#they’re so *flappy hands* cute

[pomefioredove]

hi!! could you pls do headcanons for the housewardens (+jamil) with a reader that stims? like if they get nervous or excited they do flappy hands! Gn reader, and the characters are crushing on reader but they’re not dating yet please! Thank you :>

:) of course! I stim so I get it LOL

summary: reader who stims! type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, jamil, kalim, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic for most, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu

Riddle already has a high "nonsense tolerance" when it comes to you

if you were anyone else, he would get overstimulated so fast

but, it's you

and he likes you

and he puts a lot more effort into making you comfortable around him than he would ever admit

so, by all means! fidget, stim, hum, he likes all of you

and if anyone else has a problem with it, they can go through him, first

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if you can live with a little teasing, Leona can live with your stims

kidding

...kind of

he would never admit it to himself, but the way you get excited is kinda endearing to him

(major cuteness aggression)

so he just can't help teasing you a tiny bit for it

lovingly, of course

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Azul has an eye for detail and a love of figuring people out

and admiring observing you is one of his favorite pastimes!

he might need the information later

for... reasons.

he finds your mannerisms... interesting. your nervous ticks are so different from the other student's

then Floyd suggests you're obviously stimming; it just looks different "'cause you're on land and stuff,"

it makes sense (though he doesn't have to be so smug about it)

mystery solved

but Azul keeps staring at you, anyway. for... reasons.

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unsurprisingly, Kalim loves it

if he doesn't stim already, he might just start

it's a good way to let off some energy when he's overexcited, or calm him when he's nervous

(which happens more often than you'd think)

he would be baffled by the idea that people find it annoying

or weird, or childish

if he felt like someone was staring, or about to say something to you, he'd start stimming with you

power in numbers, right?

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surprisingly (or unsurprisingly?) Jamil doesn't really... care

at this point, he's dealt with everything

a nuclear bomb could go off and he probably wouldn't even react

that's a slow tuesday for him

it's only during the metaphorical nuclear fallout

(when he has that migraine he always gets)

that he'll ask you for quiet and space

and that's the very most he'll say about it

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Vil isn't ignorant

he's not going to punish you for something that you find helpful

...and Rook has his little quirks, too

besides, there's nothing you could do that he wouldn't find endearing

what he will do, however, is help you manage

to your comfort, of course

there's a drawer full of stim toys in the Pomefiore lounge probably

and if not, Rook probably has a doohickey or two that can keep your hands occupied during quiet/important/etc occasions

otherwise, you're free to do whatever

I'm gonna be so real tbh I see Pomefiore as a very disability-friendly dorm and I'll die on that hill

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Idia! the freak himself

(affectionate)

nah, he doesn't care

he probably has a ton of his own stims he's already super embarrassed about

so he's definitely not going to say anything to you

if anything, it makes him feel better about himself

it's cute when you do it

he starts 3D printing you toys he think you'll like, most that he designed himself

so, he does care, but... in a good way!

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LMAO okay. wait

between Lilia, Silver, and Sebek, there's no way Malleus would see stimming as anything but normal

Lilia probably starts crawling on the walls like a spider when he's excited

so hand-flapping is like aw... cute! :) to Malleus

he would, will, and has stared down anyone who makes a face or a nasty comment about it

so you can be sure that no one will ever say anything mean to you about it!

like, ever again

[dangerbizz]

As of recent I’ve begun to realize that autism to people nowadays are more of a “quirky thing” and kind of treating it like how some zodiac girlies treat zodiac signs. I’ve seen it to the point where people will say “omg ur so autism” but as soon as said person actually shows symptoms of autism they get all weird about it, like they’re expected to just have fixations and do cute flappy hands or whatever. It is not limited to things you find “quirky”. Autism for a lot of people is also a matter of social struggles, so fucking expect those social struggles.

[whalesforhands]

what’s yours is mine (10/?)

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pairing: geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru

You don’t know a lot of things, and you readily admit that. What you do know, is that the friends you’ve made aren’t something you will ever regret. Until your physical body weakens and becomes nothing, you’re more than happy to give your all until you wither away.

What’s yours can be theirs, too. They’re your friends, after-all. (Omegaverse AU)

“Betas, as we all know make up the main bulk of our world,” A circle is drawn around the ‘β’ sign, chalk flaking off as it taps against the blackboard. “But what about Omegas? Does anyone remember what the sign for it looks like?”

Silence. The lead of a pencil cracks when it’s unceremoniously dropped onto the floor, inciting the complaints of students that wanted to do anything but study.

“Amachi-sensei! Please don’t give us another surprise quiz…!” A student whose name escapes your mind sounds out, their hand raised into the air and a pout on their cheeks.

(You’re not really that close with any of your other classmates. Not even acquainted enough to remember their names…)

“Oh my, if you’re asking me like that I really don’t mind making one for all of you right now.” She huffs as she crosses her arms, shaking her head at the room full of her own students.

“Students must be prepared for anything, you know? A quick reminder doesn’t hurt!”

A collective groan and whines of complaints form a chorus of exasperated children.

“Always so excitable, aren’t you, kids?” Her tone is stale as her flats click against polished wooden floors, standing before the class as she adjusts her glasses. “But I’m reviewing this topic again for your sakes! This is your final year as an elementary student and now that you’re all 12,”

A clap of her hands together as she smiles, the apples of her cheeks blushed pink and the mole by her lip stretching out with her expression.

“It’s the year you present your secondary genders! I’m sure you’re all quite excited, are you not?”

Unfortunately for you, you didn’t quite catch any of that. Not one word managed to float into your attentive ears as Suguru flips through your textbook in your stead, inconspicuously making sure that it looked like you were at least following along.

You would be, if you weren’t so distracted.

“Today’s curse is cute too.” It really is. With flappy wings that looked too small for its body, a smooth, round and squishy body with wide, wide eyes that barely blinked—And the way it kept making little ‘chu!’ noises as it floated all around you. “It looks all blobby and chubby.”

(It’s a real wonder how it even flies. Maybe the laws of gravity don’t apply to cursed spirits.)

“You like it, right? I caught it just cause I thought you might.”

“Mhm. I like all the cute looking ones.”

Because Geto Suguru was one of those ‘cursed energy’ users, and Gojo Satoru had deemed him ‘capable’ enough, given what he had claimed to see through those pretty eyes of his that you’re too familiar with.

“Suguru’s different!” He’s huffing at you as he pokes at your cheek, jabbing the pads of his fingers into them as your head steams with all the information he had just dumped onto you in one fell swoop.

“He’s born with a technique and stuff. Real potential and everythin’.”

(Technique… The thing that people are born with and are supposedly meant to gain better control of as they grow older.)

“Bwut yuuu sfaid—“ He finally releases you. “Shoko doesn’t have a technique either…?” Or did you hear wrong? Was she able to officially learn this ‘Jujutsu’ because she did in fact have one? Or is she just special like Satoru because she’s rich too? Your head is really starting to feels like it was desperately trying to work cogs that haven’t been oiled in far too long.

It’s just not clicking.

“She’s different cause she’s like…” His eyes squint at you as your cheeks go back to being abused by hands that took too much interest in them. “Like a Band-Aid in Digimon.”

“But like a really, really weak Band-Aid and stuff. So she’s not a cure all like a Medicine. If ya go crazy in the head she can’t help.” You can see his grin grow all the more when he pulls at your cheeks and squishes them together.

“Hmph! Now she’s not as cool as ya thought, right?” He’s back to that proud smugness in his expression, eyes sparkly and so full of pride. “I still got the best one out of all of ‘em!”

(“So… She’s a like a Hyper Potion in Pokemon?” Just to put it in terms you understand better, anyway. Digimon’s tough.

“Hyper Potion’s too powerful. Treat ‘er like one of those super useless small purple ones that barely heal anything.”

“Those are supposed to only be good early game, though.”)

“Remember to ask your parents to sign your acknowledgment form for the checkup! Did everyone receive a copy?”

“Yes, Amachi-sensei!”

“Then class is dismissed— Don’t forget!”

It looks like Satoru wasn’t coming today either, it seems. Not even when third period rolled about and you were huddled up next to Shoko’s side as her head leans against your shoulder under the shade of the tree in the school courtyard, chatter in your ears and a yawn escaping your mouth.

(You think he must be really busy with his particular rich people stuff. You hope he’s at least eating well.)

Physical education was never your most favourite of classes. Partly because you just couldn’t seem to be good at anything that had to do with sports, and mostly because of all the sweat.

(And also, they separate the boys and girls. At least Suguru’s having fun playing basketball.)

“You have a pretty bad sense of smell, (last name)-chan! Maybe you’ll be a Beta?” Hayashi Yume is one of the few names that you actually do remember. A loud personality and openness to talking to everybody making it a breeze for her to get along with absolutely anyone.

Even you.

(When Gojo Satoru isn’t around, anyway. Suguru seems to think of her of a friend. Shoko too.)

There’s no fighting the most popular topic amongst the final year elementary students. No helping in the fact that this was all on each and everyone’s minds… But you just can’t really bring yourself to care.

“…what do you wanna be, Hayashi-san?” Just to change the topic away from you, away from this sudden spotlight that you don’t want. It was hard making a choice on this already… You don’t want to be ambiguous about it all over again should you be swayed.

“Oh, oh! I wanna be an Alpha, of course!” She gushes and squeals, hands on her cheeks and face alight with a blush so adorned with excitement. “My mother says it’s a one-way ticket to being successful in life! That’s why all the lead roles in movies are always played by ‘em!”

“Ehhh? But that’s just movies, though. Ya wanna be an actor or something?” Nishikawa Emi— You think. Hayashi-san’s best friend and possibly one of the few people in this school willing to talk to you despite your social circle.

You like her. She does the talking for you when you don’t know how to carry on— And you really like her nose bridge because it reminds you of your Saya-chan.

“N-No—“ A sigh, and crossed arms that finally loosen. “Fine, y-yea! I wanna be a famous movie star one day!”

(Hayashi Yume is really easy to read.)

“Pfft—“

“Stop laughing, Emi-tan!”

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’d rather be an Omega.” Nishikawa Emi nods to herself, her head tilted to the side, strong gaze flickering from her best friend to you and Shoko as her arms cross. “They got it really easy, no? Look pretty and they got any Alpha or Beta wrapped around their finger.”

“Eh…? Emi-tan, I thought fair-o-mones only affected Alphas and Omegas…?” Yume scratches at her head, her expression in clear confusion as she tries to recall the lesson they just had— Social Studies was always so difficult for no reason.

“Omegas are pretty enough to charm anyone, duh. My sister gave me a magazine and it was just full of pretty Omegas, and not even one of ‘em was ugly, so it’s gotta be true.”

“Huh…? Really…?”

(���(last name)-chan agrees.”

You think Nishikawa is right. Your Mama is super, duper, extremely heart-stoppingly beautiful. The prettiest around, even your Saya-tan would pale in comparison, and the old couple that lives across your home agree whenever you pop yourself through their gate to get the snacks they keep offering you.

“Mhm.”)

Only two out of three were mentioned to be positive. This must be what Amachi-sensei must have been talking about when she was going on about how there was a ‘bias’ and that ‘people don’t think everything can be equal’.

(Kinda makes sense now, you guess. But you’ll still keep true to your Beta favouritism. What’s so bad about being the most common? You would be able to fit in with lots and lots of people. Common interests save relationships! According to the daily advice channel, anyway.)

“Shoko, what do you wanna be?” It’s whispered and soft— Mindful of how she was quietly snoozing away on your shoulder as you feel her shift, hear her breaths shorten and her see her eyelashes flutter.

“Dunno…” She replies with a tone sluggish and tired, yet somehow able to perfectly comprehend your question. So she was listening despite being asleep. “Everything sounds like a pain to deal with. Don’t wanna choose…” And she’s back into dreamland.

An ambiguous answer.

“Ehhh? Ieiri-chan,” Yume shakes the sleepy girl’s shoulder. “You gotta at least like— Aaah!”

Maybe it’s your weird sense of heroism, the odd feeling of responsibility that came with being the person you are that you’re lunging towards the classmate that you didn’t know all that well, forcing her head down before the basketball could make direct impact with her face.

