#curse user gojo

[dinjoyer]

Some Curse User Gojo musings I had. Featuring my OC (Fuuka) in the second pic :P

[almorina-aaa]

Man Gojo as a curse user would be interesting

I’ll probably digitise this later on

[romiiarts]

(on going)

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The cursed treasure hunt||

reserved au rp with @demon-blood-youths

"Anything yet?" Megumi blinks to hear this but he looks from his cell phone. He didn't know what was going on, giving the thought that something might have happened. Gojo was told Kisho still was on his on going mission to find the cursed items that came from that party. However, it leaves another wondering what was going on. He did have some help along the way so it was something.

Right now, Megumi was told by Gojo to check on him but he was not answering the text messages he sent a while ago. "I don't think so. I can try to call him and see if he can answer the phone instead. Or maybe something is effecting the signal."

"I guess that's possible but give it a shot." Yuji said. Megumi nods and goes to do that, seeing Kisho's number and hits speed dial and waits for him to find something.

"I'm sure they are fine you two..just call them and we will see their fine." Nobara said. Miko agrees hoping they were alright. She wanted to go with them but she was still on stand by to recover.

"S..same here..." she mutters seeing Megumi still waiting for Kisho to pick up.

[thundersbugs]

pocket sized murder bfs <3

+ no blood version under the cut :)

[k-nayee]

Cursed in the Spider-Verse JJK x Spider-Verse ii

wc: 3.7k a/n: lol, once again a part-two series became part three.

Jujutsu Kaisen x Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

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The doors to the Jujutsu High teachers’ lounge slammed open so hard they bounced back with a loud bang.

Nanami's brow rose in irritation from his seat at the table with the daily newspaper in hand while Yaga paused in his knitting, his fingers halting over the newest cursed doll he had been conjuring up.

Even Gojo, who was laying sideways on the couch with a cup of bubble tea, tilted his head curiously at the sudden intrusion.

Itadori stumbled in first, his breaths ragged, his face pale as his wide eyes darted around the room. Megumi followed close behind, his shoulders stiff with tension.

The previous warmth that filled the lounge stilled instantly.

"Heyyy!" Gojo's sing-song voice was the first to break the silence. "Look at you two! Did ____ beat you up in training or something?” His usual playful tone carried a smirk as he added, “Don’t tell me my favorite kouhai is out there gloating while you come running to cry like sore losers.”

At the mention of your name Itadori froze mid-wheeze, his eyes going wide. He opened his mouth but no words came out.

Gojo’s smirk faded instantly, the playful edge in his tone faltering. "What happened?"

Nanami set down his papers with deliberate care as his narrowed gaze looked between the boys. Yaga had leaned back in his chair at this point, his usual firm expression growing darker as he took in the sight of them.

Itadori ran a shaky hand through his hair. "She...she's—"

“Move, move, move! Let me through!”

Nobara stormed in, dragging a thoroughly exasperated Maki behind her. The spectacled teen's hair was slightly mussed, her usually neat uniform wrinkled as she scowled.

“The fact I let you to drag me along this shit...” Maki muttered darkly, her voice laced with irritation.

“Yeah yeah whatever. You'd do anything for ____,” Nobara replied dismissively, her arms loaded with shopping bags.

Seconds later Panda and Inumaki followed them also carrying an array of bags. Panda, grinning like a child, sported a fuzzy white sweater that seemed just a size too small.

Meanwhile Inumaki had a pair of sleek sunglasses perched on his nose making him look unbothered and far too cool for the chaos he’d walked into.

“Yo! We’re back!” Panda announced proudly, holding up his bags. “Check it out—look at this sweater! So stylish right?”

“Salmon,” Inumaki added with a nod of approval, adjusting his sunglasses.

Nobara ignored them, her sharp eyes scanning the room until she landed on Megumi and Itadori. Her brow furrowed immediately.

“Speaking of ____, where's my favorite partner-in-crime?” she asked as she dropped the bags unceremoniously to the floor. “I found the cutest top and sweaters for her—she's gonna love it!”

Itadori flinched again, his face twisting into an expression of pure guilt. The silence that followed her question was deafening.

Nobara’s playful tone vanished in an instant. “Where is she?” she demanded, her voice sharp.

Megumi took a deep breath in attempt to keep his voice low and controlled. “The mission we were sent on...The Grade 2—”

“Grade 2?!” Itadori interrupted, his voice rising as his frustration boiled over. “It was not a Grade 2! That thing was way above our level—”

Thunk!

Nobara slammed her fist down on Itadori’s head making him stumble forward. “Shut up and let him finish idiot!”

Itadori groaned rubbing the back of his head. “Fine fine…”

The argument sparked a chain reaction.

“What kind of curse was it?” Maki asked sharply.

“Why didn't you call for backup?” Panda chimed in a scolding way.

“Salmon roe,” Inumaki added pointedly.

“Shut the hell up. All of you!”

The voice was gruff and mocking, its origin unmistakable as everyone turned their attention to Itadori’s cheek.

Sukuna’s mouth curled into a wicked grin, his crimson eye gleaming with malice.

“Finally,” he sneered, “I thought I was going to have to listen to you brats cry all night. The little broad? Yeah, she got sucked into a portal by a curse way out of your league.” He chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with derision. “Not that it matters. She’s probably dead by now.”

The room froze.

For a second no one moved. The weight of Sukuna’s words hanging in the air like a guillotine un—

“WHAT?!” The uncharacteristic outburst came from Inumaki, his usual restraint shattered in an instant.

"Dead?!" Nobara wailed, her arms flailing dramatically as she dropped her shopping bag. "Are you serious?! She’s not—she can’t be—”

“Shut up!” Maki’s voice cut through the chaos as she slammed a hand down on the table, her sharp glare pinning Sukuna in place. “What the hell do you mean ‘out of our league’?”

“Exactly what I said four-eyes,” Sukuna sneered, his gaze flicking lazily to her before settling back on the panicked group.

“Enough.”

The single word came from Yaga whose firm tone silenced the room instantly. His expression remained unreadable, but those who truly knew him noticed the subtle tightening of his jaw.

Megumi took a deep breath. “The curse...”

All eyes returned to ravenette. He looked down for a moment to collect his thoughts before raising his gaze once again.

“It wasn’t like anything we’ve fought before—much stronger than we anticipated," he began. "It could manipulate dimensions. The curse called itself Masato."

Nanami, who had remained silent up to this point, straightened slightly. "Masato? That name sounds familiar..."

