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[sumikigeto]

Sumiki and megumi

(Siblings not a ship)

Tw: self harm, mentions of suicide,

He stood outside her door. He knew what was on the other side…

Megumi spoke softly

“Sumi… open the door”

Sumiki Who was trying to stand

“Dont worry gumi, your big sisters ok!”

She forced a smile although no one could see… megumi jingled the doorknob…

“Open it” he whispered

“I’m fine gumi-

“OPEN IT PLEASE!! Sumiki!” He begged.

She finally opened it up… the floor.. it was covered in blood and her arm… deep wounds still gushing blood out… he froze at the scene

“Megumi im ok don’t worry! Just fight your own battles not mine!”

He didn’t answer just sat down and hugged her

“Please stop. I don’t want to lose my big sister” he chocked out between sobs

Sumiki froze before saying

“I promise I won’t. I’ll stay here just to see my little brother be happy. Pinky promise”

(Sumiki died 4 years later)

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Timeline: 1.5 years before Kazuto’s death

Setting: Jujutsu High Dorm Rooftop, late at night, early summer

Characters: Yurei Kurogane, Kazuto Shinomiya

The night air was heavy with humidity. The kind of heat that made skin stick to fabric and turned even cursed energy sluggish. The moon was low, and the rooftop was deserted — or so Kazuto thought.

He sat near the ledge, shirt discarded beside him, sweat glistening across his chest from sparring earlier with Inumaki. His back was marked with fresh bruises, his toned frame lined with old scars — proof of battles he never talked about.

He closed his eyes, exhaling slowly as he lit a cigarette with cursed energy flickering from his fingertip.

A soft shuffle broke the silence.

“…Kazuto.”

He turned. Yurei stood at the top of the rooftop stairs, barefoot and clutching something in her hands — a tiny glass jar of soul-thread. Her long sleeves hung low, partially hiding her face.

She froze when she saw him.

More specifically, when she saw his chest.

Her single eye went wide. A rush of pink spread across her pale cheeks like spilled ink.

“I-I—”

Kazuto blinked. “You okay?”

“…You’re naked.”

He raised a brow. “I mean, shirtless. It’s hot.”

Yurei turned sharply to the side, clutching her jar like it might explode.

“I didn’t know humans had that many—lines,” she mumbled.

Kazuto tilted his head. “Lines?”

“On your arms. And your back. And your chest. They’re like… threads. But muscles. Strong ones. Thick ones.”

A pause.

“…Are you complimenting my muscles?”

“I-I’m studying them,” she corrected quickly, still looking away. “For medical accuracy. In case I need to sew your ribs together later. Or reattach your lung.”

Kazuto laughed. “That’s the weirdest way anyone’s ever said I look good shirtless.”

“I didn’t say that!” she nearly shouted — then instantly covered her mouth, flustered.

“…But you’re not wrong.”

She made a strange sound — a tiny squeak — then turned completely around to face the stairwell.

Kazuto stood and approached her, wiping sweat from his brow.

“You want me to put my shirt back on?”

Yurei nodded stiffly. “Please. Or I might forget what blood type you are and try to replace your lungs with mine.”

Kazuto blinked.

Then smirked.

“…That’s the most romantic threat I’ve ever received.”

Later that night, when Yurei was alone in her room, she pulled a cursed thread from her sleeve and traced it across her cheek, whispering to herself:

“His back had 13 scars. His collarbone moved when he breathed. His ribs stretched when he laughed.”

She smiled into her pillow, kicking her feet like a schoolgirl in love.

Then got up and started sewing a tiny cloth doll that looked just like him.

Shirtless.

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Title: The Room with No Exit

Featuring: Sumiki Geto & Rin (OC)

Genre: Psychological Horror / Tragedy / Soft Supernatural Angst

Chapter 1: The Room

Sumiki wakes up on cold metal.

The ceiling above her pulses faintly — a dim, impossible glow like breathing skin. She doesn’t remember falling asleep, doesn’t remember leaving the infirmary, and for a few suspended seconds, she wonders if she’s inside a curse.

She blinks. Slowly. The air tastes like rust.

Her arms ache, wrapped in old, damp bandages. The skirt of her uniform clings to her legs like wet paper. She doesn’t move.

Not until the mirror hums.

It's across the room — fractured down the center, black veins spreading from its edges like it’s rotting from the inside. Her reflection stands in it. Staring. Still. But wrong.

The reflection has two eyes.

Sumiki raises her hand.

So does the girl in the mirror.

The mirror smiles.

She doesn’t.

The floor is concrete. There's a drain near the corner where something thick and dark trickles endlessly, disappearing into the black. There’s no light source, but the room isn’t dark. It’s gray, as if it lives between waking and sleeping.

There’s a bed.

She sits on it. It creaks like a dying breath.

No windows. No door. No way out.

Her fingers trace the ridges of her long nails. Her throat is dry. Her stomach aches — not with hunger, but with a grief she can’t name.

This is the kind of place you don’t walk into.

This is the kind of place you’re sentenced to.

She should panic. She should scream.

But Sumiki never screams.

Chapter 2: Arrival

He appears on the third night.

She doesn’t hear him come in. One moment the room is silent; the next, he’s there — curled up at the foot of her bed, asleep, wrapped in a too-bright pink scarf that looks absurd in this grayscale world.

Rin.

She doesn’t move. Watches him breathe — soft, steady, the rise and fall of a boy who doesn’t belong here. His blond hair looks pale in the room’s glow, and even asleep, he smiles faintly, like he’s dreaming something gentle.

