#i used to like yuuta more but after 3 years.....

[yuuhta]

glimpse of us

pairing: inumaki toge/reader/okkotsu yuuta

warnings: based on joji's glimpse of us, inumaki and y/n cannot move on from each other, too many unspoken words!!!!!!!! they are a pain in my arse

words: 2305

note: y/n is a special grade sorcerer and has a technique that they use to negate cursed speech so cursed speech does not work on y/n :D and they all just graduated! i feel horrible abt this tbh, i need a part 2, some sort of comfort or something.... i badly need comedic relief,, bcs the plot in here is too heavy LOL i'm not used to angst when it's the jjk students.... if it's gojou, nanami, getou, toji???? HAND IT OVER QUICK

it had been a few months since you and inumaki broke up, but some things never really fade. you could feel the weight of the past pressing against your chest, suffocating in the quiet moments when you were alone. the laughter, the warmth of his hand in yours, the gentle way he'd look at you... they were all still there, lodged deep within your heart like stubborn memories you couldn’t erase, no matter how hard you tried.

your relationship with toge had always been the type that made your feelings go wild. it was easy going, but at the same time, intense, unpredictable, and, above all, unforgettable. it was like a wildfire that burned bright and fast, leaving nothing but ashes and smoke in its wake. at first, you thought you were both just simply passionate, deeply connected. and you were both young, full of dreams and promises.

but somewhere in the turbulence of life after graduation, things began to unravel.

it wasn’t just the physical distance that separated you both after school--it was the emotional distance, too. both of you were swept up in the weight of responsibilities, the expectations from being a jujutsu sorcerer, the tasks that come with it--especially when he's a grade 1 and you're a special grade, the pressures of a rapidly changing jujutsu world was really just immense. what started as an easy going relationship built on mutual care and understanding began to twist into something toxic. misunderstandings piled on top of each other. words were said in anger, apologies left unspoken, and resentment grew in the space where love used to be. heated arguments, shouting matches, and too many nights spent crying alone. inumaki, usually unserious and funny, became like a damn ghost--silent, distant, unable or unwilling to communicate, leaving you in the storm without a lifeline. and then, the silence. that suffocating, heartbreaking silence.

yuuta is the one you are seeing now. not officially yet, but he was the one who held you when you cried, the one who made you laugh when you forgot how to. he was everything you had wanted in someone--kind, patient, and ever so understanding. he never pushed you, never demanded anything more than you could give.

but yuuta just wasn’t him.

every now and then, the sound of inumaki’s voice would echo through your mind, sharp and clear as though he were right there with you, speaking in his usual quiet, controlled manner.

yuuta had never made you feel the way inumaki did--the way the latter made you feel alive in a way you couldn’t explain, as if your entire world spun on the axis of his touch, his voice, his presence. the problem was, with that kind of intensity, everything else felt small, insignificant. like there was only one person who mattered. and you knew damn well that it was bad to be attached to someone like this.

you had no idea which was better or worse, the fervent, intense feelings you have for inumaki, or the mild, controlled feelings you have for yuuta.

you didn’t want to feel this way. you didn’t want to keep holding onto something that was gone, especially when you had someone else who cared for you so deeply.

but the truth was, you hadn’t moved on.

and you weren’t sure if you could.

the café was a familiar place, one you often visited with a certain someone after class. it was a quiet, cozy corner spot, the kind where the baristas knew your order by heart, and where the noise of the world outside somehow felt far away.

yuuta was sitting across from you, his usual warm smile lighting up the table, but something felt different today. he was talking, his voice a soft hum in the background, but you weren’t really listening. your mind kept drifting, wandering back to that person, how you've been in this exact spot of this café with him as well.

inumaki.

it had been months since you'd last seen him face to face, but that didn't stop you from thinking about him, unfortunately. even in the arms of someone who loved you in ways that felt real, tangible.

it was horrible, you caught a glimpse of the past every single time, every single action.

"y/n?"

you blinked, returning to reality just in time to see yuuta's concerned eyes locked onto you.

"you’re doing it again."

you gave him a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. "oop, sorry, i... i was just thinking."

"about him?" yuuta asked, his voice tinged with the quiet worry he always wore when he thought something was wrong.

you hesitated, but there was no point lying, not when it was so painfully obvious. "yeah."

yuuta’s face softened, his hand reaching across the table to gently cover yours. his touch was warm, grounding, but it didn’t erase the ache inside you. "i understand. but you know... you don’t have to keep doing this to yourself."

you gently pulled your hand away and placed it on your half-empty cup, spinning it slightly so as to be subtle with the fact that you wanted to remove your hand from his. "i don’t want to hurt you, yuuta."

"you’re not," he said quietly, his voice steady. "i'm with you because i want to. but i need you to be honest with me. you’re still holding onto something, and i don’t want to be the one who’s in the way of you finding peace."

your chest tightened at his words. he was right, of course. you had to make a choice. but it wasn’t as simple as that. you couldn't just stop feeling what you felt, not when it had been a part of you for so long.

"i don't know how to let go," you said, barely audible, embarrassed about the truth that is slipping past your guard.

this was very unusual for you, they have always known you as someone who didn't talk about her feelings in this way that much, but of course, people change. inumaki was also your first boyfriend, after all. it was with him that you learned and experienced communicating your raw feelings for someone for the very first time.

yuuta’s gaze softened. he didn’t say anything more, but there was an unspoken understanding between you. you were both aware of the distance between you two, though it wasn’t something either of you could put into words.

later that day, you found yourself walking back to your place without yuuta (as per your request, of course), trying to clear your mind, but all roads seemed to lead back to him. you were walking mindlessly, when your phone buzzed in your pocket.

you pulled it out and your heart felt like it stopped when you saw who sent the message.

it was from inumaki.

“can we talk?”

"please."

your heart pounded against your chest. there was no reason to hesitate, was there? you hadn’t seen him in so long. and yet, the thought of meeting him again, of seeing him, knowing that he might still have the same hold on your heart….. it terrified the shit out of you. and of course, you also felt like a horrible person. at this point, you were definitely stringing yuuta along, even if he says it's on his own accord.

but you couldn’t ignore toge. not now. not when it felt like you were standing at the edge of something, and you didn’t know whether to step forward or pull away.

you found yourself heading to the usually isolated part of the park near jujutsu high, the place where you and inumaki used to go when you needed to talk, when words felt too hard to say. you didn't need anyone hearing toge speak too, as they might suffer from his cursed speech technique.

and alas, he was already there when you arrived, standing in the middle of the pathway, hands in his pockets, his eyes sparkling its usual shine as he looked at you. there was no need for words to be exchanged on where to meet up, now how the hell are you supposed to move on from this, right?

for a moment, neither of you spoke. you stood there, just staring at each other, as if trying to read the other’s mind.

finally, he broke the silence, his voice soft but unmistakably serious. "i needed to see you."

you swallowed hard. "what's up? i didn’t think i'd hear from you again."

"i didn’t think i needed to," he replied, his words deliberate. "but i was wrong. i wanted to see you to confirm my feelings. and i was definitely wrong."

his eyes met yours, and there it was--the same pull, the same magnetic force that had always been there between the two of you.

shit.

"i never stopped thinking about you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "even after everything, even after all this time, i still--"

but he didn’t finish. he didn’t need to.

seeing you again, in person, months after everything had ended, made him realize just how much the past still had a grip on him. it felt like a hundred different emotions all rushing through him at once.

and of course, it was the same for you. everything with inumaki had unfortunately left its mark on you. heck, you don't think you will ever not see inumaki in everything that you did with yuuta.

the tension between you two thickened, palpable and heavy, and for a moment, you didn’t know whether to run or step forward.

you swallowed hard, again, you were feeling a lump in your throat tighten. “what’s this about, toge?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “i didn’t think you’d actually reach out. after everything..…” you laughed, but it sounded dry.

he nodded, his lips tight as he exhaled slowly. “i’ve been thinking about you, about us. about how i handled everything.” he glanced away for a moment, like he was gathering his thoughts. “i was wrong. i hurt you. and for that… i’m sorry.”

the apology felt like a punch to the gut. you’d waited for it, for the closure that never came when you needed it most. but even now, standing in front of him, hearing those words, you didn’t know how to respond. the silence between you was filled with too much-- too many memories, too many feelings, too much regret, too much pain.

“i don’t know if we can still fix this.” you said quietly, the words slipping out before you could stop them. you could feel your chest tightening, the sting of emotions welling up in your eyes.

inumaki’s hand reached up, almost hesitantly, to touch your cheek, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that felt both foreign and familiar. his touch sent a shock of warmth through you, and you had to fight the urge to close your eyes and lean into it.

"i’m sorry," he murmured, his voice barely audible, yet filled with a kind of sorrow that seemed to echo through you. "i don’t think i can ever let you go."

you didn’t speak. you couldn’t. the words were trapped in your throat, fighting for air. your body wanted to move on its own now, drawn to him in ways that made no sense but felt so right.

however, you remembered the late nights spent arguing--heated words, voices raised in frustration, things said in the heat of the moment that neither of you couldn’t take back. you remembered how inumaki, normally such a breath of fresh air, a comedian, even, had become so distant, every after fight, shutting himself off from you entirely. how you had tried to reach him, tried to understand. but it wasn’t just silence that tore you apart; it was the coldness, the way it felt like he stopped trying. you felt like a stranger next to him, like you were invisible in the relationship you once thought was built on trust.

but fuck, no matter how much time had passed, no matter how much you wanted to move on for the sake of yuuta and your present life, inumaki still had a hold on you.

there was a long silence between you then, a tension that neither of you knew how to relieve. you could feel the pull between you, the same intensity that had defined your relationship. and yet, you knew that this wasn’t the same as before. the walls were too high, the wounds a bit too deep.

you thought of yuuta--his kindness, his patience, the way he had been there for you without asking for anything in return. his love felt real, soft, comforting, and yet…... standing here with inumaki, it was like you were still that same person who had once been consumed by him, caught up in the intensity, the fire of your past relationship.

you couldn’t just deny it. you still loved him, in some way, but that didn’t mean you could just fall back into your old rhythm after everything that happened between you two, and without considering what you have with yuuta now.

you unknowingly clenched your fists at your sides, trying to steady yourself. you’re with yuuta now. the thought of his name grounded you, made you stand a little straighter. the memories with inumaki were heavy, but yuuta was the one who had been there, who had helped you pick up the pieces of your broken self. he was patient with your silences, never pushing you to forget but always giving you the space to heal. and though you couldn’t yet call what you have with him "official", it felt like something real, something worth holding onto.

“i’m with yuuta now,” you said quietly, the words tasting bitter on your tongue as you said them out loud.

inumaki's eyes faltered with sadness, and for a second, you saw the vulnerability in him that had always been there, buried beneath the surface. his lips pressed into a thin line. he didn’t say anything for a long moment, but you could see the conflict in his eyes. he wanted to say something more, to change your mind, but he didn’t. he didn't think he have the right to do so.

“i know and i understand,” he finally murmured, his voice heavy with unspoken emotions. “i just… i wanted you to know that i never stopped caring about you. it's quite selfish, i'm sorry, i know. but that’s all, i don't want anymore regrets.”

your heart raced, a mix of guilt and longing pooling in your chest. what did this mean for you? for yuuta?

you took a shaky breath, "i need time to think about this. i'll get going first."

your thoughts were in a fucking whirlwind. you could already feel the weight of making a decision pressing down on you. no matter how much you tried to push inumaki out of your mind, no matter how much you wanted to stay true with yuuta, a part of you knew that your past with inumaki wasn’t something you could just leave behind.

and so, as you turned to leave, the question lingered in the air, unanswered and uncertain.

[yuwuta]

HOW DID YOU GET USED TO THE HAUNTING, THE WILLING, THE MISSING, THE WANTING — YUUTA OKKOTSU

content, warnings. more of the knight yuuta universe yippee. i got an ask about telling him he’d make a good prince and flustering him, and that struck something in me, though this interpretation of that ask is probably a bit darker/more serious than envisioned... i will publish the ask w the other version of this scenario too. unfortunately for everybody involved i was a theater kid and i did listen to cell block tango and the first half of hamilton before i had this idea </3 i’m sorry if you can tell

more notes. set in the same universe as this drabble, which are all set in the same universe as a full fic draft i have and would love to finish some day lol. anyway, say hello to the gojo of this au 

You are not ready to be queen. As much as you resent your mother, your father, the elders in the cabinet, the system you were raised in—as much as you wish to be a ruler that creates change and peace in your court and kingdom, you know that you are not ready to hold that position. 

It shows now more than ever, with your parents being escorted to a neighboring kingdom for a meeting, and you in charge of the harvest ball. There is china to be chosen, silverware to be polished, candlesticks to be blessed, gowns to be sewn, a menu to be curated, a ballroom to be prepared—and you are sorely behind on all of your duties. 

A lackluster princess does not make for a promising queen. And distractions do not help you become anything of yourself. 

“I do not have time to discuss the lilies Sir Gojo. I am aware they are drooping and that they are your favorite, but I do not control the weather,” you sigh, handing back a scroll to a maid before turning to your head knight.

“That sounded very queenly, my little lady! You’ve been practicing,” he towers above you, with a growing smile and little care for your position. He bends forward to press the tip of his gloved pointer finger to your nose, “I too mourn the lilies, but I am afraid I agree: we have much more pressing matters to discuss. Come along, shall we?” 

You’ve learned to be wary of Sir Gojo’s words over the years. He often leads with a false timbre, or makes otherwise simple conversation into a riddle for his own amusement. Even as you’ve learned when to ignore his games, you’ve also grown appreciative of his light demeanor, and his insistence on speaking to you directly, rather than shielding you away. 

You take his arm, looping yours through his, and allow him to lead you down the courtyard steps and into the grand garden. You put your trust in him, allowing your feet to follow the path he sets, and letting your mind wander. You wonder whether you should set the gold or bronze-trimmed plates for the ball, if the curtains should remain closed or open, if the embossed or embellished silverware would leave a better impression on your guests. 

“Princess?” your knight calls for you. You focus your attention back to him, apologizing for your lapse in attention. 

You expect a smile, perhaps another press to your nose and a light scolding, but Gojo’s expression is much more neutral. “Sir?”

“I said that Lord Hajime is dead. His court will send a representative to the harvest ball, but how would you like to proceed?” 

“Dead?” your breath hitches momentarily, “Was he unwell?” 

“I do not know. The letter gave no detail. I believe the court sent an apology for not being able to deliver a suitor as promised. The family wishes to keep this private until after the harvest.” 

When you look up to him, you see no mischief in his expression. He’s serious, and you feel lightheaded, warm, and icy all at once. “I see,” you say, and pull away from Gojo’s arm, “Excuse me. I—I need a moment to myself.”

“You are sick? So suddenly?” Gojo asks, turning with your body so that his back is never to you.

“No—I… I… I need to be alone,” you confess, wrapping your arms around themselves, curling into your own body. Gojo stands firm, a short nod in understanding. He raises his hand to make a signal; an order for the knights on the periphery who can see but not hear. 

You smile, small, grateful for him. “Please, arrange our finest favors, and ask Ieiri for her favorite elixir.” 

Gojo’s smile reflects yours, albeit stained with more sympathy. “Of course.” 

“And tell the maids that I shall postpone the table placements until tomorrow morning. Should you find yourself with time to spare, let me know if you prefer the bronze to gold trim.” 