"It wasn't normal," Megumi continued, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. "It opened a portal right under her. We tried to stop it, but…” His voice trailed off as his composure wavered.

“She was gone,” Itadori finished weakly, voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo’s posture was unusually still. Even with his eyes covered, his displeasure was clear to see.

"Sukuna."

The atmosphere was cold, tense as Gojo turned his head toward Itadori—or more specifically toward the grinning mouth on his cheek. “You seem to know more than you’re letting on. Care to share with the class?”

Sukuna's mouth curled into a mockingly thoughtful smirk. "Maybe I do....maybe I don't."

The tension in the room grew so thick it was almost suffocating.

“Oh come one…” Gojo’s voice was light, though the edge in his tone was unmistakable. "This is the child of the Principle of Tokyo's Jujutsu High we're talking about! You’re really gonna tear this poor man’s family apart like that?”

Gojo tilted his head slightly toward Yaga who remained stone-faced. But the slight clenching of his hands as they rested on the desk betrayed the concern he wasn’t voicing

Sukuna’s grin widened. “Child huh? Could’ve sworn she was adopted.”

The air shifted.

Gojo took a step closer,his tone dropping to a dangerous calm. "Sukuna," he repeated the King of Curses name.

Sukuna chuckled tauntingly. "Or what? You’ll fight me? That's cute."

Gojo’s expression didn’t change, but a faint hum of cursed energy crackled in the air around him.

“If you know anything about how to get her back you’ll tell us,” he said, his voice colder now. There was no room for argument in his voice—it was an order.

The room felt frozen, it felt almost too tense to even breathe as the two powerhouses sized each other up.

For a moment Sukuna simply stared at Gojo, the grin never faltering. Then he let out a sinister laugh. "Fine fine. I'll tell you something...for a price."

"A price?" Gojo's gaze darkened, and a faint hum of cursed energy crackled in the air around him.

Sukuna's grin widened. "Nothing in this world is free Satoru. You want her back? It’s gonna cost you. And trust me…” His voice dropped, almost a purr. “The price won’t be cheap.”

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The cool night air nipped at your skin as you climbed in through Miles’ window, his hand firmly on the small of your back to help steady you.

He moved quickly, already crouching inside his dimly lit room as he pressed a finger to his lips.

“Shh!” he whispered barely above a breath. “Just a heads-up, my parents are not only super light sleepers, but also not cool with the whole sneaking-a-girl-through-my-window thing. So y’know, the whole interdimensional-traveler-from-an-anime-universe thing would probably make their heads explode.”

You shot him an unimpressed look, brushing the dust off your uniform as you landed softly on his carpet. “Noted,” you whispered back dryly as your eyes began to scan the room.

A small lone lamp in the corner casted a soft yellow glow over the space, illuminating the walls lines with posters of graffiti art, vibrant sketches, and a few music icons you vaguely recognized.

A cluttered desk sat in another corner, covered in half-filled sketchbooks, cans of spray paint, and what looked like a half-finished design he’d been working on.

The bed, unmade and covered in a navy-blue blanket, sat beneath a few shelves stacked with books, comics, and what looked like action figures.

Messy yes, but in a way that felt...lived in.

Miles scratched the back of his neck once he caught your staring, his lips twitching into a bashful smile.

“Uh yeah. Welcome to Casa Morales,” he gestures dramatically as he moved further into the room. “Not exactly Jujutsu High, but it’s home.”

You ignore his attempt at humor. Your body was still tense from the events of earlier, your mind racing to figure out where you were, what was going on, and—most importantly—who this boy was.

He offered you a small smile and gestured toward his bed. “You can sit here if you want.”

You didn’t move, choosing to stay near the window. “I’m fine standing. Just start talking.”

Miles blinked. “Right. Yeah. Okay, but first…” He reached up, tugging at the edge of his suit mask. And as the mask slipped off, you found yourself momentarily caught off guard once again.

The dim light in the room hit him differently.

His skin glowed warmly under the soft glow of the lamp and his honey-colored eyes sparkled with a kind of youthful energy that was hard to ignore. His hair was cut in a clean fade, the tight dark curls on top so fluffy and healthy it almost felt unfair.

He looked…boyish. Young. He couldn’t have been much older than you—sixteen at most.

And yet there was something about him that made you pause.

You realized you were staring, snapping yourself out of it, straightening and forcing your expression back into its usual guarded state.

“Stop stalling,” you fold your arms. “You still haven’t explained how you know everything about me.”

His smile turned sheepish.

“Fair point. Anyway, uh—come here!” He practically bounced toward the bookshelf above his bed.

You move over to his desk to lean against. “Alright Morales,” you said, quirking an eyebrow. “Let’s hear it.”

Miles didn’t answer right away. Instead he squinted his eyes, scanning the shelves with a focused expression before letting out a triumphant, “Aha!”

Pulling out a comic book, he holds it up like it was a trophy.

“This,” he said, his voice brimming with excitement. “This is how.”

You tilt your head as you step closer to get a better look. Edges slightly worn from use, the glossy cover of the comic stared back at you causing your breath to hitch.

It was you.

The artwork was stunning as it captured you mid-action. Your figure stood in the center of the page, fiercely staring down the viewer with a vague smirk tugging at your lips.

Your hands were outstretched with cursed energy crackling around you as the world behind you was frozen solid—time itself locked under your control.

The title in bold letters read: Jujutsu Kaisen Gaiden: The Path of ____

“…What the hell is this?” you muttered, reaching out to take the book from him.

“That’s you,” Miles said proudly, grinning ear to ear. “The Jujutsu Kaisen manga is huge here. Like...huge. This issue is a special one—a sort of in-between-arcs, and it’s one of my favorites. I mean look at you! You look so badass.”

You hesitated before flipping it open, the pages feeling oddly heavy in your hands. The first panel was a memory—a scene you could never forget.

It was the day Yaga—Masamichi—took you in. You couldn’t have been older than seven, your small hands clutching a scarf too big for your neck as he knelt in front of you, his face kind but serious.

Your chest tightened as you stared at the page. You flipped to the next panel, your stomach twisting as you saw more memories.

The years you spent with Megumi flashed by—how he would summoning his shikigami for fun before you had mastered your freezing techniques, how you both used to hide under the school steps when you wanted to skip chores.

Another page.

The moment you met Yuji for the first time, your staff swinging toward him as he dodged at the last second. You remembered the way he grinned at you as though he hadn’t been intimidated in the slightest.

