#also disclaimer: I've been focusing on reblogs with tags this time but there's also a lot of gender euphoria to get from the replies

[mitamicah]

June 6 2023 Okay, this is sort of a collab between this blog and my mainblog so no sign limits today.

Today’s headline is: Trans joy, gender euphoria and hyping up your fellow trans tumblr user through your tags

I feel like it is a somewhat well-known fact that rambling in the tags of a reblogged post is more than welcome. Heck I do it all the time, half because I cannot keep my mouth shut and half because I know how happy these tags can make me myself when getting the notifications. And it is the latter I will focus on here because you guys have no idea how much your tags have meant to me recently.

On June 15 I took a gamble by posting some pictures of me trying out outfits that reminded me of my Eurovision babies (Käärijä and Bojan). I’d felt amazing about quite a few of the pictures and seeing how well they were received by you guys made me want to share even more of my face and then started a spiral. A good spiral for once.

Since then I’ve found myself sharing more and more pictures, videos and silly thoughts from my daily life on my mainblog and reading your replies and tags in the reblogs have filled this trans masc heart with so much trans joy it has heighten whatever gender euphoria I felt at the moment.

So I want to showcase all those wonderful reblog tags I’ve gotten the past four weeks (and a few compliments in my ask box for my diary blog) to show you all what trans joy/gender euphoria can look like: sometimes it is something as simple as being hyped up by your fellow tumblr users. Thank you all so much <3

I never know how to respond to reblogs with tags like this because believe me I want to let you know I appreciate it more than you might know – so hopefully this will suffice <3

June 15 - Dressing room selfies

June 23 - Singing Cha Cha Cha

June 25 - Käärijä song

June 30 - Cutting my hair pt 1

July 4 - Cutting my hair pt 2

July 5 - Green hair showcase

(update: here’s the full version of @/darkerthanblack-666′s tags)

Thank you for cheering me on and for letting me share not only the troublesome trans experience but also the moments of trans joy. Micah out <3

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Felt like putting together a little themed fic rec list! Here are some coda/missing moment fics for 3.07 Red vs. Blue. If I've missed any, let me know and I can add them to the list! (I also might make edits to these posts to add more fics as they get written. If I ever do so I'll be sure to reblog the post for visibility!)

Enjoy all of our amazing fandom writers and leave them some comments & love!

[Disclaimer: If you're an author and don't like to be tagged or linked for any reason, let me know and I'll remove the tag and make sure not to do so in the future, no questions asked.]

SOFTBALL FOCUSED:

◆ Win or Lose by @heartstringsduet (Words: 8.3K; Rating: E; d/s elements)

What if the softball game ended with nothing but TK receiving his rightful reward for winning? What if Carlos ever so slightly tweaked his plans?

◆ in your corner by @heartstringsduet (Words: 7.1K; Rating: M; d/s elements; part 5 of a series)

Win or lose, Carlos promises to reward TK after the softball game tonight. But all it takes is a single moment to unravel what they’ve built together.

◆ it's hotter than hell where i'm at by @petalwritesx (Words: 1.3K; Rating: M)

“If I would’ve known a softball uniform did this to you,” T.K. says, breathless between kisses, “I would’ve bought one a long time ago.” OR: Before their little award ceremony, Carlos and T.K. have some alone time.

◆ Sex Drive by @welcometololaland (Words: 3.8K; Rating: E)

Carlos has a thing for TK playing softball and TK has a thing for reflective surfaces, apparently. OR A season 3, episode 7 missing scene.

◆ "You love this, don't you?" by @irispurpurea (Words: 403; Rating: T)

Fictober 2022 Day 28. Prompt: “You love this, don’t you?” Missing scene from Red vs. Blue

◆ Gold name and number by @goodways (Words: 3.6K; Rating: E)

“I’m just saying Carlos, it was a simple ‘talk shit, get hit scenario’, the law has no place getting involved,” TK spoke with a tone like he was explaining simple first grade math. “First of all, that’s not true and second of all�� no, no I think that’s it.” * Carlos has some feelings about TK in his softball outfit.

◆ Take Me Out to the Ball Game by @chicgeekgirl89 (Words: 1.5K; Rating: T)

He’s seen his boyfriend’s ass in a lot of outfits; his uniform, jeans, slacks, but nothing, nothing tops this. His boyfriend is hot. He’s so fucking hot. Carlos isn’t sure he’s ever seen anything hotter in his entire life.  A follow up fic for 3x07 "Red vs. Blue" in which T.K. wears a new kind of uniform and Carlos likes it. A lot.

◆ your hand under my jacket by @kiras-sunshine (Words: 5.8K; Rating: T)

"You know, I’m grateful you came to watch,” TK hums as he steps into their loft through the door, and immediately turns around to give him one of those wide and brilliant grins, and pokes the peak of Carlos’ cap upwards, “even though it looked like you were trying to be as incognito as possible.

END OF EPISODE FOCUSED or BOTH (TW: discussions of grief/death/dying):

◆ Everest to mariana by @paperstorm

A tag for 3x7, 'Red vs Blue', in which Carlos fulfills a teenaged fantasy and TK gets devastating news.

◆ i can't just bring them back, but darling i can hold your hand by @morganaspendragonss (Words: 2K; Rating: T)

It’s been hours, and TK hasn’t said a word. He hasn’t screamed, or cried, or done anything that Carlos has come to expect from someone who just found out a loved one passed away. He’s just curled up in a ball on the bed, staring blankly at the wall, and that’s where he’s been ever since he walked away from the party like a ghost. * a 3.07 coda/3.08 spec fic

◆ underneath by @kiras-sunshine (Words: 4.2K; Rating: T)

Grief is a powerful thing, and it affects everyone differently, creating unique pain and ache for everyone, and it is always a process, and TK has had his grief only for mere hours. It is still new, growing and invading space in him.

◆ not a victory march by @reyesstrand (Words: 2.8K; Rating: T)

Carlos approaches, still under the assumption that everything is fine because it's supposed to be, and TK feels his eyes start to burn when Carlos asks him to tell his mom he says hi.  Because that's something he's never going to do again.

◆ Surrounded by Love by @bluenet13 (Words: 5.8K; Rating: T)

A look at TK in the days, weeks and months following Gwyn’s passing as he processes his grief with the help of his family and friends. A 3x07 Coda

◆ this weight off your shoulders by @marjansmarwani (Words: 1.9K; Rating: T)

When Andrea Reyes receives a call from her son with terrible news, she makes a promise to a woman she only met once but always felt she knew. A 3x07 Coda

◆ may there be abundant peace by @maxbegone (Words: 2.6K; Rating: N/A)

Carlos sighs. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” “Yeah.” “I’m so sorry.” It warrants no further reply, because at this point Carlos is crying along with him, resting his forehead against his temple and securing his hold even tighter. If he didn’t feel so numb, TK would reciprocate somehow. But this day has been simultaneously a blur and the sharpest image, burned red-hot in his brain. He could relive every single moment in perfect accuracy, he swears. __ An introspective episode coda sometime after the events of 3.07 and 3.08.

