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All dogs go to heaven (part 3)

part 2

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While trying to smuggle a mirror out of a department store, you meet a weird kid, and decide to blow off going back to the others. Gojo-Sensei said you had three hours, right?

It was kind of nice to be normal, even if only for a moment. Also the mirror is being a bitch and apparently gained sentiance. Which totally wasn’t your fault.

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Dogeza - crouching down and bowing all the way to the floor as a way of deeply apologizing or asking a big favor.

Buttercup - Usually represents innocence, or childhood. Alternatively childish action and selfishness.

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“God, fuck me. Of course this happened today.” You groan into your hands. You glare up at the mirror, “Fuck you too, you stupid manifestation of my greed and ignorance.”

“Fuck you!” The mirror repeats happily.

Obviously you let out a very manly yelp, that you don’t have to cover with your hand at all. What were you even going to say about this? You couldn’t just call your clan and be like, ‘sorry for making a cursed object, I was using my technique even though you explicitly asked me not to, and I also didn’t tell you that those seals you made for me weren’t as effective as you thought!’

They would kill you, no, they would behead you and make your classmates watch! You couldn’t tell anyone! And your residuals wouldn’t fade from it for at least another 24-hours. You were going to die.

“Of course this happened- too- you!” The mirror says, still looking extremely pleased with itself. The words don’t sound right coming out of it, like they’re stitched together in some kind of twisted soundbite.

You hush it, “Ok, I’m going to take you off the wall, and then jump out a window. I need you to be really quiet.” You start unhooking the thing from the wall, as it repeats ‘quiet’ as softly as it can. Lucky for you, it's one of those mirrors where the top, bottom, and sides aren’t connected, so its actual size wasn’t too troublesome. Only about two feet across.

Because you're smart, you short out the cameras since your proverbial ‘fingerprints’ are already all over the scene of the crime. Then, you pull back the curtain, only for the mirror to yell, “Bitch!” As loud as possible.

You run to the window, hurriedly unhooking it as you climb down into the alleyway. Pressing yourself against the grimy wall, you sense someone look out the window, but they don't bother looking straight down. Nice.

Then, once the danger has passed, you look down at the mirror. “Why did you do that?! We could have gotten caught!” You might look a little crazy, but none is paying attention.

The mirror smiles at you, but this time it has a little bite to it. “You -- gotten -- caught.”

You let out a long, tired sigh as you sit down, not even caring that you probably look homeless or something. The building above is pristine from the other side, but it seems the care shown to its outward side wasn’t given to the lesser seen of the two. Was that some kind of metaphor?

“Yeah, but I made you, you're my responsibility now. What if someone had caught us and made me put you back. I’m sure all sorts of problems would happen then…”

The mirror is quiet, before it suddenly starts wildly gesturing. Or- your face starts wildly gesturing, it's actually really creepy. “Bitch! Caught-- us!” You look at it in confusion, hissing for it to be quiet before you hear it.

Running. Footsteps.

You scramble to put the mirror face side down, before four boys run into the ally. It looks like the one with emo hair is pretty beat up. “Get back here Junpei! You can’t run forever!”

“Get back here!” A figure runs through the woods, blood crusted on their brow as feet march after them. “Your brother isn’t always going to be here to save you! Why not get a taste before we actually beat you up?!” You were sick, weak— defenseless— you hated people like that.

“Shota stop! I already told you I don't have money! My mom needs it for--” He’s cut off by you uppercutting one of the guys in the face. You had seen enough.

Glaring, you watch as the guy you punched, presumably ‘Shota’ stumbles back into the arms of the two others. “Why are you chasing my cousin?” You say it with such venom that even the kid you were defending looks a little scared.

“What, you think just because you're a cute girl we won't beat you up? You're dead wron-” You punch him again, and then you kick one of the other guys in the balls, so fast they don’t have time to react. You know that it hurts, a lot. Training for the better part of the past seven years generally meant when you hit people it was pretty painful as a rule.

“What the fuck?!” The guy looks surprised, the three of them looking a lot more freaked out than a minute ago.

“Dude, shes some kind of fucking martial arts student- lets get out of here.”

Shota, whose nose was bleeding profusely, nods, “You’re not better than us because you got your cousin to beat us up Junpei! You damn punk!” He calls over his shoulder as the three of them retreat.

You turn back to Junpei, offering him a hand up. “Are you ok?”

He's shaking, with some kind of star-stuck, half terrified look. “C-cousin?” You nod, giving him a reassuring smile as you help him up.