Gojo nods, taking a half-step to stand in front of you. In times like these, you feel like the little princess under his watch and care from when you were younger. His presence is frightening, overwhelming, and yet, more comforting and welcoming than your own parents. 

Carefully, he leans down to whisper, “Yuuta and his fleet have not yet returned, he will not be in the knight’s chambers. I will send him to you when he arrives.” You blink in sudden awe, and Gojo smiles, reaches for your hand and raises it to his lips to press a chaste kiss, “Do not regret too long, princess.” 

You hear him before you see him. It’s a bad habit for a knight, you think; you can always hear or feel where Yuuta is, even if you can’t see him. You think he ought to be more stealthy, more secretive, quieter; but then again, you don’t. He reserves plenty of stealth for his motives, stores plenty of secrets in his mind, keeps his words quiet or has a way of keeping other people’s quiet. 

The throne room is cold. It’s your least favorite room in the castle, but tonight, you hope it inspires you.

You don’t sit on your throne, you don’t sit on your mother’s or your father’s; you don’t sit at all. You stand, at the top of the stairs, staring at the seats and the tapestry and the paintings of your forefathers that decorate the backdrop. Behind you, at the base of the stairs, Yuuta kneels. You don’t need to see him to know; you can feel it on your palms with your hands behind your back; you can see it in the eyes of your grandfather’s portrait, you can hear it in the way his knee hits the carpet. 

“You may stand.” 

“I shouldn’t, my lady,” Yuuta replies, “Not here.” 

“You do many things you shouldn’t,” you sigh, steady, “Stand, Yuuta.” 

You hear the metal of his armor rustle against itself. You can feel when he stands; it feels like he’s right behind you, even though you know he’s ten steps below you. 

You inhale, slowly; exhale, slowly. Clench your hands behind your back, and then relax your shoulders the way you’ve seen your grandfather do. Then, you speak. “Lord Hajime is dead.” 

You turn, slowly, and wait until your cape has finished its turn, has settled behind you again before you speak again; a tactic your grandmother was fond of. “Lord Hajime is dead,” you repeat, “He is dead, and I asked you not to kill him.” 

Yuuta looks up to you. Neck craned, hands neatly behind his back, his helmet on the carpeted floor to his left. He does not look small. 

You take a step downwards. “I said this is not how I wanted matters to be resolved.” Another step down, a pause, then repeat, “I said that I do not wish to resort to violence.” Another step down, a pause, “To resort to murder.” Another step down, hurried, “I stood under my balcony,” another step, “and I told you not to murder Lord Hajime. I told you not to kill him,” another step; a pause, hysterical, “And yet Lord Hajime is dead. He is dead because—”

“I did not kill him.”

You pause your descent, four steps above Yuuta. You are only half a head taller than him like this. At this distance you can see the gray of his irises, wide and speckled with brown, without a shred of remorse pooling within them. It makes you sneer. 

“You expect me to believe that it is a coincidence that a fortnight after I catch you on your way to murder Lord Hajime, that he dies?” you question, rhetorical, “I am naive, but I am not a fool, Yuuta.” 

“You are no fool, my princess, and Lord Hajime was no saint,” Yuuta shakes his head, “He was a tyrant. He took three wives prior and treated them all as whores. He alone was responsible for the destruction of the crops in the north. He had only himself to blame.” Yuuta pauses, and you see something melt behind steely eyes. “It was a murder, yes, but not a crime.”

Yuuta’s lips wobble slightly, but the rest of him remains upright. It always goes like this: first his head, then his heart, then his body following—in everything he does. You blink, slowly, and take another step down; eye-level with Yuuta at this height. 

“You did not kill him,” you repeat, leveled with revelation, “You just gave the order.” 

Yuuta’s eyelids fall slowly, then his head follows in a shallow nod. He keeps his neck bent, keeps his head hung in front of you. You sigh. 

“Who was it this time,” you ask. He does not raise his head; you do not wait for him to speak, you dip your head so that your lips are level with his ears. “Megumi? Surely he would have hated the way Lord Hajime treated his livestock. Maybe Yuuji—he has been impatient to prove himself since recovering from his last injury. Or perhaps Toge, he would’ve done it swiftly in his sleep, without a sound.”

Yuuta keeps his gaze on the floor, keeps his words quiet. “Nobara.” 

“Dame Nobara, who strives to replace you as my first blade?” you question, “What, as some kind of test of loyalty to you?” 

Yuuta raises his head, eyes stern, brows drawn. “No, princess. To you.” 

You freeze. Your anger flares, and then subsides to only weak embers as you understand Yuuta’s motives, and Sir Gojo’s final words to you. You’re careful when you reach forward to brush your knuckle against Yuuta’s cold cheek, only the kiss of a touch between your finger and his face; even, still, he shudders, and you watch him melt from head to toe; from his eyebrows to his eyes to his lips to his shoulders to his knees. 

“You are disobedient, and indignant, and ruthless,” you list, voice soft, touch softer as you allow your fingers to graze the top of his ears, adoring the flush that follows, “And kind, and careful, and charming.”

You watch the color stain Yuuta’s cheeks and his ears, you revel in the pout on his lips, and the effort of his breathing. You only wish he were this easy to tame all the time. 

Still, he precious to you, so you are careful when you raise your opposite hand to his face, taking advantage of the difference in your status and stature to tilt his head upwards, lean down and press your words against his cheek, “You would make for a lovely prince,” you tell him, “The people would love you. Our enemies would fear you. The soldiers would respect you.” The kisses between your sentences are featherweight, trailed from the high point of his cheekbone to the corner of his lips.

You can feel him quiver when you pull back, moving a palm back to his cheek to pinch his skin between your thumb and forefinger, “If only you knew how to listen.” 

Yuuta winces, but he does not pull away. He parts his lips to steady his breath, and then to speak, strained, “Please, princess. Have mercy.” 

And for the first time in a fortnight you smile, watching splotched skin stain your knight’s cheeks when you soften your hold on him. You pull Yuuta’s head up further, lean yours down for a careful kiss; short, chaste, the kind you know he hates the most. 

“Oh, Yuuta,” you coo, grazing your thumb against his face, endeared by his wide eyes and quiet whimpers, “This is mercy.”

[just-jordie-things]

I’m in love with the idea of yuuta being with a reader that has healing abilities

Imagine him coming back from missions with such MINOR injuries and having to go to shoko’s clinic for it, and always asking for you to be the one to look after him 😂

“Yuuta I don’t think you need to have this checked… and don’t you know how to use reversed curse energy too?”

“….no”

Or one time he shows up without any injuries so he has to fake a migraine or something lmaooo that simp would use any chance he could get just to see you

obsessed. lovesick yuuta is so stupid and i love him sm for it <3

yuuta only ever saw shoko in passing, and always away from the infirmary. he admired shoko well enough, and the feeling was mutual (or as mutual as shoko was capable of feeling) but he simply never had a need to visit her for her abilities. having mastered rct not long into his first year as a student yuuta was capable of taking care of his own injuries.

but after a few years, shoko began to notice an uptick in the younger sorcerer's presence in her infirmary. and it was no secret what it was that brought him around.

"okkotsu, back again so soon?" your voice is a sweet coo- it always is when he comes staggering in to present you with yet another injury. you tilt your head and pout t him with worry. meanwhile shoko has to excuse herself for a smoke so she won't vomit from the sickening sweetness.

yuuta never questions shoko's disappearance when he comes around. he's too grateful to have you all to himself.

he's cradling his broken wrist poorly, letting his hand flop outwards at an angle it wasn't meant to be bent. its gruesome, the bone showing and blood staining his white jacket. but the difficult part isn't managing the pain. the difficult part is holding back the natural instinct to fix it himself.

"this looks nasty," you tut, replacing his hand holding the ugly injury with both of your own. you barely examine it for a minute before you're using own technique, and like magic his wrist repaired and his hand is facing the right direction again. "there we go" you give the fix a smile, squeezing his wrist first and then reaching for his hand and prodding your fingers around that too. you tell yourself you're only double checking to be sure everything healed properly.

it takes all of yuuta's efforts not to snatch your hand in his own and hold on tight. he can feel every muscle in his body relaxing as he gazes at you.

"thanks, doc" he says, and just like the last hundred or maybe thousand times he's said it, you smile just a little bit.

"anytime, okkotsu," you tell him, and you mean it, but something about this visit has you questioning him for once. your fingers finally still on his hand, a few wrapped around his own fingers, others pressed into his palm. your pinky stretches out to the inside of his healed yet bloody wrist, hovering against his pulse point. "but... it must be tiring, coming 'round here to get fixed up..." you trail off, catching his eyes even though he was clearly trying to avoid yours. "...when you could just heal yourself"

yuuta's face begins to flush with color and you can't help but squeeze his hand with your delight. did you think he was an idiot for pulling this stunt over and over again for the last few months? maybe... but were you the idiot that watched him waltz in here with every excuse under the sun- from his organs nearly spilling out to a minor headache- who was more than happy to sit and heal him anyways? perhaps...

"...suppose it can be"

yuuta's answer comes closely, and without much explanation to you at all. you only smile at him, dropping one of your hands from his so that when you leaned in closer to him, you could swipe his messy bangs away from his eyes.

"if i didn't know any better, i'd think you were looking for an excuse to come see me" your voice is a whisper, and also the sweetest thing yuuta's ever heard in his life.

"maybe every once in a while..." he admits, and in his mind, your giggle outranks your whispered voice.

"so you think using up all my band-aids for your nicks and paper cuts was necessary?" you tease, tilting your head at him ever so slightly.

"i mean... i'd say mission accomplished" he replies with a grin that could only be described as shit eating.

you roll your eyes at him, but your own smile is nothing short of fond.

"okkotsu yuuta, the next time i see you in here, it better be because you're coming to ask me out properly, and not while you're bleeding all over my floor"

his grin softens as he melts before you.

"noted"

[sashi-ya]

東京 NIGHTS mini event

𝑰'𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓂃 ࣪˖ okkotsu yuuta x fem! reader

⤹˚ synopsis. some years have passed since the incident; he moved overseas, you stayed... however, you never forgot, and you always waited

requested by: Anon ➡ hi sash, I saw you love Yuta so can I ask for our sweet boy with a fem! reader and the prompt "meet me at Hachiko statue in 3 yeas"? thank you! tw: sfw. sweet, romantic. fluffy. based on Hachiko's and his story. there might be a second part of this story, with 18+ cont. You can tell me if you want me to post it ~ wc: 1.4k masterlist

“Meet me three years from now at the Hachiko Statue” “Shibuya? Again?”

Three years have passed, the incident left your hearts barely hanging from the tiny strings of an undeveloped love.

Waiting, day after day. Night after night.

A light rain plays a soft melody against the transparent surface of your umbrella. Your lips tremble, even if you fight for your façade to look as serious as possible. The doors of the subway station feel like the holy tori of a sanctuary; after all that happened some years ago, looking at the “to Shibuya” signs still makes you dizzy.

You watch youngsters coming back from school, other enjoying themselves as they probably get ready to visit karaoke bars tonight. And you remember that you used to be exactly the same as them… even if from the corner of your eye, creatures of many different types appeared to make you late.

This time, however, there was no creature. No curse. No ghost. But only the feeling of what once happened there. How many of you have lost much more than what you could remember…

You check your phone; no message from Okkotsu still. Will he be there? At least, is he in Tokyo at all?

You swallow and swipe the card on the ticket gate; the “beep” allows you to keep walking, but the sound of your heart beating fast covers it all. Soon enough, the subway train arrives perfectly in time, and letting other people go in first, you find a seat waiting just for you.

Once again, you check your phone. Nothing.

“He is not coming, why am I doing this? he probably forgot about me and this, and I can’t blame him…”

Sweaty palms make your phone get steam marks on its screen, but you don’t mind. Your leg bounces softly, the music in your earphones have absolutely no importance to you right now.

You close your eyes, wondering how he looks like now. Does he still have those dark beautiful circles under his eyes? The little reddish hint that always made him look as he had just stopped crying? The blackest messy hair, or maybe his narrow frame… “I just hope you haven’t forget about me, even if you don’t come”  

It takes very little for the subway to finally reach Shibuya station. Or maybe it was just you lost in time, that you didn’t notice.

As you walk up the stairs of infinite steps, you begin to feel the soft breeze of the busiest crosswalk in the world. It cools off your cheeks, already burning because Yuuta has always been your secret crush.

The rain has stopped, and there are just some pools on the ground reflecting the neon lights of the newly reconstructed Shibuya… this place used to look a lot different a few years ago.

The beat of the traffic lights sounds synchronize with your heart beating; the laughter of young people, the imagery of couples joining after work, the memories of painful and bloody happenings… everything surrounds you, turning your quivering legs a lot more weak than before.

You check your phone one last time before crossing; you need to get to the statue of Hachiko. That was your meeting point. Such a curious choice you had; Hachiko waited for his owner at the station until he died, because he knew one day he would come back…

As you cross, your eyes scan for the place. Looking at the faces of every man you could find, your disappointment grows bigger and bigger. None of them are him; none of them will be either.

You decide to wait for 10 minutes. Nothing more. Nothing less.

A few tourists stop you once you get to the statue, distracting you. They need to know their way to a certain restaurant, so you take your time to help them. But when they are finally gone, you are back to your loneliness.

“I’m going to check my phone one last time…” you think; unblocking your device. Nothing; again. “Yes, you are not coming… I hope you are fine, Yuuta” you whisper, low enough just for you to hear it.

With your head lowered, defeated, you begin to walk away. The rain has started to fall again, but you don’t even care to open your umbrella. It’s ok if your hair gets wet. It’s ok if your make up fades.

You wait at the traffic light to turn to green, you only want to hop on the station of your nightmares to go back home. Once and for all.

As the mass begins to move, and you put a foot on the street, something catches your attention.

A big bouquet of purple flowers covers the face of a tall man asking to forgive him while he opens his way through the crowd.

“Ah… lucky girl. Late but at least with such a big bouquet…” you smile, with your eyes turning a little shiny from incipient tears.

“(Name)!!” he screams, the moment that flower man reaches you. He bumps into you with the flowers, and he has yelled your name. You blink repeatedly, only looking at the hand holding the bouquet. A silver ring shines on his hand, and it makes you shiver…

There, right in the middle of Shibuya cross, under now a pouring rain, the shy face of a man sprouts from in between beautiful purple flowers.

“(Name)! My flight was delayed, but I wanted to buy you this before I came. I’m sorry, I am so happy you didn’t leave” he chimes, with a soft smile that hasn’t changed. He is a man now, stronger, taller, mature… but Yuuta is still the softest little boy you once met at the academy.

Your lower lip shakes like a leaf, and the tears start going down your cheeks. Maybe the rest won’t notice because of the rain, but Yuuta does. You can’t speak, no words come out of your mouth.

Violently crying now, you let yourself fall into his arms. The bouquet hangs from his hand to the side, while you nuzzle on the crook of his neck.

“(Name), don’t cry! I am here! are you ok?!!” he desperately asks, hugging you hard against his chest.

You sniffle and nod, inhaling his sweet perfume. Another thing that hasn’t changed a bit; his skin scent has always been the same. Even if the times you were able to enjoy it were barely twice, you can’t forget it.

“I… I thought you had forgotten” you murmur, as both walk hugging back to the sidewalk.

