#lock your doors gege akutami

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how could u kill off such a gorgeous man gege

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Shadow's Embrace Ch.30

Sukuna x Reader

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fanfiction based on the universe of "Jujutsu Kaisen," created by Gege Akutami. The original manga, anime, and characters belong to their respective owners and creators.

Notes:

This story unfolds in the Jujutsu Kaisen world, set in a slightly altered universe where Sukuna inhabits his own vessel distinct from Itadori Yuji's body, making him a separate entity.

Summary:

Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, becomes fascinated with a female sorcerer rich in potential but lacking control. Initially seizing her for his destructive plans, Sukuna aims to bind her abilities through a contract. Yet, as he tries to dominate her, he finds himself intrigued by her strength and determination. Over time, his interest evolves from strategic advantage to a deeper, personal connection.

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CHAPTER 30 - The Opposite of Power is ....

Sukuna didn’t return for the entire night after the make-out incident. And when he finally did—just as the first light of dawn crept through the windows—he didn’t so much as glance your way before locking himself in his room.

The days that followed were no better.

You spent hours trying to figure out what the hell had happened, replaying every second in your head over and over. Why did he pull away like that? Why the sudden turnaround? Had you done something wrong?

But no matter how much you thought it over, you always came back to the same conclusion: he must’ve hated how it felt.

Hated how you felt.

A part of you was pissed—seriously, how dare he treat you like that after he was the one who initiated the kiss? But another part just felt hollow. It was strangely similar to having a gaping hole in your stomach, a feeling you’d grown quite familiar with... in a literal sense.

Whatever strange connection the two of you had formed over the past weeks—the late-night dinners, the training sessions, even those tense, shared glances—it had all disappeared. He acted like you didn’t exist, like you weren’t even worth the effort of a cruel remark.

The only trace of Sukuna these days was the sound of the door opening and closing, and the brief glimpse of his back as he walked away.

There were moments when you considered reaching for that back, tugging at his robe, demanding answers. But every time, your feet turned to lead, and the words died in your throat. After all, you were the one who told him to forget it ever happened.

Still, it didn’t feel entirely fair. He hadn’t just forgotten about it—he’d forgotten about you.

And as much as that rubbed you the wrong way, you couldn’t help but hope that, in time, this would all fade like a nasty but temporary bruise. Maybe one day, the silence would pass and everything would slip back into that strange, dysfunctional normal you’d grown used to.

Though today was clearly not that day.

This morning, Sukuna had disappeared yet again, slipping into the basement like a ghost. It was baffling how someone so big could move so silently, just to avoid you.

With only two days left until he’d promised to reconsider your return to Jujutsu High, you held onto the slim hope that he wouldn’t be so cruel as to bail on that promise. So, you threw yourself into training, determined to prove to Sukuna that you could handle any enemy that came your way—any curse, any hitman.

Sukuna, unsurprisingly, hadn’t initiated any more training sessions. So you got creative and turned to your cursed dagger—the one you were sure had been lost in the fight with Toji. Yet, somehow, it had mysteriously reappeared in the side pocket of your bag.

If nothing else, that fight had taught you one valuable thing: your technique worked on any type of cursed energy, including cursed tools. So now, you spent hours training with the dagger, perfecting the art of siphoning energy from the blade.

In that process, you had another epiphany: not only could you draw cursed energy from the dagger, but you’d learned to push your own energy into it, amplifying the curse within. It was a dangerous trick—draining your own energy in exchange for a stronger weapon. But one that would give you many more options when fighting.

Your first instinct had been to tell Sukuna, to gloat about your discovery in return for a slight raise of his brow and the faintest flicker of approval in his eyes.

But you couldn’t.

You couldn’t share it with Yuji and the others either. So, your little victory became a lonely one—no cheers, no praise. Just you, sitting there with your stupidly powerful blade and no one to tell.

Today, you were practicing again, fumbling with the dagger in your hand as you pushed and pulled the flow of cursed energy. The line between too little and too much was paper-thin, and you’d faced an embarrassingly high number of times where you discovered that pushing too hard would lead you to faint.

You tightened your grip on the hilt, closed your eyes, and started to slowly release your energy into the blade.

At first, all you felt was that familiar lightheadedness—easy enough to ignore.

But as the minutes passed, the sweat began to bead on your palms, and your legs felt like they were losing their strength. You should have heeded the warning signs when your vision blurred and the color drained from your face, yet stubbornly, you pushed on.

All you could think about was getting stronger—strong enough that Sukuna would have no choice but to allow your return to Jujutsu High.

So you convinced yourself that you could handle more. Just a little more. You could push it just a bit further, right?

Wrong.

Dark shadows crept over your vision, and before you could reach the couch, your legs gave out beneath you. You crumpled to the floor, the dagger slipping from your grasp as the world faded into an all-consuming black.

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The first thing you registered as the blood slowly returned to your head was the soft, hollow sound of gentle knocking against a hard surface. At first, it was calm and rhythmic, almost soothing enough to lull you right back to sleep. But then the pace picked up, turning into an erratic thudding that jolted you upright.

Adrenaline kicked in as you tried to orient yourself. Though you didn’t have to search long for the source; the noise was coming from the front door of the apartment, straight ahead of you.

Instinctively, you reached for the dagger on the floor, gripping it tight as you pushed yourself up on still shaky legs.

You cocked your head, inching closer to the door. Who in their right mind would be knocking on Sukuna’s door? It had to be some poor soul who’d made a mistake—a confused deliveryman or a lost tourist looking for directions.

Maybe it was best to alert Sukuna about this, but... no—you couldn’t.

He had explicitly told you to never barge into his domain without his permission, and you had no doubt that facing his wrath would be worse than whatever threat lurked behind that door.

You wrapped your hand around the knob, but an uneasy feeling crept over you as the knocks grew heavier, vibrating through the tips of your finger.

Second-guessing your initial instincts, you pulled back.

What if it was the next hitman sent by the higher-ups to finish you off? Or maybe one of Sukuna's crazy accomplices—what was that patch-faced creep's name again? Mahito?

Yeah, you definitely didn’t want to deal with any of that.

Just as you turned your back to the door, content with your decision to ignore the chaotic banging and return to your training, a deafening crash erupted behind you. Splintered wood flew past your ear, and a rush of cold air hit your back.

Oh no.

You turned in a flash, pointing the dagger at the entrance with both hands clenched around the hilt.

And to your surprise, a very familiar figure stood before you, casually wiping the dusty remnants of the kicked-in door from his clothes.

“Whoa there, easy now! Not exactly polite to aim that beauty of a dagger at the generous soul who gifted it to you, right?”

Your eyes traced up over the tall man in the doorway. Long legs, blue-tinted sunglasses covering his even bluer eyes, and locks of white hair springing in all directions.

Gojo.

Wait what—Gojo?

No, no, no. This was bad. Not just because you could barely look him in the eye after ghosting his calls and messages for two weeks, basically pretending you’d dropped off the face of the earth.

But mainly because Sukuna was only one floor below you.

You didn’t even want to imagine the calamity that would unfold if those two ran into each other.

“Ah! Uhm... Gojo-sensei, let’s talk this over outside, alright?” you stammered, hastily tucking the dagger back into your boot before attempting to push against his chest and nudge him out the door.

But Gojo didn’t budge. That man was like an immovable rock with his Infinity activated.

He patted you on the head before he effortlessly brushed you aside, stepping deeper into the lion's den.

“Whaaat? You’re not even gonna give me the grand tour? That’s no way to treat a guest, you know,” he teased, his smirk as irritating as it was charming.

He tossed his sunglasses onto the kitchen counter and began nosing around, peering into every nook and cranny like he was conducting some sort of inspection.

“Besides, I really need to use the bathroom... Long ride,” he added, throwing a glance over his shoulder while snagging the apple you’d left on the counter and sinking his teeth into it with an obnoxiously loud crunch.

Meanwhile, you backed into the corner of the room—the one that led down to the basement.

You planted yourself there, arms wide at your sides, as if your small frame could somehow block Gojo’s prying eyes from the stairway.

Gojo raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by your attempt. His eyes drifted over your shoulder, narrowing as he took another bite. “What’s down there? You seem awfully eager to hide it.”

Argh. Why did he always see right through you with those annoying blue orbs?

You forced a laugh, waving your hand in a poor attempt at nonchalance as you hurriedly guided him toward the bathroom. “Ah, it’s… where I keep my valuables, like... this dagger!” You pulled it from your boot and held it up in the air.

“No reason to carry this around now, so I’ll just go put it away. You can use the bathroom in the meantime, and I’ll be right back!”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying your story, but for whatever reason, he humored you and disappeared into the bathroom.

As soon as the door clicked shut, you bolted down the stairs, your heart thumping in your throat.

Okay, game face on. You had minutes to prevent an absolute catastrophe.

Taking a deep breath, you pressed down on the handle and eased the door open just enough to slip through.

You stepped inside with your eyes squeezed shut, too afraid to look. With no time to waste and desperate to stave off Sukuna’s wrath, you spoke first.

“Before you say anything—I’m terribly sorry! I know you said never to come down here unannounced, but I need to ask you something—something important.”

Hesitantly, you cracked one eye open and scanned the dark, foggy space until you finally found him.

Sukuna.

Perched atop his throne of skulls.

You couldn���t see his expression from afar, but the faint ripple in the muddy puddles and the tiny loose rocks falling from the ceiling with each shudder of his aura told you everything: he was not amused.

“Your next words better be worth it, or they’ll be your last.”

Sukuna's raspy voice rang out through the domain, and despite the obvious threat in his words, you felt incredibly...

relieved.

You had to be losing it.

Standing there, facing what was sure to be a severe punishment, all that mattered to you was the bliss of sweet relief—because after days of silence, Sukuna had finally acknowledged your existence again.

You had to admit, part of that easy comfort came from knowing you’d gladly take any punishment over the thought of Gojo and Sukuna meeting.

And the fact that such a punishment was a near-inevitable fate you'd already made peace with, considering the ridiculous excuse about to spill from your mouth.

You blamed the lack of time.

“Okay, so, um… this is going to sound stupid,” you began, scratching your cheek.

“But I’m in the middle of a really good movie upstairs, and I really don’t want to be interrupted during the climax, y’know? So… would it be okay if you stayed down here for another half hour?"

There was a moment of tense silence as the tremors of his domain grew more violent, causing larger rocks to crumble from the walls and ceiling.

You raised your arms to shield yourself from the falling debris, but just as you did, Sukuna was suddenly no longer atop his throne.

Instead, he was inches from your face, his hands braced against the door on either side of your head. His blood-red eyes locked onto yours—obvious rage pulling the corner of his mouth into a sneer.

“You’re lying,” he hissed. “You’re foolish, but not foolish enough to barge in here with such a pathetic excuse. So tell me the truth now.”

Ugh. You felt a migraine creep in. Why was it never easy with him?

“Sukuna, it’s just—just give me half an hour up there, okay? I’ll never ask you for anything again. Just this one thing, plea—”

You barely saw it coming when his hand lashed out and struck your face. It left a sharp, painful sting that felt twice as biting because you’d never expected it.

Over the past weeks, Sukuna had been so lenient with you that you’d forgotten this side of him, that you'd slipped into a false sense of security. But this was a nasty reminder of how ruthless he could be, of the way in which he shamelessly wielded his power as long as that got him what he wanted.

And what he wanted right now was an answer.

“Tell me the truth. That’s an order,” he demanded, while his nails slid down the door, leaving deep etchings in the wood.

Your own hand went up to wipe over the red imprint on your cheek, gently, as if that could somehow soothe both the pain and the shock. You turned your gaze away from him, unable to look him in the eye after what he just did.

But Sukuna wasn’t having that.

He grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes back to his, his expression utterly devoid of any humanity you thought you’d seen in him before.

"Now."

Your jaw clenched. You knew you had to obey; the binding vow was still very much in place. You were shackled.

“It’s... it’s Gojo,” you whispered through gritted teeth. “I don’t know why he’s here or how he found this place. But please, just let me handle this. I don’t want the two of you to fight. I don’t want either of you to—”

Before you could finish, Sukuna shoved you away.

You stumbled backward, landing in a puddle of murky water. Your hands scraped against the rocky surface, and the tiny pieces of gravel nicked your skin.

The air shifted, and Sukuna's anger morphed into something far more unnerving—an excitement, an aliveness unlike anything you'd ever seen in him. Like he was completely unreachable, consumed by a lust—no, a need—for battle.

But you couldn’t help but make one last attempt as he reached for the door. Your hand shot out, tugging at the hem of his robe.

“Sukuna, don’t,” you said, your voice trembling.

“I’ll hate you forever if you go up there.”

The corners of Sukuna’s mouth, that were lifted in a twisted grin, fell as he glanced at your hand clutching his robe.

You couldn’t decipher the emotion in his eyes—was it anger, disgust, or a fleeting moment of contemplation? Whatever it was, it pierced through you like a blade...

“Why should I give a damn? You already despise me, don’t you?” he spat, as if the words left a nasty taste in his mouth.

“I'm the King of Curses, the one who ruined your measly life—the one who forced that vow upon you. The very force that just struck you in the face.”

He tilted your head to the side, inspecting the remnants of his slap as he dragged his thumb along the bruise, eliciting a wince from you.

“So enlighten me little sorcerer, why should I care?”

For some reason, your anger boiled over. He was right, and it infuriated you.

Why should he care?

You smacked his hand away and pushed yourself up. “I don’t fucking know, okay? I do hate you! I do! But I also don’t want you to die! Gojo will kill you—you don’t understand how strong he is.”

Sukuna’s hand twitched at your words, and before you could regain your balance, he thrust you against the wall with brutal force. His massive hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing it tight and nearly cutting off your air supply.

“Tch. You insult me. Have you learned nothing? I’ve been far too lenient if you think that man could so much as lay a finger on me. You might be the most worthless, stupid insect I’ve come across in my entire existence.”

You glared at him, coughing as his grip tightened. How could he say that after everything? After he kissed you? How could he be so hateful, so cruel?

Something inside you snapped, and you reached for the dagger at your heel—the one you’d infused with all your stupid cursed energy, a feat you were so proud of, that the one person you’d wanted to show it off to, was this insufferable man.

Well, you'd show it off, all right.

You swung the weapon at him, but his speed far outmatched yours. He caught the dagger with his bare hand, halting its path mere inches from his face before letting out a grating chuckle.

"I've told you before, that little toy can’t cut me."

You returned his chuckle, a smirk dancing on your lips.

Sukuna's brow furrowed in confusion as his eyes traced over you, trying to decipher the meaning behind your reckless chuckle and easy smirk—until they landed on your hand and, coincidentally, his own, where a trickle of blood now seeped down his arm.

His eyes widened slightly, and he stepped back, releasing the dagger as he stared at the deep cut in his palm.

"Hah," he breathed, a low, dark 'hah' that bounced off the rocky formations.

He turned his back to you without a worry, as if he knew you wouldn’t strike again. And with a few more strides in the other direction—the dark puddles of water splashing up with every stomp of his sandals—he came to a halt.

There was a moment of silence before he erupted into a wild, unrestrained kind of cackling.

You stood there—confused—as you moved to block the door, blade still pointed at him, ready to swing if he attempted to breach it.

But he didn’t charge at you.

Instead, he was back atop the pile of skulls, observing the blood that trickled down his arm with morbid fascination as it slowly stained the sleeve of his robe.

His eyes met yours for just a second as he muttered,

“Thirty minutes. If that blue-eyed parasite isn’t out of here by then, I’ll crush him.”

Was he serious right now? Maybe he was...

He showed no intention of barging upstairs, too absorbed with the cut on his hand while the occasional snicker escaped his lips.

What a madman.

But you couldn't complain, because at least it seemed this disaster was momentarily averted.

With your back to the door, you slipped out, keeping a wary eye on Sukuna in case he pulled any last-minute tricks—but he didn’t.

So, with that minor miracle in the pocket, you bolted up the stairs, chest heaving and nerves frayed, only to find Gojo casually sprawled across the couch with a lazy grin on his face.

“Phew. You took your sweet time,” he said, sitting up and crossing one leg over the other.

You wiped the stress-sweat from your forehead and quietly planted yourself down next to him, your gaze dropping to your legs as guilt washed over you—guilt for making him and the others worry these past few weeks, guilt for hiding so many things from them.

Things that, of course, Gojo noticed right away.

The mud smeared across your legs and the dark gravel stuck under your fingernails. Before you could pull away, he'd snatched one of your hands from your lap, opening your palm to reveal it covered in little scratches.

He lightly traced his finger over them and asked. "What’s that? I’m pretty sure that wasn’t there just now."

There was a hint of concern in his voice, a seriousness so unbefitting of him that it always made you uncomfortable when he acted that way. You gently nudged your hand back, flipping it over to hide the marks. “It’s nothing, Gojo-sensei. Honestly, don’t worry about it.”

Finally, you forced yourself to look up, meeting his gaze.

“I just... wanted to apologize for making everyone worry.”

Gojo let out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes. “You never give me a straight answer, do you? Honestly, you’re the most difficult student I’ve ever had to deal with.”

But then his expression softened, his feigned annoyance giving way to something more sincere as he flashed an empathetic smile. “But I guess you’re just a victim under these circumstances... so you are hereby forgiven by the great Satoru Gojo.”

You managed a small, fake smile.

Of course, you were glad he'd forgiven you so easily, but the word 'victim' didn’t sit well with you. With the feelings you’d started developing toward Sukuna, you felt more like a willing accomplice. You wanted this—well, at least part of it—the part that didn’t involve killing innocent people.

But it wasn’t something you could ever admit to Gojo, or anyone at Jujutsu High for that matter. They wouldn’t understand. They’d see you as a horrible person, and honestly? Maybe they’d be right to.

Seeing the conflicted look in your eyes, Gojo’s gaze drifted off; he wasn’t good at this whole comforting thing.

By chance, his eyes landed on your ankle, where you’d tucked the knife away, oblivious to the fact that Sukuna's blood on the blade had stained your boot.

“I’m glad to see my gift is coming in handy, at least,” Gojo remarked, tapping his foot against the soft contour of your blade through the leather.

You finally let out a genuine chuckle. “Haha, yes, thank you for that.”

There was a moment of comfortable silence as your mind cleared, and you wondered,

“How did you even manage to find me here?”

Gojo now looked a bit guilty himself as he pushed his legs apart and planted his elbows on his knees. “Ah, that. Well, I might’ve let Ijichi drive around the entire city for the past two weeks looking for you... Poor man had bags under his eyes the size of Panda's.”

You’d never met Panda, but you got the gist of it.

You sighed at the mental image of poor Ijichi working like a slave. “Well, please apologize to him on my behalf, too,”

Gojo raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t you tell him yourself? You’re not planning to stay holed up in here forever, are you?”

You shrugged, glancing away. “Ah, well, that’s certainly not the plan, but let’s just say it’s a work in progress.”

At that, Gojo seemed satisfied enough, because he got up from the couch and stretched, surprising you once again with his impressive height.

He reached out a hand to help you up, his grin turning playful. “Well, if you’re not back at Jujutsu High by the end of next week, I’m afraid I’ll have to come over and drag you back myself. So make it work, will you? Your poor classmates ask about you every day.”

You nodded with a reassuring smile, though a hint of sadness tugged at you at the thought of having put your friends through that.

“Okay, then I’ll be off now! Just wanted to check in.” Gojo said, snagging his sunglasses from the counter. He gave you a confident wave goodbye as he stepped into the loose doorframe—where a door used to be—before he kicked it in.

“Heh. Yeah... Sorry about that. I’ll see you next week, kiddo!” were his last words before he bolted out of there like a high schooler caught vandalizing.

And that is where the brief peace ended.

As you made your way down to the basement to alert Sukuna that Gojo had left, the stairs seemed to creak more than usual, almost as if they were screaming at you not to go. It felt strange, and a bad feeling settled in your gut... but you ignored it—you weren’t superstitious, after all.

You reached out and knocked softly on the basement door.

No answer.

You knocked again, harder this time. Still nothing. On the third try, your patience wore thin, and you nudged the door open to a crack.

And suddenly, that bad premonition made a whole lot more sense.

Sukuna's domain was wrecked.

His throne of skulls had been shattered, leaving only splintered horns, fractured craniums and loose teeth strewn across the gravel floor.

Cracks zigzagged through the rock formations on the walls, while torn pieces of Sukuna's robe fluttered in the air, caught by the howling draught.

The air reeked of smoke and scorched earth, and a hint of the metallic tang of blood.

It was absolute chaos.

At the far end of the domain, Sukuna stood with his back to you, his broad shoulders, and bare skin glistening with drops of sweat. Dried blood from where you’d cut him streaked down his arm, and in his hand, he clutched a thick piece of rock, his grip so tight that his knuckles turned white.

You hesitated, unsure of whether to approach. This destruction was obviously his doing, and he was already acting a bit, well—unhinged, when you left him here.

He didn't move. He didn’t talk.

And for Sukuna—always so quick to throw an insult at you, or a punch—that was a warning sign in itself.

So you were extra careful when you gently prodded. "Uhm, Sukuna? I just wanted to let you know that Gojo's gone now so..."

His shoulders twitched, relaxing just a fraction, but he didn’t turn around.

“Sukuna?” You tried again, taking a step into his domain. “Are you alri—”

“Brat,” he interrupted, his voice devoid of its usual venom. It was flat and unnervingly calm. Which made no sense, considering the rampage of this place.

“Tell me, do you understand what strength—no, what true power is?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question. “Uh… they say knowledge is power, right? So… maybe a having a good brain on your shoulders?”

Sukuna let out a dry, humorless laugh. “Hah! What a stupid human thing to say. The answer's obvious—it's freedom.”

He turned then, his eyes finally meeting yours across the chaos of his ruined domain.

“It’s freedom. Power is freedom. The ability to act on nothing but your own desires, the ability to slaughter or spare on nothing but a whim, to bow to no one.” he said it with full conviction, like it was the one thing he was absolutely certain of.

You tried to keep up, though his sudden philosophizing was odd. “Okay so… where are you going with thi—”

But he cut in again. He always did.

“Now tell me... What is the opposite of freedom?”

You sighed, scratching the back of your head. It was rare for Sukuna to speak this much, and even rarer for him to get poetic like this.

Was this the grand speech leading up to your death?

You really hoped not, and so you tried a small jab to lighten the mood, to get back to your usual way of doing things—bickering.

“Is it captivity? Kinda like how you keep me stuck here, in this hellhole?”

He didn't bite. He just continued speaking in the same flat tone, though his fingers betrayed him, tightening slightly around the rock in his hand.

“Wrong again, fool... It's dependence.”

The sharp crack of stone made you jolt, as the remnants of the rock fell from his grasp, splashing into a nearby puddle before settling at the bottom.

“The instant you start needing another's existence, you're nothing but a chained dog—nothing but a slave,”

You swallowed hard. After days of silence, days of ignoring your very existence, this sudden monologue felt a bit... unnerving.

Sukuna took a step in your direction.

“The instant you allow yourself to care for anything beyond your own desires—" For the first time since you'd entered the room, his face contorted into a sneer of utter disgust. "—you relinquish your power.”

The air shifted along with his expression, and instinctively, your hand drifted toward the door handle, yearning to escape the storm that was about to erupt.

“Don’t.”

Sukuna's command was so soft you barely heard it, yet you felt it viscerally. Perhaps it was just a fragment of your imagination or a side effect of the vow, but you found yourself letting go of the handle.

“Come here.” He gestured for you to approach, his finger beckoning like a serpent.

With great reluctance, you forced one foot in front of the other, trudging through the scattered debris. You hated this. Hated how powerless you felt approaching him, uncertain of what awaited you.

But you also loved this, loved the tension, the thrill, the way his proximity set your heart racing with every step.

When you were close enough, Sukuna’s hand shot out, seizing your arm and yanking you toward the wall.

He didn’t pin you there; he let go, yet the overwhelming pressure of his cursed energy felt like an anchor, holding you in place.

Sukuna stepped closer, so close that you felt his breath against your skin. His voice dropped to a low whisper, rough and scraping as if he had to force the words out of his throat.

“You... you're like a disease I can't burn out. Every time I try to carve you from my thoughts, there you are. Festering.”

He positioned his hands against the wall on either side of your head, much like he he'd done before. So why did you feel so much more trapped this time?

“I've always acted on pure instinct, pure impulse, and yet… you’ve made me—” he paused, spitting out the word in utter disgust, “—dependent.”

His eyes pierced yours, glowing a furious red like a raging fire—so intense that you could swear you felt your own eyes burning.

“Every second I let you continue breathing, every time I hesitate on your behalf…” His gaze held yours. “I feel my strength rotting away.”

His fingers curled around a loose piece of rock on the wall, and you could hear it crackle under the pressure. “And it sickens me that a mere, weak human like you could make the core of my essence—” His grip tightened, pulverizing the rock into dust.

“Shatter.”

He let out a low, defeated snicker, his gaze drifting to the floor.

“I should tear you apart for that, slowly, limb by limb… and I try to every time,” he murmered through gritted teeth.

“But when I move to crush you, when I aim to smash your organs like this—” His knee shot up without warning, and you flinched, bracing for the blow to your stomach.

But he paused, an inch away from impact.

“This, is all this cursed body will let me do,” He lowered his leg, sliding it between your thighs, forcing them apart as a flush crept into your cheeks.

But it faded just as quickly, when his veiny hand clamped around your throat, squeezing with ruthless force until your breath hitched and your lungs screamed for air.

“When I try to strangle you—to crush your windpipe… Like this,” Just before your oxygen ran out, he released you, leaving you dizzy and panting.

“I cannot do it.”

His hand slipped to the back of your neck, roughly pulling you closer until your bodies were smashed together. His other hand trailed to your mouth, thumb brushing your lip, and you instinctively let your jaw relax.

“When I plan to cut your tongue out, so I don't have to hear your whiny voice,” His finger slipped inside, his nail grazing your tongue, drawing a thin line of blood.

His eyes followed the red that pooled, almost entranced, and when it spilled down the corner of your lips, he leaned in.

“This, is all I’m reduced to doing.”

His tongue slid out, licking the trail of blood from your mouth. It sent a jolt through you, and you could barely process everything that was happening—his words, his touch, it enveloped you entirely.

In that moment, there was only him.

His tongue swept over your lips, before it invaded your mouth entwining with your own. The metallic taste of blood was quickly drowned out by your mingling saliva, and his thumb moved from your lower lip to trace the line of your jaw—a gentle touch, entirely in contrast with the kiss that only grew rougher and more demanding.

You closed your eyes, surrendering to his lead—or rather, to his control—too overwhelmed by the intensity to take charge yourself.

And even when he broke the kiss, leaving you completely breathless, your eyes remained squeezed shut—because you couldn’t bear to look at him...

Not with everything he was stirring up inside you.

But... you did feel his breath against your ear, a low, rasping whisper that sent chills down your spine, as his fist crashed into the wall beside your head.

“I absolutely despise you, brat."

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Omg sowwy this was late but its extra long so I hope I'm forgiven, there was some personal stuff.

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[nanaminokanojo]

THAWING ICE QUEEN (part 52)

–one night of fooling around with the annoying campus king gojo satoru (he thinks so), turns into...well, something else more long term

CHARACTERS: gojo satoru x you | geto suguru | jjk characters

GENRE: college au | eventual smut | smau | smau + prose | everything in between | ons | fubus to lovers | aged-up characters | idk where this is going

⚠️ TW/CW: strong/mature language | 🔞 | mentions of alcohol, smoking, etc. | this will most likely have narrations | god-awful pet names | will add more if something arises

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

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A/N: Contains prose.

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"Hot ride you got there."

Satoru looked up from his phone, looking at you over the top rims of his aviators. He pushed himself away from where he was leaning on the car – a different one from what he usually uses: top down, perfect for your short road trip to your home. He grinned, happy that you found it to your liking, but he couldn't pay much attention to that as you strutted towards him. With your luggage in tow and a backpack slung on your left shoulder, you basked in the morning sun, wearing white shorts and a graphic muscle tee with armholes extending just above your waist. It gave him a peek of your black sports bra underneath.

"Good morning, indeed!" he greeted you, taking your things and tossing them on the backseat as if they weighed nothing. He then faced you, slipping a hand through one of your armholes so that he was holding onto the small of your back as he pulled you flush against him, startling you.

