#( ic; shuji. )

[shizukais]

[deathfavor]

@kyukicho said: 🛑 - Senma

send 🛑 for my muse (receiver) to protect yours (sender)

   Hanma lifts an eyebrow as he idles beside a major intersection, watching the lights change and people cross the roads on the path of their destination. He hasn’t decided where he intends to go next though. So he stands like a pillar against the outside of a business wall and watched the people come and go without much interest. He watches one of the lights turn from green to yellow and tilts his head as an engine revs. Some idiot is really going to try to make it. They aren’t going to. Dumbass. Hanma snorts as he shakes his head.

   He drops his gaze just in time to catch a glimpse of Senju and allows a small grin. Well, he didn’t have any plans, so why not see if he can tag along with whatever she might be up to? Hanma straightens up and starts to move through the crowd. He’d prefer not to have to try to spot her through the crowd when crossing roads or on the other side. He considers yelling out, but it appeared like she had headphones on, rendering that as pointless. It's fine, he could catch up.

  He very abruptly realizes the engine has not slowed or stopped. Shit. 

   “ MOVE! “ Hanma shoves people out of his way as he takes a few running steps while the light turns red. His hand reaches out as the crosswalk sign switches and grabs the back of Senju’s hoodie, forcefully yanking her back before she can step out. 

   It’s too much strength and not enough bracing. When he yanks her, he falls backwards himself with his arms wrapped around her while the car goes flying through the light. It hurts when he hits the ground. Pain explodes in his back and his head as it smacks against the concrete but there’s no indication of it besides a grunt. He’s too afraid to look down. He doesn’t mind the potential anger at using too much force. An angry but alive Senju is better than the alternative. Logically he knows she’s fine. He’d just barely managed to grab her, he had though and that's what mattered. But maybe it’s the autumn chill that makes him think of winter, maybe it’s the cloudy skies that remind him, all he knows is he doesn’t want to look down. He doesn’t want to relax his secure grip and he doesn’t give a shit about the people talking and panicking. It won't be mangled limbs but he's afraid that it will be. 

  He’s shaking.  It's a strange sensation for Hanma to realize when he feels the suble tremble in his llimbs. Hanma slowly forces his hands and arms to relax, staring down at Senju with eyes that are more black than they are gold by how dilated his eyes are. This adrenaline isn't good adrenaline, its sour and bitter. All he can hear is his own heart pounding in his ears and something strangling him as he tries to swallow. Make a joke. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. He tries to speak but he can only hear his own stuttering breaths in the deafening silence. He’d laugh at himself if he could but he can’t. Not in this situation. Not when it brutally rips open everything he’s suppressed and hidden and thought he was numb to. He doesn’t even know what to do  -  fear is not an expression Hanma wears often or even feels.

His hand runs through her hair for a moment - and then he drops his head back against the sidewalk with a slower exhale while he stares at the miserable sky and blinks intensely for a few seconds.

[sociieties]

@soulsballad: aimi walks in and is about to tell shuji, but ran follows suit and easily wraps his arm around her head, his large palm clamping over her mouth. he wants to tell this story. " you might want to make an appointment with the doctors office, long neck. you're apparently still growing, " reluctantly, he lets the smaller woman go, ignoring the way she tuts in annoyance and storms off to sit down. " rindo's also apparently an alcoholic, but you know, details. one of that hanagaki takemichi's friends has been stalking us for info, and for some weird fucking reason he's learned that you're still growing. " concerning, really. " i give you another three years and you'll get moved into the zoo to live with the giraffes. "

the fact that any of this is happening not even five minutes after he’d woken up means that it’s happening far too soon. if not that aimi left alone and came back with those fucking idiot twins, then the fact that ran’s already annoyed aimi but trying to shut her up via suffocation or some shit. annoying bastard never knows when to stop, like when he carries on to tell him about himself and shuji only chooses to sit up as rindo shoves past his twin to get inside. “ what the fuck are you talking about, you creep? ” it’s more or less all he can bother asking, more so lost on how this was information ran could get his hands on, but the bastard proceeds to explain that it’s something someone else found out and he’s left with more questions. quiet for a moment, his attention turns towards rindo, who only shrugs, annoyed over something he doesn’t feel like pinning, then his full attention moves back to ran. “ and how the fuck would he know that? ” shifting, shuji finally forces himself upright, staring for a moment later before he turns to aimi, shit eating grin in tow. “ if that’s true, then aimi-chan might finally ditch your brother for me. ”

[requiemofrebellion]

DIFFICULT PERSON TEST.