At the very least, you hope you don’t get a nosebleed. Please don’t let the hit be too hard, please don’t let it break your nose and require you to have emergency surgery like in that one movie Geto-papa played for everyone because Geto-mama didn’t allow you all to watch that one horror movie—!

Your eyes squeeze shut, teeth clenched and jaw tightened. Please, please please please please…!

And— Nothing. Just air in your face, a breeze in your ears and the familiar, panicked sound of a ‘chu!’ as you hear something akin to a spring bouncing. The basketball rebounds off of the poor curse, making it take the brunt of the impact and a surprised squeak escaping it—

Before you watch it get recalled back.

Suguru.

“Ahh! Sorry, sorry! We didn’t mean ta let the ball get so far out of court!” You hear the stampede of feet, the smell of sweat and the feeling of your heartbeat trying to recover from all that adrenaline. “You girls al’right?”

“(last name)-chan almost got hit in the face saving me! Do you boys have no manners at all?!” It’s Hayashi that’s clinging onto you, her arms around your neck as her eyes are teary and her nose was starting to run— A clear show of how touched she was by your actions, before she’s standing up to match the boy’s height to ensue an argument.

(She was always the overdramatic kind. But it works out for you ‘cause heroes always love a good damsel in distress.)

“I said I was sorry!”

“You can’t even keep a single ball in court! What would’ve happened if (last name)-chan wasn’t here and Emi-tan didn’t catch Ieiri-chan?!”

(Mama did once say that people who argue like an old couple may get married one day. Best of wishes to Hayashi-san and… The boy that you can’t seem to remember the name of.)

“You didn’t get hit, right?” A hand settles on your head from above, before helping you to stand up from your tumbled position on the ground. Your eyes flicker up to meet droplets of purple reflecting spots of sunlight, noir hair hastily tied into a miniature ponytail and strands blowing in the wind, whilst the sweat on his furrowed brow was frowned into a panic.

He’s patting your face, your hair, cheeks, eyes, nose— “I’m just checking for bumps. You sure you didn’t get hit?”

“Mn.” You have to assure him as you take out your handkerchief from your pocket, dabbing at the sweat on his forehead and trying to soften the deep furrow. “Of course I didn’t. You’re the one who saved me.”

And you have full trust in him, no matter what. Shouldn’t that be expected? Suguru’s the coolest person you know.

(And Ieiri Shoko remains asleep, even when Suguru is checking you over once more and had to begrudgingly leave with the rest of the boys whilst muttering something under his breath— With the ball tightly clenched in his hands.

Shoko’s now snoozing on Nishikawa’s shoulder as she stays deep within her dream… That drama she was talking about must’ve been really nice.

“Wow… Ieiri-chan must be really tired.”

“…she was studying really hard for the math quiz all night.” Anything to save your dear Shoko’s reputation.

“What?! We have a math quiz?!”

Suguru’s team won the match, by the way. You saw a lot of the opposing team members practically drag themselves to class with bruised faces and sore arms.)

——

“Remember,” Her hand smooths down the messy strands of your bed head, your toothbrush hanging out of your mouth and your eyes groggily blinking at your blurry reflection in the bathroom mirror.

“I’ll love you no matter what you are, okay?” The hairbrush gently combs through locks of your hair, her breathing soft yet just that little bit breathless.

You don’t need much to discern that she was nervous, don’t need superpowers to be able to tell that your Mama was scared. The slightest tremble in her hands, the way she was picking at every strand of your hair that was seemingly ‘out of place’.

But you don’t— Won’t share the same sentiments. Because you don’t care much for this kind of thing. It’s just like taking a test, right?

One that you can’t study for or any of your friends to tutor you for, but still a test all the same.

“It doesn’t matter which one you turn out to be. You’re still you no matter which one, and that won’t change.” A minty exhale accompanied by her very evident stress, her hands fussing over every strand of your already very brushed out hair.

(Was it bad that you didn’t think this was that big of a deal?)

“Mhm…” You’re awake enough to know not to talk with your mouth foaming with toothpaste, awake enough to be aware of how there was just something in the air that had your Mama acting like this today.

(Maybe it’s one of those Heat things you heard Amachi-sensei go through a few weeks ago. Now you wish you paid more attention instead of playing with Suguru’s curses…)

Your eyes meet hers in the foggy mirror of your bathroom; her hair is only slightly messed up, her face ever so pretty, yet so worried as she bites her lip and hugs you close.

“I’ll bwe fwine, Mwama.” (“I’ll be fine, Mama.”) You know better, yet you just can’t help but want to comfort her right now— Even if it’s spat out through a mouthful of minty toothpaste foam and a toothbrush that nearly drops out of your mouth.

“Iiiee profwise.” (“I promise.”)

And that was that. Though, you can still feel her slight uneasiness even when she smiles at your attempt of tying your own shoelaces, can feel that the air just hasn’t settled into the usual calmness that you were used to even when you waved her goodbye at the gate.

(You hope it all goes well today. If not for you, then for your Mama. At the very least, just for her.)

“Satoru.” You smile, a hand going up to wave as you climb into the unassuming, yet extremely fancy vehicle waiting just outside your home.

“Good morning.”

It was like clockwork. Backpack onto the carpeted floors of the car, a moment to catch your breath and your hand reaching towards a head of fluffy white to pat—

Your wrist gets caught.

“Hmph.” He looks pouty, irritated. Like he was going to erupt into a tirade of angry rambling and start comparing you to the ugliest Digimons that he knew of.

“Why’d ya always do that? I-I’m not a kid, ya know?!”

Why? Because you’ve been doing it since… Forever, you guess. He’s never stopped you before, never stopped you until now. So why? Was it the change in the air today? The odd pressure in the atmosphere? It should be obvious, all because he’s—

“Because you’re cute, Satoru.”

He doesn’t look satisfied with that reply. Not at all, especially when he narrows his eyes at you into a glare.

(Cute.)

“What, like a puppy or somethin’? Ya making fun of me?”

“No.” You shake your head, watch as his fingers tighten themselves ever so slightly against your wrist. That’s definitely not how you see him at all, not at all what you feel when you look at him, no matter how cute he was. “That’s not it.”

“Then what?” He had a huff to his tone, irritation and exasperation as he pulls on your hand and forces you to lean closer towards him— To meet his awaiting blue glare.

“Because… I like you too much?”

Silence follows. The air changes, and you catch the shoulders of the nameless driver that usually never said much stiffening—

Did you say something wrong? Something that offended him? You… Didn’t, right? You’ve always called him cute, and he’s always been fine with it. With reddened tips of his ears and eyes that looked like they were gonna bulge out of his head as he covered his face with an angry swing of his arm—

“T-Then I don’t wanna be cute!”

Oh. That’s… Kinda sad. Is it because he doesn’t like you back? That can’t be it, can it? You’ve both been friends since 4, he can’t possibly say that he hated you for all that time, could he?

(But even if he did, you think you’d be at peace to know that he did used to like you. That would be enough.)

“Why not…?” You don’t have a mirror right now, but you’re pretty sure you just can’t help the look of deposed, kicked puppy look in your eyes as you frown. “Satoru, do you not like me…? Did I do something wrong—“

“C-Cute doesn’t mean super attractive! And n-nobody likes to be called that! Hmph!” And he turns away, his hand splayed out on your face and effectively blacking out your vision as he makes sure to keep this distance between you and him.

(So… It was an insult? Have you been insulting your dear Satoru all this time?)

“Sorry, Satoru…”

“Stop apologizing, you stupid dummy!”

“Sorry.”

“Times are always changing, isn’t that right, Saya-san?”

“Indeed, Mr. Reporter! It’s speculated that because of the shift of the moon into its next lunar phase, everyone will be experiencing a change in their life to come.” Her hands wave around, her smile ever so blindingly adorable as you stare up at her pretty face upon the television screen.

Her fingers delicately make a heart, a charming, moe-filled wink towards the camera as you nearly feel your heart stop. “So always expect change, even if it’s ambiguous! You never know if it can be a blessing or a curse if you don’t go and experience it for yourself!”

Maybe change can be a good thing too, if your Saya-tan embraces it.

(“Good… ‘orning…” Geto Suguru was never an early riser. Not even on a day as ‘important’ as this was as he groggily drags himself into the car.

“Suguru.” A turn of your head towards the boy as you shift further inside to make room for him, pressing shoulder to shoulder with your white haired friend as he continues the little ramble about a boss he was fighting. “You look handsome today.”

“Wha—“ And his purple eyes are now blown wide, cheeks growing warm and red splashing onto his face as he freezes midway through— Nearly falling back had it not been for Kimiko-san supporting him from behind. “What— Wha?”

“Hey—! That’s reserved just for me! Don’t go calling Weird Bangs that too!”)

——

“(last name)-san, right?” Her eyes scan over the your sheet of paper as you tiptoe over the counter to meet eyes with the nurse lady.

(You also think it’s funny she’s referring to you in such a formal way despite being so much older than you.)

It’s unfortunate that you had to be separated from your friends… Even Shoko had to wave you goodbye as she was taken away by a personal doctor, whilst you were whisked away and separated from the other girls after brief height and weight measurements.

“No abnormalities in the past few months, correct?”

“Mn.” Not that you know of, anyway. Mama usually answers these types of questions for you at the doctor.

So it is kinda weird answering for yourself. On your tiptoes and with your eyes barely making it over the oddly tall counter. You swore your Mama told you that you’ve been growing a lot lately.

“Please proceed behind the curtain.”

And you did, poking your head in to check for enemies hiding in a corner only to meet with a smiling lady. With a cool lab coat and the— Setho-something scope. Heartbeat reader thingy.

(You know because you saw an episode of Saya-chan roleplaying as a doctor once for a special episode of her zodiac sign forecast. Just because you’re 12, doesn’t mean you need to know the names of everything yet.)

“Hello there.” Her smile is kind. Soft and gentle… And makes you less scared of the fact that she’s a stranger as you slowly, shyly step into the makeshift ���room’ surrounded by curtains.

“…hi.”

She laughs. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” A hand over her mouth as she tries to stifle her laughter and the crow’s feet around her eyes making themselves all the more prominent as you… Relax slightly.

“Ho… Mura-sensei,” You think that’s what the name tag says as you sit down on the very soft, very plush seat. “Am I a Beta?”

(You need to check the brand for this chair. Maybe Satoru will buy it and let you have one of the old, weirdly comfortable chairs he’s got at his house. Mama has been pretending that her back doesn’t hurt lately.)

“Hm.” Her eyes trail over to her computer, before flickering back down to you with an amused chuckle. “Straight to the point, aren’t you?”

“Mhm.” You wanna get out and get done. Then, you, Shoko, Suguru and Satoru are all gonna gather, open up the little envelope they give you with your assigned secondary genders, look at it and be done forever.

(Because nothing will change between all of you no matter what.)

“Smell this.”

And you do, bringing that little tin up to your nose and taking a big, big whiff of— Some sort of powdery substance inside?

“Powder…?”

The next didn’t seem to be any different, more of that stuff that smelled like nothing no matter how many big whiffs you took and exhaled out.

(Maybe it was some odd test for your nose. You hope you didn’t fail.)

“Form a fist with your hand and show me the underside of your arm, please.”

“…does the needle hurt?”

“Mm…” She thinks for a little bit, as if debating on the question that you gave her as she adjusts the thin needle. “I’d be lying if I said it didn’t, but only for a little bit.”

Well… Good. At least she isn’t lying to you. You don’t like liars. Liars would be like that doctor your Mama called an ‘old coot’ once because he ‘didn’t know what he was doing’ as she carried you out of his examination room.

“I’ll give you a lollipop afterwards.”

“Deal.”

(It did hurt. Kinda. You definitely think it did. Your eyes were squeezed shut so tightly during the process so you don’t even know if it went in or not.)

“It seems that your question has to be undetermined today, (last name)-san.” Her right hand fingers tap against the keyboard as she types sentence after sentence, left hand penning up a messy string of words that you blink at least 3 times at— Before giving up.

“You’ll be receiving your results a little later than everyone else.”

