#I remember after I caught up with the manga around the end of shibuya

[lavenderjewels]

It’s kind of satisfying how, at this point, even if gojo released from the prison realm, things are so bad, there’s nothing that can be done to make things better, only stop things from getting worse

[lightlycareless]

I’m curious, how would you think Naoya’s canonical first appearance would be like if he was married to Y/N during the events of the manga? I wonder if he’d still maintain his role as antagonist(maybe he’d turn ally?) or if he’d just be nonexistent because him and Y/N decide to leave Japan post shibuya(he can’t let y/n get caught up in that) XD

Hello anon!!!

Well, I actually wrote a little something detailing that hehe. Kind of. I hope it still answers your question :>

Also, because this is the perfect opportunity to do so, why not write something sad/angsty for a change. A "what would happen with Y/N and Naoya during Shibuya" :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) but somewhat taking into consideration the post above? Hmmm more at the end.

warnings: slight mentions of character death. mentions of pregnancy. angst. sad overall I believe. :') Naoya loves you and has done things differently than the jerk we all know of course. Or not? Also, I don't remember much of Shibuya anymore so forgive me if something is odd about it.

Happy reading!

I would say Naoya would quickly decide to get you out of danger. No questions about it; he doesn’t even consider otherwise. As soon as he hears what is going down he intends to send you far away in some remote safe house where he thinks you and the kids will be ok—perfectly tended for, as he’d always made sure.

You, on the other hand, aren’t too enthusiastic about leaving everything behind, simply because your family was right in the middle of the crisis! And of course they would be, always rushing to serve the noble cause, you were not surprised to learn that they were doing their best to prevent the situation from worsening.

But this was no ordinary task, that much obvious by a simple glance. And if not through that, then by the growing uneasiness settling in your heart. One that demanded you to stay… or at least remain attentive to what is to follow.

“But I don’t think that’s even necessa—”

“We’re not discussing this anymore, Y/N. You are leaving, and you’re doing so tomorrow first thing in the morning. I already made all the preparations, you just need to have the kids awake and ready.”

“I don’t want to leave my family.” You insist. “I shouldn’t! They—They need me. They’re putting their life on the line; I can’t just leave—”

“Our children need you more. I need you more.” Naoya frowns, frustrated that of all things you’ve decided to refute him on, this had to be the one. “As I said, I won’t discuss this with you anymore—you are leaving.”

“But Naoya—!”

You’ve only seen this firm side of him on scarce occasions; either when reprimanding your naïve kids when accidentally doing something that might hurt them, or when putting his family in place after saying… well, the things they normally did.

And since you obviously don’t like pushing him over the edge, having more than enough with the weight of being the heir of a prestigious clan, as well as all his work as a sorcerer, you tend to just go with what he wants.

But not this time around, you simply couldn’t act like there wasn’t something bothering you. Something looming over your mind, a frightening omen that involved someone directly involved with you.

It could be anyone. Either your family, or… Naoya.

Both chances you did not wish to take.

“…Please.” Naoya would quietly insist after seeing you grow silent, regretful of the domineering way he seemed to take over the conversation, for after all was said and done, he loved you more than anything else in this world and would rather die than hurt you.

He wasn’t happy about this arrangement, no, in fact he despised it.

Hated the fact that he had to be the one to come up with it in the first place—but after what he heard from Shibuya, alongside his father being summoned for support, it was nothing but clear that he needed to act.

“You’ll be stationed in a nice place. A quiet little village with a nice, ample house and access to a relaxing beach for you and the kids to spend time on.  Now, doesn’t that sound nice, mochi?”

Had it been literally any other occasion, you would have been ecstatic. Happy to have the opportunity to spend time with your family without worrying about anything, simply what you and your kids were to do next.

But it wasn’t meant to be this way, so much that even the kids were unusually calm about the so-called holiday. Having sensed their mother’s anxiety and preferring being by her side than thinking of having fun.

“And school? What about their friends?” You eventually ask, of course, one of the many ways to stall him.

“I don’t believe you will be away for long, but I arranged everything in the meantime. They will be homeschooled.” Naoya explains, you frown. “As for friends… I guess I can consider occasional visits. Though they’ll more likely make new ones over there.”

“…And you? Will you be… coming with us?” You know that wouldn’t be, assumed so either way. But still, you hoped he would surprise you otherwise.

“…You know I can’t.” Naoya responds, your heart sinks to your stomach.

“Why not? Your father is already there for support. Why do you have to go?” you scowl.

“I have to stay at the estate to oversee it while he’s gone.” He explains. “I wish I could go, or that you and our kids could stay but… it’s too dangerous. If anything happens at Shibuya and things decide to escalate, it’s only logical that the estate will become a target and I won’t risk it.”

You press your lips together, understanding his words, yet disappointed that it had to be that way. A part of you tried to accept them, let it go, for you knew exactly what you were getting into when you married him.

And the other…

“I can’t… I don’t feel comfortable being away while you and my family are in danger!”

“This is no different from any other mission I’ve gone to, or that your family has.” Naoya attempts to console you, but both knew that wasn’t the trutht. “What is it? What is it that has you like this?”

“…I…I don’t…I don’t know.” You begin slowly, hesitant to admit your thoughts in fear that they might become true. To painful to even consider it! “I just… have this awful feeling that something bad is going to happen soon.”

“Like what?”

“Please don’t make me say it.”

Naoya didn’t need more to understand, and such, leans closer to you, enough to wrap his arms around you and gently place a kiss on the top of your head.

“…Nothing will happen. I swear. I will contact you whenever possible so you’ll be at ease. And if there’s any change, I’ll let you know as well. I promise.”

“…Please?”

“Of course, princess.” He smirks, now kissing your cheek. “I wouldn’t even dream otherwise.”

“You haven’t called me that in a long time.” You silently admit; his words lift some of the burdening weight from your heart.

Not enough to free you, but enough for you to slightly jest at him.

“Well, our little Naomi kind of inherited it, didn’t she?”

“She’s well deserving of it. It fits her.”

“Technically you’re my princess, and she’s our little princess.”

“…I guess so, if you put it that way it kind of makes sense.”

Silence engulfs the two for a brief moment soon after, motivating Naoya to hug you even tighter.

“Everything will be fine, Y/N. It’s nothing but a situation that… got a little bit out of hand, but nothing I can’t handle. That’s all.

Just remember that my father is involved too. And…” as much as he hated admitting it, the old man was a very talented sorcerer. A good decision was made by considering him. “Gojo-kun is also there too, and everyone knows there’s no one stronger than him. As for your sister… well, she’s quite a force to be reckoned with too.”

“I never thought I’d come to hear you compliment them, ever!” You tease, he scoffs, slightly embarrassed.

“I just want to make you happy.” Naoya silently admits, placing his fingers underneath your chin and lifting your gaze to his. “You mean the world to me; I don’t know what I would do if you—if you… I can’t lose you. I can’t.”

“Then hurry up back home.” You pout, a tear sliding down cheek. “Please, for me. For the kids.”

“Promise me to always send me pictures of you and the kids. It’ll serve me as motivation as to why I even bother doing all this…” He frowns. “…And to let me know if you’re ok. You’ll be secured there with some of my men, but I still wish to hear it from you.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll send you so many, you’ll ask me to stop!”

“Now, mochi, no need to say fallacies we know won’t happen.” He teases back, which you respond with a giggle before quieting down, the realization that his impending departure is near.

“May the gods bring you back safe to me.” You silently pray, pressing a kiss on his lips to seal your protection charm, the one you’ve previous on prior occasions and has always worked—or so you believed.

The same one you desperately hoped would work this time around as well, especially after beginning to hear the horrific loses Shibuya had brought along.

From the death of your beloved friend Nanami to Gojo’s unprecedented sealing, you remained on edge as you tried your best to keep constant communication with Naoya, trying to figure out if any of these happenings had affected him one way or the other, praying that nothing would befall him.

Eventually cursing yourself when realizing you had unknowingly called a bad presage into reality when Naoya one day, without previous warning, directly and sternly, sends you the following message:

“My father died in Shibuya. I am now clan leader.”

To congratulate him given the circumstances of his death felt out of place, if not incredibly imprudent—even if this was his biggest dream.

It just came to you so… unexpectedly, though some would say that incidences would occur in such conflict. Perhaps it was Naobito’s time to leave this earth.

And yet, another part of you decided to take this as a warning, a reminder that this was no common attack. Not if it was capable of claiming the life of someone so skillful as your father-in-law.

…

What did any of this mean for Naoya? Is he safe? Is he ok? Has he been injured? Where was he right now?

But most importantly, what is he going to do now that is Leader of the Zen’in clan?

Did this mean that you were finally able to return with him? After so many days of homesickness, would you be able to see your husband in person?

…

Or… or did this just made things even worse for your family, forced to remain away until things cooled down, because you were now a bigger target?

“It’s still not safe. With Gojo-kun’s sealing… the clans have been nothing but a mess; and apparently that’s just the tip of the iceberg. There seems to be a deeper plan unfolding in the background—We still don’t know what for, but I know for sure one thing: I wouldn’t dare endanger you.”

“…Ok. I understand” You dejectedly agree, forced to remain behind as you lonely mourn the death of your friends, or the unknown fate of one of them.

Well, at least your family was relatively safe. Your siblings sustained injuries, but nothing they wouldn’t be able to heal in due time. You could only wonder the stresses your father had to deal with now that the Gojo clan was rendered nonexistent… Was someone trying to nominate Satoru’s replacement?

…

You wished you could do more. Longed to not feel as useless as you did nowadays, more so since Naoya’s messages turned to be fewer and fewer as time passed…

But at least he still responded. Took a little bit of his time to let you know that he was fine. Busy, perhaps a partial lie, but ultimately alive.

Just a matter of days and you’ll be back in his arms, with your children, and the little bundle growing inside you. Where you belonged.

Unless… fate was to cruelly decide otherwise.

“Naoya, I… haven’t heard from you in quite a while. I just… hope you’re ok and not overworking yourself. Naomi, Naori, Naoko and Naoyuki miss you. Please let me know how everything is doing as soon as you can. I love you”

…

“I don’t want to bother you, nor distract you from your duties. But I’m very worried about you Naoya, you haven’t answered any of my messages or calls. And… and I can’t shake this feeling that something horrible happened. Please answer me, Naoya, I can’t take the thought of you mot—

Just let me know if you’re ok, please. I love you.”

…

“Please, just give me a sign that you’re alive. I beg you, Naoya. I can’t take this anymore. I feel so lonely without you. I always do, but today… today it feels worse. Please, if just a letter, you don’t even have to write a whole message. Just a dot or something. Anything!

Just… anything so I can know you’re fine. Alive. Please. I beg you”

…

“Please. Please. Please. Naoya, answer me. Please. We love you.”

…

…

“Please. For our baby. Please.”

…

…

…

“…Naoya?”

Obviously I wanted to make it tragic and say that Naoya died; but how did he die? By being in Shibuya? Maybe. Maki? That means he still would've been a jerk! akjgkags

Also, I believe he didn't tell Y/N that he wasn't actually clan leader because... I don't know, pride. It's what he wanted all his life, after all! Maybe he hoped to fix that before meeting up with you again, and that's how he died :) OOF

Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed this little "what if" piece. I still have another Shibuya-centric oneshot to write 😏 maybe that could add on to this one? Thankfully, the good things about these prompts is that they're not really connected to one another, they could all essentially be read individually hehe nice.

Now, thank you so much for sending in this ask; take care and hope to see you soon!!!

[ambiguouslady42]

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff (some suggestive content), Heavy Angst, No Comfort.

Synopsis: The summer of 2018 is exciting and new with your summer love, but summer doesn't last forever. The events are written in the past tense.

Tags: @hayatoseyepatch, @awkwardchick87, @peachsukii, @jellyfishart, @pixelcafe-network

Note: The events in this are canon to the manga (Post-Shibuya), so spoilers ahead if you haven't read ahead or finished the series. This is my way of coping with the end of the series. I did cry writing this, but it was helpful. The concept came about after listening to Fleetwood Mac

I didn't mean to love you, I didn't think it would work out

Summer was busy that year in 2018. You were dealing with curses left and right, but you didn’t complain. You saw it as a reason to travel all over the country and deal with the nuisances that were manifesting from everyday people. You knew it wasn’t pleasant to deal with this kind of work and it was life and death, but you always tried to look at the positives. It was hard to be optimistic in this line of work, but a certain person had caught your heart, Satoru Gojo 

That summer, you were either alone or teaming up with other Jujutsu sorcerers. Sometimes you would chaperone the students from Jujutsu Tech to their missions and stood outside as they tackled the mission on your own. You always reminded them to be careful and you knew you’d intervene at any given moment. One night, you were asked to pair up with Gojo. You at first were baffled because he didn’t need any help to take care of any missions. However, you were there just to make sure he didn’t cause that much damage. The stakes were up when the search for the missing finger belonging to the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, went missing. You felt silly at first listening to Gojo when he told you that you should come along with him to try the kikufuku while he sent Megumi to find the finger himself. Before you could intervene to tag along with Megumi instead, he had teleported you to the stand. 

