#overgrown idiot cat

[snowbanshee]

This is how people acquire cats. They just march in making demands, and you can't help but fall in love with them.

[lani-heart]

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parings -> riki nishimura x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hyrbid au warnings -> n/a word count -> 2.4k

abstract -> he's perfect how he is... but can maybe change for her.

y/n’s perspective

“Niki, we always do this” I whined as he locked himself in the bathroom. I needed to get him ready for tonight’s party. If I didn’t have to go I wouldn’t… but with my family pushing me into choosing a major in business, they're making me befriend other kids who are from wealthy families. 

“Please… I don’t want to go alone” I begged but he didn’t respond. It was running late and the driver was gonna be here soon… so I might have to go alone today. 

I gave up trying to convince him and I went to do the final touches. Grabbing a jacket, fixing my makeup, and grabbing everything I needed. 

When I left my room, I couldn’t help but smile. 

“You’re gonna go with me?” I asked and he nodded. “I can’t let you go on your own” he muttered and I chuckled. “Besides, look at how forgetful you are,” he said as he pulled my hair roller off my bangs. “Oh,” I said genuinely forgetting as he laughed at me. 

“Do you–” “Yes, I have my tail ring on. I’m ready, now let's go before your dad starts calling”

Riki Nishimura was a stray hybrid I met when I was a kid. We were on a vacation trip to Japan when I saw him. I offered him some food I had on me and he took it from me to eat it like he was starved. 

My parents were already wanting to get me a hybrid so I begged them to keep him. In which they reluctantly agreed. However, when we found out he wasn’t a normal black cat hybrid they agreed. 

He was a panther hybrid and has been with me for years. We grew up together… However, my parents never liked how rowdy he was. Even now they tell me to get another hybrid, one that could join me in dinners, parties, and one who is overall more well-behaved. 

I wasn’t gonna let them replace him. He was my best friend, my number one confidant. Besides… who needs a fancy and well-behaved hybrid? Niki was way more fun!

niki’s perspective

It was the same old party they threw with the same kids as their rich human parents and new collectibles. They liked to collect new hybrids where they’d show them off and then throw them away… but not y/n. 

Without her, I probably would still be mistaken for an overgrown cat hybrid on the street. It doesn’t mean I liked being gawked at and set a price on what they’d trade her for me. Of course, she’d never let them... I’ve seen how annoyed and angry she gets and it made me happy she cared so much. 

I cared for her too… She was clumsy and an idiot so she needed someone to take care of her. So I'm here… at a stupid party filled with spoiled rich kids. 

Not to say she isn't spoiled… she is. However, I never questioned that she loved me. She always makes that clear with everything she does for me. 

“Oh! You’re y/n right?” I heard and I saw a girl behind us with what smelled like a bird hybrid. “Mmhm… have we met before?” she asked why I didn’t think so… I would’ve recognized her and her hybrid. “My name–”

I didn’t care what she had to say… I just didn’t like how her hybrid kept on staring at me with those eyes of his. What was his problem?

I was cut off from my thoughts when suddenly the topic of discussion became me… 

“He’s really pretty and exotic too! I just haven’t heard good things about him, you know?” she said and I had to refrain from growling at her. Who was she to talk right in front of my face about me? And to y/n?

“Jay here is well-behaved! He’s from America you know–” Is that supposed to make him impressive? Congrats bird you’re a pet! “–it's just a shame you know. I wanted a bunny or maybe a cat hybrid” she pouted and I could see his disappointed expression. 

“Oh, Niki is really sweet but he’s solitary–” “You should invest in a social hybrid you know?” she cut her off to say. Rude… why would she need another hybrid when she has me?

“I like the way he is, he’s been with me since we were kids so there's no way I could ever replace him like that,” she said and I felt proud. 

“I heard about how much you care for him. I guess rumors were true” she said and I knew she was amongst those who talked about why she couldn’t get a nicer and social hybrid who smiles and dotes on her. I do dote on her… and I’m only nice to her. Everyone else was pushing it. 

“What is he if I can ask?” she said and y/n only sighed while looking up at me. “He’s a puma hybrid from Japan,” she answered. “Woah! I heard puma hybrids were rare! I thought he was just a cat… makes sense then for how tall he is.” she said as she got closer to me. 

“Oh please don’t do that. You’ll make him uncomfortable.” y/n said as I went behind her. 

“You should take him to the training you know. It's for the hybrids who need manners… they are opening classes in your university for hybrids'' she said… she stalked y/n to know what university she was in? She needs a life. 

“Oh… I know of them. I think he is just fine the way he is” y/n said and she bowed. “If you’ll excuse us,” she said and we walked away from the pair. “She was a bitch” y/n muttered and I laughed.

“Calm down, you have an act to uphold,” I said and she sighed. “y/n?” I said and she looked at me with her eyes filled with determination to answer to give me anything I asked for. “Why didn’t you tell me your uni is having hybrid classes?” I asked and she sighed. 

“They're mainly about etiquette. She said how to take care of your owner… how to behave in a social setting, etc” and I nodded. 

“I want to go,” I said and her eyes widened. “But you're perfect–” “No, I’m not… I caused you a lot of trouble. I heard your dad get mad again this morning. He didn’t want me here because of last time” I said and she shook her head. 

“Yah! Don’t do that!” she scolded and I smiled softly. 

“Please? You said you would give me anything I asked for. I want to be a better hybrid for you” 

“I can’t believe I'm agreeing to this,” she said and I smiled. “Thank you for letting me do this,” I said and she sighed. “I hate that the class requires collars though. I would’ve rather you had the tail ring instead” she complained and I chuckled.

“You’ll do great in your midterm, okay? Don’t worry about me” I said as I kissed her cheek. “After we’ll go for some Japanese food,” she said and I grinned. “Takoyaki!” I yelled and she chuckled. “I’ve been craving some curry udon,” she said and I nodded. 

“I’ll do my best for you,” I said and she smiled. “You already are. Don’t change, okay?” she asked and I nodded. I just wanted to improve for her… 

When I entered I was immediately overwhelmed with the many scents of hybrids. I ignored the stares of the familiar scents and went down into the big lecture room. 

I sat down in the middle of the third to first row, not expecting others to approach me. “Ah! I’m not late!” I heard as I saw a Golden

A Retriever hybrid suddenly entered… he didn’t have a collar nor the scent of a domesticated hybrid. He grinned at me and I suddenly regretted staring… “I’m Jake, and you are?” he said as he approached me and sat next to me.

I heard the laughs around us, probably of me socializing with another hybrid. “Riki,” I said and he nodded. “I think your collar is cool!” he said and I chuckled. “Of course it is, I chose it,” I said and he looked confused. 

“Your owner must be kind,” he said with a wagging tail and I chuckled. “Hey, isn’t that miss l/n’s hybrid?” I suddenly heard a bunch of whispers and I sighed and slouched down to my chair. 

“Oh? Do they know you?” he asked and I scoffed. “Don’t get it mixed up, they know OF me, they don’t know me” I said and he nods 

“They seem to know your owner,” he said and I scoffed. “They don’t know her…” I muttered. “Is she nice?” he asked and I laughed. 

“She’s perfect” 

y/n's perspective

“I thought you were going home after?” I heard and I saw Wonyoung with Seonghwa. I nod, “I do, I just need to pick up Niki, he’s taking etiquette classes,” I said and they both froze. “Your dad is making him take classes?” Wonyoung said and I chuckled. 

“No, he wanted them for whatever reason. I tried to convince him otherwise but he insisted” I said and they both looked at each other. “Oh shut up the both of you,” I said and they chuckled as they caught up with me. 

“He’s so spoiled if you just fold like that,” Seonghwa added and I scoffed. “You do spoil that cat a lot” Wonyoung teased and I rolled my eyes. “Have you told Hongjoong–” “He would kill me in my sleep if I ever brought it up” Seonghwa cut me off and I chuckled… that's true. 

We finally made it to the building where the hybrid classes are taking place but I didn’t see Niki… I saw the hybrids out already so where was he? 

“How long is it gonna take for him to come to you?” Wonyoung asked and I didn’t know. I looked at my phone, and the class should’ve already ended by now. “Why’d you even allow it?” Soenghwa asked and I sighed. 

“Cause he wouldn’t let go of it. He begged and begged… I couldn’t keep denying it” I said and they sighed. “She’s whipped for him, that's the answer,” Wonyoung said and Seonghwa nodded. 

“Oh? y/n!!” I heard as I saw the girl from the party again with her hybrid. What was her name again?

“You’re Wonyoung and Seonghwa, right? I’m e/n” she said. “I’m glad to see you’re having Niki taking this class,” she said and I sighed. “His name is Riki,” I said and she looked confused. “Oh? But you call him Niki?” she asked.

“That's a nickname that she only calls him, he will glare or even scoff if he hears you call him that,” Seonghwa said and it was true… I've called him that since I was a kid and yet he never let anyone else call him that. “This class should teach him otherwise,” she said and I had to refrain from scoffing. 

“Oh, you should look into a secondary hybrid,” she said and I glared. 

“I wouldn’t get another one,” I clarified. “Riki would get too jealous,” “Or he’d kick the other hybrid out himself,” Wonyoung and Seonghwa added. 

“But if you were to get one he’d have to comply with her. She’s the owner,” she said and I shook my head. “Well, I was thinking of something cute… maybe a fox? Ooh or a pretty cat!” she said while looking at herself in a pocket mirror fixing her lipstick while her hybrid looked at her with a sad expression.

“I wanna go home” I suddenly heard. Niki? 

“Why do you have scratches on your face? Are you okay?” I asked and he avoided eye contact when I grabbed his jaw to look at his wounds. He nodded, “I wanna go home” he repeated and I sighed. 

“Ok, just let me take this off,” I said as I took off his collar and took out his tail ring. “Riki!! You forgot… Oh. Please don’t be mad at him! He was only defending me!!” I saw a dog hybrid yell while he held Niki’s backpack. Seonghwa grabbed it, holding it for me. 

“Please, it's all my fault. Don’t abandon him because of me!” he pleaded and even bowed. I looked at Niki who looked away. “Why would I abandon you? Niki, what happened?” I asked and the other hybrid soon stood up but looked down to my hands. His collar? I sighed and turned Niki around when I clipped his tail ring. “Thank you for caring about him but he’s not in trouble. You should find your owner, they must be worried about you–” “He’s a stray” I was interrupted by e/n.

A stray? “Did you see? It's why they make the hybrids wear collars because they need to know by the end of the class who is a stray and who is owned. It's a mixture of people like us who pay and hybrids of low status who need major help like him. He’s probably also a runt” she said suddenly in disgust as she stepped back.

“Thank you for looking after Niki,” I said and he nodded with a small smile. I grabbed the backpack from Seonghwa as I looked at him and I saw his worried eyes. “Come on, I'm hungry,” I said as I dragged him away from the lecture hall and everyone else while I heard Wonnie and Seonghwa complain about me abandoning them…

“I still want that udon curry,” I pondered and he sighed. He grabbed his backpack and clipped his collar there as he walked silently. “Did you fight for him?” I asked and he nodded silently.

I smiled. “That’s very kind of you,” I said and from the corner of my eye, he looked at me confused. “What were they doing to him?” I asked and he sighed. “Called him a runt… a stray… useless. It was all when the teacher left for a break and I don’t know why I did but I fought for him” he said and I smiled. 

“That was very brave of you. I’m proud of you Niki!” I said with a grin and he smiled softly. “The teacher gave me a warning cause he said if he told you that you’d return me,” he said and I chuckled. “We’ve been together for years! I could never do that” I said and he nodded. 

“Still want takoyaki?” I asked and he chuckled. “Always!” he yelled as he ran ahead of me. 

“HEY!! NO FAIR!! YOU HAVE LONGER LEGS!!”

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[cringe--is--dead]

Jason Todd SFW Alphabet

From this template

A : Affectionate How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

He shows affection in small ways that just never end, not in an annoying way. His love languages are definitely physical affection (he's touch-starved), quality time (he spent so much of his childhood alone, physically or not), and words of affirmation. I talk about the physical stuff further down, but he also loves just being in the same room as you. If you're in college and studying or doing homework he's there with you, silent, just enjoying your presence, stepping in whenever you need a break (hypocrite). He praises you for the smallest thing, you got a C+ on a paper and feel down? That professor's an idiot, Lois Lane would publish a paper like that. You look beautiful in that outfit, doesn't matter how often he's seen you in it, you always look amazing.

B : Best Friend What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?

I can see the friendship starting slowly, you two meet probably somewhere like a bookstore or coffee shop. You're looking at a book he likes and he comments, and the two of you start talking. You don't exchange info, just happen to meet up there a few times before you start talking outside of the bookshop. It's definitely a warm, and open friendship. You can banter back and forth, pick up conversations like two weeks hadn't passed, etc.

