#KUSAKABE I BELIEVE IN YOU!! BELIEVE IN YOURSELF!!

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Kusakabe: He's just standing there... menacingly!

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THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS — gojo, geto, toji, higuruma, nanami, choso, sukuna x reader ft brief kusakabe cameo

Summary: in order to become a full fledge succubus, you must have a meeting with the seven deadly sins in the underworld. but you weren't expecting a meeting like this.

Tags: (18+ MDNI), 8some(?)/gangbang/orgy, dirty talk, breeding, squirting, mention of a lot of kinks, anal play, fingering, handjobs, blowjobs/throat fucking, daddy kink, size kink, riding, cunnilingus, overstimulation, exhibitionism, slight impact play, orgasm control, nipple play, breath play, mutual masturbation, snowballing, praise, dumbification, degradation, dominance/submissiveness, cock warming, pet names, finger sucking, dacryphilia, hair pulling, ball stimulation, doggy, slight mlm scenes between Geto and Gojo ofc, full nelson, mating press, double penetration, anal fingering (female), etc.

tagging: @omgeto @screampied (also thank you bae for making the banner 😘🤞🏾) @hoshigray (thanks for beta reading babe!) @kingkonoha @kanekisfavoritegf

A/N: please for the love of god, don’t ask for no part 2. i think a lot of people underestimate how hard smut writing is and especially since this is an eightsome. THANK UUUU FOR 1.6k followers & for waiting as long as you did for this! (5.4k words)

“Well, there’s one last test you have to complete…” Yaga told you, his face was a bit flushed. “It’s rather — er — well… Actually, I’ll just send you to them so that they can explain it to you.” He did an awkward cough and escorted you to the elevator; where he clicked the illuminating number seven. “Just tell them you’re here for your last succubus test.” He gave you a thumbs up and let the doors close behind him.

“Okay, cause that wasn’t totally weird.” You muttered to yourself, watching the elevator’s number increase. Your heart hammering in your chest. You’d been training for this for the past two years, you couldn’t believe you had one last test.

When the door opened, your eyes widened. There were dark velvet color drapes that decorated the entrance of the room as you stepped off the elevator. Every step you took, you felt a deep sense of uneasiness erupt in the pits of your belly. “Hello?” You finally mustered up some courage to speak. “I’m here for the last part of my succubus exam!” You exclaimed, noticing the dimly lit lights above you creating an ominous yet sexual atmosphere around you. Your thighs trembled. 

“Come in, little lady.” A man’s voice said as a door warped in forth of your body and pushed itself open. “Shoes off.” The man said. Hesitantly, you walked inside and slipped off your shoes. Your eyes roamed across the room as you noticed how wide it was – a velvet carpet floor that was soft between your white colored toes. Bits of fog clouded your vision; you could make out bodies but not faces.

“Oh, she’s quite a looker.” Another voice says around you – wrapping around your body like a snake. 

You heard a snicker, “You’re right, and I could smell just how wet she is; that’s the best part. Can’t wait to eat her up.” You could practically hear this person lick their lips. 

“She doesn’t even know what she’s in for… innocent little slut.” Your knees trembled at that. The way these men were speaking had you hot all over, even the air felt different as you stepped forward.

You swallowed, “I can hear you–”

“Oh, believe me… we know.” This time, when this voice spoke, he raised his hand and the fog split down the middle before completely leaving. Then, you were able to truly see the men who sat in front of you, and your body ran cold.

Seven men, who you were able to recognize from the many lessons you had drilled into your brain from your classes. You gulped as most of them chuckle upon seeing your eyes finally take in just who you were looking at. The legends themselves.

The Seven Deadly Sins: Sukuna Ryomen — Pride, Kento Nanami —  Sloth, Suguru Geto — Gluttony, Satoru Gojo — Lust, Choso Kamo — Wrath, Toji Fushiguro — Greed and Higuruma Hiromi — Envy

You swallowed, “So — um— what’s exactly the final part of my exam? Do I have to…like… pretend this is Jeopardy and answer a bunch of questions?” You heard a small scoff. 

“No. This is more the showing part of your exam.” Sukuna told you, his eyes trained on you. “We need to see you score high marks in satisfaction. Do you understand?” 

You bite your lip; it was difficult understanding what he was saying and not be dripping wet. They were all so beautiful, your nipples prodding out of the thin layer of your dress. You’ve had sex before, but that was way before your genes had kicked it. Twenty-one, inexperienced and horny. Now, you’re older and had basically been celibate for two years (excluding your times of pure masturbation). You were convincing yourself this would be a challenge, and it was one that you were intrigued to take.

So, you slipped your dress down, standing out of it completely and stood stark-naked in front of their prying eyes. 

“Yeah, this is going to be fun.” Toji smirked, walking towards you with his unbuttoned pants low on his hips. “The thing about sex is,” he pressed his palms to your shoulders and lowered you down. “It’s degrading. So, I want you to sit here on your knees and to keep your mouth open while I feed you this dick, got that?” 

You nodded and opened your mouth. He was about eight inches and it looked heavy in the palm; he could barely fit it in one hand, so you wondered if it would fit down your throat. But as he put it in, you already knew your answer. He didn’t move, just stood still. It was something about him standing there with his hardening cock in your mouth that turned you on. “Suck,” he told you, and you did just that, like a good girl. Sucking around his cock with a wet mouth, pulling him out to tap his dick right on your tongue before tonguing at his slit. He hissed and pulled back before shoving it deep into your mouth, and your eyes rolled back.

Bubbling spit drips down to his balls and you squeeze them, taking him out of your mouth for a moment before trailing your tongue up and down his entire dick. Reaching his balls, you take one in your mouth and suck one then you trail your tongue back up to his tip. Spitting on his cock, you stroke him. “Damn, girl; you've been waiting for this, huh?” He grabs your head and focuses you to take the entire thing, his hips harshly thrusting in and out of your mouth.. You barely notice that someone’s behind you until they fondle your breast, and you jump a bit before relaxing. They kiss your shoulders and move up to your neck, making you shutter and moan around Toji’s cock. He groans above and snaps his hips against you, pulling you closer to his pelvis, “Fucking, mouth is killing me.” You suck harder when you feel a hand on your clit.

“Pussy’s so damn wet.” You can hear just how wet you are, and it’s embarrassing. The squelching noises fill your head and over makes your legs open more. “You like sucking his cock that bad? That you’re gettin’ this wet over it? Want my cock buried inside of you? Right here?” He taps your cunt and you groan, nodding your head and rocking your hips against his hand. “Can’t even speak with that mouth full and I can still hear you loud and clear, pretty girl.” 

You’re still sucking Toji’s cock, putting your hands on the floor to truly get more around him, pushing your head even deeper into his hips. Pulling him out of your mouth, you press hot kisses on his tip end then place him back on your tongue, now looking him in the eyes. You could tell he was close with his eyes shut and his head pulled back. He was throbbing on your tongue and his hips were moving faster; they swirled a bit before he shook with a deep orgasm. His hot cum rushing down your throat, and he moaned loud, “Ah–fuck, fuck.. fuck***!” You kept sucking, the fingers on your clit moved in achingly slow circles. And when Toji pulled you off his cock, they finally slipped inside. 

“Now gimme a kiss.” You did, with shaking hands and closed eyes. Sloppy and wet, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth before he pulled back and licked his lips. The fingers inside of your greedy pussy rubbed your insides, and you humped against them. 

“Keep going, please.” Your eyes were closed as you rode their fingers, unsure of who it was but knowing that it felt good. A thumb on your clit and kisses on your back before colder hands lifted your breast, kissing and biting them playfully. “Oooh, please.” 

He sucked, “You like that?” You whimpered out something even you couldn’t understand. Your body is simply a toy at that moment. His tongue moves over each nipple and makes delicate swirls around them. Finally, you open your eyes and see a bundle of long black hair – Suguru Geto, who sucks on your breast with his eyes closed and rubs at your other nipple with another. Arching your back into him more but also seeking comfort in the person behind you, who’s using their fingers to scissor your gooey insides. Briefly looking up, Geto pulls away from your breast and kisses the person behind you, only a small kiss but it makes you wetter regardless. 

“Kiss me again, made her little pussy clench.” He kisses him again and your wetness soaks his hand. 

“Satoru, you sure that was for her, not for you?” Geto chuckles, and you can feel a hardness pressing against your back. Geto moves back down to your breast when someone takes your hand and moves their cock inbetween. 

“Thought you were gonna let us have all the fun, Choso.” Gojo snickers behind you, curling his finger enough to make you moan aloud. You see a good amount of precum and your mouth suddenly feels dry. Taking your hand, you jerk him once and he already looks as if he’s going to cum. 

“Her hands are so soft. I..” He’s stammering. “Wait…Need to cum…” A small whimper leaves his lips and he uncontrollably jerks his hips up; fucking your hand. Applying a small bit of pressure to the tip, his eyes shut and he’s jumping back. Sticky wetness drips to the floor and he stands on shaky legs, his eyes pleading with you. Gojo rubs his fingers between your folds; keeping you in the palm of his hands as you play with the others.

“You wanna cum inside of me, hm?” The moment you utter that sentence he bends over, almost sobbing as he nods his head. Twisting your hand around Choso’s red leaky tip, you lick a trail up his frenulum. Winking at him you pull back and kiss Geto, swirling your tongue around in his mouth before Gojo pulls your face to kiss you. Moans take over the room while you roll your hips and move into Gojo’s fingers and Geto takes the opportunity to slip a nipple in his mouth and you try to ignore the feeling to focus on kissing. But you couldn’t focus, when you heard wet noises surrounding the room and you didn’t need to look up to know what it was; everyone was jerking off and it made your body scorching hot.

“Wait,” You whisper, close to Gojo’s mouth and gently pushing Geto’s head away from your breast, standing on trembling legs and walking to Choso. “Thought you wanted me, baby…” A flip switched, no longer at the whim of men. He’s speechless, just nodding his head and swallowing. 

He mutters a quiet, “I do, please…” He kneels, rubs up and down your legs and you place your foot right on top of his sticky boxers.

“Want me to step on it, baby?” Your voice is low and condescending, a smirk tugging on your lips.

He’s gnawing at the skin on his lips and his face is flushed. “Y-yeah?” Your smirk twists into an evil smile before your foot presses down on his leaking tip and his head leans back. His hips raise but you don’t move an inch. He’s whining and sweet small whimpers leave his lips as his hips thrash against your foot.

“Beg for it.” He can only whine, no words to be spoken as he humps your foot with breathy broken moans filled the room.

“Baby—” He’s looking up at you with dark eyes, his confidence shining through, just a bit. Smiling at him you bend your knees and put his cock between your dominant hand.

“Ready?” You ask and he nods. “Need you to speak up...” Hovering your dripping pussy over his upright cock, almost close to entering, slipping the head between your hot folds is what makes him speak up.

“Ye-yeah.” He gulps and pulls his lips to yours, kissing you. Your eyes roll back a bit and you swear you can see stars, sliding the tip of his cock at your aching slit, you both shiver before you finally let his cock slip inside. He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat and his thighs clench under you. You pull back from him and salvia breaks apart, which he lips back up with an awkward smile. Putting weight on your knees, you bounced up and down on him, your tits on full display as they bounced with every move you made. The loud sounds of your pornographic moans filled the room along with the wetness noises of slapping skin; taking more of his cock inside of you each time you bounced down.

Turning your head, you look at Gojo and Geto and like a bee to honey they both rush over; Geto rubbing at your clit with a nipple in his mouth and Gojo kissing your lips, drinking your moans up. 

“I think im going to lose my mind, the way she’s riding me… oh fuck, im not going to last.” Choso hisses underneath you and grips your hips, trying to slow your pace. Slowly, he fucks into you, dragging his cock into your inner walls and feeling your pussy squeeze him in a tight hug. 

“You’re such a good boy Choso.” You lean down to kiss him as Gojo focuses on pressing kisses to your spine. Raising your hips and slamming back down you whisper in his ear, “Don’t you want to fill me up? Don’t you want to cum inside me all night like a good boy? Huh?” After that there was no more talking for a while as you fucked him, rolling your hips in circles and moaning in his ear. Choso’s body was wuthering trying to keep up with you; your pussy splattering out white cream as you kept a dangerous pace before his stomach caved in.

“Be gentle with me, please? Please baby or I’m—” he mouths out your name when he comes, thick ropes as his hips jerk, his eyes rolling back. He’s heaving loudly, digging his fingers into your hips as he comes down from his high as his body trembles. 

You barely get a minute to catch your breath before Geto and Gojo slaps their cock on your cheek with dark smiles. You open your mouth, knowing that both can’t fit inside but hoping that the tips can. Their cocks graze each other and you swallow around them. 

“Slutty mouth, taking both of us.” Geto whispers to himself as he shoves more inside, his hand on your head. You gag and they both groan with pleased looks on their faces, Choso’s cock twitches inside of you. 

“Choso, don’t you think you're being greedy? I wanna fuck her too…” Gojo whines, looking down at your puffy wet eyes as you choke more on their dicks; both of them throbbing on your tongue. Lifting your hips, a small pop is heard and bits of cum leak out of you. Looking down at Choso’s half hard cock you grin, he’s breathing so hard with hooded eyes.

“Can’t wait to play with that ass,” Geto tells you and your eyes widen a bit. Slipping their cocks out of your mouth, you take his balls into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks so tight around him that he pulls you off. 

Gojo is quick to turn your attention to him, he ignores Geto’s annoyed stare as he lifts you up. Turning you to the others, he holds your body for everyone to see. Your entire body was being stared at, pussy on full display — soaking wet with cum and your own slick— his cock hard and standing upright, teasing your clit. He grips your thighs and spreads them a bit wider, small strings from sticky folds breaking off as your pussy spreads. 

He enters you, fills you up and your toes curl. “Fucking tiny, aren’t you baby?” His cock angled perfectly at this position, slick running down your thighs as he fucking directly into you. He’s hitting a deep gooey spot inside of you making wetness come out of you in spurts, your moans making Gojo shiver above you. 

“Hold her still for a minute,” Geto whispers, face directly by your pussy, wetness shined on his face and you felt hot. He must’ve been there for a while. Licking up a long stripe from Gojo’s tight balls to his cock before he nuzzles his face into your cunt, pressing his tongue hard on your pulsing clit — your thighs shake when he pressed a small kiss there. He wraps his tongue against the bud and you jump a bit when Gojo does a small thrust, knocking you loose when he hits that spot again. Geto licks and swirls his tongue around before he moves back. “Just wanted a little taste…” He spits on your pussy and watches it slide down Gojo’s cock. “Looking fucking pretty with his cock inside of you, ya know that?”

You whine, barely able to talk at the sensation coming from your body. “Sloppy pussy making all that noise, hear that?” Geto urges you to listen to the plat wet noises that fill the room and once again, you feel something taking over you. 

“Are you gonna let me come inside too? Huh, my little treasure?” Gojo bites your neck playfully, thrusting deeper, a long moan leaving your mouth. You don’t remember Geto pulling himself to stand but when you feel his cock slap right to your clit, you jolt. Running your slick and his precum. 

“Let me stretch this pretty ass out, you think you can take both?” His face is flushed, his fingers circling your asshole before his thumb plays with it, you clench a bit before relaxing. “Oh? Already been played with.” He says, spitting on his hand and rubbing it in before he gently nudges his tip into your tight hole that’s stretching ready to take him. 

Almost too easily, it slips in and he huffs out a laugh, “So proud of you, I knew you could take it both of them.” He’s stretching you open and your eyes are blown wide.

“Ohhhh!” Leaves your mouth as they both thrust inside of you, both holes clenching and unclenching around them. “Ohh, god.” Messy sounds between the three of you and two bodies come to your sides, both placing your hands on their aching cocks. Your eyes are so heavy you can’t tell who they are , but your hands move up and down regardless with their hips meeting every thrust you give them. An unfamiliar hand on your clit makes your back arch and you can hear laughing above you. “Gojo.” Your voice slurs out, his cock coming close to your cervix and twitching inside of your tightness. 

Rough fingers circle your clit again and you gasp, “Please? Please?” You don’t know what you’re begging for until both Gojo and Geto do hard thrusts inside of you, making your thighs almost squeeze together.

“You like it here? Right here?” You can’t tell who’s speaking but Geto grinds his hips in circles, your bodies so close. The amount of wetness leaking out of you, makes you dizzy and now your tongue lolls out of your mouth before Geto kisses you hungrily massaging his tongue against your own, pulling back and spitting in your mouth, watching your throat swallow. 

“Oh you like being full huh? Fucking stuffed…” Your voice is lost, you can only nod with a fucked out smile on your face. “Really gonna fill you up, sweetheart.” The softness of your insides squeezes them both and you can see Geto’s eyes close and you can imagine that Gojo’s is too when Geto throws his head back and both of their cum gushes into you.

“Fuck— fuck,” They say together, both slipping out a bit, panting. Cum splatters out of both your holes as your pussy and ass flexes, you whimper when they both finally slip. Your hands are still jerking the two other cocks as Gojo holds you tightly before one of the men grip your hair and shoves his cock into your mouth, completely to the hilt and your eyes water. You look up to see Nanami’s blonde locks and his deep brown eyes looking at you, Toji’s rubbing big circles on your clit and now squeezing one nipple with his other hand and Higuruma’s cock pulsing between your other hand. 

“C'mon little love, pretty mouth needs to be soaked again, too.” You moan around him as he uses your throat, pulling you by your hair, groaning when he feels  you swallow around him. Your eyes flutter close as you suck with your, pulling him out so that his cock can sit on your face while you catch your breath. You can feel Gojo hand your body to Toji and you feel empty for a second not realizing that Toji’s leading you to a bed. 

He lays you flat on your back and Nanami moves between your thighs, bending over your body. 

“Some men like to see you touch yourself, I'm one of those men. Show me and I’ll reward you like the good little girl you are.” Nanami whispers right next to your ear. “Then I’ll help you, yeah? Would you like that?” You nod quickly and he moves back, sitting to watch. 