She hates how soft he looks. How untouched.

"You're real," she whispers, voice like sand.

He stirs, opens his mismatched eyes — green and blue. “Oh—!”

He sits up, rubbing his head.

“…Did you bring me here?” he asks.

She shakes her head once.

Rin looks around, then back at her. “There’s no door.”

“I know.”

He frowns, trying to understand. He’s not good with subtlety. But his eyes are sharp — sharper than they look. He notices things. The way her left bangs hang heavier. The new cracks on the mirror. The way she’s sitting too still, like movement might shatter her.

“…Are we trapped?” he asks.

She doesn’t answer.

Instead, she lies back down on the bed and closes her eye.

Chapter 3: Echoes

Time slips strangely here.

Neither of them sleeps much, but they don’t feel tired. The air buzzes faintly with an electric hum. The mirror begins whispering.

At first it’s just murmurs. Then names.

“Sumiki.”

“Rin.”

Then memories — distorted, repeated, overlapping. A nurse’s station. A candy wrapper. A cracked sidewalk. A scream that was never voiced. The feeling of choking on nothing. Words they’d said to each other, twisted:

"You don't belong."

"I'll sit with you in the emptiness."

"Stop smiling at me."

"Please don’t leave."

Rin covers his ears. “Make it stop.”

She doesn’t look at him. “It won’t.”

The mirror laughs. And sometimes… it cries.

Chapter 4: Damage

They both start changing.

Rin stops talking so much. His voice, once lively and bright, becomes hoarse, dry. His fingers tremble when he touches her, even gently. His scarf is fraying, the pink dulled to something closer to raw skin.

Sumiki wakes up with blood under her nails and doesn’t remember how it got there.

She sees things that aren’t there. Herself, standing in the corner, smiling. Her brother, Megumi, calling to her from the drain. Hands pressing on her shoulders in the dark.

She doesn’t scream. But her throat is raw anyway.

“I think we’re dreaming,” Rin says once.

“We’re not.”

“…Then what is this?”

Sumiki doesn’t answer.

He curls against her side. He doesn’t ask for permission. She doesn’t push him away.

He clings to her like a lifeline.

And she… lets him.

Because she’s starting to forget what warmth feels like without him there.

Chapter 5: Breakdown

There’s a day — or what feels like one — when Sumiki wakes and Rin is gone.

The room is colder. The mirror silent. The bed feels too empty.

For a moment, she thinks this is what she wanted — to be alone again, truly. No voice nagging, no hands reaching, no scarf brushing against her arm when she flinches.

But her stomach knots.

She searches. Tries to dig into the wall. Rips at her fingernails until they snap and bleed. She screams for the first time.

"RIN—"

Silence.

Then the mirror speaks.

Not in whispers.

In his voice.

"I stayed."

He appears again the next day.

But there are bruises on his neck.

And his eyes don’t match anymore.

Chapter 6: Fracture

They stop speaking.

They write words into the dust with broken nails.

"Still here."

"Still hurting."

"Still with you."

Rin doesn’t cry. Sumiki doesn’t sleep. The drain overflows with something black, and the mirror cracks clean through.

There is no time. No pain. Only the sick comfort of familiar suffering.

They are not alive.

But they are not dead.

Not yet.

Chapter 7: Found

One day, far away from the room, someone remembers them.

Megumi dreams of her. Gojo hears Rin’s laughter where no one is. Yuji walks down the wrong hallway and finds a wall that hums.

And he opens it.

The room is empty.

No bed. No mirror. No blood.

Just a scarf. Pink. Folded. Clean.

And on every wall — words scratched over and over in frantic, desperate hands.

“WE STAYED.”

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yumigumi

Midnight Bunnies and Plushie Cuddles

Ayumi Itadori was no ordinary girl—though she’d never say so herself. At fifteen, she towered at a graceful 5’6”, with a wild mane of baby pink and brown curls pulled into a messy side ponytail that bounced every time she moved. Her pink eyes sparkled with the kind of warmth that could melt even the coldest hearts, framed by her unique pink eyelashes and a soft spiral blush that always tinted her cheeks when she got shy or flustered. Her style was unmistakably cute but bold: a cropped school uniform shirt layered over a black undershirt, a mini skirt paired with tights, and nails painted in a playful mix of pink and blue.

She was Yuji’s little sister, a kind yet strong girl who hid her insecurities behind her sunny personality. Ayumi’s curse technique was as unique as she was—she could summon three white bunnies named Chiro, Sanko, and Miko, who had the incredible ability to teleport her wherever they were. The catch? She had absolutely no control over when or where the bunnies appeared, making her curse both a blessing and a headache. Still, Ayumi adored her bunnies like her closest friends and found endless joy in their mischievous antics.

Tonight, Ayumi’s fingers trembled with a mix of nerves and excitement as she carefully finished stitching the last button onto a giant plushie—a soft, oversized version of herself. The plushie was impossibly soft, with its baby pink and brown curls sewn in fluffy loops, its eyes a perfect mirror of Ayumi’s own glowing pink gaze. The cropped uniform shirt and black undershirt were recreated in miniature, the mini skirt plush and perfect, and the paws even had tiny painted nails in her favorite pink and blue.

She had spent hours on it, pouring every ounce of care into each stitch. This was for Megumi Fushiguro—the quiet, often distant boy who rarely showed his feelings, but whom Ayumi had come to admire deeply. She hoped this plushie would bring him a little comfort on the nights when he felt alone.

Once done, she wrapped it carefully and left it on Megumi’s bed before slipping back into her own room.