"You're being unfair right now. How do you expect me to keep my hands to myself while I drive?" he whined close to your ear.

A smirk drew itself across your mouth as you plucked his sunglasses from the tip of his nose and propped it over his head instead, meeting his cerulean eyes without any obstruction. "You're going to have your hands busy. No way around it."

He clucked his tongue. "That sucks, but at least I can have my morning kiss."

Your eyes widened when both his hands moved lower, cupping your ass and sliding his palms down the back of your thighs before lifting you easily so that your legs were wrapped around his waist. You braced yourself on his shoulders, and he took your preoccupation to claim your lips with his, the kiss so heated that you felt the intense degree of want emanating from him.

You pulled away with a snicker. "Put me down, Satoru."

"Shame."

As you wished, he set you on your feet, but before you could regain your balance, he placed a hand behind your neck, locking you in place with his mouth against yours for the second time. He exhaled harshly through his nose, moaning shamelessly against your mouth and sneakily inserting a hand between you two to touch one of your breasts, giving it a light squeeze.

"Satoru!"

He kissed you on the cheek before backing away with his hands up in mock surrender. He then opened the door to the passenger side, gesturing for you to board the car.

You shrugged, passing by him with an annoyed look, but that was just to conceal how flustered you were at his boldness. He then closed the door, but in the next second, he bent down and stole another kiss, this time landing on your left cheek.

"Hey –"

"That should be enough for the next two hours." He rounded the car, shaking his head. "Or not."

He hopped into the car, putting his aviators back on before looking at you with a grin as he started the car. "Ready?"

You couldn't help but join in his conviviality and just chuckled. "Ready as I'm gonna be."

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[bloopsstuff]

gege akutami you will answer god, they won't let you enter the gates of heaven. lock your doors and windows, hide wherever you want, im coming for you and i will find you.

[musings-and-moans]

pillowtalk

features: assassin!kento nanami x fem!reader (afab! reader, she/her pronouns)

submission for: @spooky-diluc's “Go Fuck Yourself” Collab (@spookydiluc thank you so much for organizing this, i'm so sorry i got confused as to which blog to tag 😭)

setting: modern au, mafia au, enemies to lovers, marriage of convenience (sham marriage to be precise)

synopsis: a spinoff from the Knock You Down one shot, what if instead of escaping to Italy, to protect your lover, satoru gojo, you ask kento nanami, a trained assassin for the gojo family, to marry you? does your relationship evolve over time? does satoru gojo stay alive? what if gojo were to come back for you while you’re married to nanami?

song: pillowtalk by zayn | wc: 5590 (yeah, it's long, please read it 😭)

warnings: porn with plot, slight angst, hints at an abusive parental relationship, fighting- mentions of bruises and brutal treatment, mentions of the use of gun and killing, explicit smut, oral (f! receiving, cunnilingus, dom! nanami behavior at the beginning), f! gagging (he fashions his tie into a makeshift gag and shoves it into your mouth), impact play (pussy slapping, and ass smacking), rough sex, squirting, overstimulation and creampie (in the beginning), daddy kink, breeding kink, brat taming (if you squint through) (also please do lmk if i've missed anything or not tagged appropriately thank you <33)

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A/N: Okay, first of all, Kento Nanami, as a villain, whaaat? Well, you can either read the Knock You Down story I wrote for reference or you could read it a stand-alone. Although, I prefer the former. Secondly, if you see the interchange in the usage of his last and first name, it's for a reason. So, don't mind me. Thirdly, Mor and Far are Danish for mother and father, and this is owing to the fact that Nanami's maternal grandfather is Danish (as learned from the manga, although if I’ve got it wrong, please don’t hesitate to let me know), and last of all, the characters of Jujutsu Kaisen belong to Gege Akutami but the storylines belong to me. Reblogs, comments, and likes, especially reblogs are highly appreciated, but reposts are not allowed. ALSO, MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, BLANK BLOGS, STAY THE HECK AWAY FROM THIS POST OR MY BLOG IN GENERAL PLEASE, AND THANK YOU <33

Satoru Gojo was the heir to Gojo Industries, a well-known multinational conglomerate with a variety of businesses. When he left everything behind and began a new career as an economics professor at Tokyo University, he had no idea how important you, (Y/N) (L/N), a mathematics professor at the same university, would be to him. You two would squabble until one night, when you were locked in a staff room and decided to release your frustrations by immersing yourselves in each other. After six months of being friends with benefits, you two became a couple for the next few years. You two got into an argument one day about how he met your parents but you didn't get to meet his, and that's when he told you about his family's history: as a child, his family was always rude to him, mistreating and abusing him, and he couldn't act like it was all right, so he just walked out on them with his luggage.  In reality, Gojo Industries is actually a front. They trade drugs with people from all over the world. His parents wanted him to eventually take over the company and the trade, but he refused. 

You heard a loud bang on the door; Kento Nanami, the Gojo family's hired assassin, and Kiyotaka Ijichi, his accomplice, had broken into your apartment.  Nanami grabbed you, while Ijichi snatched Gojo and began mauling him. You were flailing your legs in the air and crying out “Satoru” when Nanami covered your mouth as he dragged you into a room, muffling your screams. You could hear a myriad of punches on the other side of the door. Fear gripped hold of you, feeling like your heart jumping out of the ribcage, sweat profusely escaping down all over, and your breathing being staggered.

The moment Nanami loosened his grip on your mouth, you screamed out, “Satoru,” until the blond-haired, blue shirt, beige trousers, and green tie-clad man covered your mouth again tightly and whispered in your ear, clicking his tongue, “Tch, tch. Did you really think Ijichi would stop? Just because he looks weak doesn’t mean that he isn’t a trained assassin. He very much is, just as I am. And I, Kento Nanami, come to bear news from Gojo’s family. They can't get him married to anyone else to further their control of the trade because he's dating you, and you must be the one to call it off. If you don’t break up with Satoru, his parents are capable of disowning and disposing of him, quietly and quickly. You don’t want that, do you? So, I suggest that you run as far away from him as you can.” This sent shivers down your spine, as memories of Satoru flashed before your eyes. He didn’t deserve to be involved in the midst of nefarious activities. All he wanted was to start a new life.

You nodded your head in agreement, and before he could walk out of the room, you called out to him with an air of frustration, “Nanami.” This caused him to stop in his tracks as you continued on, “I have a proposition for you!”

He turned back and walked over to you, kneeling. “I usually don’t do propositions, but go ahead, what do you have to say?” he asked. Clearing your throat, you said in a trembling voice, “Nanami, I know of a way for me to stay away from Satoru. I think we should get married.”

An uncomfortable silence loomed across the room for some time, until Nanami broke it by rejecting your proposition. “No,” he said, “are you out of your mind?”

You took a deep breath and replied tersely, looking at him with tears in your eyes, “Look, here's the thing. Even though it hurts to break up with Satoru, I have to, for his sake. It is still too early for me to leave Japan, though. Despite how much I think it would be the best thing to do, I can't leave my students and go in the middle of the academic year. They are very important to me, okay? Plus, you already know that I'll never stop loving Satoru, and under no other circumstance would I put our two other friends, Shoko and Suguru, in danger. It's, however, a win-win situation for all of us. The first is that I avoid the Gojo family; second, you keep your earnings if things go wrong; and third, that I will never abandon my students. Deal?” 

While this somehow didn’t make sense, since this was technically a success in his books, he nodded. “Come to the city hall as soon as I leave,” he said to you as he walked out of the room. You followed him, only to find Gojo’s face battered and bruised but smiling at you. You rushed to his side and hugged him. Nanami and Ijichi escaped, leading you to call for Shoko and Suguru to come to the rescue. 

While Shoko was treating Gojo's bruises, you told Suguru everything that happened earlier. “I don't know what to do, Suguru. I love him, but…,” you added.

He put his hand on your shoulder and said, “I know you do, (Y/N), but I have heard of Nanami from a couple of my relatives who have rewarded him with a good sum of money. The guy never misses a mark. He always shoots at the target with perfect accuracy.” 

You looked at Suguru with sheer confusion and inquired with a concerned look, “Then, are you saying I should go ahead with the plan?”

Suguru then held your shoulders, nodding in response. “It is absurd, but if it makes you feel at peace… Trust me, if you don’t break up with Satoru, Nanami will not stop chasing after you, and you’ll become collateral damage in the pursuit.”

You sighed and turned to a still-recovering Gojo. You told him sternly, with your chest aching, “We need to talk.” 

You told him that this relationship is too much for you to handle and that you want to break up with him while Shoko and Suguru were witnesses to a beautiful relationship that had to be forced to end. Gojo unexpectedly agreed, and all four of you embraced and cried in response. Later, you packed your bags, Suguru helped you book a cab to a bridal store and the city hall, and you left the apartment oblivious to Gojo's silent sobs and emotional crumbling behind you.

As your hands flitted across the dresses, you came across this lovely white square-neck dress and purchased it. When you paid the money and got in the cab to the city hall, your vision blurred and your eyes moistened with tears. Nanami was dressed in his groom's outfit when you got out of the cab and entered just as the city hall was about to close, and you were taken aback by the way he looked. You swear you felt your heart skip a beat as you walked up to him, and you were completely oblivious to the fact that his heart was skipping a beat as well. 

Only the two of you knew the wedding was a ruse when you said your vows in the hall and eventually exchanged rings. 

you two got married, you walked together out of the City Hall and to Nanami’s car to place your bags inside the trunk at the back, and he drove you. You and Nanami walked out of City Hall together and to Nanami's car, where you placed your bags in the back trunk and he drove you. While driving you to his house in his black Mustang, no one uttered a single word. 

Both of you removed your shoes and placed them on the shoe stand as you moved into your new home together. He then cleared his throat and said curtly, “Your room is to the right. You are not required to wait for me. I'm going to sleep after I freshen up. So, just go.” 

With a scowl on your face, you carried your belongings to your new room and began unpacking. After you finished, you went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. You then undress and stand under the shower. As you knelt in the bathtub and sobbed uncontrollably, the metaphorical burden on your shoulders seemed to lift. You were broken about the whole predicament you were in. After freshening up, you crawled under the covers, closed your eyes, and drifted off to sleep in your black nightgown.

The first few days of your marriage went expectantly like a dredge. Both of you met each other with glares, and the only polite words that you spoke to each other were “Good morning”, “I’m leaving”, “I’m home”, “Welcome back,” and “Good night.” The rest of the time, you two scoffed at each other because you knew that if you were to utter any other word, all pleasantries would be thrown out of the window. So, you two were still rude and mean to each other, but you took it in and didn't say anything. 

You returned to the university after a while and continued teaching. Since everyone at the university noticed Gojo’s absence, they kept on bringing him up. Having assumed he had already resigned from the university, this tugged at your heartstrings. Even so, you continued to communicate with Suguru and Shoko who would keep you informed of everything that was going on. 

You arrived at the staff room during lunchtime one day to find Suguru and Shoko working on their laptops and greeted them. “Hello, buddies! What are you guys doing?” 

Shoko answered tentatively, “Nothing important, just working,” which caused your doubt to persist until you heard Satoru's voice from Suguru's laptop. 

You felt fear gripping your body as you remained clueless about what was happening. While looking through Suguru's laptop, you noticed a video in which a bandaged Satoru explained that he would be working from home from now on and that he would make sure students had the necessary materials.

"Before taking a leave of absence from the university, Satoru had been working on making videos for the classes, and he had especially made one for you. Shoko and I were busy organizing all of the videos,” Suguru replied.

When you gulped in some air, Suguru played the video where Satoru softly mentioned, “Y/N-chan, if you’re watching this video, that means two things: Suguru’s with you now and that you’re married to Nanami.” 

Your eyes widened in surprise as he continued, “I got to know. I hate my parents for doing this to us. Sometimes I feel like shoving the drugs up their noses, you know? But give me some time. I’ll speak to my parents and come for you. We’ll figure out a way to annul your marriage to Nanami, and we can then elope. I miss you, Y/N-chan.” 

You thanked Suguru and ran out of the staff room, letting your bosses know that you wouldn’t come to work for the second half of the day, causing you to book a cab home early and cry incessantly. 

No sooner than that, you reached home and prepared dinner for the both of you. Nanami then came home later that evening, and silently freshened up, before going to the kitchen to eat the food you have prepared. He liked it, he realized while eating, and was about to say something when he saw you slump your shoulders and take in a deep sigh.

You started ranting, “I miss him. Satoru, I mean. Apparently, he’s requested to work from home, and made videos for his students, and made one for me.”

You were about to cry when he retorted, “Would you shut up? No one’s interested in what you’re saying.” 

Nanami’s remark caused you to feel enraged, turning yourself in his direction, and unconsciously slapped him. He felt the stinging blow of your slap against his skin, looking at you gritting your teeth and breathlessly looking back at him.

Suddenly, he grabbed your shoulders and dragged you across the hall to your bedroom, your screams echoing in the corridor. You took a deep breath after he pushed you onto the bed, oblivious to what was to come. He loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his white shirt, forcing you to stare deeply into his piercing brown eyes before your gaze wandered even further across the shape of his chiseled frame. While looking down, you noticed he had toned abs and a prominent v-line; you could tell he had been working out constantly. Despite your gaping mouth, you completely missed the fact that he'd taken out his tie, rolled it into a makeshift gag ball, and shoved it in your mouth, muzzling your screams. Nanami then stripped you of your clothes, leaving you completely naked and at his mercy. As he took off his pants and boxers next, a wicked smile adorned his face, letting your eyes fall on the appearance of his hardened length, causing you to clench your thighs tightly as you became wet at the sight.

Up until now, no word had been spoken until you heard Nanami’s deep voice, emphasizing each word: “Spread your legs. I will not repeat myself.” 

With your feet on the bed, you dragged yourself up to the head of the bed on your elbows, spreading your legs and displaying your glistening wetness. Your hand subconsciously reached out to your clit, but he swatted your hand away and slapped your wet cunt, causing your eyes to widen in shock. 

You felt as if he was staring right at you as he slapped your pussy again; this time your eyes rolled back, your mouth agape, and you whimpered and moaned in delight. You were about to clench your thighs when he grabbed them tightly, spreading your legs even wider and diving deep into your pussy without warning. The tip of his tongue began licking your clit before sucking on your folds, and his hot tongue thrust into your wet slit, mercilessly devouring your sex as if it were his last meal on earth. His eyes never left yours for a single second while he ate you. 

Your screams had turned into moans as he kept pushing you to the point where the coil in you started to build up, but they were still muffled by his tie. 

You were in the middle of your release when Nanami removed his mouth from your pussy and turned your body around with your butt up, causing you to whine into the tie. A shiver ran down your spine as he lined his dick into your entrance, remarking curtly, “A spoiled brat like you doesn't deserve to cum on Daddy’s tongue.” He suddenly slammed himself into you until he bottomed out, his cock so long and girthy that he stretched your inner walls so much. 

His slender hands gripped your hips tightly, thus amplifying your whimpers. His cock rammed hard into your wet pussy so much that your arms lost their strength, the bed creaking loudly as you were fucked into oblivion. As soon as you paused to rest your head on the pillows, he grabbed a fistful of your hair with one hand and pulled it back, while reaching out your breasts with the other and holding them to pull you closer, steadily increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.

He was pleased at the sight of you whimpering as your inner walls were hugging his cock so well, like they were specially made for him. He then smirked and reached out for your face, taking out the tie gag from your mouth and whispering, “Dear, I want to hear you as loudly as possible. Scream for me.”

The tip of the head touched your spongy cervix, causing you to moan incessantly while he drilled deep into you. He rasped into your ear, “What a good wife you are, taking in everything for me, your husband.”  

As Nanami nuzzled his face onto your neck and sucked on your sensitive spot, biting hard and licking the marks that he made, the sound of skin slapping against your wet folds, your moans, and his grunts reverberated through the house. The coil built up so much that you could no longer stand it and screamed, “I can't take it anymore, I want to cum!” However, he only pinched your nipples while thrusting into you and smacked your ass, saying, “No, I won't let you cum.” 

You whimpered pleadingly, “Daddy, please! I'll be good, just let me cum.” His hand reached over your sensitive bud and rubbed it hard in soft circles, enough to make your legs shake from overstimulation and your eyes roll back. 

“Cum for me,” he said emphatically.

The coil inside you finally snapped and you lost control, a clear liquid oozing out of your body and dripping onto the sheets as you cried in ecstasy. Nanami’s thrusts became more sloppy, grunting in pleasure, and pounded one final thrust into you, painting your walls white. Your inner walls clenched around his cock as you milked him dry, his seed spilling deep into you, before you both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily, with him toppling into you.

He pulled his now-flaccid cock out of you, causing you to whine, the combination of both of your essences dripping out from your puffy folds. He turned your body face-up and picked you up, carrying you to the bathtub and turning on the warm water before he joined you in the bath.

As you two relaxed in the bathtub, he then apologized to you with a sad look on his face, “(Y/N), I’m really sorry. For what I said, for how rough I was with you, for separating you from Gojo. For this situation that we’re in. For everything.” 

You sat up, your sore muscles gaining a sense of reprieve from sitting in the water. You replied, “Nanami, I’m sorry too. I’ve been a real brat to you, haven’t I?” 

Nanami shrugged his shoulders in reply. “It’s fine. But now that we are married, I think we should get to know each other and try to at least make this marriage work. Don’t you think so?” 

Nodding in agreement, you approached him, and turned to lie on his chest. “I think I’d like that.”

Both of you quietly acknowledged the other's presence over the following days and weeks. The two of you eventually slipped into a routine: Nanami would cook dinner whenever he came home early, and instead of you opening the door yourself, he would open it for you, and vice versa. Each of you always waited until the other was ready to eat when the other was late, no matter how late they were. There were times when you two had sex, but it was more of a stress reliever than anything else, and you ended up stocking on Plan-B's and birth control pills as every slight touch of his sent you into a feverish frenzy unlike any other. Satoru had a way of eating you out, but Kento had a way of getting into every hollow and crevice of your body. As he kissed you along every crack and crevice, and especially on the permanent bruises that you acquired in your childhood, he seemed to be calming your heart in an unexpected way, not the way Satoru did, but in a unique and comforting manner.

Eventually, you two began to open up to each other. You told him how you didn't have a good relationship with your family and how they always talked down to you and hit you, making you feel like you were not good enough. Additionally, you told him that your family wasn't in favor of you becoming a teacher in the first place, and that your grandparents believed that women should remain at home and learn household chores. This incident caused you to rebel against your family by sneaking out of the house on the day they planned to set you up with someone and running away. You applied to be a teacher at the university at that time and actually dated someone before Satoru, but he never seemed to care about you that much, so you called it off and focused exclusively on your job. Satoru came into your life, and the rest is history. 

When the two of you were talking on the couch, Nanami looked at you sadly and said, “I'm so sorry that you had to go through all of that.”  

You shook your head. “I'm married to you now, Nanami. At least I should tell you about my life so far.” 

Nanami cleared his throat and said, smiling at you, “Don't forget you're Mrs. Nanami now, so you can call me by my first name.”. Even though you smiled back, you were scared as you started to feel butterflies flutter in your stomach and then decided not to call him by his first name yet until your feelings for him changed.

He sighed and told you about his background: his ancestors came to Japan under dire circumstances from Denmark. Before his family experienced an economic crisis, he stayed close to his family, particularly to his parents; consequently, he had to find odd jobs and work to provide for his parents. Then he met Toji Fushiguro, one of the assassins hired by the Gojo family. After being taken under Toji's wing, Nanami became a skilled marksman, self-taught at archery, and a great student of mathematics. Satoru’s father noticed how skillful he was in his line of work, and offered to pay off the family loans in exchange for Nanami to work for him. Thus, Kento Nanami was admitted to a well-respected school that provided top-notch education while working part-time; as a result, Nanami went to a good school and a good university, all the while perfecting his marksmanship not only with arrows, but also with guns and knives. After establishing themselves financially, his parents moved back to Copenhagen.

The catch? His family didn’t even know what he was doing; they thought he was working a white-collar job after he graduated. He’s doing this so that they can live peacefully, and should he walk out of the job, his parents would die as well. At one point, he was brought to a dilemma when he had to shoot his best friend, Yuu Haibara, because he inadvertently saw Satoru’s father making a trade. Mr. Gojo told him, “He may be your best friend, Nanami-kun, but if he ratted us out, the mission would crumble.” As Nanami spoke the words, “I'm so sorry, Yuu,” with tears in his eyes, Yuu was shot in the heart, thus becoming entwined with the fate of the Gojo family.

Hearing all of this pained your heart and brought tears to your eyes. You approached him and tried to console him by holding his hands in your own. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, and I’m assuming that you didn’t want to break Satoru and me up, did you?” 

Nanami shook his head, “No, because I didn’t want you to go through the same pain I went through, but deeper.” 

Something in you compelled you to hug him tightly for a few moments before pulling yourself away from the embrace; there was a moment when your faces were only a few inches apart and you couldn't help but stare at each other's lips. A ping on your phone startled you both, and you realized it was a text from Satoru inviting you to meet him sometime. While an awkward silence caused you both to shuffle on the couch and you debated whether or not to meet him, you secretly downloaded some language apps on your phone to help you learn Nanami's language.

One Saturday morning, while you were cooking breakfast, Nanami’s parents FaceTimed him and exchanged pleasantries. He then called out to you while talking with his parents, and you ran to him. You were wearing your pink apron on top of your red sweatshirt and black leggings when you waved at an elderly couple on the other side of the screen.

 “Hello, I’m (Y/N) (L/N). Very nice to meet you!” You greeted them chirpily.

Nanami threw a side glance at you and shook his head. “Nanami, you’re (Y/N) Nanami,” he corrected you. He turned across the screen, smiling. “Mor, Far, this is (Y/N), my wife.” 

Mr. and Mrs. Nanami covered their mouths with their hands in shock upon hearing this. “Why did you not tell us?” his mother slightly chided him in Japanese.  

You interrupted your husband just as he was about to continue talking, and said with a smile in Japanese, “It happened so soon that we didn’t get a chance to tell you. We’re so sorry, and I hope you and I get along well.” His parents and you then started a nice, sweet conversation, with Nanami looking at you with a fond smile on his face.

“Excuse me, but I have to go into the kitchen,” you told them before getting up and walking back. You subconsciously listened to their family conversation, but as you paid more attention to it, your stomach sank at what you heard.

“Kento, we don't appreciate you marrying her, let alone not telling us anything about her,” Mr. Nanami said. “I need you to leave her immediately and return to Denmark so that we can marry you to someone else of my choosing.”

“Far, I don't like the way you're talking about (Y/N),” Kento scowled. “She's a strong, independent woman who’s well-educated, loving, caring, kind, and compassionate, and she's clearly better suited to be my wife than anyone you could ever choose for me.”

Their conversation made you angry at his parents, yet, at the same time, it made you smile at Kento for defending you.

You turned off the stove and walked back to the table where Kento was sitting, and surprised the three of them by admonishing both his parents in Danish, “While I appreciate you looking out for your son, Mr. Nanami, you don't know what your son has gone through for the both of you. He's sacrificed a lot for your sake, and now you're criticizing him for making this life-changing decision for himself. He needs your help as we move into the next stage of our lives together.” This caused Kento to look at you in awe, and that's when he saw you in a new light.

After the call with his parents without saying a word, you finished eating your breakfast with Nanami before heading to your room to change. As you were heading out of the house, you told him, “I’m going to meet Satoru. I’ll be late, so don’t wait on me.” You left and closed the door, leaving a concerned Nanami behind. 

Satoru immediately saw you as you reached the cafe where you were both supposed to meet and hugged each other. You then realized that his embrace doesn’t feel warm anymore. It felt like something was missing, or rather, you were missing a certain someone. 

When you two sat down to have lunch together, he put his hand on yours and said, “(Y/N)-chan, I’m so sorry it took me this long. However, I’m going to talk to my parents and leave them behind for you. We’ll run away and spend our lives together, but you have to leave Nanami for this. You’re not to be with him, but with me.” 

For a brief moment, you reflected on the previous eight months of your marriage with Kento, and despite the way it began, eventually, you felt a pull towards him and wanted to dive deeper and deeper into the depths of his heart as you two slept with each other and became vulnerable and raw about your lives with each other. 

You pushed the cerulean-eyed man’s hand aside and, showing your ring, spoke in a sad tone, “Satoru, I truly appreciate what you’re willing to do for me. But, I’m married now, and I’m in love with my husband.” This sudden realization shocked the both of you as you got up from the table. “I have to go. I’m sorry,” you apologized before going back home, leaving a forlorn Satoru behind.

Minutes later, as you were still trying to get home, your mind was filled with thoughts of whether Kento would hate you for leaving him like this. But as you approached the front door, panting, it burst open before a crying Kento came out and engulfed you in a tight embrace. He then cupped your cheeks and kissed you hard, your teeth clicking and tongues swirling around each other. He picked you up by your ass, hooked your legs around his waist, closed the door and took you to your room, still kissing you. You two then fell onto the bed, and, between kisses, you told him moanfully the three words you didn't realize he needed to hear: “I choose you.”

“(Y/N)!” Kento exclaimed, quickly pulling himself away from the kiss. “Do you really choose me? Please say it again if you do.”

You nodded again in response and, with a genuine smile, whispered, “I choose you.”

He smiled back and kissed you again, taking his time with your lips and imprinting the newfound declaration of love in his mind. Kento put his hand on your waist and tried to pull it away, but you kept it there and kissed him more passionately. You were both running your fingers through each other's hair, kissing, embracing, and feeling each other's love radiate from your bodies before you knew it. Kento started kissing your neck, descending slowly until he reached your collar bones and complimented you on your beauty before moving on to your cleavage. You, on the other hand, peppered his neck with kisses and raked your fingers through his blond hair and the undercut, smiling and loving every moment of it.

You then climbed up on top of Kento and removed your light-blue shirt, while he continued to kiss you around the waist. You began pulling up his white t-shirt, running your fingers from his stomach to his chest, as he stood up. Now that you were both feeling passionate, you looked at each other and gave each other another deep kiss. After that, Kento kissed your shoulder and then pulled the straps of your black lace bra down while continuing to kiss you on your shoulders and up to your neck. He then unhooked your bra, which made you smirk naughtily.

“Oh, and Kento, can I tell you one more thing?” you asked, interrupting him from going further, and you heard him hum in reply. You then burst into a smile as you looked at him and said, “I’m not on the pill.”

His eyes widened in surprise at the sudden announcement. “Wait, are you saying…?”

“I’d like you to breed me, Daddy Nanami,” you whispered before you pressed your lips hard unto his, kissing Kento on his head and smelling his doused hair that smells of musk. He kisses your breasts and gently kneads them with his hands as he fervently descends on you. He continued to kiss you, moving his lips down to your navel and pushing you onto your back as he did so. 

Before going down, he began smearing kisses all over your stomach while unzipping and pulling down your pants. He then noticed your lacy black panties, which are his favorite type, and smiled wickedly at you as he kissed your thighs. He then picked both of your legs up and peeled your panties off of you, kissing your toes and slowly working his way up to your thighs. 

“I love you,” you softly moaned, causing your husband to look into your (E/C) eyes and smile.

“Baby, say those three words again for me while I have my sweet dessert,” Kento whispered, and pressed his face in between your wet nether lips, placing kitten-like licks on your clit and sucking on your folds. You let out a string of pornographic-sounding ‘I love you’s as he tongue-fucked you, looking into his brown eyes and intertwining your fingers with his.

As the coil in you started to build up, he removed his slick-covered mouth away from your pussy and wiped it using the back of his hand, before looking at you with pleading eyes. “(Y/N) baby, it’s okay. I’m still here,” he assured you while stripping off his pants and boxers, hissing slightly as his fully-erected cock sprung free and hit his stomach.

“You’re so perfect for me,” Kento muttered, looking at you with doting eyes, as he crawled back onto the bed and in between your legs spread wide. He lined his dick with your entrance and cupped your cheeks.

“I love you too, Mrs. (Y/N) Nanami,” he growled as he thrust his hardened cock inside you, eliciting another moan from your lips. His soft lips then crashed into yours for another passionate kiss, making you want more of him while he continued thrusting inside you deeper and faster. 

