#but gojo is SLICED THE FUCK IN HALF and i do not see that same energy

[justwinginglife]

I do too many of these, I’m just dubbing them “Han’s LNT” (late night thoughts) now because it’s not a fic, it’s just the filthy expanse of my mind being laid bare lmao. Anyway enjoy! (And yes, it’s nsfw because it’s Gojo fucking Satoru- I can’t think about the man without being utterly soaked)

Gojo’s been taking his shirt off the moment he gets home from work every day. Not because he’s exhausted or because he’s ready for a shower or because he’s hot (even though, yes, he is HOT 😋). No- he’s taking his shirt off because he knows it drives you insane.

Maybe you’re FaceTiming your friend when he comes home, but the second you see him walk through the door, slicked abs in full view, you’re dropping your phone in shock and then suddenly diving for it, clumsily trying to hang up on your friend before she gets a glimpse of him. Maybe you’re washing dishes and you glance up as you hear the door swing open only to accidentally let the sink overflow when he saunters in and winks at you like the cocky bastard he is and now you’re actually literally PHYSICALLY wet for him and the kitchen is a mess. Maybe you’re touching yourself because he said he’d work late tonight and you can’t stand the thought of him being gone so long so you imagine him teasing your pretty, little clit with his long, slender fingers and when he walks in half naked and your eyes settle on him, you can’t help but groan and come all over yourself, imagining it’s his abs you’re dripping all over.

And you obviously don’t mind him stripping the second he steps foot in the home you’ve built together, but you know he does it just to be a little shithead. Just so he can bully his way through your slicked up pussy a moment later, murmuring in your ear, “All it takes is showing off a little bit of skin and you’re already so wet for me like the perfect little slut, huh, baby? Tell me- just how long have you been waiting for me to come home and ruin your gorgeous cunt?” And even though he knows it’s not just a “little bit of skin” that he’s showing, you’re ashamed to say that even if it was just a little bit of skin, it’d show the same results. God, even his forearms turned you on, with his veins carving delicious paths down his smooth skin. You were sure you could even come from just seeing his shoulder blade. So the amount of sheer power he had over you was, in fact, infuriating.

But all’s fair in love and war.

The next time he came home to tease you, you flashed your tits at him for a mere second, allowing him to properly drop to his knees, mouth agape, before dashing down the hallway, like you were playing some game of tag.

He thought he’d been kind to you. At least when he stripped for you, he stayed stripped. The audacity you had to share a slice of heaven with him and then take it away….

Oh, he was NOT letting you sleep tonight.

[epickiya722]

If folks can make theories about and how Gojo can come back, you better not shut down the folks who do the same for Nobara otherwise I am sideyeing the fuck out of you.

[kkonpuki]

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

Pairing :: Gojo Satoru x F!reader ** **

Genre // Highschool AU , fluff , comedy , slice of life

Warnings // cursing , gojo doing the impossible

Summary // Y/n, the student console president dislikes Gojo. His goofy ass keeps getting in trouble and thinks everything is a joke. Gojo purposely does this just to get the President's attention. 

w.c // ≈ 2k

“Gojo Satoru, no running in the hallways!” Y/n screams in frustration.

“I warned you but I guess you didn’t listen” Gojo’s friend named Geto walked past her, wrapping his arm around the friend. 

“Let’s just peacefully go to lunch.” He requests.

 “Fiiiinnnneee. So boring!!” Gojo whines while pushing his glasses up making Y/n want to slap him. Y/n sighs and walks to the student council room, ready to work on papers. Being the President of the school is pretty hard but a student here named Gojo makes it even more hard. She sat down at her desk, picking up the stamp to approve a stack of documents that are required. Minutes passed and soon you knew it, it was the next class period. Y/n’s stomach growled. 

“Sorry buddy, this was more important. We can eat at home.” She grabbed her books to her next class and ran to the classroom. She highly disliked this class since the student Gojo, was also in the same class. He makes it harder for the teacher to simply teach. She pities the teacher. She sat down on her prefered desk which was in the back of the classroom, next to the window. As the bell rang, the teacher began the lesson. Twenty minutes have passed which was barely half of the class period. 