“We’re cousins now! If they bother you again, tell them I’ll wait for them after school and beat their asses.” He looks confused, standing like he was taking up too much space and making himself as small as possible all at once. You get the hint, “I used to get bullied. Sorry if I overstepped…”

He vigorously shakes his head at your guilty expression. “No, no! I’m super grateful, its just-” He looks a little foggy eyed, “Nones ever stuck their neck out for me before. And you don't even know me.”

You pat him on the shoulder, “Well I do go to a private martial arts school, so it wasn’t a big deal.” You don’t mention that you're not one of the people who train at said martial arts school. What difference did that make? It's not like you could say you watch people fight cursed spirits instead of helping them because of ‘politics’ or whatever.

“Bitch!”

Junpei jumps, as you turn back to the mirror. “Would you shut up, I’m trying to help this poor civilian and you're totally killing my street cred!” You hiss, while Junpei looks confused.

“What’s that?” He takes a step closer, while you scramble to stand in front of him.

“N-nothing! You should go be on your way now!” You wave your hands, but he brushes past you and turns it over. To see another very grumpy version of you looking back at him. “Oh, god damn it.”

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Junpei is promoted to little brother, because he sticks his nose in your business and won't stop until you relent. The only good thing about your predicament is that he said you can stash your new magic mirror at his house, on the condition that you come over some time.

You’re kind of glad he’s weirdly obsessed with horror movies and accepts what you tell him easily. It would have been really troublesome to have to explain your talking mirror to a normal person. He seemed to already have an abnormal amount of cursed energy for a civilian, (a little less than you) so you guess he might have already been kind of aware of curses and just unable to put a name to it.

Mirror, on the other hand, is being really annoying, and cursing you out as you hand her to Junpei. “I think if I…” You surge your energy through her, before pulling out a little more than before, and she goes quiet.

Then, you say your goodbyes, and go stand in a corner flapping your arms to get your residuals off. It takes like twenty minutes, but you eventually manage to clean yourself off to what's maybe enough, and head back to the meeting spot.

Gojo-Sensei is already there, seeming to melt in the heat while eating a popsicle on a bench. Nobara is also there, with about six different shopping bags. “Hey! Over here!” She calls you over, while Gojo-Sensei seems to give up and take his blindfold off, switching it for sunglasses.

You put on a smile, waving as you make your way over to them. It all worked out in the end. “Nobara!” You sit down on the bench, close enough that you can lean over and peer into the paper bags. “What did you get? You use Gojo-Sensei’s card right?” You prod, while she starts explaining (mansplaining?) everything she got and what its use was.

She gets to scented hand soap before Gojo-Sensei cuts in. “Where are your little buddies? I could have sworn I sent you out with Maki and Yuta…” He trails off deliberately, while you stiffen in place, mouth still open from when you were ogling at Nobara’s haul.

“Ha. Haha.” You sound like one of those horror movie protagonists when the monster is right behind them. Looking around, you sweat. “Whattttt, they were right next to me a minute ago.”

Yuta then runs up behind you, seeming out of breath. “There you are! Maki said she was going to beat my ass if I lost you aga-”

Your hand flies to his mouth, as you continue making intense eye contact with Gojo-Sensei. “Sillly Yuta! I only got lost a few minutes ago.” You send him a desperate look, “So there’s no reason for you to be so worked up.” You pat his head, in the way one might soothe a cat. “Right?”

He also stiffens, as if Gojo-Sensei is medusa, and he's trying not to get turned to stone. “Yes! You have only been gone for a few minutes! That is what happened.”

Nobara very loudly whispers to Gojo-Sensei, “Seriously, again??”

He nods, putting a finger up to his mouth as if to say ‘just wait’.

You're still busy being very convincing. “Nothing happened! Would I lie to you Goj-” If its possible, you and Yuta pale even more as Maki comes stomping in from the crowd. She looks pretty annoyed. “You idiot! I told you not to wonder off this time! We’ve been looking for you for an hour-” Maki also turns as Yuta points, again coming face to face with Gojo-Sensei. She blinks, before pointing at Yuta, “It's his fault.”

“Maki!” The two of you say at the same time, while she shrugs.

“What? The jig is up, if you hadn’t lost her then this wouldn’t be happening.”

You groan into your hands, falling to a crouching position. Then, you drop to your knees, using your last resort. “Benevolent Gojo-Sensei! You're my favorite teacher! You're so talented and kind that I would be remiss not to ask you to spare us just this once!”

Yuta does the same, “Yes Gojo-Sensei! There truly isn’t anyone who we think would spare us besides you, but you're so thoughtful and understanding, that we know that you know that it really isn’t anyone's fault, and we all make mistakes!”

