#yuji ‘I regret everything’ Itadori

[ghxst-bird]

Prompt:

Swallowing “Sukuna’s” finger is a great way of omitting the fact that— well, strictly speaking… there is no Sukuna. There’s only Yuji. And, sure, he’s still getting the hang of this whole reincarnation thing, and he’s definitely happy he’s getting his powers back, but… dang it, his reincarnation his making him all soft and mushy inside! And at the rate those sorcerers are going, they’ll all be dead within the next two years if he doesn’t do something about it!

Now he’s just gotta figure out how to make everyone believe he is not, in fact, the King of Curses, and simply his unfortunate and totally gullible vessel…

[leyiorr]

☆ HYPEHOUSE INMATES!

⟢ itadori yn. a business and management major. she has three younger brothers who she adores and spends a lot of time with. choso is her only biological sibling, but after their mother married jin itadori, their last names changed from kamo to itadori and they gained two new brothers. her mother often asks forces her to help out in the bakery she owns, and she has plans for her daughter to take over it in the future, hence yn's major. lives with her two brothers choso and ryomen in a house that's closer to their uni, though they come back to visit during the holidays.

⟢ utahime iori. a criminology major. she lives with yuki in a shared apartment, and yn often crashes there if she can't be bothered to go home. hime loves anything to do with crime docs and horror movies; thankfully her two best friends are more than happy to indulge. has never been in love or in a relationship, and is thus very bitter to anyone who is in a happy relationship.

⟢ tsukumo yuki. a biochemistry major. she possibly, maybe, totally regrets her major just because she loses sleep with the amount of assignments her professor gives her. lives with hime; likes to draw in her spare time. yn is her favourite person to drink with because they're both heavyweights and hold very competitive drinking competitions.

⟢ itadori ryomen. a history major. surprising, actually, but he enjoys learning about past events. otherwise known as sukuna. upholds the tradition of going to the gym every saturday morning as he did with yuji back home and expects him to do the same (he does). though he doesn't show it outwardly, he's very grateful to his siblings for never judging his short fuse and sharp tongue, they love him all the same. lives with yn and choso, which is both the worst and best decision he's ever made. shows his love by being protective.

⟢ itadori choso. a physics major, but is simply getting his qualifications so he can open a tattoo parlour, in which yuji promises to be his first client. he's the second youngest and loves his siblings wholeheartedly; he's known for being unable to say no to anything they ask of him. yn is very important to him not only as his biological sister, but also as a constant support system he had throughout their mother's last awful relationship. in the process of convincing his siblings to get matching tattoos with him. lives with yn and ryomen.

⟢ itadori yuji. in his final year of college. he is the youngest of his siblings and is very attached to them. has a passion for basketball that he hopes will get get him a scholarship into the same uni as his siblings so he can live with them. he cried when each of his siblings left home to be closer to uni. the troublemaker of the family, and his partner in crime is usually yn. makes sure to text his siblings daily, whenever he gets the chance, and loves that they're always willing to drop everything to come and see one of his matches.

notes: all the images were sourced from pinterest and are just used for the aesthetics!

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[inherdaze]

heaven surrounds you — yuji itadori

angel yuji x f reader

fluff, strangers to lovers, human/nonhuman, slowish burn

8k words

summary: yuuji, your guardian angel, flirts with the idea of breaking heaven's law to be with you.

Yuji lies, draped at the feet of God. 

He presents himself in front of a being that he, along with other angels, cannot ever describe through any human language. 

He knows what he’s here for. There’s no use in hiding it– he’s in front of God. And even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t feel the need to hide it anyway. He’ll plead guilty for days on end, knowing what he’s done. No one should beg for forgiveness, for simply loving you. 

He loves you. 

A voice, a loud but gentle voice, reaches down and into Yuji’s ears. It’s like it comes from inside of his head. No other angel or being that walks the earth can hear it, except for him. 

“Yuji,” It rings. It nearly lulls him to sleep. “You know what you’re here for.”

“Yes,” He whispers out. 

God does not have a face. And if it does, Yuji has never seen it. But God has a voice, and Yuji thinks that God is smiling right now, just by the sound. It’s soothing, makes him feel better about the punishment he’s about to receive. He doesn’t know what God will make him face in light of loving you, but he doesn’t mind. He’ll greet it with open arms. He’ll never regret what he feels for you. 

Devotion. It’s all about his devotion to you. 

Yuji lets his eyes slip shut, feels as if the warmth of heaven suffocates him slowly, invading all his senses and clouding his mind. All his memories, all his knowledge- it unravels slowly, like a ball of yarn spilling from its place and undoing itself. He’s losing more and more of it, the thin material slipping right out of his very fingers, but at the very end, he sees you. 

You don’t slip away. 

He is everywhere, that boy with pink hair. 

You don’t know his name– you’re always too shy or shaken up to ask, but he’s always there. He’s behind you in the grocery line when you find you’re just a little too short to pay for everything, so he covers the rest of it for you. He’s there when your car gets stuck in the snow, using all his strength to help you push it (his strength is inhuman, you find out). He’s there to offer you a bandaid when your finger catches on a piece of metal on the subway, there when you spill a drink all over yourself and stain your white shirt at the diner- he’s the one who saves the day, as always, giving you his jacket to cover up. He was the waiter passing by. 

You’re in front of the same diner now, his jacket folded neatly in your hands, carrying the scent of fresh lavender. You washed it with the intention to return it to him as soon as possible, and perhaps, catch his name, talk to him a little bit. 

When you step in and greet the hostess, who is quick to get you seated, you blurt out a weak Wait! and she freezes in her tracks. 

“I’m only here to return this,” You start sheepishly, holding the jacket up. “I didn’t get the waiter’s name, but, he’s really tall and… he has pink hair. I think he’s got some beauty marks under his eyes, too,” Your voice shakes from embarrassment, “That’s all I remember.”

The hostess eyes you carefully. “No one that works here has pink hair, I’m sorry.”

“N-No?” You repeat, feeling your inner hope crumble into pieces. You purse your lips and try to think a little harder… maybe it was the lighting that always made his hair come off as pink? Maybe he was actually blond…

But to be pink every time…

“Ah, um- I think he had blond hair, actually, and uh…” You try to recall any other details that could help. 

His necklace.

With every encounter you’ve had with the boy, he was always wearing a dainty gold chain around his neck- it always suited him well, in your opinion. It wasn’t tacky or too flashy, and always neatly tucked into his shirts. 

“He wore a gold chain, I think,” You add impulsively, a little too unsure of yourself. 

“A blond waiter with beauty marks and a gold chain...” She trails off, then looks behind her shoulder to glance over at all the staff working. “I don’t think anyone here fits that description, but I could go and check, if you like.” 

“No! That’s fine, no worries! Maybe he was actually a customer and I just– yeah, yeah that’s all. Thank you so much for your time, though!” 

You’re chirping at her like a frazzled bird, face heating up and heart racing intensely from the embarrassing encounter. It wasn’t that bad, but you had to take a few deep breaths after you settled into your car, recovering. 

Why can’t I find you?

Yuji knows. He knows you’re on the search for him. 

He sees you peeking about, observing every single face you can when you’re out in public. He watches as you try, time and time again, searching through his jacket pockets to find any sort of identification. He saw, and even laughed to himself a little, when you deep cleaned your washer and dryer in hopes that something spilled from the pockets and got lost in the machines. 

No dice. 

He was, quite literally, impossible to find. And he knew that very well– no one could seek him out, he had to be the one to find you. He’s not even human, so you’re just out of luck. 

Or, perhaps you aren’t. 

A few weeks have passed since you tried to find that mysterious boy at the diner, and now that you’ve slowly given up, you’re starting to forget about him. You haven’t seen him around, and you haven’t run into any issues that he could possibly save you from, so both his jacket and your memory of him are tucked far, far away, in the corners of a closet you don’t usually open. 

That is until the plastic bags holding all your snacks from your corner store run rip open, and all of your goodies spill out onto the sidewalk. You huff out an aggravated, tired sigh as you crouch to scoop everything up and fit it all into your arms to your best ability. 

A pair of hands creep into your vision, soft and clean. They wrap around your items on the floor, and for a second, you think this person is going to steal your stuff and run away. 

But you look up, and it's him. It’s that flighty, pink haired boy, beauty marks and gold chain and all. 

“It’s you!” You sputter, so excited that your things fall from your grasp and tumble back onto the pavement, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. “You! The boy! From the diner, and the store, and- and–” 

You’re so excited that you cut yourself off, a big smiling gracing your features, and you feel so elated, so excited and literally overjoyed, just the sight of him being so close to you makes you feel like you’ve swallowed a vial of sunlight. 

Yuji, on the other hand, feels like there are sirens and alarms going off in his head. He’s read about this in a book, he’s sure, and he’s nearly positive that Gojo taught his class what to do in a case like this (which would be considered a worst-case scenario; for you to recognize him). Angels are supposed to make their appearances quick, easy, and harmless. Only a little amount of words should be exchanged, and then they should go, leaving behind no trace for their human to follow. 

Angels are supposed to be in Heaven. Really, Yuji should be in Heaven right now, and instead of him being here to help you scoop everything up, it would’ve been a different stranger, a stranger that Yuji propelled to help you. It shouldn’t be him.

But Yuji has been cast down to Earth by God, claiming it’d be better for him, a more hands-on experience. He can’t go back until the higher ups within the angelic hierarchy decide that Yuji has learned his lesson and is suited to guide and protect from the Heavens. It’s harder when you’re so far away, but he’s been able to catch you in difficult moments now that he’s here, in a somewhat human manifestation of himself. 

His brain goes blank. He remains silent, but flashes you a smile. 

“Uh,” You cough out, surprised by his lack of communication. “Thank you for helping me pick all of this up,” You start, and then Yuji thinks that it counts as a sort of goodbye, so he starts backing away. 

“Wait!” You call out unceremoniously, as if he’s already miles away. “I need… can you help me take all of this stuff back home? And- and I have your jacket, still. It’s… yours. Yeah. And- maybe, since you’ve helped me out so much, you’d be okay with dinner? N-not in a date way, I just… really feel the need to pay you back…”

He’s intrigued, to say the least. He’s never heard someone talk and stutter so much before, besides himself, of course. 

Truthfully, he doesn’t need the jacket. He doesn’t need the dinner, either– he’s not entirely human, so it’s not like he gets hungry. But you need his help, and, well, isn’t that the point of all of this?

“Okay,” He finally lets out, sounding a little robotic before he clears his throat and tries again, “Yeah, of course. I’d be happy to help.” 

You let out a happy hum before guiding him to your apartment, and the entire time that the two of you walk there, he’s quiet. You’re going on and on about how hard you tried to find him, and how it’s so funny that he’s always there whenever you need help. He laughs nervously at that. 

When you ask him about his name, he hesitates for too long. Really, he shouldn’t tell you. He thinks he’s crossing some sort of line– he really shouldn’t tell you. 

But then again, it would be heinous if an angel lied, right? He can’t just lie to you. That would probably be worse than telling you his name, he thinks. 

“Yuji,” He lets out finally, a little too late. “Sorry, I… spaced out. My name is Yuji.” 

“Yuji,” You repeat, giving the name a test trial before you happily give him your name in return. 

I already know, he wants to say.

He’s quiet when you both reach your home, quiet as you cook dinner, quiet as you pad around your cozy little apartment. Though he throws you a soft, appreciative smile when you give him back his jacket. 

This is the most silent he has ever been in his entire life. There’s too much going on in his head, he’s unsure of what to do and of what to say to you, but it feels like he’s only entrenching himself deeper and deeper into his dilemma as he keeps agreeing with you, letting you take the lead. His life as an angel really, really does depend on all of this. If he breaks a rule (God knows how many he’s already broken– literally), this could be his first and last gig. 

Yuji’s broken from his thoughts as you set down a plate of food in front of him; supper, he presumes. 

Yuji has never eaten anything in his life. He’s an angel, a heavenly being, he doesn’t need to eat, drink, take a leak or a dump, doesn’t get hot or cold, doesn’t feel pain. He’s not human, as much as he may look like one. 

And, from your perspective, you just assume he eats slowly. Your eyes are all focused on your plate as you take your fork and eat, missing the way he’s observing your every move to mimic you. 

He takes the fork into his fingers, slowly and sort of clumsily, but is forever thankful that you don’t notice. He’s about to give up and just grip the end of a fork like a child would, wrapping a whole fist around it, but he picks up on it just enough to slide by. 

