#so kento cries

[sugurusladyknightt]

what i'm thinking of right now is what if someone tried hitting on you out while out on a date with your love.

satoru would've stepped away to grab the ice cream that had you waiting in a line for what you thought would feel like forever. it was fun though, the two of you pausing your initial conversation about the days plans in favour of people watching and listening in on the very scandalous conversations of those who stood with you in line. your eyes meeting in shock or surprise every so often, doing your best to disguise your laughs and gasps with charades of idle conversation and your own scandalous conversations referencing drama that, mind you doesn't really exist in your lives at the moment.

while he was a way your getting hit on by some creep. it didn't come off that way initially, but man was this getting uncomfortable fast. can this guy not take a hint? he's asking for your number once again and your refusing once again politely at first, and more stern as the advances keep coming. your not used to people that won't listen when you speak. since when did back off mean come closer? since when did i'm not interested become im just playing coy. since when did im taken, leave me alone translate to my relationship isn't real or isn't important to me and id throw it away for someone who doesn't understand basic boundaries and uses those suffocating, nauseating colognes?

drawing closer and closer to you. face far too close to yours, breathe stank too. yuck. he's gaining confidence now,convinced the 'boyfriend' you were talking about was an excuse you'd made up. your just nervous is all. playing hard to get.

panic starts to set into your bones. he's leaning back, all cocky now.

come on doll face, this 'boyfriend' of yours doesn't have to know. quit playing so high and mighty i know you want me.

you think you might throw up. when an ice cream cone hits him right in the centre of his face. comically sliding down his face. and satoru enters the scene. sun creating a halo around his fluffy white hair, your ho is glowing. signature classes sat pretty low on his nose his skin a little flushed from the heat (hence the ice cream) he's holding two more cones in his hands, walking towards you and and the offender, mock sympathy in his voice. as he expresses apologies that to just might seem sincere if your that stupid if you tried hard enough. grabbing the cone of his face to meet his eyes.

satoru has a incredibly towering stature, and while this wasn't news to you, it's quite impressive to see its advantages in real time.

peaking down at the face behind the sweet creamy mess, satoru recoils. "ew." his tone dripping with absolute disgust. turning around to make his "bleghh" face as he presses the now ice cream less cone into the man's hair. like a sad party hat above his head an sticks on of the other two, being careful to use the flavour he knows you like least, straight back into his face. massaging it around to cover as much of the monstrosity as possible before nodding proudly for his work. a pat on the make, and he's turing on his heel towards you with that blinding smile on his face.

dramatically, satoru drapes his hands over you shoulders, and leans his weight it, a pout on his strawberry glosses lips. "babyyyyy, the sight will haunt my night mares, scary people out there" he tuts standing straight with a satirical furrow between his brows. he should have been a theatre kid with all these dramatics. though you were greatful, and relived. he makes life feel so easy. it's contagious.

he looks down at you through his sunglasses small smile playing on his lips, face no longer contorted by an expression of discomfort or disgust.

satoru hands you the last cone. after all the two he got for him have served greater purpose than satisfying his sweet tooth. strong arm loosely hangs from you shoulder as you walk off leaving behind the cheap excuse of a man now covered in creamy deliciousness far too good him. your laughing at something satoru said as he glances back to see yhe newest addition to his hit list muttering to himself as he try's to get the ice cream of his over gelled greasy hair, fake designer top and horribly ugly face. satoru thinks he should just keep it as it was. ice cream was a far more pleasant sight. he looks back down at you eating away at your cone, there's a little caught at the corner of you lips.

smirking he leans down to lick it off, taking advantage of the angle of your head above his to make his eyes wide and pretty for you the same way he would when he was licking something else. your flustered, mouth open, paused mid sentence and your eyes wider than his now. wide eyes portraying his faux innocence drop to a sultry lidded gaze leaning in to kiss away another but in the other side. your fingers going up to feel if there's anything there on instinct.

he stands up quick, back to his regular self, pinching your check acting as if nothing had just transpired. like the subtle innuendo was felt only by you. "are you blushing?? god baby your such a pervert. is that all i am to you???"

and he's back to the dramatics. rolling your eyes your shrug him of and continue. he stays, watching you, his beloved walk ahead, he feels himself let out the dreamy exhale of a lovesick fool, he'll be the first to admit that for you, he is nothing else.

a quick jog is all it takes to catch up to you. arm coming back around your shoulder he leans in like he weighs the same as the feather. burying himself close to you. you smelt sweeter than ice cream. his hair tickles your neck, and your his face.