You and him hit the Dogeza, knowing to get out of this one you’ll need to pull out all the stops.

While this is happening, Fushiguro, Itadori, Inumaki and Geto-Sensei are all looking on. Geto-Sensei pipes up first. “What are those idiots doing?”

Fushiguro just looks on in disappointment. “She always gets split off from the group when we go somewhere that's not a mission, so Gojo-Sensei makes her stay with him. That's why Yuta and Maki had to ask to take her along.”

Yuji, who's eating some kind of street food, chimes in and nods. “Yeah, she’s surprisingly flakey.”

“Salmon.”

Back with the others, you're reciting a prayer, while Yuta is trying to negotiate in futile. “Ahem, please, please, please, please, please--”

Gojo-Sensei stops him, shaking his head. “Nope! Though your Kohai needs to learn her lesson, so I’ll reduce your sentence.” He looks too happy about the arrangement, clapping his hands as if to release Yuta from his punishment.

You had moved from your spot on the ground to sit with your head resting on the bench seat, having given up when your two seniors started blaming each other. Yuta gets up and goes back to Maki after thanking Gojo-Sensei, and Nobara goes over to the other group.

Your Sensei sits back down above you, hand resting on your head while you bring your knees to your chest. Now that your friends are gone, you stare at them, as if fixated. Back when you first got to the school you used to take notes, though Gojo-Sensei made you kick the habit your second week.

He leans down, while you stare ahead. “You know, it really isn’t good practice to run off at every occasion.” He starts, then pauses as if waiting for you to interrupt him with some kind of genuine apology. “Sighhhhhh-”

“Why are you vocally pouting?”

“-My poor precious student, excluded from her classmates because she's too anti-social.”

“Oh my god, not this again-”

“Is it because she's too weak to help them in their valiant battle against cursed spirits,” Suddenly, you feel as though the temperature drops a few degrees. “Or maybe it's that she's lying about something important? Who was she talking to when she snuck away today--”

He muses to himself, and you're suddenly reminded that he has the six eyes, and your half baked job of cleaning up your residuals might not have been enough. You still, unmoving while Gojo-Sensei’s hand pets your hair. “You were calling your clan yesterday, right? What did you talk about?”

You hate this, you hate how you feel scared of your teacher.

Who were you kidding, you were always scared, but having a confrontation was something you hadn’t been ready for. You swallow, looking at a buttercup growing from a crack in the pavement.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You say, tone coy as you pick the flower, tossing it aside a few moments later. You feel the opposite of coy, but you steal yourself. If you expect pain, then it's easy to prepare for. And Gojo-Sensei isn’t different from any other adult in your life, you remember that well. His hand in your hair tightens ever so slightly.

“What, you wouldn’t want to tell your favorite teacher? I thought I was the most kind, benevolent-”

You cut him off, fight leaving you as you scrub your face with your hands. “It was my Aunt, alright? She wants me to reconsider this thing that I said no to- its for the clan, and the people who offered are being really persistent.”

Gojo-Sensei looks at you out of the corner of his eyes, “Are you going to?”

You look up at him, “You don’t even know what I’m talking about.” He does. Or, you’re pretty sure he does, since there's a select number of things you could be talking about, and you're a pretty girl from a clan. This isn’t exactly uncommon.

Still, he’ll let you say it when you have enough confidence. Because in his mind, he's already got you figured out.

‘What an idiot’, you think bitterly.

Even in the bustling crowd, the silence is defining. Taking mercy on you, Gojo-Sensei’s quiet for a moment, “I’m putting trust in you, and I won’t go looking for whoever those residuals are. But if you start considering leaving the school I want to know.”

He lets out a sigh, patting your head once more before standing up. “You're a student of Jujitsu Tech, and under those regulations, your clan can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to. As your teacher I won't let them. Trust me.”

There's a few meaningful seconds between the two of you, before you stand up and follow him.

Anything you didn’t want to… in a while that might actually be true. Not because of some special grade though. You had promised you’d help your cousin afterall, and unlike some, you never broke your promises.

#i don’t LOVE the pacing of this but i promised to just be happy with what i wrote #ughhhhhh #this is better read all in one sitting #jjk #jjk x oc #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #gojo #gojo x geto #satosugu #or in this case gego because i prefer that #yuji itadori #maki zenin #yuta okkotsu #jjk yuta #nobara kugisaki

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cardcaptorsakura29 · 29 days ago

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All dogs go to heaven (part 2)

part one, part three

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After your disastrous first meeting with Geto-Sensei you're then forced to help with a training exercise. As a civilian. Like the principle didn’t make dolls that could do the exact same thing, ‘realism’ be damn.

