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A Little More Than Twenty Minutes 

Summary: Woken up by your commotion in the bathroom, Megumi assumed you had just gotten your period and was prepared to act like a grown man by starting laundry and getting breakfast up. What he didn’t expect was to find something that would shake his entire world upside down while making him act like a literal man-child. In his defence, he just needed a little more than twenty minutes to make a life-altering decision..

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Megumi Fushiguro (aged up) Prompt: Back to the basics → 6. Rash decisions  Warnings: Cursing, established relationship, Themes concerning female reproduction (period etc). 

You were not as discreet as you thought you were. Like a baby elephant, you stirred Megumi awake with the commotion you caused in the bathroom: a curse, a smash, something clattered against the floor, followed by another curse and a low ‘duns’ of skin against the tiles. As you dropped something again and prayed you hadn’t disturbed his sleep, Megumi’s annoyance shifted towards adoration. 

No, stealth was never really your forte. But he would be lying if he said he hated it. It made his apartment feel alive, chased away the darkness of solitude and transformed the four walls into a home.

Groaning under his breath, Megumi turned onto his side, eyes sliding shut. It was some godforsaken hour- the sun barely rolled over the horizon, and he deemed it too early to roll out of bed. Too early even for him. Just as he was about to doze off again, he heard the click of the bathroom lock, followed by the hinges’ loud groan. Fuck, he had forgotten to oil them yesterday. Again. He heard you push the door open as wide as it would go, the handle hiding the wall behind in obvious frustration, and he breathed out a little deeper. That one was on him. 

He promised himself he would oil it the first thing after getting up. 

Megumi expected to feel the bed dip and have you back securely in his arms for another hour; two, could you persuade him to skip breakfast with his team and just meet them directly on the training grounds? 

Instead, he heard the ruffling of clothes. Instantly, Megumi frowned. You were off duty today; yesterday’s late-night mission filled your quota for the week. You had no plans to be social, let alone get out of bed before noon. 

Then, a lightbulb moment struck him; was it your time of the month again? 

Hearing you grab your keys before quietly slipping out of the front door, Megumi let out an audible groan. He counted to ten in his head, then sat up. His body ached in protest, and his eyes blinked lazily, trying to chase away the reminisce of sleep. Running a hand through his messy hair, he willed his body to move out of bed. If it was your period, the least he could do was throw the sheets in the washer and start on breakfast—small things to make your shitty day a little easier.

Boxers on bedding off, he headed to the bathroom with a loud yawn. Two steps to the right, he shoved the well-used sheets into the washer. Detergent in; then softener. Goddamn it, he always had to spill some on his hands. Pinkie out, he twisted the knob awkwardly, pressed a button, another button, ‘confirm’, and the sound of water filled the bathroom. Smirking in triumph over the minor victory of not making a complete mess everywhere, Megumi turned towards the sink and began washing his hands. His thought was already on the next thing; a much-needed piss, then tackling the ever-daunting question; what to cook for breakfast?

Undoubtedly,–Bacon and eggs were easy, but they’d likely get cold by the time you got back and settled to eat; full Japanese took too long. Maybe pancakes to satisfy your sweet– “What the?” During the first spin cycle, Megumi’s eyes landed on an unfamiliar, long white object shaken out from underneath the washer. Undoubtedly, it was one of the things you had dropped and forgotten all about. 

“Clumsy”, he sighed, leaned down to grab the back of the white and blue plastic stick, and pulled it out and up towards the sink. Then he froze, his sleepy mind catching up and realising what he was actually holding. A plastic stick, white on one end, blue on the other, and a tiny screen in the middle. Minus for not pregnant, plus for pregnant. Two lines, although faint, were still two lines. 

Positive. Pregnant. 

Megumi’s body froze; his mind raced. Undoubtedly, you left for another pregnancy test, not tampon. Shit. The closest 7/Eleven was ten minutes away. But he doubted you’d go there in case one of your classmates was working the graveyard shift. The last thing you needed was for rumours to spread before you both had come to terms with the news. It wasn’t like Yuji could keep his trap shut, and Nobara would be on you both like a hawk. No, knowing you, you’d head down to the more anonymous one by the train station. So about fifteen minutes until you got back, twenty if there was a queue or you took the test in their bathroom. 

