#but Megumi deserves a sad post from him

[k-martins]

I said I wouldn't post anything about Megumi (just like I said I'd avoid spoilers until my country's scan, but hey, I was there when Myamura posted things anyway lol), however, I had some thoughts on how I would handle it with all that shit when it was over and miraculously made it out alive. Imagine with me. Megumi, a teenager who never gets to celebrate her 16th birthday, has been thrown into an abyss of darkness for days. He watched his sister die from her own technique and then unwittingly got into a fight, taking almost all of the damage. Then he snaps out of it and has his powerful awakening. But then what? Megumi is seized by panic attacks, post-traumatic stress and many sequels in his brain due to the unlimited voids he suffered. He has blackouts, can't move his hands properly (consequently becoming unable to properly call his shikigami) and has some memory lapses. Imagine him one day asking Yuuji about Nobara and Yuuji just "Dude, she died four months ago" and all Megumi can do is gape as she tries to figure out what's going on. Imagine him freaking out about not being able to do things right because his stupid brain is still in a state of disarray, or worse, totally unable to remember simple things like how many cubes of sugar he puts in his ginger tea. To make matters worse, imagine him completely in tears afraid of forgetting everyone he loved (Tsumiki, Nobara, Nanami). Imagine the endless nights tormented by Sukuna in his mind, flashes of when his sister died, of all the misery he caused. Imagine our stoic Megumi Fushiguro being unable to summon his beloved shikigami because the last time that happened the person he loved most died. And, if we want to go further, imagine him pushing Yuuji and Gojo and anyone else who tries to help out because he doesn't want to be a burden on everyone. Megumi has never been the most sentimental, so creating a bubble of isolation seems like something he would do, but at the same time he is so kind and caring for everyone that he doesn't want to get in anyone's way. And, boy, is he only 16. . . . That's it. I was suffering and I wanted to share that pain with you. If Megumi stays alive, this life will be hell for him (as if it wasn't already, thanks GG.)

[bryngmemoney]

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🪡Chapter Thirty-three: Rehearsal

“These are actually really good,” Megumi said, digging his fork through another piece of the pancake. “Not too sweet?” you asked him.

“Not too sweet,” he confirmed.

“Are you excited for the show?” Megumi put a hand over his mouth, making sure not to completely swallow the food he had in his mouth before answering. “More nervous, but everything’s been going good at the past rehearsals, so hopefully this will go over well.”

“You’ll do great, you won’t mess up promise,” you smiled at him, returning your attention to your food.

“Hope so.”

“Looks good to you?” you asked Megumi as you helped adjust his hair a little more. “Yeah, looks better honestly.” You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Y/n can you help me out, the hair in the back doesn’t wanna stay,” Ino spoke up a few feet besides you two. “Hm? oh yeah sure.”

You stood up straight, moving over to help style his hair back. “Thanks, sorry didn’t wanna bother but I couldn’t get it.”

“Yeah don’t worry, I’m not the best either at this but we have help around too just in case.”

Just as you were finished adjusting Ino’s hair, Megumi spoke up “Y/n I just noticed this parts uneven.” You looked over, stepping back towards Megumi. “Which part?” you asked placing your hand on his shoulder.

He stared at the mirror for a second, before meeting your eyes in it. “Oh never mind, I think I was just looking at it wrong.”

“Y/n!”

You turned around to the calling of your name, seeing Inumaki spin Yuki around towards you. “Look Y/n your friend did a great job! I love it!” Yuki announced. “Wow, you do look great Yuki!”

“And they said it wasn’t the same thing,” Inumaki nodded his head towards another station where Maki and Nobara where currently working.

You saw Maki and a volunteer assistant happily working on Kirara, with Choso looking up in your guys direction, eyes on Yuki, and Yuta happily chatting away with them. Next to them you could see Nobara argueing with Sukuna trying to get something on his face but his hand kept swatting it away. A nervous looking Kamo slowly inching away from them.

“Alright, we can chill for a few, we’ve got 10 minutes before needing to be in the backstage.”

“Good luck,” you told Megumi. “It’s still just practice, save it for the actual show.” You both leaned against a wall in the backstage area, seeing everyone file in to get lined up in order.

“You know the project?” Megumi brought up.

“Photography?”

“Yeah,” Megumi smiled at you, “I got an A, said it was nice to see me try something different.”

“Different? In what way?” you questioned

“He said it was nice seeing a more personal touch from me.” You looked at him, giving him quick peck on the cheek. “Good, you deserved it, it was beautiful, well at least to me.”

“Get lined up you can have your moment later,” Maki said approaching you two, “We gotta start heading out,” she told you. You raised your hand slightly, “See you in a few then.” Megumi returned the gesture, “See you.”

Author’s Note: more megumi fluff :3

ok one more chapter and a little epilogue left after this one

also guys i’m prob gonna post a poll for the next smau to do cause i can’t decide btwn two 😭😭 so that’ll be up tomorrow too

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[thepersonperson]

Ok so i kinda binge read all of your blogs in your pinned post and GODDAMN the gojo ones BROKE me it's not like i already didn't have a fair clue about the entire Gojo's loneliness and cruel treatment that's inflicted on him but going onto it in such deatail...oh my god... it's 2am here and i'm literally sobbing

i'm someone who's always been a part of either twitter or IG fandom and most of the times its either people (dudebros especially) are always completely mischaracterising Gojo, making him some kind of god who they can project themselves onto or either its just thrist posts or satosugu, female fans do have an emotional knowledge and understanding to it and it's no surprise how male fans perceive him but now when I think about it it's just so sad and unfair like even in real world people DO NOT see him for who he truly is (they just see him as the 'strongest' or 'nah i'd win' iykwim) and always ignore his vulnerability and emotions aspects of his character that makes him HUMAN oh my god it's making me sick. We don't deserve Gojo Satoru.

He is such a well written character, truly one of the best and Gege knew what he was doing when he made him such a prince charming, undeniably beautiful man to ecer exist and I think that just makes people completely ignore the core of his character.

I'm sorry if it ended up being a yapping session (you don't have to reply at all!! we cool)

I just couldn't help myself, your blogs seriously changed my life. If I loved Gojo before now I love him even more and most importantly I accept him for who he is, all these powerscalling seriously takes away so much of his character but sadly there's nothing we can do about it.

And let's not even start on the whole homosexuality romance stuff, there was no hope to begin with given the rise of dudebros in recent times.

brb gonna go cry more...

I love it when people yap at me don't worry about it.

Ok Anon. The timing of this ask is crazy because in the post you mention there was an interesting convo going on in the replies. I want to include them in my response to you.

Replies on the post mentioned by the anon from @userdemerda and @creatorizuru below the cut.

Thank you for the compliments.

Tag me in whatever fic you create userdemerda. (I actually went from an anime-only to a manga reader because I wanted to better understand Gojo to write a Gojo/Jogo fic. Part of the reason I started my yapfests was to write a Sukuna/Gojo fic. So I totally understand the obsession.)

This all is the power of Umineko. It's difficult piece of media to get through, but it very much encourages accepting people as their whole self rather than just the bits you enjoy. I really wanted to see all the love Gege put into the characters to better understand them.

On STSG...

Though the dudebros are less homophobic than they usually are with JJK, there are still some that can't fully embrace the queerness a part of Gojo's character. It's really important to knowing how he works. So even if you don't like the ship, you still should acknowledge that Geto is someone Gojo deeply loved.

As much as I like those two together, I would have loved to see Gojo move on in a way where he can carry the loss of Geto more like a charm than a curse. Everyone loves a good tragic first love, but second loves that acknowledge loss are quite rare.

On Gojo's end...

Gojo is one of the most traumatized characters in the series. And since JJK has otherwise done a good job showcasing how people cope with trauma, I can't accept the ending's pacing and tone as someone who has recently started recovering from my own. It's a slog, non-linear, and it takes a lot of time.

When I want Gojo to come back it's because I'm so sick and tired of extremely traumatized characters getting killed off because creators don't know how to handle or even want to depict their recovery process. It really mirrors how people irl will just give up and leave you to rot.

Yuji and Megumi were having a pretty good long-term display of the recovery process right up until the end. One of the things about trauma is you can't ever go back to the way things were. You can try, but it's always just kind of there. It doesn't have to be a bad thing. Just a thing you accept. Sadly, JJK dropped the ball on that.

Especially with Sukuna. Acknowledging your trauma is the first step. You can't cast it aside and move onto the next life like that. I cannot vibe with one of the other most traumatized characters needing to die to get his recovery process started. He was in denial way more than Gojo. You can't just flip on a dime like that. I wish I could just flip on a dime like that.

And the last point from userdmerda:

"speaking as a person who lives with post-traumatic stress and has big problems healing from the past all i want is to move on and be mentally healthy and i wish so much that satoru could have had that"

That's why Gojo's death and the world moving on like he never existed feels really bad. I think it's because that's often how traumatized people like him get treated irl. You can see the negative response even in the Japanese fans. It's like your worst fears of no one ever really caring about you because your trauma makes you too difficult to be around being realized.

And I decided to discuss that more in depth in this sort of follow-up post. Hopefully you all get a kick out of it.

[uriekukistan]

Hope your day or night is going well!! ✨

Okay, top five Megumi lines/scenes?

ahhh thank you i hope yours is as well!! and thank you for the ask!!

im in the car rn so some of these i couldn’t track down the specific chapter/page bc i dont wanna use all my data :’)

1 - “i’m not like itadori, i have no problem earning 100 points for myself.” or something along that line

one of the things that fascinates me the most about megumi is the way he places value on lives, and this line is just so cool to me. he’d said before this that he saves people unequally, but this shows just how far that goes. he’ll kill anywhere from 20-100 random people so tsumiki and itadori, the two people he cares about and thinks are worth saving more than anyone else, don’t have to get their hands dirty, and their lives hold more value to him than others. it’s also so interesting to me because of the way megumi doesn’t consider himself a good person like tsumiki or itadori, and therefore doesn’t really see himself as worth saving, so it’s just a necessary burden he has to carry as the “bad” person for those two. also add that in w this line, and im on the floor

2 - his battle vs sukuna at the detention facility/“i’m not a hero, i’m a jujutsu sorcerer”

another moment where we get an insight into his ideas on good/bad people and who deserves saving, can you tell i love this aspect of his character? i mean, he’s about to sacrifice himself for itadori to live (hopefully), even though he literally met the guy two weeks ago, because he thinks he’s a good person who deserves saving. it’s the first insight we get into megumi’s thought process, and this was really the moment that made me start paying attention to him more. i also love how he kept a softer expression on his face and didn’t cry until after itadori died, like he didnt want itadori to feel sad or guilty in his final moments im SICK also the fact that he took the name-tag to that guys mom even though he didnt have an interest in saving him, like he was paying a respect to itadori….ugh…anyway yeah i love dissecting the way he values life.

3 - “so start by saving me, itadori”

see as an itafushist of course this had to make the list like this whole chapter has me on the floor but anyway aside from that, i love thinking about this scene because the words he’s saying seem so contrary to how he thinks? like he’s asking to be saved but he doesn’t think he’s worth saving? so it needs an extra layer of consideration. i feel like he really said this more to motivate yuuji (and save tsumiki) than actually wanting to be saved himself. plus the “it’s our fault, don’t be selfish and give up all alone” aaahhahahsj i just love this moment i feel like it shows his character very well….when the idgafer actually very much gaf….

4 - his first domain expansion

hellooo this was so sick and cool and badass of him like i dont think there’s anything i need to say for this. huge character development moment for him too. add this with the simple domain he had in dagon’s domain + the part in the culling games arc where he literally hides himself in the shadows……he’s crazy powerful and i dont wanna hear anything abt it! if u were traumatized like that you’d be curled up on the floor too

5 - “if you die, i’ll kill you” both times

again as an itafushist i couldnt not include this….of course there’s implications for megumi’s character as well but i feel like there’s only so much i can talk about his moral code in one post yk? but yeah i think it just shows how much the people he cares about matter to him

also bonus i love just any culling games megumi, his determination to save tsumiki and make it so itadori doesnt have to kill anyone makes him grow so much as a character and as a sorcerer, i love it sm

thank u for the ask! any excuse to yap about megumi 🤞

[zeninsama-moved]

go on 🕺

okay 🕺

so father figure toji... something i think about often is toji being a regular at the bar you work at. he's quiet, only comes in for a couple of beers, maybe a whiskey if it's been a long day, watches the game, pays cash and leaves. you manage to annoy him into being acquaintances, then maybe what can loosely be considered friends.

you're a college student in your early twenties, but he considers anyone younger than him to be basically his kid's age (megumi was little when he last saw him, how much time has passed?) you're always excited to see him, even when it's busy and you're being pulled in every direction at once. like a puppy, he can't help but think. you remember what beer he drinks, always the same thing, some japanese beer because he doesn't stray too far from home.

though a man like him wouldn't admit it, he's gone soft for you. always calls you kid and keeps an eye on you while you work, when it's a busy night and some boys at the end of the bar talk you into doing shots with them. making sure they don't get too comfortable when you start losing your wits.

it would be cheaper for him to drink beers at home, but it's not about the money. he comes to see your face light up when you notice him arrive, dropping whatever you're doing to pour his drink of choice and spend a little too much time bent over the bar to catch up with him, even though you just saw him two days ago.

but what inspired that post... maybe you have a boyfriend, some lowlife that doesn't deserve you (not that toji thinks of himself any higher, he's the last person to deserve someone like you). it breaks his heart to see you like this, sniffling and squashing your tears in an attempt to keep it together when you explain to him how you were dumped. it just makes you spiral, you know? when you think you've found the person you're going to spend the rest of your life with and life pulls the rug from underneath you like that.

toji knows a thing or two about that.

he'd give you some good advice, something short and simple – you're still young, you don't need to have it figured out by now. be easier on yourself, kid, hate seein' you cry like this – and he reaches out to wipe the tear off your cheek, but his hand lingers.

he's cradling your face in his palm and it changes something in him seeing you like this. your sweet and sad eyes, lips pouted out, looking at him like you need his guidance. like you depend on him.

