  and  Hirotsu  for  his  steady  mind  and  his  ability  to  reign  people  in.  They  would  be  a  solid  and  strong  group  to  have  around  him.  

[aerael-a]

        𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈  𝐆𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒  𝐀𝐓  𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀'𝐒  𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄  ;    he  was  delighted  by  the  younger  sorcerer’s  presence  ━━━  the  energy  around  him  something  akin  to  being  face  to  face  with  an  awakened  volcano.  The  raw  power  of  it  almost  overwhelming,  and  Ougai  couldn’t  wait  to  see  how  it’d  feel  like  once  he  shaped  it,  once  he  taught  Yuta  how  to  control  it.  

            ❛      I  am  sure  you  are,        ❜  he  nodded  in  approval.    ❛      Satoru-kun  can  be  a  wonderful  teacher,  but  he  lacks  experience.  I  am  sure  you’ll  learn  a  lot  from  me  on  your  time  here,  Yuta-kun.      ❜

            The  younger’s  questions  pleased  Mori  a  lot,  but  also  made  him  slightly  ticked  off  as  Gojo  seemed  to  not  have  told  his  young  student  anything.  How  irresponsible.  ❛      Hmm,  you  could  say  the  Institute  is  like  a  private  school.  Whilst  Tokyo  Jujutsu  High  accepts  any  and  every  sorcerer  they  can  find,  here  at  the  Institute  we  teach  those  with  remarkable  potential  to  be  more  than  just  a  sorcerer.        ❜

            Mori  was  proud  of  what  he  had  created,  proud  of  establishing  this  school  outside  of  the  higher  ups  claws,  proud  to  see  the  furious  looks  on  their  faces  when  they  realised  Mori  was  outside  of  their  little  net  of  influence  ━━━━  and  by  consequence  so  were  his  children.    ❛      You  are  a  peculiarity,  Yuta-kun,  though  I  have  students  with  similar  conditions,  none  is  exactly  like  you.        ❜  He  had  Chuuya  and  Akutagawa,  who  also  had  similar  conditions  but  Yuta  was  unique.  

            The  only  other  person  like  Yuta  he  had  ever  met  was  himself.

            ❛      I  must  ask  Yuta-kun,  will  you  allow  me  to  meet  your  curse?  I  am  most  excited  to  see  her.        ❜

Yuta can feel Ōgai's cursed energy, but it's definitely more controlled. Yuta knows how strong his can feel, if his classmates reactions are anything to go off of. It's strong, uncontrolled - for the most part, intense. He'd been getting better with it through training with Gojo and his classmates but for some reason, Gojo said he would do better here.

He listens quietly as Ōgai explains why he's here and how they both suffer from the same issues. His head tilts at that, curious to know a little more. He refrains from asking for now, wanting Ōgai to finish his explanation. Was he excited? Yuta wasn't sure what he felt, really. Nervous? Uneasy? He adjusts his bags, sighing softly. It wasn't ideal to have to stay on the grounds but Gojo-sensei had specifically told him that he needed to.

Yuta had his suspicions on why.

"I'm...excited to learn what I can." He settles on those words, relaxing his shoulders and trying to seem more at ease.

He glances around, taking in the current surroundings of the institute. "So, uhm, what's the purpose of this place? Is it just for training? Isn't that what the schools are for? Or is there more to it? Do you mainly deal with people like me? With strong curses like Rika?"