"baby"

a hmm is all he gets in reply, to busy lapping away at your cone to pay attention to the kind sexy clown you call you boyfriend. he got your favourite flavour after all.

extravagant gestures weren't something satoru shied away from, as we have gotten to see up close today. he was loud and carefree but he was yours. and you his. walking side by side, his arm around your shoulders, head resting close to you. he can feel your pulse (his posture must've looked horribly uncomfortableto someone watching from outside the two of you). it's peaceful like this. despite the bustling crowds and busy chatter around you, you shared a feeling of peace in that moment. body held close to the one you loved, despite the heat your far from bothered by the proximity. he smells so good.

then it hits him. no sweet treat :( the gravity of the situation makes it self clear to him, but his salvation, as always, is being held delicately in your hands.

"you wouldn't mind sharing with your brave, fearless, super funny, super hot, saviour knight now would do you baby"

[httpxxg]

IT'S STILL EARLY TO CRY OVER THEM AGAIN 😭😭😭

ALL OF THEM IN ONE FRAME 😭😭😭 I WANNA HUG YUJI 😭😭😭

[gochizo]

If it came to be that we could stay as children forever

one more time, somewhere, I feel that we could meet again.

[cheriecoke]

❝𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡❞

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[sillylittleguyinatrenchcoat]

(i’m one week late but) IN HONOUR OF SEASON 2 DROPPING….. some 2006 gang sillies :3

[floreraine]

all jjk makes me do Is CRY

[delzinrowe]

happy valentine's day ღ to my favourite nanami girlie @leviiackrman

[silversoulstardust]

jjk season 2 episode 18 moodboard

+ bonus:

[directionerwolf777]

Just thinking about him

[otomiyaa]

Me: Has not seen a single episode of Jujutsu Kaisen s2 so far.

Also me: Liking every single Nanami Kento related post on Tumblr.

[getosugurusbangs]

a warm summer’s breeze

[itsfairly]

im sorry, what am i supposed to say to this?!

i literally forgot what jjk is from this picture alone. its as if it was a goddamn slice of life.

[naomihatake]

Where did the sun go?

Summary: An unfortunate event for the first year' students of Tokyo Jujutsu Tech back in summer 2006. The sun of the academy stopped shining that day. (Original character insert)

Word count: 2k

TW: SPOILER - The Hidden Inventory arc, angst, character death, brief description of deadly wound, hyperventilating, suicidal thoughts, platonic relationships, nanami has green eyes (I know they're brown in canon, but I couldn't help myself)

A/N: I cried so much when after watching episode 5, even if I already knew what was going to happen, so I had to drown my sorrow by writing it down. Enjoy <3

She always knew the path she chose wasn't easy. She knew she could've left the world of sorcerers if she wanted to, she knew it wouldn't be much of a big deal if she did. There were many strong people in this world, so they wouldn't lose anything.

But she was already in her second year at Jujutsu High School and for now, she didn't regret that much. Things could've been better, obviously, but it kept her occupied not only mentally. They always had missions to do and, no matter how disgusting they were sometimes, how it made her puke a few times, she kept going. The sole reason for that were the people around her, the students in her year and the other two first years.

The connection with each one of them kept her in a floating state. She was neither dying or living a lot of the time. She was on the edge of it and it was better than to fall over.

When Naomi heard about Yuu and Kento coming back from their last mission, she was excited, her eyes sparkling. Faster than the lights, the happiness left her eyes.

"What do you mean 'mission gone wrong'?" her voice trembled.

"They're at the morgue—"

She ran there, her eyes aching from the tears being held back, the hope that bubbled in her chest when they left now breaking down into pieces at her feet as she left it in her tracks. She gasped for air and almost knocked into someone else when she entered the hallway.

"Kento! Yuu—"

Her breath stopped right after almost banging the door into the wall as she opened it, eyes widening, a chair flying into the wall with a loud sound. Kento was sitting on another one, legs spread wide apart, head thrown back, a small towel draped over his features. All she could see were his downturned lips and the way he gulped.

"What happened?" she asked before she was even able to register the situation displaying right in front of her eyes.