[ao3feed-itafushi]

hold me console me

by stellamoony "Tears were spilling from his eyes now, like they had that day. His breaths were now becoming small, choked gasps, struggling for air against his constricted lungs. His entire body began to shake violently, panic completely taking over. He thinks he might’ve called out Yuuji’s name a few times, desperate to somehow release him from Sukuna’s grasp. He found himself on the floor somehow, curled up and crying, calling out to any God he could to ask what the hell he did to deserve this." *** When a Halloween Haunted House triggers unwanted memories for Megumi, he descends into a panic. Luckily, his best friend (and crush) is there to help him through it. Words: 8167, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji, Kugisaki Nobara, Zenin Maki, Gojo Satoru Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Kugisaki Nobara/Zenin Maki Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Fushiguro Megumi Needs a Hug, Fushiguro Megumi is Bad at Feelings, Itadori Yuuji is a Ray of Sunshine, Oblivious Itadori Yuuji, Fluff, Angst, Gojo Satoru Acting as Fushiguro Megumi's Parental Figure, Sad Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Megumi Has Abandonment Issues, Daddy Issues, Fushiguro Megumi is Whipped, Fushiguro Megumi-centric, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Nightmares, Literal Sleeping Together, Feelings Realization, Getting Together, Established Kugisaki Nobara/Zenin Maki, implied past satosugu, Kugisaki Nobara is a Little Shit, Halloween, Haunted Houses, The Shibuya Incident Never Happened (Jujutsu Kaisen), Post-Death Painting Arc (Jujutsu Kaisen), Soft Fushiguro Megumi, Soft Itadori Yuuji, Trust Issues, this started off as a super fluffy/crack fic then somehow got super serious and angsty?, idk man, One Shot from AO3 works tagged 'Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji' https://ift.tt/ioL40x8

[burningcheese-merchant]

Would like to share an opinion on the end of Jujutsu Kaisen

Spoilers for chapter 271 under the cut (also this is turning out to be a really long, rambling post, sorry in advance)

I'm kind of disappointed they didn't show Gojo's funeral. Not just because he was one of my favorite characters and I think that's the least he deserved, but in service of a narrative choice that I personally would have made if I was Gege.

Gojo has always been about tearing down the old world and replacing it with something new and better. Even in the flashback Yuji has to the conversation they had together (the one he has during the mission to take down that curse user terrorizing that lady), Gojo insists that others simply keep pushing forward after he's gone. Don't worry about him, he's not important. You don't even have to remember his name. Just keep going and be better than he was. He was up in the faces of jujutsu brass for so much of his life, stating his ideas with confidence bordering on arrogance, knowing that there was NOTHING anyone could do to make him shut up because he was basically a walking, talking atom bomb.

With this in mind, I would have personally dedicated a scene to Gojo's funeral with Yuji and the gang attending. Just Yuji, Nobara, Megumi and Yuta (I know Shoko would probably want to be there, but I'm leaving it at these four specifically for the purposes of my idea here). This can be used to convey two things:

A direct contrast/mirror between this and Yuji's grandfather's funeral at the very beginning of the series. Yuji's grandfather was a bitter, lonely man. The only person who cared when he died and who attended his funeral was Yuji himself. Before his passing, he insisted that Yuji live differently than he had; to not be bitter like he was, to let people into his life. To be happy. Maybe have Yuji think back on this while he's performing Gojo's funeral rites (passing around the bones with their chopsticks) with his friends: is he really happy now? Did he manage to carry out his grandpa's last wish? Has he found people who make him happy? Has he been of service to others? Has he lived a good life so far? Perhaps he isn't able to fully answer these questions yet, but as he goes through with the funeral rite - as he sits beside his dear friends, these people who he's had so much fun but also suffered so much with, mourning their shared mentor/father figure whom they all very much cared for regardless of appearances - he can, perhaps, at least be able to say that he's found some measure of happiness, even after everything he's endured. All the people he's lost. All the destruction he's witnessed. All the bones he's broken, all the blood he's spilled. Funerals are sad. The fact that it's Gojo's is sadder. But being there, being able to mourn and remember and lay him to rest, alongside others who he's come to love and cherish and who do so to him in return, to not be all alone at the end... Yes, Yuji can probably say that he did what his grandpa asked him to. (And also, find some comfort in knowing that, unlike his grandpa, Gojo had people who loved him enough to want to send him off.)

The representation of this "old vs new" dichotomy, and Gojo's insistance on championing the latter. This is why I didn't add Shoko to the list of attendees, as much as it would make sense for her to be there. These four are young. Hardly even out of high school. That's as "new world" as you can get. Together, they represent change. So many sorcerers are dead now, including a huge portion of jujutsu leadership, including their school's leadership, including Gojo, who was basically a god in the jujutsu world. With all of them gone, who will take their place? It has to be the young people, the ones who are left. It can be these four specifically, because they're all kids Gojo himself took a chance on. Gojo saw something great in these kids, he took them under his wing, he sheltered them from jujutsu leadership's wrath, he even outright saved Yuji from execution. I think he wanted these four to be the ones to rise up and make those big changes that Gojo wished to see in jujutsu society. An outcast in normal society (Nobara), an outcast from his family (Megumi), young men burdened with great power at an even greater cost, which makes them feared and hated (Yuji and Yuta). Gojo taking over would've just been seen as a regular power play in history. These young people pushing back against those who persecuted them and making a real difference in the world, thus proving them wrong, would be so much more impactful. It's gotta be these four, gathered around Gojo's remains, passing his bones around and into his urn, because there aren't any others who symbolize Gojo's dream of change and improvement more than they do.

Idk if any of this makes sense at all. It's just something that's been sitting in my mind since I read through the chapter. I have other issues with it (and the series as a whole honestly), but that's for another post if anyone would care to hear them.

[phantomwitch16]

The last couple of days, I’ve been contemplating the eventual end of Jujutsu Kaisen. With it being much closer than ever, my mind went into many different directions and this post is to essentially discuss them. Especially now that the anime is tackling the Shibuya Arc and we’re about to feel a…pain soon. Warning for anime and manga spoilers ahead.

For a while, with how there’s were heading, I initially thought that the series was going to have a very melancholic end. Like to the point where the Sorcerers win but at a very severe cost. With Gojo, Megumi, Nobara and many other significant characters in the series being dead, I wouldn’t be hard to assume that Yuji would be left, essentially all alone. After everything becoming a changed man only really achieving his goal many years into the future.

Though my stance may have changed significantly since, with it being possible for the three coming back before the end of the series. With Gojo going through a possible able to bring himself back to life and second awakening similar to his one with Toji, the death of Nobara not being 100% confirmed and there still being room for Yuji to possibly save Megumi from Sukuna’s possession. Likely at the expense of Yuji’s life, making use of what Megumi said in the beginning of the series.

Though these are equally as sad, I somehow came up with possibly the most unrealistic scenario but I’m gonna write about it anyway. Given that Yuji’s mother, before she died and her body was taken over by Kenjaku, is that she was a Jujutsu sorcerer when had a technique called anti-gravity. Given the name, its possible that it’s possible that given the amount of determination, its possible that a character could manipulate time. With how things are, it wouldn’t be so uncharacteristic for Yuji wanting to do anything to stop Kenjaku and Sukuna and suddenly developing the technique. Even if it meant his own existence.

With his new technique, he pretty much changes the course of history for…everyone. First, Yuji went to the past to deal with Kenjaku, dealing with him before he has a chance to construct his plan of merging humanity with cursed energy. With his creator now dead and defeated before he had a chance to create him, Yuji goes on to make his friends lives a little easier.

His parents, his father and what would’ve been his mother having a normal life, or about ass normal of a life as they can. Yuji does something that helps Megumi’s mother , meaning Toji doesn’t abandon Megumi and the three live on to a relatively normal life. With Toji being out of the picture during Gojo and Geto’s mission, then Rika’s mission would’ve been a success and Geto and Gojo being untraumatised by the mission. Though it’s possible that Gojo would have his awakening at some point, it would’ve come some time later. Geto doesn’t have a depressive breakdown but gets close to murderous when he and Gojo do to that village and finds Mimiko and Nanako. Geto adopts the two girls, raising them alongside Gojo and Shoko who help them with their cursed techniques. Haibara survived his mission with Nanami and is alive in the present day. The second years their best lives altogether with Mai and Maki being very close.

Megumi, Nobara and even Junpei attend Jujutsu Tech alongside Nanako and Mimiko with Gojo as their teacher. None of them really take him seriously but they respect him as the strongest. Nobara meets Saori while shopping after someone (Yuji) rudely bumped into her and she keeps close contact with her. Their time as students are relatively peaceful by Jujutsu sorcerer standards and everyone is happy. And that’s all Yuji wants for them.

Meanwhile, Yuji is spends what little time he has on his own, reminiscing about his life and even watched his old friends have the happy lives that they deserve. His life with his grandfather, his time during his non sorcerer life before he ate Sukuna’s fingers and was thrusted into it. The happy times he had with his friends and people around him before Shibuya. Before the Culling Games. Thinking about the past as he wanders around before he boards a train, to where his resting place will be.

Though, despite all his efforts, his technique wasn’t all that perfect. Despite the happy lives everyone lives, everyone, particularly Megumi, Nobara and especially Gojo knows that something is wrong. None of this is right. They remember things that didn’t happen. Geto starting a murderous cult, Haibara’s death, Megumi’s memories of him and Tsumiki before Gojo took them in.

Sometimes…sometimes they see a boy with pink hair wearing their uniform or a hoodie with a big smile on their. Calling them by their names. Seeing him die. Popping out of box after said death.

They’ve seen him walking past them. HIs gaze following them. The sad smile he has before he goes on his way, as if he knows them.

But no matter how much they try, they can’t remember his name.

When they do, its almost too late.

They all just barely make it to the beach where Yuji is there, all alone. Megumi and Nobara run over at him, yelling and even hitting him for doing so many stupid things. Meanwhile Gojo is standing back waiting for the pair to lash it all out before he quickly joins them, praising Yuji for defeating Kenjaku. He laughs and smiles at them before seeing Nobara and Megumi crying. Despite somewhat expecting this end, he can’t end but cry as well. With doing everything that he could to make them have happy lives, he kind of became resigned to have the same fate as his grandfather. Dying alone with his loved ones unable to remember him. They three are there for his final moment before he slowly dies, a big smile on his face. Receiving a proper death surrounded by his friends and teacher.

I know I’m probably wrong about this but i made myself cry for like an hour thinking about this and again when i was putting it to words :,) Least i hope someone out there thinks the same way as me.

[stressforu]

slipping through my fingers all the time

ask: can i please ask a fic about megumi experiences with you and satoru? —🪼

platonic relationship except for gojo x fem!reader, crying, slight angst

a/n: my apologies ! I accidentally posted the fic without editing it. | home |

❛ 2007 ❜

the first time you saw Megumi, he looked cold his eyes were dull, but there was a tint of shimmer in his eyes when you looked at him. his hair was spiky, and his eyes were raven. he was a kid who lacked the love of his parents.

he was carried by Satoru, it was funny the kid was resisting. you took him with happy arms, Satoru explained that the kid was supposed to end up in the Zenin clan, and you took him knowing the pain and torture of being in the Zenin Clan.

unlike Megumi, Tsumiki was helpful with the chores, and in the kitchen. It took a while to persuade her to just play with her toys, you could handle it. it was kinda sad, that Tsumiki had to suffer the burden of taking care of Megumi every day despite the lack of food and clothing they had.

"I swear to god, SATORUU STOP BUYING NEW CLOTHES EVERY DAY!" you shouted at him, seeing the numerous clothing brands that sat beside him on the couch. on his right was Megumi, eating a popsicle with a snarl to sit beside Satoru.

"They need more clothes, baby, and they deserve it right, Megumi?" Gojo replied as he pushed up his falling glasses from his nose bridge. poking Megumi's chubby cheeks.

"Pull off, you're annoying me," Megumi said, he stood up from the couch and left Gojo with his mouth open wide and a shocked expression plastered on his face. he moved to Tsumiki who just chuckled, quite enjoying the scenario.

" HEY! ARE ALL KIDS LIKE THIS? "

" says a guy who acts like a kid. "

❛ 2011 ❜

Megumi officially turned 10, and his birthday was supposed to be 'not so stressful' but the problem was, Megumi wanted it homemade. okay, you deserve it because you kept on bugging him to ask for a wish since he was 6 but he always disregarded wishes. So to stop you from babbling, he asked for homemade cake.

It was supposed to be easy but there had to be someone who had to ruin the plan you made up, it was Satoru Gojo. oh, how you want to gouge his eyes out whenever he dips a finger in the batter.

" 'toru, stop dipping your fingers, please." you sigh, exasperatedly. you were a mess, a literal mess. you had flour on your cheeks, your hands were reddish from the intense mixing, and your clothes were smudged with cocoa powder.