“Sorry I’m late, teach!” The white haired male slammed open the door causing a couple people to flinch. 

“Mr. Gojo, you have been twenty minutes late. Give me a reason why you were this late.” The teacher sighed. 

“Well you see, Y/n, the President gave me a whole tone of shit work and shoved them in my ass. She’s so mean!” He pouted. 

“Young man! Language!” Y/n stood up from her desk. The students around her eyes in fear, feeling the dark aura around her. 

“I never gave you work! You’ve crossed the line, using me as an escape goat. Meet me at the Student Console room after school ends.” She slammed her hands on the desk showing her rage. How the hell can he even say that shit!?

“Gojo, I will be seeing you after class” The teacher sighed. 

“Go sit.” The teacher instructed. Gojo nodded and followed his directions without a word. 

“Um, anyways..” He continued his lesson as if nothing ever happened. The whole entire class period, Gojo was taking glances at the President. 

“You are also seeing me after the end of school.” Y/n spoke out in a whisper, eyeing him.

-

The school day finally has ended and Y/n has been waiting in the room, sitting at her desk. The door finally slid open, revealing the white haired boy. Y/n realized how tall he is looking at him at this angle. She hasn’t paid any attention to his features whatsoever. 

“Sit down here.” She instructed the male, pointing at the empty chair that was in front of her. He nodded and sat down as he was told. 

“You shit haired bastard. Why did you lie about that in class?” She asked straight forward, trying to hold in her anger. 

“I was just curious about what you would do” He smiled in a joking way thinking it was funny. Y/n bit her lip, trying to conceal her rage and sighed. 

“You lied to a teacher. That could’ve gotten you a detention or something just for simply lying, especially towards a teacher” 

“I did get detention actually” He smiled. 

“Why are you always putting up that fucking smile!?” 

“It’s because..” He placed his hand on Y/n’s. 

“I love seeing the expressions you make for my actions. I take pleasure in them and it makes my heart race” He smiled once again. She slapped him,   done with his bullshit. A red hand print appeared on his cheek. 

“Don’t take this shit as a joke, Gojo. I know that you have played with many ass girls and even boys. I have no idea how they fall for it but they do. Gojo, if I see you doing something that is not permitted in this school, that will be a big punishment for you. That is my final warning, Shit hair.”

She pointed at the door telling him to leave without any words. His face had no emotion as he stood up and left. 

The whole time he was explaining his actions, the girl's heart was beating hard, causing her to panic that it might pop out of her chest. To be honest, she had feelings for him since middle school but tried to drop it since he was a bad influence. But, it didn’t go away. The only thing she could do now is hate him and shove work in her face hoping that this strategy could distract her with her feelings. She placed her palm on her chest, face burning up. She repeated the words that came out of his mouth again and again in her mind. She wonders what will happen the next day since she mentioned ‘punishment’. 

-

It’s lunch time once again. Y/n finished all her work meaning that she actually has time to eat at the school required time. As she was entering the cafeteria, a chicken came running out of the door causing her to widen her eyes in confusion. She chased the chicken, wrapping her hands around it and lightly pressing it towards her chest to hold it, trying not to hurt it once she got her hands on it. All sorts of noises were coming inside the room and she ran in questioning what the big commotion is about, already having a hint. 

Chickens. Everywhere. There were people getting chased by the chickens while there were people playing with the chickens and then there were people chasing the chickens. In the middle of the room, Gojo had many bags in his arms and three chickens were inside one of them. 

“GOJO SATORU!!” Y/n screamed at him. All eyes went on Y/n as the words echoed in the massive room. 

“OFFICE RIGHT NOW!” She turned back, walking to her office with the chicken still in her arm. As she was walking away, she heard the students in the cafeteria going, ‘oooo’ towards, of course, Gojo. She heard footsteps behind her which she guessed was probably the shit haired bastard. How the hell can he pull this immature move, especially in High School!? Where the hell did he even get the chickens!? You know what, it’s Gojo being his stupid self, getting his ass in trouble every day, ever minute. 