“Play with those pretty tits for daddy.” Your hands move faster than your brain and you reach for them, tugging at your nipples then squeezing them while you look at him. Your body is so overstimulated, you feel like you’re going to come any second. “Don’t come until I say so.” He reaches over to slap your clit and your thrash up, wanting him to touch you more. He slaps your pussy again and a wet stream follows down your ass before pulling again to just watch. 

You circle your nipples, looking at your breasts and tempted to reach down to please yourself. “Look at me… look at me while you touch yourself.” You whine and with eyes clouded with tears, you look at him. “Touch your pussy.” He looks directly at your pussy when it clenches around nothing but the air. 

You circle your clit but you ache for his fingers; they’re long and slender. Pressing deep into the bud with your middle and ring fingers, squishy gushing sounds while you work yourself up. Your fingers slipping inside briefly before you let out a frustrating sigh.

“Poor girl can’t even finger herself correctly, want daddy to show you?” You look up at him and he’s replaced your fingers with his and he’s curling them together, your legs quaking as his fingers fucks more squirt out of you. “Gotta get ‘em really deep to stretch this little cunt open.” He tells you, pushing against your g-spot a little, breathy moans leaving your mouth. Pulling his fingers out, he slips them into your mouth, twirling them around so that you can taste Gojo, Choso and yourself all on your tongue. “Your turn, put these fingers in deep.” He helps you put them in and curl them just like he did; he presses kisses to your lips and looks down at the puddle in the sheets. 

Your eyes roll back and you can’t breathe, he pulls back and looks at you. “You’re so pretty like this, you know that? Prettiest girl ever, just for me to see.” But it wasn’t just for him to see. You were putting on a show for all of them. Touching yourself and spreading your lips as their hungry eyes looked over your body.

He moves between your thighs and with a gentle tap to your clit, you both moan. You bite your lip, “Daddy, I—” He ignores you, pushing himself through your soaked and wet lips. He slides up against your slit and you shiver. He gives you a wide smile and kisses your lips; licking against your tongue, shushing you. Pushing forward, he moves your legs up so that your knees are pressed against your chest, once he enters you, cum leaks into the sheet. 

“This is what you want right? To be mine forever, to be ours forever? You don’t want to use your powers on anyone else… just me— just us?” He asks, pushing his cock deeper watching your face morn into a pleasureful expression. His cock has a curve in it and with the angle he has you in, you can feel every inch as he rams into you; fucking you while his cock fucks down and deep inside of your slutty cunt; his balls hitting the rim of your ass the harder he goes. 

Higuruma comes next to you and puts his cock in your mouth, not moving. Gathering spit in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around the head, teeth grazing him a bit and he seems to like it by the way he grips your hair. Choso stands on the other side of you and pushes your head his way, you let his hips thrust harshly and his balls slapping against your chin before Higuruma grabs your face and jerks off with your eyes on him; which Nanami doesn’t like. 

“Keep your eyes on me.” He grabs your face, his hips slamming against yours. “They can do whatever they want but when I'm inside of you, you keep your eyes on me.” That makes your eyes snap to his and even with the cocks in your face or in your mouth, your eyes are locked on his. His hips lose rhythm, stuffing you and he mutters a ‘fuck’, close to coming and you tighten your pussy to milk him dry. When he finally spills inside you get annoyed when you don’t cum. 

“Tell us you want it. Say how bad you need it.” Nanami says, a smirk engraved on his face.

“I… I want it, I need it.” His hands slide up and down your thighs.  “Please let me cum. It’s too much, I don’t think I can take it.” You needed to cum badly, pushing your hips up to his again. He slips out before slipping back inside and doing that over and over again before he slides in deeper, hitting that special spot inside of you harder than Gojo did and you cream around him. 

“Thank you, so—hah— so much, daddy.” Your pussy is flexing open and close as you stare at him, taking Choso’s cock back into your mouth then switching to Higuruma’s and suckling on the head. 

“Such good manners for a slut, don’t you think boys?” He says and you can hear the smiles on all of them as they agree and you feel giddy, almost satisfied. 

Higuruma moves from your mouth and hurries to your pussy, not saying anything as he spreads the lips before diving inside, his tongue licking up every bit of everyone before him and his nose nudging against your clit, you pushed his head deeper, grabbing his hair and grinding your hips so that he nose can hit every nerve in your clit. “Ohhh, sir, please just keep it right there.” Applying the pressure yourself and wiggling your hips, your legs stretched far and your brain turned to mush. “Gonna come, so hard.” You gasp before your legs cramp up slightly when you push him impossibly deeper. 

“How’s she taste?” Toji asks, looking at your face as you groan and squirm. 

“So fucking sweet…” he meets your eyes. “Better than anything I ever had. Don’t think anything could compare.” He nibbles on your clit. “It tastes better than heaven.” That was your breaking point and what made you break, cumming hard and squealing as you did. 

 Toji doesn’t care about you cumming as he digs his face in and sighs at the taste.

Using his fingers to spread you open. “I see what you mean Higuruma, this fucking sweet nectar on my tongue,” Toji uses more of his nose and your hips grind more, trying to feel more of his nose on your clit. 

Nanami’s cock is in your face and your head is upside down on the bed; head on the edge as you lie back and his cock fills up your throat, your eyes closed. He watches and feels you swallow around him and he mutters out a small, “Fuck, you’re killing me dollface,” when he can actually see himself, the outline of his cock inside of your pretty throat. He runs a finger up and down. He does a small squeeze to your throat as you suck, sloppily. But you wanted a bit more, the taste overwhelming your mouth making you move yourself to the edge of the bed, your nose on his pelvis and the small bush of his pelvic hair tickling your jaw. Even upside down, he could see the dazed look in your eyes, blown and bright as he slowly thrust his hips into your mouth. “There she is, there’s my girl.” 

You can hear Gojo laughing when he says, “She’s so far gone, all she knows is that she loves this. Little brain doesn’t work without a cock filling her up.” Agreements are heard all around and you feel so small, but Nanami rubs your head, scolding them with a stare. 

You can feel the presence of Sukuna before you see him; all touch around you disappearing before he bullies his cock inside of you, saying nothing. He just stares at you, your body humming as he rocks inside of you. “You like that? Gonna make a mess outta you.” He says, your mouth in a permanent ‘o’ shape, his heavy cock slamming down and filling your body up as the breath leaves your throat. “Dirty, filthy slut. Aren’t you, woman? All this cum inside of you and still want more, little pussy begging for it.��� You clamp down on him and he hisses, still talking to you as he digs deeper inside of you – he probably has the thickest cock of them all, you can feel it in your throat. “You like being paraded around and fucked like a whore, like you’re nothing, you dirty little girl.” 

You’re nodding, gasping for air and nodding as he speaks down to you, getting wetter as he speaks to you. “Mhm. Yes, Oh– I do.” He has a devilish grin and he moves forward to bite your lip and then kisses you deep. 

“Just needed a real man to dig this pussy out the right way, yeah? To stretch you out. They weren’t doing it like me… c’mon, I know you’re close. So sensitive and wet for me. This fucking pussy’s crying for me,” And he was right, it was. It was weeping and with every stroke, more wetness covered his cock, dropping and splattering underneath you both. He licks the tears that fall from your face and asks you, “You like pleasing me? I can see it all over your face whenever I put my dick inside of you.” More tears fall and you can only nod your head at him, sobbing. 

His pace gets faster and more rough, bending your knees so that they touch your ears and your thighs shake move than they have today, thin milk colored cream mixed with wetness and so much overflowing cum leaks out of you but he doesn’t stop, just continues, slows down and then speeds up again. You can’t keep up with him, just lying there as he fucks you; small soft moans still leaving your lips. He coos at you, kissing your forehead. “Gonna fucking, cum inside my pussy, okay? This is my pussy.” He asserts his dominance over you and your body more than any of the others. With a strained moan, he fills you up; just another load inside of you that makes your eyes roll back and eventually they close. 

“Come back to us baby…” You hear murmurs around you, your body hot and flushed all over, your cunt and tits sore. your throat is scratchy. “I think she passed, right boys?” They chuckle and nod before Geto speaks again, “But, let’s try again to make sure she really gets it.”

Just then, the door opens and you can hear a shocked gasp, everyone looks in that direction. 

“Hey, Kusakbe, wanna train to be a sinner today?” Your legs shook and you huffed, looking up at the man who just entered. He smirked at your vulnerable form.

“Well…What the hell, yeah.” He unbuttoned his pants. “Ready for me, pretty?”

[silentscrying]

🏀 buzzer beater | chapter FOUR.

nba!gojo x manager!reader

summary: you thought you'd gotten rid of arrogant NBA star satoru gojo when he left the curses after your first year in basketball management. but when your contract is up three years later, you find yourself working with him once again as the manager for the sorcerers. as you navigate playoff season alongside long-time friend ieiri shoko and the sorcerers' insufferable star player, you start to realize his sudden departure from the curses may not have been what it seemed, and maybe gojo isn't exactly the person (or player) you thought he was, either.

warnings: language, minor injury, anger/threats of violence. || sfw. 3.1k words.

YOU HAVEN’T BEEN in New York in a long while, it feels like, and walking through the busy streets you think you might’ve missed it. It reeks of weed and you’re met at every corner by someone trying to sell you hop-on hop-off bus tickets, but you welcome the familiarity of the big city chaos.

You’re not the only one, either.

“New Yoooork,” Gojo sings, flinging his arms out dramatically. “Concrete jungle wet dream tomaaaaatooo!” A few stares are tossed in his direction, but he’s also not the weirdest thing on the streets of New York. Across the way, there’s a man meditating on Razor scooter next to someone dressed as Spider-Man.

Megumi stares at Gojo, unimpressed. “Those aren’t the words.”

Gojo stops and spins to look at Megumi with his mouth agape. “You listen to Rihanna? I knew it!”

Two minutes later, Yuji has joined in, and it’s clear that they not only don’t know the real lyrics to the song, but they only know this one part. It’s going to haunt you at two in the morning when you’re trying to sleep. Nobara is recording them and as soon as Gojo notices, he somehow becomes ten times more obnoxious.

You’ve already settled in at the hotel, and now at Gojo’s insistence you’re out with half the team, searching for dinner.

“Jet lag is a state of mind!” he protested when Kusakabe said he was staying behind to sleep.

“It’s not jet lag, it’s indifference,” Kusakabe intoned in that dry, unaffected way of his, and then left Gojo complaining in the lobby.

You wind up at a pizza joint and get it to go, because even if New York is crawling with celebrities to start with, a bunch of NBA players during playoffs season is a little too much unwanted attention.

It’s cool for April in New York, and your long-sleeve black shirt is perfect as the skyscrapers and massive shopping centers block whatever breeze might be coming in from the ports. You told Ieiri you’d bring back food for her, and you’ve fallen back to walk with Nobara as the team paves the way through the Manhattan streets.

Nobara is awestruck by the city, has been since you could see it out the window of the jet, and you can’t help but smile as she looks around and takes photos of everything in sight.

“First time in New York?” you ask, and she nods eagerly.

“I’ve always wanted to come. I’m from kind of a small town, but I think I was meant to live somewhere like this.” You believe it—she seems so alive here, the electronic billboards and flashing lights gleaming in her eyes like sun rays on open water.

“Oh, wait ‘til you have actual New York pizza.” You nod toward the team up ahead, because you made them carry all the boxes. They eat like horses. Or pigs, or whatever animal consumes entire pizzas in a single sitting. Nobara grins. She reminds you a lot of yourself, in your first year, so enamored with the novelty of the NBA and the travel and the pace of life.

It’s exhausting, but you still love it.

You love it as Yuta holds the door for the whole team and then you and Nobara and then gets stuck holding it open for another crowd of people coming in behind. You love it as Ieiri grabs a box of pizza from Kento and proclaims she almost died of starvation. You love it as the whole team, coaches and all, crowds the floor’s common space and demolishes every pizza in the span of half an hour, and you love it as you’re sandwiched between Ieiri and Nobara with the guys sprawled on every surface they shouldn’t sit on.

At some point, Toge silently pulls your laptop and clipboard away and sets them pointedly on a table across the room. You protest, but he silences you with a look. Hard to argue with someone who won’t argue back. You suppose you can take a few hours off.

By ten, the guys have started throwing greasy napkin balls back and forth. “Can none of you go five seconds without playing basketball?” you ask, and in response Gojo lobs a napkin at you.

You catch it, and he yells, “That’s our star player! D1, baby!” The other guys whoop as you hurl the ball back at Gojo and hit him square in the face.

There’s a chorus of ooh and she got you and you gonna let that slide, Gojo? And then the room devolves into a full on war of paper napkins. Yaga grabs the pizza boxes before they can be weaponized and leaves the room, mumbling something about plausible deniability and damage charges that you should probably take to heart but don’t.

You’re ducked behind the couch, gathering napkin balls for ammo and lobbing them at whoever’s nearest, Ieiri and Nobara on either side of you. The guys have turned on one another, Gojo making a point to hit Megumi as many times as he can and Yuji heroically throwing himself in front to save him.

You feel a napkin hit you in the side of the head, and you gape as Ieiri grins at you with another napkin loaded in her hand.

“Betrayal,” you gasp, and stand up, pointing to Ieiri. “Betrayal from the inside!” Yuta obligingly starts pelting Ieiri with napkins. Junpei, the sweet thing, is underneath the pool table creating new ammo from a pile of unused napkins.

You’ll have to shut it down at some point, avoid the noise complaints and make the guys clean the space up and hit the sheets. You imagine explaining a loss to the Phantoms because of an all-night paper napkin war bender. But for now, you just let yourself go, and you don’t think about the paperwork or the phone calls or the tournament or the paycheck.

And you love it. You do.

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It's always strange, playing in other stadiums, but really you’ve only just begun to think of Jujutsu Arena as home. Manhattan's stadium is around the same size, but its massive, curving architecture gives it an entirely different energy. The real truth of “home court advantage” is, you know, the fans.

The stands are flooded with blue and red, signs for players you don’t know. You feel a little out of your element in this new conference. A good number of tourists and dedicated Sorcerers fans have shown up as well, but they’re nowhere near the majority.

No matter. You’re confident in your team.

They start off strong, Ino in his element, nailing shots left and right and center. Kento’s going crazy on assists and Gojo and Megumi seem to be even more in sync than usual. Yuji, per usual, is having the time of his life.

Hakari and Toge sub in after first quarter, and Yuta and Junpei get their time too. Really, the Sorcerers are just toying with the Phantoms, who never stood a chance in the first place.

The only real issue is that the same player who had it out for Megumi in the last game is even more confident on his home court, and it’s making you nervous. His fouls are becoming more and more flagrant, and the ref’s not even calling him. Some prick named Hanami, with a massive stature and unnerving face tattoos.

You’re about to mention something to Ieiri when the man absolutely barrels into Megumi, and whether it was malicious or he simply lost control of his momentum doesn’t matter, because he hits the ground hard.

Your heart lurches in your chest. The stadium goes quiet, or as quiet as it ever is, the anxious murmurs of thousands of fans overlapping with the shouts of anxious teammates and the squeak of Ieiri’s shoes as she runs out onto the court.

It’s not like players never get knocked down. Sometimes they’ll even stay down for attention or to encourage the foul. But Megumi hates attention, and he hasn’t gotten back up.

He’s still on the floor, shaky hand gripping his head, and Yuji is there on his knees in an instant. Ieiri squats in front of him, talking low and urgent.

You yank off the headset as the Manhattan commentators start speculating—you don’t want to hear it. Megumi pushes himself up on an elbow, trying to wave Ieiri off, until Yuji says something that makes him listen to her.

But suddenly, that’s not where anyone’s attention is.

Gojo’s got Hanami’s jersey in his fist, and he’s up close and personal, yelling at him with a lethal grit in his tone. You feel the color drain from your face. Something in him has entirely shifted. There’s no trace of the silly, fun-loving Satoru Gojo now. He’s angry, and you’ve never seen his bright eyes so dark.

Whatever he’s saying to Hanami has started to sound almost manic, like there’s nothing Hanami would be able to say to talk Gojo down—not that he’d even be willing to try.

Should you do something? He can’t get kicked out now—if you lose both him and Fushiguro, you’re really not so sure about a sweep.

And Hanami isn’t having any of it, either. His massive hand is wrapped around Gojo’s forearm, and you can’t quite make out his words, but they certainly aren’t an invitation to dinner.

Suddenly Kento’s yanking Gojo back by the elbow and shoving him toward the sideline, saying something sharp and angry under his breath. Gojo doesn’t look at anyone as he stalks off the court with fists clenched, and Yaga is on him in a half-second.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing out there?” he barks. “You get your temper in check or you won’t see the court for the rest of the series. Take a walk, Gojo.”

You don’t need to look at the ref to know Gojo’s earned himself an ejection. He may not have thrown a punch, but one more second and he would have. The NBA is strict when it comes to violence. At least Hanami was fouled, though you doubt Megumi will be taking the free throw anytime soon.

Ieiri and Yuji get him on his feet and the crowd cheers, and you wish you could just tell them all to shut up. He clearly has a concussion, and the loud noise won’t help. But Megumi waves them off as Ieiri leads him back out of the gym to the training room for evaluation.

After review, Hanami isn’t ejected, and your fingernails dig into your palm hard enough to leave marks. There was no reason for him to go at Megumi that hard.

Gojo doesn’t come back. Yuji’s wringing his hands in an uncharacteristic show of anxiety, and the remainder of the quarter is played in a tense, unrelenting swarm of dunks and slightly-too-aggressive blocks. The Phantoms coach pulls Hanami shortly after the foul.

Christ.

You leave the gym before the half, making your way to a quiet back room to make a series of calls. You’re already getting swarmed on your work phone with questions about Fushiguro’s wellbeing, and soon Nobara’s joined you in the back room, undoubtedly experiencing the same thing.

After a few too many inquiries, you toss your phone on a table and head to check in with Ieiri. You can’t very well reply to questions you don’t know the answer to.

You catch her at the tail end of her standard concussion evaluation, and she has to argue with Megumi to keep him from going back out to the court. The only thing that gets through to him is her threatening to get Gojo. Not that Ieiri knows where Gojo even went, but the idea of it is enough to get Megumi to lie back down, grumbling.

She meets you just outside the door, looking exasperated. “That was fucking uncalled for. Ridiculous. Tell me he got fouled.” You nod, and she lets out a long breath. “Gojo?”