" can't help it, angel. i just love your food " satoru coos, moving close to you and wrapping his arms snakily around your waist. he kissed your nape simultaneously.

" 'gumi's coming home any minute, 'toru, and I haven't baked it yet. " you kicked out satoru from your kitchen and went to put the batter into the pan.

"unfair, hmpf!" satoru pouted, marching away from the kitchen, and just pouting from the couch.

"tsumi', baby can you please set the table up? I'd appreciate it." You looked at Tsumiki, she was playing with her dolls. An obedient girl she is, she nodded smiling at the idea that she was helping.

time flew by, and Megumi's back from school. wearing that blank face he always wears every day. taking off his shoes before he went to the door, and while putting them on the shoe rack, it was deafeningly silent. No banter between you and satoru, and no echoes of Tsumiki talking to her dolls thinking the dolls are alive.

this was new, he went to Tsumiki's bedroom which was just beside his room, no Tsumiki. He went to the master's bedroom where you usually sleep, nothing, and lastly, he hoped Satoru was there. It was new, he was wishing Satoru was home. Nope, nada.

Tears formed in Megumi's eyes, a little kid who cowered in fear thinking that all of you were gone and abandoned him. And before his tears fell, he heard a quaint 'clack' of a lighter. There was everyone, with party hats on top, and you, Satoru, and, Tsumiki were singing happy birthday.

" don't do that again ! " he sniffled, running up to hug everyone.

❛ 2016 ❜

puberty hit Megumi like a train if you think young Megumi is too sassy, meet teen Megumi. An older version who's more sassy, more moody, and shoots a glare or two to everyone. Though, he's somehow still the same, only a fraction of young Megumi stayed.

As Megumi ages, you fear he is gonna experience the harsh reality of humans who see curses. Satoru was training with him every day, he fought with him every day in hand-in-hand combat at least 3 times a day. Satoru fears that Megumi would be too naive about basic combats.

It's a quiet evening, you sit on your vanity chair applying your daily skincare, and Satoru is behind you with a toothbrush in hand.

" you think 'gumi would be okay within Jujutsu High's school grounds? " You ask, you're worried time flew by fast that after 2 years he would be staying full time in Jujutsu High.

You'll miss his presence, as a person who took care of Megumi since he was in 1st grade, you can't seem to accept that the boy who once snuck out of his room to cuddle up with you because of a nightmare was now a high school student.

" Pretty, I understand your worries, but we can't just keep him locked off of his abilities, he needs the school. I can look out for him, you know. There's nothing to be worried about, babe."

" I know, I know but— I'm worried, what if, what if he gets into dangerous missions with a special curse, or—... or—" Your mind went blank, you hadn't even noticed a tear staining the mask you had on your face.

Satoru quickly hugged you, kneeling on one knee and reassuring you he'd only agree with Megumi on missions that he could handle. You cried on Satoru's shoulders.

Unbeknownst to you, Megumi heard everything. He has been listened to ever since the word 'Jujutsu High' was mentioned, he bit his lip. He never felt a mother's love ever since he grew a conscience.

He made a promise. He swore to never ever make you cry and he would always train hard.

❛ 2018 — SEASON I TIMELINE ❜

Life was turning downhill, Tsumiki was in a coma, and you were alone. Rotting your life away on your couch. The only thing you look forward to was Megumi coming home every weekend.

Well, you felt lonely, and you were happy because Satoru was home every night except, he would have occasional business trips which made you sad. You read an article about the joys of motherhood, and even though Megumi and Tsumiki aren't your biological children, you helped rear their lives.

Today was the day you were looking for, It was Saturday, and Megumi was home till tomorrow. You cooked up Megumi's favorite dishes and changed his quilts into a jet-black color, which made you question why Megumi liked the color that looked like all the colors were sucked out.

Megumi was home, he sighed as he stepped inside. He missed the smell of home, It was like all the stress was building up and disappeared when you hugged him. Megumi never says this to anyone, but you felt like a mother to him. He cherished every moment he had with you.

" 'gumi, I miss you... " You laughed, did he just grow 2 centimeters this week? "It's only been a week." He nonchalantly replied, trying to hide his soft side in a facade.

"how's jujutsu tech? Anything new?" You asked, sitting him down on your couch. He told all about his days the past few weeks. He shared stories about the new first years, and how he beats some curses effortlessly.

It was heartwarming, to hear what had happened. It made you look back on Megumi's younger years when he often talks crap about everybody in his school and now he's friends with two unique students.

(damn, you raised him so well)

[radiodread]

1: I wrote a "controversial" topic in a multi-chaptered story this year, and for the most part it was well-received and I liked exploring it. But it also garnered a lot of negative attention and has made me less stubborn about always allowing comments from both anonymous people and logged-in users. From now on I will turn off anonymous commenting every now and then if I feel like it.

2: 22 or 23 fics? I think? 4 unpublished/fics that are still WIPs.

3: Can't think of anything that pertains to myself as a writer specifically... skipping this one.

4: Jujutsu Kaisen & Boku no Hero Academia. Pretty equally, I think.

5: See above, plus Given, Zelda (BotW & TotK), KinnPorsche, and NANA.

6: ItaFushi, TodoDeku, Kass/Link (YES).

7: It's always the 'brooding' ones. Megumi (JJK), Shouto (BNHA), Nana Osaki... 😌

8: Yes, I wrote a fic for KinnPorsche (VegasPete)! That was fun.

9: Honestly, the one that meant the most to me was probably the most 'controversial' fic I posted this year. It delved into some topics I've never written about before, it hit kinda close to home at some point. It was very interesting to write.

10: "always you" (Kass/Link) was a delight all the way through to write.

11: For me it's always the longest fics that are the most satisfying to finish because they took so much time and effort. So answering with the same fic as I did in #9.

12: God, I'm boring. Same answer as above, and yes I finished it. While it was interesting and a fun challenge to write, it was challenging at times because I had to imagine characters and their reactions, ways of thinking, and reasoning in situations they haven't even been close to in canon.

13: The easiest fic to write was one that I started and finished yesterday. In a single sitting, like, two sprints, 20 mins each. It hasn't been published yet but sits prettily in my drafts and awaits publishing on January 11th. Hint hint.

14: Shortest is the one I just finished. Longest was "it takes three" (linked in #9) at 53k words.

15: I'll recommend "double trouble"; it was fun to write, I loved the comic it was heavily inspired by, and the pairing is cute.

16: It always depends on the mood I'm writing. I like "Like Spinning Plates" by Radiohead for angstier scenes, I like "Doukyuusei" by Yuuki Ozaki & Koutarou Oshio for fluffier stuff, and I always bawl at "Sakuyume" by King Gnu when writing sad stuff.

17: Usually a fruit or maybe popcorn if I have that around.

18: All of them??? Half-jokes aside, "chasing feathers" was one I remember struggling with for a good while when it came to coming up with the title.

19: "The golden glow of the evening sun illuminates the living room where Izuku has decided that he and Shouto dance." [from here.]

20: "He exchanges a glance with his partner, and Link’s heart sings at the sight of those gorgeous amber eyes looking back at him with the love and adoration that only someone like Kass could express with a single look." (from here.)

21: “It’s your turn,” he hisses. “Go talk to him.”

“What am I gonna say?!”

“I don’t know! Tell him you like his shirt. Or his socks.”

[...]

“Here’s a hot tip,” Katsuki says. “Try actually telling Deku you like him instead of just staring at him like two fuckin’ creeps.”

“We are talking to him, though.”

“Yeah? About his lame fucking socks. How’s that working out for ya?”

22: “We’re all fine now. We’re… we have a good relationship.”

“And I’m so glad you do,” Rei replies. “If you’ll allow me to, I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. To be the mother you deserve.”

Shouto hugs his mother close again, shaking his head once more. “You already are. You always were.”

(I'm a sucker for Shouto & Rei bonding 😭)

23: It might sound a little weird, but I ended up with a “Why?” in response to "I slept with someone else." It was so hard to imagine what person B would say and how he'd react to his partner admitting to infidelity. And it took me a long time and many paces around the apartment until I landed on a shocked, short "Why?"

24: ... nothing I can think of in particular.

25: I use Microsoft Word (yeah I pay for it like a fool but I think it's worth it) for the actual writing, and then I use the notes app on my phone when I'm not at my laptop to write down ideas, as well as a .txt-file I have labelled "ideas" where I write stuff down. I also tend to use a Notepad-doc for writing down sidenotes and stuff for a WIP.

26: Again, finishing my longest fic this year was probably the most satisfying moment. It was a tough one to write, too, so maybe that lent to it.

27: I probably did a little sitting dance?

28: I play video games, watch streams/YT vids, listen to music, that sorta stuff.

29: I would thank the people in one of my Discord servers; most of them tend to participate in writing sprints every now and then, and we also ask for and give each other advice on WIPs. I wouldn't have had nearly as much writing motivation as I've had if it weren't for them. ❤️

30: In 2024 I finally wanna kick off that apocalypse fic I've had on the backburner for MAYBE two years now. I just haven't gotten around to it because it's a little daunting. But maybe next year.

fic writer asks

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

How many fics did you work on this year? (They don’t have to be finished or published!)

What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?

What piece of media inspired you the most?

What fandom(s) did you write for this year?

What ship(s) captured your heart?

What character(s) captured your heart?

Did you write for a new fandom or ship this year?

What fic meant the most to you to write?

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it?

What fic was the easiest to write?

What were your shortest and longest fics this year?

Rec a fic you wrote or posted in 2023

What were you go-to writing songs?

What were your go-to writing snacks?

What was the hardest fic to title?

Share your favorite opening line

Share your favorite ending line

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

Share an excerpt from your favorite scene

Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

What did you use to write? (e.g. writing programs, paper & pen, etc.)

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

How did you recharge between fics?

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

[shokosmokes]

requests open you say?? MEGUMI YOU SAY!?!?!

lol but srsly im so excited!!

what about... he's on a mission and loses that bracelet that you made him and he's so upset and like tries to avoid mentioning it and gets so worked up but really its fine cause you made him several knowing it might get lost on missions💕

hope you're doing well!!

omg i <3 u this is so adorable

sorry this was posted so late agh

based on this set of boyfriend megumi head canons

megumi absolutely adores the beaded bracelet you made him with your name etched on the beads paired with his favorite colors

a bit back, the two of got together for a picnic date in the park and you brought beads to make matching bracelets for the both of you

his wrist adorned with your name and your wrist adorned with his

and he always keeps it on him and never takes it off

especially when he goes off for missions

always frantically checking to see if it’s still on him

once in a heated fight he was frantically searching his wrist to check if it was still there causing him to get distracted and take another fatal blow practically knocking him off his feet

it’s so important to him because it’s your name and you’re the one who made it for him and whenever he sees it, it reminds him of how cute and excited you were, skipping over to him with your box of beads and the brightest smile on your face that just makes him melt

he’s so attached to the thing, whenever he’s anxious in public, he fiddles with the beads and it instantly calms him

after one especially rough mission he’s so drained on the way home he barely has the strength to get ready for bed so he just plops himself on his bed and let’s his muscles relax into the cold sheets

his fingers trails to his wrist out of muscle memory to play with the beads strung around his wrist

but his fingers keeps trailing up and up his forearm and

oh fuck

fuck fuck fuck no no no no

his phone, his keys, anything but that why’d he have to lose that

his stomach sinks

he can already see the disappointed look in your eyes and he hates this, he can’t tell you

when you meet up with him a few days later he feels like shit

and right now his mind is spiraling because he knows how good you are at reading him there’s no way he can hide it for too long

“what’s wrong gumi”

there it is

“ah are you still tired from your mission? must’ve been rough are you doing alright?” and his heart clenches at the way you so cutely tilt your head to the side while examining him and he feels so guilty his stomachs in knots

“im fine” he deadpans

he doesn’t mean to be cold it’s just his throat feels so tight with nerves he could hardly muster much

“you don’t have to talk about it if you’re not comfortable” you give him a soft reassuring smile

“thought you might not be feelin so great, so i stopped by your favorite bakery on the way over and got you a few things”

you’re so sweet and loving he really doesn’t deserve someone so special like you, he thinks

you grab his hand to place the baggie in his hand and he feels your eyes locking on his wrist and

“hey gumi, where’s your bracelet?”

his heart stops

were his palms this sweaty the entire time?

“i…” and he’s so choked up he doesn’t even know how to let you down

even though he’s replayed this moment in his mind ever since the moment he realized he lost the thing, he still doesn’t think he can handle seeing the inevitable sad look on your pretty face

“…lost it… on the mission… im so so sorry [y/n], it really was so important to me i don’t how i could be so stupid and-“

he feels you slip something up his wrist

what???

“i know you’re always working really hard and i figured you would’ve lost it on a mission at some point, so i made you spares just in case” you giggle

he looks down at his wrist at it’s a beaded bracelet with letter beads strung together that spell out your name - this time paired with little heart beads next to the first at last letters of your name

and the weight that’s been haunting him for days dissolves

and he lets out a proper laugh from his chest

“i love you so much [y/n] y’know that?”