As you thought about how you could live this moment forever, Kento whispered in your ear: “(Y/N), my sweet angel, I’m going to make up for lost time and make love to you all night, filling you up and treating you like you deserve to be treated… like my queen.”

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[the-amaranthine]

all too well.

summary: in which toji is a young girl’s first real love.

genre: fluff, slice of life, angst, smut 

wc: 11.4k

tw/cw: sexual themes, age gap, toxic relationship, violence 

I DO NOT OWN JUJUTSU KAISEN. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO GEGE AKUTAMI.

I DO NOT OWN THE SONG ‘ALL TOO WELL (10 MINUTE VERSION)(TAYLOR’S VERSION).’ ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO TAYLOR SWIFT.

notes: hello all, there are no curses in this world. it might not be canon, but i insinuated that toji had megumi when he was about 18-19. if you are confused or have any questions please let me know! 

I highly suggest listening to the “All Too Well (10 Minute Version)(Taylor’s Version)” by Taylor Swift while reading this.

HAPPY READING:)

THE BEGINNING

I walked through the door with you, the air was cold But something ‘bout it felt like home somehow

The young girl first met the thirty-one-year-old Toji Fushiguro when she was the mere age of sixteen. Much to her mortification, they first locked-eyes when she was in mid-cheer/yelling as Megumi, her childhood friend, scored a point. His thirteen-year-old son, Megumi, had been life-long friends with her younger brother and naturally, they played basketball together.

Y/n could not blame all the other mothers of the Grade seven basketball team for the way they ogled him. Toji Fushiguro was the blueprint, all these other dads in their Dickies’ get-ups and bald spots did not even compare, and was a pathetic sight when they stood beside each other.

 Regardless, the young girl was enamored by him, and she was delighted yet somehow embarrassed to know that her father was close friends with him. So, in normal teenage fashion, when she found out there would be a celebratory barbecue hosted by her parents in their house, she hid the whole night after grabbing a mountain of food to binge on and watch Netflix.

Throughout the next two years, the girl had subconsciously pushed Toji in the back of her mind. However, she occasionally sneaks a few glances towards him, especially during their annual camping and beach trips. Nonetheless, the stress of her final two years of high school overwhelmed her, and she put all her focus and efforts into her academics. 

Y/n always dreamed of going to a university miles away from her small hometown. She was a dreamer, she yearned to experience what she had read on the romance books she collected throughout the years. She even hoped to meet a dashing guy majoring in finance, engineering, or even pre-med, and for them to go on cute romantic campus dates. She needed her grades to be exceptional for her to achieve that dream.

By the time of her senior year, she briefly dated one of the boys in her grade. ‘He is nice enough,’ she thought, nothing special, actually there was nothing special with all the boys in her age. Most of them are too immature and a great fraction of them hid their awful odors with the cheapest, yet strongest cologne. To no avail though, as the cologne stays longer on the halls they walk through than after-gym-class bodies.

‘Mr. Fushiguro always smells as if he just walked through a pine forest, the right amount of musk, and the right amount of fragrance,’ she can’t help but compare.

 The young boy she dated, Aoi Todo, was mediocre at best. He made her laugh, but she knew that high school relationships won’t last especially if the other one had plans to move across the country. Regardless, Aoi made her Senior Prom night bearable, and even fun, until it was not. They were sneaking shots of liquor in the boys’ washroom and she made unforgettable memories that night with her friends.

Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze

We’re singing in the car, getting lost upstate

The memories she made that night, however, were bittersweet. Everything was going great until Aoi wanted to advance their already timed relationship further. Y/n wanted to experience what the world has to offer, but she is not losing her virginity in the back of a smelly Ford pick-up truck. So, she made up an excuse of refreshing herself first and ran to the bathroom to call her dad, the woman knew her limitation, she was aware her fun night just ended.

Much to her surprise and utter humiliation, when the call was picked up she could not help but cry and wail begging for her dad to pick her up.

Her dad was not the one on the other end, though. 

Toji Fushiguro first asked exactly where she was, and then explained that her dad is plastered and asleep, alongside your wine-drunk mom and that they would be unable to even get up from their spots on the kitchen counter, unable to even register what Y/n needed done, at that moment.

As she explains the whole situation, a muffled sound of an engine being started and much to her dismay, Mr. Fushiguro will be picking the young girl up himself. She starts to decline his good deed and insisted that walking is fine.

“Why would I let you walk in that beautiful dress sweetheart? This may be a small town, but if my mother were here, she will murder me if I let a young gorgeous girl walk at nine pm.” Toji starts his most likely a fatherly lecture, as the smooth sound of an engine is revving and is probably driving where she stated her location to be. 

“Thank you, Mr. Fushiguro, I am really, so sorry for disrupting your evening.” She says as soon as he pulls up and parks by the gutter where she is sitting down. She knows she is no longer inebriated, but she still checks her breath to see if traces of the several shots she took were still olfactible. She takes off the huge jade hairpin, that her mom insisted goes well with her dress, softly placing it on top of his dashboard. Her brain was about to explode. She did not know if it was because of the stupid pin, or the events of the night.

“Please, don’t call me Mr. Fushiguro, my son already makes me feel old every day. The name’s Toji sweetheart.” He smiles at her and for the first time in her eighteen years of existence, she felt like she was noticed like she was finally an adult. The whole situation felt as if she was a beautiful woman and Mr. Fushiguro was her date. In her romanticized mind, she let herself daydream about that for a couple of minutes, until she saw his lock screen with his freaking teenage son displayed on it. ‘All the hot men are DILFs,’ she amusedly thought. 

“Hey, ya need coffee or something? I think 7/11 is the only one open at this hour though,” he cut off her thinking. As she turns to him, she sees an all-too-knowing scarred grin, as if he is aware of all the details of her night, the variety of the liquor she drank. “I was once a teenager too, you know. I know that may be hard to believe, but I know teenagers didn’t change that drastically that they don’t sneak in contrabands in school dances anymore.”

“Yeah like a million years ago,” she says, realizing deep inside that there might still be a little alcohol in her system, for her to muster the courage to tease the Toji Fushiguro. “Contrabands? You say that as if we were bringing heroin in. It was only alcohol okay?” Again, her stupid filter decided that it wanted to let loose tonight as well. 

She sees another grin in his too handsome face, and goddamn, she would be lying if she did not imagine that moronic grin between her thighs. ‘Must be the alcohol.’ She may be a virgin, but the various romance books that she has read had enough smut in them to make her as experienced as a pornstar, theoretically.

“Okay, whatever you say, darling, so coffee?”

The following night continued without a hitch. She made the wrong assumption that he would drop the girl off as soon as they bought the liquid gold, him paying of course, however when he asked her if she wanted to go home, and she said a flat ‘no,’ he obliged. Never in her eighteen years of existence did she think she would be cruising the empty streets of her hometown Toji Fushiguro alone, but she did not complain. 

Toji, he insisted to call him that, even kept complimenting her throughout the night and into the early morning as they kept talking about everything and nothing, the main topic was her future, and her dreams.

He gave her advice with jokes about his experiences laced in them, and he looked at her as if she was just a woman, not some high school student. The girl was already special in her own right, but this man made her feel like a special woman.

You tell me about your past, thinking your future was me 

Their night cruises became a daily ordeal. She was sneaking out, of course, she did not know how to tell her parents that a confiding friendship was blossoming between the two. Furthermore, she was aware of the horrors that people residing in this town were put through, with the mere reason being rumors. She may be young, but she prides herself on her spatial awareness, an eighteen-year-old high school student hanging out with a thirty-three-year-old man will not be received well by her peers. It also helped that he did not question how she was able to converse with him every night.

One night, in particular, was one for her list of core memories. She remembered mentioning that she had always wanted to sleep under the stars, and she said that when she manages to get a boyfriend in university, she will plan a whole event just for it.

To her surprise and glee, when Toji picked her up there were blankets in the back of his truck. He quietly responds that he wanted to witness the stars tonight. She knows deep inside that this whole effort was to please her. Toji wants to make her happy. She keeps recalling all of the male leads in her romance books and thinks that she should make her own.

‘This does not feel like it is real,’ she ponders with a bright smile. So she chooses to relish at the moment instead, they are both comfortable with touching now, so it is normal for his arm to be wrapped around her shoulders, right? 

She distracts her thoughts by letting his natural heat seep into her. Toji for some reason feels extra sentimental today. He starts telling her about Megumi’s mother and how heartbroken he was when she passed. She has never dealt with a loss of a loved one before, so all she provides him is the comfort of listening. Toji tells her all his plans for the future, how he wishes for Megumi to grow up differently, for him to experience and enjoy his youth while he can. Y/n then interrupts him at that insisting that he too can enjoy his youth.

“Who says you can’t still enjoy your youth, old man? It’s not like your dying in a hospital! Go do what you want to do. Make a damn list for fuck sakes!” Y/n starts rambling about how he doesn’t even look like he has a son, and can still travel the world with his physical build. Toji notes that slight comment about his physical shape and smirks at her. “Here let’s make this list. Knowing you, you’ll just wallow in self-deprecation and not follow my advice.” Y/n follows that statement with a demand, that implies how well she knows of him. Him. 

“Aren’t we bossy today? Don’t mind me here, and continue with this list you’re talking about.” He did not want to make something as juvenile as a bucket list, but for her, Toji will humor it. And that’s how their evening went, and when the alarm for three am rings, the usual time they agreed that he should drive her back to avoid complications sneaking back inside Y/n’s house, she glances at her phone from Toji’s warm, comforting embrace. 

“Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit! Toji, wake up!” She could not believe her eyes, as she stared at the bright glare of her phone. 

“What? What happened? Is it past three?” Y/n did not respond but she did shove her phone in his face. It took six agonizing seconds for Toji to fully read the annoyingly bright white email and another four for him to understand. “Holy shit! You did it, princess.” He was not as elated and excited as her, knowing full well how capable and competent the young woman in front of him is.

 Regardless, Toji knew how happy Y/n is to be accepted into her dream University. So, he happily welcomed the embrace, as she practically straddled his thighs and hugged Toji with such vigor. Toji already knew that what was happening, what he was allowing to happen was wrong. He knew he was already in deep shit when he could not get enough of his best friend’s daughter. What he didn’t know though, was that the absolute horseshit that he dug himself just got deeper as he felt the weight of her whole body on his. And Toji knew there was no going back from drowning when the said girl, planted her lips on his. 

‘I’m fucked,’ he concluded with a smile.

--

Her graduation was the best day ever so far. Not only did she receive the Valedictorian award and perform a speech in front of her peers, but she was given, the best kind of, motivation/reward for her speech by a certain raven-haired individual. Before the ceremony started, they snuck off to one of the empty classrooms and made out for a good ten minutes.

 Then after the ceremony, Toji was so moved by the speech that he rewarded her with his mouth in the back seat of his truck parked in an abandoned road.

 Y/n finally experienced what it would look like to see his scarred, yet handsome, grin between her thighs as he lapped at her juices like a madman. She did not know how, but it seemed like Toji was taking pleasure with this act more than the girl who was receiving it. Even if she had no experience, she wanted to reciprocate, but he declined, explaining that it was her day, and she had been a ‘good girl.’ Y/n felt like cumming again when she heard the last two words he uttered.

That night, it was Toji who couldn’t say no to the image in front of him. That night, Y/n gave him everything, and they did not seem to care about the setting, since they made love for the first time, in the back of his truck, nestled in blankets with the stars the only witness to yet another core memory in this young girl’s life.

 And I was thinking on the drive down, any time now

He’s gonna say it’s love, you never called it what it was 

After another round of absolute bliss, Y/n cannot fathom how she ever called this man in front of her, or as of this moment, behind her, ‘old.’ He is not old; his stamina can attest to that. She saw that her hips and thighs have started to become leaner, a satisfying proof of their endless nights intertwined. He cannot seem to get tired or restless, and as much as she enjoys orgasming at least three times every night, she is silently yearning for their late-night deep conversations instead. Now all Toji seems to do is go deep inside her, and she wanted him to go back to talking about their future, maybe even of their future together. 

She knows that Toji is just trying to savor the little physical time they had together, but does he realize that the more he pounds into her, the less hugging, the less cuddling they have of each other? Even if Toji convinced Y/n that the better University to go to, for them, should be the one that is a one-hour drive away, compared to her dream institution that is a seven-hour plane ride away.

 ‘This way if you were to get sick, or bored your family and I will only be an hour away. We’ll go to you and support you, whenever you want. The support is better, right? That ensures that you’ll finish without any problems. And who wants to go to that University anyway? All you will encounter are a bunch of spoiled brats, who probably only got admitted because they are legacies.’ He reasons with her. The young, impressionable girl agrees after some hesitance. She can still fulfill her dream, right? A degree is a degree. Plus, the image of Toji Fushiguro picking her up on campus is what sealed the deal.

One night, a month away from her big move, she accidentally drops those three words. Albeit it was during sex, and her mind was rattled from her fourth orgasm, but deep down the girl knew that she meant it. Toji on the other hand either did not hear or chose to ignore her words. To avoid her heart from shattering, she convinced herself that he was too focused on the throes of their passion that they were experiencing and he did not hear her say those three important weighted words.

The nightly occurrence continued for the next three weeks. Then for the first time in four months, Toji said that he caught a cold and could not make it to their usual plans.

He did not contact her for the rest of the week. He did not even appear during the going-away party that her parents held for her. She subtly asked Megumi where his dad was, and he responded that his dad was finishing up a project for work, and to tell the young girl that he wished her the best for her future. ‘Her future,’ she notes bitterly. It was no longer ‘theirs.’ 

Throughout the entire night, as she was forced to greet her peers, everyone wished her well-wishes, and some even said that they ‘can already see her succeeding in life,’ she could not help the tears that fell from her eyes like waterfalls. Her parents assumed that she was emotional about the whole move and everyone else assured Y/n that they will visit her apartment when they are in town. As much as she wanted to deny her parents’ assumptions, and as much as she wanted to just scream for everyone to leave her be, or maybe even cry on her mom’s shoulder she could not. She could not even confide in her mother, about her first relationship. 

So, Y/n resulted in the only solution she knew, she formed her advice for herself with the help of the romance books on her bookshelf. Y/n read for the whole night, one reason is to make said advice, but the other reason is that she subconsciously, wanted more time to be away from her reality.

The young girl does not know how to bear, nor handle the surplus of emotions she is experiencing right then. She relished in the comfort of words on the pages in front of her. The pages she read guaranteed a happy ending in the characters’ lives, and she just wanted to live vicariously through the female leads just for a little while longer, to distract herself from feeling the devastation in her life.

That morning as her dad hauls the last of her boxes in the rented moving truck, Y/n made up one last excuse, one out of the many, to procrastinate her departure of this town. A thought that the Y/n from one year ago would never even consider.

 She was under the impression that the male lead in her story, her Toji, would spontaneously show up, and profess his undying love for her, and in front of everyone else to see. She kept waiting for him to say how stupid he has been, and that he does not deserve her forgiveness but, would work for it for the rest of their lives, together.

After waiting for fifteen minutes in the bathroom of her childhood home, she walks down the stairs and seats herself on the passenger seat of the moving truck, with her dad as the driver, and does not look up from her lap the rest of the way to her apartment. She couldn’t even look up when answering her dad’s questions, for fear that if she does, the waterfall that she has been reeling in for the past three agonizing, hours would burst.

Toji Fushiguro did not even show up when she left. His promise of helping her get settled in her new apartment alongside her father, was long gone.

 And I forget about you long enough

To forget why I needed to

She allowed herself to cry about Toji and wallow in her heartbreak for three days. It would’ve been four if only she did not have her first day of University. Steeling herself, she faked the smiles of acknowledgment of seeing the people from her high school around campus.

‘This is exactly what I didn’t want,’ she thinks, as her ‘new’ friend group for university consisted of everyone she went to high school with. They gravitated towards each other, and Y/n cannot avoid them anyways. Everywhere around her were reminders of the past eighteen years of her life. Regardless, Y/n needs to study, she can’t afford another failure in her life. She really will go insane if her academics were to disappoint her too. 

Two months passed, and Y/n could swear she does not feel anything for Toji anymore. ‘Who even is he?’ She persuades herself. 

The young woman has far more important matters to attend to, one being her academics. Her grades have not been exemplary. She pales at the thought that she is not as smart as she thought she was. All she can envision is how everyone will laugh at the high school valedictorian receiving a 48% on her biology exam when she is majoring in Pre-Med. 

She spends her days studying in the library but to no avail. Her average has dropped at an amazingly fast rate if it were not so depressing. Her friends insisted that she just needed to lay off the stress, and invited her to a night out. She reasons that everyone else has better grades than her, maybe she just needed to drink her stress away, like a true university student.

That did not help, especially when she came home, slightly inebriated, to a worried Toji Fushiguro at her doorstep. She determines she had too much to drink again, that when she opened the door and quietly let him in.

“I love you, Y/n. I’m sorry I have been so fucking confused and I will make it up to you. Please I’m sorry-” She wanted to speak to him for the past two months. She wanted to hear his laugh, his voice and wanted to smell his unique scent again. For the first time in two months, he was here in front of her. In the apartment that she is renting because she is an adult now. 

She knows that the situation she made for herself was already catastrophic, but she decides to worry about the consequences later, as she grabs him by the belt, slamming her lips to his eager receiving ones. They did not speak any coherent words that night.

Looking back at it now, the one girl made a mistake. She should have let the guy grovel at her feet first. The male leads always grovels before they receive their rewards, and that is how it leads to happy endings in those damn books. Not the other way around. It should never be the other way around. 

 Cause there we are again in the middle of the night

We’re dancing ‘round the kitchen in the refrigerator light

The following month was euphoric. Since Toji has worked during the weekdays, weekends were spent with him. Usually, he would even make breakfast every Sunday morning. The young girl started to imagine what being his wife entailed, how protective he probably would be if she were to get pregnant. The girl realizes that her ‘list,’ has transformed and most of the goals in the list that she formed during her teenage years, have now been replaced and included her boyfriend, Toji. She cannot wait for her to finish her degree.

She woke up in the middle of the night to find Toji in the kitchen marinating chicken. Fushiguro Toji looked as if he were trying to murder the chicken for the second time around. The sight of this huge burly man doing something as domestic as massaging chicken is something that will be ingrained in her mind forever. She almost dropped to her knees and gave the man a blowjob right then. “What are you doing, love?” 

“What the hell? Why are you awake?” Toji is scowling now, this was supposed to be a surprise for her.

“Well, you weren’t exactly quiet. What are you doing torturing that poor chicken for?” Except, she partly had an inkling toward her lover’s answer and her previous sleepy state left her, as a wave of giddiness replaced it instead.

Toji sheepishly grins then drops his head in embarrassment, “You were so happy that you got an 80% in that one midterm, so I figured we should celebrate. You worked your ass off this past month and I wanted to show you how proud and happy I am of you, s’all.” She absolutely loves it the most when Toji tries to play these things off. 

“I love you, you know that right?”

“The head you gave me earlier was proof enough, Princess-” Toji could not finish his words as the chicken from the roasting pan is dropped, in partner with his girlfriend also dropping in front of him. “If I knew that all I need to do was cook and surprise you around here to get this treatment then, I would have become Gordon Ramsay for you, sweetheart.” 

“And, you ruined it. Goodnight, love.” She starts to walk away, knowing all too well that Toji will always be right behind her.

“Wait, sweetheart! Who do you want me to be? Jamie Oliver? Or maybe you’re secretly into Guy Fieri, huh?” Toji was not able to finish as he hears a door being slammed shut, he follows through very soon after laughter shaking within him, and rewarded his girlfriend instead. 

Three gratifying hours later, Y/n could not even remember what they were celebrating about, too wrapped up in their little version of paradise.

 And there we are again when nobody had to know

You kept me as a secret but I kept you like an oath

“I’m ready,” you turned to Toji, as he raises his eyebrows at you.

“Princess if you are talking about sex, hate to break it to your gorgeous face, but we crossed that boundary many, delightful, times now.”

“No, dumbass. I’m ready to tell my parents about us,” if he reacted to that, he did a great job concealing it, as Y/n could not decipher his expressions. “Think about it, Thanksgiving is coming up and since I am going home for the whole weekend, we should tell my parents then. It is far enough from Christmas so my dad can handle his emotions enough by then for all of us to have a happy holiday time!” Still, there is nothing on his face that states, whether he agrees or not. 

“Okay then, maybe a month before Christmas? It’s just my family and I love and cherish the holidays and I would feel extremely awful if I ruined it. If we wait until after New Year it would only be prolonging everything you know-” the girl starts rambling, her anxiety is through the roof as her lover looks apathetic.

“Let’s not tell them.” Cold, ruthless, not sounding like the warm Toji she was just conversing with about potential pets, not even three minutes before.

“Are you choosing until after my first year then? That’s a pretty good idea actually, just to give them some proof that I can handle a relationship-”

“I mean until maybe after you graduate.” The man in front of her says.

“What? Do you realize that’s four years from now? If we can even keep this a secret for four years, my parents will be devastated, Toji. Not to mention I still have medical school!”

“I think it’s what’s best.” The warm man she had beside her was no longer present. In front of her is an authoritative figure instead. As always, uttering the word ‘no’ is physically difficult in front of Toji Fushiguro.

“Promise?” 

“Yes, Y/n, I promise.” No princess, no sweetheart, no darling, just Y/n. She was not dumb, she could tell from that moment on that he had no plans anytime soon, and it had nothing to do with her being in the first year. This time memories of her two months of pain that she suffered while he was gone flashed before her eyes.

“You know I love you right, Toji?” she abruptly exclaims, it was almost comical how desperate that confession was.

“Me too, sweetheart.” Nevertheless, nothing was more comical about his reply.

 Maybe we got lost in translation

Maybe I asked for too much

But maybe this thing was a masterpiece

Til’ you tore it all up 

Every year during the holidays Toji and his son would come by during the 24th and spend their dinner at Y/n’s household. Most years Toji would get wasted with her father in the basement, and Megumi would sleep over in her younger brother’s room. 

Y/n optimistically starts planning ways to affectionately be with Toji without getting caught. Even if she disagreed with his decision, she still respected it, respected him. She convinced herself that Toji had more experiences with relationships; therefore, he knew far better and only wanted to protect Y/n. As she was smiling like an idiot while cutting the onions, her mother lets her know about the change of plans.

In contrast to all the other years, this year Y/n’s younger brother had to sleep on the living room couch since his room is being renovated. Her mom insisted for Megumi to bunk with her since he was a guest, and she hesitantly obliged. She was silently cursing her fourteen-year-old self for choosing a freaking bunk-bed, which ultimately makes all the guests reside in her room. She was planning on trying to sneak her lover into her room this year. She wanted to witness just how creative Toji’s mind is, with a bunk bed as a prop.

This year though, it seemed that the Fushiguro duo would be going back to their house tonight.

Or rather the Fushiguro trio.

 It had been years of constant nudges from her parents to get him to date again, and this year it seems Toji Fushiguro finally grew tired of the endless suggestion of women from her mother that he felt the need to bring a date. 

 One who is most definitely not Y/n.

There was a constant constriction of her heart the moment she saw the trio laughing, seated on her dinner table because the trio looked like a family. Y/n thinks that she found a new medical phenomenon, because surely this emotion, this heartbreak that she was encountering for the second time around should not have any physiological effects. Yet it does. She could not be surer what was taking more effort, keeping her tears at bay, or stopping herself from abruptly shouting that she was having a heart attack.

Y/n is healthy, there was no history of illnesses but if you tell this woman that she had heart angina right now, she would not hesitate to believe it.

As cliché as it sounds, this woman is everything that Y/n is not. Shoko Ieiri, she learned her name, is a surgeon. She is mature looking, she laughs so goddamn gorgeously, the laugh that is fucking angelic, makes Y/n want to throw up. To add salt to her aching wound, this woman mentions that she is twenty-nine years old. A better pairing for Toji’s age of thirty-five years old. She laughs bitterly at one of her jokes, and she can’t help but be in her fourth wine glass of the night. It is only seven pm. She reaches for her ninth glass when her parents ask how they met. 

Toji had been cheating on her. They met during November, Shoko mentions, and she felt like she should be admitted to a mental institution. Had Toji had just been a figment of her imagination during those cold November days? Did she just blackout and make roasted chicken for herself? Did she pretend that somebody else fixed her bathroom sink? Y/n knows the truth though, she knows of the countless selfies in her phone, all consisting of Toji, pictures with dates that disproves her self-diagnosed insanity.

She realizes that it would doubtlessly be less painful if she had truly gone mad than to face the reality that Fushiguro Toji, her lover, cheated on her.

Y/n hides away in her room for the rest of the evening feigning a cold, she could see that her mother saw through her lies, nevertheless, Y/n’s mother supported her, even brought up some warm soup in her room. “When will you tell your mother, you got yourself a boyfriend?” Her mother, a woman in her middle ages lightly asks her. 

This question though makes Y/n sit straight up from her bed to look at her mother intensely, then concluding that she cannot hide anything from her mom. “It was nothing serious on his end.”

“And what about yours?” And that was the final arrow that Y/n’s dam of tears welcomed as it bursts in front of her mother. Y/n starts apologizing, but her mother hushes her. “Do not worry about Christmas right now, worry about your feelings. You are as perfect as they come, but you have one flaw, darling. You do not let yourself feel your emotions. You try to please everyone but always fail to please who matters the most. And that would be you, my love.

“Now what you need to do now, is to pick yourself up after tonight. Let tonight be the only time you cry about some disgusting college boy who has barely finished puberty, sweets, understand?” There it is, she thought she can finally tell her mom everything if her mom was already aware of everything, but she hoped wrong.

Y/n is not about to deny that the person she is crying for is not some teenager, he is a grown man who has a child. Maybe years later, when this has all blown over she can finally laugh about this and tell her mother who it was. Maybe in the future, someone else will hold her heart and this event is merely something she shares with her most intimate lover as an anecdote. She first has to move on though.

For the rest of the holidays, Toji did not even glance her way, much less speak to her. She remembers how many times they talked about the holidays together, about how Toji once mentioned how excited he was to spend the 25th waking up next to Y/n. Now, Toji did not even wish her a ‘Merry Christmas.’ 

This holiday season, in particular, is not landing on her list of core memories.

 And you call me up again

Just to break me like a promise

So casually cruel in the name of being honest

 The winter semester flew by, it was gratifying to finally say she finished her first year of university. For the past five months, Y/n took her mother’s advice and let herself feel. It was awful, not at all like the movies. There were no hot baths with wine, there was no crying prettily in bed with a pint of ice cream, none of her friends offered to go to parties with her, since no one knew she was even in a relationship, let alone was going through a breakup.

This awful, agonizing, journey was lonely, to the point that she felt the need to clarify and belt to everyone going through a breakup that it was not pretty. It should not be romanticized. It is an ugly process, that was made uglier by her choices of keeping the whole relationship privy to only her and Toji.

She wanted to say that she is over Toji, but she cried over washing her damn bed sheets in February, cried every time she saw the damn chicken roasting pan, that she threw it away. If it weren’t for her classes, she wouldn’t even get up, and would rather choose to stare at her ceiling, imagining scenarios of Toji choosing her, of Toji announcing to everyone during Christmas dinner how in love he was with Y/n. 

During March, she realized how funny it was that just before they left for the holidays Toji could not keep his hands off of her and kept whispering his love in her ear. 

Now she wasn’t even sure he loved her in the first place. 

During April, he called. Y/n has never thrown her phone so fast. She was not ready to even speak with him, regardless of whether it was an apology or not. She left her apartment that night and spent her night in a coffee shop reading a book. 

She knew that if she was not separated from her phone, she would forgive Toji without a doubt. As pathetic as it is, Y/n can admit to herself that she still sees a future with him. She can still picture that damned house he promised her. Fortunately now, she matured, or maybe her love for him has lessened, but now she can control herself enough to not jump for the scraps that he gives her. She willed herself to be immersed in the fictional tale in front of her.

She will worry and think about Toji tomorrow.