Y/n has entered the classroom which was labeled, ‘Student Console Room’ which basically was her office. She has pulled many people to talk to in situations but obviously, this was something new. She herself doesn’t even know what to say but just, ‘Why!?’. She sat down at her area as Gojo walked in, hands in his pockets with the bag of chickens behind his bag. She placed the chicken on the desk and it sat there, obediently. 

“Sit down.” She demanded as he sat down on the floor. 

“No, not there. Over here. It’s common sense!” She inhaled, trying to calm herself as Gojo lightly scoffed and did what he was instructed to do. 

“Sooo, why did you call me here?” He questioned innocently knowing full damn well whats up. 

“Don’t act stupid with me, Gojo” She stood up, slamming her hands on the desk which he didnt flinch. 

“Ohh, the chickens? My friend who lived on the farm that moved here gave some to me to keep as a pet and I wanted to show my friends each one, anything wrong with that~?” He hummed, causing Y/n to get even more frustrated than she already was. 

“Cut the fucking bullshit Gojo. Why the hell do you keep causing trouble for yourself!? I don’t want you to get in trouble whatsoever but it’s so fucking hard if you can’t just simply follow what everyone else is doing. They are all eating, correct? So go eat! What’s so fucking hard Gojo!?” She bit her lip, as tears threatened to come out because of the frustration. 

“Satoru.” He spoke up. 

“What?” Gojo stood up and took off his glasses, placing them down on the desk. He leaned in closer to face Y/n. His eyes were so detailed to the point that she thought he wasn’t human. His blue eyes sparkled at her own e/c eyes which were so- bland. At that moment, she was kind of embarrassed to be looking at him since her eyes were not so detailed like him. 

“Call me Satoru” He leaned in, placing his soft lips on the girls. She was shocked at first, not a single thought of pushing him away and closed her eyes, deepening the kiss. He broke the kiss, taking a deep breath of air in his lungs. He looked down at Y/n at her figure, her face was flushed red making him laugh, wanting to never forget this expression of hers. 

“I’ve only seen Y/n’s angry, embarrassed, anxious, happy expressions but never this one”

“S-shut up..”

“I want to see more of them. Y/n, the reason why I get myself into trouble is because I have feelings for you. I want you to keep scolding me until the only think you can think of is if I will do anything bad each second, everyday. I love you so much that I will do anything to gain your attention even if it would get me in trouble.” He spoke his feelings out. 

“Shit haired..” She bit her lip as Gojo smiled. 

“Yes, President?” She looked away from him. 

“I-I also have feelings for you, since Middle School actually. I just.. Didn’t want to focus on that since I prioritize my work so I used work and anger to distract myself” She embarrassingly exposed herself to him, making him use his hand to make her look directly at his orbs. She looked down at the floor since it was her only option, resulting in Gojo whining. 

“Look at me,” He smiled. She gave in and finally looked at him.

“This is honestly the weirdest way to result into this but, would you like to be my girlfriend?” Y/n lightly laughed, Gojo’s eyes shining at how she looked since she looked absolutely gorgeous.

���Yes! I would love to be your girlfriend! I’ve been dreaming for years!” She leaned her forehead on his.

“But, that doesn’t mean that you get to get away with what you did with the chickens.” She warned him as the chicken on the desk who was still sitting there yelled out a yelp. Gojo took a quick glance at the chicken and nodded.

“Haha, of course. I could easily deal with that!” He smiled, pecking his girls lips, claiming them.

“You shit haired bastard. I love you, Satoru.” She smiled warmly.

“OMG! Congratulations on getting her as your girlfriend Gojo!” Geto came inside the room, holding a camera and a chicken.

“You fucking bitches-”

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i was insp by the manga/anime maid sama since i loveeee the story line. the manga was *chef kiss*. i hope you all enjoyed this for i have been working hard on this even tho this wasnt much since im a procrastinator but i enjoyed writing this! im still finding ideas on how to express my layout on things. to the people who are reblogging and liking, tysm! you give me motivation to keep writing :D <3. you can also request stories you want to see (fluff pls im learning on writing smut since its hard for me) Byebye and take care!

