#I am perfectly normal for mahito

[after-witch]

Seeker [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Title: Seeker [Yandere Mahito x reader]

Synopsis: Mahito wants to play a game. Just a lil thing I had to write after Mahito's line about wanting to hunt down humans in the woods from the most recent JJK ep.

Word count: 2000ish

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, mentions of malnourishment, reader isn't having a good ol' time, mahito is his own warning

If you were prone to long bouts of deep thought in your current state of existence, you might ask yourself: How did it come to this? How did you go from an ordinary life of going to work, coming home, running errands, going to bed, going to work, coming home, running errands, going to bed, going to work--

To this? 

To being held captive by some unknowable cursed creature with a patchwork face and a penchant for wild, impulsive violence?

To being pinched and held and kissed at his whims, to being kept inside a crude cage at night with a nest of blankets as your only comfort? 

He had offered to let you sleep with him inside the hammock the first time you quietly asked if you could have a mattress, perhaps three weeks into your captivity, although your sense of time was no longer cohesive. But you thought about it (pressed so close to him, vulnerable, awkward, fumbling--) and shook your head, so he shrugged, grinning, and shut the door on your cage instead.)

You had only brought up the issue once more, pointing out that people slept on beds or mattresses, and if he was going to keep you then could you at least get something more comfortable than a few blankets on top of a metal cage bottom? 

And he’d simply tilted his head and said, in a tone that might be called innocent if the phrase wouldn’t have immediately evaporated in his vicinity--

“Huh?” He looked genuinely perplexed, and you remember the twisting feeling it created in your stomach to see such a human-like expression on  him. “But humans keep their pets in kennels, don’t they?” He had gestured towards the water bottle and bag of expired Family Size chips he’d thrown in your cage a few days prior, brows furrowed, voice petulant. “I even keep your food inside so you can eat when I’m gone! Most of them don’t do that!”  

You shut up, then, and you certainly didn’t ask him to elaborate on his referral to you as his pet.

You don’t ask for elaboration on much nowadays, because you’ve decided it’s often better not to know. It’s better not to know how he chooses the victims that he transforms into monsters. It’s better not to know how conscious they are, when their mouths form pleas and screams. It’s better not to know if you’ll ever end up like them, writhing and deformed. 

Except now, you are being hurled into a completely new situation that has every nerve in your body frayed and burning, and that need to know what the hell is happening grows stronger with every step.

He’s taken you out. Out of the drain and into the light--the brightness and softness of the outside world hurts as much as it provides a twisting sort of relief, competing furiously with the fear growing in your belly. 

And, more specifically, he’s dragged you into the forest. Off the marked paths, pulling you here and there like a ragdoll while you trip and stumble to keep up with him, all the while he intermingles assurances of how fun this will be (“You’ll love it, I promise~!”) with giggles that make your stomach lurch.

Until finally he stops, in the middle of the woods. It’s both familiar and unfamiliar; the droning chirps of insects looking for mates, the sound of leaves rustling in the breeze. Gnats buzz by your face but you’re too frightened to swat them away with your free hand, as Mahito has yet to release his grip on your wrist. He has yet to even turn around, instead looking around him--up and about, grinning, almost closing his eyes as if he’s forgotten that you’re there at all. 

Finally, you can’t take it anymore. You have to know.

“Mahito?” Your voice cracks, dry from what little water you had today and the trek into the forest.

His eyes widen--like he’s just recalled your existence--and slowly, he turns his head towards you, a wide grin on his face.

“Ye-ee-es?” 

You grit your teeth. You try not to sound frustrated or heaven--not that you think it exists, anymore--forbid, look frustrated, because that usually doesn’t end well. 

“I was just…” You swallow, thick, and smile a little. “Wondering why we’re out here. Not--not that I’m complaining. It’s… really nice.”

He giggles. Which can be good or bad, and you’re not sure which of those two his current mood falls under yet.

And then he yanks your wrist, and pulls you close to him. You stumble against his chest, but he catches you, and keeps you still.

“We’re going to play a game.”

Oh. It was a bad giggle. At least for you.

“A… game?” You shouldn’t ask, you don’t want to know. But this isn’t the type of thing Mahito will let you close your eyes about, is it? 

There’s an awful giddiness in his voice as he continues.

