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[boyeetsworld]

Xaden: “Okay everyone, safety briefing for this weekend.”

Xaden *to Ridoc and Bodhi*: “Do not add to the population.”

Xaden *to Imogen*: “Do not subtract from the population.”

Xaden *to Rhiannon, Sawyer, and Garrick in order*: “Do not end up in the newspaper, the hospital, or in jail.”

Xaden *to Violet*: “If you do end up in jail, establish dominance quickly.”

[boyeetsworld]

Hounds of Love

m.fushiguro x fem oc (she/her pronouns) jjk fanfic (roughly follows anime storyline) WARNING: ‼️ gore descriptions, violence, nsfw, smut ‼️ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ No. 9

Megumi shuffled forward as Nobara ran off to do her shopping. Emiri sat on the bleachers behind Inumaki as Maki began to lecture Megumi in the training ground.

“Here, try your hand at the long one,” she stated as she tossed him the staff she was holding.

Megumi lifted his hand and caught the staff, swinging it across his body and pointing it downward.

“This actually feels pretty good.”

Megumi squared his shoulders, gripping the staff tightly as he faced Maki. He was determined to prove himself, to show that he could hold his own against the skilled second-year. Maki watched him with a critical eye, reaching for another and readying her staff. With a swift movement, she lunged forward, the wooden staff whistling through the air as she aimed for Megumi's side.

However, Megumi was prepared for the challenge. He deflected the blow with practiced ease, countering with a quick jab of his own. Maki sidestepped, her movements fluid and graceful as she dodged his attack. Their staffs clashed again and again, the sound of wood striking wood echoing through the training ground. Megumi fought with determination, his focus unwavering as he sought to land a hit on Maki.

But Maki was a seasoned warrior, her skill unmatched. She caught Megumi off guard with a swift feint, sweeping his legs out from under him. He hit the ground with a thud, his staff clattering to the ground beside him. For a moment, there was silence as Megumi lay on the ground, stunned by his defeat. Maki stood over him, her expression unreadable as she offered him a hand up.

“You fought well," she said simply, her voice soft but tinged with a hint of respect. “But still a lot to learn.”

Megumi took her hand, allowing her to pull him to his feet. Maki turned to Emiri, and the girl stood. She moved down the stairs to be even with Maki, leaned down to pick up the staff Megumi had dropped, and drew her feet back without another word.

Emiri gripped the staff tightly, a determined glint in her eyes as she faced off against Maki. She had observed Megumi's fight closely, analyzing Maki's movements, looking for any weaknesses she could exploit.

Maki watched Emiri with a calculating gaze, noting the determination in her stance. With a slight nod, she acknowledged the challenge, raising her staff in preparation for the duel. The two of them circled each other warily, the tension thick in the air. Then, in a blur of motion, they lunged forward simultaneously, their staffs meeting with a resounding clash.

Emiri moved with fluid grace, her strikes precise and calculated. She matched Maki's every move, deflecting her attacks with skillful precision. Maki, in turn, was impressed by Emiri's prowess, her eyes narrowing in concentration as she sought to find an opening.

The fight raged on, neither giving an inch, as they traded blow after blow. Emiri's heart pounded in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she focused all her energy on the battle at hand. Maki's movements were like a well-choreographed dance, each step deliberate and calculated. But Emiri was relentless, her determination driving her forward even as fatigue began to set in.

Despite their exhaustion, neither of them faltered, their determination fueling their resolve. The fight seemed to stretch on endlessly, neither willing to concede defeat. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they both came to a standstill, their staffs locked in a stalemate. They stared at each other, breathing heavily, a mutual respect forming between them.

“You're good," Maki admitted, a hint of admiration in her voice.

“As are you," Emiri replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

With a nod of acknowledgment, they lowered their staffs, the fight coming to an end. Though evenly matched, they both knew that this was only the beginning of their journey. Together, they would continue to train, grow stronger, and face whatever challenges lay ahead.

“Who taught you how to fight?” Maki questioned as the group settled on the bleachers.

They discarded their staffs as Megumi sat behind Inumaki on the bleachers, Panda sat on the bench facing them, and Maki settled against the nearby tree as Emiri sat diagonal from Megumi across from Panda.

“My father,” she relented hesitantly.

Very few people knew much about her father, and what they did know was scarce. Emiri never even knew his name. His relationship with her was much more drill sergeant and trainee than father-daughter. She looked up at Maki, disregarding the bad memories of her father’s training.

“I can fight with any weapon or hand-to-hand, close combat,” Emiri stated.

“We’ll most likely have to carry cursed tools,” Panda informed.

“Well, Zen’in, you often carry around two or even more with you,” Megumi commented. “How do you do that?”

“Oh, I make Panda carry them,” Maki shared as she gestured at Panda and then glanced at Emiri. “But you form yours in combat.”

“Yeah, um, I don’t think I could do it for all of us though,” Emiri stated hesitantly, feeling bad for her response. “It's blood manipulation. My blood runs through what I create…only I can wield it.”

“I’m fine with supplementing close combat with weapons,” Megumi stated as he looked down at his hands. “But with my technique, I want to be able to have my hands free. Swords cost you time sheathing and unsheathing them.”

“Some Jujutsu Sorcerers keep cursed spirits that can store and retrieve objects,” Panda informed as he raised his finger.

“Yeah, but he can’t do that,” Maki sighed. “And it takes time to tame them too, but if you do find any, let me know.”

Fushiguro became silent at Maki’s comment, falling deep into thought.

“You know, Emi and Megumi have similar techniques; he can draw his shikigami from the shadows, while you draw weapons from your blood. You could learn from each other,” Maki stated as she shifted toward Emiri.

“Learn from each other,” Emiri repeated, disgust coating her tongue. “He'll never listen to me.”

“Then it’s team-building too,” Maki shot as she crossed her arms. “Your bickering is only going to be a nuisance during the Event; best to learn to tolerate each other now.”

Emiri's expression tightened at Maki's suggestion, a mixture of frustration and resignation flashing in her eyes. She glanced at Megumi, who remained silent beside her, his own thoughts veiled behind a stoic facade.

“Fine," Emiri conceded begrudgingly, her tone clipped. “But don't expect me to hold back."

Megumi nodded in agreement, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. Despite their differences, there was a shared determination between them, and a mutual desire to improve and succeed.

Maki watched them with a satisfied smirk, her arms still crossed as she leaned against the tree. She knew that their rivalry could either hinder or strengthen them, depending on how they chose to approach it.

“Good," she said simply, her voice firm.

The month and a half that followed was filled with the second year’s training regimen. Under Maki's guidance, they underwent rigorous training regimens, honing their skills and pushing their limits to prepare for the upcoming Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event.

Emiri threw herself into her training with fierce determination, her resolve unwavering despite the challenges she faced. She pushed herself to the limit, refining her blood manipulation techniques and mastering new combat strategies. With each passing day, she felt herself growing stronger and more confident in her abilities. Megumi, too, dedicated himself wholeheartedly to his training. He worked tirelessly to improve his shikigami techniques, delving deeper into the shadows to draw forth ever more powerful allies.

In the first week, the first years fought against the third years in close combat. The training regimen was instructive and enjoyable until Maki declared Megumi and Emiri to train together. Emiri huffed as Maki sent them off to “learn from each other.”

“Just no using cursed energy on each other!” Maki shouted as they retreated across the field. “You two would definitely abuse that opportunity.”

She murmured under her breath as the second years left the track, leaving Megumi and Emiri standing in the field.

Emiri shot Megumi a sidelong glance, her expression guarded as they stood together in the open field. She couldn't shake the feeling of resentment towards being paired up with him, but she knew Maki was right – they needed to learn to work together if they were going to succeed in the upcoming event.

“Guess we're stuck with each other," Emiri muttered, her tone tinged with annoyance.

Megumi simply nodded, his demeanor calm and composed as always. He didn't seem bothered by their forced partnership, though Emiri couldn't help but wonder if he was secretly amused by the situation.

“Let's get this over with," Emiri said, her voice brimming with determination. “I don't have time to waste babysitting you."

Megumi raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Babysitting? I think you'll find I can handle myself just fine."

With that, they fell into a ready stance, their eyes locked in silent challenge. Emiri took a deep breath, focusing her energy as she prepared to face off against Megumi.

“You really think you can do it?” Emiri asked in a teasing tone, but underlyingly sincere. “Pull cursed tools out of thin air.”

“How did you learn?” He asked bluntly.

Emiri opened her mouth to respond, but hesitated, just like when Maki had asked, the memories crept into her head. Her father’s training was more like torture. Megumi noticed Emiri's momentary hesitation, her expression clouded with memories of her father's harsh training. He could sense the weight of her past bearing down on her, the scars of her upbringing still fresh in her mind. He softened his gaze, his earlier teasing demeanor replaced with genuine concern.

“You don't have–”

“It’s complicated,” she stated, her face solemn. “My father was... strict. He trained me relentlessly, pushing me to my limits…I was a child,” she looked up at him, her eyes glistening. “Blood manipulation is inherited, not every child has it. You know that just like your technique. When my father found out I had it…he abused that power…

I’m only telling you this because I think it will help, he pushed me to my limits, and I resented him for that, for not having a normal childhood. That resentment fueled my energy, my power…and you have to let it, Megumi. As a Jujutsu Sorcerer, you have to save who you can and loathe what stands in your way with your entire being.”

“Is that why you’re always so unpleasant?” Megumi mockingly huffed.

“Yeah, probably,” Emiri stated dully as she looked down.

“Emiri…I, uh–”

“What do you have to tell me about shikigami?” She offered with a shrug, urging him to change the topic.

Emiri's abrupt redirection caught Megumi off guard, but he quickly composed himself, recognizing her subtle attempt to steer the conversation away from her painful past.

“Shikigami," he began, his tone shifting to a more serious demeanor. “they're manifestations of cursed energy, drawn from the shadows–"

“I know what they are, dipshit,” Emiri huffed as Megumi glared at her.

“Well, what do you want from me then?” Megumi argued, throwing his hands up. “You can make them stronger by focusing more energy on them,” he offered, and Emiri perked at the comment. “But that’s a given.”

“Really?” she questioned.

“Yeah,” he furrowed his brow as he looked at her. “I’ve figured out that when one of my shikigami is destroyed…their power is passed down to the others.”

“That’s…actually impressive.” Emiri acknowledged lowly.

“Erhm, thanks,” he replied, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. “I've been experimenting with different ways to maximize their effectiveness in combat.”

Emiri's interest was piqued as she listened intently, her earlier reticence giving way to genuine curiosity. Despite their initial reluctance to work together, she found herself intrigued by Megumi's insights into shikigami manipulation.

“Could…could you show me?” she asked, her tone more earnest than before.

Megumi hesitated for a moment, considering her request. Despite their rocky start, he recognized the value in collaborating with Emiri, especially if it meant improving their chances of success in the upcoming event.

“Sure,” he replied, his expression softening slightly. “but we'll need to find a secluded spot away from prying eyes.”

Emiri nodded in agreement, a determined glint in her eyes as she followed Megumi to a secluded corner of the training grounds. There, they began to experiment with different techniques, each learning from the other's strengths and weaknesses.

As they trained together, a tentative bond began to form between them, built on a foundation of mutual respect and shared determination. Despite their differences, they were united by a common goal: to become stronger and overcome whatever challenges lay ahead.

And in that moment, as they worked side by side, Emiri couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope for the future. Perhaps, with Megumi's guidance and support, she could finally begin to let go of the ghosts of her past and embrace the power that lay within her.

The following month and a half was a continuation of Maki’s training and forcing Megumi and Emiri to work together. The first years learned a great deal about the second years, their personalities, and techniques, but also gained stamina and raw strength, agility. Emiri and Megumi discovered a growing sense of camaraderie, trust, but neither let up on their abrasive attitudes and insults towards each other. The Exchange Event grew near, and the first years bubbled with anticipation and remembrance of their fallen friend.

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[boyeetsworld]

Hounds of Love

m.fushiguro x fem oc (she/her pronouns) jjk fanfic (roughly follows anime storyline) WARNING: ‼️ gore descriptions, violence, nsfw, smut ‼️ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ No. 8

The campus was quiet, the news spreading like wildfire. Emiri sat at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the dormitory. She sat by herself for thirty minutes before Megumi silently joined her sitting to her left. 

“He’s really dead,” she whispered softly.

“Yeah,” Megumi responded lowly.

They fell into a heavy silence, the weight of their loss hanging between them like a shroud. The sound of distant footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, a stark reminder of the bustling life that once filled the campus.

After a while, Emiri spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. 

“Do you think... Do you think there was something we could have done?"

“I don’t know,” he stated sadly. “Don’t blame yourself.”

Emiri broke her stare from the stairs in front of her and looked over at him. Megumi's eyes met Emiri's, reflecting the same mixture of grief and confusion. Despite the pain they shared, there was a sense of solidarity in their silent exchange.

“I…I just keep replaying it all in my head…” Her eyes became glossy as she gazed at him. “Could we have saved him?”

Megumi gulped as he looked over at her, her sadness pricked at his soul. His hands lingered on each other as he urged himself to keep them in his lap. He took a steady breath as he maintained eye contact with her.

“We did the best we could,” he stated as if he was trying to convince himself.

She nodded sternly before she looked down at her hands. Emiri could’ve sworn that at that moment her hands were covered in blood. She folded them together as she squeezed her eyes shut then opened them again to see her clean hands. 

Emiri gulped as she unfolded her hands, it felt like his blood was on her hands. And it wasn’t fading. 

