#i had to look up 'main character of jujutsu kaisen' and he BARELY had his own pic

[ingleaisle]

literally is this fucking kid even actually the main character of jujutsu kaisen

[shewasverynice]

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen

⚠️ SPOILER HEAVY ⚠️

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Full tags/warnings on Chapter links post

Major Characters: Original Character, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Ieiri Shoko, Yaga Masamichi, Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu

‎‧₊˚✧ Chapter 4 ✧˚₊‧

Nearly a week later, the four of them crowded around a small TV in Satoru's room. Suguru was a miracle worker, smoothing the tension between Sarah and Satoru easily with one conversation. How the man could do it, Satoru would never know. But then again, he was an excellent cult leader...

Suguru had managed to get them on even ground, but now the tension was thick as Satoru fought for his life, Sarah equally as focused beside him. Smash Bros had never been a game meant to be played this seriously, but you'd think that they were fighting for the ultimate championship. Might as well have had a grand prize.

“You’re going down, Gojo,” Sarah muttered, her eyes focused on the screen.

Captain Falcon zipped forward, grabbed Kirby and chucked him off the ledge. Satoru scoffed, floating the pink abomination back onto the stage as Sarah sent Captain Falcon after Link next.

“Come on, Satoru, don’t let her beat you!” Suguru encouraged, though he was mostly laughing. He didn't even care as Link was Falcon Punched so hard he launched off the screen.

Pikachu barely managed to jump out of the way, although Shoko certainly wasn't trying all that hard to avoid anything. She half-heartedly played, far more interested in the tension between Satoru and Sarah than bothering to try to win.

“I swear you’re cheating,” Satoru grumbled as he barely blocked one of Captain Falcon’s punches, "No one lands all these hits with that stupid slow-ass guy."

“You’re just salty because I’m better than you,” Sarah shot back, “Maybe Kirby isn’t your main after all.”

“That’s it!” Satoru declared, his frustration morphing into determination. He leaned in closer, eyes narrowing as he locked into the game.

The room grew quieter as the intensity of the match increased. Suguru stopped laughing, instead sitting forward as he watched the battle unfold. Shoko’s laziness dissipated, and she focused on the match.

The screen was a flurry of bright colors and chaos as Kirby and Captain Falcon exchanged blows. It was anyone’s game and the tension was palpable as both of them were grimaced and focused. And then in a final dramatic moment, Satoru managed to land a perfectly timed attack sending Captain Falcon flying off the screen. The words “GAME!” flashed on the screen, and after a moment Kirby was on screen in first place.

“HA! I WIN!” Satoru shouted triumphantly, throwing his arms in the air and dropping his controller.

Sarah shrieked in surprise, her mouth dropping open in shock, “NO WAY! That's bullshit!”

Satoru smirked at her, his usual cocky demeanor back in full force. “Oh? Is someone mad they lost?" He taunted, "Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll win next time—practice makes perfect right?”

Sarah’s eyes narrowed at him, and she stood up, pointing a finger at him accusingly. “Rematch!" She demanded, "You got lucky this time, Glacier Freeze, but I’m going to destroy you in the next round.”

"Stop calling me that!" He huffed, "They don't look like that at all."

"I prefer Cool Blue anyway," She smirked, flicking his sunglasses.

Shoko raised her hand, cutting into the escalating argument. “Can we play something else now?" She sighed, "Like, literally anything else?”

Suguru nodded in agreement, still snickering at the exchange between Satoru and Sarah. “Yeah, how about we switch it up," he agreed, "I don’t think my sides can take much more of this.”

Satoru pouted, looking a bit miffed at the idea of ending his victory streak before it even started. “But we were just getting to the good part!” he whined.

Sarah crossed her arms and grinned wickedly. “I know exactly what we should play next.” She reached for the game stack, a devious look in her eyes as her fingers hovered over the case for Bomberman.

Shoko, seeing where this was going, quickly interjected, “Nope. No. Absolutely not.”

Suguru nodded thoughtfully. “How about something different? Something neither of you know as well, so it’s an even playing field?” he suggested.

Satoru tilted his head, a little curious now. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, scooting over on the floor to look at his collection of games.

Shoko smiled as she rifled through the game stack, eventually pulling out a game they hadn’t played together as a group—Mario Party.

“Neither of you can complain when it's so random,” Shoko suggested, a glint of amusement in her eyes.

Satoru groaned, “Mario Party? Really? That’s just pure chaos.”

Sarah’s grin widened. “Chaos sounds perfect," she said, "Can't cheat when it's random.”

Suguru and Shoko shared a look as Satoru reluctantly agreed. Still, as they started the game and the room filled with shouts about who gets to play which character, he couldn’t help but smile. Being with his friends like this, with their playful chatter and shared moments, was something he realized he had missed far more than he’d ever let on.

That feeling wasn't something he was going to let go of this time. Everything was going to turn out the way it always could have. There was no way he was going to let this go, no matter what it took.

"Gojo!" Sarah whined playfully, shaking his arm, "Your turn!"

"Mm? Oh shit, my bad!" He said with a grin, lifting his controller up again.

"You should be Wario," she mumbled through a mouthful of chips, "You seem like a Wario kind of guy."

"Why... What?" He stared at her, "What gives you that impression?"

"Probably 'cos Geto picked Waluigi," Shoko said, reaching over Sarah's legs to dig into the chips, "I can see it."

Suguru shrugged, his sly little smile almost mocking. "I'm not exactly sure what they're seeing here," he shrugged, "But we can team up if you want?"

"Oh shit! Does this one have team mode?" Satoru asked, "Let's team up, bro!"

"Let's shit on these kids," Sarah laughed, grinning at Shoko who wholeheartedly agreed.

"Losers buys dinner?" Suguru suggested, raising his brow.

"Pffff no way!" Sarah scoffed, "I'm broke as hell. You two get your fancy special grade pay and stuff. I barely get an allowance."

"Yeah, and I'm not paying for everything you freaks eat," Shoko grumbled, "You two eat too damn much."

"But we're growing boys!" Satoru said, his eyes sparkling and a mocking pout on his face while he threw his arm around Suguru's shoulders. Suguru faked a swoon as well, tipping his head back with his hand on his forehead as Satoru whined, "We can't help it! We need it to--"

"You're both tall enough already." Shoko said dryly.

"I'll get taller," Gojo said with a shrug.

"No way," Sarah huffed, flicking a chip at him, "There's no way you can. How tall are you now?"

"Five eleven," he said with a smirk, "But I'll be six three, you'll see."

"No one should be that big," Shoko chuckled, "That's ridiculous."

"Bold of you to throw out a number so confidently," Suguru laughed, "Why six three specifically?"

"I just know things," Satoru said with a smirk, pushing up his sunglasses, "I'm just that good."

"Well use all the things you know to take your turn," Sarah said, reaching to take his controller, "Roll the dice already!"

"W-woah!" He stammered, holding the controller out of her reach, "I'm going I'm going!"

"I've got stars to collect, dude," she huffed, sitting back down and grinning at him, "I'm gonna absolutely ruin you."

His dorm room came alive with the sound of insults, laughter, and the occasional groan of frustration as they threw themselves into the game. Shoko and Sarah choosing to play as Peach and Daisy, versus Satoru and Suguru who actually did pick Wario and Waluigi. The girls were clearly out for blood, and the boys were just as feral about it.

Satoru had to admit, Mario Party did have its charm. Every roll of the dice was filled with drama somehow, and the minigames—wild and unpredictable—kept them all on their toes. Shoko was especially good at the rhythm-based challenges while Sarah had an uncanny knack for the luck-based games. Suguru was a bit of a wildcard excelling in the more strategic games, and Satoru was just determined not to let the girls get the better of him.

"Oh-hoh!" Sarah taunted, her eyes flicking to Satoru as she landed on a space that would steal coins, "Gimme them coins!"

"God damn it! Stop picking me specifically," Satoru shot back, his eyes narrowing. But it was no use—Peach made off with more of his hard-earned coins, leaving him grumbling as Shoko laughed beside her.

"Don’t be so grumpy, Gojo. It’s just a game," Shoko said, though her smirk betrayed that she was enjoying every minute of his frustration.

Suguru snickered, his gaze flicking between the screen and Satoru’s increasingly annoyed expression. "I'm sure we can come back around," he said, "It'll be alright."

"Shut up," Satoru mumbled, though there was no real venom in his tone. He was enjoying himself far more than he was letting on. This, this right here, was something he hadn’t felt in a long time—a simple, unburdened joy. For a moment, it was easy to forget the weight of the world outside these walls.

As the game progressed, the back-and-forth continued with each team fighting for control of the board, stealing stars, and sabotaging the other’s plans. The chaos of Mario Party was something else, and the outcome of the game was impossible to predict. Every victory was short-lived, every lead fragile. It was exactly the kind of fun that made the hours slip by unnoticed.

But as the game drew closer to its end, Satoru found himself growing quieter, more introspective. He watched his friends—their smiles, their laughter—and felt a strange, unexpected ache in his chest. It was as if he were trying to memorize this moment, to hold onto it even as it was happening. He’d been so focused on the game that the realization hit him like a ton of bricks: this was one of those fleeting, perfect moments. The kind he’d never fully appreciated before.

And then, out of the blue, Sarah tapped him on the shoulder. He blinked, snapping out of his thoughts as she leaned in closer.

“Hey, Gojo,” she said softly, “could you help me with something in the hallway?”

Confused but curious, Satoru set his controller down and followed her out of the room. As they stepped into the hallway, the noise of the game muffled behind the door, he glanced at her wondering what she needed help with so suddenly.

“What’s up?” he asked, trying to sound casual, but there was a lingering unease in his voice.

Sarah looked at him, her green eyes studying him carefully. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice gentle and sincere.

Satoru was taken aback by the question. He hadn’t expected anyone to notice—especially not her. “What? Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” he asked, one arm crossing over his chest to grip on the other forearm.

She laughed softly, though it wasn’t mocking. “You just got really quiet all of a sudden," she said, keeping her voice low, "That didn’t seem like you.”

He hesitated, unsure of how to respond. It was such a simple observation, but it was enough to unravel the carefully maintained façade he’d been holding up. He ran a hand through his hair, giving a small, rueful laugh. “I’m alright. I guess I was just… really happy, you know?” he said, his voice also remained quiet.

“Happy?” Sarah repeated, tilting her head, “Then why did it make you so sad?”

The question caught him off guard and for a moment, he didn’t know how to answer. It took him a second to realize that, yes, he had felt a bit sad. It was a bittersweet feeling—one he hadn’t even recognized until she pointed it out.

“I guess… it’s a little bittersweet,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, “I’m not really used to having fun like this. It’s been a while since I've had time to just relax.”

Sarah looked at him with a mix of understanding and sympathy. “Well, we’ll just have to make sure you get more used to it then,” she said with a smile and a little shrug, her tone light but sincere as she bumped her fist on his chest.

He laughed, a genuine sound this time, and reached out to pat her head. “Don't pat my head like an old man or something,” she muttered, quickly backing away and throwing his hand off and trying to hide her smile.

Satoru grinned, shaking his head. “You don’t know the half of it,” he said, the words slipping out before he could think better of it. But instead of questioning it, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back toward the door.

“Come on, let’s get back before they think we’re smooching out here or somethin',” she said, her voice light and teasing.

But just before she opened the door, she paused, her expression softening as she looked up at him. “Hey, Gojo,” she said quietly, “Seriously, if you ever want to talk about what’s bothering you, I’m here. I’m not sure how much help I’d be, but I’ll listen.”

For a moment, he didn’t know what to say. The offer was unexpected, but it warmed something inside him. He nodded, his usual bravado fading into something more genuine. “Thanks.” he said softly.

She smiled at him, and together they walked back into the room, Suguru and Shoko welcoming them back. But even as he sat down, the controller back in his hands, that bittersweet feeling lingered. The joy of being with them, of having these moments, was tinged with the regret of what he’d lost in his first life. This teenage freedom was something that he knew would be fleeting, and he dreaded the responsibility of being an adult again.

But for now, he’d hold onto that freedom for as long as he could.

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The sun was setting as the four friends strolled down the street, the sky bathed in hues of orange and pink. The quiet of the evening was broken only by their conversation and the occasional rustling of leaves as a breeze passed by. Shoko, Suguru, and Satoru were dressed in their school uniforms still, their jackets casually slung over their shoulders, while Sarah stood out in her usual jeans and a t-shirt. Despite the difference in their attire, they moved together easily, as though they’d been friends for much longer than they actually had.

Suguru and Satoru were engaged in one of their typical playful arguments, their voices rising and falling in exaggerated tones as they debated something utterly trivial. Satoru was insisting that he absolutely knew everything about the lesson he'd ignored that day, while Suguru rolled his eyes, claiming that Satoru must be good at listening in his sleep. Shoko walked beside them, her hands in her pockets, occasionally chiming in with a sarcastic comment that made the boys bicker even more.

Sarah, walking beside Shoko, glanced at the two boys ahead of them and chuckled. “Do they ever stop?” she asked, her tone light and amused.

Shoko sighed dramatically, shaking her head. “Not really, not even in class," she said, "But it’s kind of entertaining, don’t you think?”