“Wh-what? I’ve been counting the days to see you again” he whispers, with his lips resting on the crown of your head. “How could I forget? I missed you so much”

You look up searching for his eyes, a sweet beam garnishes your face. He still has those dark circles; he still has that enchanting pouty lips. “You haven’t changed a bit, Yuta…” you whisper, allowing the warmth of his embrace to protect you from anything around.

He giggles, that pure laughter that makes you melt. “And here I thought I was getting older… you did, however, change (Name)…” he says, kissing your forehead after.

You gasp, the old Yuuta would have had a stroke before even kissing you. Or at least his cheeks would have become as red as tomatoes – to say the least.

“You look even more beautiful than before” he finishes, leaving you absolutely breathless.

You swiftly look around him; you don’t want to get killed by Rika. Once you positively check you are safe, you stretch your neck to reach for his lips.

Your mouth lingers closer to his, so close they can even touch but not quite yet. The warmth of his breath caressing your lips, yours doing the same thing to his. Maybe you just wait for him to kiss you, or maybe both want to enjoy the little previous moments of something that you’ve been waiting even before than you two met for the very first time.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, taking his hand to your cheek. The soft caress, the cold touch of the ring grazing your skin… please do…

You nod, pouting just enough to meet his crashing lips. Both closed your eyes just when your eyes could see into each other’s, just when it was time to feel rather than see…

Your first kiss, and then another, and another. And the tourists taking pictures, because what’s more beautiful than a couple joining after years right by the statue of Hachiko who waited only moved by pure love?  💖

[thevelria]

Blood and Poker - Call me when you are ready to date me (SFW/mafia!Gojo x pokerplayer!fem!reader)

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Summary: You and your friends go to a casino to have some fun. Since you used to be a pro player you keep winning at the table which gets the attention of the owner. He tries to find out that you are a cheater or a genius.

Author's note: I love poker, I love casinos, I love mafia and I love Gojo. Simple as that lol

Warnings: no warnings.

WordCount: 1.9K

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Sliding into your black heels and fixing your tight, mid-thigh long dress before you actually stepped out of your apartment. “I’m on my way, Shoko.” you clicked your tongue. Your childhood friend sometimes was a bit too much but you loved her anyway. “Yes, exactly. I’m literally opening the door downstairs. I already see you.” you started to wave while canceling the call. 

“You are late.” she rolled her eyes.

“Oh, c’mon… 3 minutes.”

“You are still late.” she teased. “Nah, get in the car. Utahime and Meimei are already waiting for us.”

“What about the boys?” you asked as you buckled the safety up. 

“Nanami picks Haibara up and they come with Kento’s car.” 

And what is all the fuss about, you may ask? It was a tradition. You’ve been friends since high school and stuck together even if you grew up. Even when you were at different unis and started to work at different workplaces. All of you gathered in the town twice a year. Once for a nice dinner before Christmas and once for a wasted gambling night in the Spring. Since it was April you were eager to meet your friends and let out all the stress, get wasted and probably win some money. 

It’s been a few years now that you stopped your career as a professional poker player. On a night like this you were able to feel the tension once again, to feel the adrenalin crawling up in your body and you let it spread in your veins. You had a perfect, so-called poker face. No one could read your emotions and you made advantage of that skill whenever you needed to. 

All of you met in front of the entrance, between kisses, hugs and howareyous you looked up for a blink and saw the big neon letters “GOJO”. This casino entered your town not long ago and you were more than happy to give it a try. 

As soon as you stepped in the girls aimed for the bar. 

“The usual?” Utahime asked you.

“Yes, honey. Thank you. I’ll be over at the…”

“Poker table.” Meimei finished your sentence giggling. 

“You know me too well.” you laughed. 

 Yu joined the girls, while Kento decided to escort you to the table you just picked randomly. 

“Tonight is my night, girl.” he leaned closer to you as soon as you took a seat. “I’m gonna win all your sweet money. It will be a perfect revenge for last year’s disaster.”

“You wish, sweetheart.” you petted his thigh. “You wish.”

Round after round you won the pot and kept gathering Kento’s chips, just as the other two player’s, too. Your friend was getting more and more impatient and probably irritated. 

“Fuck…” he hissed. “I’m out.” he rolled his eyes the second you raised the bet on the river. After an hour or so Kento was lacking his chips, maybe they were enough for 2 or 3 more rounds. 

***

“Boss, I need you to come with me please.” Yuuta bowed slightly before Gojo.

“What’s the matter?” he frowned. The head of security called him only when there was something off.

“I think there might be a cheater at one of the poker tables.” he sat down in the security room in front of the countless screens which gave them access to see everything in the casino. “Look! Do you see it at table 7? She keeps winning for one and a half hours straight. There’s no way she doesn’t count the cards…” he shook his head irritated. “Do you want me to kick her out?”

Gojo stepped closer, rubbing his thumb and index finger up and down on his jaw. “Hmm…” he growled as he stared at you. “I will handle her myself.” he spun on his heels and left the room. “Let’s see if you are a cheater or a genius, darling.” he smirked as he hurried his steps towards your table. 

***

“Oh, c’mon!” Nanami threw his hands into the air. “I know you’re bluffing, girl. I’m sure!”

“Am I?” you poked your tongue against your inner cheek. 

“Go, sweety, go!” Yu cheered for you from behind, sitting at a normal table, sipping his drink. He and the girls took a break and decided to watch the painful execution of Nanami Kento’s wallet. 

“Shut your mouth, Haibara!” hissed the blonde haired man, as he pushed his glasses back up on his nose. 

“Show me what you got.” you smiled after the river. At this time only you and him stayed at the table, everyone else gave up and left. 

“I win this. I know I do.” he smirked and flashed a full house with Aces full of Kings.  

“My sweet, Kento, my sweet sweet Kento.” your voice sounded warm and nice which sent shivers down his body.

“What?! WHAT?!” he clenched his jaw. “If you dare to tell me that…”

“Four of a kind…” you revealed your cards “Queens.” you chuckled a bit as the dealer repeated the result and pushed all the chips to you.

“Fuck off! Seriously, just fuck off, girl!” he took a desperately huge breath. 

“Good evening.” a husky voice interrupted the little act at the table. “May I join? It seems this pretty lady is getting lucky, so I would like to try mine, too” the snow white haired man said politely. You missed the quick glance the dealer gave to his boss.

“There’s no luck in this, sir.” you rolled your eyes offended. “I’m simply good at this game.”

He raised his index finger as he took a seat, signing he wanted to join the game anyway.

“If you are an enemy of your own wallet, you can join us.” Nanami hummed.

The cards were dealt and everyone made the bet. You tried to read your newest opponent but him wearing dark sunglasses gave you a hard time. 

“You’re staring.” he smirked.

“I know.” you raised one of your eyebrows.

Kento wanted to show off, even if he was terrible at any card games. Everyone knew it except him. He clicked his tongue, so you already knew he actually had something in his hand. You were holding a 7,2 off, so you dropped them without hesitation. There was no way on Earth you would try anything risky with the most horrible combination you could get.

As you kept staring at the handsome man next to you, he slightly pulled his sunglasses off, flashing his mesmerizingly blue eyes. “Holy fuck!” you thought to yourself. 

Kento wasn’t paying attention, he was sure this time he was going to win the pot. So he of course missed the cheeky wink his opponent gave you before pushing the glasses back up. You bit your lower lip, because even if it was clearer than the sun you couldn’t say a single thing. You rather tried to find out what he could hold. According to the cards on the table after the river you had two possibilities in mind.    

“All in.” he pushed all his chips to the middle of the table.

“Call!” snapped Kento without even thinking for a second. 

“Fuck, Nanami!” you shook your head angrily. “How can you be this stupid!”

“Easy, girl. I got this…” he smirked, flashing his cards. “Four of a kind, Aces.” he kept raising his eyebrows up and down. But the fact his opponent pulled a tiny smile told you more than enough. 

“He has a fucking straight flush, Kento. Why can’t you read the freaking cards?” you hummed a bittersweet laugh.

“How did you know…” he frowned as he showed the Queen and King of hearts in his hand. The dealer placed them right next to the rest of the cards in the middle of the table and called him the winner. 

“Don’t worry.” you turned to Nanami. “I’m gonna win your money back.” you winked at him.

“Will you?” your opponent chuckled. “By the way I’m Satoru.” he offered his hand for a shake. 

“Nice to meet you.” you nodded. 

“It’s my pleasure to play with a woman like you.” he tried to smooth talk.

“Stop flirting and make the bet.” you pretended to yawn. 

Gojo pulled his hand back and slightly smiled. Your cheeky attitude amazed him. 

As you promised your friend after a few rounds you had all the chips. 

“Your girlfriend is very very talented.” he turned to Nanami.

“Girlfriend? Her? I would never ever date her…” he bursted out in a loud laughter.

You punched him hard in the shoulder. “Asshole.” 

“You see?” Nanami tilted his head a bit.

“Only a fool wouldn’t date a beautiful lady like her.” he looked you in the eyes. That was the moment he got your attention. 

***

Gojo had no intention in telling you he was the owner of the place, rather he invited you for a drink at the bar. You stepped to your friends and promised them you were going to be back soon.

“Girl! Don’t be ridiculous!” Meimei chuckled. “This guy is hot as fuck. Go get him.”

“A Gin-tonic, please.” you sat down at the bar.

“Actually, two.” Gojo took a seat next to you. 

The second you wanted to pay for your drink the bartender smiled and said “It’s on the house, miss.” 

You were surprised but didn’t turn down the free drink. Satoru started to ask you questions about your skill and you ended up telling him your story.

“I used to be a pro player.” you pulled a painful smile. “But I had to quit and since then I rarely play.” 

“You are full of surprises, I am honestly amazed.”

The hours flew by and even if you had fun it was time to end the night. 

“The casino has hotel rooms as well.” Gojo offered it smoothly.

“Thanks.” you stood up and placed your palm on his shoulder. “But I don’t do one night stands anymore.”

He smirked at your comment and grabbed a business card in his pocket, handing it to you as he stood up as well. “I’m not interested in one night stands either. Call me when you are ready to date me.” he gave a quick kiss on your cheek and left. 

You stared at the card in your hand and frowned, because you were sure you'd seen his name somewhere. As you walked out of the building and turned around there it was. The huge neon letters “GOJO” right above the entrance flashed into your face. You grabbed your phone right away and sent him a text message.

“Why didn’t you say you own this whole place?”

“Does it matter?” he texted you back almost immediately. 

You hummed a laugh, because he made a point. “No, actually it does not matter.” 

***

The next morning you were woken up by your ringing phone. 

“Yeah?” you picked up, being barely awake.

“So, are you ready to date me, yet?” Gojo’s husky voice made you smile. 

“Uhm…” you had no idea what to say.

“I’ll pick you up at 7 sharp.” he hung up. 

“Well, it seems I’m gonna have a date tonight.” you blinked a few times before a question popped in your mind. “Wait! How the hell does he know my address?” 

You had no idea that Gojo Satoru wasn’t only an owner of a casino. No. He was the head of one the biggest mafia families in the whole country. 

[mana-jjk]

Mana.... Hows jjk 261 :3 (im bawling my eyes out)

hi babes <3 !

i’m coping so hard right now, but this chapter gave so much to think about in terms of characterization too.

spoilers under the cut !! i’m so serious y’all, you will be majorly spoiled if you keep reading

ok so first of all, i feel so vindicated that everyone is starting to realize how much of a crazy bitch yuuta is. i’ve been saying since day one that the boy is unhinged and i love him for it. i think it’s interesting how in general, the second years all fall under a different morality stance that impacts each other.

i don’t think the typical moral alignment chart really fits them, so let me ramble for a second.

maki is a bit true neutral to me in that she will turn her nose to the society set before her, because it’s wrong. she has strong ideals, but her behavior used to be very much of looking out for herself before much else. that means hurting others feelings, not giving into designated good behavior to make it easier for others, goals dedicated to breaking the glass ceiling rather than any passion to save anyone. her actions may lean to an objective good and evil stance, whatever may be necessary. i think her stance is definitely swayed by her comrades. the initial reaction to yuuta possessing gojo’s body was immediate refusal. it’s almost odd that she’s had such a strong reaction to it, considering her past attitude of doing whatever may be necessary. her real reaction stems from the danger that has the potential of impacting yuuta.

panda is definitely more interesting in that he’s not human. he’s most often shown as one of the more empathetic in the show despite his inhuman origins. yet at the same time, he’s very tactical and thinks of humans and their emotions as strange. there’s an almost juxtaposition of that kind nature in combination with a degree of separation that is visceral in nature. case in point, panda acknowledges that there is danger to yuuta in this case, yet he has the most subdued reaction to such. is this because he cares less? i don’t think so. however, another point is when yuuta is screaming about becoming a monster. panda shows little to no reaction outwardly. again, you have to ponder the choice in this. yuuta used to be the prime example of his inability to understand humans and their emotions. i do wonder if that’s still the case after masamichi was killed. they both lost a figure deeply important to them. the difference is that panda refrained from enacting vengeance and instead displayed his, perhaps most genuine, showcase of emotion. part of panda’s journey is about discovering where he stands in society. reacting to this in such a way feels like an acceptance of that journey coming to an end. he understands yuuta, because he had to become more in order to process these tragedies, with another on the horizon.

i think i’ve said this before, but i do see potential where toge would’ve been set up as the moral compass of the second years (if gege didn’t keep forgetting about him). out of all the characters, toge was set up to be one of the most self-sacrificial. silencing and isolating himself his entire life to prevent cursing others, trying to make yuuta stay back or run away when there’s danger, protecting megumi despite the damage to his throat, asking nobara not to kill one of the very few people who knows a dangerous weakness of cursed speech, protecting an entire civilian crowd by himself, and so on. but there’s smaller pieces too. stopping maki from bullying yuuta, protesting sending yuuji alone during the exchange event, always choosing non-violent commands on his peers if necessary, physically stepping in to stop todo from harassing megumi, checking in on the others well being. i’ve always seen that moment with maki and stopping her as indicative to their relationship. if he says she’s gone too far, she trusts him. his reaction to yuuta’s speech is also the most visceral, there’s a hint of horror on his face that you can’t see with anyone else. it’s a terror i only have to assume at the knowledge that yuuta cannot, will not be stopped. and for toge, who has so much of his character built around care, it must be so horrifying to know that you are helpless to save the one you care about most, as helpless as he was to prevent the decimation of the civilians entrusted to him in shibuya.

yuuta actually tickles my brain in the best way y’all. i have SO MUCH to say about this man and his morals. what is absolutely crazy is that you would think yuuta is being set up as the straight man (not literally, that boy is bisexual as fuck), but in that he did not grow up in their society. maki, toge, and panda were all groomed from birth to be soldiers. ready to do what is necessary to save civilians. megumi said it best, they’re not heroes, they’re jujutsu sorcerers. that means being deplorable sometimes, expecting not to save everyone, yet willing to die in an instance without cursing the world. despite this, somehow it’s yuuta who emulates these values the most. where others may protest the ethics of the body swap, yuuta intercepts with bone-chilling anger. where toge refrains from using permanently damaging curse words, the first one and most common yuuta uses is ‘die,’ where others might turn tail and run, yuuta digs in his heel and does what is necessary. likely this is a byproduct of growing up with the vengeful spirit of rika for five years. single-handedly, he was responsible for numerous injuries and deaths even before arriving at the school. we see this byproduct in his willingness in biting the faces off roaches, killing yuuji, and taking it upon himself to kill his mentor’s best friend not once, but twice. and then letting the copy of rika EAT HIM !!