 But I’m in a new hell every time you double-cross my mind

Y/n is an idiot and fucking arrogant, even toss in a moron. She is arrogant that she thought she was over Toji Fushiguro as she sees him for the first time in six months, during their annual beach trip. She is a goddamned idiot to believe that these six months of healing she painfully went through, was enough for her to witness the sight of Toji’s shirtless self. His biceps and abs were on full display in front of her. She begins to recall just exactly what those biceps are capable of. She is a moron for being happy that the woman he was with is no longer with him and she was on cloud nine when Megumi confirmed they broke up during February.

As much as she wants to jump in those scrumptious biceps that she unfortunately missed, she chose to spend her day by the seaside reading a book. Which led her to meet Noritoshi Kamo. This young man held quiet confidence, a huge contrast to Toji bursting with it, and Y/n was enamored by it. She was nineteen, she can play beach volleyball with guys and her parents’ would not mind. She can also go to said guy’s beach house, which looks like a nice distraction from the wooded cabin that her parents rented.

Y/n is nineteen, so there are no consequences in making out with a guy she just met in his bathtub. He was respectful too, he asked if she wanted to have sex with him, and the moment he saw the hesitation in her silence, he insisted that they watch a movie instead. For the first time in her life, Y/n felt like she was more than her body. Noritoshi might have just been turned off by her, however, she instantly felt giddy that he listened to her, that he observed her expressions and respected them. So Y/n could not help but daydream about Noritoshi, on her walk home, with a moronic grin on her face. 

“Princess, I’m sorry.” Y/n will not turn around. She spent the last six months picking her shattered heart off the floor because of that deep voice. She was finally okay! How dare Toji disrupt her happiness with his presence again. So, Y/n continued to walk to her cabin. “Please, let me explain. I missed you so much.” It was already established earlier that Y/n was an idiot, so she listened to his explanation.

He said that what he had with Shoko was nowhere near the intensity he experienced with you. He also mentioned that for the past five months, he has been trying to fix himself to be worthy of her again. Toji said that ever since Christmas, he could not seem to forget the heartbroken look on Y/n’s face. It has haunted him till this day. He asks for one more chance. He wanted to at least atone for his mistakes. “I want to be able to get you smiling prettily again, sweetheart. Even if you choose not to be with me anymore, I just want you to be happy. You’re so mature for your age, and you don’t deserve someone like me.”

“One last chance. And you have to do something before I even consider talking to you again.” She is just further proving her thesis that Y/n is a goddamned idiot.

You said if we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine

And that made me want to die

It was chaos. 

 When Toji decided to tell Y/n’s dad, his best friend, about their relationship, the latter serenely got up and docked the other man in the face. Then he walked out the door. “Dad please, I am sorry!” It was terrible damage control, she already knew her father’s temper. She sees her mother shaking her head from her place on the counter. ‘The worst is done,’ she foolishly thought. 

 Y/n had no time to grieve, as tears cloud her vision. What made matters worse though, is that the two teenage boys heard everything. “Are you fucking kidding me? She just graduated high school last year. You’re fucking sick.”  Megumi looked at the two lovers in distaste, rapidly walking to the front door, his dad hot on his heels, however, Y/n’s mom stops him and tells Toji to give his son some time.

Y/n learns from her brother that Megumi has had a crush on Y/n for several years now. Her mom and her brother knew about it, even teased Megumi about her. Her mom only found out after the holidays when Megumi apologized to her mom for even sleeping in the same room as him. Megumi innocently thought that he was taking advantage of Y/n by simply sleeping on the bottom bunk. He was not aware of the antics that his father had done with her.

 Everything was too fucked up. Is this why Toji did not want to tell anyone? Was she too selfish to wish for everyone to know how happy her relationship with Toji was? 

No one showed up to the supper apart from Y/n and her mother. The silence that engulfed the dinner table was such a devastating contrast from all the other years filled with laughter. Gone were the corny jokes from her brother and father. Megumi’s silent, but comforting nature was gone, Toji was off somewhere cooling off. Her mother has not spoken a word to her, but the disappointment was oozing out from the middle-aged woman.

She did this. She needed to fix it.

---

She found Megumi by the docks tossing rocks at the water. Y/n knew that she should talk to Toji first, but the young girl was compelled to walk up to Megumi. She wanted to personally apologize to him. On a positive note, she could tell that Megumi noticed her presence, and he did not seem to leave his place at the mere sight of her. She took that as a sign that he was allowing her to speak to him. “Megumi, I just want to say I am so sorry. I did not know of your feelings for me,” she did not know how to start, before Megumi was Toji’s son, he was one of her childhood friends. She could not remember a day in the summer that she would not spend without Megumi and her brother around town. “I’m not here to feed you lies, not anymore, we have been lying to you all for so long, that you deserve the truth.

“Your father and I first started last year near the end of my senior year, it just sort of happened. We found a camaraderie of some sorts, and it blossomed into something more. It surprised us both, and we did now know how to tell anyone, especially you. So, we kept it a secret. For that, I am sorry. I know I’m the last person you probably want to see with your dad, and I get it. I’m aware of our age gap. But we love each other, Gumi. I don’t know what I would do, without him.”

“He already explained or tried to. I’m not mad because my father got to the girl I’ve liked since I was seven, first. I’m angry at how stupid you are. He cheated on you. I saw that look on your face during Christmas. Maybe even then I already had an idea of your relationship, but he fucking cheated on you. Why are you getting back to him? And why the hell are you talking to his son, and trying to get me to forgive both of you?”  By the end, Megumi has raised his voice, surprising Y/n since Megumi was always the quiet one.

“Growing up you taught us calculus, trigonometry, fucking chemistry, yet you can’t even assess how fucking idiotic your decision has been?” Y/n chooses to not say anything, she understands that Megumi needed to let all his pent-up anger out. If Y/n needed to hear all these hurtful words, she would let him, she did create this mess. “You are supposed to be the smart, and sensible one. What the hell happened to you? What has my dad been brainwashing you with for you to believe all the words that come out of his mouth?” Then there was a silence. It lasted five minutes and Y/n assumes that Megumi had said what he wanted to say, so she decided to conclude their conversation with a final word.

“Gumi, your dad loves you, he tells me so every time. He never fails to mention that he is looking forward to seeing what you are capable of in the future. He knows how great of a man you’ve become. If you cannot forgive me or accept me that’s alright, I will live with it. For your dad’s sake please just hear him out, you do not need to forgive him right away, just listen for a while. “ 

“It should’ve been anyone else. Why did it have to be you?” Y/n did not know how to answer that, so with a final apology and a squeeze of his shoulder, the young girl began to descend the dock. “Does he make you happy?” 

The girl turns at that question, “Yes he does. I’m in love with him. He loves me too. But please know that I do not expect anything from you, okay?” The young boy did not turn back. No recognition that the conversation even happened in the first place.

 ----- 

She finds Toji in his truck. He was sitting on the driver’s seat with his head bent down on the wheel. He looks to be asleep, but Y/n knew better, Toji could not even get a wink of sleep if Megumi is mad at him for not letting him go to a party, let alone for fucking his first love. Again Y/n did not know how to start the conversation, so she opted to grab his hand resting on the middle console instead.

In her romance books, whenever the leads suffered through conflict, all they had to do was a hug and console each other, then, miraculously, the problem will be solved. What life had been teaching the young girl is that the tropes she sees in romance books cannot be applied to real life. That instead of Toji crying on her shoulder and her comforting him by kissing his forehead, her lover swatted her hand instead. ‘I did this, this is all my fault. I cannot cry about this.’ “I’m sorry, love, I know you were trying to avoid this--”

“If you knew then why the hell did you still force me?” That was a punch to the fucking gut, she was sure of it. Her heart started doing its usual thing again, it was vibrating and palpitating all at the same time. She chooses to ignore it since she needed to be there for Toji. “I’m sorry that came out wrong. Everything has just become a shit-show, and my mind is currently in fuck-town, right now. I love you, okay?” 

“I’m sorry, I thought we could at least make my dad listen, and I had no idea that Megumi liked me.” 

“He yelled at me y’know? When I dropped by him earlier, he shouted that I stole the girl he loves from him. Fuck, my son and I fighting over a girl? Never thought I’d see it.” The statement would have been funny as he intended, but there was anger and bitterness laced with the word girl and that made Y/n want to cry all over again.

However, as always, Toji went the extra mile. In the past, Y/n welcome all of Toji’s extra efforts, not this time though. “If we had just been closer in age, there wouldn’t be any of these shitty problems.” ‘If she had only been older,’ she can hear and interpret what Toji meant by that statement. 

And that made the young girl want to die. 

 You who charmed my dad with self-effacing jokes

 He lied to her dad.

The main reason that Y/n’s dad got angry at Toji was that he was under the right impression that Toji cheated on his daughter with Shoko. So, Toji lied and said that they had broken up, and him showing up to Christmas with another woman was to help Y/n move on to her new guy. ‘I would have done the same, my father will never accept him, and he was only trying to help me so my father will speak to me again, I wanted this,’ she keeps repeating over and over in her head.

---

A month passed, and her father was finally talking to her again. After another month, he invited Toji, her dad said that he needed to have a long conversation with his best friend and left it at that. After another month, he invited the Fushiguro-duo for dinner. 

Megumi didn’t show. 

As the night ended, she was elated to hear that her dad and Toji had been laughing in her basement. All her hardships, all their hardships had paid off. Y/n felt that this was a turning point in her life. 

A core memory. 

The idea you had of me, who was she?

A never needing ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you

Y/n tried to keep this one rumor to herself, even denied it when her high school friend mentioned it to her concern lacing their voices. What Y/n couldn’t do though, was deny the said rumor when it came from her fucking mother. 

After Y/n’s mother heard from her friends that they saw, the Toji Fushiguro, in a city three hours away from their hometown, with a woman on his lap, she gave her college daughter a visit.

Her mother wanted to be the first to break it to her daughter, but she was not aware that the rumor have already landed on her ears. She found Y/n in her apartment, typing up her Biology LAB report as tears were streaming down her face. She confessed to her mother, then, it may have to do with the weight of school, or it may have to with the fact that she’s seeking for her mother to help cure her of the constriction in her heart. 

That night, she fell asleep to her mother’s voice as the older lady rocked her little girl who was clutching her heart, in great, physical pain. 

---

“You are supposed to be my peace! Why do you always need to bring up all that bullshit! If I knew being with someone so fucking young will bring me this many problems I would have found someone mature instead.” This was the sixth fight of the week. However, Y/n could not help it. Since her relationship has now been brought forth to the public eye, everyone had an opinion on it, some even gave her warnings.

At first, Toji was patient at calming her doubts and insecurities, but as it raged on, he quickly grew distant, closed-off, to the point that everything Y/n said to him was whining. 

This instance was different, there is evidence of his infidelity. Her mother’s friends were intelligent enough to capture the moment that he is being accused of. She knew there was a photo, that what her friend was saying is true, but she refused to believe it until her mother shoved the image down her throat.

“Oh sorry, was I supposed to jump in fucking glee, after seeing you with another woman? My goddamn bad, seems I’m whining again. My insecurities somehow conjured and photoshopped a woman on your fucking lap, just so I could pick a fight with your pathetic ass.” The tears were uncontrollable now. She promised herself she wouldn’t cry during this confrontation, Toji will not take her seriously if she shows how immature she is. 

“This is bullshit, you want me to say sorry? I’ll say sorry, but you know I only love you.” 

“No, I don’t need your half-assed apologies. We’re done, Toji.” As she pushes him out of his apartment, she continues, “Don’t even think about coming back to my life again. If you ever had a sliver of care for me, you’d never show your face ever again.”

“Care? Princess, I fucking love you. We’ve been through this before. Please don’t just end what we have by this. That woman was no one and she doesn’t even compare to you, just one more chance, please. I was drunk and I missed yo-” Y/n slammed the door in his face, and forced herself to walk to her bed.

Another night of staring at the ceiling, she concludes to no one but herself. 

 Time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it

I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it.

The first time they broke up, time flew by. The second time they broke up, her second semester, distracted her. This time, on their third break up, and hopefully the last, it was after the end of her last final exam, during the second semester of her second year. She had no exams, papers, or reports to lose herself to. Her lease was up in her apartment, so she had to go back to her hometown. Her parents insisted, especially her mother, not wanting her only daughter to go through all of the summer vacations, alone and heartbroken.

The other reason she was forced to go back to her childhood home was that her younger brother is graduating high school. Just because she almost become the stepmother of her brother’s best friend and was heartbroken because of it, does not mean she is excused from this huge of a milestone that her brother accomplished.

So, she faked a smile and forced herself to think about her brother during their family photos. She even grew the courage of congratulating Megumi on his achievements. And of fucking course, Toji Fushiguro was near him when she said that. The relationship between them was strained, and she could only hope that it would someday get better. 

Maybe she has finally grown numb from the pain. There was a dull ache in her chest, but nothing that she could not handle. When she saw Toji, she expected to be flustered, to even burst into tears. What she didn’t expect was for her to feel empty. Numb even. The young girl did not know if it was the good or bad kind.  

But you keep my old scarf from that very first week

cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me

After nights of bliss spent with Toji, she knew one thing about him. Toji Fushiguro is a sadist, he likes inflicting pain on her during sex, and she loved it. But she did not know that Toji is also a sadist outside the bedroom.

She remembers that hairpin. It was the hairpin she wore to her senior prom night. It was that same jade hairpin that is pinned to his fucking suit today at his son’s graduation. Y/n now feels some hatred bubbling inside her because once again, Toji found another way to hurt her. And once again she let him hurt her.

They did not speak that night, she was preoccupied. It seems that the whole town was aware of what transpired between them, and kept steering her out of Toji’s general direction.

The last of Toji that she sees was him looking heartbroken by the school parking lot gutter. Where it all started. ‘Fuck you, fates,’ she curses the goddamn fate that seems to be toying with her life with all of these heart-wrenching reminders. It seems like fate was also a sadist too.

 After plaid shirts days and nights when you made me your own,

Now you mail back my things, and I walk home alone.

‘Toji Fushiguro is one fucking cowardly man.’ That is what the young girl wanted to say, however, this is her wish right? She explicitly told him to never show his face again to her.

So why does it feel as if her heart has been forcibly ripped out when it was not Toji, but Megumi, that went by her childhood home, that night? 

It was like she expected Toji to grovel at her feet. Even if she rejects the thought, her mind still drives back to the examples she sees in her novels. By this time, the male lead should have fought anything and everyone, just to get a glimpsed at the female lead. The male lead is usually at his knees, begging her parents to let them see their daughter one last time. 

Because it was one last time. Y/n spontaneously applied to her dream university the night of her brother’s graduation. She most especially, did not think she would get the acceptance letter, but here she was, all packed up and ready to restart what should have been her journey initially. Truthfully, it was not all Toji’s doing, the rumors of ‘Y/n the pitiful girl,’ just became too much one night, and the next thing she knew, her mother was handing her the acceptance letter from the mail. Also, Y/n thought that if she did not separate herself from the comforts of her town soon, she would regret this decision a decade, maybe even half of that, later.

So here she was, as she just got back from a final walk around her town. A final glance at was once what she considered to be her home. Y/n realized that she has now outgrown this town. As she listened to the mellow beats played on her AirPods, she spots a raven-haired man. But to her bitter disappointment, it was not the one she so badly needed to see. It was his son. 

“Hey, I’m sorry, I was just about to drop these off here, and not even disturb you.” Megumi starts, she realizes that Megumi lost the usual crack and high intonation in his voice. It was all manly, and deep now. She smiles at how grown Megumi has gotten throughout the years. 

“Thank you, ‘Gumi.”

“You’re really moving?”

“Word travels fast, huh?” 

“No! Your brother told me about it.” He was scrambling words now, and she chuckles at how different, yet still the same Megumi has become.

“I’m just teasing you. This must be all from him, hm?” She sees Megumi pale in comparison, and she forces out what she hopes to be a comforting laugh. Just because she was hurt, doesn’t mean the people around her have to suffer too. “I’m fine, Megumi. You don’t have to tiptoe around me. I’m a grown woman, and what Toji and I had was between us. There is no reason for any of you to get involved, alright?” 

“These were all packed in a box in the garage. I wasn’t sure if you wanted it back, but I figured you might so I brought them here.” ‘Packed in a box already?’ How heartless can Toji be more? It hasn’t even been a year and he’s already packing the girl’s things away. The girl can’t even force herself to touch, let alone pack some of his hoodies. “If you don’t want them, I could throw them away, if you’d like?” 

“Thank you. It’s okay, I appreciate the effort, ‘Gumi.” It’s time, she concurs. “Do you mind waiting here as well? I have a few things you could take back, if that’s alright with you.” 

“Of course, it’s no problem.” She smiles again as she went up the stairs. Toji Fushiguro might be a coward, but so is she. She tries to deny it, but the mere fact that she is also using his freaking son, who is younger than the once lovers, as a median, since they were both too scared or maybe even ashamed to see each other. 

Quickly grabbing the assortment of hoodies in her closet, she tries to neatly fold each one, however, it was increasingly getting difficult as with each second, her visions continues to get even cloudier.  

 Her mom finds her inside her bedroom shaking and once again silently crying. The girl’s mother wordlessly squeezes the young one’s shoulder and takes care of the several hoodies folding and refolding them herself. After a few silent breaths and soft words of encouragement from her mother, she once again steels herself and finds Megumi seated at the couch. 

“I’m so sorry for making you wait. This should be everything. Thank you so much for doing this for me, Megumi. I’m sorry we turned you into a messenger-” 

“Please don’t apologize. I chose to do this, okay? Call it seeing my first love one last time. This is how your stupid novels do closure, right?” She laughs at that, always the considerate Megumi, even if he tries to hide it. “I know this last year has been tough on you, and I definitely did not help with that, but still, I hope you enjoy your life from now on. If anyone of us deserves it, it’s you.” Megumi has once again surprised her and brought her tears. The lucky girl that one day he will give his heart to, will be so content and happy with this boy, this man now.

“I’ll miss you, ‘Gumi. You’ve done me no wrong you understand? Actually, even until this day, I’m so grateful you accepted me and forgave me. Thank you, I hope you both enjoy University!” He starts blushing, it might have been unnoticeable if his ears didn’t turn into a scarlet-crimson color. The girl chooses to not tease him about it.

“Anyways, it’s not like I’m off to Narnia, feel free to call me anytime, okay? Especially when you start Organic Chemistry, I can already hear you both whining about it.” One last little smile was shared between the two childhood friends, as the young man starts walking away.

“Hey, Y/n!” She was about to close the door when she heard Megumi yell out to her.

“Yeah?”

“Let’s get coffee when we can both pay for our bills, yeah?”

“Of course, as long as you’re paying!”

Megumi’s initial words fell from his mouth. Your brother and I are planning to join a frat!”

“I’ll kick your ass, Megumi!” yelled the girl, a playful smile gracing her face.

Megumi left it at that, choosing to not hear her answer. He wanted to say more, was planning to do more. But his growing maturity stopped him, the second he heard her soft cries when she was grabbing his dad’s leftover clothes. Although he was left unsatisfied with the outcome, he still felt happy, that he was able to make her laugh, one last time.

He was content to be able to witness that breathtaking, radiant smile, even if it was the last time.

‘Still the beautiful, beautiful, Y/n.’

----

Clutching the items in the box that Megumi gave her, she stared at the bonfire in her backyard. One by one she threw the various clothing items, the stuffed bear, her skincare items that had been missing for months now, and finally her wool blanket that Toji must have stolen. She wanted to keep this blanket, however, it smells too much of pine, too much of Toji and she knew she had to separate it from herself. 

As the last contents were thrown in the fire, someone squeezes her shoulder and realizes it was her dad. Giving him a satisfied smile, she tried to comfort her father, as a silent apology was said between them. They both had wronged each other, Y/n even more than her father, and she was extremely grateful, that even though everything, he still supported and loved her.

That love will be enough for her to continue until she can ultimately love herself, the journey will probably be one hell of a shit-show, but she’s been through it before. Y/n will now learn to love herself.

The next time she sees Toji Fushiguro would be six years later.

I’m a soldier who is returning half her weight

‘Y/n Y/Ln, M.D.’ 

She has achieved her dream, was even residing in the big old city she’s always dreamed of escaping to.

Her mother berates her all the time that she should go back to dating. Y/n still refuses to date. She does not find anyone interesting enough, or if she were to go further with a man, she can easily foretell the red flags that came along with the them. Her therapist told her that she had commitment issues.

She didn’t deny the fact though, she even took pride in it. What others describe as commitment issues, Y/n saw it as protecting her heart. She promised herself that she would no longer let anyone unworthy, in the vicinity of it.

Plus, everyone bored her, since she’s acquired the title, ‘Dr.’ Y/n’s already pathetic dating scene, decimated. Most of the men she sees are far too intimidated that her paycheck is twice as much as theirs and that she was intelligent enough to see through their bullshit. So, six years later, at the age twenty-seven years old, Y/n has given up on dating altogether. She has grown into a logical, perceptive young woman, a far contrast from the gullible, and forgiving young girl she once was.

Just between us, did the love affair maim you too?

Toji Fushiguro has not changed in the six years they have been apart. Yet, his appearance has grown significantly different. He looks older, matured, which is the reality, seeing as the man is now forty-two years old, when Y/n sees him in the emergency room of the hospital she is currently working on. The ailment is not with him, rather his wife, it seems, is in labor.

 And Y/n is the only on-call doctor that is available at the moment.

She knew that she had moved on, even celebrated it three years ago, during her birthday. But seeing Toji in her trauma room, clutching his wife’s hand with an expecting baby on the way, left a bitter taste in her mouth. To fate’s amusement, this wife is Shoko Ieiri, and she definitely still remembers Y/n, if the woman’s shock had any say in it. She wonders if it was her in that position, would she let her husband’s ex-girlfriend deliver her baby?

Throughout the years, Y/n learned the wonderful method of compartmentalizing. She had been unconsciously doing the said method during her high school years, so adapting to it has been easier for her than most. This little trick of her is what made her become an amazing doctor. She has always been praised for her cut-throat mind that only focused on the patient as a patient and nothing more. 

So, the fact that she is now at the Charge Nurse’s desk begging to be put off the case with the reason as ‘conflict of interest,’ is admitting defeat. She does not know if she can give Shoko Ieiri the best care possible, when one glance at her husband and she feels something weird in her stomach. Probably from seeing her first love for the first time in years. Is this feeling what Megumi meant before? 

Much to her dismay, though, all the other residents and attendings were occupied. The charge nurse told her to suck it up, and hands her the additional file on Shoko Ieiri’s pregnancy. She was even more fucked, because Shoko Ieiri has had four miscarriages, this will be a difficult birth. Even more so that this pregnancy is only 34 weeks in gestation, making this baby very premature. ‘Just fucking great.’

“Good afternoon, I’m Dr. Y/Ln, and I will be the doctor in charge of your birth today,” she starts, pretending they were strangers they just met. “I understand that you have had a difficult time with your pregnancies, and I have read your files, as well. If you allow me to, I would like to give you my medical opinion.”

“You want to do a C-section correct?” Shoko starts, “If you read my file, you could see that I have advised all of my doctors to have that as the last resort. I will have this child, naturally.” ‘Where the fuck did this woman get her degree? She knows her risks and still chooses to go with her wishes, fucking stupid,’ she could not help but judge the woman in front of her. 

“I understand-”

“Y/n.” This time it was Toji that started speaking. “Do what you think is best.” His wife starts protesting, Toji looks to be in excruciating pain. “Save them both, please.” That shuts her up. 

“It’s Dr. Y/Ln. Please respect that. And as much as I appreciate your input, I cannot physically do anything, until her consent is given, not yours. I would like to give you two several minutes to discuss this, but I must implore you how fatal your situation is Mrs. Fushiguro. For the sake of your baby and your own, please reconsider your choice.”

Y/n allowed herself twenty minutes to stare mindlessly on the roof-top.

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As soon as Ieiri gave her consent, she was rushed to the operating room, with Y/n in tow. As they were near the elevators, Toji stops Y/n from entering, “Please whatever differences you have with me, do not involve her.” 

The young woman has never felt more offended and disrespected in her life. “Contrary to your belief, Mr. Fushiguro, I have never let my personal life, intercede with my work. I am a professional and I take my work seriously. If you think for one second, I would further complicate your wife’s already awful conditions because you are under the delusion that I am not over you, you are mistaken. I am no longer that nineteen-year-old girl. I never jeopardize any of my patients. I will do everything in my ability to help your wife’s care. I do not care if you do not trust me, you are not the one I am treating.”

She was satisfied at that since, she left Toji Fushiguro’s slacked jaw figure at the waiting-room.

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After minor complications, Mrs. Fushiguro gave birth to an underweight, yet healthy baby girl. Y/n quickly congratulated the couple and left the room. She deserved a drink.

She saw that Toji wanted to speak to her, however, with respect for the woman who just gave birth, and the beautiful child between the two, she chose to leave the room, giving Toji no choice, but to respect her unspoken wishes.  

It’s not that she bore any ill feelings towards the two. Witnessing the birth of Toji’s daughter proved that, what she felt when she initially saw the couple was only of shock and frazzledness. Y/n just chose to maintain the peace that she has painfully established after many years. And that’s alright, sometimes, all one needs is to space themselves out. 

There are some battles that one could win by simply avoiding them and not fighting. There is a negative stigma towards ‘running away,’ but in some cases, it is the best method of action. As the young girl persevered through Medical school, she witnessed a lot of her peers ‘giving up,’ and walking away, yet she never once blamed or made fun of them. Accepting failure and disappointment is a feat not all can say, that they can do. She learned to admire that and has now been applying it in her daily life. If something is not for someone, it is also quite alright to simply give up on that one thing. The person is not giving up on themselves, they are deducing that they have outgrown a matter, and that’s perfectly fine. 

For the longest time, she was under the impression that Toji Fushiguro was the greatest love of her life, even after they parted ways. It was only years later, after seeing him become a father once again, that she truly felt satisfied with her actions and decisions. Over the years, there were little moments of weakness sprouting questions of ‘what if?’ There was always an enemy inside her head, whispering to at least try again. Whenever that side pops in attendance, she made sure to work double-shifts. 

This memorable milestone solidified that this is where she is meant to be. This is where there were both supposed to be. Y/n, after years of mental battles, finally understands, that the fates still favored her in a way, for this is her version of closure. It was as if most of the invisible weight was relieved from her shoulders. It was not all gone, but it was nothing compared to what it was initially.

And she could not help but be satiated and gratified. Their hardships actually amounted towards something. Something far greater than each other. 

“The ends really do justify the means, I guess.” 

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The last person she intended to see turned the corner and met her eyes. Seeing as they left on a neutral note, she gave him a professional, yet warm smile, acknowledging his presence. Y/n longed for the luxury of her apartment right now, but she could spare time for the handsome, and towering definitely grown man in front of her.  He must have been on the same wavelength as her. “Hey, if you are free, let’s get that coffee, after I visit them? Looks like you got your bills all handled, now. Maybe even some of that sappy nostalgia?”

“I’d love to.” She answered back with the same radiant smile that shone upon him from all those years ago. “It was really nice seeing you, Megumi.” 

“And you as well.” 

Wind in my hair, I was there

Down the stairs, I was there

Sacred prayer, I was there

It was rare, I was there

 I remember it all too well.

THE END 

OR IS IT? 

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She’s been spending the last eight months, (eight years actually,)

Thinking all love ever does, is break, and burn, and end.

But on a Wednesday, at a cafe, (or more like the hospital cafeteria,)

She watched it Begin Again.

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Begin Again will take place one year after the ending of All Too Well.

hi all! thank you so much for reading this fic! i wrote this during a mental breakdown after my breakup and i really did not anticipate that i would be writing 11k words. there may or may not be a side story that contains a certain white-haired male, (who may or may not be a dick doctor, urologist), megumi and my bad bitch nanami. HOWEVER i must insist that there would be no future stories in this universe that the reader will end up with toji(sorry). i hope you all have a great day!

 if you have any questions please feel free ask/message me!

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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE TWENTY TWO || THE ORIGIN OF BLIND OBEDIENCE

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara + nitta akari from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of violence + mention of suicide + mention of dangerous acts + mention of killing + EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 04 may

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 7.2k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : jamais vu

↳ next episode : the origin of blind obedience 2 

↳ barista’s notes : let me admit...this ain’t my best piece of work, but i hope you all enjoy this episode of the series and good night everyone ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only.

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’.

there was one going to be mention but...let’s keep that a secret for now...