Only after another second, she realized Yuu was the one laying on the metal bed in the middle of the room, her heart sinking in the ground. She stumbled as she made other few steps. The sheets covering his body suddenly dipped somewhere around his hips, blood coating the gray material.

She greedily breathed in once, the earth she was walking on suddenly rotating. She clutched with her fingers at the bed, knees buckling under her own weight. Her eyes were focused on Haibara's face, the bloody and wide wound that ran from under his left eye down, running under the sheets.

Wordlessly, she let her knees hit the floor, eyes wide open. It wasn't real, was it? It couldn't be, that was impossible. She was probably having a nightmare and she'll wake up in a fit of crying. She will panic and hyperventilate and then it will stop. She knew her body would calm down after drinking some water, even if she might drop the glass and it would shatter on the floor.

The same way her heart was now shattering on the floor of the morgue as she lost focus on her labored breathing, her face pale. She heard Kento's brief explanation, but she didn't process it, numb to everything around her. She heard the edge in the husky words that left his lips, how harsh they were, filled with unshed tears he was hiding behind the towel, rage wrapping around him like a dangerously cold blanket.

Disappointment. Fear. Anger. Sadness.

He's alive, right? she thought.

Her fingers searched for Yuu's hand under the sheets, intertwining her fingers with his. He was cold and pale, even his skin. There was blood under his nails, but she still squeezed the same hand that yesterday was so warm when it touched her shoulder. He was smiling so brightly at her, trying to ease her usual anxiety before any mission her friends left for. Yuu was so optimistic, telling her about how he and Kento will bring each other back to the dorms, "back home" — his words, not hers.

She squeezed his hand so tight, leaning her forehead against it, as if trying to give him back the warmth he always greeted everyone with. He should've done the same now, even while wincing because of the pain. He should've hugged her like he always does, always the first one to share the bright side of the story.

Hot tears ran down her cheeks in rivers, pitiful whines left her lips as she shut her eyes. She stopped breathing for a few seconds, her lungs filled with air. When she exhaled, there was also a sob coming from her.

So many times she got scared that if she'd look up at him while in a bad mood, she'd make him cry too. She was worried that her own sadness would rub off onto him, the only one who always found a reason to smile, even if who knew what was inside his heart.

Don't look up. I think you'll make the sun cry.

Why did the sheets suddenly fall as if there was nothing underneath? Why was there so much blood?

The realization hit her with another wave of tears.

He was cut in half.

Just as she expected, she was hyperventilating, but it wasn't a nightmare. Reality was heartbreaking this time, even while her lungs begged for a gulp of some oxygen. There was a lump in her throat and her breathing was too deep and fast, sometimes seconds passing without an inhale or exhale. Her heart was beating in her eardrums, painfully taking over her senses.

Her arms were on the metal bed, both of her hands now around his fingers in a futile attempt of warming him up, even if she was always the one with cold hands.

No. No, this can't happen. This is impossible.

"No," the word left her lips in a whisper. "Sweetheart."

This world didn't deserve him anyway. She consoled herself with this thought over and over again. It was easier that way, since she was already convinced about that fact. Haibara Yuu was too precious for the Jujutsu world. He was too much of a gentle soul, he was too optimistic. It would've killed him at some point, even if his body would remain intact.

Maybe it was for the better.

She doesn't know how much time has passed. She sat on the floor just like that, her head resting on Yuu's cold hand, tears drying on her pale cheeks. Slowly, her breath came back to normal and she was left exhausted.

At some point, she felt Suguru's gentle touch over one of her shoulders, right before he dragged the sheets higher, over Yuu's face. They shared a few words. Suguru telling Nanami to rest after another fit, his voice echoing in her ears — now she was aware of everything.

"Satoru took over the mission," she heard Geto's usual soft tone.

Right. It all happened because of a mission that was wrongly labeled as second-grade. A dull feeling of rage and resentment made a nest in her heart.

Now, she was looking somewhere in the void, one of her hands dropped in her own lap, the other one still clutching desperately onto Haibara. From the corner of her eyes, she spotted Kento, still sitting in the same position she found him in.

"Kento," she breathed out faintly. "Are you wounded?"

"It doesn't matter."

His voice was rough and he probably took advantage of how stuck she's been in her own thoughts for so long, his tears soaking the cloth over his eyes.

"Don't throw a tantrum at me, you know it matters."