——

“It’s rare.” Eyes trail over another sheet of paper filled with too many hard words and numbers. “But not out of the ordinary. It just means she needs to take extra precautions.”

“What about medication? Is there anything that can be prescribed? It’s dangerous for—“

“(last name)-san. I understand your concerns as a mother, but there is little I can do when your daughter is unable to differentiate the primary scents.”

Middle school is when things get serious, they say. Exams, social lives, more exams, club activities, even more exams… And the high school entrance exams that will determine where you’ll go.

(You don’t even know who ‘they’ are. Who are ‘they’ even to say that? You don’t agree. Mama always tells you that you should enjoy being in the present, no matter how old you get.)

“It’s okay.” She pats your head as you both walk out of the stuffy doctor’s room, her words breathy and clearly stressed. “You’ll be the same as you are now…”

“Mama just needs you to take some medicine everyday from now on, okay?”

But, the first week of middle school is probably the first time that you realize… Geto Suguru is extremely popular.

“Geto-kun! Do you mind teaching me this part?”

“Geto-san~ Ame-chan and I are gonna go to the movies later! Do you want to—“

“Oi! Geto! Come join the Kendo club! Coach said he’s heard about you in elementary!”

More so than the white-haired counterpart that you’re pretty sure even the most grumpy, most abstinent of people would find attractive.

(Mama says it’s because looks can sometimes make up for a lot of brash personalities.)

“U-Um— Gojo-san, if you don’t mind, you can eat some of my bento…!” She’s bowing, shaky hands presenting her cutely wrapped lunchbox as she keeps her shy gaze towards the floor. “I-It would be an honour for you to eat it…!”

Awkward silence and Gojo Satoru staring down your poor classmate with eyes that shone with an extremely proud, azure twinkle.

“Heh.” There’s a pleased, shit-eating grin on his face and barely held back disgust in those pretty eyes of his that flickered to and fro from Suguru to the girl still standing before him. “An honour for you, huh?”

(As if he was trying to show off.)

“But you’re not suggesting that I should be eating that trash in your hands, right?”

(So, it was then that you realize it’s not just your Suguru’s handsome looks that made him so popular with the girls.)

“Satoru.” Suguru’s hand gently dabs a handkerchief against the snowy-haired boy’s face, pressing the soft cloth against his skin and imploring the boy to clear his nostrils lest he somehow infect the rest of you with his germs.

“Your nose is leaking.”

“It’s that damn dusty ass classroom’s fault! How the hell do you both withstand that place?” He sniffles before blowing his nose, pressing the cloth embroidered with Suguru’s initials against his face to wipe up his snot.

“If you knew you should’ve wiped it up sooner. You trying to be the grossest kid in school or something? Tired of being the perfect golden boy?”

“Cry about it and use those ugly bangs of yours to wipe your tears.”

They get along well now. As well as… Getting into spats about games, the weather, why the takoyaki stall you all frequent suddenly used a different brand of bonito flakes, how the inclination of the umbrella Satoru threw did not purposely hit that poor student, why there were badly drawn doodles of Suguru’s face everytime he lent his notes to the both of you— Seriously, how was it possible that they could argue about anything and everything?

It was like a talent in itself. One that you have taken as an everyday occurrence as you chew on another spoonful of rice and enjoy the peace of eating lunch together on the school rooftop.

(You’re pretty sure you’re not allowed up here, but you’re also pretty sure the Gojo family pulled some strings again. Must be nice being rich and powerful.)

He leans in, quickly stealing the bit of food from your chopsticks as you stare on in confusion.

Eh?

“…?” With your head tilted to the side and blinking at him 3 whole times to really make sure.

“What.”

“I thought you didn’t like commoner food?” Especially yours that you and your Mama had made together last night. It’s exciting to be able to bring your own lunch to school once every month. It’s kind of like having the sports festival you used to have in elementary.

Just without the sports.

“Don’t feed him. Let him starve because he forgot to bring his own food today.” Suguru retorts with a huff, stuffing another riceball into his mouth as he angrily chews— Despite the fact that Satoru literally had half a riceball that definitely did not belong to him in his hands.

(It’s nice that they’re nice to each other.

“Hey! If y’er gonna punish me for forgetting, at least remind me with a call or something!”

“No way. You’re just gonna complain that I interrupted you whilst you were in the middle of eating an entire jar of sprinkles.”

“Satoru, is the meatball any good? Kimiko-san gave the recipe to my Mama only recently so we didn’t have much time to practice.”)

“Oh yea!” Rice is on the corner of his lip as he talks through a full mouth. “Kimi-chan says ya need to eat y’er medicine afterwards too or whatever.”

“(name)-sama.” Her slender, calloused hands are gentle as they lift up and off of your face, revealing the 3rd eye on her forehead blinking down at you as you stare back in awe.

(Cursed techniques can be so cool looking.)

“It’s simply a case of equivalent exchange.” The sparkling iris of her eye studies you intensely, staring so vividly into you that it felt like it was peeling back layers of your skin and boring deep into your flesh.

“It looks to me like your body had exchanged your strongest sense in favour of being able to house your current amount of cursed energy…” She sucks in a breath as her face starts to turn blue, her hands turning pale before her special eye disappears— And her face returns to normalcy.

“So your current senses are now akin to a Beta despite your genetic makeup.”

“Satoru’s right, for once.” Suguru’s reaching into his pocket, pulling out a little notepad with specific timings written down. “You gotta take your medicine on time.”

But it tastes really bad—

“I’ll be upset if you don’t.”

And your shoulders slump in defeat just as Satoru takes hold of your chopsticks, stuffing a meatball into your mouth before plopping one into his own.

“Yea, Suguru’s got a point. It’s tough bein’ what you are and stuff, ya know? Even worse if you can’t even feel how ya affect the area.” He swallows. “It’s like putting up a barrier against ya ownself while everyone else already knows what’s going on.”

And you just have to wither on the bench in defeat, back against the wall and letting out a sigh as Gojo continues to help himself to your lunch.

“But Shoko’s got it easy, though…”

“Ieiri?” Suguru’s shoulder brushes against yours as he leans back to stare up at the same sky as you. “That’s cause she’s a Beta. She’s can’t be affected or affect anyone with pheromones.”

Sigh. It must be nice to be like that.

“I wish I was a real Beta.”

“So? What is it?” Satoru’s splayed out on your futon as he stretches his limbs, his backpack hastily thrown to your floor as Suguru watches you hold the letter in your hand.

“You nervous?”

A little bit.

“I’ll open it if you don’t want to.” Shoko pipes up from your side as she peeks over your shoulder at the still unopened letter. “I’ll even read it out loud from the start and stuff.”

“Don’t give it to ‘er. She’s gonna skip out on the important bit accidentally and not realize it cause she can’t read as good as me.”

Just do it, right? You’re going to have to tell your Mama sooner or later when she comes home. So you ignore the light chatter throughout your bedroom, hold your breath as you tear through the envelope and slowly read—

Ah.

*Your child has presented as an Omega.

*As this result came with abnormal observations with your child, (name) (last name), we invite you to make an appointment with Dr. Homura for further evaluation at your earliest discretion.

previous masterlist next

nvy’s aftertalk;

sch has started again for me so i won’t be able to keep to the semi-regular schedule i’ve been updating this 🙂‍↕️

i’ll try to get my wedding fic up if possible if ykw that is and some other stuff too 😭

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This Week in BL - Gangsters Win

Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top. Delayed October reviews included this week! (Still traveling but now in home territory and familiar hotels.)

Nov 2023 Wk 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thurs iQIYI) 2 of 8 - GIVING ME LIFE. How dare they be this… this... Just. How dare!

Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 1 of 10 - I have been waiting for another truly sports centered BL since HIStory 2: CTL. This is nowhere near as good, but I don’t care. It’s great pulp and Sprite is a fab central character. I've realized that I love the pulps most when they’re ridiculously soapy (identical twins identity trope for sport’s fuck’s sake) but ERNEST about it (not campy). This one is taking itself seriously and it's so cute that it's trying so hard. Good little pulp. Dee mar.

Dangerous Romance (Fri YT) ep 12fin - was it me or did this show kinda flag on you too?

Poor, struggling Sailom is forced to tutor his bully, Kang, and they fall for each other despite circumstances. I loved it for the first 4 eps, liked it for the middle 4, and then kinda lost interest. I think it's because the focus shifted from Sailom to Kang, and I just find a disenfranchised character more interesting than the poor little rich kid archetype. Ultimately the script waffled and failed these actors - the leads and sides were solid, and support cast on point. 8/10 pretty standard 2023 GMMTV fair

Absolute Zero (Thai Weds iQIYI) ep 6 of 12 - It’s sort of a paradox of emotions not just time. It remains sad and I remain wary. 

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) The Camp Fire ep 11 of 24 - Launched with an argument over rude pronouns and mistaken identity. Highlights the joy of camping. Ugh. I don't think this one is for me despite the pair.

Venus in the Sky (Tues iQIYI) ep 10fin - NO SINGING. I can't believe they brought in rando SIDEs just to sing! WHHHHYYYYY? Sigh.

An indifferent pulp with indifferent acting and poor chemistry (despite high heat) based on the reunion romance trope that was just... so... slow... It wasn’t entirely a waste of time but I can’t in good faith recommend it. unless you have a very high tolerance for Thai pulps and ultra tsundere characters. 5/10 ONLY WATCH IF YOU'VE NOTHING BETTER TO DO

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Kiseki: Dear to Me (Taiwan Tues Viki & iQIYI) ep 12 of 13 - I don’t mean to be rude because you know I love the main couple in the show, but they are simply being out acted by the sides. They are so damn good. Ai Di and his dumb oversized sweaters and flappy flappy sleeves is EVERYTHING.

Bump Up Business (Korea Gaga) 5-6 of 8 - More language negotiation, so of course I like it. I also like that they openly let Eden admit to a crush on a boy. I like this whole thing way more than I should. Save me from myself?

You Are Mine (Taiwan Fri Viki) eps 9 of 10 - I don’t understand why baby boy is trying to escape so badly. (Except for plot reasons.) Running of the gays! Look at you Taiwan stealing Japan’s favorite trope. This show is fun but it’s a bag of tropes held together with some very thin fraying mesh plot. 

If It’s With You AKA Even If I Fall In Love With You AKA Kimi to nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo’ (Japan Gaga) ep 5fin - The leads are so painfully cute portraying a softly simple story of teen first love. This was a nice little piece with an early yaoi feel that come off as brief, as if it were meant to be a short story that had been extended into a series. Sweet but ultimately rather forgettable. 7/10  

Mr Cinderella 2 (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 6-7 of ? - yeah I forgot to watch again, I may be dnfing this by accident.

It's Airing But...

I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai (Japan Tues Netflix-Japan & ????) - in classic JBL fashion, I Cannot Reach You could not be reached. It looks good though so I mgiht put some effort into finding it grey.

Look at Japan dropping all the tropes in on scene: rooftop, kabedon, hand hold.

SHADOW (Thai Gaga) 1-7 of 14 - this is a horror BL with ghosts & paranormal elements in a boarding school setting. I'm not wild about Thai horror (or horror at all). It features Singto (who did paranormal BL He's Coming to Me) opposite Fluke N (who's done a couple horror's before). Also Fiat. Dan suffers from sleep paralysis, and in his dreams he sees a shadow that suffocates him. It gets worse when he transfers schools. I'm holding off on this one and if told it's good I'll binge watch.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - I find this series more fun to binge, so I'm waiting until it completes its run.

One Room Angel (Japan Gaga) - adaptation of Harada’s manga of the same name (which I did not like) about a convenience store clerk who's stabbed, nearly dies, and returns home to find an angel waiting for him. With only 5 eps and a good chance this won’t end happy, I'm gonna wait and let you tell me how it goes.

Can I Buy Your Love From A Vending Machine? AKA Sono Koi, Jihanki de Kaemasu ka? (Japan cinema release in-country only) - This one is a movie from Japan so in customary fashion who tf knows when (or if) it will get international distribution. Salaryman Ayumu Koiwai just can't tear his eyes away from the strong, muscular man as he checks on the stocks of the vending machine in his office. I did some hunting but only found the manga, so I'm marking it cnf and moving on with life. This will be its last appearance on the weekly update.