Megumi was to her left and Nobara sat a few steps behind them positioned in between them. Emiri’s elbows were on her knees and her chin was in her hands. He was robbed of his life and all she could do was stand there and get beaten and battered.

All she could do, all she could will herself to do was to become stronger. Something seethed inside her, something clawed at her rib cage. She barely knew Yuji, but the tragedy was something that occurred every day. Something that Emiri could prevent.

She was pulled from her thoughts as she heard footsteps behind her. Nobara lingered at the top of the stairs before she slowly walked down and sat behind them. Emiri looked over at her as she let out a sigh.

“Live a long life,” Nobara whispered. “Guess that doesn’t mean much when you die yourself,” 

Emiri lifted her head slowly as she looked over at Megumi. His legs were spread and his arms resting on his thighs.

“First time having a partner die?” she asked hesitantly.

His gaze shifted to hers, his green eyes were stone cold, serious, cutting through her like razor blades. Despite the loss of their comrade, Megumi was reluctant to relinquish his smugness, letting himself appear unaffected by the events. Yet, Emiri had seen him when Yuji fell at his feet, she had seen the way his lip quivered, how he stifled a sorrowful gasp.

“One my age…yeah,” Megumi responded coldly.

“Me too,” Emiri murmured barely enough for either of them to hear.

“You two are taking it well though.” Nobara sighed.

“Yeah, you too,” Emiri stated the response was almost automatic.

“Well, of course,” Nobara huffed reassuming her off-putting attitude. “two weeks ago I didn’t even know him. …I mean, jeez.”

Her words trailed off as her face became sad, and her lip began to quiver as she choked back a sob. Emiri looked back at the auburn-haired girl, her expression almost lifeless. She had grown up around death, she was born into a dying family. What upset her about Yuji’s death was the loss of a strong sorcerer, a pure soul, a gentle human being who could’ve saved them all. Yuji wasn’t just the possible solution to Sukana’s existence, but his kindness and innocence offered him so much more strength. 

Emiri turned her body forward as Nobara continued to struggle with holding back her tears. Megumi’s eyes shifted slightly to Emiri’s.

“It’s hot, isn’t it?” He remarked.

“Yeah,” Emiri huffed as she looked out at the campus. “wonder if it’s time for summer uniforms?”

The weight of grief hung heavy in the air as Emiri, Megumi, and Nobara grappled with the loss of Yuji. Each copes in their own way, revealing glimpses of vulnerability amidst their attempts to remain composed. They remained in silence, the sounds of nature engulfing them until sharp footsteps on the cobblestone filled the air.

The first-years looked up as a lean, athletic woman neared them. She had a slender form and broader shoulders, thin wire glasses, and dark hair thrown into a ponytail with bangs hanging around her face. She placed her hand on her hips while the other gripped a covered weapon slung over her shoulder.

“So, what’s this,” she huffed. “You look even more miserable than usual, Megumi.”

“Oh, what’s up Zen’in.” Megumi huffed.

“Stop calling me by my last name.” the woman huffed annoyed.

“Maki! Maki!” a gruff voice called from behind her.

Maki spun around, diverting her attention from the first years. She looked back at two figures behind a statue in the courtyard. One was a short but slender boy with a sandy mess of hair that obscured his eyes. His uniform was pulled high over his mouth. The other was a panda, the large black and white bear hiding behind the statue.

“You don’t know why they’re so down?” The panda questioned as he glared at Maki.

“No, should I?” Maki huffed as she crossed her arms.

“Someone died,” the panda urged. “a boy, one of the first years.”

“Bonito flakes,” the sandy-haired boy stated lowly.

“Why didn’t you say so?!” Maki twitched as she scowled at the panda. “Now, I look like some kind of heartless cold-blooded demon!”

“Yeah, that’s how you came off.” Emiri chimed as she looked up at Maki.

Maki groaned as she began to argue with the two.

“So who are these guys?” Nobara asked as she watched them bicker.

“Second years,” Megumi informed. “Zen’in is the best of all the students at wielding cursed tools. And that’s the cursed speech user Inumaki,” he gestured to the short boy. “He can only speak in rice ball ingredients.”

“He is a little bit softer when Yuta’s around though.” the panda sighed as he looked over at Megumi.

“And that’s Panda,” Megumi stated bluntly. “There's one more, his name is Okkotsu and he’s actually the only second year I genuinely respect, but he’s overseas right now.”

“Must’ve taken a village to get you to respect someone,” Emiri mumbled.

“Panda? That’s all you’re giving me is Panda?” Nobara questioned as she gawked at Megumi.

“Sorry to hit you up with this now when you’re in mourning. Bad timing. Please forgive us for that,” Panda began as he neared the stairs where they sat. “But see, we’d like you both to be in the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event.”

“Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event?” Nobara repeated in confusion. “What is that?”

“It’s a get-together with the other high school in Kyoto,” Megumi commented.

“Isn’t that event mainly for second and third years?” Emiri asked as she looked over at Panda.

“Turns out the idiot third years got themselves suspended, so you need to participate.”

“So what exactly do you do at this event?” Nobara questioned.

“It goes like this,” Panda began. “Day one is a team battle and day two is individual battles.”

“Team and individual?” Nobara was awestruck.

“Jujutsu battles where anything short of killing is fair game.” Maki continued.

“We’re fighting other sorcerers?!” Nobara yelled.

“Don’t worry we’ll train you up,” Panda confirmed confidently.

“So are you in?” Maki finally questioned. “I understand your partner just died.”

“We’re in.” Megumi and Emiri started at the same time as Nobara contorted her face in confusion.

She slowly stepped forward joining the other two. Emiri clenched her fists as she recalled the battle at the detention center, she had much to work on. In that moment she vowed she would become stronger, stronger for her fallen comrade. 

“But if I decide your training is pointless,” Emiri spoke informatively. “I’ll quit instantly.”

“Same here.” Megumi nodded.

“Well, people this cocky are all the worthwhile more to train.” Panda beamed.

The second years began to chatter as the training commenced. Nobara, now filled with excitement, bounded down to the track with them as Emiri declared she and Megumi would be a minute. She hesitantly turned to the boy as he shot her a harsh, yet confused look.

“There’s something…I-I think we should do,” she reached into the pocket of her uniform and pulled out a scrap of fabric with letters woven into it then passed it to Megumi, his eyes widened. “you should give it to her.”

Emiri's suggestion hung in the air, adding a layer of weight to the already somber atmosphere. Megumi took the piece of fabric from her, his expression unreadable. He glanced down at it, fingers tracing the letters woven into the fabric. Memories flooded back, emotions stirred within him.

“Are you sure?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Emiri nodded solemnly, “She deserves to know."

“I-I’m not sur–”

“Megumi, this is what I think of as Yuji’s last wish,” she whispered, feeling the weight of the memories. “I’ll go with you…but you should give it to her.”

Megumi nodded softly. At this signal, Emiri turned on her heels and they began their short journey out of Tokyo. They found and arrived at Okkazki Tadashi’s mother’s home within thirty minutes. Megumi was hesitant as he brought his fist to the door and knocked, but ultimately did it. The door creaked open softly to the face of a short brunette woman.

She smiled sweetly as they introduced themselves and then welcomed them into her home. Megumi was solemn as he spoke to the lady informing her of why they were there.

“By the time we got to the scene your son was already dead,” he stated as the woman’s expression began to fold. “I’m sorry,”

She let out a soft sob and Megumi looked back at Emiri, but she nodded softly and he continued.

“To be honest I was skeptical of saving any of the people in there, however, my friend was different. He wasn’t successful, but he at least tried to bring his body back for you.” Megumi sighed as he pulled out the name tag and reached in toward the woman. “Please take this, I know it’s not much, I’m sorry we weren’t able to save him.”

“It’s alright…don’t apologize,” he stated sorrowfully.

Her sobs grew and shortly she showed them out. Megumi was silent, his head hung low as they exited the building.

“Thank you,” he remarked softly and Emiri glanced over at him. “Answer me something,”

“Hm?” Emiri hummed.

“As a sorcerer, what kind of people do you want to save?”

Emiri paused, considering Megumi's question carefully. The weight of their recent experiences, the loss they had endured, and the purpose they held as sorcerers all converged in her mind.

“I want to save those who need me, those who are powerless against the curses that threaten their lives," she began, her voice steady despite the emotions swirling within her. “I want to save those who are kind, those who strive for goodness even in the face of darkness. And... I want to save those who have lost hope, those who feel abandoned and alone."

Megumi listened intently, his gaze fixed on Emiri as she spoke. Her words resonated with him, echoing his sentiments buried deep within his heart.

“Yuji... he wanted to save everyone," Megumi murmured, a flicker of sadness in his eyes. “He had this unwavering belief that no one should be left behind, no matter the cost."

Emiri nodded, a solemn understanding passing between them. They both carried the weight of Yuji's legacy, a reminder of the ideals they strove to uphold. Emiri smirked softly, surprised by Megumi’s softness at her. His content expression faded when he saw her smirk.

“Sounds like someone finally made a friend,” she remarked playfully.

Megumi groaned at her change in tone, the automatic shift back to her usual personality. The tone irritated him so much, but he sighed. Today he found her attitude, her shots at him, a reminder of what he still had left.

“Your insults are actually refreshing today,” he stated as he looked over at her.

“Oh, I’m glad,” Emiri smiled, placing her hand against her chest. “I knew you’d start to like me.”

Megumi scoffed and they began to bicker. Emiri couldn’t help but smile as they resumed their usual harsh banter. They quickly found their way back to Jujutsu High where the second years and Nobara were waiting for them. Nobara had begun training with Panda while Megumi and Emiri arrived, changed out of their uniforms, and into training clothes.

“Where were you two?” Maki questioned as she raised her eyebrow.

Megumi began down the stairs around the track and towards Maki, Emiri lingering behind him. Maki had a staff resting on her shoulder, Inumaki was sitting to her right, and Panda and Nobara were running around the track.

“What does it matter to you?” Megumi responded heartlessly.

“Fushiguro!” Nobara grumbled as Panda swung her around and she began to ramble. “Let me go buy some cute tracksuits for this event!”

Panda released Nobara and Maki stepped forward swinging her staff and looking back at Megumi.

“So first, see if you can land a blow on us,” she challenged as she narrowed her eyes.

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[boyeetsworld]

Hounds of Love

m.fushiguro x fem oc (she/her pronouns) jjk fanfic (roughly follows anime storyline) WARNING: ‼️ gore descriptions, violence, nsfw, smut ‼️ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ No. 7

Megumi and Emiri returned to the outskirts of the detention center, just within the veil, where the assistant was waiting in a car. Emiri lifted Nobara into the backseat before she began to dress her wounds.

“We need to expand the evacuation area by 10 kilometers,” Megumi urged the assistant as Emiri shut the car door.

“What about you two?” the assistant questioned, eyeing Megumi and Emiri.

“We’re staying,” Emiri declared, nearing Megumi as she spoke to the assistant through the car window. “We’re going to wait for Itadori.”

“You’re not staying,” Megumi retorted, shooting her a glare. “You’re injured.”

“Barely,” Emiri huffed, gesturing to the claw mark on her shoulder that had stopped bleeding. “I’m fine.”

“I’ll get Kugisaki to the hospital,” the assistant assured. “Then I’ll come back here for you two.”

“No,” Megumi insisted. “Have them send a sorcerer grade one or higher if one’s around.”

“I’ll do my best,” the assistant sighed before driving off.

The car retreated, and the two first-years turned back to face the detention center, where Yuji still fought inside as Sukuna. Rain fell lightly as the two weighed the gravity of their situation.

“Even if this goes south, if the worst case happens,” Megumi muttered, gazing at the landscape, “it will be my responsibility to-”

“Don’t even,” Emiri interrupted, ruining Megumi’s stoic moment of staring off into the distance. “Whatever burden you bear when it comes to Yuji, we bear it together.”

Megumi was shocked by her words, looking over at her with a smug yet surprised expression.

“Don’t look so shocked, Megumi,” she huffed. “You saved me in there, wasn’t the first time either, I owe you,” he nodded, slightly accepting her words. “When I say I owe you, it means you own me. If it comes to killing Itadori, we’ll do it together.”

Megumi huffed at her words in quiet approval, but he still looked annoyed. Emiri sighed as she stepped forward to be even with him.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? To work as a team?” she asked coldly, losing the tone of camaraderie she had.

The rain continued to fall softly, creating a somber backdrop as Megumi and Emiri faced the detention center. Despite the gravity of their circumstances, Megumi couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at Emiri's unwavering resolve. Her words echoed in his mind, her declaration of owing him meaning he owned her. It was a weighty sentiment, one that Megumi wasn't sure he was prepared to shoulder.

“Yeah,” he finally huffed. “Working as a team is the plan.”

“Great,” Emiri insisted.

Suddenly, a wave of energy rushed over them, and Megumi gasped. Emiri’s eyes flew to the detention center.

“The innate domain’s closed off,” Megumi observed. “The special grade is dead. Now, we just need Itadori to return safely.”

Within seconds, a rush of wind swept behind them. Emiri was torn from Megumi’s side as arms gripped her. Megumi's eyes widened as Yuji appeared in front of him, holding Emiri in his arms. She struggled as he held a sharp fingernail to her throat.

“Yeah, sorry,” Yuji’s voice was gruff, tattoos covering his face as he cackled at Emiri. “He isn’t going to be coming back.”

“Huh?” Megumi murmured, at a loss for words.

“Sukuna,” Emiri seethed as she tried to wriggle from his grasp.