The two of them laughed softly, their conversation drifting to more mundane topics—favorite snacks, the best place to get ramen in the city, and what they planned to do after grabbing their snacks from the convenience store.

As they approached the corner, Suguru suddenly stopped in his tracks, his gaze focused on something up ahead. The others followed his gaze, and there it was—a curse, perched up on a telephone pole like some grotesque parody of a bird. Its six legs clung to the metal pole, its body a twisted amalgamation of shadows and limbs that seemed to defy logic.

“What the hell is that?” Satoru muttered, squinting up at the creature.

Sarah tilted her head to the side, studying it for a moment before she smirked. “It kinda looks like a messed-up Catbus from Totoro, doesn’t it?” she asked with a little chuckle.

Suguru and Satoru both looked at her, and then back at the curse, before they burst into laughter. Shoko chuckled as well, shaking her head at the comparison.

“You’re not wrong,” Shoko said, her lips curling into a smirk, “That’s pretty spot on, actually.”

Satoru grinned as he turned to Suguru. “So, you gonna absorb it, or what?” he asked.

Suguru shrugged, his expression indifferent. “It’s not really doing anything. Why bother?” he said.

“But it could do something,” Satoru pointed out, and both Shoko and Sarah nodded in agreement.

Suguru scowled, clearly not in the mood, but with a sigh, he raised his hand. In an instant, the curse was swallowed up by one of his orbs, disappearing from the pole and into his hand as though it had never been there. It was a weak curse, easily overpowered, but the action still left a bitter taste in Suguru’s mouth, both literally and figuratively.

“Why don't you want to absorb it?” Satoru asked, curious.

Suguru grimaced, still holding the orb. “The flavor ruins my taste for a while. And we were about to get snacks. I didn’t want to do that.” he explained.

Just as Suguru was about to swallow the orb, Sarah suddenly reached out and pulled his hand away. “Hey, what are you—” Suguru started to protest, but Sarah was quicker. She leaned in and licked the orb before he could stop her.

Instantly, her face twisted in horror, and she stumbled back, gagging and dancing on her toes in mild panic. “Oh my god, that’s disgusting!” she gasped, her voice muffled by the back of her hand as she tried to wipe the taste away, “It’s—it’s so bad! Aah, holy shit!!”

The others burst out laughing at her reaction. Satoru doubled over, clutching his sides, while Shoko had to cover her mouth to stifle her giggles. Even Suguru couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of Sarah freaking out over the taste.

“It’s like licking the bottom of a dumpster or something!” Sarah wailed, her face scrunched up in disgust as she frantically tried to get the taste out of her mouth, “Oh god, why did I do that!?”

Satoru was laughing so hard that he was nearly crying. “I tried to stop you!” Suguru said, shaking his head but still smiling.

Sarah managed to pull herself together after a moment, though her expression was still one of lingering disgust. “That was the worst thing I’ve ever tasted,” she declared, her voice filled with conviction, “You two. Taste it.”

“Not a chance,” Shoko said, shaking her head adamantly.

“Yeah, no way,” Satoru added, though the laughter in his voice was fading as he tried to regain his composure.

Sarah’s eyes narrowed as she looked at Satoru, a smirk forming on her lips. “What’s wrong? Afraid?” she mocked.

Satoru stiffened, glaring at her playfully. “I’m not scared,” he muttered, stepping forward and snatching the orb from Suguru’s hand.

“Don’t do it, Satoru,” Suguru warned, but it was too late. Satoru had already licked the orb, and as soon as the taste hit his tongue, his eyes widened in horror.

“Oh god,” he choked, retching as the taste overwhelmed him. “What the hell is that? It’s like—I can’t even—” He couldn’t find the words to describe it, but the look on his face said it all.

The others were in stitches, laughing at Satoru’s reaction. Even Shoko, couldn’t hold back at sight of him gagging and stumbling away as if he could escape the taste.

“It’s worse-- than anything! Oh god!” Satoru groaned, still trying to rid himself of the flavor, “Like, not even the bottom of a dumpster is gross enough to describe it!”

As the laughter died down, Suguru sighed and finally swallowed the orb. But before he could say anything, both Satoru and Sarah were on him, their expressions serious. They clutched onto his shirt, looking up at him with despair and pity.

“I'll buy you literally anything you want to help with the taste,” Satoru promised, his voice sincere despite the lingering amusement.

“Yeah, seriously,” Sarah agreed, nodding fervently, “I don’t know how you deal with that all the time.”

Suguru chuckled softly, a little touched by their concern. He wasn’t used to people understanding the little sacrifices he made, and it warmed his heart to see them care—even if they had to experience it for themselves to really get it. “Thanks,” he said, a small smile creeping on his lips, "That's... That's really kind of you both."

The four friends walked into the convenience store, the jingling of the door chime signaling their arrival. The fluorescent lights overhead hummed softly as they cast a stark contrast to the warm colors of the evening outside. Shelves lined with an array of snacks, drinks, and other essentials stretched out before them, creating a small labyrinth of choices. The air had the scent of someone's instant ramen, and there was a faint background noise of a small TV playing a rerun of an old game show adding to the familiar, almost comforting atmosphere.

Suguru immediately veered off to the drink section, searching for his favorite soda. Shoko casually drifted toward the snacks, her hands already reaching for a bag of her cheese-flavored chips. Satoru, as expected, moved toward the candy aisle, his eyes scanning for anything that caught his interest.

Sarah lingered a bit behind, her steps slower, more hesitant. She wandered toward a quieter corner of the store, away from the aisles where her friends were making their choices. As she reached into her pocket, her fingers brushed against the few crumpled bills and coins she had. Her heart sank as she realized just how little money she had. Her eyes flicked up to the shelves in front of her, filled with snacks she liked but couldn't afford. A small sigh escaped her lips, and she quickly pushed the thoughts aside, trying to distract herself by pretending to browse.

Unbeknownst to her, Satoru had noticed her retreat into the corner. He finished grabbing his candy and casually made his way over to where she stood. As he approached, he saw the tension in her shoulders, the way she looked at the snacks in front of her with a mixture of longing and resignation. His heart ached slightly, but he kept his expression light as he came up beside her.

Without a word, he reached over her shoulder and grabbed a bag of chips that he knew she liked. The crinkling sound of the bag caught her attention, and she looked up in surprise to see Satoru holding it out to her.

"Gojo, you don't have to do that," she insisted quickly, her voice tinged with embarrassment.

He flashed her a grin, his usual playful smirk. "I know I don’t have to. I want to," He said playfully.

She shook her head, pushing the bag back toward him. "No, really, it's fine," she mumbled, "You don’t need to spend your money on me."

Satoru’s grin softened, but he didn’t back down. “Sarah, just take it," he insisted, "Consider it a gift.”

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, a mixture of frustration and embarrassment making her feel flustered. “I don’t like taking gifts for no reason," she said, looking away from him.

Satoru chuckled, taking her hand gently placing the bag into it. “It’s not for nothing," he insisted, "It’s for being my friend.”

She paused, the words sinking in, but still, she felt uneasy. “But… I don’t know, I’m just weird about it. I don’t want to owe anyone," she said quietly.

Satoru shook his head, brushing a strand of white hair out of his face. “You don't owe me anything, okay?" He chuckled, "I like doing nice things for my friends. Just relax and let me do something nice for you.”

Sarah bit her lip, still conflicted, but she could see he wasn’t going to back down. Finally, she sighed and muttered, “Fine… but just this once.”

“Good,” Satoru said, smiling victoriously, “Now come on, let’s get the rest of the stuff.”

They rejoined the others in the aisles, Satoru grabbing a few more snacks while Sarah followed behind, holding the chips and a drink he’d grabbed for her. Her embarrassment hadn’t quite faded, and she carried the them awkwardly, trying to hide it behind her as they walked.

When they all regrouped at the counter, Suguru noticed the way Sarah was hanging back, her expression a little uneasy. As they left the store and began the walk back to the school, Suguru quietly fell into step beside Satoru.

“Why’s Sarah upset?” he asked softly, glancing back at her as she lagged behind.

Satoru sighed, glancing at Suguru before looking forward again. “She didn’t have much money, and I bought her some snacks," he explained, "She didn’t want me to, though. Felt bad about it.”

Suguru nodded thoughtfully. “Maybe she just likes things to be equal," he suggested.

Satoru frowned, not quite understanding. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Suguru hesitated before continuing. “Maybe she’s just not used to getting gifts and feels guilty she can’t do something for you in return,” he suggested.

Satoru considered this for a moment. “But it doesn’t matter to me if she can’t get me stuff," he scoffed, "I just like getting things for my friends, you know? Making them happy.”

Suguru smiled softly. “Yeah, I know. But not everyone’s used to that, Satoru," he explained, "Her family probably doesn’t have a lot of money like yours does. And remember, she’s been at the school for a while, even before she was supposed to start. Yaga did say they took her in early for safety concerns, so… it might have been tough for her.”

Satoru’s expression softened as he looked back at Sarah, who was now talking quietly with Shoko, her voice carrying just a hint of that earlier embarrassment. It hadn’t even occurred to him that Sarah might have a different perspective on money and gifts. He was used to being generous without thinking twice about it, but for her, it might feel more complicated.

“I guess I didn’t think about that,” Satoru admitted, his voice quieter, “I just wanted to do something nice for her.”

Suguru patted Satoru on the back. “You did, and she knows that," he said with a chuckle, "Just give her some time to get used to it. She’ll come around.”

Satoru nodded, a small lopsided smile on his lips as he looked at Sarah again. He couldn’t shake the desire to make sure she felt cared for, even if it meant navigating this unfamiliar territory. More than anything he just wanted to repay her for what she'd done for him. He'd long since decided that he would never tell her what happened, choosing instead to just make sure she was happy in this life and not need to sacrifice herself for him.

Sarah looked up at him and their gazes locked. He grinned at her and she chuckled a little. She mouthed a thank you to him and he nodded before turning back to look ahead again. He'd been so sure making her happy was going to be an easy thing, but then again he'd never been all that great at this stuff in the first place. At least he was figuring it out.

"So," Suguru said, glancing over his shoulder at Sarah before nudging Satoru, "Did you figure anything out yet?"

"Hmm?" Satoru blinked, looking back at her again for a second then back at Suguru, "Oh, about her technique?"

"Yeah, any clues yet?" Suguru asked, keeping his voice low, "Because I learned something the other day."

"Yeah I did actually," Satoru said, keeping his voice down as well though he was intrigued, "Let's talk about it after curfew, alright?"

"Alright," Suguru agreed, "Tonight then."

As soon as lights were out, Satoru was outside and tapping on Suguru's window. He slid it open, hopping outside and leaning against the wall.

"So," Satoru started, "After the first time, when she got hit with the bucket, I've seen her get hurt at least a few times a day."

"She's so clumsy," Suguru interjected with a chuckle, "But yes, go on."

Satoru grinned, then continued, "It only seems to happen if she bleeds. So she bumped into a door frame and nothing happened, but later I saw her catch her finger with the gardening sheers and it just snapped back."

"Blood based," Suguru said thoughtfully, "Wonder if she may be related to Kamo in some way?"

"Could be," Satoru shrugged, "But what do you find out?"

"So apparently, none of the faculty have said that she's been here her whole life," Suguru said, "She seems to fully believe that, but no one else does. I assume it's part of her vow, but the details seem to be more complicated than just memory loss."

"Did they seem genuine when you asked about it?" Satoru asked, leaning back on the wall as well.

"They did, but I never like to completely rule it out," Suguru said, "I think we may need to do more investigating."

"I knew you'd be curious," Satoru snickered, nudging him, "Let's see if Shoko can help too."

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[roleplayfinder]

✨— hello! 22nb, so 18+ only please! what’s the opposite of a fix it au? thats what i’m looking for here. essentially, jujutsu kaisen hidden inventory arc augmentation where it was 100% known that toji had a weapon meant basically nullify infinity, but nothing is done about it because if he’s meant to be the strongest, one non-sorcerer with a cursed weapon shouldn’t pose that much of a threat. one deadly ass whooping later, instead of satoru actually getting the time to have his epiphany and master rct, he’s instead collected by the higher ups, who get him patched up and hit him with a whole lecture on complacency and laziness, and gets tossed into the kinda training you can just barely justify with it being “for the greater good”, with even that being a stretch. everything is played off as him simply going missing, with the higher-ups being far too nonchalant about it for it to seem believable. cue whatever happens in the interim, but 4 years later satoru simply… reappears, and oh boy is there a lot to unpack with that. tldr; satoru gets turned into the ultimate weapon after what’s perceived to be a massive failure on his part and it’s about to be everyone’s problem.

i’m looking to play satoru in this scenario! sugurus always adored, but feel free to come to me with other characters you might have in mind instead! obviously satoru being gone has the potential to change a lot in the plot, so i’m happy to talk about that! hurt/comfort is the main game here, and i prefer not to have the super linear stories about healing because healing itself is never linear! satoru will have been fully stripped of all his humanity, all of his close friends thought he was dead, or worse, with little to suggest otherwise, just for him to come back and start to confirm that worse option. it’s a lot! and it’s stuff i wanna work through.

i rp on discord, 3rd person, semi-lit to novella, and love to talk oorp and make art for what we’ve got going on! soooo yeah! thanks for reading, and just interact and i’ll reach out!