The panels flowed like a movie reel, showing moments you had long thought belonged to you alone:

Late nights spent sneaking extra snacks from the school kitchen with Megumi. A quiet moment in the garden where you sat with Yuji, his head tilted toward the sky as he talked about his grandpa’s last words.

Things that had happened in private. Moments you’d only shared with your closest friends.

It was all there...everything was there.

“This...this isn’t possible,” you whispered, your fingers trembling as you turned the pages. “How did you do all this?”

Miles was quiet for a moment as he shifted on his feet. “It wasn't me,” he said cautiously. “It was an manga artist, his name is Gege Akutami. I told you—you’re a character in my world. People read about you.”

You stared at him then down at the book in your hands. It was too much. It was all too much.

But then you reached the final pages of comic and your heart sank. The fight with Masato—the curse that had dragged you into this mess—was laid out in shocking detail.

You could see every strike, every movement, every moment you had shared with Yuji and Megumi as the three of you fought....

And then the panel of you falling into the portal.

Your hand was outstretched, reaching for Yuji and Megumi as they desperately reached back. The expression on your face—fear, determination, and sadness—was captured so vividly it made your stomach turn.

“That’s…that’s where it ends,” Miles said softly, pointing to the panel. “No one knows what happens after that. Been a huge cliffhanger for months actually.”

You slammed the comic shut, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

“This is insane,” you muttered, your voice shaking. “How does your world know all of this? How can I be—” You stopped yourself, unable to even say the word.

“A character?” Miles offered gently. “I know it’s a lot. Believe me, I’d freak out too if I were in your shoes.”

You turned away as you clutch the book tightly. The fight, the portal, the look on Yuji and Megumi’s faces as you disappeared—it was all burned into your memory.

And now seeing it again, drawn on a comic page for strangers to consume as entertainment...

Before you could spiral too far, Miles grabbed your wrist and tugged you toward his desk.

“Hey hey—don’t get all gloomy on me now,” he said, his voice light and reassuring. “Let me show you something cool!”

You let him pull you along, your curiosity overriding the heaviness in your chest. He sits you down at his desk-chair and quickly wakes up his computer.

The screen flickered to life and he began typing furiously, pulling up tabs faster than you could process.

“Alright...check this out,” he said, spinning the monitor toward you.

You were met with endless fan art—your face in every style imaginable, from detailed realism to exaggerated chibi drawings.

One image showed you standing shoulder to shoulder with Megumi and Yuji, snowflakes falling around the three of you, while another depicted you mid-fight, your staff raised high and ice shards surrounding you like a storm.

“People love you,” Miles babbled as he scrolled through the images. “Look at this one—oh and this! And there are fan polls too. Like, tons of them. Who’s stronger, you or Gojo? Who’s your best ship? People even debate your favorite food. It’s wild!”

“Ship?” you echoed, leaning closer.

“Yeah, like who you’re supposed to end up with romantically.”

Your brain short-circuited for a moment, but before you could demand clarification, something on the screen caught your eye.

You point at the screen. “What’s that one?”

“Oh that’s a fan theory about your technique,” Miles explained, clicking on the post. “People think you’re gonna unlock some next-level time-freezing ability soon. They call it Chrono Dominion. Sounds pretty sick right?”

You could only blink. “I don’t even know what that is.”

Miles laughed. “Yeah well fans go crazy with theories. Oh and here’s your wiki page!” He clicked on another tab, revealing a detailed biography filled with stats, trivia, and even a popularity ranking.

You squinted at the screen, your voice flat. “Why does it say my favorite food is taiyaki? That’s not true.”

Miles grinned sheepishly. “Uh…artistic license?”

As he scrolled, a tab briefly flashed across the screen. Your caught glimpse of it made your brows furrow—Rule 34: ____ [NSFW], it blinked innocently among the others.

“Wait—what was that?” you asked, leaning forward and clicking.

Miles froze, his entire body stiffening as an array of pictures appear. “Nothing! It’s nothing!” he nearly shrieks, quickly closing the tab with a flustered expression.

Your eyes narrowed. “Was that…? Was that...hentai?!”

“No! No no no!” Miles said as he waves his hands frantically. His face flushed as he laughed nervously. “I mean not on purpose! It’s—it’s the internet! Stuff like that just happens! I wasn’t even looking at it—”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” You can feel your face heat up as you turn away horrified. “What are you, some kind of perv?”

“I’m not a pervert!” he exclaimed, practically falling out in desperation to defend himself. “I swear it wasn’t me—it was the algorithm!”

“Yeah the algorithm,” You mutter as you glare at him.

Desperate to change the subject Miles suddenly blurts out, “So! Anyway about the love triangle!”

“Love triangle?” Your glare softened slightly, replaced by confusion. “What love triangle?”

“You know,” he said, brightening. “The big Jujutsu Kaisen love triangle!”

You tilted your head, still not understanding. “You mean...between Gojo, Geto, and Shoko?”

Miles paused, looking at you like you’d just sprouted another head. “What? No, I’m not talking about—”

“I knew it!” you interrupted, your entire demeanor shifting in an instant. Your eyes lit up, sparkling with excitement as you leaned forward. “Me and Nobara totally have theories about them! Like, okay, listen—”

“Wait hold on—” Miles tries to cut in, “That’s not—”

“We’ve been piecing it together forever right?” you said, your excitement spilling over as you launched into full gossip mode. “The way Gojo and Geto used to look at each other? Please, there’s no way that was just friendship. And Shoko totally knows—she’s in on whatever they had going on. Like c'mon it's sooo obvious.”

Miles opened his mouth to object again but you weren’t done.

“Seriously,” your tone grew more animated. “There’s no way it was just a friendship. I mean, Nobara and I have been compiling clues for months. And then there was this one time Shoko made this offhand comment about how they used to share—”

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Miles finally interrupted, holding up his hands to stop your tirade. “First of all there is no Shoko in their relationship.”

You paused, blinking. “Wait...really?”

“Of course,” Miles said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Everyone knows Geto and Gojo are the OTP of the century—GGs for life. Nobody can come between that.”

“Oh...” Your shoulders slumped slightly, a pout forming on your lips. “So...you weren’t talking about them?”

“Nope,” He pops the p. “I was talking about the real love triangle.”

You frowned. “What real love triangle?”

Leaning casually against his desk, honey-colored eyes sparkled with mischief. “You know—the one between you, Itadori, and Megumi.”