You are a very difficult person to get along with (65.71%).

" Well, look at this. The rest of you got nothing on me. "

[ahsterism]

"WHERE MOST men have a spine... I have a little stack of cotton candy. And— I would gladly choose to walk on broken glass, with bare feet, rather than have a conversation be just a little weird for even a single second-"

[tavwrote]

👀 + did you expect to get away with it? (The masterminds uwu)

" yes, and i did. multiple times and with several different outcomes, even. " as if she hadn't still lost in the end, ritsuko laughs softly, warm smile contrasting every foul thing she did to her classmates. " junko could never. "

" obviously. the killing game was... only one of several matches i did not intend to lose. i should not have lost, especially with yasu at my side. i don't understand how my most powerful piece did nothing for me in the end. i admit, i am not sure where i went wrong... "

[gyoukukens]

tag dump.

♡ . *   ooc.   ›   shut up‚ shuji

♡ . *   ic.   ›   with this treasure‚ i summon...

♡ . *   answered.   ›   read 2:31pm.

♡ . *   visage.   ›   second grade sorcerer : megumi.

♡ . *   isms.   ›   no one could judge us.

♡ . *   promo.   ›   scrolling through social media...

♡ . *   dash comm.   ›   slice of life at jujutsu tech.

♡ . *   hc.   ›   study &&. notes.

♡ . *   crack.   ›   sighs... tokyo.

♡ . *   inbox.   ›   send a text to : megumi.

♡ . *   hidden inventory arc.   ›   young child prodigy.

♡ . *   shibuya incident arc.   ›   i'll die first‚ good luck yourself.

[unholybuttercup]

❛  ah ,  ah -  don’t  touch .  ❜ hanma @ kazutora or chifuyu c:

THE ENORMITY OF MY DESIRE Ꮺ ACCEPTING

　⁣　it's annoying , frustrating even , hanma's constant necessity to tease . take and take until people can't take it anymore . usually it's fun despite what chifuyu seems to show or say , only childish bikering between them as matsuno struggles to have no reaction to it , but it's not so bothering when he's in a good mood , when he's not in a situation where all his nerves feel like they're going to explode or when he doesn't feel like punching the taller straight in the nose .

　⁣　he likes it , he'd admit , just not when his hardened cock keeps being deprived of any potential relieving friction .

　⁣　❛ ah , ah , don't touch . ❜ chifuyu inhales sharply , fingers twitching only centimeters away from his own shaft , and he's more than likely to obey if he doesn't want this torture to last any further . he already feels like bursting , he can't take much more of it .

　⁣　sin and punishment rest on milky chest , ministrations on chifuyu's nipples never stopping , tearing a soft whimper out of him . the blonde doesn't know what hanma's trying to prove , but it's slowly getting on his nerves . he's too whiny for his own taste , too red in the face and chest , and way too vulnerable under the reaper's grip .

　⁣　“ please . . ” chifuyu has no other choice but to beg , and he's perfectly aware that is what hanma's been waiting for . he would hate it , if it didn't give him the promise of future relief . and yet , chifuyu still manages to send the other a glare . “ fuckin' hanma , do something about it already . ” his own voice is embarrassing , giving away the fact that a part of himself enjoy the sweet torture and that he's so weak against shuji's palms .