Twenty minutes to decide how to act. Within twenty minutes, he would either shower you with affection or take you to the abortion clinic. Twenty fucking minutes to choose between becoming a dad or becoming the same deadbeat his father was. But he wasn’t the kind, nurturing type, and how was Megumi even supposed to know, learn and become all that a kid needed amidst his busy schedule? In between protecting people, becoming a great sorcerer, classes and all that? Did he even have the time and money for that? But this could be yours- and his- only chance, a little voice spoke up in his mind. There was no knowing which mission would finally take his life- or yours for that matter- would either of you be okay with missing your possibly-only chance at a family?

A feeling of dread pooled in his stomach; what if he warmed up to one option, got his hopes up, and then you’d be dead set on the opposite? What if he had misread you, and you had already gone to the clinic alone? What if you had already aborted the child, taking the matter- and the choice- right out of his hands? What if—

Megum’s fist made contact with the bathroom tiles. The pain shooting through his arm did little to calm his racing mind, but at least he wasn’t spiralling completely anymore. Grasping on the edges of reality and the situation in front of him, his tactical mind came to the bitter realization that he didn’t have enough time. No, twenty minutes was far too little for him to make a life-altering decision. And he hated that the answer wasn’t obvious to him, that it wasn’t like in the movies where it was an obvious ‘yes’ keep or ‘no’ abort. Instead, it was much more complicated and required him to consider and reconsider every single aspect of himself, his priorities and ultimately you: what he wanted out of a relationship with you, a not-so-serious couple that would surely break up in a few years for greener pastures, or a wife- a lifetime partner?

Megumi hated himself as he spun on his heel out of the bathroom, forgetting all about needing a piss, the earlier thoughts of laundry or even the screeching bathroom door. Haphazardly, he threw on his uniform, stuffing the test into his pocket like a guilty thief. Mismatched socks, then shoes. He grabbed his keys, forgetting to lock the door, and rushed down the stairs, two at a time. Desperate to leave before you caught him in his messy glory and read right through him. He couldn’t afford that, not when his thoughts were this dishevelled. 

Megumi knew it was cowardly to run away from his problems. He promised up and down that he would come back and deal with it all like an adult, like a man. He just needed a little more than twenty minutes to come to a decision..

Author note:For someone who always acts cold, calculating, aloof and a little angry but also extremely mature and independent,  and who I expected doesn’t give a rats ass about periods by treating them as something ‘natural’ I wanted to try and write something that showed a more.. childish side of Megumi. A side where he gets so wrapped up in his mind to the point he stops thinking altogether. And what better way to show that than with a pregnancy scare? A cheap trick, I know. But still, I hope it was worth the read.

And for those of you who recognize this, yes, it’s a repost from months ago. But I still like this fic and I am sure most of my new followers haven’t seen it. So with that, I hope you enjoyed. 

~ Raven 

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Okay I know I said a lot of things on top there about what and how but in the end I ended up giving it a try for some restaurant, being high and shit talking. Maybe not so much shit talking but sweetness none the less.

You can find it here: https://www.tumblr.com/raven-cincaide/772326951682736128/the-s-yuji-pulls?source=share

Hope it was worth the wait!

~Raven

howdy ! I read that your requests are open!

I'd like to request something along the lines of (25+) server!Yuuji and f!reader get high for the first time ever after closing their shift together. All-nighter. Sweet nothings. Restaurant shit talking.

(*＾3＾)/～☆ tia

Hiiii dear ☆ tia!! Omg I'm so excited both for the request (first one that actually follows the characters I write!) and the concept is just <3 Admittedly, though, I know zero about getting high (or most other kinds of similar stuff; the only 'poison' I know is roofies, while my preferred choice of poison is alcohol), so why am I bringing this up? Because I'll most likely have to tweak out the getting high part of your request. Simply because I doubt, I'll do it justice since it's such a specific experience that it will be totally obvious that idk what the heck I'm doing. Is that a deal breaker for you? Let me know please T-T Dont wanna write something that you'll totally hate :/ ~Raven

[raven-cincaide]

The S.. Yuji Pulls

Summary: Life's hard; working at a restaurant sucks, especially a closing shift. So, really, you shouldn’t be all that surprised that Yuji decides to spike things up with a joint. Or what happens after a shift stays between you after a shit.