Or maybe do. If it makes you feel better, I'd rather have you yell in my face.

It wasn't even a scolding, the words spoken lifelessly, even if they were filled with honesty. She always cared too much. It always mattered too much for her.

Naomi picked herself up from the floor, avoiding looking at the big patch of blood she stared at earlier. With small steps, she made her way in between Nanami's spread legs. The same hands that clutched onto Yuu now caressed the blonde boy's shoulders. His body tensed under her feather-like touch. She was aware of her helplessness and how worthless those gestures might be, but she didn't know any better.

It was better to coax some reactions out of him than let him die on the inside, even if it seemed like she's worsening his condition.

"Do you have any wounds?"

"Stop."

The edge in his voice was more obvious, as if he was about to lash out. He bit at his own chapped lips.

"Don't be an asshole now, you can't use reversed cursed energy." One of her hands lifted from his shoulders, trying to take that towel off of his face. Suddenly, anxiety got the best of her and she thought he might even be missing an eye or worse. "Tell me—"

His long fingers curled painfully around Naomi's wrist and she winced at the strength he used to stop her. However, she didn't try to shake his touch off.

"I'm not wounded, alright?! I couldn't even protect him and you're worried about me? I'd rather be slapped across the face or killed right now!"

He lifted his head up, the white cloth falling from his face onto his thigh. His bright green eyes were filled with too many feelings for her to distinguish anything besides pain. Powerful and unrelenting pain. His eyebrows were pulled together.

"Right," he lowered his gaze to the floor, the grip around her wrist softening. "I should've been the one to die there."

Kento never spoke without thinking twice, but it was exactly what he was doing at that moment.

"Don't spit bullshit, Kento. You make his death seem meaningless."

When he tried to look at Yuu's covered body, she made one step to the side, getting in his way.

"Shit, no," she let out an exasperated sigh. "I didn't mean it that way. It's not your fault, Kento, stop thinking that."

"Then who the fuck's fault is it?!" he raised his voice at her, angry.

"It's those higher ups' fault! Listen for once, for the hell of it! If there wouldn't be repercussions, I'd go and slaughter them all!"

This time, her fingers squeezed his shoulder. The wrath she felt earlier was fueled by the dark thoughts running through her head. Her turquoise eyes were brighter than usual only because of the tears that dried on her cheeks, even if they were red, her eyelids puffy.

"I'm just a fool. Why would their stupid rules stop me from doing it anyway?" she let out a sour laugh.

Her shoulders dropped and she gulped. Kento let go of her hand, her arm falling by her side.

She wasn't reckless in that moment solely because she knew Yuu would've never found it as a solution. Realistically, she didn't do anything because she was a coward.

They deserved to die for not being able to take better care of their students, of children who didn't know better than to be reckless and hope for the best. It was their fault and their heads deserved to be at level with their feet.

I accidentally came across this song while listening to one of my playlists and I had to add a reference to it.

[winter-weepingwillow]

You did so well.

How many of you cried? As for me here, a tear escaped and it's not very common. He deserves to rest: now he can read all the books he had bought but never got the chance to read.

Go, dearest, rest under the sun and listen to the lullaby of the waves. You deserved it.

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[iamnotdirtylaundry]

taking a break from watching jujutsu kaisen because i think it might put me in a hospital holy fuck!! i thought it was gonna be silly and fun!! why are all my baby daddies dead and dying this is evil

[arabaka]

honestly i wish we had gotten to see villain!nanami :( i think it would have an amazing, adjacent take on the same theme geto carried. the buildup we got to see happen live with nanami would have made his "betrayal" so much more impactful, tbh.

because like. nanami has only ever, ever worked. he's only ever, ever been used as a means to an end in the grand scheme of things and never got what he wanted but that's not what his change of heart would be about. it'd be about the monotony of it all. day after day and the fruits of his labor are technically visible in the safety of japan, there's nothing that's an achievement specifically to him. it's not about the glory. it's about doing something with his life. enjoying existence.

imagine the absolute devastation of him having to confront gojo after this, yuji after this.

"never thought it'd be you." gojo would whisper, masking the pain in his heart when he realizes he's lost another person but not good enough because his voice is raspy and strained.

"nanamin, please. you've made a difference in my life, that has to mean something!" yuji would cry, brows scrunched and cheeks stained with agony.

he really was never the same when yu died.