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[luvdsc]

[!] TEASER — barbie girl.

if life is plastic (and therefore, nonbiodegradable), then it’s so not fantastic. honestly, who came up with that? regina george really should’ve googled about the new plastics economy.

or alternatively, pretty girls rule the world, and you find out that he’s (not) all that.

pairing :: na jaemin x reader genre :: comedy, angst, fluff ⋮ makeover + college au word count :: 1,548 out of est. 15k - 20k words warnings :: jujutsu kaisen spoilers, body issues, body image, weight mentions, insecurities, beauty is a social construct, lana and moon taking pity on my extremely lacking anime knowledge and helping me out, so much gaslighting that you can start a wildfire and j*ke gyll*nh*al should take notes, “if a man talks shit then i owe him nothing” playlist :: barbie girl (aqua) ⋆ pretty boys (romi) ⋆ look what you made me do (taylor swift) ⋆ invu (taeyeon) + extended playlist coming soon. author’s note :: i love she’s all that with my whole heart, but i’ve always been very //: at the whole makeover trope and decided to write my own version, so take that as you will !! ↳ part of the 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 collaboration series.

Na Jaemin does not know that you exist.

Good looking, charismatic, and popular — it’s his world, and you’re just living in it. Or something like that. You’re decently smart, somewhat funny, and not pretty enough to stand out, but not exactly hideous according to societal standards (source: those beauty quizzes you used to be obsessed with in  Cosmopolitan when you were thirteen and in desperate need of flirting tips). If he was the main lead, you’d probably be Extra #6, maybe Extra #2 on a good day.

By your calculations, the two of you should never cross paths, like two parallel lines. Wait, scratch that, you would probably never be aligned with anything that has to do with this guy. You saw him standing outside of the door to your shared accounting classroom back in freshman year, and he spent twenty five minutes editing his picture for Instagram and ended up late for the lecture. Absolute idiot. Absolute handsome idiot, but idiot nonetheless. A grade A himbo with a grade C in financial accounting.

Okay, so scrap the parallel lines theory, maybe skew lines are a better way of explaining it. Yeah, that seems about right, the two of you are from completely different dimensions, never meant to interact or run parallel with each other. And once again, by this logic, your paths should never cross.

“Y/N!”

You stand corrected.

Na Jaemin does know that you exist.

You suddenly remember that there was that one small group presentation in that very same aforementioned accounting class, and you were assigned to the same group as Jaemin. Armed with this rediscovered memory, you are going to revise your earlier response and say that the correct descriptor for your relationship is perpendicular lines. That sounds right. Final answer. You’re locking it in.

Your paths should have only intersected once, the two of you should be going in different directions, and even though you’re in another class with him again this semester, not once have the two of you had a proper conversation with each other (He asked you to pass a note once, but that barely counts). Jaemin should have forgotten you by now, and you should be continuing on with your side character life that you’re very much content with.

So then why on earth is he shouting your name like you’re old friends and causing what feels like every person within a one mile radius to stare at you?

He’s unknowingly giving you your main character moment, and you very quickly realize that you do not feel like the Y/N in any one of those Gojo fanfics you read religiously at three in the morning when you should really be studying or sleeping.

Instead, you feel like a bug watching its impending doom as a Doc Marten boot starts to descend at an alarming speed and you can’t even try to scuttle out of the way to avoid it. Frozen in your spot, you can only watch as your university’s it boy skids to a stop in front of you after running across the grass and flashing you his million dollar smile. “Hey, Y/N, right? We have ECON 13 together.”

Starstruck, your mind to mouth filter is completely shot, and all you manage to let out is a very uncool “Uh huh.”

He laughs a little breathlessly, and you feel like all the oxygen has been knocked out of your lungs, too. Sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, Jaemin tilts his head to the side slightly, the sunlight catching his profile perfectly, and your breath hitches in your throat once more.

“I know this is gonna sound really, uh, forward since we barely know each other and all, but—”

You’re barely listening to him, your heart pounding in your chest and the blood rushing to your ears. It’s pretty embarrassing to see how a near stranger with a pretty face can affect you this much. You really thought you had a much stronger willpower than this, but it’s so goddamn unfair how this boy standing in front of you has the most perfectly sculpted face you’ve ever seen. Plus, his eyelashes? Why the hell do boys always get the prettiest, thickest, and darkest lashes?

Meanwhile, you’re out here struggling to force your perpetually straight, stubby lashes into a curl that ends up lasting only a couple hours, even when you use waterproof mascara. You still end up with flat lashes and you have to feverishly scrub your eyes to remove the blasted makeup and lose a few cherished lashes in the process.

“—out with me?” Jaemin finishes, and you belatedly realize that you did not catch a single word that he said, caught in your inner monologue and too busy ogling. However, your heart flutters in your chest when you catch the last part of his question. Not to be too presumptuous, but it sounds like he’s asking you out. Why else would anyone randomly stop you like this and talk to you for this long? You’re positively giddy at this revelation. This is your moment, the one you’ve been waiting for your whole life, like Rapunzel waiting in her tower for the one to come and save her from her horribly mundane, repetitive life.

“Oh! Um… yes?” It’s a 50/50 chance between yes or no, and you hope that’s the correct answer he’s looking for.

Jaemin’s face immediately brightens, and he turns his smile up another kilowatt, nearly blinding you. You grin back at him, squinting a little. This must be how Icarus felt when he flew towards the sun.

“Oh shit, really? You’re really agreeing to tutor me? Hyuck—you know, our class’s peer TA—said I was a hopeless cause, and I would need way more one on one lessons outside of his hours and all that if I wanted to pass. And yeah, I know I could probably bitch at him until he caves since we’re kind of friends, but he would also hold this over my head, but he said you had the highest score on last week’s midterm, so I thought, ‘hey, why not shoot my shot?’” He shoots another smile your way, pausing for a quick breath. Your mind is racing a mile a minute, and his smile isn’t helping whatsoever as your heart decides to join in this race as well until it sinks when you finally process his words.

“Wait, Donghyuck said that about me?” you manage to get out, a little dazed, and Jaemin confirms before eagerly continuing on with his chatter, but all you can do is stupidly nod as the word “TUTOR” spins around and around in your mind in bold, italicized, underlined mocking red letters in Times New Roman font, size 12, double spaced, MLA format, the whole shebang.

Of course, he only wants a tutor. What made you think that a boy like him would look twice at a girl like you? The only other time a guy has ever expressed interest in you is to share homework answers for Calculus back in 10th grade (For the record, all of his answers were completely wrong, but Sungchan was a cute distraction).

“Anyways, can I have your number? I can text you to match our schedules and figure out the times to meet up for the next couple of weeks before our next midterm.” You remain wide eyed, gazing at him like a deer caught in the headlights and still attempting to fully understand everything that has just happened.

Jaemin looks at you expectantly, his hand outstretched towards you with his phone tucked between his fingers. The device dangles there for an additional ten seconds that probably isn’t socially acceptable. Grab the phone, you scream at yourself silently, but your body doesn’t seem to want to cooperate.

“Or, I can just… uh, type in your number if you tell me,” Jaemin says awkwardly, his smile wilting slightly as he shifts from one foot to the other under your unwavering gaze and slowly retracting his hand. Finally, you come to your senses as you quickly spring into action and snatch the phone from him, tapping in your digits and adding in your name and shared class before saving your contact.

“Here,” you mutter, returning his phone, and he gives you a relieved grin. You clutch onto the strap of your backpack a little tighter, cursing the way your heart skips a beat. “I should be free most weekday afternoons since I prefer to take all morning classes, but let me know when you’re free and we can work something out.”

“Awesome! Thank you so much, Y/N, you’re a life saver.” Jaemin beams at you, touching your shoulder briefly and you feel that very same place on your body erupt in flames as your face heats up in a similar manner. “I’ll text you tonight, yeah?”

You can only numbly nod, subconsciously raising your hand and waving at him, and Jaemin chuckles, flashing his pearly whites at you again, before he saunters off and blends into a group of other equally pretty and popular students, a few of whom look over at you with vague interest before turning their attention back to the boy who just joined them.

What have you gotten yourself into?

COMING SOON — 2022.

[primofate]

Jujutsu Kaisen - Kissing him for the first time Headcanons

Notes: Nothing. Just... fluff.

Warnings: Not proofread, slight sexual innuendos

Characters: Yuji, Megumi, Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna

Yuji

He deadass doesn’t even register what happened. You have to count 10 seconds before it does.

“K-Kiss?!” he shouts like an idiot, touching his lips and wondering if ingesting too many fingers has finally sent him to heaven.

“Wait can we do that again?” You can’t even say no with how innocent his face looks 

Sloppy at first, but once he gets the hang of it it’ll make you melt.

Megumi

Man is low key frustrated that you haven’t kissed him. Those cheek kisses are starting to get old. But he deadass is NOT gunna say anything.

So when you pull on his sleeve and land a kiss on his lips for the first time he’s stunned.

He’s actually also another Yuji but just a calm version.

Snaps back to reality when it dawns on him and it’s his turn to pull on your sleeve. 

When I say pull I mean he TUGS your sleeve and you land in his arms.

“Where do you think you’re going? That’s barely enough,” 

He kisses as elegantly as he looks. It’s soft and just like cotton candy.

Gojo

He beats you to it. He’s gunna be the one to initiate. 

It’s a slow and deliberate kiss, you can tell he’s done this before. You might even get a bit of tongue there. Yes, on your first kiss.

You’re struck with the realization that you are dating someone who is probably more experienced than you. Kinda scares you.

But this man is so childish he probably denies it “Hmmmm? What do you mean? No. That’s definitely my first time doing that. Why? It wasn’t good enough? Let’s go again then,”

He’s actually really perceptive and can tell you’re worried, so he reassures you that your lips are the most addicting.

“I’m not lying, I can do this all night,” 

Geto

He’d do it first, but he might hesitate and overthink it.

Because of that you can totally tell when he’s about to kiss you. You’re the one who bridges the gap.

After that initial kiss he’s gradually more confident, you swear you could even feel him putting more pressure into the kiss.

The type that would wrap his arms round your back and kiss you.

Would also pull you on his lap and put his head nearer to yours just to tease you, smirk on his face.

He’s not going to bridge the gap but because of how close he is you’re always the one who moves forward to land the kiss on him. 

Toji

He’d definitely do it first.

The back hug, tilt your head back type of kisser.

Kisses will overflow to your cheeks and jawline.

It doesn’t feel like your first kiss because it’s already so intense and captivating.

He’d have one hand on your chin and wouldn’t let you go until he’s had his fill.

Also the lift-you-up-with-one-arm-and-place-you-on-the-counter type of kisser. I mean have you seen his arms?

Nanami

Possibly the most patient one. You can wait for him to initiate but you’d probably wait a while. 

The first time your lips land together it doesn’t even feel like a kiss. It’s more like two things touching, but only because the two of you were too passive/shy to do it properly.

When you pull away though he catches your wrist and drags you back in for another one. “That wasn’t done properly, sorry,”

And when he tries again it suddenly feels right, his lips fit on yours perfectly and is the right amount of gentle and firm. 

Sukuna

Do I actually need to say anything?

Rough, even on the first time. Wants you to know that he’s hungry for more.

He’ll definitely do it first and he’ll do it whenever and wherever he wants to. 

The type of kiss where he has a hand behind your head and just sinks deeper into you with every second.

Might lick his lips when he’s done, as if he was just served some type of delicious food.

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My English Voice Headcanons!

(These are just my headcanons and explanations on why I chose that voice)

Lucifer- Roy Mustang from Full Metal Alchemist (Brotherhood)

Now I know most people choose Sebastion from Black Butler but my main issue with that is his voice isn't deep enough.

Yes he is a demon like Luci but just think about it with Roy's voice. Deep and commanding.

Mammon- Uno from Nanbaka

A lot of videos I've seen put down John Mulaney for him, and I can kinda see it. They're both funny and do dumb stuff. But Uno fits him SO WELL. If you've never watched Nanbaka, you're missing out a great show. Uno is a gambling man who's boyfriend material just like Mammon.

Leviathan- Panda from We Bare Bears

Ironically he's the only one of two that I have voice headcanons for that aren't from anime. The voice deepness doesnt match up entirely however, this is forgiven due to them having the same interests and get the same whiny tone in their voice

Satan- Light Yagami from Death Note

He was a tough one to place a voice for as he just sounds like an intelligent guy. I almost put Megumi Fushiguro from Jujutsu Kaisen but he always sounds pissed, and while Satan is always Angry, you're not supposed to be able to tell. I didn't want to put down Light but he fits too well, especially with that looks nice but can kill you with a flick of his wrist.

Asmo- Jakotsu from Inuyasha

His Japanese voice is so feminine sounding, that it was hard for me to find a character that matches. I completely understand why people put Tamaki Suoh but his voice is deeper than Asmo. I almost put Liz Thompson from Soul Eater until I remembered this bastard existed.