Requested by: Tia. Sorry it took so long, but I honestly hope it was worth the wait <3  WC: 1.8 Warnings: Themed around joint/smoking, unhealthy working conditions, cursing, banter and bad decisions and friends being friends.

Hope you enjoy ~

"You have got to be fucking kidding me"

"What?" Yuji flushed a tired grin before he brought the newly lit joint to his lips and took a deep, long drag, purposefully taking his time to answer you. 

"Don't ‘what' me, Mister! the last customers are barely out of the door, and you've already lit that shit!”  You made an angry motion between his lips and the second unlit self-rolled joint laid out in plain sight on the newly cleaned table. “What the hell will you do if they see and complain to our boss? We'll get fired!"

Yuji let out a low groan, pulled himself up to his feet from the chair he just sat down on after a gruelling 13-hour shift and came over to you. " So? " he asked in the most 'I don't give a fuck’- attitude you've ever seen him have as he reluctantly started with the closing routines. "If boss fire's us, well, then we’ll just go work at the next shit-joint down the street. Except maybe that one will pay on time.” 

The joke hit a little too close to home, and you inevitably grimaced and turned away from him. Wordlessly and angrily you began helping him while taking your anger out on the furniture with each violent flip-and-slam of the chair onto the tables.

Yuji took another drug before he passed the half-smoked doobie to your lips. "Here. It takes the edge off"

"I don't know Yuji, I haven't-"

"Don't worry about it! You know I wouldn't offer you some harmful shit"

"Normally, " You corrected him with a teasing smile, feeling a bit better despite the shitty predicament you were in. "Right now you’re half a joint high. Who knows the kind of shit you’d suggest purely for your own amusement.” 

"Hey!" Yuji, cried out almost dropping the two chairs he flipped with one hand but caught them last second before they could hit the floor. "If you're gonna be snarky, I won’t share- in fact you can get your own- Heeey! Get back here you!” 

You knew running from Yuji was like running from a car - a pointless waste of time. But you still felt like annoying the crap out of him, especially after you successfully managed to snatch the joint he was so proud off right from out of his lips. After all, He started it by bringing that stuff to work and lighting it the second the last customer exited the door- consequences be damned. 

You managed to dart out of the dining room and took two steps towards the kitchen, where Magumi and Nobara dutifully scrubbed the last of the pots and pans before he caught up with you. 

“Nob–” 

“-shhh you little-” 

“Hey!” Megumi’s voice echoed from behind the swinging kitchen doors, barely muffled by the sound of running dishwater. Both you and Yuji froze his one hand on your waist which kept you still, his other over your mouth to prevent you from disturbing your friends. A look of disgust on his face as your bright pink tongue darted between his fingers- a desperate trick to get his hand off your face. But Yuji was too used to your antics and merely kept his disgust to himself while his hand stayed right where it was, making sure to wipe your slubber all over your face in the process. 

"Yeah?" Yuji called out, his voice as calm as a cucumber. 

“If you’re slacking off again, we’ll leave without you two.” Megumi threatened, his glare feelable even without his physical presence. 

You shuddered then cursed internally, knowing that no Megumi meant no ride home. Which was bad given that the last train would leave in 20, and you still had half a dinner of chairs to pick up, scrub the floors and prepare the last of the restocking for the morning coffee rush, not to mention-

"ts fine, we've got it. Go ahead you two,” Yuji called out, followed shortly by a much quieter “owie” as you stepped on his foot as hard as you could. But he didn't let you go instead, he dragged you back to the dining room, kicking and muffled screaming. 

"What the hell is your issue?" You snapped as he finally let you go, and you spun around to face him “Why the hell did you pull me out of there like that? And what about our ride?" You huffed as he looked at you unusually smiley. 

"And they call me ‘dense’ and ‘clueless’" 

You gaped. 