Yuji has never eaten anything in his life. But as he takes a bite of your food, some of it spilling off his fork and right back onto his plate, he thinks he understands why humans eat so much, disregarding the fact that they need it to survive. 

Your cooking makes him think of a place he’s never been, gives him a feeling he’s truly never felt before. It’s warm– he knows the food is actually warm– but the feeling itself spreads throughout his chest, and it feels like it’s nearly engulfing his heart. It’s almost like he wants to cry, maybe. 

He was created and raised in Heaven, and he has never felt something so, so, so… human. To eat. To enjoy food– to enjoy it enough, to eat more. To feel this warmth, this sort of fullness that’s doing good for his heart. 

Needless to say, he wolfs down his plate (as politely as he can). 

You’re practically over the moon as he shyly asks for seconds, then scarfs it all down quickly before asking if it’s okay to have a little more. And you just nod eagerly, taking his plate and adding some more. Yuji makes a mental note in his head– he really has to tell Megumi and Nobara about how good food is, once he’s back up there. 

The both of you finish up and Yuji finally remembers who he is and what he’s here for. He’s only here to protect you– from afar, of course. Dinner with you made him feel like a housemate, like it was a regular, recurring thing. 

It’s getting darker and he’s trying to inch closer and closer towards the door, telling you how much he needs to get home, thinks he left the kitchen light on by accident. It’s a little fib, he knows, but he cannot risk this for any longer. 

There’s a soft, repetitive pit pat sound that hits your windows, your ceiling, and the walls outside. It’s so gentle that he doesn’t hear it at first, but within seconds, it’s pouring. It’s so rambunctious, it’s like there’s hundreds of people throwing rocks at your building, and when you peek out your window to see how bad the rain is, the street is flooded. 

You pull back from the window, looking at Yuji sheepishly. “It’s really bad out there, so, if you want… I mean… you can stay until the rain passes…. I’d hate for you to get caught out there.” 

His eyebrows raise. 

Is this a test? Is it all a test? 

The timing seems a little too coincidental, and if he could, Yuji’d look up at your ceiling (imagining it was God) and give a proper scowl. 

He has a difficult time declining all your offers as you smoothen out your sofa, draping blankets and pillows all over to make the space more comfortable for him. You do it silently, eagerly, excited to treat someone who has saved you so many times. He senses it from you, your genuine hospitality and kindness.

It’s getting darker. You can only see the outline of his figure in the living room as you bid him goodnight, tell him to sleep well before you slip into your bedroom. 

While Yuji lays on his back, hands folded beneath his head, he cannot help but think about how much the roles have reversed this time.

Yuji’s confession reaches you in your sleep, through your dreams.

You’re back at the diner. You’re sitting in a booth, Yuji sitting across from you. He’s adorned in a white gown and golden robe, with a soft, circular glow around his head. 

You can’t see yourself, can’t look down at yourself, but you feel a comfortable feeling on your shoulders, your arms. You’re wearing his jacket. 

Yuji smiles to himself, eyes avoiding yours as his fingers fumble with an empty straw wrapper. 

“I have something to tell you,” He starts quietly. 

“Yeah,” You say with disbelief, but your voice comes off as amused. “Yeah. I think you do.” 

He doesn’t say anything after that. What he must tell you has already been conveyed. 

You think, in your dream, that there’s a lot to unpack. But it’s like Yuji communicates with you silently, slipping his words into your mind until you understand. It almost feels like as soon as the dream began to play out in your mind, you already knew of the secret he carried. It’s a deep-seated knowledge that nearly feels like you’ve been born with it. 

The two of you are quiet as your food arrives, as you eat. This time, Yuji doesn’t need to watch and learn from you. He intrinsically knows how to handle a plate, how to eat. 

It’s funny, you think, somewhere in the realm of your dream. It’s funny to see Yuji, an angel, fit a huge burger in between his hands, taking a reckless bite. There’s ketchup at the corner of his lips. He doesn’t move very gracefully for an angel. 

When the two of you are done, he rests his palms on the table and pushes himself up to stand. 

“I have to go now,” He says.  

You want to speak up, want to tell him to wait, to stay. But it’s like your mouth is sealed shut, because you can only hear yourself pleading in your mind for him not to leave as you silently watch him slip into the dark corners of your vision. Your heart aches, because you so desperately want to tell him to stay, even just a little bit longer, but you stay quiet. 

And just like that, he’s gone. He’s left you again. 

The feeling of him leaving shakes you up enough to wake you up. But it’s a peaceful awakening– you're not sweating, gasping, or panicking for air. You simply blink your eyes open, greeted by the rising sun and soft songbirds. He leaves you with a sense of peace and curiosity, as he always has. 

You softly step into your hallway, peeking into the living room, checking if he’s there. 

He is. He’s up and folding all the blankets you gave him the night before, fluffing your pillows and sorting them neatly on the cushions of your couch. 

You make your presence known with a gentle clear of your throat, and he whirls around to meet you. Yuji smiles at you, admiring you in your sleepy state. 

“Good morning.” 

“Morning,” You croak, eyes landing on his dainty little chain. He sees you focusing on it. You both know what it is. 

He’s positive that his message got to you. He coughs and smooths over his shirt before tucking his hands behind himself like a shy schoolboy. 

“I have to go now,” He says, again. 

This isn’t your dream. This isn’t your dream, so you will yourself to move forward and speak, because you know that you will likely never see him again like this if you let him leave. 

It’s a selfish, selfish thing. A human thing.

“You can’t,” You start, reaching forward to hold his arm, but a sudden fear strikes your heart and you let your hand fall. You’re not sure if you can touch him. Yuji’s gaze softens when he sees it. 

“I must,” He says simply, though he doesn’t move. He watches your features wash over with some sort of grief, a sort of longing as if he’s already gone, like you’re letting yourself feel it now so that you don’t have to face it later. 

“Yuji,” You start again, voice so gentle and tender. The tone of it makes him freeze up, makes him reminiscent of something he has only felt in Heaven. The way you say his name brings him a feeling of prayer, somehow sounding so similar to an angel's whisper of Dear God. 

“Stay,” You plead softly. 

“Watch over me.” A prayer, he thinks again. 

Yuji finds that he cannot deny your request. He is, after all, here on Earth for the sole purpose of protecting you.  

Living with Yuji by your side is like raising a toddler. It’s teaching him how technology works, telling him the stove is hot, showing him how to use different kitchen utensils. And in return, you learn from him as well. You see light in his eyes, feel kindness from his heart, tenderness in the entirety of his being that is pure, untouched by humanity. He has no hidden motives. There’s nothing that he must keep from you. He’s unabashedly expressive and warm and like a beam of light that resides next to you on your creaky couch. 

You give him little lessons about the human world. He shows you unadulterated warmth.

Yuji is filled to the brim with curiosity, and sometimes, you’re nervous that he may burst at the seams. His wonder has a chokehold on him, and on you, too. Everywhere that you take him, he’s pointing things out, asking what certain ads and newspapers and commercials mean. He’s a stranger to pop culture, to history, to the world climate. 

You ask him, one day– only slightly irritated by his pestering nature– how come he doesn’t know any of this. You thought that angels may be just as all-knowing as God is; how is it that he has been assigned to keep a human safe, with little to no knowledge on the world a human lives in? 

His answer comes out sheepish, almost ashamed. He plays with his napkin, folding it over and pressing it flat. “In Heaven, there’s kinda this idea that- that–” He cuts himself off, biting the inside of his cheek as his hands freeze their movements, like his mind is recalculating. 

“There’s this idea that humans live in a tainted world. There is no benefit from learning about it, and I think… I think some angels are afraid that if we learn about it, we will bring that poisoned world into Heaven.” 

You only hum in acknowledgment, in understanding. Your heart softens like water being poured over dry, packed up soil, and you feel something unfurl within you. A want, or perhaps more of a need, to show Yuji that mortal life is not all that bad, is planted in you. And despite the obvious gap between you two– a heavenly being and a human, sinful by nature– you’re sure that maybe you can be his beam of light, too. 

And so, with your tender heart, you let Yuji pester and question you all he wants. You let him point out things very obviously (and maybe a little bit embarrassingly) out in public, let him peer over your shoulder as you read the news, let him catch up on documentaries and shows that inherently teach him more about the world while you’re gone at work, thus letting him get ahead of you. And when he’s apologetic, you tell him it’s okay, and then the both of you play the media from start to finish again. He never gets tired. Never of the world, of learning, of you.

Yuji has learned a plethora of things during his stay with you. Through reading, watching, observing– he’s learned slang, history, gestures, culture; but above all, he has learned that he does not know what love is. 

Yuji thought that he knew what love is like. Angels feel love, but it’s different from what he’s seen ever since he came down to earth. 

The love that angels carry is the kind that is unwavering, it never dies out, though it is not as intense as the love that Yuji has begun to see. It’s a feeling that every single angel is innately born with– a love for humanity, a love for God. There are no intimate ties or pretty feelings, but it is a love that is known, like an unspoken law. He feels love for you, feels love for people; wants to protect you, guide others, keep everyone safe and keep the peace. That’s what Yuji calls love. 

But as Yuji becomes more familiar with human nature and behavior, he cannot help but feel like he’s clueless when it comes to love. He sees relationships, family, small acts of what he thinks is real love occurring between them. 

He sees people splitting food in half and into sections to share with others. He sees people with matching bracelets, rings, necklaces. He sees people translating what others are saying so that their loved one can understand. He sees people linking pinkies, sees people on the subway whispering to each other and snickering to themselves, sees children clinging onto their parents. He sees people splayed out on the grass, surrounded by blankets and baskets and plenty of food. He sees true, real, love. 

Yuji learns, through time, that he doesn’t know love. Not up close and personal, anyway. He hasn’t felt it, and he knows surely that his love for humanity is not the same type of love that people share amongst the ones they know. It’s different. 

So at every waking moment, Yuji tries to see if there is love in the things you do. He watches when you cook, thinks if you’re chopping up the vegetables with love. When you laugh at one of his questions, he wonders if there is love behind it. When you read a book and lean over to him, pointing to a specific line that you think he would like, he wonders, is that love? In the mornings, as he spots the little sticky notes and instructions that you leave for him on the fridge, he asks himself if it is an act of love. There’s a dull itch that resides somewhere in his chest– somewhere that he struggles pinpointing himself– an itch that yearns to know how you love. 

He wants to know, and he wants to try. 

One evening, after you’ve finished making dinner, the two of you sit across from each other as you eat. Yuji keeps throwing you glances as you munch quietly before leaning over the table and bringing his plate over yours. 

Wordlessly, he uses his fork to push some of his food onto your plate. 

You freeze, eyes overlooking him. 

“Are… are you full?”

He shakes his head before eating more food from his plate. “No. I can’t get full.” 

“Then… what’s… what’s this about?”

“I wanted to share with you.” 

“Share with me?”

“Yeah.”

You’re utterly confused, eyes flittering from your plate and back up to his face over and over again. He isn’t suppressing a laugh, he doesn’t look guilty as if he’s pulling a funny little prank like the ones he’s seen on your social media.

“There’s more food in the pan, Yuji,” You start, “You didn’t have to give me yours. There’s plenty left… I could’ve gotten some myself.” 

You’re missing the point, he thinks. 

You clear your throat. “Did you… not like it?” 

“No!” He bursts, leaning over the table again, hand reaching out only slightly as if you’ll dissolve away within a matter of seconds. “No– no, I mean, I did like it– I just thought I could share. I thought sharing was nice. A nice thing to do.” 

He wants to tell you that he thinks sharing is an act of love, but he bites his tongue and sinks back into his chair. 

You smile softly at his words, then give a little hum. 

“Thank you, Yuji.” 

He looks at you from beneath his lashes, catches the sight of you eating the food that came from his plate. And although his plan didn’t go exactly how he wanted, and the message flew over your head, he thinks this is enough. 

You and Yuji spend a rainy night inside watching movies and trying out new shows. 

The thunder outside is a little muffled as you pick a show, tossing the remote somewhere onto the couch cushion next to you. The entire apartment is dark, save for the flash of lights and images on the TV screen. 

The show starts off strong– it introduces the main character, then within a few minutes, shows the character going out for a spunky night and, of course, escalates into a sex scene. 