◆ No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. by @tkstrrand (4 fic series, Total Words: 13.1K; Rating: G)

TK tries to balance moments of joy with grief/guilt following the months after his mother's passing.

◆ sometimes grief is an open wound - it bleeds and bleeds and bleeds by @morganaspendragonss (Words: 663; Rating: M; TW: Self-harm, Suicidal Thoughts)

His doctor puts him back on his antidepressants and he takes them without complaint, even when sometimes they feel like they’re doing more harm than good. The side effects leave him nauseous for a week, his already unpredictable sleep schedule fucked up beyond repair, but TK dutifully swallows them down every morning, because this means that he’s trying, right? It means that… It means something. It has to.

◆ wrap me up, enfold me by @strandnreyes (Words: 2.3K; Rating: G)

“She’s dead.” Those are the last words he has spoken in at least ten minutes. Now as Carlos sits beside TK on the couch, he isn’t sure what to do. His boyfriend is silent and unmoving, almost hauntingly so, and there’s this vacant look in his eyes that makes him look so unlike himself that it jars Carlos.

◆ Before...And After by @littlemissmarianna (Words: 256; Rating: G)

TK takes a shuddering breath. He doesn’t remember much about last night, except that he was catatonic after the call, then dissolved an hour later into a sobbing, hyperventilating mess. The only reason he didn’t shake apart was because Carlos had held him.

◆ wrapped in a cloak of misery by @pendragonsandbuckleys (Words: 1.1K; Rating: G)

The phone clattered to the ground only seconds before TK’s knees buckled from underneath him. - a 3.07 coda.

◆ silent answers by @blueink3 (Words: 577; Rating: T)

It’s Paul who notices first because of course he does. “She’s dead.” Who clocks the fact that something has gone horrifyingly, catastrophically wrong. “She’s dead.” “Carlos?” Not ‘hey, man’ or ‘you good?’ Not the casual, easy tone Carlos has come to appreciate ever since that night at the club. It’s diffused more than one high pressure situation, but this -  Nothing can fix this. A coda to 3x07.

[royboyfanpage]

Blog Intro/Masterpost

Hi! I’m the OP of this blog. I figured since this is gaining a little bit of traction I’d make an intro post to this blog! My name’s Tal, I’m an 18+ trans guy who’s been hyperfixated on Roy Harper for about a year now, so I created this blog for rants, reblogs, and (w)riting. I’m also British so excuse any spellings or terms that I may use differently from Americans. My asks and DMs are always open :) I'm 900x more likely to actually write stuff if I've been asked too.

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WARNINGS AND HOUSE RULES

This blog is dedicated to all things Roy Harper. A disclaimer that a lot of Roy’s story focuses on heavy themes. If you’re someone who is unfamiliar with Roy and wants to get to know him through this blog, this is your discretion warning for topics such as drugs, violence, death etc.

This blog is not focused on Jayroy or the New 52. Jayroy shippers and New 52 fans are welcome here, but the content here is not tailored to you.

For the most part, I say ship and let ship. However, I view the Arrows as a family unit. Please do not tag anything on my blog as a ship between any Arrows, minus Ollie and Dinah. (Some people view other characters as Arrowfam outside of who I typically include. When I refer to Arrowfam, I generally mean Roy, Ollie, Dinah, Connor, Mia, Emiko, and Lian. Please don’t ship any of those minus Ollie and Dinah on my posts. While I don't see him as Arrowfam per se but more exclusively Harperfam, Grant Emerson is also included in this. Please don't.)

Any blogs that focus on a paedophilic ship are discouraged here. Please avoid interacting with my posts if you publically ship any underaged character with any adult character. Aging up/de-aging is included. It's not a hard rule per se, but I don't particularly want it in my tumblr circle.

Aside from those ships, anything’s free game! If you see a post of Roy and Wally, or Roy and Garth, or Roy and Donna, or Roy and Jade or Dick or Grace or whoever, you can tag them with ships, go nuts.

Any form of bigotry is unwelcome here, be that racism, transphobia, homophobia, biphobia, aphobia, ableism, fatphobia, or SWERFs. If you fall into any of those categories, Roy Harper would not support you, and neither do I. Additionally, intentionally misinterpreting any of my posts to try and demonise addicts will result in a block.

Unlabelled peoples, xenogenders, neopronoun users, etc are all welcome here.

I support the freedom of Palestine. If you don’t, disrespectfully fuck off.

MY STUFF

Here's the stuff that I've done! This will be added to with time.

Rants:

Snowbirds (1)

Snowbirds (2)

Grudges

Dinah Lance

Mia Dearden

Uncle Sam's Piss Poor Leadership

Oliver Queen's B- parenting

Why Ollie Doesn't Suck

Connor Hawke

Throwing The Drink At Garth

Writings:

Something nameless

Miscellaneous:

Roy Harper's Badassery

Tim North

My Favourite Thing About Roy

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7th Dimension (Chapter 2)

7TH DIMENSION SYNOPSIS/MASTERLIST

Masterlist for other fandoms

Wattpad link for 7th Dimension

Chapter 1

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary for this chapter: Perhaps, the woman who happened to be teleported in the world of Jujutsu wasn't exactly the same woman he met back in that certain dimension after all. Would she still be a woman of use or just nugatory as Gojo Satoru could see fit?

Warnings: Mentions of Blood. Wounds. Todo being Todo. This happens in between the Goodwill Event, the Hanami incident. Some words written in Italics between dialogues only would be Romajis's for Japanese or English words being stated by specific characters from time to time. I've kind of shifted some scenes as well. Some gifs here and there. To those who already read my works, y'all know how I love inserting them in between chapters! 💙

Reminders to avoid confusion: Y'all would probably wonder how Gojo knows you---though, only in terms of appearance because the person who he's meeting here is not the same as whom he met in the special chapter in one of my other fanfics entitled Witcher of the Night. (It's a fanfic for The Witcher Series televised on Netflix) I don't even know why the heck I tried connecting both of these fanfics together. Think of it as a multi-verse. However, the woman---a.k.a reader in 7th Dimension is NOT the same nor have the same soul as the woman being portrayed in my other fic. They have different lives or history. They are entirely different but acquire the same appearances only. It's just so if you love The Witcher and also Jujutsu Kaisen, then you get the best of both worlds from my fanfic works. Heehee! (I haven't finished writing the Special Chapter I have for Gojo's appearance in the other fanfic I have, so I apologize. I'm currently focusing on writing future chapters for 7th Dimension first, so I hope any of you won't get lost in translation---I mean won't get lost in this fanfic of mine. <3)

A/N: I've updated a little too early! This chapter should've been published on February 23, 2022 but since y'all are too sweet from chapter 1, so here it is! An early chapter for everyone! Heehee! ENJOY!

Tell me if you want to be tagged whenever I publish chapters for 7th Dimension! Send an ask or message me!

