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[valleyofwater]

He’s taking a break on the office couch 😏🌻 both manga and realism version because why not

[valleyofwater]

Despite how daunting all those ruffles and details seemed, I absolutely loved working on this. I'm so glad I got to do this for you Coral and you two look stunning together 🌻💖

My piece i had made by the extremely talented @valleyofwater is finished and i couldn't be more greatful and happy about it, thank you again for all the hard work you have put into this to make both me and Higuruma look absolutely beautiful 💖💖💖

[tsukimefuku]

kintsugi :: higuruma hiromi

Higuruma, former lawyer, curse user, and reformed jujutsu sorcerer tries to make sense of what his life has become after the war is finally over.

content warning: spoilers for jjk 269. hinted kusahigu. mostly fluff and introspection, some hurt and comfort if you squint.

wc: 1.8k

notes etc.: written to the sound of “here I dreamt I was an architect” by the decemberists. Inspired by this stunning higuruma fanart by @valleyofwater.

The sun hung high, and fully illuminated the classroom with the golden spring warmth. The blue sky surrounding it would be pristine, if not for a few stray clouds that on occasion cast its shadows over Jujutsu High, only adding to the idyllic, leisurely ambiance. 

“I didn’t understand that very well,” Yuji admitted as he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck, earning him the indignant grunts from Megumi and Nobara.

“What do you mean? Higuruma-san explains things much better than Gojo sensei ever did and you learned from him, of all people!” Nobara complained, leaning over her classmate’s chair and smacking the back of Yuji’s head with her fist. She then proceeded to adjust her eye patch and sink into her chair with her arms crossed over her chest.

“His explanation was, indeed, very clear,” Megumi chimed in as Yuji attempted to soothe his pain by brushing his fingers over a growing bulge on his scalp. 

Higuruma, unaccustomed to juggling three teenagers, solely watched the unfolding scene in utter helplessness. With a sigh, he reclined back against the black board while looking at Itadori.

“What exactly did you fail to understand?” 

Yuji cleared his throat for a second, knowing full well his answer would earn him another round of getting kicked around like a poor puppy.

“Everything,” he whispered, lowering his gaze towards the floor before Nobara’s protests in disbelief reverberated like a roar throughout the vicinity.

With a sigh of resignation, Higuruma relaxed his shoulders while checking his wrist watch.

“You do better with practical lessons, Itadori,” the reformed jujutsu sorcerer remarked.

“I do!” Yuji confirmed, starting to pull a contented smile on his face.

“That wasn’t a question.” 

“Oh.”

That smile left as quick as it came.

Megumi covered his face with his palm, and wondered for a second when the elation for being back to normal life gave place to the mundane, every-day annoyance of dealing with Itadori and Kugisaki’s shenanigans.

“Let’s wrap this up for the day, and tomorrow we can have a practical lesson at the Dojo,” Higuruma concluded, crossing his arms.

After some fumbling around, the three students finished packing their things. Nobara and Megumi stepped outside, as she tried to place a bet on who would get to the vending machines first. Megumi’s grumpy demeanor did little to hide the fact that he had, even if begrudgingly, taken her up on her challenge.

Yuji remained on his chair, though, still ruminating on his hardship to learn about the inner workings of the cursed energy world as quickly as his classmates.

Higuruma looked at the boy, and remained silent for a short while before asking him what was the matter.

“It’s just… I don’t know, after everything that happened, I thought I could learn these things faster now, you know?”

Softly brushing his hand around his jaw, Higuruma pondered for a moment.

“Each person has a different learning process. I learned jujutsu by reverse engineering my own cursed technique and figuring out how it worked. Most learn about cursed energy and then go onto training their own CTs all the way up to domain expansion. It’s fine. With only three students, we can tailor classes for each and every one of you.”

His words seemed to soothe Yuji, who looked at Higuruma and spared him a relieved smile.

“I guess you’re right,” Yuji conceded, pondering for a few moments before proceeding, “you remind me of someone.”

“I do?”

“Yes,” Yuji replied, getting up and walking towards the door. For a second, Higuruma’s suited up, responsible demeanor brought him flashbacks of a much lighter colored suit, a blonde, side parted hair and a pair of green shades. “He was a very serious person, and kind, just like yourself.”

Higuruma’s mouth fell slightly open, but no words came out before Yuji waved at him, bidding his teacher goodbye before sprinting towards Nobara and Megumi.

I am so out of my element. Why did I agree to come here, of all places? Higuruma asked himself while sinking down on his desk’s chair. 

“Rough class?” 

The familiar, low baritone voice came accompanied by a few footsteps inside the classroom. Hiromi lifted his gaze to see the signature brownish-beige trench coat, along with the man who wore it.

