#verse: student (jjk)

[sukugo]

Sukuna: we are one and the same gojo

Gojo: so would that make us having sex selfcest? Kinda problematic ngl

Sukuna: what the fuck is a selfcest (he is 1000 years old)

FDSJFBFBNGFBNFJDFFSHFDF satoru explaining ship discourse to sukuna would be. incredibly fucking funny, but let's be fucking real, satoru gives NO shits about it either. they're both too busy having problematic freak sex (fighting to death)

[huntershowl-moving]

what's in seph's room at UA/JJT dorms!

overall vibe: organized, subdued goth. a lot of dark colors, black-painted furniture with red floral accents. wall decorations are mostly her extensive collection of cool knives.

notable things:

a century bob (man-shaped MMA punching bag) w/ boxing gloves draped around his neck

music stand & violin case leaned up against the wall

soundproofing foam peppered across the walls and ceiling in-between mounted weapons

motorbike helmet on the desk

daybed that doubles as a couch (extra long)

fully decked out windowsill seat: cushions, tiny wall shelves, little mini-table pulled up next to it to rest coffee cups. this is where she spends most of her time.

a locked black box on top of the dresser (don't worry about it)

loaded gun under the pillow (don't worry ab

one of those lamps shaped like a crow with a lightbulb in its mouth

dark red rug on the floor. seph will just lay down on it sometimes.

bedclothes are extremely high-quality high thread count cotton and silk

furniture pieces (bed, dresser, desk) are also really expensive and well-made if you know what you're looking at

how the fuck she makes all of this work in such a small space is hard to say

[chikoyama]

one of us is going to have to be bait. / i guess you know who satoru expects to be bait LMAO

The Devil in Me Prompts | Accepting

… Huh? Why? Why was Satoru looking at her strangely like that? Silence rolled over them, figurative crickets chirping quietly in the background as the younger girl took a moment to process it — his words, the inflection in his tone accompanied by a gaze that seemed to emanate a certain kind of expectancy from her.

Five long seconds it took the first-year student before it finally dawned on her what her senior suggested they do. Then, her eyes widened with realisation. “Me?!” Chiyori nearly cried out in protest, but managed to, last second, lower her voice enough to keep their hiding — they were crouched down behind an arbitrary bush — undetected by the group of Kyoto students searching for them.

With a silent but steadfast jolt of her body, Chiyori turned to face him. She was prepared to stand her ground in case he were to try coax her into it. Was Satoru really expecting her to willingly volunteer as bait? N-no way would she do that! Not with her current position in this goodwill event! That would simply be too risky, and Chiyori wasn’t going to put the few points she’d managed to scrape together all on the line just for that, especially not in the hands of her brash senior!

Sure, they needed someone to distract the Kyoto students, but… Chiyori turned away, jaw clenching… but if Satoru could manage to seize their flag and dash back to their own territory with it, then they would be declared as winners of this game. He was, after all, stronger and faster than her. Plus, she’d be able to secure her current spot on the scoreboard with some extra points to her name. Well, given that she could manage to survive long enough to not get caught and eliminated.

That would be a solid plan, wouldn’t it? There was a long pause as Chiyori considered. Though, she didn’t dare to turn her gaze back to Satoru — she could sense his intense stare on her. In silent frustration, she drove her nails into her palms. Eeeuuugh! She was going to be a pushover again now, wasn’t she? "F-fine!" She surrendered rather sheepishly before he could begin laying out any of his arguments to her.

[warfeind]

that's highly confidential. um, anyway.

isle of dogs rp starters / @kusattainu ━━ ״   anyway what? cat got your tongue? ״ there's an uncharacteristic patience to her voice. humans sure love their games. and their little secrets. yoru has never been one to indulge in games of chance. too many unknown factors can turn even a trifling matter into a bloody struggle. she sighs. ״   i'll give you a moment to decide whether or not it's information worth taking to the grave. i could have your head regardless .. ״

it's instinct that stays her hand more than any regard for asa's disapproval. sorcerers are always trouble.. [ ... ] especially in death. there's a fleeting sensation of alarm that follows when her eyes graze the outlines of their figure, imagining what manner of weapon she might be able to wrest from its remains. one too many unknowns for her liking. asa still claws at the fringes of her attention, makes yoru roll her eyes. incensed. bored with the wait. bored of this game. bored with humans and the time it takes for them to do even something as simple as dying when she clearly has other places to be.

״ so? ״ it's a simple choice. undeservedly straight–forward, really. more than any human would expect from a mere cursed spirit. they might even consider it an education. ״ are you feeling more talkative now? i'd spill it and run if i were you. just some advice. ״

[sarastuss-a]

A BRIGHTER FLASH, : GREY &. GOLDEN HUES WIDEN, when finally able to rest her gaze upon the familiar figure. lush lips slightly ajar, waiting for an exhale to come out, 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐒����𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓, though without the intention to do so. ... ❝ maki, ❞ comes her name with an exhale, ( finally. ) CHAOS IS NOTHING NEW, YOU'VE FOUGHT IT ALL YOUR LIFE, EVEN YOUR PAST ONE. but what happened in shibuya ... the threat of loss again : for you to be the light in the darkness, the last flicker of spark. the last one standing, once again, ... that fear had been very real. news of another lost life hit hard, the uncertain stage of many causing uneasyness, one she didn't deny, but didn't show either. ( 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍! WEARING YOUR BRAVE FACE FOR OTHERS TO TAKE STRENGTH, HOPE FROM! ) ... but when maki had been part of said list ... GOLDEN HEART BEATED WITH ACHE. the last sightings given not hopeful in the slightest, and yet, ...

THERE SHE STANDS, : SURVIVAL HAVING LEFT ITS' MARKS. ... gloved fingers clench into a fists on her sides, lips pressing into a line. ( how much you care for her, o'sun ) but she approaches, meeting her half - way, ❝ your scars ... ❞ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒, AS IF HAVING STEPPED TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN! it makes her uneasy, it makes her angry, grit her teeth ... but maki's voice interrupts any words that threatened to spill, @vergamor + maki ' a map that only shows me where I am, not where I’ve been. ' PROOF INDEED OF HER SURVIVAL, the sentiment behind the words caught on. she stops herself, yet concern still radiates. ( your eyes, always your biggest tell. ) SHE HAS CHANGED, BUT WHO HADN'T, AFTER TONIGHT? an understanding nod, her gaze a mixture of determination &. something else. ... 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 : SCARS TO PROVE IT. if one hadn't been there, that moment ... how could they understand the depth where she had been? she does not voice the thought, not the many words there is to be said, : instead, lips curl if only slightly, ETHEREAL VOICE KIND &. GENUINE, ❝ i am glad you are here. ❞ because that is what mattered now.

[2xcursekissed]

“Yuuta-kuuun~”

Yuuta has never been the most diligent student; he's usually been one to do just enough to get by in academics and participate in events when needed. Since joining Jujutsu High though, the latter has changed slightly, more enthusiastic about participating in training and missions. That's why when he's left to work on schoolwork, he finds himself distracted, eyes wandering while he 'attempts' to do differential equations.