“You’re a lively one!” Sukuna chuckled through Yuji’s body. “There’s no reason to be afraid, I’m in such a great mood right now, and you…” he drew a finger along her jaw and across her lips. “You’re just a beauty, let’s just chat for a little.”

Emiri whimpered as she tried to pull away from him, struggling against his chest. Megumi’s fists clenched as he watched Sukuna tease her with his razor-sharp nail.

“Give her back,” he growled under his breath.

“The kid had it comin’,” Sukuna sighed, ignoring Megumi’s request. “Using me and not making a deal, and now it seems like he’s having some trouble trying to take his body back. Then no matter what he did, this would’ve ended up the same.”

Sukuna released his grip on Emiri, sending her stumbling backward into Megumi's arms. Megumi caught her, his eyes fixed on Sukuna.

“I’ve been thinking about the different ways I can do this…” Sukuna chuckled as he brought his hand up and then plunged it into his own chest.

“What are you doing?” Megumi questioned as Emir pushed herself out of his arms.

A pool of blood fell from Yuji’s chest to the ground as Sukuna gripped his heart.

“I’m taking this brat hostage,” Sukuna announced, holding Yuji’s organ in his hand. “Switching out with me means he dies.”

Emiri and Megumi drew back into a defensive stance as Sukuna chuckled.

“Now, you can be frightened…because I’m going to kill you two just for the hell of it.”

“And just like that, our positions are now reversed,” Megumi stated under his breath. “The only thing granted equally to all is an unfair reality,” he drew his fists up. “You don’t get it, but I do. Itadori is coming back even if that means he’ll die. That’s just who he is.”

“You give him too much credit,” Sukuna lamented. “He’s just a little tougher and a whole lot denser than other human beings.”

Megumi shuddered as he realized what they would have to do. They needed to convince Sukuna he couldn’t fight them without a heart. If they couldn’t do that, they needed to bring Yuji back even if it meant he died. Emiri was swift to move past this thought as Megumi hesitated.

Emiri lunged forward, and Megumi’s eyes shifted toward her. He moved his hands together, connecting at the thumb and fanning out his fingers. A layer of dark smoke appeared behind him as his orange bird shikigami, Nue, formed. Emiri was already close to Sukuna as she lunged, but he dodged effortlessly.

Megumi followed, charging Sukuna as Nue flew upward. They engaged the King of Curses in close hand-to-hand combat. Emiri spun as she threw a kick, and Sukuna turned, then Megumi lunged for his shoulder, but the man spun again.

Emiri, her movements swift and agile, darted forward with grace and purpose. Each step was calculated, and each strike was aimed with deadly accuracy. She unleashed a barrage of kicks and punches, her attacks landing with enough force to send shockwaves rippling through the air.

But Sukuna, the King of Curses, was no ordinary opponent. His movements were fluid and unpredictable, his reflexes honed to perfection. With a flicker of his fingers, he deftly evaded Emiri's blows, his movements a blur of speed and agility.

Megumi threw futile punches as they both turned to stand in front of Sukuna. The figure of Nue appeared behind Megumi as he and Emiri ducked. Nue swung down, attempting to snatch Sukuna, but the man simply slid away.

Megumi and Emiri charged again. Megumi aimed for his head, and Sukuna threw his hands up. Emiri kicked his torso, but he turned again, causing them both to miss. He teased the sorcerers with his words, taunting and playing with them.

“Put more curse behind it!” Sukuna cried.

The first-years flew at him, but Sukuna struck Megumi across the face. Emiri ducked under his arm, but he grabbed the back of her uniform, pulled her back, and threw her. Megumi groaned as he stood and bent his fingers.

“Orochi,” he mumbled, and the large serpent appeared from the ground.

The snake lunged, taking Sukuna in its mouth and heading upward. The Great Serpent was 300 meters tall when upright, with a yellow underbelly and shadow markings on the top of it. Nue lingered above the serpent before Megumi gave his order.

“Gang up on him, now!” he shouted, and Nue followed.

The large bird swung down, opening its talons and releasing electricity through Sukuna. Yet, he managed to duck, and with a yell, he broke free of the snake's grip, sending it to pieces. Sukuna flew down to the ground with a laugh. Emiri groaned as she began to stand, but Sukuna grabbed her uniform again.

“Now, let’s use all this open space,” he growled before swinging Emiri’s body backward.

Sukuna released Emiri’s body, sending her flying toward Megumi. The force was so strong it sent them both flying through the surrounding trees and into the air. Megumi groaned at the impact of Emiri’s body but ultimately gripped her waist to keep her from falling. Emiri winced as she opened her eyes to see Sukuna following them. Their bodies were lined up, flying through the air together as Sukuna reared back and kicked them.

Emiri’s stomach panged as she was sent flying backward into Megumi again. This time they hurtled toward the ground, crashing into a building. Megumi groaned at the force as Nue closed its wings around them in protection. The bird rolled on the ground until it came to a stop against a wall, covered in dust. Emiri groaned as she lay under Megumi, his body weight bearing down on her.

He quickly found his bearings as he sat, pulling Emiri’s head into his lap. She coughed again; this time, blood spurted from her lips. She panted as she looked up at Megumi, Nue drawing his wing over them.

“Demon Dog white and Orochi are both destroyed,” Megumi muttered. “And Nue’s at his limit.”

Megumi knew he had to release the shikigami before it got destroyed too. Emiri gulped as she looked up at him, her lips red from the blood. Her body was severely bruised, but she couldn’t feel any broken bones, just internal bleeding from flying through several walls.

“I can fight,” she managed to whisper. “I can fight, Meg…”

Sukuna’s footsteps were heavy as he landed in front of them. Megumi placed his hand on Nue as he released it, the bird fading from around them. He looked down at Emiri as Sukuna neared them, giving her a stern nod.

“I get it now,” the incarnated curse growled. “You use the shadows to create your shikigami.”

“So what’s it to you?” Megumi shrugged.

“There’s just one thing I don’t get…why did you run back then?” Sukuna hummed, recalling their interaction with the special grade. “Kind of a waste of your talents.”

“Hmph,” Megumi sniffed.

“Either way, that won’t be enough to fix this…risking your life for meaningless shit,” Sukuna sighed as Megumi stood, leaving Emiri on the ground. “Even this punk doesn’t even come close to being worth the effort.”

As Megumi stood tall in front of Sukuna, holding his attention, Emiri softly rolled into the darkness behind them. She groaned quietly as she knelt behind a crate and then began to move around Sukuna and behind him as Megumi spoke.

“Karma isn’t fully automatic. Evil people are only judged under the law,” he stated as he drew his arms forward, focusing his energy. “Jujutsu Sorcerers are just another cog in that machine of retribution. I want good people to enjoy fairness even if only a few will, and so I save people unequally.”

“That’s the way,” Sukuna smirked at the sight of Megumi’s cursed energy building around him in blue flames. “So this is when you start burning through your life? Now, I see, well in that case…Megumi! Show me what you got!”

Megumi smirked as he drew his fist forward again, and his cursed energy began to glow. Sukuna neared him as Emiri appeared behind him. She stood silently as she let the chains form from her wrists, her blood manipulation fueling her cursed energy. Sukuna laughed as Emiri swung her arms.

The chains flew from the ground where she was to the sides of Sukuna. He gasped as Emiri pulled her elbows back, allowing the chains to wrap around Yuji’s body, the sickles latching at the front. Megumi let his smugness wash over his face.

“Sacred treasure swing and ring…” Megumi drifted off. “Oh, and just so you know…I didn’t have any logical reason for saving you back then. Even though it was dangerous, I just couldn’t bear to see a good person like you die.” he lowered his hands as he stepped forward. “Sure, I had my reservations, but ultimately, I did it for selfish, emotional reasons, but…that’s fine, though. I’m a Jujutsu Sorcerer. I'm not a hero. In all this time, I’ve never once regretted saving you.”

Megumi stood square in front of Yuji’s body as the tattoos on him faded. The boy's complexion softened as he looked at Megumi. Emiri pulled the chains back, releasing Yuji’s body.

“Right,” the boy smiled. “You’re really a pretty smart guy, Fushiguro.” Yuji shrugged. “I know you’ve put a lot of thought into this. I think your conviction is a good one, but I don’t think mine is exactly wrong either.”

Blood began to pool and fall out of Yuji’s chest. He groaned as he looked down at the spouting blood, then the hole in his chest.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, I guess I’m done for, at least I won’t be here worrying about you anymore,” Yuji strained. “Or Hara, or Kugisaki,” The boy's body began to fall forward. “I hope you live a long life.”

Yuji’s lifeless body hit the ground. Emiri stood, the rain falling lightly, across from Megumi with the corpse in between them. It was silent as they both looked down at their fellow first-year’s body. Emiri took a deep breath as tears pricked at her eyes, she was reluctant but let them fall as they blended with the rain on her face. She slowly looked up at Megumi who had gritted teeth. His green eyes shot to hers.

“Let’s go,” he said as he bent to collect Yuji’s body. “Can you walk?”

“Mhm, yeah.” Emiri murmured as she gripped her side and began towards Megumi.

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[boyeetsworld]

Hounds of Love

m.fushiguro x fem oc (she/her pronouns) jjk fanfic (roughly follows anime storyline) WARNING: ‼️ gore descriptions, violence, nsfw, smut ‼️ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ No. 6

On July 18th, 2018, in West Tokyo, at Eishuu Juvenile Detention Center an unnamed apparition of potential special grade appeared in the sky above the exercise wall. Its cursed womb was witnessed by several non-jujutsu sorcerers. Due to the emergency nature, three Jujutsu High first-years were dispatched to the scene. 

The sky was dark, covered with clouds, as the rain was delicately falling from the sky. The first year’s stood with an assistant in front of Eishuu Juvenile Detention Center. each of them was in a state of anticipation and stress due to the severity of the situation and their inexperience in the sorcerer world.

“Definitely a cursed womb, our window verified that about three hours ago,” the assistant spoke seriously. “Once 90% were evacuated the decision was made to seal off the center. All citizens within a 500-meter radius have been evacuated.

Detainee block two…at present five detainees are still inside along with the cursed womb. If the cursed womb is the type that metamorphoses we predict it will become a special grade cursed spirit.”

The assistant crossed his arms as Megumi, Emiri, and Nobara tensed at the words ‘special grade’.

“I still don’t get all this grade stuff.” Yuji announced sympatrically.

“Let me explain it at idiot level,” the assistant sighed as he went on to explain levels one through four. “Special grade, well, you might even be on even footing by carpet bombing with cluster bombs.”

“That is bad.” Yuji stressed as he looked back at his fellow students. 

“Normally, a sorcerer on par with the cursed spirit would handle this.” Megumi sighed as he uncrossed his arms.

“In this case that would’ve been Gojo.” Emiri looked at Yuji.

“Are you serious,” Yuji huffed. “so, where is Gojo then?”

“Away on business.” Megumi responded gruffly.

“Unfortunately, we’re often short-handed in this business. You’ll often have to take on missions beyond your expertise,” the assistant adjusted his glasses as he addressed the teens. “However, this current case is an urgent one and most abnormal. So no matter what, don't fight, and if you should encounter a special grade…you run or you die.”

“Excuse me, sir!” A woman shouted at the gates as a man held her back. “Tell me where’s my son!”

“Stay back ma’am you can’t go in there.” The security guard warned as he held the lady back.

“Where’s Tadashi?” She urged with a wail.

“Please leave, Madame.” the assistant warned as he neared the woman. “It’s possible that someone may have released poisonous gas in the compound. I’m afraid we can’t share any more details.”

The woman fell to her knees as she began to sob. The first years watched as the woman begged for her son. The assistant turned back to the first years and sent them on their way.

“Fushiguro, Hara, Kugisaki, we’ll save them!” Yuji announced as he pounded his fist into his palm.

“Of course.” Emiri nodded as she began toward the detention center.

The group followed suit, hesitant at first but they gained confidence as they journeyed further into the detention center. They stopped at a set of doors as the assistant began to raise the veil, a concept that hides sorcerers' work so everyday citizens aren’t harmed. The day turned to night as the veil melted over the detention center.

“Demon dogs,” Megumi declared as he clapped his hands, and his white dog formed from a pool of shadow. It howled as it sat behind him. “He'll let us know if the curse gets close.”

Emiri smiled at the sight of the dog as she remembered Gojo’s request for her to leave Seven behind and only call on him in immense danger. She reached down as she ruffled the fur of the dog then followed Megumi further into the building. 

Megumi pushed the doors open softly and they squeaked horrendously. The dog's paws patterned on the floor as it led the group into the building. The group took off into the building but the sight of the infinite pipes and corridors was baffling.

“Hold up!” Megumi announced as he stuck out his arm.

“What the hell is this?” Nobara gasped as she looked up at the never-ending structure.

“What’s going on here,” Yuji panted. “I thought this was only a two-story dorm building?”

“It’s the deployment of an innate domain due to a cursed spirit.” Emiri stated softly, suppressing the shudder throughout her body.

“The door!” Megumi gasped as he turned back.

The group turned to see that the door they had entered through was gone, now only a vast darkness reached before them. They gasped as Nobara and Yuji exclaimed.

“It’ll be fine,” Megumi assured. “The dog remembers the scent of the entrance.”

“Oh good!” Yuji heaved as he lunged toward the Divine Dog.

Nobara and Yuji rubbed and hugged the dog as they practically sang about Megumi’s solution. Emiri sighed as she continued to survey their surroundings. 

“Stop playing around!” Megumi burst out in irritation.

“You rock, Fushiguro!” Yuji exclaimed. “With you, we can rescue some people and save ourselves.”