Yuji replied with a coy grin before he brought the re-stolen roach back to his lips. He re-lit it, using his tongue to guide it whenever he wanted a drag while his arms tossed up the chairs as if the entire debacle hadn’t occurred.  “ Well, we have 18 min” 

You didn’t need to be reminded twice; Howling chairs at a much more human speed, scrubbing the floor and then, with 13 minutes left to go, you began prepping the refills for the morning rush. At 5 min, however, you both dropped down onto the worn yet still-in-one-piece leathery couch, equally dejected. 

“won’t manage”, you muttered, kicking the floor with all the defeat of an exhausted waitress missing the last train home. You rested your arms on the table and dropped your head on them, too tired to start thinking of solutions. 

"Maybe if we run like now..”Yuji tried to sound convincing, but you scoffed. 

“Yeah, and have another deduction on our paychecks, No thank you!"

“Then that’s settled” Your pink-haired nuisance flopped down beside and finally lit the abandoned joint he offered you earlier. This time you didn’t reject it. 

"It's your fault, you know" " you muttered after barely half a drag in as your awful influence of a friend pulled it away from your lips too soon. "If you didn’t tell Megumi to go ahead, we’d be halfway home by now.” 

“Totally my fault”, Yuji rolled his eyes then added in his defence “C’mon though, would it have been worth it? We close and open, so why even bother to go home only to be back here in 4.5 hours or so?” 

You didn’t want to admit it but he had a point, after all, since admitting Yuji was right would be like giving a child a paintball gun and praying they don’t cover everything in all colours of the rainbow. In other words, it was a disastrous accident just waiting to happen. Except in this case, the ‘child’ was a twenty-five-something-year-old man with more similarities than differences with an unruly teenager. “ You know, there’s a thing called ‘sleep’ and ‘showers’ that normal people enjoy and use to unwind?” You muttered with a roll of your eyes. 

“ Overrated, and besides, there are showers here too, you know. And we can use the time we saved on travelling to get more sleep.” 

You reached over and playfully punched his shoulder. “Oj, since when did you become so pragmatic? Megumi is a bad influence on you.” 

Yuji barely sat up straight, but he raised his finger back at you. “Most people would call it ‘responsible’ and ‘growing up’-” 

You laughed in his face: “But in your case, it’s called ‘running out of dumb things to say so now when you say something half decent, you sound like a genius” 

“ Keep it up and you’ll be left high and dry”, Yuji growled without anger. Then, a devious look crossed his face as he reached down to his shoes.

Your eyes widened in horror. "Don't you dare”  you gasped "or..or... You'll be doing the rest of closing chores alone."

"But my feet acre"

"Don't. or I'll tell the owner you ought to pee in a cup” 

"Snitch", Yuji gasped, his long arms reached out to pull you to lay down beside him on the cramped couch "and you'd be right beside me peeing in the same damned Cup"

You rolled your eyes but didn’t protest, getting as comfortable as you could in the cramped space. It didn’t come anywhere near your bed, but it sure beat trying to find an available inn at this house. “ Not in the same cup you dimwit" You muttered, stifling a yawn 

A beat of pleasant silence passed safe for an occasional drag of the remaining joint, flickering the ash onto the floor and lighting another one. The atmosphere was pleasant, a kind of warm feeling that came with being with someone who knew you from half a word, half a moment and half a gesture. The rest of the chores were all but forgotten- a mutual agreement to deal with them bright and early for a hopefully slightly less tired you.  

Everything was going great, almost too great, until "Oh my god, I think something died here.” You gasped out and hurried to sit up, ready to abandon the couch you intended to borrow for the night, at least until your eyes landed under the table on the pair of bare feet awkwardly hanging inches from the floor. “You didn’t” You pressed a hand over your nose. 

"What?" Yuji; asked Innocently, already half asleep. 

"No - No - No You're not gonna get out of it this time. You reeked up the entire dining room- so you’re gonna get up and finish the chores while I  am going to find a place where I can crash that- hey, let go!” 

"No..."

“ Eww Yuji, no, yucks, get your death-feet away from me.”  You heard him laugh and snuggle closer, effectively caging you in with both his arms and then his long legs, purposefully burying his legs against your pants. Clear payback for earlier. Jerk. 