You feel like you’re 16 and watching an explicit scene with your parents. Your eyes avoid the screen and you cough, making it obvious that you’re searching for the remote somewhere in the dark, muttering something about how in-your-face the show is. 

But when you glance at Yuji, he’s focused on the screen, confusion and maybe even a little bit of discomfort on his face. He’s quiet, splotches of dark blues and reds reflecting across his face until he finally speaks up, voice soft, “That’s not out of love, is it?” 

You turn back to face the screen, eyes locking on one of the characters writhing on the bed. 

“Um,” You start, evaluating the situation. “No. It’s- it’s not out of love.” 

He gives a gentle hum with a nod before falling quiet again. 

You sound far away as you laugh nervously and catch the remote in your hands, fast forwarding the scene till it’s over. The images become blurry to Yuji as he unfocuses, mind caught up in the act of doing things without love being the motive. There’s a newfound awareness that resides in his mind, in his heart, that there are so many things out there that might be lacking love. 

He refrains from looking towards you. 

He doesn’t want to think about it anymore.

Yuji denied it at first. But God is all-knowing, all-seeing. 

Yuji loved you just as much as he loved anyone else– he loved everyone. Yet, as the two of you spent more time together, there was just something that rested heavy in the back of his mind that he could not come to terms with. He thought he never would. He thought, maybe, if he tried hard enough, that God would not make him face it either.

It was a feeling. A feeling that grew from that one particular itch in his chest– a feeling that followed him around, crept down his back, up around his neck and mouth until he was at a loss for words whenever he looked at you. 

He knew he was in trouble when he spotted his friend, tousled black hair and small golden chain circling around his wrist at the grocery store. Fate is unstoppable. 

You had asked Yuji to come grocery shopping with you so that he could pick out what he wanted to eat for the week. He couldn't do anything but agree. But, Yuji thinks that even if he had disagreed, Megumi still would've found him.

While you're looking over your rumpled little grocery list, Yuji swallows the lump in his throat so that his nervousness doesn’t seep through his voice. “How ‘bout I, uh, go get the things I want real quick? I’ll meet you back in the produce section.”

There’s a short silence as you look up from your list and into his eyes, registering what he said. He cuts you off before you can even start, “I won’t take long.” 

I’ll come back, I promise.

He thinks he played it off smooth, thinks you won’t notice the way his finger is strung onto his golden chain as he drags it back and forth. You’ve never seen him touch his ‘halo’, ever. You know him too well at this point, and even coming to terms with that fact has your chest swelling with something unspeakable. 

“Okay,” Is all you say, soft and tender like you want to tell him you hope he’s okay. Just the tone of your voice has him short circuiting, hesitating to step back and leave you all alone in front of the chips display.

He lingers for a moment, eyes full with an emotion you think might be similar to what blooms in your ribcage. And then he’s backing away, turning around to head off and fetch what he wants, and even though he’s only walking away from you in a grocery store, you can’t help but feel like there’s something more to it. He’s bound to walk away at some point. As you push your cart to the pasta aisle, you really think about how he has been crafted by God and you are not the match for him. 

Yuji approaches Megumi a few aisles down, knowing he’d trail off there– an angel’s intuition. He walks towards him with a sort of drag in his step.

“Hey, Megs,” He starts casually, eyeing the boy in human form. Yuji's lips quirk up as he reads over Megumi’s t-shirt. 

“Didn’t know you, uh, liked The Cure.” 

Megumi clenches his jaw.

“You need to come back.”

Yuji tries playing dumb, eyes scanning over the shelves of food like he’s going to pick something out, like Megumi is an old college friend he happened to cross paths with in the store, like there’s no deeper meaning to the situation. He tries to play dumb like a human does. Megumi thinks, for a second, that Yuji does play the role of a human pretty well.

He wouldn't ever tell him that, though.

“Come back?” Yuji asks lightheartedly, as if the sight of Megumi and his greeting sentence didn't make him feel scared for his life.

It would be one thing if God confronted Yuji on a one-on-one basis. If God were to be the first to move its chess piece, waiting for the move Yuji will make in return. 

But God is peering down at Yuji from the other side of the chessboard, beckoning him to start the play. It’s all in Yuji’s hands, now. 

Yuji now knows that his inner dilemma regarding you has been cast out into Heaven like it’s some sort of soap opera, similar to the ones he watches with you. He’d feel much better if only God knew- but Megumi knows. And if Megumi knows, then so does Nobara. And if the both of them know, then it’s more than likely that every angel he’s ever brushed past is aware of the situation. 

He knows that Megumi has come to save him out of fear. It was Megumi’s choice to touch down on the Earth and track down his best friend to save him before it was too late. And the thought of that, too, made Yuji feel something he’s not sure he’s ever felt before– queasy. 

Like heavy goop spun in the center of his stomach slowly, tantalizingly. 

“You’ve been here for far too long,” Megumi starts, eyes narrowing, “In that place for too long.”

“Place?” Yuji snips back, expression ridden with irritation as Megumi lets the words leave his lips with only a little bit of disgust. 

“It’s not just some place, Megs,” Yuji defends. 

“It’s my—” Home.

“Your what?” His friend pushes, eyebrows raising to encourage him. He knows that once Yuji says it, his fate is sealed and he’d be pulled away from you forever.

“It’s nothing,” he quickly decides, retracting from his previous statement as his attitude dissolves. “I’ll go back, soon.”

“Soon.”

“Yes, soon,” Yuji says exasperatedly, tired of Megumi pushing him into a confession that would change both your life and his. “I’m going back,” he repeats to reassure Megumi, and maybe to reassure himself as well. If he were to be honest, he hadn’t really thought about when he’d head back to Heaven. He never thought about it after you had asked him to stay.

“Okay,” Megumi says with hesitance, like he doesn’t believe his friend. 

And out of spite, he adds, “Don’t go falling for that– that human, Yuji. Come back home.”

Megumi turns on his heel and walks away, rounding the corner of the aisle, and as much as Yuji wants to follow after him and give him the lecture of his life– the they’re different lecture– he knows the boy is already gone. If he wanted to track him down, he’d have to chase him down in Heaven. 

At home. 

Yuji mentally reminds himself where his home is, where it’s always been, but his heart knows better. 

When he catches up with you, seeking you out in the produce section, a sudden feeling of serenity washes over him, gently and slowly as his eyes focus on you. He gets the feeling that it’s okay– it’s okay that God knows, that Megumi knows, that the entirety of Heaven knows that he has overstayed his welcome. Because although the Earth may reject him, and the Heavens will pull with tooth and nail to get him back, you will always be there. You’ll be there– waiting in the produce aisle, picking veggies. You’ll be at home, cooking up something he mentioned he liked. You’ll be at the bookshop, sorting out different books you think might help him in understanding the human world a little more. 

Perhaps, you’ll be there, welcoming him with love?

You bring him back to Earth with a soft little hey, almost like you’re shy. Yuji thinks that he can think about all of that later. For now, he can focus on you. He dumps all of the things he said he’d get into the cart as he tries to smoothly, flirtatiously shoot out a “Hey yourself.” 

It makes you laugh. Quietly, given that the both of you are in the middle of the store, but you laugh. 

And, Yeah, Yuji thinks. Maybe you’ll be there to greet him with love.

Time is running out, and Yuji is getting desperate. 

He knows that he doesn’t have an actual time limit, knows that there is no specific hour and minute that he must go back to Heaven– but he knows that the longer he drags this out, the more painful his punishment will be. He has strayed from God’s word, from his original purpose, as now his entire life revolves around you, and more recently, loving you. 

The boy is torn. 

Day in and day out, he shows his love to you in ways he thinks you’ll understand. He’s learned enough from his little observations to try and practice, to convey his feelings for you. His heart is set on you. All he wants is to make that clear. 

He’d like to hold your hand more often– and not just when you’re guiding him through a crowd, or leading him to a store. He wants to hold your hand simply because he can. Wants to hold your hand on the couch, in the subway, across the dinner table. And he does. He’s shy at first, looking at you for any sign of discomfort, but he gets his green light and holds your hand. Whenever. Just because he can. Because he wants to. 

He shares his food with you (again). Helps you comb your hair. Tries to help you pick which outfit you should wear for a picnic. Offers to carry you when your feet get tired from all that walking and exploring (you’re too shy to take up the offer, so instead, you lean against him completely as you walk and he steadies you). Wipes the crumbs off your lips. Sometimes, he even thinks about picking them off with his own lips– or maybe his tongue? Eats the candy you don’t like, so that you don't have to toss it all away and waste it. Holds both of your hands between his hands when they're cold. Helps you put lotion on your back on the days that you’re especially tired and don't wanna reach. His face gets warm as he does this, your bare back exposed to him as you press a towel to your front and wrap one around your lower body. Gives you space when you ask, and bundles up with you on the couch if you ask. 

With every single one of these things, he’s telling you that he loves you. And at first, as he became more responsive, open and touchy, you thought your mind was only playing tricks on you. You thought that he was only mimicking what he saw on TV and what he learned about the world. You only thought he was doing these things to appear more human. 

But, he just is. He’s human– or, almost human. He wants to be human enough to be with you. 

You realize this tonight, as he helps you brush your hair out after a shower. You were already tired from a stressful day at work, and as you arrived home to Yuji you mumbled that you'd skip dinner and just go to sleep. But he caught you before you could dive into the comfort of your bed, pulling you closer into him as he mumbled into your hair to let him help you take care of yourself. 

You were drained, nearly falling asleep in the shower as the warm water kissed your skin, lulling you. It took forever to move– to scrub, to rinse, to clean your hair. A tired part of your heart wanted to ask Yuji for help, but a sensible corner of your mind told you that you probably shouldn't. 

Not that you were uncomfortable with the idea, but a part of you was nervous– what would he say, what would he think? Would he think you’re showing him a tainted world, trying to muddle his light by asking him to step in and help? To let this angel see you undressed, touch your bare skin, let you slump against him in the heat. 

Lazily, you managed to get clean and turn off the shower. 

Yuji hears your muffled voice call for him from the bathroom. He’s a little nervous, perhaps the good kind of nervous, as he approaches the bathroom. 

You open the door and it's a little foggy, the heat clouding you both and giving you a little bit of a glow. You smile sheepishly up at him and he can only blush back, a warm feeling sneaking up his spine, over his shoulders and down his chest. 

“Can you…” You start, gesturing towards the bottle of pretty scented lotion on the bathroom counter. “Can you help me? And… my hair, too…” 

You sound so sleepy. Yuji just wants to wrap you up in his arms and sleep beside you. 

He sits you down on the toilet, warming up the cream between his hands before running his palms down your arms, around your shoulders. He notices your towel dropping lower and lower down your chest and makes sure not to look. 

He sits on his knees and kneads the lotion onto your legs, making you laugh when he slathers it all over your feet. You apologize for giggling and twitching but then playfully remind him You’re my angel after all, you must look over me. It's not a demand, only some gentle banter, but Yuji thinks (and is too nervous to voice) that he would take care of you regardless. Angel, human, demon– he would watch over you time and time again. 

You get up and turn around so that he can help moisturize as much of your upper back as he can, swallowing nervously as your towel slips lower and lower. And before it can travel dangerously low, before he thinks he feels his temperature rising, before he can comment on just exactly how hot the bathroom is (which would be a first– he’s not very sensitive to temperature) you’re weakly skipping into your room to slip on some pajamas. 

You're not gone for long, coming back so he can help you with your hair. 

The mirror starts clearing up, steam fading away as he carefully runs a comb through the damp strands, careful to not yank on your head and to make sure the bristles don't bite at your ears. You’re reading the back of soap bottle label to keep your thoughts occupied, to keep you from thinking about how nice this is, to keep you from thinking about how much you love this, how much you love him— 

Yuji quietly announces that he’s finished, and out of some newfound courage, he circles around to face you and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

The both of you freeze, the moment feeling far too intimate and normal and right, like the two of you belong together. 

He steps back, sort of dumbfounded by his own actions, opening his mouth to apologize. He tries to come up with an excuse fast, thinks of playing dumb and telling you he saw it in a movie and thought maybe he should try, as if he doesn't know the meaning behind such an action.

But you only smile bashfully at him, take his hand in yours, and tell him, “Let’s go sleep.” 

After all, you knew that he knew what it meant.