C : Cuddles Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?

Jason in two words: touch starved. He tries to be nonchalant about it, but he has to be touching you in some way. Arm around your shoulders, leaning against your side, holding your hand, you holding his arm, etc. His two favorites are when you lay on his chest, you're like a living, beautiful weighted blanket, and when you let him lay on your chest, listening to your heart beat, feeling your breath under his chest, your fingers carding through his hair. He's like an overgrown cat.

D : Domestic Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

He does not actively realize he wants to settle down, but he cannot see his future without you. To him it doesn't matter if you have kids, don't have kids, get married, don't get married, stay in Gotham, move, etc. He just wants you next to him. As for cooking-- I cannot see him being an excellent cook. He either forgets to eat, or makes instant ramen for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He, however, doesn't want you to feel like you have to do everything, so he learns how to cook basic meals for the two of you, and luckily, he's decent at cleaning. The mess reminds him too much of his house growing up, and he doesn't want to feel that around you.

E : Ending If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?

In a serious relationship I can only see Jason breaking up with their partner due to him fearing for their safety. He'd also do it fast, like breakup with you, give you a half-assed reason, and then flee. He wouldn't answer your texts or calls, but he'd always make sure you were safe. He just feels you're safer without him.

F : Fiancé How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

He doesn't actively plan on getting married, but he wants you in his life forever. He goes by your flow once you're together for a longer period of time. You wanna get married? He's down on one knee. Want a big wedding? He's guilting Bruce into paying for everything. Want a small wedding? Still making Bruce pay. Courthouse? Already driving you two there. How quick would depend on you, two years in and you want a ring? He's taking Babs out to help him look. Seven years and you mention the courthouse? Well you're both free Wednesday, wanna go then?

G : Gentle How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

Jason Todd is a huge teddy bear. He knows he's big, he's strong, he's intimidating, and most of the time he doesn't mind that. With you though? Doesn't matter how strong you are, he's gonna treat you like glass. Not because he doesn't think you can handle yourself, he just never wants to hurt you in any way, shape, or form. He never raises his voice at you, never raises a hand, never even thinks of doing either of those.

H : Hugs Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?

Like I said, touch-starved. If he could have you in his arms all the time he would. Any time you're fine with it-- cause if you needed space or no touch he'd oblige, and not make a fuss about it cause hey he respects your boundaries-- he's got you in his arms. His hugs make you feel like nothing can hurt you, you're protected in his arms, leaning against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

I : I Love You How fast do they say the L-word?

I can definitely see him taking a bit to say it, not because he doesn't love you, but because saying it feels really real to him. However, when he comes to fully realize, know, and accept that he loves you, he says it without realizing it and doesn't blink while you're reeling. After that, he ends every conversation with an "I love you", and sometimes randomly gives you a quick kiss with a "love you".

J : Jealousy How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?

It's strange for him because, on the one hand, he trusts you. Like, really, really trusts you. He'd hand you his guns if you so much as asked, not needing anything else. However, he does get jealous. Specifically cause he loves your attention, and when it's on someone else for too long and he feels ignored, the man deflates. His brothers think it's hilarious to steal your attention from him and watch him get all pouty. The big bad Red Hood is pouting cause his partner is talking to his brothers and not him.

K : Kisses What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?

Kissing Jason makes you feel like you're wrapped up in a warm blanket, protected, loved, and like you're the most important person to walk on the earth. Regardless of how quick and small they are, or how hot and heavy they can become. He loves to kiss you on the lips, the cheek, and the forehead. He feels that's the best way to convey how much he loves you. As for him, he loves it when you press gentle kisses on his hands, his palms, or his knuckles. It makes him feel soft, it makes him feel safe. He won't say that, though, so you better pick up on his little smile every time you do.

L : Little Ones How are they around children?

He's the kind of guy who says they don't like kids, that they're snot-nosed and annoying. Yet he's so soft with them. He kneels down to their level to talk to them, never talks to them like they're dumb or babies, always makes sure they are able to show or say their boundaries and he respects them. He volunteered once with you at a library with the poorer kids and read to them, going out of his way to make funny voices, letting them climb all over his lap, tug his hair, etc.

M : Morning How are mornings spent with them?

He's not a morning person. Odds are you're up before him and he tries holding you in bed, pleading that he just needs five more minutes with you. You can bribe him out of bed with breakfast and coffee, however.

N : Night How are nights spent with them?

More of a night owl, and you two often stay up late, talking in hushed whispers about anything and everything. He likes it when he makes you laugh when you're tired and giggly and find him hilarious. Odds are he's not a morning person cause you two stay up late.

O : Open When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

He wouldn't open up quickly. That's just not really the Batfamily tradition. You'd be dating for a while, and one night he'd probably have a rough night. Aggressive thugs out and about, hurt kids, bad memories. You'd just hold him, you wouldn't pry or ask questions, just let him relax into you. And he'd spill. About his mom. About Willis. About meeting Bruce. About his relationship with his brothers. Dying. Coming back. His feelings. Everything.

P : Patience How easily angered are they?

He used to have a horrible temper, and everyone knew. With you? He wanted to change that. You were never the reason he was mad: upset? Sometimes, sure. But he loves you, so he worked on himself. He worked on communication, talking to you when you did something or said something. He learned healthier ways to manage his anger, as to never take it out on you.

Q : Quizzes How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

Jason remembers when his mom started forgetting small things about him, forgetting holidays and birthdays, and as a kid he never said anything, but it hurt. It hurt a lot when she forgot how old he was because she missed his past few birthdays. So he makes sure he remembers everything about you. You once mentioned this café opening you saw online? He takes you there on opening day-- five months later. You changed from gold to silver or silver to gold? He picks up on it and changes the jewelry he buys you accordingly.

R : Remember What is their favorite moment in your relationship?

He's got two. One, when you learned about him being Red Hood. He was worried about your response, knowing it was a dangerous life. But you just told him to promise you he'd always come back to you, and you learned how to patch up different kinds of wounds without telling him to help him however you could. Just you worrying about his safety made his heart flutter. Two, when you learned who his father was. He was used to people wanting to be close to him and his siblings because of Bruce-- riches and influence. You didn't care, at all. "Oh. Your dad's Bruce Wayne? Cool. Do you want lo-mien or ramen for dinner?"

S : Security How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?

Super protective. I think we can all agree on that. He's seen the worst of the worst people, seeing people hurt and injured. He never wants you to be in those positions. You'd move in with him eventually, his apartment was probably one of the safest places in Gotham. He tracked you, with your consent of course, and you understood. You tracked his phone too, cause he knows you worry as well. As for you protecting him, he likes it when you hold him after nightmares or rough nights, telling him everything's going to be okay, and just being there for him.

T : Try How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

A lot. But he does his best not to show it. Oh, you have a dream date you have a Pinterest board for? Well, he's searching high and low on how to make that date happen. You've always wanted to go to Paris? London? Brazil? Guess where you're going for your two year anniversary. He tucks you in whenever you nap or sleep, bookmarks your pages for you so you never lose your page, and makes sure he always has your favorite drinks in the fridge.

U : Ugly What would be some bad habits of theirs?

Self-sacrificing and shutting down. He has a hard time letting people help him, feeling like if he lets people help then he's not strong enough to take care of you. It upsets you whenever he does that, but in a way you get it. It's something you two work on.

V : Vanity How concerned are they with their looks?

His concern is mostly whenever you get worried about him. The bags under his eyes, the half-treated cuts and bruises. He takes better care of himself after dating you because whenever you worry about him like that it hurts his heart too. He gets a better shower schedule, sleeps better, eats more than take out and protein.

W : Whole Would they feel incomplete without you?

I think towards the beginning of your relationship he would do his best to remain independent. He knew the pain of being alone, being left, being forgotten, and he did his best to avoid that, but he also wouldn't want to wish that upon you if anything happened. However, as your relationship grows and continues you truly become the light of his life, and his day isn't complete if he doesn't talk to you at least once.

X : Xtra A random headcanon for them.

He talks in his sleep. Sometimes, on bad nights, he's crying, nightmares from his memories, and fears of losing you or seeing his family die in front of him because, despite it all, he still cares about them. On good days he mutters the most random crap, and you have videos of him arguing with some made up person from his dreams over food or clothes.

Y : Yuck What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?

He wouldn't like conceited people, confident sure, but cocky? No. He dealt with Bruce's rich "friends" too much to deal with that. He wouldn't want someone to coddle him, baby him, he wants to be taken care of sure, but not at the expense of a partner treating him like he's incapable of doing anything.

Z : Zzz What is a sleep habit of theirs?

If he could stay up all night talking to you, looking at you, he would. You, however, enjoy sleeping. You feel like you have to fight him to be in bed before three AM, and deal with the fact that he and Tim are far closer in how much coffee they drink than Jason would ever admit.

Send in any character request with a letter, multiple letters, or the whole thing!

[janahanooo]

This isn't an actual post, I just thought it would be funny to tell you guys this, but currently I am a bit tipsy and having fun playing the glomas event in TWST.

I atemted to explain it to my family why I'm laughing/blushing like a maniac at my phone. It went somehow like this:

Me: *trying to explain the lore of the game/event* so, that's kinda it, but I'm playing on the EN server not on JP so I'm not that far in the story yet, uhhh yeah

My brother: okay, yeah, so it's disney, but with hot men?

Me: *going silent, thinking for a moment* yeah, basicly

My dad: and you are in love with..?

Me: an overgrown cat, no lion, he's a lion. Yeah, my plushie guy

My brother: *putting away my glass* yeah...

My mom: who is the hotest?

Me: def rollo, uh, the guy from hunchback of Notredam

My family:

Me: *smiling like an idiot* yeah

[rottenpumpkin13]

Seph obv wants his mom but CONSIDER -- what on earth would she say if she found out her son was an overgrown cat thing surrounded by idiots (and Angeal)

*Lucrecia gets a glimpse into Sephiroth's life from her mako crystal*

*Sephiroth is reading a book*

Lucrecia: Aww, he likes reading.

*Genesis enters the room and sits on his lap*

Lucrecia: Aww, he has a...is he-is he gay?

*Sephiroth pushes Genesis onto the ground*

Lucrecia: Oh, they're just friends.

*Sephiroth immediately fights Genesis on the ground*

Lucrecia: Nope, they're definitely lovers.

*Angeal enters the room, points a laser at the wall, and this prompts Sephiroth to let Genesis go. He chases the laser*

Lucrecia: What the fuck

*Zack enters the room, goes "pspspspspssp" and Sephiroth comes to him to receive head pats*

Lucrecia: He has a harem.

You also get the bitter-sweet real answer because I listened to my go-to Lucrecia+Sephiroth song (Light - Sleeping At Last) and it inspired this:

Consider this: Lucrecia's consciousness hangs in a void state between life and death, a pervasive emptiness a constant companion as she remains in limbo. Her 'almost death but not quite' existence sometimes offers a twisted sort of mercy: happy visions of her past flood her mind—endless hours spent over research papers, laughter-filled conversations with Dr. Valentine, picnics with Vincent. But there are darker memories—Vincent's near-fatal injury, Hojo's cruelty, the profound transformations during her pregnancy, and the visions of her son’s inevitable fate.

But in fleeting moments of peculiar mercy, she glimpses the world around her. She sees him. It’s always him. He’s handsome, she notes, his smile so pure it fills her with gratitude for everything that brings him joy. She’s thankful for the sun that warms his face when her hands cannot, and for the food he eats that she cannot feed him. She watches him face the dangers of his job under Shinra's command, her heart aching with a worry she should’ve listened to the day she agreed to subject him to such a fate.

Her regret is almost numbed when she sees that he’s not alone. Friends surround him, offering a semblance of normalcy through their support. Despite what he was molded to be, Sephiroth remains kind, his hope undiminished even in the face of cruelty. He has dreams for a normal life, possessing his own likes and dislikes, things that make him laugh, a humor he keeps sharp. He’s human, and it makes her question the vision she had once seen.

She mourns her inability to provide him with the normal life he deserves, now confined to observing the one he leads. Nonetheless, she finds comfort in his joy, his friendships, and his capacity to find beauty in the world. She sees him diligently searching for clues to his past, and all she wishes is to reach out, to kiss his forehead, to tell him she’s sorry, that she loves him—his quirks, his personality, his ability to make his friends adore him for who he is. She is eternally grateful for those who love him in her absence.

[maaken]

how Lev Haiba kisses?