“Don’t give him too much credit,” Emiri sighed as she stepped forward. “Let's keep moving.”

Her declaration urged the group into movement. They traveled down the long metal corridors, every step echoing throughout the domain. Emiri turned a corner slowly and they entered a small clearing. Something of an empty pool with a ladder and metal perimeter. 

A torn and bloody body lay on the far side of the pool and another misshaped tormented body curled next to him. Yuji took off towards the body standing over it in sorrow as the rest of the group stood back.

“Horrible,” Nobara muttered.

“Looks like…three victims,” Megumi gestured to the third corpse slumped in the corner behind them. “right?”

“Good counting, Megumi.” Emiri murmured, low enough to not receive backlash from Megumi.

Yuji leaned down and grabbed the man’s uniform, stretching the name tag to read it. He shuddered.

“Let’s take this body back,” he declared. “This is that woman’s son. His face isn’t too mangled, how will she accept his death?”

Megumi was swift to storm towards Yuji grabbing the hood of his uniform and yanking him backwards. Yuji groaned as Megumi pulled him away from the body.

“We still have to find and verify two more.” Megumi urged. “Leave that body behind.”

“That makes no sense!” Yuji argued, looking back at him. “We won’t be able to come back for it later.”

“I didn’t say we’d come back. I said leave it behind!” Megumi growled. “I’m not about to risk my own life for someone I had no intention of saving in the first place.”

“You had no intention of saving him?” Yuji shot as he spun around and grabbed Megumi’s collar.

As the boys bickered, Emiri moved around them towards the body. She knelt in front of him, her fingers brushing his name tag. She swiftly ripped it out and stuffed it in her pocket before she looked at the man with sorrowful eyes. It’s a juvy detention center, she reminded herself as she heard Megumi’s words.

“As a Jujutsu sorcerer, I have access to information about this guy. Tadashi here hit and killed a little girl on her way home from school while driving without a license,” Megumi tightened his grip as he gritted. “And that was his second offense,” Yuji shuddered at Megumi’s words. “I know you’re keen on this idea of saving people and guiding them to proper deaths, but think, how are you going to feel when someone you save goes on to kill someone else later?”

“So, why’d you bother saving me then?” Yuji shot heatedly.

“You both need to cut it out!” Nobara shouted. “This is hardly the time nor place to-”

The boys turned around at the loss of the sound of her voice. Emiri looked over her shoulder just in time to see Nobara fall into a black hole.

“Kugi..saki?” Yuji questioned.

Megumi shuddered at the disappearance of Nobara. He swiftly turned over his shoulder to find Emiri.

“What the fu-” Emiri began but soon she followed suit like Nobara.

“Emi-” He began only to watch as a hole opened beneath her and she fell through.

Emiri groaned as she felt her body hit a hard surface. She rolled over and sat up as she heaved. She couldn’t tell where she was, it was pitch black. There were echoes throughout the area, but she couldn’t make out what. Scuffling, growls, laughter, and she shuddered. 

Emiri stood carefully and there was a sharp ting of metal. She spun as she drew forward her katanas, focusing the energy on her wrists. The blades formed from her cursed energy and blood manipulation. She spun around and the room seemed to lift from black to gray as light seeped in but she couldn’t place where. 

The footsteps boomed behind her and she spun with heavy breath. The cursed spirit loomed over it, its body was thick and at least 7 meters tall. Its skin was a plump red and its hands were long razor sharp claws. Emiri drew her foot back as the creature roared before launching toward her.

She was quick on her feet to slide backward, propelling herself around the back of the cursed spirit with one push off the ground. Emiri grunted as she dug both blades into the back of the spirit, running them across its entire width. When her blades were released the cursed spirit turned to smoke.

Emiri panted, but the smoke was replaced with the sound of another set of booming footsteps. An almost identical cursed spirit lurched toward her. This one is bigger and seemingly angrier than the other like a boss in a video game. The cursed spirit roared as its skin bubbled. The pores popped as blades pierced through the spirit's skin as if it was changing form.

With her blades drawn back as was quick to move, rushing the cursed spirit. Emiri swerved as it swung at her, landing a surface wound slice on its arm. The creature roared as it swung at her again, its claw knocking her cheek. Emiri twisted as she slid under the cursed spirit swinging her blades upward and slicing the cursed spirit. She swung upward forcing her blade to slash the creature's body in half.

As she stood in the cloud of smoke she assessed her wounds. The cursed spirit had landed a minor cut on her cheek, but it managed to leave a claw mark across her shoulder. Emiri pulled her jacket to cover the blood and apply pressure. Suddenly, the crackling laughter she had heard earlier returned. 

The dark area seemed to light up as white faces surrounded her in the darkness, hundreds of them maybe she couldn’t tell. Their faces are pale and their bodies are small and squishy looking. Emiri panted as she looked up at the cursed spirit’s cackle encapsulating her.

“Can’t get a break down here,” she huffed as she blew hair out of her eyes.

She drew her blade so they were flush with her forearms before she pushed upward. Twisting she sliced numerous creatures down but the one’s surrounding just filled their void. Emiri groaned as they began to launch themselves at her. She was forced to play defense using her blade to slice or block them. 

Emiri groaned as she threw one katana at an incoming line of cursed spirits. With one left, she abandoned it, throwing it at another herd of incoming cursed spirits. She panted as she looked down at her hands watching the blood flow from her wrist to form the new weapon. The blood curled into the shape of a chain. The chains fell from her wrists and pooled at her feet, two chains with honed sickles on the end.

Katana’s were her usual weapon of choice, but this was her secret weapon. Perhaps, she was more useful, and accurate while using the chains. Emiri looked up through her hair as she gripped the ends of the chains. 

These chains were powerful because her cursed energy ran through them, each link to the tip of the blade on the end. The cursed spirits were relentless as they bore down on her. In one movement Emiri swung the two chains off the ground propelling them around her.

With one swop four spirits were caught on the sickle and bursted to ash. She continued to spin, throwing her arms up and down as she needed to. This weaponry was much more useful in this setting than the katana’s, but there were still too many. The spirits were overwhelming, she believed she had been down there fending for her life for at least an hour.

Each cursed spirit she took down was instantly replaced, and Emiri wondered how she would get out. No one was coming to save her, she was sure Megumi and Yuji were occupied with the special grade and Nobara in a situation like her. She couldn’t make a break for it without cover, they’d quickly pick her off. Her efforts were futile; she was only burning herself out right now warding off the cursed spirits. 

Emiri drew the chains back towards her with a groan in her moment of defenselessness a cursed spirit landed a blow on her back. She deflected just enough that she was unscathed, but the force knocked her to the ground. They began to swarm her and Emiri groaned as she drew her hands together, Seven, her body was becoming weak. 

“Heavenly Hound,” Emiri murmured.

Within seconds, the melted puddle next to her was the deadly loyal dog. Seven barked as he lunged for the spirits, but then ultimately stood a broad stance over Emiri’s fallen body. She looked up as he effortlessly nipped the spirits out of the air. This was like playtime to him, Seven could do this for hours.

“Emiri!” The familiar voice rang through the darkness.

The cursed spirits became irritated at the sound of the voice attacking harder. One came from the rear and hit Seven in the hip causing him to yelp. Emiri groaned as she tried to gather her strength. Suddenly, after another call from the familiar voice a large snake came shooting through the darkness.

The snake engulfed the cursed spirits before its eyes darted to Emiri. She attempted to scoot away from the snake and its slimy figure, but it bowed down and wrapped itself around her body. Emiri groaned as the snake slithered down the hall, Seven following closely. Emiri huffed at the sight of the familiar silhouette, begging it would be anyone else.

“I really hate snakes,” Emiri huffed as she landed on the ground and glared at Megumi.

Megumi drew his shikigami back to him and released the snake, letting it melt back into a puddle and disperse.

“That’s too damn bad,” he groaned as Seven joined them.

The large dog stood next to Emiri panting heavily as he looked up at Megumi. Seven’s tail thumped into the side of Emiri’s leg until she sighed.

“Go say hi,” Emiri sighed and the dog bounded towards Megumi.

“Are you okay?” Megumi questioned before he leaned down to pet Seven.

“I’m alright,” she assured as she brushed herself off. “Nobara?”

“Haven’t found her yet,”

Emiri nodded. Once Megumi finished loving Seven, Emiri dispersed him back into a puddle that then disappeared. The two traveled swiftly through the corridors before they came across Nobara hanging above the mouth of a curse. Megumi saved her hastily before he led them out of the building.

As they ran Megumi informed them how he left Yuji with the special grade spirit and the plan was to get them out so she could release Sukana. Emiri objected, but Megumi continuously shushed her until they entered the outside. The rain was cool as they panted, Nobara groaned as she sat down. She had taken some hits, her temple was bleeding. Megumi quickly formed his black Divine Dog and it howled as a signal to Yuji.

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[boyeetsworld]

Hounds of Love

m.fushiguro x fem oc (she/her pronouns) jjk fanfic (roughly follows anime storyline) WARNING: ‼️ gore descriptions, violence, nsfw, smut ‼️ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ No. 5

After Shoko healed her broken bones with her reserved cursed energy, Emiri slept for two days. That was the most she had slept in the past six years. Gojo introduced Yuji to the school and Principal, while Megumi and Emiri recovered. Emiri could hear the clamor outside her door when Gojo introduced Yuji to his room. 

Her side still ached a bit, with Shoko’s reversed cursed energy the bone was fully mended, but the bruising around the wound still pulsated. Emiri groaned as she walked toward the door, her hair was a mangey mess of black and white strands as she tried to brush it down. When the door creaked out she saw Gojo, Megumi, and Yuji in the hall.

“There’s plenty of empty rooms,” she heard Megumi muttering.

“Sure, but isn’t it better to have some company!” Gojo urged. “I thought-”

“Classes and the missions are enough.” Megumi cut him off as Yuji neared his room.

Yuji stuck his head in the door and gasped.

“Wow, it’s so organized in here!”

“Back off,” Megumi warned as Yuji continued to gawk. “You’re not welcome.”

Megumi placed his hand on the door and slammed it, catching Yuji’s back in the doorframe. The boy howled as Emiri neared the group.

“I’d be careful,” Emiri shuffled forward, drawing attention to her. “Megumi doesn’t play nice with others.”

The tension in the hallway was palpable as Emiri approached the group. Megumi's demeanor was clearly defensive, and Yuji seemed taken aback by the abrupt hostility.  Megumi's grip tightened on the door, his expression hardening further at Emiri's words. Yuji, still recovering from the shock of Megumi's reaction, looked between them with confusion.

“Is something wrong?" Yuji finally managed to ask, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Emiri sighed, realizing the situation was quickly spiraling. 

“It's nothing you need to worry about, Yuji.” She smiled softly only to receive a glare from Megumi. “Megumi just... takes some time to warm up to new people,” 

Megumi shot Emiri a glance, clearly not appreciating her attempt to diffuse the tension. His expression was unreliable as his eyes cut through her.

“Just stay out of my way," Megumi muttered, finally releasing his grip on the door and stepping back into the hall, leaving Yuji standing awkwardly in the hallway.

As Yuji stepped out of the doorway and Megumi closed the door, Emiri couldn't shake the feeling that things were only going to get more complicated with Yuji's arrival.

“Friends already!” Gojo hummed in a sing-song tune. “And together we’re heading out tomorrow! We’re gonna go pick up the fourth and final first-year!”

Megumi groaned at Gojo’s news as Yuji beamed at the idea of a new friend. Emiri gave Gojo a node before she wandered back to her room and slept the rest of the day away. 

The next day arrived quickly, and with it came a sense of anticipation mixed with apprehension. Gojo's announcement about picking up the final first-year only added to Emiri's unease. She couldn't shake the feeling that the addition of another newcomer would only stir up more trouble, especially with Megumi's already volatile temperament.

However, despite her misgivings, Emiri found herself accompanying Gojo, Megumi, and Yuji on the mission to retrieve the fourth first-year. As they journeyed to their destination, Emiri couldn't help but observe the dynamics between the group.

Megumi remained distant and aloof, his guarded demeanor unchanged. Yuji, on the other hand, seemed determined to break through Megumi's barriers, his enthusiasm undeterred by the earlier hostility. Gojo, as always, remained upbeat and optimistic, seemingly unfazed by the underlying tensions.

The street station was bustling as the three sorcerers stood in anticipation. Gojo broke off for his souvenirs as Yuji traveled to various shops and gathered snacks for himself. He sucked on a popsicle as he stood with Megumi and Emiri.

“How is there only four first-years that’s practically nothing?” Yuji inquired.

“Think about it,” Megumi responded gruffly. “Can you honestly say you’ve ever met someone else who sees curses?”

“Huh,” Yuji hummed as he thought. “guess not.”

“Because Jujutsu sorcerers, they’re rare.” Megumi sighed.

“Didn’t you say I was the fourth first-year?” Yuji asked.

“The other’s admission was decided a while ago,” Emiri interjected as she looked at Yuji. “You know what the schools like, everyone has their…unique circumstances.”

“Sorry for the wait!” Gojo greeted as he neared the group. “Oh, your uniform made it in time.”

“Yeah, it fits great!” Yuji smiled. “Thought I noticed it’s slightly different from Fushiguro’s.”

His eyes fell on Yuji in his fresh uniform. The standard black pants and jacket with gold buttons but his had a hood in contrast to Megumi’s. On the other hand, Emiri’s uniform had similar black pants that were gathered at her ankles, but her top was a white tank top cut off just above the waistline of the pants with the black uniform jacket, unbuttoned.

“That’s because the uniforms can be customized upon request,” Gojo informed nonchalantly.