“yea i know”

and with that he’s pulling you in for the tightest hug and pecking every inch of your face with kisses till you’re giggling and out of breath

[6okuto]

delivery for. . .@ray-lol and itadori ! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა thank u for the req omg i love him :(

celebrating 1k of you :D

you're always the first person he says hi to when he walks into a room. whether it's opening the door and going "oh you're here, hi babe!" or not paying attention at first and saying "hey guys wh—hi babe! what are we doing for dinner later?"

anytime something good happens, he'll rush over, give you a double high-five, and hug you and everyone just has to accept that reality. depending on how comfortable you are with it he'll also kiss you, but he can and will just jump around and spin with you if you want

when you're sleeping he's either splayed out across the bed with your head on his chest, or you're spooning each other (let him be the little spoon. Let Him.)

will always sit near you if given the opportunity. he'll lay in between your legs if need be. it isn't like he doesn't love doing that anyway

^ loves when you play with his hair while he does it,, or really any time. you're sitting together on the train? play with his hair as he rests on your shoulder/lap. you're watching something? you're good at multitasking, aren't you?? play with his hair. you're cuddling bed? he's going to ask you to play with his hair,,

yuji gets everyone to help surprise you for your birthday. by everyone i mean everyone. megumi, nobara, maki, toge, panda, gojo, nanami (, yuta..) this doesn't necessarily mean a big party if he knows you wouldn't like that, but they're At least taking part in distracting you / giving you gifts to throw you off his scent while he prepares something himself

your social media presence is so closely tied to his. anytime you post, he's responding to whatever the caption/post was. you post a selfie and he's in the comments going "YEAH!!! YUOL OOK SO GOOD!!!!" "is that my hoodie in the back btw i was looking for it" "seriously tho these are so good babe wtf" "i'm coming over do u want anything"

so so happy and proud to say he's dating you. he's grinning whenever he introduces you to someone, and there's a faint smile on his lips while he mentions how "this reminds me of a date i went on a while ago—" no one can get mad at him because it's so endearing and He Deserves To Be Happy.

if you're ever feeling sad, itadori is one of the best people you can go to. he'll do whatever you need whether it be listening to you vent, offer advice/reassurance, distract you to make you laugh. if you asked him to put on a one man karaoke performance he Would—he'd even put on an outfit and pretend like it's a concert if you wanted him to.

yuji will try any of your hobbies and it doesn't matter how good or bad he is (at first). he'll try to draw the same reference photo as you, Try to help you make macarons, play any sport, try to crochet a hat for you to wear, play your favourite video game by himself so he can surprise you later,, he just wants you to know he pays attention and loves doing things with you!!

loves going on fun dates out and trying new things. an escape room, the arcade, the movies, the beach, trying to bake without a recipe,, he wants to do it all with you!! anytime you're taking a break, yuji snaps a quick photo to add to his album so he has at least one from each date

^ he has to be careful in arcades now after he used one of those punching machines and basically broke it. you can't blame him—he just wanted to impress you and get that big plushie on the top shelf

[tempenensis]

I personally don't like to go to the cinema and usually prefer to wait for DVD release even though it takes like, months. For me who comes from a rural area, it's just too damn loud. BUT I finally watched the jjk 0 movie today! Now I understand the hype. It's really making me miss the TV anime.

- The way Hanazawa Kana swings from Rika the little girl to the cursed spirit is amazingly scary. She's really impressive!

- Megumi Ogata deserves that award of best female seiyuu this year. She really does a great job in this movie and I can't wait to see her finally appear as Okkotsu in the TV series when we get season 3 lmao. Somehow I can still hear Shinji haha

- The pace of the movie is just perfect. The transition from heavy scene to humorous then sad, and then the music. MAPPA team really did a great job!

- It's not really clear but Miguel is speaking slightly with what Japanese calls 'foreigner accent' lmao. It's kinda hilarious

- I'm sorry to Getou fans but when Getou speak all I can hear is Sakurai and not the character. And for me Sakurai is FGO's Merlin lmao. I know they are nothing alike but in my mind I dub him 'evil Merlin' lol

- I often say Gojou just give me secondhand embarrassment, but this movie reminds me that even if he's unorthodox, he's a good and proper teacher who cares deeply for his students.

- The cinema where I went showed the movie with two subs; English and Indonesian. The English translation is pretty good, but the Indonesian one has some hit-and-miss.

- Post-credit scene: The way Miguel is very proud of Royco lmao. Royco is also pretty much a household brand here

- AND OF COURSE NAANAAMIIIIIINNNNN ADSGADAJFKHGADHAKDJLADKLA"K:"DK:A:D. I miss him so much oh my god

[apyrisol]

JJK VOLUME 3

aka taking the "juno you can't just take a picture every time junpei appears" challenge

for some reason i really struggled to take good pics this time around

because what would he have even said if megumi said he liked men. like genuinely, what's his criteria for not-boring gay guys? his criteria for het guys is seemingly just "doesn't hesitate to say they like conventionally attractive women", would it be the same for men? "i like hot guys with big muscles" is that what you need to say to win him over here as a gay guy? it's funny 2 think abt

the moment nobara develops a crush <3 fr though maki is such a good character, i love that she's so spite driven because she damn knows she's a worthy adversary and she can do anything she wants if she puts her head to it. i love her a ton

BEFORE I SAY ANYTHING ELSE!!! im sorry if this is at all confusing to anyone reading but i will be referring to yoshino junpei as she/with feminine terms. im not going to apologize if that makes anyone uncomfortable but i understand if it's confusing since she is canonically a guy. this is for my own comfort and nobody elses, i view her as a trans girl and that's something that makes me really happy to indulge in by talking/thinking about so im going do that here. my blog my post my funny transgender blorbo.

that being said OH MAI GAAAA BABY'S FIRST APPEARED HI HONEY

miwa is so silly 2 me, i love her soso much. i love so many of the jjk girlies (not you meimei) they're all so fun and relatively well written (notyou mei) i enjoy them. miwa is such a dork it hurts my heart to see how fucked up and sad the whole mechamaru thing makes her :(

real big fan of this page no im not being biased bc it has my daughter in it. junpei is nawt freaking out nearly as much as she should be #tbh girl do not follow that freak he's bad news....

ohhj imso ill about nanami and yuji. not super ill actually but nanami is like my brother in law so im a little ill about him. the way their relationship develops is so!!! augh! nanamis opinion of yuji being clouded by him being sukunas vessel at the start and him treating him coldly makes me so. lawd. like logically nanami knows this is just some kid who got roped into this mess without fully knowing what was coming, but he also knows he's a massive potential threat and he isn't sure how to treat these conflicting facts so he deals with it by trying to put distance between yuji and himself, to monitor things before deciding how he wants to feel about itadori yuji.

auuuugh nanami. nanami i am gripping you. all these traumatized ass adults doing their best to lead these to-be-traumatized kids in a way that'll hurt them less than they were hurt their first go around.

took these pics for my brother ngl, nanami's like his wife (hence the brother-in-law comment) so i had to. someone get this man a job in a bakery, i think he'd be happier that way. it's still work but it's not jujutsu and it's not office work, plus it's providing something that'd make people's days better.

JUNPEI GET BEHIND ME GIRL!!!! mahitos manipulation of her makes me so fucking maddd bro she's already struggling mentally, being fucked with like this is nawt smth she deserves i swear. he's just fucking toying with her like a damn cat and mouse, i need to be allowed to jump through the page and strangle this patchwork bitch myself. she deserves validation from someone who actually wants her to be better, to be comfortable in herself, someone who isn't just using her as a pawn in a game she didn't agree to be part of. im eating the keys off my keyboard man this shit makes me so angry.

RAHHH SEE THIS IS WHAT SHE NEEDS!!! SOMEONE WHO SHE CLICKS WITH SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO HELP HER SOMEONE WHO GENUINELY CARES AND BONDS WELL W HER!!! she and yuji could've been everything if not 4 fuckifn mahito and it makes me want to chew gravel. also kenny getthe FUCK away from those kids im about to start mauling shit

ok i have yet to actually listen to any of these Because i got Really Really ill over seeing One particular song. id showed the first page to my friend gc originally to go "haha megumi weezerhead" (i actually like weezer im not making fun of it dw) and my brother went "i listende 2 nanamis themes last night , the first 1 was rlly good" and showed me the second image (i had not gotten there yet, i moved the second theme song page up in this post, it would be between the "i can't kill" page with junpei and nanamis "my friend died but i wasn't there" thing). now, i was a huuuge fan of Two Door Cinema Club in middleschool, had some of the albums on my mp3 player n shit, so seeing geto having a song of theirs assigned to him, my blorbo#1 (himand junpei r tied for #1 jsyk), i was like omgg i should listen to this it's been awhile ^^ and weel. i did. and i immediately got so heart wrenchingly ill about how the song connects to him that i shit you not i did not shut up about it for a solid 50 minutes. i listened to the Tourist History album EIGHT FUCKING TIMES!!! IN A ROW!!!! BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP THINKING ABOUT GETO COME BACK HOME!!!!!! it makes me want to throw up it's devastating to me. it's a really good song (great album in general, i downloaded it again bc of this) and i beg u to listen to it with geto in mind, it kills me so bad it's awesome.

wahh it makes me so!!! i feel so sinister about it, they became friends so easily, they coulda gone to the movies together and hung out and been there 4 eachother when they needed it. these pages r so fun and cutesey it makes me sosad for what we coulda had between these 2.

junpei makes me so fucking sad dude. this poor girl who, for no particular reason that we see, is singled out and tormented by her peers for so long, and when she finally finds validation in someone they only want to warp the way she thinks and use her to hurt someone else. yuji came so close to stopping her from going down the path she did, but mahito/kenjaku were one step ahead and knew how to drive her over the edge. she never deserved any of this man, she's just some teen. she's a dork, she likes film analysis, she likes bright clothes, she cares deeply about her ma. she's just some girl. also i saw someone somewhere say she doesn't like her mom smoking so much because it reminds her of the people who use her as an ashtray and it makes me want to shatter my phone dude. she makes me so sad.

RAHHHHH NANAMI NOT WANTING YUJI TO EXPERIENCE THE SAME KIND OF TRAUMA HE DID WHEN HE LOST HAIBARA RHAHHHH!!! i know it's not exactly the same situation but u can easily see how similar they are... he doesn't want yuji 2 witnesses the death of his friend if it comes to that (it did :(((( sadly)

i need to kill mahito with my teeth. i need to tear into him like a dog with a shoe. in my beautiful mind i always imagine she grabs one of her moms dresses/skirts here along w the jacket. she deserves 2 feel pretty while she's in mourning.

sorry for 12/22 of these images being just junpei. except im not actually sorry. that's my daughter im going to speak about her bc i like her a lot and im sad over her. i will see u all in volume 4

kinda liveblog thread incoming soon. i bought an almost complete set of the jjk manga (it's only missing the 2 most recent english releases, vol 22 and 23) so even though ive already read it all once and watched the anime+movie plenty of times now here are new things im noticing and random stuff i have to say 😁

[sixeyesgojo]

The dead reader made me sad how about something a bit funny but dark based of a comic Tapas called Undying Happiness (it’s been dubbed on YouTube too if you wants to go see it) where the main character falls in love with a guy who’s family has the ability to be able to regenerates wounds even from a skeleton. So do you think we can the cast react to a basically immortal reader?

I like this idea! I also checked out the source material and man, that was SOOO FUNNY lmaoo

Thanks for sending this ask, anon! I think my readers deserve some calm before the storm that’s about to come lol

Summary: undead!reader messing with Team Gojo because why not ;)

Characters: Team Gojo + Sukuna x undead!Reader

Content warning: major injuries (loss of limbs?), mentions of blood

A/N: This is the post anon is talking about: leaving them behind hc

Gojo Satoru

After a while, he will start making jokes about it. You’re not exactly amused at this fool joking around while you’re bleeding out. Gojo is still a little worried (it’s a secret, don’t tell anybody) because he’s firmly convinced that this technique has to have some kind of drawback but it does not. Or at least there hasn’t been any ever since you discovered this ability.

The first time, he would be slightly taken aback but not entirely surprised. You just lost an entire arm; blasted away until only your bones remained but you didn’t even flinch? How in the world?

Truth to be told, you were already kind of used to this. Having to deal with this frequently (including all the “Aren’t you more of a curse?” questions), you already half expected something of the sort of him as well.

However, after processing what just happened, he’ll just shrug. This man has seen more in his life than any other Jujutsu sorcerer ever could, starting from as early as his baby days, thanks to the six eyes. Nothing bothers him all too much.

He’ll just treat it as if you are using Reversed Cursed Technique, just like Shoko.

“Babe, what are you doing? Losing an arm again? Oh my god, that is sooo 2017. Come up with something new to shock me with!” he snickers. “Satoru, I swear you are doing this on purpose,” you got mad while holding the space your arm once held. The bloody substance dripping right through your fingers as the lost limb slowly regenerated. 

“It’s really no wonder people constantly ask me why I haven’t exorcised the curse who is sticking to me!” he laughs. You pout, “Rude! I’m not a curse.”

Itadori Yuji

The first time, he is absolutely freaked out. He tries to frantically stop the bleeding in the most clumsy way ever; hands shaking so much it would have the opposite effect. You? You’re calm and you try to calm him down by saying “it’s just an arm” and he goes “JUST AN ARM? THAT’S A LIMB THOUGH???” even more frantically. He already has a few screws loose up there and he knows it but hearing you say that so casually makes him rethink all his decisions in life. It takes him several minutes to calm down. Even though he is a sorcerer now and has seen his fair share of shit happening, including the sopping hole in his chest when Sukuna ripped out his heart, this tops all of it.

After a while, he will be more at ease but still very very worried about you. He doesn’t like seeing you get hurt, even if it’s just a small scratch. Yuji is very relieved when he sees the flesh and skin building back, may even be a little bit fascinated but also grossed out. He will definitely ask you lots of different stuff about it.