The words hit you like a slap to the face. “Huh?”

“Yeah,” Miles continues nonchalantly. “It’s a huge deal in the fandom. Like one of the biggest debates in the entire series.”

Your jaw drops. “Wait hold on! What?! No no no! They’re my best friends! That’s it!”

Miles shrugged, clearly amused by your reaction. “Hey that’s how it starts. You spend all your time together, fighting side by side, sharing moments—all that good stuff. People can’t help but see the tension.”

“What tension?!” you demanded, your voice rising slightly.

“Exactly!” He snapped his fingers. “That’s what makes it so great. It’s subtle! It’s all in the looks and little moments. You don’t even realize it’s happening, but the fans? Oh they see it. The angst, the chemistry, the possibilities.”

You backed away, shaking your head as your mind spiraled into chaos. “When would there even be time for tension? Between fighting curses and almost dying, there’s no room for—” You cut yourself off with a groan.

Miles, utterly unbothered, grinned wider. “I mean you’ve got to admit you three are pretty iconic. A girl stuck between two dudes who are both crazy loyal to her? People eat that stuff up. Ultimate poly ship.”

Your jaw dropped. “Poly—what?! We're friends! That’s all! No one’s stuck between anyone!”

Miles raises an eyebrow like he didn’t believe you for a second. “You can be friends and still have romantic tension. That’s like half of anime.”

You pressed your hands to your temples. “Love? No. No way. It’s not like that. It’s never been like that!”

Miles just leaned against his desk as he continue to watch your internal meltdown. “Man I wish I could take a picture of this reaction. You’re so in denial. The fandom would eat this up.”

You glared at him, pointing your staff in his direction. “Say one more thing and I’ll destroy your stupid laptop.”

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Okay okay. But seriously though...you’ve got a lot of fans rooting for you. It’s kind of cool don’t you think?”

You groaned at his words. “I can’t believe this.”

Slumping into the desk chair, your head bury into your hands. “This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Miles smirked. “Worse than being sucked into another dimension?”

“…Okay, second worst.”

[yuesya]

Have you given any thought to an AU where Shiki activated her powers but her connection to the Gojo clan wasn't known or obvious? Like she was raised by her mother with an unknown father and maybe hide or lack distinct Gojo features. I imagine Nanami would try to shield her from the sorcerer world but eventually need help in dealing with her abilities.

In a world where the Nanami grandparents are less kind and believe in conservative jujutsu ideals, Nanami Shizuka and Nanami Kento grow up acutely aware of the jujutsu world.

Shizuka was neither born with the ability to see cursed spirits nor cursed energy of any note. She still meets Gojo Arata, still falls in love -but in this world Shizuka is more timid and fearful thanks to her grandparents' upbringing, and Gojo Arata bows to the pressure exerted upon him by his sister to marry a suitable partner for the good of the Tobiume family.

So when Shizuka discovers that she's pregnant with Arata's child, she runs.

Years later as a first year student in the Tokyo jujutsu school, Nanami Kento finds his sister living in a rural village with a young daughter. A daughter who looks nothing like either of her parents, but looks strikingly like Gojo Satoru instead -minus the eyes.

Shizuka doesn't want her daughter to become a sorcerer. The Gojo hair color can be hidden using hair dye, and for a while it seems that all will be well-

And then an accident leaves Shizuka dead and Shiki with glowing blue eyes.

[deathshallbethelastenemy]

where you go, i go (2)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)

TW⚠️: angst, toji being toji, reader thinks about killing someone, gojo is in his tweaked out enlightenment era soooooo gojo a little creepy and eerie

Part 2 of what you see, i see

She had been going through the motions for the rest of the day, she hadn't even bothered to stop by her school clubs, until she arrived home. A sickly sweet scent of pastries attacked her senses the second she entered. Her house doubled as a bakery for the first floor. It was a popular hang out place for people her age especially for couples. There was a parade of them this time - cheerful couples were already sharing their coffees and sugary pastries.

The universe was laughing at her. It had to be. Why else would there be so many happy couples in the store right now? It was pointing and laughing hysterically on the ground saying: "That's what you get for ignoring me! That's what you get for resenting my gift to you!" Because that's what a soulmate was, a gift. A rare and wonderful gift that no one believed in, except for those who have experienced it themselves, and she had lost it; lost him.

She almost cried on the spot.

Her mother waved gleefully from behind the register, her daughter seldom returned it as she went up the stairs. She dropped her school bag in her room besides her desk and, face first, flopped on her bed.

She closed her eyes. Nothing, there was nothing.

Her lip quivered as tears began to sting her eyes, but she couldn't cry. Not when her mother was expecting her to change and put on an apron and help as she always did after school. She could silently mourn him tonight.

She let out a shaky breath. Did she even have the right to mourn him? She had never met him or talked to him. Everytime she thought of him recently was only to insult him or dismiss him entirely. No, she did not have the right to mourn him and she deserved to feel empty on the inside.

She put on a clean apron and slugged her way down stairs with a smile as she took over her mother's place at the register. Her mom kissed the top of her head and beamed at her with a thumbs up.

She never understood why so many people hated working retail, but now, she did. She had to force a smile and treat every customer kindly, all the while, she was dying on the inside.

A man had come in. Tall and insanely buff, a scar on his mouth. He ordered the cheapest pastry on the menu and handed her a wadded up yen. Her blood turned cold when their fingers brushed.

Her mother quickly took the money away from her as she gave her a quick command to check on the oven in the back.

She swallowed and listened to her mom. Her steps were quick as she pushed the double doors that led to the kitchen, she hugged herself.

It was him. It had to be him. That was the man who killed Gojo Satoru. She reached for a knife and gripped it tight. She should kill him. Her soulmate was dead and he was the reason why. She should try and avenge him.

Sheshouldsheshouldsheshouldsheshould-

The oven blared next to her. Her head snapped to it as the knife clattered on the ground, and with shaky mitted hands she opened the oven, and took out the fresh pastries.

Those were dangerous thoughts; thoughts she never thought she would ever have against anyone. She took off the oven mitts and looked outside the circle window of the kitchen - he was leaving and her mother was watching him like a hawk, even when the bell rang sharply with a muffin in his mouth as he walked outside with the rest of the crowd. She didn't know what possessed her to run after him, but she did. Maybe, all she wanted to know was why he had killed Gojo Satoru. Maybe, she wanted this man to kill her too, so she wouldn't feel empty inside anymore.