2.5. for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique : hopefully this video is slightly better...

3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing.

“Kanada Taichi in Morioka, in June. Shimada Osamu in Yokohama, in August. Yamato Hiroshi in Nagoya, in September. These three died in similar circumstances. They were stabbed to death by a cursed spirit at the entrances to their apartments and all of them had filed the same complaint with the property managers several weeks before dying. They claimed their auto-locking doors were left wide open. None of the other residents have any idea what could have happened,” Nitta (your current driver) explained, causing you to open your eyes slowly, letting your drowsiness fade away slowly.

Currently, at this moment in time, you and your classmates were being driven to your desired destination to your current mission that all four of you were set causing you to wonder how much longer the drive was going to be, but also how you were going to cope with dealing with the whole ordeal since it had been a while since you had gone on a mission dealing with the unknown - last time was over two months ago at the detention centre where you had to face Sukuna (a special grade curse).

“None of the dates or locations match, though. Could the same cursed spirit have killed them all?” Fushiguro questioned as he stared down at the Ipad he had in his hands while trying to read all the information that was provided.

‘There is one location they all have in common though’ you thought, as you turned your head to stare out of the window, recalling the time where you had read the same information on your phone during breakfast with your adoptive father, Gojo Satoru.

“Hey, could the cursed spirit be responsible for the doors? Do sensors like those pick up cursed spirits? They don’t show up on camera and stuff, right?” Itadori began to ask an abundance of questions causing you to internally giggle as some of the questions he asked were basic knowledge for jujutsu sorcerers, but it was adorable for him to try to find a solution.

“Apparently, the cursed spirit made the door operators go crazy, not the sensors,” Nitta answered, leading you to give a side-eye to indicate that you were listening to her before going back to peer at the window to figure out a solution of your own about the current situation.

“Oh...Operators?” Itadori muttered in confusion as he tilted his head slightly to the side.

“And as for whether or not the same cursed spirit was behind this...Well, we couldn’t be certain from just the residuals. After all, a lot of time had already passed. So we tried to track down any connections between the three, we found that all three attended the same middle school for two years,” Nitta mentioned causing you to stiffen up slightly on the information given to you.

“Meaning all three received the same curse, and it activated after time had passed?” Kugisaki suggested with a thinking gesture causing Itadori to make a noise of impressiveness before leaning forward to view the female sorcerer.

“Precisely. That’s highly likely. So we’re going to that middle school now to question someone the three victims all knew, and I want you four to see what you can find as sorcerers,” Nitta answered leading you to sigh (to which she slyly notices) before you processed to close your eyes as if you were going to nap for a bit.

“Way to go, Kugisaki!” Itadori mentioned in astonishment leading the mentioned sorcerer to flick her hair back.

“Heh. What’d you expect?” Kugisaki questioned smugly.

However, without the attention of all three of you, Fushiguro seemed to be annoyed as he leaned his head back onto the chair seats before letting out a sigh of his own, wondering how he was going to handle this situation now.

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“A funeral?” Itadori questioned, as you processed to exit out of the car leading you to see a few people wearing all black, entering into a building before shutting the door quietly to not disturb the mourners that were attending the disheartening event.

“Is this the home of that acquaintance?” Kugisaki asked as she was also looking at the darkening event that was happening.

“Yes, it is…” NItta answered in a stutter leading everyone to get back in the car since there was no possible way, all of you could even interview someone properly during this time since it would be considered extremely rude.

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“Well, this sucks. He dies the same way the other three did. He lived with his family, so there was no auto-locking door, but he was killed in front of the entrance. Previously, upon returning home alone, he reported, “The door was unlocked, but it wouldn’t open,” to his family members,” Nitta explained, as you processed to scan through all the documents through your phone trying to obtain some sort of connection between all the victims rather than the middle school that they attended to.

‘Date of birth 1983-1984...that means they were in middle school at around 1995-1998...Yasohachi Bridge was popular back then, right?’

Suddenly, the car had come to a sudden halt causing you to look up from your phone, only to discover that you had arrived at the location that Nitta had discussed to everyone at the beginning leading you to look up that the building from the side of your window before slowly letting out a breath as you processed to open the car door to go and investigate with the others.

“I asked his parents, too, but they said they didn’t know what relationship he had with the other three. Man, there goes our only lead!” Nitta whined loudly, as everyone began to enter the school premises causing you to halt for a second before you continued to stroll behind them, trying to make sure your classmates didn’t notice your fidgeting behaviour.

“Don’t worry! There has to be something at this middle school!” Itadori reassured Nitta as she looked disappointed with her head hanging low.

“I sure hope so. For now, I’ve secured an appointment with a teacher, so I’m counting on you,” Nitta replied with a disheartened tone.

“Roger,” Itadori replied with a determined smile.

Suddenly, Kugisaki (who had her hands behind her head in the beginning) unexpectedly had a mischievous smile painted on her face before quickly running off to the side causing you to look at her with a raised eyebrow as you wondered what she was planning on doing.

“There’s some obvious punks, let’s beat’em up and set’em straight!” Kugisaki suggested causing you to walk up to her with your hand raised since she was going completely off-topic with what everyone was supposed to do currently.

“Why?” Itadori asked in a confused tone.

Slowly, the two punks that Kugisaki mentioned began to straightening up with menacing looks on their face, leading Itadori to lean forward to observe the two, only for them to suddenly straighten up more in sudden fear, causing you to be somewhat confused on why there was a sudden change in expression, only for your eyes to follow what they were looking at.

“I-It’s good to see you!” the pucks shouted while processing to bow 90 degrees with their heads lowered causing you to turn back to them with widened eyes at what was going on.

“Heh, look at that. You actually get it,” Kugisaki stated with a smug look on her face causing you to give her a fed-up look towards her direction while trying to figure out why Itadori was joining in her shenanigans.

“An aura just pours out, even if you try to hide it,” Itadori mentioned as he pushed his hair back leading you to ignore both of your classmates and you processed to look around the school trying to find some clues while noticing slight hints of cursed energy roaming around the premises.

“We haven’t seen you since graduation, Fushiguro-san!” one of the punks mentioned, causing the two smug sorcerers to drop their act before quickly turning around to see Fushiguro, who was now looking to the side in embarrassment.

“I...went here...for middle school,” Fushiguro announced before turning his back to face behind him to avoid his classmates, only for them to violently grab his face as they tried to make his turn to face them.

“That’s a surprise, too, but that’s not the point! Look at me!” Kugisaki angrily demanded, as she forcibly turned Fushiguro’s face to look at her with a struggle as Itadori had a hold of the shikigami sorcerer’s head to make it face him.

“What’d you do?! What did you do in middle school?! No, it would be quicker to ask them!” Itadori mentioned in a panic, as he was desperate to find an answer.

“Hey, Idiot A and Idiot B! What did this guy do to you?” Kugisaki yelled out her question, while still having a hold on Fushiguro’s face.

“We...Or rather, every delinquent, gang member, and so on in this area got beaten up by Fushiguro-san,” one of the punks answered, as both of them lifted their heads leading both Itadori and Kugisaki to let go of their friend’s face in shock before turning back to face him in confusion, looking for answers.

“I beat them up,” Fushiguro muttered as he turned his head back with his now messed up hair, leading Itadori and Kugisaki to grab his face again in complete surprise.

“Why do you keep talking so stiffly?! Look at me!” Kugisaki angrily asked as she painfully turned Fushiguro’s face to look at her.

“What are you doing?! Hey! What are you doing?!” Itadori asked in a panic, once again, as he now turned Fushiguro’s head to face him.

“Wow~ you beat up people Fushiguro, what a drag~” you commented with a hand over your mouth leading the erratic-haired sorcerer to look to you for help only for you to turn away to observe the school’s premises again, trying to gain something for the mission at hand.

“Hey!” someone shouted, causing both of the sorcerers to let go of Fushiguro’s face which led his hair to bounce a bit. Turning around to face the front, you noticed an old man with glasses running up towards you guys leading your eyes to widen once you had gotten a good look at who was coming towards everyone.

“Who are you? Students from other schools aren’t allowed in here!” the old man stated with a loud tone.

“And who the hell are you?!” Kugisaki yelled back in anger, causing you to smack the back of her head as if to tell her to ‘shut up’ which caused her to look up at you with a pout as she held her head to soothe the pain away.

“He’s clearly a staff member. Why are you so combative?” Itadori questioned in a low tone as he began to slouch.

“We have permission to be here,’ Nitta informed the staff member while processing to show the pass that she was carrying leading the old man to adjust his glasses as he peered at the pass she was currently holding.

“Oh, you’re the ones? You’re all young, you need to hang your pass around your neck,” the old man mentioned as began to observe the group of students behind her before his eyes widened once they handed on a certain someone. 

“Fushiguro-kun?” 

“Hello,” Fushiguro greeted, as he looked to the side with a small blush beginning to appear on his face.

“He remembers you!” Itadori and Kugisaki mentioned in a teasing tone as they looked at their classmate with an amused look.

“So this man’s been here a long time?” NItta asked with a cheerful tone, leading you to conclude that she probably had gained hope for a new lead on the mission that was happening right now.

“Probably, Takeda-san’s a permanent employee,” Fushiguro answered in a monotone voice.

“Then I leave the rest to you!” Nitta concluded, to which she held a thumbs up as if it was some sort of encouragement.

‘Abandoning her duty....’ Fushiguro thought, before shifting his eyes towards you as he realised that you had become quiet again, only to discover that you were looking at Takeda with some sort of fondness in your eyes as a small but noticeable smile appeared on your face.

‘It’s been a while, hasn’t it Takeda-san? How are you? You’ve been okay? I wish I could ask you this..but...it’s for the best that I didn’t at all huh?’ you thought before turning your head to look at the windows beside you, only to realise that the same hint of cursed energy was still lingering around.

‘I’m surprised it remains here…’ you mentioned internally before turning back to look at the staff member in front of you.

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“Kanada, Shimada, Yamato...and Morishita, huh? I was shocked by their passing, but I guess it’s been nearly twenty years since they graduated, I remember it like it was yesterday. They were problem children in their own right, though not as bad as you. What do you want to know?” Takeda mentioned with a soft smile causing you to scoff a bit at his comment as you covered your mouth to hold your laugh but to Fushiguro’s annoyance.

“Strange rumours, dark rumours, connections to bad adults…” Fushiguro listed as he raised his arm, leading you to look at him weirdly since it wasn’t the arm towards your side he had lifted.

“Hey, problem child!” Itadori and Kugisaki chanted in a teasing tone.

“...and anything of ill omen,” Fushiguro concluded before closing his hand into a fist as he proceeded to swing it down to punch the top of Itadori’s head.

“Dark rumours? They may have been problem children, but they never went beyond average middle school stuff. But wait...ill omen?” Takeda muttered as he began to think.

“Do you mean that tale? About the Yasohachi Bridge bungee jumping?” one of the punks questioned, causing you to look to the side in interest since you had an idea about the bridge before you had arrived at the middle school.

“You’re still here, A and B?” Kugisaki asked since she was surprised that they remained where they were.

“Yasohachi Bridge?” Itadori questioned.

“A notorious suicide spot, it’s well known in this area as a haunted location,” you answered in a casual tone before explaining why it was such an important detail to note for your pink-haired classmate.

“Oh, that’s right! Back then, it was all the rage among delinquents to bungee jump off Yasohachi Bridge late at night, it was one of those tests of courage,” Takeda explained, once he remembered what he was trying to think of.

“What a weird tribe,” Kugisaki muttered in annoyance.

“What a drag,” you mentioned in a fed-up tone.

“I’m surprised there are people dumber than me!” Itadori stated.

“What do you use for a cord?” Fushiguro questioned as he was trying to wonder how the people bungee jumped in the first place.

“We don’t do it, I just heard some students from our parents’ generation talking about it,” the punk mentioned causing you to nod your head slowly, conveying that you understood what he meant.

“One day, Kanada and the other three were absent without permission. That wasn’t all that usual by itself, but when we contacted their families, we learned that those four hadn’t come home the day before. It caused a pretty big stir, then they were found unconscious under the bridge. They got chewed out good, but all four swore up and down they didn’t remember a thing,” Takeda explained, causing all the first years to come to the same conclusion in their heads.

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“I think that’s it,” Nitta suggested as she looked at all four of you.

“I’ve been to Yasohachi Bridge, too,” Fushiguro mentioned in a serious tone.

“To bungee jump?” Itadori asked comedically, leading Fushiguro to swiftly smash a fist on the top of his head in annoyance causing Itadori to wince in pain as he held his head with a pout.

“It’s easy for curses to take root in haunted locations, just like in schools, so people from Jujutsu High regularly patrol it,” Fushiguro explained causing you to recall the times where you would walk around the area late at night while trying to hide from the sorcerers that came from time to time back a few years ago.

“There wasn’t anything unusual at the time, though. It might be a bit famous, but it’s still used as a normal bridge,” Fushiguro mentioned.

“We still have to go check it out, though,” Kugisaki suggested, causing you to agree with her since it was the best for all the four of you to survey the bridge yourselves.

“Fushiguro-kun?” someone called out, causing everyone to turn to find Takeda coming towards everyone’s way.

“Sorry, I was curious about something,” Takeda mentioned causing Fushiguro to fully turn around to face the old man.

“What is it?” Fushiguro asked.

“Tsukimi-kun took awfully good care of you when you were in school. Is she doing well?” the old man asked, causing you to stiffen up slightly before shifting your eyes to the side since you were getting nervous at the fact the staff member was remembering everyone little by little.

“Yes,” Fushiguro answered with a deadpan expression.

“Who’s Tsumiki?” Itadori asked the shikigami user in curiosity.

“My older sister,” Fushiguro answered in a low tone, leading Kugisaki to grab his shoulder in surprise once again.

“What?! You tell us too little about yourself!” Kugisaki mentioned in an annoyed tone leading Itadori to agree with her, leading the old man to tilt his head slightly to the side - to avoid the blockage of Itadori’s body - to discover you making your way to the side of the car, where you were sitting before.

“Excuse me, I also wanted to ask you something if you don’t mind,” Takeda asked in a kind tone, causing you to halt your movements before looking up to find the old man gifting you with a sweet smile that you remembered so much causing you to turn back and make your way towards the staff-member with lessening the tension that you had before walking away.

“Yeah, it’s fine, what is it you want to ask me?” you questioned with a light tone, trying to sound polite to the man, causing him to smile at you.

“Do I remember you from anywhere, you seem quite familiar to me?” Takeda asked, causing your eyes to widen in fear before quickly blinking away the sudden change in emotion you were surprisingly expressing so easily.

“I never been to Saitama Urami East Junior High before, I’m sorry but I don’t think I’m the person you are trying to recall,” you answered with a sad soft smile leading the man to sigh before fixing his glasses.

“Is that so? I’m sorry, the minute I saw you, I began to recall a student that would always help me around from time to time and she was always on top of her work, but she left around the second year before I got to thank her,” the old man began to reminisce, not noticing the stiffness of your body as well as the panic rising within your heart leading it to beat faster than it should.

‘He’s remembering too much, but didn’t I put enough cursed energy into that spell? It should have wiped everything from his memory’

“Sorry, but could you look at my left eye for a second? I think I got an eyelash stuck there,” you quickly asked, causing the old man to agree to help you as he adjusted his glasses once again before taking a good look at your eye.

‘It could cast it now, but the others are here...I could just not use the spell to its full potential and that couldn’t cause him to faint, maybe that will work,’ you quickly thought as you were slowly transferring a small amount of your cursed energy to your left eye.

“Haku-” you muttered under your breath before coming to a sudden halt, causing your cursed energy to waver slightly as it began to slowly move away from your eye leading you to conclude that you didn’t even have the guts to commit to the action that you were planning to go on with like you did two years ago, to which caused your heart to become extremely heavy with guilt as you knew once he entered back into the school, the lingering cursed energy that you had left in the school would cause his memory to fade away, processing you to let go of your sudden plan as the staff-member mentioned that there was nothing to worry about.

‘Nothing to worry about huh?’

“Thank you so much,” you softly said with gratitude before giving the old man a final wave goodbye before entering the car with the rest of your classmates, wondering if it was still for the best that you let him free with his memory gradually coming back to life.

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“We’re here. Koi no Kuchi Canyon, Yasohachi Bridge. Once you confirm a cursed spirit’s here, I’ll lower a veil,” Nitta explained as all of the first years processed to get out of the sleek black vehicle before stepping to the side of the bridge to be away from the road.

“Roger!” Itadori started with a confident smile presented on his face as he tugged at the vinyl cord he was holding.

Slowly, you began to walk away from the group while Nitta got back in her car before driving away and steadily grabbed onto the metal poles the were in front of you - probably built to prevent any more suicidal people from jumping over - and with much effort, began to pull yourself up to reach to the top before grabbing in the metal bar as you pulled yourself up even further.

“GOJO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Kugisaki screamed in horror, as she finally turned around to discover you pulled your body up to sit on top of the fence as you peered down to check how far you had to jump down in order to find what you were looking for in this mission.

“SHE’S NOT LISTENING!” Kugisaki yelled (once again) as she pointed at you in anger, causing the boys to turn around to see what the fuss was about before seeing the drastic measures you had taken to find the cursed spirit.

“Woah, Gojo, there’s no need for that! We have the vinyl cord for a reason!” Itadori mentioned, which seemed to be a way of getting you to come down from where you were right now as you turned to look at him before turning back at the ground below you.

“SHE’S NOT LISTENING AGAIN!” Itadori cried out in fear, as if he hadn’t done more stupid and extremes things than what you were doing right now.

“Gojo!” Fushiguro shouted before jumping up to reach the back of your school jacket, leading you to grab onto the sides of the metal bar that you were sitting on right now for support before turning back to peer at the shikigami user, ready to yell at him for disturbing your train of thought only for him to give you a pair of surprised eyes as if he remembered something.

“Get down, please,” Fushiguro quietly commanded, leading you to give him a deadpan expression before turning back to prepare to jump off since you couldn’t find another way to get down there, only for Fushiguro to pull you from your jacket once again leading your body to start to fall backwards - much to your surprise - to which caused the boys to immediately get behind you, ready to catch you so you didn’t hit the ground at all. 

“You drag!” you screamed at Fushiguro before letting your body fall towards the safe side of the metal barrier, processing to land on top of Itadori and Fushiguro as a result.

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Letting out a yawn, Itadori couldn’t help but emphasise how tired and bored he was as he remained seated on the metal railings that all four of you were sitting on right now.

“Hey, we didn’t find hide nor hair of any cursed spirit,” Kugisaki whined in annoyance as her posture slouch in disappointment, leaving Fushiguro to slouch in boredom while you had your eyes closed as if you were sleeping while sitting up straight when in reality, you were concentrating on sensing any lingering cursed energy around the area you were in right now.

Suddenly, you felt something pressed gently on the side of your head before it pushed you down to the side slowly, causing the movement to halt the second you felt someone’s shoulder being used as a pillow for your head leading a sense of confusion to rise within your stomach before you heard a few teasing sounds from Kugisaki.

“Oh~ what a gentleman Fushiguro~” Kugisaki teased, leading you to realise that your head was now resting on Fushiguro’s shoulder since it did seem like you had fallen asleep while sitting up.

“I’m surprised she can sleep while sitting up,” Itadori commented, as she leaned forward to see you in what seemed to be in a state of rest since you made the decision to keep your eyes closed.

“You should have seen her while we were training, she was asleep for so long every day,” Kugisaki mentioned as she began to recall all the times you had taken a nap during your daily training sessions with the second-years as preparation for the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event.

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As time went by, after you had ‘woken up’ from your nap when in reality, you had given up on trying to trace a single amount of cursed energy from the distance you were away from the ground below - which was where you were trying to go from the beginning if Fushiguro didn’t pull you down - you were now in front of a small convenience store while sipping on a small carton of orange juice that you had managed to purchase as a breakfast substitute since you were surprisingly not feeling hungry at all currently.

“We didn’t sense any presences or residuals,” Fushiguro informed Nitta, who had come to pick you three up after not hearing a single thing from everything, except for all of you being hungry. 

“I see, which means this ain’t it, Guess it’s back to square one,” Nitta replied with a slight tone of disappointment as the most promising lead has been for nothing.

‘It wouldn’t be square one if you just let me jump down to the bottom to investigate…’

“Gojo, is there something wrong?” Kugisaki asked as she noticed you looking to the side with a somewhat annoyed expression planted on your face.

“It’s nothing,” you replied before taking another sip from the carton you were holding.

“But isn’t it bad if we take too long?” Itadori asked in a light serious tone.

“Why?” Kugisaki questioned, wondering why they needed to be in a hurry to finish the mission as soon as possible.

“Well, it’s a famous haunted location, right? There might still be plenty of others who got cursed and right now, the death rates at 100%. We don’t want to see others die, right?” Itadori explained as he answered Kugisaki’s previous question.

“True,” Kugisaki muttered, once she took Itadori’s theory into consideration.

“Ding-Ding! Bungee jumping was all the rage then, right? So maybe the act of jumping off is the key?” Nitta asked as she seemed excited to think of another clue on how to find the curses that were the curse for all these deaths that have been happening.

“Did she say “ding-ding”? Did she really say that?” Itadori asked as he stared at his senior in adoration.

“She did! She did!” Kugisaki replied in the same high tone with the same look at adoration at how cute Nitta was right now.

“Itadori already tried that,” Fushiguro mentioned causing the bungee jump idea to come to a halt.

“Huh?..... What?! You mean you jumped with that vinyl cord?!” Nitta screamed in shock as she began to imagine how you, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki would wrap Itadori in the cord, only for the shikigami user to fly kick him over the metal bar with you and Kugisaki holding onto the end of the cord.

“Hey, there you are!” someone shouted, causing you to look towards the direction in where the sound was coming from, only to discover one of the punks from yesterday to be on a bike with someone behind him with her arms wrapped around his waist.

“Fushiguro-san!” the punk shouted to gain the shikigami user’s attention.

“Who’s that again?” Kugisaki asked as she stared at the punk with a confused expression only for Itadori to answer her question by mentioning the people were Fushiguro’s upperclassman from his middle school and how she was ready to pick a fight with them causing her to suddenly remember who the person was.

“You were talking about Yasohachi Bridge, so...I’m really glad I found you here!” the puck mentioned with a smile on his face with slight sweat from the swift bike riding as well as a hint of fear of Fushiguro.

‘Fujinuma?...If I recall, she was a student as well…’ you thought, as you watched the girl get off of the bike she was on before walking towards the group as her eyes widened at you for a second before turning into complete confusion, leading your body to complete tense for a second.

“Fujinuma?” Fushiguro muttered causing Nitta to look at him with a perplexed expression before he clarified that she was an old classmate of his.

“My older sister,” the punk introduced the girl leading her to bow as a greeting.

“I’m glad you remember me,” Fujinuma stated in a soft-toned voice before straightening back up to face everyone within the group.

“I was talking to my sister about you yesterday, and..” the punk stated before his sister took the reins.

“Um, Morishita-san had a funeral in the neighbourhood...Then I heard from my brother that you were looking into that man and Tasohachi Bridge, so I started to wonder if they were related…” Fujinuma began to explain, leading Nitta from behind both of the people to shake her head as they needed to hide the real reason on why everyone was here right now to which Fushiguro noticed.

“If what’s related?” Fushiguro queried as if he didn’t understand what was going on.

“Morishita-san’s death and the bridge…” Fujinuma replied in a smaller tone.

“They’re not related, we just-” Fushiguro quickly countered back.

“I...I went there. In eighth grade...I went to Yasohachi Bridge at night,” Fujinuma stated as her face contorted in fear as she began to tilt her head down, causing Kugisaki to give a look as she began to wonder how many people had been to that bridge.

“Has anything odd happened at home recently? Any strange feelings that only affect you and no one else?” Nitta asked as she leaned down to face the fearful girl, only for Fujinuma to look up once again.

“My family runs a local branch shop...and the shop’s automatic door is wide open only when I come home. Mom and Dad both say it’s just a coincidence, but there’s definitely something there. It scared me. That’s when I heard about you and remembered the Yasohachi Bridge,” the girl replied as she began to shiver in fear while trying to recall all the same incidents happening to her.

“When did the issue with your automatic door start?” Nitta queried, trying to get enough information as sly as possible.

“It’s happened about every other day for exactly one week now,” Fujinuma replied in a shaky tone.

‘There’s at least two weeks between when the four victims noticed something and their deaths,’ Fushiguro thought.

‘We still have some time,’ Itadori thought, encouraged by the fact that there was some amount of time left to save someone from the cycle that was happening right now.

“You didn’t go to Yasohachi Bridge by yourself at the time, did you? Do you remember who you went with?” Kugisaki asked, trying to make sure there weren't any other victims that you all were missing at this current moment in time.

“Um, so this really does have something to do with…” Fujinuma mentioned in a stutter, scared that her life might now be at risk.

“Just with your automatic door. But it has nothing to do with Morishita-sans’s death. Fushiguro-kun and the others are helping me with my college report: Electromagnetic Waves from Haunted Locations and their Effects on Electronics, it’s a huge pain in my gut!” Nitta responded quickly, before suddenly linking arms with you causing you to put on a realistic fake smile to hold the lie in place.

“But I want to hear from all kinds of people, so I’d love to hear who you went with,” Nitta continued, trying to make the girl calm herself down while reminding her the fact that they now have to save her life before something could happen to her.

“I went on a test of courage with two others from my club. That’s right. Fushiguro-kun, Tsumiki-san was with us then, too,” Fujinuma announced, causing you to halt for a second while Itadori and Kugisaki were shocked at the fact that Fushiguro’s sister was involved in this too.

“I see. Then I’ll try asking Tsumiki, too,” Fushiguro replied calmly.

“There was also another person there at the bottom of the bridge, but I don’t remember really clearly of her at all...she was wearing our uniform thought, sort of reminds me of her,” Fujinuma stated as she pointed off to somewhere, leading your whole body to become suddenly numb at the fact that her finger was directing pointing at you causing your classmates to turn to you in fear at what might happening to you if her statement was true.

“Sorry, but I never been here at all, maybe you have the wrong person?” you unconcernedly suggested, trying to change you from being the topic of the conversation leading the girl to look confused again before gasping on how silly she was being before mentioning that she had never even met you and that she apologised for scaring you.

“Okay, then I’ll escort these two home. Please keep working on the report,” Nitta mentioned to the four of you with a smile on her face.

“Something’s up, isn’t it?” Fujinuma’s brother asked leading Nitta to form another excuse on how she could let them ride a bike back after making them petal all the way here, causing you to turn around and take a deep breath the second they began walking away.

“Fushiguro,” Itadori called out in worry before repeating his name again louder as he proceeded to grab onto his friend’s shoulder, only to see the look of unknown fear painted across Fushiguro’s face.

“Fushiguro, snap out of it, make sure she’s safe first,” Itadori muttered in reassurance, as he turned his body to face his friend to help him calm down.

“I’m fine,” Fushiguro muttered in a low tone, once he was able to snap out of his fear daze but apologising to his friend as he needed to take a step back for a second before reaching into his pocket to grab his phone to make a call leaving Kugisaki to come to your side and ask a few questions for you to answer.

“What was she talking about? Were you really a part of that school? Were you really at Yasohachi bridge back then? Answer me, Gojo!” Kugisaki asked in a panic, as you just stared at her with a blank look on your face before letting out a sigh.

“I’ve never been there before until yesterday, I have never been here at all, to begin with. There is no way I could be at that bridge,” you answered, trying to convert the conversation into something different, only for Itadori to turn his body to face you directly as he questioned you again about your ‘involvement’ in everything that's happening right now.

“Why are random people saying if they remember you then, does your cursed technique allow you to manipulate someone’s mind or anything?” Itadori asked as he needed to understand why a few people mentioned about you when you had said you have never been here at this location ever in your life.

“I don’t have a technique that does that, they have been talking about a girl that looks like me,” you answered while proceeding to cross your arms to stay as persuasive as you could while trying to hide a piece of your past that you had already somewhat erased out of everyone’s minds.

‘If they are somehow recalling some bits here and there...what about Fushiguro?’ you thought as you closed your eyes to lessen the headache that was gradually coming from the back of your head.