Beel- Rikido Satou from My Hero Academia

I had a better voice claim for him but I lost it. It was SO PERFECT too. So I went with second best

Belphie- Jyugo from Nanbaka

For some reason when I first saw him my mind tried to give him Shoto Todoroki's voice. I know their voices do not match up but they're both sleepy. Jyugo's higher pitch and general apathetic tone fits well with Belphie.

Diavolo- Yamato from Nanbaka

Another Nanbaka character. Their laughs are pretty similar, they're both energetic and they're both kind of oblivious.

Barbatos- Sebastian from Black Butler

Is it because he's a demon butler. A bit. But mostly it's a similar voice pitch, and how it's a horrifying demon hiding behind polite words and gestures but you can look into their eyes and know something isn't right with them...

Simeon- Kovu from Lion King 2

He's the other one who's voice isn't from an anime but damn. Kovu's voice on Simeon is heaven sent (haha) that's my only reasoning. I was gonna give him Tamaki Suoh otherwise.

Luke- Killua from HunterXHunter

I've personally never watched this one, but I have seen clips.

Solomon- Lau from Black Butler

He is just as hard to find a voice as Satan because they both just sound like intellectual guys. Being an ancient and powerful sorcerer, you'd expect him to sound a bit more out there. My other choice was to put him as Hikaru from OHSHC

[qitwrites]

traditions

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen 

Pairing: Itadori Yuuji/Fushiguro Megumi 

A/N: I caught up with the manga, and shit’s pretty fucked, so I decided to amend that with fluff. 

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Fushiguro - according to Kugisaki - is the textbook definition of a homosexual disaster.

No see, here’s the thing- everything was going fine. Great. No problems at all. Fushiguro respects his seniors, tolerates Gojo, and has the biggest soft spot for Inumaki, but he’s never been attracted to any one in his usual circle. So, school and sorcery and life in general was simple. No distractions, no crushes as such, no complications. All good.

And then Itadori Yuuji barges into his life and upends the fuck out of it by eating a special grade cursed object to save him. Then he joins Jujutsu Tech, and now they work and train and study and live alongside one another.

The thing is, Itadori is cute as fuck. 10/10 would tap that, any day of any week.

It’s not that Fushiguro has a type or anything, but Itadori just ticks all his boxes. When Todo had bullheadedly asked him what kind of person he likes, he’d said anyone with a strong moral compass that doesn’t waver in their resolve.

That’s Itadori in a nutshell.

Also, doesn’t hurt that he’s like, stupidly hot either. His raw physical prowess is reflected on his body in the form of shapely muscles, hard abs, and wide forearms that look like they could pick Fushiguro up and just throw him like a javelin. They actually can- Itadori had to do it for a mission this one time. Fushiguro enjoyed it immensely, and he will take this information with him to his grave.

So, not only is Itadori attractive and strong and of good character, but he’s also hella friendly. Fushiguro knows he’s not the easiest person to befriend- it takes a while for him to warm up to people, to share things about himself, to talk about the shitshow that is his family, but Itadori does not seem to give a single, flying fuck. He walks into Fushiguro’s life with the strength and ease of someone that just believes they belong. And Fushiguro lets him, because he is, as Kugisaki very accurately put it, a complete and utter homosexual disaster.

But it’s fine. Crushes happen all the time, and Fushiguro knows it’s hopeless and that’s ok. He knows Itadori likes him and cherishes their friendship, and that is enough. It will be. He’ll move on, and they’ll laugh about it in a few years (if they survive) and it’ll be great. In the meantime, he’s going to hole up in his room and read non-fiction books and stay away from pink hair and large toothy smiles.

Of course, the first person to fuck up his plans is Itadori.

It’s Saturday night, and dinner had been a simple meal of rice, miso soup and some sides made by Itadori. He’s a really good cook, and the home food is such a welcome change from the bento boxes Fushiguro normally picks up from the convenience store. Sometimes, Itadori will drag Fushiguro into the kitchen to teach him a thing or two, and Fushiguro learns, and pines, and smacks Itadori when he says something especially idiotic. It’s routine. It’s nice.

Dinner was an hour ago, and now he’s just curled up in bed with his book. It’s shaping up to be a typical weekend, which is nice considering the number of missions they picked up last week. His bones are aching a little, his feet are slightly sore, and he knows he’s going to sleep like the dead tonight.

He hears the knock even though it’s a bit soft. Fushiguro sits up and cocks his head. Was he imagining it?

And then there’s another knock, more confident. Thud thud thud.

Fushiguro climbs out of bed, setting his book aside carefully. He stretches his hands over his head and walks over to the door. ‘Coming.’

He swings it open, and he sees pink hair and his heart just sort of beats out of his chest.

‘Hiya.’ Itadori’s smile is wide, trusting, and full of gusto. He holds a packet of chips in one hand and a laptop in the other.  

‘What’s up?’

‘Are you busy?’

He should say he is. If he says he’s busy, then he doesn’t have to let Itadori in and he can continue with Operation: get over Itadori Yuuji. It’s the most logical move.

‘No, why do you ask?’ Well, apparently his brain has detached from his mouth.

‘Well, I overheard you telling Kugisaki that you’ve never seen the Saw movies and I realized something. Something terrible.’

Fushiguro tenses. ‘And what’s that?’

‘I can’t be best friends with someone that’s never seen Saw.’ Itadori pouts cutely, and Fushiguro is this close to just walking off the face of the Earth. He leans into the door frame, needing the additional support.

‘And I don’t want anyone else to be my best friend. So, the only solution is to make you watch Saw! With me! Like, right now.’

Fushiguro feels so much all at once- he wants to pull Itadori into a hug, he wants to jump off his balcony, he wants to slam the door shut and just cry, and he wants to watch stupid movies with this stupid man.

‘If you get crumbs on my bed, I’m going to kick you in the stomach.’

Itadori beams, and Fushiguro is a lost cause.

There’s a bit of adjusting (Fushiguro, your pillows are too hard, let me go grab mine) and a bit of remodelling (What do you mean we can’t make a blanket fort, that’s literally half the movie experience) and after relenting to a weird half-assed tent structure, the two of them huddle on the bed, backs against the wall, laptop placed on a chair by their feet with a bag of chips between them.

Saw is a terrible movie.

There’s gore and screaming and a creepy dude running around and it’s honestly just horrendous. The main character calls himself Jigsaw, and Fushiguro is tempted to flip the laptop after the hundredth blood spill. He looks over at Itadori who’s completely engrossed, eyes reflecting the colours and flashes of light on the screen. It’s cute, the concentration he’s pouring into it. His hand is stuck in the bag of chips and Fushiguro smacks it away to grab a few of his own.

Fushiguro does his best to watch and gets into it at least a little. It’s bad, but it’s not the worst way to spend a weekend night. He admits that a huge reason why the experience is kinda fun is that he’s doing something with Itadori that isn't life-threatening, which is a refreshing change.

The end credits start rolling and Itadori stretches his arms, fingers pushing through the droopy tent roof.

‘What did you think?’

‘I’ve seen worse.’

Itadori laughs. ‘I know what you mean. It grows on you though.’

‘There’s more?’

Itadori looks at him, blinks, cocks his head. ‘You didn’t know?’

Fushiguro shrugs. ‘I’ve never been a movie buff, so I have no information on this.’

‘Fushiguro.’

‘What?’

‘There’s 9 movies.’

Fushiguro’s mouth drops. ‘What?’

‘Yup, there’s nine in total, and the tenth one is in the making.’

‘Holy shit, that’s a lot of movies in one franchise.’

‘Yup. And we’re watching all of them.’

Fushiguro’s eyes widen. ‘What? No way. Nope. Not a chance. I can’t handle more of this, it was barely tolerable.’

‘It doesn’t matter! It’s the principle of the thing- you’ve started the series so you might as well see it through.’

‘9 movies? How can they possibly have enough content for that?’

‘It’s what they do. I promise it gets better and worse.’

Fushiguro sighs. ‘I’m not getting out of this, am I?’

Itadori pushes into his shoulder playfully. ‘Nope. I’m getting more snacks next time, let’s do two movies.’

Fushiguro sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

He’s really struggling to pretend like he’s upset with this development. He’s not upset. He’s honestly anything but.

---

Itadori comes back next Saturday with some blankets and a pillow tucked under one arm and a laptop in the other. He has a grocery bag with chips and sour patch kids hanging between his teeth and he still manages to smile. Fushiguro is so done.

‘Are you a dog?’ he grumbles, plucking the bag out of his face and setting it by the bed. Itadori gets to work immediately, setting up the pillows and his sad excuse for a blanket fort while Fushiguro brings a bowl for the chips and candy. Once they’ve settled in, Itadori starts the second movie and Fushiguro resigns himself to his fate.  

It’s really not that bad.

The movie is whatever, Fushiguro tunes in and out, alternating between watching the screen and sneaking looks at Itadori. He’s as engrossed as ever, and the tip of his tongue is sticking out in concentration and it’s so cute it makes Fushiguro want to curl up in his lap and squish him.

He’s crushing hard. Like, really hard. It’s about the gayest thing he’s ever experienced.

The movie pushes on, and they start to get more comfortable. Itadori isn’t a talker, which is surprising and nice, but when the movie lulls, he does make a joke or two. They sink lower into the bed, and by the end of the movie, they’re firmly pressed into each other from shoulder to thigh, with the bowl of chips on Fushiguro’s lap and the candy in Itadori’s.

Itadori is really warm. Could be his natural body heat, could be the king of curses residing within him, could be Fushiguro’s imagination- who’s to say at this point?

When the credits roll, Itadori stretches again like a cat in the sun, groaning his satisfaction. Fushiguro rubs his temples and wills away his blush.

‘What did you think?’

‘Not terrible, but honestly, what the fuck?’

‘That pretty much sums up the franchise.’

Itadori loads up the next movie while Fushiguro stays in position, comfortable. When he’s done, he leans back and makes himself comfortable against Fushiguro’s side, head leaning against his shoulder, his cheek pressed against bone. He looks smooshed, and it’s ridiculous.

If he gave a single shit about the movie, he’d ask him to move because he’s so far gone now there’s no way he’d pay attention at all.

Fushiguro doesn’t say a word, just sends up a silent prayer that Itadori remains there, pushed into him and all up in his space, for the rest of the evening.

That’s exactly what he does.

---

Fushiguro’s feet are burning.

The soles are achy all over, tender and jolty. Any time he walks, he suppresses a hiss of pain. When he’d taken a look, the entire sole was an angry red, and he’s just so annoyed.

The week had been tough- tons of running around and multiple search and rescue missions and this one tenacious curse that he and Itadori had to chase for several miles before finally exorcising it. By the end of it all, his feet were burning like a low fire in the pits of hell.

Itadori is fine, as always. It’s probably an incredible combination of his own inherent athleticism and lord dipshit within him, but Itadori heals at an accelerated pace, and like, he came back from the dead. Sore feet would be nothing to this guy.

When Itadori knocks on the door as always, an hour after Saturday night dinner, Fushiguro just calls out, ‘Come in.’ He really doesn’t want to walk to the door, so he’d left it open intentionally.

Itadori struggles to open the door on his own, arms filled with so much stuff it’s overflowing everywhere, and that horribly lovely smile is still stretched across his face and Fushiguro is just so smitten it’s ridiculous.

Itadori throws a few pillows in his direction, places a frankly ridiculous amount of snacks at the foot of the bed, and starts building his fort. Fushiguro is yet to help him with this, to actually put in any effort and make it with him rather than just watch him with a bemused smirk, but part of him knows that if he joins in, he’s admitting to something. He’s admitting that he’s invested. That he likes this as much as Itadori, probably so much more. That he likes Itadori so much, it’s all-consuming.

Itadori gives him the laptop while he makes some finishing touches on the fort, and he’s gotten better over the last few weeks. The tent is less saggy, with more room to move around and its range is expanding. It no longer covers just the bed, it extends to his desk and is inching towards his closet. Itadori is taking over his room, his heart, his brain, his life. He keeps taking and taking and taking, and Fushiguro just gives him more, happily, heartbreakingly, with all the love and nonchalance and patience he can muster.

He’s so whipped he’s giving Kugisaki a headache. She’s told him as much, repeatedly.

He’s got the final Saw movie prepped and ready to go, positioning the laptop on the chair as usual. Itadori grabs the bowls and decants their snacks before sitting next to Fushiguro, his head automatically resting on the man’s shoulders. Fushiguro rests his head on Itadori’s soft pink hair, breathing in the scent of the shampoo Itadori always steals from Kugisaki, and muffles a laugh. It’s so silly.

They’re about mid-way through the movie (by movie 9 there’s no milking the plot, it’s them just beating a dead horse ruthlessly) when Fushiguro shifts his legs and his feet bump into the chair, and he bites out a yelp of pain. Itadori sits up immediately, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

‘You ok?’

Fushiguro waves him down, wincing. ‘Yes, yes, I’m fine, don’t worry about it.’

‘Did you stub your toe? That’s one of the worst feelings ever. And I’ve had my heart ripped out of my chest. And lost an arm. And I’ve been stabbed repeatedly. Amongst other things.’

‘I didn’t stub my toe. And also, what the fuck, are you ok?’

‘I’m fine,’ Itadori laughs easily. ‘Seriously, what’s wrong?’