A blur of a conversation as the words tumbled out of her mouth: "Why? Why did you kill Satoru?"

She didn't register anything other than his gruff voice, "Ah, he had a soulmate. If I were you I'd keep that information to yourself from now on." Uninterestedly, he continued, "You wouldn't want the Gojo clan to know about you. No doubt, they'll try to marry you off to another member of the clan." and then, kept walking.

She didn't hear the interest in his voice when he said to himself, "But she would be worth a lot of money if I did take her to them." He would negotiate a price first to see if he was right about her being worth any money. He would worry about that later, right now, he had a star plasma vessel to turn in.

A sharp tug on her arm is all that stopped her from running after him again.

"______! What were you thinking?" her mother gritted out as she led her back into the bakery. Her mother's voice is strict and unwavering, "Go to your room."

And she did.

She tossed the apron on her desk and kicked her school bag. How was she supposed to live like this with the rest of her entire life half-full?

A sob violently escaped her.

This was how everyone else in the world lived, she realized.

Aching and alone.

Desperate and searching.

Wanted and unwanted.

Now, she was just like everyone else like she had always wanted. She supposed, she couldn't complain.

She laid in bed, wrapped herself in a blanket - trying to keep warm, but she doubted, she'd ever feel warm again as she cried herself to sleep.

She dreamt about Satoru. Flashes of a long chain, of red, of purple, of blood, of a crowd clapping, of someone wrapped in a white sheet, of a long dark hallway.

The universe was laughing at her again. Why else would it give her dreams about him?

An uneasiness settled into her bones. Someone was watching her. The grim reaper, no doubt wearing the face of her soulmate's assassin. If death wanted her, so be it.

She kept her eyes closed.

She saw herself sleeping soundly in death's gaze. She saw the time pass through her window changing from sundown to night as death continued to watch her intently.

Hours had passed.

00:57:39

She wondered at what specific time the grim reaper would take her.

1:13:01

Did it want her to open her eyes?

1:13:10

Probably.

1:13:15

The grim reaper has been patiently waiting for her.

1:13:17

Why keep death waiting then?

1:13:20

Her eyes fluttered open.

Beautiful, vibrant cerulean blue.

It was not death. It was -

"Satoru," she whispered.

"______," he whispered back.

Satoru was sitting down on the floor extremely close to her bed with his legs crossed while his hands rested neatly on his ankles. There was dry blood on his face and on his white dress shirt.

Her mouth moved but no sound came.

"You were crying," he said as he caressed her cheek soothing his thumb along the trail of stained lines that her dried tears had left, "alot."

So, he had seen everything.

She put her hand over his and gently rubbed circles.

Satoru scooted closer to her bed, "I didn't like seeing you cry," his hand trailed up to her scalp, "or frown," and gently ran his fingers through her hair.

He laid his head down on her bed and stared at her with those vibrant, sparkling eyes; eyes that could see everything she could never see.

She touched his cheek gently, "I didn't like not feeling you."

Her whole body shivered. Satoru was here, in front of her, and she was still cold.

"Are you still cold?"

She nodded.

Never letting go of her, he kicked off his shoes and climbed under the blanket with her. He wrapped his legs around hers as her arms wrapped under his uniform jacket.

With his hand still tangled in her hair, he said, "Better?"

His heartbeat had returned to her. They were beating in unison again.

"Better," she hummed. "You?" She asked.

His lips pressed softly on her forehead, "Much better." He tugged her in closer into his chest.

She smiled.

She was warm again.

@whatamidoing89 @mr-underhills-things

Part 1: what you see, i see

Part 3: you know i adore you

Part 4: i'm crazier for you

Part 5: baby, you're the life of the party

Part 6: something's made your eyes go cold

[obsesssedblerd]

saw your post about suguru being such a smooth talker and started thinking about cult leader! suguru seducing both reader and satoru to his side 🤭🤭

ANON THIS IS WILD.

if you see this, tell me more. 👀

[aiai-cafe]

gojo and sukuna respectively being "the strongest sorcerers in history" is so funny because like, gojo was born with super myth freak eyes and his super power is ultimate control of the entire fucking universe, and sukuna's super power is be very good at cutting things. and somehow these two are equals. somehow sukuna is making it work

[teapotteakettle]

swap!AU

[satorusugurugurl]

I feel like absolute garbage 🙂‍↕️ despite that still writing my smut and I'm about to go suffer at work for eight hours wish my and my throat luck!

Oh, and y’all are gonna cream yourselves with this escort!reader fic I'm about to drop tonight 🥵

Side note: my hubby sent me to run some errands—i left for medication and came back with all the JJK manga so it's on sight I need to know who the lawyer man is!!!

[tojiscrack]

JJK 271 MENTION

“dreams end” using the panels where my glorious king specifically talks about how he hopes that he isn’t dreaming, along with an image of his stunning, mouth-watering, jaw-slacking, toe-curling, leg-opening, gorgeous self with that damned eye symbolism again…

tonight’s meant to be the final chapter of jjk, but something’s telling me this isn’t it 🫢

(the jujutsu_pr account can acknowledge satoru but the literal characters in the manga can’t? especially when jujutsu society’s ‘strongest’ has supposedly ‘died’? did they all just suffer extreme trauma to the point of memory loss surrounding the one person who fought for them all?)

p.s. there was no mention of a body either. and if there’s one thing we know about bodies in jjk, it’s that the best shot at safety for EVERYONE is cremation. and yet, there wasn’t a grave like tsumiki’s or a single mention of what happened to his after yuta returned.

p.s. pt 2 based on the tags i just added about the ‘curse user’, if my satoru returns less strong, it just reinforces everything he’s ever wanted, too: his students surpass him, they live a life where their youth isn’t consistently challenged (the higher ups are dead thanks to him, so no more excessively dangerous missions) and he gets to see the world that he wanted to live through as a teen. it’ll be a full circle.

[dailykugisaki]

Day 278 | id in alt

At least one of the students is a horrid menace to both curses and curse users. I was beginning to lose hope.

[neonscandal]

New JJK fan here, can I ask? In the end of Shibuya arc, Kenjaku end up "eating" Mahito just like that. So, is Geto that strong that if he were alive curses like Mahito will not last long? Thx.

I genuinely love that I'm a pit stop in people's introduction to JJK. It's my pleasure to welcome to the fray, anon.

I appreciate your patience as my thoughts on this didn't feel quite so easy to relay because I've been all over the place lately.