But sleep wouldn’t come.

The hours crawled by, and Ayumi’s thoughts kept drifting back to Megumi. She worried if he liked the gift, if it made him smile even a little. Unable to resist, she rose from bed and padded quietly through the hallway to Megumi’s room.

There, she found him curled up, clutching the plushie to his chest as if it were a lifeline. His eyes were half-closed, but there was a softness there—a rare vulnerability that caught her breath.

She hesitated at the door, watching him breathe slow and even in sleep, the plushie almost swallowed by his strong arms.

On a gentle impulse, Ayumi stepped inside and softly set the plushie down on the floor. Then, with a shy, trembling smile, she crawled into the bed beside him, pulling the covers over herself.

Megumi’s eyes fluttered open, dark and sharp, but they softened immediately when he saw it was Ayumi.

For a moment, neither spoke.

The silence between them was filled with quiet warmth, the gentle rhythm of breathing and the faint sounds of the night outside the window.

Ayumi shifted closer, her pink eyes meeting his, cheeks swirling with that familiar spiral blush.

“You… you don’t have to hold the plushie anymore,” she whispered, voice barely above the hum of the night.

Megumi’s gaze lingered on her, his hand moving slowly to rest on her arm. The touch was light, hesitant—but it sent a current through Ayumi, making her heart beat faster.

She relaxed into his warmth, feeling a steady calm settle over her nerves.

“Better than the plushie,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

Ayumi smiled, shy but glowing, and let herself nuzzle closer. The comfort of his arms around her was like a soft blanket, wrapping her in a safe world where she didn’t have to be strong all the time.

Time seemed to slow. The world outside faded until there was only the quiet pulse of their closeness—the soft brush of hair, the tender press of hands, the unspoken words hanging between them.

Megumi’s fingers traced gentle patterns along her arm, and she felt a little thrill of warmth and something deeper—something unspoken but real.

Her breath hitched slightly as his hand slid a bit lower, a subtle, teasing touch that made her cheeks flare.

“Megumi…” she whispered, voice trembling, unsure but wanting.

He gave a small, almost shy smile.

“You’re not just a plushie,” he said softly. “You’re... better.”

Her heart fluttered, the night wrapping around them like a secret promise.

They stayed like that, tangled in quiet warmth, the boundaries between friend and something more blurring softly as the moon watched over them through the window.

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Sumirin

“Shattered Light”

Part 1: Arrival of the Sunshine

Rin stepped off the train at Jujutsu Tech Station, clutching his sketchbook and adjusting his pink scarf against the sharp morning chill. The campus sprawled before him—ancient stone buildings wrapped in creeping ivy, the hum of students echoing through the air. His heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was his new home. A place where maybe he could belong.

He wasn’t prepared for the weight of loneliness already pressing down on him.

Inside the school, Rin’s bright heterochromatic eyes scanned the crowd. Students moved in clusters—some cold, some kind, but all distant. His cheerful “hello” bounced off indifferent walls.

Then, in the hall ahead, he saw her.

Sumiki Geto.

She stood alone by the lockers, her long black hair cascading past her ankles, streaks of white roots stark against the dark strands. Her pale skin seemed almost translucent under the harsh fluorescent lights. Dark purple eyes, one hidden beneath heavy bangs. A scar traced a cruel line across her mouth, and bandages wrapped her arms.

She looked small, fragile, but there was a sharpness in her gaze that stopped Rin cold.

Without thinking, Rin smiled brightly and called out, “Hi! I’m Rin. You’re new too?”

Sumiki’s eyes flicked to him, cold and unreadable.

“No,” she said flatly, voice soft and almost inaudible. “I’m not new.”

Rin stepped closer, heart swelling with hope. “Oh, okay. I’m new. Maybe you can show me around?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she turned and walked away, the clack of her shoes echoing like a door shutting.

Part 2: Cracks in the Silence

Rin’s first days were a blur of confusion and tentative friendships that never quite stuck. The students at Jujutsu Tech were fierce and guarded, many carrying invisible wounds. Rin tried to reach out, but often found himself alone.

Except for brief moments glimpsed in the infirmary courtyard, where Sumiki sat, arms crossed tightly over her chest, eyes fixed on the ground.

One chilly afternoon, Rin summoned his courage and approached.

“Sumiki,” he said softly, holding out a small sketch of a Vocaloid character. “I thought you might like this.”

Her eye flicked up sharply. “I don’t want your charity.”

Rin blinked, surprised. “It’s not charity. I just… I want to be your friend.”

Sumiki’s lips twitched, almost a smile, but then her gaze hardened. “I don’t need friends. I don’t need anyone.”

Rin’s chest tightened.

Part 3: Beneath the Bandages

It wasn’t long before Rin noticed the bandages on Sumiki’s arms were never just decoration. One evening, he accidentally glimpsed a fresh, angry cut beneath the cloth.

“Sumiki,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Why do you do this to yourself?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, her eyes darkened with something fierce and broken. She moved away quickly, leaving Rin alone with the sharp sting of helplessness.

Part 4: The Collision

The tipping point came on a rainy day.

Rin was hurrying to class, his scarf soaked and heavy, when he nearly collided with Sumiki in a narrow corridor.

“Watch where you’re going!” she snapped, eyes flashing dangerously.

“I’m sorry!” Rin stammered, stepping back.

Sumiki’s hand shot out, slashing the air with a small blade hidden beneath her sleeve. The sharp edge grazed Rin’s cheek, drawing a thin line of blood.

Rin staggered, shocked and hurt, more by the betrayal than the cut.