COMMENTS, REBLOGS AND HEARTS ARE SUPER-DUPER HIGHLY APPRECIATED! IT GIVES ME SUCH MOTIVATION!

Words: 2k+

Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. Credits to the rightful owners! I only own the plot of this whole fanfic. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be. This has no connection towards the anime or manga as this is a FANFIC.

From the moment Juzo Kumiya's curtain was destroyed and Satoru Gojo activating his Hollow Technique: Purple, a gigantic single purple sphere that was bound to obliterate everything in its path and to prevent from Hanami from leaving the Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event. The students of Kyoto Jujutsu High and Tokyo Jujutsu High were sure enough that the Special Grade Curse Spirit has been definitely annihilated.

But, not for the strongest sorcerer. He could sense there was more to it, probably even a bunch more surprising events that leave him dwelling that it was still alive.

"Yay! That settles everything!" Satoru gave principal Gakuganji a big thumbs up, completely irking him at the process as he grinned, his teeth radiating under the sunbeam of the early morning. The senile member of the higher-ups in the Jujutsu Society scowled before him, constantly hearing Juzo's pathetic whines and pained moans on the corner. Both sorcerers, leaving him bleeding out of his limbs due to Gojo's rash doing, planning that he was in for an interrogation.

He'd lifted a part of his blindfold, regarding such prodigal solution of his to this gatecrashing disturbance and closely observing if the special grade curse-spirit and curse users were still around the area. Gojo gave the scene a side-eye, unveiling one of his Arctic eyes which held great, compelling abilities that no other has inherited for the past hundred years.

The strongest Jujutsu sorcerer was absorbed in his own puzzling thoughts when he suddenly felt something else, making him blink twice.

Another intruder. Though, the emanations it held felt more familiar rather than the aleatory interlopers in the midst of the Goodwill Event.

He'd taken a pause, slightly taking him by surprise but never allowing other people to see through his astonishment, appearing to still remain unfazed by all and keeping himself under his cool, Satoru pointed back at Kyoto Jujutsu High's principal in a smug manner, calling in the shots for a halfly extirpated Juzo laying on the ground, "Principal Gakuganji, you take him out for interrogation, will ya'?"

Yoshinobu Gakuganji couldn't help the twitch form his mouth from his uncivilized talks, thoroughly antagonized by this particular sorcerer's existence and always seeing him as irritating and destructive. Gojo took no heed to his reply and instantaneously left him to his own, warping out of the scene to deal with another commotion that would be worth the bewilderment.

"Tch. This brat." the principal muttered beneath his breath as he deeply sighed.

Aoi Todo stood tall and proud with his chiseled, muscular build radiating beneath the sun's rays. Hands on his hips as he cackled out loud at the exceptional scenery that flashed before their eyes which happened to be Gojo's impractical way of cutting down a problem. The Grade 1 sorcerer was still chuckling as a single drop of sweat fell on the side of his neck, shaking his head from the sudden out turn.

Hanami was about to cast Domain Expansion if it weren't for the curtains which has been quickly destroyed by the man that was prohibited to enter, a curtain that pushed him out of the way to exclude himself in joining in the fun.

Gojo Satoru was never one to miss such ruckus especially when it had his students involved.

"Heh. I knew it. He's still nonstandard as ever." Todo deeply chuckled with a smirk, completely entertained by how Gojo's Hollow Technique crumbled half of Kyoto Jujutsu High into a disintegrating mess, the scene appeared like a large meteor came to ruin mother earth and its beauty, entirely a ramshackle Grand Canyon for the end of a world.

"Todo," Yuji Itadori, The Tiger of West Junior High and a first year student of Tokyo Jujutsu High who happened to be Sukuna's Vessel hollered for his friend's attention, how they quickly became friends on such a short amount of time still gets Itadori wondering what made it happen, "---Is this still Gojo Sensei's doing?"

What stood before them was a bottomless pit of bright abyss, the opposite of how a black hole could've been envisaged. Todo was quick enough to comprehend, its bright luminescence entirely taking them both as it also blinded them along the way. The partners in crime shielded themselves from the vivid streaks, momentarily looking away, squinting their eyes shut as it became drastic with every second.

It was obscuring their visions.

"Spatial Teleportation? No. This doesn't look like it. Unless he has learned something new or have been keeping something under his blindfold---"

In that instant, Todo heard a clamorous reverberation of a truck's horn, seeming to run them over through the blinding abyss. He was quick to revolt against the unforeseen collision and jumped high, the circular chasm closing in at least a second and cutting the Freight truck in half. The third year student couldn't believe his eyes as the scene before them unfold, zooming in on a woman flying out of the void who happened to have collided with the vehicle and appeared to be abominably thrashed by the impact.

"Yuji!" He loudly exclaimed as he was in the air, leaped high enough and hasty to even collide with the vehicle. Itadori's senses were also at high speed and like greased lightning, he'd grabbed you away, prancing to the sides before it has even slammed the both of you, "I got her!"

"Half a truck. Ha!---" Todo commented, guffawing at the unsought intrusion of something they didn't understand. He fell flat on his slippers, sauntering towards the huge truck cut in half. It hit a tree and probably ruined it due to the powerful impact of collision. He noticed that there was no one controlling the vehicle up front, leaving him looking utterly baffled by the accident, "---Where's the driver, then?"

"She's badly battered and bleeding." Itadori brought into the open, stating the obvious as he observed your wounds and bleeding skull. Blood seeped out of a deep, opened wound surrounding the side of your head, hemorrhage transparent and starting to begin for how beaten up you were, crimson liquid flowing down and probably staining his school uniform more than he even did to himself even after the fight with Hanami.

"We need to get her to Shoko-Senpai." He added and stood up, taking no sweat in carrying you in both his arms, determined to take a run for it to save your life as he gave Todo a glance, skeptical why the muscle-bound man has an expression of distrust.

"A woman who we don't know and who's certainly not Takada," Todo scoffed with a grin, crossing his burly arms as he closely observed you in curiosity, trying to see if you were a sorcerer, non-sorcerer or a cursed spirit.

An uncalled school of thought distracted him from the unfortunate incident. Without a doubt, it was not the right time for it. His impression telling him that you weren't his type in women. Though, Todo kept his mouth shut for the impertinent discussions for the meantime.

Yuji gave him a blank look, he knew it was not the right time for his fanboying nature when he was holding an immensely injured woman.

"Is she friends with the tree?" The pink haired student suddenly asked, eyeing Todo in doubt but utterly puzzled by the situation as he started to mutter random conjectures over your surprising entrance, "What if she's a ticking time bomb sent by the Special Grade Cursed Spirit and---"

Aoi Todo gave Yuji Itadori a point of his hand, motioning towards your battered self who was being held by his friend, "Then don't touch her, my Besto-Friendo."

"And leave her bleeding on the ground?" Itadori asked in disbelief, his tone sounding like he was alarmed of the situation that Todo wanted to happen, "---Todo," he continued, trying to catch his attention when the brawny man's shoulders shook from laughing out loud at his friend's reaction.