Safe to say it doesn’t go well, and you have some new revelations about your teacher.

The next day is a professional day, meaning that there are no regular classes, and you all just hang out with Gojo-Sensei and do whatever he wants. Usually you’d be with Ijichi, but mysteriously he’d gotten a bunch of paperwork dumped on him, and Gojo-Sensei wanted you to go hang out with your peers. You were arguing for your life at this point.

“Come on, don’t tell me you're scared to hang out with the cool kids, are you?” He taunts, stupid blindfold not concealing his amused expression. “They’re nice, I promise.”

Your grip tightens on the door, “I’m just saying I think it would be more productive for me to go help my Sensei, y’know? I don’t want to leave him hanging…” Gojo-Sensei keeps his amused smile, (because when wasn’t he smiling) and grabs the back of your uniform, trying to drag you out the door.

You probably look like a cat trying to hang onto a tree, “Come on-- it’ll be super fun! You can’t expect to hide away in jujitsu tech all day can you?”

“Yes! I want to hide away in jujitsu tech all day! You're going to use me as target practice again- I know you are!” Your grip on the doorframe falters, and even though he wasn’t trying particularly hard in the first place, Gojo-Sensei easily drags you through the halls while you vaguely struggle.

“I won't! You have it on my honor as a jujitsu sorcerer.”

When he finally drops you onto the ground, the first and second years are already waiting. Maki, who looks like she's having a really bad day, stiffens when Geto-Sensei joins you and Gojo-Sensei.

Gojo-Sensei clasps his hands together, ring glinting in the sunlight. “So, my dear, beloved, husband to be, what are we doing today?” He has that stupid, animated body language that he always has, but it's worse because he’s acting very visibly in love. Weren’t they only dating last time you heard?

Geto smiles mirthfully at you, “Target practice.”

Then you are unceremoniously flung into the air by a cursed spirit, no room to debate about the teachers' love lives anymore. “Today, we’re doing a joint training exercise, using my cursed spirits. You have thirty minutes to free our friend up there, or we’re going to run ten miles. Feel free to strategize as much as you want, since the course is going to stretch forty feet in either direction.”

“Come on, we already had endurance training yesterday!”

“Boooo!”

“Fushiguro, who is this guy again?” At least your classmates aren’t thrilled about it either.

He then takes a cursory glance up at you, while Gojo-Sensei tries to wrangle the class. “The goal of this exercise is for search and rescue only, for situations where you're not personally strong enough to exercise what you've been assigned.”

He keeps talking, giving advice and tips about missions where it's recon only, while Gojo-Sensei teleports up to you. You swear Geto-Sensei frowns for a second, but the tall white haired man is in front of you and you don’t have time to verify.

“You lied to me.” You deadpan, narrowing your eyes at him as you sit on the back of a large dragon. It’s an evil, freaky dragon that you don't like, because you feel like you're going to fall off.

Gojo-Sensei laughs slightly, ruffling your hair. “I said I wouldn’t use you as target practice.” He then starts pinching your cheeks like some kind of sadistic grandma, and talking to you like a dog. “You’ll be ok won’t you? Yes you will, yes you will!”

“Aghhhh, stopppp….” You're too tired of his bullshit for it to be unexpected, but you were wishing that Gojo-Sensei couldn’t float so you could push him off. You rub your cheek and look at him pointedly. “I think Geto-Sensei’s calling you. You should go help him.”

Gojo-Sensei looks down at his apparent husband-to-be (who isn’t even paying attention to the two of you) and shrugs. “If you insist.”

“Yes, I do. Leave.”

Then you're alone for a few moments, before you start getting thrown around by curses and give up on keeping your dignity. You try to find a rhythm to it, and close your eyes, dozing off as much as you can. It's not like you got much sleep last night, and you were used to falling asleep in pain, since your mind was more of an enemy anyway.

It takes about half of the time for someone to grab you away from the game of hot potato Geto-Sensei was playing with himself.

“Maki-Senpai! You saved me!” You say, holding onto her like a lifeline. She likes playing hero, so she smiles a bit as you praise her for her strength. There was an unusual amount of cursed spirit's coming at her, even before she’d gotten to you, so you're endlessly thankful she was the second strongest student and able to keep up with it.

She glances down at you while she runs, pursued by at least four spirits. “Why are you so beat up? Was that he trying to hurt you or something?” Ah, she noticed it too.

“Yeah… heh, I think I’m already on his bad side.” You smile sheepishly while she ducks, kicking a cursed spirit back with enough strength that she can jump to the ground.