“Why?” he asked, voice trembling. “Why would you do that?”

Sumiki’s expression was unreadable, eyes glinting with pain and something darker.

“Because I don’t want you near me,” she said quietly. “Because people like me don’t deserve kindness.”

Rin swallowed his tears. “I’m not like them. I just want to be your friend.”

She laughed—a hollow, bitter sound.

“Friend? You don’t know the darkness inside me.”

Part 5: Fractured Trust

After that day, Sumiki avoided Rin even more. But Rin refused to give up. Every time he saw her, he tried to bridge the growing gap between their worlds.

He left small gifts — sketches, sweets (even though she rarely ate), and quietly sat with her in silence, hoping she would let down her walls.

One cold night, Rin found Sumiki in the infirmary again, trembling with fresh wounds beneath her torn bandages. She barely looked at him, but he stayed, holding her hand gently.

“I’m here,” he whispered. “You’re not alone.”

She let out a broken sigh.

But the scars, inside and out, were deep.

Part 6: The Weight of Truth

It wasn’t until weeks later that Rin learned the truth: Sumiki was Gojo’s child. The revelation hit him like a storm.

He understood then the burden she bore—the pressure to be strong, the anger, the loneliness.

But more than anything, Rin saw the fragile soul beneath the cold exterior.

He vowed, silently, to be the light in her darkness — even if she pushed him away every time.

Part 7: Quiet Battles

Days blurred into nights, and Rin found himself returning again and again to the infirmary courtyard where Sumiki silently endured her invisible wars.

She never spoke much, but small gestures began to change.

One chilly evening, Rin caught her staring at the stars, lips parted slightly as if trying to say something.

He sat beside her quietly, careful not to disturb.

“You don’t have to be alone,” Rin said softly.

Sumiki didn’t respond.

But when he offered his hand, she hesitated — then slowly placed hers in his, fingers trembling.

A fragile victory.

Part 8: Fractures in the Mask

Sumiki’s cold façade cracked in fleeting moments: a twitch of a smile when Rin showed her his latest drawing, or a soft hum of a Vocaloid song playing faintly from her phone.

Rin cherished these shards of warmth, even as she pushed him away with sharp words or sudden silence.

“You don’t get to fix me,” she spat one day, voice breaking.

Rin’s heart shattered, but he refused to step back.

“I’m not trying to fix you,” he said, eyes steady. “I just want to be here.”

Part 9: The Weight of Darkness

One night, Rin awoke to find Sumiki gone from their shared dormitory.

His heart pounded as he searched the campus, finally finding her huddled under a bridge, hands shaking, tears streaking her pale face.

“Sumiki,” he whispered, kneeling beside her.

She flinched away, but he didn’t let go.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “For everything.”

Rin’s throat tightened. “You don’t have to apologize.”

She looked at him with haunted eyes. “I’m broken.”

“You’re not alone,” Rin said fiercely. “We’re broken together.”

Part 10: The First Touch

For the first time, Sumiki allowed Rin to touch her freely.

His hand brushed her hair back, his fingers warm against her cold skin.

She leaned into the contact, a quiet surrender.

But the scars beneath bandages remained — reminders of battles still being fought.

Rin vowed to stay, no matter how long the fight.

Part 11: Echoes of Gojo

The truth of Sumiki’s lineage haunted her.

Whispers followed her like shadows.

One afternoon, Rin overheard cruel rumors—“Gojo’s kid, but broken and weak.”

He found Sumiki alone, fists clenched.

“They don’t know you,” he said, voice soft but firm.

She laughed bitterly. “Maybe they see the real me.”

Rin shook his head. “No. They don’t.”

His faith in her burned brighter than any curse.

Part 12: A Fragile Promise

Under the bruised twilight sky, Rin and Sumiki made a silent vow — to fight the darkness together, to protect the fragile light inside each other.

Neither knew what tomorrow held.

But for the first time, they faced it side by side.

Part 13: The Family Shadow

The hallways of Jujutsu Tech buzzed with rumors about Sumiki Geto—Gojo’s child, mysterious and withdrawn. Rin knew the truth now, but to the others, she was just the enigma everyone whispered about but avoided.

Megumi Fushiguro, Sumiki’s brother, was different.

He carried the weight of their family quietly, his own dark eyes heavy with unspoken pain. Rin had met him briefly—stern, distant, but there was an undeniable protectiveness when Megumi glanced at Sumiki.

One afternoon, Rin caught Megumi watching Sumiki from across the courtyard.

“Is she okay?” Rin asked cautiously.

Megumi’s jaw tightened. “She’s broken in ways you can’t understand. Don’t get too close.”

Rin frowned. “I’m not afraid.”

Megumi’s gaze softened for a moment, but the warning remained.

Part 14: Yuji and Nobara’s Concern

Yuji Itadori and Nobara Kugisaki, Rin’s unexpected new friends, had taken a liking to Rin’s optimism.

“Don’t let Sumiki scare you off,” Yuji said one day, scratching the back of his head. “She’s got her reasons.”

Nobara’s sharp eyes softened slightly. “People like her carry a lot of pain. It’s not easy.”

Rin smiled, his bright spirit unyielding. “That’s why I want to help. No one should be alone.”

Their encouragement buoyed him, but Rin knew Sumiki’s silence was a storm he hadn’t yet weathered.

Part 15: Gojo’s Arrival

The news spread fast—Satoru Gojo himself would be visiting the school.

The students buzzed with nervous energy.