‘My feet hurt,’ Fushiguro admits with a defeated sigh. ‘We’ve been moving about a lot, and after that pineapple fucker two days ago, my feet have just gotten really sore. I soaked them in hot water a few hours ago, I think I should be fine by Monday.’

Itadori eyes him suspiciously.

‘I’m not lying dumbass. I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it. Let’s just get this horrible movie over with.’

Itadori hums, turning back to the screen. A minute later, he looks over at Fushiguro.

‘Well, I’m going to apologize for this in advance.’

‘Apologize for wh- HEY!’

Itadori, with his stupidly inhumane strength, yanks Fushiguro’s legs off the edge of the bed and right into his lap. Fushiguro is now laying down with his head resting against the headboard, and he’s about to kick out when Itadori just digs his thumbs into the arch of his feet and Fushiguro narrowly stops himself from moaning obscenely.

He has died and ascended. His soul is no longer in this realm of existence. It has found peace. The meaning of life. Attained nirvana. He can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

It’s seriously that good.

Because Itadori is strong. He’s really strong, so his movements are sure and deep. His thumbs are pushing against the arch, into the heel of his foot, pushing into that junction where his toes meld into the sole, and it’s so damn good. Fushiguro squirms.

‘How are you- ah shit, right there -how are you so good at this?’

Itadori throws him an easy smile. ‘Used to massage grandpa’s feet all the time. Became an expert over time, especially because I had a lot of his nurses guiding me as well. Is it ok?’

Fushiguro tries to throw him a deadpan look but then Itadori’s thumbs just push into a particularly sore spot and Fushiguro’s eyes roll back into his skull. When he’s able to pull himself together, he looks at the pink-haired man, feeling breathless.

‘It feels great. If you tell a single soul, I will drop kick you.’

Itadori’s laugh is loud and boisterous, and it fills the room completely, saturates it with this feeling of ease and honesty.

‘This stays here, no worries. Like a Las Vegas thing.’

Fushiguro smiles at the stupid reference.

After a few minutes pass by, Fushiguro reluctantly starts pulling his feet away. ‘You’ve done more than enough,’ he starts to say. Itadori wraps his fingers around his ankles, holding him in place.

‘I can honestly do this for hours, it’s fine. You can see the screen, right?’ Fushiguro nods immediately. ‘So, let’s just keep watching. I’ll stop if I’m tired, ok?’

Fushiguro relents without a fight because it’s the most relief he’d gotten in ages, and Itadori is touching him and he’s weak in every possible way and he lets himself be. Just this once.

They finish the movie (thank goodness it’s over) and Itadori continues to massage his feet as they discuss what the 10th movie could possibly be like. They discuss theories and plot holes, and Itadori doesn’t let go, his hands inching up and massaging his calves as well, and fuck if Fushiguro’s going to stop him because it feels good. He’s gay and Itadori is hot and his fingers are actual magic- like, they put sorcery to shame.

When it’s well past midnight and Itadori yawns a few times, Fushiguro finally sits up, pulling his feet out of Itadori’s grasp. The pink-haired man lets his hands linger for as long as possible, and Fushiguro decides he’s just imagining it. Surely.

‘I kinda, I mean, I want to repay you for that. You massaged me for hours, you know.’

Itadori pretends to think for a second before breaking into a bright, 100-megawatt smile.

‘Well then, let’s watch more movies! Let’s just make this movie night! We can watch stuff you look up as well, we can watch anything.’

Fushiguro stares at him, stunned. He hadn’t been expecting that and truth be told, he was really sad the Saw franchise was over because he assumed that would be the end of this, and he was too shy to ask what Itadori was so easily asking him. To see Itadori so excited at the prospect of an actual movie night, with no end in sight, made his heart leap and throb and squeeze. It was incredible.

‘Deal.’ He keeps his voice level and his face neutral, but he can’t hide his eyes and Itadori reads him in a second and his smile softens. He knows him so well now, like the back of his hand.

Itadori bids him a soft goodnight, collecting his stuff and shuffling back to his room slowly. Fushiguro falls asleep quickly, and it's deep and dreamless.

He wakes up to painless feet. It’s a miracle in every single way.

---

When Itadori gently pulls his feet into his lap the next weekend, Fushiguro doesn’t bother protesting it. He just gives him a slightly exasperated sigh, a soft smile and hits play.

They’ve decided to pick up the How to train your dragon franchise this time, as a welcome change of pace.

‘What’s it about?’

‘Well, it’s honestly all in the title. It’s about dragons and Vikings and it’s funny and it has great music!’ Itadori lights up while talking about it, and his energy is so damn contagious. Fushiguro feels himself getting hyped. ‘I think you’ll like it. Especially since you have those cool Shikigamis, you might relate to this more!’

Fushiguro hums, and they watch. Fushiguro routinely pushes pieces of chips and sour candy into Itadori’s mouth, and Itadori’s fingers become well-acquainted with the planes and bumps and grooves of his feet, and the shape of his calves.

Fushiguro gets really into the movie.

Not only is the animation top-notch, but the voice actors are great, the storyline is gripping, and Toothless is so childish and sweet and endearing, his heart aches with love. He barely pays attention to Itadori this time. He seems just as invested, even if it’s the hundredth time he’s rewatching it.

To Fushiguro’s surprise, he chokes up at the end, after the big battle. The whole scene feels strangely familiar in some ways, and he tries desperately to hide his growing discomfort. He peaks over at Itadori and his eyes widen.

Itadori is swallowing hard, his eyes shining and glistening with unshed tears. His grip on Fushiguro is tight as hell, but not painful. He’s barely holding on, it seems.

So Fushiguro looks away, and lets himself feel. He doesn’t cry, but it’s damn near the same feeling.

Itadori’s knowing smirk is as annoying as it is stupidly kissable.

‘You seemed to enjoy that!’

‘It was decent. Much better than all the Saw movies combined.’

Itadori barks out a laugh. ‘Decent, he says. I saw you nearly crying through my own tears. And you were glued to the screen. Such a liar.’

Fushiguro relents. ‘Fine, it was really good. I’m hooked, and I cant wait to see the other 2 movies.’

‘You know I’ll be here.’

Fushiguro is helpless against his blush. He barely hides it in the crook of his elbow. Itadori’s fingers are still pressing into his feet and it’s all so much but not enough. His heart still aches.

‘And the next two movies are visual masterpieces. Can’t wait to get into it all!’

Fushiguro nods, and with the promise of next week, he sleeps just a little easier.

---

When Itadori pulls his feet into his lap three weeks in a row, Fushiguro decides it’s time he does more to repay the pink-haired man. It’s definitely not enough to just grace Itadori with his presence and with a weekly movie night.

So, when they come together to watch the third and final How to train your dragon movie, Fushiguro stands in his room, chewing his lower lip anxiously. He feels like he may have gone overboard, and he’s more scared of being found out by Itadori, about his feelings and his hopelessly ginormous crush and just how big of a complete and utter disaster he is than anything else.

Before he can take it down though, Itadori walks in after a quick knock and a shout of Pardon the intrusion but not reaaallllyyyy.

He walks in, snack bag in his mouth, arms holding way too much stuff, and gives Fushiguro a grin before turning to the bed to start his usual set-up routine. That’s when he stops dead on his feet, and Fushiguro at least enjoys the look of complete and utter shock on his face. The snack bag drops to the ground before Fushiguro can catch it with a loud thunk.

So, here’s a fun fact about Fushiguro- he can build insane blanket forts. No, really, you don’t understand, he could be mistaken for an architect because that’s how good he is. And the reason is a bit long and a bit complicated, but it mostly has to do with his sister. When they were left all alone in the world, sharing a small space just between the two of them, they would build blanket forts with all the stuff lying around the house, and within those sheets, they were shielded from the world and all its horrors. They did it for a long time, and it was their tradition. They got better at it over the years, learning what sheets worked best, what make-shift supports held things up at the right height, where to place the pillows.

The minute Fushiguro started to put the fort together, his muscle memory kicked in and took it from there. It brought forth some memories that made him choke up, but he focused on Itadori, and it helped. He adjusted the height to accommodate two growing boys instead of two tiny humans, and before he knew it, the fort had sprawled to encompass his entire room. He borrowed pillows from Inumaki and Panda, who were willing albeit slightly perplexed, and he grabbed Kugisaki’s fairy lights to really spruce things up. The weather had gotten colder, so he had also laid out his thick duvet for them to slip under, and the icing on the cake was the pizza he had ordered. Itadori always bought the snacks, so he wanted to pull his own weight. Also, they were active jujutsu sorcerers- they may have eaten dinner an hour ago, but they were always hungry. It was endless.

Itadori remains rooted in place, and Fushiguro starts to get nervous. A bit anxious. A bit scared. What if it is too much? Had he overstepped in some way? Or what if Itadori looked forward to building the fort and Fushiguro had taken that away from him?

Itadori slowly looks at him, eyes piercing and unreadable and bright.

And then he smiles. The world rights itself a little.

And he smiles big, huge, all-encompassing. Its lips stretched over white teeth and his eyes are crinkling in that really lovely way and the dimples are dotting his cheeks and its utter magic.

‘Fushi,’ Itadori gushes, almost breathless. ‘This is insane. How the hell did you do this?’

Fushiguro bites his lip. ‘You like it?’

‘Like? Fushi, dude, my man, my guy, like doesn’t begin to cover it! I don’t have better words cause I’m kind of an idiot, but it’s. Like. A+. 11/10. I’m so impressed right now.’

And now Fushiguro is smiling with him, stomach flopping around endlessly, and he’s young and in love and he doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

‘I also got pizza,’ Fushiguro gestures to the table behind him, picking the snack bag off the floor and placing it by the bed. ‘I wasn’t sure what you liked so I just got the same thing you ordered when I was sick.’

Itadori happily bounds over to the box and leans in for a sniff.

‘I love this stuff, it’s yum. And it’s still steaming, all fresh and hot.’ Itadori gives him a big thumbs-up. ‘This is so bomb Fushi, thank you so much!’

Fushiguro almost says No thank you, you’ve been doing so much for our movie nights and I wanted to show you how grateful I am for you and for all of this and I love you so please take my heart and just keep it, I really don’t need it, you know?

What he says instead is, ‘Not a problem. Shall we set up?’

And so, 10 minutes later finds them curled up in their usual spots, except this time they’re under the covers. Fushiguro places all the food between them, and Itadori alternates between massaging his feet (which he cleans meticulously before their movie nights because he doesn’t want Itadori to eat with dirty feet hands) and taking bites of pizza and smiling and laughing and choking up at the movie.

The trilogy ends and Fushiguro can honestly see why Itadori has watched this countless times. It’s just that good.

If Itadori hears him sniffle, he doesn’t say a word. Just squeezes his calf and runs his fingers from his knees to his ankles and Fushiguro realizes, in that moment, that a part of him will always belong to this man.

---

They don’t miss a single movie night for months. They’ve now finished the Saw franchise, the HTTYD trilogy, the Batman trilogy, and the entire Annabelle series. If Fushiguro didn’t hate dolls before, well, now the thought of them sends shivers up his spine. And he fights curses. For a living.

Life is weird.

They don’t miss a single movie night for months. Sometimes it’s Sunday night instead, or Friday. Sometimes it’s earlier in the day, in the afternoon maybe. Sometimes, it’s really late at night, so late that by the time they’re done, it’s already 3am and the world is silent. The world doesn’t exist beyond the walls of Fushiguro’s room, and he’s ok with that.

On those nights, Itadori stays over.

They curl up on his bed together, not quite touching but not quite not touching. It’s a single bed and they’re not small by any means. The touching is inevitable. Fushiguro wonders if any part of it is voluntary.

He learns that Itadori’s toes are always warm, unlike Fushiguro’s. He’s a surprisingly calm sleeper. His sleep-heavy voice is deep, and his sleep-heavy smile is soft.

They fall asleep facing away from one another, they wake up spooning or being spooned. They don’t say a word. And they don’t stop.

The night that they finish the latest Annabelle movie, Itadori looks insanely freaked out and Fushiguro doesn’t blame him. That shit’s creepy as hell.

The problem is that it’s only 00:14. Too early for them to call for a sleepover unprompted.

Itadori’s got Fushiguro’s legs in his lap, and he’s pursing his lips as if deep in thought. Fushiguro thinks fuck it.

‘Do you want to stay over?’

The relief flows off Itadori in waves. ‘You’re an actual lifesaver, you know that right?’

Fushiguro smirks, and they throw snarky comments back and forth between them as they get ready for bed. Itadori brings his toothbrush and they clean up side by side, fighting for the mirror. They take the fort down methodically, like a well-oiled machine, and they curl up under the duvet, touching but not quite touching, facing away from one another.

15 minutes later, Fushiguro feels Itadori curled around him, legs tangled and arm carefully slipped over his middle. He feels him shake, and he can taste the hesitation and he knows Itadori will move away soon because they both know they’re both awake.

He moves his hand lower and places it over Itadori’s. He squeezes it once, and moves it away, and evens out his breathing. He feels himself drifting off, and the last thing he feels is Itadori’s arm curling around him just a little tighter, holding him just a little closer. The air tastes less hesitant, more hopeful.