“Huh?” Yuji moaned in confusion. “But I never put in any requests.”

“You’re right,” Gojo smiled. “I was the one who put in the custom order.”

“Oh, well cool.” Yuji grinned.

“Be careful,” Megumi muttered. “Gojo has a habit of doin’ that kinda stuff.”

The four sorcerers scoured the crowd, their eyes peeking on an auburn-haired girl arguing with a man. Yuji winced as she yelled at the man and Gojo informed that that was her.

“Hey! We’re over here!” Gojo shouted as he waved.

The girl strode over to them, looking each of them up and down before she halted.

“I’d like you to meet…”

“Nobara Kugisaki,” the girl announced triumphantly. “You should be honored boys.”

“I’m Yuji Itadori,” Yuji beamed as he stepped forward. “From Sendai.”

“Fushiguro,” Megumi practically groaned. 

“Emiri Hara,” Emiri stated gracefully.

“Ugh,” the girl groaned.

Emiri and Yuji looked at each other as Nobara groaned at her first impression, while Megumi brushed it off.

“Are we going somewhere from here?” Megumi questioned as he shifted his gaze to Gojo.

“Well we do have all three of you together, and since two of you are together,” Gojo smiled. “We will be going to Roppongi!”

Yuji and Nobara cheered as Gojo began down the street. The two chattered the whole way there, occasionally asking Megumi or Emiri questions. The trip was quick as they arrived at the outskirts of Roppongi before nightfall. Yuji and Nobara gasped as Gojo came to a halt in front of an abandoned building.

“There’s a curse here,” Megumi stated bluntly.

“You liar!” Nobara and Yuji cried continuously. “This isn’t Roppongi!”

“There’s a big cemetery nearby, that plus an abandoned building and you’ve got a curse,” Gojo announced.

“So they pop up more often around graves,” Yuji hummed.

“It’s not the cemetery itself,” Emiri nudged him. “It’s the fact that people associate cemeteries with fear and uneasiness.”

“Wait, he didn’t even know that?” Nobara moaned as she neared them.

“To be honest,” Emiri turned to Nobara and gave her a short version of the past four days from Yuji eating the finger to this moment. 

“Gross! That’s so unsanitary!” Nobara whined. “I wanna hurl!”

“That’s not nice,” Yuji groaned.

“I agree with her,” Megumi informed.

“I want to know what the four of you are capable of,” Gojo sighed. “Yuji, Nobara go exorcise the curse in that building.”

Nobara groaned as Gojo turned around and handed Yuji a cursed tool, explaining how to use it and focus his cursed energy the best he could. Nobara led the way into the building as Gojo gave one last warning to Yuji to keep Sukana secured.

Megumi and Emiri sat on a cement bench as Gojo walked to join them. He sat and folded his hands as Megumi shifted seated in between them.

“I think I’ll go in too.” Megumi declared as he looked over at Gojo

“Don’t push yourself,” Emiri shifted her gaze to Megumi as he frowned.

“You’re still recovering ya know,” Gojo added.

“But someone needs to keep an eye on Itadori,” he objected. “Right?”

“True,” Gojo hummed as he stood from his seated position. “But the one we’re testing this time around is Nobara.”

Gojo wandered away from the bench where Emiri and Megumi were sitting. He placed his finger to his chin as he looked up at the building and slowly paced along the outskirts. 

“Hope she understands Tokyo curses are on a different level,” Emiri murmured softly.

“She has experience,” Megumi retorted.

“Yeah, but we’ve seen other Jujutsu sorcerers, we’ve seen them give up because they can’t overcome their fear or disgust,” Emiri looked over at him. “Yuji and Nobara…the curses here will eat them alive.”

“You’re so morbid,” he shrugged as he looked over Gojo. 

Megumi's concern for Yuji and Nobara's safety was obscure, but Emiri's words struck a chord of apprehension within him. He knew all too well the dangers that lurked within the world of curses, especially in Tokyo where the threats seemed to be more potent and unforgiving.

The first-year’s eyes drifted upward at the sound of glass breaking. A cursed spirit flew out of the building. Megumi stood at the flailing creature nearing, but before it could reach them spikes appeared from the center of its body and it exploded. 

“Good,” Gojo smiled as he looked over at his students. “She’s crazy.”

Emiri stood with Megumi and shortly the two exited the building with a little boy in tow. Nobara triumphantly told the story of what happened and Gojo ordered Megumi and Emiri to take the boy home. 

The sun was setting on the outskirts of the city as the little boy graciously skipped in front of Megumi and Emiri. As they walked alongside the little boy, they couldn't help but marvel at his resilience despite the terrifying ordeal he had just endured. Every once in a while he would turn back and ask them a question.

“Are you guys like the two that saved me?” He beamed as they nodded. “Why weren’t you fighting?”

Megumi twitched at the question and Emiri stepped forward and smiled at the boy.

“Yuji and Nobara, the ones who saved you, didn’t need our help.” She patted the boy on the head as he continued skipping.

“I would’ve been fine if you’d just let me go in,” Megumi muttered.

“Me?” Emiri looked over at him. “Take it up with Gojo, dude, you get your orders from him,” she sighed. “I mean you’re the one who was so adamant we work as a team…well the team just got a bit bigger.”

“You weren’t this…nice yesterday,” Megumi grumbled. “having comrades change you?”

“No,” she glared at him. “still don’t like you.”

Megumi's smirk faded into a scowl at Emiri's retort. 

“Fine by me." He muttered tersely, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.

“I promise I will never like you.” Emiri's gaze hardened, a flicker of irritation crossing her features. 

“And is that a promise?” Megumi teased.

“Yes,” she huffed before she warned, her tone sharp. “don't start with me, Megumi."

“Why not? You're the one who's always so quick to criticize." Megumi snapped back, his patience wearing thin.

Emiri narrowed her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your delicate feelings earlier?" she mocked, her words laced with disdain.

Megumi's fists clenched at his sides, his anger boiling over. 

“Just shut up, Emiri," he spat, his voice low and dangerous.

Emiri bristled at his tone, her own temper flaring. 

“Make me." she shot back defiantly.

The little boy chuckled as he rounded a corner.

“You guys sound like my mom and dad,” He giggled.

Megumi and Emiri froze at the statement. Emiri sighed in disgust as they continued down the street.

“I live just down here!” The little boy announced as he took off into a run. “Thank you! Bye!”

Emiri smiled as the boy ran down the street and up to a house. Yet, her smile swiftly faded as she sensed Megumi next to her. She looked over before turning her gaze to him in a scowl. He groaned as he turned on his heels and began the trek back. The walk back to Gojo and the others was silent, as they both kept their eyes glued forward and lips sealed.

Gojo, Yuji, and Nobara were seated on a quiet staircase. Nobara tapped her foot as she spoke to Yuji. Gojo’s face crept into a smile as Megumi and Emiri came into view.

“Hey, there!”

They neared the group as they all stood.

“We made sure the kid got home safe,” Emiri assured as Nobara and Yuji smiled.

“Now,” Gojo put his finger up. “How about we grab some food?”

“Ramen!” Nobara jumped.

“A juicy steak!” Yuji proclaimed.

“Sushi.” Emir chimed in lightly with a smile.

“Just leave it all to me!” Gojo announced before she turned to Megumi and Emiri. “Megumi, you in?”

The stoic dark-haired boy was scrolling through his phone as Gojo loomed over him. He didn’t respond so Gojo turned on his heels and grabbed the other three.

“Okay, let’s go,” He ushered them down the street leaving a surprised Megumi to catch up.

The group continued down the street as the streets became littered with pink and orange light from the setting sun. Nobara led the group as Megumi lingered in the back. Nobara and Yuji were arguing about who was stronger and insulting each other.

“We won thanks to my cursed energy.” Nobara announced.

“What about my raw strength?” Yuji argued.

“That freak strength you get from eating weird shit?” Nobara retorted sharply.

“It’s not just from that,” he turned to Megumi. “Right, Fushiguro?” Megumi looked blankly at the boy. Yuji hummed as Megumi looked distraught. “Fushiguro? What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” Megumi hummed coolly. 

“He’s pouting 'cause he didn’t get to fight.” Emiri informed and Megumi growled.

“Don’t start this again, Emiri.” Megumi warned.

“Poor little baby.” Nobara sang as she looked back at him.

Yuji began to giggle as Megumi’s face turned red at Emiri’s and Nobara’s shots at him. Megumi's irritation simmered beneath the surface as Emiri and Nobara continued to poke fun at him. He clenched his jaw, struggling to keep his emotions in check as their teasing only fueled his frustration.

“Enough." He muttered through gritted teeth, his tone sharp and clipped.

Emiri raised an eyebrow, her expression bordering on amused. 

“Always so sensitive, Megumi.” She teased, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

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Fearsome Womb Arc (JJK)

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Kyoto Goodwill Event Arc (JJK)

Death Painting Arc (JJK)

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[boyeetsworld]

Hounds of Love

m.fushiguro x fem oc (she/her pronouns) jjk fanfic (roughly follows anime storyline) WARNING: ‼️ gore descriptions, violence, nsfw, smut ‼️ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ No. 4

“Emi-”

Megumi yelled as he pushed her to the side only for the hand to come down on him. The Demon's Dogs growled as Megumi’s figure was crushed. Emiri groaned as her vision unblurred and she took in the scene. The Demon Dog snarled as Megumi came into view, gripped in the hand of the large cursed spirit. Emiri forced herself to her feet but not before the spirit launched Megumi through the wall.

“Megumi!” Emiri shrieked as she stood up.

She watched as the cursed spirit followed Megumi's body until it crashed onto the roof of a building below them. Emiri lunged from the ground as she drew her katanas. She was on the tail of the cursed spirit as it loomed over Megumi. She groaned as she landed on its head. Megumi lay on the ground, profusely bleeding from his forehead.

“Emi…no,” She could hear the boy's soft voice below her as the cursed spirit reared back.

The creature reached for her but she lunged off its back drawing its attention. Emiri spun as she flipped then dove for the cursed spirit. She crossed her blades and then pulled back, slicing the creature's arm off and receiving a roar. Yuji appeared running towards the fight as Emiri groaned.

“No!” she urged as she looked over at him. “Stay there!”

The split second that Emiri tore her attention from the cursed spirit gave it just enough time to regrow its arm. In that moment, it reached out and grabbed her from its head. Emiri gasped as the cursed spirit’s hand wrapped around her petite body. She yelped as she felt a rib crack before the cursed spirit launched her in Megumi’s direction.

Megumi glanced up at Emiri’s body and threw it at him. He groaned as he stood only to be met by the impact of her body sending him backwards. Megumi couldn’t care less about the cursed spirit gaining on him; he focused his energy on trying to catch Emiri, on letting his body cushion her fall. When the momentum of the throw stopped Emiri came to and looked up at Megumi.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine,” she pulled herself from his arms only to be met with a sharp pain in her side.

Emiri keeled over as she groaned. Megumi went to put his hands on her again, but she pushed them away. 

“Em-”

“I’m fine,” she glared at Megumi before her eyes fell on the cruise. “No, Itadori!”

The two sorcerers looked back at the cursed spirit where Yuji Itadori was flailing around its body, gripping the finger with one hand and throwing punches with the other.

“Itadori! Your only chance is to take those two and run!” Megumi yelled as he looked up at the hole he was thrown out of, where Yuji’s friends lay unconscious.

The curse continued to play with Yuji, fighting him, and throwing him around. 

“You cannot defeat this!” Megumi continued to urge.

“Only a curse can beat a curse!” Emiri informed as she gripped her side.

“Is that your guy's idea of a pep talk?” Yuji chuckled as he jumped off the curse's arm.

As Yuji jumped, the cursed hand wrapped around him. The cursed spirit roared as it tilted its head back and brought Yuji to its mouth.

“I know what I have to do,” He said under his breath.

Yuji flung the finger from his pinned-down hand into the air where he caught it with his mouth. He planted his feet on the Cursed Spirit's teeth as it tried to devour him.

“You idiot!” Megumi yelled as he stood. “Throw it down to me or you’ll get eaten!”

Yuji struggled against the cursed spirit, the finger snatched between his teeth. He recalled the past conversation with the two sorcerers as he held the finger between his lips.

“There’s a way I can save everyone,” Yuji threw his head back and released his finger.

“No, don’t do it!” Emiri shouted as she tried to stand but was only met with pain. “Don’t do it!”

“...I just need to have my own cursed energy!” Yuji lifted his head looking up at the finger in the air.

He stuck out his tongue and engulfed the finger in his mouth, followed by a big swallow. Ryomen Sukana’s finger, a special-grade cursed object, is a deadly poison. Yuji’s death was secured, but also unsecured with a one-in-a-million chance. Emiri and Megumi watched in terror as they awaited Yuji’s response.

The boy roared as he broke free of the cursed spirit's grip. Its hand exploded as Yuji landed on the ground. The cursed spirit raced towards him, but Yuji exorcized it with the swing of his hand. The two sorcerers stood in awe as Yuji let out a shrill giggle. Tattoos had formed around his wrist and face, two eyes had opened on his cheekbones, and his nails and teeth had become razors.

Megumi shuddered as the cursed spirit began to disintegrate. As the moon crept through the clouds, Yuji's face was illuminated by its light. Emiri was on the ground in a world of pain as she attempted to push her broken rib back into her torso. Megumi neared her in a hesitant, yet protective manner. His eyes never left Yuji’s figure.

“I knew it!” Yuji let out a shrill laugh, his voice sounding much deeper and gruff. “The light feels best in the flesh!” 