As she pants, and you are (again) dropped onto the ground, before she nods. “Me too, that guy gives me weird vibes.” It sounds like she has more to say, but just then Gojo-Sensei comes up and congratulates her.

“Well done Maki! Now what did she do differently compared to our first yea-”

You tune him out while you pick yourself off the ground. As Maki had pointed out, you were pretty banged up, but the worst of your bruises were under your uniform, where it wasn’t visible. You could probably use your cursed technique to heal them later, but definitely not inside the school.

Afterall, you weren’t particularly keen to have yourself exposed just yet. Maybe soon, when you’re tired of your clan's endless shit and your cousin finally decides to step up.

“-but anyway, since you were able to complete your objective, it's time to go to… tokyo!” Gojo-Sensei says, with a flourish. The first years cheer, along with Toge. The only three people who don’t seem that excited are Yuta and Maki, who seem to be having some kind of private conversation with their eyes, plus Panda who can’t come.

The train ride is long, with Geto-Sensei and the first years bantering, the latter being barraged with endless questions. Gojo-Sensei of course chimes in, practically draped across his fiance (as you had learned within the first five minutes of the trip). He keeps using pet names and gripping the other man to the point it looks almost painful. It's really gross.

The train arrives in a decently timely manner, and because Geto and Gojo-Sensei were both chaperoning, they split into groups. Surprisingly, Yuta isn’t enjoying himself, even as Geto-Sensei tries to include him in the conversation.

It's weird to see him lie, but as much as Yuta can lie, he puts on a bright smile. “Gojo-Sensei, can me and Maki take our junior and split off? We won’t lose her, I swear.” Since Yuta is probably Gojo’s favorite student, the answer is an easy yes.

The three of you sit in an ice cream shop, as you tensely eat your chocolate sunday.

Maki speaks first, “So you said you already knew him, Yuta?”

“Um yeah, when I joined jujitsu high he tried to absorb Rika, but Gojo-Sensei stopped him and they got into an argument about it. Before class he told me that his offer was always open, and he wanted me to live my life to the fullest.” Yuta darkens, slightly, “I think he was lying, though. I heard Princable Yaga say that if he was able to absorb her, he’d be on par with Gojo-Sensei.”

Maki nods, “There's definitely something fishy about him. That freak sent way more curses after me than anyone else--” She turns to you, “Did you notice anything? He was definitely targeting you too.”

You look away from your two Senpais. They looked like they were parents, asking if a bad man hit you. (And Geto-Sensei wasn’t bad. He was a part of the top 0.1% of the Jujitsu world, you had to be a little messed up for that.)

“Oh, I actually met him last night… he’s definitely a character.” You think better of telling them about your call, but do it anyway. “I was calling my family, and it was almost curfew, so when he found me he was like ‘I’ll walk you back’.”

You do a terrible impression of him, your voice too scratchy at the strain of deepening to sound like him. More like a monster under the bed or something. “And I was like, ok whatever- and then he was yapping the whole time. So if he wants to converse I’m like ok, and when he mentioned Ijichi-Sensei I’m obviously gonna say like ‘yeah why don't you ever do your own paperwork’- because those two never do, it’s so annoying. And he was like ‘what did you say’ and I was like nothing.”

The two blink at your ramble, so you look a little apologetic. “Anyway, I know I'm already on his bad side, but what could Maki and I have in common? --I wasn't even that rude.”

Ah, the elephant in the room. What do you and Maki have in common?

It's an easy answer, but Maki’s fists clench under the table anyway. “I think we know what the two of us have in common. I can’t believe that traditionalist bastard is our new teacher!”

I came here to get away from people like that, she doesn't say. It's weird to see her hang her head in anything close to defeat.

Yuta and you get the message all the same. And in honesty, you wilt, a little. “Yeah, I mean, I guess it's not too bad considering I barely train with you guys, but you definitely deserve to be treated as strong as you are, Maki-Sempai…’

Yuta pipes up, “Don’t worry, even if he goes hard on you, Gojo-Sensei is reasonable. If we say something he’ll do something about it, no matter if he’s his fiance or not. His duty as a teacher comes first.”

You nod along, “Yeah! The thing with traditionalists, is that when they don’t have anything to challenge their views, it's easy to look down on people.” You take a big bite of your ice cream, “But once you prove them wrong, they back off pretty quickly. Usually. I think” You think back to the research you’d done on your new teacher, before pointing at Maki with your spoon.

“And he's not from a clan, so it's not like he’s been that way forever, you just need to get strong enough to beat his ass, which will be easy for you.”