It’s the first time that Yuji has ever laid in the same bed as you, and it pains him. It pains him because you look so comfortable, clinging onto his arm, and he knows he cannot stay. His little silent love confession earlier had spoken for itself. He knows he can't push it off for any longer, knows that he must reap what he sows. Carefully, he pries you off of himself, stopping his movement for a moment to get one last look at you. And he thinks, well, it wouldn't hurt to do it one more time, right? Since he’s going to face punishment, may as well do it anyway. 

Yuji smiles at your sleeping form, leans forward, and kisses the top of your forehead. His voice is cracked and dry as he weakly mutters an I love you against your skin, another confession that’ll reach you in your dream tonight. 

He makes his way out of your bedroom and plants himself in the living room, in front of the couch. Yuji kneels, elbows resting on the couch cushions as he shuts his eyes and prays. He prays, and prays, and prays– and then he’s gone. 

The living room is quiet, and empty. You’re alone in your apartment again.

And Yuji lies, draped at the feet of God. 

Yuji confesses, unabashedly, to his creator. 

He loves you. He loves you in the way that humans do. He tells God nervously that he loves you in a way that he’s not sure he’s supposed to, but he does, anyway. 

And through confession, God is forgiving. 

Yuji's not sure what’s going to happen. Truthfully, he doesn’t want to know. He doesn't want to think about it– about his actions, about God, about what’s coming for him. Even if and when (he suspects) he faces pain, he just wants to think about you. 

His mind feels muddy and weird and every single memory he has becomes warbled, and he's grabbing at his hair and cradling his head at the feet of God. He’s not sure what's happening, and then, he’s not exactly sure where he is. But his silent wish is granted, because as all these things he knows start fading away, he sees you clearly. He sees you, you, and you, and his heart feels so happy. And he stays happy, even as he feels like he’s tripping and spiraling into some sort of darkness. 

It’s dark. He’s quiet. He’s asleep.

Yuji wakes but doesn't open his eyes, tries to think about what's going on. There are clear images and memories of you upfront in his mind, but all of his other memories seem distant and hard to grasp, like an oncoming sneeze that never releases. Flashes of light, of people he thinks he knows… he’s not sure. Scruffy black hair, short and smooth orange hair. Robes, gowns, soft cushioning on the ground that nearly feels like clouds….. he can't put his finger on it.

When he opens his eyes, he’s laying on a couch in a living room. Your living room, he realizes. He scrambles to get up, to situate himself, and when he sees you sleepily creep out of your room, he dashes towards you. 

Within seconds, his hands are all over you, awkward and clumsy, unsure of where to stay until you guide them to cup your cheeks. His lips are on yours, and he’s leaning into you so intensely that you have to grab onto his biceps to balance yourself. You sigh into the kiss, happily so. 

Everything clicks for him. He knows he’s meant to be here. He’s got this faded idea, some faded memory that regards him being different than you, but he wastes no time to dwell on it now. He can think and talk about it later.

You kiss, and kiss, and kiss, and then kiss some more. He’s devouring you– kissing you slow, then kissing you fast, then peppering kisses all over your face. He’s no longer afraid to try out everything he’s seen. 

When he finally pulls away to let the both of you breathe (for some reason, he feels his lungs begging for air– an unfamiliar feeling) you laugh shakily, on the verge of asking him heaps of questions. 

But then his stomach rumbles. It rumbles, something that you're sure has never happened before, and Yuji says so naturally like he’s felt it his whole entire life, “God– I’m so hungry.” 

The two of you cook, then eat, then kiss some more. He gets up a few times to pee. Later on, he burps shyly into his curled up hand. He tells you he’s a little cold, asks you to come over and let him hold you (for the sake of warming up). 

And you know– you know, with all your heart, that he’s yours. He’s yours for forever, for however long the two of you will live. 

Later on that night, you thank the Heavens.

[smiley1angry]

Warnings: English is not my first language so excuse my grammar mistakes

Trigger warning: mention of pregnancy, mention of death, little angst , a little age gap

Contains : this is a modern au where Sukuna is a sorcerer in Jujutsu High

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡

The moonlight peaked out of the curtains in the big shared bedroom. The tv was on silent only the screen was on, a romantic movie of course, that’s why it was on mute, he hated the sloppy and lovely dovely scenes and monologues. His big muscled body was laid on the soft mattress shirtless ,only having a thin blanket on his waist. The man hummed in curiosity, he stared at his wife who was currently laying aganist his side while she held a laptop on her lap.

“Oh! I remember this one!” she pointed at the screen where an old high school picture popped up, it was her on the picture and other three classmates of hers “ After taking this picture I met you and your… brother “ she mumbled the last part slowly turning around her head back to see the male’s reaction to the mention of his brother but her husband just gave her a nod go continue.

“You just returned from your mission with Jin. I have only heard of you by that time but never really seen you before in person “ the h/c woman began to speak while a light smile appeared on her face “ You weren’t that annoying back then…” the pink haired man remarked making Y/N groan “ I am definitely not annoying! I’m just moody!” she corrected Sukuna and rolled her eyes at the man. “ Same thing”

Back then everything was a bit different especially between them, Y/N was just a student while Sukuna was already a sorcerer by the time. She was young and lively, a bunch of joy, everyone adored her especially her classmates. The other students, Utahime and Mei Mei had warned her about the Itadori twins especially about the older one. Tattoos covered his body and face, piercings in his ear while his face expression wasn’t the friendliest. When that famous picture was taken the twis had just returned from a mission.

Y/N was sitting on a bench with Shoko, both of them having a cigarette between their lips as the boys was already introducing themselves to Jin and Sukuna. The young brother was extremely happy and excited to finally meet the soon to be sorcerers yet Sukuna wasn’t very touched by the moment, he just groaned and rolled his eyes at everything they said especially when Gojo started talking.

Y/N noticed Sukuna’s behavior and it made her curious why he gotta act out of the line when the others was just being friendly “ Hey Shoko… why is that tattooed guy acting so bitchy?” she asked Shoko while puffed out the smoke “ No idea but i would been doing the same if Satoru start yapping…” Shoko replied with a chuckle and both of them continued staring at the group until Sukuna had noticed the eyes on him, he got extremely pissed so he walked over the girl table “ Something got in your eyes princess? Your eyes almost fell out” the man said with a smirk on his lip and stood in front of Y/N crossed arm. “ Actually… yes , a bitch got in my eyes and standing in front of me” she smiled sweetly while and irk mark had popped up on Sukuna’s forehead. And just like that, they always stick together, Y/N loved to annoy him and Sukuna loved making Y/N laugh. At the second meeting they started dating and at the end of the year Sukuna had proposed to Y/N, at the time she was 19 while he 23, yet they could never regret anything.

“ Like I said… you were annoying back then as well” he said with an eye roll as Y/N finished her speech of the past. Sukuna let out a sigh and started stroking her soft hair as a light smile appeared on his lips “ You are just saying this because you were already crazy in love with me!” she laughed and skipped to the other picture, she stopped laughing, she was quite and felt Sukuna’s heartbeat going faster. It was a picture of Sukuna and the 2 years old Yuji laying on the couch , as a fluffy blanket was on the top of both of them.

It was a day after Jin’s funeral, Y/N could see Yuji’s puffy cheek from hours of crying on the picture, Sukuna was in the same state as his nephew, but he stayed strong in front of Yuji, he needed to stay strong. “ I think we should stop…” Y/N suggested and put her laptop on the side so she could turn towards Sukuna slowly stroking his cheek. The man got man by the picture, since Jin’s death he still blame’s himself of everything what happened “ It’s fine… it’s just… pisses me off” Sukuna mutured leaning into her touch “ It wasn’t your fault, Sukuna. You had no choice “ she whispered softly getting on the top of him, sitting in his lap while she slowly stroked his knuckles “ I could’ve save him… that’s was pisses me off the must… yet I choose to save myself instead, I knew Jin wasn’t even close to my level yet… Big brothers always protects their young siblings… but I faild” Sukuna confessed squeezing his fists together and closed his eyes while greeting his teeth “ and now that brat is all alone” he whispered and slowly got up laying Y/N down on the shared bed.

“ Yuji grew up with you just amazing, he loves you and cares for you deeply, Jin was never mad at you and I believe your brother is really proud of you, look at you, Yuji is already 16, a strong kid just like you, a replica of you is on the way, and you have me, since high school “ Y/N chuckled softly and watched as Sukuna during her speech rolled her shirt up and started stroking her 7 months old pregnant belly, at each strokes he got little kicks in answer. The man stayed quiet and focused on her pregnant belly seeing as his son got excited by his affection.

“ You always know how to calm me down aren’t you?” He whispered and laid his head on her chest so she could have a better view of her round belly “ That’s because I know you for such a long time, and you are my everything “ she whispered and kissed his head softly. She slowly closed her eyes and relaxed until his touch. Back then he was a maniac, a crazy lunatic who started unnecessary fights with everyone, but right now he just wants to be enough for his wife and unborn child.

[epickiya722]

You know what, let's talk about it. I have thoughts on 268, specifically the "end" between Yuji and Sukuna.

(Jumping off this post and this one.)

Maybe because I'm a fan of both (with Yuji being overall favorite), but I don't see how anyone can be a Sukuna fan and hate Yuji. Especially after 268.

After everything Sukuna has done to him, Yuji still has empathy for him. He connects with Sukuna while holding him as he (Sukuna) fades away (assumingly, I'll get to that).

The scene does start off like Yuji's final confrontation with Mahito (chapter 132 for reference). Yuji looking down at his enemy in his defeated form, says his name and then "I am you", but in reverse.

To me when Yuji says that "You are me", he's telling Sukuna that they are one in the same, that Sukuna could have been Yuji had he had a different life. He's letting Sukuna to accept that, that he is human just as much as when Yuji told Mahito he is no different from the curse.

With Mahito, Yuji was trying to deny, deny, deny until he accepts that "Yeah, we are the same". That's what he wants Sukuna to do. He wants Sukuna to be the Yuji here.

However, it's to see that Sukuna is human and there's value in living. How you die doesn't matter, it's how you live that does. He wants Sukuna to have that second chance even if Sukuna doesn't deserve it.

Let's be real, out of all the characters it is Yuji who came to understand Sukuna the most, probably even more than Sukuna himself.

And I don't think Yuji just gets that him and Sukuna are one. He also gets that humans and curses are one and as such should the idea of humans and curses coexisting is what he accepts. Yuji is the embodiment of an enlightening.

Visually pleasing, I do like that when Yuji speaks here, he still has his facial injuries, his hair slicked back and even his eyes still have the rings. He looks like his own version of Sukuna here. To me, it brings more meaning to his "You are me" line because the last Sukuna sees isn't just Yuji, but also a different version of himself that he could have been.

And at first, it did seem odd (I'll use that word) that Yuji didn't keep the scars he had from that final fight, but it made sense to me because he does have RCT and most of the Cursed energy he was using did go into his techniques and Domain.

But also, a visual reminder that he is still Yuji.

I think about how some of the fandom sees Yuji as the next Sukuna, but I don't think is ever something the mangaka had planned.

Yes, Yuji Itadori is Ryomen Sukuna and Ryomen Sukuna is Yuji Itadori.

But also, they're not each other.

They're still two different beings, two different individuals. They're opposites just as much as they are alike.

Yuji without his scars that would have made him look like Sukuna is a visual reminder that at the end of the day, he is still him.

He was born with his life already planned for him and now he can live how he wants to because he has value in himself and in living.

Yuji Itadori will always be Yuji Itadori.

Not a cog, not a vessel. But Yuji Itadori.

☆

Rereading the posts I linked above and thinking about how their souls are so intertwined that the other characters had to be careful about their plans around Yuji, I remembered a post I wrote way back when about how "it would be so funny if Yuji was Sukuna reincarnated".

Thinking about all that put together what if Yuji is?

Just hear me out.

Remember when Sukuna said he "doesn't feel anything"? Well, what if Yuji is that "anything"? He's the piece of Sukuna that Sukuna didn't feel, the "humanity and empathy". Sukuna doesn't have to feel, Yuji does it for him.

Yuji is that regret, despair, genuine happiness, concern and other forms of emotions that Sukuna can't bring himself to feel.

Now, I do want to bring up something else. A part of me has a feeling that Sukuna isn't really dead. Technically, with Yuji being him and vice versa, metaphorically he isn't. But also... we didn't actually see him completely disintegrate.

It cuts to Yuji's eyes.