[nanaminokanojo]

Allies | Gojo Satoru X You

CHAPTER COUNT: 1/1

WORD COUNT: 1,446

GENRE: angst | slice of life | oneshot | drabble

TRIGGER WARNING: profanity

SPOILERS: n/a

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“Marry me.”

It took a lot to throw you off of your established equanimity. Even greater to move you in any way. And yet, those two words, uttered so fucking plainly to you as if it was a matter of conversation about the weather, was enough to elicit a profound reaction from you. It wasn’t really the words. No. It wasn’t even the manner in which it was said. To people like you, marriage proposals come as early as parents see it fit being members of the top three clans in the country. It was an economic proposition with no room for emotional sentimentality.

However, it had everything to do with the person saying it, and he always manages to throw you off.

You could have sworn the world tilted from its axis momentarily when he uttered the words. Your hand tightened on the rail surrounding the terrace as if to brace yourself from the sudden imbalance in the universe. The moment the final syllable left his lips, you expected a cataclysmic event to unfold before your eyes beginning with a massive explosion or perhaps the earth beneath your feet suddenly splitting in half. None of those things happened apart from the sudden rushing of the warm, summer breeze that punctuated the silence which followed.

“Didn’t you hear me?” he asked. You were sure he had a disapproving look on his face. After all, he always criticized your apathy and overall obliviousness. It was evident in his tone, too.

“I did.” Finally, you spoke.

“Then –”

You faced him, letting go of the balustrade to fold your arms over your chest, finally meeting his blue gaze. “The question is, out of the army of girls coming after you, why did you choose to say those words to me and pose an affront to the general nature of our relationship?”

He staggered literally and figuratively at your words. “A-affront?”

“Violation, defilement, desecration…”

He rolled his eyes at you. “I know what the goddamn word means.”

“That may be the case, but should I reiterate what we are to one another, Gojo Satoru?”

You didn’t exactly know where you would start with Gojo and what he was exactly to you. If you had a version of a person you grew up with, that they were practically family but the similarities stopped there as you were the polar opposites of one another, it was him. And by god, how you detested one another. It was as if the two of you were born to oppose the other regardless of circumstance.

As children, you often bickered, and at the end of every single day you were with one another, one of you would always end up in tears. It was to the point that you both had childhood marks from injuries you’ve inflicted on one another – his being a scar on his left arm after he sustained stitches when you knocked him off the treehouse and yours being the same kind of injury, just on your left knee when he pushed you into a ditch.

Your animosity for one another did not fade in the least as you were growing up, and it did not help that you seemed to have become rivals being compared all the time. He’s better than you as cliché as that was. It’s a puzzle how your parents never thought of separating the two of you as far as they could, knowing just what the two of you were capable of doing to one another at the worst of your tempers.

However, eventually, there seemed to be a truce between the two of you which remained at present as you grew into adults. That was on account of the fact that you had common, close long-term friends and a bigger part of it was because he was a reflection of who you are. That turned into general indifference and mutual tolerance. He was a constant presence in your life, and you were the same in his.

You had every reason to believe he had forgotten about your existence, but you were wrong.

“We’re friends,” he offered.

“No, we’re not.”

Hurt crossed his features. “We should be, Y/N. I can imagine myself seeing you as more than just that.”

“And is that supposed to be the basis of our union as man and wife? I don’t know if the pressure has finally managed to break you, but you’re regrettably disenchanting.”

“Far from it.”

“Don’t fucking kid yourself.” You shook your head, disappointed. You expected a better response. “We’re just people forced to be in the same sphere by social dicta.”

Be that as it may, you understood where he was coming from. You’ve heard the elders talking, and, as the next generation heir to the most powerful family and its all-encompassing influence, he was always the content of conversations. Gojo Satoru this. Gojo Satoru that. You almost felt sorry for him when the news that his parents were looking for a bride candidate for him reached you. Everyone commented, congratulated him even. You didn’t say a thing. He may be your enemy but none of them understood what it was like belonging to the circles you moved in. All financial and material freedom but ironically caged in.

“It is exactly for that reason that I am asking you, Y/N. You get me. You know what it’s like.” He sighed, his usually energetic self nowhere in sight. He looked older for some reason, and maybe you did, too. It was somewhat scary seeing him being so intently serious. “You are right. There are other choices, but I can’t just drag another person into our prison. You understand that better than anyone.”