A LEV HAIBA HEADCANON

i think his kisses are curious and innocent, but then theyre also eager, sometimes a little impatient but theyre very polite. he always asks too, the typical 'may i?' with pleading eyes like this "🥺", he has to cos everything he wants to do with you needs your full consent, he's a gentleman like that and we love a respectful man.

hes always open to new ideas as to changing up how you two can possibly kiss and make it as sweet as possible. he never gets tired of kissing you, and he cant get enough of it actually.

he acts like kissing you was something he hasnt been doing for the entirety of your relationship. like he treats every kiss as a first kiss, always so precious and endearing, leaves him flushed like an idiot with swollen lips but a face so happy.

you could practically see an imaginary tail wag behind him. he's actually a golden retriever raised by cats. he never gets used to kissing you so hes always so excited. he's like a three year old, deprived of kisses and would ask for more and more, and you give in. you cant exactly ignore his pleas, and who wouldnt want to give kisses to your overgrown 6'5 baby when he's asking so nicely. whenever you two are done he takes a while to recover himself, he's always burying his face into the crook of your neck afterwards, inhaling your scent.

you are his comfort space, you are like his favorite pillow that he likes to bring around as a child. you cant blame Lev for being as adorable as this ever since you found out he has been bullied before. why on earth would anyone want to pick on this poor baby? you would think to yourself and vow yourself in silence to protect him at all costs despite the 40cm difference between you two in height.

A/N: i'm actually 5 flat so that makes me 150cm and hes up there 196cm i am literally by his waist this is beyond absurd.

i made this on a whim cos i just could not stop thinking about moy lyvochka in the middle of the night, like i literally cannot shut up about him.

i recently got back to my haikyuu phase due to the hype about the dumpster movie and i got dragged into it and i started missing haikyuu and i thought i'd be back in my stupid kei tsukishima phase but no, boy was i wrong— when i took notice of this sweet sweet tall baby from nekoma i could not take my eyes off him.

[alectoperdita]

When the writing comes back from the war but it's not for anything you were actually trying to finish. It's barely edited but I'm gonna leave it here if anyone wants a surprise Christmas joukai. (Also not sure if this thing is going to suddenly grow legs and get a lot longer.)

Special thanks to @moonogre, who's fabulous hacker!Seto fits inspired this. Also because she deserves the failed daddy kink short more than anyone else.

ficlet under the cut includes jealousy, sexual content, including failed attempt at daddy kink, dirty talk, and backshots

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The Snow Bunny Job

"I'm cold," Seto complained bitterly for the umpteenth time.

Jounouchi barely glanced at the other man, keeping one eye trained on Bakura accompanying the mark through the room and one ear on the chatter over their team comms, but he still sensed Seto's growing pout. Nor did he react when the younger man threw himself onto the couch next to him with a teenager's beleaguered drama. But when Seto lifted the arm up and casually invited himself to nestle against Jounouchi's side, he stiffened.

"Relax," Seto muttered under his breath, previous sullen traces now banished. "I'm your arm candy, remember?"

An exhale whooshed out of Jounouchi as he re-centered himself in his role, a wealthy man of questionable and possibly criminal connections touting his boy toy around the ski lodge to light a fire under the mark's ass. Seto was supposed to curl up against him like an overgrown, indulgent cat.

Despite the roaring flame in the fireplace, a pervading chill hung in the air. Outside the window, snowflakes drifted from the overcast sky. As people came inside, they shook off the snow and frost clinging to them. The other patrons circulating through the common room, Jounouchi included, remained bundled up in their ski gear.

Expect for Seto.

On account of both, he curled his hand around Seto's shoulder and started rubbing. Through the openings in Seto's sleeve, his fingers grazed against chilled skin. His hand sped up, generating more friction to hopefully warm him.

Finally turning his head to face his companion, Jounouchi remarked, "Show less skin and you'll be warmer, brat."

Hard to argue with results, though. Clad in a tight, if thin, black sweater with keyhole cutouts linked down the length of his sleeve, and sleek and stylish ski pants accentuating his long legs, Seto couldn't look more the part of pretty but vapid arm candy. The rest of his appearance—his hair soft and free of styling products, lips coated in a shiny, colorless gloss, decked out in silver jewelry—was equally beguiling.

Definitely pretty enough to catch the eye of anyone on the mountain.

Seto smirked. "See something you like, oji-san?"

Jounouchi ignored the prick from the title. It didn't help when Seto looked his age for once…

Instead, he flicked Seto's ear lobe. His fingernail lightly struck the ear cuff with the small sapphire gem. "You pierced your ear for this."

"Repierced," said Seto with a disapproving click of his tongue. "The holes closed up."

Holes, plural. Jounouchi didn't spot any other visible piercings, though. He was tempted to ask for more information but held his tongue. It didn't feel like conversation fit for polite company, even if they were playing at flirting in public. For the sake of the con.

Seto settled both hands atop Jounouchi's thigh and squeezed. "Look alive. They're coming our way."

Indeed, Bakura was leading the mark toward them.

So when Jounouchi slipped his arm around Seto's slim waist and pressed his lips to the younger man's pierced ear lobe, it was entirely for the sake of the job.

***

With a parting shot, they left the mark to his thoughts, strolling away side-by-side. Seto couldn't resist winking at him over his shoulder.

The mixture of revulsion and envy on the mark's face was fascinating. Seto knew the type well. He could already chart out the exact path to take in his sleep of how to lure such a man into bed with him. Not long ago, he would've strung the idiot along for a lackluster night but come out of it with his bank account fat enough to compensate for it.

A part of him was tempted to do it just to prove he still could, but...

Why have mediocre sex to scam ludicrous amounts of money when he could have fantastic sex while scamming for slightly less money?

Slowly, suggestively, Seto slid his hands down the length of Jounouchi's muscled arm before looping their elbows together. Their hips bumped as they walked. He leaned closer yet, basically draping himself over the hitter to speak into his ear. "He thinks we're going off to fuck."

Jounouchi gave him a sidelong glance. His grip on the inside of Seto's elbow tightened. Both warnings if not for the telling clench in his jaw.

Seto may have been laying on the suggestive touches and glances heavy, but they were meant to play a couple. (Sorta.) And now they were headed back to the room they had booked under their aliases.

As soon as the door shut behind them, he shepherded the man toward the room's lone king-sized bed. Jounouchi barely protested as he pushed him onto his mattress and climbed on top of him. His strong hands immediately came up to grip Seto's hips, holding him firmly in place.

Seto removed his earbud before doing the same to Jounouchi, placing them both atop the nightstand for now.

With eyes half-lidded, he grinned down at his partner. "How about we prove him right?"

"We don't have a lot of time," Jounouchi pointed out even as he hiked up Seto's top to reach his naked skin underneath.

"Quickie for now. We can take our time after the job."

With that settled, he pounced and seized Jounouchi's mouth with hunger.

***

Lewd moans reverberated off the walls. Fuck, Jounouchi hoped they were thicker than they appeared because otherwise, they were going to get sound complaints. Or worse, get kicked out before the job was finished. But if the mark came looking for them, they were selling their cover story beyond a doubt.

"Feels good. Feels so good," Seto keened. His hands scrambled for purchase on Jounouchi's shoulders. His breath came rushing out in those cute, little hiccups whenever Jounouchi bounced him.

God, he was extra cute today.

Half stripped to his sweater with its many exposed patches of pale skin with his thumbs sticking through the precut thumbhole in the sleeves, there really wasn't another word to describe him. The getup wasn't too far removed from his usual appearance, but his limp, sweaty bangs flopping up and down with his body harkened back to more private intimacies at Seto's place. Hours spent taking him apart until he was insensate from it all.

Sadly, they didn't have the luxury of time today. Really, Jounouchi knew better than to fuck around on the job.

But how could he say no to him?

Sitting back against the headboard, he thrust his hips upward to meet Seto's downward strokes. Each strike punched more lewd noises out of the hacker.

No condoms. Just rawdogging it. Leave it to Seto to remember the lube, but not the rubber.

"Fuck, baby, you're too irresistible for your own good," he growled and yanked Seto's head toward him, sinking his teeth into his lips and tongue into his mouth.

He was not oblivious to the covetous looks the mark cast in Seto's direction. It was why they were playing the characters they were assigned. Because it was intended to get under the mark's skin; jealousy to prime him for Bakura's manipulations. Yet a more unreasonable part of him longed to gouge out the asshole's eyes for eyeballing Seto as he did.

The jealousy burned both ways.

If only he could lock Seto here in the room until the job was done. Keep him out of sight and preoccupied with his computers and gadgets.

Then no one but Jounouchi could touch him.

"Don't stop!" Seto commanded.

God, he was insatiable.

Jounouchi bodily lifted the other man before slamming him down on his cock. "You enjoyed strutting around out there, huh? Sexed up little ski bunny who needs everyone to know what a cock slut you are."

Seto unleashed another moan in agreement. His hole positively strangled Jounouchi's cock. Few things made him regularly lose his head as much as being physically manhandled.

Jounouchi's cock ached for the mere sight of him. "Now you want the entire resort to hear you screaming for it. C'mon, baby, let it out."

"Yes! Harder. Fuck me harder, daddy! Give it to me, daddy!"

At first, Jounouchi thought he'd misheard. But no, he definitely hadn't, not after the second time. Even worse than the playful intonation of "oji-san" from before, it utterly took the wind out of his sail. Try as he did to power through the cringe, he couldn't.

After another two attempted thrusts, he simply settled Seto on his lap.

It effectively put a bullet in his libido.

The hacker also froze, immobilized by confusion. He blinked owlishly after catching his breath.

"Why'd you stop?" he whined. Then after an insistent wiggle, he asked, doubly outraged, "Why'd you go soft?"

There was no point in trying to hide it now. He eased Seto off his softening dick to spare himself further embarrassment.

"You only got yourself to blame for this," he mumbled.

"What?" Seto snarled indignantly. He also wouldn't take no for an answer and grabbed Jounouchi's cock, jacking it to no avail.

Wincing, he swatted Seto's hand away. "You called me—" He fought another full-body cringe before spitting it out. "—'daddy.'"

Seto stared at him as if he had two heads. "So? You're the one always going 'baby' this and 'baby' that. Guys like it when I call them daddy."

Jounouchi pulled a face. The last thing he wanted was a reminder of the other men Seto had slept with. "Not me."

That finally penetrated Seto's skull, but he didn't look any less upset. "Fine," he snapped, impatient. "I won't call you that again. Now hurry up and get hard again."

When Seto reached for his dick again, Jounouchi grabbed his wrists and flipped him onto his back, pinning his arms to the mattress. Automatically, Seto's long legs wound around his middle and began rubbing their groins together. Brat was still hard and hard up for it.

"Not everyone can get it up on command." Jounouchi groaned. "We've taken too long. We need to get our heads back in the game."

Seto's movements grew jerkier. More desperate. "What I need is for you to get an erection and get it inside me!"

"Goddammit." Jounouchi transferred both of Seto's wrist into one hand before snaking the other under his spread thighs. As he sank three fingers into the wet, convulsing hole, a faint noise of satisfaction wormed out of Seto. "Well, this is all you're getting for now. Live with it."

Seto's eyes narrowed, glaring straight up into Jounouchi's face. Despite that, his ass fluttered around his fingers as he flashed a sudden taunting grin. "Seems like it. I get it. Somethings get harder as you get older, and some don't."

Jounouchi slammed his fingers into Seto, hard, jostling his entire body. "Rude. Are you implying I got ED?"

Seto simply raised a sardonic eyebrow.

"Hey. I can get it up fine," Jounouchi snarled. "I keep up with a sex addict like you."

"Usually," Seto replied breezily.

Jounouchi should be mad at him. Or at the least, insulted. Who talked like that to their bed partners? But he had been with the hacker long enough to know how he sounded when he truly wanted to insult you. This was kiddy banter for him. This was trying to get a rise out of Jounouchi again so he could get what he wanted.

It kind of worked, too. Which proved how sick in the head Jounouchi had become.

"I can't with you sometimes," he grumbled. "Oh, you are asking for a spanking."

Seto shivered wildly before he even twisted his wrist and scissored his hole wider. The pink from his cheeks flooded down his neck and into his chest hidden under the black sweater. Too bad there wasn't enough time to strip him completely nude. He got distressingly easy to read during sex.

Jounouchi shook his head, unable to suppress the impossible yet familiar fondness swelling within him. "But you'd enjoy that too much. Doesn't work as a punishment if you're gagging for it."

"I like your fingers too. They're thick," he admitted with a hitch in his breath. He clenched himself on Jounouchi's fingers rhythmically. "Faster. Faster, Katsuya."