He was only kidding when he found Yuji's reaction utmost comical, never believing that he actually convinced him that he was serious.

Todo reached out, showing both robust arms to Itadori and offered to help and give you to the school's doctor instead, "I'll carry her then---"

Both men halted in between their chitter-chatters, seeming to feel like they were visited by a strong sorcerer who has saved the day. They've turned their heads to confirm and straightaway knew by the amount of cursed energy they've felt from the man.

There stood the honored one, Gojo Satoru who had his hands inside his pockets, standing tall as he wore his black blindfold. His moisturized lips inscrutable for them to know what he was thinking, though deep inside, there was no doubt that they were thinking that he wanted to give a remark over something because the Sensei never runs out of anything to say.

Surprisingly which was unconditionally enough to bowl over on, all they've gotten from him was a call of their name.

"Todo, Yuji." Satoru nonchalantly acknowledged, offering them a smile and bringing them to their attention. They were thinking that he was wondering who was the bleeding woman in his student's arms.

However, they had no idea that the Jujutsu Sorcerer knew your arrival beforehand.

"Hai, Gojo-Sensei." Itadori acknowledged his teacher with a respectful tone, turning at least ninety degrees to show the harmed woman in his arms, "She appeared out of nowhere, going through some type of dimensional-teleportation technique---" he was cut off by Todo who immediately questioned his theories.

"Is there even---" Itadori interrupted back, shrugging to himself as Gojo began to stroll towards where they stood, "Other than Gojo-Sensei who can warp in a definite amount of distance? No." he sounded rest-assured and continued his assumptions, "---But, in the movies, Yes. I guess."

Without even lifting a part of his blindfold, the strongest sorcerer knew then and there that the woman Yuji Itadori was holding is you, yet he felt like his own assurance held no concrete evidence because he knew himself that there was something different with the battered girl who was breathing on his student's arms versus the woman he met when he travelled in a dimension he hardly knew about.

A very strange one if Gojo Satoru was honest. It looked like you were living in a foreign world or a movie he could make Yuji watch for hours and actually learn how to fight using swords and those weak looking weapons.

He could hear your shallow breathing. You were breathing. You weren't dead. But, you could be if he stalled long enough.

You better not be dead when you actually knew what was going to happen in the future with just one touch to his face because your words were entirely accurate. There actually has been gatecrashers in the midst of the Goodwill Event, knowing Gojo---he doubted at first and never believed a single thing. However, after everything that has happened, he was convinced that the woman he met back then was a forecaster of the future.

Hence, this wounded woman happened to look exactly the same as her.

Though, he could feel it---doubted that this woman who was badly injured is the same person who he met back in that particular dimension.

"Is she teamed up with the cursed-spirits? Or just a non-sorcerer?" Todo was engaged in the conversation with Yuji, eyeing his friend and the woman in his arms, "---She should be dead then."

Aoi Todo was responsive enough of the surprising, self-effacing sensei who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. He was also confident enough to call him out in between his abnormal silence and wanted to try and pry. "Oi, oi, oi!" the beefy man burst out with a grin as he was keeping an eye on Gojo Satoru who kept to be reticent, "Ha! well, this is a first---" A pause. "---Some dirt caught in your blindfold or something?"

"Yuji," Gojo repeated for the second time, weirdly unresponsive of Todo's razz as he retrieved his hands out of his pockets and tried to catch his student's attention who seemed to be like he was also lost in his own thoughts. He noticed how his teacher was motioning him to place you in his arms. Itadori blinked twice towards Satoru's outstretched arms and onto the bleeding woman who was unfortunately, you.

"Huh---right, Sensei." His student finally responded, willingly and carefully placing you in Gojo's long arms.

"I'll get her to Shoko."

Y/N be living the dream, now in Gojo's arms---IT'S MY DREAM! NOT HER! MY DREAM MAS! *kicks the ground*

FEEDBACKS ARE SUPER-DUPER HIGHLY APPRECIATED! IT GIVES ME SUCH MOTIVATION!

[vickyvicarious]

i hope ur ok with unprompted asks abt leverage bc today i am like this :-( because someone is posting hate on the OT3 in the OT3 tags. (not as a mistake either, they refused to use the right tags) tbh i am so so excited for the revival but this modern-day-esque toxicity is what i've been worried abt the whole time.

THE POINT OF THIS ASK: they said something that is wiggling in my brain, and i figured you may have a good perspective since i know you like the OT3 and are aware of/comment on fandom/media racism. they said the OT3 is popular because of fandom racism, because hardison is black and fandom wants to focus on the white guy (eliot). i think if this were true then people would just ship parker/eliot like ive seen people do in other fandoms not make an ot3? but wanted an opinion from another person?

Totally cool to send me unprompted asks! Whether Leverage or whatever else. And first off, sorry to see you've been experiencing nastiness in the OT3 tags. I personally never have, but maybe that's down to me not actually knowing what the commonly used tag is? I legit just found blogs to follow who post enough thiefsome content for me, and pick up more here and there, but I dunno where most people post stuff. leverage OT3? parker/hardison/eliot? hardison/parker/eliot? hitter/hacker/thief? something along those lines probably, I've found some stuff tagged under each but have no clue what the 'main' one is. (Also I came up with my own name for them and post my own stuff mostly under that so I really got no clue what most people do, haha.)

Anyway, I digress. On to your main point - well, I will give a disclaimer first. Pretty much the entire time I've been on tumblr I've mostly been in a happy fandom bubble and not even noticed a lot of the nastier discourse. Probably down to the way I pick blogs to follow and then mostly stick to my dash? But anyway, that remains true for Leverage. And in fact until I started my rewatch I was never really involved in the fandom, despite loving the show. I actually haven't read much fic yet either. So there's probably plenty going on I'm not aware of.

That being said, yeah I would agree with you that generally I think if this was racially motivated then people would just ship Parker/Eliot. I don't think people usually default to poly relationships, so I don't really think that is a good argument against one. The only exception I would say is if there's a huge trend of people shipping the three of them together, but only using Hardison as a prop for the other two. You know, if fic focuses mostly on Parker and Eliot and Hardison is just around to be supportive and not given the same level of depth, that kind of thing. However, in the fandom interpretations I have personally seen of the thiefsome, that isn't really the case. It can't hurt to be aware of trends if you do see them, but I don't think you gotta worry too much about this one.

People can be mean. Try not to let it bother you, maybe blacklist if possible (though I guess that ain't if they're intentionally using whatever the main tag is) or build your own happy dash bubble to retreat to. The people I reblog a lot are really nice if you need a starting point! ^_^

Edit - check in the comments for some other perspectives. Seems like there is a tendency to focus on Eliot more, though perhaps not in a straightforward a way as that person was saying? (I dunno what they were saying exactly though so I can't really speak to that.) Doesn't mean we should stop shipping all three but we can be more aware of how we do so, and make sure not to skimp on giving Hardison his fair share of emphasis! (Parker too obviously but you get my point.)

