#diaboelic: choso

[barrenstars]

yuji says he's on their side now, but reina is still a little hesitant to interact with @diaboelic, but now she's quite literally forced to as they're paired together to watch over the school grounds while the rest of the remaining sorcerers rest and compose a plan to move forward. awkwardly, reina shifts between her feet, side glancing towards choso now and again before finally parting her lips to speak. " your hair is pretty cool styled like that... "

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[vesselmade-a]

everything  was  still  so  fresh  on  his  mind  ,  scars  that  would  never  heal  and  memories  that’d  always  remain  strong.  it  wasn’t  so  bad. we  are  jujutsu  sorcerers. you’re  me.  the  words  echo  in  his  mind  like  an  ache  he  couldn’t  get  rid  of.  permanently  attached  but  it  seemed  to  be  the  only  thing  fueling  him  now.  he  was  alive  by  some  chance  ,  he  wasn’t  dead  yet.  maybe  he  should  be  —  that  split  second  of  relief  he’d  felt  when the blade went through him.  he  needed  to  keep  fighting  though  ,  did  he  not ?  he’s  just  a  cog  in  the  machine  and  nothing  more.  a  vessel  that  needs  to  serve  a  purpose.  it  was  selfish  of  him  to  think  he’d  get  such  an  easy  way  out  of  this.  

he  had  so  much  to  do  ,  so  many  lives  left  to  fight  for.  he  needed  to  do  this  for  nobara  and  for  papamin  who  ,  from  what  he  knew  ,  was  barely  hanging  on.  he  hadn’t  seen  him  since  it  happened.  he  was  already  a  murderer.  that  much  is  true.  but  he  couldn’t  let  himself  be  any  more  of  a  failure  than  he  already  was. eyes  come  into  focus  and  he  stares  at  the  fire  before  him.  he  was  still  wearing  the  same  blood  stained  shirt  but  his  jacket  was  off.  absently  he  scratches  at  his  arm  when  he  hears  the  other  speak.

❛ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❜ / @diaboelic

❛❛  it’s  fine  ,  you  didn’t  have  a  choice  in  the  matter.  ❜❜  his  expression  remained  as  numb  as  the  rest  of  him.  his  shoulders  drop  and  his  mind  tries  to  catch  up  with  the  situation.  he  briefly  wonders  where  everyone  else  was  ,  choso  and  megumi  and  even  todo.  it  was  all  just  a  mess  with  him  left  to  blame.  ❛❛   so  what  now ?  i  can’t  return. i  can’t  —  ❜❜  with  a  heavy  pause  he  pulls  a  leg  up  to  his  chest  and  lets  out  a  breath  he  didn’t  know  he’d  been  holding.  after  avoiding  it  he  finally  makes  eye  contact  if  even  for  just  a  moment.  ❛❛   i  can’t  go  back.  not  with  what  i’ve  done.  ❜❜

[barrenstars]

he comes out and says it, the exact thing a lot of the remaining sorcerers were concerned about. it has reina cringing slightly, glancing sidewards to avoid his gaze for a moment. " well - uh... umm... " how could she tell him that he was right without sounding mean? because that was the very reason everyone seemed reluctant to trust him.

" unfortunately, that's true. you may not value human life very much but... we are all humans here, so i guess it's natural to be scared of you a little. or even just weary. " it was a shame, perhaps if it weren't mahito who got to him and his brothers first things would be different. the outcome would have been different. " but don't worry. talking to you now, you seem like a very nice person. the entire situation was just... circumstantial? if that's the right word for this... does this even make any sense...? " internally, she wanders off to somewhere in her mind, trying to determine if her little speech was any good or if she just embarrassed herself.

her  studious  gaze  has  him  wanting  to  retreat  inwards;  as  if  he  had  unwittingly  invited  judgement  unto  himself. supposes,  yes,  he  has. as  she  scans,  he  remains  unflinching  despite  his  disappointment,  awaiting  the impending criticism. chōsō  stares  at  the  two  blonde  pigtails  atop  her  head  in  the  meantime;  her  style,  by  comparison,  wasn't  as  traditional  or  commonplace  as  most  other  sorcerers  and  non - sorcerers  alike. he quite liked it, in truth.

“  but  because  i  killed  humans,  ”   he  interjects,  despite  appreciating  her  apparent  attempt  at . . . relieving  his  anxiety⸻   if that's what it was. he  shifts,  “  it's  the  elephant  in  the  room,  isn't  it?  i  won't  deny  it. ”

[barrenstars]

immediately her eyes drift to his hair, blonde brows furrowing as her features once again give away every single thought in her head. his hair wasn't weird, that wouldn't have gotten him strange looks. instead, dark hues drift to the thick horizontal mark across his nose. that, however, could get him some looks. ( or the fact he was helping curses kill people, that was also a biggie. ) but then again, reina got strange looks all the time. when she realises she must have been making some weird expression at the boy, her lips reluctantly pull into a tender smile. " well, i know a thing or two about getting strange looks from people. you don't look any stranger than i do. " perhaps that was a lie, he wasn't wearing shoes that added a good five or six inches of height, nor was he littered with cursed jewellery and just inconvenient attire. but that was just reina. " i suppose it could have also been a few other reasons... i wouldn't look at you strangely because of your hair. or your appearance for that matter. "

the  tension  between  himself  and  the  rest  of  itadori  yūji's  jujutsu  sorcerer  friends  was  undeniable. proving  his  loyalties  through  actions  rather  than  words was easy enough, but . . . no one told him the words part would be so difficult. the  sorcerer  next  to  him  is  no  exception  to  his perpetual and hopefully transitory awkwardness. she beats him to the punch, actually, which . . . stumps him, briefly. he had expected something less than pleasant. “ hm?    thank  you. most  people  look  at  me  strangely because of it. yours is . . . ' pretty cool ' too. ”