Slumped over his desk, Yuuta taps the end of his pencil against his notebook. This is so unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Why does he even need to study math when he aims to become a sorcerer? He does not know.

His full concentration only returns when he hears a familiar voice call his name. Straightening out his posture, he offers his senior a smile as a greeting.

"Hey, are you here to save me, senpai?" he asks, half-joking, half-hoping she actually has something more interesting for him to focus on. It wasn't unusual for former students to use school grounds as a base, yet Yuuta is still curious and searching for a distraction.

[fushitoru]

thinking about writing a reincarnated/isekai!gojo and reader series...

you and gojo were married in canon/jjk verse.

you’ve seen his mental health deteriorate because of the higher ups and how he’s perceived as a weapon and is a weapon. satoru’s mental health has been descending for a very long time, and by the end, when you’re soullessly watching his dead body projected by mei mei’s crows, you blankly volunteer to be next (ignoring all of kashmo's protests).

can anyone blame you? your life has no purpose anymore. you and satoru were never able to get the life you deserve. late nights spent waiting in bed for your lover, seeing the love of your life get burdened more and more from the weight of his responsibilities, and, in the end, even witnessing him volunteer his own body as if he were a doll, a weapon. you know damn well you're not going to spend the rest of your life replacing the flowers on his grave and try to reform the society that never even cared about satoru anyways.

you don’t last very long fighting sukuna, and you die, praying to whatever merciless god out there that, in another life, you and satoru get the happy ending you both deserved, that he wouldn't be the one that got away—

you wake up from your dream, gasping. you don’t know why it was so vivid; all you remember is that you were some kind of magician? like winx club? harry potter? hunter x hunter? and you had a husband and he WAS SMOKING HOT. also both of you died and you were kind of sad, because he was hot :(

so—as a college student—you head to your first lecture of the year. you’ve decided to switch majors and have to take this dumb math class that’s a gen ed and is filled with people. so you take one of two empty spots remaining.

the lecture goes on, until professor yaga rolls his eyes and suddenly everyone’s heads is turned towards the door, so you just follow the crowd.

and there he is.

a boy with the most stunning white hair and sheepish blue eyes upholding a charming grin, yelling out something undoubtedly snarky while taking his seat, some people dapping him up as he makes his way to the only seat—-the one next to you.

as he’s setting his stuff down, and he turns to look at you. blinks.

A breathless, “Hi.”

And then, your story begins again.

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this is basically me giving you and gojo the rom com you deserve. does he remember you? did he get the same dream as you? and will he call the police if you chase after him, insisting he's your husband and the love of your life? stay tuned! prepare for angst (hurt/comfort), pining, and ridiculously horny reunion sex (at the end after i make you suffer and yearn, of course)

and to my bridgerton!gojo readers, i promise i will publish the first chapter only after chapter ten/eleven of bridgerton!gojo is out <3

[candy69gurl]

Satoru Gojo

Gojo x f!reader: Touch in the dark (somnophilia)

Teacher Gojo x student f!reader: Are you.. not weak? (non con)

Sub Gojo Satoru x dom f!reader: Bound by ropes love (bondage+consensual)

Heart-throb Gojo Satoru x quiet shy boy: Realization (yaoi)

Yandere Gojo Satoru x f!reader: Breakpoint (non con)

Kento Nanami

coming soon

Fushiguro Megumi

Possesive Megumi x f!reader: Claim you as mine (non con)

Higuruma Hiromi

Hiromi x f!reader: Barbie play (pseudo-incest+ non con)

Shiu Kong

Shiu Kong x f!reader: Drink Dalliance (smut)

Fushiguro Toji

Hybrid Wolf! Toji x f!reader: The Howl of Desire (non con)

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader: Insubordination (non con)

Ryomen Sukuna

Heian Era Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader: Infernal Passion (fluff)

Heian Era Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader: Trapped in Temptation (slight non-con)

Bully Sukuna x shy f!reader: Ensnared (slight non con)

Suguru Geto

coming soon

Itadori Yuji

Itadori Yuji x gn!reader: Unstoppable (fluff)

Mahito

Mahito x f!reader: Mistaken Trust (tentacle non con)

SERIES

POV: You are Sukuna's vessel 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | Extra (coming soon)

MULTI

• JJK men as stepdads

♢ Daddy heals period pain (comfort, smut) ♢ Missing mommy on mother's day (m!nipple sucking) ♢ Daddy is somnophilic (somnophilia)

• Twitter links: Ⅰ Ⅱ

• JJK hybrid verse: intro

[huntershowl-moving]

❛i’d do anything to make you stay.❜ (from suguru cause i'm VIBING with these two already)

HE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO KNOW. no one was — it was supposed to be seamless and quiet, persephone melting away into the night like they were never there. they've been clearing out their dorm room slowly over the last few weeks, no longer letting their door remain open for their few solid friends to filter in and out. ( 'it's messy.' i need to focus.' 'i don't wanna be trapped inside.' 'can we go to yours instead? )

the higher-ups would know something was wrong, obviously. they'll learn soon enough through their networks and surveillance, but what they do with that information was no longer her problem. wouldn't be her problem, once she slipped away from campus and started the long walk to the waiting car.

only, she didn't make it two steps from the edge of campus before she heard his voice behind her, calling for her to stop.

fine. one last conversation, if he insists. sage can wait a little longer in the car; seph shoots her a text mentioning a quick errand, which likely will lead to the driver pulling out her switch and starting up pokemon violet.

so here they sit, side by side against a wall, a cigarette perched delicately between seph's pale and calloused fingers as her eyes look anywhere but at him.

❝ you don't mean that. ❞ her voice is a little rough despite the attempt at stony composure, the walls that surround half-dead softness. ❝ anyway, you know i can't. this was never going to last. ❞ they take a long drag, then offer the cigarette over, finally chancing a moment of eye contact. ❝ don't worry, okay? it's not forever. you've still got satoru and shoko, yeah? ❞

[chikoyama]

mock date (plotted) | @kimuromou

"Uh, Kimura-san, I was curious to know if you could, uh, if you could share your opinion on the kinds of outfits that guys prefer girls to wear?" Sounding a bit sheepish, Chiyori struggled to maintain a sense of subtlety as she poked her head into her classmate's room.

Earlier this week, a guy had randomly approached her at the mall, requesting her number. He’d sent her a message, and after exchanging a few conversations through texting Chiyori had — suprisingly enough — agreed to meet up with him for a date in three days.

Obviously, the teenage girl wanted to make a good impression, and since Kimura-san was a guy, she figured he could provide her some guidance on what to wear. Besides, Chiyori knew he had a rather decent taste in fashion. Hoping she hadn’t caught him in the middle of doing something important, she glanced at him from the doorway, expectantly.