“Ejected. Probably in the locker room.” She sinks down the wall and groans dramatically, and you follow. “I get the feeling.” She yawns, and it makes you yawn too. “How bad?”

“Just grade one. He’ll be fine,” Ieiri says, and you feel the tension bleed from you in relief. “As long as he actually fucking rests. He’s so stubborn, it’s like Gojo.”

You snort. “He’ll listen to Yuji, at least.”

Ieiri eyes you for a moment. “Are they…?”

You shrug. “Hell if I know.”

Nobara appears a few minutes later, dropping your phone into your lap. “I should head back out,” she sighs. “Maybe if we flood all the social channels with three-pointers they’ll forget it ever happened.” You all know that’s not how it’s going to work, but it’s nice to imagine. “He’s okay?” Nobara asks. Ieiri briefs her on the concussion and Nobara sighs and nods before striding back in the direction of the gym.

You and Ieiri sit in a silent hallway for what feels like a long time. You track the score on your phone, and it’s not even close. According to Nobara, the rest of the team is taking this personally. No more playing around. They’re beating Manhattan into the floor, and Hanami hasn’t come back on.

“I’m gonna go find the problem child,” you say, and Ieiri cocks a brow at you. She knows who you mean.

“And you’re the best person for that?”

You shrug. “I’ve never seen him that… angry before,” you admit. “He looked like he could’ve killed that guy.”

Ieiri sighs. “Well, he did fuck with Fushiguro. And that’s the one thing you don’t do.”

You consider asking her what the hell that’s supposed to mean. And then you decide you’ll just make Gojo tell you.

You find him in the visitors’ locker room. You probably shouldn’t be in here, but the game is going on; nobody’s going to walk in until halftime.

He’s raking a hand through his hair, tense, stressed. Angry.

Worried.

His head snaps toward you in the doorway, and he immediately looks away, everything in him wired and on edge.

“He’s fine,” you promise. “It’s just a grade one. He’ll be good in a few days.”

He doesn’t respond. Instead he’s pacing, looking like he’s two seconds away from pounding a fist into the wall.

“Gojo.”

“Tell me he got ejected.”

You sigh, which is answer enough.

“Fuck!” He kicks the air, at a loss.

“Gojo.”

“What?” he snaps, and then he freezes. “Shit. Sorry, I’m sorry, I just—”

“It’s okay,” you say, and you’re moving forward without really thinking. “Hanami’s a dick and he’s awful and he should’ve been suspended. I get it. But shit’s not fair. Just win the next game and you don’t have to see him again.”

Gojo sinks down onto an empty bench, groaning. “He can’t just get away with that, did you see how hard Gu—Fushiguro went down?”

“Ieiri’s got him, Gojo, he’s okay.”

He shoots to his feet again, unable to sit still.

“I’ve never seen you this… mad,” you admit. He sighs deeply and crosses the room to you.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this. I just—god, I lost it, didn’t I?” His laugh is self-deprecating, void of any real humor. “He’s had it out for Megumi this whole series. I don’t know what the fuck his deal is.”

“His deal is Megumi is a better athlete than he’ll ever be, and he thinks he can compensate with dirty play.” You hesitate momentarily, but the curiosity wins out. “You’re protective of him. Like, very protective.” You clear your throat, stalling. “I know he’s your teammate, your friend, but that was…”

How do you say this? How do you ask what they are to each other? “He told me you knew each other before he was drafted. But you didn’t play in college together, right?” You know for a fact they didn’t. You know all of your players’ college records like the back of your hand.

“I—”

The buzzer blares through the locker room speakers, but you’d probably have heard it even without them—that and the resulting roar of sound from the gym down the hall.

“Shit,” you hiss, and retreat toward the door. He was going to tell you. You were so close. You slip out the door with the intent of checking in on Megumi. You can hear Gojo exiting the locker room behind you, probably waiting for Yaga to walk in and start yelling at him for his behavior.

When you look up at him, the tension hasn’t left his shoulders and his gaze is still far away, anxious and unfocused. You reach up and tug the headband down over his eyes again. He huffs a laugh before peeking out under it, holding it away from his eyes with one hand.

“Thanks, Alley.”

You smile, and he smiles back.

Only seconds later, Yuji comes skidding down the hallway and overshoots the door to the training room, catching himself on the doorframe just in time. “Megs?”

“Itadori, get your ass to the locker room!” Yaga shouts after him, but he’s already disappeared into the training room. Ieiri walks out shortly after, immediately clocking you and Gojo. And then the team filing into the locker room, and Kusakabe approaching Gojo with a scowl that you wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of.

Gojo glances toward the training room.

“Yuji’s got him,” Ieiri promises.

Kusakabe grabs Gojo by the back of his jersey and drags him into the locker room, already chewing him out for losing his temper. You sigh and let your head fall onto Ieiri’s shoulder.

Less than fifteen minutes and you’ll be back out on the court. You wonder if they’ll put Hanami back in. You hope they do, just so you can watch the team kick his ass.

Yuji slinks out of the training room a minute later, looking at you sheepishly before darting into the locker room. You hear Yaga shout something along the lines of about fucking time, Itadori and leave the team to their strategizing.

Hanami doesn’t come back on, and the rest of the game is a blur for you. It’s weird, watching the team play without Gojo, not even on the sidelines being obnoxious and making weird hand signals at his teammates. You’re back in the team area halfway through third quarter, taking more calls with Nobara, but you’re back in the gym in time to watch the Sorcerers finalize a 144-103 score.

You smile, but you don’t feel that thrum under your skin, the infectious enthusiasm. You have too many questions.

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Gojo’s beliefs of “when you die, you die alone” & “there is no curse more twisted than love”.

We know these were his personal beliefs. At least the latter was confirmed by his own mouth as a personal theory in jjk0. What he told Megumi during the 1on1 training wasn’t a lecture but a piece of advice for how he hoped Megumi could overcome his limitations. It must’ve worked for, or been personal to, Gojo himself who reflected on how this was inaccurate in ch236.

It got to thinking about how he came to believe these. It’s normal to philosophise following personal experiences and form our worldview. So within the context of the world in jjk, here are my reflections, right or wrong:

As a jujutsu sorcerer they’re expected to embrace death at any moment. They were trained to take lives and therefore they expect the risk that comes with it to some degree. Those whose lives they wish to take will defend themselves, and they can be killed instead. Those with an exceptional burden, whether it be as a teacher or as a talented sorcerer, they’d have to be prepared to lay their lives on the line for others.

We see even adults expressing reluctance over this - like Kusakabe and MeiMei - who have something greater they wish to protect through their survival. Of course it’s not easy to embrace death. Especially when you have a lot to lose. Nanami said he wouldn’t be married for as long as he was a sorcerer. Maybe that’s why they trained them young... but that’s by the by. The greater the strength, the greater the responsibility. This is what the strongest duo shouldered with the mission from Tengen, and this was what they had to get used to when being sent on missions separately.

Meaning, there was always the need to accept the high possibility of going alone. Risking just yourself. Alone.

And it’s not hard to imagine that Gojo and Geto both accepted that death equated to a sense of being alone after they parted ways.

Because they weren’t a duo anymore. The end, the death of it. Even if they were, like in HI, they might still have “died” separately. Helplessly.

So in that sense we can see how the ideal about dying alone could have come about for Gojo, who tended to learn things experientially (e.g. not only as a talented & gifted sorcerer - a genius, but also in the matters of decorum, love, etc.) so in terms of loss and grief, it should not be any different.

When Geto embarked on his path, he accepted that this alone-ness equated to a certain death. He actually sought to be alone (like killing his parents) aside from the girls he protected and found a family who were considered outcasts/minorities within the conservative Japanese society.

He embraced his own self sacrifice - his death - so much so that he proclaimed it would have meaning for Gojo to take his life. Gege wanted him to caution Gojo not to take others’ lives along with his (since they had opposing ideologies too), encouraging Gojo to stay on that path and not follow him. It was like walking alone to his death, living on borrowed time.

And Gojo for certain left behind.

Maybe the pain of having left behind, feeling alone as the strongest, felt like death too. It was not enough to be strong if you were alone. Loss is grief. Being alone was a loss and grief. Grief and loss have roots in separation, in death.

And in being the strongest, being left behind, being alone, being prepared to die, watching someone be prepared to die, and seeing others die - he might’ve felt that his death would equate to being alone too. This was the worst pain he had ever known after all.

So I HC that, just like “love is the most twisted curse” he believed that “when you die, you die alone” based on his own lived experiences.

And for what reason did his greatest hurt/pain emerge? Why was he left behind…? Well, it was out of love.

Love really could make the most twisted of curses. It can bind someone to your soul. We know the parallels with Yuta & Rika and Gojo & Geto.

From HI we can delve deeper. For the sake of humanity, out of compassion and love, Geto became twisted and cursed himself by having crazy ideals that required him to sacrifice himself and humans. Out of love for Gojo, he also cursed them both to separation & loneliness. Out of love, Gojo was twisted himself, cursed as he couldn’t kill his friend, had chosen to abide by the principles and values shown to him, could not move on … and therefore this personal theory was born.

It of course got worse for Gojo (😭) and all hell broke loose when he had to kill his beloved bff but couldn’t let his corpse go.

Sigh.

Love is also salvation though. Gojo made sure Geto didn’t die alone. And Haibara made sure Nanami didn’t. Maybe Nanami made sure Haibara didn’t all the way back then too.

When Gojo died, Geto picked him up.

Love also gave meaning and purpose. It drives humanity. But it was also a curse and Gojo theorised right.

Maybe the two beliefs are linked, in that if you didn’t know love (humanity?) you might die alone, with regret. If you hung onto love and lived purposefully with humanity in mind, you might die a good death.

Who knows what themes Gege is cooking...

Thoughts? Feel free to comment or reblog with them!

[yourstrulybrittney]

𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓣𝓸𝓸 𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓵~ (𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸’𝓼 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷)

Au! Actor!Gojo x Singer!R

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(AN) Hello!! This is my first post! So uh beware ! Don’t Know how far this will go to but prob less than 10 chapter (also depends on if it does well) . Hope you enjoy ! 💋

Y/n an up and coming singer. Gets booked as a songwriter for a movie. Producer ends up loving Y/n for the role of lead actress. What could go wrong with a Costar!Gojo?

Fluff! Smut! Angst! Fake-dating! Enemies to lovers!

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𝓒𝓱1-𝐵𝓊𝓉 ��𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓉.. || Pilot 

“You ready?” Asked your manager Sarori. “Yeah just-.. very nervous.” You said swallowing walking towards the big filming warehouse. “C-mon Y/N, we’ve gone over the lines over and over, you’ve done some acting too.!” Said Sarori. “Well yeah but those were little roles, plus I sing not act, I only got this role because the girl who was supposed to do it broke her arm..” You stated. “Look when you’re singing you’re telling a story, now you’re still doing that just telling a story made from someone else and not singing..”stated Sarori opening the door to the film warehouse. “They director still kind off hand picked you! Don’t forget this will also boost your singing career!” Exclaimed Sarori. You nodded sighing

“Y/N?!” Exclaimed nonchalantly a man in a suit with slick back hair and a lollipop in his mouth. He looks young and good looking, wouldn’t mind him being my costar you thought.. “Pleasure to meet, it’s Kusakabe.” He said extending a hand for you to shake then extending it to Sarori. “The pleasure is ours, director.” Said Sarori. Oh. “It’s nice to meet you, thank you for having me in this project.” You said bowing down a little. “Your room is to the left, room 2 it has your name card on it, make yourself at home.” Said Kusakabe. “Director Kusakabe, is it fine if we discussed the plan for Y/N.” Said Sarori. “Sure.” Now you were all alone. “What the heck Sarori you can’t just leave me all alone.” You thought .

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Now you decided to go look for your room. Walking towards the left, you see a name card “Satoru Gojo” maybe he’s my costar? You thought still walking, finally finding your room right in-front of his. You left your door somewhat open just in case Sarori comes back. “Wow.” You said in amazement, everything coming to realization. You kissed your infinite pendant on your necklace. “I’m about to make my dreams come true mom, wish you were here to see it though.” You whispered.

You sat down infront of the vanity touching up your makeup . When you heard a voice from the hallway outside. “Suguruu, I can’t believe they paired greatness to a little pop star, this isn’t some broadway musical theater movie.” He huffed. “Nah she must’ve done something with the director to get the job.” He said. Your jaw dropped. “Can’t believe I’m going to have to date her-.” He got mid sentence when Sarori brushed pass him opening the door to your room “Y/N!” Exclaimed Sarori. Gojo peaking into the room. Sarori slammed the door shut giving Gojo a glare.

Your head was on the vanity’s desk. “Is it too late to quit?” You mumbled. “Y/N!” Said Sarori. You looked up facing her. “Don’t some silly playboy stop you from achieving your dream, after this movie he’ll be pointing at a billboard and saying that I can’t believe was in a movie with her.!” Sarori motivated you. You sighed letting a smile. “You’re right Sarori, I won’t let you down.” You exclaimed. Sarori gave you a thumbs up with a smile. “C-mon let’s go” said Sarori. You got up unclipping your infinite necklace just to be careful leaving it on the vanity table. “Goodluck dating him.” Teased Sarori. “Is it too late to take that out of the contract, will it really be that useful for the pr of the movie.” You huffed exhaustively. “Too late, Y/N.” Answered Sarori. 

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Gojo walked inside to his dressing room. “Suguruu- she definitely heard me.” He said. “Gojo she probably did, and you need to stop being such an assho-.” Suguru said before being cut off. “Whatever.” Gojo said. “You know Gojo, this movie has been in a high demand, the book is extremely popular, you fuck this movie up and you’ll have a bunch of angry fans Harassing you-. You should probably apologize.” Said Suguru. “Whatever, whatever.” Gojo said sticking his tongue out, as if geto could see him. “All lot of people are excited about this movie, this will probably get you closer to that silly dream of yours.” “Okay dammit, I get it I’ll apologize.” Said Gojo hanging up.

The whole rest of the day of the meeting your coworkers day went fine.. Just hella tension between Gojo- and you. Soon came time to leave. Gojo went to his dressing room to grab his backpack and other stuff he brought with him. Walking out to the hallway seeing your room with a name card on it that read “Y/N.” “Guess I better apologize.” The door creaked open. “Huh, she must’ve already left.” He said walking towards the vanity when something caught his eye. “Hmm, An infinity necklace. What a weird coincidence.” He looked over to the infinity tattoo on his wrist, comparing it the infinity pendant on your necklace. Putting it into his pockets just so you wouldn’t loose it, in case you had some sentimental value to you.

“Hey gojo.” Said Suguru digging in the fridge. Gojo walked over to sit at the kitchen island’s stool. “Who gave you keys to my apartment?” Commented Gojo. “Why don’t you anything to eat?” Scoffed Suguru. “I just got this apartment, some of us actually have things to do Suguru.” Said Gojo rolling his eyes. “Anyways did you apologize to the girl?” “Uh-. No.” Gojo said digging in his pockets. Pulling out the necklace. Also putting his wrist with the tattoo out , for him to compare. “Look Suguru.” Suguru started comparing. Suguru started laughing. “Must be your soulmate or something.” Gojo just rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Well I’ve listen to some of that girl’s music. She writes about love, heartbreaks, and some other stuff. Better be careful Gojo, or she’ll write something unpleasant about you.” Teased geto. “She has a good amount of popularity to, when it comes to lyrics and voice she’s very gifted-.” Once again getting cutoff by gojo. “Damn geto, so much praising. You might as well date her yourself.” “She still has to proof to me she capable of working with someone as amazing as me. At least she has the pretty face to make up for it.” “You think too highly of yourself.” Scolded geto.

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Half a month had gone by. Tension between you and gojo stayed the same. Causing the acting to be mediocre. Something has to be done about it.

Knock knock. “Come in. Oh-.” You looked at the figure with white soft hair and bright blue eyes through the vanity mirror.You were still somewhat pissed of what he said, but nonetheless your a people-pleaser. You turned around in your chair. “How can I help you Gojo?”. He stood leaning on the wall behind the door. “Look I’m going out to restaurant with a few friends, if you want come by, maybe a few drinks will ease you up? And get you to actually get your shit together and do a better job.” He said walking out before you could answer him.

You decided on going, after all you wanted do you best on this movie, this might ease up the tension between you two. But still you’re gonna confront him for being such a bitch.

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You arrived to the fancy Nobu type of restaurant with Sarori, he said he had a few friends eating with the two of you, so bringing one friend wouldn’t hurt. You walked to the waiter up front describing Gojo. He walked you over to the table him and his friends were at. You shook everyone’s hand and introduced yourself. Gojo himself nowhere to be seen. Sarori sat by a man with pinkish hair. You sat in front of a man with long-ish black hair named Suguru Geto. Remembering he was the man Gojo was talking to when he was saying rude stuff about you.

“Gojo’s probably hooking up with some random ig model-.” Spoke a brown hair girl Nobara, before getting caught off .“Gojo should be here any moment.” “I’ve listened to some of your music, you’ve got talent.” Suguru said with a warm smile on his face. “Oh, thank you, i’m pleased to hear, nice to meet you Geto.” You said with a smile on your face happy to hear the words that came out of his mouth, you brought out your hand take shake his hand. He grabbed your gently, going to place a kiss on it when, a bump interrupted it. You saw the gojo sliding into the booth

He started talking to the waiter ordering every one drinks, but he settled on a fizzy drink. You looked over to Sarori to find her flirting with a pink-ish haired boy. “This is gonna be a long night .” You thought. Mostly talking with Geto throughout the night. Gojo Barely said a word to you throughout the night. He was on the phone going back and forth with someone. He was heavily eyeing you though you didn’t notice though.