When Gojo appeared, his confident grin and flamboyant style masked the heaviness beneath. He looked at Sumiki with a mixture of pride, worry, and regret.

Rin watched from a distance as Sumiki stiffened, avoiding her father’s gaze.

Later, Gojo pulled Rin aside.

“She’s complicated,” Gojo said quietly. “The legacy she carries isn’t easy. You… you’re one of the few who’ve broken through.”

Rin nodded, determination blazing in his eyes.

“I won’t give up on her.”

Part 16: The Breaking Point

One night, Sumiki stormed into Rin’s room, voice sharp and trembling.

“Why do you keep trying? You don’t even know me.”

Rin reached out, but she backed away.

“I’m not like you. I’m not sunshine. I’m darkness.”

Tears welled in Rin’s eyes. “Then I’ll be your light.”

Sumiki’s laughter was bitter. “You don’t understand what you’re getting into.”

The tension exploded into a heated argument, voices cracking, pain spilling out.

Rin’s heart broke as Sumiki slammed the door.

Part 17: Healing in Fragments

Days passed in cold silence.

Then, a note slipped under Rin’s door: a small sketch of a cat

A fragile olive branch.

Rin clutched it, hope flickering amid the shadows.

He knew their road would be long and painful, but for the first time, Sumiki was letting him in — just a little.

Part 18: A Family Confrontation

Megumi approached Rin one evening, voice low.

“You’re serious about her.”

“I am,” Rin said without hesitation.

Megumi’s eyes darkened. “She’s dangerous. Not because she wants to hurt others, but because she’s hurting herself. Be careful.”

Rin met Megumi’s gaze steadily. “I know. But she deserves to be saved.”

Part 19: New Bonds, Old Scars

Yuji and Nobara grew closer to Sumiki, seeing glimpses of the girl beneath the pain.

Nobara was blunt, but kind. Yuji’s warmth was steady.

Sumiki began to tentatively trust again, though the scars inside and out remained.

Rin’s presence was a constant light, a fragile hope in their dark world.

Part 21: A Kind Heart Meets a Frozen Soul

Ayumi’s first attempts to reach Sumiki were met with icy silence and averted gazes.

Sumiki’s dark purple eyes barely flickered in response to Ayumi’s bright, persistent kindness.

But Ayumi was patient, her love for bunnies giving her a soft edge—her curse technique allowed her to summon three small white bunnies named Chiro, Sanko, and Miko, who seemed to lighten the heavy air around Sumiki whenever they appeared.

“Hey, Sumiki, want to meet my bunnies?” Ayumi asked gently one afternoon, her soft voice like a soothing melody.

Sumiki’s expression softened slightly but she said nothing.

Part 22: Cracks in the Ice

Ayumi and Rin began to spend time together trying to bring Sumiki out of her shell. Rin’s hopeful energy combined with Ayumi’s warm persistence created brief moments of light.

Sumiki, despite herself, found comfort in their presence—even if she wouldn’t admit it.

Megumi watched cautiously, protective yet hopeful.

Yuji and Nobara often joined, forming a small circle of support around Sumiki.

Part 23: The Breaking Storm

But darkness has a way of seeping through cracks of hope.

One evening, Sumiki’s old wounds bled anew.

Rin found her in the infirmary courtyard, bandages torn, her body trembling with pain and rage.

“Why won’t you leave me alone?” Sumiki’s voice was a harsh whisper.

Rin stepped closer, his voice gentle, “Because I care. Because you don’t have to fight this alone.”

But Sumiki’s pain was a wildfire. Her hands moved swiftly—cutting, slashing—not just her arms but toward Rin as he tried to reach her.

The sharp sting of her blades bit deeply into his skin and heart.

Rin gasped, stumbling back, blood staining his sleeve.

Part 24: Shattered Hearts

Tears welled in Rin’s eyes as he clutched his wounded arm.

“I’m sorry,” Sumiki whispered brokenly, retreating into the shadows she knew so well.

Ayumi rushed forward, her bunnies hopping anxiously at her feet.

“Rin!” she cried, kneeling beside him, her soft voice trembling with fear.

Megumi arrived moments later, his expression fierce but conflicted.

Yuji and Nobara flanked them, shock and concern etched on their faces.

Part 25: The Weight of Pain

Rin’s injury was more than physical—it was a wound carved into his spirit.

Sumiki’s desperate attack wasn’t meant to harm him truly; it was a cry from a soul drowning in its own darkness.

Ayumi held Rin’s hand tightly, whispering reassurances, while Rin’s gaze searched the shadows for Sumiki.

He knew this was far from over.

Part 26: Aftermath and Silence

The days that followed were heavy with silence.

Sumiki disappeared deeper into herself, guilt and self-loathing chaining her tighter.

Rin healed physically, but his heart bore scars that only time and trust could mend.

Ayumi stayed close, her bubbly exterior dimmed but resolute in protecting both Rin and Sumiki.

Megumi stood guard, torn between anger and understanding.

Part 27: A Fragile Hope

Despite the pain, Rin’s resolve burned brighter.

He would stand by Sumiki’s side, no matter how many times she tried to push him away.

Ayumi’s kindness remained a soft glow in the darkness, a reminder that even shattered souls can find pieces to rebuild.

But the road ahead was steep, filled with tears, scars, and the fragile hope of healing.

Part 28: Apologies and a Tender Kiss

The night wrapped around them like a gentle hush, the moonlight softening the sharp edges of their scars — both seen and unseen.

Sumiki’s footsteps were tentative as she approached Rin, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry. For everything.”