Biting his lower lip, Seto strained against Jounouchi's hold. His stomach flexed as he bore down on Jounouchi's hand. An unspoken but needy request for more stimulation. Jounouchi could pull out now and teach him a lesson if he insisted on being this bratty. But he had the hacker captured beneath him, wrists pinned above his head while impaled on his fingers, sweater hiked up to expose his dark cock and milky belly. Utterly at his mercy. Stopping now meant an end to this exquisite image, and Jounouchi was rather taken with it.

Because the more he pounded his soft, open hole, Seto's expression yielded too. His eyelids fluttered as he sang sweet notes of growing pleasure, contracting and relaxing with the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

"C'mon, Seto. Come."

Seto arched off the mattress. His hard nipples protruded under his sweater. "I'd come if you were inside me. God, I miss your cock!"

Jounouchi's dick twitched. He missed Seto's sweet hole wrapped around him, too.

Seto continued, "I love how you feel inside me. I feel so full."

He bared his teeth. His head pulsed as his agitated blood flowed south. "Cock slut love getting stuffed."

He nodded vigorously in agreement, dark bangs falling over his dark eyes. "Stuff me, Katsuya. I just want your cock. Your cum."

Seto's silky insides rippled. Petting his walls and feeling them squeeze brought Jounouchi to almost full mast.

"Please please please," Seto chanted, lost in his pleasure. "I need you. I need you!"

Jounouchi growled and flipped the man onto his front. Taking his hardening cock in one hand, he finger fucked Seto as he pumped himself to full hardness again. It didn't take long. Watching Seto's greedy hole swallow his fingers was inspiring. Swiftly, he fisted the hair at the base of Seto's skull, adding that bite which always made him tighten up deliciously, and lined himself with his ass.

Moans intensifying, Seto shook from head to toe, knees struggling to stay open as Jounouchi slid into him. He lurched forward when Jounouchi bottomed out, yanking on his own hair. Those sexy, breathy hiccups flared up again. His boy was so ready for him.

Jounouchi followed the arched curve of his back and bit the tender juncture between his shoulder and long neck, leaving a dark, unmistakable mark which wouldn't fade for days.

He hoped Seto didn't pack any turtlenecks for the job.

"Looks like you're getting your wish, sweetheart."

It took only a dozen or so pointed jabs before Seto's muscles locked up, shivering and whimpering as he came apart. Jounouchi fucked him through the orgasm for a while longer, grinding more sweet sounds of surrender from him. As he neared his own climax, he pulled out, much to Seto's protest.

"Katsuya! Katsuya! Please! Inside! Come inside me!"

Without relinquishing his hold on Seto's hair, he gripped himself and pumped. He fucked his fist while staring at Seto's winking and gaping hole, clearly unhappy at its new emptiness. He finished with a groan, painting cum across said hole and the rest of Seto's quivering ass.

He dropped the younger man, who crumpled onto the rumpled sheets in a heap. As a final parting gift, he slapped one buttock, hard. The slapping noise rang through the air as sharp as a whip.

Eyes rimmed in red, Seto glared at him over a shoulder, the same one now carrying a vicious love bite. Even more vicious was his tone. He did not appreciate being denied his cream pies.

"You'll pay for this later, old man."

Jounouchi laughed, feeling invigorated, and gave Seto's trembling ass a pat. "Bring it, brat."

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Enjoy cute little snow bunny Seto in this number. Jou certainly does. 😏

[ask-shrimpo-dandys-world]

whatever you say you

1. Krill.

2. Hong Lu's Worst Ego.

3. Overcooked Fish.

4. Brick Owner.

5. Fish Food.

6. Cat Snack.

7. Overgrown Krill.

8. Flower Kisser.

9. Go Back To The Aquarium.

10. Shrimpo Fried Rice.

11. Side Dish.

12. Twunk Looking Ass.

13. Prey For The Spiders.

14. Fish Bait.

15. Disgusting Tasting Shrimp.

16. Crooked Smiling Idiot.

17. Worse Than Toodles.

18. The Ocean Called And They’re Running Out Of Shrimp.

19. The Jerk Store Called And They Want You Back.

20. Little Shrimp.

21. Cactus Prick.

22. Chicken Little.

23. Slower Than A.B.A.

24. Ishmael's Whale But With 0 Dollars.

25. Feral Cat.

26. The Shrimp That Watched Meursault Shoot That Gun.

27. The Mosquito.

28. Franz Kromer.

29. Bro Is Not Him.

30. Elderly Shrimp.

31. 1 millimeter of Sushi.

32. Worst Brick Owner.

33. You Have The Worst Food Themed Dish.

34. Read A Book.

35. Bleach Needing Flower Smoocher.

36. A Miserable Pile Of Secrets.

37. Weezer 5th Member.

38. NPC Fodder.

39. The 7 Dandy Petals Won't Obey You.

40. Heart Head.

41. Pebble Food.

42. Dumb Looking Face.

43. District 23 Food.

44. Unlucky Winner.

45. Worst Side Character Ever.

46. Not Even A Starving Person Would Consume You.

47. Stupid Dumb Idiot With No Brain Instead That Head.

48. Pizza Topping Material.

49. Can't Bottle Up Forever.

50. Worst Coping Ever!!!!

51. -5 Star Meal Maker.

🙄

GLAD TO KNOW YOU CARE ENOUGH ABOUT WHAT I SAY TO THE POINT YOU WOULD SPEND THE TIME TO THINK OF ALL THESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU MUST'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT ME FOR A WHILE FOR SOME OF THOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[altocat]

since ’tis the season, tell us about sephiroth’s first halloween experience.

Having essentially lived in an overgrown prison cell the first half of his life and...whatever the hell happened in Wutai and First Soldier the other half, Sephiroth re-enters Midgar society as an adult having no idea wtf Halloween even is.

Angeal and Genesis explain to him repeatedly, especially since Sephiroth gets particularly unnerved and agitated at the scary number of cadets all dressed up during drills that morning. Dress up, go around, get candy. They live on the fancier side of Midgar, where children of high ranking officials have the luxury of perusing swanky neighborhoods. Halloween is an active part of the Midgar Slums as well, but unfortunately with less resources to go around, though they make do.

Regardless, Sephiroth simply doesn't understand the idea, or that it's really just a holiday for children. Mister No-Fun-Sad-Childhood just sees a bunch of hooligans playing dress up and causing trouble.

Genesis eventually sighs, throws up his hands, buys the cheapest cat-ears headband he can find, clamps it onto Sephiroth's skull, and tells him fuck it, let's grab that missing childhood by the balls. So eloquent. Angeal knows they're way, way too old for this, but is anyone really going to refuse Sephiroth knocking on their door? Just this once.

Following a successful breakout from HQ beyond Hojo's prying eyes, the trio go door to door, bullying everyone they know for candy. Sephiroth still doesn't fully understand what's going on, but finds an unexpected level of glee at watching his bag get progressively heavier. They return back to headquarters with a HUGE haul, spending most of the night sprawled across Angeal's carpet trading candies and drinking holiday cider. Angeal puts on some scary movies later and bundles his idiot sister-wives on the couch. He falls asleep within five minutes--too much cider!--while Genesis jumps at anything remotely spooky on the screen.

Sephiroth, meanwhile, comfortably wedges between them, feeling oddly warm and cozy, if not a little dizzy from all the sugar. He won't say it out loud, but this might have been one of the best nights of his life. And, in the following years, he is the first to get excited whenever October rolls around. Maybe a little too excited.

[xamaxenta]

Hehehehe phoenix familiar being a shit. I like the idea that before the ‘nibbling incident’ sabo and ace are kinda leery around the phoenix. Like this is a legendary near holy creature that Marco for some reason treats like a misbehaving cat? Like the phoenix of myth, song beautiful enough to bring you to tears and Marco likes to put it in ‘hamper jail for biting crimes’ by overturning the hamper and placing it over the bird. Sabo and ace just don’t know how to deal with it.

Until, they to finally see that this is no creature of god, this is an overgrown idiot children as Marco grabs the phoenix by the ankles and turns it upside down and shakes to free little bat sabo free from its mouth yelping ‘drop it! I said drop it!’ And then lectures it like one does a puppy (still holding it upsidown) while it tries to nip his ankles.

Sure it can burn a man alive and heal the near dead but it’s also the reason there’s a baby lock in the fridge to protect the fruit

LMAO YOU GET ME

Poor bat Sabo tumbling out into Ace’s waiting palms, hes safe but he will never trust another creature bigger than himself, the audacity he exudes in bat form might win over the hearts of humans but an equally selfishly inclined and arrogant beast like a phoenix will only want to put him in his place

Sabo is not keen to be small around her anymore

She’s beautiful but daft, smart when she wants to be especially if it benefits her (ie. The child lock on the fridge because shes learnt to open things with her talons)

Hamper jail for phoenix familiar 😂 you just hear the stroppy toktoktoktok of her birb peets as she struts around with the hamper over her head

Ace cautiously asks Marco if shes gonna be okay after watching the bird walk and bonk off another chair and Marco shrugs like she’s fine, if it doesnt kill her no problem not that killing her is a problem lol

Ace always gets startled and nervous but pleased when the phoenix decides to roost on him, she coos all possessively over him and pecks at his hair alot she’s infatuated w him, familiar like contractual partner/owner then

She’s just taking comfort in the human her partner adores and bonds himself to thats all

Sabo begrudgingly respects her space and she does the same after the sabo bat got hunted for the phoenix’s own sport lmao

[jujutsukgojo]

Sukuna Chapter two

Chapter Two: Take me with you

chapter one

TW: violence, destruction, death, corruption, suicidal thoughts (?), cannibalism, angst. i think that's it?

Chapter summary:

Tengen rubbed his face. “What happened next, was the end of Sukuna and the beginning of Sukuna Ryoumen.”

“Isn’t him being a curse user that?”

Sighing, he looks at the ceiling. “No. It was deaths that come with it.” 

===

Sukuna slices his way through a village and sets the small houses aflame. “You dare disobey me?”    

They only had one task and that was to bring him an offering. Lately, at that peaceful place that you take in those who know jujutsu, has been busier than ever. Those who are exposed to such cursed energy that Sukuna possesses have been curious of their own manifestation. Sukuna is beyond annoyed. Especially since these idiots have been injecting themselves into his business.    

  So, he cuts them down. They are not much anyway.    

  He grabs his chest and coughs. That pressure is back. The tightness and cold is getting stronger. Often, he feels as if a giant ice block sits on his chest and a burning, tearing, sensation under his arms. Under his eyes seems like a painful peeling. His face throbs and his hands are like pins and needles. Years ago, before he met you, all he would feel was a heavy weight. It has gotten worse as time goes by.    

He just has to wait a moment for you to help him is all.     

Tired of being alone, he goes to you. Lately, you have put yourself in that estate you made for others. He doesn’t know if he should call it home or not. Yes, you’re there as well as food but he doesn’t feel that it is home. He wonders if one person could be considered a home: you.     

Entering the gates, he trails to the side in the woods. The place is littered with random people, all looking at him with curious eyes or admiration. Gojo, the original pest, waves at him with a large smile. Sukuna scowls and goes to find you.     

Although he loves the submission and how your students admire him, he doesn’t care for Gojo. The white-haired bastard always wants to talk to him and tries to emulate him. How many times has Sukuna found Gojo mimicking his studies, Sukuna will never know. Not to mention, the little asshole always takes up your time. Anytime Sukuna turns around there he is with you. He's an annoying brat with weird hair and a goofy looking smile. 

He finds you by yourself sitting in a clear spot, surrounded by grass and distant trees. The gentle breeze grazes your skin and flows against your clothes. “You there?”   

“Yes, I am.” He answers. He wants to ask you about this feeling he has been having and why does he act this way. Sukuna wishes you would hurry and help him like you said you would. He has had enough of the pain and suffering.     

You pat next to you and like always, you cooked for him. Sukuna takes note of the freshness and delicacy of it all. His stomach starts to growl at the sight. He doesn’t know how you knew that he would come. Sitting at the spot, he waits for you to place some in his mouth.     

“I tried something different!”    

You place the food in his mouth. “Delicious.”    

  Gasping, you have a big smile on your face. “I got a compliment from King Sukuna?” He lightly smacks the back of your head for your teasing. “Hurry, I’m hungry.”    

  You smile at the fact that your friendship with him is based on teaching him and food. Now any time he is near, he expects to be fed. “You overgrown cat.”    

“I am a tiger, not some housecat.”    

"Rawr."   

  He huffs and side eyes you. Rather have him complain again, you shove another Sukuna-sized bite into his awaiting mouth. As he chews, the fabric of his clothing grazes your skin. “Is this new?”    

His white kimono is edged with black. He nods and points to his mouth. You ignore his sign for another scoop of food. “I like it. White suits you.”    