were these all necessary at the time? of course, but the moral strain, the implications of his mental state in order to do so is one that is vastly underestimated.

yuuta killed yuuji.

with his own hand, he cut through flesh and blood and bone and dug through to the other side. he did it without a twitch in his face, he did it after chasing him through the city. yuuji did not lie down and take it, he ran and he fought for his life. the desperation on yuuji’s face, the terror, the chilling understanding that he would not survive this. he might have healed him, but what kind of person do you think it takes to go through with that? yes, it was necessary. but i want you to imagine yourself in that position. it’s not a moment to take lightly, especially if you’re not entirely sure if it will work. taking this all to the present day, if you were surprised at the lengths yuuta will go, i truly cannot imagine why.

gojo satoru is not being used as a weapon. he is a tribute. the very act in itself is an accolade, the only eulogy they can afford to provide. the act of desecration is a love letter, a legacy borne of blood soaked thorns and crumbling graves. the strongest, the one and only, the honored one. untouchable, unreachable, an unattainable monster. gojo describes others as the flowers that fester and grow, who love in theory but never truly understand. do you understand the gut-wrenching tragedy it takes for someone as blessed as yuuta to sink into the grime that no one dares venture, to foresake his blessings to become the decomposition, the nourishment of these roots, to take over like a parasite, a hive mind, if only to ensure the loss is not in vain?

no one is looking at this the right way.

yuuta isn’t disrespecting gojo by using his body as a weapon, he is honoring him in the only way he knows how. he’s taking his life, filled with blessings, friends that adore him, the chances for love and happiness, the journey it took for him to come here, and laying it out in offering. i see your pain, i see your endings, and to ensure you rest in peace, i will ensure that these hands finally lay to rest that which has taken so much from you.

yuuta loves gojo, he loves him so completely that he became a monster far before this act. he killed his best friend so he wouldn’t have to, he killed the parasitic host of his best friend so he wouldn’t have to, there’s so much blood on his hands it’s hard to tell where the devotion ends and humanity begins.

we can scream black and blue that this is wrong, that he deserves a proper rest, that they are abandoning the humanity in which they strive so much to save. to that i say, no shit, it’s almost like that’s the point. asking children to fight in a war they never asked for is wrong. training these children from birth and grooming them to be weapons before they even know how to define what it means to die is wrong. trying to execute teenagers with no knowledge or understanding of their abilities or place in this society is wrong. telling teenagers who will never experience a normal school life to engage in suicide missions, knowing they have no chance is wrong. demanding that they place priority over lives, especially over their own is wrong. outlawing their very existence, to which was groomed specifically for their society, is wrong. asking them to plan for their early demise, to greet death with acceptance rather than rage, is wrong. it’s all wrong, it’s all a product of a broken society that could never move forward. asking them to fight with amputated limbs, disfigured skin, and no one to mourn their existence beyond the circle of lives at the beck and call is wrong. but the end of sukuna is a potential turning point, the end of a generational transition cycle that continues to cog forward. gojo hated this society most of all, and i have no doubt that he has brought the end of it.

if not the death of the elders, it is the death of himself that spurs the same change that came with his birth. it’s almost tragic that gojo’s life mission was to ensure that the youth could live their lives to the fullest, yet he had to accept that their lives would be laid down regardless. gojo sacrificed his entire life, from birth to death to be a protector. yes he stopped executions, he gave chances to many who would have otherwise been ostracized, yet all in the same they lay down their lives and die all too soon. children he helped raise, children he would have done anything for, children who now face his death with their own bodies in the line of fire. in the end, he didn’t change a thing. prolonged death sentences maybe, yet what does it matter if they die by their society or by sukuna’s hand? that is why yuuta needed to take his body. because gojo is not done, he cannot be laid to rest until the final obstacle is out of the way. a last wish, the closing of a door, the balance of what was good and necessary.

as long as sukuna lives, they have failed. and yuuta, the one most blessed by the efforts of gojo, the one who had the most to live for, understands that more than anyone else.

the truth is that gojo was so completely adored by his student, in a way even he didn’t understand. children who were saved by him, the outcasts of the jujutsu world who were given a family because of him. megumi who was able to escape the zenins, yuuji who was given a prolonged execution, nobara who finally had people sitting in her chairs, maki who was fighting against the foundation, panda who was not even human, toge who’s very life was outlawed, yuuta who had long since lost all reason to live. they found each other because of gojo, they found reason to live in each other. because of that, they found the confidence to die too.

jujutsu kaisen for these very reasons is not for the faint of heart. the death of nanami was the tipping point of a decent into darkness in which children are not spared. there are no children in a war of this scale, only born and raised soldiers who will live and die a life documented only by the tragic losses unknown by the rest of society. the people who were everything, the people they would have done anything for, not even a smear in history. unnamed, unthanked, unnoticed in their absence to the rest of society. because even a happy story like yuuta’s is built on the knowledge that every blessing was only a prolonged sacrifice.

he would give up everything and anything, because that was the only way to ensure the people he loved, his everything and anything, lived to see another day. that is what becoming a monster truly means. the capability and willingness to become an ugly, wretched, and cruel being, if only to ensure you are the strongest.

however, yuuta does have something that gojo was never quite able to keep. the love and devotion matched in full by his comrades, unwilling to let him face these battles alone. therefore, even as tragedy trudges on, i truly hope this is where we can see the potential of the established bond in the second years.

i will continue being delusional, if only to believe my found family will not yet be ripped apart (like yuuta). so to answer your question, i too am suffering !! slice of life alternate universe when

[in-search-of-a-fallen-star]

i've tasted blood (and i want more)

Pairing: Yuuta Okkotsu/Reader

WC: 5,542

Content warnings: if you do not like blood, this is probably not the fic for you. Contains depictions of canon typical injury/vampire bites, as well as the symptoms and aftereffects of blood loss. Also contains some yan behavior/themes. Read at your own discretion. This fic also contains an explicit smut scene- no pronouns are used for the reader, but they are described to have a vagina.

Happy Halloween, witches! It only took me a month but I did finally finish my first Halloween fic. This one is a vampire au for JJK, featuring vampire!Yuuta. I had fun writing it, and I hope you have fun reading it as well <3

Title is from the song Toucha, Toucha, Toucha, Touch Me from Rocky Horror.

Minors and ageless blogs, DNI. If you don't have an age in your bio or pinned, I will block you.

Yuuta’s been looking tired lately. Well, more so than usual. Even though he was turned only recently, Yuuta has the bone-tired look of someone who has seen many centuries pass. The transformation had deepened his dark eyes and sharpened his cheekbones, creating more places on his already angular face for the shadows of exhaustion to cling to. You might say it in jest, but a part of you really does blame Gojo for working poor Yuuta into the ground.

However, as much as you would like to, you can’t place all the blame on Gojo. Since he’d transformed, you’d only ever seen Yuuta drink from the cold storage synthetic blood bags kept in reserve- never the donated ones, and he avoids the volunteer feeding drives like the plague. Shoko just shakes her head. She tells you that while it’s not healthy, it’s survivable, so she can’t force him to feed.

When you finally worked up the courage to ask him why he hasn’t fed, he just smiled that disarmingly charming smile of his and told you not to worry, he just wasn’t hungry. You had to drag your gaze away from the points of his fangs, gleaming ivory under the harsh lights of the clinic.

You’ve been close to vampires before; there are several in residence at the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical School. Maki feeds to maintain her incredible strength, and Nobara says that anything other than real blood will wreck her complexion. Both of them are beautiful- Maki in the way a leaping panther is beautiful, all lean muscle and coiled power, and Nobara in the way a roaring tiger is beautiful, brash and proud.

Yuuta is different. He is still beautiful, under the dark shadows that cling to his face like soot. But he is striking in the way a hurricane or car crash is. You look at him and can’t look away, in a way that feels a bit like morbid fascination in the face of disaster. He is a force of nature on his own- you’ve seen him spar on campus, and you know he’s the only person who can keep up with Maki or Gojo. You also know some of the tragedy that dogs his steps. People still go out of their way to avoid speaking Rika’s name near Yuuta, even after the dramatic mission last year where he finally put her soul to rest.

You’ve wanted to reach out, to offer him some comfort, especially after everything with Rika. For the most part he’s let you. He’ll sink into your embrace like it’s a soft bed after far too many hours awake, and you are content to hold and be held for as long as he needs.

These moments are unfortunately few and far between. Since he was turned, you’ve noticed Yuuta retreating further and further from you. He still acts like your friend, but he no longer drapes an arm around you, tucks his chin over your shoulder when he wants to see something you’re holding, or links your pinkies together when you stand close enough that your shoulders touch. You feel the loss of the casual intimacy keenly, and you can’t stop yourself from wondering what might have caused your best friend to pull away from you.

As a human with no special powers of your own, you assumed that Yuuta was simply gravitating towards people who shared his experiences and understood what he was going through. It didn’t make it hurt any less when he would startle when you walked in the room, look at you with those soulful dark eyes, and leave. You’d even noticed that when you stood near him, he would hold his breath. You knew that the turning sharpened mortal senses, but you didn’t think that you smelled quite that repulsive.

Since then, you’ve resigned yourself to this new state of your friendship. Yuuta has been through hell, more literally than most people, and you don’t want to put undue pressure on him to do something he obviously doesn’t want. So you let him keep his distance, opening your arms for him whenever he comes to you for comfort. You stroke his hair and murmur soft words in his ear, and try to tell yourself that those moments are enough when you watch him smile and laugh with his other friends.

You are caught off guard when he stumbles into the clinic in the middle of your graveyard shift. You are startled out of your studying by the loud crash of the metal doors being thrown open, and you look up to see Yuuta, fair skin and snow white uniform stained scarlet. His eyes are wild, and while his katana is sheathed you don’t miss the way he reaches for it when you jolt up behind the desk. You hurry around the desk, snapping on neoprene gloves before you reach for him, intending to check over the wounds that are still sluggishly oozing crimson.

Instead he bats you away, pressing one hand over his mouth and nose. “Stay away,” he growls at you, pushing past you into the clinic. He goes straight for the sink, turning on the faucet and leaning down to swallow mouthfuls of water. You watch him swish it in his mouth before spitting it out again, the water running red with blood.

“Yuuta, you’re hurt. Let me do my job and help you,” you try again, approaching slower this time, hands out as if you’re nearing a wounded animal.

He’s resting his head on his forearm, leaning against the wall. Pinkish water is still dripping from the corner of his mouth. “No. Don’t come closer,” he pants out. He’s trying to be commanding, but the state of his injuries and the way he’s struggling to regulate his breathing override any fear you feel.

You get close enough to carefully wrap a hand around one of his wrists, and you almost jerk your hand away in surprise. Yuuta’s normally cool skin is burning hot, pulse pounding so fast you can feel the beat of it on his wrist.

Gently but firmly, you pull him away from the sink, leading him to sit down on the nearest table. Now that some of the blood has been washed away, you can finally get a good look at his face. His eyes are bright, the bags gone. There’s even a flush to his normally pale cheeks. He looks healthier than he has in months, despite bleeding all over your operating table.

“What happened, Yuuta?” you breathe, looking him over. The immediate concern is two deep cuts, one reaching from the side of his neck down to his chest and the other biting deep into his side. You begin cutting away the tattered remains of his shirt and surprisingly enough he lets you, swaying forward to rest his head in the crook of your neck as he often does after rough missions. You feel him take a deep breath against your pulse point, the movement of air sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.

“Was tracking a witch,” he murmurs, voice muffled against your skin. “Set a trap for me. Tricked me into drinking some of her blood.”

You keep your hands steady, treating what you can reach until you’re forced to put a hand on the uninjured side of his chest and gently push him away so you can reach the rest of his injuries. He doesn’t let you get far, keeping you close with a dazed look in his eyes and a flush burning high on his cheeks. His symptoms make a little more sense now; this has to be his first taste of real blood since he was turned. He’s going to have to stay overnight for observation; there’s a chance he could go feral.

You move to go to the cold storage unit and get him a blood bag. You know he’s probably ravenous right now. Blood will help him heal, and hopefully take the edge off his appetite so you can call for Shoko. Before you can get more than a step away, he locks his arms around you and pulls you back to his chest. He runs his nose along the curve of your neck, hot panting breaths blowing at the delicate skin. You reach up, running a hand through his dark hair and he practically purrs, leaning into your touch.

“You gotta let me go, Yuu,” you tell him softly, trying to coax him into letting you go. “I’m just gonna get you something to eat and I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t want it.” The words would sound petulant under normal circumstances, but right now it sounds desperate. “Tastes bad.”

“You have to feed on something, Yuu,” you say. “You’re running on empty, and you need something in your stomach so you can heal.”

“I know,” he mumbles. “It just all smells bad. It makes me sick.”

A thought crosses your mind. “You could feed on me,” you suggest, running a calming hand up and down his spine. “I know it smells bad but it’s fresh, and it’ll help you heal the fastest.”

You feel the shudder that rips through him. He sits up a bit, swaying. “No,” he protests. “I can’t, I’ll hurt you.”

You’re already unbuttoning your shirt, sliding it off your shoulders to rest in the crooks of your elbows, far enough away that hopefully it won’t get too bloody. You grab his hand, catching his attention. “It’s okay, Yuuta. I trust you, I know you won’t hurt me.” You slide a hand up to the back of his neck, drawing him close to you. He resists at first, but lets you pull him back to your neck.

His nostrils flare and he groans. “God, you smell so good,” he whines against your throat. “I’ve been wanting this for so long. It’s not fair for you to do this to me.”

“You don’t have to hold back. Take what you need,” you tell him, holding him close.

Yuuta hesitates for another moment, before his hunger overwhelms him. You feel the cool touch of his spit-slick lips before the hot prick of pain as his lips pierce the skin of your neck. The pain is sharp and hot for a moment, before it melts outwards in a wave of pleasure that crashes through your limbs like the aftereffects of a supernova. Now you understand why the volunteer feeding drives are always packed- this rush, the spread of his venom in your bloodstream, triggers a cascade of hormones that drives you into a state of euphoria.

You feel boneless, relaxed and adrift in a sea of warmth with only a slight sensation of suction on the side of your neck to ground you. Everything is hazy and electric all at once. You hardly register the cool wall of the clinic pressing against your back, but each brush of Yuuta’s hands on your skin makes every hair on your body stand on end. Every touch of his hands as they roam your body and each movement of his lips on your neck sends a shockwave right to your core. Within seconds, you are dancing on the edge of a peak that promises to be more intense than anything you’ve reached before.

Helpless to do anything else, a wavering moan escapes your lips. Distantly, you register an answering one rumble from Yuuta’s chest. A moment later, you feel his lips leave your neck and you whine at the loss of sensation. Everything still feels hazy, and not in a fun way. You see Yuuta’s face swim in front of your vision, a mass of pale skin, dark hair and darker eyes that are wide with an emotion you don’t have the capacity to name right now. You know he’s saying something, his words are high pitched and panicked in a way that makes your oncoming headache worse.