I Finished It!

Love in Translation (iQIYI) ep 8 - solid ending, man these two are a great pairing.

A sweet little pulp about a Thai boy with a crush on a Chinese influencer who ends up in a business relationship with her ex-bf. This show had truly great chemistry between the leads, cute found family with good rep, and an exciting (if silly) ending that almost, but didn't quite, make up for how incredibly annoying the main character was in the first half. Gotta say the make-out scene in the convenience store is one of the greatest in Thai BL, tho. 6/10 DEF WORTH WATCHING BUT FLAWED

I Feel You Linger in the Air (grey) ep 8 of 12 - so that was A THING. I did a seriously extensive deep dive analysis, historical & linguistic extras, and review here.

I truly loved this time travel romance. IFYLITA is an exquisite BL, from filming techniques to narrative framework (much like Until We Meet Again). Steeped in history and family drama it edges into lakorn (but no as much as To Sir With Love and with way less scenery chewing). This is an elegant and classy BL… from Thailand which normally doesn't even try for classy. The main couple (both as a pair and individuals) were excellent, particularly Bright (Yai) whose eye-work acting style is a personal favorite of mine. Pity about the ending. Oh it wasn’t that sad but it wasn’t good either. This show should easily have earned a 10 from me except that it fumbled the… erm… balls. Argh. Whatever. 9/10

Only Friends (YT) ep 11-12 - What can I say, this wasn't my thing, it was never gonna be, and I didn't like it. Basically Thailand did the L-Word but with branded BL pairs and the only agenda seemed to be slut shaming and making sure those pairs stayed healthy and sponsor ready. Consequently, the pairs were all executing well and to the best of their ability (of course) but all other characters got shafted, both in the good and the worst possible ways. Unrated but if falls somewhere between 5 (hot mess) and 3 (what am I doing with my life?)

Next Week Looks Like This

11/10 Middleman’s Love (Thai Fri Mandee's YT & iQIYI 1 of 8? - TutorYim (brand pair origin = Cutie Pie) with side couple KingUea (Bed Friends) from Domundi trailer here. This used to be a JimmyTommy vehicle before the pair split (also prev title Middle Love). Adapted from a Y-novel. Jade works as a graphic designer and has always been stuck in the middle - average. His heart is hardened after a life spent being overlooked because he is not as charming or good looking as the rest of his family or friends. When his office gets a hot new intern, Mai, Jade assumes Mai couldn’t possibly be intersted in him. Mai, of course, has other ideas. Warning this is a Cheewin comedy so tonally it could be very OFF, but the cast is solid, and I have liked his stuff on occasion.

11/10 Last Twilight (Thai Fri YouTube) - JimmySea are bakc and maybe it's good this time? I dont' know, GMMTV isn't doing great right now. Burdened with heavy debt, Mork, a mechanic, is forced to take a high paying job as a caretaker for Day, a rich heir who suffers from partial blindness after an accident. Day recruits Mork as he realizes the latter does not see him as a disabled person, but rather as co-equals. As they spend time together, the two begin developing feelings for the other. However with Day just having 180 days until he becomes permanently blind, how will the two weather the trials ahead?Upcoming November BL

11/11 Beyond The Star (Weds iQIYI) qp 1 of 8 - Looks like House of Stars meets Boyband. I am not excited.

Upcoming in November

11/16 PLAYBOYY (Thurs ????) ?? eps - trailer here, high heat and it's helmed by Cheewin (shudder) with screenplay by Den (Only Friends) under Copy A Bangkok. It's gonna be a shizz show people. It's predicting Thai style "dark" (War of Y) one of my least favorites. Apparently there is a "plot" but when has Cheewin ever bothered with plot? A university kid who was involved with escorts, sex-trade, porn, online hook-ups, drugs, prostitution, blackmail, revenge, and so forth goes missing. His twin (sigh) and two friends look for him.

11/17 Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 1 of 14 - high heat teaser here, based on alittlebixth's omegaverse novel #พิษเบ๊บ’ set in the world of car racing (author says show will not be omegaverse). Charlie (fresh face), a young hot nerd, approaches his driver idol (Pavel "my love" 2 Moons 2) to borrow a racing car and win one for the team. Production house is new to BL but behind the Club Friday stuff. Show stars many known actors: Nut (Oxygen), Pop (Ram in La Cuisine), Pon (Phai in Gen Y, we LOVE him), Benz (twins in En of Love: This Is Love Story).

11/19 Bake Me Please (Sun Gaga) ep 1 of 6 - trailer here, stars Ohm (of OhmFluke) opposite Guide (bestie from IFYLITA) and possibly also Poom (well known, but not for BL). This looks like an actually gay version of Antique Bakery (play it again, BL). Still, I'm intrigued, it looks HELLA pretty.

11/22 7 Days Before Valentine (Weds ????) ep 1 of 10 - trailer here, horror-esk. Adapted from y-novel of the same name, directed by Tu (180 Degree) stars Jet (Why You… Y Me?). When you want your old love again, but fate sends you a reaper instead. All he can do for you is kill people. I'll likely give this a pass and wait to binge later. I'm planning to try SHADOW and I can only handle one Thai horror at a time.

11/25 The Sign (Sat ????) ep 1 of 10 - trailer here, horror-esk, but with a suspense and adult characters. Special investigators who loved each other in previous lives reunite with their new bodies, stars Billy Patchanon (BillySeng) & Babe Tanatat (new). Includes other SCOY favorites as a special investigation team. I may give this a try because I like the non-horror bits.

11/26 The Whisperer (Sun ????) 1 of 10 - trailer here. Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). He has dimples (My Ride) but I don't think even that gives me the will. Maybe a binge for me.

11/26 Cooking Crush (Sun YT) 1 of 12 - OffGun are back, trailer here. Adapted from the novel “Love Course! เสื้อกาวน์รุกเสื้อกุ๊กรับ” by iJune4S this is about Prem who runs a not-so-popular restaurant with 2 friends. About to go on a cooking competition with a huge reward, Prem gets involved with Ten, a stressed-out med student who wants Prem to teach him to cook.

11/30 For Him (Thurs ????) ep 1 of 10 - high heat trailer, I suspect iQIYI will scoop this one up. From the people who brought us Unforgotten Night (please no) based on a y-novel, man nursing a heartbreak has a one-night stand, but the other boy didn't want it to end. It looks terribly trashy so I'm in! Maybe I'll do a trash watch?

VIP Only (Taiwan) - may be delayed/canceled

Wuju Bakery AKA Space Bakery (Korea) - this one may be DOA

A Breeze of Love (Korea) - I know less than nothing about this.

Nov 2023 line up with screen caps here. Not kept updated.

Original 2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Yang's little smile! Argh. (Love in Translation)

This is our mean and grumpy gagster character talking about playing in game support roles. It's fucking adorable. Such a nasty criminal. (My Dear Gangster Oppa)

(Last week)

[damn-stark]

Chapter 1 Angelfish

Chapter 1 of Sugar

A/N- I hope you guys like it!

Warning- Swearing, angst? FLUFF, long chapter

Pairing- Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode- Before episode 2x01

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What a pretty fish. Its scales are all black, even its little flappy things on its body are black. Its little fins are almost translucent, you’ve never seen one like it before, it’s beautiful, but…lonely.

What a lonely fish.

Not to worry though, you’ll give it company with a fish of your own making, made from your very own technique.

It’s easy to make from the water that already fills the tank, and it’s easy to control as if it were alive too.

The worry that the real fish won’t like it or pay attention does hit you, but luckily the black fish actually instantly grows curious, it spins around the fake fish before it swims away encouraging it to follow. So you make the fake fish move between the plants in the aquarium. It’s like they’re playing a game, and so as to keep up with it you very slowly shift to the left of the aquarium and tilt your head down to follow them with your eyes.

However, that’s when something else appears at the other side of the aquarium, a pair of dark brown eyes, almost dark like the beautiful black fish.

How curious.

There’s a nose too, thin lips, nice high and soft cheekbones, thin eyebrows on a pretty pale face. Albeit the eyes are the most intriguing, they’re easy to get lost into—But what if it’s a figment of your imagination?! Too much waiting for Satoru has driven you insane!

Thus you blink thinking the pair of eyes will vanish, but they’re still there, they’re still looking at you. Hm.

You slowly begin to tilt your head up and never once look away from the pair of dark eyes, nor do they look away. The pair of eyes mirrors your actions and slowly moves with you, managing to heighten your curiosity.

Thus you slowly move to the other side of the aquarium, making sure to stay hidden. And just like before, the other person moves with you. When you reach the right end of the aquarium you slowly walk past the tank as you straighten up and begin to see a tall man in the school uniform. He's very cute, very tall too! He has nice and soft looking black hair held back in a bun, and a strand of hair hanging over his face, adding to his attractiveness; it suits him.

Maybe you should say something…

Fuck, you can’t. Neither of you can, it’s like you’re starstruck.

“It was lonely,” you utter slowly. “I just gave it a friend.” You glance back at the tank and the fish is gone now, of course, you lost concentration so the fish ceases to exist.

“It ate the smaller fish,” he says back and slowly tucks his hands in his pockets.

“Oh,” you mouth as you nod slowly.

He doesn’t look so old. Or not much older than you. Hopefully, he’s at least a couple years older.

“I've never seen you here before,” he points out. “Do you need help?”

If he can help you find your brother then that would be perfect, he seems to have forgotten you were coming today!

“I’m just waiting for someone,” you respond nervously. “Satoru Gojo.”

The guy blinks and sighs. “Yeah, it’s like him to keep women waiting.”

A small chuckle escapes past your lips. “Yeah, I tell him he’ll never find anyone that way. He never listens to me.”

The guy lets out a soft breathless laugh that makes you smile down at the floor all bashfully. It’s kind of embarrassing.

“Have you seen him?” You ask him and slowly meet his gaze again. “He was supposed to be here, like thirty minutes ago.”

The guy scoffs and shakes his head. “Unbelievable.”

“Yeah,” you grumble. “Tell me about it.”

The guy points his head ahead. “I can take you to him if you want.”

You feel your eyes widen before you nod eagerly. “Yeah. Yeah. That would be nice, thank you….uh? What’s your name?”

The guy smiles a very nice and sweet smile. “Suguru Geto…” he swallows thickly and then redirects your question. “You?”

Geto? What? This guy is Satoru’s friend! This is his friend?!

“Oh my god,” you gasp and begin to grin. “You’re Satoru’s friend! He talks about you often, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” You smile wider. “I'm y/n. Y/N Gojo. Satoru is my older brother.”

Geto blinks in disbelief before he shows off a half grin. “Is that so?” He asks and pulls his hands out of his pockets. “You’re much different than what he’s described you to be.”

You scoff and raise a questioning brow. “That so?”

The guy laughs softly. “Don’t worry though, it’s all good things.”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll choose to believe you for the sake of my embarrassment.” You rebuttal teasingly. “Anyway,” you continue and swing to the side. “Will you take me to my brother? I have a few things I need to chew him out about.”

Geto nods and breaks from his spot to begin leading you down the hill. “I’ll join you too then,” he says.

You shake your head. “You’re being too nice. He’s your friend, and my brother. I can do it myself.”

Geto shrugs. “Sure I am, but it doesn’t mean I don't scold him as well.”

You giggle and nod slowly in comprehension. “Well I’ll thank you in advance then. You’ll be the only person to stand up with me against him.” The smile on your face falters. “He’s my parents golden child. The miracle and glory of the Gojo family.”

Geto hums softly. “I can imagine. So that means you didn’t inherit the Limited technique?” He asks as he guides you and steals a quick glance at you.

You shake your head. “Nah, I have an Elemental technique. I can use water, air, and the earth around me. I can conjure up fire and use it as well.” You look over at him and catch his gaze, you notice the curiosity written all over it. He doesn’t look bored, or like he wants to get rid of you fast, he looks intrigued by what you’re saying.