 However, the weather is getting chillier. Noticing a slight shiver from your friend, you unwrap your scarf and place it on him.     

  “There you go! If you plan to not stay, you should at least keep warm.”     

It’s silent for a moment as you pick up some food with chopsticks. Sukuna wants to punch himself in the face as he cuddles close to the scarf you wrapped around him. It’s warm and smells like you; it is comforting.   

Your best friend pulls grass from the ground and puts it on you. You emit a high pitch gasp as the blades fall on your lap. “This is punishment for talking when you should be feeding me.”     

 Sukuna is intimidating, strong, and vicious. But to you, he’s silly.     

  You tap him as you laugh and snort. The space you tapped is sore on his arm. He rubs the spot and scoffs.   

Sukuna has learned that you have not recognized your strength. He can take it, but he knows others can’t. Somehow, you are a force to be reckoned with. Graceful and quick, yet your punches hold a power that no one here possesses. Sukuna takes pride in you. Although he can become annoyed at times since you rub any win in his face like a sore winner.     

  But you are his first and only friend, so he’ll allow it. Besides, it isn’t like anyone can win against the two of you anyway. You and Sukuna are the strongest after all. You just deceptively hide it. He knows this, he knows you can help him and are by his side. Just like you promised.   

While you talk about nothing he cares about, Sukuna rubs the edge of your clothes. In recent times it has become all the rage. He couldn’t help giving you one so you can get out of your past attire. He doesn’t realize he is smiling softly at you. Seeing you wear something he gave you makes him feel good.    

  It is typical for you to make him something sweet after he eats. You place a sweet bun in his mouth. He takes a bite and hums. “Tell me why Sukuna?” He takes the bun from you when you stop feeding him.    

 Huffing, he asks, “How many times must you disobey?”    

“Hm. As many times as I want. Now answer the damn question.” A scoff is all he gives you for an answer.     

  It is then a buzzing feeling washes over him. It is harsh and fast. Before he knows it, he is filled with odd questions and emotions.     

Why should he answer you? Who are you to want an explanation from him?     

He continues to eat the meal you prepared him. All that is heard are the birds above and the wind flowing in the trees.     

  “Not as your teacher, but as your friend, I want you to stop insulting the spirits and hurting others. I was blind to it before but now it has become too much.” Rather than look away, you stare at him dead on. The wind blows as the two of you say nothing.     

Something, somewhere inside Sukuna, snaps.     

Sukuna starts to become agitated. He can feel his cursed energy move in and out of his body. He can feel it trace along his heart and arms. That buzzing sensation is more alive now.    

Who are you to tell him what to do? He has surpassed you no doubt. Yes, in hand to hand you have beat him. In comparison to sheer power? Sukuna is unparallel.     

Don't think like that, Sukuna. Not when you praised her seconds ago.     

  Pausing, he starts to think. It is true, isn’t it? That he is stronger than you. He has been your friend for years and has yet to see any cursed energy other than Black Flash.     

Sukuna has a lot more practice under his belt. While you were caring for your dear students , he was truly learning. Studying cursed spirits, fighting, ravaging...all of what he was supposed to.     

His cursed energy starts to flair. The pain from it is becoming stronger. He wonders if this train of thought is from him or his cursed energy that he has had to bear all his life. Sukuna is cracking.    

  “You’re weak, aren’t you...ha.” He starts to laugh at you. Shocked, you scold him. “It isn’t about strength, Sukuna.”     

  He put you on a pedestal that was made for him. Not for you. Years ago, he said that he would have a shrine for himself. So, why had he not taken it? Because of you. Holding back someone that should be king.     

Sukuna stands up with a large smile on his face. “I defended you from these bastards and for what?” His inner thoughts scold him and scream for him to apologize. He isn’t sure what that voice is, and if this is how he really feels.     

  He starts to hurt even more now. Not just his body, but by the look on your face as he disrespects the one person that means everything to him.    

Why is he talking like this?! Does he mean it?     

  You stand up with him and smack him on the arm. Just before you can, he grabs your hand and twists it. You cry out in pain then kick him. Like you taught him, he dodges. Sukuna, the man you call a friend laughs. The two of you fight intensely. Both of you manage to do the other damage.     

  As you punch him, he swipes your feet from under you. You land on your back. As you jump up, his large body lands on you, pinning you down. His hands are large compared to your wrists that are held firmly in them.     

  He cackles like a madman. It honestly is starting to scare you. Especially now that the sun is setting behind him, giving him a shadow on his face. Pausing, he studies your face. It lights up, showing his pink eyebrows raise and his brown eyes widen.     

You had slipped up and shown your cursed energy.     

  “God, I knew it. You really are weak.” He sees your curse energy clear as day. It is much smaller than his by tons. No wonder you had to use charms and tricks. There was no way that you would be able to take him or many of your students on here. He literally put a weakling on a throne that should have been his.     

  You...you could not have saved him from the start. You lied to him. Stretching out your hand as if you were strong enough to handle it or had the wisdom to do anything.     

  ”You bitch...you little bitch.” He doesn’t know why he feels betrayed and lied to. His curse energy starts to flare up and creep up on his heart. He can feel the heaviness, the ache and rage within it. The feelings he would get in his chest are on a magnified level. His mind is going a mile a minute, is he finally insane? You were supposed to stop all of this.    

  Setting on your chest is like knives slicing along your skin. It starts to burn while pushing you further into the ground.     

“Do not talk to me that way!” You struggle to get your wrists out of his hold. Your curse energy clashes with his, making sparks. Getting angry at the blatant disrespect from your friend, you try to kick your feet. His curse energy is too much. It feels like pressure on your body, threatening to break it.    

  “All this time you disobeyed me. Looked up at me without permission. All this time I thought we were equals and it turns out you should be my follower. Someone to bask in my brilliance. Ha ha! You dare hide from me!” He sounds odd to you. Gruff and short of breath. The tone of his voice is becoming foreign. He doesn’t sound like Sukuna.    

  “If you couldn’t figure out that I am levels beneath your energy, then you are not as strong as you think you are.” You spit. Just as the two of you are clashing, his curse energy pierces through yours. You let out a breathy whimper at the feeling.     

  How could he not have known how weak and ungrateful you are? Before, when he first met you, he thought you were an equal. Sukuna sensed the essence of your energy. It was just enough for him to know you were a sorcerer like him, that you were special.     

He felt the power of Black Flash but it is not something that reveals the user's original energy. It is just a difficult and natural technique that allows the user to bask in energy; theirs, others, and the worlds.     

You are a fucking snake.     

  Sukuna thought you could stand by his side. Sit on a throne with him. Overthrowing everything and staking your claim. Alas, here you are underneath him just like you were born to be.     

He thought, maybe, just maybe, you could save him from himself.    

  He feels so lied to. You’re a true trickster.     

You are just as bad as the rest. Scolding him into submission just like the normal people and for what? What power do you hold? You do not know what true jujutsu is, do you? You abandoned him for others and share nothing with him. You forgot him and did not pay attention to anything but yourself, didn’t you?    

  He bet on you just for it to fail. You’re weak. You promised him.      

 Rather than appreciating him fighting curses, you try to tame him and create things that weren’t meant to be. Your new and favored students aren’t meant to be here, are they?    

They are the result of your ego and pride, Sukuna thinks.     

“Trying to control me, eh?” He groans as you go through his curse energy again. “Making a society with you on top and me your lap dog.”     

“No!” Have you done that?     

Suddenly, with a kick of your feet, the two of you finally start to blend. How odd it is for the two of you to blend so well. The blend looks like ribbons in the night flowing through the ever-growing wind. The trees shake their leaves and the noise of it all covers the sound the two of you make. The only ones to see this, to hear this, are the night sky and the moon.     

The two of you gasp at the feeling.     

  He loosens his grip of you. The man stands up. And looks back at his former teacher. You push yourself up and glare at him. He crouches down at you and grabs your face.     

“Stay out of my way, little one.” Squeezing hard, he sends you these last words. “I will kill you if you interfere, my one and only friend.”     

  He knows that you know now. All those times he went to a village under the guise of exorcising a curse was really him just displaying his power and taking joy out of terrorizing others. All of those who teased him, humiliated him, are no more. People bow at his feet now. And now, Sukuna understands that you have been trying to tame everyone.    

  His immense cursed energy that has always weighed on him has taken over. This is the end of the jujutsu sorcerer named Sukuna. Now is the birth of the strongest curse user that has ever been born. Your ignorance of his darkness has doomed all. The realization of your mistake of taking him in has already settled in your bones.     

As he walks away, he thinks of his threat. Was it to make you submit to him or to scare you away from him so he wouldn’t kill you? Sukuna has always known he had immoral tendencies. He just wanted your company. Your food was delicious.     

At least this is what he reasons. It takes the pain away by saying that. It lets his cursed energy lead the way.     

----

“What happened next, Tengen?” Tapping his finger along the chair, he clears his throat.      

Tengen answers. “That day is when Sukuna pushed us away; he pushed our teacher away, actually.”     

Pausing for just a second, the young man asks, “Did he love her? Did she love him?”     

Tengen shrugs. “No one knows. It could have very well just been friendship. It could have been Sukuna just being spiteful at the righteousness of my teacher. Perhaps it was him misunderstanding her actions. I do not think she meant for Sukuna and the rest of us to be attack dogs. To make a society under her thumb, I honestly can say it was not her intention and did not happen. What made Sukuna so angry is that she did it without a struggle,”     

“She never needed to kill. Her actions had no ego and pride. He saw her as a coward and was everything he hated.”     

“What does that mean? It seems like a silly reason to get mad.” The young man cocks his head to the side.   

Tengen shakes his head at the boy. “Never underestimate jealousy. To him, she was just like normal people. People he saw as weak and only good for pawns.”      

  Scratching his brown haired head, the young man asked, “So, he thinks she was uppity?” Tengen nods. “He has always hated a hierarchy that did not have him on top. Our teacher was above him.”      

  “He felt alone, didn’t he.” The young man asks with a whisper. It is as if he has realized something curious.     

 Master Tengen wants to scoff. “That could be it. Fighting curses while you’re alone affects people greatly. More than the higherups want to say,”     

“Why betray her then?” The young man thinks about Sukuna’s reasoning. Tengen had mentioned Sukuna’s cursed energy was the most anyone has ever seen. It could have been because he was cursed from the start; the evil he fought for years was slowly corrupting him, an evil you promised to help him defeat.   

The young man questions if the teacher had truly overlooked Sukuna’s health in favor of your new students or if you had the power to at all. By what Master Tengen is saying, it seems that Sukuna had seen both as true.   

However, he can see that Tengen would never admit that if it were true. He has already decided that Sukuna has been wicked from the start. Master Tengen is like the higher ups and will not open his mind to possibilities.      

 Tengen is too resentful, so his perception is warped. The young man keeps that to himself.      

“Because that is who he is. Don’t have sympathy for the devil. He had a chance; he had a hand that reached for him. He bit that hand. All because of jealousy and pride. Wanting to be a king and monopolize her. It was so obvious whenever she talked to her students. Especially Gojo.”      

Again, he was right. This time about Tengen. The master is unwilling to understand Sukuna. No doubt was that one of Sukuna’s problems, but it is not the only. The young man believes the curse has more layers than that. He notes that Master Tengen spoke bits about it but does not accept it.      

That you had broken a promise and left Sukuna to suffer, just like everyone did.      

  Tengen fixes the young man’s lock of hair that fell in his face.      

“Gojo was the second. And I think that out of all of us, her care for him might have rivaled hers for Sukuna.” The young man gasped. Already picturing the thought of her best friend seeing the first Gojo as her friend. From what Tengen says, Sukuna had a sweet relationship with her.     

  He can’t imagine her doing sweet things with anyone else.      

“So, the seed of everything was that Sukuna has always been pure evil and it was his jealousy of her and her students?”  The young man can’t really believe this is what Master Tengen is saying. He's wise and advanced yet this is so simple and closed minded. Not at all as Master Tengen preaches.      

“Exactly. Not every devil is tragic, young one.”      

Rubbing his face, the young man says, "Okay, okay. Jealousy and pride. Got it. But why be mad that she is weaker than him?”      

“Imagine someone who you thought deserved greater respect could be pushed down with one poke. That they were never able to help you in the way that you thought.”      

  He shrugs. “I don’t know...wait. Is it because he wanted her by his side?”     

“Possibly. Who really knows?”     

 The truth is, is that Tengen has no idea what he is saying. The only ones that really know about your lives are you and Sukuna. And the witness of your death is the original Gojo and Sukuna himself.     