“Good afternoon, Kusakabe,” Hiromi offered, nudging himself over his seat while motioning to get up. Kusakabe signaled for him to keep seated with one of his hands, before leaning himself on the desk’s side with his hands in his pockets and a lollipop shoved into his mouth.

“Rough life,” Higuruma replied, half in jest. Truth was, those past few months — nearly half a year after the fight at Shinjuku against Sukuna — felt like some sort of uncomfortable fever dream to Higuruma.

He was offered the opportunity to atone for his crimes as a teacher at Jujutsu High, and he seized said opportunity. However, the former lawyer caught himself struggling to fall asleep most nights while pondering. He didn’t know, unfortunately, what had made his soul so uneasy.

“At least we are not shacked up like sardines inside a makeshift bunker while fighting for our lives against a genocidal maniac,” Kusakabe promptly replied, earning him a nod from Higuruma.

”I guess you’re right. How has life as the new NSS headmaster been?”

“Almost pushing me back into smoking. Sometimes, I wish these lollipops were made out of pure nicotine.”

At that, Higuruma spared a quick, discreet smile.

“That bad?”

“Don’t even get me started on it,” Kusakabe grunted, glancing over towards the windows. “It’s a beautiful day, huh?”

Higuruma looked down at his hands, which sat together over the desk. After Kusakabe was done admiring the view, he turned his eyes to Higuruma, noticing the man sinking further into himself.

”Higuruma, how have you been? Is everything alright?” 

“I…” Higuruma let his voice drag, uncertain just as his feelings had been about everything that had happened ever since that fateful day in Keita’s trial, “I don’t know how to do this.”

“Do what?” Kusakabe inquired, confused.

“I thought I was supposed to die back at Shinjuku. I believed that I would fulfill my duty, and… I don’t know, achieve some sort of spiritual absolution if I died while playing my role in the battle against Sukuna. But I just lived. It doesn’t make sense, it’s not adding up to me.” 

Kusakabe quickly realized this was the first time Higuruma was effectively putting these feelings into words, and conceded him the moments’ reprieve necessary for the man to collect his thoughts.

“Everything I’ve learned since gaining my CT was how to fight a war.” 

Higuruma sighed, and upon further contemplation, realized that what he said wasn’t the entire truth.  

“Actually, ever since I was a lawyer, all I ever did was fight a war, be it symbolically or literally. No one told me how to live my life after it was over, in peaceful times. I don’t think I quite know how to do that.”

“No one does,” Kusakabe quickly interjected.

“What?” Higuruma asked, his voice slightly surprised.

“No one knows how to live life. We’re just… living it, and doing what’s needed to get by. Clinging to what might give it some meaning from time to time.” 

Higuruma looked down, and let his colleague’s words sink in slowly. For all this time, he’d felt like a movie that overstayed its welcome, dragging along its plot for much longer that it should have. Upon experiencing the warmth of the sun coming through the wide set windows caressing his skin, however, Higuruma thought it didn’t seem so bad, after all.

“Everything I had ever believed in was broken, and I guess I was, too. My life,” Higuruma remarked, “and I’m finding it hard to piece things back together. I don’t know if that’s possible.” 

“I suppose you’ve heard of kintsugi,” Kusakabe said while pulling another lollipop from his pocket and replacing the already finished candy with a new one.

Higuruma was taken aback by the sudden shift in the conversation.

“The practice of fixing broken ceramic pieces with gold? Yes, I’m familiar.”

“Your life is the broken ceramic.”

… What?

Kusakabe had no ease for metaphors, and it showed in Higuruma's completely puzzled expression.

With a grunt, the seasoned sorcerer pulled the lollipop from his mouth and began gesturing around, as if trying to pull the words to have himself make sense out of thin air.

“What I mean to say is… broken things can be fixed, and sometimes the way they’re fixed can make them more valuable than they were before. Or something like that.”

Higuruma’s confusion subsided for the most part, but he remained silent to see if Kusakabe would offer some final commentary.

He did. 

“There is value in the healed cracks. That’s all. Perhaps this second chance you’ve been given is an opportunity to do just that. Heal those cracks with something valuable, I mean.”

Higuruma’s eyes traveled gently over the classroom in front of him, and he finally gazed out the window while actually paying attention to it for the first time in a long while. He saw the golden rays of sunshine projecting a soft, welcoming light over the students’ desks, noticed how clear the sky truly was, and the cloud-scattered blue that encompassed it all together as a visual symphony.

“It really is a beautiful day, after all,” Higuruma remarked, looking back at Kusakabe with a smile.

Kusakabe’s eyes met Hiromi’s, and this was probably the first time he had actually seen the man smiling with actual joy.

In a second, Kusakabe coughed, feeling his face warming up, and averted his gaze while covering his mouth with his fist.

“Is everything alright?” Higuruma asked, gently tilting his head to the side. “Did you choke on your lollipop?”