[sociieties]

shuji groans, turning over in his spot as aimi talks about things he doesn’t care about, not at all processing a single word she has to say to him. something, something, five hours. something, something, train. something, starve. who the fuck cares? “ don’t care, ” he eventually mutters, words most likely going unheard during to the muffle and someone else speaking. “ get out… ”

rindo swats back at ran, halfheartedly slapping his brother’s arm when his own hip is hit, eyes rolling at his twin’s effort before he sighs, already on his way out with aimi again when ran speaks up, this time more awake than before. “ get your head out of the gutter, there’s children present. ” he meant it literally, as shuji and ran, also tori, were all sleeping in the same bed — but if ran wants to take it another way, then so be it. he blinks, gaze snapping from brother to girlfriend. “ i still say we let them starve, we did have to clean up their mess. ” he pauses, looking towards tori. well / it doesn’t sit right with him to let the kid go hungry, too. “ tori, come on, you can’t eat snacks all day. come eat. ”

❝ good morning, sunshine, ❞ comes aimi's response to hanma's not so nice demand. she's standing over him with her hands on her hips, scowling down at the boy. ❝ hanma, get up. ❞ reaching out, she gives the pillow he had over his head a smack. ❝ you idiots have been sleeping for five hours. ran and rindo missed the train home. ❞ which wasn't really an issue, aimi would have let rindo move in with her if he wanted to. it was ran that was the issue. shooting the boy a look, he doesn't seem to be listening to his brother either. ❝ okay well fuck you both then. stay in here and starve, ❞ turning, she walks around to rindo, tugging on his arm gently. ❝ we can just go and eat the shit ton of chinese food we went out and bought. ❞

ran, upon being woken, is already bitter, but now the pain in his face has intensified, he's even more grumpy. rindo speaks and ran flings his arm at his brother, effectively swatting him in the hip. ❝ fuck off, rin, ❞ rolling over onto his side, he pulls the pillow he's stolen further down, getting comfortable once again. it's only now he hears the tv, peeking an eye open to see tori on the floor, having made herself a fort of sorts with shuji's clothes, all curled up and watching a movie. how cute. just as he goes to try to sleep, rindo speaks again. ❝ i slept with no one, unlike you, slut. ❞ there's silence before aimi speaks, and just like that, the thought of returning to slumber goes right out the window. ❝ what did you get? ❞

[shizukais]

[deathfavor]

" Hate to ruin the fun for you guys, but I don't have a big fear. I'll take an extra shot though for your efforts. Closest I can say is I don't want to feel absolutely nothing all the time again. " Cheers! Down goes another shot for Hanma.

[deathfavor]

   Oh. Hanma shakes his head at her words, though he can’t fault her for misunderstanding. “ No, I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I chose that role willingly. I was always myself. “ No one could force Hanma to do anything, he was an unrestrained force that obeyed only because he chose to. He was never not him. Even being a pawn didn’t spare Kisaki from Hanma’s antics or a sharp reminder of just who he was when he felt inclined towards it.  

   She says all of that like its so easy. Maybe it was for other people. 

  “ Didn’t learn. “ He shakes his head slightly. At least, he doesn’t think he did outside of perhaps some tactics or details but nothing the way he can imagine she means it. Living for Kisaki meant having grand ambitions, living for himself…was just dragging himself through each day.  

   What was he supposed to be stretching out for? What did he want to seize? He didn’t know. He didn’t know while everyone else seemed to know. The big, the small, it didn’t matter. He did things spur of the moment because it would spontaneously offer some amusement – not because he planned it. He can feel the trail of her fingers over him, a distant thought despite the closeness. 

  He feels…tired. So, so tired. A tiredness that reached deep into his bones and promised a deep sleep whenever he would finally give into it. It’s too much, the adrenaline rush and subsequent crash, the rip at wounds and emotions. She’s crying and he doesn’t know why, only tastes them on the kiss and the dampness of her cheeks.  

   Should he be doing something? That doesn’t help to consider if he’s not sure why. 

   A knight? A puff of air leaves him – weakly amused at the title that is so ill-fit for him as he sinks his head back down. “ Slayer maybe, knight’s pushing it. “ He mumbles the joke against her shoulder. Let her give him purpose? He wonders. But it can’t hurt. “M’kay.” He agrees quietly, fighting back the yawn that threatens to escape. " Let's see what you can do. " A quiet murmur, but there's at least a tinge of a smile and one hand lifts to affectionately ruffle with her hair.  