‘There isn’t enough time to think about it at all...these three need to get out of here before I go investigate the whole thing myself...that is...if my theory is correct like last time’

Suddenly, you reached into the pocket of your skirt before taking out your phone to swiftly call Nitta to pick everyone up from where she had left all of you causing Itadori and Kugisaki to look at you in complete confusion.

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“Just get in the car,” you commanded in a low and threatening tone, causing the three first-years to look at you in shock before all three were pushing down into the back seats of the car.

“Us three? What about you Gojo?” Itadori asked in a panic, as he wasn’t sure why you were pushing everyone into the car that Nitta was pulled in - to which she understood why you were doing this at this moment in time.

“The mission has gone into a higher rank than what it was previously predicted, I’ll come back once I’m done with the whole thing,” you stated in a serious manner as you processed to push Itadori further into the car causing Fushiguro and Kugisaki to be squashed behind him before slamming the car door shut before anyone could escape out of the vehicle leaving you alone once the car had driven off with all three of your classmates inside of it.

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‘If I remember, you go down here’ you thought, as you began to slide down to the bottom of the ground before walking forward out of the wood, to only find yourself in the same spot you were two years ago in a different sort of uniform.

Taking your katana out of the shoulder bag you were carrying, you hooked it on your lower back before taking the familiar blue metal pole out of the same back before hooking it on to the side of your belt causing it to dangle once it was secured onto your side.

‘If my theory was right along, there should be an incomplete domain lingering around here...meaning there is a possibility that Sukuna’s finger is within a finger bearer if I enter it…’

“What a drag,” you muttered under your breath before sliding your katana out of its wooden sheath as you swift swang it behind you, causing the tip of the blade to be an inch away from Itadori’s neck to which lead the sorcerer to lean his head back in shock as your sudden speed.

“Why are you all here? Didn’t I tell you all to go home and I would deal with this?” you rhetorically asked as you pulled your katana back from Itadori leading him to relax as he let out a breath of relief.

“Fushiguro told us everything and that's what led us to help you out,” Kugisaki mentioned causing your eyes to shift from her to the shikigami user.

“We don’t want you to do this alone, you don’t have to tell us everything you are hiding Gojo, just let us help you,” Itadori pleaded with you as his hands were pressed together in a way to convey a ‘please’ to you.

“I...I can’t tell you anything...I’m sorry,” you muttered, as you slide your katana back into its black wooden casing, causing the trio to look at you with worry in their eyes as they were anxious that the secret you were keeping was something that was going to eat you inside as they were already cautious about your wellbeing if the cursed spirit was now going to target you due to Fujinuma sudden assumption.

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After the sudden intrusion of your classmates (much to your dismay), everyone started to walk towards the area where everyone believed the domain was going to be.

Crossing a river or other border - acts that symbolise crossing into the afterlife - carry important meaning in sorcery.

Confidently, everyone took one step forward causing a reaction of electricity to conduct as your foot hit the ground causing it to erupt as the domain suddenly enclosed everyone that had taken a step within its territory.

“There it is,” Itadori stated as he stared up at the curse, leading everyone to prepare themselves with their weapons of choice.

“This one will be rewarding to exorcise,” Kugisaki commented, as she confidently smiled at the scene in front of her.

Suddenly, you had sensed something coming from behind causing you to turn your head to the side to find a disgusting looking creature coming towards you leading everyone to move away slightly as the creature spun in the air before landing in front of all of you.

“What’s this? Someone beat me here?” the creature asked in a weird voice.

“Huh?” Kugisaki yelled out in annoyance.

“Fushiguro, this one’s a different case, right?” Itadori asked as he faced the new cursed spirit that decided to make an appearance.

“Yeah,” Fushiguro confirmed, leading Itadori to close his hands into a fist as they suddenly became consumed with his cursed energy.

“Then you three focus on that other one, I’ll exorcise this one,” Itadori stated as he raised his hands.

“What? You’re going to play with me? I wanted the older sister to,” the curse asked, causing you to shiver as you came to the sudden realisation that this curse was most likely with the others that were at the Kyoto Exchange event.

However, before even one could even move you rapidly unsheath your katana from your wooden casing as you spun around to block the sudden sneak attack that was behind you before utilising your cursed energy to your legs to give you the strength to halt your movement as the sudden intruder in front of you widened their eyes in shock at your sudden speed.

“That isn’t going to work on me again, you drag,” you muttered in a menacing tone causing your new opponent to laugh as they snapped out of their shock.

“Please, call me your mother again,” the woman stated as she smirked at you, leading a wave of anger and excitement to consume your body.

“Please, I….can’t wait to kill you,” you replied back with a crazed smile.

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[megumisbimbo]

- Two -

megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

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©️ @megumisbimbo — all rights reserved. Please do not repost, modify or translate my work. Reblogs and likes appreciated!

Credit for the main storyline and characters goes to Gege Akutami.

the songs are indicated throughout the story at certain points!

songs used:

the purge - h1ghr music

four - sleeping at last

“Don’t move! You’re no longer human. Under jujutsu regulations, I will exorcise you as a curse, Itadori Yuuji!”

“Huh? Wait there’s no problem. Anyway, you and I look pretty beat up. We need to get to a hospital.”

You sit in fear, not knowing whether Itadori was himself or that demon man. Standing, you press a hand against Fushiguro’s cheek, a silent plea to spare your kohai’s life. Fushiguro looked unwavering, his eyes full of apology as he prepares to exorcise Itadori.

“What’s the situation?” A voice behind you says, breaking the tension between the three high school students.

“Gojo-sensei!” Fushiguro says, half in shock and half in relief.

“Sorry the higher ups got involved after they heard that a special grade curse went missing. I agreed to come as long as I had time to sight see first. So did you find it?”

Fushiguro seemed to have relaxed a bit at the sight of this extremely tall blindfolded man. Seeing him so relaxed in turn relaxed you a bit. For whatever reason you felt safe around Fushiguro. Itadori interrupted your thoughts when he told the man that he ate the finger. What’s so special about this finger? And better yet, why did Itadori eat it? That’s gross. The blindfolded man’s attention turned to you.

“Megumi who’s this?”

He leans towards you. Your breath caught in your throat as his face finds itself only a few inches away from yours. You can feel his breath on your lips. Even with a blindfold, you can tell he’s handsome.

“Itadori’s senpai.”

“Hm I see, well my name is Gojo Satoru, it’s nice to meet you..” He stares deep into your eyes, examining them.

“(l/n)(f/n)... nice to meet you as well.”

“I wish we could have met under different circumstances. Megumi seems to have taken a liking to you.”

Fushiguro turns away, trying to hide his face which has flushed into a deep red. You feel you heart skip a beat at his reaction.

——— the purge by jay park ———

“Can you switch with Sukuna?” Gojo asks Itadori.

“Sukuna?”

“The cursed object you ate.”

“Oh, probably.”

“Alright then, give me ten seconds with him. Then switch back.”

Your heartbeat quickens at the thought of seeing that demon man again. He was nothing like Itadori, despite looking exactly like him. You grip onto Fushiguro’s upper arm, suprised at the muscle you feel. His uniform really did not do his athletic form justice. He looks at you and notices your fear. Moving slightly in front of you, he shields you from what he knew was about to happen. You prop yourself up onto your knees and once again find yourself peeking over his shoulder. Gojo suddenly throws a white shopping bag towards Fushiguro.

“Megumi, hold these for me.”

“What are they?”

“Kikufuku mochi! It’s a Sendai City speciality. I recommend the edamame and cream flavor!”

Fushiguro’s head whips upward startling you. You follow his gaze as he yells to Gojo.

“BEHIND YOU!”

You’re shocked at how laid back Gojo was. He was about to be ambushed by the demon, but he quickly clasps his hands together and vanishes for a split second. The dust around Fushiguro and you settles, revealing the demon man staring straight into your eyes, Gojo sitting comfortably on his back. A barrage of swings and punches fly towards the white haired man, and he dodged every single one of them. The tattooed man once again swings an arm upward reducing an entire of section of your high school to rubble. He must have been hit, you think to yourself. Your heart sinks a bit, afraid of what happened to Gojo-sensei. You look at Fushiguro with worried eyes. He stares straight ahead, no trace of fear or worry. You whip your head back towards the rubble and find Gojo untouched.

“Seven, eight, nine... should be about time.”

The tattooed man’s face jolts, then falls. His tattoos fade and is soon replaced with the smooth, tan skin of your kohai.

“Was everything ok?” Itadori says leaving Gojo shocked at how well he could control the demon trapped in his body. Pressing two fingers against Itadori’s forehead, Gojo holds the boy’s body in his arms as he is rendered unconscious.

“What did you do?” Fushiguro asks.

“Knocked him out. If he wakes up and isn’t possessed, he may have potential as a vessel.” You sit on your knees, confused at all the terminology being thrown around.

“Question. What do I do with him and the one hiding behind you?” Gojo asks.

Fushiguro turns and looks deep into your fear filled eyes.

“They must both be executed under jujutsu regulation, but I don’t want them to die.”

You grip tightly onto his arm, thanking him for sparing your life.

“I guess we’ll be getting two new students at Jujutsu Tech!”

Jujutsu Tech? New student?

“You.” Gojo says, looking in your direction. You shrink under his powerful gaze.

“You have any family?”

You shake your head and he smiles. You furrow your eyebrows questioning his apparent joy. Didn’t know being an orphan was such a joyous feature.

“Wonderful! You’ll be joining Megumi and the vessel at Jujutsu Tech! I’ll send Megumi with you to get your belongings. You a first year?”

“No, second year.”

“Well we have some wonderful second years! I’m sure you’ll get along with them nicely.” Gojo says, a stupid smile plastered across his face. What have you gotten yourself into?

——— four by sleeping at last ———

Itadori and you walk through the halls of the Sugisawa hospital, your hand in his. You find the room where Iguchi laid, several bandages wrapped around his unconscious head. Sasaki sits on a chair by his side, eyes puffy from all the crying she did. Itadori knocks and she turns toward the door where you stood.

“Itadori, (y/n).”

“How is Iguchi?” Itadori asks.

“The doctors say he’s fine but he’s still unconscious...it’s all my fault.” She says, regret mixed into her voice and a trail of tears falling down her already puffy cheeks.

“Itadori...you probably won’t believe us but...there were these monsters and-“

Itadori cuts her off.

“I believe you. They aren’t monsters, they’re curses. The finger was some sort of special grade object.”

Her eyes fill with more tears. “Itadori...”

“It’s not your fault. I was the one who picked it up in the first place. Don’t worry senpai, there’s someone coming tomorrow who can help Iguchi.”

Itadori turns to your tear stained face and wipes your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Sorry senpai, we have to go.” He says to Sasaki, leading you out of the gloomy hospital room, his hand still tightly gripping yours. You wipe whatever tears he missed, as you contemplate all that has happened in the past 12 hours.

“I have to go meet up with Gojo-sensei, will you be ok on your own?”

“Yeah, I’m supposed to meet Fushiguro at my house to pick up my stuff.”

Itadori pulls you into a tight embrace, and you sob into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry senpai...we’ll get through this together. I’ll be there with you. Just like always.”

His words calm you down and you pull away from the hug giving him a reassuring smile. How was he able to stay so calm and level headed?

Once home, you start packing your belongings into bags. You live in a small one bedroom house that you paid for with the insurance money given to you after your parents died. You were an only child, so you ended up with all the money. You’ve been using it to sustain yourself and the house without needing to get a part time job. You were thankful of course, but it would be nicer to have your parents alive. They died in a freak accident when you were 10, and your only other family members outwardly declared that they wanted nothing to do with you. You never understood why.

A tapping at your door broke you from your contemplation. You opened the door to reveal a bandaged Fushiguro.

“You ready to go?” He asks, a slight blush creeping across his face.

“I just have one more bag to pack and then I’ll be ready. Please make yourself at home. It’s not much but...it works.”

“It’s nice. You live alone?” He asks, warily stepping through your door.

“Yeah I’m all alone here, but Itadori lives a few doors down so I tend to spend time with him.”

Fushiguro seemed uncomfortable at the last part of your sentence. He wanders aimlessly around your living room and spots pictures of you when you were younger. He picks the one of you and your parents on a vacation in Tokyo.

“Are these your parents?”

“Yeah.” Your face drops a little, suddenly saddened by the thought of your parents. You missed them.

Fushiguro, on the other hand, holds the picture close to his face and examine the face of your mother.

“Is something wrong?” You ask, a little creeped out by his actions.

“No no I just...thought i saw something familiar.”

“Oh.”

You turn back to the open suitcase and continue deciding what jeans to take. You remember Gojo-sensei saying there was a uniform for you, and how you didn’t need to bring too many regular clothes with you. You decide on the black pair and place it on the top of your pajamas for easy access. After zipping it up, you flip it upright and pull the handle out. Fushiguro takes the handle from your hand and wheels it outside.

“You don’t have to take that, I have another hand to wheel it with.”

“It’s alright, I want to.”

Your heartbeat quickens as the corner of the raven haired boy’s mouth curls slightly into a discreet smile. You liked his smile. You wanted to see it again.

You pick up your backpack, sling it over your shoulder and follow Fushiguro out. You lock the door and pull the key off of your keychain and mentally remind yourself to give it to Gojo. He had told you he would take care of the house problems for you, just to hand over the keys and whatever paperwork you had. Fushiguro makes a quick call and you two wait until a black car rolls up your driveway. You get into the back alongside Fushiguro and are swiftly taken to your new school.

You follow Fushiguro up into the mountains where the Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School was located. It didn’t even look like Tokyo.

“Gojo-sensei told me that you were to be kept under the radar here, so the higher ups won’t know that you’re staying with us.”

“Does that make me a liability?” You ask, feeling a little guilty.

“Yes, but I told him that I would take care of you.”

You could swear your heart stops when he says that.

“Oh, well then where will I be sleeping?”

“In my room.”

You pause, shocked at his casual outlook on the situation.

“Your room?”

“Yeah, I had Gojo-sensei put an extra bed in so I could properly keep an eye on you. Although you’re pretty quiet so I don’t think it’ll be too much of a problem.”

Quiet? That’s what he’s worried about? Is this guy dense?

“Ok I guess.” You respond, your voice cracking slightly from your nervousness. You prayed he didn’t notice it, and to your delight, he hadn’t. I guess he doesn’t notice many things.

You follow him to his room, and set your things down on the ground.

“That bed is yours.” He says pointing to the empty one placed alarmingly close to his. His room was simple and very organized. You admire that, being a fairly organized person yourself.

“Once you’re settled down, we need to go get some treatment for our wounds.”

“Alright, I’ll only be a few minutes.”

You quickly unpacked as much as possible and then followed Fushiguro through the school to the nurse. After your treatment, you both went back to his room and promptly knocked out on your respective beds.

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[magicbymika]

Sleep soundly (C:1)

  She pondered just for a moment. A moments second that’s all it takes. A life lost. Her life lost. She stumbled and tremble for what seems like an eternity, trying to speak. All that comes out is meekly gasps and the rasps of her sorrow. Falling down, shattering into pieces. For once every soul broken, a new one emerges. It’s fire engulfing it’s old one. A new fire emerges, taking her own. All the callings you hear, of your loved ones come to you. Feeling weak and sorrow. “You are alone in this new world. Wander. Wander. Wander.”

“Imprisonment?”

 Hospital gowns, the faint air of sickness being shoved down your lungs, doctors who didn’t deserve the title. All you could remember is that you wanted to run. Runaway from the guilt, run away from the pain, from the life of sickness. Doctors who massacre your small, fragile body. Reeking havoc. They made you feel less than human, a parasite they could toy with. Truly, you didn’t matter in the equation. Doctors, shamans, whatever they called themselves would not make up for their indecency. Not in a million years

  Shoving their propaganda in your so called weak mind. Truly if someone told you this were hell you’d believe it. Having merged with a curse, they could play with you all they wanted. You weren’t human anymore they howled out. You were just a vessel, a vessel of a curse which whom laid dormant inside you. Sleeping peacefully, away from the prodding of medical equipment.

  The sounds of the slapping of a glove ran shivers down your back whenever you heard it. Always running. Running to what exactly? A home? A family? Nothing, you were always running, running towards oblivion. But you would rather destroy yourself then run into the abyss. Clawing, Ripping, Shredding your dignity would be the last thing you do. You wouldn’t rely on that curse. Even if it meant your death. 

    It was always that final moment that you realized you couldn’t go on like this. Trapped. Tormented, caged like some animal. Something less than dirt. A bug you could crush under your feet. As long as that cursed spirit was alive, you’d always heal, you’d always be stuck in the same place. Trembling inside, hoping and praying that one day everything would stop and you could see your mother. 

  But that day never came. The Shamans tomorrow didn’t come either. The curse spirit you loathed so much. The one you wanted to split apart, make it suffer, kill it, discard it as you had been. Had done what you couldn’t; It had given you bloodbath out of them. In that instant you felt utter peace with the curse and yourself. Allowing it out of it’s sleep, allowing it to guide you. Make you learn. Teach you. 

  ‘Run.’ It commanded you ‘Run. Run. Run.’  It’s words ringing in your mind and in that moment, you fell into the abyss with the darkness you oh so hated so much. Running with all you have, making your final stop. The stop you craved for. The thought of those doors that once had locks and chains littered with them. Those chains cracked, those locks broke. Keen on being admired as it came crumbling. 

 You have freedom. 

“You have your own freedom.”

Hi everyone I know this is sudden but this is a new on-going story I am working on. I’m setting up a schedule around it and hopefully, I stick to it. I will follow the manga as best as I can. I’m going to give a quick run-down of what is going on in this chapter in my next post. I have a storyline set up and I do hope to catch you guys tuning in, for now, I’m going to take it easy because I wrote this up in a hurry. Ily guys. Have a good night and stay safe. Wear a mask. Peace !! 💌  

Jujutsu Kaisen does not belong to me. All characters are credited to Gege Akutami

[olivialau]

Shadow's Embrace ch.7

Sukuna x Reader

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fanfiction based on the universe of "Jujutsu Kaisen," created by Gege Akutami. The original manga, anime, and characters belong to their respective owners and creators.

Notes:

This story unfolds in the Jujutsu world, set in a slightly altered universe where Sukuna inhabits his own vessel distinct from Itadori Yuji's body, making him a separate entity.

Summary:

Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, becomes fascinated with a female sorcerer rich in potential but lacking control. Initially seizing her for his destructive plans, Sukuna aims to bind her abilities through a contract. Yet, as he tries to dominate her, he finds himself intrigued by her strength and determination. Over time, his interest evolves from strategic advantage to a deeper, personal connection.

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CHAPTER 7 – A Twisted Scheme

You opened your eyes wearily to the gentle sound of birds chirping through the tiny basement window. Usually, that sound brought you a sense of peace, but right now it felt like a cruel mockery—a reminder of the freedom you were being denied.

A sense of unease washed over you as you realized that you must have fallen asleep in Sukuna’s presence the previous day. Scolding yourself for letting your guard down, you quickly scanned the room. Sukuna was no longer there; you were alone.

The thought of escape crossed your mind, but it was quickly struck down by the subtle hum of cursed energy emanating from the concrete walls. Sukuna had erected a powerful barrier again, trapping you with no means of escape.

You let out a deep sigh, exhaustion weighing heavily on you from the entire ordeal. Yet, you knew this was far from over.

Recognizing the futility of dwelling on your captivity, you resolved to take action. Mustering your remaining strength, you hoisted your battered body up, determined to make the most of your current circumstances.

With a focused mindset, you began to practice your jujutsu skills, channeling your cursed energy and honing your techniques. Despite the aches and pains that lingered from Sukuna’s previous onslaught, you refused to let your physical limitations hold you back. You had to keep the fire burning within you; if you didn’t, he would break your spirit in a heartbeat.

After about an hour of intensive practice, your focus was abruptly shattered by the sound of rattling at the door, followed by the distinct click of a lock being opened.

Instinctively, you tensed, anticipating the arrival of Sukuna. But to your surprise, someone else entirely stepped through the threshold. A tall man with thin, black eyes and long dark hair, partially tied back. A monk-like garment draped over his body. Despite his commanding presence, a surprisingly friendly smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

You regarded the man with caution, your eyes narrowing as his gaze met yours.

“I apologize for the abrupt intrusion,” he began, his smile unwavering. “My name is Geto. I’m an associate of Sukuna’s.” Despite his charismatic demeanor, his association with Sukuna made you instinctively wary.

“Sukuna has tasked me with escorting you somewhere...,” Geto explained, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish expression. “He found it tedious to bring you himself, claiming you’d never keep up with his speed.” His tone held a silent apology for Sukuna’s demeaning words, but the tiny smile playing on his lips betrayed a hint of amusement.

Despite your lingering wariness, you couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of cautious optimism at this unexpected turn of events. Perhaps this was an opportunity to gain some leverage, or even a chance to escape. It was a risky gamble, but if it could lead to your freedom, it was one you were willing to take.

So, you agreed to go with Geto, and straightening your posture, you followed behind him as he led the way.

Getting a better sense of the building and possible escape routes was valuable in itself. It seemed Geto had noticed you scrutinizing every turn, door, nook, and cranny. His face showed a hint of curiosity at your desperation.

Finally, the last door took you outside. The air was crisp and refreshing, not oppressive and thick. It was a welcoming change, and one that immediately lifted your spirits a little.

As you turned the corner around the building, you were met with an unexpected sight. A massive, four-winged, pelican-like creature stood before you, its energy clearly betraying its nature as a curse, despite its rather harmless appearance.

“This,” Geto said, gesturing toward the peculiar curse, “is our ride.”

“A curse?” you inquired, your voice laced with skepticism.

Geto’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Trust me,” he said reassuringly, though a glint of something more sinister flickered in his eyes. “This curse is quite docile and will take us to our destination swiftly and safely.”

With some apprehension, you allowed Geto to assist you in climbing atop the massive creature. As you settled onto its back, you couldn’t help but feel apprehension, your mind racing with questions and concerns about the nature of this 'trip.'

As the creature’s large wings began to flap and the ground steadily fell away beneath you, your focus shifted. The world below unfolded before your eyes, a tapestry of rooftops, streets, and greenery stretching out to the horizon.

For a moment, you were captivated by the breathtaking sight, your worries and fears momentarily forgotten.

Then, Geto’s voice broke the serene silence. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” he asked, his tone charismatic and friendly.

His charming demeanor gave you pause. His words and manner were disarmingly pleasant, a stark contrast to the overwhelming presence and cruelty of Sukuna.

Yet, you couldn’t shake the suspicion that Geto was concealing his true nature. After all, he claimed to be an associate of the ruthless King of Curses, and his involvement in this'trip' was at Sukuna’s behest.

As you scanned the landscape below, a familiar sight caught your eye, and your heart skipped a beat. The narrow, winding streets, the lush green rolling hills, the small wooden houses with tiled red roofs—there was no doubt—you were hovering above your hometown.

A nervous feeling rose in the pit of your stomach, your mind racing with questions and concerns. What were you doing here? Was this merely a coincidence, or had Sukuna somehow discovered your personal information?

Your parents still lived in this town, and the thought of them being caught up in Sukuna’s machinations filled you with a deep sense dread.

Turning to Geto, you met him with a piercing gaze. “Why are we here?” you demanded, your fingers curling into fists as you fought to keep your composure. Geto ignored your question altogether, steering the pelican towards the ground and preparing to land atop a hill below.

The sudden drop in altitude startled you, and you gripped the feathers tightly, bracing for the impact. With a loud thud, the beast landed, and you hesitantly hopped off, your eyes immediately drawn to the imposing figure of Sukuna striding towards you from the distance.

Geto waved casually at Sukuna, who acknowledged him with a brief nod, his crimson eyes fixing upon you after, with a predatory intensity.

Being in your hometown should have brought about a sense of nostalgia and comfort, but instead, it felt terrifying to be here without knowing Sukuna’s intentions.

As Sukuna approached, his imposing figure casting a shadow over you, he casually addressed Geto. “Great job dragging her here,” he said, a satisfied smile plastered on his lips. Geto responded with an equally casual tone, as if this were a mere errand rather than a hostage situation, “Ah, it was no trouble at all.”

Your stomach churned as Sukuna’s attention turned toward you. “And you, little sorcerer,” he purred, his voice low and menacing, “if you so much as think of escaping, I’ll snap your neck without a second thought.”

The threat hung thick in the air until Geto’s mocking tone cut through the tension. “Ooh, that’s scary,” he quipped, earning a pointed glare from Sukuna.

Sukuna then ordered you to follow him, and you knew you had no choice but to obey his command. Besides, you needed to know why he had brought you here, what his twisted schemes were. The uncertainty was too agonizing to bear.

As you trailed closely behind Sukuna, you glanced back briefly at Geto and saw the faint hint of a smirk on his lips, as if he were privy to some hidden knowledge that you were not. It was unsettling, to say the least.

Walking through the streets of your hometown, a flood of memories washed over you. The bakery where you used to enjoy Saturday morning treats with your parents, the lake where you had spent carefree summers with your friends, the karaoke bar where you had shared laughter and songs with Ayumi—these places, once filled with warmth and joy, now felt tainted by Sukuna’s looming presence.

Sukuna, however, was well aware of your uncertain glances; he felt your eyes on him and smirked. He knew he had you in the palm of his hand.

With each step, you drew closer to your parents’ house, and the idea of them being caught up in this sent shivers of terror down your spine.

You tried to glance at Sukuna to discern his expressions and thoughts, but he walked quickly and remained in front of you, so all you could see was the back of his head.

Just as you approached the familiar street leading to your childhood home, to your surprise, Sukuna took a sharp left, steering you away from the residential area and towards an abandoned construction site.

The sudden change in direction caught you off guard, but you felt a twinge of relief wash over you. Perhaps Sukuna had no intention of targeting your family after all.

You remained vigilant though, your senses heightened as you followed him into the desolate, construction site.

Towering steel beams and weathered concrete surrounded you. It was completely silent except for the sound of your footsteps echoeing through the area.

Until suddenly the silence was broken as Sukuna’s voice pierced the air, “Hey ugly monster, you can come out now,” he called, his tone arrogant, but with a hint of anticipation.

Was he gonna have you killed here? You wondered. You instinctively took a step back, your eyes darting around the abandoned site, searching for any signs of the looming threat.

Then, the sound of movement reverberated through the area, accompanied by a low, guttural growl.

Emerging from the shadows, a large cursed apparition materialized before you, its head barely attached to its grotesque body, hanging on by the barest of threads.

It’s presence somehow made you want to scream and bawl your eyes out. Your legs grew shaky, as you were overcome by what you could only call a primal, visceral reaction, a revulsion so intense that you had never thought it possible.

Sukuna’s smirk was a clear indication that this was going exactly as he had planned, “Ah, there you are,” he said with contentment.

Turning his attention to you, Sukuna’s expression shifted to one of casual indifference, “This curse is particularly cruel” he began, his voice chillingly calm.

“It’s renowned for selecting its victim, severing their head, and then placing it outside of the home of the person they called out for in their final moments. Quite horrific, don’t you think?”

Ayumi

The realization hit you like a crushing blow, the memories of Ayumi’s severed head, found in a pool of blood right outside your porch, flooding your mind. The horror, the anguish, the grief. You’d felt traces of that same aura back then, that must by why it revolted you so now.

You could not speak, could not think, could not even blink, as the weight of Sukuna’s revelation bore down upon you. It ignited a rage so intense that it threatened to make you vomit.

In that moment, you were consumed by a single, all-encompassing desire – revenge.

Revenge on the monster that took Ayumi from you.

“You might say it’s even more evil than me,” Sukuna then added, with a twisted sense of satisfaction as he could read from your face that his plan was having the desired effect.

“I can kill it for you right now, with just a flick of my fingers,” Sukuna offered as if he’d anticipated your vengefulness. “I can get you your revenge,”

He paused for a moment before continuing “But... only on the condition that you forge the pact with me- the binding vow to obey my every command.”

You could barely process his words, your mind consumed by the singular desire to destroy the dreadful curse with your own hands. To watch it suffer as much as it had made your beloved friend suffer.

Yet, even as the rage coursed through you, your body refused to move, as if paralyzed by the sheer weight of your emotions.