  Tengen leans back and closes his eyes for a moment. Flashes of dead bodies and shrines made for Sukuna appear before him. The blood, destruction, the curses that came from it all. Tengen remembers how down ridden you were. Ashamed of it all and how hurt you were by the words of the people around you. All were blaming you rather than the man that did it. It was easy to blame a woman for the wrongs of a man. Tengen always thought that was stupid.      

  How were you supposed to know that the big man you came up to and befriended was going to cause death everywhere he went?     

Not everyone cursed at you though. The first students consoled you. Gojo, Kamo, Zenin, even him, never blamed you. Everyone was fooled. No one wanted to believe Sukuna’s darkness. Gojo, the second student, was becoming enraged though. Gojo would hold you and glare at the sight of your heartbroken face. Tengen could see that Gojo wanted vengeance.     

“No matter what, my loyalty to her never wavered,” Tengen had, and always will have, total faith in you.      

Tengen rubbed his face. “What happened next, was the end of Sukuna and the beginning of Sukuna Ryoumen.”     

“Isn’t him being a curse user that?”     

Sighing, he looks at the ceiling. “No. It was deaths that come with it.”     

--

You sit down in front of your students. Many have left because of the whole thing; cowardice, death by Sukuna, and the anger at you. It has taken a toll on you in every way. “He has to be stopped. So, I will do it. I want you to keep going and remember to please, please , don’t forget what I taught you.”     

What you taught was to respect the spirits, have an open mind, and to help others who cannot help themselves. It is the way of a jujutsu sorcerer. No matter how angry people get at the normal ones, it does them good to remember that they cannot understand or see things as a sorcerer. They don’t see anything until it is too late. Sorcerers are blessed with the ability to have an open mind.    

  “You’re not strong enough.” Kamo says. Kamo crosses his arms and frowns. Over time he has lost the pasty complexion he had when you first met him. It seems like a lifetime ago now. You clench your fists and reply sternly. “I have defeated him before, and I will do it again.”    

 While everyone else has been in awe of Sukuna, they have completely forgotten that it is you that taught him what he knows. Granted, in terms of a curse technique and raw strength, you are weaker. But your prowess and intelligence give you an edge that they would have to have faith in. Not only are you talented at tricks and hand-to-hand combat, but they also have to remember that you taught them . You are the reason all of them are here.     

What is unfortunate is that he will no doubt use his technique. Something that has grown greatly for him only to use it for malicious purposes. You created the beast. Your ignorance, weakness, and praise are what fueled his out-of-control flame. Granted, you do not really understand his feelings, but one thing is incredibly certain: you made a madman.     

  “I can do it as long as you evacuate the people.” That is the only thing you say. Those words are the end of the discussion. Gojo placed his hand on your shoulder. He won't say anything against your decision out of respect for you. However, it is obvious that he does not like it.    

You stew in your thoughts. This whole thing has taught you that you were careless.    

Here you go wondering around with the most dangerous man in the world rather than minding your business. Because of this, you taught him how to be stronger. For years you were giving people gifts and lessons without realizing the jealousy, pride, and rage that brewed in Sukuna.     

  Who is now your enemy. It is weird on the tongue to say the truth.     

  Despite your technique not being fit for combat, you fight rather hard. Nonetheless, you are not fit to be a teacher. Most of these people are combatants. Sukuna is a combatant. How can you teach them with what little you have?     

  I’m a fraud. I walk around flashing things that people can figure out for themselves and pretend I am above them in knowledge. I am just as clueless as they are.      

Sukuna is better than you in every way. You made him respect you and, in the end, he figured out that you are leading him blind. You are just as bad as normal people and are ungrateful to those who hold real jujutsu, aren’t you? Secretly, you hope this line of thinking is false and that Sukuna can be saved. It is irrational but still, Sukuna is someone dear to you. Someone who has always been closed off and determined. How he feels cannot be translated unless he says it.   

--  

In another helpless village, Sukuna raises his fist, demanding the upmost devotion from everyone. People cry at the sight. This big muscular man with the power of the devil is destroying everything. Others who they rely on to defeat curses lay at his feet, completely lifeless and torn to shreds.     

  Sukuna grabs a child by her hair. “You first.”     

Her eyes are round, and she can feel the sway of death upon her. Exhausted from running away and her eyes burn from the numerous tears spilled for her lifeless family. She clings onto her doll tighter. Her mother is gone, her little brother is still in hiding. Because Sukuna has a grip on her hair, she has to stand on her tip toes, and her right foot grazes on her father’s dead hand. She gasps at the chill of his corpse.     

What she had done today was not nearly enough to say she was content to leave. She reluctantly played with her little brother, ran around with her friends who had now left this world; she ate some rice and didn’t finish it, which she now regrets. She forgot to say hello to her grouchy old neighbor. She isn’t finished yet, but life seems to be done with her.  She wants more. She wants to laugh and smile again, to hold her brother, mother, and father one last time.    

She isn't done! She wants the rest of her rice now!   

He starts to strangle her, smiling and relishing the feeling, until a familiar voice yells, “Put her down!”    

 He looks up at you. You stand there tall and ready. You wear baggy pants and a sleeveless top for good mobility. There are weapons and charms around your hips; a gift from a couple of your beloved students.   

Pointing to the shirtless fiend, you shout once again. “Fight me!”    

  You look at him and his glory. Markings on his body and face are visible. There are nubs under his armpit. His eyes have slits under them. Why, you don’t know for sure, but you have a feeling of what is happening.   

His cursed energy is outrageous. It is wild and dominant. The ground underneath him is slightly cracked because of it.    

Because it was so much, a curse sprouted. That curse is him.     

  Scoffing, he continues to yank her. Right before she meets the Lord, he is hit with your shoe. The flames around the people grow into a bright blue. Pulling out a charm, you use it to calm the nearby flames. It is not strong enough to extinguish it all but at least it is enough to stop it from growing around the people.     

The little girl ends up on the ground, coughing. She has another day to finish her rice now.    

  “What. Did. I. Tell. You.” Without warning, he appears behind you. Just like you taught him. Not to teleport, no, but to be so fast that no one can keep up. To use your curse energy and reinforce your physical abilities.     

  He swings a hand at you and barely misses. Twirling around, you reach to kick him. “You’ve already done that.”     

It did not even occur to you that you were in midair until you saw him jump at you. He is a terrifying sight. A maniacal smile on his face and a fist ready for your face. Keeping your hands with cursed energy you manage to hit him.     

 He laughs. “That was all you had? You must be rusty.” You quickly throw the knives you tucked away. Despite all your practice and experience with them, they don’t even get close. He has grown so much since you last saw him. Is it wrong to be slightly proud?    

  “All you have is this? How could I have struggled?” Sukuna laughs at you and at his past self. While he was distracted, you kick him in the face. He is sent flying by the force.     

“That’s how.”    

  In the corner of your eye, you see your students evacuate the people. You must cause a bigger distraction. To lure him away from them, you run towards the edge of the village. “Come on, Sukuna! I taught you better than that!”     

  He chases you and keeps up your pace. Up against a side of a house, you dodge his fists. He twirls around it trying to hit you, without knowing that the little charm you put in your hand is touching the wall you are pushing yourself on. Each of Sukuna’s fist that hits the wall gets a little weaker and starts to shock him. He is so filled with adrenaline and anger; he doesn’t immediately notice it.    

  You cannot put into words how grateful you are towards that one man back at home that could create charms like this. “ Bitch!”     

How rude.     

The little bumps he has underneath his arms start to grow a little. The slits underneath his eyes grow a little larger, and the markings on his body start to grow as well. Not just thin lines but big and prominent black strips. You see it all on him. Sukuna’s curse using ways are catching up to him. Soon it will overpower him and you.     

  It’s breaking your heart. You should have seen it. You should have helped him more. Alone with his power and cursed energy, as a friend and teacher you should have understood him more! Then again, how were you supposed to know any of this? How were you supposed to know that all the assignments you put him in were eating at him? That Sukuna displaying his power was feeding his ego? And now that you see it all, some of his pride and ego came from you. Admittedly, you were also praising yourself for it.    

  A part of you wants him to beat you so he can see how far he has fallen. But your students are nearby. They cannot see you being beaten.    

“You would not care though, would you?” You whisper. The man you befriended all those years ago is losing to himself. With a wide smile that is not his own, he charges at you. So lost in your thoughts, you did not prepare yourself.     

The one thing that no one, not even Sukuna, could master was the use of black flash. Yes, he has done it before, but never at will. You can use it anytime. It came from you, after all. A technique you learned for everyone and one quick move that ends the fight easily.     

As he comes close, just a foot away, you get lost in the fight and meet his fist with your own. You hear a sickening crunch that isn’t your own. Sukuna backs off while hissing at his broken hand. Relentlessly, you continue to use black flash on his damaged body. With the use of charms, black flash, and the damage he has taken, you are clearly winning the fight.     

Until he manages to somehow grab your foot, twist it, and throw you around. You land with your back hitting a tree. Before impact, you harden your cursed energy softening the blow. It had only managed to soften it, not prevent it.     

  Struggling to get off the ground, you see Sukuna wipe blood off his mouth. This has to be the most damage he has ever taken.     

 With widened eyes, you see the damage you have done fade away when he reverses it all. The revered curse technique. It is the same as some of your students. So that is how they learned it, you say to yourself.    

 It is one thing you never grasped. You informed everyone what it was and your theory of it but was never able to follow it. Sukuna has. He must have done it before, and they caught on. Did he ever teach them? Hell no. They must have observed it.     

  Damn. They always measured themselves to him. They were all so proud to be in the same class as him. Of course, they’d study him.     

If he can heal himself then this is a losing battle. Worst of all, Sukuna knows it. No matter how hard you fight, if he can save himself then there is nothing you can do unless you kill him. Maybe that won't even work. Not just because of your heart but that it may be literally impossible.    

  Looking at him, you still can see the man that looked at the shrine. You see a curse user that is obviously damning himself. You see the big, pink haired man that sat next to you and ate. That would nap on your lap, and you would cover him with a blanket. That man gave you the very clothes you were wearing because he thought you would like it.    

He would defend you and talk to you. He never thought you were insane like everyone else. He thought you were eccentric, but not mad or crazy. He's your first student.     

Your friend.      

You can touch his face and give him a hug. You can talk to him normally. He listened to you and your dreams without knocking them down.     

He’s Sukuna. He’s Sukuna .     

“He’s dead. This is only a corpse.” Your heart hurts. A scream is caught in your throat. Your eyes are starting to give a slight sting at the tears that want to come out.     

  Is this how it feels? Heartbreak and, dare you say it, wanting to die? Because there is no doubt at the task at hand, you will have to fight him to the death. These feelings are not for your own life, but for his. It is all over him.     

He is gone.     

You will have to be the one to do it and die right along with him. What happened to the dream of both of you prospering by each other’s side? Both growing old and using jujutsu freely.     

It hurts so bad.     

Sukuna, your Sukuna, is gone. You'll never feed him again. You will never sit next to him and tease him. Never going to touch his face and encourage him to be the best he can be. It is over. The greatest friend you have ever had, died a long time ago.     

  And you missed it without even realizing that little fact. He died because you failed.     

“Are you still there, my friend?”     

“Ha!” He laughs. No he is not. Once again, his voice is changing. It goes in and out with his original sound. It is the little things; the tone, the words, even the pitch changes.    

As he talks, his cursed energy beats like a heart. Now that you think about it, it has always been closing in on his heart.     

You should have seen his cursed energy go from a soft pink to red with his victim’s blood. You should have seen the admiration in his eyes. You should have clarified that you were a teacher that had her limits. That you are still his friend that never left him.   

If only you had seen how much he was being corrupted. That there was no mercy and compassion from him. No, he placed his moral compass on you.      

You hadn’t known that you were that for him! Even now you are confused about the importance of your role. He thought you, someone weaker than him, was controlling him. Never having that intention, you should have told him that you are innocent of that...right?    

“What did I do to you, Sukuna? How could you disgrace yourself like this?” Remembering all those times within the five years, he did come up to you to tell you about his cursed energy. He did inform you about what was happening. A cry for help went ignored in favor of growth.     

  And to top it off, you are weak. There was no way you would have been able to save him anyway.    

“You lied.”      

Getting up shakily, you stand firm. You cannot have your students, even Sukuna, see you like this. “Explain!”    

“You said you would be there for me! You abandoned me!”    

You did, didn’t you?    

“How?!” He needs to say it, confirm it.    

Like a speeding arrow, he gets in your face. “ You never saved me!”     

There it is. You held out your hand and said you wouldn’t leave and that is exactly what you did. You manage to dodge his swings. “You knew it was eating me! You knew I stood no chance and yet you saved everyone else!”    

  He put you on a pedestal he prayed to. Praying for you to save him just to find out that you never could. He was left alone, fighting himself.    