You felt dizzy from being teleported, but he was there to catch your fall. This further made your resolve difficult to keep your cool around him You fought with yourself that you needed to be there to support Megumi, but this tall and gorgeous man teleported him with you, maybe he might’ve felt something too? You have never tried kikufuku so that made Gojo more determined for you to try it. After he purchased it, he decided that he was going to give you the first bite. 

“I can take that and take the bite myself!”, you say, with your cheeks turning red. As far as you remember.

“Woman, you never tried it. I should be the one giving the lady her first bite.” He said with that shit-eating grin. 

“No! I can do it by myself!” you pushed back but suddenly you were laughing so loudly. 

“It’s really cute when you laugh, you know that?”, he told you. 

Gojo had removed his blindfold to get a good look at you. Turning bright red, you looked at him. He looked at you as if he was gazing into your soul. Did he know that you had feelings for him? Your heart beat so quickly for him. The first moment that you developed feelings for him was when you saw his display of cockiness. The more he would call others “weak” would irk you, but somehow that further attracted you to him. 

You had only heard the stories of how he developed his curse technique, particularly how he learned the Hollow Purple. You knew that from the moment he learned this technique, he was considered “the strongest”. You had never seen him use his technique, but you knew you were in good hands with him if anything were to happen. When his best friend Suguru defected, he maintained a friendly, goofy façade, but somehow, you knew that it would be difficult for him to be close to anyone. You sensed at times that there was a loneliness to him when you saw him walking around with his students. The worst kind of loneliness is the one where you’re surrounded by others, but you still feel alone. 

“Gojo?” 

“It’s Satoru, but, yes?” that smile he gave you was always so reassuring 

“As annoyed as I am that you brought me here, thanks for letting me see a little part of you”, you returned the smile to him. 

There was a comfortable silence. You felt that this was the moment you could tell him that you harboured a crush on him, but before you could, he got a phone call from the higher-ups. There was no update on the search for Sukuna’s finger, so they were getting antsy and desperate to know if it was found at all. Before you could ask what that was about, he held you close to him as he teleported you. He got word from Megumi that he was at a high school trying to intercept the cursed object. When you arrived at the scene, you saw Megumi who was battered up. You also notice another boy with pink hair in front of him. 

Gojo began to laugh at Megumi and took pictures of him. “I’ll show the second years how battered up you are!”, with that annoying laugh. You were too shocked to laugh, but you loved hearing his laugh. It was comforting to hear, but extremely inappropriate for a time like this. When Gojo inquired where the finger was, the pink-haired boy mentioned that he had eaten it. You were in shock while Gojo just said “really?” At that moment Gojo asked if the boy could switch with Sukuna at will, to which he said yes. You witnessed Gojo getting ready to try to take on the boy who had just become Sukuna. You went to check on Megumi while witnessing the spar between the two. A part of you felt that you couldn’t worry about him; he’d win, right? When you heard Gojo counting down from 10, the pink-haired boy passed out. 

“Was that necessary?” you asked Gojo.

Gojo turns to look at Megumi and asks what he would want for the pink-haired boy. Megumi expressed that he would like for the boy to live.

“Leave it me!” Gojo said cheerfully.

Something in your stomach began to sink. You didn’t know if this was a good idea, but this was an innocent life, and at this point, you knew that you’d do anything to keep him alive too. 

You learned that the boy’s name was Yuji Itadori. When you learned from Gojo that he agreed to be Sukuna’s vessel you felt your mouth drop. You were conflicted with placing that kind of task on a young boy, but also with the fact that this boy may die. It didn’t seem fair in your eyes for someone that young to bear the responsibility of being a vessel to the King of Curses. You glared at Gojo, but in the end, it was futile. Unfortunately, this was the best way for Yuji to have some kind of fulfilling life. Your eyes got glassy, and Gojo saw that it wasn’t a good time to make jokes or make an effort to annoy you. He understood that this was a moment of vulnerability and you were letting him see it. In this moment, Gojo embraced you. You felt safe in his arms, but this was the difficult reality for Yuji, whose future you felt uncertain for. 

As you looked up at Gojo, he had removed his blindfold for you. In the way that you displayed vulnerability and tears coming out of your ears, he looked at you and there was an understanding of what you were feeling. Before you could utter a word, he planted a soft kiss on your lips. When the kiss was broken, you looked at him again. You initiated the second kiss, but this time with a desire that you were yearning for. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you closer. It felt inappropriate to do this right now, but this was comforting and he was your comfort at the end of today. 

“What now?” you asked him as you wiped your tears.

“Well, let’s just take it one day at a time,” he responded.

From that night, you became almost inseparable. You both had your teaching duties, but both of you would find a way to sneak around to kiss. The kissing soon wasn’t enough; it escalated into sleepovers. Each night, he held you close to his heart. You fell asleep to the beating of his heart; it was calming. You enjoyed the nights when he would kiss your head and sneak a kiss to your nose; he found it the most adorable (of course, you hated it when he did that because you didn’t like the feeling). Nevertheless, you indulged him.

That summer was hectic. Your Gojo had just taken on a new task of being a protector to Yuji Itadori, the vessel to the King of Curses. You got to meet Yuji and you liked having him as a student. You slowly began to spar with the student to prepare him for the upcoming missions he would be thrown into. You were a witness to Yuji’s close combat skills and he had you matched. You didn’t feel like you had to worry about him.

Then the worst happened. You got the dreaded phone call, that Yuji had passed. You were upset, and you couldn’t fathom how your blue-eyed treasure was feeling. You mourned with your students, particularly Megumi and Nobara. You did your best to offer any support. Although, you noticed that Gojo began to behave differently; his cheerful demeanour came back rather suddenly, despite the passing of a student. Whenever you wanted to go to the basement to create your movie nights, he quickly interjected you and told you that he would rent out a movie theatre for you and get the films you wanted to watch. You thought he was ridiculous to spend such a grandiose amount of money, but he said that you deserved it. 

Soon you felt that he was hiding something from you. There was a tension in the air; not one where you thought you would make a grand romantic gesture, but one where you wanted to make a declaration of hate. When you confronted him, he told you there was absolutely nothing to worry about. He took your hand and kissed it. The worries melted instantly whenever you felt his lips on your wrists and hands. You quickly hugged him, but you couldn’t remove the anxiety that he was keeping a secret from you. 

One day, you decided to try to sneak downstairs to his basement while Gojo was out on a mission. You were able to hear the television playing in the background. If you didn’t know better, it was a Lord of the Rings movie. Before you could approach any further, you heard the familiar voice:

“Come on, Yuji. I’m taking you out!” you heard Gojo say excitedly.

“Great, where are we going?!” Yuji said excitedly.

Right before you could reach the basement entrance, suddenly everyone was gone. Was it just your imagination? That’s impossible, you know what you heard. You never teleported with him, but you know that he’s capable of doing it. You waited in the basement that evening to see if they would teleport back to the same spot. You sat there next to a cursed doll. The cursed doll didn’t move and when it did, one evil glared towards it and it pretended it couldn’t move. You sat there angrily; you know you’ve been lied to. You fell asleep waiting for their return. 

“Did you see that?!” Gojo said excitedly.

“I did! I’m sorry I let them get away though.” Yuji said dejectedly.

The voices woke you from your slumber. The two of them didn’t notice that you were asleep. The moment you got up, they stood frozen and silent. Rather than make a scene, you decide it’s best to walk away. Yuji is alive, but why couldn’t he just tell you that he was okay?

“Babe, wait.” Gojo reached out to you.

“Not tonight,” you said coldly. 

You went upstairs to the bedroom that you were sharing with him. It was reasonable to be upset over something like this. Why couldn’t he just be honest with you?  

“Babe, I know I should’ve told you, but I had to play this close to the chest. If you were in my position, you would do the same thing,” he said in the gentlest tone. 

You began to process the words. Would you have been able to keep a lie this big from your partner? Would you be able to keep a lie like this to your students? You’d do anything in a situation to keep your students safe. You’re not one to lie, but if you needed to do it, you would if it didn’t hurt anybody. Except, you were hurt by this. 

“Just don’t lie to me again. I wouldn’t be able to bear it.” The words became muffled as you buried yourself into Satoru’s chest. He held you tighter as if he thought you were going to leave him. You weren’t planning to leave him this time because the truth was, you were already in love with him. However, what you couldn’t figure out was if love was enough to keep you together. 

The Exchange Event took place not long after. Megumi and Nobara were just as upset about finding out that Yuji was still alive. They were more upset with Yuji who couldn’t just tell them the moment he had come back to life. You kept your distance as you witnessed the reunion. You remained hopeful that the three could remain together as friends. It was a corny thought, but they’re young and deserve to be with each other. You didn’t notice Satoru looking at you from the distance, but he also hoped that the trio would stay together too. However, he wondered if you and him would also stand the test of time. 

Despite the anxieties that you and Satoru had, you took it a day at a time. After the exchange event, you hadn’t spent time together. One morning you woke up together and he said he had a surprise. When you prompted him what he should wear, he reassured you that you’d look cute in anything. You chose a dress that would match his eyes. It was hot that day. You were imagining a day in the city. The next thing you know, he was holding you closely and you were teleported to Yamanakako. The field of flowers facing Mt. Fuji was a sight to see. He held you close as you walked by the flower park. You felt safe in this moment and you wanted this exact moment to never end. 

“I hope you’re here to stay, Satoru”, you whispered to him. 

“I hope you never have to go”, the hold he had on you got tigther.

“Never let me go, Satoru”

“I’ll try not to.” He planted a kiss on your head. 

Unfortunately, Shibuya tested the grounds of whatever relationship you had with Satoru. There was never a formality between you and him. You both were comfortable in knowing whatever this was. You knew that you were in love with him, and as far as you knew, there was love coming from him. You knew he loved you in some way, but there is a stark difference between being in love with someone and loving someone. When the seals made their appearance on that fateful night, you were with Satoru before he made his way into the subway station. You had a gut feeling that something was going to go wrong. You held his hand to keep him from going any further.

“Wait, I have a really bad feeling about this.” you expressed with so much worry.

“Babe, relax, I’m the strongest after all.”  in that cocky tone, as always.

“Listen to me, I just know that this isn’t something…” Before you could finish, you received an urgent call that you were needed in another part of Shibuya. The urgency made you feel that whatever concern you had would have to come second. 

“I have to go, I’m needed elsewhere. Promise me you’ll come back.” you looked at him, pleading with your eyes that he’d be safe.

Rather than respond in that cocky manner, he picked you up and held you in his arms for as long as he could. The kiss that he then planted made all the chaos disappear around you. It was the second to last time you would ever kiss him like this again. 

“I’ll be back, babe. I promise” he said excitedly, with that grin on his face.

“Okay, Satoru. I love you.” you looked at him, with tears in your eyes.

As he walked away, he turned around, “I love you too.”

The moment you learned that he was sealed, you wanted the world underneath you to crumble and take you. However, the good news was that he was so strong that his seal remained on the ground of that station where he ventured off without you. You were hopeful that he would be unsealed soon, but that night turned out to be one of the worst nights of your life. 

You lost your comrades in battle, people did die during the evening. Sukuna took over Yuji’s body and there was just so much destruction. You didn’t resent Yuji or blame him for the events that took place. He had no control of the situation, you thought. There was nothing that could’ve been done to prevent it. To this day, you would never want Yuji to die. He deserved to live. Unfortunately, after the event, Jujustu society didn’t believe and Yuji was to be executed. Meanwhile, your Satoru was still sealed in the prison realm, and he had been exiled. Anyone caught trying to unseal him would be considered a traitor. You didn’t care. 

The days felt empty. You had to continue teaching as if it were business as usual. You missed the way he would laugh. You missed how you two would communicate in between classes. You yearned to feel him close to you. Going home was difficult because he wasn’t there. You knew the moment the door closed, he wouldn’t be there to follow after you. You held his pillow closely every single night and wished for his return. Although, you were not alone in your resolve to bring him back. 