Your pupils constricted at that thought of his basis for claiming you knew better than anyone. You turned away from him again. “So, your solution is to reinforce that prison by merging our families together?” You laughed humorlessly. “You’re barking mad!”

He joined you by the balustrade, standing a few inches away from you. He smiled at you, the action almost genuine if it weren’t for the irritatingly unpleasant glint in his eyes whenever he was plotting something. “Or we can team up to break everything down and build it from the ground up. We’re both heirs to the two most powerful seats in this whole system. In time, we can change everything, but we need to help each other.”

“I’m barely on my legs trying to keep up with all the bullshit in my life since I gave up on Kento, and you want to add into it, too? You’re cruel, Satoru.” Your words were at odds to your lack of enmity towards him. None of what happened to you was his fault. If anything, he was the only one who understood you, too, the only one who had been there when you were dragged away into a plane to keep you away from the boy your parents didn’t see fit for you. You never spoke about it, but the silence between the two of you that time conveyed more camaraderie than the two of you can ever manage in action and words.

Gojo nodded. “Yes, Y/N. Allow me this last act of cruelty towards you. Because I need you and you need me, no matter how much you hate that. Allow me to use you, and I’ll let you use me. What I know, you will know. We’ll be equals and partners.”

Well shit, you thought to yourself. To others, you were bigger than life, people to envy and emulate. To each other, you’ve both been reduced to nothing but tools, as he had put it. But he was right and you found yourself nodding. You were in hell anyway. Why not make a bigger hell out of both of your lives?

Taking your eyes away from the view before you, you met his gaze, believing in all the possibilities that shone in them. You may dislike him because you saw so much of yourself, so much of the futile power you possessed in him. You abhor him because you two were individuals cut out from the same fabric no matter how much you opposed one another, and with that, you two weren’t made for happy lives. But you trusted and respected him to a greater extent than you were wont to admit.

“Come on, Y/N. Can you think of a stronger tandem?” he asked teasingly, seeing how your resolve was crumbling. “So, what do you say?” He extended a hand towards you, finally showing that shit-eating grin he sports more often than not to conceal his unhappiness, the counterpart of which was your outward hostility.

You shrugged, clapping his hand instead of shaking it. “I’m in.”

-END-

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© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI'S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [20210520]

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[daiseukiis]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ┊ 02 ┊ 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 ┊ 04

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⠀⠀⠀⠀"HERE, IT'S FROM YOUR SISTER." mizuki reaches out to gojo who passes by the hallway of the dorms. she was in her normal clothing, her off day. a dark blue sweater engulfs her body along with the black jeans and hair that was tied in a mess with a single clip. she took a few steps to catch up the male that walked pass her room.

"huh? what is it." gojo turns to face her, taking in her homey look before inspecting the white paper bag in her hands. mizuki brings it out for the sorcerer to grab as she straightens up her posture.

"she's doing well, she talked a lot about you when i visited." she explains and exhales softly, catching her breath after having a hectic schedule.

"my giri no ani and nephew?" gojo takes the bag and looks through the contents which his sister had brought him from overseas.

"he's still capable of protecting them and safe delivery to onee-san." she puts her hand on her hip, a defeated smile to see how after all these years there was still that small distrust he felt towards his in-law. 'what an overgrown protective goof.'

"snacks, photos and... a letter?" he grabs out the small white envelope for both of them to see.

"letter?" mizuki repeats after him and watches as he opens up the envelope to read what was written inside. seeing that her job to deliver the presents that his sister had bought for him, her presence there was no longer needed. it's not as if he also would share what was the contents in the letter either, so mizuki went to take her leave.

"alright, your turn." gojo hums.

"what?" mizuki snaps back, turning her head to face him after her hand just reached her doorknob. gojo walks towards the short figure, "where's my souvenir?"

"what?" she asks once again, she had to know that he was messing around because, well, this is gojo we're talking about. her face scrunched up her nose, filling her expression with confusion and mild taste of shock when he didn't respond in the next seconds that he was joking.