“No. It’s okay, I’m fine,” the other man answered, mentally pulling himself back to normal. “I just really have to go back to work.”

“Oh. Okay. I should probably leave this classroom too and get something to eat.” 

Kusakabe nodded and propped himself up, walking towards the door. However, he stopped as he was nearly past it, and turned around.

“Higuruma.”

The former lawyer had just gotten up himself, and turned to face his colleague.

“What?”

“Me and some other people from jujutsu high — assistants, mostly — will have a happy hour this Friday. Would you like to join us?”

The question caught Hiromi completely off guard, and he faltered for a few seconds before clearing his throat and answering, “yes. I appreciate the invite.”

Kusakabe nodded once more. “Okay. See you this Friday, then.”

As he watched Kusakabe leaving, Higuruma could feel the liquid gold slowly seeping into the cracks of his broken life, gluing things back in place.

written by tsukimefuku ㋡ comments and reblogs are appreciated. do not copy, translate or repost. copycatting is for losers.

[rahuratna]

Had a wonderful birthday, courtesy of family, friends and loved ones, and, of course, my dear, dear fandom friends who went out of their way to make this day an ultra-special one for me.

As someone who has recently joined fandom on Tumblr, I knew that there were so many talented artists and writers out there. As someone who has been writing on fanfic websites for over a decade, I did not expect to become part of a community that feels like family. Your warmth, kindness, encouragement and acts of simply creating things alongside me inspire me to even greater lengths!

I feel like my writing has been improving, my ideas flowing like a strong, clear river and my voice as a writer has certainly become more distinct. I have all of you precious, precious people to thank for that.

Once again, thank you to @tsukimefuku , @courtneedsleep , @actuallysaiyan , @kusakabesimp , @kentocalls , @jadedjane , @yasu-1234 and @mysteria157 for your beautiful, sweet messages.

Thanks to @cmdrfupa for that stunning poem that literally made me pause and put my phone away for a minute because I was so overwhelmed. Thank you, sweet one.

Thanks to @radish-breath , @traffi , @valleyofwater , @g00miato , @courtneedsleep and @jjk-eugie for the stunning art you drew as my birthday gifts, of Nanami, Taishiro (and Pompompurin!). I cannot even believe I received those priceless and beautiful gifts from you all and I will save and treasure them always!

This year has been a tough one for me. I've said that before. With friends and fellow-creators like these, though, walking this path beside me, my journey has been so much richer and full of life, colour and joy.

This has been a fantastic birthday.

[tripleyeeet]

WORRYWART & OLD BONES

SUMMARY: Kento worries too much, while Hiromi doesn't worry at all. PAIRING: Higuruma Hiromi/Nanami Kento WARNINGS: Mentions of potential injury, shameless flirting. A/N: I wasn't planning on participating in @higunanaweek, but then @valleyofwater drew this amazing piece and I knew I had to write just a little something something inspired by it. WC: 800

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Exhaustion. That’s the first thing Kento sees when he looks at his partner; the sudden heavy rise and fall of Hiromi’s chest making him swallow hard and move to rest a hand on the lawyer’s back. 

“You okay?”

Grunting in response, Hiromi rises from his knees to his feet, nodding. The low crack of his bones shifting back into place, causing Kento to frown. 

“Old bones, don’t worry about it,” Hiromi mutters. Then, he claps a hand on Kento’s shoulder in return before moving forward. Each step he takes creating more echoes of pain that follow him back to the hotel room. The unwanted presence of old injuries slowly making themselves heard the longer he remains upright. 

Foolishly, it breaks Kento’s heart. Seeing the man he loves having to stumble through the pain of trying to keep up. As he slowly follows behind, keeping pace in case Hiromi’s body decides to give out, he can’t help but experience his own aches in response. The tightness in his chest only growing when he sees Hiromi pause to lean against the wall long after the elevator stops at their floor. 

“I can hear you worrying,” Kento hears him say, and even though he doesn’t deny it, he still huffs and wraps an arm around his partner. Allowing his fingers to tighten around his shoulder as he guides them both to their room. 

“I’ll make you some ice packs after you’re situated.” 

Hiromi chuckles, watching Kento sift through his pocket for the room key. Another annoyed breath spilling from the blonde’s lips, unimpressed with how nonchalant Hiromi’s being. “Stop worrying,” he reminds him. 

In response, Kento shakes his head and opens the door, maneuvering them both inside before kicking off his shoes. Both of them stumbling a bit as his hand remains fused to Hiromi’s shoulder. “You know I can���t.” 

“Then at least dial it down, yeah?” 

Kento frowns at that, but relents. He doesn’t want to make the situation worse, so instead, he just helps his partner to the bed. Ignoring the awful groan that filters through the air as they both begin to carefully strip his clothes.

“Wish the circumstances were different.”