With some help from others, Satoru Gojo was unsealed. He was determined to kill Kenjaku, but Sukuna himself prevented him from doing so. When you realized the lengths he would go to try to defeat his enemies, you started to feel as if he was drifting away from you. 

Something about him coming out of his seal seemed different. Whenever you looked at him, there was a certain bloodlust to him. He wasn’t going to hurt you, but he wanted to harm others. He wanted to start with the higher-ups and execute all of them. As hard as you tried to convince him that there was no point in killing others, he didn’t listen. He chose to end the lives of those above him. You were at a loss for what he was capable of. The person you knew was becoming lost. You realized in that moment that you had begun mourning the person who he used to be.  

Rather than hold you close, he would turn his back to you and avoided sleeping altogether. He refused to wear the blindfold after some time. You couldn’t imagine how exhausted he was from using his six eyes constantly. When you tried to hug him, he unintentionally left his limitless on. When he tried to apologize, there was a hint of dishonesty to him. You started to put the pieces together that he could probably never be too careful anymore. The more you tried to get physically close to him, he began saying things like “not now” or “maybe later”. The realization that this was over was a challenging one.

The moment you said, “I think we need to talk”, it’s as if he knew what that conversation was going to be. 

“I love you, Satoru. When you were sealed, I felt like I could wait for you for thousands of years. I’d do it all over again just for you, you’d never have to ask me. You promised me you’d be back, but I feel like a part of you never came back. I feel like you’re pushing me further away and there’s nothing that I can do to bring you back to me.” 

With a defeated look on his face, he grabbed you one last time to plant a kiss. This is the first time in a while that you felt close to him, but you knew this would be your final kiss with him. The tears streamed down your cheeks and there was nothing he could do to make it better. 

“I love you…I think there’s a part of me that always will, but, something did change. It wasn’t you at all. I just think that there’s something bigger than the both of us. I don’t think that love is enough to conquer whatever obstacles we face in this society. You deserve someone ready to be with you, come what may. I can’t be that person for you anymore.” 

As you gasped for air and felt your heart breaking into pieces, you knew this was over. He wasn’t yours anymore. You walked away from him on a quiet afternoon that November. As you get further away from him, you felt his gaze. You stopped to give him one final smile. All you hoped for in the end was that every once in a while he would think about you.

 One thing is certain, he’d never forget about you. You never forgot about him. 

[frost-felon]

Putting this under a read more.

Yeah, Sukuna gets really emotionally-immature at times. Usually around Yuji, but generally to anything that irritates him. Post-212 Sukuna shows a marked difference in patience and grace. This isn't to say he's lesser for it, though he comes across as a loser with a chip on his shoulder/something to hide, a lot of times. Specifically, I consider the way he monologued about Gojo being "...just a fish on the cutting board..." and that he "...may flop around a lot...but [Gojo is] still a nameless fish..." to be rather silly, if he's as composed and regal as he wants to present himself as. He got surprised, Gojo said some silly shit, and he loses his cool like that? We know Gojo is a gadfly, but we also saw Sukuna against Yorozu, and he is allied with Kenjaku.

It's unbecoming of him, in terms of how he expects to be regarded (compare and contrast with how he treats Yuji¹). Gojo being immature or silly doesn't take away from that.

Hm, I don't know about the "special training" being a joke. The Toji part definitely is a joke for the readers, and a reference back to when Gojo first met Megumi, but I wouldn't lump it in so quickly, especially given the context right after the (seemingly-unvoiced) joke that Gojo is thinking of when Sukuna brought Yuji back from the dead.

I definitely don't agree on the 'Gojo resents Megumi' thing. I haven't seen clear evidence of that throughout reading the manga. Note that I am only caught-up to JJK 226's end at time of this posting; I tagged this post originally as #JJK Analysis because I was going somewhat in-depth on my thoughts about the chapter, more specifically, that aspect of the exchange. I'm well-aware I may br missing information, but in the many, many times leading up to this fight that Gege has shown us glimpses of their relationship, I just haven't seen anything that hints at straight-up resentment on Gojo's part. If he does have any, the best I could lend credence to would be that Gojo sees Megumi as the product of Jujutsu Society's scuminess, and his awareness of the Gojo Clan's feud with the Zen'in, but no placement of emotional burden onto Megumi. In all seriousness, Gege has repeatedly emphasized that Gojo is soft on Megumi, and that he's trying to help him succeed. Mind, I think of them as having a complicated legal guardian & charge relationship, not a father & son relationship.

Real talk, I think Megumi is wildly emotionally-immature. He's a gloomy teenager that finally saw his best friend after a week of said best friend missing, knowing that the best friend had been on execution order again, and chose to guilt-trip and project onto the best friend, while not acknowledging any of his best friend's concerns.² He takes the input of everyone around him much more seriously than he lets on...when it benefits him to do so, like during the Death Womb Paintings/Curse Brothers Arc, when he took into consideration what Sukuna had told him previously, so that he'd push for more power. Or how he used Gojo's history lesson/encouragement to become stronger in a flashback as fuel for pulling his Mahoraga-suicide move in Shibuya. He is just not good at confrontations, and often found himself tempered by Nobara or Yuji when angry and/or scared. And he's both of those, often. I remember being upset a lot as a teenager, and watched how my peers interacted with the adult figures in their lives, responsible or not.

Megumi doesn't go to Gojo often for help, but he doesn't need to ask too often, because Gojo does seem to pick up on these things every now and then. And when he doesn't ask for help, Megumi tends to just bottle up his feelings and lash out, raw, like many fifteen/sixteen year olds do. It's just so much worse because he has an inordinate amount of power, lmao. I view it more as Megumi trying to establish independence tor himself, especially since he was shown to be emotionally closer to Gojo as a child, as well as how Megumi feels about Tsumiki. Or how he gets embarrassed about Nobara and Yuji knowing about his delinquent past. Gojo isn't his dad, like how Nanami isn't Yuji's. But they can both rely on those adult figures.

I'm sorry, but I do not take anime material into account when describing how Gege writes these characters, since I can't cleanly divide what Gege had full control over (if anything)³, and given that the anime itself could be considered something of a do-over for the manga, for better and for worse. I'm down to discuss the anime, but for these posts going over my thoughts on Gege as a storyteller, I'm more interested in looking at how the manga chapters were handled.

To be fair, Yuji did survive his death because of Sukuna. If Sukuna didn't want to make the Binding Vow, Yuji would have just skedaddled onto whatever the afterlife/time between lives in JJK is, Sukuna in-tow. Yuji accepted the Binding Vow, because he was angry, but he couldn't remember it when he awoke. Gojo questioned him on this, but Yuji's answer was...concerning, lmao. He noticeably pauses, before saying, "I see." So all he knows is that Yuji surely wasn't stitching himself back together, since he showed no knowledge of or even novice experience with RCT after that. He doesn't get to see the other times Yuji died or was close to death (Choso fight), and Yuji still shows no aptitude for RCT. It's unclear what information Gojo did or didn't gain during the month-long timeskip. So it's hard to gauge what is or isn't a reasonable conclusion for Gojo to make, since the readers are not privy to the missing information. I'm aware that some things will be clearer over the course of the fight, but again, I've only read fully up to and including the end of 226.

¹I've talked about it before, but Yuji is in a unique position to make Sukuna's skin crawl. He has his infamous Mean Girls moment when laughing at Yuji with Uraume, which I take as further evidence that Yuji unsettles him. It's kinda weird to me that Sukuna loses his cool against Gojo, who has already taunted him way worse before. Sukuna didn't get anywhere as close to losing his shit then, unlike at the start of 224. And it's not like Sukuna hasn't had experience with being in teenage bodies, so unless I see evidence suggesting this in future chapters, I have to assume that Sukuna is not being influenced by Megumi's fragile control over his own emotions.

²I'm talking about Megumi's reunion with Yuji in the Itadori Execution Arc. It's a large part of what made me go from being ambivalent on the character, to outright despising him, as I've expressed before.

³Voice-acting, animator influences, sound effects choices, compositing, editor control, and more can affect how a piece is portrayed to the audience. Imma also use this space to clarify that when I say "do-over", I also mean post-script. That is, something added afterwards, that was not originally part of the story. This can include art updates, dialogue changes, and full-on reworks of scenes. For the manga, this would notably be in the Tankobōn or volume releases. Berserk, for instance, had the mangaka, Miura, edit out entire chapters from later releases, since they conflicted with what information the audience was meant to have, after a change in Miura's thinking. For the anime, this is Blu-Rays or DVD releases, and very rarely, edits on broadcasts after the initial run.

Now that I've actually finished, lmao, @hxhhasmysoul . I mentioned why in the replies, but my post timing VS. completion is off.

Got through 224. I don't like how Gege does fight choreography and paneling, so it was pretty boring to me, but I do want to pay special attention to what Satoru says when threatened by Sukuna (who acts like SUCH a child at the beginning of this, lmao).

As far as I know, this "special training" is never clarified. I don't know if Satoru means he spent a good portion of that month trying to figure out a way to help Megumi, or if he's referring to his childhood (as much of the writing before this fight implies that Satoru grew up in a way that dehumanized others).

My interest mainly lies in the "Dying once as Yuji was a mistake." line. I've seen the other panels before, but I'm miffed that I didn't see more discussion on this line, since I feel that it's so much more intriguing. It's unclear how much Satoru prepared for this in the month-long timeskip (whyyyyy), but the "Dying once as Yuji was a mistake." may give us more clues to where Satoru is really thinking. After all, what is he implying here?

Is he saying that Sukuna revealed a weakness by reviving Yuji in the Juvenile Center, when Yuji barely had any of his power? Does Gojo believe that Sukuna has skin in the game, and won't let Megumi die so easily, because he already brought Yuji back when the latter shouldn't have mattered? Does he perhaps believe that Sukuna is unwilling to lose any of his power?

Maybe he just takes it as proof that Sukuna CAN be killed. But regardless, "I'll worry about Megumi...after I kill you." suggests that Satoru believes Megumi will be salvageable after Sukuna kicks it. That there isn't need for alarm until after Sukuna is dealt with. Definitely, those who rely on Satoru need him to kill Sukuna no matter what, to prevent further suffering. All in all, it's a captivating set of lines.

I'm aware of certain developments in the future, but I'd like to delve into this more. My complaints for the lack of character interactions and the timeskips being weights on the story still apply.

[strwbrrybxn]

part v.v: she says most assuredly; word count: two thousand four hundred and forty-one words

☞︎︎︎ pairing: nanami kento x fem!reader

☞︎︎︎ warnings: MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS, shibuya incident arc spoilers, serious injuries, third person pov, blood, scars, mentions of tragedy and fighting

☞︎︎︎ genre: angst, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

☞︎︎︎ au: sugar daddy au, jjk canonverse

characters: nanami kento, reader, gojo satoru, itadori yuji, megumi fushiguro, mahito

a/n: creds to the artist who drew this beautiful fanart. I don't know who it is, but I got it from @/kuzanryo from pinterest. I had a really rough time finishing this because the first ending was so sad and heartbreaking that I needed a moment to breath before writing this so I'm sorry this has taken me so long to write, but I appreciate everyone who reads it and waited patiently for it.

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Kento was never the type of man who had the ability to speak on his emotions. He was blunt, straightforward, logical, but emotionally? He struggled. How does one tell someone they’ve known for years that they’ve been in love with them from the very start. From the minute they came crashing into him. So many thoughts, so many words swirled inside his head, feelings of love and admiration; feelings of need. 

The date earlier in the night had only sealed his feelings for the woman in his arms; the woman who made him question his very existence prior to her arrival. How did he manage to live without her by his side all those years? She was truly a miracle — his ray of sunshine, and he wanted to tell her that; he needed to tell her how in love with her he was. She who made him question his own plans — plans he made that only involved himself. Now he was thinking about how to incorporate her; how to weave her into those plans. Would she want to go to Malaysia? How many rooms should they have in their home? How many children would be running amuck throughout their home? 

“Tell me what your big plan is,” she whispered, startling him. She smiled when she looked at him, taking in the questioningly look inside his eyes. “Your plan for retirement. Tell me what it is.”

“I’m hoping it happens after this mission, to be honest.” She snuggled back into her spot, humming along to let him know she was listening. “Open a bakery in a quiet place, maybe the suburbs, maybe a different country.” 

“Different country? Have you traveled a lot?”