Maki probably knows about the same amount as you about traditionalists, but you know she had it worse as a kid. You and your technique had been the secret prized possession of your clan, before you’d got all messed up. But even still, she doesn't hit you for talking like you know more than her, which is nice.

Instead she hits the table, “Well I guess we’re going to have to train twice as hard then, so I can get strong enough to surpass him!” She puts an arm around you and Yuta, clenching her fist. “We’re going to give them hell! You hear me?!”

An employee comes over and asks the three of you to quiet down, but you're happy all the same. It was nice being a part of a team, and even if for a little bit, you let your focus slip from trying to report all their secrets to your faceless clan.

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You get lost after the three of you leave the ice cream shop. Or, you slip away while your two Sempai’s are arguing about directions. “Maki I definitely remember there being a sign--”

“Oh buzz off! Where did--”

They fade into the background as you speed walk away, continuing until you reach some random department store. It's outside of the area Gojo-Sensei had said to stay, but that's good because the dark splotches on your shoulder and stomach had been aching a little too much, and you couldn’t go to Ms. Shoko.

Least they see the talismans that are inked into your skin, hiding your energy from the world. So, with that in mind, you stumble into a changing room after grabbing the first shirt you saw. It’s… really ugly. Why does the cat only have one eye?

You blink and get back to the subject at hand. You're rusty, and you need to keep your cursed energy on the down low. As you carefully place your hand under your shirt, you concentrate on that ugly feeling that always sat in your gut. Sometimes, it was unbearable, pushing and straining, begging you to release it.

Tension slowly unwinds from your body as you feel the energy swirl under your skin. Cells and veins collapse in on themselves into nothing, as old flesh becomes new. You feel better than you have in the three months you've been on your mission.

Actually, it’s so nice, like taking your hair out of a bun after it'd been too tight for hours that you don't want to stop. Just a little more, you think. You’ll quit in a second.

Crack.

The sound pulls you out of your trance. And your head snaps to the source.

Faintly, your reflection in the mirror you had been leaning against blinks back at you, while your eyes stay wide with horror. It makes sense that it would blink on its own, you think over your panic, since it was a cursed object now.

Fuck.

#ooooo things are heating up (this will be important later #jjk reader insert #jjk x reader #y/n #jjk x oc #jjk #jujitsu kaisen #gojo #geto #satosugu #all dogs go to heaven #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #fushiguro megumi #yuta okkotsu #panda jjk

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cardcaptorsakura29 · 30 days ago

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All dogs go to heaven (part 1)

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part two

decided to suck it up and post my jjk brainrot as a way to get back into the groove of things for ao3

you work like a dog for your clan, pushing yourself time and time again for people who don’t give a shit about you. so when disaster strikes and you're shipped off to jujitsu tech (and left achingly, all-encompassingly alone) you somehow end up trying to actually connect with the people around you. and not let your plans slip, of course.

"You're the one who asked me too..." You murmur under your breath, phone pressed against your ear and frown plastered against your face. There isn't a day that goes by when you aren't frowning for some reason or the other, though you try to keep a relaxed persona around your classmates. It was not going well at all, because you were a bad actor-- but you were also under strict orders to at least try to play your part.

If only your part wasn't so painfully close to home.

There were three things you really hated in this world, including; being micromanaged, sorcerers, and your dad, all in that order. The lovely people of your clan just happened to include everything on that list, and managed to put you in a situation worse than the one you came from. See, you hated Jujitsu Tech, just as much as you hated being a widow. Or sorry- a widow in training, working under Ijichi-Sensei.

It made you feel bad for the guy, stealing his documents like that, when he treated you with nothing but kindness. Like a rat, or a cockroach. Both are things you've been called quite frequently, and definitely applied to the situation. Anyway, back to the phone call, 'your part', and how you were going to snap at this point.

Every week you would slip away to report to your clan, (your aunt really, but she beat your ass so often that you weren't particularly inclined to think of her as family) and most days it would just be boring as fuck. Borderline gossiping, delivering updates on two teachers you barely even saw! Seriously, you were not in the Gojo-fan club, and you never intended to be. With how much Ijichi talked about him, and how much of his paperwork you did, it was hard not to mildly dislike the guy. And you hadn’t even met Geto because of his long mission.

And he didn't even do his taxes, which- first off what a bum. Second of all, it meant you had to go and do a full grown adults taxes and then photocopy them and bring them to those sick freaks you called your clan. At this point you think they might be jealous of Geto, with how much frivolous shit you have to collect on him.

Yeah, you were a victim. A victim to a horrible one sided crush that your entire clan seemed to possess. 'We want to be the people to finally put Satoru Gojo on a leash' 'we're doing this for the greater good of the jujitsu world' 'blah blah blah blah' it seemed like all they did was suck his dick and choke on it. It was so annoying.