To understand my answer, consider the following:

Geto is a Special Grade sorcerer (and later curse user). This is an indication that his strength is beyond the elders' comprehension but not necessarily that he's The Strongest.

Gojo's birth tipped the scales... but his latent power up, in turn, spurned a larger volume of curses and, one could argue stronger ones at that.

Curses like Hanami, Jogo and Mahito are special grade curses with the ability to communicate and, more than likely, products of Sukuna's awakening in a manner similar to the above. This, we know to take place after Geto's death.

None of this undermines Geto's strength but maybe sheds light on why it's kind of a complex question to consider. In universe, strength demands an offset to maintain balance. We see it not only in the aforementioned curses but also Yuji, Nobara and Megumi's ability to one-on-one take out special grade curses by the end of season 1.

Geto's power enables him to usurp any curses below his grade assessment, especially if they are not bound to another user. In what we've seen in the anime, we haven't actually seen how he subdues those that are also special grade but know, from his fight with Toji and the night parade of a hundred demons, that he's got his fair share of them.

Kenjaku!Geto's ability to make quick work of Mahito is, in part, purely the element of surprise. Having forged a covenant with the curses, they had an honor among thieves type of loyalty. But what isn't particularly portrayed in the anime is that Mahito, in addition to seeing the boundaries of ones' soul, can also see the contents of it. Wouldn't be surprised if he was the litmus test for the curses that kept Kenjaku honest through all his plotting and manipulations out of unbridled curiosity. But what Mahito couldn't see coming was that Geto would one day choose his own blood over him (arguably also a child in his own right). Kenjaku's mercurial spirit ultimately enabled that switch to turn when Mahito's existence no longer outweighed the role he played in Kenjaku's plan and, subsequently, having absorbed Tengen, needed to also be consumed.

TL;DNR: Geto is strong but his strength and that of any sorcerers will always yield even stronger curses. Without Kenjaku's deception, I do still think Geto could have taken Mahito especially if it were he and Gojo taking him.

[k-nayee]

Cursed in the Spider-Verse JJK x Spider-Verse i

wc: 3.2k a/n: the moment I saw this I just HAD to write something. Very much all inspiration goes to @juniperarts!I just love their work❤️

Jujutsu Kaisen x Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

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The fight was chaotic.

You stood shoulder to shoulder with Itadori and Megumi, sweat dripping down your brow as the oppressive weight of the curse's power filled the air.

Every movement felt heavy, almost like trudging through molasses. But you couldn't falter. Not now.

“Okay I’m calling it—there’s no way this thing is a Grade 2.” Itadori panted as he adjusted his grip on his brass knuckles. His jacket was torn at the shoulder, faint traces of blood smeared his cheek. “Absolutely no way!”

You couldn’t help but laugh even as you deflected a sharp burst of cursed energy with your extendable staff, the metal shimmering with your own reinforced aura.

“What’s the count now? Third time this month the higher-ups tried to get you killed?” you quipped, sidestepping as another portal crackled to life behind you.

“Ha! Right? I—HEY!” Itadori ducked just in time, a slicing tendril of energy missing him by inches.

The curse let out a sharp petulant scream. Its voice was high and nasally, yet dripping with malice. It hovered just above the ground, a tall lanky figure with exaggerated limbs and unnervingly delicate features.

Despite its monstrous presence, he carried itself with a dramatic flair, hands fluttering as it sneered. “You’re not even paying attention to me! Me! The great Masato! Do you even know what my name mean?! Rude brats!”

You exchanged a look with Megumi who was braced a few feet to your right. “You’d think something this dramatic would be better at multitasking,” you quip.

Megumi snorted. “Not helping,” he muttered, but there was a faint smirk pulling at his lips.

The curse lashed out again.

“You dare laugh while I stand before you?” Masato hissed, his voice like nails scratching glass, the six glowing eyes scattered across its face narrowing with a snarl. “How dare you!”

He raised a delicate hand causing a portal to swirl into existence beside it. Before any of you could react, another portal suddenly shimmered behind you, and the spirit lunged through with a screech.

“Move!” Megumi shouted.

All three of you dived in different directions as the spirit’s clawed hand smashed into the ground sending debris flying.

You rolled, coming to your feet with your expandable cursed staff snapping into place in your hands. A grin tugged at your lips. “Feisty isn’t he?”

“I’m not feisty!” Masato shrieked as it rose from the rubble. He dusted himself off with theatrical flair, movements unnervingly fluid.

“I am magnificent! And yet here you are, treating me like I’m some… some background extra!” His glowing eyes narrowed. “You’ll regret that.”

Flicking his wrist, three portals bloomed into existence, circling the trio like a predator hunting its prey.

“Stay sharp,” Megumi warned as he summoned his divine dogs to his side. His voice was calm but there was a tension in his posture you recognized all too well.

“Sharp...right,” Itadori muttered. “Because the last thing I wanna do is die.”

Your laughter rang out again, light and carefree despite the chaos. “Oh come on Itadori. At least when you do, your gravestone will say ‘Killed by a Dollar Store monster with a superiority complex​​​​​​​.’ That’s iconic.”

"Not funny!" Itadori shot back, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitching.

Masato's porcelain face cracked slightly as it snarled. "You're still ignoring me?! You—!"

He moved fast, too fast.

Portals opened and closed around you, claws swiping and missing by inches as the three of you dodged and counterattacked.

Somewhere in the fray you caught Megumi's arm just as a portal opened behind him, yanking him out of harm's way.

"You okay?" you asked, breathless.

Megumi nodded, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. "You saved me."

"Of course I did," you replied easily, though there was a flicker of something warm in your chest at his expression. "It's what friends do."

"Childhood friends," Megumi corrected softly. His gaze lingered on you for just a moment too long before blinking back to the fight. "Alight. Let's get this over with..."

The battle continued, the curse's movements growing wilder as its frustration mounted.

You noticed it then—the way his attacks grew sloppy whenever angered. The portals became less precise, the strikes easier to predict. A smirk curved your lips.

"This is soooo getting boring," you declared loudly, sidestepping another clawed swipe. "I could've been shopping with Nobara right now. Dammit...she said there was a sale on cute sweaters at ZARA too."

"What?!" Itadori gaped at you mid-dodge. "Are you serious right now? How can you say that when we're literally fighting for our—"

He paused as he caught the pointed look you gave him.

"Ohhh," Itadori said His grin turned mischievous. "Yeah, totally boring. This curse? Weak. Not worth the effort."