The air of the clinic starts to feel bone-chillingly cold. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to preserve the body heat that seems to be rapidly leaching from you. Yuuta’s fuzzy form dips out of your vision for a moment, returning with what you assume is one of the flimsy blankets kept in the clinic for such a purpose. He carefully drapes the blanket around your shoulders, but it’s not enough to keep you from shivering.

Ever so gently, you feel him scoop you into his arms. He sits down somewhere, cradling you to his warm chest so close that you can hear his heartbeat, pumping your lifeblood in his chest. The sound lulls you to sleep, pulling faster at the threads of exhaustion already dragging you down. As you fade away, you feel a faint press of lips to your forehead, and Yuuta’s gentle voice whispers to you, “I’m sorry. I know I should, but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to let you go after this.”

When you swim back to consciousness, the first thing you feel is a splitting headache. You open your eyes to the sharp pinpricks of early morning sun stabbing at your pupils. Somewhere next to you, you hear Shoko’s voice. “Easy there kid. You’ve had a rough night. Take these,” she presses two pills and a bottle of water into your hands.

You swallow the pills and the cool water gratefully. After the pills have kicked in, you sit up, grateful that the world is no longer swimming in front of you. “Where’s Yuuta?” you croak, touching a hand to your sore throat. Your fingers meet the edge of a bandage, pressed neatly over the two puncture wounds on the side of your neck.

“Had to kick him out this morning. The two of you gave me a hell of a scare,” she looks at you reproachfully. “Came into the clinic to find the two of you looking like you just escaped a Saw trap. At least the kid was lucid enough to stop the bleeding last night, or this would have been a much rougher morning for you.” Shoko gestures to the bandage on your throat. “Practically had to pry him off of you though. He wouldn’t leave until I swore to him that I would stay with you until you woke up. Which reminds me, now that you are awake, I have a significant amount of blood to clean up out there.”

You move to get up and help, and she pins you with a glare. “Absolutely not. You are staying put until you’ve slept more and eaten that,” she points to a wrapped bento box on the bedside table.

“I’m sorry, Shoko. I’ll make it up to you,” you say meekly.

“You can do that by not letting a half feral vampire feed on you,” she grumbles, pulling on gloves and grabbing the cleanup kit from the closet. “Also by not complaining when I stick your ass on cleanup duty for the next month.”

You toss her a salute. “Yes ma’am.” You bite back the smile that’s threatening to pull at your lips. You must have been in a bad state last night, for your normally cavalier boss to fuss over you so much. It feels good, to have someone care for you like this.

The thought does drag your mind back to Yuuta- your last memory from the night before is his voice, saying something about not leaving you, but he is nowhere to be found. Shoko did say something about kicking him out of the clinic, and you wouldn’t be surprised if she’d threatened him to stay away for some time. She does get protective of you. You can’t help but feel guilty; you knew the potential consequences of what you were offering last night and had done it anyway, and now you’re sitting pretty in the clinic and Yuuta is most likely facing serious consequences for circumstances that had been largely out of his control.

You lay back down, lost in thought. There’s a lot of last night that’s blurry. You remember pretty much everything until Yuuta bit you, and after that your memory gets foggy. However, there are some things that you do remember that you can’t seem to get out of your head. Up until now, you’d thought that Yuuta had avoided you because he couldn’t stand your smell. After last night, you’re not so sure of that anymore. Granted, he was half feral with hunger and definitely not in his right mind last night, but you can’t help but hope that this means that things will change between you two. It had sounded like he’d been forcing himself to stay away from you, and you find yourself hoping that he meant it when he said he wouldn’t let you go again.

You fall asleep with that thought on your mind, and a faint smile on your lips. Your dreams are strange, disjointed things, but throughout them all you see familiar dark eyes in different places and you can’t bring yourself to be afraid.

When you wake a second time, the light in the clinic has changed to the golden rays of the late afternoon. For the second time today, you find someone waiting for you at your bedside, and for the second time today it’s not the person you’re hoping to see.

Even though you’ve been studying at the technical school for years now, Gojo still unnerves you. He wears those strange dark glasses everywhere, and they somehow make him look more unsettling than the few times you’ve seen him without them. Sure, they hide his wide, electric blue eyes that are so bright they seem to glow on their own. But the glasses also accent the two smaller pairs of crystal blue eyes that sit on the edge of his cheekbones and just above his brow bone. Both sets of eyes meet yours as you wake, and you’re met with the strange feeling that he’d known exactly when you would open your eyes.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Gojo greets you, making an act of looking up at you from the documents in his lap as if four of his eyes hadn’t been watching you wake up. “How are you feeling?”

“No worse than after a night out with Nobara,” you shrug your shoulders, reaching for the water bottle on your bedside table.

“Glad to hear it. You’re tough for a little lab rat,” he laughs, crossing his legs. “Shoko threatened me to keep it brief, so I’ll get to the point. Yuuta has been asking to see you. Do you want us to let him in?”

“Yes,” you answer immediately.

Gojo is uncharacteristically serious. “Are you sure?”

“I am. I knew the risks. I don’t blame him.”

“As long as you’re sure.” Gojo stands up, shuffling the papers on his lap back into their folder. You catch a glimpse of an ad for a local bakery mixed in with what looks like the pages of an incident report. “I’ll go tell him he can come see you. He’s been bothering me nonstop about it since Shoko kicked him out this morning.”

He walks to the door of your room, pausing on the threshold with one hand on the doorframe. “I hope you’re prepared for what you’re getting yourself into,” he tells you over his shoulder.

A few minutes later, you hear quiet footsteps outside your room. Yuuta has showered since you last saw him, his hair soft and clean and face free of blood. He hesitates at the threshold, but you beckon him through. “Come here, let me look at your injuries.”

He follows your demand, sitting on the bed next to your knees. You can feel his eyes on you and you know that there’s something he wants to say, but you decide to check where those wounds had been last night first. Thankfully, you are met with smooth, unblemished skin at his side and chest.

You pause there, one of your warm hands resting against the cool side of his neck where one of the wounds had been. You lift your eyes to meet his. A moment passes, then you both speak at the same time.

“I’m so sorry-”

“I’m glad you’re-”

You laugh, sliding your hand down his arm to his hand. You gently untangle his fingers from where they’re clenched in the hem of his shirt, and slowly twine your fingers with his. “I’m glad you’re alright, Yuu. You scared me pretty bad, running into the clinic all cut up like that.”

“I’m alright thanks to you,” he brings your hand up to his mouth, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of it. “Please don’t put yourself on the line like that again. I can’t lose you,” he asks, dropping his head to rest his forehead against yours.

“I’m a tough cookie, Yuuta. I can take a little bite.” You squeeze his hand.

He groans above you. “You’re so cute. I don’t know how I ever convinced myself to stay away.”

You can’t help the smile that stretches across your face. “You think I’m cute?”

“I do. You’re irresistible to me,” he says, dipping his head down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. “You smell divine. You have no idea what a temptation you are. I tried to stay away; I was so worried that I would hurt you. And then you offered yourself up to me and I couldn’t resist anymore.” He lifts his head, bringing his free hand to your neck, tracing a whisper of a touch against the bandage. “I wish I could be stronger. Be better, for you.”

“You were starving, Yuuta. You endured so much.” You squeeze his hand. “I know you didn’t mean to, and I trust you. You won’t hurt me again.”

“I won’t,” he says, his voice full of conviction. He brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I won’t ever hurt you like that again.” He gives your hand a gentle squeeze and then lets go, reaching over to the bedside table to get the bento box that’s still waiting for you on the bedside table.

He shuffles closer to you on the bed and brings a piece of food to your lips, holding it patiently at the seam of your mouth until you open and delicately take the morsel from his fingers. You chew thoughtfully, watching him select the next piece of food from the box.

“What does this mean, for us?” you ask him softly, in between bites of food.

“It means I’m yours,” Yuuta answers, his voice solemn. “I’ll do whatever you want- be as close as you want me to be. I understand if you don’t want-”

You cut him off before he starts to spiral. “What if I want this? Want you?”

“Then I will give you all of me,” he says, dark eyes locked onto yours. “And you’ll be mine. Are you sure that’s something you want?”

You reach out, cupping his jaw in your hand. “I’m sure. I want you, Yuuta.”

He covers your hand with his, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. “I’ve wanted to hear you say that for a long time.

“What do we do now?” you ask, looking at him.

He laughs. “All you need to do is let me take care of you,” he says, eyes warm. “There will be time for other things after you’re feeling better.”

True to his word, Yuuta does take care of you. Every moment he’s able, he spends time with you, making sure you eat, stay hydrated, and stay warm. He even brings you a selection of his hoodies to wear, and it’s hard to miss the way he preens whenever you wear one in public.

You spend the evenings together. He’s taken to cooking for you, complete with a ‘kiss the cook’ apron, and he smiles brightly whenever you oblige and plant a kiss on whatever part of him you can reach without getting in his way. After he’s fed you, the two of you will curl up on your bed and read together, or watch a few episodes of a show you both enjoy. It makes for a very cozy routine for the two of you.

Well after the point when you’ve fully recovered from the incident in the clinic, you notice that Yuuta’s cheeks have begun to hollow again, and the shadows are starting to cling to his face. You kick yourself for forgetting; he should have fed again by now to keep up his strength. Shoko will probably kill you herself if you end up in the clinic again for a bite gone wrong, so you approach the situation with care.

It just takes a bit of patience. You’ve noticed Yuuta is happiest when you let him do things for you, so you spend the evening asking him for help with little chores around your small apartment. You let him cook dinner and do the dishes afterwards, sitting at the counter and keeping him company while he works. You’ve done everything you can to make sure it’s a relaxing atmosphere; there are candles lit that give your little apartment a golden glow, and soft music plays from your little speaker.

You wait until the two of you are warm and curled up in your bed before you make your move. Yuuta is leaning against the wall, his chin on your shoulder and his arms looped around your waist, ready for you to pull out the book you’ve been reading together and find your place.

Instead, you turn slightly in his arms, just enough that you can see his face. “Yuuta, I think you need to eat,” you tell him.

He looks down at you, a very cute confused expression on his face. “What do you mean? We just had dinner?”

“You need to feed, Yuuta.” You take off the hoodie you’ve been wearing all night, leaving you in just your tank top and shorts. You let your head loll to the side, exposing your throat to him. “Let me take care of you like you take care of me.”

“What if I hurt you again?”

“You won’t. You only hurt me last time because you were half-feral and starving. I want you to feed before you get to that point again.”

His eyes are massive; the dark irises trained on the movement of your pulse at your throat. You can hear him swallow.

“Are you sure?”

You take his hand. “I’m sure, Yuuta. I trust you.”

He brings your hand to his lips, scattering delicate kisses over the back and where your pulse flutters at your wrist. “You are too good to me,” he sighs, breath skating over your skin. Gently, he slides out from behind you but he doesn’t go far. He pulls you down to rest on your back, hovering over you with a soft look on his face.

“What’re you doing, Yuu?” you ask, watching him from your position on the pillows.

“I wanna make sure you enjoy this, too,” he murmurs, dusting kisses down your throat to where the edge of your tank top sits on your chest. With tender care he lifts the edge of your tank up, waiting for your approval before he pulls it off of you. He repeats the same process with your shorts, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks as he looks at your naked body with such reverence in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”

He trails his lips over every inch of your exposed skin, paying special attention to your nipples until they are stiff and puffy, shining with saliva in the soft light. Slowly, he moves his way down your body, kissing down your stomach until he’s hovering over the part of you that’s been crying out for attention under his gentle ministrations.

“You smell heavenly,” he breathes. He leans in and drags the flat of his tongue up your slit, savoring the wetness that’s begun to gather between your legs. “You taste divine,” he moans, the vibrations of the sound dragging an answering one out of you.

His tongue laves hot strokes over you, your pussy clenching around nothing as he tastes you. He keeps teasing your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue or rolling it between his lips for a moment in between licks, the motions stoking a fire in your belly When he pulls it between his lips and sucks, stroking it with the flat of his tongue, fire sears through your veins and you arch up off the bed, a long moan stuttering its way past your lips.

Yuuta pulls away from you for just a moment. “That’s it, my love. Let me hear you,” he moans, before diving back in and continuing to devour your pussy. His ministrations drive you higher and higher, fast approaching the peak with no sign of stopping. Pleasure floods your body, turning your limbs to jelly as he indulges in you.

When your orgasm hits, you feel a prick of pain on the inside of your thigh. A moment later, you feel a rush that amplifies and extends your release. It hits you so hard that you can’t even make a sound, arching silently off the bed, your mouth open in a soundless scream as the waves of pleasure wash over you. Your vision even whites out, everything going blank for just a moment before you collapse bonelessly on the bed.

You hear a faint slurping sound as you come back to yourself, and you look down to see Yuuta pulling himself away from your thigh, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. The gesture doesn’t do much beyond smear the blood and cum across his face, but neither of you really care.

He pants for a moment, dark eyes unfocused, before his gaze sharpens and he looks down at you.

“How do you feel?” he asks, worry creeping into his expression.

“Like I just saw the face of god,” you joke, a breathless laugh leaving your lips. “What about you? Do you want me to return the favor?”

He blushes at that, a slow scarlet flush creeping up his neck and across his cheeks. “Ah, I’m fine. Don’t worry, I enjoyed myself.” He pulls back, sliding off the bed and standing up. You catch a glimpse of a dark spot on the front of his loose sleep pants before he walks away, moving towards your little ensuite bathroom. “I’m going to run us a bath. Don’t move.”

“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to,” you sigh, sinking into the soft pillows beneath you. You hear the faucet turn on, and a rustle of cloth. A few minutes later, Yuuta returns. You hold out your arms to him and he laughs softly, scooping you into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, carrying you gently into the bathroom.

He sets you in the warm water and then slides in behind you. He lets you rest for a moment before he starts to run a warm washcloth over your skin, lathering you with bubbles that smell like your favorite soap.

You let him take care of you, only taking the washcloth for a moment to wipe the blood and fluid off of his face and neck, scrubbing his skin with a gentle hand. He leans into your touch, practically purring with his eyes closed for a moment.

Once you’re both clean, he gets out and dries himself first before helping you out of the tub and wrapping you in a fluffy towel. He leads you over to sit on the closed toilet before he opens a drawer and pulls out your little first aid kit. Gently, he pushes your knees apart to inspect the two neat puncture wounds that decorate the meat of your inner thigh.

He carefully swabs them clean, pressing an apologetic kiss to your knee when you hiss at the sting of the disinfectant. You watch him open two bandaids, bubblegum pink and printed with Hello Kitty, and position them over the cuts. Satisfied with his work, he rocks back on his heels and looks up at you. He pulls your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the back before he stands up.

“Wait here, I’ll grab you some clothes,” he tells you before he walks back out into your bedroom. He returns a moment later, clean pajamas and underwear in one hand and your favorite hoodie of his in the other. Yuuta helps you dry off and dress, making sure to support you when your knees wobble.

Once you’re clean and dressed, he takes you back to bed and settles you down with a bottle of water and some snacks, before curling in beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You snag your laptop from your bedside table and turn on an episode of the show you’ve been watching together and snuggle in, opening up the snacks that he brought you when your stomach rumbles.

The two of you fall asleep like that, wrapped up in blankets and in each other.