[chikoyama]

It almost made Chiyori feel guilty as she watched her senpai startle, phone flying off his grasp. Usually, he appeared to be rather calm and collected, so when the younger girl decided to sneak up on him to engage in some innocuous banter, she hadn't expected her senpai to get all that jumpy. If anything, she didn't think he'd fall for her scare attack, but Chiyori supposed even he had moments where he wouldn't be constantly on the alert. He was human after all.

Once Suguru-senpai turned around with a mildly annoyed expression on his face, Chiyori wore a simple amused smile on her lips, a hint of smugness balancing at the edges. "I'm sorry, but I got'chaaa, senpaiii~" she chirped in a rather self-pleased tone, proud that she finally got the opportunity to get back at him. Yep, Chiyori still hadn't entirely forgotten about the time when he'd pulled a prank on her. (When memories were embarrassing, they were hardly forgettable). Lacing her fingers together behind her back, the girl bounced lightly on her heels. "Heh, did I scare you for a minute, senpai?"

@chikoyama a demandé : 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them .

It wasn't often Suguru was caught off guard. He liked revelling in the fact that he was, objectively, one of the strongest ; a diligent student, confident, fearless, always on his toes.

It was also true that he liked watching videos and playing games on his phone, blast music in his earphones, all those sorts of things that he allowed himself to do in the security of the school's barrier, that allowed him to put his walls down for a moment of relaxation and that's when it was easy to catch him by surprise.

Chiyori caught him in one of those moments ; he reading an article on his phone about his favourite band coming to Tokyo for a concert soon, and he was trying to research the cost of the tickets and the date they would be up for sale.

Despite not being necessarily scaredy, there's only so much one can do to keep their hearts from beating out their chests after a surprise.

When his kouhai creeps up behind him and scares him, Suguru feels his heart jump all the way up into his throat. His body jerks, lifting off the couch a couple of inches like a surprised cat, and his phone flies off his hand.

Irritation immediately washes over him, and he snaps around ready to strike who he thinks his offender is back, but at the sight of Chiyori's smug face, he sighs and redirects his hand to press it over his chest.

« Ha - ha, » he says flatly, irritation shifting into mild annoyance.

100 non-verbal prompts | accepting

[nanaslutt]

I wanna write a gojo fic where ur his (legally aged) student and he fucks you in his office… his hands over your mouth while he drills you from the back as your grip the edge of his desk. He knows it’s so wrong but you’re so cute and you feel so fucking good he can’t stop now, he might even get addicted… besides, you graduate in a few months, how bad is it really? (it’s bad)

anyway uh *clears throat* idk if i should do it in the jjk verse or a non curse au……

[just-jordie-things]

[part eight] to build a home - gojo satoru

word count: 5k warnings: !!manga spoilers!! swearing, jjk-verse style fighting series summary: when (y/n) (y/l/n) catches wind that the notorious sorcerer killer, toji fushiguro, has children, she makes it her personal mission to find them. the catch being she couldn't tell a soul about them- the risk of the zen'in clan learning about them was too great. keeping the secret isn't the hard part, it's lying to her friends, shoko ieiri, geto suguru, and of course gojo satoru, that she struggles with. especially when satoru has suddenly become so keen on keeping an eye on her lately.

series masterlist

[part eight] : "Bury A Friend" ___

(y/n) knew she wasn’t the ideal choice of mentor to Megumi.  But she was the only choice.  So she did everything she could to teach him everything she knew.  Megumi wasn’t always fond of spending his after school time learning, especially the more boring lessons (y/n) provided like history, or the specifics of the prominent families.

“This is important, Megumi” (y/n) said to the boy that had thrown his head down against the table.

“I’m tired of studying,” He groaned.  “I want to learn more about cursed techniques!” 

“And you will,” (y/n) told him.  “But I need you to understand this” 

“Why?” The boy whined, turning his head so his cheek rested on the kitchen table, staring at her.  “Who cares about a bunch of old people?” 

(y/n) laughed at him, reminded of Satoru and his distaste for the elders as well.

“These old people control everything in the jujutsu world,” (y/n) said.  “They’re in charge of all the rules, and they have the money to enforce them.  They’re very powerful, Megumi, and they don’t take kindly to those who defect” 

“Defect?” He asks, confused.

“It’s what they call sorcerers who… don’t play by the rules” She says carefully.

“Bad guys?” Megumi asks.  (y/n) nods.

“That’s one way to think of it” She sighs.

Her hands are wringing together, and she can barely look at him.  The young boy frowns.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, lifting his head.

“Nothing, honey, I just want you to pay attention” 

“You’re bad at lying,” Megumi deadpans.  “Are you defecting?” 

The question makes her eyes sharpen, and she stares at his inquisitive face.  She doesn’t want to tell him the truth.  She knows he won’t accept another lie.

“There’s a lot of things that won’t make sense right now,” She explains to him.  “I’m not trying to lie to you.  I’m just trying to keep things easy-” 

“Well then make it make sense,” Megumi cuts her off, shrugging his shoulders.

(y/n) gives him a look, shaking her head.

“Is it because of me?” He asks.  “Are you going to be in trouble because of me?” 

“Of course not,” She lies with ease.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, she leans closer, staring at him with complete sincerity in her eyes.

“Of course not” She repeats.

Megumi nods, a little bit.  He believed her.

It was the first time she’d told a decent lie.  And it was probably the most important one.

“Okay,” He sighs.  “Then what’s so tricky to understand?” 

(y/n) sighs, and she wishes she had spent more time practicing her cursed technique so that she could teleport away.  He was too young to be told the complete truth.  Even if he did understand it all, it was a harsh reality to bring a seven year old to

“Let’s just say your Dad had a knack for making things complicated, okay?” (y/n) says.

Megumi snorts.

“Yeah.  He sucks” 

(y/n) nods, smiling endearingly back at him.

“I’m not trying to lie to you,” She tells him honestly.  “But there’s a lot you still need to learn, and it can be complicated.  Is it okay if for now, we just take this all step by step?” 

The child nods in agreement,

“Yeah, that’s okay” He says.

“Okay.  So let’s go back to the big families” (y/n) says, drawing a chart on a scrap piece of paper of the big three.

The rest of their little study session goes well.  Megumi is a good learner, who picks things up quickly once he’s shown them.  (y/n’s) grateful he’s such a smart student, because she knows she’s a terrible teacher.

Once he’s got an understanding of the important families in jujutsu society, she decides to call it a day, with the promise of practicing with his shikigami over the weekend.  Megumi seems excited enough by that, before he runs off to tell Tsumiki about everything he’d just learned.

(y/n) stayed at the kitchen table, and once he was out of sight, she allowed herself to hold her head in her hands.  Her eyes fell shut, and she let out a shaky breath.

The idea of telling him the truth one day makes her gut twist into sharp knots.  Had there been anything in her stomach, she certainly would have rushed to the kitchen sink, keeled over it, and emptied it out.