Masato froze, his six eyes twitching. “Weak?!”

You added fuel to the fire, pretending to inspect your nails. “He’s got a point. I mean I could’ve been eating taiyaki right now, but instead, I’m stuck here fighting a total amateur.”

Masato's face twisted with fury as glowing cracks began to form along his too-perfect skin. “Amateur?! AMATEUR?! You insolent little—”

“Hey!” Megumi’s sharp voice cut through the chaos. He darted closer, his divine dogs prowling at his sides. “What are you two idiots doing? This isn’t a joke—you’re going to get yourselves killed!”

“Don’t be such a killjoy,” you shot back, grinning as you parried a portal-assisted swipe with your staff. “This is working. Watch.”

Megumi opened his mouth to argue but then his gaze flicked toward Masato. His scowl faltered. Took him a moment to notice—how the curse’s movements were becoming erratic, how its attacks were losing their edge.

Every insult from you and Itadori seemed to make it angrier, more reckless.

Megumi’s brows furrowed as realization dawned. “You’re…” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply as he stepped back, giving a reluctant nod. “Fine. Do whatever it takes to finish this. Just…don’t overdo it.”

“Oh no promises,” you replied cheerfully, smirking as Masato let out another frustrated shriek. “Hey lil miss Diva! Do those cracks come with a warranty or are we voiding it by hurting your feelings?”

The curse swung wildly as his portal attacks fizzled out of sync.

“That's it!” Itadori chimed in, clapping his hands mockingly. “Keep trying! You’ll land a hit someday champ!”

It screamed in rage, lunging toward Itadori in a blind frenzy. That was the moment you’d been waiting for.

You skidded to a halt, feet digging into the ground as you raised your hand, activating your technique. “Chrono Lock!”

Time seemed to shudder and pause.

The curse froze mid-motion, his grotesque form momentarily trapped in place. You carefully released Itadori and Megumi from the effect leaving the rest of the world still.

“You’ve got about twenty seconds,” you called, your voice strained from the effort. “Make it count!”

Itadori and Megumi didn’t waste a second.

Itadori landed a powerful blow to Masato's side, forcing him to stumble while Megumi’s shikigami tore through its legs, leaving him vulnerable.

With a burst of energy you leapt forward. Bringing your staff down with all the force you could muster, cursed energy surging through your weapon.

Striking the curse squarely in the chest, the impact cracked through the air like thunder.

“AHHH!” Masato screamed, his body convulsing as cracks spread like spiderwebs across its form. “You...insignificant...pests!” it spat, its voice beginning to warp.

But the victory was short-lived. Even as its form disintegrated the curse let out a venomous laugh.

“You!” He pointed a trembling claw at you, six glowing eyes narrowing. “Not only do you have the attention of not one but two cute boys…” He let out another bitter laugh, the sound echoing unnaturally. “But you also have the audacity to kill me? Oh the injustice!”

You opened your mouth to retort—something witty no doubt—but the words caught in your throat as a portal shimmered to life beneath your feet.

“Wait—what the hell?!” you shouted, panic flaring as the ground disappeared.

“Let’s see how you'll fare without your precious little fans!”

“____!” Itadori’s voice was raw with emotion as he lunged toward you. Megumi was right beside him, his usually composed expression etched with uncharacteristic fear.

“Bon voyage~” Masato sneered, its voice fading into nothingness as the last of his body finally dissipated.

The portal pulled at you like a riptide causing the world around you blur into a mess of light and shadows.

Your breath hitched, arms flailing instinctively toward the only solid things in your view—Yuji and Megumi.

For a fleeting moment you saw them: Yuji’s hand reaching, his eyes wide with desperation; Megumi pale and grim with a jaw so clenched it looked like it might crack.

Then the portal swallowed you whole and all you saw was darkness.

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The night was cold and quiet—save for the faint hum of distant traffic and the occasional chirp of a lone cricket.

Midnight had fallen over Brooklyn casting the deserted park in an eerie glow. The moon peeked through scattered clouds, its silvery light illuminating the remnants of a chaotic skirmish.

A figure in a red-and-black Spider-Man suit vaulted over a bench, shooting webs at a villain who was far too focused on trying to escape to notice the teenager’s playful quips.

“C’mon man, I thought you’d put up more of a fight,” He chided, swinging gracefully through the air. “You’re really gonna make me miss my physics homework for this?”

The villain growled, shooting a round of bullets that missed wildly.

And then, out of nowhere, the night shattered.

A swirling portal erupted above the fight. The Spider hero paused mid-swing, his mask-covered face tilting upward.

His senses screamed as something—or someone—shot out of the portal like a comet.

The unknown figure slammed directly onto the villain, pinning him to the ground with an audible thud. The man let out a weak grunt before collapsing beneath the impact.

For a moment there was silence.

The masked vigilante lands lightly on a nearby lamppost, crouching low with narrowed eyes as he waited.

Your heart pounded in your ears.

The last memory burned in your mind: the cursed spirit’s mocking laughter, the desperate reach of Itadori and Megumi’s hands, and then…nothing.

You had been ripped away from your friends, and now—

A groan broke you out of your daze. As your vision cleared you realized you were sprawled on top of a man dressed in a typical burglar-esque outfit.

He released one more pained sound before slumping unconscious, leaving you blinking in stunned confusion.

“Wait—what the?” you muttered to yourself. You staggered to your feet, gripping your staff tightly as you scanned your surroundings.

It was midnight, maybe early morning? And you were what seemed to be a park, empty except for flickering streetlights and the faint hum of a distant city.

Where were you? 

Before you could fully regain your bearings—

“____?”

Your head snapped upwards. You squinted at the figure perched on the lamppost, his voice unfamiliar but oddly casual.

You instinctively take a defensive stance. “How do you know my name?” you demand.

He froze for a split second before recovering, large white eyes on his mask widened as he leaned forward, his excitement bubbling to the surface.

“Oh my God. It’s really you!” his voice became high-pitched, the awe in his tone unmistakable.

Before either of you could say another word a rough voice cuts through the air.

“Benny!”

The sound made you whirl around, staff raised. From the shadows emerged a second villian, stockier than the first with a scar running across his face.

His eyes darted to the unconscious man at your feet—Benny apparently—before narrowing at you. His lips curled into a sneer. “You little—”

You saw the gun before he raised it, the glint of metal catching in the moonlight. Your instincts kicked in and you dropped into a defensive stance. But before you could move—

Thwip!