"Are you talking back to me? I thought we'd solved your little discipline issue." You straighten, even though she can't see you.

You're hiding out in the woods, like you usually do once you and Ijichi are done for the day (later than all your other classmates, which is fine because you didn’t really want to see them anyway) but it seems like curfew was rapidly approaching. The last thing you wanted was for someone to go out looking for you, so you try and wrap it up.

"Of course not ma'am. I'm incredibly grateful for all you've given me, and I treasure every opportunity that wouldn't be possible without you. Although I refuse his offer and will continue to refuse it till I'm dead, I will try to improve my performance in my current responsibilities for the future."

"You won't try, you will improve, and you should be thankful you're not coming home because I think you know what this little tantrum of yours earned you." You can almost see her sadistic smile in your head, as you continue back to the campus.

When she sighs you can also almost see her frown, “He’s not going to make you, but once you consent your life will be so much easier. I expect you to change your mind in the coming months.”

You've got 25 minutes until 10, which is the absolute latest all students have to be back in their dorms, so you mutter your apologies, which blend into swift goodbyes.

Cold and clipped, just how you prefer. (For those people anyway, that's not to say you never desired warm, human connection. You were just never presented with it.)

You lower the phone from your ear, letting out a sigh of relief, though the tension doesn’t sag out of your body. In fact, you feel more anxiety than usual eating away at you, from your mistake.

"Ah-" Someone calls out to you from behind, and you see a tall man with long black hair (Geto-Sensei, your mind provides) trudging up from the same, worn path. It's a friendly greeting, though you know he's not very familiar with you. The warmth in his tone -which he harbors for most sorcerers- makes you slightly nauseous. "-I was worried when Satoru texted me about you not being in your dorm. What are you doing all the way out here?"

"Oh, um." The small hesitation is embarrassing, not because you weren't shy, you were. You just tried to make a point of never being visibly shy or anxious around people you weren't safe with, which is arguably every adult at Jujitsu Tech, and most of the students. "I was calling my aunt, I guess I just lost track of time."

Geto looks like he doesn't quite believe you, but nods anyway. You had paused as he approached, and it seems he's decided to walk you to the dorms, lightly placing a hand on your back as he herds you forward.

"I see." You expect that to be the end of the conversation, but he continues. "I’ll just walk you back then, I wouldn’t want you to get lost when it's so dark out." Then he does that stupid, condescending smile he uses for civilians. Briefly, your blood boils, and you want to snap at him, but you take a shallow breath. That's not in character.

Rightnow, you're a plient, weak, widow (in training) who might not ever even see the field.

You nod in some kind of agreement. Not super enthusiastic, but enough to know he had your attention. Usually, this is easier, but he's caught you at a bad moment, and repressing your bitchy personality was harder when you were tired.

Then, you give a small smile, “Thank’s Geto-Sensei. I definitely won't be out here again, I forgot how creepy it is at night.”

He then starts yapping about boring shit, and you really regret not just running away when he called your name.

“So, you training under Ijichi-- I hope Gojo-Sensei hasn’t been throwing you two around too much.” Geto says smoothly. Your smile gets a little tighter, as if this guy doesn’t know he’s just as much trouble as Gojo-Sensei. The only difference is that he’s better at talking to people.

You side eye him, “Ah-- most sorcerer's torment Ijichi-sensei. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t had a vacation in like six years…” Take the hint, god please take the hint and do your own paperwork this time, you think to yourself. You shrug, “I guess it just can’t be helped, since a lot of people don’t even bother with basic things like mission reports these days.”

Geto-Sensei lets out a laugh, “Condemn the guilty I suppose, we all take Ijichi for granted sometimes.” There's a small twitch in the corner of his mouth.

You let out a scoff, “Sometimes.”

He looks at you, “Exeuse me?”

“...”

“Uh-- There was something in my throat.”

“Oh, it must have been the wind,” His hand tightens on your shoulder, imperceptible. “You should be careful, I heard choking is a terrible way to go, especially choking on our words. That would be bad right?”

You stiffen slightly, “Hahaha, yes. That would be bad. Lmao.”

Then, Geto turns down to look at you again, with something closer to (disgust? confusion?) and wrinkles his nose. “Did you just say Lmao out loud?”

A bead of sweat runs down your temple, and you silently pray for either this mans, or your own immediate death.

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After your disastrous first meeting with Geto-Sensei, where you get the impression that he thinks you're a waste of both time and space, you’re finally free to go to bed. The soft sheets wrap around you, and you can't help but think how monumentally judgemental the two of them are.