“I have.” His fingers brushed through the natural hair that had grown throughout the year. He remembered telling her he loved it and the next thing he knew, she was growing her hair out and cutting out the bleached ends. A new beginning, she told him when he caught her in the bathroom with clumps of damaged hair surrounding her feet. 

“What was your favorite place?”

“Malaysia,” he answered without hesitation. 

“We should go there, then.” We. We could go there. “I mean, I figure you won’t leave me behind in this place-”

“Never.”

“Then let me wiggle my way into your plans.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he whispered, lips pressing to the skin of her head. 

“Would you find another job?”

“I’ve thought about it.” 

“Share your ideas with me, please.”

“I’d rather hear yours.” Kento’s fingers curled around her hip, a soft hum leaving his lips as he felt her body melt against his. 

“My plans?” She thought for a moment. “I never thought about the future. I never thought the future mattered when I grew up in such a household, but after meeting you,” she smiled, chin resting on his chest so she could get a better look at him. “I think I want my future to consist of you. Just wiggle me into what you’ve already decided for yourself and I promise I will be content as long you’re in my arms every night.” Kento was about to argue, about to tell her that this isn’t how compromising and relationships would work but the next words out of her mouth forced the words to die on his tongue from the utmost assurance radiating from them. “Wherever you are is where I want to be.” 

After that, all he could hear was the hammering of his heart and feel the sweat of his palms as he sat up, startling her as she quickly pulled the sheets around her bare body. It wasn’t the most perfect moment, but she was perfect so any moment with her was the right moment for this. His fingers fumbled as he reached into the nightstand drawer. Her head tilted to the side, her own stomach churning with feelings she only ever felt with him. 

It was as if she was nervous about what was happening, the good kind of nerves that one only gets when something is about to change their life for the better. The anxious rise and fall of his chest made her fingers curl around the sheets and she caught sight of the small velvet box in his palm. 

“It’s soon — too soon,” he whispered. “I know that, but I don’t care. You don’t have to say anything. You don't have to answer me yet, but,” The ring – tear-drop in shape and just the perfect size – appeared in her line of sight. It was like the oxygen was pulled from her lungs and her heart jumped into her throat. “Wear this if you feel the same way about it. If you love me the way I love you.” 

Another beat of silence before she managed to choke out, “An-and what way is that?”

“If you’re in love with me as much as I’m in love with you.”

She didn’t have to tell him anything, she knew that, and at this point, she didn’t trust her voice. With shaky fingers, she slipped the jewelry on her left ring finger, sighing contently at how beautifully it fit. The same way she fit in his arms. 

The urgent call from Gojo came right at dawn, the phone ringing and Kento jumping out of bed with a start. She barely moved, too used to the way Kento would rush out of the bed and throughout the house to get ready for work. It wasn’t until the harsh whispers reached her ears that she stirred awake. Kento sounded frustrated and Gojo sounded… serious. It was abnormal.

The feeling of dread burrowed itself into the pits of her stomach as she pulled one of his hoodies over her head and headed into the living room to find the best friends huddled together and the vein protruding from Kento’s forehead. She couldn’t explain what this feeling was, and where it came from. Because she knew what he did and worried for his safety? Or was it something entirely different?

“Mornin’.” Gojo hummed without breaking eye contact from Kento. The blonde tilted his head to look at his girlfriend, a small smile curling at his lips. 

“Good morning, baby.” The words slipped from his lips without missing a beat, a smile gracing his face when he finally turned towards her. 

“Where are you going this time?” She whispered, eyes downcast towards the ring on her finger. Gojo shoved his hands in his pockets and Nanami took the strides across the room to kiss her forehead. 

“Shibuya,” He hummed. “It looks perfect on you,” Kento whispered, forehead pressed against hers. “I promise to come back right away. I love you.”

“I’ll bring him back safely, I promise.” The snow haired man smiled from the doorway, whisking away her boyfriend without a second glance behind him. She just prayed he’d keep his promise.

[BIG BIG MANGA SPOILERS so *ahem* i’m not responsible for you ignoring this warning and continuing to read]

Nanami trudged down the hall after his fight; burns scorched the entirety of his left side, including his face, from Jogo’s Dragon’s Death Swarm and flames. He was growing delirious as the seconds passed with his sluggish steps. His blade dangled from his fingers. The sooner he finished this, the quicker he could go home and see her; kiss her, tell her he loved her, take her away. He could make sure she never worried about his safety again. He could retire. 

A photo booth’s curtain slid open once Nanami walked passed, Mahito, with a mischievous smile across his stitched face, holding his legs up and content with the events unraveling in front of him. 

Kento stepped off the final step, coming face to face with the swarm of transfigured humans and he stopped for a moment. 

Fwoo. “Malaysia,” he said, head tilting up to the ceiling. “Yeah, Malaysia. Taking her to Kuantan would be nice. Build us a house on a secluded beach. Finally get around to reading the countless books I’ve bought. I could finally go through them page by page… kinda like taking back the time I’ve lost.” He took a deep breath.

No, right now, you’re… you’re heading over to save Fushiguro… but what about Maki… and Naobito? What happened to them?

Tired… so tired. Yeah, I’m just tired. I’ve done enough, haven’t I?

“I can go home now.” With his blade in the air, he cut and sliced through all the transfigured humans, cutting them down before a hand pressed to his chest. His eye glanced down, taking in the appearance. Stitches on the arm. Mahito. 

“I didn’t know you were here…” Exhausted.

“Yup. The whole time. Wanna chat? We go way back, after all.”

Haibara, what the hell was I trying to do anyway? I ran. Even though I ran away, I came back with the vague reason of finding the work worthwhile.

The man standing in front of him; his old partner from high school. His dead partner from high school – Yu Haibara.

“Itadori.” A stupid smile from Mahito.

“Nanamin!” No, Haibara. That’s not right. I can’t say that to him. It’ll end up becoming a curse for him.

“Itadori…” Nanami smiled, head held high as he spoke to the protégé. “you’ve got it from here.”

Ringing. That was all she heard; the constant ringing in her ears and it distracted her from Yuji and Megumi's words. 

What were they saying? 

What is that sound?

She watched the words leave their lips, tried to read them off. 

Severely burned. Heart stopped.

She could feel her own stop; feel the way it skipped and ripped before Yuji opened his mouth again.

“He’s awake and breathing.”

He’s alive? She could barely focus when she felt Yuji’s hands gently grip hers. They were barely there… or maybe she was just numb. She refused to get her hopes up, refused to think about what to expect when she walked into that hospital room. 

Once they got her in the car, Yuji told Ijichi everything. The assistant director knew better than to try and speak at the moment. He saw the distanced look in her eyes, the glaze over her irises and pursed his lips.

“How long–” she started, voice hoarse from screaming earlier. “How long was he out?” Her eyes memorized every scene that passed the window. She didn’t look up, didn’t spare him a glance and if it hadn’t been so quiet in the car, he never would have heard her. 

“Minutes,” was all he could bring himself to say. He couldn’t tell her his heart stopped beating for six minutes; that his breathing stopped two minutes before that. How they resuscitated him, and succeeded, is still unknown. She didn’t say anything else.

She tried to mentally prepare herself for walking into the hospital room, but she wasn’t given a chance to when she saw the tufts of blonde hair taking a walk outside in the garden (against doctor’s orders, of course). The tears blurred her eyes as she stood under the arch, taking in his ragged appearance as he watched the trees blow in the wind above him. She just wanted to run up to him and hug him, tell him she loved him and that she’s so happy he’s okay, but when he turned his head, eye scanning the figure in front of him, the tears spilled over onto her cheeks. 

He was nowhere near as okay. No one had told her that the damage caused to his face and body were as brutal, and as shocking, as they were. 

His lips parted, his own tears blurring his only good eye as he hobbled towards her with the walking cane they had given him. 

“Princess,” he whispered, voice strained. His heart was breaking at the sight of her tears.

“You’re— Na–Nami—” She managed to choke out, heart clenching as he reached her. All she wanted to do was throw herself into his arms, but she wasn’t even sure he’d be able to hold her. The worries, however, didn’t seem to reach her boyfriend as the cane clattered against the walkway and large, strong arms thrust her into his chest. That was all it took for the sobbing to start, the dam of tears drenching the hospital gown covering his ragged and worn body. He was sure she could feel the scar of a hole that almost ripped apart his entire abdomen, but it was a conversation for another time. For now, he needed to hold her as tightly as he could. “I-I thought–” She didn’t want to speak on it; couldn't speak on it. The words wouldn't leave her throat. 

“Shhh. Don’t worry, baby. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” He smiled, bony fingers clad in bandages brushing through the grown out brown locks of her hair. She blubbered against his chest, heart hammering in her rib cage as she could feel his own beating just as fast. She clung to him, locked her arms around his middle — almost as though, if she let go, he’d disappear with the wind flowing around them. “I love you,” he whispered against her hair, speaking it aloud for the first time in what felt like years, but it was only a few days. A single tear slipped down his cheek, a shaky breath leaving his lungs. He was safe. He was home with her in his arms.

BONUS — Two Years Later

The crying has finally ceased in the household and for the first time in three months, the home is quiet at 3 AM. The blonde sighs as he rubs his eyes, completely unsure of how he got her to calm down finally, but careful not to wake her up. 

“Is she asleep?” The woman whispers from the doorway, arms crossed and a yawn slipping out. Kento smiles, looking up from the baby in his arms to see his fiance trudge across the room tiredly. 

“She just fell asleep.” She takes the spot beside her fiance, leaning her head against his shoulder. As she reaches forward, the baby’s fingers wrap around her index finger instinctively. She stays like that for a moment before taking the little one into her arms and placing her back in her crib. “How do you do this so effortlessly?” 

A snort leaves her nose and she’s quick to cover her face with a surprised look. The baby stirs slightly in the crib before settling back down, asleep and content with the blanket her father bought her. It’s a mini version of the one he gifted her when she finally came back from the hospital, and it still smells like him. “I’m not as graceful as you are with her.” She strides over to her fiance, climbing into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. “You’re a wonderful dad..” 

“A wonderful dad?”

“The most wonderful dad.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“And I love you, Nami,” she says most assuredly. A smile graces her face once more before she presses a kiss to his slightly chapped lips. 

He was beyond happy with the life he was graced with — a life that was almost taken from him; a life he’d never take for granted again.

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If possible can I get:

Koko and "Please, I can't lose you too"

PERFUME

feat: angst with kokonoi x fem!reader

tw: manga spoilers for chapter 159, alcohol, hurt no comfort

word count: 1.1k

a/n: prompt: “i can’t lose you too” ; i hate you sm for this! ; tagging @vryr

“Where have you been?” You simultaneously felt a rush of relief and a wave of annoyance as you saw Koko walk in through the front door. “It’s two in the morning and you said you’d be home by midnight. Is everything okay?”

You’d stayed up waiting on him, worried he’d gotten into some trouble at work. Worried he’d end up as some news headline and in a body bag on the way to the morgue. But, as you noticed the red that rimmed his eyes and smelled the stench of alcohol, you realized he’d merely stayed out drinking. Again.

“Nah, everything’s not okay.” He slurred, swaying a bit and grabbing the back of the couch for support. “You’re bein’ too damn loud.”

Standing up, your hands clenched into fists at your sides. This had been a problem with Kokonoi. He’d always had a tendency to stay out gambling, but it’d gotten worse the past few months.

“You can’t keep doing this.” Your head shook back and forth in disbelief. “I worry about you, you know. The least you could do is send a text to let me know you’re coming home late.”

“Home?” The word had caught his attention, mockery filling his voice. “This isn’t my home. This is your crappy apartment.”

Your cheeks burned at his words. It was true. He had his own house in a gated community in Shibuya, but he’d been staying at your place recently, leaving in the morning and coming home after work. 

“You know what I mean. Why can’t you send me a text to let me know you’re going out to gamble away all your money?”

He rolled his eyes, starting to walk toward the hallway. “Because I know you’ll get like this. I’m goin’ to sleep.”

Walking around the couch, you blocked his way to your bedroom and crossed your arms. “Do you want me to apologize for being concerned about your well being? Because I’m not going to.”

“I didn’t ask you to worry about me.” His face screwed up in agitation. “Why are you doing this? I spend a couple nights and suddenly you’re acting like you’re my girlfriend.”

Your nose shriveled up as the scent of his breath. He’d had his whiskey, though you caught a whiff of something sweeter.

“Oh, believe me. I know I’m not your girlfriend.” You snapped, narrowing your eyes at his drunken accusation. “You can’t commit to anything besides money.”