“Does it hurt when it does that?” he looks at your regrowing limb. “What do you mean, Yuji?” you give him a quizzical look. He points at your limb, “That. Does that hurt?”

“Well, of course losing a limb hurts but I have had this ability for the longest time, so I got used to feeling the pain. If you mean regrowing this, then no. It tickles a little, I guess?”

The look on his face was priceless.

Fushiguro Megumi

After a while, he will still be frantic at first but then it finally clicks. His head goes “oh, right.” and he calms down, the tension visibly leaves his body, because by now, he knows it’s not that big of an issue anymore. That does not mean he ceased to help you take care of it though - and he does a great job at it.

The first time, he thinks you’ll die on him. The boy is so frantic, his mind goes blank. His chest will break out of his ribcage soon, he feels, but then he sees your calm face. Utter confusion descends down on him; what the hell was happening? Why weren’t you screaming in pain? Why was your facial expression so calm? Maybe it was a shock?

But no, you were calm all over and simply said, “Whoops?”

Consider him confused for his entire life now. He doesn’t understand what’s happening at all and his mind is set on helping you nevertheless.

"Ugh, I’m bleeding all over your uniform. I’m so sorry, ‘Gumi,” you mumble as he patches up what he can. “That’s fine, I can just wash it later,” he bluntly states, his eyes hyperfocused on your wound.

“I’ll wash it for you! I owe you that, it’s the least I can do,” you offer. “Just hold still for now, so I can contain the bleeding - don’t want you to bleed out on me. It’d be a hassle.”

“Hehe, sorry,” you say sheepishly.

Kugisaki Nobara

After a while, she will simply proceed to beat the shit out of whoever did this to you first. She will beat them into a pulp and then exorcise them (in case it was a curse). It’s a little comedic for you to see her get worked up over this after seeing it so many times but at the same time, it melts your heart a little.

The first time, the girl rushes to your aid immediately, telling Fushiguro to handle this curse. “Are you okay?” she asks you and her voice is trembling audibly. It was a stupid question to ask, she thinks. But she doesn’t expect to see you stupidly grin back at her, “Yeah, I’m totally fine, don’t worry about me. This will take some time to grow back but it will.”

Grow back? What? She’s confused. Are you pulling a prank on her? It has to be a prank, right?

“No, this isn’t a prank, I’m serious here,” you laughed.

"You really think you can hurt them without facing repercussions, huh? You are so dumb; I almost feel sorry for how stupid you are, thinking that, when I am right here. Now let’s get ready for a game because I can and absolutely will drag this out; learn your lesson!” Nobara yells at the curse and you only chuckle.

Ryomen Sukuna

The first time, he just clicks his tongue in annoyance, looking at whatever hurt you with fiercely glowing eyes. There would be hell to pay for them. He is annoyed at whatever hurt you but he knows he can fix you easily with his Reversed Cursed Technique. This was so inconvenient, not fun. Quickly, he eliminates the source of your pain and turns to you. He had expected you to have passed out. However, once he sees the wound slowly closing up, a strange grin forms on his face and he starts hollering loudly, “What the heck is that, pet? That’s amusing.”

After a while, he will just sit back and watch as you handle it yourself: free entertainment for his bored soul. He may or may not be generous enough to speed up your recovery with his own Reversed Cursed Technique but I’d rather not count on it because it depends on how he is feeling after you finished the battle.

“Oh? You seem to regenerate a little faster now, even without my help. You take more and more after me, did spending all that time with me turn you into a curse now?” the King of Curses sneers loudly. “Heeey, I’m not a curse! But I would feel better if you helped me out with it instead of sneering at me,” you pouted. For a moment, he seemed to think, “No. It’s amusing.”

[nanaminokanojo]

BLOOM | Sukuna X You | Part 3/3 [COMPLETED]

CHARACTERS: Sukuna X You | Gojo Satoru | Geto Suguru | Shoko Ieiri | Maki | Fushiguro Toji | Baby Megumi | Megumi's Mom (OC) CHAPTER COUNT: 3/3 WORD COUNT: 10,900+ GENRE: romance | fluff | slight angst | smut | ooc sukuna | female reader | modern au CHAPTER TRIGGER WARNING: profanity/strong language | alcohol use | age gap | smut/sexual intercourse SPOILERS: N/A

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“You up for it?”

You were sitting at your usual spot at Maki’s. It was still quite early so the pub wasn’t as crowded as it usually is, and it was a weekday. You were there to meet Sukuna but the owner suddenly started chatting you up like she usually does, beating around the bush for a bit before she finally asked you a favor. Apparently, they’re under-staffed and is in need of another waitress but hiring a new one was out of the question since it was a temporary post, just until the person who really works for her recovers from a broken ankle.

“It’s just from four in the afternoon to eight on weekdays, and since you’re usually hanging around here during those times, I thought of asking you. We’re just really short of hands for the next week,” she said, flashing you a rueful smile. “I asked Ieiri but she’s in the middle of her internship.”

Maki had been there for you before, talking to you when you had issues you couldn’t share with your friends and always giving you free non-alcoholic drinks during your exams, and you didn’t see anything wrong with helping her out for once. You’ll earn from it, too. “Sure. When do I begin?”

She clapped her hands excitedly which took you aback. She’s always so tough, barking orders here and there or putting rowdy customers in their proper places, that you didn’t really expect her to be all giggly and excited all of a sudden. “You’ll do it?”

“Yeah, why not?”

She hugged you then. “Oh my god, Y/N. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You waved her aside, chuckling. “It’s fine. It’s for a week anyway. No big deal.”

She sighed in relief. “You don’t know how much weight you’ve taken off my shoulders, so it is a big deal. Okay for you to start on Monday?”

You nodded.

“I’m giving you all the cherry blossom tea smoothie you want.” She grinned cheekily at you then. “And speaking of cherry blossoms, I noticed you and Sukuna coming here together. Are you together now?”

You felt your face heating up at the mention of the man's name but you shook your head. "Not yet."

"Yet?"

You chuckled awkwardly. "We're working it out, I guess. We're not exclusively dating though and he isn't my boyfriend..." You felt a bit uncomfortable at the thought. It's the first time you're saying it out loud, what Sukuna isn't to you, and you had to admit the notion was kinda disappointing. But the problem was with you. "Yeah...just that."

"He likes you though. I see the way he looks at you." Maki smiled knowingly at you. "Does this have something to do with your no dating policy? It's ridiculous if you ask me. Sukuna is a good man."

Ah, straightforward as always. "I know that. That's why I'm letting him have a go at changing my mind."

"And is he successful so far?"

"He's almost there." You frowned then, catching her comment about him. "You seem to know him well."

"We go way back," Maki explained. "My old man still owns the pub when he was a student and he came here all the time listening to me and that old geezer fight."

"Oh. That must have been a sight."

"Plus he's friends with my cousin, Toji."

You tilted your head in question. Sukuna never really talked about his friends, and he has never introduced you to any of them. It’s the first time you’re hearing about that side of him. “Really? What was he like back then?”

Maki snorted. “He was an idiot who had too much time in his hands. He’s smart, but had a penchant for mischief. I mean, I guess you already figured that out just looking at him. Nobody really thought he would end up to be this big-shot architect.”

You laughed. “Really?”

“Toji’s influence, I guess. That one’s a bigger idiot.” She looked deep in thought for a moment then said, “Why his wife chose him instead of Sukuna is a puzzle.”

You were confused. You did not know what she was talking exactly, and why her cousin’s wife should have chosen Sukuna was beyond you. For some reason, you didn’t have a good feeling about it, then you remembered what he told you before about dating just one person.

Could it be… “No…” You didn’t even realize you said that out loud until Maki held onto your hand, squeezing gently.

“I’m sorry. I said too much.”

“Well, don’t stop now,” you found yourself saying, unable to help it. “Is the situation what I think it is? Your cousin’s wife…He told me before that he only ever steadily dated one girl. Is it…?”

Maki nodded, grimacing. “They cheated on him six years ago.”

“So, he lost his girlfriend and best friend?” You felt your heart break at the thought. You might not have known him back then, but you couldn’t help but feel bad on his behalf.

“Yes. I’m not saying it’s his fault, but he’s hardly ever there since he was busy.”

“It’s not enough grounds for them to do that!” you stated loudly, feeling genuinely hurt for him. Damn, if he dated just one woman ever and never had a relationship again before you – for six years – then that spoke volumes of how much it affected him afterwards. You caught yourself and flashed Maki an apologetic look. “I’m sorry.”

“Understandable.” She sighed. “He went overseas and didn’t come back until just two years ago. Guess why he came back.”

“Why?”

“To attend their wedding.”

You didn’t know what was more messed up, but you also know Sukuna to be a genuinely good person. If he disappeared for that long only to come back to attend his best friend and ex’s wedding, then it only meant he totally forgave them. If he was giving another relationship a chance, particularly with you, then it also meant he has healed. How he could be so caring and affectionate towards you despite what he went through astonished you, but maybe that’s just how he really was as a person.

“Are they okay now?”

“Yes.” She laughed slightly then. “You should see how he dotes on Toji’s son.”

Maki ruffled your hair, seeing how you’ve reacted. “Just one piece of unsolicited advice, Y/N. If you decide to be with him, be certain about it and don’t ever hurt him.”

You only nodded, taking her words to heart. She was right. Just as you were afraid to be left alone, nobody deserves to be hurt like that. You wanted to be angry at the fact that his own best friend did that to him but at the same time, you were proud of him for coming out of it while maintaining a good view about the whole concept of relationships and perhaps love. It radiated in the way he treated you, and all the effort he is putting into making things work despite your hesitations.

He arrived a few moments later, showing you that crooked smile of his. You both had one beer, and over that, he asked about your day and he told you about yours. When you were finished with your drinks, he said, “Mind going out for a drive? I wanted to tell you something.”

“Okay.” You couldn’t meet his eyes after what Maki told you, and several times, he asked if you were okay to which you responded affirmatively, trying to keep your emotions at bay.

Sukuna took you to the cliffs just around the city limits, parking his car a few yards from the edge enough to have a good view of the sea of lights below. When he killed the engine, you disembarked from his Jeep, walking closer to the edge when you felt his hand on your arm.

“Not too close to the edge,” he said, looking at you with concern written all over his face, but before he could ask what was bothering you, you said, “You were going to tell me something.”

At that, he sighed as if in long-suffering. “Yes, that.” He looked at you seriously as if he was going to tell you something grave only to end up saying, “I’m going to be away for two weeks starting Monday. I’m going to London.”

Momentarily forgetting about your conversation with Maki, you blinked, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. “Why did you have to look like you’re about to tell me you’re going to be executed or something? Jesus, Sukuna.” You laughed despite yourself.

“Don’t laugh. I’m annoyed.” He pouted. “Aren’t you sad? Two weeks is a long time. I won’t get to see you, and I have to check for time zones if I want to talk to you over the phone.”

You held his hand, twining your fingers with his before raising it to plant a kiss on his knuckles. “I will miss you, but you don’t have to be so upset about it. I’ll be right here when you come back. Stop being all dramatic.”

“I’m not!”

“You’re funny.”

He rolled his eyes, but then said, “So, before that, I was planning to take you to meet my best friend and his wife on Saturday. I’ve been telling them about you…”

The rest of his words faded, the only thought registering in your head was how he mentioned his best friend and his wife. You were going to meet them. You couldn’t say no to that given that they seem to play integral parts in his life despite what happened. “Okay.”

“You’re gonna love their little boy,” he said excitedly.

“Sure…”

“But really, Y/N? You won’t have a whirlwind romance with some college brat while I’m away?”

You let go of his hand, stepping back. You didn’t like the sound of that. Not one bit. Not when he was speaking from experience. “What do you take me for?!” The words came out a little harsher than you intended, the resentment you felt for his previous relationship resurfacing.

He arched a brow at you, puzzled at your outburst. “Y/N, I was kidding.”

Not able to hold back anymore, you turned away from him as tears started flooding your vision. You didn’t even know why you were crying over the whole thing, and you just felt like an idiot as you faced him again, frantically drying your tears.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He looked alarmed as he held onto both of your hands, stopping you from wiping harshly at your face. “Why are you crying? Is it because of what I said?”

You shook your head. “No…no. Can I hug you though?” you asked and he almost laughed as he himself drew you closer, wrapping his arms around you. “You never have to ask.”

You did the same, holding onto him tightly, hoping it was enough for you to get rid of any feeling of hurt left in him if there was any to begin with; that it was enough for him to be at ease where you were concerned when he goes away. Still, you wanted to make sure. You stayed like that until you’ve calmed down, thinking you were doing it more for yourself than for him.

“What brought this on?”

“You won’t get mad?” you asked between hiccups, looking up at him.

“Why would I?”

“Promise me first. I just don’t want to hide anything from you and it’s been bothering me.”

“Okay. I promise.” As if to emphasize his words, he pecked you on the tip of your nose. “Now what is bothering you?”

“Since you mentioned your best friend,” you began, “Toji, right?”

He eyed you, nonplussed. “How did you know?”

“Maki told me…” You started tearing up again. “She-she told me w-what happened. Everything…so I know…Please don’t get mad.”

He clucked his tongue. “That woman. Seriously.”

“I’m glad she told me and I’m sorry if I pried, but I can’t…”

“Is that why you’re crying?”

“Y-yes.”

“Why?”

“Because they hurt you.”

His expressions softened. “Silly.”