Objectively you knew this was a good time to finish closing up. Stop messing about and ticking your employee clock, and instead, work your butts off for the rest of this damned shift. But as Yuji pulled you in a little closer on the far too small, uncomfortable couch in the silent restaurant that overcharged for water while giving the waitstaff pennies, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, Yuji was right. 

Maybe it didn’t matter whether you got fired or not - this dump needed you more than you needed them- cuz surely even a fast food joint paid better, and in the end, it was a question of needing to stop clinging to the familiar. And even if you did get fired, then you’d just find another desperate hellhole to slave at. 

And if shit completely hit the fan? 

Well, then you’d just file it under the list of all the shit Yuji has pulled over the years and dragged you into it, and the two of you would figure it out together.

… as long as the stench from his feet didn’t kill you by morning, that is.

Author note: I have to admit I struggled a lot with this one. It's kinda hard to portray this intimate friendship and a mix of lightheartedness and despair that comes from a shitty life yet having someone in it.

So I'm really thankful for ☆ tia for the request. It was a challenge I didn't know I needed. Thank you once again so so much. And you, my dear reader, I hope you enjoyed this mix of fluff and just randomness. And if you did, feel free to check out more of my works from the links below!

[raven-cincaide]

Happy new year to everyone who's read my stories, follows me and engages with me. 2024 has been a rough year for me with a lot of losses, disappointments and shitty people in my life all around.

But I plan to make 2025 better, more fun, with more stories and hopefully make some friends along the way. Who's with me?

[raven-cincaide]

I don't know if it's real, I don't know if it's true but damn I hope so!!!

Thought I'd share for all my other jjk fans since it looks promising. And who doesn't miss Thursday manga releases?

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Post Canon! Yuuji wants to be a university student. He says that after all the war and loss he needs to catch up on rest and just be human- like the rest of them. He blames Nobara’s insatiable nagging about ‘finally being around people with taste’ and excuses it by saying that Megumi needs to find someone to love- whether the brooding guy wants it or not. However, in truth he misses the carefree school life. And he knows they all need a break from curses. So, after a lot of nagging from his side, the trio sent in their uni applications minutes before the deadline. 

Post Canon! Yuuji is dead set on living his best life in the coming three years. To study “something” while attending every book and nerd club with Megumi, every frat party and adventure with Nobara, and hell, maybe show off some of his god-given sports skills he shunned in high school. After all, girls still dug that sort of thing even at uni- the entire ‘jocks’ and ‘athletes’ persona, right?! 

Post Canon! Yuuji is determined to experience everything being a ‘normal guy’ could get him. He intends to make new friends, be social, live life and get laid as much as possible. Be single and date until he is sick of romance. But most importantly, he wants these three years to be about him, his wants, his needs, and to be a bit goddamn selfish for once. 

At least, that is the plan he declares to his friends as they step onto campus, Nobara and Megumi rolling their eyes at him before heading to get their schedules. While Post Canon! Yuuji headed straight to the housing office because he’d rather be Sukuna’s vessel again than drive two hours daily from campus to the Jujutsu dorms. 

Post Canon! Yuuji sees you, the administrative assistant so far from his usual type, and instantly knows his plans go straight out the window. He shuffles closer to you and the large desk you’re seated at, mouth dry and hands shaking like a teenager as he places his papers and ID on the table before you. He greets you with a shaky smile he hopes doesn’t look like a grimace. “H-Hi! I’m here for house- housing!” God, he sounds like such a noob. 

Post Canon! Yuuji can’t help the genuine grin that splits his face as you flash him a look that so clearly reads ‘obviousely’ before typing away at the computer. The way you act instantly reminds him of Megumi and Nobara, and he feels more at ease around you. 

Then, addressing him like an idiot feels familiar and almost like coming home: “Here is your copy of the contract and the key. You’re in the main dorms, in a single room on the second floor. recycling at the entrance, and the kitchen at the end of the same hall.” You explain, pointing out the location of his room on a map and then the location of the kitchen as if he was so helpless he wouldn’t be able to find it without your guidance.