"you heard me, mizuki fuyusame." gojo stands tall in front of her figure, to the point mizuki had to stretch her neck more than usual to see his blindfolded face. he let's out a small chuckle as he watches her expression transition into a scowl.

'ugh, i hate being called by my full name.' it wasn't something gojo would do often, but he did have a knack for annoying the other sensei of their school. "what makes you think i bought anything for you?"

"our precious yukihana told me so." he takes a step back, smirking mischievously as he watches mizuki's face start to slowly pale as dust of pink appear on her cheeks. "then again, you never give them to me and just keep them stuffed in your closet."

'that's why all the souvenirs i buy disappear. it was mari's doing.' mizuki's palm lands on her forehead, causing strands of her hair to fall on to her face. she really needed to fix her appearance right now, but dismissed that fact. groaning, she looks straight at gojo with full confidence.

"i didn't buy you anything, now leave me alone." clasping her hand onto her hair clip, she releases her silky brown locks so it would fall down her waist, stuffing the clamp into her hoodie's pocket. mizuki's wrist turns to open her door and leave, that was until gojo catches her attention.

"are you sure about that? what's this then." he holds up a light beige button up shirt in front of her, making her turn to look back at him. eyes went wide the moment it fell on the article, reaching out for the shirt only for him to bring it higher to a point which she couldn't reach.

"that's for me!" mizuki tries to jump up for the shirt, it was still too high for her to reach. 'stupid tall bastard!'

"mens size?" he hums out. mizuki who had given up trying to take back the shirt took a step back, crossing her arms and staring at the blindfolded man, "clothes have no gender. what does it being in the mens section have anything to do with what i wear?"

"how about wearing my shirts next then?" he took a step closer to mizuki as he plants a hand beside her head, trapping her between the suddenly closed door and his body. the smirk on his face was once more teasing the female, one which she quickly mirrored back.

"the same one you're wearing that's going to have a hole in it?" mizuki's hand gently laid atop gojo's chest, above his heart as she inches her face closer to his. her lips even centimeters away from touching his, tension built up.

"my pleasure, but let me kill you first."

"you never cease to give me chills."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"as much as i would love to stay and watch your teamwork flourish, i got some business to attend to." gojo grins and waves his hand to his four students who stare at him.

their mission was around the outskirts of shizuoka prefecture, many said that there were paranoia activity happening in the abandoned school building just right behind them. this was the mission mizuki had mentioned that day before.

"fuck off, you just didn't wanna be here for this mission." kiyara quickly swears at her sensei, eyes and lips flat as she knew this was just some sort of facade for the said man so he could go sugar hunting. if anything, she was confused exactly how he didn't develope diabetes yet with his sweet tooth.

"bingo! but you're all more than capable of clearing a grade two mission." gojo gives them a thumbs up along with his grin to brighten up their gloomy atmosphere.

to say the least the weather was completely terrible. rain clouds were approaching to the point it looked like even a storm was brewing, despite the fact it was morning. they were going to kill off curses in a shady abandoned school, to top it off, their sensei was irresponsible and decided he would leave his students up to the task as he goes to buy souvenirs while they could possibly die.

all was so dandy for him.

"i'm going to seriously punch you." fushiguro declares.

"anyways, i'll be back to pick you four up." turning on his heels he waves out to them.

"we got this. just go do whatever the hell you want and by the time you get back here, we'll already be out eating ramen." kiyara mirrors his actions, walking past her colleagues and towards the building.

"oh? is that some sort of encouragement for your classmates?" gojo glances behind him, looking to see any sort of reaction from her or even the rest of his students.

"no," stopping a few steps from her three classmates, she turns her head back to lock eye contact with her sensei ( or so she hoped she did ) and sends a smile. "just a fact."

'wow, she's either really confident or really stupid.' kugisaki furrows her brows at kiyara, she knew her opinion on her was a questionable one. but then again, maybe this was how all tokyo girls acted. she never really could put a certain thought on her.

"let's go." fushiguro was the first to follow her lead, the two catching up to them as they entered the building.