“Yes! I read about it in a book. Oh!” He grins. “And I’ve seen kids playing it at playgrounds. It’s called tag.” He pauses, and then continues, as if explaining something remarkably patiently to a child. “One person is the seeker, and they seek the other person until they find them and tag them! And then that person is the seeker.”

He’s going to chase you. He’s going to chase you. He’s going to--

You wonder if the feeling of your nerves trying to leave your body through your feet can show on your soul. Probably, because Mahito reaches up and squishes your lips together with his fingers.

“Don’t worry! I’ll be the seeker first, so you don’t have to worry about not catching me.” He stretches his neck to one side and smiles, giving a satisfied sigh. “I’m so generous, right?” 

“Mahito,” you say, and you say his name again because he likes it when you do, “Mahito, I’m… not good at games like this. Wouldn’t you rather just have a picnic today? Or we could…” You look around, fumbling for something that doesn’t involve you running through the woods being chased by a monster.

He pouts. Honest-to-goodness pouts, puffing up his cheek, looking hurt and frustrated. 

And then he whirls you around and presses himself up against your back, and the silly pout has drained from his body and his voice as he whispers low in your ear, dark and tinged with something distinctly inhuman. 

“I’ll give you 60 seconds. That’s enough time, isn’t it, for a human like you?” You can feel goosebumps dotting the back of your neck, and you jolt when one of his fingers traces them on your skin. “Let’s see… how about we play for 5 minutes? And if I catch you, I get to play a different game with you! One you haven’t been letting me play…” 

Fear constricts your throat. You don’t ask what this ‘different’ game is because the thought of knowing might just make you vomit.

You already feel like you might, bile and fear sticky in your stomach. This is happening. It’s going to happen. You can’t stop it. 

He blows a puff of air in your ear, and the dark thread of tension has dissolved as he gives you a playful shove. You can hear the grin back in his voice. 

He claps once, twice, three times. 

“And… ready… set… go!” 

You propel yourself forward on shaky legs and malnourished muscles. How long has it been since you’ve run anywhere? Much less in the woods, wearing worn out shoes, with a curse who could do worse than kill you with a single touch just yards behind you. 

“Oh!” You hear his voice from behind you, distinct but growing fainter. “I’ll start counting, okay?”

You don’t answer--you couldn’t even if you wanted to, chest heaving and breath panting from exertion already--but keep putting your feet to the ground, desperate to put as much distance between you and Mahito in 60 seconds as you can.

“One… two…”

Should you run in a straight line for much longer? 

“Three… four…”

Maybe you should turn another way, and make it harder for him to reach you.

“Five… six…”

You might even be able to find somewhere to hide, right? The woods could have tree hollows or caves or something, anything, that could give you some cover. You could wait out the 5 minutes in hiding, rather than trying to run.

“Seven… eight… nine…”

Your brain makes your decision for you, and you veer off to the left, keeping your legs pumping as fast as you can. His voice is getting fainter with every second counted, which must mean you’re making the right choice.

“Ten.”

Your body jerks itself back just as Mahito appears in front of you, hands on his hips, a sly grin on his face.

“Found you!”

Your legs stumble back, a weak attempt to turn and run, but he grabs your wrists and keeps you from getting anywhere. It’s not fair. It’s not--

You shake your head and feel the anger coming despite your fear and heaving chest and his firm grip on your wrists. 

“You… you said you’d give me sixty seconds! That was only ten!”

Mahito shakes his own head, soft hair falling over his shoulders. “Mm… I said I’d give you sixty seconds, and I am! You’ve got mmm…” He considers, tilting his head. “40 seconds left or so.” 

What is he talking about? You furrow your eyebrows. “But you… you said you’d give me a 60 second head start.”

He blinks at you, and you hate how he can look so innocent, despite everything. You hate even more that you’re never entirely sure when he’s being genuinely naive or pretending. “Nuh-uh. I didn’t say I wouldn’t run in those 60 seconds, too, just that you had 60 seconds. You really ought to pay attention when someone’s explaining the rules of a game!” 

He grins foolishly at you and all you can do is tug at your wrists, hoping he’ll either make a mistake and let go or get bored of holding you and let you try to run for it again. But he does neither, simply keeping a firm grip on you while you pull and pull, feet digging into the ground. 

Useless. Stupid. Weak.