Before you’d knew it you were drunk. It was still somewhat early. But you wanted to go home. Suguru had already left, he had work in the morning. So in order to get your mind off the boredom and the anxiety, you drank and ended drinking too much. Sarori was still in a deep talk Itadori. You didn’t want to ruin the moment for them. Grabing your car keys. “I’m going home, call me if you need something.” You said. “Y/N you drank to much, let’s go.” She said getting up. “No it’s fine I don’t wan’t ruin the moment.” You said rubbing your forehead. Itadori nudge on Gojo’s shoulder. “Remember you owe me one.” Whispered Itadori to Gojo enough for you not to hear. Gojo huffed it would also be a good time to talk and clear up things he thought. He got up grabbing your car keys in swift motion “Cmon Y/N , I’ll take you home.” Said Gojo. The last thing you wanted , was go with him. But Sarori gave you a “please look.” You sighed “fine.” Walking out with Gojo towards your car.

You sat in silence the whole ride, putting on the gps to your apartment building. He walked you up towards your apartment. Now you were all alone with him.

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[runabout-river]

Gege's Explanation:

In this chapter, Gege addresses several common theories among readers, particularly those on TikTok, regarding easier ways to defeat Sukuna. He dismisses these points clearly, offering explanations for why these strategies wouldn't work:

1. Maki Switching with Yuta (Boogie Woogie): Many believed Maki could have switched with Yuta using Boogie Woogie, but Gege explains that this wouldn't be effective. Maki couldn’t stop Sukuna’s rampage, and the plan would fall apart quickly.

2. Cursed Speech and Higuruma’s Sword: The idea of using Cursed Speech or Higuruma’s sword to weaken Sukuna is debunked, as the backlash from using such techniques would be too much, likely leading to Cursed Speech users dying from overuse or collapse.

3. Foreigners Joining: Some fans speculated that foreign sorcerers would arrive to assist in defeating Sukuna. However, Gege points out that even though these foreigners initially refused to get involved, they eventually changed their minds and joined later, but they were not enough to tip the balance.

4. Todo Unable to Save Yuji and Choso: Fans hoped Todo could step in to save Yuji and Choso. However, Gege explains that Sukuna’s cursed energy was far too strong, and with both Yuji and Choso caught in the middle of the battle, Todo couldn't intervene in time.

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The Clan War:

The three great houses—Zenin, Kamo, and Gojo—have been locked in a stalemate for quite some time. While some believe this power imbalance hints at a sequel, I disagree for several reasons:

1. Zenin Clan: With Megumi and Maki now representing the Zenin clan, their power is significantly reduced compared to their peak.

2. Gojo Clan: The Gojo clan has lost its strongest member, Satoru Gojo, leaving them weakened and without a clear leader.

3. Kamo Clan: Kenjaku, the former head of the Kamo clan, is dead, leaving the Kamo clan with no strong leadership as well.

If anything, the future will likely see the students (the next generation) joining the Shin Kage—a group that could rise to take over Jujutsu society. These young sorcerers are strong enough to wipe out anyone standing in their way, signaling a fresh start for the world of Jujutsu sorcery.

(I got several asks last night, mostly on anon. I like getting asks and if you want to stay on anon that's good but also if you want to you can add a personal emoji to your asks. To distinguish yourself and so on 🙂)

Most of what Gege wrote in the war review part of last chapter I had already mentioned during my reviews of the Shinjuku fight in the last year. For me nothing of what was said was new or mindbreaking information. Especially the Toge part 😄 I've said it mostly for Nobara but its the same for both: if they attacked Sukuna too early they would explode 😂

About the clans:

I have to disagree on the Zenin. Like I said in my review, they lost nearly all of their fighters, however they didn't lose their power. Maki is the one who killed them and is therefore stronger than them, a special grade in all but name. Megumi has been said two chapters ago that he would be a special grade as well. With only those two the Zenin obviously don't have their direct political power anymore but they're still powerful.

The Gojo was already about to be ousted if it hadn't been for Satoru's birth. Now though, Yuta can take over the clan as he's a distant and extremely strong relative of them. Of course, they wouldn't be as strong as with Gojo Satoru.

Yes, on the Kamo. Their usurper of a leader is gone now and their previous heir left as well (the thing is, Kenjaku would've had to leave the Kamo the moment Gojo came back so what did they do in the one month timeskip?) Noritoshi could come back though, this time together with his mother. The Kamo would've lost their political power though I guess.

So the funny thing here is, including Kusakabe being the head of the NSS school, that all the old powers are more or less concentrated in the hands of our guys. This does not preclude heavy conflict however.

Last chapter reintroduced heavy power play machinations into the JJ society. And that from a non-clan entity. In Hidden Inventory, a non-clan sorcerer group and even a non-sorcerer group made power plays inside JJS. With the extremely changed landscape of the world right now, such power plays are likely to happen again.

As in, the lower clans like the Inumaki could want to fill the power vacuum the big clans left behind. The Japanese government might make moves. The invading armies might make alliances.

I see the extremely detailed NSS parts of last chapter, including several panels of Mei Mei killing the old NSS head, not as a last note on the big clans but as an expansion of the power dynamics that are constantly at play in the background of JJK.

And those could indeed fill the background story parts of a potential JJK Part 2.

[discendia]

Ranking reveal please ! "5 most compatible with rio amongst khr cast' ✨️ ( — romantic ! or not! it is up to you.) maybe, with explanations?

This question was really hard, Jojo! You know I'm bad at explanations. I tried to do my best, but I think there's still some bad influence from my tiredness here... (I'm much better now, I'm free again, hehe).

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જ⁀➴ Fuuta's ranking: the five most compatible characters with Rio

Takeshi: Two sides of one coin, who's head and who's tails? Where does your existence start away from him?

Rasiel: The long-forgotten twin, weak, buried in the past, the one who's thirsted for the spotlight.

Longchamp: Purposefully erased from existence and in a never-ending quest for love.

Bermuda: An eighth color does not exist in the rainbow. Live in the darkness, fueled by hatred until your day comes.

Iris: Sleep your way to the top, use men in your favor, enslave the horse.

Huh? This doesn't make sense? Well, it was raining... Wait, let me channel the ranking planet again.

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જ⁀➴ True top 5 characters compatible with Rio

1. Takeshi.

No one will ever be more compatible in any aspect while you stay on the healthy side but beware because you could also be each other biggest disruption, silk thread turned into chains, a velvety caress into sharp thorns.

2. Dino.

Shared values about the importance of family and a vision of future, this strong core is what keeps you going no matter the adversity. You always felt comfortable with each other, his warmth is a safe place for you. No wonder why many people believed the false rumors about you two way before you started dating.

3. Adelheid.

A deep care for their loved ones, a will to put everything on the line for them. You soften her harshness while she hardens your rain into ice. (Plus, you look great together, tall queens).

4. Fon.

Calm surfaces hide lethal weapons. His is not apparent but you were always drawn to power. So is he, he didn't miss your potential. So many lessons to be taught, but he'll give you one: do not bleed yourself out of kindness by stepping on broken glass.

5. Kusakabe.

Intense loyalty on the sidelines. That day you chose a person to follow to repay your debt. In days of struggling, you know there's someone who understands how it is to deal with difficult people.

[shewasverynice]

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)  MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS

Rating: Explicit

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con 

Content Warnings: Dubious Consent, Prostitution, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Blood and Violence

Categories: F/M, Multi, F/F 

Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character(s), Nanami Kento/Original Female Character(s), Getou Suguru/Original Female Character(s), Ieiri Shoko & Iori Utahime 

Major Characters: Original Characters, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento, Okkotsu Yuuta, Toudou Aoi, Zenin Naobito, Zenin Jinichi, Zenin, Zenin Ougi, Fushiguro Megumi, Kamo Clan, Nitta Akari, Inumaki Toge, Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime, Kusakabe Atsuya, Muta Kokichi, Itadori Yuuji, Hakari Kinji

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Chapter 14　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Yaga led Gojo into his office, the door closing behind them with a soft click. The room was dimly lit, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the walls. Yaga gestured for Gojo to sit down, then pulled his chair around to sit directly across from him. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his thighs and his hands clasped in front of him. His expression was a mix of concern and frustration.

"Sit," Yaga said quietly, his tone firm but not unkind.

Gojo sat down, his usual confident demeanor subdued. He avoided Yaga's gaze, staring instead at a spot on the floor.

Yaga sighed deeply, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders, "What on earth is going on, Satoru? What are you thinking?"

Gojo remained silent, his jaw clenched. He couldn't bring himself to meet Yaga's eyes.

Yaga took off his sunglasses, something he rarely did, and leaned in closer, "Look at me, Satoru."

Reluctantly, Gojo lifted his eyes to meet Yaga's. The concern and worry in Yaga's gaze were palpable, and it struck a chord deep within him.

"I'm worried about you," Yaga said, his voice softening, "I'm worried that you're losing control of yourself. You're losing everything that made you who you are and you're becoming the monster people believe you to be."

Gojo's eyes flickered with a mix of emotions—anger, shame, and a deep-seated sadness. He took a shaky breath, trying to find the words to explain the chaos inside his mind.

"I... I don't know what I'm even doing," Gojo finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, "Everything feels like it's falling apart. Sarah, the family, me... everything."

Yaga nodded, listening intently. He paused for a beat before he said, "You've been through a lot, Satoru. But this... this isn't the way to handle it."

Gojo's hands tightened into fists, his frustration bubbling to the surface. He shouted, "Then what the fuck am I supposed to do, Yaga? Just sit back and let them win? Let them take everything from me?"

"No," Yaga said firmly, "But letting your anger control you and burying your feelings by getting high isn't right. You're better than this. You have people who care about you, who are willing to help you if you let them."

Gojo's gaze dropped again, his shoulders slumping. The weight of Yaga's words was heavy, and he couldn't deny the truth in them.

"I just... I don't know how to fix this," Gojo admitted, his voice cracking, "I don't know how to make things right."

Yaga reached out, placing a hand on Gojo's shoulder. "You start by taking a step back. By letting us help you. We can figure this out together, but you need to let us in. You need to trust us."

Gojo looked up, meeting Yaga's eyes once more. There was a glimmer of hope in the older man's gaze, a promise that he wasn't alone in this.

"Okay," Gojo said, his voice steadier. "I'll try."

Yaga gave a small, reassuring smile. "That's all I'm asking for. One step at a time, Satoru. We'll get through this together." Yaga let the heavy silence settle between them before speaking again. "Satoru, I think it would be best if you took some time away from Tenjiku. You need to clear your head, get some perspective," he suggested gently.

Gojo looked up at Yaga, a mixture of relief and uncertainty in his eyes. He opened his mouth to respond, but Yaga held up a hand, stopping him.

"Before you say anything," Yaga continued, "I need you to be honest with me. Do you truly believe you love Sarah?"

Gojo swallowed hard, his throat tight. He looked up at Yaga, his hands wringing in his lap. "I do. I've loved her ever since I was a kid. She was the only woman who ever treated me like a human, not like a monster or some kind of god," his voice cracked, and his voice stammered as he continued, "I know I messed up. I know I don't deserve her, but I know I love her. I don't know why I can't do right by her."

Yaga hesitated, choosing his next words carefully,  "Satoru, do you know what happened that day when Sarah was forced to undergo the ritual?"

Gojo's face contorted with pain, and he finally let the tears fall. "I don't remember because..." he admitted, his voice breaking, "I was drugged. I didn't want to believe it for a long time, but I was drugged because my family knew I wouldn't let them feed Sarah Sukuna's fingers if I was lucid."

The confession hung heavy in the air, the raw truth of it nearly unbearable. Yaga moved closer, placing a comforting hand on Gojo's shoulder.

"I had a feeling," Yaga said softly, "You were manipulated, and that manipulation has had consequences far beyond what anyone could have anticipated."

Gojo wiped his eyes with his forearm, trying to compose himself, "But what do I do now? How do I fix this?"

Yaga sighed, thinking carefully. "First, you need to take care of yourself. No more drowning yourself. No more sneaking in to see her. Stay away from your vices. Then, when you're ready, you need to have an honest conversation with Sarah. She deserves to know the truth."

Gojo nodded slowly, the weight of Yaga's words settling in. He sniffled a little, trying to catch his breath. Yaga gave a small, encouraging smile. "One step at a time, Satoru. We'll get through this together."

Gojo took a deep breath, "Alright. I'll... I'll try."

Yaga squeezed his shoulder gently. "You're not alone in this, Satoru. Remember that."

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The air in Shinjuku was thick with tension as the two groups stood opposite each other. Yaga, Geto, Gojo, and Nanami faced off against Naobito Zen'in, Jinichi, Ogi, and Megumi. The neutral ground they stood on felt anything but neutral, the weight of their histories and grievances palpable in the space between them.

Yaga stepped forward, his expression composed but serious. "Naobito, I regret that the situation has gone this far already, but I must address the matter that has fueled this conflict."

Naobito's eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained silent, waiting for Yaga to continue.

Yaga took a deep breath and asked plainly, "Did Toji kill Fumiya on purpose?"

Naobito's gaze remained on Yaga's and there was a long tense pause. Finally, he grinned and a loud barking laugh echoed through the streets. He leaned forward, "Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. But if it were me? I'd be after my pound of flesh."

Gojo and Geto gritted their teeth, taking a step forward only for Nanami to hold his hands up to stop them. Yaga didn't look back, still holding himself high and keeping his expression calm. He nodded once before he spoke once again.

"I see," Yaga said while slipping his hands into his pockets, "Then we have no choice."

Both groups parted, and just like that everything changed overnight.

In the neon-soaked alleys of Shinjuku, tension hung in the air like the heavy smog of the city. The Yaga group and the Zen'in group eyed each other from across the streets. At first, it was just heated words, exchanges of threats in dimly lit corners. The standoffs were frequent, and every encounter seemed to tighten the invisible noose.

The first punch was thrown in the heart of Kabukicho, a district known for its labyrinthine streets and flickering neon signs. A Zen'in thug shoved a Yaga member, the shove turned into a punch, and the punch ignited a wildfire of violence. Fists flew, and the air was filled with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, of grunts and curses. The skirmish was brutal but short, leaving both sides retreating to lick their wounds and plot their next moves.

But that first taste of violence was a harbinger of worse to come. Blood was drawn on a rain-soaked night outside a smoky bar. A knife glinted in the dim light, and then it was buried in the side of a Yaga shatei. The crimson spray on the pavement marked a point of no return. The gangs responded in kind, blades flashing in the darkness, the violence escalating with every heartbeat.

When the first kill happened, it was under the sickly yellow glow of a street lamp. A Zen'in enforcer was found with his throat slit, the work of a skilled hand. The city held its breath as the news spread through the underworld like wildfire. The Yaga group knew they had crossed the line again, and so did the Zen'in. The retribution was swift and merciless.

The sorcery began in earnest. Dark energies crackled through the air as curses were summoned and unleashed. Shadows moved with unnatural speed, and screams echoed through the night. The battles were no longer just physical; they were waged with ancient powers that turned the streets into a battleground of supernatural horrors.

A quiet night would suddenly erupt into chaos as sorcerers clashed, their powers ripping through the cityscape. Buildings shuddered under the force of curses, and the air buzzed with raw energy. The lights  flickered in the aftermath, casting long, twisted shadows over the carnage.

Yaga's group fought with a grim resolve. They were forced into a war they never wanted, but ready to fight for their territory and their people. The Zen'in, ruthless and unyielding, pushed back with all their might, their own sorcerers unleashing hellish fury.

As the violence escalated, the once-bustling streets of Shinjuku became a warzone, each side vying for dominance, each clash more brutal than the last. And amidst the chaos, the true cost of their conflict became painfully clear: a city caught in the crossfire, lives shattered by the unrelenting cycle of revenge, and a fragile peace that seemed more elusive with every drop of blood spilled.

In this dark and twisted version of Shinjuku, the lines between right and wrong blurred, and the only law that remained was the law of survival. And as the war raged on, it was anyone's guess who would be left standing when the smoke finally cleared.

Yaga sat at his desk, his mind heavy with the weight of the current situation. His office was silent, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as memories of the gang war from twelve years ago flooded his mind. The brutal violence, the senseless loss of life, and the deep scars it had left on both sides.

He had promised himself that if he ever became leader, he would focus on maintaining neutrality between the groups, avoiding the bloodshed that had plagued their past. But now, as he faced the reality of the situation, he couldn't help but feel a profound sense of disappointment.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself. The responsibility of leadership was a heavy burden, one that demanded difficult decisions and sacrifices. He knew that the path to peace was never straightforward, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he had failed in his mission.

Yaga opened his eyes and straightened up in his chair. He couldn't afford to dwell on the past. There was work to be done, strategies to be devised, and alliances to be mended. The future of their family depended on it.

Meanwhile behind the thick, black-out curtains of his penthouse suite, Gojo grappled with his own personal demons. The once-untouchable sorcerer, feared and revered in equal measure, had become a shadow of his former self. He lay in a sweating, delirious mess on his luxurious bed, the sheets tangled around him like the chains of his addiction.

Yaga's words echoed in his mind, a mantra of tough love that cut through the haze of his withdrawal. "You have to do this, Satoru. You have to take back control." Gojo had taken those words seriously. He knew he couldn't continue down the path he was on. The drugs, the alcohol—they were a crutch, a way to numb the pain and the guilt that gnawed at his soul. But they were also the chains that bound him to his own self-destruction.

Hani had offered to filter out the poisonous addictions, to ease the torment of his withdrawal with his healing sorcery. But Gojo refused. He knew that if he didn't face the full brunt of his addiction, if he didn't do his time, he would never truly get clean. So, he locked himself away, cut off from the world outside, and let the hell of withdrawal take hold.

The hours bled into days, each one an eternity of agony. His body ached, his skin burned, and his mind was a maelstrom of regret and self-loathing. He saw visions of the past, of Sarah's anguished face, of the friends and allies he had let down. The high and mighty Satoru Gojo, brought low by his own vices.

Every so often, he would hear the muffled sounds of the city below—the distant sirens, the shouts, the crashes. The world outside was a blur, disconnected from the torment he was enduring. He was alone in his suffering, each moment a test of his willpower.

Nanami and Geto were holding the line with the tenacity of seasoned warriors, their resolve unshaken despite the chaos around them. Geto, with his overwhelming power, could have turned the tide of the conflict with a mere flick of his wrist. Yet, he chose restraint. Yaga's insistence on minimizing bloodshed rang in his ears like a solemn vow. He respected Yaga's wisdom and believed in the possibility of a less violent resolution, even if it seemed increasingly distant.