Was this a mistake? She asked herself.  If I hadn’t gotten involved, could Megumi had happily gone with the Zen’in Clan? Now that I’ve harbored him and Tsumiki, have I made their lives worse? 

Her fingers dragged against her skin as she lifted her head.  Just as she opened her eyes, she noticed her phone was silently ringing on the table, the screen lit up with a photo of Satoru.  

She answers it, bringing her phone to her ear.

“What’s up?” She asks.

“(y/n)...” Satoru’s voice is serious.  

She sits up a little straighter in her chair.

“Satoru, what is it?” She asks.  It wasn’t like him to hesitate.

“How quickly can you come to the school?” He asks her.

“What happened?” (y/n) ignores his question.  “Is something wrong? Is someone hurt?” 

“I can come get you.  Where are you-?” 

“Satoru,” (y/n) cuts him off, standing from her seat suddenly, causing the chair to knock over and clatter to the ground.  “What happened? What’s going on?”

“(y/n), I don’t want to tell you on the phone.  Just- please, I can come and get you right now-” 

“Just tell me!” She’s yelling now, not thinking twice about raising the attention of the others in the house.

Unbeknownst to her, Megumi and Tsumiki had rushed into the kitchen as soon as she’d knocked over the chair.  They stood in the doorway, watching her with worry.

“It’s Yu,” Satoru sighs.  “He went on a mission with Nanami, he’s-” 

“I’m coming” She says firmly, before ending the call.

She turns around, about to go straight to Megumi and Tsumiki to tell them she had to go, only to find them right in front of her.  She startles, not having heard them come into the room.

“Hey, guys,” She sighs, crouching before them.  “Something happened, I have to go a little early” 

“Is everything okay?” Tsumiki asks worriedly.  (y/n) forces a smile on her face.

“Everything will be fine,” She tells her.  “But I need to go” 

“You’ll be back on Saturday?” Megumi asks, his voice small.

“Of course,” (y/n) assures him.  “I can’t wait to see your Divine Dogs, Megumi” She adds, bringing a small smile to the boy’s face, even though he knew she was hiding something, and things weren’t alright as she was trying to make them seem.

“Be safe,” She tells them as she stands.  “I’ll be back on Saturday” 

They both bid their goodbyes as (y/n) goes out the door as hastily as she can without running.  She mutters the incantation to lower a curtain hurriedly, and as soon as she seals the house under her protection, she brings her middle and forefinger to her forehead.

___

(y/n) appears suddenly at the school, stumbling on her feet a bit from the messy and sudden teleportation.  Her mind had been anything but clear when she’d summoned her cursed energy to bring herself here.  However this was the fastest way she could get here.

Her mind grows foggier, and eyelids heavier as she takes a few steps forward, dragging herself to the front doors.  Sleep threatens to overcome her, but she pushes forward anyways.

Teleporting like this was a risky choice, knowing she had yet to keep herself conscious after doing so.  But she had no other choice, and she was here now.  All that mattered was finding-

“Satoru” 

As (y/n) opens the door, she finds her friends, along with Nanami and Yaga right at the corridor.  She stands in the open doorway, or rather, she’s leaning on it, desperate to keep her body upright.

Shoko, Satoru, and Suguru rush right over to her, assuming the worst.

“Are you hurt?” Shoko asks, scanning her for injuries.

“Where were you?” Suguru asks.

She doesn’t answer either of them, she can’t focus on calming their worries when she knows something terrible has happened.

“Satoru,” She says to the man who hadn’t torn his gaze away from hers as soon as she’d arrived.  “What- what happened? What happened to Yu?” 

The room is silent.  Shoko and Suguru step back a bit, realizing she wasn’t in any danger, she was just wiped and starting to lose consciousness as a result of prematurely using her cursed technique.

The white haired sorcerer frowns, and reaches out to try to help her stand better.  She shuffles back against the door, shaking her head.

“Tell me,” She mumbles, her throat tightening, and burning.  “Tell me what- what happened to Yu?” 

“I’m sorry, (y/n/n)” He says softly.

There’s tears pooling in her eyes as she stares back at him.  She starts to shake her head in disbelief, but no words come out.

“Yu is dead” Another voice answers her question.

She looks past Satoru’s shoulder, to where Nanami is hanging his head, eyes focused on the floor.

(y/n’s) breath catches in her throat, choking her.  She sputters out a few shaky pants, before her knees give out and she’s crashing towards the ground.

Satoru’s faster than her fall, an arm wrapping around her shoulders to keep her steady on her knees in front of him.  Her head lands on his shoulder, tears seeping into his shirt as she begins to cry.

Shoko and Suguru look at each other, while the Six Eyes user silently tries to comfort her, his hand rubbing circles over her back in smooth motions.

“I don’t- I don’t-” (y/n) stammers over her words, despair, confusion, and exhaustion clouding her ability to form a proper sentence.  “I don’t understand- how- why-” 

Satoru shushes her quietly, knowing any minute now she was going to close her eyes and succumb to the fatigue.  He dropped his head so he could speak quietly to her.

“I’ll explain everything” He murmurs into her temple.

Her body shakes against his.  He has to close his own eyes to keep himself from tearing up just from seeing her in so much distress.

“Satoru- don’t-” (y/n) mumbles, fists weakly grabbing at the front of his uniform.

“I won’t go,” He assures her.  

Her body starts to feel a little heavier in his arms.

“I’ll be right here when you wake up, I’ll tell you everything” 

Her eyelids feel too heavy to bear, and when their weight is too much, she finally lets them close.  Shortly after, her breathing evens, and her body is slumped in Satoru’s arms.

“She teleported here,” Yaga says as Satoru gets a better hold on her, lifting her up with ease.  “That was the longest I’ve ever seen her stay awake after teleporting without a hex” 

“She was anxious” Satoru replies, about to walk away.

“When she wakes, tell her when she’s ready I’d like to speak to her” His teacher says, before he could walk too far away.

Satoru turns on his heel, his eyes fixed in a glare.

“She was only able to keep herself awake so long because she was grieving,” He said with a harsh tone of voice.  “She just lost someone she cares about.  And when she wakes up, she’s going to go through it all again,” 

Nanami watched Satoru intently as he spoke sharply towards Yaga.

“Don’t you dare try to get her to use that to perfect some stupid cursed technique,” He continues.  “Not a word of this to the elders” He says, head jerking around the room to make sure everyone present understood he was meant to be taken with absolute seriousness.

Everyone slowly nodded their heads.

“Understood” Yaga sighed.

“Good,” Satoru muttered.  “Now I’m taking her to rest.  Tell everyone not to bother her, or I’ll rip their head off” 

He finally leaves, teleporting himself to (y/n’s) room.  It’s dark, but Satoru leaves it that way as he carefully tucks the dozed off girl into her bed.  She doesn’t squirm or make a single noise as he covers her with the blanket.

Once he deems her comfortable enough, he wanders over to her desk, grabbing the chair from it and quietly placing it beside her bed.