She follows every movement. Every shuttering breath and swallowed word. Wishes, prays, he could truly let go and feel. Even if it hurt, even if he cried and hated her for it. She just wants him to be able to understand himself.

A pawn? Is that really what he thought he was? She wasn't sure how to respond to that. Not wanting to negate it completely but believing him to be so much more now. "Maybe you were once. A pawn, but you can be your own person too. Take everything you learned from Kisaki and further yourself. Live for him and you. You don't have to have grand ambitions just something you want, even if it's small, or day by day."

She see him. Holding back tears, locked up in his own thoughts. Please cry, please just feel. She begs in her thoughts when the tears stain her cheeks. The hands on his face trail back. Drifting against the skin on the back of his neck.

Those words come as a bittersweet knife. It's true, she understood deep down that she meant something to him. But to hear it is so much more. To hear it from Shuji is like a dream. Yet it doesn't make her feel better, her focus is on him, and despite the words she had longed to hear she can't stop the tears.

There's a small yet sharp inhale at the fingers in her hair. Arms now capable of fully wrapping around him as he curls into her. Holding him as if she could protect him from the world. From the pain and fear. Her confession isn't meaningless. She didn't expect a direct answer or even one at all. But Senju needed it said. Needed him to understand how, if she was important, he was equally so. It's why she was here, why she did and said what she did. Wanted it, for once, to be given a name. Love, she did this for love.

Whether the kiss takes her breath away, or whether she had none left to give, she's unsure. If his lips trembled, hers were steady and firm. If he wouldn't cry, her tears would leave salted tinges to the kiss. "No longer a pawn." She whispers against his lips. "You're the knight to my tower. You help give me purpose, let me do the same. I may not have grand designs, but to live everyday with you is what I really want."

[sociieties]

@barrenstars: when the last knot is tied aimi stands back, admiring her work. before her, bound by his feet and hands first, and then bound to her computer chair by a few pairs of jump ropes, was hanma. her new boyfriend; of not even a week. ❝ comfortable? i hope not. ❞ turning, she strolls over to her bed, sits up and opens the steaming box of pizza, using her hand to waft the scent of freshly baked dough over in his direction. ❝ poor chifuyu, my beloved little sweetheart probably wasn't when you tied him up with his own sash. ❞ scowling, her hand dips into the box and picks a piece of pizza up, reaching up to take a bite and chew, making sure to give a moan of contentment, so he knew it was some good-ass pizza. ❝ it's a shame, this pizza is so good but i won't eat it all. i'll just pick the rest of the toppings off and toss the rest in the bin i guess. ❞ with that she shifts to lay back and turns the volume of her tv up, giving scooby doo her undivided attention.

aimi, his girlfriend, is actually insufferable. he's come to learn ( and accept this ) before they even started dating, aware of just how much the two of them went through just to finally get together. they fought quite about before they even got together, why should anything be any different afterwards, but this is not that. this -- aimi tying him up to a computer chair while picking over pizza -- is some form of strange cruelty. he knows it. she knows it.

girlfriend speaks and he cranes his head to the left, blinking stupidly at her as she goes on to talk about chifuyu and what he did, causing him to laugh as he recounts his own doing. december was fun and this made it absolutely worth it. his christmas, despite how rough it was beginning to look, was extremely fun -- and now he's reaping the consequences. hanma scoffs in amusement, then expression shifts to almost a puppy-like sorrow as she moans over pizza.

" aimi-chan~ " hanma whines, pouting while she talks about picking the toppings off. don't waste good pizza. aimi's sick, actually, he's determined. " you're sick, you know that? " a rich line, coming from him, he's sure of it. " untie me, " volume on the tv raises and he groans, struggling against the jump ropes. louder this time, " aaaiiiimmmmiiiii-channnnn!! "

[requiemofrebellion]

@valorheroics ― * ― Send 💦 to throw a bucket of water on my muse

💦 // Yuzuha at Hanma

He saw her approaching, saw the bucket in hand filled with water but he didn’t think to move. He assumed it was for something or someone else. He was very quick to learn that he should have indeed moved because next thing he knew, he was soaked in the front. His hair that was styled up now falling into his face, water droplets slowly dripping down his face. His shirt and jacket soaked as well, his pants though were more or less spared. 