Geto's strength was undeniable. His ability to command cursed spirits and his strategic mind made him a formidable opponent. But he wielded his power with precision, engaging only when absolutely necessary, neutralizing threats without resorting to lethal force. He moved like a ghost through the battlefield, a shadow that struck fear into the Zen'in without leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. Every confrontation was a delicate dance, evidence of his control and commitment to Yaga's vision.

Nanami, on the other hand, was a man of pragmatism and relentless determination. He was the linchpin in their efforts to uncover the mystery of Q.N. and the drug manufacturing. His days were a blur of investigative work, piecing together fragments of information, following leads, and cross-referencing data. The homeopathic pharmaceutical manufacturing facility they had infiltrated in Malaysia had provided a trove of clues, but it was like untangling a web of shadows.

The Queen of the Night, or Q.N., was proving to be a particularly elusive enigma. The documents Rin had found hinted at something deeper, something more insidious than they had initially suspected. Nanami's mind worked tirelessly, sifting through the layers of deception and misdirection. He knew that if they could uncover the truth behind Q.N., they might find the leverage needed to bring about a ceasefire or even dismantle the Zen'in's operations from within.

There were moments of grim humor shared between Nanami and Geto, a brief respite from the relentless tension. They both understood the weight of their roles, the thin line they walked between maintaining order and descending into chaos. They communicated through nods and glances, a silent understanding forged through years of camaraderie and shared battles.

In the main lounge, Nanami and Geto sat in a rare moment of reprieve. The room was dimly lit, the low hum of the air conditioning the only sound breaking the silence. Geto leaned back, his feet propped on the table, a cigarette dangling lazily from his mouth. His eyes were closed, taking in the rare tranquility. Nanami, equally worn out, had a cold washcloth draped over his forehead, his posture mirroring Geto’s in its relaxed sprawl.

The silence between them was heavy but comfortable, each man lost in his own thoughts. After what felt like an eternity, Nanami broke the stillness, his voice a quiet murmur. “How’s Gojo doing?”

Geto opened his eyes slightly, exhaling a slow plume of smoke. “Haven’t had the time to check,” he admitted, a hint of regret in his tone. The ongoing conflicts and his own duties had kept him too occupied to visit their troubled friend.

Nanami sighed, shifting the washcloth on his forehead. “I need to ask him about some of the things Rin and I found,” he said, his mind already drifting back to the complexities of their investigation.

At the mention of Rin, Geto’s fists clenched imperceptibly, a flicker of irritation passing through him. The casual way Nanami said her name grated on him, though he knew it shouldn’t. He never expected that Rin would move on from him, especially not with someone like Nanami.

“I’ll make time to see him,” Geto said finally, his voice steady, “We need him in a better state if we’re going to make any headway with the Zen'in anyway.”

Another silence fell between them, but it was less heavy this time, each man drawing some measure of comfort from the other’s presence. They were comrades in arms, bound by their shared struggles and the unspoken understanding that they were fighting for something greater than themselves.

Geto took another drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke curl lazily upward. “We’ll get through this, Nanami. Like last time.”

Nanami removed the washcloth from his forehead, sitting up a bit straighter. “I know we will,” he replied, a steely resolve in his voice. “We have to.”

Yaga entered the room, waving for them both to remain seated. He settled onto the couch with a deep sigh, rubbing his temples. The tension in the room was palpable, the weight of their collective burdens heavy in the air.

“How are you both holding up?” Yaga asked quietly, his eyes scanning their weary faces.

Nanami was the first to respond, his frustration evident. “I’m frustrated with Gojo. All of this... it’s because of him," he gritted.

Geto’s eyes snapped open, and he quickly came to his best friend’s defense. “Satoru has had it hard under his parents’ thumb, always under scrutiny to be the strongest. You can’t understand the pressure he’s been under," he said, sitting up.

Nanami’s expression hardened. “All of that happened when he was young, Geto. Gojo is an adult now. At some point, you can’t blame your past for everything. You have to take responsibility for who you've chosen to be.”

The room fell silent as the weight of Nanami’s words hung in the air. Geto clenched his jaw, his fists tightening. He knew there was truth in Nanami’s words, but his loyalty to Gojo was unwavering.

Yaga watched the exchange, his gaze shifting between the two men. “You’re both right,” he said finally, his voice calm but firm, “Gojo has had a difficult past, and that’s shaped who he is. But Nanami is also right. At some point, you have to take responsibility for your actions and make a change.”

Geto looked away, his expression conflicted. He knew Yaga was right, but it was hard to reconcile that with his deep-seated loyalty to Gojo. “I don’t want to see him spiral any further,” he admitted quietly, “He’s been through enough.”

Nanami sighed, his anger giving way to a more subdued frustration, “None of us want that. But he has to want to change for it to mean anything.”

Yaga nodded, his expression thoughtful, “We need to support him, but we also need to hold him accountable.”

"What are you suggesting?" Nanami asked, "Should we try to get him into rehab if he messes up again?"

"I doubt that rehab would be able to hold him," Geto sighed, pulling out his bun and brushing his fingers through his hair, "I don't like to suggest this but perhaps we could ask-"

"No," Yaga cut him off, "Not Sarah. He needs to stay away from her. He cannot be allowed to see her again until he's clean."

"But," Geto protested, "He listens to her and she could-"

Yaga shook his head, "No. He can't control himself when he's with her." He leaned forward and looked at Geto over his sunglasses, "Do not encourage that behavior, Suguru."

"But, Sir I-"

"Suguru, if you aid him in meeting or communicating with her in any way I will have you severely punished," Yaga said firmly, "This is not something I'm going to allow to go on any longer."

Geto opened his mouth to protest again, but Yaga's expression quickly silenced him. Nanami nodded in agreement, "Yes, I think this is the best option for them both."

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The hallway leading to Gojo’s room was eerily quiet, the tension building with each step Nanami, Geto, and Yaga took. The air felt thick, as if the weight of their concerns had settled into the very walls around them. As they reached the door, Yaga took a deep breath and knocked softly before pushing it open.

Inside, the room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn tight against the midday sun. They could see a lump under the sheets on the bed, motionless and silent. The room smelled faintly of sweat and the lingering remnants of old smoke.

“Gojo?” Yaga called gently, stepping inside with Nanami and Geto close behind. “We’re here to check on you.”

Nanami and Geto exchanged worried glances as they moved closer to the bed. The lump under the sheets didn’t stir, and a sense of unease began to gnaw at them. Yaga kept his voice calm and encouraging. “We know this is hard, but we’re here for you. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Geto, his brows furrowed in concern, took a step closer. Something didn’t feel right. The lump was too still, too lifeless. His heart began to race as he reached out and grabbed the edge of the sheets, pulling them away in one swift motion.

The bed was empty.

Nanami’s eyes widened in shock, and Yaga’s face darkened with immediate realization. “He’s gone,” Geto muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yaga’s expression hardened. “We need to find him. Now.”

Without another word, they sprang into action. Nanami quickly searched the adjacent bathroom and closet, finding no trace of Gojo. Geto darted to the window, throwing the curtains open and checking the fire escape. It was clear.

“He can’t have gone far,” Nanami said, his voice tight with urgency.

Yaga nodded, his mind racing. “Check the usual spots. The roof, the garden, anywhere he might go to be alone.”

They split up, each heading in a different direction. Yaga stormed down the hall, his footsteps echoing in the silence as he made his way to the garden. He knew Gojo’s penchant for finding secluded places to think, and the garden had always been a favorite.

Nanami took the stairs two at a time, heading for the roof. He remembered the times Gojo had sought solace in the open air, away from the confines of the building. As he burst through the door onto the rooftop, he scanned the area quickly. Empty.

Geto moved with purpose, his mind replaying every conversation he’d had with Gojo recently, searching for clues. He headed for the gym, the place where Gojo had often taken out his frustrations in a physical form. As he reached the door, he paused, listening for any sounds from within.

Nothing.

Minutes felt like hours as they scoured the building, each passing moment heightening their worry. Finally, they reconvened in the main hall, their expressions grim.

“No sign of him,” Nanami said, frustration evident in his voice.

Yaga’s face was set in a determined frown, “He’s out there somewhere. We just have to keep looking. We can’t let him spiral further.”

Geto clenched his fists, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and resolve. “We’ll find him. We have to.”

━─┉┈◈❖◈┈┉─━

Rin and Boe walked briskly down the dimly lit corridors of Tenjiku, their footsteps echoing off the walls. Their disagreement had started the moment they left the shared office.

"Banning all gang members is going too far," Boe argued, her tone exasperated, "We just need to ban the troublemakers. Most of them come here to unwind, not to start fights anyway! Let them come play."

Rin’s eyes flashed with determination, "You’re far too lenient. If we allow them to stay, even the peaceful ones, it’ll only encourage the others. We need to send a strong message so we don't accidentally take a side."

Boe rolled her eyes, "You're being paranoid. Not every gang member is out for blood. Most of them respect the neutrality of Tenjiku."

Rin sighed deeply, "And what happens when one of them doesn’t? One slip-up, and we’re in the middle of a full-blown war. I’d rather prevent that altogether."

Their argument carried them all the way to Sarah’s room. As they approached, Boe knocked on the door. “Sarah, we need to talk about—”

She trailed off when there was no response. Rin pushed the door open, and they stepped inside. The room was empty, the covers and sheets pulled down on the bed, and no sign of Sarah anywhere.

“She’s not here,” Boe said, her brow furrowing, “That’s strange.”

Rin’s eyes scanned the room, her concern growing, “Where could she be? She rarely leaves her room without telling anyone.”

The two women exchanged worried glances and then set off to search Tenjiku. They checked the atrium first, hoping to find her among the plants and tranquility she sought solace in lately. But the atrium was empty, save for a few patrons with their women.

They moved on to the rooftops, where the breeze and open sky often brought a sense of peace. But again, there was no sign of Sarah. She couldn't have gotten up there without Todo anyway.

Rin’s frustration was growing, “This is ridiculous. How could she just vanish like that?”

They rushed to find Todo, who was overseeing some maintenance work. He looked up as they approached, his expression shifting to concern when he saw their faces.

“Have you seen Sarah?” Boe asked urgently.

Todo shook his head, “No, I haven’t. I thought she was in her room.”

Rin’s worry was bordering on panic now, “How can a woman without a left arm and leg just disappear? She couldn't just walk out!”

Boe’s expression turned serious, “Do you think someone took her?”

The question hung in the air, heavy with implications. Rin’s mind raced, her eyes absently tracing the ground as she fought off the worst of her immediate thoughts. Boe seemed to be on the same page, her hands tightening into fists.

"Boe... Do you think he would--"

She was cut off by the sound of a door opening nearby. They turned to see a young staff member approaching, looking uneasy.

“Miss Rin, Miss Boe, I heard you were looking for Sarah. I think you should see this.”

They followed the staff member down another corridor to a storage room. Inside, they found a folded piece of paper on a crate. Rin picked it up and unfolded it, her eyes scanning the words quickly.

“It’s a note from Sarah,” she said, her voice trembling slightly, “She says she had to leave, but she doesn’t explain why or where she’s going.”

Boe’s face darkened with worry, “This doesn’t make sense. She can’t have gone far on her own.”

Rin’s mind was already working on the next steps, “We need to alert the others and start a search. If she’s in danger, we have to find her fast.”

Boe nodded, her expression dark and serious, “Yeah. We’ll figure this out. We have to.”

━─┉┈◈❖◈┈┉─━

The night was a blur of neon lights and shadows as Gojo stumbled through the labyrinthine streets of Shinjuku. His footsteps were unsteady, and his vision swam with the remnants of his latest binge. A half-empty bottle of liquor dangled precariously from his fingers, the glass slick with condensation. An empty baggie, once filled with cocaine, crinkled in his pocket with every unsteady step.

The city was alive with its usual chaos, but to Gojo, it was a cacophony of indistinct sounds and colors. His mind was a fog, unable to focus on any one thing for more than a fleeting moment. Faces blurred past him, voices merged into an incomprehensible din, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. He paused to take another swig from the bottle, the liquid burning down his throat and adding to the haze.

Yet, beneath the surface of his inebriated state, there was a strange sense of purpose. His steps, though staggered, were not entirely random. He moved with a subconscious drive, his body following a path his mind couldn’t fully grasp. The streets grew quieter as he ventured deeper into the less populated parts of the city, the vibrant lights giving way to dimly lit alleys and the occasional flickering street lamp.

Gojo’s journey brought him to a secluded old motel, its once-bright sign now a dull, flickering beacon in the night. The building was a relic of a bygone era, its exterior worn and covered in graffiti. He pushed through the creaky door, the sound echoing in the empty lobby. The clerk didn’t look up, too engrossed in a worn paperback to care about the disheveled man who wandered in.

He made his way down a narrow hallway, each step feeling heavier than the last. The air was thick with the musty scent of neglect, and the walls seemed to close in around him. He stopped in front of a door, its number barely hanging on, and fumbled with the handle. After a moment of clumsy effort, he managed to push it open and stagger inside.

The room was dimly lit by a single lamp, casting long shadows across the threadbare carpet and faded wallpaper. In the corner, Sarah sat in a musty old armchair, her green eyes sharp and watchful despite the dark circles beneath them. She looked up as he entered, her expression a mix of anxiety and something darker.

“Did you get them?” she asked, her voice cutting through the fog in his mind.

Gojo nodded slowly, the motion making his head spin. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silk bag, handing it to her with unsteady hands. Sarah took it, her expression unreadable as she examined the contents.

For a moment, there was only silence. Gojo stood there, swaying slightly, his mind a chaotic mess of thoughts and sensations. Sarah’s gaze lingered on him, a mixture of pity and something far more complex.

The room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Gojo’s vision blurred again, the edges of his consciousness fraying. As he slumped against the chair, sliding down to the floor with his head in her lap, Sarah’s voice was the last thing he heard before everything went black.

“We’re not done yet, Satoru. Not by a long shot.”

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The Story of the Boy Who Left to Pick Up Sand from the Moon (Sagrada Reset 4) - Chapter 2

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Since Nonoo said she wouldn't leave the shrine until it was dark, Kei and Haruki decided to stay with her. Admiring the night sky wouldn't help them find Kusakabe Shouta, but mission or no mission, the summer vacation was the ideal occasion to watch the stars.

Kei and Haruki climbed down the mountain, passed through the main shrine, bought onigiri and sandwiches at the nearest convenience store, and returned to the shrine to share the food with Nonoo. Upon giving an onigiri to the cats, they relinquished their space on the stone staircase for Kei and Haruki to seat. After taking a bite of her sandwich, Nonoo commented about it having cheese.

The sun only went down at 7 PM. One hour before it, the white moon already showed up in the eastern sky.

The moon was bigger than it were half a month ago. As its surroundings grew darker, the moon began to reflect the sun's light and shine beautifully. Even on the hottest season, the serene moon looked chill.

(Is there a boy collecting sand on the moon right now? The moon's surface must be very cold.)

"Can you recognize the constellations, Kei?"

There were no streetlights or bright billboards next to the shrine. The night sky had plenty of stars littered across its dark blue infinitely close to a black.

Kei shook his head.

"I'm confident I can get a question about them right in the science test, but that's about it."

The stars shining in the sky don't care about anyone's opinions, so they don't bother complying to the constellation diagrams about them. Kei liked the night sky but never had any interest in constellations. 

"That one looks like Orion to me."

But Orion is a winter constellation. It allegedly also appears on summer in the early morning, but it being in the sky at that time was inconceivable.

"Do you know the constellations?"

"I don't know a lot either. I believe the Summer Triangle is maybe over that way."

"Then that's Cygnus."

Deneb was a component of the Summer Triangle. It's the brightest star in the Cygnus and lies 1800 light-years away from Earth. With very powerful light, it emitted about 50000 times the amount of energy the Sun did.

None of this information helped identify which star was Deneb. He was pretty confident he found the one, but pointing and calling the name didn't deliver the answer. Besides, when seen from Earth, the Moon's mirror of sunlight looked a lot brighter than Deneb. 

"What did you and Shouta usually talk about?", Kei asked with his eyes still up to sky.

"It was always about the moon and the stars. Also about that one cat. In retrospect, I don't know much about him.", Nonoo answered relaxedly.

"Do you know anything that happened at his school?"

"Nothing. Shouta didn't talk much about himself."

"He's a lot like you, Nonoo."

"You're the same when it comes to not talking about yourself.", she giggled. "I already had this same conversation with Shouta. That's probably what I like about that boy."

"How he doesn't make the conversation about himself?"

"Yeah."

"You prefer to keep conversations short?"

"I don't prefer anything. I'm just not interested. When I'm chatting with someone, I don't care about their past or their daily routine."

"It doesn't matter if you're talking to a criminal or to the king of another nation?"

"Yeah, doesn't matter. I say something and they reply. There's this back-and-forth. Nothing else is essential."

(I can somewhat relate. That's one way to have an impartial perspective. Correct words don't become less correct by coming out the mouth of a liar. Wrong words don't become less wrong by coming out the mouth of an honest person. If every word is treated with due attention, their context grows less significant. But…)

"Does that mean you see no difference between the words of a friend, the words of a lover, and the words of a complete stranger?"

"If they're saying the same thing, who is saying it doesn't change a thing. Life's a lot easier if you can think like that.", she nodded.

He strongly identified with her answer but hearing it said out loud felt cruel.

Kei shifted his attention to Haruki's profile. She watched the starry sky in silence.

"Nonoo, did you say the same thing to Shouta?"

"Uh-huh."

"Your mindset is very fair and a little unfair.", Kei spoke after some hesitation.

"I don't get it. You're contradicting yourself.", she answered with no confused reaction.

Conversation that exclude the backgrounds of the parties are faithful to the words said. But they're not faithful to the person speaking. They sound fair to the conversation itself but unfair to their personal relationship. Because one facet of developing intimacy is reframing the meaning of previous actions and words. And because when you repeat something, you want your voice to reach deeper for one specific person.

Kei decided to ask a mean question.

"Will it make any difference to you if Shouta dies, but you have someone else to talk about the stars and the moon in his place?"

He didn't know what were Kusakabe Shouta's feelings for Nonoo Seika. But he disappeared in front of Nonoo and promised to meet her on the day he'd move away. It's very likely he thought of her something more than a simple acquaintance.