It’s wonderfully frightening.

---

They don’t miss a single movie night for months. Until one day, they do.

The thing about Sukuna is that he’s the King of Curses, Lord Asshat extraordinaire, and an overall terrible being. Not only does he reside in Itadori rent-free, he also chooses when to heal him and when to watch from the sidelines as blood gushes out of wounds that are near-fatal. Itadori’s pain tolerance is impossibly high, but that doesn’t mean he can’t feel pain.

Itadori feels everything. He feels so much, so willingly, so wholeheartedly. He’s a feeler.

And so, when one of their missions go haywire (as always), Itadori risks his life for his classmates (as always), and is left on the verge of death (as always). The only difference being he doesn’t improve. At least not at that inhumane pace that he always does.

He’s not dead, but he’s not in the world of the living either. He’s drifting somewhere in between, and Fushiguro feels like he’s drowning. He can’t get enough air; he can’t see beyond the murky waters that are darker than ink.

Fushiguro is in the in-house hospital on campus and he rarely, if ever, leaves Itadori’s side. The incident took place on a Tuesday and it is now Saturday. Itadori’s vitals are stable, his heart is in his chest, beating, and his blood is circulating and oxygenating him.

He does not wake up, he does not speak, and he does not smile.

Something in Fushiguro’s chest cracks.

People come by to visit all the time. Nobara brings snacks and chats with Itadori like he’s ok, like he’ll respond. Only Fushiguro hears the tremor in her voice. Maki holds back from smacking someone in a coma, vowing to get him good when he’s awake for doing something so monumentally dumb. Gojo flits in and out as often as he can, and he always squeezes Fushiguro’s shoulder with a tightness that eases his chest just a little before leaving again.

After dinner on Saturday, Fushiguro decides to do something.

He lets himself into Itadori’s room- messy but not sloppy, and simple. He finds his laptop on his desk and charges it for a bit before taking it back with him. He doesn’t set up a blanket fort, simple loads up a Christopher Nolan movie that they’d decided on last week and lets it play.

He holds Itadori’s hand the entire time. It doesn’t squeeze back.

The crack in his chest widens.

---

He’s not there when Itadori wakes up.

Gojo had pushed him out of the room to go take a shower and grab a proper meal and maybe even take a nap, and Fushiguro had relented to two of the three- showering and eating. With a belly full of terrible convenience store food that could never hope to hold a candle to Itadori’s meals, Fushiguro slowly makes his way back to the infirmary when he hears voices. One voice, in particular, stops him in his tracks.

‘How are you feeling?’

‘My mouth tastes like ass.’

It’s one of the first things Itadori has said in a week and a half, and something between a laugh and a sob gets stuck in Fushiguro’s chest. He moves to yank the door open and throw himself at Itadori when he hears-

‘Where’s Fushi?’

‘Oh, he went to take a shower, clean up a little, all that.’

‘Ah. I see.’

Fuck, he sounds disappointed.

‘Don’t look so upset.’ Gojo teases. ‘He hasn’t left your side since you got hurt, you know?’

‘Really?’

Gojo hums. ‘He’s here all day. He tried working for a day or two, but his head wasn’t in it, so we forced him to sit out for a bit. He’s just been keeping you company here, reading, fretting, pining.’

Fushiguro wants to punch Gojo.

Itadori barks out a laugh. It sounds loud and forced and not very happy.

‘Don’t tease me about that sensei. That’s cruel, even for you.’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘You know what I’m talking about.’

‘I want to be sure. I’m not a mind-reader you know. So tell me,’ Gojo urges, ‘what are you talking about?’

Itadori sighs. It sounds exhausted more than pained. ‘I’ve liked him since the day we fought the curse and saved my senpais. It’s cruel for you to tease me about a one-sided crush.’

Fushiguro is suddenly numb, hot and cold everywhere, and his head is spinning, an echo of ‘I’ve liked him I’ve liked him’ just bouncing around his brain endlessly. He has to force himself to concentrate or risk missing out more of the conversation.

‘I mean, why do you think it’s one-sided?’

‘Are you kidding me? He’s so out of my league, I can’t even think about it. He’s so. Just. Everything good in this world. And he likes dogs sensei, what more could I want in a person?’

Fushiguro’s vision is just swimming and he wants to smother Itadori in a hug and protect him forever. His feet are taking longer to respond to his brain though.

‘I don’t think that’s true,’ Gojo sings, laughing. ‘My advice would be to not give up. You’d be good for each other, you know? Also, he’s really not all that perfect. Trust me, I’ve known him since he was a child. This one time, during the spring festival, he-‘

‘Itadori, you’re awake?’

Evidently, his self-preservation instincts had bypassed his brain and forced his legs to move at near inhumane speed. God bless instincts.

Itadori is sitting up, and he looks a bit frail but the color in his cheeks is steadily returning. His eyes widen in surprise before his mouth twists up in a grin so wide Fushiguro is worried he’ll break his face. His eyes are molten, watery, and brighter than the sun.

‘Hi Fushi.’

For once, Fushiguro doesn’t give a two shit flying fuck that Gojo is in the room and will hence tease him for the rest of his life, he just walks over to the bed and gathers Itadori into a hug and holds him there, pressing his warmth into Itadori. There’s the beating of his heart, the rise and fall of his chest, and the smile on his lips pressed into Fushiguro’s shoulder.

The world rights itself on its axis, just a little more.

‘Idiot.’

Itadori’s muffled laugh makes him grin, and he pulls away. He rearranges his face in a scowl.

‘I told you before if you die on me-‘

‘-you’ll kill me yourself. I know, I know. I’m here Fushi, you don’t have to become a murderer. It’s a good day.’

Fushiguro lets his face morph back into a grin before looking over at Gojo. His teacher’s smirk tells him everything- how he knew where Fushiguro was, how he’s seen right through Fushiguro, how he’s going to tease him till the day either of them die. And Fushiguro wants to be annoyed and pissed off but he can’t bring himself to care, not right now.

Itadori’s heart is beating in his chest, and he smiles at Fushiguro, and his cheeks are tinting pink.

Fushiguro’s heart is full.

---

‘Sorry I missed movie night.’

Itadori’s apology is so stupid Fushiguro nearly gwaffs, but that’s undignified as fuck so he settles for a cough and a withering stare.

‘I mean, it’s not like you were in a coma or anything.’

‘You know what I mean! But anyway, I’m here now, so let’s pick up where we left off.’

‘No, we’ll have to move on to the next movie. We watched that one last week.’

‘Huh?’

Fushiguro looks at him, prays he isn’t seven shades of red. ‘Well, I thought maybe if we had a movie night at the infirmary, you’d feel better. Where you were. Especially if you were dealing with lord fuckwad. You know?’

Itadori stares at him in awe and chuckles softly. ‘You’re something else, you know? Just when I think I’ve got you all figured out.’

Gojo’s word reverberate around his skull and Fushiguro just clears his throat. ‘Yeah, well, I’m all about surprising people. Woohoo.’

Itadori bursts out laughing, and they go back to setting up the fort, the pizza, the snacks, the lights, the laptop. It’s easy and familiar and nice. They settle into the mattress, but Fushiguro doesn’t let Itadori take his feet this time, opting to press into his side instead. Itadori barely puts up a fight.

They’re roughly 8 minutes into Interstellar when Itadori asks, ‘How did you set up the movie in the infirmary?’

Fushiguro hums, ‘I grabbed your laptop and put it on a chair to your left. I sat on the right. I sat by your bed and I…’

‘And you?’

Fushiguro should be nervous but he’s not. He’s surprised by how not nervous he is.

‘And I did this.’ He laces their hands together, eyes trained on Itadori's.

It’s like looking at a bowl of liquid amber. His eyes are light brown, bordering on gold, and they’re mesmerizing when you’re this close. He doesn’t look away from Fushiguro, his breath doesn’t stutter, he doesn’t jerk away. He squeezes Fushiguro’s hand with his right one and slowly brings up the left. He rests it on Fushiguro’s jaw, soft skin meeting calloused fingers and there’s a heat building under Fushiguro’s skin that makes him feel that same hot and cold sensation everywhere.

‘I’m going to kiss you.’

Itadori’s voice is deeper than Fushiguro’s ever heard it, low and spicy and sure. His hands are gentle and confident.

Fushiguro doesn’t nod or say Yes or blush.

He just brings his right arm up, wraps it around Itadori’s left wrist and leans in, bringing them together in what is possibly the softest touch of lips ever, in the history of the universe.

It’s not hesitant, it’s just new. And all-encompassing. And maddeningly good. And soft.  

Itadori’s breath hitches and he leans his head, slotting their lips together better and Fushiguro is humming because fucking hell is this good. There’s no tongue, just pressure and nips and small licks and bites. By the end of it, Fushiguro is smiling into Itadori’s smile, and he’s kissing it and nuzzling it and he’s drowning in the best way possible.

Itadori finally pulls away, after several small kisses, and does that beaming smile that makes Fushiguro’s stomach do really terrible things.

‘I can’t believe all this happened because of Saw.’

Fushiguro’s smile shrivels away in a heartbeat and Itadori is laughing and snorting, the bastard.

‘Itadori Yuji.’

More laughter.

‘I swear on all that is good and pure, if you tell people we got together because of Saw, I will dump your ass so hard you won't be able to sit down for weeks.’

Itadori laughs some more and presses his giggles against Fushiguro’s lips and dammit he’s so weak and gay.

Itadori’s hand slips down his jaw and cups the back of his neck and he pulls him close, pressing their foreheads together.

‘We both know that’s not true.’

Damn it. He really does know Fushiguro like the back of his hand.

And so he does the only thing he can think of- he kisses him again. And again. And then some more, just because he can.

The movie remains forgotten, and frankly, they couldn’t care less.

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I’ve seen a fad where people describe their original character’s personality with a few canon characters from different series.

What characters do you think you could combine to make Joelle?

☆꧁✬◦°˚°◦. ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ .◦°˚°◦✬꧂☆ Thank you for the ask Mel! It actually took me a good amount of time to even decide upon who would be most fitting to build Joelle. Since she has some of my own self insert in her , but really which oc doesn't? It was kind of hard to decide xD But I think I've managed to collect the ones that are pretty relatable with my character. So here it goes!

Lucy - Elfen Lied If I have to be honest I've never would of thought upon how similar Joelle and Lucy stories are. I was never intending to have so many similarities with this specific characters until recently I stumbled upon a video that made me remember a bit more about the anime and how it played out. Lucy is a very interesting character , born with a 'sickness' ever since she was little kind of reminded me upon Joelle's origin as a pillar both past and present . Lucy has been bullied , barely knew any kind of friends and because of her 'sickness' everyone was after her because what she can cause with her powers , until she stumbled upon one that really liked her for who she was [Kind of gives me the possible Joseph or Rei vibes but without the romantic kind of intent that was implied in the story because Lucy did fall in love with her best friend.] She was brought into a lab to keep away from the outside world and experimented on , until she broke out and was given a chance for a second life regardless of what she had witnessed and did in her youth.

Ren Tao - Shaman King A few aspects that I can collect from Ren are the anger he has built for humanity that really matches with Joelle's story . Because when she ended up in the XPD facility where they did various of experiments on her and basically played her like a toy she began to pile up a lot of anger upon those people creating an image in her head that they were all the same . But after meeting with someone who opened her eyes to the world , she began to have another look upon things and wanted to try and move on and heal but also find a new purpose in life .

Edward Elric - Fullmetal Alchemist When ever I would look at Ed I could actually see a few aspects of Joelle as well , because of his own determination to fix what he has done in the past and return his brother back to his original body , reminds me of how Joelle wants to protect her new family and find a way to stop evil from prevailing . It also gives a pinch of hint upon how him and his brother were trying to bring back their mother , is a similarity upon how Joelle wanted to bring back her own mother but instead she ended up releasing a curse that later on haunts her , the same way Ed and Alphonse tried to bring their mother back and ended up creating a homunculus being. Sadly I haven't watched brotherhood and I really need to , but I'd assume I'd find even more similarities if I do so~. But I do however see a lot of pieces of Ed in Joelle!

Misaki Ayuzawa - Kaichou wa maid-sama This goes a bit on her emotional side to be honest. Misaki is a perfect representation of Joelle , a strong and very responsible individual and yearns for a piece of romance in her life that will assure her that they will stay with them for who they are . A perfect aspect of her Tsundere side because she is very conflicted and very confused when it comes to these sort of things. I absolutely adore her strong character and how she is able to handle so many responsibilities , reminds me upon her current position in the SpeedWagon foundation , a lot fear her because of how she would act and how her attitude just goes across the room, but a good amount also admire her when they get to know her personally and understand her better upon why she is the way she is , that she has a very gentle side to her.

Chise Hatori - Ancient Magus Bride Another little lost soul that was being sold to the world. Chise has always been one of my most favorite characters once I started the anime , the aspects of her that I see in Joelle are the growth she managed to accomplish with herself , she used to have a normal life a happy family , but eventually that turned around when 'dark beings' (which would hint the cults of Hearteater) began to make their way into their life and make it more dangerous to be around , and even the fact that her own 'blood and family' tried to kill her is the hint of her father that almost killed her. [But in the anime it was the mother that tried to.] She eventually ends up in good hands which help her see the world with different eyes and find who she really is and help her discover her own courage and determination that she wants to do better for herself and others around her .