This fight had been brewing for a long time. What had started out as staying over one night had turned into an unspoken agreement to be friends with benefits. Yet, it was more than that. You loved Kokonoi and you knew that he loved you too. 

The problem was— He still loved her, too. 

“Whatever. Get outta my way, (y/n).” He rolled his eyes, trying to step around you. 

But you sidestepped him, his chest hitting your shoulder. “No. This is my crappy apartment, remember?”

Now that he was closer to you, the sweet scent was stronger, but you still couldn’t tell what it was. Had he had dessert? You stared up at his face, looking at his bloodshot eyes and the scowl set on his lips. 

They were pinker than usual. Swollen.

Your eyebrows knitted together, eyes traveling lower to look at his wrinkled shirt, the top two buttons undone. His collarbone poked out from beneath, a deep violet bruise adorning his skin.

One you hadn’t placed there. 

Leaning forward, you stuck your nose against the fabric of his shirt and inhaled deeply through your nose, the sweet scent becoming sick. Overwhelming as it dawned on you what you were smelling. 

Perfume.

You took several staggering steps back. “I see why you couldn’t text me. Because you’re too busy balls deep in other women.”

He sighed in exasperation, running a hand through his dark locks. “I didn’t want to have this conversation tonight. Can we just go to—”

“I know you are not about to suggest we go crawl into bed with each other and go to sleep.” You seethed. “Not when you’ve been god knows where with god knows who.”

“It was nothing. I had too much to drink and a girl got handsy.” He groaned, reaching forward to grab your wrist. “It was nothing. Look, I came home, didn’t I?” He said, hoping the wording would be enough to win your heart over. 

It didn’t. “Get out.” There were tears in your eyes, your stomach in knots. “Get out right now. I can’t even look at you.”

“We can talk about this. Didn’t you hear me? It meant nothing to me. You know I care about you, and I never said we were exclusive.”

You tugged your wrist out from his hold. “I’m serious, Koko. Get out of my apartment. Whatever we had, it’s over.”

The words sobered him up instantly, his body standing rigid. “No. I didn’t cheat on you. We’re not exclusive so I couldn’t have cheated.”

Taken aback by his audacity, if he wasn’t going to leave, then you were. Eyeing the door behind him, you started to grab your purse, checking to make sure the keys were inside. 

“What are you doing?” He questioned, watching you with a perplexed look. You ignored him, shoving an arm into your jacket. 

He must have realized you were trying to leave because he strode over to you and grabbed your forearm. “Akane, wait—”

It would’ve hurt less if someone had stabbed you in the gut. It was like someone had poured ice water all over your body, your shoulders tensing up. “Really?” You hissed out. “Akane?”

Letting go of your arm, his face flushed red in mortification. “I’m sorry, I was just—”

“I’m not Akane!” You raised your voice, anger boiling over. “I’m not someone you can just use to fill her role!”

“I know you’re not her, I just— Please, don’t go.” He was shaking now. “I can’t lose you too. Please... You have to stay.”

Shouldering your purse, tears were streaming down your face as you turned your back on him, stalking toward the door. “You should have thought about that before you went and fucked some other chick.”

Dropping onto his knees, Koko was begging at this point. “Please don’t go! I’ll make it up to you. I’ll do anything, (y/n). Please, just hear me out!

“Oh, you remember my name now.” You spat, swinging open the door and stepping out into the hallway. “You can’t make this up to me. Leave the spare key on the counter before you go.”

That was the last thing you said to him before you slammed the door closed. You wished you’d never met him. You wished you’d never fallen for his charm. 

But, most of all, you wished you could’ve been enough.

[pulchritudism]

leave a message after the tone | kento nanami x reader — part 3

⚠️ MANGA SPOILERS — PROCEED WITH CAUTION ⚠️

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Kento Nanami X Reader

Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Post-Shibuya Arc

Summary: He’ll be back before you know he’s gone, he promised. But it’s five past 11PM, and the food has gone cold—a collection of voice messages of words spoken but left unheard.

Word Count: 2,913

Status: Completed

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xi.

“I stumbled upon a photo of you today while I was fixing your things. You looked so cute when you were still in high school, did you know that? And this… This was Haibara, right? Yu Haibara... Weren’t you so fond of each other? I wonder if you’re with him now. Have you two caught up? I’m sure you have plenty to talk about. Say hi to him for me, okay?”

* * *

xii.

“It took me months, but I finally walked the streets of Shibuya.

It’s quiet today. Can you believe it? Shibuya—quiet? I mean, I get it. Who in their right mind wouldn’t be afraid after what happened? Nothing’s been the same since that incident, and honestly, I don’t think it’ll ever be. At least, not for me.

Sometimes I look around and think: how? How can the world keep moving? How can people keep moving, knowing how many lives were snuffed here? But, I guess that’s just life, right? It keeps going, regardless of all its unfulfilled promises, regardless of everything it takes from you.

I still don’t know what happened to you, and it’s been so long since I last talked to Yuji. I wonder if I walked the path you had taken. I wonder if I passed the place I lost you in…

I’m sorry. There are still so many things I wish I could’ve said to you. But most of all, I should’ve—I should have told you I loved you more. But I hope you knew just how much I did. I still do. I don’t think that will ever change.”

* * *

xiii.

“It’s your birthday today. You would’ve been 29. I can’t help but wonder how we would've celebrated it.

Do you remember your 28th? You wanted to stay home for the night but you couldn’t pass up the offer when I practically begged you to go with me to the ramen shop down the block. I don’t know what happened, but we ended up in the park, drunk out of our minds, and I even taught you that silly dance I learned back when I was still in school.

You tried to hold back your laugh; you did that so often, but you always had that look on your face when you were happy... What I’d give to see that right now. God, what I’d give to see you right now. To greet you, to hold you—had I just known that that was the last birthday I’d get to spend with you… I would have given you so, so much more.

Um, anyway. I got you something—it’s that book you were staring at the last time we passed by the bookstore. I’ll keep it at your bedside table, but you wouldn’t mind if I gave it a read, right?

Happy 29th birthday, my love. I hope we can dance under the stars together again.”

* * *

xiv.

“It’s hard to breathe today. I can’t find the energy to get up from bed, so I think I’m going to call in another sick leave. I think this is the last one I have.

You know, I thought things were finally starting to look up, that I was slowly starting to feel better, but I can’t help this feeling once in a while. It’s suffocating, and I can’t even begin to describe how empty I feel.

If you were still here, you’d tell me to keep going, right? You always found the right words to encourage me, even when I’m so fucking close to giving up. Well, if you’re worried about that, I can assure you that I won’t. That’s what you have wanted, right? Then no, I’m not giving up, no matter how much it hurts.

But… I miss the way you always knew what to say in every situation, no matter good or bad. I miss the way you’d rest my head on your shoulder and softly whisper all those words to me. I miss the way your fingertips would shyly graze mine before you take my hand in yours; I miss the gentleness of your embraces, your kisses; I miss the way you make me feel safe, and loved, and cherished.

I just miss you. So, so goddamn much, Kento.”

* * *

xv.

“I had a nightmare. The things that Yuji chose to tell me about, those were the scenes that played out. And although I couldn’t remember exactly everything that happened, there is something that I don’t think I’ll ever forget.

Your smile.

You had this expression on your face, a smile of acceptance, as if you were already resigned to your fate, to your death.

No, that can’t be—you didn’t just give up. Was it that hopeless?  But, knowing you, all you’ve ever wanted was to rest. You’re practical, you wouldn’t have given up unless you knew there was nothing else you could have done.

I tried to scream, to call out your name, but no sound came out. You had your eyes set on Yuji. What could it have been? What were you thinking of?

…You’ve done enough, my dear. I hope you’ve found the peace this life couldn’t give you; I hope you’re now resting well.

And I can only hope that in your last moments, that you spared me a thought."

[strawbeebo]

~♡ Damned If I Do ♡~

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Fem! (She/Her) Reader

Warnings: ❌MAJOR SPOILERS!!❌ Seriously, if you aren’t caught up with the manga, don’t even finish reading this description lmaooo

Words: 5.5K

Genre: Fluff & Angst

A/N: this has shit that’s 100% me taking shit into my own hands and assuming the shibuya incident ends with things going well for those still alive and everyone returning to the Tokyo school for rehabilitation and mourning so ye ye ye. also i’m delving into completely unfamiliar territory so don’t @ me if it makes no sense LMAO

As always, if you enjoy this and want to see more of my work, PLEASE consider reblogging as it’s the best way for my works to get around and keepin’ me motivated to make more for y’all!

❌ MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD ❌

Gojō remembered the first time he met you, after all, how couldn’t he? It was actually a pretty funny situation, but if Nanami had a say in it he would heartily disagree.

It was his birthday, something Nanami had never put much thought into and actually preferred others to treat it in the same way. For the longest time, his birthday was just another day that happened to show that he had been on this hell of an earth for one year longer than the year before. It was a countdown leading to nothing when he had nothing he really wanted to live for, but when he met you, that seemed to change in a blink of the eye. Well, at least your relationship felt just like that, a ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ type situation, but despite that, the handful of years he had spent with you felt like something he never could have even dreamed up happening.

You had met by chance, running into each other at the grocery store. It was nothing special, he had quite a few more items than you did so he offered up the spot ahead of him so that you could get through more quickly. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately so, the line was still fairly long so you decided to strike up a conversation with him following your list of ‘thank you’s’. You thought he was nice, a little bit on the serious side and not overly cordial, but you could tell just from that short conversation that he was the type of person you could sit with and not say a single word and still feel comfortable and content. He had a sort of calming, mature air about him and with a handsome face to match, you couldn’t help but think about how surely a man like that had someone waiting for him back home, wherever that was. Either way, before your conversation could go on for long, you had to turn your focus to checking out, so you thanked him once more for letting you pass him and simply went on your way, not thinking in the slightest that such a minor encounter with a stranger would change your life like it had. Your life continued on as normal and so did his and, for a few months at least, things went on as such until the two paths of your respective lives came together once more.

This time, it was at a small café that you later learned was near his place of work, so he frequented it often. You actually didn’t see him at first, he had intentionally chosen a table that was at one of the corners closer to the entrance so he could be away from the noise of the front counter, but the cafe was a bit packed that afternoon so it didn’t really matter in the end. You had only noticed him because you were looking for a place where you could sit and your disappointment in the fact that there didn’t seem to be any empty tables was soon replaced with intrigue in response to seeing that vaguely familiar face. It took you a moment, but his unique features allowed for your memory to be jogged quickly as you made your way over to him after putting in your order, starting with a small wave to get his attention.

To your surprise he actually remembered you, though that was for the better since it made you feel a little bit less creepy about remembering him. You introduced yourself, something you didn’t feel like you had to do last time but for some reason with this meeting, you felt it was appropriate. He returned the favor, ‘Kento Nanami’ was his name, something that at first didn’t seem to suit him well, but who were you to say? Your small talk continued and, while you didn’t actually have any intention of ‘using’ him for the empty chair that sat across from him, the topic of how busy the cafe was came up and his request for you to sit with him followed soon after. You turned him down initially, you assumed he was working since he had both his laptop and his phone laid out in front of him and you didn’t want to be an annoyance, but he politely insisted it was not bother for him, so you eventually accepted his offer.

You were only on your break after all, so you figured it wouldn’t be long and that if you drank your coffee and ate your chocolate croissant quietly, he wouldn’t regret allowing you to share the small table, though once again to your surprise, it was him who started up another conversation a few minutes after you got settled. You talked about your respective work, his disdain for his job being clear as day even as he seemed to try and justify it either to you or to himself, but you almost felt bad speaking of your boring day to day job that didn’t seem nearly as bad as his. Aside from work however, you spent a lot of time talking about good places to eat in the area as it seemed you shared a love for good food amongst a few other things. He was as nice to talk to as you had initially imagined he would be, to a point where you had to cross your fingers and hope that he didn’t notice your interest peak and your eyes flicker to his ring finger when he happened to mention living alone. To be honest, you had never really been one to put yourself out there unless the person who you found an interest in had a clear interest in you in return, but when you stood up to leave, you felt compelled to slip him your number written on a piece of notepad paper you always kept in your purse, telling him if you ever happened to be out at the same time, you’d like to meet up for coffee or something another time.