Nonoo subtly lowered her gaze.

"No, that's not how it works."

"Yes, I know."

"I can see someone as special, like anyone can."

"I know the feeling."

Kei internally sighed. He clearly said too much.

Kusakabe Shouta's and Nonoo Seika's relationship didn't need Kei's input. That was for Shouta to deal with. It's not something Kei should take away from him.

Haruki pointed to the stars.

"That one is probably Vega."

She's been searching for the Summer Triangle this whole time.

But Kei couldn't tell what was the star she was pointing to.

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The trio watched the night sky by the shrine until 8:30 PM.

After that, they climbed down the dark mountain relying on the moon's light. They could hear frogs in the distance. The streetlamps and traffic lights seen below the mountain looked awfully bright.

The mountain track eventually led to a narrow stone staircase going to the side of the main shrine. The main shrine had its own set of stone stairs leading to the streets. 

Kei wanted to walk Nonoo home but she refused.

"That's the usual time for me.", Nonoo said. She told them her house was very close to the place. Kei found no need to push it, and parted ways with Nonoo in front of the main shrine.

He and Haruki walked the night streets side by side. His steps were slightly shorter than they are when he's walking alone.

She looked at the starry sky again.

"What's sand from the moon like?"

"Just basalt sand with smaller grains."

"Do you find that beautiful, Kei?"

"Not sure. The moon looks prettier to me when seen from Earth."

"Why did Kusakabe Shouta went to take sand from the moon?"

"Don't know. It was probably the only decent idea he had."

(The only idea he had for a good enough gift for Nonoo.)

Kei didn't know Nonoo all too well.

He could please her by buying cream puffs, but he couldn't think of what would be a more memorable present. She didn't seem to care about clothes and accessories.

The only thing he could say for certain Nonoo liked was cats. But giving away a cat as a present would probably offend her. That was not the way she interacted with cats.

"It's hard to find a present the person will like.", Kei said.

"I was pleased by the hairpin you gave me, Kei", Haruki responded.

Kei gave Haruki a hairpin as a present exactly 10 days ago.

"I cheated on that one."

"What do you mean?"

"That's confidential. Still, I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Words existed to convey messages, but not every message needed to be passed. However, Nonoo Seika and Kusakabe Shouta lacked enough conversation, in Kei's opinion.

"Supposed you wanted to give someone a present."

"I do. I want to give you something in return for the hairpin."

"Thank you, but don't bother.", Kei quickly shook his head before continuing. "Anyway, Haruki, what do you do when you want to give someone a present but you don't know what they like?"

"I ask them what they want."

"Very constructive approach, but that's not always the right call."

"How so?"

"I believe there are presents that you must choose yourself. At times like this, you need to look at all of their words and actions to guess what's the best pick."

Haruki was puzzled.

"Is the return gift for the hairpin one of those I must think about on my own?"

"No, that's not it at all."

Kei was getting upset at how he couldn't make the conversation about Nonoo and Shouta, but not enough to shut down Haruki's topic, so he switched to the listener role.

"I believed it should also be an accessory to match the hairpin, but you don't tend to wear any.", she said.

"Yeah, putting trinkets on is a chore and they don't make me look much better."

"But you often wear a wristwatch."

"Only when necessary. Most of the time, I look at my phone to check the time."

He'd rather avoid those predicaments that necessitate him to learn what time it is at a mere flick of the wrist.

"Then how about a book?"

"I prefer buying my own reads."

"Now that you mention it, you never go to the library."

"Yeah, I love the mood of the library but I can't deal with having return dates."

He wanted to avoid packing his scheduled as much as possible. Generally, the blanker a calendar was, the better.

Haruki nodded.

"Understood."

"Understood what?"

"Choosing presents is difficult."

Kei and Haruki walked the night streets side by side. 

The moon slowly moved from the east sky to the south. 

Did Kusakabe Shouta really go there?

The only thing certain was that a boy disappeared last night.

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On the next day–July 26th–Kusakabe Shouta still hadn't returned home.

Kei met Haruki at 11:30 AM.

The two sat together at a small park bench.

The large clock in front of them was precisely 5 minutes late. Every time they've been there, it's been 5 minutes late. No more, no less. Would anyone ever fix the time? Was the 5-minute delay intentional? They'd never know. Perhaps the moral of the story is that there's nothing wrong with public clocks being late.

Kei and Haruki were the only ones in the park. No one in the sandbox, no one on the swings, no one on the slide. The playground equipment devoid of children didn't feel legitimate. It looked like curio modeled after a real playground.

The loud voices of the cicadas were the only source of noise. Straining his ears enough, he could hear a TV in the distance, but not audibly enough to make out what it was saying.

Their last Save was July 23rd at noon. The two were on the same bench of the same park. Almost 72 hours had passed since then. It takes 72 hours for the Save's effect to run out.

Kei stared at time display on his phone. It reached 11:45:00. The park's delayed clock marked 11:40:00.

"It's time.", said Kei. 

Haruki Misora's ability was called Reset.

The whole world returns to how it was in the moment of the Save if she merely wills it. The rewind may be simulated, but she can turn back time up to 3 days in total. It was a very powerful and disruptive ability.

Kei's role was to press the switch.

"Haruki."

He never once gave the sign to use this ability without hesitating. He never once let his hesitation stop him from giving the sign.

Under the blue sky, the boy spoke a word with outward composure.

"Reset."

One word to wreck the world. One word to start it over from its remains.

For a short time, the continuous voice of the cicadas seemed to be interrupted.

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i bet you feel it now, baby,

especially since we’ve only known each other one day, but

i’ve got to work shit out, baby

i’m exorcising demons,

got em runnin’ round the block now

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“Well, that should be it then.” Ijichi sighed softly and tucked his cell phone back into the breast pocket of his suit jacket.

You stood outside the sight of your first exorcism. As a newly instated grade 2 sorcerer and teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High, this would be your first solo mission.

It’s summertime - the weather is wet, sticky, and humid. You grabbed a handful of your blond locks and pulled them off of your neck while you waited for Ijichi to finish up.

“I believe that’s all the information that I was given about this specific curse, I’m afraid. Do you have any questions?” 

You popped the stick from the popsicle that you were eating out of your mouth.

“Nope! I’m all set for exorcising curses!” You clenched your fists together with determination shining in your optimistic blue eyes.

Ijichi gave a little nervous chuckle, pleased with your enthusiasm, but also a bit worried.

“Well then, I’m glad to hear it. If you need assistance, there will be another sorcerer on standby. I’m going to lower the curtain now. Good luck.”

After the curtain lowered, you turned around to face the desolate city street behind you. This curse was labeled at grade 3, but a small feeling of dread steadily began creeping into the pit of your stomach.

The sound of crickets chirping nearby made you furrow your eyebrows together.

“There’s no water nearby this area…”

As you said this, the crickets’ song grew louder until it was practically buzzing in your ears.

Then you saw the curse: a gigantic humanoid-cricket creature.

Its palpi began twitching and moving rapidly, as if it were trying to speak.

“RUN!”

A male’s voice came from your right, but you didn’t want to take your eyes off of the curse.

With a heavy sigh, he saw that you weren’t going to move, so he took it upon himself to grab you by the bicep and drag you from the area. 

“Wait, why are we running?! We have to get rid of the curse!” You protested, trying to jerk your arm away, but he held you firm.

The sounds of yours and his feet pounding against the pavement echoed in your head along with your heartbeat thrumming in your ears.

“If we don’t get out of here right now, there will be no more ‘we’ left to exorcise that thing! It-”

Atsuya Kusakabe stopped talking just as the cricket let a rush of seawater free from its mouth.

Your body tumbled forward and you were swept away by the gigantic wave, but, luckily, you know how to swim.

Placing your hands in front of you, you dove into a front crawl and began swimming through the street, which was now flooded with greenish-black water.

Kusakabe followed behind you, both of you now engulfed in this curse’s makeshift ocean.

Some smaller waves crashed against trees and buildings lining the streets, making them break and giving you some leeway to try and pull yourself out.

‘Hm, it must weaken at given points when it makes contact.’ You thought to yourself.

Though it seemed plausible, your deduction must not have been correct, because just as you were about to grab onto the trunk of a tree in a nearby park, more water washed over you and flipped your body upside down.

‘Shit..’ Kusakabe, being weighed down by his trench coat, wrestled it off of himself and threw it aside so he could get to you.

He reached for your foot, but you immediately started a backstroke and swam further up the street away from him.

With your eyes clenched shut, you held your breath; you’d need to come up for air, and soon, if you were going to be able to utilize your cursed technique: Retract.

‘If we struggle, the waves will only get higher…but, we can’t keep swimming forever.’

Kusakabe began thinking of a plan to get the two of you out of this mess when he noticed you swimming up to reach and grab hold to the plant of a billboard hanging overhead.

You pulled yourself up onto its post and gazed out over the ocean of water below you.

You made your technique’s hand signal:

“Retraction, activate.”

The water began descending until all that was left were mere puddles of green-black goop on the pavement.

Kusakabe inhaled deeply and looked up at you hanging onto the post. Since you were wet, your grip began slipping and you fell, plummeting down into the street below.

Ever quick on his feet, the brunette man rushed forward, making a mad dash to catch you before you could hit the ground.

He held you against his chest - wet, chiseled body pressed against yours as his arms circled your waist and squeezed lightly.

You could feel every muscle in his arms and chest flex beneath his drenched white dress shirt as he held you.

“Not bad for a first mission.” He looked down into your aquamarine-colored eyes with a look of…satisfaction, maybe?

Looking up at him, you gave a small chuckle.

“Thank you, Kusakabe-senpai! I appreciate the compliment!” 

He turned his head to the side, a small blush creeping across his nose. 

“I’m not your senpai…hey, that curse is still out there somewhere. It could do that same technique again and we’d be done for.” 

Giggling, you shook your head and pointed behind you. 

“Not so, Kusakabe-senpai.”

In the street was a lone cricket, chirping loudly.

“Retraction can not only reduce something's volume but also its size.”

You carefully unwound yourself from Kusakabe’s hold, stomped over to the cricket, and crushed it underneath your shoe.

“There! Curse gone!” 

Kusakabe was at a loss for words.

‘Amazing…’

Running a hand through his dark, spiked-up hair, he looked up at the sky as the curtain dissipated.

“Well, now that that’s over I could surely use a drink…you want to join? You even old enough to drink?…” He mumbled the last part to himself.

“Hey! Of course, I’m old enough to drink!” You pouted.

Kusakabe chuckled and placed a hand on your lower back, ushering you toward his black car.

World is on my shoulders, keep your body open, swim

I'm swimming, I'm swimming, I'm swimming, yeah

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[rewordthis]

Episode 7: Evening Festival • My boy Muta… if you’re going to inform someone about an impending fucking disaster, then fucking do THAT! Since you couldn’t communicate with the outside world by telecommunications if your stupid technique still works, then by all means find a moment to let yourself unguarded to talk to Miwa!!! How stupid can you be??? Everybody’s safety is both depending on you and is greater than you and if you’re going to be left wide open just to activate your remote puppet then do it! I honestly consider the whole activating ultimate mechamaru time as enough wasted time to sent out a signal or better to hold it off until you gave the info at someone at school. Heck write it in a note??? Something! Don’t go off believing you’re able to defeat special grades, baka! (Am I the stupid one for saying all that? Maybe. But in my life I have learnt that if you’re going to do something, you twist yourself and do it if you must!) • Why is Geto called Geto??? Aren’t these guys in the know that Geto was executed the previous year??? What the actual… Was it kept under wraps that Gojo killed Geto? Only the Tokyo school knew that? I have a feeling Utahime would freak out if she saw Geto walking the streets and talk to Gojo straight up, just like everybody from Tokyo Tech, too. I can’t imagine Nanami going “Geto-san” upon seeing him. He’d definitely ask who on earth he is!? But then again I don’t know. Japanese have some quirks about name calling so… 😗 • Nanami ‘cockblocking senior act’ full Domain Expansion! I had a flashback of Gojo going “it’s not worth acting like a senpai around you”, when he put ice on Ino about trying to act like a senior to Megumi. lmao

• Nanami asking about Gojo. That’s it. That’s my whole point. I rest my case. • Naobito’s moustache springing back in place gave me a hysteric laugh for a moment. Bro! • Nita’s wearing earrings?! Since when? Was she on a date when they got called in??? 👀 • And what was that Nobara? Stop flirting with Maki during briefing, girl! Geez~ • Kusakabe speaking got me teleported into Antique Bakery. No, I can’t do this! I can’t concentrate in Jujutsu Kaisen, now! Get this Devilish Gay out of here, please!!! I’m crying!!! 🤯🤣😭 And he’s even popping a lollipop in his mouth… what the hell, man! You must be getting along with Gojo?! Do you all but Nanami and Shoko run on sugar???🫠 • Gojo finally arriving at Shibuya at 20:31 while everybody else was in place since 20:14… You’re late again, Gojo! Unfashionably so! あ，ごめん。✋ With the exception of Nanami’s scene (PO) this started pretty underwhelming, didn’t it?

Also; Megumi, what?

[maguro13-2]

Demons Unleashed ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Gaiden Pt. 25 ~

Maka Albarn : [looking at the Violet Purple Heart] So...this Violet Pure Heart object, that Genesis fella told me that I was the one who woke up from a fantasy world that I was living in, this courage, me defeating a God, and...this Soul Resonance. But no, it wasn't Soul Resonance or it was something else that what made realize that I was under the influence of the boy who created my world. But what did the Nightmaren say anything about my world being destroyed?

*Heartbeat echoing*

Maka Albarn : !?

[To the World of Memory - Yutaka Minobe]

Maka Albarn : Huh? Where am I? What's going on?

Inky Jr : You are inside the dream world, Soul World was just a fantasy of you living in.

Maka Albarn : Soul World? What are you talking about? This world...This is Soul world? This enitre world was created in my head? Hey, look that's me, My sister, mother, and my friends. Guess she's not the one that is part of the story, but why on earth would she even say anything about this world.

Inky Jr. : Look closely. What see you here in this Soul World of yours is very wrong to the picture, the Nightmarens put you all through this for around 3 years ago while you were in a deep sleep after the incident.

Maka Albarn : You mean Soul Eater was just a dream that I created around three years ago. But Shinigami, the witches, and the Gods...

Inky Jr : All of this was part of their plan in order to fuel the Darkness in your heart, your rage, your hatred, and all of that courage has gone to waste, they were feeding you information that you were the protector of the Kusakabe Legacy, you were the next devil of Shinra's new world that he created for you and has spreaded the lies.

Maka Albarn : Hey, what's my sister talking about now?

[inaudible]

Maka Albarn : What? Is she saying none of that is real?

Inky Jr. : Indeed.

[Solitude - Tomoko Sasaki]

[evil laughters is heard from a group]

Maka Albarn : What's that sound.

Inky Jr. : I smell evil in their blood.

Maka Albarn : That sound like...(sees Soul with glowing red eyes) Soul! Oh I'm glad that you finally made it and...Soul? What's with the evil look on your eyes?

Inky Jr. : Be careful and open your eyes, because that man you entrusted isn't him. And so of these that you all entrusted with.

Soul (?) : [laughs evilly] I never thought that we all enstrusted to be the next devil of Shinra's new world. You gotta the dumbest of all, Maka.

Tsubaki (?) : Yeah, you are such a fool to us all, Maka. You calling yourself a hero and angel? Ha! What a joke!

Blair (?) : I can't believe you gave all of our thanks for being the fools of the Ohkuboverse, you and Shinra are just a bunch of losers, this world that he created had to make you all suffer the same fate as he did. Guess the evil forces won't be teasing you anymore if they're gone and Crona will be gone, you won't be the hero to save anyone, anymore. What a coward!

Liz (?) : Yeah, a coward!

(everyone laughs at Maka evilly)

Kimial Diehl (?) : You call yourself a hero? That is so lame!

Maka Albarn : Papa, please help me.

Spirit Albarn (?) : You should've listen to the truth, Maka. Because you are always such a fool and I must thank for defeating a relative to the Kusakabe that is the Kishin...YOU BIG LIAR!

All : Liar! Liar! Pants on fire!

Maka Albarn : Stop it! Stop it! I showed the world my courage! I'm not a coward! I did everything what I did! Why me, Why Shinra!? I'm sorry that I wanted be a hero just like Shinra, I wanted to be like him, I didn't meant to come to this way, I only wanted to believe in him! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!

Moira Albarn : Sister, run! Get out of there! None of this is real!

Maka Albarn : !?

Inky Jr. : What are you fools doing? You're making this girl cowering in fear! These are not your friends that lived in your world!

Soul (?) : Of course we're not real. You and the entire world of Soul Eater is just a fantasy living inside of her head.

Tsubaki (?) : Yeah, you are right, Ink Demon. None of this real, neither Soul World is.

Black Star (?) : Can't believe a girl living in the real world felt for it. Living in a Fantasy world was your disorder, Maka. Just of a part of your dream.

Death the Kid (?) : Yeah, Maka. thanks for making us live in your "Fantasy" world, ya stupid girl. Now get back to celebrating your doom and start turning youuuuur fate!

Soul (?) : Yeah, or else things in the real world may not work, [stutters] work...work...work...wooooork! [begins to break, with a distorted voice] This is definitely not according what Master Xehanort planned for us in this dream! I mean Master Wizeman! No, Lord eNeMeE!!!

Maka Albarn : Master Xehanort, Wizeman, Lord eNeMeE? What are you talking about? What's the deal with Master Xehanort, Soul and you guys? I'm confused for all of this. But You all sounded like a bunch of...

*SMASH SFX : Shield Break*

Neoshadow : RAAAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!

Maka Albarn : Heartless!

[Cauldron Probe - Amduskia (Battle ver.) - Hideaki Kobayashi]

Inky Jr : You see, Maka Albarn. This is not the World of Soul Eater, you've been lured into a trap set up by Wizeman.

Maka Albarn : So the Sega fools set me up for this!

Inky Jr. : We better hurry! (the two runs off to escape)

Maka Albarn : Everyone one that I known and love aren't real, they were only heartless in my head. So the real ones are living in the real world! You were right and I was wrong, they were all false to me! No wonder why the heartless attention' were about targeting the human race, why would Asura wanted to destroy the world and reclaim as his own planet!?