Here, it could be Yuji just watching Sukuna fade away completely in regret. Or could be him being anxious over a decision he may have been about to make and said decision he could have gone through with it.

Maybe he ate what remained of Sukuna just before he was completely gone? Maybe that small piece that was left in his hands?

I know, I know. There's this bit here when Uraume is shattering like an icicle hitting the ground.

But what if that final piece of incarnated piece of Sukuna died when (hypothetically) Yuji ate it?

Just me now! I've said it before plenty of times, but I don't expect anyone to agree with me or even think I'm right about this.

Overall, 268 so far has reminded why Yuji easily is my favorite JJK character. He's compassionate, even when he doesn't have to be. He's a fighter, but not to indulge some enjoyment. It's to help. He will sacrifice physical parts of himself, even his humanity just so he can do his job as a jujutsu sorcerer. He's selfless, a strength and a weakness.

Yuji is just a perfect balance of flaws and strengths that define him that I admire.

[kentuckyfriedmegumi]

i wrote an entire analysis on yuji's and megumi's parallels throughout the series

what i think is interesting regarding megumi's and yuji's characters and how they are made to foil each other is that we see from the beginning how their stories are intertwined. from their very first interactions we see them save each other and that sets off a catalyst in how they save each other throughout the series, which is both selfishly and impulsively.

like we see them act without thought, both acting for their own reasons for why they decide to save each other. yuji's selfishness is different than megumi's though, of course. we see him act in selflessness to the point that it becomes selfishness. he WILL sacrifice himself for the greater good, regardless of those around him that care for him, because he thinks that the only thing that matters for his life is that he saves as many people as he can. this comes from the "curse" placed on him by his grandfather.

however, with megumi's selfishness, it comes from his own desire to live by his standards that he's placed on the world in his own twisted view of life due to his upbringing and life as a sorcerer. megumi doesn't think that everyone deserves to live the way that tsumiki and yuji do, and that's why he admires them so much. but this also ties into his self-imagery issues and how he thinks that he doesn't deserve to walk alongside him. this is where his self-destructive ideas come into play where he thinks that everything is fine as long as he can use mahoraga to save the ones he loves because his life doesn't matter as much as others.

we see this foil/parallel (i know this is an oxymoron, but they ultimately have differing beliefs while still acting in a similar fashion) grow between them throughout the series as the save each other and understand the other's struggles. megumi sees that yuji has gone through something after he's revived in chapter 33:

megumi: “itadori, you okay?” yuuji: “well, it’s a big job but i should be fine.” megumi: “no, something happened, didn’t it?” yuuji: “huh, what are you talking about?”

megumi can tell that something has been/is bothering yuuji, even after his insistence that he’s fine at this point, megumi has lost and mourned yuji, while yuji has lost and is mourning junpei.

there's also the classic scene in chapter 63, after yasohachi bridge where they both realize that yuji being alive means that curses are killing more people:

megumi: “don’t tell him.” yuuji: “hey! don’t tell fushiguro. don’t you dare tell him”

this is another instance of them trying to save each other/carry the other's burden as they act as foils. they both feel they are at fault for the deaths and while megumi doesn't regret it ("i never once regretted saving you"), yuji acts in a way that he feels is deserving of his life (in that he wants to "earn" his life because megumi saved him and he doesn't want it to be for nothing)

then of course we get to shibuya and yuji has his moment of giving up and feeling that he is undeserving of living because of the lives sukuna killed. he has his conversation with todo and he is able to pick himself back up, but he still feels like he needs to make up for every life lost. we see the parallel with megumi here in 256 where he tells yuji that he wants to give up. we expect him to get up right away like yuji did back in shibuya, but sukuna cuts them off and megumi doesn't fight back.

then of course their dynamic comes full circle as they both talk in 266, where yuji is able to relate to megumi in his grief and loss and tells megumi that he understands why he's made his decision. what i think is really beautiful about this chapter is that we probably expected the convo to go similar to yuji's with todo, where it's like "i know you're down now, but we must prevail!!" type stuff. but we don't get that with megumi and yuji because they understand each other at a very basic core level. we see yuji give him the choice to live or die as he tells megumi that he accepts him either way.

yuji and megumi are like yin and yang. they have very different motivations, beliefs, and ideals, but they ultimately work together and find harmony in their differences. i think the way that gege has written the two of them and their characters is really cool and it's that very reason why i'm so miffed that we don't get to see a true conclusion to their dynamic as far as this last chapter goes. i would really REALLY like to see a final, good, emotional conversation between the two of them because they deserve it.

[seniaasaysstuff]

BRAT; Ryomen Sukuna x fem!Itadori Reader. (Soulmate au)

This is a sukuna x fem itadori reader wip. I thought a soulmate au with sukuna possessing you would be an interesting idea haha. It has some cracky undertones.

Yuji is your twin brother but you ate the cursed finger instead.

Would you like to read more of it? Let me know!

Sukuna had been waiting his entire life for you, his soulmate. From the time he learned about soulmates, he was obsessed with the idea of meeting you.

He didn’t quite understand what the words on his wrist meant but he adored him. “Holy fuck you’re hot.” were illuminated on his wrist. He reasoned that maybe it was some other language. He always ran his fingers on the words, tracing them gently whenever he felt sad or angry. It was his only solace in this cruel world.

He didn’t care about the abuse he received from his parents nor did he care about how the villagers treated him.

You were the only thing on his mind. His mind was always wandering around thinking of you. He wondered about what you looked like, how you were doing, if you thought about him as much as he did.

He wished you would just come and save him from the hellish life he was living. He was at a point in his life where he was weak and he wasn’t able to do anything to protect himself.

He trained everyday on his techniques, worked on building muscles and just becoming strong. He got strong and eventually became the strongest sorcerer alive so that he could protect you.

He waited and waited and waited for you to show up one day. But you never showed up. Sukuna felt gutted. He was so filled with grief and sadness that he went mad.

He slaughtered numerous people. It didn’t matter who it was, men or women he killed them all. He didn’t care about the consequences of his actions. He just wanted to meet you.

A time came when he had to be killed. His only regret was that he never got to meet you. His fingers became a cursed object and were sealed away.

In the 21 century, there you were. Itadori y/n, Yuji Itadori’s twin sister.

You were a bubbly child, always happy and just rambling all the time. It didn’t matter who it was, the moment someone talked to you? You went off on tangents about anything and everything. You had never-ending topics and facts and the urge to never shut up.

Your twin, Yuji, was constantly annoyed with your incessant talking but it was also one of the things that he loved about you.

When you found out about soulmates you were amazed by the notion of it. Someone that was going to love you no matter what.

The words written on your wrist were embarrassing and in some ways endearing to you.

The words “I finally found you huh? My brat.” adorned on your wrist. You figured your soulmate was quite a grumpy person that was like an old soul.

You daydreamed about your soulmate all the time. You wondered about what he was like. You eagerly wished to meet him.

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You and Yuji were on your way to the hospital. You both had brought a beautiful bouquet for your Grandpa Saitou. To others he may seem like a rude old man, he literally was but he was so much more than that. He was like your father. He had single-handedly raised you and yuji and loved you both immensely.

You walked inside the hospital room and rushed up to your grandpa Saitou and hugged him. “Grandpa! I missed you.”

Now Grandpa had a soft spot for you. You reminded him of his son, Itadori Jin. Over the years he had fondly spoken about the similarities between you.

“I joined a club with Yuji today!” “Oh really? Tell me all about it.” your grandpa replied with a glint of amusement in his eyes. He was the only one alongside Yuji who loved hearing you talk.

“Yuji? Why am I hearing just now that you joined the occult club?” Grandpa now turned towards Yuji who was placing the flowers in the vase.

“Uh, you know how she is. I am not going to leave her alone.” Yuji shrugged. “This is why I love you yuji!” you fake cried. “Shut up.” He blushed. Grandpa cleared his throat.

“Yuji, you're a strong kid, take care of others, especially her.” Grandpa now turned over and looked at you. “You're the sweetest child and I am proud that I raised you both.”

“Grandpa-why are you saying this?” you stuttered.

“Both of you protect each other no matter what.” Grandpa Saitou spoke and turned over. That was the moment you knew he was dead.

“Grandpa? Grandpa?” Yuji called out.

“Yuji? Is- he de-ad?” your lip quivered. Yuji did not respond, it made you sob. Your legs felt weak and you dropped to the floor. Hot tears were streaming down your face.

Yuji scooped you in his arms and led you out of the hospital room. He sat you down on one of the chairs and let you cry on his shoulder. Yuji also had tears in his eyes, he didn't expect this. Neither of you did.

You were approached by an emo-looking boy with spiky hair. "Yuji Itadori, correct?" The person asked. “You're my soulmate?” Yuji asked, looking dumbfounded.

“This is crazy,” You mumbled. “I’m Fushiguro Megumi. It's nice to finally meet you. I’m from Jujutsu high school. Sorry, but there's no time." He said.

"The cursed object you have is extremely dangerous. Hand it over right away." Megumi spoke. “I don't want you to get hurt,” he added.

"Cursed object?" Itadori asked, confused. You moved to a more secluded area. "This, you have it right?" He asked as he pulled out his phone with a picture of the cursed object.

“Hm?" Itadori looked closer. “Yuji, isn't that the ugly-looking finger?” you questioned.

"Oh yeah! I found it. I don't mind giving it back, but my fellow club members have taken a liking to it." He spoke. "I’d at least like an explanation."

"The majority are the result of negative energy that flows out of people..." Megumi started. “And it's a very dangerous object. I can't risk you getting hurt or other people getting killed.'' Megumi spoke.

“I said that I don't mind it, you can have it.” Yuji handed him the box.“It’s empty? I was just following the taint clinging to the box?” Megumi mumbled.

“Yuji? Where is the finger?” He asked. “It's with our senpais. Actually, they were thinking of removing the talisman tonight.'' Megumi backed away.

“What? Is it bad?” You asked. “Bad? It's worse than bad, they're going to get killed.”

~time skip~

"I just need some cursed energy, right?" you rustled through your pocket and pulled out the finger, and ate it.

“You dumbass. Are you trying to kill yourself?” Yuji yelled at you. “Well if it saves you then i’ll do everything in my power.” you smiled at yuji.

Your entire body convulsed and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You could faintly hear yuji and his soulmate scream for you as you collapsed on the cold floor.

You woke up in a weird dark place that awfully looked like a shrine? And someone was sitting on the throne made up of bones.

You squinted your eyes, “Holy fuck you're hot.” You blurted out then squeaked.

The man chuckled, his voice sounded deep and velvety. “I finally found you huh? My brat.”

“YOU?!!” you shouted.

And just like that, you found your soulmate.

He snapped his fingers and you landed on his lap. “Wow, today is like a trainwreck,” you mumbled.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked, propping his chin on your shoulder. “Well first my grandpa died then my brother found his soulmate and then we heard that our senpais could die because of the old crusty finger so then I ate it and well then I passed out and then I found you?” you animatedly spoke. “Well where did you come from tho?” you asked.

He chuckled again. “I quote ‘The old crusty finger’ That was my finger from my old body that got sealed away.”

“Wait- does that mean you're inside of me?” You asked, feeling confused about the whole situation.

“That sounded so bad.” Sukuna groaned. “But yes I’m quite literally inside your body.”

“How does that even work? And how haven’t you shriveled up like a prune yet? Like you’re so old?” You were very confused.

“I have a good skincare routine.” Sukuna sniffed. You laughed.

“You know I imagined my soulmate to be a grumpy man with an old soul but you turned out to be a grumpy old man with an even older soul.” You giggled.

“I'm not that old, okay?” He grumbled. “How old are you again?” You questioned.

“I stopped counting after 300.” You burst into a fit of giggles.

“Does that mean you're a gilf? Like you're so old.” “Well, I tried to keep myself alive for you and what does gilf mean?” He inquired in confusion.

“Grandpa I’d like to fuck.” You snorted.

He groaned, “That is the dumbest thing I’ve heard. I’ve never had children so how can I be a grandpa?”

“Well, you have that aura.” You spoke, trying to muffle your laugh. “You cheeky brat.” Sukuna huffed.

[fushipurro]

Our Hopes in Death

☆ Synopsis: Nanami had many regrets in life, something that haunts him even in death. Nobara, a life taken too soon, is one such regret he wishes he could take back.