Like, it's not like you want to pretend you barely have any cursed energy. But a little decorum might be nice. You could acknowledge that yes, sorcerers risked their lives everyday to keep humanity safe, and yes, maybe Geto-Sensei found it a little insensitive. But it was part of their job! When you become an active sorcerer you literally sign a contract that lists your responsibilities, and the two special grades barely did paperwork in the first place.

It wasn’t even that hard! Back last year when you had been an active clan sorcerer and weren’t wrapped up in this espionage bullshit, it had taken like twenty minutes on a bad day. They were just lazy. You narrow your eyes, glaring at the ceiling.

“I bet they’re… slobbering all over each other instead of doing the report.” You stick your tongue out in disgust. “Gross. Love.”

With that horrible image inside of your head you drift off to sleep.

Fitfully.

Now not one, but two teachers were haunting your nightmares. And you were still really bad at acting.

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wow i was just thinking about this, and i wanted to throw my hat in the rig too.

As much as I do agree lin ling is flawed in his thinking, i also think we can see that most civilians think similarly too this. like in episode five (i think) where the guy says that the new e-soul merch was expensive and his wife says they should focus on buying stuff for their baby, or in episode four where the students basically shame wolf girl for believing that firm man was different from his public image. it makes me think that even if wolf girl saw form man as a person she was in the wrong. if someone believes you have a weakness and it gains enough traction, you have it. so i image that in this hyper capitalist society that functions on believing marketing, it’s more taboo than anything to talk like this. if you shorten your view of someone down to a person on paper that will entertain you, your doing their brand a favor, which has probably shaped the way people are taught to think about hero’s. So while again, i definitely agree with you, i also think it’s important to remember that lin ling is a very average product of his society and he was acting in a way we’ve seen a LOT of other civilians act.

(sorry for the rant op i’ve been thinking about the context of this world FOREVER lol)

We may be done with his arc but I'll never be over it so I'm here to say that Lin Ling is incredibly and unbelievably naive.

Despite literally being the guy who writes the commercial scripts, he still believed in Xiao Yueqing and Nice being what they were portrayed as. Sure, he wasn't distressed to find out the truth, but he was shocked.

When Wreck started destroying everything, he immediately went "I'm a hero I must put an end to this" even though it was PRETTY FUCKING OBVIOUS that wreck was kinda going through it. And also as Lin Ling should have known, not actually a villain. And yet the moment the situation turned into a cliché 'hero Vs arch nemesis', LL went right. Time to unreservedly beat this guy up.

It was very noble of him, but also incredibly flawed. I'm not just saying this because I wanted my doomed yaoi. I'm saying this because Wrecks actions in this scene made me crave the doomed yaoi.

His screams, his emotion, the raw look in his eyes???? That man just wanted his boyfriend back, and was grieving. For LL to not even think "ah maybe I should comfort him a little", for him to jump right to "this is an evil I must destroy at all costs", is a little insane. He's been reading too many comic books. Unlike his commoners outfit, the world isn't black and white. There's room for nuance.

We kinda see this again with the Enlightener. The moment his old boss appears, LL goes into 'hero' mode. He fixates on his identity as a hero, and one who must therefore destroy evil. His thinking is very simple, and once the day is over he doesn't stop to think at all about the circumstances that would lead someone to such drastic action.

Happy people don't start screaming and trying to kill you. Sure, whatever motivation they had doesn't necessarily absolve them of crimes, but they're still citizens, and isn't it a hero's job to help all?

He partly believes that "being his true self" will solve all the problems he was having as a hero. All the problems he inherited from Nice. But those were only the problems Nice's fans gave him, he's bound to experience his own, new and unique ones. Sure he doesn't have to lie anymore, but what if it goes fully the other way? If everyone believes him kind and sincere, and he can never lie again? Keep no secrets?

Nice wasn't the only hero struggling with restraints. The Commoner won't be free of them.

Lin Ling is incredibly good at being the "perfect, selfless hero". He fits in perfectly with the imaginary world view, where things are simple and easily written. He's lived his life looking up to heros, but now he has to actually experience reality. And whenever we finally get his arc again, he's going to struggle.

#tbhx #lin ling #he is #oomf from twitter said he has a slave mentality to the hero trust system and it made me laugh out loud #he's sooo stupid and naive and he's gonna get destroyed huegdhghfhrhjf #to be hero x #tbhx nice #tbhx lin ling #the commoner #<3 #lin ling pls never get into a healthy relationship #lin ling my beloved #lin ling defender for life

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