You pulled him close, wrapping your arms around him. “It’s not silly. Nobody deserves that, least of all you. You’re always so good to me, and I can’t imagine anybody doing that to you, least of all your best friend.”

Sukuna’s hug tightened a tad, placing his chin on top of your head. “No sense crying about it anymore, Y/N. I’ve forgiven and forgotten. It wasn’t their fault if they felt that way when I went away. They found common ground, I guess. Toji thought he was losing his best friend and she felt the same way.”

“Okay.”

“If it isn’t too much to ask, I want you to get to know them, too, just like I want to be close to Satoru, Suguru and Ieiri. They’re important to me.”

“Okay.”

“You mean it?”

“Yes.” You met his gaze. “If they’re important to you, then I will do that for you and meet them.”

He wiped away your tears then. “Thank you.”

“Don’t sweat it,” you mumbled, breathing in deeply. “Sorry you had to see me like this.”

“You don’t have to hide anything from me.” He shrugged then, snickering. “Maki’s timing sure is impeccable.”

And so, Saturday came and you held onto Sukuna’s hand as he helped you out of the Jeep after parking in front of a two-story house with pale yellow walls and white shutters. Before it was a small, well-tended yard surrounded with white picket fences, very much like the house you grew up in under the care of your grandfather. A small, plastic slide and swing set was placed on the grass along with a tiny bike and some toys in the sandbox.

“You okay?” he asked, interrupting your reverie. When you nodded, he said, “You’re not gonna cry, are you?” making you smack him on the arm. “Ow?”

“Serves you right.”

Just then, the door opened revealing this couple you assumed to be the Fushiguros. They looked good together, both with raven hair with their equally dark-haired little boy who looked about eighteen months old, all chubby cheeks and pudgy cuteness.

Toji was this big, hulking man with a vertical scar on the right side of his mouth which oddly added to his charm instead of marring his handsome face. He was carrying his little boy in his muscular arms, taking the edge off his tough looks. He was the first one to approach.

"Hi. Y/N, right?"

"Yes, hi." You shook his hand, smiling genuinely despite your previous notions regarding him and his wife who also stepped forward, taking your hands in hers. She was beautiful, too, and she gave you this feeling of coming home with her bright eyes and kind smile. You couldn’t blame Toji for falling for her, then again, Sukuna used to be in love with her, too.

"You're so pretty!" she said as a way of greeting. "I'm Mirai. It's nice to meet you."

Toji glanced at Sukuna, the gesture injected with meaning. "It's nice to finally meet you. Typically, he's quiet, but he won't shut up about you."

"Shut up," Sukuna muttered.

"It's nice to meet you both." You chuckled. "He isn't quiet around me either." Then your eyes shifted to their kid. You weren't exactly enamored with the idea of children, but you understood what Sukuna meant. "Hi, little angel," you couldn't help but say to the boy who was looking at you with wide, sparkly eyes framed with long lashes. "Your son is lovely."

"Thank you," Mirai returned happily, watching her son reaching for you. "Aww, Megumi likes you."

"Megumi," you repeated. "Blessing?"

"Yes," Toji said proudly and you gathered from his statement that he named the baby.

You looked towards Sukuna as if for assurance as you reached out. "May I hold him?"

"Sure." Toji handed Megumi to you and you followed after them as they led you and Sukuna into their home, marveling at how well-behaved he was, just leaning against your chest and sucking on his thumb, all warm and smelling like baby powder and everything that reminded you of happiness.

The two men went to the living room to catch up while you went to the kitchen with Mirai who was curiously asking you one thing after the other.

"Sukuna told us you're a student. What are you studying?" she asked as she stirred something in a pot.

"Comprehensive literature," you answered, untangling Megumi's hand from your hair.

"Are you sure you're okay carrying Megumi?" Mirai threw you a rueful smile.

You nodded, beaming warmly at the child. "I don't mind. He's so adorable."

Mirai smiled lovingly at her son. "Isn't he? I was so happy when I first had him and saw how much he looked like his dad."

"Yeah, he's like a mini version of Toji. He has your eyes though."

“Thank you.” She grinned. "So, how long have you known Sukuna?"

"Just almost half a year. Around that."

"Guy's whipped for you, Y/N."

"I heard that!" Sukuna called out from the living room. He suddenly entered the kitchen, plucking Megumi off your arms saying, "My turn. How's my favorite boy?"

You just snickered, your thoughts elsewhere. It got you wondering if you would even have met Sukuna if things didn't turn out the way they have. You were picturing Sukuna standing beside Mirai instead of Toji but you just couldn't and it got you contemplating that maybe things ended up the way they did because that's what's meant to be.

As opposed to your resentment to what they did to him, you were now glad, perhaps even thankful and more understanding of Sukuna's reasons for letting things go and remaining friends with them. Because if those things didn't happen, you won't have him. Because if they didn't turn out that way, you wouldn't be watching him being all silly and adorable with Megumi, giving you a picture of what kind of father he would be when he did have kids. Because then, you wouldn't be considering the possibility of a future with anyone…with him.

Then you froze as your feelings for him became clearer. Because why else would you be spending all your time with him, being close to him and getting to know him? Why were you so keen on making sure he was happy? Why were you hurting on his behalf? Why was the world suddenly a better place despite the fact that you're supposedly alone?

It was simple. You're in love with him.

"Y/N?" you heard his deep voice resonating from inside your head then louder as your vision began to focus. He was standing in front of you with Megumi in his arms.

"Huh?"

"You okay? You were spacing out."

"Just thinking." You bit your lower lip, looking apologetic.

"Getting lost in your own world again, I see?" he teased.

"Getting lost in yours is more like it."

He and Miriai looked at you at the same time, the latter giggling pretty much like Ieiri whenever you told her about Sukuna. "You two are so cute."

You brushed the comment off, approaching her. "How can I help?"

You set the table with Toji's help, listening to him talk about Megumi and Mirai with such profound fondness and pride. Just like Sukuna, his appearance was an irony to his funny and soft personality it was disconcerting.

"It's great to have guests over. We rarely do this but Sukuna comes here every Saturday, and well, he isn't a guest anymore," Mirai said as she fed Megumi.

"Thanks for having me then," you replied, still fixated on their kid who was babbling about with his mouth full while he repeatedly knocked a plastic spoon on his high chair.

The conversation was light, circling on their old days, but you knew they were trying to skirt around the ugly things. Mirai regaled you of how Toji got the scar on his mouth. Turns out he and Sukuna were street racers at some point. "Easy cash," as the former had put it. "I mean who wants a part time job if you earn thousands a night?"

"So, what do you plan to become after you graduate?" she asked you again.

"A writer, maybe?"

At that, Sukuna started telling them about your date at the fancy restaurant and how you pretty much nailed the story of the lone old woman who gave you wine. "She's amazing like that," he said fondly, absently patting you on your thigh.

"I'm sure Y/N here finds you impressive, too," Toji teased. "Right, Y/N?"

"Yeah, he smells awfully great it's making my thoughts incoherent," you sallied, "But jokes aside..." You let your voice trail off on purpose, gauging his reaction.

"What?" he prompted.

"That's for me to know," you finally stated, making the couple laugh.

"No fair!"

After lunch, you helped Mirai clean up. Megumi was asleep in his crib after his meal and the guys stood by the backdoor, enjoying some beer. You dried the plates quietly while she washed and told you about Toji.

"It's like raising two kids, really," she told you. "He doesn't pick up after himself and our Megumi is more considerate than he is."

"But you love him," you teased.

"With all that I am." Her eyes strayed to Sukuna then. "Cherish him. Don't let that one get away."

At her words, you felt the same hurt you did when you first learned what the real deal was with them from Maki. You blood boiled out of the blue as thoughts started racing in your head a hundred miles per second. How dare she say that to you when she herself let him go? How dare she hurt him like that and yet keep him as a friend?

The sound of something breaking brought you out of your trance, and you realized the plate you were wiping had fallen onto the floor. But your attention was on her, your steely eyes hard and intense as you said, "You're the last person I expect to be telling me such things."

"I..."

You stepped away from her only to be met by Sukuna's disappointed expression, but you ignored that as well as you turned away. "Excuse me,” you said, bowing slightly as you walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, grabbing your bag before walking out of the house.

The crisp autumn air blew coldly against you, ruffling your hair and your dress as you stood there, not really knowing where to go or what to do. Suddenly, you felt stupid for saying something like that to Mirai when she had been nothing but nice towards you, her and Toji. You also liked their son. And judging by how Sukuna looked at you, you had this niggling feeling that you've ruined it all, eating at you from the inside out.

Just then, the door opened and closed behind you. You didn't have to turn around to know it was Sukuna who followed you out. You've grown so accustomed to his presence that at times, he only had to look at you and you already understand what he wants to convey.

"Y/N, sweetheart, what's going on?" he asked, trying hard to keep the edge off his tone.

You didn't turn to face him, afraid of what you will see. "You heard what I said. Do I really have to explain?"

He walked around you, grabbing you by the shoulders, shaking you slightly. "I thought we're over this. I thought I already explained this to you."

That doesn't cut it, you thought but opted not to say it. He might have told you that he has forgiven and forgotten, and although you weren't involved in it, you still felt displeasure whenever you remembered it. It wasn't as if Mirai and Toji did you wrong, and it wasn't as if you had the right to say shit but she didn't have the right to tell you anything either knowing to herself what she had done. You didn't want to hear anything from her about what you ought to do and decide where Sukuna was concerned. It just didn't sit right with you.

"I know. I'm wrong. I get it," you snapped, shrugging his hands off you. "I wanna go home." You started walking away from him, but you stopped when he said, "What is wrong with you?"

You turned back, breath snagging as you let out a mirthless chuckle. "What is wrong with me?" you repeated, your voice coming out soft but with a bitter edge to it. "I know I am wrong for blurting out the things I did, and I am sorry."

"Y/N –"

"But don't strip me of my right to be angry when Mirai tells me to cherish you and not let you go as if she has any right to do it," you cut him off. "I didn't have the right to call her out on her transgressions to you, but don't tell me I can't cry or be mad at the fact that you had to go through all that because I care too damn much for you!"

Your eyes started to fill with tears as you regarded him, seeing the world come alive with blossoms dancing in the wind while in reality, the world was at its last legs, leaves falling all around you. Whenever you looked at him, you felt like everything was flourishing, filling your existence with beautiful things in an abundance of colors. "I'm so in love with you that I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt. I hate it when I know you're tired but you still smile for me anyway. I hate it when you look disappointed whenever I hesitate and couldn't make up my mind."

"I'm sorry for reacting the way I did. I was being a jerk, but that's how much I love you. I love you, Sukuna, more than I can possibly tell you. I can't pretend I don't."

"Say that again," he murmured.

"What?" you demanded gruffly, too caught up in your emotions to comprehend.

"You said you love me. Say it again." Now he looked like he was about to cry, eyes glistening even as he smiled wide with joy, drawing nearer and taking your hand in his.

You sighed in relief, feeling your chest loosen up. It felt great saying it out loud. Beyond just great. "I love you."

The moment you let go of the words, you were wrapped up in his warmth, his arms tight around you while you listened to the thundering beats of his heart. He held you at arm's length, looked deep into your eyes as he cupped your face and leaned in to claim your lips in a brief kiss. Spring has come in the middle of autumn, filling your senses and making you feel like you could fly. He held you in place, eyes closed as he touched his forehead to yours, letting out a shaky laugh.

"Do you mean that?" He opened his eyes slowly and you were lost in their depths as you nodded. "Yes."

"You haven't asked, but I happen to be just as in love with you if not more."

"I already knew that. How can I not when you show me every day? It's comforting to hear you say it out loud though." You smirked at him. "You know, when you don't think I'm asleep."

He stiffened against you. "You heard that?"

"God, it was so hard to keep my eyes closed and stop myself from reacting when you told me you're in love with me."

He clucked his tongue. "You waited this long to respond to me?"

"I told you I didn't wanna give it to you half-assed. I’m giving you my heart just as I want yours, and if you’re ready to entrust it wholly to me, I can’t just reciprocate with pieces of mine."

“You had it since the first day we met. I didn’t have to see everything else to know you’re the one who owns it.” Sukuna kissed you on the forehead, hugging you to him and just standing there with you, watching cars pass by the road, reveling in his proximity and his warmth. You didn’t need much of anything if you had him.

But then you broke out of his hold, realizing the mess you’ve made.

"What is it?"

"I have to apologize to our hosts. Stay here," you stated, walking back to the house to find the couple in the living room, standing there as if they were expecting you to come back. Without hesitation, you bowed before them. "I sincerely apologize for what I said. I should not have said that to you, Mirai. And it isn't my intention to indirectly hurt you, too, Toji. I'm sorry."

"What is this girl saying?" you heard Mirai say as she approached you and hugged you tight. "You silly girl. We deserve that and we don't deserve Sukuna. Everyone just gave us a free pass, and we were glad you were brave enough to say it to us like that. You have nothing to apologize for."

"Still..."

Toji shook his head. "No, Y/N. Thank you. For loving Sukuna and for giving us the chance to finally forgive ourselves, too."

At that, you smiled, nodding in understanding.

When it was time to leave, Megumi woke up and you had the chance to say goodbye to him, too, holding onto him until you had to get out the door.

"Visit us anytime, Y/N," Mirai said, winking. "Sukuna doesn't have to be with you."

"So, you're throwing me away cause you have Y/N now? Some friends you are," he sniped, causing another round of easy laughter.

"I'll come by soon," you promised, pecking Megumi on the cheek. "See you, angel."