☆ Content: major character death, spoilers for shibuya incident, hurt/comfort???, grief/mourning

☆ Notes: not an x reader, but shoutout to my poopynation oomfies for making me suffer with this thought so much that i had to write it (don’t kill me please!!!)

The last thing Nanami saw before his sight turned black was Yuji’s sorrowful expression. He was yet another person ─ a child ─ Nanami failed to keep safe. It’s one of the biggest regrets he’s had in life, one that he knows now followed him to his grave when another of his students is now in front of him.

Nobara Kugisaki.

Last time he saw her, she was safe ─ alive, and in the flesh. A large part of him hopes that the apparition before him is just that, but at his heart, he knows this is the real deal.

“Sensei?” she says with confusion evident in her speech. She puts a hand on her hip, taking in what can only be described as an airport, or a mirage of such. “We’re dead, aren’t we? Why the hell are we in an airport and not some cloud in the sky.”

Nobara was never one to sugarcoat her words, something Nanami always admired about the young teen. He wished he had her confidence, her will, her everything that made her the fighter she was in life when he was her age.

Maybe Haibara would still be alive if he did something different, or the many others that slipped through his hands.

She raises a brow at his silence, but it doesn’t stop her from flopping down in the empty seat next to his own with a heavy, frustrated sigh. “That rat bastard tricked me,” she snarls, closing her eyes with clenched fists. “I would’ve had him if I was faster! Poor Itadori; I’m sure it wasn’t pretty watching me go.”

Yuji.

From her words, Nanami feels the pain of his regret more than ever before, comparable to a time before when he left the world of sorcery behind. From Gojo getting sealed, to watching Nobara and himself be killed before his eyes… that boy’s life is hell on earth.

He hopes Megumi is safe after that mystery savior from Dagon’s domain disappeared with him.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you,” he finally says, pushing off his seat to kneel before her. He looks just like how he did that last time he saw her, alongside Akari, when all three of them were alive. “I should never have left you alone. None of you children should have been in Shibuya today.”

A gentle smile appears on Nobara’s face, though her eyes read a solemn note. “It’s alright, Sensei. Like I told Itadori, I’ve had a pretty good life.”

His eyes fall from her face to his hands ─ hands that could’ve stopped or delayed the inevitable. She’s a child, she shouldn’t have had to die. He should have been more careful, maybe kept her by his side or made sure she got away.

Mahito was too much of a wildcard for anyone their age to have had to go up against.

Junpei, Nobara, countless other innocent lives, and the painful thought that Yuji is likely fighting him at this very moment. He has to believe Yuji will pull through and win, or at the very least hope Sukuna interferes like the first time around. It’s unlikely, but hope is all Nanami has right now.

“Where do we go now?” Nobara asks, standing upright again. “Does this place even have an exit?”

Outside the large glass windows, the roar of a plane can be heard taking off. Perhaps this airport is a purgatory where the options of where to go are of your own choosing, or maybe your tickets are predetermined ─ signed and ready to go whenever you board.

“There should be a directory board around here that might help,” Nanami tells her. What airport or building of this size wouldn’t have something like that? If he can’t find that, then he’ll stick with her until they find someone else.

Her eyes light up with realization, and near child-like wonder. “Ohh, good idea! I wonder if there’s any cafes or vending machines around here, like those cake ones that sing after you order from them!”

In another life, this is all Nanami would have wanted. No battles, no bloodshed, no curses ─ just children and adults, eager to enjoy all the good life has to offer.

If he does get another chance, he hopes his next life is easier even if he feels it to be a selfish thought. Maybe then he could marry the bakery girl or that one close friend from his days in school. Given the choice, he’d gladly become a parent as well, and hopefully to a daughter.

He hopes that with whatever children he may have, that he’s able to give them the best chance at life ─ one that won’t end before they’ve even lived. This time, he’ll be there to protect them, and to assure he lives a life without regret this time around.

“Why don’t we go looking then?” Nanami asks, holding out his hand to Nobara. “I won’t leave you alone, not this time.”

She graciously accepts with that same smile that seems to light up the airport sky. The two of them now walking hand in hand, like a father and his daughter. If this is all he can have in the next life, then he hopes to have this. And should he ever have that daughter he dreams of…

He would name her Nobara.

[k-martins]

There's something about the way Itfs fell in love that just enchants me.

Like. We all agree that Megs fell in love first. It was love at first "even if I might die here, it's better than seeing you get hurt." And that only grew over time into an unconditional love and need to keep Yuji happy and safe, to preserve his humanity that he loved and admired so much. Meg was never a good liar, so his devotion to Yuji was always clear on his face, in the way he spoke, that he showed his appreciation. And for someone who had never loved anyone so intensely in a romantic way, he must have been at least disturbed by how easy it was to love Yuji, something he couldn't say for himself.

Or at least, in Megumi's view, because for Yuji, loving Megs was never something difficult. It was natural. Something that was written in the stars to happen.

I always see people saying that Itfs is one-sided, that Yuji would have done what he did for anyone. and, although the second question is correct, I couldn't disagree more. Because, unlike the instant passion that Megs felt, Yuji's love was built throughout the work. It started with a curiosity to meet the boy that appeared shrouded in shadows, then it moved on to the trust that they would both protect each other no matter the situation, admiration ("you are trustworthy, Fushiguro", "you are so smart, Fushiguro"), affection, longing and everything else. The closer Yuji got to Megs, the more love he felt, the more happy moments he wanted to build before he died. But of course Yuji was too dense to understand that his affection was different, even if it was clear in his actions (come on, he learned Megumi's favorite popcorn flavor, he taught him how to make meatballs, he always made sure that Megs was okay, that she didn't overexert herself). When Shibuya happened and everything went up in smoke, Yuji thought about Megs and how he let him down (I started crying when I heard Megs say "I never regret saving you" while Yuji broke down), but he moved on. He tried to protect him from Sukuna and anyone who threatened him. Then, when he heard "so start saving me, Itadori" and it became clear that Megumi would never abandon him, even with the danger and blood on his hands, Yuji realized. "Oh, I love him."

This growing of feelings, of how they both started in different ways, but that never diminishes the intensity of what they feel for each other fascinates me. Megs' love is not less or greater than Yuji's just because it was faster. Turning a crush (a feeling that passes quickly) into love is something rare.

Loving someone means accepting their mistakes and flaws, loving both their bright side and their dark side.

Yuji and Megumi have seen each other at their brightest and darkest and yet they held each other's hands and promised to never let go.

and this is so beautiful it's making me cry.

i want them to be together in the end so bad. it doesn't have to be romantic.

i just want them to keep their love and affection for each other safe from the world so they can heal together.

[noroi1000]

❝𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮-𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢❞ Chapter 07

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Summary: A few days ago was the anniversary of your death. His former students come to meet him. How could they think he forgot about you? Why does Megumi look at him so suspiciously?

"Yo! Sensei! We haven't seen you in such a good mood for a long time!"

Has he ever been in a bad mood? After all, his mood had been unchanged for two years. He has been happy with his life for two years!

But maybe he really was brighter now?

And this can only be due to the fact that he woke up with the memory of last night.

Is seeing your red, wet and fucked up face something that makes him feel better? It looks.

The white-haired man turned around in the corridor, looking at the pink-haired man who ran up to him.

The young adult had the same smile on his face that he always had at school.

"How was the mission, Yuji?" he asked, shaking his hand in greeting.

"I tried to get back to school as soon as possible."

"Ooh? I don't believe teenagers love going to school!" he laughed and invited his former student into his office to sit and talk.

"Fushiguro and Kugisaki should be here soon. How are the first years doing?"

"On a mission at the moment."

"Eh?"

"They are to check an old building where noises were heard at night. It could be a curse, or just some animal." He sat awkwardly in his chair.

"I would also like to have such missions! So easy! As a grade 1 sorcerer, I can't count on something like that, right?"

"As a special grade sorcerer, I cannot count on any mission that would be as quick as the blink of an eye. Even though it's like that for me." He put his cheek on his hand. "I heard there is a special occasion for which you came here quickly."

"Yeah, this–."

The door suddenly opened, revealing Kugisaki and Fushiguro.

The girl looked at the pink-haired man with small scars on his face.

"You were supposed to wait for us at the entrance!" She shouted, regardless of the fact that she was at school.

The longer skirt of her uniform was rolled up as she sat on the small couch against the wall. Her longer hair fell over her shoulders. Brown and red ombre on her head.

Fushiguro, who had changed the least out of all of them, sat next to her. Because his hair was just a little shorter.

The only person who hadn't changed at all out of all of them was you.

According to them, you had no way to change because you lost your life.

According to Gojo, you haven't changed because you look almost the same. Except your body has grown as it should.

Making you even more beautiful than you were before.

Gojo hasn't changed either. He's the same. Everything as it was.

"Sensei, this Occasion –."

"Gojo-san, how long have you been talking without us?" the girl asked, ignoring the fact that Itadori was talking.

"Actually, we've only just started." He replied.

They didn't have to call him sensei. Only you said that.

But Satoru-Sensei was different than Gojo-Sensei. Because you called Satoru-Sensei, affectionately. You said that to him with love.

"What happened?"

"I was just asking Yuji about the occasion you came for." he explained to her, gesturing towards her classmate.

"Oh... Continue..." she said suddenly, being quiet and calm. Suddenly so serious.

"A few days ago was the second anniversary of (l/n)'s death... We didn't want anyone to think that we didn't remember her. That's why we wanted to come here."

After the pink haired man's explanation, there was an awkward silence in the room.

Well, they experienced the loss of a classmate. To them you are dead. For them, you are no longer in the world. You were their age, they knew you. And now you were gone for them. Because you died at 16. Death at a young age, something no one wanted. Anyone could regret that this happened to you...

Nothing could undo 'it'.

Death cannot be undone.

Especially since your body hasn't been found.

And the only person who didn't care was Gojo. Because for him you didn't die. He has been seeing you every day for two years, hugging you and kissing you. For two years you have always been with him. That's why he didn't feel sad when his former students talked about it.

"Tomorrow we go to the cemetery together."

"It's nice of you to remember her like that." he said with his thumb on his chin.

"We went to class with her. We were at the site of her death. We all could have died there, but this curse targeted her..."

"It was..." the short-haired man with a scar between his eyes began when he heard the girl's statement.

"Anniversary of the death?" White-haired muttered.

"(l/n) died two years ago..."

"..." His face looked thoughtful.

"Sensei, you remember (l/n), right?"

He tilted his head, looking at him from under the black blindfold.

Could anyone think that he would forget about the best student? About someone who cuddles up to him every morning and sleeps soundly in his arms?

"Who do you think I am, Yuji? How could I forget (y/n)-chan?”

"That's fine! Sorry... I just started to think you didn't remember what happened." He smiled at him.

"Maybe I'm not good at remembering random people's names. But I could never forget (y/n).”

From the corner of his eye, the white-haired man saw the dark-haired man on the edge of the couch look at him. As if analyzing more than others.

Megumi was always so...

He already suspected something earlier... When you were still at school. He has already shown something like suspicion towards Gojo.

His favorite student is you? You spend the most time with him. But the way he took care of you was even different than the one he knew. He had known Gojo for so many years. And he knew that what he was giving you was not ordinary care. It was something he had never experienced, despite spending almost fourteen years with him.

The white-haired man knew that Megumi was suspicious and didn't believe everything he said. Even though he trusted his sensei as someone he could trust with his life.

Something was wrong. His facial expression. Indifference in the voice when the pink-haired man talked about your grave.

He was indifferent... Even though he felt the loss of his loved ones very strongly.

So why was there such indifference in his voice?

But as long as Gojo doesn't show anything that might make them suspicious, everything will be fine.

Hide you from the world of Jujutsu. Hide you from the whole world. Assure you that you will not suffer and miss. Ensure that you will be the happiest. This was what he had to do.

Hide you and hide with you for the rest of your life. Forever. To ensure that nothing and no one will tear you apart.

Taglist: @mc-reborn ; @yihona-san06 ; @yerinsshi ; @erisfayred ; @tohsri

[the-girl-with-starry-eyes]

Intrigue (Sukuna x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader, Platonic! Yuji x Reader.

Yuji Itadori, the vessel for Ryomen Sukuna, nervously dialled his best friend's number, his heart racing with a mix of anticipation and worry. He had been contemplating this call for days, unsure of how his friend would react to his newfound situation. As the phone rang, he hoped for understanding and support.