[uriekukistan]

other than stuff for the first year trio, what would you want to see in ur like. ideal jjk ending? :3

hiii thank you for the ask :D hope you're doing well !!!

okay ASIDE from the first year trio hmmmm i mean definitely not what im seeing that's for sure

the main thing that comes to mind is that i would have loved to see yuuta either lose something to return to his body or suffer from an immense amount of guilt or disgust w himself. ideally both. like idk him just returning to his body as normal a) falls flat narratively and b) just doesnt seem like yuuta imo. SPECIFICALLY I SAW YUUTA LOSING RIKA tbsh

the second thing that comes to mind is that i would like to see shoko mourn gojo and i would like to see some kind of reaction from her knowing that geto's body was used by kenjaku. nanami's death too. i mean those were her closest friends, and i know that like she's a logical character above all, i respect that. but like as a primarily logical person it is simply unrealistic that those characters never fall to emotion. its so one dimensional to write them in any other way imo (this applies to megumi too but ik you said other than the first year trio. i could write a whole post on emotional vs logical megumi)

finally, the other thing i can think of, and i feel like this is kinda an unpopular opinion, but its something that came to mind after 270. but maki's first emotional response is anger like she covers her real feelings w anger. and i feel like no one sees it for either of them other than me. like idk i dont think a strong female character has to be unemotional, i think a strong female character should be emotional too idk if this is making sense but my point is. the last chapter. i didnt see it as a cute yuutamaki moment the way a lot of ppl did. like idk i read it as. maki uses anger as a defense mechanism, she always has done this, and her continuing this shows a lack of development rather than the self-actualization some people claim it is. so i'd like to see maki be a bit sensitive, especially w yuuta who's someone she clearly cares for

anyway this is just what comes to mind. there's probably more i can say but yeah. thank you again for the ask!!

[evaglass]

Adding More Backstory to Tang Shen

I wish 2012 had told us more about Tang Shen. Not much was told except that she was born in Fukuoka, was 1/4th Chinese, and was a woman both Splinter and Shredder were in love with.

Also, there's a line Shen says at one point, which involves her saying, "I can take care of myself; I've always have." Giving the idea, she grew up in tough circumstances. We never hear anything about her parents, if she was orphaned or not. We know her grandparents were present in her life, and I looked up information about the city of Fukuoka, which is stated to be a fairly safe place. I wish that line was explored more, but it just feels like the writers put it there for some brief moment of angst.

There was also a bit of writing inconsistencies. In season one, episode 26, there are these lines of dialogue I got from the episode's transcript when Splinter and Shredder are fighting

But then, in season 3, in the Tale of the Yokai episode, there's this scene

Yeahh, I believe I found a way to explain this in my rewrite of 2012, but for now, I want to talk about my rewrite of Shen.

I was thinking of making Shen a Taiwanese woman of 100% Chinese descent. She was really close to her father, but unfortunately, he died when she was still a child.

Shen's mother raised her and Shen's younger sister as a single mother with the help of Shen's older brother, who stepped up to provide for his family after their father died.

Shen was a very studious and hardworking young lady, but also a little bit rebellious as she was very set on the choices she made for herself, whether her mother approved or not.

She got accepted to Cambridge University, where she majored in history and minored in linguistics, as she had a passion for history like her father, and wanted to become a historian.

After she graduated from her undergraduate program, she entered her PhD. program for history, where in the last few years of said program, she worked part-time on her dissertation while also working as an English teacher in Japan.

During her time in Japan, she met Shredder and Splinter. Shen met Shredder first; they became friends, and soon both developed feelings for each other. When Shen tried to make a move, Shredder rejected it, as he wanted to focus on the future of the Hamato Clan and gain the approval of his adoptive father, Hamato Yuuta; he also wanted to respect her dream of becoming a historian, and not distract her from it. Shen was embarrassed but respected his decision and agreed just to be friends.

Shen and Splinter don't get together until a little bit later. Actually, when they first met, they didn't like each other at all as their first impression of each other wasn't great. However, they, of course, do come to respect each other after Splinter helped Shen when her car broke down at the side of the road. Shen and Splinter later become friends and then develop feelings for each other, which surprised both of them, especially Shen, as Splinter was someone she did not expect.

I like to think that as they spent more time together, Shen felt more comfortable talking about her passion and also introduced Splinter about the history of the Renaissance Painters.

She does graduate from her PhD. program, but also accidentally gets pregnant because the portrait Splinter has looked like a wedding photo.

I also thought about how Shen was able to find out about how brutal the war between the Hamato and Foot Clan before Splinter does, seeing how it involved the never-ending cycle of revenge. Finding that out, Tang Shen never wanted her daughter to get involved with ninjitsu.

Look at the way Shen looks at her baby daughter; she would've done anything for her.

She wanted Karai to have a normal life, and that's staying in my rewrite, but I also want to explain why she would push Splinter to leave ninjitsu to go to New York with her to raise their daughter; the history between both clans would play a big part with that, as well as her love for Splinter, but also Shen would still be traumatized from losing her father at a young age, and didn't want her daughter growing up without her father.

But unfortunately, Shen dies. I'm keeping Shen's death the same way it happened in the show, but yeah, that was my rewrite. Let me know what you guys think.

[noname-nonartist]

Okay, dude, I need to ask

WHAT does Megumi mean by what he thought about HONAMI????

Heheheheheeee~

Time for another pjsk+jjk AU Lore droppppp~ X3c

(Explaination under the cut)

TW: Topic contains suicide/suicidal thoughts

Hmmm where to beginnnnnn…

Okay! Gonna fast forward some explanation/context!

So like I have it so Megumi form a pseudo-unit group with Yuuji, Junpei, and Yuuta, right? (It should be note that only Yuuji is aware of Megumi’s Sekai, not Yuuta or Junpei)

Well.

The group broke up lol (by the end of the 2nd Arc Ender, timeline wise).

It’s due to a couple of things why the group didn’t work out, however, the final straw was when Yuuji finally put his foot down and leave the group himself after learning that Megumi fought Akito (Megumi also ripped out one of his ear piercings too hence why Akito is missing an earring in the Post 3rd Arc diagram).

Again, I’m summarizing a LOT. Since there’s a lot I have planned for this Break-Up Group Arc. Since like there’s a whole character growth and a bunch of actions that Megumi has done that led Yuuji to make the tough decisions to leave.

(That could be a whole different post if ya wanna know more lol)

ANYWAY!

So Yuuji told Megumi he’s leaving, which caused Megumi to be in this sort of… haze? For a bit as he walks home from school. He then stops by a bridge that’s overlooking the river and start reflecting a bit of what has happened in the past few days. However, Megumi’s mindset be self-deprecating and in general he’s not in a great place mentally too. So like he be looking pretty dead in the eyes. (Doesn’t help that Megumi still has the bruises he got on his face from his fight with Akito)

Honami happens to be around walking her dog, Shibao, since it’s her normal dog walking route she takes every evening. And when she notices Megumi, she was genuinely worried that Megumi was about to jump off the bridge, since the looks in her eyes be sad. Similar to how her eyes were when she too feel suicidal as well. Hence she rushed towards him to stop him, even though in reality he wasn’t gonna jump (but the idea did briefly came).

For those who don’t know. Honami in cannon used to feel suicidal as well. As seen in Kanade’s initial 3 star card’s side story.

And within this AU of mine, Honami actually try to attempt suicide during her junior high years but was saved by Shibao. (Yes, this idea is basically just straight up from this fanfic. It’s a good read. I highly recommend reading it, for it does a good job portraying Honami’s thoughts)

I even wrote a little scene on Honami’s and Megumi’s first meeting too (it’s not that great, writing was never my strong suit. But it got the general vibes that I was trying to aim for lol)

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The sky is a mix of purples and oranges as the sun is setting down.

Megumi is on a bridge with bruises still on his face from the fight he had with Akito the other day. Cars rush by as he looks over at the river with his music blasting in his headphones to drown out the surroundings noises.

He thinks back to Akito’s words that was shouted when Toya hold a steady arm in front of the orange hair boy. “You never cared for Yuuji. You only cared about yourself!”

When Akito said that, Megumi was tempted to lunged at him again for another beating if it wasn’t for the fact that Nobara blocking his way and An holding him back.

Now Megumi, abandoned, is standing at the bridge wondering on what exactly did Akito meant.

Megumi, deeply cares for Yuuji. Doesn’t he?

Yuuji was the only good thing left to him for his sister was still in a coma.

But… then again… even when she was conscious, he wasn’t grateful for his sister…

Is that what he meant?

But… Megumi was grateful to Yuuji. But then why did he still leave…

He tried to make sure that Yuuji was safe and away from any negative influences with the likes of Junpei, Rui, Yuuta, and Akito.

Was there… was there something innate in him that cause people he care for to leave?

Megumi’s eyes darkened with that thought…

Honami is spending her daily evening walking her dog, Shibao, on her normal route over the bridge to look at the beautiful river during the sunset. It’s a good way to end the day with such a view.

As Honami starts humming one of her band’s song, her eyes caught on to a figure over the distant.

She at first thought that he was simply over looking the view, but as Honami got closer, she noticed the bruises on his face…

And… the dead look in his eyes.

The same as hers when…

Honami dropped Shibao’s leash, much to the confusion to the golden Shiba, and start running.

She rushes to the unknown figure she knows nothing about, but she knew.

The look in his eyes tells her everything.

She knew that if she doesn’t do something now, it’ll forever haunt her.

When she saw the teen, whose looks to be around her age too, leaning over the railing, she runs even harder.

She got to reach him.

Hurry.

Hurry!

Hurry!!!

Please!!!

Don’t!!!

“Don’t Do It!!!”

Megumi was shocked when someone ran into him and grabbed his arm. The momentum from the collision caused his headphones to fall off just in time to hear the girl’s desperate plead.

As his headphones clanked loudly onto the concrete sidewalk, the two teens stared at each other with wide eyes.

Honami breathing deeply to catch her breath as Megumi looked bewildered at the sudden appearance of someone he has never met before.

“Don’t…” Honami finally huffed out, “Don’t jump…”

Megumi blinked.

“I… I know it’s may seems like a good solution, but it’s not. You-“

Oh. Megumi thought. She thought I was going to…

“I wasn’t going to jump.”

“Huh?”

“I not going to jump off. I was just thinking…” Megumi reiterated.

“Oh.”

Honami gently lets go of Megumi’s arm as she sighed a relief out.

“Oh, thank goodness.”

From a distance, Megumi hears a dog barking as it heads over to their direction.

“Shiboa!” The tall girl turns around to greet her dog back, but as she did so her legs start to give out due to the adrenaline leaving her body.

As she abruptly sits on to the floor, Megumi just look as her dog whimpers up towards the girls to make sure its owner is alright.

Megumi would be lying if the thought of jumping didn’t come through his mind. But if he did that then Yuuji would be deeply hurt. And what about Tsumiki? He doesn’t want her to be left alone once she wakes up.

If she ever wakes up…

No.

Megumi shakes his head. Now is not the time for that.

“Um…” Megumi awkwardly begins.

Honami stops petting her dog as she looks up.

“…what… What breed of dog do you have? It looks like it’s a Shiba…”

Honami eyes brightened as bit, “You’re correct! He is a Shiba, his name is Shibao. Are you a dog owner too?”

Megumi puts a hand on his neck to relieve some of the awkward energy his extruding, “Um. Yeah. Two of them. Both Huskies…”

“What are their names?”

“Ash and Luna.” Megumi answer as he kneel down, “Can I pet your dog?”

“Of course you can.” Honami smiles softly, “He’s very friendly.”

As Shibao sniffs the boy’s hand, the golden dog quickly jumps up onto him.

Megumi couldn’t contain his smile as the shiba starts licking his face.

“He seems to like you very much.” Honami said with such a warmth that Megumi hasn’t experienced in a long while.

Megumi hums a bit as he gently push Honami’s dog back down.

He turns to the girl. “Do you walk around here often?”

“Hm? Oh, yes I do. I normally walk Shibao through here during the evenings.”

“Hmph. I hope you don’t stay out for too long since Shibas tends to have a lot of energy.” Megumi commented.

“Oh don’t worry, the route I take is very safe, even when it’s gets a bit dark too.”

Megumi hums to that as he continues to pet the still excited shiba.

Honami looks at Megumi’s softened expression and then a thought came to her.

“How about we both walk our dogs together?”

“Huh?”

“I know that huskies also have a lot of energy. And usually after our walks, Shibao is so exhausted that he lays down for the rest of the day!”

Megumi paused a bit as he thinks about the girl’s offer. On one hand, he prefers to walk his dogs alone. But… his own walking route hasn’t been too stimulating for Ash and Luna. And he’s honestly a bit curious about the girl herself…

“That… actually does sound nice.”

Honami smiles, “Then let’s find a good day to walk together. My name is Mochizuki Honami, and you are…?”

Megumi stands up. As he brush up he dust and fur off of him, he looks right at Honami, who’s surprisingly a bit taller than him, and says-

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

Her eyes soften, “It’s nice to meet you, Fushiguro-san.”

Megumi just hums in response with a subtle nod of his head.

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But yeahhhh. That’s how they first metttt~ :3c

I think Megumi would be a bit curious if Honami too has thoughts about committing suicide as well. Hence the first impression comment.

I’m actually going to have Megumi and Honami to have a pretty deep and good friendship (and shortly after Leo/Need as a whole being good friends with Megumi) that actually helps Megumi grow and becoming a better person. :Dc

It’s about time for Megumi to have a positive character arc~ :3c

And like. Megumi and Honami could bond over their self-esteem issues and their suicidal thoughts too. No? •3•

Megumi and Honami Friendship Go!

[alonelystargazer]

jjk for the fandom ask (hope i was first and also that you're doing well <33)

hi rin! I'm having a nice day today actually, and I hope you're having a nice day too! also yeah you're the first one!

The first character I first fell in love with: 

This might be a surprise to some people, but I actually was a Megumi fan when I first got into JJK 3 years ago. I always gravitate towards the dark-haired, moody, reserved guy in media lol, so of course I would end up liking Megumi. But then I met Nanami and he got bumped down. Sorry! I still like Megumi though, he's definitely a top 5 JJK character for me.

I'm putting the rest under a read more because this is really long.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: 

Hmm, I guess I would say Yuuta for this one. Not that I didn't think I wouldn't like him as a character, but he definitely jumped higher on my list after I read/watched JJK 0.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: 

During season 1 I would've said Todo, because he seemed like one of those meathead frat boy type of guys, but he grew on me during Shibuya Incident as a source of inspiration for Yuuji, and in the more recent chapters of the manga.

But now, I would say Toji. Objectively speaking, he has a complicated history that seems interesting, and he's also attractive, but also he's a deadbeat dad who tried to sell his son to the Zen'in clan, and I can't really find any justification for that. Him sacrificing himself for Megumi in Shibuya is quite emotional, but I don't think it makes up for abandoning Megumi. Maybe it's just a personal issue for me lol.

The character I love that everyone else hates: 

I could joke and say Megumi for this one, but I'm gonna go with Mahito. He's a really compelling villain character and served as a foil to Yuuji in terms of philosophy regarding humanity. And him being the one to kill Nanami and Nobara, as his final acts as a cursed spirit, really impacted Yuuji and left a permanent mark on him.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer:

I wouldn't say I loved Mei Mei, but I liked her enough as an example of a morally-gray character, someone who only looks out for herself. But then Gege showed us where she disappeared to during the Shibuya Incident and THAT whole scene was really disturbing to me and from that moment on, I wanted to erase her from my memory. We really didn't need to see THAT to get the impression that she's greedy and has secrets and all that. It was enough of an example of her taking bribes from Gojo to have the students being promoted and all that.