“Really?” He probes. “That must be very powerful. I mean, you’re not dependent on anything that can hold you back.”

“Well, conjuring up fire takes up a lot of energy,” you let him know. “It’s not around us all the time like water, air and dirt. And well…using the elements is heavy. Like a weight. They’re strong, you know.”

Geto nods. “I understand. So that fish then,” he smiles. “Hard?”

You hum and grin happily. “Hardly. Making beautiful things like that is my favorite thing. My favorite though is a fire dragon. Watch.” You stop walking and Geto follows suit and shifts around to face you. “Stick your hand out,” you command.

Geto looks hesitant but he slowly does as you say, letting you take a step closer to him to raise your hand and let your palm hover over his. “It won’t hurt,” you let him know and meet his gaze. “As long as you don’t touch it.”

Geto nods as he holds your gaze. You should’ve looked away right away but you let your gaze linger in his for a moment longer, unable to look away. As if captivated by his eyes.

“Okay,” you whisper, and exhale deeply as you lower his gaze to your hand whilst you touch into your ability that makes your palm begin to glow a bright furious red-orange color. The more energy you use, the deeper you touch into the abilities, and the more the hue spreads out, until it reaches the top of your fingers.

Geto finally looks away from your face and looks down at your glowing palm. As sparks come out of your palm his eyes widen, and his smile softens. Yet that smile then falls as awe overwhelms every single one of his emotions while the flames come out of your palm and slowly create a long dragon with a head, legs, horns and all.

The dragon proceeds to twirl in between the both of your palms before you make it circle around his hand and then spin it around the length of his arm until it’s flying above your heads. Geto doesn’t lose sight of it, and the awe once again lets a grin grow on his features.

“I can create element made creatures,” you interject softly. “By transferring my cursed energy into the elements.”

“Can you use the elements alone?” He asks and blinks to meet your gaze. “Or is creating creatures like more of a solid shot?”

You sigh. “Well it can go both ways, but as of now creating creatures is easier. I have yet to learn how to use the elements alone. They’re…a bit unexpected,” you share.

Geto smiles as he keeps his hand under yours, and you keep yours hovering under his even if the fire made dragon is elsewhere.

“Well,” he says. “I think it’s very impressive. Maybe six eyes and limited is pretty overrated.”

You laugh at his comment, and feel your heart skip a beat and your face slowly get warm. “Don’t let him hear you say that.”

“Let who hear what?” A new voice cuts in, surprising the both of you and making you lose concentration of what you had summoned. When you look to the right there he is, Satoru. Your fucking brother.

All the happiness you felt vanishes, and anger and annoyance takes it’s place as you see his smug face like he hadn’t just left your stranded.

“Y/N!” He greets excitedly and throws his arms out, expecting an embrace.

You clench your jaw and walk to him, you meet him halfway, but rather than embracing him you take the black fur hat off your head, revealing the white hair you inherited from your ever so loving family, and begin to hit him with the hat. “How could you do that to me,” you complain and hit him harder, hoping he’ll get annoyed or mad, but he begins to grin. He finds it amusing. “I was waiting for you Satoru!”

Said man raises his hands in the air and snickers. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I lost track of time.”

You push him back and throw the hat at his face, but he catches it and laughs.

“It’s not funny,” you whine. “You promised you’d show me around and accompany me today, Satoru.”

He sighs and drops his hand to his sides. “I’m here now,” he tilts his head down and you see his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “I see you’ve met Suguru Geto. I guess there’s no need for introductions then.”

You glance back at his friend and smile. You bat your eyelashes and step back beside Geto. “Yes, we met. He, unlike you was nice.” You smile at your brother sweetly, knowing him and his attempt to be protective of you.

“Uh-huh,” Satoru breathes out as he begins to push his shades up and nods stiffly. “Well!” He claps and squeezes his way between Geto and you. “Thank you so much Suguru!” He presses the fur hat on your head and then throws his arm around your shoulders. “I got this from here.” He begins to pull me away to continue on ahead.

Albeit you slip from his hold and turn on your heels to face Geto. “Why don’t you come with us, huh? Satoru is going to take me to my dorm to help me. And we might even get some training in! He wants to see how much I’ve grown with my technique, you can see more of what I can do too! Come.”

Geto’s eyes drift to your brother beside you, and stay there for a moment before he looks at you and offers you a tiny smile. “I’ll give you guys space. Maybe I’ll catch you guys training later.”

You sigh and actually feel kind of disappointed. You want to see more of him. He has such a cool way of speaking. “Hm, okay then,” you play it off cool. “Thank you for being kind.” You offer him a genuine smile. “For listening.”

Geto blinks and nods softly. “Yeah. It was nice to meet you, Y/N. I’ll see you later.” He turns, but before he begins to walk away he peers back and looks at Satoru. “Don’t leave her stranded again. Be good to her.”

A giddy smile spreads on your lips, and you can’t help but watch him walk away with awe.

“Tsk. Who does he think he is?” Satoru grumbles.

You snap my head back and glare at Satoru again. “You.” You point at him and stomp over to push him back again. “Why didn’t you at least text me?”

Satoru sighs and turns to continue walking towards the dorms. “I’m sorry! Really.”

You let out an annoyed sigh and quickly make sure to catch up to him. “It’s bad that our parents just left me at the door, basically throwing me out.” You complain in a voice that loses all the anger, a soft tone that finally expresses the sadness hidden behind the anger. “And then you…” you look down and fiddle with your fingers. “You don’t show up. I had to do everything on my own.”

“I’m sorry,” Satoru says again, softer this time. “Did you at least get to meet the other first years?” He asks.

You shake your head. “No. They were out, I think.” You shrug. “I met my teachers. Which by the way.” You look at him. “Why do they have such huge classes? There’s only three of us First Years.”

Satoru shrugs. “It looks nice? I mean that or get stuck in some stuffy office where you can see the teachers pores and smell their coffee breath.”

You giggle. “The principal had coffee and cigarette breath. It was disgusting.”

“Tell me about it.” He says and then ends the conversation in silence.

You’re still upset about what he did so you don’t try to speak to him, he notices and gets ahead of you to turn and face you instead as he continues to walk back. “I didn’t want to say anything,” he interjects, making you lift your gaze to look at him. “But!” He exclaims with a grin on his face. “I got you something. A welcome present.”

The corner of your lips begin to twitch to a smile as your eyes slightly widen. “What is it?” You ask him.

Satoru points back to the path. “It’s waiting in your dorm.”

You can’t help your smile from growing on your features, it seems he always knows how to turn you around. So without waiting a moment longer now that your excitement is pumping in your blood, you clap and encourage him. “Okay! I’ll beat ya there! It better be a good ass present!”

Without hesitation Satoru runs with you to your room, he of course ends up beating you there…but only by a few seconds.

“Okay,” he says as he blocks your door. “Close your eyes.”

You squeal and do as he says, letting him grab your arm so he can guide you inside once he opens the door to your room.

“I really hope I got this right,” he continues on, only getting you more excited. “Keep them closed,” he whispers as he slowly pulls you further inside the room. “Okay…and now open them.”

You don’t wait one second, you pull your eyes open, and there on your bed is a long black box with one single and beautiful word, ‘Chanel’. It’s hard to stay mad at him now, it’s impossible.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” You mutter excitedly and run over to grab the box and open it.

Now you might just die. Oh my goodness! Black leather layered knee high boots from Chanel! The ones you wanted but didn’t get because they sold out. He paid attention. He’s a good brother!

You caress the boots with a bright grin before you then quickly turn and throw your arms around Satoru. “Thank you! Thank you!”

Satoru returns the embrace with gentle force. “See, I knew you’d like them. I hope they’re your size.”

You hug him a while longer before letting go and returning to the boots to check. And luckily they are the right size. You’re surprised he knew. “H-how did you get them?” You ask him as you take the boots out of their box.

“I scoured all of Japan,” he says and walks over to fall on your bed. “Besides uh, Mei-Mei helped me too. Which was a bit easier.”

You hum in comprehension and sit back on the bed to take off your shoe. “I got my uniform today too. Which, the boots shall look good with.”

Satoru grabs a pillow off the bed and hugs it against his chest. “Oh yeah? I’ll have to take a look at the whole thing later then.”

“Wait,” you interject and slowly turn your head to look at him with your shoe in hand. “You didn’t take these from any of those girls you like to talk to did you?” You narrow my gaze on him.

Satoru snickers and takes his shades off while he closes his eyes. “No. Trust me they don’t have such expensive taste. The only people who I’ve seen who have good taste is just you and me. It’s like they don’t know what good quality is.”

You smile with relief and continue to pull on the boot. “Yeah, then again not everyone comes from old rich families who kill evil curses for a fucking living—Sometimes I wish we could’ve been raised like the rich kids I see at the malls. They just live on without an actual worry, creating curses for us to exorcize.”

“Yeah, I suppose, but then again if we were normal we’d be boring,” he mutters lazily. “And the world wouldn’t be blessed with my amazing talents.”

You roll your eyes in annoyance and struggle to put the fucking boot on. But once you do, you end up falling back on the bed beside your brother.

Satoru slowly tilts his head to the side and opens his eyes to look at you with a judgmental look. You meet his gaze and beam at him as you raise your foot. “Look!” You exclaim and point to the boot. “It fits!”

Satoru closes his eyes again and sighs. “Good. It would’ve been a waste of money otherwise.”

You drop your leg and smile at the ceiling. “Thank you,” you say again. “You are forgiven too by the way.”

Satoru hums, but doesn’t respond. He keeps his eyes closed, letting you think that he’s had a long day, or he’s giving into the sleep he never actually fully gets.

“Your friend was nice by the way,” you let him know. “Very cute too.”

“Don’t talk about him like that,” he grumbles. “Actually, don't even look at him that way. He’s off limits to you.”

You bat your eyelashes. “Why? Does he have a girlfriend? Is he a player? That’d suck, I mean dealing with you is enough.”

Satoru’s face twists with annoyance. “No. I mean sure, girls like him, but he’s not like that. And you can’t like him because he’s my friend. Mine.”

You scoff. “What, do you like him or something?”

“No! He’s my friend, what if I started to like one of your friends?” He counters sassily.

You glare at him. “You did. And you went out with her! It’s because of you that we’re not friends anymore actually! She said I reminded her too much of you so we couldn’t be friends anymore.” You pout, and Satoru snickers—“Anyway. It’s not like I’m going out with the guy, he’s just cute.” You shrug sweetly. “And that bang really just adds—”

“Shut up,” Satoru cuts you off and slams the pillow on your face.

You groan and take the pillow to quickly sit up and hit him with it, but he’s already on feet. You hear his footsteps towards the door, so you quickly jump off the bed and charge at him. Satoru snickers and quickly opens the door to run out, he tries to slam it closed so you won’t catch him, but you kick it back and run after him.

Thankfully you catch up to him in the middle of the hall, and proceed to jump on his back.

“Get off psycho!” He laughs and tries to grab your face, but you use the pillow and press it against his face. “My hair! My hair!” He muffles and throws himself back on the floor, causing you to land on your back.

It hurts, and you lose the hold on the pillow, letting him easily get a hold of it. “No, no,” you chuckle breathlessly. “Don’t!” You flip around to your other side and sit up on your knees. “I’ll tell mom!”

“Snitch!” He exclaims and pushes himself up to his knees as well. “Moms not here. She doesn’t care anymore. Choose.”

You drag yourself back and shake your head. “No, it’s not fair anymore. You’re stronger than me.”

Satoru gets closer and lifts the pillow, but before he can hit you he lowers the pillow and looks back. You follow his line of gaze and see a pretty girl with short brown hair walking in.

“What are you guys doing?” She asks and sticks a cigarette stick inbetween her lips.

You quickly get up on your feet and shake your head. “Nothing.”

She must be Ieiri Shoko, the only other female student at Jujutsu High.

“You must be Leiri Shoko,” you say excitedly and ignore Satoru as he gets up. “I’m y/n Gojo.” You bow your head softly. “It’s nice meeting you.”

She gets closer but stops as she reaches Satoru’s side. “Likewise. It’s nice finally getting another female classmate. Hanging around boys all the dang time gets annoying.” She sticks her hand out and offers you a sweet smile.