Inky Jr. : Because Demon Vibe was only trying to conquer the Galaxy, the Kishin was just heartless, another of the Four Emperors of Evil.

Maka Albarn : So those were the four emperors that were under the influence of Demon Vibe in order to destroy the Galaxy, but wait, you said that there's one missing. Who could've be...(sees a light that they are running towards) It's that light again! But how...?!

Inky Jr. : What is this!?

"I've awaited for your return, visitor."

"You've just made yourself into the promised land."

"This will be your wake up call of the day."

"I wonder what you have for us in store?

~ Stage 29 : Dream Drop of Another Distance ~

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careful patchwork

okkotsu yuuta x reader - apocalypse au

cw: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! 18+, cisfem reader, blood, violence, slight gore, mentions of knives and needles, death, sex, mature themes!!!

wc: 5k

synopsis: when chance brings you into his life, Yuuta has to decide which parts of the past define him.

A/N: a big thank you to @heich0e for being my beta-reader. Your advice, love and friendship are so valuable to me!!!!!!!!

He first met you in a break in the chaos, in between the world falling apart. 

Yuuta watched the fire crackle, the kindling consumed and logs just starting to catch. It painted the night with scarlet movement, as if the flame itself was alive and dancing. The glow barely illuminated the woods, casting only vague, gray shadows through the trees, the flame blinding him to everything outside of his circle. If he stared into the nothingness for too long, lost in the silence of the world and the silence of his own thoughts, his eyes would play tricks on him; a stray lick of flame would send shadows darting across his vision and his whole body would tense in reflex.

His body ached for sleep, ached to rest his head on a real pillow. The days had been long, the fights somehow longer. He was starting to think it’d never end. 

Maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe this was life, he thought. Society crumbled so quickly, so permanently. One day he was going to school, dreading the monotonous drag of the day to day. The next, he was running. From everything and nothing, from past, from present, from future, caught in a strange new land that lived in the carcass of his old life.

He was starting to wish it would end. 

He was starting to wish he would end.

Yuuta rubbed his hands on his jeans to clean them. They were his only pair, the denim stiff with the salt of his sweat and the toil of his travels. His mother used to reinforce the knees with bits of jeans that no longer fit.

( ‘I know you’re grown,’ she said, needle in hand and love in her voice, ‘But let me dote on you a bit longer. While I still can.’)

The calluses on his palms caught against the perfect stitching she left behind.

 “If you’re going to attack me, you might as well do it already.” Yuuta called into the darkness when waiting became too much.

Someone lurked just beyond eyesight. This wasn’t a trick of the eye. He could hear how they slogged through the underbrush, growing ever closer. In between bites of mangled protein bar - expired pieces that broke apart in his hands- he waited, twisting his ring with his thumb, turning it over and over and over again in preparation. He ran the pad of his finger over the gem in a  silent prayer, like a rosary, calling for Rika instead of some god he was afraid to meet.

The night laughed back.

“Don’t worry.” the voice in the woods was frail enough from him to believe it. “I don’t have any fight left in me.”

You walked right  out of the night and into his life with an upward tilted chin and a sad, lost smile. It was almost… apologetic, like you were embarrassed for intruding more than anything else. Holding yourself around your middle, fingers digging into your side as if you’d fall apart without them, you dipped into a polite bow. Even in the low light, your arms glistened, smeared with dark, dark, dark unmistakable liquid that oozed through your shirt. 

 If Yuuta was someone else - a smarter person- he would have attacked before you even made it this close. Chaos makes men go wild, injury makes them panic. A wounded dog bites to protect itself, kills as to not be killed.

You were a victim of this life too, he thought. No supplies. no weapons, you had clearly been robbed and attacked, then left for dead like a stray dog. Just like him, you were stuck in the games and bloodshed that the universe demanded.

What would the other do? Gojo? Nanami? Kusakabe? 

“Just looking for a warm place to sit," you said, like it explained everything. Yuuta just waited, watching you with an unblinking stare. His elbows sat on his knees, ready to push his tired body up at any moment and defend- maybe even attack.

Kusakabe was driven by fear. He’d attack, wouldn’t have even given you a chance to get this close. He wouldn’t hesitate to gut a stranger, injured or not. 

(Kusakabe had gotten into a fight he could have avoided, but never could have won.)

Nanami was more rational. He’d wait, maybe even show compassion if the moment was right. 

(It’s important to remember, Yuuta thought, that bits of Nanami were currently rotting in the summer heat.)

Gojo… Gojo would be Gojo. Cocky, annoying, and yet a total wildcard.

(Gojo’s gone in every way that matters.)

"If this is some sort of feint, I'm not falling for it." he said, popping more food into his mouth.  Mongooses, he once learned, never get full. It keeps them sharp, keeps them ready to fight. If your body aches for more, you’re more willing to fight, more desperate to win. 

(He might be getting too hungry- his pants barely cling to his waist anymore.)

“Just need a rest.” you said, never pulling your eyes from the fire. They were glazed over, barely blinking, “A nice, warm, rest.”

You unceremoniously crumpled over yourself, folding at the waist as your knees buckled, your free arm barely extending in time to stop yourself from falling face first into the grass. Injury makes the body move in strange ways, Yuuta thought. Every movement of your body seems foreign to you.

Yuuta pinched what was left in the crinkled seams of his snack and licked the dust from his fingers.  He searched for the sweetness in the final mouthful, but it tasted more like dirt and the strange, tangy residue of blood more than honey granola. The night crackles in the wind, the steady creak and cry of tree branches rubbing together echoing through the woods.

Hunger still crawls in his ribs. 

“I could kill you, you know.” he said after a while. Time and loss bought him more confidence… sometimes too much. He felt it stretch inside of him, flexing unnecessarily. 

His words weren't a threat. 

Just a statement. He could kill you. He’s done it before. The knife on his belt weighed heavy on his mind.

Nodding in agreement, you peeled your arm from your side. The laugh rattled deep in your lungs, soft and wet, a horrifyingly familiar sound. The light of the fire caught your face, shadows stretching over your features and painted your eye bags darker, making your expression grave even as you smile. Melancholic, Yuuta decided grimly, you were melancholic and resigned. As he eyed the fabric of your shirt unhindered for the first time, he could see why; it was soaked through, mangled into strips of dark reds and blacks, dirt mashed into every wet crevice he could see.There was too much- too much to tell where the source is, too much to be healthy, too much for him to keep looking at. 

“Do it.” you invited him into yourself like a welcome guest, “It’d make my night a little easier.”

In this world, sometimes death could be mercy. That's what Gojo taught him, all those months ago when a woman broke into their makeshift camp. The image of her face clung to the corners of his mind, peaceful in only the last seconds of her life.

(“You saved her a lot of heartache.” Gojo had reassured him.  Even when their hands were cleaned, after hours of scrubbing his full body in a stream, Yuuta swore he could still feel the tacky leftovers of blood on his face. “It was either you or her- she’s probably a lot happier now.”)

Yuuta turned his ring again. He didn’t let himself think about the incident often- if he did, the violence might start to define him. He debated killing you for longer than he wanted to admit. Only for mercy. Only to end the suffering. Maybe harm had become an inherent part of his person.

(Yuuta buried the woman with his own two hands, digging in the hard, frozen dirt until his fingernails split, until he could blame the tears on the frostbite. )

The fire popped, heat flickered and Yuuta swore he can feel the warm splatter of blood on his cheek again.

The universe is cruel enough. He doesn't have to be.

Yuuta scrounged around his backpack, feeling blindly the bottom for his provisions. A single bar remained, crushed and beaten between his med kit and belongings. Hunger -strong, sharp, intense hunger- nips for his attention again.

“Here.” Yuuta tossed it high, watching it sail over the fire and onto your lap. You didn’t move to catch it, letting it sit on your leg. 

���Food.” Yuuta prompted, almost like you were a dog. When you didn’t move, sitting there like a forgotten ragdoll, he realized it might be an empty attempt at kindness.  

Food wouldn’t help. It wouldn’t soothe anything that mattered.

 “Just don’t die here,” Yuuta said after a long while.

You stared back.  “I don’t think I have a choice.” 

A surrealness sat between you. He hadn’t talked to anyone for two weeks, not since Gojo took off.

(This time two, maybe three years ago he was camping with Rika, kissing off the marshmallow fluff that clung to the sides of her mouth. She tasted like chocolate and smoke, laughed like life was sweet and never ending. When he closed his eyes, he could still hear it, tinkling in the recesses of his mind.)

Back then, he was good. He was kind. He was nothing more than a child, burdened by nothing but the potential future.

When he opened his eyes again, you were staring back, chapped lips parted in a deep inhale. He was no longer a child, now dragging the weight of his sins and hoping they would drown him before any sort of future could come to fruition-

But he could still be kind. Truly, absolutely kind in the old definition. 

Yuuta stood, dragging his pack along with him as he made his way to you. He wished his hands didn’t fly to his weapon when you flinched, but instinct and self preservation were too deeply ingrained into his mind to ignore. You looked up, eyebrows furrowed and a funny, off kilter smile on your face. There wasn’t any fear on your face, no feral edge even as you eyed the weapon dangling from his belt. Just another person. 

"There's always a choice. You’re gonna see tomorrow."  Yuuta pulled the med kit from his bag. The bits and pieces clanked around the nearly empty tin, warning him about what he was about to do. Yuuta moved too quickly to reevaluate;  he snapped open the lid and pulled out the antiseptic, ignoring how light the bottle had become.

“You’re gonna see the morning. Take off your shirt,” he said, saddling up beside you. When he reached for you, you flinched, pulling back with sudden alertness. Fear flashed over your features for a moment, then a resigned acceptance.

“Wow, buy a girl a drink first,” you said, the humor in your voice a shield. If he moved too quickly, your arm would recoil up over the injury, protecting yourself. Like a deer, spooked by the slightest of movements, you watched him with wide eyes, ready to flee or fight solely on instinct.

(The woman didn’t flinch when the blade caught her. She kept pushing forward, those fingers like claws around his neck-)

“You know, you’re funny for someone who’s bleeding out.” Yuuta interlaced his fingers with yours, the rough of your skinned knuckle pressed into his palm.  “Do it with me.”

Neither of you were animals. You were people. You were human.

Together, you peeled the fabric from the skin, rolling it back until the wound stared back, shining and fresh. The touch of another human was foreign, the feel of skin - living, breathing, writhing- under his touch made his heart skip a beat. 

When was the last time he touched another person? 

(Living person. He can't count lifting that woman into her final resting place when her skin was so cold, so ridgid. He had seen death before, but never held it in his hands, never carried it’s weight.)

 He never touched Gojo, definitely not Nanami…. It hit him that it's been months- maybe a year at this point. The last time he could recall was… the kitchen table, when his mother pinched his cheek before returning to her needlepoint.

Yuuta squeezed your hand tighter, faintly in shock as you both traced up your stomach and ribs. There’s no edge of sexual desire to it, just genuine appreciation at the comfort touching someone brings-

Until his fingers hit the gouge.  It was long and impossibly straight, following along the curve of your ribs, stretching with each labored breath, the all encompassing smear of blood ever growing.  Even face to face, he couldn’t tell the extent of the damage in the low light until he prodded and his fingers slipped inside.

You didn’t flinch, but drunk in the pain almost happily.

“This is fixable.” he mumbled, convincing neither him nor you, “We can stitch this up- you’re fixable.”

You hummed in agreement, head slipping forward, tilting down against your will. The edges of your mouth no longer pulled up. 

“Hey, don’t go to sleep yet.” Yuuta nudged you by the shoulder, trying to hide his worry. The antiseptic dripped from the bottle and the once clear liquid ran pink, heavy with clotting and dirt. The smell of alcohol overpowered the woodsmoke and yet it didn’t feel like enough.

“It’s okay. I’m going to die anyway,” you said, as if sensing his worry. It reminded Yuuta of a book they read in school. Shakespeare’s Hamlet, with Ophelia welcoming the end with open arms. You were just like her, incapable of your own distress. “You’re wasting your time.”

("You’re wasting your time." Gojo had said as he watched Yuuta gather river stones from the snow capped bank.  "No one’s ever gonna visit the grave anyway.")

“No, I’m not,” Yuuta whispered, “You have people who love you, who wanna see you again.”

You shook your head in a solemn no. 

“Then pretend I love you,” he said, “I wanna see you again, ok? I want to see you in the morning.”

Your hand squeezed over his. “That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Yuuta sewed the wound with a needle and fishing line, leaving  a jagged line that pulled much too tight in some places. Sterility was a lost cause- the needle slipped from his wet fingers over and over again, falling into the grass over and over again. Your body jolted with every prick, unable to stay still as time dragged on and on. By the time he had knotted the end, the fire had burnt to near embers, begging to be fed.  It was nothing like the work he had seen on TV, but it seemed to slow the bleed enough to plaster it with his remaining bandages-- and that’s all Yuuta could ask for. He severed the line with the knife that was once buried in the woman and the steel tasted blood once again.

He thought of that woman with every breath, how he placed the river smoothed stones on top of her grave, how he checked her wallet for an ID, just so he could remember her with a name.

(There was nothing in her pockets.)

“Do you have a name?” Yuuta let himself crumble into you once he was done, head tucked into your shoulder. Anxiety ached in between his ribs and pressure pounded between his eyes: a sign of his body demanding food, water, sleep, relaxation, or something else he couldn't supply. 

The silence stretched much too long, consumed by the drone of cicadas. The empty bottle rolled in the wind, the fire whispered as it approached slumber, but you stayed silent, dreadfully, painfully silent.  Despair tasted like bile and felt like pricked fingers. Maybe the old world’s kindness really was a waste, maybe he could have spared you suffering with a swift death, maybe he had used his only medical supplies in vain--

Instead of praying for the things he needs, he prayed to see you in the morning.

“My husband called me darling.” the warble in your lungs only sounded worse, but the fact you were even responding made him want to cheer, “Since we’re in love and all… call me darling.” 

For the first time in what felt like years, Yuuta laughed. It was deep, from the pit of his belly, the kind of laugh that ached in between his ribs.  He couldn’t tell if it was from relief or sheer amusement. 

He had a hunch if there was more time, he might actually love you one day. 

“Okay, darling.” he said,  “I’m Yuuta.”

“No,” you smiled one last time, “You’re also darling.”

The night passed slowly, measured only in intertwined breaths, long and deep. Eventually, the rhythm lulled Yuuta to a restless sleep, still draped over your form. The desire to be touched overwrote the awkwardness and worry, made him forget all else for a couple of moments until unconsciousness overtook him.

"Good morning, darling." he whispered, "Good, good morning."

When he awoke, you were cold.  Morning dew clung to your eyelashes, thickening with the condensation from every breath, glimmering with the morning light. The scent of iron still clung to the air, coagulated blood just beginning to dry on your skin and his. Underneath his stiff hands, arthritic from hard living, your chest expands in short, sweet breaths.

The back of his mind wanted to keep him on edge, remind him of disease and illness, remind him that death could overcome you on any day, that the fight was long from over, but Yuuta refused to feel anything other than joy. First light was the first victory.

…..

He loves you in the peace times, as the world rebuilds.

Downstairs, in the half-fixed kitchen,  the murmurs of Itadori's voice mixes with the crackle of fat in a hot cast iron. When Yuuta closes his eyes, he can picture the scene: Itadori trying to pluck the pork belly from the stove top with his bare hands and scorching the tips of his fingers once again. Toge is probably laughing- no, definitely laughing; he can hear the rumble of it through the floorboards- while pretending to supervise. He always perches himself on the counter, right next to the stove, so he can lean over and read Itadori's lips as he talks. Sometimes Toge signs so wildly that they all worry he'll catch his sleeves on the open flame. 

Even with a pillow, stuffed with hand picked down, he still sleeps restlessly. He probably always will. The arm he drapes over you is tight, like he'd fall apart without you. 

Later, Yuuta might admonish them for wasting meat for the third day in a row, but now he relishes the smell- warm. salty. comforting. It fills the house and overpowers the tang of mildew that clings to the air. 

(When he met them both, there was fire. All consuming, it ate the edges of what used to be a pharmacy. The two of you had risked a lot to travel into town in search of antibiotics- later, he found out the same was true for the two strangers. The four of you stood and watched in horror as hope burned, a silent question hanging over all of you-- What now?)

Without either of them, this old farmhouse would still be bones. Itadori found the place sitting in a valley of fruit trees. Toge patched the roof while you began patching the windows, preparing for the upcoming winter.

Yuuta tilled the fields with his bare hands, the dark, fertile, soft soil staining his skin and nail beds. 

(He only thought about the woman he buried once, when he found a soft, weathered stone in the ground. )

(This morning, the same stone sits on the nightstand. )

Yuuta pulls you closer and buries his nose into the nape of your neck, his hand finding the weal of scarring on your side. Holding it has become second nature: pressure for the nights when it reopened, protection to keep you from turning in your sleep.  

The spot itself is still inflamed and puffy, with bits of fishing line forever trapped inside, but it's whole. That’s all he can ask for. It held you together for him. It held you together with him.

Your breathing shifts and Yuuta knows you’re awake; he presses open mouth kisses against your skin.  You move without looking, reaching behind you to tangle fingers in his shaggy, black hair and pull him closer, dragging him until his face finds yours. The first kiss is a chaste hello, nothing more but a fleeting thing, but you dip back in for a second, then a third. He knows his breath must taste like sleep and yet you pull him time and time again, like drinking him in is the most important thing in the world. 

With his eyes still closed, he still can find his favorite spots of you: the fat of your chest, the curve of your hip, the hem of your panties.  He’s mapped and explored every inch of your body countless times and yet he itches to travel again. You must feel the same; your nails gently brush over his jaw, his collarbone, his hipbone, traveling down to the elastic hem of his pants. It’s genuine appreciation at the comfort touching someone brings, innocent and fleeting, but it grows, each kiss begetting another until each touch burns.