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7th Dimension (Chapter 4)

7TH DIMENSION SYNOPSIS/MASTERLIST

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Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: You were utterly in-denial for living in a world you hardly knew of. With your amnesia not helping it through all the pent-up anxiety. Thus, which makes you entirely apprehensive of everyone's presence that it even got to the point of thinking of an escape plan in the midst of all. Yet, everybody knew there was no escape in the hands of the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer. Everybody knew the consequences, except for you.

Warnings: Some Italics during dialogues are said in English. Reader can be quite stubborn in this chapter and also in the next chapters too but it's because this is a multi-chapter fic, so which is why the phase might be slower than usual. Yuji, Megumi and Nobara is here. I don't know why I've considered including it in the warnings? Satoru, his sweet tooth and being an utter pest as always. This is one of my favorite chapters I've written right now. Heehee! Mention of Naruto and Kakashi by the reader. Mention of Google and Taylor Swift.

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A/N: I'm done with another new advance chapter today for 7th Dimension which is why I decided to post Chapter 4! Also, I'm in a good mood considering that I think I'll have the chance to cosplay Maki Zenin soon because the seller accepted my order of costume! Heehee! There might be lots of typos and grammar errors here and there because my eyes are droopy af right now. HHEHEHE.

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Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. I only own the plot of this whole fanfic. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be.

THROUGHOUT THE CAR RIDE, there was definitely no energy left in you after your humiliating fit of pique. What was the experience? Basically visualize cheese being squeezed in between beef patty and veggies, the beefy patty manspreading in a cramped car like you weren't even there in the first place. An image that nobody needed but could tell how you also actually felt. Actual cheese. Wriggly nerves every now and then with distress being brought to the fore, sitting side by side with the total polar opposites---Satoru's student named Fushiguro and the Sensei himself while the other two were in their continuous, verbal mocking battles.

If you were guessing right, he was intentionally trying to raise your hackles more. Adding more trepidation towards your self-consciousness.

You were perspiring so bad. Was it because of what you were trying to plan in the middle of it all or was it because of their presence which makes you react like a cat on a hot tin roof?

Or was it just simply because of this guy named Gojo Satoru as he was coming across as someone who has some kind of six sense when he knew your every move despite of showing the minimal signs of it?

You were thinking of a foolish plan that was immediately thrown out in the depths of an ocean, crashed in between an interloping jet train---to a degree of screwed up ignorance in your part.

Sea Urchin head was focused on his phone, heedlessly scrolling through the internet as if he was using it as a method to pass the time and avoid any verbal contact with anyone. An introvert. You quickly thought to yourself, scanning through what he was trying to search up but end up not understanding a single line or two due to the fact that it was all in Japanese letters.

Damn it. Your subconscious mind muttered inside your head.

You were improvident for Gojo's attention that has been on you since the moment of the car-ride. He was trying to discern what kind of mannerisms or characteristics you had and at the present time, you were having absolute adjustments to a world you certainly have no idea to. Was it really a doable decision to keep you around?

He was quipping in jests between Kugisaki and Yuji's heated tete-a-tetes, emitting laughter here and there when it gradually died down as he caught sight of how you were being on the lookout for any source of help.

You'd even went far into blinking repeatedly towards the taxi-driver like he would understand that you needed help. It just earned you nothing in return.

Satoru immediately noticed, covertly snickering on the side, and yet you hadn't noticed that you were caught even before you know it.

He'd murmur a low 'Oh. I see.' as if he'd seen something out of the windows. How did he actually see what was meant to be seen when he had a blindfold on? you've asked that tiny voice inside your head, ignorant of your pursed lips as you were completely aware of him who sat beside you during the entire taxi-ride, pondering on what he whispered to himself. Gojo was seated on that side, disheartening at it may seem, in all likelihood, he was thinking that you were bound to flee. Howbeit, to Gojo, he actually didn't care at all because it wasn't like you weren't easy to capture. The Strongest Jujutsu  Sorcerer knew it was easy-peasy, even if you were some Special Grade Cursed Spirit.

Gojo just really wanted to sit on the window side. There was no meaning to it. He just wanted to.

His quiet mumble was coherent for you to hear---or you were probably just too conscious of his presence. Utterly absorbing to your disappointment.

Never one to beat around the bush---as you were finally and slowly having a gist of how he approaches people, Gojo slightly lifted himself to his side, fishing out his phone from his pocket that made you stare at him wide-eyed---he didn't actually know you were trying to feel if he had his phone in his pockets, did he? your restless, inner thoughts mumbled repeatedly.

You were biting your lip, apprehensive in a way that his actions were bizarre into recognizing your movements too well---perceiving that it was a way that you were planning any measures to ask for help. Is he actually being observant of you as well?

He was quick to swipe right, offering you a twinkling grin and his cellphone. It left you staggered that he didn't even bother to have a cellphone password as if he was not worried that people would try to snoop with his belongings, "Need to call someone who probably doesn't exist, Tiny-Chan?"

Maybe, there was no use in escaping then.

Sushi Tokyo Yoshida, a famed Sushi restaurant situated in an improbable location on a rustic shopping street in out of the ordinary, Hatagaya. Be at odds the transcendent intramural, resplendent outfitted with lacquer-gold Japanese screens and chiseled wood panels.

Seated before you were Gojo's three peculiar students and situated beside you was...well, of course. The fetching, blindfolded guy.

Fetching. You mentally asked yourself, drifting to the unbalanced part of your brain as you wanted to hit yourself for even thinking that way towards a man who was holding you hostage.

Reminiscing on what happened prior to the moment you were taken to a famous Sushi Restaurant you actually heard or read from an article before being ensnared inside Tokyo Jujutsu High and with the people who surrounded you, the term Jujutsu Sorcerers came tumbling your mind like a mysterious tale you've never heard of.

What was even a Jujutsu Sorcerer? Did they even existed around the world?

"Why am I even with these people," you incoherently talked under your breath, a hand placed on your forehead as it felt like your brain was having some sort of malfunction for not understanding what was happening at all.

Satoru's students were giving the impression of how normal people acted, they were breathing normally. Avaricious for food to be exact as the pink haired student and Ginger-haired gal were fighting over distinct Sushi pieces while Sea Urchin head was devouring his own pieces in silence.

Everyone appeared to be normal except for the fact that the man beside you who wore his Stygian blindfold was functioning too well for his own good despite of his blocked sight. It even got to the point that you were outstaring him while he ate beside you and it was stupefying to say that he knew you were actually staring and had to turn his head to ask you, 'what?'

The theory was beyond your capacity to believe, yet he was proving a lot of points and evidences that he could surely see anything through the blindfolds he wore despite of not taking it off. He wasn't even tripping on his own foot.

What the actual heck was all you could think of.

But, in spite that, your refutation to believe that everything was real and true to life is still stronger.

Not until they'll be giving you a reason or two to dispel your doubts that they were outside the limitations of how ordinary people were. Then, you were probably not breathing on the same earth that you lived in before.