You look at her and then at her hand and quickly shake it. “I hope we can be great friends. After all, we girls have to stick together.” You grin.

Shoko nods. “I absolutely agree.”

“Blah,” Satoru sticks his tongue out in disgust.

You pull your hand away from Shoko’s and look at him with annoyance.

“I’m surprised to see you here, Satoru,” Shoko tells your brother. “I thought you would’ve forgotten.”

“I couldn’t, It’s my little sister,” he mutters back.

You cross your arms over your chest and shoot him a pointed look. Albeit Satoru just smiles at you all innocent like.

“Anyway,” Shoko says and slides her eyes back to you. “Y/N, classes are over for today. Do you want to come to the arcade and then get something to eat? Nanami and Haibara are already there.”

You smile wider and nod without hesitation. “Yeah, that’d be cool. Let me just uh, change to different shoes.”

“Hey!” Satoru calls out as you turn around. “We were going to do something.”

You shrug nonchalantly as you head back to your room. “We can do it tomorrow.”

Satoru scoffs. “Fine. Let me grab Suguru and we’ll meet you girls by the entrance.”

“All right!” Shoko agrees. “Bring your money.”

Much of your life was spent away with your parents at the secluded mansion that was surrounded by green woods, by four tall walls. It could’ve been a lonely life, after all your parents hardly paid attention to you, it seems the servants that worked at the house were better parents. But that’s beside the point, if it wasn’t for Satoru life would’ve been incredibly boring and lonely.

Yet, having a brother did come with consequences. Much of your life was never spent in front of the eyes of your parents, you were always at the side, the afterthought. Much of your life you spent living in Satoru’s shadow. Satoru of course never tried to make it that way for you, but nothing could take away from what he was, special, a miracle.

It was only ever at the private school you want to that it was never the case. A lot of the time people liked to say ‘hey aren’t you Satoru’s little sister?’, but that never much bothered you because to non-sorcerer's all that you were was the rich kids, the weird kids with the white hair. He was never greater than you there. But now? Here at Jujutsu High?

It seems he’s not the only special one here. Sure he exceeds in the category considering his abilities, but here with Shoko and Geto, with your other fellow first years Nanami and Haibara, they won’t go out of their way to make you feel less than anyone. Here you’re the little sister sure, but as of now it doesn’t seem like you’re the afterthought. Here you feel fine with what you got dealt with.

Even if Satoru is still a pain in the ass.

“Hey, so I’ve been meaning to ask,” Haibara, a first year guy, interjects carefully. “Why did you come to Jujutsu High late?”

You look away from the screen and look at the kind looking boy. “Oh, I was abroad with my mom. I wanted to get here at the start of the year, but she didn’t plan it out right so it wouldn’t be possible.” You shrug and glance back at Geto playing against your brother. “You’ll have to catch me up on what I missed.” You flash Haibara a grin.

You then lean closer to the screen as you notice Geto is winning, but seeming to falter with the buttons. Which could lead to him to lose and for Haibara, Geto and you to pay for dinner.

You want to help badly, but you just begin to gnaw on your nails to keep quiet and watch him get excited.

Albeit it’s hard staying quiet, plus the level he’s on right now is one you do know, so before you could burst you yell out. “Down! Hit the down button!”

Geto does what you yell out and makes it past the obstacle that leads him to winning. He won.

“Yay!” You clap and then grab Haibara’s arm and shake him out of excitement; he laughs and interjects.

“Good job, Geto.”

Said man gets out of his chair and faces the both of you with a warm smile. A very nice warm smile. “Thanks y/n, you really saved me,” he says, causing you to smile softly. He then proceeds to lift his hand and leave it open for a high-five. It’s unexpected but you don’t leave him hanging or waiting, you let go of Haibara and high five Geto.

It shouldn't, but that does make butterflies flutter around in your stomach.

“We’re tied now,” Haibara points out. “Y/N, win this for us.”

You grin nervously and quickly rush over and slide inside the seat. Now you’re against Nanami, another fellow first year. Haibara says he’s a good player, but if you try you could beat him. So here goes nothing, all for Satoru’s money!

The game starts and right away you go ahead and begin pressing the buttons fiercely. Ahead of you you hear Nanami’s own buttons, but it doesn’t sound like he’s putting that much force against them like you. Which kind of frustrates you just over the thought that he thinks he’s gonna win this. But! Jokes on him because you’re going to win! You!

“Come on you got this, y/n,” Haibara cheers.

You slightly stick your tongue out and lean in a bit to get closer to the screen as you concentrate further on the game. And as the game progresses and gets close to the end it seems Nanami and you are neck to neck, causing you to grow more nervous and frustrated. You even stand out of your seat and basically slam on the buttons.

“Okay the last commands are a combination, up, right, down.” You hear Geto mutter in your ear, making you almost falter, but you don’t let his smooth voice distract you. Instead you listen and get ready. And when the last combination comes you do what he says and that ends the game, causing a screen to appear with ‘winner’ over it.

“We won!” You exclaim and spin around to high five Geto with both hands multiple times, as if instinct. “We won!” You jump and turn to high-five Haibara.

“Good job,” he says with a grin.

You get cocky and shrug. “What can I say? It was a team effort.”

Footsteps approach, so you twist around and see Satoru there with the other two beside him, frowning with disappointment.

“Oh,” you tease you’re brother. “What is that I hear? Tears of a loser?”

Satoru shakes his head. “I'm not crying.”

You press your hands on your hips and smirk at him. “We’ll see when we order our food.” You turn to face your team with a beaming grin. “Where should we go eat guys?”

Geto smiles too and begins to walk beside you as you walk past Satoru. “How about that nice Soba place down the street? I hear it’s a bit pricey but worth it.”

You grin wider. “Oh, I love Soba. Shoko, Nanami, what do you say? Since we won and I just got here, I say Satoru pays for all of us.”

“In that case soba doesn’t sound so bad,” Shoko plays along with Geto and you.

“That nice one down the street is good,” Nanami joins in with a nonchalant voice.

Satoru groans, but he doesn’t argue. You all end up at the restaurant soon thereafter, and after all the excitement, well, the Soba wasn’t so good, everyone agreed to that quietly, but hey! Satoru did pay so it was worth it! And it also turned out to be a nice hang out spot, there’s no pressure to get out, there’s couches and they even have, like, a cafe at the other side. And since no one wanted to go back to school yet you all stayed to hangout.

“So,” you bring up as you put your legs over your brothers. “I’ve had this kind of recurring thought. What do you guys think non-sorcerers think when they overhear us talking about techniques?”

“I got asked once if we were role playing,” Haibara interjects.

You smile in amusement.

“I got asked if I was talking about Pokémon,” Nanami adds. “Which doesn’t make sense whatsoever.”

“They probably just think we were crazy kids,” Shoko says as she lights her cigarette. “Which I don’t blame them, you guys are.”

Satoru scoffs and shares a speechless look with Geto, which makes the both of them snicker.

“Oh, I got one,” Haibara adds as he leans forward to get seen better by everyone. “If you weren't sorcerers what would you be doing? Like what’s your dream occupation?”

“That’s a nice question,” you tell him.

“I know mine,” Haibara continues. “I think I’d like to be a teacher.”

Geto offers him a gentle smile, and Shoko proceeds to answer as she throws her foot on the coffee table in front of you all. “I think I’d still like to be some kind of doctor. Perhaps not urgent care, but something calmer.”

“I can imagine you already.” Satoru cuts in with a half grin. “One minute in the emergency room, ten cigarettes in her mouth.”

You roll your eyes, and Geto and Satoru snicker amongst each other like a pair of girls, making Shoko then slam her foot on the rest of Satoru’s muffin.

“Oops,” she says and then goes back to relaxing.

She’s so cool!

“What about you Nanami?” Haibara asks.

You tilt your head back and see him shrug before he answers. “Maybe like some business man or something.”

“You should be a cop,” you suggest. “You got the demeanor for it.”

“Y/N’s right,” Haibara says sweetly. “I can totally see that.”

Nanami shrugs. “Eh.”

You grin in amusement to his nonchalant demeanor before you lower your head back down. Alas that’s when you see a piece of muffin getting dangled in your face.

“Foot muffin, want some?” Satoru says in a sing-song voice.

You throw his arm back and protest in disgust. “Ew get that away from me!”

Satoru grabs the piece with his other hand and keeps dangling it in front you, even as Shoko interjects again.

“I can totally see Geto being some kind of monk.”

“What no,” Satoru quickly responds. “What about all those girls after him?”

You finally push his hand away and sit up with a disgusted look on your face.

“Oh I’m sure you’d be more than happy to take them off my hands,” Geto counters.

Satoru winks.

“I think, I’d be a model,” you let everyone know before taking a sip of hot coco. “Something like that anyway. I think my white hair could get me far.”

“Oh, I see it, you totally got the face for a model.” Shoko agrees sweetly, making you beam at her—“and I think Satoru would be a bumpkin with daddy’s money, going from club to club.”

“I wouldn’t complain if I turned out to be a playboy millionaire,” he redirects smugly. “It’d mean people would be envious of me.”

You roll your eyes, and unknowingly Geto and you both groan at the same time. Neither of you say anything on the matter though, you just meet each other's gaze and share a small smile before you look away and grab your mug.

However, that’s when you come to find that its empty. When just before it had half of it still there.

“Satoru,” you whine. “What’s your problem?”

Your brother shrugs nonchalantly, making you groan in discontent before you get up. “I’m going to get more,” you let them all know as you jump over Shoko’s legs and make your way to the counter.

“I’m going to get more too,” you overhear Geto interject, making you smile all giddy like.

“Make it to go you two, we should go home,” Nanami says.

You throw a thumbs up as you reach the counter, and the nice worker quickly tends to me. As you’re about to pay someone interjects from behind you.

“I’ll get another cup of the same tea,” you recognize Geto order close behind you. “Make it in a to go cup please.”

“Will that be together?” The worker asks.

“Yes. I’ll pay.”

You drift your eyes to the corner and notice how close he is. You can feel his warmth now, it makes the butterflies once again flutter around inside you. Your face also begins to get all warm, and this time you grow stiff.

It’s a familiar feeling, but it’s never been so intense, never has it made you this nervous.

“Thank you,” you direct at him as the worker takes his money.

Geto looks down at you and smiles brighter. “No problem.”

He has very nice eyes. They’re soft and bright, full of life. You feel intimidated talking to him, but you build up the courage for your own sake.

“Here’s your change,” the worker cuts in.

Geto shakes his head. “Keep it.”

The worker bows their head and smiles softly. “Thank you, and your order will be ready at the end of the counter,” they let you both know.

Geto nods. “Thank you.”

We both turn and head down. The courage to talk falters, but you can’t have it be awkward, you’ll be classmates too so the atmosphere can’t be awkward. It’d kill you if it was.

“You never answered Haibara’s question,” you bring up. “What would you like to be if you weren’t here?”

Geto glances at you and then looks away and grabs his chin as he thinks. “Hm. Well…” he pauses and hums for a moment before he pulls his hand off his chin and looks at you again. “I think I’d be content helping people,” he says. “Regardless of what I don’t have.”

You smile softly at his answer. “Hm. I like that answer,” you answer honestly. “It’s very you.”

Geto chuckles. “Is it? How would you know that?”

You smirk. “I've got you figured out. Just by your smile,” you let him know.

“Give it to me then,” he probes.

You reach the counter and you lean back against an empty table. “Well, since you were scouted you had a choice to come to Jujutsu, so you chose to come to help the powerless, help those like the ones you were raised around. And your ego isn’t as big as my brothers.” You grin at him. “Did I get it right?”

Geto scoffs in amusement. “Well, that's the gist of it. Now you,” he points at you with his pinky finger as he grabs his chin and studies you. “You got thrown here with no other choice. You fought against it, you wanted to be something else, but your parents are strict, and you still want to make them proud even if you won’t admit it.”

Tsk.

“And you’re not afraid to be who you are because of all the attention they gave your brother,” Geto finishes.