He rests his head in his hands as he sits.

Why wouldn’t she just let me come to her?

Selfishly, he doesn’t want her to wake up anytime soon.  He doesn’t want to face her and relay to her how Yu’s mission had gone wrong.  He doesn’t want to be the one to bring her such bad news, to break her heart.

Yet at the same time, a part of him does want to be the one to tell her, so that he can be there for her if and when she needs him.  To dry her tears and tell her good, sweet things to comfort her.

It’s all a mess, he thinks, bringing his gaze up to the sleeping girl before him. ___

[TWO YEARS AGO]

(y/n) leaned further out the window of the classroom she was currently hiding in, making sure that all of the smoke she blew out her lungs went out the window.  Sneaking a cigarette on her first day of being at Jujutsu High was a bit reckless, sure, but her nerves needed to be relaxed and so far this was the first method that worked.

“That’s a bit stupid, isn’t it?”

She jolted at the sudden voice behind her, the cigarette in her fingers falling from her shock.  It fell straight out the window, and onto the ground.  Her jaw dropped as she watched a group of jogging upperclassmen run right over the thing.

Well, at least it was stumped out and she didn’t have to worry about starting a fire on her first day.

Annoyed, she spun around to see the perpetrator that had so rudely interrupted her.

It was a boy, standing in the doorway of the classroom.  He had lightning bright hair and an even brighter grin.  The oddest part wasn’t even the sunglasses he chose to wear inside, but how it seemed that even when she scowled at him, that grin remained.

“Having a cigarette on your first day here?” He chuckled.  “Do you know what they would’ve done to you if you’d been caught?” 

“Kicked me out?” (y/n) scoffed.  “Don’t you think I already knew that consequence when I lit it?” 

The boy laughed.  It was bubbly, and as annoyed as she was with him, she found herself fighting the urge to laugh as well.

“You’re right.  I owe you one.  Luckily I’m friends with the biggest nic addict here, so you’re lucky” 

“Lucky?” (y/n) repeated in a monotone voice.

“Sure are,” He replied.  “You’re the new first year right?” 

(y/n’s) brows drew together, disturbed that this overbearing boy already seemed to know who she was, and she had no idea who he was.

“Yes…” She answered slowly.  “I’m (y/n)” 

“Gojo Satoru” He introduced himself, walking into the classroom with his hand outstretched.

With a huff, (y/n) reaches her hand out to meet his, only to find something stopping her just an inch before touching him.

She retracts her hand instantly, and suddenly his name clicks in her mind.  He seems amused that she’d reacted to his Infinity in such a way.

“Shit,” She mumbled, her wide eyes staring up at him.  “So you’re the Six Eyes everyone’s been talking so much about” 

“Oh yeah?” He raises a brow, tucking his hands into his pockets.  “They sayin��� good things?” He asks.

“They’re saying you’re the most powerful sorcerer,” (y/n) replies.  “So I suppose it depends on who you ask,” She answers.  “Whether or not that’s a good thing” 

Satoru scoffs, his grin faltering for a brief second.  He had not expected such a cryptic answer.  Usually people flocked to him, always wanting something from him.  Clearly he’d gotten off on the wrong foot with this one.

“Normally being the best at something is a pretty good thing” He said smoothly.  (y/n) raised a shoulder and cocked her head to the side.

“Maybe,” She mused.  “But I can do something you can’t” 

He leans forward with a smirk, entering her personal space and peering down at her through his shades.

“And what’s that, sweetheart?” He asks slyly, clearly expecting some sort of sexy response.

(y/n) doesn’t give him the reaction he was looking for, instead keeping her face blank as she responds.

“Fly under the radar,” She answers.

His brows pinch together, chuckling to himself.  As if he’d ever want to do that.  What a stupid thing to brag about.

(y/n) steps around him, heading out of the classroom.  

“Don’t forget you owe me a cigarette, oh powerful Gojo” She calls over her shoulder as she leaves.

[PRESENT DAY]

Back when he’d first met (y/n), Satoru remembers that more than anything, she confused him.  She was probably the first person in his life to ever treat him like he wasn’t the most important person in the world.  She had weird opinions and a weirder personality.

And he was enamored with her.

It had taken him some time, maybe more than most, to figure out what she’d meant that first day they met.  He spent nights awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering why he’d want to fly under the radar, as she’d said.  But as he found his friends, Suguru, Shoko, and found himself in the meantime, he finally figured it out.

By that point, she’d already written him off.  Perhaps she didn’t hate him, but she certainly didn’t want to spend time with him if she didn’t have to.  Lucky for him, their mutual friends brought them together more often than she would have liked, so she had to get to know him anyways.

Years of training together, class together, hanging out with their friends, going on assignments- little moments and inches of steps brought them closer together.  Eventually he saw her give in a little, and (y/n) let him care about her, even if she wouldn’t reciprocate.

She stopped ignoring his texts, started laughing at his dumb jokes, and sometimes, Satoru swore that he would catch her smiling at him.  She openly enjoyed going on assignments with him, even if it was just from her competitive nature.  When Yaga would hand them the same mission, she’d smile at him, followed by her typical attitude.  But there’d be a bounce in her step.

He had been there the first time she’d tried to teleport without a hex.  She had been trying to save someone.  A kid.

The poor thing had been standing before a Grade One curse, trembling, frozen in fear.  Satoru had seen him first, but (y/n) was acting before he could.  She was too far to make it on foot, but without a second thought she did something she didn’t even know she was capable of.  It was as if human instinct and cursed energy merged in that moment, her drive to save that child overpowering her body and teleporting her there in the same instant she’d seen him.

In a second (y/n) was no longer by Satoru’s side, and was a few hundred feet away.  Her arms wrapped around his small body, and she stood there just long enough to scream for Suguru to exorcize the curse.  He came just in time, and once more, (y/n) disappeared from where she stood.

Kneeling at Satoru’s side, she kept her hands securely on the young boy’s shoulders.  He remembered the rushed, worried way she’d spoken to him.  

“Are you hurt? Are you alright? Do you know where your parents are?”

Satoru remembered when the boy finally ran off to where his parents were just a block away, (y/n’s) hands were shaking.  Just as he was about to congratulate her and help her to her feet, her body gave out.  Her eyes were shut and she was passed out before she’d even hit the ground.

That was a year ago.

Now, Satoru thinks that his stance with (y/n) is even messier than before.

He’d thought that he’d made some progress, redeemed himself a bit in her eyes.  At least he’d hoped he had.  She spent more time with him than she had before, and it wasn’t completely against her will.  Satoru had been overjoyed when she’d agreed to join him for breakfast.  He’d spent the whole day with her after that, and not for a second was he able to stop looking at her.  She’d only grown more beautiful, more confident and sure of herself, and as they matured bit by bit together, Satoru was certain he was only going to fall harder for her.