Another dimension. What was this? Some kind of Doctor Strange sorcery then? That wasn't possible. You shook your heard with a smile, trying to lessen your frets and agitation by trusting yourself more than anyone. "I don't even understand these three students who seemed to be cosplaying as well,"

It was even far more equitable that you could fathom every single word that Gojo says rather than his students who also spoke the same language as he does. Nevertheless, to you---the whole translation thing went kaput, coming to realize that they've got lost in translation when it was their turn to conversate.

Thanks, Taylor Swift. You thought to yourself, wishing that it didn't happen to you literally. But, look where that got you right now.

"Does anybody even speak English around?" you sounded hopeful, making eyes at Gojo's three students who never dared to give you a glance as they were too distracted with their own worlds. Hence, you repeated louder this time, trying to make it obvious that you were rubbing it in. "---Do...you speak-o, English? Any of you?"

They've heard you, loud and clear. You've seen how they've ceased chewing their food for at least a second before they went on again. Deep down your rejected heart, you knew you were worth a minute of their actual time amidst their growing appetite. Though, they actually had the audacity to turn a deaf ear when you tried sparking up a conversation between Gojo's students, completely snubbed by them.

Without conscious choice, you can only think that they were deliberately reacting like that because they wanted to avoid a parley of the English language.

They actually were, though you didn't need to know that.

Which left you sighing in the background, your Sushi left untouched as it felt like you weren't famished or that you were too self conscious of anyone who surrounded you. "I don't know why you're the only one who could understand me when I don't even speak Nihongo." the chatter was sent towards Gojo who was stuffing his face with his own chopsticks and Nigiri, a type of sushi where the rice is molded by hand and the fish or other toppings are pressed by hand atop the rice. "---I can really understand you well. This is weird."

"You're either acting or the heavens and earth tell me that I'm the only way for you to survive in Japan. Hehehe. Still I'm the honored one then," Gojo fecklessly divulged, a slovenly speech in his part because he was still chewing as he did so. He'd pointed his chopsticks to you, cocking his head to the side as he mindlessly wondered, "---Strange for us to understand each other when we shouldn't in the first place,"

"You don't seem like you're cosplaying Naruto or some sort---wait---I think I know now." Lending the subject matter on the idiosyncrasies of Satoru after listing down all things considered to be able to escape, he would be of linchpin to your getaway. In the light of being aware that he was the one and only who could get a gist of your every word.

But, could you? really?

By the looks of it, you were going to have a difficult time after all because it was like he knew what you were already thinking in advance before you could even take countable measures to your escape attempts.

"Kakashi! Kakashi! You're a fan of the anime then!" your focal point was now on Gojo who kept on eating, "---Show me your eye! You're probably keeping something under those blindfolds---some contact lenses or some sort!"

In a blink of an eye, the Jujutsu Sorcerer stood clear of your grasp without a hitch. You've wanted to pilfer his blindfolds off him just by how you tried to reach out without a doubt. Satoru had not activated his Infinity, it was the neutral form of the Limitless which is commonly known as the ability to stop or slow things down for all people who knew how his abilities worked. Actually, he could if he wanted, but chose not to for haphazard reasons. Perhaps, it was because you knew nothing of their work nor appeared to be a person who would simply comprehend what being a Jujutsu Sorcerer meant.

It was either you were crazy enough to understand or mad enough to skedaddle once he even tries to activate a little bit of his techniques.

There was no in between unless you've finally came to a realization that this would be your new-normal rather than your life back in your dimension. A dimension where Satoru certainly never knew of.

He seized you to it at warp speed, catching your fingers in between his used chopsticks without even bothering to look as he leaned away from your touch. You didn't even took the time to breath out a breath that you have been holding and this man had you caught in your leashes.

You were probably around the bend because all you can ever think of right now was the astonishment you're feeling. This man held some aberrant skills that you could hardly guess of.

"Eh? Kakashi?" Gojo, who left you lost for words by the whole interaction, gently pushed your hand away in no sweat, guilelessly blinking back at his students. Though, Itadori was the only one who bothered to watch like a silent gossiper in the background before the student shrugged to himself, "---Yuji, you know a Kakashi?"

"No, Sensei." Sukuna's vessel insouciantly insisted, idly blinking back at his Sensei, "---Is it an anime?"

A backlash of your previous behavior prior to when you've woken up to his face. Gojo Satoru felt that this amazed feedback you were in the process in could be considered as a positive one. You were capable of adapting towards their craziness, it just needed time, effort and trust just like how your mind would fix itself into knowing what you had for the Jujutsu Society.

"I'm taking it back, Fushiguro. I don't understand a single thing she says. I don't like her." Nobara was in a garbled mess for her noshing. Megumi ignored a couple quips from her, unbothered by how he was staunchly jabbed to the side, making him stumble from his seat because Yuji Itadori sat in the middle of them as Nobara sat on the other.

"Even you, Yuji. Get away from me!" She added, pushing the pink-haired student one more time to give herself more space as he was actually taking some of the seat's area, while Megumi was left breathing down complains incoherent for everyone to hear.

"Gojo-sensei seems to be the only one who could. Though, he speaks the same language as we do and she understands him," Yuji Itadori was scrutinizing your every move. He'd witnessed how your mood immediately changed from being astounded to a fit of nark from the second that the server provided plates of Chocolate and Matcha Mochis in front of Gojo like you were optimistic to have some, but your recognition that you only met them today stands in the fight that you had within yourself.

Or you were just stubborn enough to starve and take pride over believing that the Sensei they look up to was an abductor.

Yuji wanted to help your skepticism over everything, that you were driven to their world with a reason that their Sensei never tells nor speak of. But, he chose not to bother because he never knew how to word it out right especially that you speak of different language.

Language Barriers are indeed a pain in the neck.

Besides, their Sensei might have something beneath his sleeves for however he would let you habituate during your stay in Tokyo Jujutsu High.

"Weird." Nobara managed to talk with her mouth full of Sushi, "---Like she existed and have been teleported to understand no one but him."

"What an unlucky fate for her then." Fushiguro mumbled, his own chopsticks in between his lips as he stared on his plate.

Unfortunately, Gojo heard his mumbling and chose to broach over the subject. One hundred percent understanding his sudden acerbity which has gotten the Jujutsu Sorcerer student stiffening his posture, "Oi! What do you even mean by that, Megumi?" he harmlessly teased, finding no offense to whatever his student wanted to point out.

Mochi, a Japanese rice cake made out of short-grain Japonica glutinous rice and other more ingredients displayed right before you---no. Scratch that. Right before, Gojo Satoru's side of the table. You were sure that just by seeing the sight of it was enough to make your stomach rumble in discontent. Claiming to own what you were known for back in your country, the woman who owned Chomp for Sweets wasn't actually just a living lie. Forsooth, you were a woman living with a sweet tooth and seeing all the numerous pastries of Japanese delight placed before you screams that white-haired Cyclops fancies them as well.

Did he really? Gojo doesn't appear to be of a man who was fond of them. If he was then it was all endearing.

Endearing, you repeated and heard your inner thoughts echo in the back of your head, making your reach out for your face and actually want to slap yourself for thinking so.