Rin’s eyes shone with warmth and understanding. “You don’t have to say anything. I know.”

They sat close, the silence between them filled with a fragile hope.

Slowly, without hurry, Sumiki lifted her gaze to meet Rin’s, vulnerability raw in her dark eyes.

Rin reached out, his fingers brushing gently against her cheek, grounding her in the moment.

Their lips met in a kiss that was soft and slow — a quiet promise, not forced but flowing naturally from everything they’d shared.

It wasn’t about fixing the past in a single moment, but about trusting each other enough to begin healing.

When they parted, their foreheads rested together, breaths mingling, hearts still tangled but somehow lighter.

In that tender kiss, they found a spark of something real — the beginning of hope.

Part 29: Chill Vibes and Unexpected Confessions

The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the student lounge, casting warm light on the group sprawled across the worn couches and scattered cushions. Rin, Ayumi, Sumiki, and Megumi had decided to take a break from training and curses, just to relax.

Ayumi was munching happily on a pile of strawberries, cheeks rosy and bright-eyed as she chatted animatedly. Rin, ever the bundle of energy, was sketching quietly in his notebook, occasionally glancing up with a soft smile at Sumiki.

Sumiki sat a little apart, arms crossed but with a small smile tugging at her lips as she watched the playful back-and-forth between Megumi and Ayumi. Megumi’s expression was half-annoyed, half-amused.

“You guys are so annoying,” Megumi grumbled, nudging Sumiki. “Ayumi’s always fussing over you, and Rin’s like a walking puppy.”

Sumiki rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop a smile. “And your girlfriend’s a food monster who somehow thinks every fruit is the best thing ever.”

Megumi huffed. “At least she doesn’t talk nonstop like Rin.”

Rin grinned, unfazed. “I’m just being friendly!”

Ayumi laughed, bouncing on her toes. “Hey! Someone’s got to keep things lively around here!”

Sumiki shook her head, then glanced down at Rin’s sketchbook. “You’re pretty good, Rin.”

Rin’s face flushed slightly, but he smiled. “Thanks. It helps me relax.”

Megumi smirked, crossing his arms. “Yeah, and Rin’s always got Sumiki’s back. Unlike some overprotective brothers I know.”

Sumiki shot him a sharp look. “I don’t need you to protect me, Megumi.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t need you getting all clingy with Rin either,” Megumi snapped back, voice low.

Sumiki’s eyes narrowed, but then she blinked and muttered quietly, almost to herself, “Rin’s a good boyfriend…”

The room froze.

Rin’s pencil slipped, Ayumi blinked wide-eyed, and Megumi’s jaw dropped.

Sumiki’s cheeks flushed a deep purple as she realized what she’d just said out loud.

“I—I didn’t mean—”

Megumi burst out laughing, shaking his head. “Wait, hold on. Did you just call Rin your boyfriend?”

Ayumi giggled, poking Rin’s arm. “Well, I guess that settles it!”

Rin blinked, stunned but smiling softly at Sumiki. “I… um… I don’t mind.”

Sumiki buried her face in her hands, but her heart fluttered wildly.

Megumi teased, “Looks like you two have some explaining to do.”

Ayumi grinned. “This is way better than training!”

The tension broke, laughter filling the room as the four friends settled back into their easy camaraderie — bonds strengthened, secrets accidentally shared, and futures full of promise.

Part 30: Holding Through the Pain

The quiet of the evening felt heavy, almost suffocating. Rin had been searching for Sumiki all day, worry knotting in his chest tighter with every unanswered call and silent hallway.

Finally, he found her in the abandoned training room—the pale light of the setting sun casting long shadows over her trembling form.

Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing jagged, raw cuts crisscrossing her pale arms. More marks stained her thighs and waist where fabric gaped unevenly.

Rin’s breath caught, but he didn’t yell. He didn’t rush or scold.

He knelt beside her slowly, heart breaking with every silent sob she tried to hide.

Without a word, Rin opened his arms.

Sumiki hesitated, then collapsed into him, her body shaking violently.

A sharp sting cut into Rin’s arm as she unconsciously dug her nails in, her pain spilling onto him.

Still, Rin held her tighter—not pulling away, not recoiling.

“I’m here,” he whispered, voice steady like a lighthouse in the storm.

“Let me carry some of this for you.”

Tears blurred Sumiki’s vision, but in that quiet moment, she felt less alone than she had in a long time.

Even as she hurt, even as her darkness clawed inside, Rin’s presence was a lifeline — a fragile hope that maybe, someday, the pain wouldn’t be so unbearable.

Part 31: A Gift of Light

The day after that heavy night, Rin quietly slipped out during break, determined to find something special for Sumiki.

He wandered through a small shop filled with colorful figures and trinkets, his eyes scanning until they landed on a delicate Miku figurine—soft pastel colors, a tiny smile frozen in time.

Sumiki loved Vocaloid; Rin remembered how her eyes lit up whenever she talked about her favorite songs.

He smiled softly, holding the figure gently as if it were fragile as her.

Later, he found Sumiki sitting alone in the courtyard, her usual guarded expression softened by the afternoon sun.

Without a word, Rin sat beside her and carefully placed the Miku figure in her hands.

Sumiki looked down, fingers curling around the gift. For a moment, she said nothing.

Then, a small, genuine smile broke through—the first Rin had seen in days.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice quiet but filled with something like hope.

Rin reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Whenever you feel lost, just look at her. You’re never alone.”

Sumiki’s eyes glistened, and for the first time in a long while, the weight on her shoulders felt a little lighter.