***

"So, you're officially together now?" Suguru asked, helping you pack for the trip to the mountains Sukuna had planned, scheduled immediately after his return.

"Two weeks ago, but he had to go to London," you said, and in the next second, Ieiri and Satoru both brought out their wallets, handing bills to Suguru.

"I knew there was something different when he drove you home that afternoon."

"I can't believe you three are betting over my relationship with Sukuna," you muttered, zipping up your small luggage.

Suguru won fair and square though. He had been right to ask from the start when he walked in on you and Sukuna making out on the porch when the latter dropped you off. The drive then was quiet but you had the shut the guy up for teasing you about that "one hell of a confession," as he had put it. But he immediately took control, shoving you against the wall beside the door and kissing you stupid.

"What did I say about raising her on my own?" Suguru gloated, slinging an arm over your shoulder much to the annoyance of your supposed two other parents.

Satoru scoffed. "I was the one who did the hardest job of interrogating him the first time he came and brought our little girl dead drunk!"

"Yeah, he said you're intimidating," you told him, chuckling, and he positively glowed until you said, "But he said you apologized afterwards so..."

Suguru and Ieiri laughed hard at him.

"On a more serious note, Sukuna isn't gonna be as lucky the moment you get hurt, Y/N," Satoru stated calmly and the other two nodded in agreement. "Just putting it out there."

You would do the same for them, too, so you also agreed. "And if I'm the one causing him shit?"

"That's on him, too," Suguru said, ruffling your hair. "You're our princess, Y/N. It doesn't matter who's right or wrong when the time comes. You'll probably get an earful from us, too, cause we like the guy, but you will always have us first."

You clucked you tongue. "You're all being dramatic, but thanks. Much appreciated."

"It's the first time you're going steady with anyone. We're just making sure we've covered all the bases," Ieiri stated.

"Yeah, and before we forget..." Satoru took something out from under your bed, handing it to you.

You eagerly looked into the bag, thinking it was a present but you wanted to throw it at his face the moment you found out what it was.

"I got the bigger sizes cause Sukuna looks loaded in that department. Special edition, ultra-thin in – wait for it – mixed berry flavor." He winked. "Wrap it before you tap it."

"Ha ha, Satoru. You're really funny." You motioned to hit him, but laughed with him nonetheless as you rummaged through the bag. "Where the hell did you even get these?"

"Ordered them in from Amsterdam. You're welcome, princess."

"You're fucking weird for handing me rubbers, but thanks, dad." You handed the bag back to him. "You're giving them to Sukuna yourself though."

"Fine!"

And that he did when Sukuna arrived to come pick you up, strictly telling the man to open it in private much to the latter's confusion. Still, he accepted graciously.

"Don't open that thing," you said the moment you were in his car.

"That makes me want to open it now," he said.

You clucked you tongue, and shook your head. "Do that when I'm not looking." You tilted your head to have a better look at him, reaching over to make him face you. You frowned at the dark circles under his eyes. "What have you been doing in London?"

"Not sleeping enough is one of them, and I'm jetlagged." He took your hand in his and started planting butterfly kisses on your fingers. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too." You cupped the side of his face and leaned over, pecking him on the lips. "You're going to sleep the moment we get to our destination."

"But –"

"No buts." You took the key off the ignition. "And I'm driving." You got out of the car, rounding it to the driver's side, opening the door. "Scoot."

Sukuna grinned at you. "Is being bossed around what it entails to be your boyfriend, sweetheart?" he asked, swinging his legs towards the door.

You moved closer, standing between his legs. "And if I say yes? Do you want out?" you asked, flashing him a sultry smile as you drew closer to him, your breaths mingling.

"I can't say I don't like it." He kissed you, deeper than the peck you gave him earlier.

"It's safer if I drive," you spoke against his lips. "Move."

"Just this once," he acceded, moving towards the passenger side while you climbed behind the wheel, gunning the car out of the property. But opposite to his words, he was asleep not an hour into the drive.

You never really realized how long two weeks could be until you had to wait for Sukuna to come back safe and sound. Though your time had been occupied by your studies and every other thing you did, you were always distracted by your phone, waiting for his messages and calls that you had to find yet another distraction in the form of a new video game you've gotten over the mail just two days after he left. But that was just momentary as you finished it in three days of continual gaming. You even went to visit the Fushiguros the weekend prior much to Mirai's delight just to have a semblance of familiarity where Sukuna was involved but it just made you miss him more.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, indeed. You could just laugh at yourself over the past days, thinking yourself selfish at the thought of not wanting him to go anywhere you couldn't easily reach him. But now that he was back, you are back to normal, and you knew you have to come to terms with accepting that it is a part of his job to be away from you every now and then if things are going to work out for the two of you.

You're whipped, and you know it. You've accepted that. Now, it's just a matter of not allowing yourself to become too dependent on his presence.

Sukuna woke up when you stopped for gas three hours later. Why he had to choose such a far off place to bring you to was beyond you, but you weren't complaining in that you'd go wherever he was, but it was more for the fact that he came straight out of the airport and yet he was traveling again and by car, too.

"You okay?" he asked while you munched on gummy bears, standing against the Jeep as you filled it with gas. "We can switch."

"I go on farther road trips with the boys and Ieiri every time we have the chance. Stop worrying about me."

He whined sleepily, his voice coming out thick, trapping you against the car with his body. "You're crabby today. It doesn't feel like you miss me."

"Oi, I had to order a new game just so I won't send stupid texts telling you to come back home. How dare you doubt that?"

He burst out laughing. "So you were nerding out while I was away?"

"Pretty much. Don't run away when one day, you walk into my room and find a monster holding onto my controller in the middle of pizza boxes and a whole lot of other mess. That's me needing to be brought out of my hole."

"Hey, don't do that when I go away for business trips." He looked seriously worried now. "You should do your normal routine."

"So don't say I didn't miss you because I was nearly that monster nerd I was telling you about." You popped a green gummy bear into his mouth. "And I'm still driving."

The drive continued for another two hours with you reaching the foot of the mountain at the side of the highway where you really had to switch with Sukuna since you didn't know the way.

"You didn't bring me here to murder me, did you?" you quipped, seeing how thick the forest was on the one-lane road going up the mountain. It was such green world that you almost wanted the feeling of being lost

"Probably. You're too bossy today."

"Hey, that's me being nice."

"I won't. I have other things in mind to do with you." He grinned mischievously at you, winking to which you just shook your head.

Soon enough, you reached a small, traditional village which was pretty much turned into a hot spring resort. Sukuna stopped at the largest building in the vicinity, telling you to wait in the car as he disembarked, returning very shortly later with a key dangling on his thumb. The drive continued for another twenty minutes until he parked in front of this old-style house which didn't look old at all, located at a much more secluded area of the resort. He handed you the key, telling you to go ahead while he unloads your stuff.

Yup. There was nothing old about the facilities at all with the south-facing side made entirely of glass that looked over the private hot spring and a view of the mountains beyond that. The kitchen was as modern as it could get, and judging by how Sukuna was carrying bag after bag of things into the fridge, he planned to cook during your entire stay there. You took over the job while he carried your luggage into the house. Poor thing did the shopping before coming to pick you up without telling you.

"Go shower and sleep. I can handle it from here," you told him when he entered the kitchen again, muscular arms crossed over his wide chest, eyeing you appreciatively.

Instead of doing as he was told, he came up to you, standing behind you, hands fastening onto your waist as he drew your hair to one side. He nuzzled your neck, slowly making his way up your jawline where he pressed his lips and lingered there for a bit. You smiled, reaching up with your hand to place it on his cheek.

"You need to rest, my love."

"Say that again," he whispered.

"You need to rest?" You teased, feeling him nip at your ear. "My love?"

"You keep annoying me today."

"You keep commenting about how I'm behaving today," you countered, facing him. "Come on, let me boss you around for now. You really need to get some shuteye."

"You'll let me boss you around later then?"

"Deal."

***

"Back already?"

You looked over your shoulder as you combed through your hair when you heard the sliding door open. A smile graced your lips seeing as how Sukuna looked better, more well-rested and more like himself after a long sleep, only coming to at nightfall. He took a dip in the hot spring after dinner and was returning from it.

He came in wearing that dark blue yukata provided by the resort, feeling your face grow hot when you realized you were ogling him yet again. How can you not when the garment hung loosely over his shoulder. He didn't bother tying it properly, and from the partition of the robe, you can see the broad expanse of his chest, the smattering of inked patterns following the sinews of his form.

It wasn't the first time you were seeing his tattoos, the artistic floral and tribal patterns making themselves known to you that day you woke up to him naked from the waist up. However, you did not realize they expanded all the way down the right side of his body, all the way down to the outer area of his thighs. Since he was just wearing a pair of boxers underneath the yukata, when he stepped forward, you were able to see it, and as curiosity won over you, you didn't look away even when he raised a brow at you, the ghost of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth.

You stood up, walking slowly towards him, stopping when you were less than a foot away. Your eyes shifted hesitantly between his face and that area of his anatomy silently asking for his permission to see more of it but your hands refused to move midway.

"What is it?" he asked, not exactly sure as to what you were trying to do.

Biting your lower lip. "M-may I..." You couldn't say it out loud so you pointed at his tattoos, feeling a lump forming on your throat when you realized how bold you were being.

"You don't have to ask," Sukuna whispered, taking your hand and placing it on his chest, warm and alive underneath your palm, while he drew his robe apart, eyes intent on you as you followed the expanse of skin that served as a canvass to the artfully-made representation of the four seasons in a single branch of a cherry blossom tree, meandering downwards. From his chest going down the length of his side, your hand traced over the colored patterns of smaller branches that progressed from summer to winter. Your fingers lingered over his iliac crest where new buds of the familiar pink blossoms that promised spring were immortalized on his skin.

Sukuna's breathing had deepened the moment your hand reached lower, and you relished the fact that you had that effect on him, too. You could feel heat behind your eyes as your blood rushed up to your head at the realization that you could do that to him, and even greater than that, the reality of just how much you wanted this man in front of you, how much you wanted to make him yours in every sense of the word and how much you wanted to be his and his alone.

In the dim light of the moon that was filtered by the mist rising from the springs through the open sliding doors, you looked up at Sukuna, the man you love with every single fiber of your being, leaning your head on his chest, listening to his beating heart that mirrored the thrumming in your chest.

You brushed your lips onto his bare skin, trailing kisses across his chest before looking up at him and letting yourself be devoured by those deep, hooded eyes as you stepped even closer.

"You're beautiful," you breathed out, pulling him down towards you, tears pooling in your eyes when he finally kissed you, taking your breath away.

Sukuna's large hands roamed your body as he continued to mold your mouth against his, his tongue pushing between your lips which you welcomed with your own, loving his taste, hot and wet and stirring you alive. His hands were warm and nimble as he kneaded the flesh of your hip through the fabric of your kimono, traveling lower to where the garment parted so he can slide his hand underneath. They made their way to your ass, squeezing hard before he slid lower, hooking both of his hands under your thighs. He lifted you up, urgently maneuvering your legs to wrap around his waist.

Neither of you came up for air even as he walked deeper into the room where the bed was, pawing and hungrily devouring each other, what began as a gentle kiss turning into a scorching show of dominance as you both took from each other, not quite getting enough.

"I love you," he rasped, breathless as he nipped at the shell of your ear. "I want all of you."

He then continued kissing you, seizing you at the back of your neck, roughly nibbling on your lips then progressing towards the columns of your throat, spreading the V that formed the collar of your robe. You ran your fingers through his hair, intoxicated by his scent, your toes curling as his hands travelled to outline the sides of your body possessively.

Sukuna then returned to your lips after leaving open-mouthed kisses all over your chest and collar bones, and you kissed him back just as fervently as he pressed you down against his clothed crotch, making you shiver as you felt stirrings at the pit of your stomach. You gasped at the feeling of him poking against your thigh but before you could recover, he entered his hot tongue into your mouth again, gently luring yours to mingle with his. You just let him have his way, not quite believing what was happening as you felt your skin bursting into flames wherever he touched you.

Sukuna lifted you slightly off the bed, putting you down so that you were facing away from him. From behind, he guided you towards the pillows and snaked his hands around your waist, reaching for the sash of your robe and tugging on it. When he was successful, he tossed it somewhere on the floor and reached over your shoulders, slowly feeling for the lapels of the robe, making sure his fingers brushed against your skin, sending jolts of electricity all over your body as he peeled the garment off you in deliberate and calculated slowness, coupled with his mouth following the train down your nape to your shoulders before he pushed you face down on the bed.

"Oh god," you whispered, fighting for air as he gathered your hair to your left shoulder and licked the shell of your ear. "What are you thinking about? You're too stiff. Relax," he said in that deep, sensual voice that turned your legs to jelly.

You grabbed onto the pillow, anticipating what he was gonna do next when you felt his febrile tongue making a trail on your right shoulder, the action morphing into sloppy, wet kisses going down your bare back until you could not feel your robe anywhere near your body anymore. He has already undressed you.

You were on edge and just hyper aware of everything he was doing and every single touch he left on your body made you feel like it was leaving a mark and being absorbed by every cell in your system. It felt good being this close to him, being touched by him and you wouldn’t really mind if he marked you everywhere. You wanted to be his and you wanted the world to know.

His hands travelled everywhere it could touch, pushing you to the edge and making you feel like you were burning slowly, the kind that made every corner of your body tingle with anticipation. What you didn't realize was how tight you were holding the pillow to yourself until he suddenly mentioned it.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm?" Your voice came out at a higher pitch, making you want to smack yourself. This was that you wanted and yet you were being all jittery.