No words are exchanged- you both come together together silently.  As he peels your underwear to the side, you shimmy his pants down just far enough for his half hard cock to fall free and glaze your asscheek with precum. The heat of your pussy alone makes his hips stutter against you. The thin walls and floors give way to most sounds,  so he keeps his sounds as quiet as he can, speaking only in needy, keening breaths meant for you and you alone. 

Your real name is reserved for whispers across your skin when the two of you are alone. He anoints you with it like holy oil, bathes you in loving praise.

You whisper his name back as he enters you, filling you completely and fully.

There’s no rush to the roll of his hips or the press of his fingers, no push to finish anytime soon. Sex is nothing more than existing in the present as he loves you properly. If he could, this would last forever and the outside world would pause until it crumbled once again- 

Of course, the moment never stays. Your body stretches as you cum, partially trying to shake off the lull of sleep.  The side with the scar doesn't bend quite the same.  He follows suit, carefully pulling from your warmth and ruining the sheets below.

(‘What happens if you guys accidentally- ya know?’ Itadori gestured to his stomach as if holding a watermelon there, cradling something imaginary. The response at the time had been embarrassment and fear, but now, sometimes Yuuta longs for the possibility-- looks forward to the future where it happens.)

(That was the best part of all this. Finding things to look forward to again instead of always thinking back.)

As you both bask in each other, there's a knock at the door and you both quickly scramble to cover yourselves with the thin sheet. 

Toge cracks the door, hand jokingly over his eyes with splayed fingers, blocking nothing. Then, he brings his hands to his chest, dragging the middle fingers down with a flick, as if brushing off his clothes. With an accusatory point, he sticks out his tongue and silently gags in an over top display of disgust. 

"Relax, we aren't naked," Yuuta half lies with his pants around his knees and your nipples visible through the sheet. Sex tussled hair suits you.

Toge makes v-shapes with his hands and taps them together wildly before pointing again, a shit-eating grin smeared across his face. 

You gasp, mostly mockingly. "We were not fucking!" 

He nods with a roll of his eyes and a shit-eating grin. Yeah, sure. He taps all the fingers of his dominant hand against his lips twice -the sign for food- before closing the door.  You both wait until you hear him hit the bottom step, the rotten one that whines under weight, before relaxing.

"I’m just glad he wasn’t a couple minutes earlier.” you say as you scuttle out from Yuuta’s grasp. The morning light peeks through the slats of wood, painting half of his face with light as he cranes to follow. When you look back at him, the split of a smile across your face, Yuuta thinks this is how it must feel to be chosen by God, to bathe in something divine. 

 “Good morning, darling.” your words are holy with the weight they hold. Love unsaid hangs in the air.

 “Good, good morning, darling.” Yuuta says.

As you journey around the room, pulling on the cleanest bits of clothing you can find, you hum your morning song. It’s something your husband used to sing each morning, a song Yuuta only knows through your memories, and yet he sings along under his breath. When he joins in, you laugh, head thrown back with sheer joy.  Yuuta  takes the moment to admire you, in all your glory, in all your flaws, in all your humanity. The world outside these doors isn’t perfect. It’ll probably never return to where it was, but within these walls he has found sanctuary. 

Not just in your hands. In this whole… commune, for lack of a better term. The four of you have stability, have a makeshift family that you all carved into the bones of this home.  Chance was the thread that stitched you all together, but love is the hand that pulls it taut.

Sometimes, it feels like he’s always loved you.

 "When do you think it stopped being pretend?" Yuuta asks. 

"What?" 

"Loving each other." he clarifies. Yuuta clutches the chain around his neck without thinking. Your engagement ring, the one your husband gave you all those years ago, hangs around it, sitting low enough that sometimes it presses into his clavicle. It has lost its diamond, but it glitters all the same. "When did it stop being pretend?" 

You pull on a shirt that was once his. "Was it ever really?" 

The gold is warm against the calluses on his palm. He twists it over and over again to feel it catch against the silver links. Tick. Tick. Tick. He counts them endlessly to his own comfort, like a nun over her rosary. “I mean, of course it was.”

“Maybe it wasn’t full-on love, but I had a hunch.” you pause to consider, pursing your lips in thought,  "Maybe you just loved me like a stranger then. You love me like a wife now.”

When you dip to grab your pants from the floor, your own necklace falls from your shirt. The familiar green gem glints in the sunlight and, for the first time in a long time, Yuuta thinks of Rika.

 “I don’t think love ever dies or is born,” you say,  “It just changes shape or redirects.”

He used to think you have pieces of Rika in you. Now, the paradigm has shifted, time has passed, and she has pieces of you. He can’t imagine her voice anymore in the same way he can’t picture his mother’s face.

"Come on-" Itadori's voice bounces off the empty stairwell, "We're waiting!"

Toge claps in agreement. 

He used to hold the past too tightly, in hopes it never slips away, but letting go has brought him here. Moving forward isn’t forgetting. Loving again isn’t the death of first love.

"They're waiting, slow poke. Time to get going." you say, standing at the door.

Yuuta lets himself move on with the day. He gets up and pulls on his pants, the reinforced fabric tight against his knees both a reminder of what he’s lost and what he’s gained.  When you open the door and morning’s first light pours in, he can make out uneven stitching around the elbow of your shirt. Silvery white thread that he unraveled from his own clothing scraps, sewn by candlelight solely to dote on you, catches the sunlight.

Love doesn’t die, it just changes shape. His mom lives on in his needle pricked fingers, just as your husband lives on in broken choruses. 

(Inumaki's brother is in the sign language flourishes that only the five of you understand. Itadori's grandfather died before the fall and yet he joins you all at family breakfasts.)

“What’s with that face?” you ask from over your shoulder, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Nothing,” Yuuta says, “Just in love, I guess.”

[doukyuusei-mp3]

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh! Uh! Umm. H... Hair.”

“Hair?”

“Uh! Your hair. I think it’s great you took a shower first. But maybe you should’ve dried your hair a bit more. Maybe get a blow dryer?”

“Oh, that...”

--

“(...So, like... maybe dry your hair more?)”

“(...I don’t have a hair dryer.)”

--

“Yeah. I was...”

“Hm?”

“Oh... someone else... told me to get one, too.”

“...Huh? Did you always have the three rings?”

--

“(Here... I’m giving back my ring.)”

--

“Huh? Wait. What?”

“We broke up.”

“...Huh?! You and your Tokyo boy? Why?! But you were so in love!!”

“ Oh... Uh. But... I feel like... maybe it’s better this way ”

“.....I mean, I don’t know... But I thought that ring meant like, you were engaged. Or married or something. You know, it’s like... same-sex couples do that adoption thing for marriage, right? That’s what I heard, anyway. So... you call yourself Sajou, but I thought maybe your name had actually changed. Since you started wearing that ring.“

“We did talk about it, but... we decided not to.”

“How come?”

“There’s all kinds of laws. And we can’t know the future.”

“Laws?”

"Like in Setagaya ward. For same-sex couples, they’ll issue a document that basically recognizes your relationship as something similar to marriage. Things like that. There might be more laws like that in the future, but not now. And adoption... you’re legally parent and child. It seemed like it might make things difficult.”

“Ohh. I guess...”

“But, well... I’m glad. Now that this happened... at least there’s no weird records of anything in our family registers.”

“...Wow. No wonder you ordered chicken.”

“I’ve always been chicken.”

“And snarky, hm? ...Your boyfriend said you shouldn’t bother with all that, right? Sajou-kun. You actually wanted the adoption thing, didn’t you?”

“.....That’s not what happened. I mean, he was right.”

“This isn’t about facts, it’s about feelings! Feelings don’t care about laws and records and all that! You’d be married, yeah? It’s only natural to get mad when it’s all vague like that. You should at least say something!”

“It’s not like that! ...It’s... not about that. I don’t think either of us meant it like that. But... I went and...

“(When we turn twenty... marry me.)”

“...Well. It doesn’t matter. Not now. It’s over and-- ”

“You’ve been in bed for three days! It’s not over at all! You could still call him. Say you do want to get married. Or not even married, just some formal thing. You want to be together your whole life. Tell him you still love him. And then--”

“THAT’S NOT THE PROBLEM!”

“.....”

“.......Sorry. It’s just. All... this time... I was walking on clouds. Lost in it... All this time... so...”

--

“(I... I could help! Uh, w-with your singing... until the recital!)

*Sajou and Kusakabe laugh*

--

“I figured it would end at some point... all this time... that was somewhere in my heart. So. It’s... it really is... hard. But... it’s better this way.”

“........Why... why would you say that? I mean, Sajou-kun... when you talked about him... you always looked super happy. So, I was like... “Ohh, this is what it looks like when you find the person you’ll spend the rest of your life with. This is how you smile when that happens.””

“.....Me, too. I... wanted to believe that.”

“So then...!”

“No. It really is... over now.”

“But--”

“I just can’t! No. I can’t! I can’t do it. I’m just... not that sure of myself. I’m not... it... it doesn’t matter if it’s just me. Whatever happens, it’s my fault. But he’s different! I’m scared! If I... drag him into my life... and then... he gets looked at weird... or loses out on things... or gets hurt... it’s all my fault...! So... I can’t--”

“But that’s what marriage is, though!!”

“!”

“You wanna say it’s all your fault, and yeah, it is! But marriage is all about throwing your lot in with someone, y’know?! You two already decided to stick together, right? That why you gave each other the rings, right?! I’m not the one you should be talking to about this. You need to talk to him! I know Tokyo and Kyoto aren’t close... But are you sure you’re not even gonna try and tell him?! Are you really--”

“You’re a woman Miyamura-san, you wouldn’t get it!!”

“................Well, fine. I guess that’s the end of it, then.”

“(.....I suck. I hurt her... lost her... I’ll never have a friend like her again. Ever. No one... my whole life... like this... alone.....)”

“Thank you for coming!”

“Sigh.”

*Miyamura grabs Sajou’s hand*

“Come on then.”

[xulcan]

Heyy mamas I came across your blog I was so hyped so I’m asking if you could write Shinra and Arthur with an black s/o xoxo

Keep up the good work 💋🥰

Aww thank you🖤

This is the longest headcanon I’ve ever wrote and it’s pure chaos, I love it

I am never writing after pullin an all nighter again <3

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────••─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────••─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

SHINRA KUSAKABE

♤He adores you so much, he’s such a mess

♤You know how Arthur always calls him a dumb devil n stuff, imma be honest when they clash it could either go one of two ways

♤1. You’re laughing you ass off, or 2. Arthur leaves with a bruised ego your pick

♤Shrina is very much wrapped around your finger, he probably assumes you don’t know but chile you know. They all know

♤Whenever you try something new with your hair he’s always first in line to compliment you, which he does about 20-50 times per day

♤Maki gushes at y’all 24/7 sayin y’all are cute together

♤If you ever get mad at him and do that thing where you suck your teeth, he’s gonna get sad real quick

♤He’s gonna keep his distance of course he’s not trynna put you in an even worse mood than you already are

♤He loves to hug you after wash day cause he likes the scent of your products

♤Once he said “You smell good” accidentally out loud, next thing you knew you didn’t see him for the whole day cause he got embarrassed

♤If you ever take him to meet your grandparents, they don’t even have to be your grandparents just an old black lady that’s close to you and your family and she calls him baby, that’s it he’s like

♤”Y/N, I don’t wanna leave.” He’s just clenching his heart

♤LISTEN I DONT KNOW ABOUT YALL BUT LIKE WHEN AN OLD BLACK LADY CALLS ME BABY THAT JUST HITS

Bonus crack✨

♤Once y’all got a call about a big ass infernal and once y’all got there you looked it up and down and said “(Chile) This is beyond my black ass.” And sat in the match box.

♤Obi glared at him and said with his eyes “Get them out. Now.” Long story short you didn’t and now Obi makes you run extra drills ✨

ARTHUR BOYLE

♤ Chileeeee

♤He’s always calling you the fair Y/N n stuff for his little knight thing he got goin on

♤He has seen your glow once and from then on he calls you Deity Y/N, he asks to see it again sometimes and when you explain you have no control over it he asks Ogun so now when you’re doing paper work he waits for the right time

♤Obi likes to have you around cause you keep him in check just incase he’s about to do some dumb shit

♤If you call him a knight for whatever reason he goes from “King Arthur” to the Reincarnation of King Arthur him fucking self

♤If you ever get your hair braided or just do something new with it, get ready for the knight themed comments

♤Sometimes he just wonders to himself when you’re gonna leave him cause believe it or not he’s insecure in that subject✨

♤I’m pretty sure he knows his parents just 🚪🚶🏾‍♀️.

♤I feel like if he saw your glow he would deadass recite a whole ass poem just to be knightly or sumn

♤You don’t know how but someone he manages to get his hands on some products for you

♤Don’t ask how he did it tho, he’s just gonna kiss you and say “A knight never reveals his secrets.”

♤If you ever ever mutter something about hating your hair, maybe it was a bad hair day, or maybe it wasn’t workin with you today cause it’s a bitch✨

♤He’s gonna be so confused about why, he doesn’t wannabe like “ohh you shouldn’t do this and blah blah” he loves your hair and he can’t stand when you hate it yourself, now if you say you wanna shave it all off he’s gonna root for you if you wanna do so

♤ Biggest hype man 100%

♤When he took you to meet Ogun y’all were just like tight already, and when y’all left Arthur asked you if you knew him and you said “Nope, I have never seen him in my life.” He was so confused on the way back to the company

♤ Doesn’t let you sleep without your bonnet cause he remembers how you say that you need to wear it everynight, if you can’t find it and you’re sleepy you can bet he’s gonna help you look for it

♤ He always finds it 

[fairy-writes]

Uh, hello,, I’d like to request a Fire Force/Jujutsu Kaisen/Moriarty the Patriot matchup, please? I’m demisexual, 5’5-‘6 ish, a Hufflepuff, they/them (although I’m used to she). I don’t really mind which gender they are as long as it’s accurate, really.

I’m creative with an explosive imagination. I seem grumpy and standoffish at first because I’m hesitant to let people in, a byproduct of being abandoned by friends and emotionally abused by my parents/grandma. I’m always worried nobody will love me because my own family didn’t, but I try not to show my anxious side. (People looking close close will find it anyway, although a lot of people don’t.) When I’m comfortable I’m making jokes and telling facts with dramatic gestures and funny faces. I sound like literally every autistic genius in the movies - either seeming haughty on the surface because of my general confusion with social things, or just quirky and excitable to the few I trust. Children teens trust me because I’m honest and don’t talk down to them (I hated it). I wouldn’t throw hands for myself ever, almost like I think I deserve it - but for kids?? On sight. I became a “villain” to my family because of my “disobedience” and “defiance” of judgment and restrictive moral/gender rules and tell myself as that I was the villain- but my friends insist that I’m confident, good, cutsy/princess like - more of “hero” or a straight up protagonist energy.

I’m a writer by trade and on accident. I’m naturally curious, and enjoy learning sharing historical/mythical/mythological/book/movie facts I’ve found with my friends like it’s hot goss. (It’s a bit annoying because people make the same mistakes over and over - it’s so predictable it’s like I’m cursed with awareness that most people don’t believe or flat out ignore.) I think I’d be a great professor if I were allowed. I also listen to music all the time because it calms my brain down from vibrating so fuckin’ fast.

Thanks for reading all of that! 😰👋🏾

Hello lovely! I hope you like your matchups! On a serious note, my ask box and DM’s are always open if you need someone to talk to! It seems like you’ve been through a lot, and I’m really sorry about that :(

Fire Force Matchup: I pair you with… Kusakabe Shinra!

Shinra is a bit taller than you at 5’8,” and I see him as a Gryffindor! He was a little intimidated to approach you at first because you seemed really grumpy and standoffish, but he doesn’t want to let you go once he gets to know you! He helps ease your anxious side and always tells you how much he loves you! He loves your imagination and your jokes!

The two of you bond over music! Shinra likes stuff with a fast pace and a good tempo, and a cool tune, so I imagine him into things like K-Pop or some heavy metal songs. He also likes to read your writing if you let him! He often asks you for help if he has to study or learn anything because you are so good at teaching and acting as a professor.

He doesn’t mind that you don’t have a good memory. He knows no one is perfect (though he’ll call you perfect if you don’t mind). But, overall, he helps you be more confident and sure of yourself!

Jujutsu Kaisen Matchup: I pair you with… Itadori Yuuji!

Another pure ball of sunshine! And another Gryffindor! He’s a little taller than you at a whopping 5’8” (like Shinra) and loves to tease you about it if you allow stuff like that. If it makes you uncomfy, he won’t push it :) He loves that you are so creative, and your imagination astounds him!

He doesn’t mind that you seem grumpy; after all, everyone has their bad days. In addition, Itadori always assures you he won’t abandon you and never plays with your emotions, and helps build you up after all the trauma you’ve been through. He constantly reminds you how much he loves you and helps soothe your anxious side.

When you’re comfortable, he loves to joke around with you! He constantly brags about how smart you are and how good you are with kids. He also encourages you to stand up for yourself!

He isn’t good at writing. So that academic stuff isn’t his favorite, but he likes to ask you all kinds of questions about your writing, no matter the type, and will happily offer to read it for you if you ever need a beta reader! He loves your curiosity and will happily enjoy any facts you want to throw his way; he just loves it when you get excited!

Moriarty the Patriot Matchup: I pair you with… John H. Watson!

(I’m pretending Mary isn’t a thing for this, I love Mary, she’s just irrelevant for this matchup)

Another 5’8 man” who loves you a whole bunch and a fellow Hufflepuff! The two of you are creative, busy bees and bond over writing! He loves your explosive imagination and good ideas and also loves your curiosity! A typical date between you two is to stay in and just write and bounce ideas off of each other or get supper and have a walk in the park afterward. He doesn’t mind that you come off as grumpy at first; he deals with Sherlock after all.

Watson constantly reassures you that he’s not going to leave and that he loves you very much. He also helps your anxious side and knows several techniques to help calm down if you feel particularly panicked or anxious that day. But, of course, he’s also a doctor, so that’s a plus!

He loves your jokes and listening to your facts (also tease Sherlock, he gets a kick outta that). But I also feel like you and Sherlock would actually get along, so it’s another plus! Watson also thinks you’d make a fantastic professor! Overall, he loves you to pieces, and the two of you make a very intellectual couple!