You scoff and avert your gaze as you feel slightly exposed. “Well yeah. That’s it exactly, but,” you add and roll your head up to meet his gaze. “I don’t much mind being here. I like helping, I mean we got the abilites we did for a reason, so I think it’s best not to let it go to waste.”

Geto grins and nods softly. “Well,” he touches his chest. “I got to say I’m impressed. A girl after my own heart.”

Hm? What?

Damn. Your face is getting all hot. Why did he have to say that?

“Your drinks?” The worker interrupts, pulling your attention to them holding the cups with a sense of urgency on their face.

“Oh, sorry,” Geto apologizes and takes them from their hands.

When did they announce that they were out in the first place? Must’ve been when you were talking.

“Here,” Geto says and hands you your chocolate.

You offer him a shy smile and take the cup, managing to accidentally brush your fingers against his.

It’s such a small moment, it shouldn’t be thought about again, but you think about it. You think about his touch and how soft it was, how smooth his fingers are. You think about his hand and how big it is. Fuck.

“Thank you, again.” You utter and pull the cup back.

Geto smiles softly at you, and neither of you add anything. You intend to head back to your group but then a claw machine full of cute little plushies steals your attention.

“Oh, look! Let’s go get one!” Without waiting for a response you run over to the machine. You hastily set your cup down on the table nearby and take change out of your purse to quickly insert it in the slot.

Geto catches up, you can see his reflection getting bigger through the glass.

“Watch this,” you say smugly over your shoulder.

“Okay.”

You smirk and begin to move the claw to get a little squid, and without warning you use your cursed technique to manipulate the air inside the machine to move the little plushie towards the target.

“Uh, that’s cheating,” Geto points out.

“Is it?” You act innocently.

Nevertheless, even with help the plushie ends up sliding off the side when you drop it and stays inside the glass box. “What?” You whine. “No way! It’s so rigged!” You turn to face the guy beside you and see him try to stifle his laugh—“If you laugh I’ll bonk you on the side of the head.”

Geto clears his throat and begins to smirk. “Watch me,” he says and takes your place in front of the machine. “You have more coins?”

You nod and pull them out from your bag to insert them in for him. Geto then begins to move the claw and just like you did, he uses his own technique and summons small little spider curses to help him pull up a little pink dragon.

“Hey!” You exclaim. “Who’s cheating now?”

Geto blinks to meet your gaze and then shoots you a wink.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest and continue watching him regardless. And unlike you, his curses actually end up helping him win.

“Difference is I actually won,” Geto shows off as he bends down to collect the pink dragon.

You stick your tongue out and just collect your chocolate cup off the table.

“Wait,” he interjects.

“Come on you two!” Satoru calls out and waves you both over. “Let’s go!”

You acknowledge him but turn towards Geto first. That’s when you see him hold the pink dragon out towards you. “Here,” he says softly. “Keep it.”

You glance at the plushee and then at him cautiously. “Really?” You query.

Geto shoots you a soft smile and nods. “Yeah. It’s for you.”

You smile and take the plushee. Yet as you do you don’t pull it from his hand right away, nor does he pull his hand away. You both hold the pink dragon for a moment as you lose yourselves in each other's gazes.

You stay like that for a moment, for a moment that seems to last forever. It’s only until Satoru yells out, “let’s go!” That you take the pink dragon and you both scurry back to the group, and head back home together.

You might’ve come to Jujutsu High late but you’re glad you came.

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*LATER*

What a way to end a day; a nice warm shower, a good cheesy romantic movie, and…there’s no food.

That bland Soba left you with an appetite—You should’ve gone to the cheaper restaurant, it would’ve been perfect there.

Too late now. Now it’s ramen time.

Maybe you should invite Shoko?

However, a knock raps on the door, piquing your interest. Maybe it’s Satoru?!

You lay the towel down on the desk chair and run over to open the door.

However, the moment you do open the door, suddenly something cold and smooth hits your face, catching you off guard and making you jump slightly.

A booming laugh proceeds to fill the hall, an utterly familiar one that lets you know that your brother is behind this wet thing covering your face.

Albeit another laugh soon joins in too, causing you to wipe the substance off your eyes to see. And the moment you can see again, there’s Suguru Geto beside Satoru. They're both laughing at the fact that you have whip cream on your fucking face.

“That’s for earlier!” Satoru proclaims.

Usually you would have reacted, gotten annoyed and countered his attack, but right now all you feel is embarrassment and disappointment. You don’t even say anything in return, or bother to look longer at either guy, you just turn around and slam the door closed.

So Suguru Geto is just like every other guy?

That’s good to know before you could be blindsided by him and that crush that was growing.

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[sliceofdyke]

this is related to a post i reblogged earlier but i think many allistics (especially ones who are on social media a lot) are starting to view autism as “yay flappy hands, cute stim toys, i’m so socially awkward owo” and not as, like, an actual life-changing disability. i don’t know if this is because they’re unaware of our struggles or because they’re choosing not to acknowledge them out of privileged guilt, or maybe it’s a combination of both. but when people’s only exposure to autism is the palatable and socially acceptable version of it, i.e. merely a set of quirky traits, they remain unsupportive of us when we need their help the most. because to them, that’s not the “autism” that they’ve been taught about on tiktok; it’s something unfamiliar, scary, and entirely different. and i hate it. i hate how everyone is all “yay autism” until we actually show symptoms of having a harder time functioning in society than other people do. i hate the way the aspects of autism that *are* talked about are just infantilized. it’s so infuriating how the actual hardships that come with being autistic are almost never talked about, in favor of looking at autistic joy like it is an exhibit at a zoo.

[kywaslost]

Hi! Is it okay if I can get head cannons of Hawks having a student intern who stims a lot when they’re happy or when they feel an overall intense emotion? Like kicking rapidly, flappy hands, jumping up and down, things like that? Thank you, Have a good day/night!

A Little Stim Never Bothered Anyone - Hawks

A/N: Hello!! To be 100% honest a lot of what you mentioned is stuff that I do on a daily so I kinda associated those actions with the emotions I feel when I do them if that’s ok. Enjoy, and I hope you have an amazing rest of your day/night!

If Hawks were to be honest, he didn’t notice your stims at first.

I hc that Hawks used to have his own stims when he was younger and the commission quite literally beat it out of him to keep him from doing them.

So seeing you stim didn’t bother him in the slightest.

In fact, Keigou thought it was really cute when you stimmed.

Like how you’d jump up and down and shake your hands when you got excited.

Or how you pull your hands close to your chest and violently flap them when you saw/felt/heard/smelled/tasted anything you didn’t like.

You reminded him a lot of himself when he was younger.

He memorized what each stem meant as well as which ones should make him worry.

For example, you’d kick your feet and hum when you’d get nervous or really anxious.

Or how you’d rock back and forth on your feet when you were spaced out and lost in thought.

But sometimes Hawks would purposefully do things to make you happy just to see your stims.

He thought they were so adorable.

But honestly, they don’t bother him at all. He knows being a student, especially at a hero school, can be quite stressful so he lets you do your thing just as long as you don’t hurt yourself or others.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

I have this headcanon that both Camila and Philip’s hands would stim when they’re happy and excited, but they both were forced to suppress the stimming out of pressure and excessive bullying.

Camila in particular only got comfortable with stimming again around Manny, and once again stopped after his death.

Then one day she accidentally stims in front of Philip, and before she could apologize, he’s holding her hands with stars and hearts in his eyes, clearly very excited to finally meet someone who stims like he does.

So now they both openly stim around each other and slowly grow out the repressed need to not stim in public.

Aww, cute! 💖 ⭐️ 💖 ⭐️

Flappy hands are happy hands!

Initially, Camila and Beardo Philip were apprehensive about taking their stimming in public, but they soon felt more at ease knowing that they would be doing it together.

[neurodivenport]

feed us lara x oli scenarios.. please…

babies

courting is extremely different on lara’s home planet, and oliver read about it extensively before asking her out in order to be as accurate as possible. he was way too over the top and horrible but she thought it was cute and said yes anyway

he took her to a bee farm for her birthday once and they had the time of their lives. he got some bee stings tho, but he’s just happy to see her happy

lara does these flappy-clappy hands whenever she gets happy and he thinks its so cute and wants to get her to do it all the time

they’re constantly watching nature docs together and hog the living room tv

they mostly spend time in her room because its way more cozy and lived in. you can barely see them through the blankets

she’s definitely sewn little patches onto his mission suit before. nothing dangerous or damaging but like a cute little nod. like a tiny little bee patch where he got stung before

she’s very affectionate and he does not mind it at all. he’s just happy to show off his weird little gf to the world

[arecaceae175]

SCREAMING SCREAMING SCREAMING YELLING SCREAMING SCREAMING SCREAMING RAAAHSHDJHFJFKDJWJKEKDKFJJDJSJWKWOFJF

OK OK OK OK OK OK OK OK WUEUIRIFIEIEJFHDOID

WHALE SHAEK ERAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHALE SHARK ERAS. WHALE SHARK ERAS!!??!??!?? ITS SO GOOD. ITS SO GOOD IS THE THING. THEYRE GENTLE GIANTS!!!!!!! THEY ARE SO GOOD AND KIND AND HUGE AND GOOD AND SO IS HE!!!!!! THEY ARE THE MOST OERFECT CHOICE OF FISH

AND HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL??!!!?!!?!!? LIKE HOLY SHIT THIS PIECE KF ART IS BEAUTIFUL. I like. Belly. Belly. Belly. Belly. Bellyyyyyyyyyy. Belly good. Yeah. His entire belly chest area looks very good and huggable and can I please have a whale shark eras hug please

I LOOOOOOOOOooOoOooOoOOVE THE ARMS!! HE HAS HIS COMPRESSION GLOVES BUT SHARK FORM!!!!! RAAAAAAA!!!! HEHHEHEHEHEH I AM DOING SO MANY HAPPY FLAPPY HANDS ABOUT THAT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND I LOVE YOU FOR THIS. And I also just love the way you have the shark skin but wrapping around his arm with the little dots. I bet that would feel really cool. I people probably rub this little area specifically as a stim if he is ok with that

AND THE FIN!!!! The arm fin is really good. OFJFJHEOGJTHEHRJWHFB THE WHALE SHARK ANATOMY HAS ME GOING FUCKING FERAL LOOK AT IT LOOK AT IT LOOK AT IT

I AM SO HAPPY

Also just. The. The way you drew the whale shark bits is just so so so good and beautiful and amazing and good. I don’t have any profound words for this part but it’s just really good 😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞

The way you did his burns and other scars looks really cool. I wonder how burn scar tissue differs between the Hylian skin and the shark skin 👁️👁️ that would be interesting to look into. I’m autistic about this. Anyway.

RHRHTJGKGKFKRJRJRHRHRHRHRHRHRHEHGREHEHEHJEJEHRHRHRHREGRGHRJEHEHWHWHRHRJRHRGGRRHHDHDKALAOSIDJTHRHRGGRHRHRHRHRHRHRHGRRHRGRHFHDHJEJEHRHRHRHEHWJWOEHRHRGGRRHRJRHGRRHJRJRHRHR

HE’S SO INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL LEE HOLY SHIT. LIKE. HOW DO YOU MAKE HIM SO PRETTY. I LOVE THE SHAPE KF THE EAR AND IM GOING FERAL ABOUT THE DOTS AND HELLO THE FUCKING SILVER HAIR (/pos) THHRHRNRKEJRHEIWHDHFJFKWHWNDNKDLWJFKDPWJFNFKSKFFHASNNXKCOSIWHRBTBTNRKFJFJDNJDJD I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HOM I LOVE HIM I LIVE HIM I LOVE HIN I LOVR HIN I LOVE HIM

AND CORIIIIIIIII WAAAAAAAAAAA HE IS SO CUTE AND SMALL AND SMALL AND CUTE AND TINY AND SMALL AND CUTE ANS LITTOL AND CUTE AND SMALL HSHRHEMWBDKFKSHSBOCJ HE LOOKS SO HAPPY???!!??!!??!!??!??!??!?!? SCREAMING SOBBING YELLING SCREAMING SOBBING YELLING (/POS) LOOK AT HIS FACE AND HIS SMILE AND HIS PONYTAIL AND HIS BUG!!!!!!!!!!! HE GET HE BUG!!!!!!!!!