The tears come, then. Ugly and hot, making your face squish and your lips curl even as you continue to uselessly pull against his grip. You were never going to get away and he knew it and you knew it, too, but did he have to make it so cruel? 

“Th-th…this isn’t fair,” you choke out, your tears thickening your voice. 

Mahito does release one wrist, then, but only so he can wipe at your tears roughly with his thumb and lick it afterwards. 

“D-D-Don’t be a spoilsport,” he coos. Then he sighs, happy and content, like a cat who has gotten all the cream and more. “60 seconds is up, and I’ve still got you so… I win!”

He pulls on your wrist then, bringing you close to his chest. 

“That means you have to play what I want to play now, okay?”

You look into his mismatched eyes and you’re terrified of what you find. 

He leans forward and rubs his nose against your cheek, humming happily.

“You’ll like this one, I think.” You can feel his smile against your cheek, the upward tug of his muscles. “Although I can’t make any promises!” 

You don’t ask what game he wants to play now. 

Sometimes, it’s better not to know. 

[sunrisevariant]

I’m back on my bullshit pissed as ever at anime fans refusing to be anything other than ableist ✨

There’s recently been a huge rise in an AU in the JJK fandom where Nobara survived Mahito’s attack and wears an eyepatch. All fine and dandy. I don’t mind that one bit. I do believe that her facial injuries would require either reconstructive surgery or something larger than an eye patch to cover the damage, but all in all, I’m content with that. I love Nobara and actively stopped watching after she died for a long while. This AU is a-okay in my books, and I honestly quite enjoy the thought of it.

Until I see how people are drawing it.

Every. Single. Fucking. Post. She just has that inaccurate, stereotypical “Perfectly Normal Eye That’s Just A Little Milky But Otherwise Looks Fine.” No scarring around the eye. No disfigurations. Not even a glass eye. Nothing.

Are we, perhaps, forgetting this scene where you can see Yuji clear through her fucking head??

This one? Remember this?? Ringing any bells??? Yeah that’s a hole in her fucking head

I am so sick and tired of people with physical differences/disabilities/etc having the reality of what their bodies look like being ignored or having their physical traits watered down until they can be shoved right back into conventionally beautiful little boxes wrapped up in pretty pink bows because we can’t be considered beautiful in our differences. And it always, ALWAYS boils down to this: we make able bodied people uncomfortable. We have to censor ourselves because other people feel like they’re entitled to not looking at us in public.

Someone is not less than because of their physical appearance. They are not unworthy of love or acceptance for showing visible signs surviving a severe physical trauma. They are not less beautiful, less acceptable, less anything. They do not deserve to feel shunned, outcasted, or like some alien out of a horror movie just because the Christians got their holy panties in a wad over them looking “demonic”, solely because they are, again, physically different.

Just in case I need to reiterate: HER FUCKING HEAD HAD A HOLE THROUGH IT.

Her eye would be gone! It was completely blown out and unsalvageable! Her face would not look the same! It And guess that? That is fuckin FINE!

She’s allowed to look different! She doesn’t even have to feel “ugly” because of it! Sure, it might take her a while to feel okay about it, she might struggle, but she does not have to view herself as some disgusting monster in this AU just because she’s now different from how she was before Shibuya.

Give her ACCURATE INJURIES. She lost part of her brain, yall! make the recovery process include coming to terms with her new appearance and learning to accept and love herself, INCLUDING her face. Show her getting used to the sudden loss of vision! The change to her depth perception and how she copes with it! How she might struggle with her speech or her coordination after suffering a traumatic brain injury! That makes for SUCH a more compelling story than “ouhhhh she wanted to be a model but now she CAN��T because she’s DISABLED and UGLY!!!”