He, much like you, wasn’t particularly romantically focused, but he accepted the offer nonetheless. If anything, he wouldn’t deny it was nice to have some company that wasn’t his coworkers. You were polite and all, though for some reason, he felt a want to get to know you on more than a ‘small talk with a stranger’ level. He didn’t have much to go on, but that was all the more reason to get to know you more, and that he did. You had one more meeting over coffee, and then once again, this time at a different café you had told him about. He liked to stick to his routine, but it was cute how excited you got raving about how amazing their cherry danishes were, so he decided it couldn’t hurt. From there his feelings of ‘it couldn’t hurt to go’ slowly turned to him waiting to see you again, for once tapping his pen in annoyance not just because he wanted to get out of another pointless meeting, but because he wanted to see you. You had become a breath of fresh air in his mundane life, one that made all those late nights seem slightly less exhausting and after some time, made the idea of making money for himself come second in his thoughts. Your coffee dates turned to dinners out, then to him cooking dinner for you, then to nights spent together that ended with both of you being late for work the following mornings.

You had gotten more than ‘close’ over the span of a year or so, so much so that after many evenings of you commenting on how you could tell something was wrong, he decided that you were someone he could trust with the information regarding his former work as a sorcerer and eventually, you were a big part in convincing him to go back to it, something that, thinking back, you both regretted and welcomed as a fantastic idea. Despite the injuries you’d see him with, he seemed...lighter, as if something that had been previously bothering him had vanished with him returning to the objectively much more relentless work. Still, you could tell he was happy in his own way and as cheesy as it sounded, if he was happy, then so were you. A few months after that and you decided there was no point in living separately if you were spending almost every night over at his place anyways, so the two of you moved in together. Things were about as normal as you could possibly imagine being with someone who did what he did, but with you, a sense of normalcy was all he wanted.

Another year passed and he fully welcomed his thoughts making the change from thinking about how he was going to live out the rest of his life in a tedious manner to how he was going to live his life with you in it. Hell, even his acquaintances could tell you were more than just some woman he was seeing because if you were, they wouldn’t know about you at all. He was rather private like that, everything about his personal life was very much on a need-to-know basis that in his eyes, they didn’t need to know, especially Gojō, but unfortunately you had asked for a few contact numbers just for emergencies and Gojō happened to be one of them. It didn’t take him very long to abuse said connection though, and before Nanami knew it, he was walking into a private party room of a small restaurant the two of you frequented often, only this time he was met with an obnoxiously loud array of ‘Happy Birthday’s being shouted at him. Still, the sheepish smile you wore as Gojō explained he had been secretly planning this little surprise party with you was more than enough to make him ok with his birthday being celebrated in such an over the top way. More than that, something about the way you interacted with his coworkers and students made him...oddly happy. The way you handled Itadori’s numerous enamored questions about your relationship, being able to hear that loud, full on laugh you let out at the stupid stories Gojō told about when the two of them were in school, and all the little small talk in between as you got to know eachother. He hated to admit to thinking of them as his family, but he knew there was no other explanation as to why he felt so fortunate to see you all get along so well.

That night felt like it went on forever, though slowly the party began to thin. The students left first, they had lessons early in the morning after all, and eventually it was down to him, Gojō, and you. You shared a drink with them before tapping out early with an apology, you had pulled an all nighter the night before and the exhaustion was starting to set in, but you insisted he stay out a little bit longer and enjoy himself and after a quick kiss on the cheek goodbye and a whispered “Happy birthday, Kento.”, you were off to hopefully catch the last train home. Nanami knew what was coming next as he could see the knowing look on Gojō’s face before he even turned back to look at him, and maybe it was the alcohol, but he didn’t mind the conversation that he knew was about to follow.

It started with a simple comment.

“She seems awfully nice. Too good for you, don’t you think, ‘Nanamin’?~”

If he were being honest, he would have answered ‘yes’, but that wasn’t something he really wanted to get into. Instead he brushed him off, making a comment on how he sincerely hoped he wasn’t suggesting that somehow Gojō would be a far better option for you, to which he laughed in return. They talked quietly like that for a while, after all Gojō hadn’t gotten to hear the whole story yet and he was intrigued about how this seemingly normal woman managed to wiggle her way into the overly serious and stoic Nanami’s heart. He didn’t ask that directly though, instead he just listed off different harmless questions about what you did for work or what kinds of things you liked. It wasn’t the answer itself that necessarily mattered, but with the way Nanami spoke about you, he could tell that he was simply taken by you. For someone so blunt and pessimistic, when he spoke about you, even if his tone didn’t change, Gojō could practically see the passion he held for you in his eyes. Still, he couldn’t let his carefree reputation be tarnished so to hide his interest he would crack a few jokes and, as always, Nanami would respond with something clever. The night droned on like that until finally, in a slightly more serious tone, Gojō asked a question that Nanami had already asked himself many times over.

“So, you gonna’ marry her?”

It was a simple question with a technically simple answer, however it took much more pondering than one would think. The life he lived was a dangerous one, one that rarely made room for romance at all, let alone marriage, but somewhere along the way, you had helped him break from his repetitive schedule of a life that was meticulously planned and for once, this was something he was certain of even if the outcome itself wasn’t so. The two of you had already had this conversation, more than once actually since he was the one who needed some convincing, so it was really just a matter of ‘when’ rather than ‘if’. Still, he didn’t have to let Gojō know that.

“....I’ve thought about it.”

“Uh huh. So can I see the ring?”

He should have known there wasn’t a single thing on this planet that Gojō couldn’t pick up on. With a sigh, he reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out the small black box that he had carried with him practically every day that he wasn’t working since he had bought the damn thing and placed it on the table. Gojō snapped it up almost immediately, flipping the lid open and lowering his glasses to look at the ring properly. It was simple, something that wasn’t surprising since Nanami didn’t put much meaning into materialistic things and you didn’t seem like the type to want something too excessive anyways.

“A sorcerer’s salary sure doesn’t buy much does it.~~”

The box was snatched away from him in a matter of seconds as he continued to laugh it off as Nanami mumbled about how ‘he shouldn’t have bothered’ despite the fact he knew Gojō was just messing with him. Slowly, the topic faded and after one more drink, they were back to their own personal realities which, luckily for him, involved slipping into bed with who he was sure was the love of his life.

The morning came and went and your worlds settled back into their odd sense of a different kind of ‘mundane’, one that involved curses and demons, but was saved by the comfort and love you had for one another. However even that could only hold up your spirits for so long and with every passing day, it seemed like Nanami was always coming home with worse news, and that was with him sparing you as many of the details as he possibly could. Even with him explaining it to you, there were still things you didn’t understand, but you knew that things were escalating in the world of jujutsu sorcerers and curses. The flashes of true normalcy and happy days seemed to appear so few and far in between lately, the days where you could visit him and the students he helped out with became a thing of the past as said meetings were deemed ‘unsafe’ by the higher ups.

Then, all at once, it seemed the steady decline of the situation seemed to falter just for a moment before sinking even deeper than any of them could have possibly imagined. You knew this mission in Shibuya was different from anything leading up to it just from the way Nanami spoke to you before he left. He made a point to never treat you like a child or as if you couldn’t handle the work he did, however this time, unlike before, he made a point of telling you about the amount of sorcerers that would be there and that they already had an idea of what the curses’ plans were. He was reassuring you that this would be no different than any other mission, and that alone was enough to let you know things were much more dire, but as if that weren’t enough, he held you with a lack of his usual confidence, keeping his arms locked around you for longer than usual before pressing a sweet kiss against your lips that you wished to god you could have savored more than you did. He assured you once more, told you he would call you as soon as he possibly could, and he was gone.

You didn’t even live that close to Shibuya, but with the amount of noise and the way the ground shook that night, you felt even people halfway across the world could feel the sheer amount of power that was devastating the area. You didn’t dare turn on the news, so instead you simply waited. You kept waiting until somehow, you fell asleep. You waited through your morning coffee that you could hardly stomach, waited through the calls and texts from coworkers and friends asking if you had seen the news, you waited and waited and waited. Every call that wasn’t from him became irritating, and as the afternoon passed and the sun began to set, you felt every wave of emotion fall over you. You began to agonize as night fell, calling Gojō you don’t know how many times before eventually falling asleep, no doubt due to stress.

You woke up to a call from the principal of the school Kento worked for, someone you had never even spoken to before, asking you to come to the school the following day. That wasn’t the call you were waiting for, that wasn’t who you wanted to hear, but what else could you do? How long could you reasonably wait to hear Kento over the phone apologizing for being so late and complaining about the amount of overtime these curses were running up? All you could do was agree to be picked up by one of the few sorcerers left, who oddly enough wasn’t the usual black haired man who you had seen drop off Kento on occasion. The young woman didn’t speak much aside from confirming your name, but you were glad for that as you didn’t know what you would say. Or rather, you didn’t want to ask the question that was clawing at your skull because somewhere deep past the threads of hope you were hanging on to, you knew what the answer would be. You could feel something was wrong from the moment you woke up that morning to right this second as you walked with bated breath before being asked to sit in a small lounge room.

It wasn’t long before you heard the slide of the door and were met with the familiar young face of Itadori and lengthy figure of Gojō who, for as strong as Kento had described him as, looked particularly exhausted and lacked that usual grin he always wore.

“...We need to talk.”

Never had those words made your chest feel so tight, but as the rest of his explanation spilled past his lips, you felt emptier than you ever thought was possible.

You knew from the beginning of the end that he was gone.

You knew, yet nothing could have prepared you for the words your heard cried from young Itadori’s mouth as he practically collapsed down onto his hands and knees with his head bowed to the floor as he sobbed out a whirlpool of apologies and regrets that made your stomach turn in knots. You felt cold and painfully numb, as if you were off in a dream somewhere watching all this happen, your brain scrambling for a way to prove that none of this was real. You didn’t feel in control when you got on your knees and hugged Itadori close to you, your own tears finally beginning to spill from your eyes as reality set in and yet, you still tried to mutter through your own weeping that it was ok, it wasn’t his fault, it will be okay. It felt like an eternity that you were crumpled on that floor next to this poor boy, your thoughts completely shut down by your emotions. You had talked about this so many times, sworn up and down that no matter what happened to him, you wanted nothing more than just just be with him. Now, you couldn’t remember how you convinced him of that, because suddenly you weren’t sure how you could possibly be ok with him gone. What was next? Did you even have a single faction of your future planned that didn’t involve him? Over and over your brain went back and forth, between acceptance of this new reality and ridiculous explanations as to the ‘fact’ that somehow, they were wrong. That they missed something, that Kento hated overtime more than anything else and would be waltzing in with nothing more than a few scratches and bruises and ask you what you were doing on the floor like that. It was then that you must have either passed out or dozed off as you could have sworn you felt the phantom of his embrace and his lips pressed to your forehead.

——————————————————————————

For all the late night dramas you watched on television, you could never quite understand what people meant when they said ‘it all passed in a blur’ in regards to what followed after a loved one passed away, but now you knew with certainty that description was not far off from reality. You felt as though you did nothing but cry for days, days that were spent at the school since the mere thought of going home to an empty apartment made you feel sick. Every time you thought you couldn’t cry any longer, there was always something, an item belonging to Kento being offered up to you or a question in regards to his funeral that would send you further down the spiral that you already thought you had reached the bottom of.

The numbness began to fade, slowly, but as awful as it sounded, luckily things around you seemed to be moving just as slowly due to the sheer amount of chaos there was to be dealt with. You tried your best to pull yourself back up again and you were fortunate for the lack of pressure from the others to do so because the reality was, you didn’t know what to do, so for a while, you really didn’t do much of anything. Some days you cried for hours on end, some days you were angry, some days you just didn’t feel much of anything. Days turned to months, though now some of those days were occupied by grief counseling that seemed to help the more you got used to it. You were finally able to return home, though even after another few months of counseling, it felt hard at times with how empty it was. Still, having all of Kento’s friends and acquaintances nearby helped and you all supported one another in the ways that you could.

Eventually you found yourself able to think about Kento more fondly and less about the fact that he was gone. You slowly began working again, you were lucky to have an understanding boss who didn’t have a problem with you having days here or there where you still couldn’t quite handle a normal work day. You also took your counselors’ advice of taking care of yourself physically quite seriously, though most of that motivation came from the fact that if Kento could say something to you now, he would be more than willing to scold you for missing meals or not drinking enough water. Little things like that were working their way into your thoughts more often and you found yourself able to smile again, pushing yourself forward with the idea that Kento would give you as much time as you needed, but you knew he would still hope that you’d be able to find your old flow of life once more.