The character I would totally smooch: 

Hehe, well, I think it's obvious I wanna smooch Nanami and Choso, but would it be weird if I also said Heian Sukuna? Also, Kashimo (old man or reincarnated is fine with me hehe). I would also say Shoko, but she's a smoker and I don't really like the smell of cigarette smoke, sorry. She has a gf anyway.

The character I’d want to be like: 

I really want to be like Nanami in the sense of being a mentor to the next generation, and also like Choso in being the best older sibling.

The character I’d slap: 

Fuck ass Mei Mei lol. If Mei Mei has no haters, then I am dead.

A pairing that I love:

ItaFushi my beloved! The angst, the devotion, it's just so peak tragic yaoi. I've already said what I like about them as a ship, so I won't write a long ass paragraph, but I still have some hope for them, unlike with SatoSugu. I also like Haibara/Nanami and Yuuta/Toge as my top 3 JJK ships.

A pairing that I despise: 

*looks at the long list of ships I dislike/hate* Uhh... well, besides the incest and adult/minor ships, I REALLY hate Nanami/Mei Mei, which is something I've seen on twt a few times and it made me wanna rip the flesh off my bones. They are the antithesis of each other, Nanami who's so selfless and kind-hearted and protects children vs MM who's so greedy and selfish and is a danger to her younger brother, not just because she's a weirdo but also because she uses him for his Cursed Technique. They would never work as a ship, and it really irks me how she's the one who gave Nanami the idea for "going south".

anyway, this was fun!

[konohamaru-sensei]

Congratulations Nisi!!! I'm here to request Konohamaru x Ko with "tight hugs where both/either of you feel super safe in." 💖

Hiii moona thank you for requesting my babies, I have written sooo little for them (pretty much nothing), so this was a great exercise!!

Konohamaru x OC

angst and fluff and angst and fluff

1486 words

When Ko kicked open the door with her foot, eyes closed and hand buried in his hair, she dared not to think about the ramifications of all of this.

It was like a dream. Like she was still in her fantasies, like the last 3 years had never occurred. But it was wrong, of course, to act like the last 3 years had never occurred, because it meant that everything between them was fine and dandy, and it really, really wasn’t. 

But Ko didn’t want to think about that right now.

Konohamaru watched her discard her shoes with awake, blue eyes and though they had had to drink and definitely had too much to drink, she felt like he was studying her from their sockets. As if he too was thinking too much when he was really trying not to think at all. 

They were such a mess.

And it was all her fault, Ko knew this. She’d known it every moment of the last two years that Konohamaru had been gone, when she walked the streets of Konoha aimlessly and alone, when her only solace were meetings with Naruto, Tsunade, Akami or Yuuta. Resentment against herself would often turn into resentment against him. How dare he leave her alone in this place?

The good news of being outed as the traitor 3 years ago was that Naruto had no issues voicing for her and making sure that her prison time was as little as possible, the bad news was that she was now outed as the traitor, and Konohamaru knew too, then, and he too knew that she had used him.

Before he left the village, they brawled like children, hitting each other in the face, because saying what they really felt was too hard, for Ko especially. But he had known, she didn’t need to tell him that this was all more than just a mission, which is why he left in the first place. One day he was gone, travelling, and it was like he was telling her “You will never know what you want, so I’m done.”

It wasn’t the spying that upset him, though that probably still was a disappointment, it was that she could not be honest with such things. But in her own defence, Ko was never tired of explaining to anyone who talked to her about the subject, she had never had to feel these things, so how should she know?

Now he was back and not even two days later they were here in his apartment. She had tried to avoid him, she really had, but he unfortunately got along well with Hanabi who was casually dating Yuuta and so running into each other was inevitable. 

Though maybe ending up here wasn’t. But they still had.

They really were such a mess. Disgusting.

Konohamaru walked ahead into the apartment, his scarf flying behind him as he moved. Ko suddenly vividly remembered the first time he had draped her with it. The first winter they’d spent together she had felt a little light headed in the morning after they had spent the night. “Take this, so you wont get cold”, he had said with a smile and it had made her sick. If he had been a terrible person this whole thing could have been much easier.

She followed on his heels, saying nothing as he took a beer out of the fridge and passed it to her. It seemed like neither of them dared to speak, as if speaking would break the little dream-like state that had brought both of them here. As if speaking would remind them of the reality they were in.

Ko opened the beer with a nod and drank it on one breath. She pushed away the thoughts that were already in her mind, the little teases about his travels that were at the tip of her tongue. Someone needed to shut her mouth quickly so she wasn’t going to break the careful barrier they had erected between each other.

As if he had heard her thoughts Konohamaru, who had just drank his beer on one breath exactly as she had, leaned closer to her and kissed her again. That was at least one way to get her to shut up. She let it happen, moved closer towards him and slotted herself against him in this way that felt so new and yet so nostalgic at the same time.

She found his jacket and opened it, running her fingers along the zipper at the front. Ko had done that so many times that she could do it without even opening one of her eyes. He shuddered a little once she touched the skin below it, but he did not move away from her face, instead he found the belt of her skirt and opened it up.

Ko could feel her heart hammer against her chest. She felt good. It was good to be here again, to have his hands run over her hips again, so hear his breath hitch. It really made up for the past two years of her lonely fantasising. 

Her hands wandered up to the scarf, ready to take it off him, when he suddenly stopped. She let the fabric of his scarf go and leaned back. “Hm?” she made, trying to ask what was wrong without speaking and ruining the moment.

Konohamaru took a step back, bringing distance between them that made Ko feel a little dejected, and grabbed her shoulders. What was up with him? She looked directly at him, feeling the goosebumps on her skin at the intense look in his eyes. Maybe he had started overthinking? Ko tried to brace herself for the possibility of being kicked out of his apartment.

But Konohamaru didn’ throw her out of the apartment. 

Instead, he hugged her.

Ko let out a little squeak when he suddenly pulled her in close so tightly that for a moment she lost her breath. She didn’t know what to do or say, so she just stood there like a puppet, hands hanging on both her sides like they had been forgotten.

For a moment they remained like this. Ko feeling tickles from where Konohamaru was breathing into her neck. Eventually he spoke up, which happened so unexpectedly that Ko almost squeaked again.

“I’m sorry,” he said into the hair around her neck. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

She blinked: “For- for what?”

He didn’t move out of the hug, but he did angle his face a little so they could look at each other. His blue eyes looked much less intense now, in fact, they were so soft that it made Ko feel like she was going to get sick again. “I know I shouldn’t talk,” he murmured. “Because it will end this moment. I’m sorry.”

“What? Why would you think that?” Ko answered quickly and then tried to look as if she hadn’t had the exact same thought just minutes ago. “Nothing is ruined.” She leaned forward to kiss him again, but he moved his head away so she only met his forehead.

“I’m sorry, I just want to remain like this for a moment,” he murmured, now talking into her hair again. “We can go back to sleepwalking in a moment. I want to be here for now.”

All of this really would be so much easier if he was a bad person. Or a person Ko despised. Or a person that hated her. But Sarutobi Konohamaru was just a nice guy and Ko hated him for that and didn’t hate him for it at the same time.

“I know, I shouldn’t,” he continued, “but I missed you.” He was grabbing her even tighter. “Despite it all … I missed you.”

She had also missed him. Obviously, considering he had been the only topic she had talked about in the last two years. Still, these words were harder to say with her own mouth, so she just hummed in reply. She hated that in all this time she still hadn’t been able to figure herself out. She almost expected Konohamaru to comment on it, but he was merciful.

Instead, she took the arms that had been hanging limp on her site and wrapped them around him too, pushing both of them even closer together. She involuntarily let out a sigh of relief once she laid her head onto his shoulder too. It was incredible how well they could fit into one another, considering that Ko had way too much hair.

Love really was too complicated. Ko wished she’d never come to Konoha.

And at the same time she was grateful that Konohamaru had been the one introduced to her first.

How long they remained like this she did not know, but when he finally lifted his head to kiss her again, her arms felt stiff, but her heart felt full.

[twilightmalachite]

Love Letter - On and off 2

Author: Umeda Chitose

Characters: Hinata, Rei

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Well… There might’ve been cracks in them for quite some time now…?"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Practice Room

Hinata: Aah… Achoo!

Is someone out there talking about me…?

Ah, could it perhaps be Yuuta-kun?!

I wonder what he’s saying about me, I’m so curious~. Any guesses, Sakuma-senpai?

Rei: Now, now, I told you to stop wavering. Keeping focused is part of your training, you know.

Hinata: Yessir~… I apologize.

…No, no, even if he is talking about me! I’m gonna make sure to obey whatever Sakuma-senpai says, and train hard as I’m told!

Rei: To put it succinctly… Indeed. Right now, there is something you are missing.

Hinata: There’s something I’m missing…?! Gasp, could it perhaps be Yuuta-kun?!

Rei: Now, now, you can’t use the same punchline twice. It appears you’re beginning to lose concentration, so maybe it’s best we take a break.

Hinata: Mm~, I think Im still good for two more sets. No, maybe three sets!!

Rei: You say that, but you’re getting chattier and chattier. If you are drowning your fatigue in chatter, you should take a rest.

Hinata: It’s not that I’m tired… It’s just, even though I’m with you, Sakuma-senpai, it’s pretty lonely if I can’t talk to someone, you know! ☆

Rei: What’s the issue then, Hinata-kun? ☆

Hinata: Ahahah, It’s nice to get the same amount of enthusiasm back~! ♪

Henceforth, following the suggestion of the kind Sakuma-senpai, I shall take a break once I finish this set~!

Switch your hands and feet while stationary, and hold the pose! And then count to thirty…

~♪~♪

Rei: Hm. This level of training looks to be a piece of cake for you, Hinata-kun. You can even hum a song while doing it.

Hinata: I’m counting to thirty! Singing the chorus of this song takes about thirty seconds! …Wait, it doesn’t work if I start speaking!

Rei: You have just a couple seconds left. 3, 2, 1…

Great job, Hinata-kun. You’ve proceeded through the menu well so far, executed with perfection. ♪

Hinata: Phew, thanks for all your help~!

I thought this trial would be a lot more arduous, but it’s been mostly basic training. I’m keeping up fairly well, at least so far.

Ah, I’m not saying that I'm bored! Practice and training is all about refining the skill and technique you have, after all.

I feel like my basics are well-covered now. It’s pretty refreshing to be coached by you in an ordinary way like this, actually.

Rei: Kukuku, that’s right. Though there may not be much I can teach, as you are generally skilled at everything you do..

Even last year, you were delegated to give special training to Hidaka-kun, you know…?

Hinata: Wasn’t that because you ordered me to? You’re right, though, we don’t often end up receiving guidance from our seniors!

We've gotten to practice with Hibiki-senpai and with the two from Valkyrie… Other than that, when it comes to receiving guidance from seniors…

…Maybe we’d chat a bit during joint lessons with other units. I guess through club activities and circles, I’ve had a senior teach us how to play musical instruments?

Though if we count the times we’ve been taken care of, there are lots. But when it comes to being taught, well…

Rei: Because you employ a style of improvement through looking at one other. I would say the style of following each other’s example, as if you are mirrors, is appropriate.

Hinata: Yeah… That’s what I believe, too.

But as I was being coached by you these last couple days without Yuuta-kun, Sakuma-senpai—

While I stared into the mirror as I practiced and trained as just myself, I could only think how the me in the mirror would only move the same way I would.

Rei: Hm…

Hinata: This is how the mirror is supposed to be used. You can check the way you’re looking and your posture, make sure your body is moving the way you expect, and ensure you’re doing your steps correctly…

We've only been looking at each other. But a mirror is really a way to see your own reflection, huh?

Rei: And when you look at your own self, what do you think of, Hinata-kun?

Hinata: …About the figure of myself, and the figure of Yuuta-kun… How we’d sometimes both move differently than each other. That’s why in order to match each other, we’d become our mirrors.

But, all that achieves is becoming a mirror. You can’t become any more than that.

Isn’t that what mirrors are for? You can improve yourself by looking into a mirror—but if you can’t let yourself be better than what you see in the mirror, then you won’t ever improve.

The more we consciously try to maintain the relationship between the real figure and the imaginary figure, the more we have to adapt to each other…

If one has grown a little more than the other, then we can grow about a little bit overall, but…

If we stay like this forever, then it means we’ll never be able to surpass one other. We’ll never be able to make any leaps forward.

Right now, things are relatively stable for us… But opportunities for rapid growth together aren’t easy to come by.

So in order for 2wink to go higher, one of us needs to grow a great deal. That’s what I want to do, right now.

Just like how it took us being separated in the SS preliminaries for change to happen. This time too, we're parting ways, and finding ways to evolve.

Rei: …Breaking out of the mirrors you've trapped each other in surely won’t be easy, will it?

Hinata: Well… There might’ve been cracks in them for quite some time now…?

Still, they’re very sturdy mirrors that have refused to shatter thus far! And in order to gain enough strength to break it, I’ll be borrowing your strength, Sakuma-senpai!

Because, I want to surprise Yuuta-kun, and show him what his Onii-chan can do! Thank you for all of your continued support!

Rei: …Once I undertake a task, I see it through.

I shall draw out your maximum potential and make you into the strongest possible version of yourself…♪

Hinata: Hooray~! I’m in your care!

Although… It really is lonely to be apart from Yuuta-kun~! I wonder who he’s with, where he is, and what he’s doing right now…

Rei: You don't even know where he went?

Hinata: Yeah, that’s how we’re doing things… Yuuta-kun doesn't know that I’m doing this with you either, Sakuma-senpai.

Rei: You're doing the best you can. I’m sure you can’t help but worry about every little move your beloved little brother makes.

All the more a reason for I, too, to respond to that spirit of yours. So, shall we see how far you can grow by Chocolat Fes, Hinata-kun?

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[lavenderjewels]

JJK chapter 246 thoughts below

Because the official chapter’s translations last week were disappointing in a couple of ways, I read the fan translation. Keeping all my thoughts here until the official one drops!

I loved this chapter a lot! :’)

MEGUMI.

I have been SO confident that yuuji is trying to save megumi since he was taken over that I am unbelievably satisfied, especially after seeing way too many posts that megumi is 100% dead or has no chance. I’ve been slightly bitter at seeing so many theories about Gojo coming back that don’t make sense when it would be a crime if he came back but not Megumi (or Nobara). The only question is whether or not Yuuji will actually be able to save Megumi or if either will die in the process—for my own sake, I’m believing in the power of friendship. Also, I wish there were date/time stamps for the flashbacks, since it’s hard to remember when in the time skip it is.

And LOVE that Yuuji was the one that came up with that plan. Nothing will ever be easy and there’s no way this plan can go right without more death, but that little sliver of hope is fantastic. I can always rely on Yuuji being the “humanity” of the team. Thinking back to when Hana and him off-handedly wondered if Gojo forgot about Megumi during the fight. It’s nice having two people who are invested in saving Megumi when the situation is dire.