Shigeo Kageyama - Mob Psycho Little little shy Mob~. He was one of my main inspirations if I have to be honest because a lot matched with the two of them. This comes around her more doubtful and shy side. Mob is a perfect representation of both Joelle's moods , when she is sweet and respectful to a menace and a deadly being if they come near their family. Her relationship with Reigen matches with the one me and my friend Mel have with Joelle and Yorie . Let's not forget about how crazy batshid he went when they took his brother away and he was willing to do everything in his powers to save him... but there was also the fire in his house.. now that is basically the next level of Chapter Death in a sense. But for real there are a lot of aspects behind Mob that I connect with Joelle and how her character is displayed~.

Yuuji Itadori - Jujutsu Kaisen Yuji is the aspect of Joelle that exists kind of rare but it's still there , it's her little goofy side , but the amount of love for her friends and family is also there . His determination and courage to protect his new friends is the same as Joelle trying to protect her own regardless of what kind of burden both of them carry that can cause the destruction of the world, even if the the two of them might appear weak to most they would always throw themselves in danger to protect their loved ones , but later one begin to grow in personality and strength . Maybe I can even connect a tad bit Sukuna and Chapter Death because both are the representation of the final stage when the 'scary' takes over and would basically erase your existence . Yuji and His friends remind me a whole lot of Joelle and her own little crew and how each of them help each other and will always be there no matter what. Basically the hero that wants to save everyone and doesn't really care what happens to them , as long as everyone is safe .

Manjiro Sano and Ken Ryuguji - Tokyo Revengers These two go in pair ~. I see a big portion of aspects of the two in Joelle and each of them kind of represent her 'goofy' and her very serious and respect side. Mikey is a bit more laid back and chill but at the same time very scary , a bit how Joelle is in a sense how she can be so calm on certain occasions until she finally snaps and beats the crap of anyone who doubted her and called her 'small and helpless.' This is the aspect I enjoy the most between the two because they underestimate their opponent and then get their ass handed to them , that's how the two kind of go xD. Draken would be maybe her grown up and mature side in a way and the one that keeps things in line when ever there is justice that needs to be served because no one is allowed to hurt their friends and family. Very loyal and determined and even jump down to apologize for their wrongs to try and correct themselves and possibly help their friends understand the situation a little better , unless there is no way out they always try and reason first before jumping into action.

Nezuko Kamado - Demon Slayer / Kimetsu no Yaiba [New Add] I almost forgot!! Honestly I can't forget to include my favorite little goofball . Another little demon that I can see a lot of personality traits and aspects in Joelle as well. Nezuko and Tanjiro are also a good representation of both Jericho and Joelle in a sense because of how strong their bond is beyond anything . I don't want to spoil anything in my current arcs because I want to keep it a surprise since I have a whole lot of things to decide on . Nezuko displays Joelle's very protective side and very caring one as well the side of value she feels towards her surroundings and regardless of being a little 'different' she still is the same person no matter what happens and will never lose her humanity even after being 'cursed'. And even be a little bit of a hint of her sensitive and cute side too regardless that she doesn't show it too often xD.

Saitama - One Punch Man And last but not least , I put him on the bottom because at the beginning when I was creating Joelle I would always think of Saitama and how she was going to play out of sort of a joke that is really powerful and kind of blunt in a sense . But now she has grown so much and has so much potential , story and personality behind her that you can't even imagine! Saitama was maybe my very first inspiration when I created her because for some odd reason I really like OP shid and I mean literally xD. I don't know why but I just do , but regardless of Joelle being kind of OP orientated , later on when I began to play out her story I started to balance her because I wanted her to seem a bit more real other than I just came here to kick your ass and you're dead now lmfao. She still has some funny little aspects of Saitama behind her that's for sure , but she is completely different now and I am super proud of what a long journey she has gone through and grown so much as a character ^ ^. Thank you so much for sending in dear!!I really enjoyed this ask <333!! - Cards

[ao3feed-geralt-jaskier]

by Anonymous

in the second month of the year 20xx, im merely testing the limits of ao3s inaction

Words: 40, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

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Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk, Han Sooyoung, Yoo Sangah, Jung Heewon, lee hyungsung, Lee Jihye, Lee Seolhwa, Jang Hayoung, Kim Namwoon, Biyoo, Bihyung, Uriel, Prisoner of the Golden Headband | Sun Wukong, Secretive Plotter (Omniscient Reader)

Relationships: Kim Dokja/Yoo Joonghyuk, Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja, Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja/Yoo Joonghyuk, Han Sooyoung/Yoo Sangah, Han Sooyoung/Jung Heewon, Anna Croft/Han Sooyoung, Kim Dokja/Sung Jin-Woo, Kim Dokja/Yoo Sangah, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Adora/Catra (She-Ra), Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Additional Tags: im trying to prove a point, There are three ways to survive in a ruined world., now, I have forgotten a few, but one thing is certain., The fact that you who are reading this now will survive., -Three ways to survive in a ruined world, Prologue – There are three ways to survive in a ruined world., Episode 1 – Starting the Paid Service (1), “I’m Dokja.”, (translater note: Dokja can me only son or reader)., I usually introduced myself to people like this, then the following misunderstanding would occur., Chapter 2: Episode 1 – Starting the Paid Service (2), Dokkaebi., The first time he appeared, someone said so., Chapter 3: Episode 1 - Starting the Paid Service (3), People reacted differently after the dokkaebi disappeared., Some people tried to get out of the train while others called the police., Chapter 4: Episode 1 - Starting the Paid Service (4), Laughter emerged., I had to clear my eyes and look again to see if it was a lie., The file extension was TXT., Then this person…, The gift they sent me was a copy of their novel?, Chapter 5: Episode 1 - Starting the Paid Service (5), People panicked as they saw the insects running around the carriage., Chapter 6: Episode 2 – Protagonist (1), The subway stopped around halfway past Dongho Bridge., Chaptr 7: Episode 2 – Protagonist (2), [Sponsor Selection has ended.], Chapter 8: Episode 2 – Protagonist (3), I stared straight into Lee Hyunsung and Han Myungoh’s eyes and said., “Do you want to die from that guy beyond the iron door, or do you want to try your luck outside the train?, Which one will you choose?”, Episode 2 – Protagonist (4), at this moment, Yoo Sangah shouted., “Dokja-ssi! Behind you!”, Episode 2 – Protagonist (5), It would be quite a ludicrous sight if anyone else saw it., A large adult man was being grabbed by the neck and hanging like a monkey., Episode 3 – Contract (1), My body suddenly became heavy as I felt water entering my lungs., Then I was sucked in somewhere., I wasn’t torn apart because I fell with perfect timing., however, I couldn’t lose consciousness here., Episode 3 – Contract (2), Star Stream system., The star stream broadcasting was designed to relay its contents to the entire universe., Episode 3 – Contract (3), Looking at the situation, I got a sense of what happened., Episode 3 – Contract (4), I didn’t know how much time passed., My breathing was often interrupted, and all my muscles were so stiff, that I could barely move them., Episode 4 – Line of Hypocrisy (1), A meteor shower was pouring down in the starry sky., It was a sight that anyone would admire, but not Yoo Joonghyuk., Episode 4 – Line of Hypocrisy (2), I often thought about it., Episode 4 – Line of Hypocrisy (3), Despite the interference of Cheon Inho, the constellations didn’t ask for a bounty scenario., in other words, it wasn’t the best time to deal with him., Episode 4 – Line of Hypocrisy (4), the next morning, I was almost out of supplies., Jung Heewon stared at the convenience store bags, as if she couldn’t believe it., Episode 5 – Shadow Keeper (1), [T-Then I will let everyone take care of it! Yihihihit!], The dokkaebi said these words and disappeared., Episode 5 – Shadow Keeper (2), The party fought well., It was actually a little bit surprising., in particular, Lee Hyunsung and Jung Heewon, who stepped forward with me were very influential., Episode 5 – Shadow Keeper (3), “Hyung! This…”, Right after Lee Gilyoung discovered the treasure box, I blocked his little mouth., “Shh, wait.”, Episode 5 – Shadow Keeper (4), Maybe we would’ve fought for a long time., [The exclusive skill ‘Bookmark’ can now be activated.], [The number two bookmark has been activated.], [The level of the Bookmark skill is low, shortening the activation time.], [Activation Time: One minute.], Episode 6 – Judgment Time (1), The limited random items box., According to the setting of Ways of Survival, this was a coin item that was sold as a limited edition in a past ‘scenario.’, Episode 6 – Judgment Time (2), Just as I was about to open my mouth, I heard Cheon Inho’s voice., “Oh, Dokja-ssi! You came just in time.”, Episode 6 – Judgment Time (3), The following morning, there were a few changes to Gumho Station., first of all, Han Myungoh had disappeared., Episode 6 – Judgment Time (4), A few minutes later, I once again entered Dongdae Station, and ate a ground rat., It was in order to heal, the skin contaminated by the poisonous fog., Episode 7 – Landlord (1), We followed Lee Jihye and entered Chungmuro., Yoo Sangah saw the shattered screen door of the platform and said., “…It is a chaotic atmosphere.”, Episode 7 – Landlord (2), The 10 Evils., The list and rankings were often changed, according to Yoo Joonghyuk’s regression cycle, but they were the 10 people in charge of being the main villains, in this world of Ways of Survival, Episode 7 – Landlord (3), Yoo Joonghyuk was looking at everyone except for Lee Hyunsung., The three remaining people were standing together, and I couldn’t figure out exactly who Yoo Joonghyuk was looking at, 「…How is this possible? 」, Episode 7 – Landlord (4), After the dokkaebi disappeared ×dozens of casualties appeared on the platform of line 3., Episode 7 – Landlord (5), As I watched the surging wave of monsters, I gave strength to my thighs., The level 15 strength condensed at once, and my feet developed a strong propulsion force., Episode 8 – Emergency Defense (1), 「 Lee Hyunsung was dozing like an officer on duty, 」 - Freeform, Episode 8 – Emergency Defense (2), It was finally the promised time., I gathered on the line 3 platform with the party., Every member was checking their weapons., Lee Hyunsung seemed to have handled it properly., Episode 8 – Emergency Defense (3), I couldn’t kill Gong Pildu because he was useful in future scenarios, but I needed Gong Pildu to leave his land., Episode 8 – Emergency Defense (4), One hour after the battle began, Gong Pildu fought and fought., The number of monsters had barely decreased but it was still great., Gong Pildu was considered to have the strongest defense among the 10 Evils for a reason., Episode 9 – Omniscient Sunfish (1), After a while, we moved towards the entrance, of the ‘hidden dungeon’ on the first underground floor., I walked behind Lee Jihye, Lee Gilyoung and Jung Heewon while looking at my smartphone., Episode 9 – Omniscient Sunfish (2), The moment the yellow eyes looked at us, a deafening roar echoed in our ears., Episode 9 – Omniscient Sunfish (3), [The constellation Secretive Plotter is curious about your scam.], [The constellations have sponsored you 200 coins.], Episode 9 – Omniscient Sunfish (4), unfortunately, Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t on the sixth floor., Episode 9 – Omniscient Sunfish (5), The cold sensation numbed my fingers., dammit, I really wanted to beat this guy up., but..., There was something strange., Episode 9 – Omniscient Sunfish (6), “What?”, 「 What are you…? 」, Episode 10 – Future War (1), [Main Scenario #3 – Emergency Defense has ended.], [You have obtained 1, 000 coins as compensation.], Episode 10 – Future War (2), As soon as my hand wrapped around the flag, I felt a strong energy rising in my body., originally, this was something the third turn Yoo Jonghyuk should have but…, it didn’t matter., Episode 10 – Future War (3), …It hadn’t been long since the scenario began and already?, Episode 10 – Future War (4), “Push through to the flag holder!”, Episode 10 – Future War (5), After coming down from the theater, I headed straight to Myeongdong Station with Lee Hyunsung and Yoo Sangah., Dongmyo Station was important but there was something to be done first., Episode 10 – Future War (6), It wasn’t an illusion., The guy’s eyes instantly widened when he heard my name., Episode 10 – Future War (7), the internet - Freeform, it wasn’t possible., Episode 11 – Night of the Prophets (4), “The 9th person to get off.., it is the first time I’ve heard of this attribute.”, Episode 11 – Night of the Prophets (2), “A prophet like us?”

[mizukixtsukiyomi]

One-Shot Preview

I have shared this to only a couple of people on discord, but I am currently writing a one-shot. This is a Jujutsu Kaisen x Inuyasha piece with Gojou x Kagome being the main ship (and a little Sukuna mixed in there). If you haven’t read the manga (which I highly recommend), it would help to at least look at the wikis of the main characters so you get a grasp of what they do and what their personalities are, also getting an image of them. 

I would greatly appreciate it if you could all let me know what you think of this preview. And honestly, who knows how long it will take to get it done because I hate writing action scenes *sigh*. 