It had been a while, you still felt off in regards to being social, but you had finally decided to reach out to Gojō and ask him out for a drink. To be honest, you hadn’t been keeping up with the sorcerers as of late. At first you obsessed over it, your lover had given his life over their cause after all, but it was doing you no good and eventually Gojō genuinely convinced you that he was going to keep you up to date on everything significant and let you know what was happening. As far as you knew, they were still in a bit of a recovery period, thought that was partially because the opposition had been awfully quiet while they were left with little to no leads to follow. Still, Gojō was more than happy to hear from you about something other than updates and happily accepted your offer.

He wasn’t surprised at your choice of restaurant being that same one both you and Nanami had loved, but he still felt ill prepared to face that longing look you had as the two of you met up in front of the place. You still looked worn down, but you seemed well off enough considering the situation and the amount of time that had passed.

“He pretended to be pissed off the last time we were here together, but he was really happy that day.” You started, nursing a cup of the shared bottle of sake the two of you had ordered.

“Really? I’m sure he’d deny that with everything he had.”

“Yeah,” You said with a short laugh and a tired smile. “He probably would.”

The two of you talked a bit about nothing in particular, you could tell he was avoiding any mention of his work and the current state of things, but you didn’t mind. That wasn’t why you wanted to see him anyways, though to be honest, you didn’t know exactly why you had wanted to meet up with him. Maybe you just wanted to feel close to Kento again, a part of you dreaming of a world where the three of you were chatting over drinks, just like before. Your chatter quieted, the silence between the two of you drowned by the quiet murmur of the other customers before you finally decided to speak something that had been on your mind as of late.

“I- um…” You started, the telltale tightening of your throat creeping up on you as you gently fiddled with your cup. “...I’ve- I keep thinking...or maybe daydreaming...I think about what would have- what we would have...been.” You finished, stumbling over your words in the process as you tried to fight back against your own emotions.

You knew that thinking about all the ‘what if’s’ was probably horrible for your mental state, but sometimes, when you were really alone with your thoughts, you just couldn’t help yourself. A part of you thought that maybe if you thought about it enough, if you wished for it hard enough, your dreams would somehow come true. Even knowing that in the end that could never happen, those thoughts were always bittersweet in a way. In the end you were and always would be happy for everything you had with him, even if your time together was cut short.

“This has been a topic of debate, you know.” He spoke, tapping a finger on the table a few times as if in thought. “The consensus was ‘don’t give it to her’ but I disagree and I think Nanami would agree with me for once, so I took it anyway.”

For a moment, you weren’t sure if he had heard you correctly, or maybe he didn’t understand what you were saying? Your questions were quickly snuffed out before you could even ask them though as a small black box was placed down in front of you and your heart just about stopped. Your mouth hung open as you looked at him and he simply gestured for you to open the box. You did just that, staring at the simple ring with a single pear-cut opal set in the center, a stone you had commented on loving seemingly years ago. Your fingers felt tingly as you reached for it, your mouth finally closing once you finally held it in your hands. All at once your emotions began to overflow with the tears that threatened to spill from the corners of your eyes.

“I’m no expert, but I think you woulda’ gotten married. Obviously I would be the best man and Nanami would find some new ugly tie to wear.” He said with an air of reminiscence for something that never actually was.

“You’d probably look great, but that’s a given. Then you’d party and get drunk and finally go home so you could do some stuff that would end up with us having some good news a few months later….Ok maybe no kids but I’m sure the two of you could make a damn good night out of it.”

You were silent for a moment, and then you burst out with laughter that quickly dissolved into crying as he handed you napkin after napkin to wipe your face with. You wondered how Gojō could make everything sound so simple and make you somehow both overjoyed and saddened at the same time, but after a while, you were left smiling even though you still had tears running down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry that couldn’t come true.” He spoke in a more serious tone, a gentle smile gracing his features. “-But, who knows? Maybe it could, someday, with someone. Point is, you should know that all Nanami ever wanted was to be happy with you. Whether or not that was for a hundred years or two, he was more willing to ride that train through than he was with anything else. He knew there was a chance that being happy with you could only last so long, but he’d want you to keep living and loving the things and people that you do. That’s what he fought for, after all.”

You nodded, laughing once more through your most likely obnoxious crying. You knew there was no way you could ever get over that want to have lived a happy life forever with Kento, but you also knew it would break his heart if you were never at least able to enjoy the rest of your life alongside the grief you held. You wiped your eyes once more, your tears finally ceasing, and you slipped the ring onto your left ring finger and lifted your hand up to admire it and everything it represented.

“Would you look at that!~ Guess he really did have an eye for perfect measurements.”

You smiled and gave him a nod, unable to tear your eyes away from the ring that now sat proudly on your finger. This was where your life and your love had led you, mourning for the loss of everything you had and yearning for the things that you now knew would have been, yet you knew from him proclaiming it many times that if there was one thing Kento cherished, it was the fact that you gave him something to look forward to, a reason to truly live rather than just go through the motions. He would want you to live the rest of your life just the same, even if it was without him. You would love those you held dear, you would laugh til’ you couldn’t breathe and cry until you ran out of tears. You would eat your favorite foods, sleep in on your days off for as long as you could, and be sure your calendar was marked with little “X’s” for even the smallest of things to look forward to. You would live your life to what you felt was the fullest with him in your heart throughout all of it until maybe, someday, you could see him once more to finish your story with a long awaited “I do”.

[artbykays]

A Needed Vacation

Nanami x Reader

Okay I caught up on JJK and I am hella sad. Manga spoilers!! I lowkey wanna make this a small story but we will see how this goes. 

Warnings: Character Death, Sadness, Angst, hella angst

* You have been with Nanami for a while and it is before, and after the Shibuya incident. Your cursed technique is the ability to see other curse users last 2 minutes of their memories. But you sometimes can feel what their emotions were before those last two minutes where. You aren’t a sorcerer, but did work with them. It is how you met Nanami Kento. 

October 31, 2018  8:00 A.M.

The day started quietly like always. Sun shining lightly in your small room, lighting your boyfriend’s features perfectly. His light blonde hair looked like it was glowing a small halo. The light also traced his shoulders and arms. You never got used to seeing how peaceful he looked. You knew he hated work. Always working overtime. His constant groaning when you asked how his day went, and the relieved sighs once he walked through your door loosening his tie. 

Moving some hair strands from Nanami’s face, you smiled softly. After a few more silent minutes, you got up to start your day. You figured that he planned on sleeping in a bit longer. Quietly, you sat up yawning and headed to your shared bathroom to freshen up before heading to the kitchen to make breakfast. The smell and small sounds of eggs cooking woke the man up. He groaned a bit after realizing your side of the bed was empty. He knew you took note it was his day off, but you still got up early. Nanami just wanted to stay in bed with you just a while longer.

The taller male got up and headed your way, still slightly groggy. He carefully wrapped his arms around your waist, hiding his head in your neck giving it light kisses. You loved the feeling of mornings. If anyone asked, you were a night owl. But waking up with Nanami, made you look forward to mornings.

“Mhm...Morning.” You tilted your neck slightly and leaned back into his hold.

“Morning dove, I thought we were sleeping in this morning.” He nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck and sighed deeply.

“I got a bit hungry and figured we could eat, then go back to cuddling. I have some papers to fill out for work but-”

A deep groan vibrated slightly in your neck causing you to shiver, “Please don’t say that word. It’s a day off and you knew that.”

You chuckled and kissed the side of his head. He still smelled like his shampoo, but also like your home. Home. Home is with Nanami Kento, nothing more, nothing less. If you could take his work load and throw it out a window, you’d do it in a heart beat. These were your favorite mornings. 

“My bad love. Here grab a plate.” You turned the stove off and patted his arm that was snaked around you. “Let’s eat then go back to bed. I’ll do papers later.”

He reached into the cabinets grabbing two plates then kissed your cheek. You smiled and plated the food carefully before grabbing two mugs and filling them with coffee. Mornings were still quiet even when eating. You guys discussed news, plans if you needed to leave the house and of course, him checking in on you. With your technique, it came with a draw back. Usually some come with a physical set back, but yours was more mental. After looking into a past memory, it can be stuck in your head for days, or sometimes you get weird dreams prior to using it. Not exactly future telling, but there can be symbolism behind them or small clues. Once it was so bad, you hadn’t slept in a week before passing out on subway on your way to work. Sometimes it helps you to talk about them, other times you just pleaded Nanami to get your mind off it. 

One more reason you looked forward to mornings, the nightmares or memories stopped.

“You feeling okay today?” He spoke up after stirring some sugar in his coffee.

“Mhm. I had a nice dream last night. The previous memories are gone.” You smiled and took a bite of your food. “You came home like always, tired and grumpy. Something about Gojo, and suggested we go on vacation out of the country.” You chuckled.

“That doesn’t sound half bad dove.”

You guys smiled and continued to eat in peace. It wasn’t uncomfortable, the very opposite. You got to watch the love of your life at ease as he read the morning paper and drink his coffee. A sight you loved watching on rare occasions. 

After a nice meal and washing the dishes together, you guys headed back to bed. Laying down in the thin sheets and held one another. His head on your chest, and yours on top of his head, you traced small circles in his back and hummed softly. 

“We should go to that bakery for lunch. The one that we tried last week. Then we can stop by that book shop you wanted to.” You said while running your hand through Nanami’s hair. 

“That sounds like a plan.” He hummed while rubbing your lower back. 

7:05 P.M.

You both recieved the news. A veil had been casted over the Shibuya train station and it kept people in. All Jujutsu Sorcerers were needed, and you would come in once the veils dropped to aid in finding out any information you could get from beings or humans who had passed in the situation. 

“Can’t I just come with you? You are assisting in grading some of the kids right? Besides I can help along the way and you did say I was getting better at using cursed tools.” You fixed his tie as you pouted. “This was supposed to be a day off.”

“I know Y/N. As much as I would love having you there, Ijichi said you had to wait. We will get it done quickly so I can call you. Just get some rest. You need to be charged up.” Nanami pulled you in close.

“It sucks being the useful one in this life.” You chuckled as you dramatically threw your head back.

“See you later dove.” Nanami kissed you softly as his large hands found yours.

Smiling in the kiss, you gripped his hands. “Kick ass and please stay in one piece got it? You took a nasty hit last time.” 

“Mhm. I’ll call you.” The tall man slowly let go of your hands and headed out the door. 

The warmth of his hands slowly faded as you let out a yawn. You knew you should rest up knowing you will have to use a lot of your technique later. Making your way to your bed, you laid down and held one of Nanami’s pillows close before your eyelids started to shut. 

November 1st, 2018 2:27 A.M.

You jolted awake from your slumber panting. 

This smell. This feeling.

Rubbing your eyes, you grabbed your phone to look for the signal or text from Nanami.

No New Messages.

You called Nanami’s phone but it went straight to voicemail. Called Ijichi, same response. Gojo, similar. You didn’t really like the feeling bubbling up in your stomach. You knew he was okay. You trusted the sorcerers. But the energy shifted, surrounding your small apartment you shared with your lover. Fear. Death. Sorrow. They all smelled of rotting flesh and left a sour taste in your mouth. 

Quickly you decided to change into your uniform and head to Shibuya. It shouldn’t have taken this long. What is going on? Why can’t anyone answer their damn phone? You were snapped out of your thoughts when you hear people talking about how Shibuya is now like a ghost town. You knew this wasn’t right. 

Why did no one call you for back up? Why didn’t Nanami call you? Is he okay? Are there major casualties? All these thoughts ran laps in your head while driving but halted once you reached the outskirts of Shibuya. They weren’t kidding when they said it was a mess. Roads blocked your paths when you got closer to the train station meaning you had to travel quickly by foot. That smell of death from earlier hit your senses, but in a bigger wave. 

On your way there you discovered one of Gojo’s students passed out. The black haired boy was barely breathing but seemed like he was going to make it. You wanted to nudge him, but remembered the last person you touched, was Nanami. You could use your technique to figure out his location. Looking around, you found no one near by and closed your eyes. Concentrating on the feeling of holding Nanami’s hand that was bigger than yours. His calloused hands were rough, yet so full of warmth. Home and mornings. 

3:58 A.M.

The feeling washed over when you saw through Nanami’s eyes. But for some reason you only saw out of his right eye. You were in pain on your left, his left side. He was walking around the empty halls. You could feel his tiredness kicking in. He kept muttering. 

“We will go... maybe Malaysia. Yeah. We will build a beach house. Read all those books with Y/N...Y/N...I just want to be there with them... Yeah, that sounds nice.”

3:59 A.M.

Tears were falling on your face. “Where are you Kento?”