On their end of the line, (Y/N) picked up, a hint of surprise evident in their voice. "Yuji? It's been ages! What's up?"

Taking a deep breath, Yuji hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "Hey, (Y/N). I need to talk to you about something important. Can we meet up?"

Curiosity tinged with concern seeped into their voice. "Of course, Yuji. Is everything okay? Where do you want to meet?"

After exchanging details, they settled on a quiet café in the heart of the city. Yuji arrived first, nervously fidgeting with his hands. The weight of Sukuna's presence inside him added an extra layer of tension to the meeting. He didn't know how his friend would react, but he hoped they would understand.

As Y/N  entered the café, a mix of surprise and worry flashed across their face. She approached Yuji cautiously, concern etched in their eyes. "Yuji, you seem different. Is everything alright?"

Yuji took a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need to tell you something, (Y/N)." It's... complicated. But please, listen with an open mind."

She nodded, their expression filled with a mix of confusion and unwavering support. "Of course, Yuji. I'm here for you. You can tell me anything."

Summoning his courage, Yuji continued, his words measured and tinged with vulnerability. "I became the vessel for Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses. He resides within me now."

[Friend's Name]'s eyes widened, shock momentarily replacing their usual composure. She took a moment to process the revelation before speaking. "You... you're hosting Sukuna? That's... I never expected something like this. Are you okay, Yuji?"

Yuji's gaze shifted nervously, his voice filled with a mix of apprehension and gratitude. "I'm handling it as best as I can. Sukuna can be dangerous and unpredictable, but I'm doing my best to keep him under control. I wanted to meet you to explain and... and ask you if you still want to be friends with me (Y/N), it can be quite dangerous for you."

Sukuna, sensing the opportunity to assert himself, seized control of Yuji's body. His presence radiated an intimidating aura as he leaned closer to (Y/N), his eyes filled with a calculated malevolence. "You should stay away, human. My presence is not to be taken lightly."

They stared back at Sukuna, albeit a bit taken aback by Sukuna’s sudden appearance,their eyes filled with determination rather than fear. "I understand the danger. But Yuji is my friend, and I won't abandon him just because you're a part of him now. I believe in him, and I'll support him through this."

Sukuna's frustration grew, his anger intensifying at their unwavering determination. He conjured up a dark aura, the air crackling with an ominous energy. He continued to berate(Y/N), each word laced with malice, hoping to break their resolve.

But as Sukuna saw their big, teary eyes welling up with tears, something tugged at his heartstrings—an unfamiliar sensation that threatened to unravel his facade. He paused, his voice faltering for a moment, before he spoke again, his tone softer but still tinged with a trace of anger. "Why are you crying, human? Pathetic.

Y/N couldn't hold back their emotions any longer. Sukuna's words, combined with the dark aura that surrounded him, proved too overwhelming. She broke down, sobs wracking their body as their tears flowed freely. The weight of his menacing presence had finally taken its toll.

In that moment, Sukuna felt a pang of regret, a heaviness settling in his chest. He realised he had gone too far and allowed his anger to consume him for no reason. He looked into Y/N's tear-filled eyes, his usual arrogance replaced with a rare vulnerability.

Without uttering another word, Sukuna retreated, relinquishing control to Yuji.. A whispered apology escaped from his lips, barely audible.. He disappeared, leaving Yuji alone with( Y/N), their tears still flowing.

Yuji, no longer under Sukuna's influence, rushed to (Y/N)'s side, his voice filled with compassion. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). Sukuna... he can be cruel and unforgiving. Please forgive me for his words."

Y/N sniffled, their tears slowly subsiding as Yuji enveloped them in a comforting embrace. "Yuji, it's not your fault. I understand that Sukuna is a part of you, and I still believe in your goodness. I'm just... overwhelmed by everything."

Yuji held them gently, offering solace and reassurance. "I promise, (Y/N), I'll do my best to control Sukuna and protect you from his darkness. You mean the world to me, and I won't let him hurt you again.".

In the depths of his cursed realm, Sukuna found himself grappling with an unfamiliar storm of emotions. The usual air of arrogance and superiority that shrouded him had been replaced by a haunting sense of vulnerability and remorse. He paced restlessly, unable to shake off the weight of his actions and the deep regret that coursed through him.

"Damn it," Sukuna muttered to himself, frustration evident in his voice. "What is this feeling? Why do I care so much about their tears? I am Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses. I shouldn't be bothered by the emotions of a mere human."

But try as he might, Sukuna couldn't dismiss the image of (Y/N)'s teary eyes from his mind. It haunted him, a constant reminder of the impact his words had on them. It was a side of himself he hadn't expected to encounter, and it left him feeling unsettled and strangely incomplete.

Sukuna sat upon his imposing throne, his expression marred with confusion and a tinge of unease. The memory of Y/N''s tears haunted him, his usual composed demeanour crumbling under the weight of his newfound vulnerability. He stared into the distance, lost in thought, his voice a mere whisper.

"What have I become? To be affected by a mere human's tears... It's absurd." He had always revelled in his power, finding solace in his dominance over others. But now, the walls he had built around his heart had begun to crack, leaving him exposed to emotions he had long since discarded.

[little-lee-froggie]

What’s this? A new fic? In this economy? I don’t believe it! I actually finished a new fic 🫢 I have another one in the works as well for a different fandom, but it’s not quite done yet, but for now, take a Jujutsu Kaisen fic! :) Let’s get into it:

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Warnings: none! :) (please tell me if I’m forgetting one)

Ler: Yuji Itadori

Lee: reader

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You had had probably one of the most crapy day ever. You couldn’t figure out why, but you just felt really bad through out the whole day, and everything just wasn’t okay for you.

When the day’s activities was finally over, you went back to your dorm room and sat in a ball in the corner to cry. As you cried, you felt like you were being consumed by dark thoughts, like everything was fading away, and you were spiralling and spiralling and-

“[NAME]?”

You looked up from your knees to see Itadori standing there as you start trying to wipe away streaks of tears on your cheeks. You didn’t want to be a burden. “O-oh, hi Yuji! What brings you he-“

Your sentence was cut off by him hugging you. You were surprised for a second, but returned the hug. 

“It’s okay to be sad you know. You don’t have to pretend that you aren’t. That’s actually why I came to your room… you seemed kinda off all day, and I wanted to try and see if I could help” he said, giving a quick squeeze then parting the hug. 

The look you gave him was a strange mix of pain and gratefulness, but you quickly changed it for a painfully fake smile.

“I’m okay, don’t worry! I j-just… got a really bad splinter, so I was crying…”

As you tried to give an explanation, Itadori listened to you, even though he knew you were lying.

Once you were done with your fake reasons as to why you seemed sad, he just looked at you.

“You know, a genuine smile would look better to me” he said simply. “Is there anything I can do to make that happen?”

You froze, resting your face. “No, I’m fine, r-really! I promise, I don’t need anything, I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you”

He sighed, looking at you. “Oh [NAME]… I didn’t want to have to do this, but I guess I have no choice” he said, and a second later, you felt a poke on your side.

You eyes widened when you realized what was going to happen as you made a squeak-like sound.

“[NAME], are you ticklish~?”, he said, teasing a bit now as he started squeezing your sides before you could answer.

“Yuhujihihihi!!! Ahahaha, hehehey!!”, you say, your laughter ringing out, making Itadori happy. “What is it? Don’t tell me this tickles! Wow, it would be kinda flustering for you if that were the case, wouldn’t it?”

A slight blush appeared on your face, as you couldn’t help but smile and laugh. “Shuhuhush!! Dohon’t sahahahay thahat!!”

“Aw, but why not? It true, isn’t it? Clearly it is, you’re blushing! How sweet~! And I was right, and genuine smile is much better!”. 

He wasn’t fully teasing you, it was mostly complements, especially on things like your laughter, but it was flustering all the same, and he would always to point out when you made a new sound, when you started to blush more, when he found a bad spot- well, you get the picture.

“Yuhuhuhujihihi!!! Ahahahaha, thahahat- thahahat tihihick-“ you stumbled on the word tickle, regretting getting yourself stuck in a corner that you knew you weren’t getting out of. 

“It what? Why can’t you say it, huh~? Is something the matter?”, he said, teasing you.

“Ihihihi cahahahan’t sahahay it!!”, you confessed easily, thinking that would be better than denying it.

“Can’t say what? What is it you can’t say, can you tell me?”

You face was bright red, and you had a big smile. You knew you couldn’t say tickle, so instead you just said: “Ihihihi cahahahan’t!! Yohou figuhuhure ihihit ohout!!”

Itadori gasped as if you had just said the most offensive thing ever, but his voice didn’t loose his teasing tone. “That wasn’t very nice of you, [NAME]! Apologize~!” 

You just shook your head, laughing to much to speak.

“No, huh? You aren’t going to apologize? Then I suppose I’ll have to make you apologize~.” As he said this, he moved his hand to your thighs and started squeezing, making you shriek in laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHA!! Y-YUHUJIHIHIHI!!!” 

Itadori smiled somewhat innocently, and simply said “Oh? Does it tickle? Hmmm… apologize then”

“OHOKAY OHOKAY!!! IHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!!!”, you said, laughing hysterically.

“There we go!”, he said with the same smile, slowly coming to a stop. “You okay?”

“Y-yeahah…. Thahanks, I needed thahat…” you softly smile at him, and he pulls you into a hug.

“Of course, anytime! Just, please don’t pretend you’re okay when you’re not? Honestly, it’s almost worse than just seeing you sad, so please, talk to me, okay?” As he says this, he lightly skitters his nails over your back to make you all giggly. “Or I’ll just have to tickle you”

You just squeak and giggle. He stops tickling you, and just holds you as you start to tell him what was going on and explain long why you were sad. And he listens for as long as you need.

You were really grateful to have him as a friend.

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Okay, that was the fic!! I really hope you enjoyed! This one isn’t the one that I said I was working on either, I actually made it in like half an hour today- idk how I did that, but I’d guess it was because I had an idea, and I just wrote that out! I hope you have a lovely day/night, byeeeee!!

-Froggie :p

[maeggsss]

"I don't ever want to get stuck with babysitting again." (2006)

"No one is allowed to take youth away from young people." (2017)

-Gojo Satoru

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When i think of complete holistic growth, I think of Gojo Satoru. He is a character from the Jujutsu Kaisen series who plays as the teacher or "sensei" of Yuuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, etc.

Satoru was born with the title of the "strongest" after being the first user of the six eyes and the limitless technique in over 400 years. While this may be a blessing, the repercussions of his birth actually shifted the balance of the Jujutsu world; curses were getting stronger day by day due to this phenomenon. Needless to say, he was spoiled as a child because of the proclamation of being the current "strongest".

His character developed when he was a teenager who enrolled in the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College or Jujutsu High where he shared a class with Suguru Geto and Shoko Ieiri. Notably, Suguru and Satoru had a deep bond with each other with both of them being known at that time as the "strongest" due to their special grade status.

In 2006, both students were assigned to escort and assimilate Riko Amanai with Tengen, an important figure of Jujutsu society. Rather than sending her to Tengen immediately, they let Riko enjoy the last days of her life and her youth. Ultimately, Riko was killed not through assimilation but through a bounty / assassination that was placed on her. Her death disrupted both lives of Gojo and Geto; Gojo aimed to grow stronger and heightened his techniques while Geto was struggling over her death and his opinion of humans since the people responsible for Riko's death were humans. Geto spiraled and eventually became a cursed user (opposite of a sorcer who exorcise curses and protect people), an information that Gojo had a hard time grasping as Geto was someone who he valued in his life.

With Geto's defection, Gojo decided to become a teacher so no one would have to go through what Geto had gone. He aimed to make the next generation stronger or on par with him. In 2017, he met Yuta Okkotsu, a 16 year old, who was planned to be executed due to his immense power of a special grade spirit (and former love interest), Rika Orimoto. Instead of killing Yuta, he enrolled him to his alma matter where he helped him improve on his abilities. Soon after, he met Geto again as he [Geto] proclaimed to create a society where humans ceased to exist.

On the 24th of December 2017, Yuta and Geto clashed with each other, with Yuta standing victorious. During Geto's final moments, he and Gojo talked and it was soon revealed that even after everything, Gojo still had trust for him. Gojo ultimately killed Geto but did not dispose of his body.