He’d known her for years now, and every day she challenged him in some new and exciting way.  He used to enjoy that about her.

Now, it brought him an immense amount of stress.

Not knowing where she was going when she snuck into town, not knowing what she was up to when she snuck back in late into the night, it had him worried sick.  He knew she was capable of protecting herself, she was a strong fighter, and loved her cursed tools almost as much as her friends.

But no matter how slowly the curiosity killed him, he knew he had to drop the subject.

After a lengthy discussion with Shoko, where she told him in all seriousness that she was certain (y/n) was meeting up with a lover, someone she cared about deeply and wanted a future with, he had buried every last feeling he’d had for her.

He’d decided he had to.  If he didn’t want his heart broken, he’d have to move on from her.

That was easier said than done. ___

(y/n’s) eyelashes fluttered for a brief moment, followed by a small groan.  It took a few minutes of stretching her tired limbs before she finally opened her eyes, and to her surprise, Gojo Satoru was sitting right there.

“You’re awake” He said softly.

(y/n) sat up and looked around herself, just to be sure she hadn’t woken up in the infirmary.  Just as she thought, she was in her own bed, her own room.

And then it all came flooding back to her.

“Yu…” She mumbled, her voice cracked over his name.  “He’s really gone?” 

Silently, Satoru nodded his head.

(y/n) leaned back against her headboard, her eyes on her lap as she processed this information rather slowly.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Satoru said quietly, reaching his hand out to her.  “I know you were close” 

To his surprise, she took his hand when he held it out, her thumb pressed to his palm and her fingers wrapping around his securely.

“He just wanted to be nice and walk me home,” She said softly.  “He was just trying to be a good person and I- I pushed him away” 

Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes as she remembered the last time she’d really spoken to him.  She’d seen him in passing since that day in Tokyo, but she’d been in such a rush all the time that she’d barely said more than a hello to him.

And now he was gone.

A tear slipped down her cheek.

“Don’t blame yourself for anything,” Satoru said, his thumb stroking over the back of her hand gently.  “What happened was an accident, no one could have known” 

She looks up at him, her tears falling freely now.

“What happened?” She whispered out.

Satoru sighed, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head.

“Him and Nanami went on an assignment.  It was supposed to be a Grade One… but…” 

“Special Grade…” (y/n) mumbled, eyes falling away from his, glazed over as she thought it over.

Her hand that wasn’t in his tangled in her sheets, fisting them tightly until her knuckles turned white.

“Did they exorcize it?” She asks, her voice dropping an octave.

Satoru shakes his head.

“Nanami brought Yu back as soon as it happened.  They sent Suguru first thing this morning” 

“It’s morning?” 

“Almost seven” Satoru nods.

“It’s Friday” (y/n) confirmed, and he nodded again.

She nods back at him, the gears in her head turning.

She didn’t have to be at the Fushiguro house until tomorrow.

“Have you heard from Suguru since he left?” She asked.

When her eyes meet his again, there’s something there that he’d never seen before.  Something cold, and calculating.

“Don’t even think about it” He told her before she could even suggest what she was thinking.

(y/n) releases his hand, shuffling off the bed, but as soon as she stands, he grabs her by the shoulders to stop her.

“I said don’t even think about it-” 

“I’m going” She cuts him off, staring him directly in the eyes so he could see that there was nothing that could stop her.

“(y/n), Suguru will take care of it, you know that-” 

“It has nothing to do with that,” She snaps back at him.  “Yu was my friend.  I cared about him- and- and now he’s gone and he’s not coming back and I can’t just sit here and-” 

She’s getting choked up over her tears, and she raises her hands to violently wipe them from her eyes.

“I can’t just sit here and cry about it!” She wails.

She falters then.  The tears spilling over her cheeks won’t stop flowing no matter how much she wipes them away, she’s sobbing now, her whole body trembling.

Before she can fight him, Satoru pulls her into his chest.  She doesn’t put up a fight.  She lets him hold her and she doesn’t hold back a single sob that wracks her body.  He carefully sits them down on the edge of her bed, and she throws her arms around his neck as she continues to break down.

They sit together for quite some time.  (y/n) doesn’t leave his arms.  Satoru doesn’t let her go.

It’s a long day spent in the darkness of her room.  He brings her food and a new box of tissues every few hours, but for the most part, sits with her while she lays in bed.  Sometimes he holds her hand, sometimes he rubs her back.  She falls asleep here and there, but never longer than half an hour.

When it’s well into the middle of the night, she calls to him.

He’s sitting in bed with his back to her headboard while she’d been laying on her side, faced away from him.  But suddenly she turned over.

“Satoru?”

Her voice is strained, tired.  Her throat was surely sore from her day of grief.

He looks away from the book he was reading, something he’d stolen off her shelf.  Her eyes are sad, but no longer filled with tears, as she looks at him.  He hums softly in response to her, his hand sliding down the mattress to find hers.

When her fingers weakly brush into his, she tangles them together, slotting her own through the spaces between his.  His hand is warm, and comforting.

He’s warm and comforting.

“You’ll stay?” She murmurs, briefly looking from his eyes to his hand in hers, and then back up to his eyes.  “Through the night?” 

Satoru sets the book down in his lap, and now that it’s in her line of sight, she can see that he’s reading her copy of Charlotte’s Web.  The smallest of smiles tugs on the edge of her lips.  She had pulled it out of a box of old storage from her childhood just a week ago, having a newfound soft spot for the story after reading it cover to cover for the Fushiguro kids.

“Of course, sweetheart,” He tells her, and when she looks back up at him, she can see that he means it with every ounce of sincerity.

He picks the book up again, only to slide it onto her bedside table.  She watches as he then throws back the covers, sliding his long legs under them, and then the rest of his body.

He’s eye to eye with her as his head hits the pillow, and she can’t bring herself not to stare at him.

They’re incredibly close, since her bed wasn’t exactly made for two people, but the nerves that she would normally feel having him so close to her that she could feel his soft breath on her lips is nowhere to be found.

In fact she smiles.  It’s small, and her lips tremble in the slightest, but it’s a smile for him nonetheless.

Satoru squeezes her hand.

“I’ll stay as long as you’d like me to,” He tells her, his voice a hushed whisper.  “I’ll stay until you force me to go” 

She squeezes his hand back.

“Can I request one more thing?” She murmurs.  He nods.  “Would you read to me?” 

He turns to reach for the book right away, double checking what it was he’d been mindlessly reading just moments ago.

“Charlotte’s Web?” 

She nods.

“It’s grown to be a favorite of mine” She tells him.

“Then of course I will” 

He rolls onto his back, and he lets go of her hand so that he can open the book, flipping back to the first page.  Once he’s found a comfortable angle, he slides an arm around her shoulders, tucking her in close to him, to keep her comfortable, before he begins to read.

Satoru doesn’t even make it through the first chapter before (y/n’s) dozed off, her head resting on his shoulder, the rest of her body completely curled into his.