His thoughts halted when someone had touched his hand. The one with the stitches and two colored eyes he had mentioned. The one that made him work over time once. Nanami mumbled a bit more until he saw Itadori, the one student he wanted to protect his childhood. A soft smile formed on his face. He was relived. But you knew too well how this was going to end. 

“Mmm, Y/N and Itadori-”

No no no, you cried out.

“You’ve got it from here.”

4:00 A.M.

All you felt was as if everything exploded from you. Tears were falling fast, but the sound you let from the pit of your stomach to your throat came out faster. A scream that was heard all around. You didn’t care if anyone or anything heard you. Falling to your knees, you recalled that dream you had the night before. Why didn’t it warn you like other dreams did? Why is it that clips from others’ lives could be told in your head, but not your own or Nanami’s? It was a truly a curse.

You forced your self up and headed towards the subway station. Everything was so perfect until he left your hold. This morning was supposed to be perfect again, but it was far from it. No more warmth light leaking through your room to illuminate Kento. No more hearing his heart beat calming you down from nightmares. No more making fun of that ridiculous tie he was found of, before he left to work. Your home, was no more. Those last moments with him kept playing in your head.  

Fixing his tie. Laughing about it. Holding him close and giving him that soft and passionate kiss. Holding his hands and asking if he wanted you to come with him. It would have made things easier if you went right? Him just telling you to wait for your cue and then you guys would plan that long needed vacation together. 

Once you found the subway station, you pulled out the small blade that Nanami had taught you how to use. Only one thing was on your mind finding that being with stitches. You knew you didn’t stand a chance against him, but why Nanami? It was selfish, but why take away your love? Maybe finding Itadori was a better idea. You had to head towards where Nanami was left to see if you could find someone who maybe saw him run by. 

But little items caught your eyes before you got even close to the level that Nanami was on. That tie and glasses. You knew them so well. Carefully picking them up, you noticed the tie had some tears and burns in them. As for the small glasses, they had cracks in them. Tears spilled once again and you held them close. 

“You always left these together at home. Never on the floor...Why are they on the floor Kento...” 

Over your crying, you didn’t notice the being that had crept it’s way up from lower levels. The only thing you noticed was the sharp pain that traveled up your spine. Even then, you clutched the small items close as you felt something familiar. That tiredness that Nanami felt when you watched through his eyes. A small smile formed across your face as you closed your eyes.

Home. 

That warm feeling came back once you opened your eyes. Light seeping through your eyelids that were once heavy. In front of you was a familiar tall blonde who turned to face you, holding out his hand. 

“I think we need a vacation.” He smiled.

Taking that large rough hand, made you feel safe and warm again. “I think so too.” 

All that was heard was ocean waves hitting the shore. All you could feel was this man pulling you in close to walk along that shoreline, and kissing your head. “Where to?”

“I was thinking...Malaysia.” You smiled and leaned into his touch. 

“Oh yeah?...That sounds nice.” He smiled as you guys continued walking. 

[dillpickleinstrument]

Alice in Borderland Episode 1 Review

Over the pandemic, I have started to watch series on how to survive a variety shows and movies. One I watched titled Alice in Borderlands caught my eye because it reminded me of one of my series, Saw. This series is a live action Netflix adaptation of the manga with the same name. The show begins with one of the lead characters, Arisu, we are able to understand a lot about his character without much dialog; he’s a creative gamer as well as a burden to his family.From a forced dialogue exchange, we learn that he acts this way because he is still grieving over his dead mother. His only escape from his trauma is the connection he has with his friends Karube and Chota. The group meet up outside the bustling Shibuya station. 

    Through flashbacks, we see that all the characters had a rough day. To let go of some of their frustration they decided to mess around in an intervention; in return causes the authorities. Still enjoying themselves they all hid in the restroom stall. While hiding, the power of the restroom goes out and their phones die. Questioning what may have happened, they leave the bathroom only to see that the once bustling street is now empty. In the distance, they see a building shining in the darkness. Once there, the group finds phones indicating that they are about to participate in a game, and a countdown begins. While the group waits, two strangers join; one who is new to these games and one that is new like the group of friends. The game consenes, and they need to choose to walk through one that says life and another that says death. A timer for two minutes starts on their phones, and Chota begins to record in the room on his phone thinking it was a form of escape room. The stranger with experience in this game convinces the other stranger to open the door title “life”, and she is shot in the head with a laser; killing her if you didn't infer that. The group runs into the other door as the timer reaches zero and flames shoot out of the floor in the previous room. In the next room, Arisu shows his creativity by creating a map of the building based off of his memory. They use this map until the last room. Based on the map, one door, “Death” leads outside to nowhere and the other,”life” leads to the room where the stranger died. Running out of time Arisu remembers the recording Chota of the room and notices there is no door in the recording. In the last second they rush into the “life” door, but Chota receives major burns on his leg. Walking out of the building, they receive a message on their phones indicating they have a pass for three days where they do not have to pay another game. At the same time this happens, a random individual appears yelling that he is about to run out of time, but he does not care because he is done playing these games set up by someone or a group of people presumably for their own enjoyment. He then is shot by a laser indicating that the group of friends are not safe even outside of the games. The final shot of the episode is of all the lasers killing people all round the city.

Within the first episode many of the dialogue scenes felt forced and cliche. An example of this is the very first scene in the episode. Arisu’s brother barges in, badgering Arisu about missing a job interview, showing the protagonist does not get along with his family, and that their mom died without any justification to bring it up. I know people may disagree with that statement, but one of my biggest pet pieces in film is when a character yells “You’re only like this because Mom died” or another form of that statement. Towards the end of the episode, my suspension of disbelief was shattered because the second the characters learned about having a countdown until their next game coincidentally, a random individual turns the corner yelling about the timer and then dies. I felt that this scene could have held off towards a different episode and give the audience time to breathe after the high stakes that just took place. There were a few more scenes like these stated, but I feel they were not large enough grievances to discredit the entire show. 

An aspect of the show I enjoyed was that of the music. The first scene I noticed the music was when the friends were playing the intersection. A violin can be heard amongst the busy intersection indicating growing louder and louder until it is all the audience can hear besides the characters only to be cut short as a car horn bring the characters and audience back to the world; showing that the characters won't let their previous experiences of they day engulf them in sorrow for the rest of the day. Another scene is right after this. Once the power goes out everything but the characters goes silent. The director used this silence to help build suspense to what has happened. This decision works better than if there was a piano or soft instrument playing as the transition is jarring and will catch the attention of the viewer. The final scene I want to talk about is when the timer starts for the death game. Like in many media, drums are used to create a sense of urgency in the audience, but unlike the others, the drums sound like a distorted clock ticking. A large portion of fear delves from objects or sounds resembling something similar, but changing it enough so it can not be recognized easily. The sound director uses this idea to craft a beautiful scene that grants unease to the audience.  

[sohmariku]

RIKU’S RANDOM LIFE: JAPAN HAUL

As the year comes to an end, I think it’s the perfect moment to have a look at the amount of merchandise I managed to gather in the last month of this year. (And give you an incomplete report of my trip to Japan.)

First of all, met Xiang Xiang, the little baby panda that’s turning Ueno’s zoo in a amusement park. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, you need to line up to get a glimpse of this cutie-pie. Well, obviously, for the real thing, not to see the plushie. Anyway, long story short, I love cute plushies, so... boyfriend bought me the panda plushie.

All right, let’s move on!

The manga/novel haul! Touken Ranbu -Hanamaru- vol.1-4, Rengoku ni warau vol.7-8, Kuroshitsuji vol.22-28, Birdmen vol.7+ 10-13 and the novelizations of Touken Ranbu’s stage plays. Half of these I had meant to buy last year (in 2017), but on both trips my suitcases had been too full and I had to give up on bringing the volumes. This time I had weight to spare, so I just went for it! Most of these volumes were bought on the last day of my trip. xD In the end, I did buy a volume I apparently already owned. I was pretty sure I owned up to volume 6 of Rengoku ni warau, but... appears I owned up to volume 7. ^^;; Oops, got that one double now.

SRS2018 haul! These are actually the very first things I got in Japan. Well, granted, most of these things I bought for @blackfireswallow. I’m only keeping on of the happi coats and the stickers. The sticker sheet was a free bonus for the musical website’s premium members.

Akiba haul! Well, about this assortment of merch... If you’ve been to Akihabara, you’ve probably seen these blind bags aimed at tourists. Just from the look of it, you can tell it’s pretty much a scam, but for shits and giggles my boyfriend and I both decided to try it out. This was the content of my Touken Ranbu bag. I paid 5000 yen for it. The Dodanuki noodle stopper figure appears to be sold anywhere between 2500-3000 yen at this moment. The large buttons were probably around 300 yen each. The little Akashi egg is also 300/400 yen.The clear file’s original price is 200 yen. And then you have some assorted stuff that was originally free. All in all, I guess you just about make it to 5000 yen, but it certainly isn’t as good a deal as they try to make it sound. (Oh, and one of the tiny buttons is actually Ensemble Stars...) xD In short, I don’t recommend anyone buy these tourist bags. Although I am happy with the figure, it’s gorgeous!

Nakano haul! It’s not much of a haul really, but... Since I got Dodanuki, and I already own Kashu, I kinda felled compelled to bring Hasebe when I found him for a more than decent price. After that, I also found a bunch of these really cute tiny figures for next to no money. (Hachisuka and Horikawa I actually got in Akihabakara some days earlier from the gacha machine...) At the very least, it means I’m closer to gathering all those sweet figures!

Shibuya/Ikebukuro haul! After meeting up with @lukanene in the early morning, I ran around Shibuya and Ikebukuro to kill the time before it was time to join the Christmas “party” at my brother’s place. In Shibuya, I was really only looking for one specific Touken Ranbu figure, but while I couldn’t find it, something else caught my eye at the Mandarake. The Akatsuki no Dokuganryu T-shirt! When these shirts were originally sold, I had no way to get it, but... having a chance to buy it now, I couldn’t resist it. (Btw. the back of the shirt is amazingly beautiful!) I also came across the cutest figure of sleeping Ritsu... so I had to get that too. (Even though I’m not even into Ensemble Stars. I simply like Ritsu, he’s my spirit animal!) And that’s when I ran out of money. xD I had to find an ATM first, before I could hop on a train to Ikebukuro. I mostly returned to Ikebukuro (I had been there before some days earlier, but shopping around “fujoshi” stores is hard when your boyfriend is a few steps behind), since I still had to check out K-book’s “musical” department, but on the way I also grabbed a sweet Tonbokiri mochi. Then I got some Fudo stuff from myself and some Mikazuki/Mario for @blackfireswallow The keychains came from Lashinbang btw. I remember those were like 1500 yen last year at K-books, now only 100-200 yen at Lashinbang. What a year does to prices of certain items...

Nendoroids! I can’t help it, I need more of these! Nikkari is actually part of my Akihaba haul. He wasn’t in the tourist bag, I bought him separately at one of the shops. Hasebe and Tsurumaru were secondhand purchases I got at Ikebukuro’s Mandarake. When I was shopping with my boyfriend, he told me I couldn’t get them. So, when I returned another day, I bought them using my own money. xD They were just too cheap! I think it was 3200 yen for Tsurumaru and 3500 yen for Hasebe. For that kind of price, don’t tell me to leave them behind! They’ll have to stay in their box thought till I’m officially moved. It’s no use unpacking them now.

All sort of stuff! Yes, some other things I grabbed while there. Kashu’s 2017 solo BD wasn’t on the list of expected purchases, but when I came across it in a secondhand store and it was only 4000 yen for the BD, I couldn’t resist. I mean, it was still unopened! So, it’s basically a brand new copy. The Touken Ranbu stage play documentary BD was an amazon pre-order I had delivered to my brother’s place and thus totally planned. Then I also got a Sayo figure from a blind box and also the little Sada. I didn’t know the new series of little figures would be released this year (I thought they were scheduled for January), so when I came across the gacha machine on my last day in Japan I was already out of 100 yen coins and my boyfriend didn’t want to provide me with coins for more than one try. >_< Otherwise I would’ve tried to get a couple more. Anyway, he did buy me the stage play soundtrack right after, so I guess I’m not allowed to complain. ^^;; We also got this little snow globe thing at Saitama’s Railway museum. And the bookmark was a little present I got with the Data SIM we bought. 

And I think that concludes the list. At least, when it comes to merch. I also bought some food and candy...

The interesting thing is, I returned with all kinds of stuff I hadn’t planned to buy. The things I had planned on buying, I haven’t really bought... xD Guess I’ll have to place some online orders next year, I really want my Touken Ranbu musical collection to be complete. ^o^