 “Anything else?” You ask yet it sounds more like a common phrase you utter, expecting a ‘no’ and turning back to your computer to prepare for the next poor sod with a task a glorified monkey could do

But Post Canon! Yuuji isn’t ready to let you go. He wants more of your attention, so he says the first thing on his mind; ”Aww, man, a dorm room? Are you sure? I-I mean, I’m certain I booked a flat!-” Yuji rushes to put on his biggest puppy dog eyes- the kind Nobara says makes him look like a wet dog- “Can you check again? Please? Me and my friends are not from around here, and If I’ve fucked up on housing- man they’ll kill me–” Yuuji rushes out a full-on water-works story, he’s even impressed with himself, maybe he should take up theatre.

Or not, but hey at least it keeps your attention on him.

Post Canon! Yuuji drinks in you and studies every feature of you. From the dark daggers you glare at him, then to the way your eyes grow mild with pity, to how you bite your lips in thought until he’s sure he’ll recognise you anywhere, just by your looks or voice alone.

“I’m sorry, you booked a dorm room, and no flats are available at the moment” you put on that fake work-voice that instantly makes Yuuji’s face fall. He likes your real voice- mean tone and all- a lot better. 

Post Canon! Yuuji looks like a kicked puppy as he slowly gathers his stuff from your desk. He barely registers the look of surprise on your face, as if you expected him to talk back to you or pester you instead of politely accepting your words the way he does. But he notes how your expression shifts into hesitation and finally determination. 

Post Canon! Yuuji is about to leave when you clear your throat to get his attention. Then, you lean over the desk separating, you two. “You know..” your voice is quiet, clearly not wanting the gathering students in the lobby to hear you, “Not all the apartment keys are gathered yet so there could still come in a cancellation in the next few days... you’re welcome by to check-” 

Post Canon! Yuuji grins widely- the widest he has grinned in many years. “I’ll be here tomorrow!” he declares before being forced to leave your small office as your boss draws your attention away. But Yuuji swears to himself he will be there tomorrow, the day after, and the next day after. As long as it means he can talk to you, if only for a little bit. 

But first,Post Canon! Yuuji needs to figure out what to do if he actually gets a flat through you. Could he bribe Nobara and Megumi to share the costs with him? Maybe post a ‘room for rent’ ad?

Ohh, well, Post Canon! Yuuji decides, with a skip in his step, he’ll cross that bridge when he gets there. After all, he reasons, you have to do some insane things for love, right?! 

Author note: Thank you so so much, @ravester, for asking for a Yuuji-centric post canon hcs I hope this meets your expectations <3

And for the rest of the wonderful readers, what do you think? We have a Megumi one and a Yuuji one, do we need a Nobara one as well?

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Boyfriend! Megumi’s worst enemy wasn’t cute boys trying to whisk you away or party girls who urged a naive little you into (fun) trouble - even if there was plenty of that for him to worry about as well. No, his worst enemy was gifting you a gift.

Boyfriend! Megumi has pried himself on being a smart gift giver. Bragged how easy giving gifts came to him: he always gave his friends what they needed to make their lives easier, better, and more practical. A gimmicky pair of slippers to Yuji after Goto stole his favourite ones; a handheld portable sewing machine for Nobera after she (again!) threw a fit over the tiniest of holes in her newly bought trademark sweater, a posh grinding stone for Maki and a half-joking visit to a fancy Sushi restaurant for Inumaki-senpai after which he expanded his vocabulary with half a dozen new sushi-related words! Yet when it came to you, he was stooped.

Boyfriend! Megumi hated that he was so uncertain about what to get You. Something practical felt too cheap, like he reduced your place in his life to ‘just friends’; jewellery felt thoughtless and impersonal. All those pretty skincare and make-up sets bore the same thoughtless touch while also posing the risk of you taking his gift as a critique. On the other hand, clothes felt too personal and posed the risk of making the entire interaction awkward if he guessed your size, style, and design wrong. Damnit. 

Boyfriend! Megumi pushed aside several neatly wrapped boxes, making them tumble off his bed to be forgotten on his for-once-messy floor. His attention turned to the remaining similar boxes of different shapes and sizes, all individually wrapped in various papers, with only bows and rosettes to tell them apart. What about a spa weekend? Everyone liked those things, right? Or a date night? Or maybe... 