He finds himself getting tired shortly after as well.  When he finally gives into the drowsy feeling, he places the book on her bedside table, and lays his sunglasses on top of it.

He forgets all about how he was supposed to be burying his feelings, he forgets about the stranger she’s been going out with, and all that’s on his mind as he falls asleep beside her is the hope that tomorrow will be a fresh start for her.  He hopes that she’s able to work through her grief, and begin the journey to move past it tomorrow.  He hopes that she’ll let him help her.

Satoru falls asleep listening to the soft, steady buzzing of her cursed energy beside him.  It pulls him away like a lullaby.

___

xoxo - jordie

[exo-raskreia]

Thoughts on 261 & More Utahime Potential Ideas

WARNING: MAX COPIUM + MANGA SPOILERS

Ok, I know everyone's been losing it lately. I tried to keep calm when the 261 leaks dropped. I'm very disappointed & shocked as well (Gojo... ｡ﾟ( ﾟஇ‸இﾟ+)ﾟ｡ ).

However... The latest developments have also caused me to ascend to a higher state in Delulu Land & this is my hardest cope yet.

First off, it seems to be implied that Gojo chose to become a monster by killing the higher-ups, thinking that he was finally going as far as (stooping as low as) Geto did for his ideals, but didn't want his students to see. And yet, they wanted to be there with him, not wanting him to carry the burden of becoming a monster alone—they would too by going through with the Horrible Plan™. So, miss me with that "Gojo wanted to die & reunite with his best friend" nonsense. There is too much at stake here & Gojo gave his all for his students and allies. Yuuta is currently risking his life too, for his friends & to carry Gojo's burden (let's go a little easier on him, guys, & Maki too, since she was against this plan; mainly for Yuuta, but still. Hakari looked disturbed too...).

This whole thing's a mess, though. What is Gege doing? Why hype up Gojo only to reveal such a horrible plan? Is he playing with us 'cause he's a sadistic freak or could it be there's something more to it? That he's setting up for something else? I've mentioned this before, but could it be that Gojo is truly meant to return at a crucial moment? When all hope seems lost? As it did feel a bit random to reappear during Todo & Yuuji's fight...

WARNING: Harry Potter spoilers!

Nitta must've stopped any further bleeding from Gojo's brain & Yuuta's body, so he, Shoko, & Amai must be keeping them healed & safe. I wonder if they're keeping an eye on the possibility Gojo could regain consciousness. I once mentioned this in a Tweet, but could Gojo be in a similar state as Harry Potter after getting hit by the Killing Curse, seemingly "dead" but actually in a state of limbo where he had met Dumbledore's soul in a place resembling King's Cross Station?

In Gojo's case, he's at an airport where he met his dead comrades (whether it's actually them or just Gojo dreaming, is uncertain; if he is dreaming, then wouldn't that mean he's still alive?). He's given a choice to metaphorically "board a plane" north or south, to return as someone new or to stay as he is. In the Buddhist-inspired JJK verse, north could mean enlightenment, so will Gojo choose that path, as many have theorized? It's uncertain if going north means choosing to live and/or ascending to a higher state (godhood), & if going south means straight up dying/reincarnating or simply returning to his misunderstood self, but I hope Gojo chooses whichever is best for his return. One that will possibly make him stronger but finally gaining a new perspective that will break the barrier between himself & others? Or maybe weaker but finally able to fight alongside the others (especially if he makes a Binding Vow)?

As such, Gojo's body was healed by both Shoko & Yuuta, & since his head had remained intact & on his body throughout the whole ordeal—which is required for RCT to work—could it be he could regain consciousness at some point with his own RCT? Yuuta only has 5 minutes to fight in Gojo's body but it's unknown what would happen once they are up. There are the risks he could die or stay stuck in Gojo's body, both of which are atrocious. However, in order to survive, could Ui Ui do a soul swap before the 5min mark, if/when Gojo revives? Or could it be both souls would automatically switch back? Either way, if the danger is out of the way, would Shoko then be able to perform the operation again to switch their brains back?

However, do the sorcerers really think they can defeat Sukuna in less than 5mins before Yuuta's back to the operating table? This is so convoluted, so I'm not sure how this would go. 😥

Anyway, I've been delulu theorizing Utahime could really have an important role in the Shinjuku Showdown arc here and here for a while now, whether it's to help in Gojo's revival or something else. Even with this latest shocking development, my ideas still stand.

Once again, neither Utahime, Ijichi, & Gakuganji were present at the strategy meetings in the flashbacks, especially the one with the Horrible Plan™. While Gojo wasn't present either for said plan, he was informed of it later & he commented he didn't intend to lose, so he didn't really care what would happen to his corpse anyway. This could mean that Utahime & the others were later informed too but at that point, it may have been too late to stop it. Maybe that's why Utahime had that somber expression in chapter 222. She knew what could happen and DID NOT agree with it, so while everyone was cheering Gojo on with happy expressions, she wasn't. I wonder if she had expressed her disagreement to Gojo right before meeting up with the others or something, as this other panel still makes me curious.

Gege didn't have to include her here but he did. She looks nervous... I once made a silly post on both GojoHime panels in chapter 222 here.

Anyway, Ijichi wasn't even present which is kind of strange while Gakuganji is typically so serious anyway.

At this point, one's inclined to believe that maybe they really were up to something else. It's too suspicious and obvious that these 4 were not a part of any of the important strategy meetings with the other sorcerers. It seems deliberate on Gege's part. Which is why these new delulu ideas come into play.

MAX COPIUM FROM THIS POINT ON.

Shoko has shocked us all with her very blasé attitude about the Horrible Plan™, that even Gojo said he was hurt annoyed by it. Either she was bottling it all up (she really did seem worried during the battle...), fully trusted Gojo in not losing (but she should've assured him?), or maybe, just maybe, there's a tiny possibility that she's hiding something. Could she have another plan?

Whether she does or not, Shoko is not part of my delulu ideas this time. I'm done. I had mostly brought her up before because of the possibilities & how much others hyped her up for it, but my delusions have always mainly revolved around Utahime. Shoko thankfully did her part already by helping heal Gojo's body & now it's Utahime's turn to take care of the rest.

Sure, Gojo could return on his own through a Binding Vow and/or his own RCT that should be working again, but as I brought up before in my first aforementioned delulu post, what if Utahime boosts his RCT to quicken and strengthen it? Nice and simple, right?

Or, what if Utahime's singing will finally come into play? As I also mentioned before, what if Gojo can hear her in the limbo & will be guided back by her voice? Like the luring of a siren? Will she call him by (first) name? Shrine maidens can summon spirits & gods, so if that applies to the JJK verse, could Utahime perform a ritual to reach & summon Gojo's soul? Especially if he chooses enlightenment? Now, I would hope this wouldn't be a temporary thing...like he returns to help one last time before departing to the heavens in a godhood state or something. Oh, Gege, u better not...