Yuji ripped the sweatshirt he was wearing off his body to reveal the array of line design tattoos on his chest and back. This was the worst possible outcome, the worst one in a million chance. Emiri and Megumi both knew it as they cowered beside the reincarnated form of Ryomen Sukuna. Yuji Itadori was no longer human.

“Cursed flesh is so boring,” Ryomen’s voice began to show more and more through Yuji’s body. “So now, where are the people? The women, the children! What a wonderful era to be reincarnated!”

Megumi kneeled behind Emiri as she listened to Ryomen's rant about his want, his need for women and children. She could feel Megumi behind her, the rage coursing through his body. He drew his arm toward Emiri and she smacked it away. 

He shushed her before she could speak again and swiftly pulled her behind him before Ryomen could notice the presence of women. As Ryomen giggled and looked out at the city as his own hand came up and grabbed his face.

“What do you think you’re doing with my body?” Yuji’s voice was prominent. “Give it back!”

“Hey wait, how are you doing that?” Now, Ryomen’s voice came out of Yuji’s mouth.

The first-years watching in awe at Yuji and Ryomen bickered within Yuji’s body.

“Stay right where you are,” Megumi announced as he stood and drew his hands into fists. “You’re no longer human.”

“Huh?” Yuji turned to him as black smoke surrounded Megumi as he stood and faced Yuji.

“Under Jujutsu regulation, Yuji Itadori…by law, I will now exorcize you…as a curse!”

“What?” Yuji questioned the tattoos on his face and chest fading. “No, really, I feel fine.”

“Megumi…” Emiri trailed as they watched Yuji put his hands up.

Megumi looked at Yuji as he had seemed to reassume his usual demeanor, every ounce of Ryomen drifting away. Yet, still, Megumi couldn’t tell which one this was. He gritted as he glared at Yuji from across the way.

“What’s the situation?”

The familiar voice rang through Megumi’s distraughtness. Emiri groaned as she looked up at the familiar head of white hair.

“Saturo Gojo?” Megumi questioned as he turned around to the tall man behind him. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey,” Gojo waved giddily. “I wasn’t planning on showing up, but you got kinda roughed up kid,” he leaned towards Megumi before pulling out his phone. “I’ll show the second years.”

Emiri couldn’t help but giggle as she watched Gojo snap pictures of Megumi’s battered and bloody state. Megumi groaned as he looked away from the camera.

“So, did you find it?” Gojo asked as he looked up from his phone.

“Uhh,” Yuji hesitated, still standing a distance from them. “Sorry, but I…ate that thing.”

Gojo froze at the news as he looked over at Yuji. His body was now shirtless on the rooftop, totally unscathed. 

“Really?” Gojo pursued.

“He did,” Megumi and Emiri sighed in unison.

Gojo strode towards Yuji as he leaned toward him.

“Hm, it really did combine with you. That’s hilarious.” He announced as he backed away from Yuji.

Gojo went on to investigate Yuji’s new state. First, she questioned them and asked Yuji to switch with Sukana. Megumi and Emiri watched as Gojo effortlessly fought the king of curses, barely lifting a finger. After their fifteen-second fight, Yuji switched back with ease.

“How about that?” Gojo sighed as the fight dispersed and Yuji stood in front of him. “So you can control that guy.”

“He’s kind of annoying,” Yuji sighed as he hit his head. “I can hear his voice.”

“You’re lucky that’s all he’s doing too,” Gojo stated as he neared the boy and pressed two fingers to the center of his forehead and Yuji passed out.

Yuji fell to the floor, almost lifeless. Emiri and Megumi gasped.

“What did you do to him?” Megumi inquired as Gojo picked up the body.

“I just knocked him out…” Gojo looked down at the boy. “If he isn’t possessed by Sukana when he wakes up he might have potential as a vessel.” he turned to Megumi. “Now, I have a question for you…what do you think we should do with him?”

“Hmm,” Megumi groaned. “Well, even if he is a vessel, Jujutsu regulations demand Itadori be executed, however…I don’t want him to die.”

“Personal?” Gojo hummed.

“I suppose,” Megumi sighed. “Can you save him?”

Gojo gave a cocky chuckle as he pulled Yuji’s limp body over his shoulder.

“A request from a previous student? Leave it to me.” Gojo beamed at Megumi, then his eyes fell to Emiri keeled on the ground. “Help her home, Megumi.”

Emiri was still curled into a ball under Megumi’s feet. He offered her his hand which she accepted. Yet, when he tried to place his arm around her waist for support she pushed him off her.

“I'm fine," she muttered, her voice barely audible.

“Emiri, please,” Megumi urged as he tried to place his arm around her again. “You’re bleeding,”

With every glance, Emiri could see the worry etched into Megumi's features. She wanted to tell him to stop, to leave her alone, but a part of her also yearned for his comforting presence. Yet, pride and stubbornness held her back, refusing to let her vulnerability show. She brushed his arm off, yet again, and glared at him.

“Why does everything have to be a struggle with you?” Megumi questioned which received a glare from Emiri. “Just trust me for once.”

Emiri glared at Megumi as he talked, she gripped her side, blood seeping between her fingers. Once he finished she scoffed, which caused the pain to spike in her side again. She opened her mouth to say something witty, but only a yelp came out and her steps faltered. 

“Emiri, please,” He urged again. “Lean on me.”

“Just…keep your hands to yourself,” she snapped as she tightened her shirt around the wound and began walking again.

Megumi withdrew his arm, annoyance, and concern flashing across his face. He respected Emiri's wish for space but couldn't shake off the worry gnawing at him. Gojo watched the interaction with a keen eye, his expression unreadable. He knew there was more to Emiri's reluctance than physical discomfort, but for now, he chose to remain silent, allowing her the space she needed to process. After all, Saturo Gojo had watched them through their childhoods, he watched how they bickered and fought. He had seen it before in his students, the competition, the disdain, the hatred, and he couldn’t wait to send them on another mission together.

Emiri wobbled next to Megumi as she continued to grip her side and seeth the pain in and out through her teeth. She couldn’t continue like this, the bone protruding out of her side, the blood still viciously flowing from the wound.

“Suit yourself." He groaned.

Her chest tightened with a surge of emotion, a mix of anger and vulnerability warring within her. She longed to lash out, to tell him to leave her be, but the pain in her side was becoming unbearable. With each faltering step, she felt herself teetering on the edge of collapse.

As another wave of agony washed over her, Emiri's resolve began to crumble. She knew she couldn't continue like this, bearing the weight of her pride any longer. With a soft sigh, she relented, allowing herself to lean into Megumi's chest, her body trembling with exhaustion and pain.

“Fine," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Megumi's expression softened as he wrapped his arm around her, offering her the stability she so desperately needed. She never leaned into his fully, but his arm on her side held her up as she walked beside him.

“But don't think this means I trust you,” she shot coldly as she looked up at Megumi. “Or like you.”

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Word Count: 2,211

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Hounds of Love

m.fushiguro x fem oc (she/her pronouns) jjk fanfic (roughly follows anime storyline) WARNING: ‼️ gore descriptions, violence, nsfw, smut ‼️ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩

No. 3

As the day drew to a close, the sky became a canvas of vibrant hues, painted with the soft strokes of the setting sun. The bustling energy of the day gradually mellowed into a tranquil serenity as the world around began to wind down. Shadows lengthened, casting a gentle veil over the landscape, while the air became infused with a sense of calm.

Emiri led the way following Seven while he trailed the pink-haired boy through Sendai City to a local hospital. The sky was bright hues of red and orange as half of the sun had disappeared. Emiri released Seven then lounged in one of the chairs in the waiting room as Megumi paced in a dark hall. The boy had entered a room and was yet to come out.

“Yuji Itadori,” Megumi stated, which caused Emiri to glance at him.

“You figured out his name,” Emiri chuckled before she continued tauntingly. “Good for you, Megumi!”

He huffed at her comment before she withdrew her attention from him. The two sat silently for an hour until the boy wandered into the waiting room. He conversed softly with the nurse behind the counter as he filled out papers. Emiri pushed herself to a stand as Megumi lingered behind her. The boy slowly turned as he noticed the two staring at him.

“Yuji Itadori,” Megumi repeated with a menacing tone towards the boy.

The boy hummed in confusion as the two neared him.

“I’m Fushiguro from Jujutsu High,” he gestured to the girl next to him. “This is Hara,”

“We’d like to have a word with you,” Emiri kindly stated as she broke her stance.

“Now,” Megumi urged, partially cutting her off.

“Um,” Yuji stuttered at the sudden confrontation. “I’m, uh, in mourning…right now.”

“Who passed away?” Emiri stepped towards the boy in a comforting manner.

“Emiri…” Megumi growled under his breath as she drew the conversation away from the Curse Object. Emiri waved her hand at him urging him to shut his mouth.

“My grandfather,” Yuji stated reluctantly. “But he was more like a father to me.”

“I’m sorry it had to happen at a time like this and…” she continued as the boy looked over at her.  “I understand, but this can’t wait. The cursed object you possess is very dangerous.”

“I need you to hand it over,” Megumi continued with his cold demeanor.

“Cursed object?” Yuji questioned as he gawked at Megumi. 

Megumi reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. He unlocked it and held up the photo of the cursed object, a small circular object wrapped in cloth and placed in a sliding box. Yuji leaned toward the photo.

“Oh, yeah, that,” he responded casually as he leaned against the couch. “I found that. I didn’t think much of it, but my friends were totally into it. What’s dangerous about it?”

Emiri sighed as she listened to Yuji talk. Megumi sighed as he looked up at the boy.

“Every year there are more than ten thousand unexplained deaths and missing persons in Japan. And most of those are the result of curses.” Megumi informed stoically.

“Curses?!” Yuji spat in disbelief. 

“I don’t care if you believe in them or not, the fact is they exist.” Megumi continued gruffly. 

Emiri watched as Yuji contorted his face in confusion at Megumi.

“Just listen,” she sighed as she neared the boy who had assumed a lying position on the couch. “Large pools of energy form easily in schools, hospitals, and so on. Hardship, regret, shame, these emotions become the source of curses.” 

“That’s why most schools secretly keep a cursed object to serve as a protective talisman.” Megumi offered, only to receive a glare from Emiri. 

“Just like the one you found,” Emiri continued in a welcoming tone in contrast to Megumi’s blunt attitude.

“If it protects us then shouldn’t we be grateful for it?” Yuji questioned only to have Megumi snap at him.

“Let her finish,” Megumi’s words hung in the air as he let Emiri continue.

“The cursed object needs to be incredibly evil to keep lesser evil curses away, but the protection isn’t permanent.” Emiri sighed as Yuji listened intently. “The problem is the seals weaken overtime, then objects serve as a lure to attract and strengthen other curses.”

“The object you found is a dangerous one,” Megumi warned. “Classified as Special Grade. Now hand it over before people start dying.”

Megumi stuck his hand out roughly and Yuji groaned as he stood.

“I told you that I don’t have it anymore,” he reached into his pocket and threw the small box at Megumi’s chest. “Here’s the box.”

Megumi caught the box and slid the lid open. He shuddered at the sight of the empty box, the indent of where the finger used to be. This whole time they had been following a trace left by the object. Yuji turned to leave the group, but Emiri reached out and gripped his shoulder. He winced at her sudden change in demeanor.

“Hold it! Where is it?!” she growled as Yuji pushed her hand off his shoulder.

“Knock it off,” he sighed. “See, my friends were planning to, uhh…”

“To do what?” Megumi asked sternly.

“Well, they were saying let’s open it up to see what’s inside it…tonight.”

Megumi and Emiri both gasped as they backed away from Yuji. He took note of their horrified expression.

“Uh, why? Is that bad?” he questioned.

“It’s much more than bad,” Megumi stated curtly. “You’re friends…are going to die.”

Yuji’s breath quickened at the statement. He stood in a state of panic for a moment, but he looked up at the two sorcerers and declared he would take him to them. Megumi and Emiri followed Yuji from the hospital, through Senai, and back to the school. The sun had set and the city was left in darkness, only with subtly slivers of moonlight.

“Are talismans that easy to open up?” Yuji questioned as he led them across a bridge.

“No, it’s impossible for those without cursed energy,” Megumi informed as he followed Yuji closely.

“Normally,” Emiri huffed between pants. 

“Go right here!” Yuji announced as he took a sharp turn into the trees. “Shortcut!”

“This time the object itself is too strong,” Emiri continued as they shifted directions and the silhouette of the school came into view. “And the seal is ancient, it might as well be plain paper.”

“I still don’t get all this curse stuff,” Yuji sighed.

“Is that the building?” Megumi questioned as they began upstairs. “Where are they?”

“Fourth floor!” Yuji announced as they stopped in front of a gate.

Yuji groaned as he ran into a sort of invisible wall. The building in front of them was crawling with cursed energy, seeping out the windows. The cursed energy had created a sort of barrier of pressure around the building.

“What is this pressure?” Yuji questioned as he looked up.

Megumi and Emiri pushed past him. 

“We’ll handle this,” she stated as she began to climb the gate.

“Oh, no way!” Yuji objected as Megumi followed Emiri. “I’m coming!”

Emiri jumped off the top of the gate and Megumi stopped at the top. He looked back at Yuji with a heartless, gruff tone.

“You’re staying here.”

Megumi launched off the gate and followed Emiri into the dimly lit building. She raced up the stairs a few feet ahead of him. The cursed spirit had already been released, and both of them could feel the energy engulfing them as they proceeded further into the building.

“Emiri!” Megumi called after her.