"this is one creepy school." kiyara states as she inspects the dark halls. her eyes look around to see if there were any curses that were lingering, while fushiguro's divine dogs continue to sniff them out.

"it's abandoned for a reason." fushiguro comments back at kiyara who lets a nervous giggle out.

"so, what was up with this place again?" itadori watches as shivers run down his spine, witnessing kiyara throw a dagger straight into fourth grade curse head without blinking an eye. both him and kugisaki give each other glances, this was different than the kiyara they first met.

"missing teens that would dare each other to come, appearently screams at night and moving shadows. the basics." picking up the cursed dagger on the wall after disposing of the curse, she slid it back by her right thigh.

"there's not a lot of curses here." kugisaki looks throughout the place, she too, threw a nail and slammed it with her hammer to exorcise a low grade curse.

"isn't this is a grade two mission?" itadori ponders and stares through ruined classroom windows, desks were broken and was completely dusted. 'probably been over fifteen years since someone last used this place...'

"it's in the gym." their advances came to a stop, fushiguro's divine dogs growling and barking at the door sealed with chains in front of them. itadori was the first to react, walking forwards and effortlessly kicking the metal door with ease. both doors fly across the gym auditorium causing dust to fly around the dimly lit room.

"what the hell does he eat?!" kiyara's mouth drops, kugisaki standing behind her also adds on, "right?! that isn't normal! it's freakishly weird! to top it off he chomped down sukuna fingers!"

"it was only backed up with aluminum metal and it's just old." itadori turns around and gives them a blank look, blinking as he scratches the nape of his neck.

"like hell that changes anything!" they scream.

"help me! please!" their eyes dart to a high school girl, one that seemed to be older than them. even in the dark, they can see the tint of blue that coloured her hair. a curse was holding her by the neck while their nail was stabbing through her waist.

"it has a hostage!" fushiguro screams out as all four of them run in only to be greeted with multiple lower grade curses.

"the gym's infested!" kugisaki brings out more of her nails, itadori grabbing hold of his slaughter demon as kiyara takes out her daggers.

"yuji, you're with me!" kiyara grabs hold of the pinkett's foresleeve and makes him dash with her towards the hostage.

"wait!ー huh? why are they suddenly fighting each other?" itadori stares at the scenes where a few curses had start to fight and destroy each other, confusing him. "is this your jujutsushiki?"

"faded." kiyara and itadori quickly split when a curse separates them, but suddenly it got confused when they 'disappeared' from it's sight. in complete sync the teenagers cut each arm off from both sides and sliced it in half before continuing.

"it let's me to make illusions and change my presence." she threw her daggers at the head of curse causing it to fly back, as itadori did the finishing touches by slicing it by the fingers and thrusting his weapon right through.

"that's pretty cool!" he grins and catches the hostage that fell into his arms, she instinctively wrapped her limbs around his body as itadori carried her bridal style.

"thank you so much... i was so scared." the girl hugs on to itadori, tears seeping through her deep forest hues as he crouches down on the floor, setting her to the ground. "you'll be fine now, onee-san."

'wait, this seems too easy...' kiyara picks up her daggers which were indented on the floor of the gym, throwing it once more for a curse to fade away. she felt something wrong with the scenery, like something was missing from the big picture.

'something's off.' she wasn't the only one that felt different about this mission, kugisaki and fushiguro were unsettled about the amount of low grade curses which grouped together.

'my shikigamo are still picking up curses, but where?' fushiguro watches as his one dog chewed the remaining corpse of a curse, the other growling in attack mode. he raises his brow, looking towards the direction it was barking at.

his eyes fell on itadori, kiyara and the girl they saved. he saw the tears which fell to the floor which glistened through the gloomy room. but from closer inspection, something moved around them, chains started to move.

"shit! she's a cursed spirit!" fushiguro screams to their direction as his heart starts to pound, no, no. eyes widen when his connected with kiyara's amethyst hues that were only filled with late realization. he tries to run to them, hand out to try and grasp her body.

"smart cookie, aren't ya?"

tags ; @to-move-on-means-to-grow @dearsukuna @sukun4s @inumakiful

notes ; these are probs gonna be all qued bc im lazy

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