Sukuna’s brow furrowed, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features as he watched you zone out, unresponsive to his manipulations. He had expected you to break, to lash out in a frenzy of anger and grief, but your stunned silence seemed to throw him off balance.

Sukuna flicked your forehead, his voice laced with irritation. “You still there, brat?” he asked, his crimson eyes narrowing as he studied your reaction.

Meanwhile the powerful curse stirred, its movements erratic as it prepared to use this vulnerable moment of hesitation to unleash an attack.

But before it could strike, Sukuna’s arm moved with lightning-fast precision, severing the creature’s limb in a single, fluid motion.

As its arm dropped to the floor, the creature’s agonizing screeches echoed through the empty construction site, the sound seemingly bouncing between the steel pillars.

Sukuna’s gaze remained fixed upon you this entire time.

"Woman, I need an answer now" he demanded, with impatience, leaving no room for argument. "Bind yourself to me and I'll kill it."

"This curse is at least a grade 1, it's far too strong for a weak sorcerer like you," he continued, his tone dismissive.

The truth of his words struck you like a physical blow. You knew, deep down, that the cursed spirit’s very presence had paralyzed you, rendering you powerless.

And yet, the need to make it pay for what it had done to Ayumi burned within you, with an intensity that refused to be extinguished.

So with all your might, you commanded your body to move. Gritting your teeth, you thrust out your palms against the invisible force that seemed to hold you back, summoning an enormous bolt of bright cursed energy that appeared to crackle with the power of a thunderstorm.

You vowed to yourself then and there, that this revenge would be yours, no matter the cost.

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[nanaminokanojo]

[10:00 PM] Ryomen Sukuna

LOG 14 OF MY JUJUTSU KAISEN TIMESTAMP DRABBLES

CHARACTERS: Sukuna X You WORD COUNT: 1,202 GENRE: fluff | kinda smut? | kinda angst | salaryman Sukuna TRIGGER WARNING: nudity | some touching lol | profanity | possessiveness | unhealthy amounts of jealousy lol SPOILERS: n/a

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"Baby."

Sukuna knows you heard him. Still, you continued walking as if you didn't, going ahead of him about ten paces ahead, your posture and the overall attitude in your gait speaking volumes of your current mood. He easily kept up with you, placing an arm over your shoulder, but much to his surprise, you shrugged it off you and walked the remaining expanse of sidewalk towards your shared apartment. He just watched in annoyance as you walked into the lobby and got into the elevator before him.

"Trouble with your princess?" this nosy grandma, who lived at one of the units at the first floor, asked.

Sukuna just smiled awkwardly, bowing slightly as he passed her by on his way to the elevator. When he finally got into your unit, he found your coat lying on the hallway, picking it up only to see your jeans a few steps ahead then your shirt. He finally found you in the kitchen already wrapped in a robe which you didn't even bother tying up, agitatedly pouring yourself a glass of wine, the cerise liquid sloshing around the glass violently.

You were behaving rather out of character, making a mess out of your clothes when he knew just how much you hated it when he leaves his things scattered about. On top of that, you left the cutlery drawer open with the corkscrew you used on top of the counter, droplets of red wine littering the granite top. You just passed him by without saying anything, refusing to look at him on your way to your bedroom.

I see how it is, he thought, taking long strides to the direction you went. He eyed you sternly, having had enough of your attitude. "Y/N, what's going on?" he demanded.

You flinched visibly at the way he addressed you. He doesn't call you by your name unless he was dead serious about something. "It's nothing. Don't mind me."

"Woman, don't tell me it's nothing when –"

Before he could finish, you walked into the adjoining bathroom, turning on the tap to the tub to tune him out. You were evidently being passive-aggressive now, and he detested it when you did that.

"Just go back to your party. I'm sure everyone's wondering where you've gone," you told him, picking up your glass from the dresser top. "Especially Miss Hanako." You shot him a sardonic smile before taking a swig out of your wine, the way you said the woman’s name dripping with vitriol.

And then it hit him. You've been dishing out barb since you told him you wanted to leave the company party he was partly hosting for his department. You did so when the secretary to the president arrived and started chatting him up. He was now thinking your behavior thereafter had something to do with it. You were fine before that so it could only mean one thing.

He didn't know whether to laugh or what at the thought of it. When he decided to pursue you, he didn't have qualms about it even if you were a good six years younger than him. He knew how problematic it could get having an immature partner, but that's where you were different. You held yourself with such confidence, grace and equilibrium way beyond your age, you shared the same pragmatic mindset he had and you didn't seem to have a proclivity for drama like others your age. You hardly ever fought because of petty things and he loved that about you.

But then, you're still young and he didn't hold it against you that you're suddenly acting like a brat. If anything, he was happy about it because you were never ever jealous. It sometimes made him doubt how you felt about him when you yourself would be pointing at other chicks for him to look at while saying things like, "Baby, look at her ass. Damn, she's sexy." And now that the green-eyed monster is rearing its head to the surface, he couldn't say he didn't like it.

"What about her?" he asked cautiously, making you jump the hoops.

You sneered, the action very intimidating despite your angelic features. “Oh, I don’t know, Sukuna. You tell me. You seemed to be enjoying her company. Don’t stop at my expense.”

He leveled his expressions to you. “Well, she is something, isn’t she? Smart, too.”

“Yeah, you deserve each other,” you hissed, the anger flaring up in your eyes making him stir alive.

“But she’s married.”

“All the better!” Seeing through what he was doing, you turned towards the bathroom and slammed the door shut. He didn't hear you lock it so he followed suit.

"If you're jealous, just say so already!" he told you. He wanted to hear it out of your mouth.

"Why would I be jealous? She looks like a bad rip-off of 80s Brooke Shields!" you spat, confirming his thoughts. You climbed into the bathtub sulkily, eyes on the bubbly water.

Sukuna knew he shouldn't even be thrilled about the prospect of it. If you were jealous then that means you were kinda doubting him in terms of his loyalty to you, and he should not like that, but at the same time, you were also being possessive which you rarely do. He couldn't help it.

Loosening his tie, he began shedding his clothes off, stripping naked before you, revealing the tattooed expanse of his skin and his impressive musculature as he tossed one garment after the other.

"What are you doing?" you asked as he approached, the way you mumbled the words causing him to just sigh, feeing defeated at how endearing you looked hugging your knees to yourself. "I thought I told you to go back to your party."

He didn't say anything as he went into the tub, sitting opposite you, but it wasn't long before he was pulling you towards him, positioning you between his legs so your back was pressed against his hard chest. He then began planting hungry kisses on your neck, down to your shoulders, his large hands wandering all over your body, one already having found itself on your breasts while the other coaxed your head to turn towards him so he can kiss you, his movements urgent yet languid and gentle.

"I'm all yours," he breathed against your lips, grinning. "You know that, right?"

"I know." You shrugged, facing forward again. “I don’t like the way that witch was touching you though. And you were all smiles about it, too.” You smacked him on the thigh, eliciting that deep laughter you adored no matter how mad you were at him. “Don’t laugh! It’s not funny.”

“It kinda is.”

“If you even think for a second that anyone can have you, Ryomen Sukuna, you’re wrong.” You looked him in the eyes, your dark orbs boring into him while your hand touched the side of his face, your crimson-painted nails looking like claws against his cheek. “You’re mine.”

He wrapped his arm around you, kissing you on the temple before placing his chin on your shoulder. "Jealousy is ugly, baby," he whispered in your ear, "but I gotta say, you wear it so well."

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Okay. Before I get another "untimely (and unsolicited, if I'm allowed to say) lecture" about the etymology of the word "Ryōmen (両面/りょう)" meaning "two-faced/two-sided" and not a surname or given name , let me say it now, I KNOW, but thanks anyway. Sukuna and I are neighbors, just 4 hours by train. Geez. However, I am using his whole name in literature form, so if I do switch it up and use it as a surname for him (cause heaven forbid, the Kamigami rain hell on me) it's all for fun and literary creativity. No need to get too pressed over it.

No more fighting on my comments to point this out @fushigummy @kenkinori XD

And I have nothing against the 1980s or Brooke Shields. *waves at her fans*

It's established. I love bathtub scenes although I detest the idea of stewing in my own filth. But yeah, look forward to more bathtub drabbles.

I say too many things. Bye.

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI'S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [20210603]

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

[violettelueur]

— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE ELEVEN || NARROW-MINDED

↳ featuring : fushiguro megumi + nanami kento + ieiri shoko (mention of itadori yuji + kugisaki nobara + gojo satoru + roymen sukuna + zenin maki + inumaki toge + panda + mahito) from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 12 march

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 2.0k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : idle transfiguration

↳ next episode : to you, someday

↳ barista’s notes : welcome nanamin kento to the series everyone ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ he’s finally in the series and i am so excited to write about him again since it has been a while ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ i hope you enjoy today’s episode and for the fushiguro x y/n shippers, enjoy this little interaction between them...

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only.

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’ - but none is mentioned in this chapter.

2.5 for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique

no cursed spells used this episode..

3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing.

“No reason, just worried about you,” Fushiguro mentioned, hiding his real intention of why he questioned your wellbeing, as continued to look at what was in front of him to avoid making eye contact with you since he could feel your eyes peering at him with curiosity filling them.

Sighing once again, you slap the back of his head causing him to groan since you put more strength than you intended to. “You shouldn’t worry about me Fushiguro, be selfish,” you commented before walking faster to be ahead of him, leaving him confused about what you had just mentioned to him.

“Be selfish?” Fushiguro muttered in confusion leading you to turn back to look over your shoulder before smiling at him.

“You were going to take me there right?” you asked, as you halted your movement causing the shikigami user to finally catch up to you while you had a lingering question in the back of your mind.

‘What was that dream?’

                                              ꕥ

“Didn’t I say you can head back to the track field, we’re literally a few steps away?” you asked, as you stood in front of the metal door leading inside to the infirmary while looking at your classmate with a fed-up look since he wasn’t listening to you once again.

“I said, I was going to take you here and now I’m going to wait for you here,” Fushiguro mentioned as he processed to lean against the wall, causing you to let out a sigh of frustration since you didn’t have the slightest clue on his sudden behaviour of him keeping an eye on you.

“If you’re still worried about my wellbeing, I’m okay Fushiguro,” you voice out trying to ease his worries, before turning your head to look at the door in front of you as you then entered the infirmary room the second the metal door slid open. “Thank you for waiting for me,” you quietly muttered to the shikigami sorcerer as the entrance that was going to block you both, slowly began to close leaving him on the other side, no knowing what was going on inside of where you were now.

Once you had entered the room, you quickly noticed that Ieiri was there twirling a strand of her brown lock with her ibex finger as she greeted you with a small smile, while another person - who you assumed was another sorcerer - who was beside her sitting on the metal bench while holding the side of his hip to lessen the blood loss from his wound.

From what you could observe, the male that was currently injured right now had bright blonde locks, which was strange since it was rare or uncommon for a Japanese person to have naturally light hair (since it didn’t seem dyed) causing you to assume the man had some European heritage. He also seemed to be on the older side compared to Gojo since he had somewhat of a more mature look to the strongest sorcerer that you had come to know but his outfit consisted of a blue dress-shirt with beige suit trousers as well as the professional dress shoes - what seemed to be missing was a blazer to complete the outfit.

“So you're the daughter that Gojo has been talking about lately,” the man mentioned, causing you to tilt your head in confusion since you had no idea who the man was, but he seemed to know who you were.

“Pardon?” you questioned politely since you were still in a state of perplexion, causing your mentor to giggle slightly before informing you that your teacher has been running around announcing his daughter after “keeping it a secret for 5 years” leading you to turn your head to the side and sigh once again in annoyance since you weren’t surprised that the playful sorcerer was parading your name around the facility but still it seemed a little creepy to you - just imagine him skipping around while telling everyone about you just seemed off...weirdly off.

‘What a drag…’

“Ah! I’ll heal you now since we don’t want to leave the wound open any longer,” you mentioned, as you made your way towards the sorcerer before placing your hands just above his wound while concentrating to allow your negative cursed energy to become positive which became easier over time as you kept practising leading Ieiri to be surprised on how much you had improved for the past few weeks.

“Gojo Y/N correct? I’m Nanami Kento, I would bow to be polite but that’s a bit difficult to do right now,” Nanami introduced himself, causing you to smile slightly before greeting him back.

‘So this is Nanami Kento? Shoko-san wasn’t kidding when she said he was a grade one, he does seem to be extremely skilled’

“Y/N, your theory was right about the technique used on those bodies, Kento mentioned that the technique reshapes the soul rather than the body of what we first thought,” Ieiri revealed to you, leading you to look up at the doctor with widen eyes as you hands managed to continue the healing process of Nanami’s wounds.

“Is there any way to stop the transfiguration of any sorts? Is there some kind of weakness to it?” you questioned, as you turned to the grade one sorcerer, leading him to nod as he turned to look at you.

“The use of cursed energy to protect your body is one way, but it will still cause some damage, besides that’s just a temporary solution since if we get hit more by this special grade curse, then that’s when our soul gets hit no matter how much cursed energy you put to protect yourself,” Nanami explained which lead you to look at him with a deadpan expression before you looked down to think of a solution to avoid any more casualties from this curse.

‘The only thing I can think of is Ryomen Sukuna...but Itadori is dead and there is no way that Sukuna can be inhibiting his body now anyways…my cursed spell could be a way to protect myself if it comes to the day I have to face him’

“Do you have a description of what the curse looked like?” you asked curiously since you didn’t know if you were even allowed to have any information on his mission - but you knew you had a chance since you and Ieiri examined the transfigured bodies from Kinema Cinema.

“The curse was human looking like, had patchwork around his face like it he was sewed together, he can transfigure is own body to how he likes to give him an advantage in battle,” Nanami explained leading a shiver to go up to your spine as you didn’t expect the curse’s description to be so human-like after Sukuna since you were completely used to other curses you had faced in the past, looking like what people feared - like the ocean animals, mountains, volcanos or even nature itself.

Steadily, you moved your hands away before asking Nanami to lift his shirt so you could examine his wound leading Ieiri to observe as well since she needed to make sure that your technique had been perfected as well as to make sure his wound was healed properly.

“Good job, I think you have nearly perfected it,” the doctor stated with a smile, leading you to turn to her with a bright smile on your face as you were delighted to have her approval leading her to mention that she will report your progress to Gojo since he wanted to know how you were doing with your training.

“You don’t call Gojo your father?” Nanami questioned since he had come to know from his senior that you have been his daughter for approximately five years now leading him to question why you didn’t call him as his parental figure position.

“I refuse,” you looked at him with a straight face as a slight hint of a ‘fed-up’ tone could be heard in your speech, leading Nanami to internally find the comment funny.

“Thank you for the treatment, but I must quickly head off to resume work,” Nanami declared as he slowly got up from his seat causing him to be surprised at how much your technique had actually repaired not only his wound by somewhat his whole body as well leaning him to peer at you for a second before walking out to head whatever he needed to be.

“Y/N, you can go now, if I need you, I’ll call you next time okay?” Ieiri stated to you, leading you to nod your head before announcing your departure as you processed to stand in front of the metal door, waiting for it to open as you then walked across the gap once it revealed the other side to you.

“You’re done?” someone asked, causing you to look to the side to notice that Fushiguro was still leading against the wall that he was waiting before you had entered into the infirmary to which you were surprised about since you thought he didn’t have the patience to even wait for you.

“You’re still here? Did you wait long?” you questioned, as you both began to walk back to the track field where Kugisaki and the second-years were waiting for you.

“Not really, it was actually quicker than I thought it was going to be,” Fushiguro mentioned causing you to nod along and you both became silent as you both didn’t know what else to say to each other.

However, that didn’t really bother you right now, what was bothering you was what happened before you even came here.

‘Why? Why was I dreaming that in the first place?’ you thought, as you looked down to the ground as if the answer was there for you to collect. However, you knew you would never get the answer if you didn’t make the effort to find it yourself, yet you didn’t want to.

You didn’t want to know the meaning behind it. You just wanted to forget everything that happened in that dream. 

‘There’s no point in holding on to it, it would never happen’

“You okay?” Fushiguro asked, causing you to snap out of your thoughts before realising the shikigami user was no longer beside you but rather in front of you with a stern look on his face as if he was confronting you for somewhat giving him a white-lie.

‘He’s not going to let that question go huh?’

“I’m okay Fushiguro, how many times I got to answer,” you commented before moving to the side to continue walking, only for the erratic-haired sorcerer to block your pathway once again leading a flame of annoyance to be lit up in your stomach. “What’s wrong?” you asked, as you looked up to meet him eye to eye, only to discover a worried look on his face.

“There’s something bothering you,” Fushiguro muttered causing you to scoff internally before moving to the other side again, only for him to block you once again. 

“Fushiguro, I’m fine, it was just something silly that happened with Gojo-sensei that annoyed me, I’m genuinely fine,” you answered before suddenly grabbing his wrist - catching him by surprise - to pull him towards the direction needed to go back to the track field for training, as you didn’t want a full-blown argument happening between you and him. Also, you weren’t bothered to shout at him since you were still trying to comprehend what you had just experienced.

However, before you could pull Fushiguro further to where you both needed to be, you felt him halt his movement causing you to stagger back slightly since it was really unexpected. Turning your head, you looked at the sorcerer with slight confusion displayed on your face before noticing a hand coming towards you as a small flick made a light impact on your forehead leaving you frozen in shock.

“You can rely on me anytime L/N,” Fushiguro mentioned to you nonchalantly as he retreated his hand back.

“Dear, rely on me a bit more, I’ll always be here with you and sorry for flicking your forehead, does it hurt?” 

“You drag, don’t copy me!” you argued, before slapping his forehead causing him to groan in pain while you continued to pull him along to get back to training.

‘I want to, but I don’t want to be lied to again Fushiguro…’

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[megumisbimbo]

- Six -

megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

series masterlist

©️ @megumisbimbo — all rights reserved. Please do not repost, modify or translate my work. Reblogs and likes appreciated!

Credit for the main storyline and characters goes to Gege Akutami.

tags: @xreemie @kitkozume @noyakura @vanilnya20 @tobi--o​ 

the songs are indicated throughout the story at certain points!

songs used:

in repair - john mayer

find you - nick jonas

streets - doja cat

— in repair - john mayer —

It’s been three days since the news of Yuji’s death reached you. To be honest, you’ve been a mess. Megumi has been as helpful as possible, cooking for you, tending to whatever needs you had. You’re more than grateful, and he is more than willing to help.

“(y/n), are you hungry?” Megumi asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Mm a little bit.”

“I can make you something if you’d like, unless you’d rather order takeout.”

“I’m fine with whatever.” You say paying little attention to what he’s saying due to your inability to focus on anything. He notices your far away demeanor and settles on deciding for you.

“ok, then I’ll be back in a bit.”

“ok.”

Megumi’s eyes linger on your broken expression. He shared in your grief, and he understood that Yuji was very important to you and his death is affecting you intensely. He made his way to the school kitchen. A loud female voice pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Oi what are you doing?”

“Kugisaki. I’m making (y/n) something to eat.”

“What are you making?” She asks, walking over to the counter Megumi was standing behind.

“Itadori taught me how to make meatballs and I remember them mentioning that they like them so.”

“Need any help?” Nobara asks, tying her hair back away from her face, ready to help Megumi with his cooking endeavor.

“Sure, it’ll take less time then.”

Megumi and Nobara began working on the meatballs, carefully following the recipe that Yuji had taught.

You sat on your bed staring out the window, patiently waiting for the food Megumi would soon bring. However, your mind was elsewhere. Thoughts of Yuji flooded your mind.

Could you have stopped him from going?

No, he had to go. There’s nothing you could have done to stop him. He wanted to save everyone, even if it cost him his life and in the end, it did. The more you thought about him, the more your heart hurt. A knock at the door momentarily broke you from your grieving.

— find you - nick jonas —

“Come in.”

A tall figure walks into the room, a smile plastered across their face.

“Maki? do you need something?”

“Not really, just came to check on you. Megumi is currently slaving away in the kitchen making something for you and he said you were alone so I thought I’d keep you company.“ She responds, another smaller figure emerging from behind her.

“Salmon.”

“Oh, Inumaki you’re here too.”

“Tuna tuna.”

You giggle at his choice of words, still not used to the onigiri ingredients speech he tends to use.

“So do you have a curse?” She asks.

Do I have a curse.

Well if you count all the unfortunate events that seem to happen in your life, then yes, you had a curse. But you knew that’s not what she was talking about.

“No I don’t.” You respond.

“Well I don’t either, so we’re in the same boat.”

You give her a confused look.

“Wait, then how are you a sorcerer?”

“I use weapons imbued with cursed energy and my glasses help me see the curses I’m fighting. If I’m being honest (y/n), I came here to ask if you wanted to train with us, for the Kyoto exchange.”

Your confused expression turned into an absolutely bewildered one.

“No no I couldn’t, it’s only a month away, that’s not enough time for me to learn anything. Anyways I’m supposed to be keeping a low profile, I’m not supposed to be here. So there’s no way I could fight in a school wide event.”

“Well, we could train you in secret and then present you to Principal Yaga, he can give a placement test and if you pass you’ll be able to fight with us.”

“Salmon.”

You contemplate the suggestion carefully. Could you even become mediocre enough to fight alongside them? Well it’s worth a shot.

“I’ll do it.”

For Yuji.

“Alrighty then, we’ll get started tomorrow.” She says with an amused smirk.

“What starts tomorrow?” Megumi asks, walking into the room with two bowls and two sets of chopsticks. Nobara is trailing behind him carrying a large pot.

“I’m going to teach (y/n) how to use cursed tools so she can participate in the exchange.” Maki says.

“Is that enough time for them to learn? The Kyoto students are no joke.” Megumi responds.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine.” Maki says winking at you. Inumaki exits with her leaving you three to eat your dinner.

Megumi directs Nobara over to the small table located in the center of the room. She places the pot on a small mat and opens it up. The familiar aroma fills your nose.

“Are those meatballs?!”

“Yeah come eat, Kugisaki made some ramen as well.”

“It’s my special ramen recipe, you’ll definitely like it (y/n)!”

You smile at the pair sitting before you. Oh how lucky you were to have such caring people in your life. They make this difficult time a little bit easier. You drop yourself onto the floor next to the table and Megumi hands you a pair of chopsticks. Kugisaki grabs one of the bowls and serves some of the ramen and places it in front of you.

“Ittadakimasu.” You say, more than ready to dig into the food your friends so carefully prepared for you.

“(y/n) try this.” Megumi says a meatball in between his chopsticks, which are sitting right in front of your face. You lean forward and bite into it, Megumi’s hand sitting underneath your chin in case you spill. Your eyes widen.

“This tastes just like Yuji’s!”

“I’m glad you think so, he taught me how to make them a little while ago and I remember you saying you liked them.”

Your expression softened as you stared deep into Megumi’s eyes. Both sets of eyes full of care towards the other, a small smile playing across each face.

“Bleh, save it for when you’re alone you two.” Nobara says, forcefully making her presence known.

You turn away from him, a light blush tinting your cheeks. The three of you sit and eat in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence.

Although, it did feel too quiet. You secretly hoped Yuji would burst through the door with a big smile and break the silence with a verbal sledgehammer. You missed his loud voice, his energy, his bravery, his hugs, his hands, his lips. You shake your head.

What were those thoughts about? Since when did you miss the way he felt?

You feel a hand land on yours jolting you slightly. You turn your head and see Megumi’s hand half clasped around yours, rubbing his thumb across your flesh.

“You’re crying (y/n), are you ok?”

Crying?

You touch your face and feel a dampness sitting on your cheek. When did you start crying?

Megumi lets go of your hand and wipes your cheek with the back of his. His hand lingers on your cheek and you lean into his warm touch.

I like the way his hands feel too, I wonder what his lips feel like...

“I’ll wash up the dishes” Nobara says, standing and collecting all the dirty bowls scattered across the table.

— streets - doja cat —

She exits the room, leaving you and Megumi alone. His hand finds his way back to yours, as he mindlessly scrolls through his phone. You lean your head onto his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his. He turns and gives you a soft kiss on your temple. His lips felt soft and warm. You wanted to feel them again.

“We should sleep. It’s getting pretty late.” He says, his face mere inches away from yours.

“Will you..stay next to me...just until I fall asleep.” You hesitantly ask.

“Sure.” He responds with a sweet smile. He smiles more often now, but only when he’s with you. As if, he only wants you to see him smile. As if his smile belonged to you.

“You can take a shower first.” He says, as he reaches his hands out to you pulling you up from the ground and into his arms. You let go of him and make your way over to the closet. You grab some pajamas and your shower stuff and walk into the bathroom. You take a quick shower, desperate to sleep this awful day away. You walk out of the bathroom, a towel around your neck, protecting your clothes from the water that drips from your hair. Megumi walks behind you, taking the towel off of your shoulders. He drops it back on top of your head, and begins gently massaging your hair.

“You don’t have to Megumi, I could have done it myself.” You say, a soft blush painting your cheeks.

“It’s fine, I wanted to do it anyway.” He responds, His fingers expertly rubbing your damp hair. His gentle movements slowly put you to sleep, and you catch yourself leaning back onto his chest. He throws the towel into the laundry bin and picks you up bridal style carrying you to your bed. You’re too exhausted to try and stop him, so you allow yourself to melt into his hold. He places you on your bed and gets into it himself. He keeps himself above the covers, giving you space so you can feel his presence without feeling uncomfortable. You slowly drift off to sleep.

You wake up when you feel the bed move. Your eyes open slightly catching Megumi sitting on the edge of your bed, ready to go to his own. You reach over and lightly tug on the edge of his shirt, getting his attention.

“Where are you going?” You ask, your voice groggy and strained.

“Back to my bed, I thought you were asleep.” He responds, brushing his soft fingers across your cheek.

“...Stay.”

He looks at you with a faint shocked expression.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’m only a few feet away you could-“

“Stay.” You say, cutting him off mid sentence. He gives in, and lays back down on the bed next to you.

“Are you cold?” You ask.

“No I’m ok.” He says.

You know he’s lying. He’s actively shaking next to you, and he thinks you won’t notice? Nice try Megumi.

“Get under the covers, you’re shaking.”

He gives you a questioning look, making sure you actually know what you’re saying.

“You sure?”

“Yes Megumi I’m sure.”

He sits up once again, pulling the blankets up and over himself. You slot yourself next to him, facing his back. You subconsciously wrap an arm around him, placing your chin comfortably on his shoulder. Your breath tickles his ear, causing him to smile ever so slightly. He intertwines your hands and enjoys the warmth radiating from your body.

He wakes up early the next morning, your legs tangled together and your lips dangerously close to his. He must have turned in his sleep. He sets his smooth hand on your still sleeping face, running his thumb across the apple of your cheek.

“Cute.”

[megumisbimbo]

- One -

megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

series masterlist

©️ @megumisbimbo — all rights reserved. Please do not repost, modify or translate my work. Reblogs and likes appreciated!

Credit for the main storyline and characters goes to Gege Akutami.

the songs are indicated throughout the story at certain points!

songs used:

sunflower - vampire weekend

turn back time - wayv

humble - kendrick lamar

look at me! - xxxtentacion

———— sunflower - vampire weekend ————

It was a normal school day. You sat through each of your classes bored out of your mind. If only something interesting would happen, maybe then you’d enjoy your day. Classes felt longer than usual and all you could think about was getting to the occult club and opening whatever Itadori found last night.

Classes had finally finished. You raced to the other end of the school and walked into the club room and greeted your two classmates.

“Where’s Itadori? Shouldn’t he be here with the thing he found yesterday?”

“We thought it would be cooler if we broke into the school late at night and opened it then!” Sasaki says with a bright sinister smile. Iguchi sat next to her and nodded his head in agreement.

Just then, Itadori walked into the room with a bright smile and greeted you three.

“(y/n)-senpai here’s the thing I found yesterday. Sasaki-senpai said to give it to you so you guys can open it tonight. I’m not gonna be able to make it.”

“No worries Itadori, we’ll make sure to take pictures when nothing shows up.” You say glancing at Sasaki.

You had always been skeptical when it came to ghosts and monsters. Iguchi and Sasaki were your best friends so they always ended up dragging you on their haunted adventures. Itadori was the newbie first year who recently joined. He was happy to take the pair on their ghostly escapades when you weren’t available.