The year of that, Yuji Itadori was introduced as a vessel for Sukuna (one of the most dangerous cursed spirits or the "King of Curses"). Once again, an execution was held for Yuji. Gojo took care of Yuji and instilled his teachings onto him.

During the Shibuya Incident, Gojo was sealed due to having an encounter of Pseudo-Geto (an entity named Kenjaku possessed the undisposed body of Geto). After having completely been sealed, Gojo placed immense trust on his comrades.

19 days after being sealed, Gojo was now placed under the predicament of fighting Sukuna, who now possessed Megumi. Although Gojo was killed in the process, he had expressed how thankful he was but regretted that even after he had given his everything, Sukuna was still unfazed. In the afterlife, it was shown that he was with Geto, Nanami, Haibara, and the people who had made his youth the best time of his life, the people who saw him as "human", not the "strongest".

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Gojo was basically a man who was spoiled from the start, looking down on those who he deemed weak. Overtime, his character bloomed after having had lost his youth due to Toji Fushiguro. Toji had a son, Megumi, who Gojo took, trained, and cared for. Aside from the incident with Toji, he had lost his best friend, Geto, and with his defection, he made it his goal to change Jujutsu society's traditional views and help children grow stronger but still maintain their youth. His character is really complex, but what I can learn from him is that being the strongest comes with many consequences. Although his end was bittersweet, he was the happiest when he was able to be with those he cared for, the people responsible for his "blue spring". Gojo is one of my favorite characters in fiction not only because of his charming personality, but because of his character as a whole. He had truly developed over the years and for that, I could say that his growth was worth watching.

This relates to my real life experiences as I am someone who is really stubborn at times, but there are people who have shaped me into becoming better. For that, i am grateful for they have improved my individuality and capabilities.

And just like Gojo, who was perceived as just the strongest, I also struggled to find my true identity. "Are you the strongest because you're Gojo Satoru, or are you Gojo Satoru because you're the strongest?" is the surrounding question of Gojo's existence. It is important to know thyself first to have an established and well-formed holistic growth.

"blue spring"- In Japanese culture, these words imply excitement. It also refers to nostalgia and fondness, as well as a time of happiness and hope.

retrieved from: https://blog.rosettastone.com/5-japanese-words-that-dont-translate-from-japanese-to-english/

(gif credit: top row: silversoulsociety, middle left: tatakaeeren, middle right to the bottom all goes to their respective owners - sorry i found and downloaded those gifs and the image over a month ago and i couldn't find the owners🙇‍♀️)

[kastlequill]

wip game

thank you for the tag @ethereal-night-fairy ! np tags: @dotcie @snail-eggs @skinnyazn @alittleposhtoad @50cal-fullauto-astarion @lunarvicar @siriusleee @parttimeprophet

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

i have way too many wips, so here are the top 5 that are most likely to see the light of day relatively soon(ish):

➜ jjk — illusion (itafushi); tnp: i (gojohime)

➜ cod — thtd: iii (ghost); unearth: v (keegan); pulse: iv (gaz)

illusion (megumi x yuji)

current status: 1.8k words written; expecting 1k+ more words completed

Megumi shook away the mental image of his wide-eyed, grim-faced classmate. Neither his thoughts nor fears were of consequence at present, and it was not as if he had time to spare on regretting the past. Itadori would need all the help he could get, and Megumi refused to be a bystander to his death. Not again.

‘til my pulse loses time: iv/v (gaz x medic f!reader)

current status: 200 words written; expecting 1.5-2k+ more words

As a medic, you could only do so much. Many factors that would ultimately decide whether a patient lived or died were simply beyond your sphere of influence. Stitching together sliced skin, surgically removing bullets from traumatized flesh, administering first aid in the field—all within your skill range. Hell, even resuscitating a still-warm, newly-dead body was possible on special occasions. But you were neither God nor Death, so you could neither breathe life into the corpse of a friend, nor could you hold a scalpel to the jugular of a foe. These mortal limitations weren’t to blame for the horrors that unfolded during the coming hours, however.

unearth without a name: v/v (keegan x brainwashed f!reader)

current status: 100 words written; expecting 2-2.5k+ more words

Two hundred seven. That was the number of days currently separating him from the moment he had last seen you.

the nightmare pact: i/v (gojo x utahime)

current status: 2.7k words written; expecting 3.5-4k more words

Too late to turn back now, she thought with a resigned sigh. Still, part of her almost wished she could. Rght when she was about to do just that, an aggravating voice pierced the air. “Don’t just stand there, Utahime, I can hear those old joints of yours cryin’ out from all the way back here!” For the second time that day, Gojo made her left eye twitch.

that human, that demon: iii (ghost x f!reader)

current status: 9.1k words written; expecting 2.5-5k+ more words

“Your wrist control’s shit, and you failed to pass guard four times.” Ghost’s tone was neutral, betrayed nothing, and his body didn’t so much as move an inch from where he’d been spectating the match. “I’m almost impressed.” A snort. “Haud yer wheesht.” “English, MacTavish.” “Y’sure know how to make a man feel special, eh, Lt.?” “Special? Might be time for a career change,” the lieutenant mused, his banter as dry as his. . . everything else. “No one’s special in our line o’ work, Johnny.”

[wine4thewin]

No Eviction Notice is literally the best story I've ever read ❤️

Man, I can't wait for the next chapter to find out what will happen between them 🥺 And even though I know it will end in tragedy as all your stories do, my heart is hurting so much right now and I desperately want to snatch it away so that I won't feel anything when we get to the painful part of the story 😭😭😭 But I didn't I regret reading this story 😞

Well until I decided to read the comments which is something I don't usually do to avoid spoilers, but I read it and came to the comment you answered about Yuuji's friends and the possibility of them being angry with him because of him going out with Sukuna. I couldn't finish the comments because my mind had finally decided to work and force me to start thinking about this : hey they won't be angry with him of course they won't. No one will be angry with Yuji , They'll be friends again until Sukuna takes over his body. Then they'll see Yuji again, but wait, this isn't their Yuji, No he's gone forever 😭😭😭

and here I decided to donate my silly mind and my heart. I don't need them especially When they cause me such great pain 💔💔💔

Thank you so much for giving me such a beautiful and heartbreaking story It will remain engraved in my heart forever. I will never forget it as long as I live. And I deeply apologize for my bad language. English is not my mother tongue 😔

I’m sooo glad you’re enjoying my recent hyperfixation on all things dystopia/sci-fi/cyberpunk for this JJK AU. I figured the characters would fit right into a terrifying, gloomy future where the act of uploading one’s mind into the body of another is possible for those with influence/power/money, thus gaining eternal life by body swapping.

Kenjaku & Sukuna fit the bill perfectly for such an act, both villains effortlessly scheming and traversing time without consequences. Their existences are so long-lived at this point that everyone around them are just pawns…not even people really, in their views. They are absolutely morally bankrupt; and no, they don’t care 😅

You’re right- just about everything I write is tragedy 🫣 in this, Yuuji lives 21+ years always seeking meaning and purpose for his future in this dark universe, without ever realizing there is no future written in the books for him…at least, not as Itadori Yuuji.

One of my favorite aspects has been writing Kenjaku & Yuuji’s parent-child relationship in this story, knowing that while Kenjaku is evil, he still raises a son for 21+ years diligently, as if raising a pig for slaughter. Everything between him and Yuuji is smoke & mirrors and yet they are so tight knit in smaller ways. Even Kenjaku won’t be unscathed at this end of this story.

In addition, Sukuna doesn’t get through this tale without some discomfort. Through all his arrogance, selfishness, and manipulation, he makes a grievous mistake of associating with the person he intends to erase. He never wanted to even know Yuuji.

There’s a point in the story where he tells Yuuji that Yuuji is a ‘victim of his own chaos’. This is a dark irony, because in the end, Sukuna will be a victims of his own choices, too.

[rheagodlywrites]

Speak to my Soul

Itadori chose to wander around with his friends, trying to live out a day like everything was normal. He chose to visit the one person that he would always secretly love but never say a word

Mic check..one..two..

Yuji opened a familiar coffee shop. The scent of coffee and baked goods wafted his nose. He looked to the two behind him and asked if they saw anything that they wanted. Megumi stared at the menu thinking while Nobara answered instantly pointing at a cake. The trio sat down with food and drinks in hand.

Alright.. I’m ready when you are

Yuji stared at the stage as it was being prepared for a performance.

“What’s wrong with you?” Nobara questioned, giving him slight judgement.

“Nothing. Just thinking of an old friend.” Yuji thought of the first time he saw the one he loved dearly. Y/n. They were adamant at music. They poured their soul into it no matter what. It was that determination that Yuji fell for.

Yuji sipped his drink and smiled as he looked at his reflection.

“I guess they aren’t here today. They did leave suddenly.” Tiki’s mind was elsewhere as a familiar figure stood at the stage. Yuji took a second sip of his drink.

“Hello everyone!” A excited voice echoed with the mic and Yuji almost choked.

“Damnit! Don’t die, idiot!” Nobara exclaimed as she punched his back to clear his throat. He shooed her away and stared at the one on the stage.

“I’m Y/n! You may or may not know me but I’m an American artist! I used to play in here when I was younger. I played as a hope to get into the industry but that hope became real. So I’m going to play one of my songs from an album that will release tomorrow.” Y/n smiled as if the stares were something they were used to. Y/n sat in a chair and picked up their guitar.

“To the one that I loved..I left him too fast.” The notes of the song left the guitar in such a familiar way that Yuji can remember when Y/n was writing this song. Yuji even sang with them to get it right.

I found myself dreaming

In silver and gold

Like a scene from a movie

That every broken heart knows

Y/n pulled at the strings of each heart in the room. Yuji simply couldn’t look away and for the first time he could feel as if they saw him.

We were walking on moonlight

And you pulled me close

Split second and you disappeared

And then I was all alone

Y/n frowned as they recalled the day they left for America to persist in a supposedly dying dream.

I woke up in tears

With you by my side

A breath of relief

And I realized

No, we're not promised tomorrow

Yuji thought of his incoming death sentence. He didn’t want to die but he didn’t have a choice. He wanted to grow old with people he cared for but none of that was possible with Sukuna.

So I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you

I'm gonna hold you like I'm saying goodbye

Wherever we're standing

I won't take you for granted

'Cause we'll never know when, when we'll run out of time

Y/n smiled as she thought of her best friend in middle school. Yuji was fun to be around. They missed his endless energy.

So I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you

I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you

In the blink of an eye

Just a whisper of smoke

You could lose everything

The truth is you never know

Yuji heard Sukuna in his head asking as to why Y/n was so important to him. Then again he could totally find out on his own.

So I'll kiss you longer, baby

Any chance that I get

I'll make the most of the minutes

And love with no regrets

Let's take our time to say what we want

Use what we got before it's all gone

'Cause no, we're not promised tomorrow

Y/n wrote this song because they knew they’d miss Yuji’s voice and being but never expected their minor missing would turn into desperate longing.

Yuji chugged the rest of his coffee and just as Y/n paused in the song, he stomped up to the stage despite the two freshmen beside him trying to stop him. He looked down to Y/n looking back to their shocked face. Y/n opened their mouth to sing but Yuji started to first.

So I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you

I'm gonna hold you like I'm saying goodbye

Wherever we're standing

I won't take you for granted

'Cause we'll never know when, when we'll run out of time

Yuji watched as Y/n smiled proudly and sang with him. Their voice touched his soul as he felt every amount of excitement in the moment.

So I'm gonna love (I'm gonna love you) you like I'm gonna lose you (like I'm gonna lose you)

I'm gonna love you (love you) like I'm gonna lose you

I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you (oh, like I'm gonna lose you)

I'm gonna hold you like I'm saying goodbye

Wherever we're standing

I won't take you for granted

'Cause we'll never know when, when we'll run out of time

So I'm gonna love (I'm gonna love you) you like I'm gonna lose you (like I'm gonna lose you)

I'm gonna love you (love you) like I'm gonna lose you

The two stared at each other for a while before the clapping began. Yuji couldn’t look away from their eyes. Y/n smiled and put down the instrument before thanking the crowd. Y/n turned away before coming to Yuji with a notepad. Y/n grinned and ran off but Yuji was left stunned. He shook his head and read the notepad. In flowing handwriting a short message was written.

Let’s meet again,Darling.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

-Y/n

Yuji chuckled.

Maybe you weren’t the one who got away.

“I love you,Y/n. I can’t hide that any longer.”