I am SICK AND FUCKING TIRED of anime fans woobifying injuries that could have killed someone it’s mithrun all fucking over again

[sasusakucore]

the more i think about it

the more i feel sakura can perfectly fit in jujutsu kaisen verse

naruto and sasuke are too op

but sakura? girlie can fit in just fine

if she is a teacher possibly a special grade sorcerer due to her healing ability which can go beyond normal healing

in simple letter rct that surpasses gojo too

her main ability related to super strength which can hutt soul directly

because sakura has a lot of chakra in her original verse i imagine her to have lot of ct so possibly domain expansion

she is nobara's sensei

and we can legit go crazy with love interest-

sksksksksk nanami or higuruma- or hey if it's sasusaku.....sasuke can be a normal house husband who is former sorcerer

she would be so protective of yuji-

if she is a student:

total dork and hothead

gojo's top 5 student

i would make her protective of the trio

totally tease nobara for having crush on maki (my otp ship nobamaki) also saved nobara from mahito

same ct as her adult counterpart

love interest? because sakura loves the emo's possibly megumi or yuta?

her sensei is not only gojo but also utahime to help her control her immense ct and develop her rct

what's cha think?

I am so sorry bestie, but I haven't read jujutsu kaisen. I just seen bits of it from my mutuals across social media so I can't really say much though I saw them making crossover arts with sakura in it. I am sure you might be right because while sakura is tremendously strong and intelligent, she isn't too op like naruto and sasuke, so she will fit well in universes like jujutsu kaisen(where fights with intense powers take place) and can be a very strong fighter in those universes. And as for her personality, sakura(atleast the version at the end the og naruto, shippuden and boruto) would definitely get along with many(and tease them when they get a love interest and play matchmaker) and she would definitely be a good teacher. Sasuke being a househusband is a cool concept because my boy would finally have peace and would get to spend more time with his family. And sakura would an awesome student.

[bebouhito]

Nanahito domestic AU, post mpreg, fluff, 440 words

"Kento?"

"Hrrmph…?"

"Are you asleep?"

"... I was."

"..." 

Nanami couldn't afford to lose a single hour of sleep during the short periods of time that the baby wasn't crying.

"Why did you wake me up?"

No reply.

"Mahito?"

"You sound mad."

"I'm not, I'm just tired. You should be sleeping too."

"How can you sleep?"

Nanami propped himself up on his elbow to get a better look at Mahito.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you feel it too?"

"I'm sorry, but it's four in the morning and I have no idea what you're talking about. Can't it wait a few hours?"

Mahito's frown showed that no, it couldn't wait.

"I think there's something in my belly, where the baby used to be, and it keeps telling me bad things could happen to him at any moment, even when everything's alright. I feel like he might be constantly needing something, even when he's not crying, and I doubt myself. I created a whole, fully functional human being, but now that he's his own person, I feel like this is too much, and so much bigger than me. When I look at him, I think he's sending emotional beams directly into my brain because I've never felt like this before. Can he do that?"

Nanami laughed softly and draped his arm over Mahito's chest, gently forcing him to lay back down.

"Maybe he can, because I feel the same."

"See! I was right!"

"Shhh. It's parental anxiety. It's perfectly normal."

"If you feel it too, then how can you sleep so well?"

"I'm human, so I always needed more sleep than you in the first place. But I also tell myself that I'm fully prepared to handle this… tiny human-curse hybrid and that I don't have to deal with all this on my own."

They were face to face now, with their faces close together, so Mahito could see Nanami's little smile.

"That means you can rely on me, and that, whatever happens, I'll be by your side."

"... Am I always going to feel like this?"

"I'm afraid so. But it's a good thing. It shows how much love you have for him. I can tell. You are so, so loving."

"I love you, too."

Wailing could be heard from the next room. Nanami sighed and pressed a kiss to Mahito's forehead before getting out of bed. They both knew it was supposed to be Mahito's turn to go.

"Get some sleep. I can do a lot, but I can't handle two sleep-deprived babies at the same time."

Mahito didn't protest. He loved still being Nanami's baby.

[wri0thesley]

Hello!!!!

I'm sorry that you had a bad evening!!! I am throwing hands at anything and anyone who made you endure a bad evening!! >:(((

But! Just wanted to say that you are an amazing, talented and sweet person!!! I adore you very much!!! 🥺💕💖💕💖💕💖

Also!! Sjsknsosos you're Mahito chapter for well rounded education was so soooooooo hot!! AKOSNSOAOA THE WAY YOU DESCRIBED HIM MADE ME FEEL SO GIDDY AND SQUIRMY AND JUST AHHHHH I LOVED ALL OF IT SOOOO MUCH!!!! 💖💗💖