Sasaki ruffled through her bag and pulled out the ouija board you four regularly played with. Itadori turned to you and asked if you were ready to call on the spirit of the day. After asking your fellow club members, he called upon them.

“Spirits! Spirits! Please reveal an animal that the school council president is weaker than!” Itadori said giggling slightly.

You watched as the small coin shaped object wiggled underneath your finger.

Ku

Ri

O

Ne

“A sea angel?!?” Itadori roared.

Your giggles were interrupted by the door suddenly sliding open revealing the sea angel himself.

“OCCULT RESEARCH CLUB!” The council president yelled, startling you.

“Your club did not submit an activities report! We don’t have room in this school for such irresponsibility!” He yelled, anger dousing his tone.

He explained that the club was going to be used as a changing room starting today and your club was to find somewhere else to play.

“I wouldn’t mess with our members council president.” Itadori said smirking at you and your friends. Sasaki slams a book onto the table and pushes her glasses up onto her nose.

“Here’s your proof council president! As you know, our rugby field has been closed off. The students who used it started getting sick and some were even hospitalized. Don’t you think that’s strange? I mean we’re talking about tough rugby players here. WELL. Just before the players began getting sick, they stated that they heard strange noises and voices on the field.”

You stand up and flip through the book that had rested under Sasaki’s hand.

“That’s where this newspaper article comes in.” You say showing the president an old newspaper clipping from many years ago.

“Mr. Yoshida, a construction man, went missing and he was last seen here at this school during construction.”

Sasaki interrupted, finishing the riveting story you four had discovered.

“Which means. Mr. Yoshida’s body is buried in the rugby field and the sickness was caused by the lingering spirit!” Sasaki said with stars in her eyes. Itadori and Iguchi stood on either side of you two giving jazz hands for dramatic effect. The council president looks at you four with a blank stare, dumbfounded at the ridiculous story.

“No...” He started.

“They were caused by ticks.”

You felt Sasaki wilt beside you while Itadori argued with the council president, explaining that either way this was club activity. The council president interjected and rudely pointed out the fact that neither you nor Itadori were registered with the occult club, leaving the club with too few members.

“Itadori, (y/n)... I thought you said you put your names down.” Sasaki said with an evil glare plastered on her face.

“Sorry Sasaki... I lost the paper ehehe...” You said, staring down at your feet with regret and a bit of fear hidden behind your eyes.

“I did put down the occult club senpai! I swear!” Itadori announced.

“Then who changed it?”

“I DID.” A voice barked, alarming all the students present.

“Coach Takagi?!” You all yelled in unison.

“Itadori, we need your speed and strength on the track and field team.”

“I ALREADY SAID I WASN’T JOINING!” Itadori wailed, hoping the coach would get the hint.

“No can do. However I’m a fair man so I will let you go if you beat me in a fair fight.”

“You’re on!”

You all ran down to the track to see Itadori battle it out with the coach.

“You think he’ll win?” You say skeptical of Itadori’s strength.

“I’ve heard he won the Ninja Warrior contest and he’s the incarnation of Mirko Cro Cop!” Iguchi explained.

“But he’s not dead...”

You watched as Itadori threw the heavy ball the same way a pitcher would. It whizzed through the air landing at about 30 meters from where he started, demolishing the Coach’s record of 14 meters.

“He’s like a gorilla.” Sasaki says behind you.

Itadori then walked up to the three of you and you congratulated him on his impressive upper arm strength.

“You know you don’t have to stay in this club Itadori.” Sasaki said.

“Thanks Senpai, but as much as you guys love haunted places, you wouldn’t go if (y/n) or I didn’t go with you.”

“Being scared is what makes it fun.” Sasaki says, laughing nervously.

Itadori checks his watch and realizes that it was time for him to leave. He speeds down the stairs and out the gates of the school, dust collecting behind him from how fast he was going. Out of the corner of your eye you spot a tall, handsome ravenette. You stare at him a little and hear him call out to Itadori trying to stop him. Do they know each other? Maybe he’s a first year too. “I’ve never seen him. He seems interesting, and cute.” You think to yourself. He notices your stare and sharply turns away giving off an egotistical aura. You break your gaze and scoff. “Interesting, cute...and cocky.”

————— turn back time - wayv —————

The room was dark, lit only by the light of a single candle resting on the table that Sasaki, Iguchi and you sat around. You handed Sasaki the wrapped object and she began fiddling with the stained paper. There were weird symbols on the paper, it kind of looked like a talisman.

“This is creepy, I’m gonna turn a light on.” Iguchi said timidly.

“No no we need to keep the ambience.”

Sasaki finally gripped on to a corner of the paper and began unraveling. The unraveled paper revealed a dark crimson finger.

“Is it real?” Sasaki asks.

“Probably not. Someone must have put it there as a joke.” You say, the skeptical side of you hiding the real fear you felt.

Suddenly the room shook and the candle went out. You were frozen with fear. In all the times you’d gone out to haunted places, you’ve never caught anything, but this time felt different. A faint screeching noise startled you three. Slowly you looked up and noticed a giant monster coming straight for you. You grabbed Sasaki’s hand, the finger stuffed into her pocket, and ran for dear life, Iguchi trailing closely behind. You hear the wall of the club room burst, and glancing behind you a huge creature was seen, hot on your trail. Iguchi turns a corner separating himself from you and Sasaki. You pull her behind a wall and sit with your hand pressed firmly against her mouth. You wait there for what feels like hours. Iguchi walks toward you ever so slowly.

“Iguchi! Thank goodness!” Sasaki says naively.

As he walks closer to you two, you notice the small monster that has latched onto his face. Your heart drops.

“H-el-p m-e..”

Iguchi’s voice rang through the hall alerting the creature that followed you and Sasaki. Almost instantly, the monster picked you, Sasaki, and Iguchi up. You felt the monster feel you all over, as if it was searching for something. Your mind starts going blank. Thoughts of your childhood, your family, the memories you made at school, flood your head. Thick, hot tears stream down your face. You faintly hear the voice of a person yelling. Your vision faded and soon you blacked out completely.

Megumi pov:

————— humble - kendrick lamar —————

Running down the halls I find one of the curses that Sukuna’s finger attracted.

“Out of my way! Divine dogs! You can eat it.”

The curses were getting closer together.

The finger was close.

I turn the corner and find Itadori’s friends. The curse is trying to eat them and the finger?!

Wait.

I recognize one of them. The one that was staring at me on the field.

“I’m not gonna make it!”

A loud crash echoes through the hallway. The window was smashed by someone.

Itadori?!

I watch in shock as he scoops up his friends. The one I’d seen before suddenly falls from his grasp. I run over and catch them in my arms. My heart beats faster.

What was this feeling?

I hold them close to my chest as my divine dogs run over and eat the curse.

“Normally I’d be pissed.. but good job.”

“Oh thanks, but what are those munching on the curse?” Itadori asks.

“Those? You can see them? They’re my shikigami. Normally you can’t see curses, unless you’re facing your death or in special places like this.”

Itadori stands and Sukuna’s finger drops from the girl’s pocket into his hand.

“This what your looking for?” Itadori asks.

I drop the feet of the unconscious person, still holding them upright. I reach my hand out to grab the cursed object. Itadori reaches out to take his senpai from my arms. A loud gurgling comes from the ceiling, startling me.

“RUN!”

I cling tightly to sleeping body and protect it from the curse as I try to call for Nue. The curse picks me up and throws us both against the wall, waking them up slightly. The curse gets ahold of us once again and blows the whole side of the school out, exposing us to the cold night air.

(y/n) pov:

You wake up with a pounding headache. You feel two arms around your waist and the cold night air blowing on your face. Were you flying? You look up and see a different monster heading your way.

“Hang on!” A voice calls behind you.

You turn slightly and see the same black haired boy from this morning. Why was he holding you? And why were you flying through the air? Where is Iguchi and Sasaki?

Slipping from the boy’s grip, you land on the hard concrete behind him. He glances over to you, checking to see if you survived the landing. You looked at him with big tear filled eyes. He struggled to put his hands together to form a bird shadow puppet. What is he doing?

“Damn I can’t focus.” He says, frustration written in his defined features.

Itadori flies through the air and whacks the monster on what looks like the head.

“Are you guys ok?!” He screams aiming his worry at you.

“I thought I told you to run.” The boy asks with a harsh tone.

“No can do, You were in trouble and you still had (y/n) in your arms.”

He jumps back onto the monster and starts beating it ruthlessly.

“Stop! You can’t defeat it without cursed energy!” The boy says.

Itadori doesn’t stop fighting it. The monster grabs him tightly and pushes him closer to his mouth.

“Itadori!!” You scream, heart beating out of your chest.

“Then all I need is cursed energy right Fushiguro?!”

He throws the crimson finger into the air and swallows it in one swift motion. Your jaw drops as the black haired boy, who Itadori referred to as Fushiguro, screamed at him. Fushiguro turns to you and, noticing your shock, runs over. He uses his entire body as a shield over you while his eyes are locked on Itadori’s changing body. Your eyes peek over his shoulder giving you a clear view of Itadori. Dark tattoo like marks form on Itadori’s tan skin. He looked like himself, but different. His nails grow long and sharp. He turns to the monster and swipes his hand upward, causing it to disintegrate. Itadori, or what looks like Itadori, turns back to you and Fushiguro with burning scarlet eyes.

————— look at me! - xxxtentacion —————

“Finally! A cursed spirit’s flesh is no fun! What a wonderful age it has become, women and children crawling around like maggots! It’ll be a massacre!”

His voice is deep and there is no trace of Itadori in his tone. Your breathing is heavy against Fushiguro’s neck. His arms are wrapped protectively around you as you’re both crouched down on the floor. The strange man’s eyes lock onto you.

“You don’t look like a sorcerer, maybe i’ll kill you first!” He says laughing maniacally.

Fushiguro’s grip tightens out of anger, squeezing so tight it hurts. A familiar voice exited the tattooed man’s body.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing with my body? Give it back.”

The soft, sweet voice of your kohai calms your nerves ever so slightly.

He’s still there.

Fushiguro lets go of you and stands in front of Itadori.

“Don’t move! You’re no longer human. Under jujutsu regulations, I will exorcise you as a curse, Itadori Yuuji!”

tags: @xreemie @noyakura

big thank you to @noyakura for the banner :’)) ily

[megumisbimbo]

- Five -

megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

series masterlist

©️ @megumisbimbo — all rights reserved. Please do not repost, modify or translate my work. Reblogs and likes appreciated!

Credit for the main storyline and characters goes to Gege Akutami.

tags: @xreemie @kitkozume @noyakura @vanilnya20​ @tobi--o​

the songs are indicated throughout the story at certain points!

songs used:

i love you - billie eilish

killshot - magdalena bay

You sit in Megumi’s room, an empty box of sashimi and soda can sitting beside you. You’re on your fifth movie, silently wishing Fushiguro would come through the door and keep you company.

Your wish is granted...but not in the way you’d hoped.

Fushiguro’s beaten and broken body leans on the door frame as he pushes the door open with the only strength he has left. You run up to the door and he falls into your outstretched arms.

“Megumi! Are you ok?? What happened?!”

“(y/n)...i’m sorry...”

“Sorry? Megumi what’s going on?”

He doesn’t respond, dropping his tired head onto your shoulder. You pull him into the room and throw him onto his bed. You lightly smack his face a few times in hopes of waking him up a bit, but he’s knocked out cold. You run out the room frantically searching for Yuuji. You run into Nobara’s room and find her face in bandages.

What the hell happened.

—— i love you - billie eilish ——

You nervously sit by Megumi’s bedside, waiting for him to wake up again. After about an hour he wakes up. He sees your face and quickly sits up.

“(y/n)!”

“Megumi what���s going on!? Nobara’s face is bandaged and I can’t find Yuuji anywhere!”

He reaches a hand out and cups your cheek, wiping away the small tears that roll down your face. You didn’t even know you were crying.

“I’m scared Megumi...”

“I know, and I don’t know if there’s an easy way to tell you this, but Itadori...is not coming back...”

Your eyes widen in shock.

“What do you mean-”

“(y/n) he...he’s dead...”

You stare blankly into his eyes, processing the words that just came out of his mouth.

He can’t be.

Your eyes well up with even more tears, and they stream down your face leaving a warm trail. Your heart is racing and millions of questions are running through your mind.

“Him and Kou fought-“

“Kou?” You say, cutting him off

“...Kou...was also killed by the curse...”

The pain is too much. Your crying becomes louder and more violent. You’re shaking uncontrollably as Megumi holds onto your arms, keeping you from hurting yourself. Your eyes shoot open and your pupils begin shaking. Megumi notices and desperately tries to calm you down. He pulls you into his arms and presses your face onto the fabric on his shoulder, as you sob. He pulls away slightly, putting your face in between his warm hands. Your eyes are still shaking. Your hysteria isn’t going to let up anytime soon. He pulls your face up towards his, stopping with only a few inches between you two. You feel his hot breath on your lips. Your eyes flutter closed as you wait for Megumi’s soft lips to meet yours. He swipes his thumb across your cheek, getting rid of the excess moisture from your tears. He pulls away, panting heavily.

“Let’s sleep for a bit. There’s lots to think about and I think we would both benefit from a nap right now.” He says, unable to make eye contact.

You absentmindedly nod and fall into his arms, exhausted from crying. You rest your head against his chest, and his heartbeat gently lulls you to sleep.

You wake up a while later, unsure of how much time has passed. Couldn’t have been long if the sun is still out. You’re alone.

Where’s Megumi?

You barely make it out the door when you suddenly remember that Itadori was gone...Kou was too...

You walk back into the room feeling utterly defeated.

Wait...earlier.

Megumi.

Was he trying...to kiss you?

—— killshot - magdalena bay ——

Megumi pov:

Why did I do that.

They’re probably really confused.

What if they don’t like me back.

I shouldn’t have got that close.

But it felt so right...

“‘Live a long life’?..doesn’t mean much when you go and die yourself. Is this your first time having a partner die?” Kugisaki asks, sitting on the steps beside me.

“First time for one my age...”

“Well you’re taking it well.”

“Same to you, although (y/n) isn’t...”

“You told them already?”

“They had to find out at some point, I thought maybe they’d want to hear it from me.”

“Well I didn’t know him for that long. I’m not some simple woman who cries when someone she just met dies.” She says.

Her breathing becomes shaky and I can hear her sniffling. My eyes begin to water just a bit but I hold them back when I hear a familiar voice.

“What’s this? You’re looking more glum than usual Megumi. This a wake or something?”

“Zenin-senpai.” I respond.

“Don’t call me by my last name!-“

She’s swiftly interrupted by another familiar voice coming from behind a statue.

“Maki! Maki! You actually don’t know why they’re so down?” Panda-senpai says.

“What are you talking about?” Maki responds.

“Someone really did die yesterday! One of the first year boys!”

“Bonito flakes”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner!? Now I look like some heartless, cold-blooded demon!”

“That’s exactly how you came off!”

“Tunamayo.”

I look over my shoulder and see (y/n) coming towards us.

I guess they were going to meet the second years at some point. Might as well be now.

“(y/n)!” I say standing up to meet them.

They walk over to where I’m standing and wrap an arm around my waist, burying their cheek in my shoulder.

I wrap my arm around their shoulders and place my opposite hand on their cheek stroking it lightly.

I guess they’re not mad at me.

Nobara gets up and stands next to us, eyeing us and the position we’re currently in.

“Hm, I knew something was up.”

I give a small smile and look at (y/n) who looks lost in their thoughts. I wonder what they’re thinking about.

(y/n) pov:

You stand next to Megumi, his arm wrapped protectively around you. Tight enough to make you feel safe, but not enough to suffocate you. You gripped onto him as your thoughts take you captive once again.

“You’re supposed to try and make me feel better!!” You hear a voice say in the distance.

Who were those people? They seem to be wearing similar uniforms to you three.

“Who are those guys?” Nobara asks.

“The second year upperclassmen.” Megumi responds.

So they’re your age...

“You have to be kinder to your underclassmen.” The panda says.

Wait...the panda...talks?!?

Megumi interrupts your thoughts and starts giving a rundown on who each student is.

“Zenin-senpai is the best of all the students at wielding cursed tools.” He says pointing to the tall green-haired ponytail girl.

“Salmon.”

“That’s the cursed speech user, Inumaki-senpai. He can only speak in onigiri ingredients. And that’s Panda-senpai. There’s one more, Okkotsu-senpai, he’s the only one I can openly respect, but he’s overseas right now.” Megumi explains, looking at yours and Nobara’s confused faces.

“Wait. You’re not adding more about the panda named Panda?” Nobara responds.

You look at Megumi and nod your head in agreement with Nobara.

He sighs and looks away from both of you.

“We’re sorry about this...and when you’re in mourning. Please forgive us for that. The truth is we’d like you to participate in the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event.” The panda says, his hands clasped together, practically begging.

“Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event? What’s that?” Nobara asks, looking to Megumi for any kind of explanation.

“It’s a get together with the other tech school in Kyoto. But isn’t it mainly for second and third years?” He asks his senpais.

“Those stupid third years are suspended right now. So you need to participate.”

Panda describes what goes on at the event, saying that it’s basically a showdown between jujutsu sorcerers from each school.

I don’t understand anything they’re talking about.

“So you’ll do it right? I mean you just had a partner die on you after all.”

You flinch at the ponytail’s comment. Megumi notices and squeezes your shoulder lightly. Both first years look at you, silently asking for permission to train and fight in this event. You smile and nod.

You wouldn’t want them to miss out on something just because of you.

“We’re in.”

AHHH uni is kicking my butt right now so i’m only going to be able to post once a week from now on :(( i’m so sorry but pls bear with me ! 

[megumisbimbo]

- Four -

megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

series masterlist

©️ @megumisbimbo — all rights reserved. Please do not repost, modify or translate my work. Reblogs and likes appreciated!

Credit for the main storyline and characters goes to Gege Akutami.

tags: @xreemie @kitkozume @noyakura @vanilnya20​ @tobi--o​

the songs are indicated throughout the story at certain points!

songs used:

put your records on - ritt momney

who dat boy - tyler the creator

goodbye - billie eilish

— put your records on - ritt momney —

(y/n) pov:

It was early in the morning when you were woken up by the sound of rustling. You turn and see Fushiguro frantically getting himself together.

“New mission?” You ask, voice deep and scratchy.

“It was a bit of an emergency, sorry I can’t stay today. But the rest of the sashimi is in the fridge.”

“I’ll be fine Megumi, I promise. You shouldn’t worry so much you’ll get wrinkles.” You say, causing him to let out a small chuckle.

“Are you ready to leave yet?” You ask

“No not yet.”

“Then can I play with Kou?”

Megumi gives you a puzzled glare.

“Kou?..”

“Your white dog. I named it Kou! Isn’t it cute!?”

“You shouldn’t get so attached to them you know.”

“Yes yes I know. Now can I play with it?!”

Megumi smiles and summons his white dog, who he noticed has taken a special liking to you. As much as he knew it would be a bad idea for you to get so attached to his shikigami, he couldn’t help but feel all warm inside when he saw you laughing. He finished getting ready and him and his white dog make their way out the door bidding you goodbye. You stare out the window again, noticing that you tend to do that often. Well you didn’t want to sit around all day bored as hell, so you decide to watch a movie on Megumi’s television and finish the sushi from the day before.

Megumi pov:

They looked so cute playing with my divine dog, how could I say no to that face.

“Snap out of it Megumi.” Nobara says waving her hand in front of my face.

“Were you even paying attention?”

“Of course I was.” I respond, slightly irritated.

“Thinking about (y/n) again?”

“WHA- WHY- WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT??” I say, startled by her question.

“I don’t know. Just a hunch I guess.”

Itadori walks outside and greets us with a smile. Reminds me of their smile...stop it Megumi you’re going insane.

Ijichi-san’s black car rolls up beside us and we step into the backseat. He drives us to the Juvenile Detention Center in West Tokyo. We step out of the car and walk towards building two.

“Our windows confirmed a curse womb approximately three hours ago. Five inmates are currently trapped inside along with the curse. Curse wombs that grow and change shape can be expected to become a curse close to that of a special grade. You are not to engage.”

I know that a curse of special grade ranking should be dealt with by a special grade sorcerer. Where is Gojo-sensei?

“Satoru is currently on a business trip.”

Of course.

A woman comes running towards us, stopped by the gate guards.

“Is Tadashi...my son. Is my son ok?!?”

I turn and see Itadori’s face turn pale. He needs to stop letting his feelings get involved.

“We cannot disclose any more information at this point.” One of the guards explains.

“Fushiguro, Kugisaki. We have to save him.” Itadori says.

“Of course.”

Ijichi-san lowers the curtain and I summon Kou.

“If it gets close, Ko-... my dog will let us know.”

“Let’s do this.”

— who dat boy - tyler the creator—

We walk into the building and are immediately caught off guard. The whole place is a maze. I turn around looking for the entrance.

“Damn. Where’s the door?”

Kugisaki and Itadori panic but I explain that Kou would be able to sniff it’s way out, since it remembered the scent of the entrance.

“You’re so reliable Fushiguro.” Itadori says with a smile, a familiar glint in his eyes.

He reacts the same way (y/n) does. They really must be close.

We walk deeper into the maze and find the work yard where the curse had first been seen. A mangled up body lay across from us. Itadori walks up to the body and pulls on the shirt he was wearing.

Tadashi Okazaki

“Is it that woman’s son?” Kugisaki asks.

“We’re bringing this body back. His face isn’t that messed up. She won’t be satisfied if we just tell her that her son is dead.” Itadori responds.

I grab onto his uniform and pull him away from the victim.

“Leave him. We have to confirm that the other two are dead.” I say, knowing exactly who this man is.

“Everytime we look back the path is different. How’re we gonna get back here?” Itadori responds.

“I said leave him. I never said we were coming back. He’s not even worth saving alive, why would I save his dead body.”

Itadori grabs onto the collar of my jacket.

“What’re you talking about?” He says, anger laced in his tone.

“This is a juvenile detention center. I read about what he did to get in here. He was driving without a license and hit a girl who was walking home from school, and that was the second infraction. I know you want to save everyone, so they can die a natural death, but who’s to say that someone you save won’t kill someone else in the future?”

Itadori looks at me with a blank stare. Anger festers within him. I can feel his energy shifting.

“THEN WHY DID YOU SAVE ME!?”

I...can’t answer that.

Kugisaki’s voice tears us away from each others stare.

“Knock it off you two! This isn’t the time or-“

Her body being sucked into a hole on the ground cuts her sentence off. We both stare blankly at the spot where she was standing.

No way.

“There’s no way...my divine dog would have-“

I turn around and see Kou’s head sticking out of the wall. Completely dead. My heart sinks. (y/n).

“Fushiguro!”

I turn towards Itadori, fear building up inside me.

“Run! We’ll find Kugisaki after we get away-“

My words are cut off by the immense amount of cursed energy I suddenly feel beside us. The special grade.

I can’t move. Neither can Itadori...I think.

Itadori suddenly swings his slaughter demon upwards in hopes of at least wounding the special grade. It proves absolutely futile when both the slaughter demon and his hand fly through the air landing a few feet away from us. I look back at Itadori and find his arm gushing with blood.

We’ve lost.

“Fushiguro. Run. Find Kugisaki. Let me know when you get out of here.”

“I’m not leaving you behind!”

“Fushiguro...Please...”

My heart sinks as I see Itadori’s pleading smile. I know he’s strong, but he’ll die if I leave him with this curse.

Wait.

I nod and find my will to move. I run as fast as I can through the building desperately searching for Kugisaki, my black divine dog leading the way. I finally reach her and, using my frog shikigami, pull her away from the curse that was holding her. We both manage to escape from the building. I drop her off with Ijichi-san, and my divine dog lets out a howl, signaling our escape.

Please let him make it out.

Ijichi-san explains that he’ll take Kugisaki to a doctor, and insists that I come along with him. I refuse and opt to wait for Itadori outside the building. I ask him if he could do his best to bring a sorcerer higher than a grade one when he returns. Although it isn’t likely he will, he agrees and drives away with Kugisaki safely tucked in the backseat.

I wait for what feels like ages. Suddenly, I notice the expanded dormitory has disappeared, which means the special grade curse has died.

Now if Itadori would just come back.

My thoughts are interrupted by a familiar sinister voice.

“If it’s about him, he’s not coming back.”

My whole body tenses up at the sound of that demon’s voice.

“Don’t worry, I’m in a good mood right now. Let’s talk.”

Where’s Itadori? He should have switched back by now.

“He seems to be having some trouble, but it’s only a matter of time before he’ll switch back. So I thought about what I could do in the meantime.” Sukuna says, an evil grin creeping across his face.

I watch as Sukuna buries his fist inside Itadori’s chest and rips out his heart. My eyes widen as I watch him hold Itadori’s still beating heart in his hand.

“I’m taking this brat hostage!”

He can live without the heart but...Itadori can’t. He’ll die if he switches back.

“Itadori will come back, even if his death is the result...that’s just the type of person he is.” I say, my heart racing.

“You think too highly of him. Just a while ago he was so scared while on the verge of death. He was a mess you know. Talking about (y/n) and why he’s sorry and how he’ll miss them. How pathetic.”

(y/n). Dammit.

My mind is racing as I stare at Itadori’s body, covered with tattoos and gushing red hot blood.

I’ll try and make him restore Itadori’s heart before he comes back by convincing him that he can’t win with a heartless body. I have to. But is that even possible? For someone who couldn’t even move in front of a special grade curse. Doesn’t matter. I’ll do it.

“I’m finally outside, Let’s make use of this space!”

I quickly summon Nue to fight Sukuna. Although I’m using my shikigami, I’ll fight him myself as well. I think I manage to land a blow, but it’s quickly blocked.

“Put some more curse behind your blows!” Sukuna says before punching me in the face.

I summon my Serpent and with the help of Nue, I manage to restrain Sukuna.

“Don’t give him a chance!” I yell to my shikigami, hoping that I’d be able to hold him long enough to land a critical blow.

I watch in shock as Sukuna rips my Serpent apart, freeing himself. Without a second to think, I find him grabbing onto the back of my shirt, flinging me into the air. He follows me up into the sky and hits me hard against the back of my head. I fly aimlessly through the air, but Nue scoops me into its wings and softens the blow of the landing. I turn and pet it’s head.

Nue is at its limit. I have to undo the spell before it’s destroyed. I carelessly used my shikigami and now my Serpent and Kou are both destroyed.

Sukuna lands in front of me.

“Your shikigami use shadow as a medium, don’t they?” He asks.

“So what?”

“Hmmm, you don’t get it do you?

I give him a questioning look, still disoriented from the beating I just received.

“What a waste of talent...in any case, I’m not going to heal the brat. He’s not even worth fighting for.”

“Well I save people...unfairly.”

I let out all of my curse, allowing the blue tinted energy to flow through and around me.

“You’re going to get fired up now? That’s good! Well then. Entertain me Fushiguro Megumi!!”

I begin reciting a chant usually done by shinto priests that is believed to summon the dead. Also known as “The ten sacred treasures.” My thoughts are spinning, disorienting me more.

(y/n). What would they think of me? How could I face them if I lose Itadori.

— goodbye - billie eilish —

I stop, realizing the only way to win is to pull Itadori out of his own head, no matter the cost.

“Itadori, I know you can hear me. I didn’t have any logical reason to save you and (y/n) back then. Even if it was dangerous, even if they are a liability, I couldn’t watch good people die. I had some doubts but... ultimately I made a selfish choice driven by my emotions. But that’s fine. So to answer your question...I saved you because...because I’m not a hero. I’m a sorcerer. I never regretted saving you two. Not even once.”

The tattoos on his body begin to fade, and Itadori’s face resurfaces.

“I see...You’re smart Fushiguro and I think the way you live your truth is right. But I don’t think I’m wrong either.”

Itadori’s chest gushes blood and his body becomes limp.

“Ah, it’s almost time for me... Kugisaki and Gojo-sensei...I guess I don’t have to worry about them anymore. Live a long life Fushiguro, and tell (y/n)...I...love....the-“

His body hits the ground creating a puddle of blood. Tears form in my onyx eyes.

I have to go home to (y/n)...what will I tell them. I’m sorry (y/n). I couldn’t save him.