“The curse had been unleashed,” Emiri informed as she continued her rapid pace up the stairs. “It’s presence is everywhere!”

The determination washed over, Gojo’s words repeating in her mind. She could use her power as she pleased, she could use her power to save Yuji’s friends. As Emiri ran up the stairs she folded her hands together. She folded her fingers, leaving her pointers out as she muttered. A pool of purple murkiness appeared by her side and crept into the air.

“Heavenly Hound…”

Beside her, the body of a dog morphed from the darkness of the shadows. First, its glowing green eyes appeared, then the body. Seven howled as his body formed. Megumi caught up to her as he turned the corner and the dog came into view.

His feet slid on the pavement as a small cursed spirit appeared in front of them. It was a small lump of the curse about five feet long with eyes all over its wormy body. Megumi pushed Emiri to the side as he charged the cursed spirit.

“Out of my way!” Megumi shouted as lunged forward. “Demon Dogs!”

He brought his hands together and they slid past each other, his thumb latching with the nook between his pointer and thumb. Next to him two black puddles melted and formed two dogs. One was white with yellow eyes and the other black with red eyes.

“Eat it, boy!” Megumi ordered and the dogs lunged at the curse.

Emiri stood behind with Seven still loyal at her side. The Shikigami she could create were much different than the ones Megumi could. As a descendant of the Zenin Clan, Meguim had inherited the ten Shikigami technique, meaning she could draw forth ten Shikigami from the shadows. When Emiri first summoned Seven it took everything she had, and much more to turn into a real dog, therefore he only attacked when she ordered. To save his strength Emiri used Seven as her last line of defense.

Emir cracked her knuckles before she focused her energy on his palms, her wrists. She could feel the cursed energy flow through her blood as circular handles formed from her wrists and landed in her palms. Then two long, curved, pitch-black katana blades began to reach out in front of her.

“Where are you hiding those?” Megumi chortled as he looked back at her.

Emiri scoffed at Megumi’s comment as she knew he knew how her cursed energy worked. When Emiri was a child, her father pounded nails into her wrists, and to his surprise, her body healed around them. She then used them to draw power off, to create Cursed Tools. Due to the metal embedded in her, Emiri was able to draw her cursed energy towards the metal and form blades.

Megumi took off with his Demon Dogs as Emiri and Seven followed closely. Seven positioned himself at their rear and stood watch at the end of the hall as they turned the corner. As they progressed down the hall the curses grew in number.

“We’re close!” Emiri announced as she slid around another corner.

Megumi stood next to her as the cursed spirit came into view. It was a large lumpy monster with tank skin and janky arms. Its arms were wrapped around a girl as it gnawed on her arm. The creature growled at the sight of Megumi and Emiri.

“There you are,” Megumi growled as his dogs took a stance beside him.

“It’s trying to swallow her and the cursed object!” Emiri announced.

They watched the Cursed Spirit flung around Yuji’s friends. The girl was in its mouth as it tried to swallow her and a man in its arm was screaming. Before Emiri or Megumi could move the window to the left of the spirit shattered. A figure launched through the window and a flash of pink hair.

“Itadori!” Emiri shouted.

The boy ignored her warning as he spun around the cursed spirit. He twisted before he propelled downward and kicked its eyes. The creature howled in pain as Yuji ripped the girl from its mouth, and then grabbed his male friend. Yuji safely landed in the hallway holding his friends tightly.

“This is a curse?” Yuji groaned. “Not what I was expecting.”

Emiri was quick to move as she drew her katana down and lunged for the Curse. She twisted effortlessly as she sliced straight through the monster's thick body. It groaned as it began to disintegrate with purple smoke. Meguim released his dogs and they began to gnaw on the destroyed body of the cursed spirit.

Megumi neared Yuji as Emiri drew her blades down. She flung them around her head until they rested on her back and she released the handle. She brushed off her uniform as she turned to Megumi and Yuji and Seven bounded to her side.

“I should be asking what you’re doing here…but good job.” Megumi groaned.

“You’re pretty smug, aren’t you,” Yuji scoffed.

“See,” Emiri urged as she stood next to Megumi. “You’re a smug bastard.”

Megumi glared at her as Yuji gawked at the dogs.

“Just out of curiosity, what are those things munching on the curse?” he inquired.

“My Shikigami,” Megumi looked back at the dogs. “Wait, you can see them? Normally a curse can’t be seen. Not unless you're on the verge of death or in special places like this.”

“Yeah, that makes more sense. That one too?” Yuji gestured to the black dog at Emiri’s side.

“Yeah,” she whispered as she slightly raised her arm which released Seven from his position.

Seven was extremely similar to a real dog, he had a menacing stance, a killer jaw, and razor-sharp teeth, but he loved people. Everyone, except Gojo, is what Emiri had discovered. He was well trained enough to only greet people when Emiri directed like a service dog. Seven leaped forward at the movement of her arm. Yuji smiled as he leaned down to pet the dog.

“I’ve never seen weird stuff like this.” Yuji sighed as he rubbed the dog.

“Oh,” Emiri sighed at Yuji’s comment. “But you’re not scared?”

“I was, I mean for a little while there,” Yuji admitted softly. “Then I thought…everybody’s gonna die. I might as well give the people I care about a chance at a proper death,” he reached down and pulled the cursed object from his unconscious friend's fingers. “This it?”

“Yeah,” Emiri nodded. “Ryomen Sukana’s finger.”

“It’s a miracle that something didn’t swallow it.” Megumi sighed as she pushed his hair back.

“Why would anyone eat this?” Yuji asked.

“Don’t be dense,” Megumi urged.

“You’d eat it to gain stronger cursed energy.” Emiri offered. “Now, hand it over.”

“Fine,” Yuji sighed as he reached his hand to give her the finger.

As Emiri reached to take the object from Yuji, Megumi looked up. A ginormous blue hand reached out from the ceiling for Emiri as she smiled at Yuji.

“Emi-”

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[boyeetsworld]

Hounds of Love

m.fushiguro x fem oc (she/her pronouns) jjk fanfic (roughly follows anime storyline) WARNING: ‼️ gore descriptions, violence, nsfw, smut ‼️ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩ ☩

No. 2

Saturo Gojo was swift to send Emiri and Megumi on their first mission. As both were grade 2 sorcerers, therefore were allowed to go on missions by themselves.  Throughout Emiri’s first morning at Jujutsu High, Gojo explained cursed objects and corpses to her. Emiri knew about cursed energy and curses, but the rest of the sorcerer world she had refused to learn about. 

Gojo informed about cursed objects and corpses. Gojo went on to explain Sukana’s fingers, twenty special-grade cursed objects, and the first-years were sent to find one.

Grasping the idea of an ancient sorcerer who lived over a thousand years ago with four arms was tough for Emiri. The King of Curses lived during the golden age of jujutsu as a man with four arms. All twenty fingers were cut off and mummified after his death, classified as special-grade cursed objects. 

She struggled with the idea of his twenty fingers scattered across the world as she traveled with Meguim to Sendai City. They had been ordered to Sugisawa High School to recover one of Sukan’s fingers. The day stretched on as the four-hour train ride felt unbearable for the two sorcerers. 

Emiri fidgeted in her seat, trying to wrap her head around the concept of ancient sorcerers and cursed objects. Megumi, sitting beside her, seemed more composed, his expression focused as he stared out of the train window.

“You okay?" Megumi asked softly, noticing her discomfort.

Emiri shot Megumi a glare, irritated by his concern.

“I'm fine," she snapped, her tone sharp.

Megumi raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her hostility. 

“Alright, suit yourself," he replied coolly, turning his attention back to the passing scenery outside.

The atmosphere between them grew tense as they sat in silence, each lost in their thoughts. Emiri couldn't help but resent Megumi's calm demeanor, feeling as though he was looking down on her.

“Why are you always so smug?" Emiri muttered under her breath, unable to contain her frustration any longer.

“Excuse me?" Megumi's head snapped towards her, his eyes flashing with annoyance. 

“You heard me," Emiri retorted, her voice dripping with disdain. “You act like you're better than everyone else like you have all the answers. Shit, I mean, you’ve been smug since you were ten."

Megumi's jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin. 

“I'm just trying to focus on the mission, Emiri. Maybe if you stopped whining this train ride wouldn’t be so painful. We do have to work together, don’t you know that?"

“I know we need to work together, Megumi. But it's hard when you act like you know everything and don't listen to anyone else."

“We haven’t seen each other in years, you don’t know me,” Megumi's expression hardened. “I'm just trying to do my job, Emiri.” 

Emiri clenched her fists, struggling to contain her anger. She knew Megumi was right, but her pride wouldn't let her admit it. With a frustrated sigh, she turned away, staring out of the window as the train rumbled on towards their destination. The tension between them hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over their mission. 

Emiri and Megumi's dislike for each other stemmed from a clash of personalities and conflicting approaches to their work as sorcerers, Gojo knew this. Why else would he place them together? 

Emiri knew from where she had come. A childhood of horrors, a background of wickedness, cruelty, and death. She resented Megumi for what she perceived him as, a prestigious, privileged brat. She felt belittled by his calm demeanor and his apparent confidence in his abilities, which she interpreted as condescension. 

On the other hand, Megumi found Emiri's attitude abrasive and her lack of focus on the mission frustrating. He saw her as impulsive and unwilling to follow orders, which clashed with his disciplined approach to their work. Megumi's frustration with Emiri's behavior branched from his desire for efficiency and success on their mission, seeing her attitude as a hindrance to their goals.

They had felt this way about each other since they were children.

When the two exited the train the sun was setting on the outskirts of the city. The sky had turned a soft hue of dark purple as the light crept away. Emiri remained silent, replaying the past four hours of bickering. They strode down the street, their steps in sync, but their disdain for each boiling. Gojo had directed them to the rugby field on the edge of the high school’s campus. 

Sugisawa High School was quiet, the buildings were dark, and not a soul was seen. Emiri silently followed Megumi across the field. On the far side of the field, there was a small wooden structure, a box with a door nestled in the far corner of the field.  As they approached the wooden structure, Emiri couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over her. The silence of the deserted high school campus only added to her sense of foreboding. Megumi glanced back at her, his expression unreadable in the fading light.

“Stay alert,” he warned.

“No shit,” Emiri sighed as Megumi neared the structure and she turned away from him.

Emiri nodded tersely, her jaw clenched with tension. Despite their animosity towards each other, she knew they had to remain focused on the task at hand. Their eyes focused on the structure in front of them, similar to a birdhouse, it looked like a thermometer shed.

“They’re hiding a Cursed Object in a place like this?” Megumi huffed in disbelief. “Could they be any more stupid?”

“Could you?” Emiri retorted as she looked over him. “We gonna open it or stand here all night?”

Megumi sighed at her sassy comment before he reached for the shed. There was a latch on the door, but no lock or means to keep the object secure. The doors creaked as Megumi pulled them open. He gasped, then let it fade to a groan as he gawked into the box. Emir shoved his shoulder to get a look, her eyes widened at the empty shed.

“It’s…it’s not here,” she drawled.

Megumi groaned as he leaned his head into the box and searched. He became frantic as he looked around the box scouring it with his fingers. He climbed on top of it and looked behind then at the sides, then looked inside the box again. Emiri watched as he frantically searched for the object letting out frustrated groans. He continued to moan and groan as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“There’s nothing here,” he informed gruffly as Gojo picked up instantly.

“Huh?” the voice was muffled over the phone.

“The Stevenson Hutch is empty,” Megumi continued.

“For real?! That’s hilarious,” Gojo’s chuckle boomed over the phone. “maybe it took a nighttime stroll.”

“I’m going to punch you,” Meguim drawled bluntly.

“Well,” Gojo scoffed. “no going home until it’s recovered, okay?”

The line hung up abruptly and Megumi looked back at Emiri.

“I’m seriously going to punch him,” he repeated coldly.

“You really thought he would send us home?” Emiri launched mockingly at Megumi. 

Emiri's sarcasm only fueled Megumi's frustration further. He shot her a glare, his patience wearing thin. 

“Can you just be quiet for once?" he snapped, his tone laced with annoyance.

Emiri rolled her eyes, unfazed by his outburst. 

“Wow, someone's touchy," she remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Megumi clenched his fists, struggling to contain his temper. 

“We're here to do a job, not exchange insults."

Emiri smirked, her defiance shining through. 

“Fine, let's focus on the job then. But don't expect me to hold back just because you can't handle a little criticism."

Megumi shook his head in exasperation, turning away from her dismissively. He knew that arguing with Emiri was futile, but he couldn't help feeling frustrated by her stubbornness.

As they stood in front of the empty shed, the tension between them hung heavy in the air. Despite their shared goal of recovering the Cursed Object, their animosity towards each other threatened to derail their mission. As they braced themselves for the long night ahead, they both knew that working together would be their only chance of success, whether they liked it or not.

The night was spent searching for the Cursed Object through the school. Emiri was ecstatic when Megumi suggested splitting up, but ultimately the hours of searching supplemented to nothing. The days reached into each other as Sugisawa High School became bustling with students. Megumi and Emiri lingered throughout the school searching for traces of a Cursed Object. 

As the afternoon sat in, the two first-year sorcerers found themselves back at the rugby field. Megumi was silent as he surveyed the grass, Emiri chuckled at his hopeless attempts. They two had abandoned their Jujutsu High uniforms in an attempt to blend in better.

“What’s with this rugby field?” he huffed. “Is there a dead body buried here?”

Emiri followed his eyes to the ground where a cursed spirit peaked its head out of the ground and then sunk below. cursed spirits came in various disgusted, malevolent forms. Emiri watched as the cursed spirit dispersed across the field.