“You knew that I was stronger, and you made me your lapdog!”     

Did you?    

Kicking him you barely move him. He has gotten so big and strong. “I never meant to! I just thought we could stand together!”     

“ Liar! You knew I was above you and you are taking my chance to be a god among men!” Using black flash, you uproot a tree and swing it at him, luckily it hits him right on. “You are not a god!”     

Your friend is launched backwards into several trees. You eye the village and some of the survivors are being escorted well. Even at a distance, you can see Gojo staring at you. His blue eyes have been watching the fight. The look of his body language shows that, if need be, he is ready to jump to your defense. You don’t want him too though. This is a fight between you and Sukuna.     

  Sukuna comes out of the rubble. “You never saved me! I grabbed your hand and it meant nothing!”     

You were so wrapped up in advancing his curse technique that you neglected teaching him how to control his cursed energy. It has engulfed him. The benefit of controlling cursed energy allows you to maintain a good grip on your mind and sense of self.   

  Looking back, Sukuna never had that. Knowing what you know now about his cursed energy, you wonder if the day you two met if that was his cursed energy talking. Saying that he would have a shrine one day, may not have been him. How long had this been going on? How could you have turned a blind eye to it for all these years? Instead of listening to him and figuring out how to stop it like you said you would, you ignored his concern and urged him to stand tall.     

  Why did you not see the once soft pink glow turn into a bright red? When you first met him, you noticed how it crept up to his heart. You noticed that he increasingly became tainted. So why?    

  “We can still work on it!”     

 “No.”    

  He slaps you then wrings your neck. The nubs have grown even more. “It is too late for me. I wanted to be free. Free from it all. I never liked authority, you know. I hate control. I despise it, even. You...I had such hope for you.”   

  At the end, the change in his voice takes over. It is his cursed energy now. “You’re letting it win! You talk of control, but you are letting it control you!”     

  He brings your face close to his. His eyes are changing as well. What was once brown seems to have a reddish quality to them. “Teacher, tell me how proud you are.”    

  Widened eyes and a maniacal smile, he slams you to the ground then throws you. His cursed energy gathers in his hands. He is relentless on you. With each hit, there is no recovery time. You cannot help but tear up at the pain. “Praise me! Encourage it all! Give me your pride!”     

  Without knowing it, you did do that. You are a prideful person.     

“Ignore me!” You jump away without avail.     

“Abandon me!” Grabbing your ankle, he drags you back towards him to stomp on you.    

“Lie to me, weakling!” You turn to miss his large foot.     

“Trick me, my friend!” Before he can kick you, you swing your body up. “It was never my intention!”    

  Using black flash, you make contact with his body. Unfortunately, Sukuna has the same idea in mind. With a mighty force, you yell as the two of you are launched backwards. Blood spills out of your mouth. In the nick of time, your cursed energy hardens when he hits you. However, it had only covered its owner partially.    

  No longer are the two of you in the center of the village, but just towards the edge. It has become obvious that you will not make it. You can tell. There is no doubt.     

  Sukuna comes closer. He uses the reverse cursed technique again. Before he used it, he limped. Shakily, you stand. With honor and dignity you lived, and that is how you shall leave. This is the fight of a lifetime. Yes, the challenger lost their life, but no one can say that you left weakly and without a body count.    

“I messed up, I’m losing, I know. Just know this, Sukuna: you're not walking away without a limp.” You point at him. You are shaking but stand with your feet firmly on the ground.   

Sukuna speaks again. “I thought so highly of you. The first kind person to me. I truly thought of you as if you were untouchable. Then I... these thoughts of me being above you. I rebuked them! To only then discover I was right. What the hell am I listening to you for? Why do people follow you when they can follow me?” He sounds like Sukuna again. His tone is back.    

  “I am sorry, my dear. I will not repeat my mistake. I may be weaker than you but that does not mean I cannot help you! Let me help you.” You reach out your hand to him.     

  His eyes are back to brown. He goes for it. Hope swells in your heart. Please, please, please come back to me.     

It is obvious that you are making a mistake. Who would show the devil an ounce of kindness? Then again, were you not the one to do it in the first place? There is still hope and still a dream of the place called home. There does not have to be such pain. If only he could realize this, if he can take your hand.    

Suddenly, your hope is smashed. He brings you forward to punch your chest with everything he had. You did not have time to shield yourself. You gag on spit and blood. This is the end.     

  He laughs at you. “Goodbye my darling, my love,”    

He hears Gojo running to them both, in hysterics. Sukuna holds you with his left arm around your waist and the other grabs your face. “These tears you spill are the last of mine. I will know no tears.”    

“S-uk,” You continue to gag. The night sky is the darkest you have ever seen without a star and moon in sight. All that is lit are his flames. He still laughs evilly. Until he stops and looks at you with furrowed brows. As if he is just realizing his actions. “Friend, do not curse me.”    

You bring your hand to his face and caress it. You want to tell him you never would, but your life is slipping from you. Sukuna’s eyes are the last thing you see. That, and how wide they are becoming, how frantic and confused.    

  He is realizing what he has done. Regret is painted on him just as much as his victim’s blood. “No, no, no!” He shakes you to wake you up. It is too late.    

You died with a small smile on your face. Sukuna starts to wail, and yet, as he has said before to you, he has no tears. Just complete and utter pain.    

“Please, come back to me! Forsake me, kill me, torture me! Just please, Y/n, my one and only, do not die without me. Take me with you! ”     

This, this is true pain. Sukuna is losing his will to fight for himself. That compass he relied on is gone. You're gone.      

Right before he loses himself, he places a kiss on you. He always wanted to do that.     

He feels it then. A giant and monstrous thing pulls on him. His overbearing cursed energy consumes him whole. With random pang of extreme hunger, he tears into your neck. Instead of normal, smooth human teeth, it is sharp and jagged. Like glass feasting on your delicate neck. No flesh leaves his mouth. He has always been hungry.    

The taste of your blood finishes him off. Screaming in agony, the nubs underneath his arms grow into two more arms. He feels his face tear and stretch. The right side of his face pushes itself forward, and he can literally feel his eye slant down. Below both of his original eyes poke out two more.     

The odd thing is, Sukuna is starting to feel content. And just like that, you left this world with a body count. It is the end of his humanity. Due to his sins, he knows God would never let him die with you. Why would he let a devil near an angel?     

 Sukuna sees Gojo now. His junior does not hold back. Sukuna admits he is strong. A lot more than he thought.     

“Put her down! Give her back!” Sukuna does not. He doesn’t know what happens, but the ground separates the two. Thunder and lightning roar, the flames have not been extinguished and leave a thick and dark smoke. He can no longer see his junior because of it.    

 Sukuna then walks away with you, with Gojo screaming and cursing at Sukuna. His junior swears to end his life. If he had his humanity, he’d willingly give himself up. Alas, that is gone.     

Taking your body, he can finally create it. A domain expansion just for him. It lays out in the open without a barrier. It slices and destroys anything that is in its path. A shrine just for him like he has always wanted.    

 He wants to place you under his throne to solidify it. But, for some reason, you fade away like lightning bugs. Sukuna cannot cry or mourn. But he does get a little pissed.     

  “You’ll pay for this, Sukuna!” Turning around he sees another one of his juniors, Tengen, who is too far for his domain to touch. Tengen is the immortal guy, if he remembers correctly.  Sukuna never wanted to focus on his juniors. Hell, he barely knows their names. Tengen runs away with tears in his eyes.    

  That is the end of Sukuna and the birth of Sukuna Ryoumen. Tengen is the last person to escape his clutches. Sukuna Ryoumen sits on his throne. He got his wish.     

For the rest of the Heian period, he ruled ruthlessly. And due to him cursing himself, Sukuna’s amazing cursed energy gave birth to several other cursed spirits who knew that he was truly the king.    

--

“Tengen, make a vow with me.” Tengen shifts in his seat. He gazes at his upperclassman, Gojo, curiously. “What kind of deal?”   

Gojo stands tall and with a grim face. His eyes are still as sparkling blue when he met him, yet somehow, they seem to have a darkness to them. “Until I kill him, make me immortal.”   

Tengen scoffs. “That is impossible, my friend.” Immortality was his curse alone. If he could give it to someone he would. Gojo sits next to him with a solemn look on his face. “I know I am asking for a lot. But I need to do this.”    

Tengen knows he feels a tremendous amount of guilt. Especially when Gojo in the end vouched for your strength. Gojo seeing his teacher, friend, possibly someone who mattered more, killed so brutally is a vision that will never leave him. Tengen knows he feels helpless and like a failure, especially given that Gojo was the closest sorcerer to you during the fight. He was too slow to save you.  

  Tengen remembers when he told everyone what Sukuna tried to do with your body. Gojo’s eyes were furious. Had it not been for one of the sorcerers to suggest exorcising Sukuna, surely he would have destroyed more than what he did. It was a sight to behold. A titan of a man that was totally done with his former comrade. He destroyed forests and buildings; an entire town was laid to waste due to Gojo’s anger.    

It made Tengen shiver at how strong he is. Honestly, with Limitless and Six Eyes, Gojo may be able to defeat Sukuna. You definitely blessed your second student.  

“I don’t know how.” That is the truth. “Have an open mind, Tengen.”     

 The reminder of your words is all he needed to train to do just that.    

At the end, Tegen had mastered it. It is a secret he and Gojo kept to themselves. Had anyone else knew, they would have tried to claw Tengen into their hands. Gojo insisted that this was his fight. He just needed time to do it.     

As much as Tengen tried to reassure Gojo that he wasn't alone, deep down inside Tengen knew his upperclassman was alone in this mission. Gojo knew this too.  

For years Gojo hunted his former comrade, Sukuna, by himself.

[lani-heart]

|| series masterlist || CHAPTER ONE -> PREVIEW ||

parings -> riki nishimura x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hyrbid au warnings -> n/a word count -> 1.1k

abstract -> he's perfect how he is... but can maybe change for her.

y/n’s perspective

“Niki, we always do this” I whined as he locked himself in the bathroom. I needed to get him ready for tonight’s party. If I didn’t have to go I wouldn’t… but with my family pushing me into choosing a major in business, they're making me befriend other kids from wealthy families. 

“Please… I don’t want to go alone” I begged but he didn’t respond. It was running late and the driver would be here soon… so I might have to go alone today. 

I gave up trying to convince him and did the final touches. Grabbing a jacket, fixing my makeup, and grabbing everything I needed. 

When I left my room, I couldn’t help but smile. 

“You’re gonna go with me?” I asked and he nodded. “I can’t let you go on your own” he muttered and I chuckled. “Besides, look at how forgetful you are,” he said as he pulled my hair roller off my bangs.

“Oh,” I said genuinely forgetting as he laughed at me. 

“Do you–” “Yes, I have my tail ring on. I’m ready, now let's go before your dad starts calling”

Riki Nishimura was a stray hybrid I met when I was a kid. We were on a vacation trip to Japan when I saw him. I offered him some food I had on me and he took it from me to eat it like he was starved. 

My parents were already wanting to get me a hybrid so I begged them to keep him. In which they reluctantly agreed. However, when we found out he wasn’t a normal black cat hybrid they agreed. 

He was a panther hybrid, and so has been with me for years. We grew up together… However, my parents never liked how rowdy he was. Even now they tell me to get another hybrid, one that could join me in dinners, and parties, and one who is overall more well-behaved. 

I wasn’t gonna let them replace him. He was my best friend, my number one confidant. Besides… who needs a fancy and well-behaved hybrid? Niki was way more fun!

niki’s perspective

It was the same old party they threw with the same kids as their rich human parents and new collectibles. They liked to collect new hybrids where they’d show them off and then throw them away… but not y/n. 

Without her, I probably would still be on the street mistaken for an overgrown cat hybrid. It doesn’t mean I liked being gawked at and set a price on what they’d trade her for me. Of course, she’d never let them... I’ve seen how annoyed and angry she gets and it made me happy she cared so much. 

I cared for her too… She was clumsy and an idiot so she needed someone to take care of her. So I'm here… at a stupid party filled with spoiled rich kids. 

Not to say she isn't spoiled… she is. However, I never questioned that she loved me. She always makes that clear with everything she does for me. 

“Oh! You’re y/n right?” I heard and I saw a girl behind us with what smelled like a bird hybrid. “Mmhm… have we met before?” she asked why I didn’t think so… I would’ve recognized her and her hybrid. “My name–” I didn’t care what she had to say… I just didn’t like how her hybrid kept on staring at me with those eyes of his. What was his problem?

I was cut off from my thoughts when suddenly the topic of discussion became me… 

“He’s really pretty and exotic too! I just haven’t heard good things about him, you know?” she said and I had to refrain from growling at her. Who was she to talk right in front of my face about me? And to y/n?