Also I just love how you describe and build the world for this fic, like it legit feels very canon and something that could happen in jjk which is just sooo amazing!! I love it!! Also pls THE ENDING OF THIS CHAPTER LMFAOOOO I GASPED! GASPED!! Junpei rlly did reader dirty like that, pls its sooo funny to me 😭😂 but my poor mand Gojou, I feel bad for him AKNSOA but I'm very excited for whenever you decide to tackle his chapter cuz I just know it will be AMAZINGGGGG (I also have to say that the Getou chapter is actually my FAV chapter out of all of the chapters, I've reread it countless times! 💖💗💖💗💖💖💗💖💗💖)

Ahh thank you for blessing us with your wonderful works! And just your wonderful beautiful self!!!! Love you!!! 🥺💕💖💕💕💖💗

I AM ALWAYS SO HAPPY TO SEE AN ASK FROM YOU... ILY....

VFNJKJFKDNV i'm glad that you enjoyed it!!! ;w; mahito is so Evil. but well-rounded education mahito really cares about his brother and is a normal guy (kind of)!!! reader likes him i think ;w;. AND YEAH VFNKJVFKDJN. that's junpei's way of saying 'hello? really? you're really doing this?'

geto's chapter is my personal fave too, honestly! something about the idea of perfectly put together award-winning dad and pta heartthrob geto is just a Concept that has me by the throat fgbnkgfkjn

[bebouhito]

Nanahito domestic AU, past mpreg, fluff, 600 words ↓↓↓

Nanami stirs with a groan. "What?"

"Psst. Kento?"

"Are you sleeping?"

Nanami squints his eyes. He really can't afford to lose a single hour of sleep during the short periods of time that the baby isn't crying. 

"I was… Why did you wake me up?"

No answer. He rolls over on his back and sighs.

"Mahito, what is it?"

"You sound mad." Mahito replies with a little voice. Nanami turns his head to look at him.

"I'm not, I'm just tired. You should be sleeping too."

"How can you sleep?"

Nanami props himself up on his elbow to get a better look at Mahito. The curse is sitting with his knees drawn to his chest.

"What do you mean?" 

"Don't you feel it too?"

Mahito looks genuinely upset, so, despite going back to bed being the only thing Nanami wants to do, he tries to be patient.

"I'm sorry, but it's four in the morning and I have no idea what you're talking about. Can't it wait a few hours?"

Mahito's frown intensifies and shows that, no, it cannot wait.

"I think there's something in my belly, where the baby used to be, and it keeps telling me bad things could happen to him at any moment, even when everything's alright. I feel like he might be constantly needing something, even when he's not crying, and I doubt myself. I created a whole, fully functional human being, but now that he's his own person, I feel like this is too much, and so much bigger than me. When I look at him, I think he's sending emotional beams directly into my brain because I've never felt like this before. Can he do that?"

Nanami laughs softly and sits up, wrapping his arms around Mahito's upper body and resting his head on his shoulder.

"Maybe he can, because I feel the same."

"See! I was right!!" Mahito cries out a little bit too loud.

"Shhh." Nanami whispers in his ear. "It's parental anxiety. It's perfectly normal."

"But if you feel it too, then how can you sleep so well?"

"Well… I'm human, so I always needed more sleep than you in the first place. I also tell myself that I'm fully prepared to handle this… tiny human-curse hybrid and that I don't have to deal with all this on my own."

Mahito can tell Nanami is smiling as he refers to their newborn child as some sort of curious creature, which, to be honest, he kind of is.

"That means you can rely on me, and that, whatever happens, I'll be by your side." He adds, and Mahito, though he knows it, always feels a bit relieved to hear it from Nanami himself.

He pauses before asking:

"... Am I going to feel like this forever?"

"I'm afraid so."

Before Mahito can add anything, Nanami shifts their position and drapes his arm over Mahito's chest to gently pull him back onto the bed.

"But it's a good thing. It shows how much love you have for him. Everyday, I can tell; you are so, so loving."

Mahito practically melts into Nanami's arms. "I love you, too."

Wailing can be heard from the next room. Nanami sighs and presses a kiss to Mahito's forehead before getting out of bed. They both know it was supposed to be Mahito's turn to go.

"Get some sleep." Nanami orders him. "I can do a lot, but I can't handle two sleep-deprived babies at the same time."

Mahito doesn't protest. At the end of the day, even with the arrival of their son, he loves still being Nanami's baby.