“Even if there is,” Emiri began. “It’s strange to see a cursed spirit that high level here. It looks like a grade two.”

The two watched as the cursed spirit exited the ground and climbed up a pole. Its body was blue and lumpy and its head had fifteen red eyes scattered across its face with chunky teeth and a mangey green main. 

“Must be the influence of the Cursed Object,” Megumi sighed as he moved towards the exit of the field. 

“Its presence is strong,” Emiri stated as she followed Megumi upstairs towards a bustling crowd of students. 

“Too strong to pin down,” Megumi stated, expecting a sassy comment in return, but received nothing. “Feels like it’s close by, but it could actually be far away.”

“Ugh, this is a serious pain,” Emiri huffed as they reached the top of the stairs.

“The curses object or…me?” Megumi asked as he looked over at her.

Emiri wholeheartedly laughed at his comment.

“Wow,” she sighed between laughs. “So he does have jokes.”

Megumi rolled his eyes as he moved past her and turned his attention to the crowd of students. The sorcerers watched as the track coach of the high school challenged a student in the shot put. They watched in awe as the coach threw and broke the school record. Next, a young male student with a flaming head of light pink hair stepped up. He chatted with the coach before he launched the iron ball. The ball flew through the air and into a soccer goal, embedding itself in the metal pole. The students cheer wildly as the boy smiles.

“He-He threw that without any cursed energy,” Emiri gasped at the boy's raw strength.

As the student continued to cheer the pink-haired boy gathered his items and bid the coach farewell. He bolted pass Megumi and Emiri. The gust of wind that followed the boy was laced with curses, Emiri shuddered at the feeling and she could feel Megumi was affected as well.

“The presence…of a Cursed Object,” he shuddered before his eyes followed the running boy. “Hey! Hold it!”

Megumi rushed after the boy but he picked up his pace and sprinted out of the campus. Emiri followed Megumi down the stairs as he called after the boy. They heard students around them chattering about the boy who ran off and his athletic abilities. 

Emiri huffed as she watched Megumi chase after the boy. She sighed as she drew her hands together in a praying position, leaving her pointer finger up.

“Heavenly Hound,” she murmured as the figure began to appear beside her and she looked down. “Follow him, Seven.”

She stated as she pointed in the direction of Yuji. Seven sniffed the air for a moment before he took off, rushing past Megumi. The boy turned back and looked at Emiri.

“Why did you do that?” he asked sharply.

“He’ll follow him,” Emiri assured. 

“What even is that thing?” Megumi asked as he looked back at the receding dog. “You have shikigami?”

“No, well…kinda,” Emiri hesitated as she moved toward him. “When I first summoned him he was a shikigami, but he was weak, and now he’s…”

“So he’s not a shikigami?” Megumi asked as he tapped his foot.

“If you’d let me finish,” Emiri shot back before she dramatically cleared her throat. “Now, he’s more of a manifestation of my fears, a protector of sorts. He’s a real dog, though, thanks to blood manipulation.”

“Oh yeah,” Megumi nodded laced with sarcasm, pretending to understand what she explaining to him.

“Thought you liked him,” Emiri shot as she sized him up. 

“Didn’t say I didn’t,” Megumi responded lowly.

Emiri huffed as Megumi gazed at her, his eyes like daggers of judgment. 

“Well,” Emiri sighed as she continued down the stairs. “Are we gonna follow him or…?”

Megumi huffed at her hint of sarcasm. He glared at her and he pushed past her.

“What a stupid question, Emiri.”

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Word count: 2,247

[boyeetsworld]

HOUNDS OF LOVE

m.fushiguro x fem oc (she/her pronouns)

jjk fanfic (roughly follows anime storyline)

WARNING:

‼️ gore descriptions, violence, nsfw, smut ‼️

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PART ONE: Fearsome Womb Arc

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No. 1

This was her life, at least the past four years of it, boisterous, rude people, dirty ramen bowls, stingy management, shitty payment, and unnecessary stress. She supposed this was what it was like being sixteen and living alone.

She sighed as she wriggled her way through the busy restaurant. She placed the dirty bowl in the bin before wiping her hands on her apron, then brushed the hair out of her face.

“Emi…” The girl perked up at the sound of her name as she looked over to find her coworker motioning her over. “He’s here again.”

“Huh?” Emiri questioned as she moved to the front of the restaurant.

Her confusion dispersed at the sight of the familiar man. His height was towering, with his white hair pushed up and his usual blindfold covering his eyes.

“Gojo,” She sighed as she watched the man linger across the street.

For the rest of her shift, Emiri’s mind lingered on Gojo. This wasn’t the first time he had loitered outside her place of work.

It wasn’t the first time she had caught him lurking around her in general. The sun began to set on the city as Emiri accepted why Gojo stood patiently outside.

Emiri sighed as she exited the empty restaurant, being the last to leave she locked the door behind her. Finally, she turned and looked at Gojo across the street.

The road was silent as she stared down the tall white-haired man. Suddenly he took a step forward and smiled as he neared her.

“Emiri Hara,” he chortled as she remained unamused. “Wow, you sure look happy to see me!”

“What do you want?” she crossed her arms not letting up on her serious attitude despite his jokes. “You’re acting like I haven’t seen you hanging around…watching me.”

Gojo laughed as he removed his hands from his pockets and took a stance beside her. He was wearing his usual all-black uniform as Emiri stood in front of him in a mangey yellow and orange uniform.

Gojo’s smile never faded as he towered over Emiri, to him she was still a ten-year-old with dead parents whom he had just saved from certain death.

“Gojo,” She urged getting sick of his attempts at mystery.

“What? I can’t just stop by to see you?” He huffed in response to her annoyance.

She sighed as she untied her apron and shoved it in her bag. Then she unpinned her hair letting it fall to its natural length, stopping just above her hips. Her hair was a mangled mess of black and white strands of hair.

The two-toned hair was a genetic marvel her mother had passed down to her. Emiri recalled when she first met Gojo and how amazed he was by her hair, but she brushed away the faint memory of Gojo.

“When I haven’t seen you in six years, no. No, you can’t,” Emiri stated coldly.

Saturo Gojo was something of a savior to her back then, when she was a naive child. Now she saw right through his attempts to make her a Jujutsu Sourcer. She wanted nothing to do with the matter.

Emiri had grown up around the power of cursed energy and had mastered it at the mere age of seven. Her parents had trained her tirelessly, and subjected her to torture, all in hopes she would follow in their footsteps as assassins.

Gojo was the one who found her the night they were killed, the night they tried to sacrifice their child to save themselves.

“Emiri,” Gojo smirked as he raised his finger. “I have a proposition for you-”

“I don’t want to go to your school,” she cut him off curtly. “I’ve already told you.”

“Yeah, yeah you’ve sworn off your cursed energy…” Gojo mocked before he turned to her with a serious demeanor. “That doesn’t change what you can do. Who you could save…”

He could tell his words struck a chord with her. Although she wasn’t his child, Gojo had a habit of looking at his students as children of his own.

“My whole life…I’ve been used as a weapon,” she began softly as she looked down. “I won’t do it anymore.”

“Come and learn…I think you’d be the perfect addition to the first-years. Let us teach you that you can use that power as you please, Emiri, to save people,” he gave a cheeky smile as he patted her shoulder and then began down the street. “Think about it, kid.”

Emiri watched as Gojo walked away, his words lingering in the air like a whispered promise. She stood there for a moment, the weight of his proposition heavy on her shoulders.

For years, she had tried to distance herself from the world of cursed energy, from the memories of her parents' dark legacy. The thought of stepping back into that world filled her with a mixture of fear and defiance. But despite her reluctance, there was a part of her that couldn't help but be drawn to the allure of Gojo's offer.

As she walked home through the dimly lit streets, her mind raced with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, the idea of using her powers on her terms was enticing.

On the other hand, the thought of getting tangled up in the dangerous world of Jujutsu Sorcery was enough to send shivers down her spine.

Arriving at her small apartment, Emiri smiled softly at the large black dog awaiting her arrival. He was massive with pointed ears and a square jaw resembling a Pitbull with the muscular body of a Mastiff. She reached down scratched the dog ears and chuckled.

“Seven,” She placed a kiss on his head. “Good boy.”

She sighed as she sank onto her futon, exhaustion washing over her. Seven assumed position on the floor by her feet in a protective manner.

She stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought. Gojo's words echoed in her mind, reminding her of the potential she held within her.

But as she drifted off to sleep, she made a silent vow to herself. She would not let her past define her future. Whatever path she chose, it would be on her terms, no one else's. And with that resolve, she closed her eyes, ready to face the future held as she decided that it held accepting Gojo’s offer.

The next morning, Emiri woke up with a newfound determination coursing through her veins. As she prepared for the day ahead, she couldn't shake the feeling that accepting Gojo's offer was the right decision for her. Next thing she knew she found herself calling Saturo Gojo and boarding a train to Tokyo.

As the train rattled along the tracks, Emiri’s mind buzzed with anticipation and uncertainty. She glanced out of the window, watching the landscape blur past as she headed towards Tokyo, towards a new chapter of her life.

Emiri navigated her way through the crowded streets, Seven faithfully by her side every step of the way. Eventually, she found herself standing outside the gates of the prestigious Jujutsu High School, the place where Gojo had offered her a chance at a different kind of life.

“Emiri!"

She turned to see Gojo striding towards her, his signature grin lighting up his face.

“I'm glad you decided to come," he said, his tone genuine. “Welcome to Jujutsu High."

With a smile of her own, Emiri nodded, feeling a sense of belonging wash over her. She may have been hesitant at first, but deep down, she knew that this was where she was meant to be. Gojo’s eyes fell to the large dog standing beside her.

“Oh, wow! Who’s this?” Gojo gawked as he leaned toward Seven.

“Oh, I wouldn’t,” Emiri warned as Gojo reached to pet the dog receiving a harsh bark and snarl. “He doesn’t really like…people.”

She shrugged as Gojo shuddered. “And you traveled with that thing?!”

“He’s a shikigami,” she informed calmly. “By manipulating my own blood I made him a real dog, but if I die he dies. Most people can’t see him, only curse users.”

“I see,” Gojo hummed, yet he was still terrified of the hound in front of him. “Well, I suppose it’s time to meet the other first-years! No need to meet with Principle Masamichi, he’s been awaiting your arrival for years.”

Emiri followed Gojo through the campus. As they walked through the campus, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within her.

Gojo led her into a building with a narrow hall, he went on to explain the dormitory as he stopped at the third door from the end. He triumphantly announced that this would be Emiri’s room.

She nodded as she entered and was quick to set down her bags. Seven pounced around the room in excitement causing Emiri to laugh as she watched him spin.

“Ah, there he is!” Gojo shouted from the hallway. Emiri wandered out of the room to find Gojo grinning at a tall boy with dark spikey hair and hazy green eyes. “The other first-year!”

“Megumi,” Emiri huffed as she stood in the doorway.

The boy's eyes locked with hers. Megumi Fushiguro was a pretty boy, his hair was jet black and styled in a spikey mess on his head. He was lean and muscular despite his baggy uniform and his eyes were dark but a piercing green.

Before another word could leave her mouth, Seven came bounding out of the room at the scent of Megumi. Emiri watched as the dog leaped past her and towards Megumi. Megumi prepared himself for the dog's weight as Seven happily lunged at him.

“Seven, no…” Emiri warned as Seven attacked Megumi with kisses.

“Thought he didn’t like people…” Gojo chuckled as he watched Emiri pull the dog off Megumi.

“No, he does…” Emiri turned back to Gojo with a smirk. “He just doesn’t like you, Gojo. You didn’t remember him…I’ve had Seven since I was seven,” she continued reluctantly. “Yet, somehow turns out Megumi seems to be his favorite person.”

Megumi gave a stiff smile as Emiri looked over at him and Seven settled to sit at her feet.

“Never thought you’d join Jujutsu High,” He stated curtly as he brushed off his uniform and Emiri huffed at the remark.

“I knew you two would be happy to see each other,” Gojo beamed, despite the clear animosity between the two first-years.

Megumi’s eyes followed to the open door behind Emiri. His eyes fell to the bag sitting on the floor of the bare. He heaved a sigh.

“There are so many vacancies,” he lamented. “She had to go in the room next to me?”

Gojo laughed lightly with a shrug as he looked between the two. He noticed their lack of playfulness at his attempts to joke with them.

“Oh, come one! Like I don’t know you two despise each other,” he huffed. “Think of this as team bonding, you’ll be working together all year!”

Gojo spoke as if the two had just won the lottery and their prize was spending time with each other and the fabulous Saturo Gojo. Emiri crossed her arms as she sighed at Gojo’s news.

“This isn’t welcome,” Megumi stated coldly.

“Lovely,” Emiri soughed under her breath.

Saturo Gojo had found Megumi when he was six years old after his father tried to sell him to the Zenin Clan. Then Gojo took in Emiri when she was ten he introduced her to the boy her age.

Emiri would admit she was drawn to Megumi, but his attitude was off-putting and they never got along as children. Emiri and Megumi found themselves competing for Gojo’s attention until he decided to send them back to school. They two hadn’t seen each other since.

Emiri gave Megumi a stiff smile. She couldn’t necessarily place why she disliked the boy. Perhaps, she felt he was condescending, as a child she always found herself adoring him and being met with his cold demeanor.

Now that he was here, as a fellow first-year, he was nothing more than her competition. On the other hand, Megumi knew that Emiri disliked him and he assumed that he had welcomed that hatred.

Now, she thought, they saw each other through the same lens, they would never be friends.

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