Kento raises a brow as he begins to take off Hiromi’s tie. “Circumstances?” 

“You taking off my clothes.” 

Despite the anxiety he feels, Kento manages to snort out a laugh. “Ah, yes. Those circumstances.”

“I’d wipe that worrisome expression right off your face.” 

After a beat, Kento hums, trying not to let it show that he wouldn’t mind that as his fingers shift towards the man's shirt, carefully undoing button after button to reveal heated flesh he also wouldn’t particularly mind getting his hands on… if the circumstances were different.

“Do you need help with your pants?”

Hiromi smirks a bit, the temptation to take this little game of what if to new heights before he decides against it and shakes his head. “Nah, I got it.” 

Feeling somewhat thankful, Kento nods and begins to discard his own clothes as he moves to the bathroom. His now somewhat shaky fingers pulling off his jacket before loosening his tie. Images of Hiromi half naked on the bed already taking precedence in his mind, as he discards his shirt and slacks, leaving him in just his underwear. 

Which only spurs his thoughts further. Each one further delving into territories he’s well and truly explored before. The memories of past nights melding into current desires as he washes his face and brushes his teeth. Trying his best to make both his body and mind understand that now is definitely not the time. Not when he can hear Hiromi groan as the bed shifts. Even though the sounds are certainly reminiscent of similar kinds of activity, he shouldn’t be thinking like that. 

Releasing a deep breath, Kento looks at himself in the mirror in annoyance. The evident signs of arousal painting his cheeks as he swipes a hand down the length of his face before moving back to the bedroom, knowing there’s no use in hiding it. Not when it’s Hiromi’s fault anyway. 

“Want me to help you to the bathroom?”

Hiromi, already lying on his back, eyes to the ceiling shakes his head. “Too tired.” 

“Still want that ice?” 

This time, his head turns to face Kento, another smirk spreading across his face. “I never asked for the ice. Though, I’m sure you could use it right now.”

Kento, forever frustrated with the teasing, just rolls his eyes and moves to turn off the lights. His body acting solely on routine while Hiromi just chuckles.

“You’re such a brat.” 

“I don’t see you complaining.” 

“Shut up.” 

After the doors have been locked and double-checked and they’ve fallen into darkness, Kento slips onto the bed, feeling the immediate presence of Hiromi tucking into his side. The simple gesture easing his mind knowing that he’s here and that he’s safe. And that, despite not being able to alleviate the kind of pressure he wants, he’s at least able to feel the worry in his chest subside once his partner slips an arm around his waist and promptly falls asleep.

[traffi]

Work keeps me busy, but I did a everyday doodle, which never take more than 10min. They became kind of my moodboard trough the week.

Also one page feat. @valleyofwater 🥹🙏

[tsukimefuku]

@valleyofwater …. 👀✨

self care is getting tattoos

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Free day means I get to draw them smooching!

Higunana week day 4 🌻🍞

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[coral-the-corsola]

My piece i had made by the extremely talented @valleyofwater is finished and i couldn't be more greatful and happy about it, thank you again for all the hard work you have put into this to make both me and Higuruma look absolutely beautiful 💖💖💖

[tsukimefuku]

Hi Fuku!!! For the ask game!

🐝

🎨

Hi, Courtney!! 💜

🐝 - tag your biggest supporters and say a nice thing about them

If I tag everyone, I will not be answering this anytime soon. LOL

I’d like to make a shoutout to all of my UnCh and KsHg friends. I would have torpedo-ed myself out of this fandom (and out of writing as a whole) long ago if it wasn’t for their encouragement and support, for real. Sounds cheesy but aye, it’s true 😂💜

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🎨 favorite fanart and why you like it

This beautiful piece by @valleyofwater is to date my favorite fanart. It holds a special place in my heart because it inspired one of my favorite things to write for jjk (even through my writer’s block), and also because it brought me closer to one of my most treasured freundschaften here. 💜🖤 It’s my wallpaper in practically all of my devices 👀

[valleyofwater]

Self indulgent Shoko because I love her

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Panel redraw time! He’s on his way to bonk you 🤭🌻

Original panels under the cut:

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Thanks for the tag @actuallysaiyan 💜💜

No pressure tags: @courtneedsmatcha @courtneedsleep @valleyofwater @kusakabesimp @radish-breath @jjk-eugie @pmpmyread @mysteria157 @honeyandbiscuitandtea-cafe and whoever wants to join :3

Thank you for the tag @lemonhemlock 💕

rules: do this picrew and share the last song you listened to ✨️

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Trying this whole tumblr thing out with my OG Higuruma (but make him real) 🌻

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Higunana week day 3 - Shibari 🌻🍞

Full version on

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Something soft for today ☀️🌊

Higunana week day 6 - Beach and Sunflowers 🌻🍞

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