Fear enveloped her. Constricted her. Paralyzed her. She felt completely under the mercy of the sharp demon nail just a centimeter away from the vein throbbing in her neck. The priestess was afraid to swallow the fear and make her throat flex leading to the demon’s nail penetrating. The thought of seeing her warm blood pour had her stomach churning.

But she would not let that fear physically project. That was exactly what the demon before her wanted. The horrendous demon with four muscular arbs and red glowing eyes. Four pairs of glowing eyes to be exact. The priestess’s eyes narrowed thinly as she saw the two smirks displayed on his two faces. He was hideous yet a sight she could not turn away from. Four arms and two heads. Red and black markings stretching on and around his arms, necks, and bared toned abdomen. The worst part? The ominous aura wafting around him. She hated to admit it, but she feared this demon a hundred times more than Naraku.

It was her choice to be immobilized by the fear anchoring her.

“Do we have a deal, priestess?” The demon chuckled, teeth baring their sharp glee.

Her fingers flexed into a fist. “There is no deal. What makes you think I’ll be making a contract with a demon?”

He applied pressure onto her neck, making her tense.

“You don’t have a choice.”

Once more, the priestess’s eyes narrowed. They were one shard away from completing the jewel before moving onto Naraku. Two if this demon did not give up the shard currently in his possession. Naraku was hot on their trail. Fumed by rage after losing the whole collecting of shards he had thanks to Kohaku having betrayed him and given them the shards. They needed the last two.

Then everything would end.

Everything.

“I think you have it wrong.” Kagome spat out.

“Oh?” The demon raised a brow. “You think I, Sukuna, the heavily cursed demon would be wrong about your upcoming death? You are in no position to be declining anything, little human. You may be a priestess, but nothing of that sort makes me quiver. In fact,” his two faces, one over the other, inched closer to hers, “nothing in this world would make me cower.”

She was not as experienced as other priestess she had met and known about, but she was fairly skilled to recognize a real threat. The demon before her was an epidemic threat sure to creep in the shadows of the world if he was left to live. The thought of ending someone’s life, demon or not, still gave her doubts. Her fingers twitched on either side of her body. Her body shivered from the cold gases evaporating from the pond they stood in.

Kagome was not sure how where the courage to enter in “his” inner world he had made around an abandoned temple sprouted from, but she regretted it. None of the others in her group – Inuyasha, Sango, nor Miroku – were able to come in. None of them were granted permission, but the second her fingertips touched the black barrier protecting the temple, she easily slipped inside. She believed she could handle the demon they believed lurked inside with the shard. She believed she could because it was her duty to get the shard.

She had to.

But the second she entered the temple, fear anchored her. A vast black watered pond greeted her along with darkness consuming almost all the light inside. The only light visible were the few red candles illuminating around the smaller skull-headed made temple in the middle of the pond. Both human and animal skulls crafted around the temple and the closer she got to the demon sitting on his ‘throne’, she noticed human skulls were also on his seat.

A droplet from above plopped down on the pond near her feet, springing her back into the reality and her death.

The shard she sought appeared between his thumb and middle finger using one of his free hands. Sukuna’s grin stretched, showing the sharp teeth she was sure could puncture her skin with ease. “This is what you want, correct, priestess? I’ve heard rumors of a powerful jewel able to grant any wish.” His eyes glided to look at the shard. “If you ask me, only weaklings would want something like this; it’s a tool to swell someone’s pride.”

“Then,” her eyes narrowed, “why would you want it?”

Sukuna leaned forward, mere inches away from her lips. “For moments like these.”

Kagome bit her tongue. There was nothing to say, but she was disgusted someone like this knew what the jewel meant but was using it as a game.

“I’ll give it to you, priestess, but only if you abide by my contract.”

“I told you I’m not agreeing to any contract with you-!”

“I can easily kill your friends waiting outside the barrier, priestess.”

Kagome closed her lips tightly.

“You aren’t in any spot to be making the deals here; you listen to me.” Sukuna chuckled under his breath as he wrapped his fingers around her skinny neck and pulled her closer. Ignoring her dull nails scratching at his hand and arm, Sukuna tilted his head to the side. “I wish to forever live as a curse, plaguing the lives of the living and tainting the peace. Priestess,” he licked his lips, “you can have the dainty shard, but the next time I see you, you will be by my side.”

“W-What?” She choked. “What are you talking about…?”

“Demons fear you holy beings, but for me. I see you as an asset to amplify my curses.”

He was a monster. Kagome’s fingers curled deep into her palm. A true monster.

“That is the contract we will have.”

Letting her drop on the water, butt first, Sukuna chuckle as he let go of the shard in his other hand. Kagome winced at the pain pulsing on her bottom before sensing the shard on her lap. Looking down, she did indeed see the shiny pink shard radiating strongly. It was the real thing.

“The next time I see you…?” She repeated out loud.

“It could be tomorrow, or it could be in a few years, priestess.” Sukuna chuckled before his finger pointed at her right wrist. A black light immediately pushed out of his finger before it zapped onto Kagome’s wrist.

The priestess immediately closed her eyes as she felt the sharp burn on her wrist.

[emi100395896]

WHY I LOVE : JUJUTSU KAISEN

A/N: Hi, yes I’m back. I’m sorry for being inactive for 60 smth days and probably going to be inactive for another 2 weeks because of exams but it’s fine. <3 I promise I binged lots of animes and I’m back with more headcanons. Also, I’m not sure if you guys would like me to do more than headcanons, but do tell if you want me to. I started this as a fun blog and hope to continue that even though I’m always inactive lol. Anyways, here you go, a jujutsu kaisen rant! Ps: these are my personal thoughts and feelings, if you don’t agree with them then fair enough! ^^

Genre: Crack/Comedy/?reviewing?

A/U(s): None.

Warnings: spoilers are put in brackets and are red! Watch out for them. :D

Trigger warnings: None.

Summary: Just me ranting. :)

UHHH REVIEW TIME! The main characters ;)

Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi is best sasuke trope boy. By far my favorite emo boy. Why? Well, it’s mostly because when animes introduce characters like Megumi they’re all emo and have to avenge their village and kill people and are ‘brocken’ or smth idk.

But jujutsu kaisen does the whole sasuke trope a big middle finger and makes Megumi a less tsundere, and broken character.

Honestly, I never expected Megumi to have this type of personality because most animes try to give his archetype the whole ‘their honest’ when in reality they are just rude and selfish. Megumi is literally honest. My guy had no problems telling Gojou that he wants Yuji to stay as his own opinion which if you asked any of the people under this archetype they would respond with ‘Ugh, just keep him alive okay?’.

Like he is honestly sweet and even when trying to force Yuji and Nobara to leave it WASNT for his own well-being it was for theirs. Literally is the opposite of Ray, Sasuke, and any type of character that is emo and rude. Also he is one of the few characters that deserves to be as powerful as he is because he didn’t get his powers because of ‘his burning rage for the person who killed his village as he tries to avenge them.’ And he also has a bad background but is quite an average character. I just appreciate him. :)

Nobara Kugisaki

AMAZING-

Honestly though, she’s amazing. My favorite character since she literally is a girly girl yet is powerful (nothing wrong with that, it’s just wow.), which hear me out.

Most shounen anime girls fall under 3 categories of female characters.

The useless damsel in distress that is a tsundere.

‘Another Naruto reference? Seriously Mochi?’ I’m so sorry my lovely reader, but Naruto is one of the founding fathers of all Shounen anime stereotypes. So yes, another Naruto reference.

First of all, I don’t hate this characters, I actually don’t dislike them either. That being said I don’t like them. I get this neutral emotion whenever someone like idk Sakura I guess is on screen next to Aiura Mikoto (Who btw, is another underrated female character that deserves love even though the anime is crack-y.). I guess it’s because throughout all of the Arc’s and episodes, Sakura hasn’t changed or developed or even learned from past mistakes. It sucks seeing character that could’ve had potential, being boring and just bad. Also she’s ungrateful for her parents for no reason, and that just says a lot about her persona. To be honest, most Naruto female characters are like this, and I don’t want to hear crap about Hinata’s character because she barely got screen time and the only times we see her is when the creator pushes her to be next to Naruto more often or if the whole gang is together. (I watched a bit of Naruto so I could be wrong about this whole thing but this is again, my opinion.)

The dimwit and clumsy/tsundere/strong female fan service

Oh look, it’s everyone’s ‘favorite’ Erza Scarlet from Fairytail. But whoops, her whole character is just her having cleavage. Or everyone’s favorite crime Taboo Tattoo (I didn’t watch it but most fans have come together and agreed that it would’ve been a decent anime without all of the fan service.) Or maybe the stereotypical dimwit character that is clumsy?

Yeah, you know who I’m talking about right?

I feel like some animes, that are 23 minutes long, would be reduced to around 15 minutes without all the fan service (not counting the Opening or ending)

(Also all the dumb jokes, but that’s for another time.)

Looking at how many creators complain they can’t go too in-depth with their OC’s, because they don’t have much time, but they somehow can fit in a whole scene of people literally having their clothes ripped off because of how ‘delicious’ it is. Yes, I’m coming after you Food Wars. Even though I am a big fan, that doesn’t mean I can ignore the flaws. I am fair and will admit that, as far as characters go, Food Wars is shallow.

Personally, mha is also another crime with lots of fan service of 15-16 year old girls. 😀

I don’t want to get into the heated Hero Hei debate wether this doesn’t count because they’re ‘fictional’ or if it does. So moving on.

Can I mention how much Momo Yaoyorozu could’ve been an amazing character with amazing development and a cool quirk? I mean personally, I hate how Momo is now just fanservice. This queen has an amazing quirk, went in through recommendations, smart, helpful, is class Vice President, heroic, tall, thoughtful, rich but doesn’t brag about it and is humble, and just a cool character that could be delved deeper on?

Haha nope. Boobs.

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W h a t

This literal queen could carry this series on her back yet they have the audacity to make her have zero personality and just a background character? Like excuse me, I don’t think you understand, but Principle Nezu has more screen time than her. Literally her and Koda (Creati and Anima) could be so cool but no one ever acknowledges them. :(

Anyways let’s move on.

And finally, the love interest.

Ochako Uraraka. That’s it.

Ochako really deserves more, honestly. I was hyped up in the sports fest. because she just showed off that she isn’t backing down, and now she’s just a mindless love interest.

Honestly, I don’t like talking about this topic the most because A, it’s controversial for some reason. And B, it sucks seeing these amazing characters being watered down to just a love interest.

OH BUT NOBARA? NOBARA?

SHE DOESN’T NEED ANYONE!

She’s fine on her own, thank you very much.

I mean best scene was when she was fighting Sabrina the witch and didn’t seem to care much about scars and she just debunked all of those things and I just UGGGHHHH- <33333

Like animes try so hard to have a feminist role model by making her tomboyish and mean and a tsundere and calls anyone that looks at her a pervert.

But Nobara isn’t any of that. Nobara is fashionable and powerful. She loves shopping. She loves eating expensive. She loves Luxuries. She loves proving people she’s strong. She isn’t easily scared. She protects, and I just love her. She isn’t your stereotypical tomboy or at least she doesn’t fall into the smurfette effect or smth.

Tbh, I was worried when she joined them. I said either she’s a tomboy who’s a tsundere or a soft spoken damsel in distress, but now that I’ve seen her, I know that Nobara is Nobara. And that you all should appreciate her also.

Okay enough of that rant lol, moving on to Yuji!

Yuji Itadori

I LOVE THIS MC!

Are we going to use stereotypes again? Yes we are!

Usually shounen MCs have the worst personality either being too bland (mf MC from re-zero) or just too much of a coward/weakling/pervert/happy-go-lucky character.

I mean, if we are going to have a strong character he has to be a pervert for some reason.

A respectful character is a crybaby/weakling.

And a happy character has a dark secret side and ‘OmG lOoK hE’s SoO sc a Ry!1!1!’.

And tbh Yuji falls in the rare category.

The category that isn’t a crybaby, perverted, 11 year old that looks like he’s at least 20.

That category is what I’d like to call. The Saiki K. category.

I love MC’s like this because they aren’t too shallow, but not the whole story is about THEM and THEM ONLY.

It’s amazing to see how they still have the same personality but somehow have went through a bigger character development than all those other MC’s.

(Not disrespecting your faves, once again this is a personal opinion-)

And the way he isn’t OP and actually has trouble and the way (Slight spoilers!) that we can see that when he asks Sukuna to heal yoshino and the way Sukuna just laughs and I just like how they didn’t make Yuji just ‘become OP through the power of friendship’ and just they accepted he was dead or how his hand was cut off and he accepted it but how when he was dying he actually cried saying how he didn’t want to die showing us hey, it’s okay to cry but please don’t cry when you win a prize or competition or something. (End of spoilers!)

Ugh I just love Yuji being an MC. Again, he is one of those few rare MC’s with interesting character design, and personality without overwhelming it or just underwhelm it.

AND FINALLY YES ITS HIS TIME

Satoru Gojo

I DIDNT EXPECT HIM TO BE THIS GOOFY LMAO-

Honestly most surprising character.

DHEUIWOWV should I make a separate post for the plot, story and Gojo? It’s getting late where I am sooo this gonna get a continuation! I’m Mochi and see you guys next time, Bye-Bye! (｡- u -｡)