What if her singing does have healing abilities? But even more crazily, what if they're not physical, but spiritual? Could Utahime restore both Gojo's & Yuuta's souls to their bodies? Could she help Yuuta's soul remain safe once the 5mins are up?

For all this to happen, Utahime would have to be in the medical room. Where is she currently? Is she on her way? Is she still out on the battlefield possibly boosting the remaining sorcerers (well, hardly anyone left, tbh)? If she's headed to the medical room with the intent to help Gojo, I imagine it'd shock Shoko & the others. Would they know what she intends or not? Would they think it's possible? Would they try to stop her?

This is super insane & bordering on headcanon (lol, I warned you), but wouldn't it be amazing if she could have possibly managed to achieve Domain Expansion during her long absence in the manga post-Shibuya? What if it was kept a secret from all? What if as soon as Gojo laid his Six Eyes on her after his unsealing, he knew? What if that's one of the things they were cultivating, planning around, during the time-skip? Could it have offensive abilities involving her voice, like a siren? Like maybe she can make the enemy do her bidding or de-buff them? What if it's the opposite & instead has healing/buffing abilities? Any ally inside it would be in a state of max HP? Now, whether she would use it to actually heal Gojo or in combat, who knows.

I once read a wonderful one-shot fic in which Utahime achieved DE by finally accepting everything about herself, which included her suppressed feelings for Gojo. I know it's fully delulu but do we really know Utahime's full abilities? How is she a Semi-Grade 1 sorcerer if she can only buff (unless her CT is seen as good enough to warrant the rank)? Come on, Gege, stop wasting her character potential.

Remember that Sukuna still hasn't been taught about love? Based on Yorozu's version of it, his idea of love is to become vulnerable enough to connect with others & not feel lonely anymore by being defeated in battle; basically, get humbled, lol. He thought only Gojo could teach him how to overcome the barrier between himself & others deemed weak. But how would that be now, if Gojo's possibly in a state of limbo? (Is it another hint to his return?) The only other people that could possibly teach Sukuna are pure-hearted souls like Yuuji or Yuuta, the latter whom has also experienced romantic love. However, Yuuta just "discarded" his humanity by choosing to become a "monster", so Sukuna may throw that in his face. Taunt him & the other sorcerers for going against their ideals to defeat him.

What if it's not one person, but multiple that will teach Sukuna? Nakama power, y'all. What if Utahime could be one of those? She's the most pure-hearted sorcerer besides Yuuji. Her love for her students, helping Gojo whenever he asked despite her "hate" towards him, her not getting that Mei was asking for money to promote her in S2E1 (and Mei didn't even push it as if knowing Uta would never agree), her not being informed about the assassination attempt on Yuuji at the Goodwill Event by Gakuganji & her students (not even by Gojo, who suspected something), & she wasn't even present at the meeting for the brain switch plan...

It's like Utahime is being protected and/or her comrades know that she would never support all this immorality. She's a selfless person, often seen risking her life or attempting to for others in her little screentime. Not to mention that her CT is literally named after a love song. If romantic love were to be addressed at all in this fight, besides Yuuta, could Utahime play a role there? Her giving her all to help Gojo while Gojo had done his all to protect her during his fight with Sukuna? (You know, since it's still too sus that Sukuna doesn't know about her CT... Gojo entrusted Ijichi, the man he trusts the most, to keep Utahime safe for her ritual...)

I've talked about this image before but I may have discovered something interesting: the Angel Number 3612. Gojo's revival could be on the horizon... I elaborate in this post.

(Shoutout to some other amazing theories out there on Utahime's potential in helping Gojo. As a shrine maiden here & here, or even as Buddha's wife here, for example. These are seeming more & more plausible to me now, since Gege mercilessly threw a wrench at us in 261... I'm coping hard).

Having a plan unrelated to Gojo's revival is still possible. One thing I've seen thrown around is what if Utahime & team will try to stop the merger? If we go with the idea that Utahime has healing abilities for spirits, could it be that she could help restore Tengen's soul or something, like at least bring her back to her previous state before Kenjaku took over? Help her regain consciousness if she lost it? (FULL DELULU, I KNOW).

FINAL THOUGHTS:

Utahime's only a minor side character, I know that 😮‍💨. Her having such an important role & any other formidable abilities may seem like a reach, but at this point, I need something to hold onto. I don't wanna lose hope like several others have. It's hard but... As long as it's not 100% confirmed that Gojo's dead, then there is still hope... There's still so much we don't know... His choice of north & south is still up in the air, his answer to Geto's old question, his reaction to everything that happened during his time in the Prism Realm, what happened in the Prism Realm, what he did during the one month time-skip... Gege, come on...

The fact Sukuna still doesn't know about Utahime's CT is something I can hold onto, right? I will ride this wave until it crashes onshore.

[chikoyama]

Liar, Chiyori casually thought to herself as she listened to her senpai’s words, amber hues carefully scanning over each of the other’s features — brown hair, big eyes, clear skin, perhaps a bit sleep-deprived, but so what?

Why Shoko-senpai would state such bleak things about herself, Chiyori couldn’t fathom. Besides, Shoko-senpai was only a few years her senior. Quite some time until wrinkles and grey strands would start growing, Chiyori thought.

Even then, she doubted it’d make Shoko-senpai appear less lovely. “A crown of flowers would pale in comparison,” the younger student countered simply, face relaxing into a reassuring smile. Now, that would be the truth.

@chikoyama wrote:

Huh? Eyelids squeezed shut as Shoko-senpai’s hand reached over to pinch something behind her ear. It was thin and straw-like, almost like the tip of it could poke her skin if the other wasn’t careful. Like a stem. Chiyori fluttered her eyes open again. She reached up, fingers gingerly brushing over soft petals. Aah, a flower! With ease, the younger girl let her hand fall back to place. “Aah, does it look cute, senpai?” A warm smile spread. “You should put a flower in your hair too.” Yeah, Shoko-senpai would definitely look pretty with a flower in her hair too, she thought.

More often than not, Shoko found herself offering only most rudimentary care to the students. Patch up scraped knees and elbows, put together broken bones, stitch up pierced lungs and ruptured livers. Beyond that, she didn't interfere. No time, no heart. If you don't get used to them, the loss doesn't hit as much.

"You look cute, the flower just suits you." She corrected, mirroring girl's smile somewhat despite herself. This one, she couldn't help but care, but worry about. "Not even a crown of flowers could help this face though anymore, I'm afraid."

[huntershowl-moving]

‘you never said I had to play fair.’ (from student satoru!)

❝ OH, FUCK OFF. ❞ THE WORDS come out a petulant snarl from where infinity holds her in place, right behind satoru at the end of their obstacle course. she throws herself at the border, shoulder-first like a battering ram, just to make her dissatisfaction crystal clear. when he drops it, she stumbles, fwumps to the ground, and rolls onto her back just to shoot a glare at him.

❝ you piece of shit — you're such a bastard! i would've won that easily if you hadn't cheated. ❞