Boyfriend! Megumi barely noticed his dorm room door creek open and your soft padding of plush socks against his wooden floors. He barely hid a smile as you snuck up in front of him and waved your hand in his face. As if he wouldn’t notice you. Then, in the middle of your wave, you noticed all the gifts that littered his bed, 

"Ohh! Are we wrapping gifts? Is that why you called me? But it looks like you’re already done-" 

"-Pick a number", Megumi cut you off, not looking at you. 

Boyfriend! Megumi tried not to jump out of his skin from the nerves or too obviously chew the inside of his cheek as you stared at him with those huge owl-like eyes, as you processed his words. 

“ehhhh? Okay.. 3, I guess?” you sounded uncertain, almost afraid, as if trying to guess what kind of psychological game or scare tactic he was playing. Or what were you supposed to do with the neatly wrapped flat box he placed in your hands? Your tense shoulders and half-bent knees conveyed that you expected the box to turn into a jump scare at any second. 

Boyfriend! Megumi made a mental note to kick Yuji’s ass for showing you Human EarthWorm three. He better not think about showing you the fifth one, lest you become too scared of your own damned shadow. 

Boyfriend! Megumi makes a motion for you to open the gift.

“Is it.. for me?” you asked, and he has to bite back a sarcastic reply. Instead, he merely nodded. He waited with batted breath as you slowly unravelled a signed copy of the newly released book in your favourite series, silently praying that you haven’t bought it yet. When you squealed in delight and jumped on his neck, Megumi knew you hadn't and breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close. He felt like he had aged five years trying to pick a gift for you. 

Boyfriend! Megumi felt proud of himself as you thanked him for the millionth time. “You’re welcome,” he said, kissing your forehead. “You can have another one later,” he added before he could stop himself. 

You pause mid-cheer as the penny drops: “ Wait? If this is gift 3, then are there more gifts? How many more?” 

“Later” Boyfriend! Megumi responded with a hint of a playful smile on his lips. The kind that said that you might just have to work a little bit for those other gifts… 

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For all the people who think they can tell others what to do, what to write or actively just try to shut people's writing down.. yeah, this is a reminder to keep writing!

PSA for fanfic writers

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Hi guys! I just wanted to let you know that I haven't forgotten about Sweetober at all and plan to continue working with these prompts even after October is over! That being said, unfortunately, I'm under the weather (flu, of course I got sick when I least wanted to!) and run out of pre-written fics... So I'm going to take a few days to recover and then continue posting (probably at the end of the week)

Lots of love!! Raven

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Get To Know Your Wife

Summary: You can’t fight your arranged marriage with Megumi Fushiguro. But you’ll do everything you can to ensure it doesn’t become one of those loveless, boring marriages on paper. Even if that means you have to be the biggest pain in his ass, you could be.  

Pairing: Fem! Reader x (future husband,arranged marriage) Megumi Fushiguro Sweetober prompt 8: Farmers Market  WC 1.3K Warnings: Suggestive (dirty jokes and light humiliation/being a pain in the ass/dick jokes) cursing, fluff

“This is a pointless waste of time.” 

“ Hey, you take that back!” you spun around on your heel to face the brooding, pouting, cross-armed Megumi Fushiguro, who merely raised an eyebrow at your outburst and disrespectful tone. As you came closer, one hand on your hip and the second pointed an extended index finger in his face the tip of your nail was just inches away from his nose, and he merely scoffed.

You stepped closer, your nail just barely graced his nose.

Megumi swatted your hand away from his face as though it were a fly. “I said this is pointless,” he repeated slowly, as though you lacked some marbles or were a very dense child unable to keep up with the obvious adult talk. “ We will be married regardless of our thoughts or feeling; all this is just a waste.”

He made an open palm motion towards the farmers market all around you, the lovely-dovey couples sharing autumn treats, the families playing market games, high scholars messing about at the pumpkin carving contests and just passers-by enjoying the farm fresh veggies, hand-crafted items and stories from travelling merchants. 

It was a place where tradition met modernity, the new met the old, and there were indeed activities to fit both your tastes. Typical topics to talk about, childhood memories to share, heck even just as simple as learning about each other's favourite and hated fall treats could be something to talk about. 