You did not just think he was adorable after not even offering you some?

"I haven't actually fully introduced them to you," Gojo took you out of your contradicting miseries, taking your attention away from your heated face, "---My dear students, introduce yourselves!"

The two first year, Jujutsu Sorcerers carried on their masticates while Itadori had the civility to set forth in the activity of knowing you, being the only one who remained eye-contact as he talked.

"Not until I finish this," Nobara chewed her Sushi that filled the ample of her cheeks.

Timorous as he may be, Sea Urchin have actually had the courtesy to introduce himself first rather than the amicable student that Satoru had, "My...name...is Fushiguro Megumi." he inertly conversed, impassively watching you from beneath his luxuriant, black eyelashes that made you squint his eyes at him.

You couldn't believe he had such lucky genes.

"I....am...Yuji Itadori!" The rose-haired student began excitedly, giving a big salute and a toothy smile that kept your heart in awe.

She was a rose amongst thorns, probably also able to prick you with it as she finally managed to swallow a big chunk of her Sushi, "Kugisaki Nobara," the pretty, ginger-haired woman who was thoroughly blessed in the physical aspects which can be called beauty introduced herself.

Though, she manifested that she did not like you one bit, much to your dismay.

Everyone was bearing into the perception of perfect. How it was possible? You had no idea.

Not wanting to skip another moment to introduce himself, thinking you might have another set of fluctuating amnesia---well, you had amnesia. But, you weren't forgetful to the point you'd let his name slip out of your mind. It was already done and hearing his name was enough because it was already consuming enough that you had to keep repeating how it sounded in your head for the 30th time of the day, "---and I'm---" Gojo started with a grin, slightly turning on his seat to face you with a beam, but apparently you've cut him off.

"I know, I know. At least let me borrow money for a plane ticket, I'll pay you back, Satoru. That's your name right? Satoru? Surname's Gojo?"

Was it the way you said it? How churlish it was to their point of view. They were sure you looked younger than their teacher. But, a lot older than they are. Legal to be precise. It sounded like a flippant regard of their Sensei's name when it escaped your mouth or you weren't just educated towards their culture.

Trying to perceive your actions, you sounded like you knew him well enough that you were treating him as someone equal---just human. Someone who did not care for his achievements nor abilities. When in real time, you could instantly be obliterated if the Strongest Sorcerer wanted to.

For all they know, you probably do not realize who he actually was.

The trio disrelished your salutation like it was the least they expected from you. Were foreign people always like that? They mentally thought all together, continuously keeping a weather eye, "What? You guys look like I offended the whole world. I'm not calling him in some Japanese honorifics because first of all---I am still confused and mad that I'm being held as captive over whatever is needed that I should remember!"

To everyone's ignorance, Gojo took nothing of it to heart and authorized whatever you wanted to call him. He was smiling, widely still so and with a gesture of his hand, he brushed it off and chuckled beneath his breath.

"Eh, It's fine, we're close."

His students gave him a look, wondering how the heck did that happen in such a short period of time.

"She just arrived three days ago, Sensei." Yuji implored with a raise of his brow, curious enough to know how did that happen.

Well, he wasn't one to judge if he were to talk about Aoi Todo.

"We've built friendship for three days then?" The Sensei answered with shrug of his shoulders, reaching for a piece of chocolate Mochi with his chopsticks.

"While she was asleep? Does nobody want to talk to you anymore that you had to chat with unconscious people?"

Satoru took no account of Megumi's question, too preoccupied with his desert and for the fact that their Sensei knew you were eyeing the sweet pastry from the moment it was served, leaving him to tease you especially that he heard your stomach grumbling.

"Fushiguro," Yuji quietly scolded his friend, digging in another set of Sushi platter.

"What?" Megumi deadpanned with a raise of his brow.

Gojo Satoru was trying to keep himself from grinning ear-to-ear as he heard your stomach rumble for the fourth time this day. He was finding so much fun for the reactions you were having, it felt like all the thunder and clouds were above your head right now that he had to devour another Mochi in his mouth, showing you as he deliberately chewed.

"You sure you're gonna' take a plane ticket?" he chewed on his own sweet treat before he added another information that made you blink at him twice. "---Or just call Ijichi and take the private plane? You choose, Tiny-Chan. Unless your business, your friends or your home doesn't actually exist back in your country right now,"

So, he rich-rich. You blinked twice, finally finding where his eyes were beneath his blindfolds. The curvatures being the only depiction of what you can imagine him to be. His eyes still an enigma ought to be explored. Your curiosity spiking through the roof as it made your insides turn mushy.

What did he actually looked like beneath it?

"I think I've hit my head too hard," a mumble of truth escaped your lips, the words reaching Gojo's hearing. He responded with a one-liner, humming as if to be on the same mind with you.

"Hm, maybe a little too hard for your tiny brain and height to process," a pause. Satoru raised his chopsticks, gesturing towards his plate of sweet delights that rested in front of his table as if to poke fun for your own pathetic, sweet cravings. "---You sure you're not touching that?" he added, lightly walking on thin thread over your annoyance that the order of Mochis wasn't for you, "---You've got a sweet tooth too, then?" The Jujutsu Sorcerer dropped down further mocking remarks that made you fall on your seat more, incognizant over your own expressions that he immediately read through you, "---Though, you're not allowed to have them. Heh."

There was this feeling that made you want to run off the hills. One reason was because you really wanted to go home and just make yourself invisible from everyone so that you could be free from their presence and Second was because of Satoru's teasing that you find abnormally benign to the heart. The way it was delivered tells you that he was just playing around and having that sort of sentiment just by officially meeting him today can be risky.

The experience gave you Deja vu for an encounter that has happened in the past regarding with men that has somehow gave you the butterflies every now and then.

All of a sudden, this menace of a man named Gojo Satoru was giving you the chimera that you've actually seen him somewhere despite of just knowing that he existed until today.

"You've ordered that for yourself. I've been eyeing those Mochis since the first time it landed on our table," you grumbled, eyebrows tightly furrowed. Your voice stuck in your throat as if you were suffering in your own cravings and misery.

Satoru's grin went wider if that was even possible, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he devoured another piece which wholly filled his mouth. "Eh! Sucks to have brain injury then." the latter talked with his mouth full, a dulcet laugh vibrating out of his chest that has gotten your toes rickety.

The way his laugh sounded---a conglomeration of contradicting adjectives that you can think of. He was probably right. You were really having brain-injury for how you were seeing things in your own perceptions. His laugh consisted of bonbons, pleasant and wholehearted. Presumably keeping cryptic ingredients inside because of what other secrets he was probably hiding from everyone. Butterscotch for the intriguing resonance it held with an additional sprinkle of sour-candies for the derisive twang every now and then.

What was suddenly happening to you?

"You---You told me I was fully healed by the school doctor!" Stumbling on your words, these thoughts got stuck in your throat. Megumi observed without a word, taking heed of your jimjams and from the way you were acting were like the women that were captivated by their Sensei, the women whom surrounded Gojo whenever they were out and about.