“Jay here is well-behaved! He’s from America you know–” Is that supposed to make him impressive? Congrats bird you’re a pet! “–it's just a shame you know. I wanted a bunny or maybe a cat hybrid” she pouted and I could see his disappointed expression. 

“Oh, Niki is really sweet but he’s solitary–” “You should invest in a social hybrid you know?” she cut her off to say. Rude… why would she need another hybrid when she has me?

“I like the way he is, he’s been with me since we were kids so there's no way I could ever replace him like that,” she said and I felt proud. 

“I heard about how much you care for him. I guess rumors were true” she said and I knew she was amongst those who talked about why she couldn’t get a nicer and social hybrid who smiles and dotes on her. I do dote on her… and I’m only nice to her. Everyone else was pushing it. 

“What is he if I can ask?” she said and y/n only sighed while looking up at me. “He’s a puma hybrid from Japan,” she answered. “Woah! I heard puma hybrids were rare! I thought he was just a cat… makes sense then for how tall he is.” she said as she got closer to me. 

“Oh please don’t do that. You’ll make him uncomfortable.” y/n said as I went behind her. 

“You should take him to the training you know. It's for the hybrids who need manners… they are opening classes in your university for hybrids'' she said… she stalked y/n to know what university she was in? She needs a life. 

“Oh… I know of them. I think he is just fine the way he is” y/n said and she bowed. “If you’ll excuse us,” she said and we walked away from the pair. “She was a bitch” y/n muttered and I laughed. “Calm down, you have an act to uphold,” I said and she sighed. “y/n?” I said and she looked at me with her eyes filled with determination to answer to give me anything I asked for. “Why didn’t you tell me your uni is having hybrid classes?” I asked and she sighed. 

“They're mainly about etiquette. She said how to take care of your owner… how to behave in a social setting, etc” and I nodded. 

“I want to go,” I said and her eyes widened. “But you're perfect–” “No, I’m not… I caused you a lot of trouble. I heard your dad get mad again this morning. He didn’t want me here because of last time” I said and she shook her head. 

“Yah! Don’t do that!” she scolded and I smiled softly. 

“Please? You said you would give me anything I asked for. I want to be a better hybrid for you”

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[numberonehatershrimp]

I see how it is you.

1. Krill.

2. Hong Lu's Worst Ego.

3. Overcooked Fish.

4. Brick Owner.

5. Fish Food.

6. Cat Snack.

7. Overgrown Krill.

8. Flower Kisser.

9. Go Back To The Aquarium.

10. Shrimpo Fried Rice.

11. Side Dish.

12. Twunk Looking Ass.

13. Prey For The Spiders.

14. Fish Bait.

15. Disgusting Tasting Shrimp.

16. Crooked Smiling Idiot.

17. Worse Than Toodles.

18. The Ocean Called And They’re Running Out Of Shrimp.

19. The Jerk Store Called And They Want You Back.

20. Little Shrimp.

21. Cactus Prick.

22. Chicken Little.

23. Slower Than A.B.A.

24. Ishmael's Whale But With 0 Dollars.

25. Feral Cat.

26. The Shrimp That Watched Meursault Shoot That Gun.

27. The Mosquito.

28. Franz Kromer.

29. Bro Is Not Him.

30. Elderly Shrimp.

31. 1 millimeter of Sushi.

32. Worst Brick Owner.

33. You Have The Worst Food Themed Dish.

34. Read A Book.

35. Bleach Needing Flower Smoocher.

36. A Miserable Pile Of Secrets.

37. Weezer 5th Member.

38. NPC Fodder.

39. The 7 Dandy Petals Won't Obey You.

40. Heart Head.

41. Pebble Food.

42. Dumb Looking Face.

43. District 23 Food.

44. Unlucky Winner.

45. Worst Side Character Ever.

46. Not Even A Starving Person Would Consume You.

47. Stupid Dumb Idiot With No Brain Instead That Head.

48. Pizza Topping Material.

49. Can't Bottle Up Forever.

50. Worst Coping Ever!!!!

51. -5 Star Meal Maker.

52. Opened Can of WellCheers but way worse.

IM SO HONORED YOU WOULD THINK OF SOME SUBPAR INSULTS ALL FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THESE ALL SUCK THOUGH, GET BETTER AT WRITING!!!!!!!!!!!

[nightlightrequested]

A feather for a thought whisks bad ones away

More internal airdrop thoughts, vashmeryl ahead

It’s a quiet afternoon for Meryl, a day off, Milly at work and both house plants are asleep. The moon’s really can align! Knives is up in his room but Vash is scrunched up on a the single seat lounge chair that sits sun. He decided he just had to join her quietly reading on the couch but not actually on the couch because that would be reasonable for man his size.

He reminds her of a cat. A very lanky and very stupid cat.

She swear shes not actually watching him nap, but watching him Meryl notices Vash increasingly becoming more tense and the time between twitching is becoming suspicious.

Meryl tries to read on, maybe its not a bad bad dream. She turns the page as Vash flings a leg out straight over the arm of the chair, She jumps and whips her head over to him. Vash shudders and gives a little whine when Meryl notices it.

Feathers.

Feathers are slightly blooming from the back of his neck growing towards his right side slowly. She moves to get up but something floats into her eye and she jolts back blowing at whatever it is. Her eyes finally catch it again and she watches a skrunkled little feather spinning softly in the wind her breath caused. Its like watching a moth, she gets drawn into watching its little dance as it once again floats down on her. She watches it comes to rest just above her heart.

She looks to Vash to watch his body drain of stress and discomfort with a long content sigh. Going limp on the chair with his leg hung over the side and the other drawn up with his foot facing the wrong direction. His head flops forward, and Meryl knows its going to make his neck hurt like a bitch when he wakes up.

But she doesn't want to argue with the magic feather that seemed to have sent a sense of warmth and comfort through the both of them. Besides she really wanted to finish her book today, besides the idiot should have just come over and just lied with her on the larger couch, maybe she could have run her fingers though his hair like an overgrown cat. she doesn't notice but they both smile subconsciously at the thought.

Maybe she should let Milly keep the little black cat inside if Meryl was just going to be drawing comparisons to Vash's resemblance to the creatures.

[justicefanged]

She missed him. A lot. Maybe she could have written it off as being around his brother but, even before then, even when they were still on the boat doing soapy pushups, her mind still kept returning to thoughts of Linus.

She's excited to find him too, when things have finally returned to normal. It had just been hard at first to find an excuse to approach him without coming off as too desperate. She's never been particularly great at the whole making friends thing but she's never really needed more than the little handful she had. Now that she's in Fódlan and they are not, Altena finds herself wishing she had more.

And then Lloyd finds her with a box that absolutely has some sort of creature inside and tells her to give it to Linus and she knows this is her chance. She can approach him with a reason other than the fact that she's lonely and likes him.

She wastes no time in seeking him out. On top of wanting to see him, she is quite curious about what's inside. And she said she wouldn't open it without Linus and she has always been a woman of her word. Linus is easily tracked down--he's not exactly the type of person that can fly under the radar--and her face lights up when she sees him.

"This is for you. For us, maybe? Your brother asked me to deliver it."

Supposedly, everyone that had left on that mission was back now, but fuck if Linus could find any of them! No Altena, no Lloyd, no Raven. Not a single one of them! And, boy, did he have a bone to pick with his brother once he decided to show his face! He'd been in a piss poor mood for the last month, and not being able to find the handful of people he actually got on with here was just grinding his gears even more.

He's stomping down one of the halls, coming back from some Saints forsaken lesson, and doesn't see one of the stray cats that linger around the monastery sunning itself on the pathway. His boot comes down on its tail, and the bright orange thing yowls like a demon before clawing and biting its way up his leg and then kicking off in a whirl of teeth, claws and puffed up fur.

"Well, don' fuckin' lay your mangy ass out in the walkway, ya overgrown weasel!" Linus barks down the hall, swearing up a storm as he kneels down to check out his leg. Nothing too bad, but man, those claws could really dig in when they wanted to, fuck!

It's as he's in this awkward position of fiddling with his trousers that he hears a familiar voice, his head jerking up to see Altena approaching him. Linus fumbles for a moment, trying to straighten up and fix his somewhat ripped up pant leg that absolutely had a couple of cat claws stuck in at the same time.

"Hey! What, uh--" The box was for him? Them? H u h? "Been lookin' 'round for ya, but this place is a fuckin' maze that changes layouts every day, I swear--" Wow, he was really tripping over his words here. Embarrassing as hell, but now that she's right here, in front of him -- with roses in her cheeks and this look on her face -- Linus can't really be bothered to care that he looks like a bumbling idiot right now.

"What I mean is, I fuckin' missed ya, 'Tena," he eventually blabbers out after a bit of an incoherent and overly loud ramble. "Next time you're goin' off on some excitin' adventure or whatever, ya can't leave me behind, ya got that?!"

But...the box wiggles and makes a noise, and Linus' curiosity starts to get the better of him.

"So, my brother rope you in to try an' smooth things over?" he asks, rolling his eyes but reaching for the lid of the box anyways. To his surprise, it wasn't bolted down or anything and came off easily to reveal--

"No fuckin' way...," Linus chuckles, low and breathy, sticking a hand in to pull the contents of the box out. A roly-poly, brown and black puppy squirms in his grip; sharp little puppy teeth biting into his fingers, high pitched but fierce growls joining the action. He clicks his tongue at the pup, getting its attention and freeing his fingers from its mouth.

"...Bet you weren't expectin' that," he says, tone all soft and playful as he shifts the puppy in his hands, getting a good look at him. And, yeah -- definitely a him. The pup didn't care for the inspection, making an outrageously shrill, almost honking squeal as he was handled.

"Wait, wait, fuck. I have the perfect name! 'Tena, what'cha think about--?"

[lostusagis]

MUSE QUESTIONAIRE ( TO BE ANSWERED IC. )

name / “My name is Kamui!”

are you single ? “Yeah, and I plan to keep it that way.”

are you happy ? “Sure, I get to do whatever I want, fight whenever I want. I'm really happy!”

are you angry ? “Not right now I guess?

are your parents still married ? “Next question.”

NINE FACTS !

birth place / “The planet called Rakuyo.”

hair colour / “Auburn? I think? I don't know a lot of color names.”

eye colour / “Blue.”

birthday / “June 1st!”

Mood / “I’m in a pretty good mood right now!”

Gender / “Male.”

summer or winter / “Winter obviously, Yatos can't handle the sun.”

morning or afternoon / “Doesn't really matter to me.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE !

are you in love? “No.''

you believe in love at first sight ? “Sounds like crap in my opinion.”

who ended your last relationship ? “I’ve never been in one.”

have you ever broken someone’s heart ? “Who knows, if I did, I hope they're suffering a lot for being stupid enough to fall in love with me.''

are you afraid of commitment ? “Not interested in dating at all actually.''

have you hugged someone within the last week ? “No.”

have you ever had a secret admirer ? “I've had annoying women try and pursue me, but I usually take care of them once they start getting annoying.”

have you ever broken your own heart ? “No?”

SIX CHOICES !

love or lust / ''

lemonade or ice tea / “Lemonade!”

cats or dogs / “Cats! I love cats. Dogs are for idiots, like my sister and her ugly, overgrown dog.”

a few best friends or many regular friends / “Friendship is for idiots.”

wild night out or romantic night in / “A wild night out!”

day or night / “The night so I won't have to carry my umbrella around.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS !

been caught sneaking out / “As a kid I did used to sneak out sometimes, I got caught every time.”

fallen down / up the stairs / “Neither, I'm not that much of an idiot.”

wanted something / someone so badly it hurt ? “…Hahaha, how about we skip this question.”

wanted to disappear / “..........”

FIVE PREFERENCES !

smile or eyes / “I guess I really like smiles?”

fat or skinny / “Don't really care about that.”

shorter or taller / “Don't care about that either.”

intelligence or attraction / “I actually would prefer if I was able to fight them.”

hook - up or relationship / ''Neither.''

FAMILY !

do you and your family get along ? “My relationship with my sister has improved a lot, but I hope my bald father steps into a pit of lava and perishes”

would you say you have a “ messed up life ” ? “I kill for fun, so probably.”

have you ever ran away from home ? “No.”

have you ever gotten kicked out ? “Uhhh no?”

FRIENDS !

do you secretly hate one of your friends ? “Again, I think friendship is stupid and pointless!”

do you consider all your friends good friends ? “I don't have any friends!”

who is your best friend? “No one.''

who knows everything about you ? “I guess..... Abuto would be one, I've known him for a really long time, and my sister.”