His mouth formed into a smirk, staring her down. It was quite the bold move, one many wouldn’t have done. He was even more impressed that she approached him where he saw instead of doing a sneak attack from behind. The girl got guts and he admired that within someone. 

“ You sure you’re not gonna regret that later? If you apologize now, I may not hold a grudge. ” He finally said, playful but there was a little bit of danger behind his voice. Of course nothing that would actually cause her harm, no, but he would get her back.

[deathfavor]

@raytm said: ❝  you belong to me.  ❞ kisaki about 2 get the death blow

Possessive, territorial, and jealous starters

Thrilling. There are precious few things in life that manage to catch Shuji Hanma by surprise. And there are fewer that can hold his attention after that initial spark of something in his chest, like trying to start a car with a dying battery. ( Maybe it's only a matter of time till he feels nothing at all. ) Except, there is one exception to this: Tetta Kisaki. Tetta Kisaki, who makes Hanma feel alive for the first time in far too many years, who paints the world full of color whether he's smirking with arrogant victory or snarling in anger. Thrilling. This is all so thrilling. It thrums in Hanma's veins.

" Jealousy looks good on you, Ki ~ sa ~ ki ~ " Hanma purrs back, drawing out the name for fun, because he knows it makes Kisaki's eye twitch with irritation. He wonders if it really was jealousy that had Kisaki seething. Hanma draws attention: mostly fear, but there's always freaks who get off on that, or who come charging towards danger. Maybe they have a death wish. Maybe it's just that Hanma has a dangerous kind of charm - a you're the type my parents said to stay away from look that lured some in.

He doesn't expect to feel Kisaki grab his shirt and yank him down like a misbehaving animal tugged by a catchpole and forced to heed. Surprise shoots through him, intoxicatingly intense when amber eyes stare directly at Kisaki's eyes, through the reflection. He giggles, grinning like he's won the lottery. And he has. Because what were the chances he would find the one who could make him remember what it was like to be human instead of just cloth and bone; something living rather than a skeleton abandoned to the elements for the world to pick apart. He grins, licks his lips, but stays quiet.

Kisaki practically hisses the words again and Hanma can hear his blood pounding in his ears. He's honest; jealousy DOES look good on Kisaki. It's all funny. Kisaki can hiss and snarl, but they both know Hanma can break Kisaki like a kid to a fragile statue. They both know he won't. ( At least, not as long as he's entertained. ) Only Kisaki can get away with this ; handling the reaper like he's just a directionless animal that needs guidance.

Hanma thinks he really might follow Kisaki to the end of the world if that's what he wants.

" Yeah. " Hanma answers - and suddenly Hanma has a cold feeling on the back of his neck. Like he's somehow just cursed Kisaki. His smile freezes for a second, halted like a picture. It's ridiculous of course. There's no reason for that feeling to be sweeping over him. He's puzzled - if anything, he should feel bad that HE admitted what they've known, not feel uneasy for Kisaki. But somehow Hanma's confession and admission feels like a signature on a death warrant.

The reaper pushes it down when he refocuses on Kisaki, grin stretching across his face again. " Yeah, I do. " His voices comes out rougher, scratching along his throat with the admission. Will it catch Kisaki by surprise for him to admit it? He can't wait to see.

[deathfavor]

Damn. Ran actually conceded to back out of that one. That wasn't nearly as fun as he was hoping for. Hanma snorts, deciding to straighten just a bit from his usual slouched form juuuust to add a bit more salt. " I didn't say I expected to. Maybe check your hearing? " He parrots back before shrugging. " The only fact I said was that you were third on the list of IF I did from Tenjiku. "

he should've known hanma would take the coward's way out. ran twirls his braid with practiced nonchalance, ( begrudgingly ) looking up at hanma from under dark lashes, batting them innocently.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤyou're right, you're right, i take it back. it's not called having low standards, it's called being an idiot if you think you even have a chance in the first place. maybe manage your expectations?ㅤ’