I love his scales and his tail SO FUCKING MUCH!!! Like. Jfjejwjejfbrnrjtnr they’re just so breadstick. That was supposed to say beautiful but autocorrect is out to get me (/silly). His fins look SO flowy and delicate I love them

HE GIVE HIS FRIEND A WATER BUG 😭😭😭😭😭😭💞💞💞💞💞😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💞😭💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞😭🫡😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞😭😭💞😭💞😭💞 THEYRE BUG BEST FRIENDS !!!!!!!! And Eras looks SO happy to be receiving Cori’s bug I will sob forever and never recover help /pos

Also the fucking background hello???????? You got the get bluer as it gets farther away, you got the light streaming in, you got the freaking adorable bubbles. The vibrant colors of the reef are so fun AND THE LITTLE FISHIES RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Also good job with the different types of coral those are all very good coral yes yes hehehehheheheheh AND KELP TOO I LOVE KELP!!!!

OIUGGGHHHGJGKGKHKHIHIHIGUIOHIHIHOHIGIGIGIFKWJWJQNSKFOVOIGJTOROEJDNCBSBNZZNJZKWOWOQORJFNGNKCKF

THIS IS GENUINELY MY FAVORITE THING TO EVER HAPPEN I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR

It’s mermay!

[tentacle-therapissed]

Depp Defender Logic

Amber’s admittance to hitting Johnny in an audio recording means she’s clearly guilty! Case closed! Oh, but Johnny’s admittance to headbutting Amber in an audio recording doesn’t necessarily mean anything, and neither do the texts he and his personal assistant sent to Amber apologizing for him kicking her. 

One of the worst things Amber did was cut off Johnny’s finger. This is definitely what happened despite the fact that Johnny said in multiple private conversations with close friends, doctors, and Amber herself that he cut his own finger off. His exact phrasing doesn’t matter because he clearly meant that she cut it off. Another piece of evidence that Amber’s lying is her accidentally admitting to using a bruise kit instead of a color correcting kit on the stand. There is absolutely no ambiguity in this phrasing and it’s completely unfeasible that she would have momentarily forgotten the exact name for a bruise covering kit and accidentally said ‘bruise kit’ before remembering that means something else already and immediately correcting herself.

She’s also called him cruel and horrible things like a fat old man and a baby. This is why she deserved to be called a ‘gold digging, low level, dime a dozen, mushy, pointless dangling overused flappy fish market’, a ‘waste of a cum guzzler’, a ‘50 cent stripper’ a ‘worthless hooker’, a ‘filthy whore’, and much more in verified texts sent by Johnny where he also said he would ‘smack the ugly cunt around’ ‘drown [and] burn her’ and ‘fuck her burnt corpse’.

All of Amber’s witnesses that testified to seeing bruises or witnessing Johnny hurting Amber must be getting paid by her. Johnny’s witnesses, on the other hand, are way more credible- the fact that they’re all on Johnny’s payroll doesn’t mean anything. Whitney Henriquez’s testimony doesn’t mean anything, because of course she’d defend her own sister!! Christie Dembrowski’s testimony, however, clearly shows what a good soul Johnny is. 

Also, Amber and her witnesses were clearly lying because there were minor discrepancies in the details between their testimonies. The 80+ times Johnny lied on the stand, backtracked from previous testimonies, and tried to deny having said documented incriminating phrases doesn’t mean anything because he was probably just confused because he’s a poor traumatized little boy.

Dr. Dawn Hughes, the board certified psychologist who’s been treating Amber for years, is lying on the stand about everything because she looks mean and ugly. Instead, we should listen to Shannon Curry, the young and beautiful psychologist who diagnosed Amber with two personality disorders within a day of meeting her and claimed that real PTSD victims are unable to function in day-to-day life.

Camille Vasquez is such an icon for ripping Amber Heard to shreds, mocking her SA story, claiming that Johnny was the reason she got her role on Aquaman, trying to argue that Amber posted a video at Coachella with friends to send a message to Johnny, and using medical records that describe Heard as a ‘well nourished male’. Ben Rottenborn and Elaine Bredehoft, on the other hand, are terrible and unprepared lawyers who made mean spirited reaches in their cross-examinations.

Amber smiling a few times in court proves that she’s guilty and that she’s revelling in all of this. It’s honestly disgusting. Also, she’s way too emotional in her testimony. Also, she’s not emotional enough, which makes her look ingenuine. Anyway, isn’t it so funny and cute how Johnny kept smiling and smirking and making little quips during his testimony?

Clearly Amber’s guilty here since she was arrested for domestic violence in the past, even though her charges were dropped immediately after and the ex in question has come out saying it was a misunderstanding based in homophobia and misogyny. Meanwhile, all of Johnny’s exes have supported him, proving his innocence- except for Ellen Barkin, who is old, jealous, bitter, irrelevant, and clinging to the past. Oh, did you say something about Johnny Depp’s public image as the ‘bad boy of Hollywood’ who repeatedly abused drugs, trashed hotel rooms, and got in trouble with the police for being aggressive all the way back in the 90’s? I conveniently don’t recall any of that. All I know is that he visits kids in hospitals sometimes.

Also, he’s the good guy in the assault case he’ll go to court for next month, because he was just defending a homeless black woman from being called racial slurs. This behavior is very in character for Johnny, who has defended racism, dressed up in racist costumes multiple times, used plenty of racial slurs (or at the very least, offensive and derogatory terms) himself and once joked that he ‘shot a few ne****s in a club on Sunset Boulevard’.

Amber is a terrible actress and she’s putting on the performance of a lifetime to convince everyone of her innocence. Johnny Depp is an amazingly talented actor and you can just tell that he’s innocent and genuine by the way he’s behaving.

Amber is dragging this out when Johnny just wants to move on with his life. It’s her fault that he sued her repeatedly for an article that never directly mentioned him, thrusting them both into the public eye with overwhelmingly negative attention surrounding her and overwhelmingly positive attention surrounding him.

Seven un-sequestered jurors found Amber guilty of defaming Johnny Depp in her statement ‘I spoke up about sexual violence and faced our culture’s wrath’. This is a more accurate conclusion than the three other judges who found her allegations of Depp’s abuse to be substantially true.

[house-of-slayterr]

Autism!

So I haven’t talked very much about being autistic on here. I’m technically not officially diagnosed, but 3 of my therapists have suspected it, it’s just takes time and money to get the official paperwork and such.

But from my last two posts, you guys can probably tell I happy stim a lot. I used to hide it more cause I thought it was embarrassing. But my boss lets me stim at work which is helpful. I sometimes hide it at home or with new people cause I don’t want to weird them out. But I’m gonna try to verbally describe some of my most common stims.

So first, and most commonly seen in autistic people is the “flappy Hands” I do that with either open palms to closed fits. Next one I call the “rocking chair” I either rock front to back, or side to side. Sometimes I combine flappy hands and rocking chair.

The next two I call my bunny stims. The first is I bounce up and down on my tippy toes. The second is I scrunch my nose up like bunnies do. I do that one when I find something too cute to express in words.

Right now because I have a shaved head, I like to pet my head because it feels like a hedgehog and it’s very calming and soft. But when my hair grows out I like to play with my curls since they’re really soft and bouncy.

The next one I do is shaking my head back and forth. I call it my “dizzy” stim cause it makes the room all blurry like when you go super fast on a roller coaster. This is usually also combined with my nose scrunching stim.

Because of my septum piercing, I do my “duck lips” stim, where I purse my lips and play with the jewellery by wiggling it front to back. This is the most addicting one, I’m pretty sure if someone watched they could catch me doing it in my sleep.

The next one I call “the fly” cause sometimes flies rub their little hands together like Disney villains do, but I do that with my feet. Kinda like how crickets rub their body parts together to make noise. I also do little finger taps.

This one’s really weird and it freaks people out when they see it. And it’s really hard to describe, but I can kinda do the worm with my second toe. My toes are hypermobile so I basically push down on my toe until it dislocates then pops back into place. And it looks like it’s making a wave motion. It’s not the best stim cause it’s probably not good for me, but it feels funny and I do it subconsciously.

Another stim I for sure have to stop, but I’ve been doing it since I was little, so it really hard to. When I get super excited, I bit things. Normally I try to bite the collar or hem of my shit. But if I go for my sleeve, often times I miss and just end up biting myself. And I bite my thumbs and for fingers a lot. Never hard enough to hurt too bad, but I have drawn blood in the past.

But I think that’s all of them. That I’m aware of at least. There’s probably a bunch of shit I do that I’m not conscious of.

An: I got deja vu writing this, and that’s a feeling I hate more than anything in the world. It’s awful and it makes me feel icky and paranoid

[enderwalk]

Do u have any cute or silley cranboo hcs u can share? sorry u can't sleep, hope u can soon :-] - 🐏🌈

hehehe i was about to go to bed but i saw this right before i closed the app. SO! these are all canon in my heart. source: im cranboo

cranboos stims include but aren’t limited to: flappy hands, bouncing on his heels, trilling (brrbrrbrr!), and humming. it can be combinations of those too, depending on how excited he gets :]

he’s is a menace in the kitchen when it comes to cooking, but he likes to bake and isn’t too bad at it! he learned how to bake cookies from niki. he calls it stress baking - not that he does it when he’s stressed, but it stresses him out when he bakes, but cookies are michaels favorite and he can’t tell the lil guy no

while enderwalking, he brings tubbo and michael little gifts, kind of like how a cat brings you dead birds. they’re silly things like grass blocks or flowers or shiny materials, but most of the time he’s trying to give tubbo more totems to keep him safe.

this is more canon than headcanon but tommy and tubbo could get cranboo to do anything. literally anything. not just because of his lack of spine but they’ve perfected kicked puppydog eyes and ranboo hasn’t figured out how to say no and be serious about it. they’ve both scammed him out of a few stacks of diamonds by now and ranboo complains every time but he still gives in

[whumpshaped]

Oh my gosh hi… back again thinking about autistic adhd captive whumpee…

They like vocal stimming so they parrot little phrases or noises that whumper makes. Whumper needs to make sure whumpee isn’t making fun of them. Whumpee has to explain to whumper, rather flustered, that they actually often mimic as a sign of affection. Whumpee eventually doesn’t have to be restrained and the first thing they do is happy flappy hand stimming once they can :). It startled whumper but once they figure out whumpee isn’t trying to escape or something they’re cool with it. Whumper brings whumpee food but, being an intimate whumper, wants to hand-feed it to them. Whumpee hesitates and whumper suggests that they must not be hungry if they don’t want to eat from whumper’s hands. Whumpee rushes to explain that it’s not that, whumper is just trying to feed them essentially the opposite of their safe food… like the food that whumpee has to hold their breath to swallow, and maybe it’s a certain ingredient or something where whumpee can taste and smell it after it’s already been picked out of said food, and then whumpee goes O.o because they’ve been rambling so they start apologizing to whumper and whumper just. Starts laughing. This is the last thing whumper expected but they are very amused. ~🐸

AWWWWWWWW OK THATS SO CUTE

[shadystarlightgentlemen]

I haven’t watched Moon Knight yet and I’m going to but I’ve been watching edits and videos about Steven Grant and Marc Spector to get a feel for what to expect and stuff and oh my GOD DO THEY JUST MAKE ME GO FULL FLAPPY HAND STIM MODE. THEY’RE BOTH SO CUTE AND SWEET AND HOT AND JUST UGH I NEED STEVEN TO GIVE ME A HUG AND MARC TO HOLD MY HAND AND FOR THEM TO READ TO ME AND I LOVE THEM

[kawaii-discord-emojis]

May you please make a hand flapping stim emoji :o? A happy one and an anxious one if that's okay :) Uhm if I can only request one though just happy hand flap please ^-^! (Thank you, your emojis are super cute!!)

happyflap and anxiousflap!

I based them on how I flap my hands, which is kinda more rotational than actual flapping, so if you’d like me to redo the hands to where they’re more flappy, lmk!

(also tysm for the compliment ;0; )