Though, you seem like you were fighting for your life and just wanted to melt through it all, trying not to make it obvious or that you were in utter disbelief because of how the thought looked unrealistic to everyone.

However, to his students---it wasn't impossible. Barely. Women...practically throw themselves at him and the Sensei also knew, trusted and believed he was that attractive as hell.

Megumi Fushiguro languidly blinked to himself as he went on and ate in silence.

"Not entirely. Not until you've snapped out of your amnesia. Shoko emphasized you're in between being delusional and forgetting your whole existence," Gojo stated as a matter of fact, his tone in a sing-song voice that ignited a voice you've been keeping inside that made the three students jump in their seats.

"I TOLD YOU, I HAVE NO AMNESIA! I AM PERFECTLY FINE! I JUST DON'T REALLY KNOW WHO YOU GUYS ARE!"

The table shook beneath everyone, inattentive that you've kicked Itadori on his knees in which he did not mind because it actually didn't hurt a lot. The first year student was just utterly bewildered by your sudden outburst that you had him staring at you with his cheeks filled with food.

Nevertheless, their Sensei cared less and snatched out his phone from his pockets, quickly typing something as he thoughtlessly responded, "Right, amnesia. Says that tough scar you have on your forehead now. Hold on a sec," Gojo was humming as he did so, keeping the tip of his chopsticks in his mouth, "---Google here states that Amnesia refers to the loss of memories, such as facts, information and experiences." he sounded totally unconcerned, dropping down his chopsticks on the side while he pointed at one of his students, specifically the black haired one.

"You're currently in the state of in-denial. We could adapt to that. Right, Megumi?"

You and Gojo had your gazes fixed at Fushiguro who was left dumbfounded for the abrupt question. The first year Jujutsu Sorcerer gazed back, aghast from how he was suddenly involved in the debate you were having with his Sensei.

"Megumi, right? Can I hit him?"

Were you asking him a question? Megumi silently thought to himself, expressions lukewarm which made you not know what he was thinking at the present time.

"Huh?" Megumi emitted an audible hum that reached everyone's ears that surrounded the table.

You pointed an assertive finger towards the man who was beginning to get your dander's up, "Your blind teacher? This guy. This one."

Oh, how confident you sounded. Gojo kept his mouth shut, covertly snickering on the side from the idea as he crossed a leg. You won't even have the chance to try, if you wanted. "If you could get to touch me, I guess." the Strongest Sorcerer mumbled to his own, shrugging his broad, stalwart shoulders before his focal point was on a plate filled with sweet confections.

"Yes." Sea Urchin deadpanned, a scowl deepening from the question he didn't quite comprehend.

Itadori went on in giving curious glances to the three of you, not understanding what the heck was going on. "Did you even understand her, Fushiguro?"

"No idea. She just seemed to be asking a question,"

It was difficult to believe Satoru's words. The lack of credence was getting your mind into thinking why your identity was capable of being inexistent. Based on his sole phrases and explanations, experiences from the taxi-cab ride where he was confident enough to lend you his phone and call someone who was---as stated by Satoru himself---phantasmal till the time that you were both pulling each other's legs, figuratively.

He seemed to be rather pushy that you were in the middle of an intense amnesia and that you've travelled to a different world---their world where you had to be beneficial for them.

By remembering what he was trying to show you a picture or illustration of.

A freakin' manga panel, as you highly believed it came from.

You couldn't accept it. Everything that was happening felt too good to be true in a negative kind of way because the experience would be of a fantasy. Would it be called a dimensional-teleportation magic?

Space-warp?

A preternatural multiverse?

The idea only existed in the movies and you held strongly on that.

Hence, which is why planning another escape method to vanish within their fingers---these people who surrounded you that seemed to be out of their minds was the right thing to do.

Because you deeply believed they were still somehow normal.

"I need to pee." It was frank, straight to the point. A genuine slip of your tongue. You really needed to take the loo. Even so, you also had other empty-headed plans. Your knees were shaking because of the crisp breeze and from your thin casual, sleep-wear clothing, compared to their thick set of uniforms, it wasn't exactly a lot.

You were also on tenterhooks because of an escape plan that had at least a fifty percent chance of being successful.

Nonetheless, you were heedless that just by being in the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer's presence alone, given that it would be a point one percent of a success rate because everyone who encircled around him were already on the palm of his hands and they didn't even have to blink an eye.

The Gojo Satoru, prominent to everyone in the Jujutsu Society but also being an absolute threat to the higher ups and to everyone who abhorred his existence ever since he was born---the actual power he holds---is being messed around and not be taken seriously by a mere non-sorcerer?

Your defiance and obstinate determination over refusing to believe him out of all has gotten him interested.

To the point that he knew you've avoided the restrooms and dashed out of the restaurant's doorway in a nippy.

Gojo Satoru knew you were still utmost skeptical out of all. You were more of a firm believer of your own opinions---headstrong because you needed proof of what and who they really are in their world.

"Gojo-sensei," Itadori probed and mused on the subject, staring wide-eyed as he blinked over your retreating form, see to it that you were utterly ignorant over where to go because you had no idea over the routes and roads that worked in Japan because you had no maps nor GPS.

Nobara had her elbow on the table, a fist catching her jaw as she also watched you scram in the midst of her sighs, leaving no words because she knew you were bound to come back to them no matter how you hated because as far as she could understand, you only had their Sensei as a way for help if only you could see the bright side of it.

"Yes, Yuji?" Satoru gave his student a benevolent smile, already sensing where you were headed.

"She just left the restaurant."

Megumi was scrolling on his phone, searching through the news or probably information about the people who were already probably dead and have been involved around a Grade-2 curse spirit out in Sumida. However, despite being occupied on his phone, the first year student was actually listening to the conversation, "Gojo-Sensei probably threatened her,"

Gojo pointed his chopsticks at him, feigning his offense with a shocked expression, "I did not!" he gasped, mouth turning an 'o' before it fell as he dwelled, "---Hm, maybe, a little bit?"

"She's trying to escape." Straightaway, Yuji stood on his seat, holding onto the cherry-colored hood of his jacket as he was leaning over the table to see where you went and probably hovering over Fushiguro which got his friend in another grumbling fit. "---Oh, she left."

Satoru paid no heed to that and continued to express his admiration over such toothsome Mochi's that were left on his plate. "I know---," he admitted with no rush, remaining on his seat as he sat tight. Gojo wanted you to have at least, your kind of fun before you could see his face again, "---and I need to finish this last piece of mochi,"

Perhaps, you were one who liked to play a little chase with the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive.

Tiny-Chan's living the dream, doesn't she? As always. 😥😫 Also, I was snickering when I had to include Taylor Swift and how Yuji, Megumi and Nobara gets lost in translation whenever they're speaking to Tiny-Chan. HEHEHEH. I giggle over my own references and jokes, people. I'M SORRY! (T3T)

Anyway, FEEDBACKS ARE SO MUCH APPRECIATED! <3