A strand of webbing shot out, wrapping around the gun and yanking it from his grasp. The weapon flew into the air before sticking harmlessly to a nearby tree.

The villain cursed under his breath, turning his gaze toward culprit in the red-and-black suit.

You didn’t waste the distraction.

Pushing off the ground with a burst of speed, you lunged forward, your staff arcing through the air in a deadly swing.

The villain turned just in time for the blunt end of your weapon strike his temple with a sickening crack. His eyes rolled back as he crumpled to the ground, unconscious before he hit the dirt.

You straightened, your staff still raised as you scanned the area for more threats. But the park was silent once more.

“Well,” the masked figure said as he jumps and lands gracefully on the ground in front of you. “That was awesome.”

Your gaze snapped to him, your irritation flaring as your confusion deepened. 

'Who is this guy?' you wondered, taking in his strange appearance.

His red-and-black suit clung to him like a second skin and those wide white eyes on his mask stared back at you, giving him an almost cartoonish quality.

He wasn’t a curse—there was no cursed energy radiating from him—but his abilities…they weren’t normal either. They weren’t human.

Your fingers flexed around your staff as you turned to face him fully. “I don’t know what you are,” you said, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts in your head, “but I don’t have time to figure it out right now. So let’s make this quick.”

He raises his hands in mock surrender. “Whoa whoa! Hold up! I’m on your side—”

You didn’t wait for him to finish. Lunging forward, you swung your staff in a precise arc aiming for his midsection.

“Seriously?!” He yelps as he twists his body and flip backward to dodge the strike. “You’re gonna fight me?! But I’m one of the good guys!”

Your only response was another swing, this one aimed higher.

He ducks, flipping into the air once more only to land upside down on a tree branch.

“Okay but really, you’re gonna want to hear me out!” he called, swinging there like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I’m the Amazing Spider-Man! Well...the second one. It’s kinda of a long story.”

You didn’t care. His words didn’t make sense and you weren’t about to let him distract you.

Another lunge, another strike.

“Whoa!” he exclaims, flipping off the branch and landing a few feet away. “Alright tough crowd. Got it.” He raised his hands defensively, his voice still light.

“But look—seriously—we’re basically the same! You’re in high school, I’m in high school. Granted yours basically focuses on fighting monsters and dying...but hey—capitalism’s basically the same thing right?”

You blinked at him, thrown for just a moment by his words. “What the hell are you even talking about?”

He tilted his head. “Okay, rude.”

Another swing shuts him up, forcing him to jump backward.

“Fine! You’re clearly in a fight-now-ask-questions-later mood,” he said, a grin audible in his voice. “But just know I’m just a chill guy alright? So chill I’ll even tell you my name—it’s Miles! Miles Morales!”

“Well Miles,” you said through gritted teeth, your staff swinging in an arc that narrowly missed his side, “I’m kind of busy right now, so save it.”

You pressed forward with even sharper strikes.

Swing after swing, he dodged with an almost infuriating ease, using his webs to move out of your reach.

“Oh my God,” Miles babbled as he flipped over your head. “I can’t believe I’m actually fighting The ____! You’re even better in real life! That spin just now—was that the Spiral Counter? It was, wasn’t it?!”

“What are you talking about?!” you snapped, jabbing your staff at him.

“You know—one of your signature moves!” He mimicked your earlier motion, pretending to twirl an imaginary staff. “Man I practiced that for weeks! Totally worth it by the way.”

Your eye twitched. Was he…fanboying?

“You’re insane,” you muttered.

Every time you thought you had him, he flipped or twisted out of your range, leaving you more irritated by the second.

“Man this is so cool,” Miles said as he jumped onto a nearby bench in a relaxed position. “Oh wait—wait! Can you do the Chrono Lock thing?!”

You froze mid-attack, your staff pausing in the air. “How do you know about that?”

Instead of answering he crouched low and made an exaggerated version of the hand gesture you use to activate the technique. “Like this right?”

You could feel your eye twitch as he twisted into an over-the-top version of your stance, his posture so painfully wrong it felt like an insult to your training.

“What—stop that!” you snapped, your voice sharper than you intended.

He laughed, shooting out a web to swing away as you tried—and failed—to land another hit. “Like seriously, you’re like my favorite out the whole series! I even made a replica of your staff once—oh wait! Is that the one Maki Zen’in gave you?!”

Your breath hitched and your movements slightly slowed. “How do you know about Maki?”

He didn’t answer, but his excitement didn’t falter. If anything he looked even more excited. “This is insane. The craftsmanship is way cooler in person.”

Miles darted forward suddenly, dodging another swing of your staff to tug lightly at a pin on your uniform jacket. “Not to mention this—this is the one Nanami gave you right? Wasn't this from Haibara's collection? It's sweet he says you resemble him and all...”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“And of course I can't forget the one and only!” he continued, pointing at the strip of white cloth hanging loosely around your neck. “That’s Gojo’s old blindfold isn’t it? You wore it when you—”

“Enough!” you snapped, your voice ringing out. Your frustration boiled over as you activated your staff’s hidden blade, the sharp edge glinting in the moonlight.

Miles paused for a split second, his masked eyes widening. “Oh...well that’s new,” he said, impressed.

You didn’t give him the chance to react further. You surged forward, your speed catching him off guard.

A quick sweep of your leg knocked him off balance, and before he could recover, you had him pinned to the ground. Your foot pressed against his chest and the blade of your staff hovered dangerously over his jugular.

“Who sent you?” you demanded, your voice low and deadly. “Was it Mahito? Getou? Answer me.”

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Miles said quickly, his hands shooting up in surrender. “I swear I’m innocent! Nobody sent me!”

You didn’t budge, your glare unwavering.

“Okay okay!” he said, his voice faster now. “Just—just let me explain!” He hesitated, then reached for the bottom of his mask and pulled.

You blinked, startled by the face staring back at you.

Warm brown skin, wide honey-colored eyes, and an expression caught somewhere between nervousness and awe.

He looked normal...

Human....

And undeniably cute.

You quickly shook off the thought, tightening your grip on the staff. “Who are you?” you repeat. “And how do you know everything about me?”

Miles swallowed hard, his gaze flicking between you and the blade near his throat. “It’s gonna sound crazy but…you’re an anime character.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “…What?”

He frantically nods (as best he can with a knife to his throat). “Well...technically a manga character first. In my world, you’re uh…kind of famous?”

There was a long pause.

“...What?!”