Did Choso getting punched x2 straight through the chest and stomach worry me? Yes, but he’s not dead and Yuuji didn’t look devastated, so I’m taking this as a positive that he’s out of the fight for now. If he wasn’t a half curse and it wasn’t so casual, I’d be concerned. Sukuna does NOT like either of the siblings since he’s met both. Very sweet that Yuuji caught him the second Sukuna threw him aside.

The color page (which looks incredible) is fueling my belief that Maki is with Yuuta as help with Kenjaku. That, or the current team is the first round of fighters and they’ll need her soul sword for something last-minute sukuna related, but I just wouldn’t be surprised if the jujutsu high second years stuck together.

Higuuuuuuuurumaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa <3

I love him. “Sukuna found himself completely enthralled—“ same

No really, I’ve adored his character since chapter 159 released and I’m so happy that one of my favorite characters is getting all this. I already have other posts lined up for when the official chapter drops, but I love him.

His conversation with Yuuji was dark, but I love these quiet moments of insight. Such a good chapter for all these tiny character moments with interesting implications.

Despite my disappointment at the trial ending so soon, I like this fight and I think Sukuna does too (for Higuruma). The end pages about Higuruma’s quick learning and adaption to sorcery is exactly what I wanted to see!

(Continuing) Higuruma is essentially a tired lawyer new to sorcery and is not nearly as overpoweringly strong as Gojo, yet the manga states he rivals Gojo in raw talent and adaptability. Realistically, he doesn’t and can’t have that overpowered strength to the degree of Gojo, but I love how that doesn’t diminish the skills he does have and shows how valuable these characters can be (and it’s not JUST talent, but how their mindset around life and sorcery too). They don’t have to be overpowered to have a profound impact and be smart in their fighting.

(Continuing) I remember seeing comments after Gojo died that there was no use because there can’t be a way for the protagonists to defeat Sukuna without a deus ex machina, plot armor, etc. But I hoped the story would lean into the characters’ strengths and have them work together to find a smart way with combined effort to take down Sukuna, rather than Gojo be the magical solution to killing Sukuna and Kenjaku. So this chapter worked in a lot of ways for me.

(Continuing) It’s the same reason why Yuuji turning his role put on him (by others and himself) as a cage/tool into something significant in this fight is very compelling. At a surface level, these characters are much weaker than Sukuna, but I think they genuinely have a chance. Plus, it’s more entertaining to have a team fight in jjk and, despite still heavily incorporating the power system, I find this fight to already be more emotional and investing than the Gojo Sukuna one. Not to be overly negative on that last fight (there’s good moments in it and the fighting itself is fun), but this is what I wanted from JJK!

More people will die at some point. Better not be Choso (Yuki died for him so that had better not go to waste immediately), but could honestly be anyone. I do think there’s going to be a moment where things do end up going right for the protagonist team, but that could be a long time from now. Kusakabe being surprised at himself for his willingness to die to protect Higuruma was??? Adorable??? A duo I never considered, but I need them to survive (unlikely) and interact more now that I’m thinking of how well they’d get along.

Another long review of a jjk chapter, but had a great time with this one! At this point, I mention it weekly, but Sukuna in his original form is beautiful every time I see him and im very happy to have him in that form for this fight.

[gojuo]

Hi.... If you don't mind, can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from Jujutsu Kaisen? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Sorry if you've answered this before.....

gojo -> i've written so much about him already what else is there to say anymore omg... i just love his open and goofy personality so much under which he tries to repress his deep loneliness and sense of alienation all because he has been dehumanized by the entirety of jujutsu society since his birth!!! yet he still powers on and continues to do the right thing BECAUSE he is a good person!!! because he cares!!!! ahhh it's just such a refreshing way to write a "the strongest" character. and of course it's not like he's the first one to be written with a cheery personality, but he just hit all the right spots for me. after years of madara and aizen and meruem types etc. i just love that he still tries to make human connections and still tries to make the world a better place and still tries to be good.... ugh i love him so much

toji -> shakespeare himself could've never written a character more tragic than him.... and if there's one thing you need to know about me it's that i fawking love a good tragedy

yuuta -> listen after being depressed for over a year bc of The Great Bleach 686 War and everything i ever believed in being ripped apart and eradicated right in front of my eyes in real time (i literally turned into a kpop blog bc of bleach 686 back then fucking hell....) ... i saw this announcement of a new mini serialization in 2017 and i thought .... wow ... reminds me of the early bleach art so much ..... and then i read the first chapter of tokyo metropolitan curse technical school, as it was called back then, and i was like ...... okkotsu yuuta is my son, my baby, my child whomst i have carried inside for 9 months and have birthed ..... okkotsu yuuta is ME & GOJO'S SON !!!!!!

yuuji -> he's just a good kid man 🥹 he's just a child ... my child .... mine & gojo's 🥹🥹🥹 his character arc in shibuya.... truly shakespeare levels of writing i miss the HI/SI ghostwriter/editor gege used to have so much he needs to come back asap

yuki -> MY WIFE !!!!!! if it wasn't obvious by now i love open and friendly and amiable characters. also i want to be her. also i want to kiss her. also i want her swagger. also i want to be her spouse. aghhh she's the quirky outsider with a whatever i am free attitude YET she still cares about the world she lives in and tries to do good .. by thinking outside of the box and guide the world into a cursed energy-less era which directly opposes the antagonists' interests on a different level than how jujutsu society/the school/our main protags do. WHICH IS SO INTERESTING !!!!!! AND THEN GEGE KILLS HER OFF RAAAAHAHHHHHH HE NEEDS TO BE IN PRISON. WE NEVER EVEN GOT A YUKI/GOJO OR YUKI/TODO INTERACTION IS HE FUCKING CRAZY >!!??!?!?!?????? she's so badass. she's a foil to gojo if you think about it. they're both special grades and live quite outside of the confines of jujutsu: yuki in a i've abandoned the life to do my own thing (research on how to end jujutsu directly against the interests of the elders); gojo in a i stand above it all so i will do my own thing (raise a new generation of sorcerers with a new instilled creed that directly opposes the elders). very interesting analysis if someone else wants to go deeper into it...

top 5 moments:

hidden inventory in its entirety but especially the final fight between gojo and toji... those two rocked my world

hey, what's your name? / ...fushiguro... / not zen'in, huh? good for you

gojo vs sukuna (minus 236)

yuuji's entire arc in shibuya, from losing gojo sensei to getting wrecked by choso to sukuna taking over and destroying the city only to then mentally torture him over it to watching nanami and then nobara die to breaking down completely to todo coming to save him to him beating mahito to the "i'm you" scene .... god what a good fucking arc

yuuta vs yuuji. the real mc jokes back then were so fawking fun aghhh you just had to be there </3

[rosietrace]

Melodic Misconceptions 🎹

Track 15: Young and beautiful 3/?

Synopsis: Victoria Shard was a former member of the popular idol group [ Poisoner ] from NRC corporations. After discourse with her group leader, Victoria decided it was best for her to leave and pursue her solo career in a record label run by her parents.

It had been half a year since her separation from her old group, and Victoria had never been more successful. But now she has a new problem. She must return to NRC corporations in order to mentor the seven idol groups.

Ellis Clawthorne is a member of [ (Co)-connect ] the most recent group under NRC'S belt. With no experience as an idol, Ellis must persevere in order to succeed and pursue her dreams.

Will both girls be able to adapt to their current situations?

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Author's note: I AM SO SORRY IF THE WRITING FOR THIS TRACK IS BAD💀 This is a mostly filler track so this isn't all that significant to the plot

There's a couple less fake Twitter posts so I hope y'all don't mind :')

On the other hand, there isn't much else that I have to say other than like- Reblog pls- idk ^^||

Hope you enjoy!

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"Thank you for accompanying me for coffee, you two."

Yuuta chuckled, carelessly taking out his wallet before they entered the coffee shop."No problem, miss mentor~ Besides we kinda owe you one after you let us cameo in your music video." Yuuta replied, wearing the usual smug look on his face.

Miren nodded."Yeah. We do kinda owe you one for that." He chimed in, his voice was discreet with the slightest hint of hesitation.

Humming, Victoria opened the door to the coffee shop. Thankfully, it wasn't too crowded.

Yuuta whistled."Ooh~ Classy." He commented right after entering, folding his arms together with an impressed smirk. Miren smiled alongside him, nodding in agreement.

"Alright, so…. Who's gonna order?"

As soon as Victoria asked that question, she and Yuuta whipped their heads toward Miren.

He felt drops of sweat drip down his face."I have to do it, don't I-" he was quickly cut off by Yuuta gently shoving him close to the line that led to one of the cashiers.

He scowled at his fellow group mate before focusing on waiting for his turn. As for Yuuta and Victoria, they managed to find a table nearby.

And as soon as they sat down, Yuuta had to ask,

"So how's it going for you and that Harpie?"

Blinking continuously, Victoria raised a brow at Yuuta."What do you mean?" Seeing her eyes slowly beginning to squint, Yuuta snorted.

"Have you not realized how much chemistry you two emit? I feel like tension always rises whenever you're both in the same room." Yuuta responded, gently playing with his hair.

It didn't take long for Miren to come back with their lattes, sit next to Yuuta and begin listening to whatever conversation they were having.

"I'll have to agree on that…." An awkward smile was plastered on Miren's face, making Victoria sigh.

"Hmm….. I see…" Her words were slow, like she was trying to comprehend and realize just now that she and Aguri actually had quite the chemistry.

Yuuta giggled softly, sipping his latte without hesitation."Who knows, you two might even be this industry's hottest couple. If you decide to date him eventually, of course." Miren narrowed his eyes at his lavender eyed friend after he made that comment. To which Yuuta only responded with a wink.

Victoria hummed, feeling rather awkward while looking down at her latte and the small heart-shaped design it had. I know that everyone's been complimenting us on our chemistry but…. I suppose I've been oblivious to how much of it we have.

To try and brush it off as if it weren't much, Victoria took a sip of her latte and resumed her conversation with Yuuta and Miren. Even though she made it frighteningly obvious that she wanted to change the topic to something that didn't involve Aguri.

And Yuuta and Miren were okay with that. The love life of their mentor isn't something they're gonna try and meddle with, especially when Ellis and Zen are already trying to do that.

And what's the point when one of the only good options is a fucking asshole?

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"Hmm. It seems you've brought coffee."

A frown dawned on Victoria's face after hearing Vil's voice. And it didn't help that Aguri happened to be in the same room.

She huffed, tiredly walking past the two of them and setting their coffees down on the table."You better consume it before you get on the makeup chair." She advised, unintentionally invoking eye contact with Aguri.

Before Vil was going to say anything, Aguri cut him off."We'll take note of that, princess."

And… Cue the awkward silence that filled the room…

Victoria was confused, yet annoyed."I'm sorry, what did you call me?"

Aguri couldn't help but smile innocently."Just calling you by a cute little nickname, princess." He quickly answered.

Vil raised a brow at his close friend, somewhat confused that he'd call Victoria, his former group mate, by such an affectionate nickname.

To be fair, Victoria was equally as confused. But she had to be more worried about more pressing matters such as finishing up filming the bridge and the final chorus of the song, which would conclude the shooting of the music video.

Rolling her eyes, she left the room without saying anything else. Yet she heard a conversation that started between the two young men, but didn't bother to try and eavesdrop.

Noticing the small hints of stress, Mayuu walked up to Victoria and gave her an assuring grin to try and lift her spirits.

"I'm guessing Aguri said something?"

Victoria nodded.

"Ah. Well, whatever he said, I'm sure it isn't worth being concerned about." Mayuu shrugged off, wanting to destress before another migraine comes from Yuuta snatching away her phone and posting the videos of her singing during karaoke nights.

Victoria pursed her lips."I guess. Though I don't know if being called 'princess' by the person you're most annoyed with is good enough to be concerned about…" Mayuu's eyes widen, and she ended up choking on air when Victoria mentioned the nickname.

"Well damn…"

"Mhm…. I don't particularly understand why so many women are attracted to him."

"Two words. Young and conventionally attractive. Well- That would be four words, but I digress," Mayuu began, "Aguri Harper is still 21 years old, and we all know how much Hollywood loves exploiting young talent."

"Not to mention he has the conventional attractiveness that almost every Hollywood actor has. He can practically get away with whatever he wants just by using his pretty privilege." She went on.

"Similar to Yuuta?" Victoria asked, making Mayuu snort as a reply.

"Absolutely not. Yuuta has an annoying amount of pretty privilege, but at least he isn't being exploited by an entire industry that isn't taking advantage of his good looks for money...." Victoria's eyebrows raised a bit when Mayuu trailed off her sentence, realizing what she just said was… A bit contradictory.

"..... Actually nevermind that part. The point is, Aguri's only successful because of his acting abilities, his youth, his 'conventional attractiveness', and his cat." A satisfied exhale escaped Mayuu's lips after she shrugged her words off as if it were nothing.

As they went their separate ways to prepare for the final shoot for the bridge of the song, Victoria pondered about what Mayuu told her.

"Hmm…. I wonder…"

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The tension was rising as they filmed, it almost felt unnerving. Yet at the same time, enticing and addictive.

Everyone was wearing masquerade masks to conceal their faces, yet it was obvious who was who. The girls all wore their signature colors while wearing silk dresses that were inspired by many of Marilyn Monroe's dresses.

Ellis in particular wore a white mask to pair with a diamond encrusted necklace and a pink dress that was reminiscent of the dress Marilyn wore in 'diamonds are a girl's best friend'.

As for the boys, they all stuck to the classic suits. But they had a much sharper, cleaner cut in their designs. Which was in spite of the simplicity of their designs.

As planned, the costume department made sure Victoria and Aguri stood out. Since they were the only ones actually wearing black and white.

Victoria wore black, and the dress she wore was tight fitted yet it somehow didn't look like they were deliberately objectifying her. In fact, the aura of confidence as she wore such a scandalous dress was what made the moment a little more special.

Aguri wore white, and the silks used in his suit were much more apparent because of the color. Thankfully, he managed to not look like a depressed groom by having enough black and dark blue accents to contrast with the white. And he also wore an unwavering amount of confidence as he danced with her.

The director was in awe, and knew that it was gonna be smooth sailing for them after this scene, since it was almost time to film the final chorus.

With every slightly higher note that was sung during the bridge, Aguri would spin Victoria around. Yet they never broke eye contact, making the scene all the more impactful with the rising tension between the two.

As the final line of the bridge had hit, Victoria spun away from Aguri after he let her go. This was both for aesthetic purposes, and for the sake of a specific transition to the final chorus.

"And…. Cut!" The director exclaimed.

The rest of the film crew clapped for the efforts everyone put in for the bridge. Victoria, Zen, Yuuta, and Aguri in particular.

Victoria was panting, slightly exhausted from ballroom dancing in 1960s pumps. To her, they weren't exactly the most comfortable to wear during filming.

Zen carefully walked over to her, a comforting grin on his face."You okay, Tori?" He asked, slightly worried.

Victoria giggled, sitting down on a nearby chair."I'm fine, Zen. The shoes clearly aren't, though. Hopefully I don't have to dance in them again." She joked, smiling with him.

Zen laughed a little, sitting next to her."I hope so. I don't really like it when I see you in pain. But that's probably because I'm a bit of a worrywart." He said awkwardly.

Victoria put her hand over his, the gracefulness of her smile unwavering as she gazed at her best friend.

"I know."

For whatever reason, Aguri was watching from afar.

….. And he felt unusually unnerved by that display of affection.

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