Part 32: A Gift Sewn with Care

Sumiki sat at her desk, staring blankly at the Miku figure Rin had given her. Her heart twisted with worry — she wanted to give Rin something back, but she had no idea what.

The pressure to find the perfect gift tangled in her chest like a tight knot.

Sumiki didn’t have a phone, and asking anyone directly felt almost impossible. But then she remembered—Gojo’s phone was always nearby.

With hesitant steps, she found Gojo in the hallway, lounging casually.

“Can I… borrow your phone for a moment?” she asked softly, voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo raised an eyebrow but smirked, handing it over. “Just don’t break it.”

Sumiki typed out a quick message to Ayumi: “Can you help me make a gift for Rin?”

Ayumi replied almost instantly: “Of course! Meet me after training!”

Later that day, Sumiki met Ayumi in the art room, surrounded by colorful fabric scraps and sewing kits.

Ayumi’s eyes sparkled as she said, “I thought we could make plushies — one of you and one of Rin! Something soft and cute, like a little reminder that you’re always together.”

Sumiki blinked, a tentative smile tugging at her lips. “You really think Rin would like that?”

Ayumi grinned, her energy infectious. “He’ll love it. It’s from the heart.”

Together, they picked fabric, stitched tiny details, and shared laughs between quiet moments.

Sumiki carefully chose colors that matched Rin’s scarf and her own dark palette, while Ayumi added little embroidered smiles and bright eyes.

When the plushies were finally finished, Sumiki cradled them both, a warmth blooming in her chest she hadn’t felt in a long time.

She knew Rin would see the love sewn into every stitch — a gift that didn’t need to be perfect, just real.

Part 33: A Gift From the Heart

Sumiki’s hands trembled as she clutched the two plushies—tiny, soft versions of herself and Rin, each carefully crafted with love and care.

She stood outside the courtyard, waiting for Rin to finish training. Her heart pounded, fear and hope tangled in her chest.

When Rin finally appeared, flushed from exertion but smiling, Sumiki’s voice barely came out.

“Rin... I… I made something for you.”

Rin’s eyes lit up as she stepped closer, reaching out gently to take the plushies.

“These… these are us?” he asked, awe in his voice.

Sumiki nodded, cheeks burning. “Ayumi helped me. I didn’t know what to get you, but… I wanted you to know you’re not alone.”

Rin’s smile softened into something tender. “Sumiki, this means so much to me. It’s perfect.”

He pulled her into a warm hug, careful and gentle. “Thank you—for trusting me enough to share this.”

Sumiki felt a flicker of something new—a fragile, beautiful hope—bloom inside her.

For once, she didn’t feel so broken.

With Rin by her side, maybe healing wasn’t just a distant dream.

Side Story: The Phone Request

Sumiki stood quietly in the hallway, twisting her fingers nervously. She never imagined she’d have to ask this—but she needed a phone. Just something simple to keep in touch with Rin.

She found Gojo leaning against the wall, casually scrolling on his phone, his usual confident smirk in place.

Taking a deep breath, Sumiki’s voice was barely a whisper. “Gojo… can I borrow your phone? Or… maybe have one of my own?”

Gojo blinked, then stared at her like she’d just spoken an alien language.

“Wait. Hold up.” His brow furrowed in confusion. “Sumiki, since when do you want a phone? You’ve literally never cared about phones or texting or—any of that.”

Sumiki shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “I know. But now, I think… I need it. To contact Rin. Whenever I want.”

Gojo’s eyes widened in disbelief, and he let out a slow, incredulous whistle. “Whoa. Okay. That’s… new.”

He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “You want a phone? Like, a legit phone? Not just borrow mine for a sec?”

Sumiki nodded quietly.

Gojo blinked again, then burst out laughing, shaking his head. “Man, you really do surprise me. But alright, I guess everyone changes.”

He pulled out his phone and held it out. “Here—take this for now. Just don’t lose it or do anything crazy.”

Sumiki’s lips twitched into a small, grateful smile.

Gojo gave her a playful nudge. “Next thing you know, you’ll be sending memes at 3 a.m.”

Sumiki rolled her eyes softly but felt lighter than she had in days.

Maybe change wasn’t so scary after all.

[sumikigeto]

Sumirin fanfic (ocxoc)

Sumirin :3

What you need to know:

sumiki: long black hair down to ankles with white roots and tips, pale, dark purple eyes, missing left eye (she cut it out), bangs covering left eye, scar on mouth, self harms, bandages on arm, 16, likes vocaloid, artist, suicidal, ugly, nonverbal, shy, short 4’11, dosnt show any emotion, eating disorder, likes getting hurt, mean, can’t use jujitsu, nurse, picky eater, megumis sister, normal jujitsu uniform with short sleeves, a long skirt and tights, born march 3rd 2001, trans male to female, big eyes, long fingernails, black painted nails, favourite colour is purple, hates food, has a quiet soft voice, hates people, small fanged teeth,

rin:

(Appearance: Short fluffy blonde hair, pale skin, green left eye and blue right eye (heterochromia). 5'5 feet tall. He wears the normal Jujutsu Tech uniform with a pink scarf and fingerless gloves.)

(Age: 15 years old.)

(Personality: Very supportive, optimistic, bright, always willing to help, outgoing, kind, very sweet, talkative, and very curious. Rin has a hard time reading the room or understanding social cues, and he is slightly clueless. Rin is very affectionate and loves physical touch. He never seems to run out of energy. The sunshine ever ❤️)

(Rin random information/trivia: Rin gets cold very easily.

Rin loves art.