He chuckled softly, stopping his ministrations. "What are you doing?"

At that, you pushed yourself off the bed a bit and turned your head sideways to meet his gaze from over your shoulder. “Sorry, I’m just…”

“Yes?”

“Overwhelmed,” you whispered, chuckling slightly. While it wasn’t your first time, everything felt new with the added sensations that your deep emotions for him were throwing into the mix. “How do you want me?”

He turned you over on your back, chuckling. "For starters, cut out the pillow hugging." He pried the thing off your arms and chucked it against the headboard. Sukuna then hovered over you, pinning your hands on either side of your head then began his assault on your neck going lower and lower until he reached your left breast and started licking and tugging on your nipple, his other hand busy kneading the other.

“You are beautiful,” he said, mouth moving against the swell of your flesh while his other hand took possession of the other hand, tentatively squeezing with his long fingers.

You let out a moan, craving for more but not certain whether you could take it or not with your heart feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest. You wanted him to touch you more and as if he read your mind, he returned to kissing you intensely until you thought you couldn't breathe, well aware of how his other hand was taking off your panties. Your heart was beating erratically in your chest as you anticipated the moment, but halfway down your thighs, he raised himself a bit and laid himself on top of you, burying his face into your hair.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked cautiously as he raised himself slightly, looking into the depths of your eyes as if he was looking right through you.

Cupping his face, you rose slightly on your elbows, pressing your lips at the corner of his mouth. "A hundred times yes. I'm yours," you said with all the conviction you could muster in your hazy state – love drunk, kiss drunk, Sukuna drunk.

At your response, he latched his lips onto the skin of your neck, kissing lower and lower, passing over your breasts where he lingered, biting and sucking gently. You hissed as you watched him progress downward, his mouth doing all the magic from the valley of your chest down to your stomach, his hand reaching for the garment he had taken off you halfway down your legs, discarding it. The rough pads of his hands brushed over your thighs, pushing them apart as he lowered himself between them.

You let out a sharp cry when he licked a long stripe on your nether lips, his hot tongue swirling over your sensitive nub. He hummed in approval upon tasting you while he teased your folds with two of his digits. Without a warning he simultaneously pushed his fingers into you and sucked on your clit, building a rhythm that had you seeing stars with every thrust, coaxing out whimpers from your slightly parted lips. Your hips bucked towards him when you felt him reaching deep enough to touch your sweet spot again and again.

Sukuna anchored his arms around your thighs, his elbows on the mattress as he held you steady, continuing to lap at you and move his digits inside you as you felt that familiar sensation of coming undone, guiding you through it until you released so hard your juices squirted out despite his fingers still inserted in you, making a right mess of his mouth, chin and hand.

You spasmed against him but he didn't let go, continuing with his ministrations. He removed his fingers from inside you and started eating you out like a starved man, catching all of your essence from your initial orgasm and cajoling you into another one as he shoved his tongue right into you.

Your hand reached down, fingers tangling with his cherry blossom locks, not knowing whether you want to push him or keep him right where he was. He moaned as he felt your walls clenching, the vibrations caused by his voice stimulating you further, and in no time, you were releasing into his mouth again, your high hitting you like a speeding truck, slamming onto you and leaving you a shaking mess.

Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to calm down, chuckling in between each intake of breath when you felt Sukuna planting ephemeral kisses on your feverish skin, working his way up this time, worshipping your body before catching your lips in his where you tasted yourself on him.

"Can I eat you forever?" he asked with a groan. "You taste exquisite, my love."

"Alright," you panted, "But before that..." You looked him in the eye, running your hand down his chiseled abs until you reached the band of his boxers, excitement filling you as you palmed his crotch over the fabric. You snickered when his whole body seized on top of you, but you were just as out of breath feeling how massive and warm he was against your palm. You bit your lip as your hand moved, rubbing him slowly. Sukuna's eyes drooped a little as he drank in the clouded look in your eyes.

Satoru wasn't wrong about the condoms, and it further got proven to you when you pushed Sukuna’s underwear down and he rose up to his knees, finishing the job. You swore your eyes were going to pop out of their sockets when his length was released from its restraints, slapping against his stomach, thick, long and standing proud, its pink tip leaking precum that dripped down, following a prominent vein on its underside. You never wanted to put anything in your mouth as much as you wanted his dick, but the idea of it stretching you and ripping you apart from between your legs was more intriguing.

Sukuna smirked down at you. "Like what you see, sweetheart?"

"That's an understatement." You swallowed hard, taking you herculean effort to look at his face instead. "I don't just wanna look at it though."

He reached over to the nightstand, taking out that familiar bag from Satoru, quickly rummaging through it. "I'd be insulted if that's all you wanna do." He said as he took out a packet, about to rip it but you shook your head, taking it away from him.

He arched a brow at you. "You don't...Are you –"

"Stop asking me if I'm sure. I'm certain as I'll ever be." You smiled at him. "Or maybe I'll change my mind if you keep asking."

Laughing, he bent down, positioning himself between your legs as he took possession of your lips once more. You took a deep breath when you felt his tip nudging between your folds, teasing you while he busied himself with tracing the topography of your body as if committing it to memory.

Watching him now, you wished you've met him earlier in your life, loved him longer than you have at present. If you knew someone like Sukuna would come to care for you as much as he does, even in acts that are mostly governed by sheer instinct and senses, driven by need and lust, you would have combed the earth to find him. He cares so damn much for you that you knew he will find it in him to stop if you just said so even at his own expense.

"Sukuna..." his name spilled from your mouth, wanting him all for yourself, body, heart and soul. "Baby, please..." You were pleading, but for what, you didn't know exactly.

"Yes, my love?" he questioned, a smug grin playing at the corners of his mouth as he watched the mess that you are beneath him. "Tell me what you want."

"You," you whimpered, raising your hip to meet his cock, hard and burning on your skin. "I want you," you breathed out, the delicious torture in your voice coming to a crescendo when he thrust in agonizingly slow, making your wish his command.

He stretched you, gradually, gently as if he was afraid to break you, but your breath hitched for a different reason entirely. His girth left a slight burn as he pushed in, the rapturous feel of him invading your space and being wrapped in your flesh making a heated mess out of you as you grabbed everything you can get a grip on – the sheets, his shoulders, the pillow nearest to you – trying to anchor yourself from the sudden high of knowing he was inside you.

Your eyes watered at the sheer thought of being connected to him so deeply, and you found yourself falling to blissful surrender when he finally bottomed out. You felt him twitch inside you, but instead of moving as he wished, he cupped your face, delicately brushing his fingers over your flushed cheeks. He had that look of disquiet as he examined your expressions.

"You okay?"

You nodded, beaming in your state of stupor. "Please…move."

Sukuna begins to do as he was told, sliding in and out and acquainting you to his rhythm, his intense eyes hooded yet intense as he regarded you, aware of every nuance of your expressions with every single thrust. He started picking up the pace when he felt you wrap your legs around him, hitting you deeper every single time.

Pleasurable groans elicited from Sukuna's lips as he held himself up, driving his hips against yours repeatedly. "You're so tight," he rasped, his snagged breaths hot on your ears. "You feel so good."

"So good," you repeated, completely going out of it when the mere brushing of his rod against your walls drove you over the edge. You clenched tight around him and he let out a groan, eyes rounding when he realized you were close.

"Let go, baby. Cum for me," he said between pants as he pounded onto you unrelentingly.

You spoke broken syllables of his name as you came around him, riding you through your high. Acid white flashes started to flash behind your eyelids, your back arching from the bed as you keened loudly, too enraptured and absorbed in the pleasure that he was giving you.

However, before you could even recover, Sukuna lifted you off the bed, holding you against him so that your breast were rubbing against his taut chest. You wrapped your arms around him, gripping onto his shoulders while you sat astride him on your knees.

"You'll give me one more, won't you, my love?" he said, thrusting up to you whilst he gripped your waist so tight you knew you will have bruises after, making you meet every single push of his thick length.

Both your moans filled the room along with skin hitting skin, the friction between you two kept at bay by the sheen of sweat that covered your bodies. He held onto the back of your neck, roughly kissing you, your tongues dancing the lovers' minuet. Your lungs begged for air, but you were reluctant to be released from Sukuna's wild kisses while he fucked you senseless.

"Fuck," he growled through gritted teeth. "I love you," he whispered repeatedly like a mantra.

You felt him getting harder inside you as he hastened his pace, ramming into you faster and stronger, and in no time, you were screaming out his name as you came undone again with him following shortly after you did, a deep groan falling out of his mouth in a dragged out note when he spilled his seed inside of you, making you feel even fuller, your walls throbbing around his softening length.

Spent, you both fell back on the welcoming softness of the mattress with him still inside you. He landed on top of you, catching his breath while he rested his head on the crook of your neck while you wrapped your arm around him, your fingers carding through his damp locks.

“You’re amazing, Y/N,” he purred in hushed tones once he caught your breath.

Your brows furrowed in perplexity. “I didn’t do anything.”

He shook his head, pulling out and rolling away, his eyes between your thighs, watching as your mixed juices dripped down on the sheets. “I’m not just talking about your body and how you felt. That in itself is amazing, but I’m referring to everything that you are.”

You felt heat creeping up your neck, all the way to your scalp. Abashed, you covered your face with your hands. “Don’t say things like that. You’re making me a shy mess. Geez.”

“Hey, look at me.” He clucked his tongue when you didn’t move, taking your hands off of your face. When you finally did as you were told, he said, “I mean it. Sometimes, I can’t believe you’re real.”

“I should be saying that. You’re so kind to me, and I feel how much you care for me every single time you say or do something. And I’m just selfish, really.”

“No, you’re not?”

“I am, Sukuna. I want you all to myself from that time you first kissed me, but I didn’t really do much to make that happen because I’m also a wimp, so thank you for going the extra mile for me.” You smiled slightly, feeling your eyes fill with tears.

“Stop saying that.”

“But it’s true. You’re always the one putting in the effort.”

“Because I want to.” He suddenly sat up, pulling you by the arm to lift you up when you gasped, feeling a sudden jolt of pain at the base of your back and the joints on your thighs at your sudden movement. “What’s wrong?” he asked, alarmed.

You raised a finger, moving on the mattress on your own while you held onto his arm for support. “Give me a moment.”

Sukuna regarded you with wide eyes. “Did I hurt you?” He sat beside you, wrapping arm around your shoulder and soothingly rubbing your arm. “Are you aching anywhere?”

“A bit, but it’s the good kind.” You smirked at him. “You’re amazing,” you said, imitating his tone earlier when he said you’re beautiful, your eyes traveling to his crotch. “You wrecked me, my love.”

He didn’t know whether to laugh or be upset. “You say the most outrageous things and it doesn’t help that you don’t hold back either.”

“Too shocking?” you offered.

“Scandalous!” he quipped, chuckling and you joined in on the laughter, the merry sound breaking through the stillness. “Can I carry you now?”

“Sure.” You lifted your arms, latching onto his neck, letting him take you to the bathroom.

“Let’s wash up and take a dip.”

You nodded and let him have his way around you, standing on the shower stall with him as he did everything while you just held onto him, your legs still wobbly. He kissed you on the cheek, the action soft and delicate, filling you with happiness. You can’t believe he is real.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he spoke against your skin.

You pulled away from him, placing your hand on either side of his face, and with a triumphant smile, you said, “I’m not. Never will be.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more. Don’t argue.” You pecked him on the lips.

Sukuna beamed at you toothily. “Alright, sweetheart.”

He carried you out of the bath and out of the sliding doors that led to the hot spring, setting you down into the water carefully as if you’d break if he didn’t take caution. The hot water felt glorious on your skin, immediately melting the knots of your muscles as you sat between his legs, both of you submerged chest-deep.

“Damn, that feels good,” you sighed, mollified as you leaned against Sukuna’s broad chest, closing your eyes in bliss. “I can stay here forever.”

“Are you talking about the hot spring?”

“Yes and no,” you said without hesitation. “The water feels nice, but it wouldn’t be complete without you holding me.”

“You’re being sweet now after bossing me around earlier?” He wrapped his arms around you, placing his chin on your shoulder. “We can always come here when we both have free time. And I’ll always hold you like this.”

“I like that.”

“I love you,” he mumbled, nuzzling on the spot below your ear and breathing in deeply. “You smell divine.”

“I know. I smell like you.”

“Thank heavens then cause that’s what seemed to lure you to me,” he kidded.

You just smiled, reaching blindly to place your palm on his cheek, trying to get a semblance of reality although it was already staring you in the face, the emotions and sensations he has making you feel very much real, but you seem to be in a dream state, unable to come to terms with the fact that spring has finally come for you in the person of the man whose arms held you tight and close to his heart.

“Sukuna…”

“Yes, my love?”

“Thanks for existing."

-THE END-

So, I made Megumi's mom's name here "Miriai." I made her an OC because I can't just keep referring to her as "she/her." It's quite confusing. I hope this doesn't bother anyone. I cringed, too, trust me.

Okay, Toji is also OOC here. Haha! I went all the way with conjuring these characteristics and since Sukuna, my love, is super soft here (he has cherry blossom tats XD), why not Toji, too?

Anyway, I would like to say thank you to everyone who read this fic! Stay tuned for more. Love you guys :)

Additional notes are available in the masterlist, particularly on the reasons why I wrote some things the way I did.

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

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