Rin has an extremely high pain tolerance.

Rin is multilingual, and he is able to speak English, Japanese, and Korean.

Rin has a VERY large appetite (bigback frfr).)

Sumiki was walking through the halls of jujutsu high when a boy around her age who had blonde hair a nice uniform and a pink scarf around his neck. He accidentally ran into her, and they both fell to the floor, but right when she was about to yell at him, he immediately picked her up and placed her back down on her feet and started apologizing frantically.

Rin: “IM SO SORRY!!! I-I’m new here!”

Sumiki: “ are you new to the school or are you new to earth being new here? Doesn’t mean you can just run into people whenever you want.”

Rin: “I-I’m sorry… I’m rin!”

Sumiki: “..no”

Rin: “no? What do you mean no?”

Sumiki: “your not getting my name”

Rin: “atleast let me know your last name”

Sumiki: “yu”

Rin: “yu? That’s pretty cute. we got this far so what’s your first name?”

Sumiki: “fuck”

Rin: “so your name is fuck yu- HEY!!”

Sumiki: “fine. Sumiki geto”

Rin: “cute name for a cute girl

Sumiki punches him away and then starts walking down the hallway. Rin wakes up 5 minutes later and Immediately goes to class once he gets there his new teacher gojo calls him in

Gojo: “rin!! Everyone this is rin Kakashi!!”

The room goes very very very, very, very, very, very very very very very very very very very very, very, very, very quiet other than yuji clapping

yuji: “YAY RIN- rin.. why is everyone quiet…”

Rin: “where sumiki”

gojo: “OH sumiki! That’s my kid she dosnt go here”

megumi: “she has no technique so she can’t be a sorcerer”

ayumi: “she’s very cute though”

Megumi hits Ayumis head

ayumi: “ow!”

megumi: “she comes to sit in here sometimes”

rin: “Kay!!”

after that, and after a few days later, Sumiki started hanging out with Rin a lot like more than she’s ever ever hung out with anyone which was weird because she doesn’t even hang out with her family so why would she hang out with some random guy but after a month or two, gojo notice something they would be holding hands a lot and Gojo even Rin kissing Sumiki on the cheek once they weren’t just friends, and Gojo was the only one who knew.

One night all the first years were having a sleepover/movie night and Sumiki wanted to join because Rin was there 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

gojo said yes bc he’s so silly pookie and also he was having a girls night with shoko and utahime (yes it’s a girls night bc gojo is a femboy)

sumiki and Megumi were putting on the movie

Megumi: “how about… the conjuring?”

sumiki: “megumi you screamed like a little girl and was clinging to ayumi last time we watched saw4!”

ayumi Who was doing face masks with Nobara answers

ayumi: “it’s true Fushi”

megumi: “still I want you guys to scream”

sumiki: “nah you want ayumi to scream in your bed-“

megumi hits sumiki

megumi: “shut up!!!!”

sumiki: “It’s true.. you guys are as loud as Hikari and dad-“

megumi starts hitting sumiki repeatedly

sumiki: ow! Ow! Ow! OW! HEY STOP IT AYUMI-CHAN!!! Your boyfriends hitting me!!!”

ayumi: “megumi stop hitting her or you can cuddle yuji during the movie”

Yuji dose uh… 😏 this face to megumi and megumi looks disturbed

megumi: “ok I’ll stop”

rin walks in with a shitton of snacks (the fatty)

Sumiki perks up when she sees rin. Her face turning red

rin: “hey geto are you sick? You look red”

sumiki turns away and scowls at him

ayumi: “rin-San!!! You got food!?”

rin: “yeah!! And I’m ordering some more wanr to help”

ayumi: “yeah!!!”

they both walk into a different room snd megumi and sumiki turn to each other looking angry

sumiki: “get your bubblegum haired girlfriend away from my rin”

megumi: “you get your golden retriever ‘boyfriend’ away from my gf”

They keep fighting until rin and ayumi come back. Megumi pulls ayumi into his lap. Sumiki notices and trying putting rin in her lap but she was a lot smaller and weaker than rin. Her weak body couldn’t handle his fatness

Rin: “sumiki why don’t you sit in my lap?”

sumiki: “fine!”

sumiki reluctantly sits in his lap.. feeling warm and nice.. she cuddles closer and falls asleep..

When the movie ends rin puts down sumiki and goes to the skibidi toilet to take a shit from the 67 mangos he ate (god kill me)

when he came back everyone was asleep (he took two hours shitting) exept sumiki who was awake

Rin: “Sumi?”

sumiki: “oh hi”

rins mind: “she let me call her that? She hates nicknames… maybe I’m special, I should dance- wait no”

rin: “hey why are you awake?”

sumiki: “I was cold”

rin: “wanna cuddle”

sumiki: “Rin I’m not soft.. I don’t cuddle I don’t love.. I’ll just hurt you if I get close”

Rin: “..Sumi you can stab my heart out and I wouldn’t be mad.. you mean so much to me”

Rin pulls her close and cups her cheek

sumiki: “rin-“

he kisses her just for a second before pulling back

rin: “can I do that?.. I don’t wanna-

SHE KISSES HIM!!! LETS GO BOYS SUMIRIN!!!

he freezes for a second before leaning into it

rin: “sumiki what if the others wake up..”

sumiki: “just one more minute..”

5 minutes later they both were out of breath

(no they didn’t fuck they were just making out)

rin carried sumiki back to her sleeping bag and they fell asleep cuddling each other

(ayumi, yuji and gojo took photos in the morning)

AHHHH