Anything that wasn’t marriage or clan-related. 

Or at least, that had been your plan for the day. A feeble attempt at connection. You even went through all the formal hoops to request a sliver of his time, all according to customs and expectations and ridiculous rules between your clans. However now that you finally made it to the farmers market, he had the audacity to call all your effort ‘pointless’. 

If you weren’t so flabbergasted, you would have slapped that self righteous expression right of his condescending face. The piercing glare that was soon accompanied by a self-satisfied smirk. The way he drew his own conclusions from your actions  “I’ll take your silence as agreement, now then we’ll head back-” 

“ -I’m not going to be stuck in a loveless marriage.” you cut him off. Your arms moved to cross over your chest, your foot tapped away at the ground in a nervous tipp-tipp-tapp sound- a dead giveaway to your anxiety. 

Megumi raised an eyebrow at your statement. “You think a trip to a farmers market will somehow turn this into a love story? You’re more naive than I thought.” 

You hated how he looked down at you. How he thought he knew everything because he was the zenin with the greatest technique that could make him the strongest in the world. How the power so obviously had gone to that spikey head of his and turned it so empty he became a sea urchin “No, I am giving you the opportunity to learn to treat me right before the marriage ceremony takes place” 

“ Or what?” 

“Or I will be the biggest nuisance to you, turning this marriage into a living hell” You threatened. When he didn’t relent, you smiled almost too sweetly, taking a deep breath. “ Megumi Fushiguro has a small dick!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. Instantly he was on you, his hand covering your mouth and the obscenities it spewed. 

“ What the hell?” Megumi growled,his face an awkward shade of red as he heard several passers by repeat your sentence. You weren’t done yet. Using the old, stick out your tongue and lick, trick, you felt him yank his hand away from your lips in disgust. 

Then you graced the passers by with another well timed, embarrassing comment: “ Megumi Fushiguro has a small dick and doesn’t know how to use–!” 

His hand was back over your mouth, blush unmistakable as he peered at you through narrowed eyes. “ Will you shut up!” Megumi growled as he began to pull you away from the centre of the marketplace. “You’re humiliating yourself!”

“Mphhmmm mmm phm” his hand muffled your words and insults that you tried to scream right out,  insults which turned into laughter as you dug your heels into the ground, making him stumble and struggle to drag you away. A sight that definitely attracted attention much to your delight and his humiliation 

“Fucking hell, shut up and move will you?” Megumi snapped, yanking you particularly hard the same second as you raised your leg,which made you lose your balance and hit his back, sending him flying forward. Megumi caught himself last second, and by extension you caught yourself by crashing into his back. “Ouph you little- Don’t you dare!”

You didn’t realize why he got snappy, until your eyes landed on some of his clansmen and a few familiar faces. You took another deep breath readying to scream your most humiliating insult yet. Should you do another dick jab? Maybe the next one should question his choices? Or his inability to find a lover unless his clan bribed someone and-

“Okay fine!” Megumi snapped over his shoulder before you could finish formulating your thought. “Fine.” He sounded defeated as he turned to face you, arms crossed over his chest like a petulant child. “Where do you wanna go first?” 

You were tempted to send him to hell, to humiliate him in front of his precious friends and clansmen. But then you reasoned your ammunition against him would bleed dry even before the day was over. So you bit your tongue and plastered a huge smile on your face as your eyes landed onto one of the jewelry stalls a distance away, “We start over there” You nodded in the stalls direction and began walking there. “Oh and by the way you’re paying today. Your punishment for being ungrateful.” 

Megumi shot you another dark look as he fell into step beside you. “Whatever” he muttered with a huff. His hands were in his pockets but even without seeing them you could tell they shook in anger. An unmistakable frustration at being outsmarted by a girl. 

“Oh, and try to smile, will you?” you knew you were toying with him, but you had to know the limit to your power.

“Tsk” 

Okay, no smiles you concluded just as your eyes ran over the market patrons and landed on a familiar tall white-haired man you were certain carried the title of your soon to be’s adoptive father.“ Megumi has–” 

“ Will you shut up already with the dick jokes?!” Megumi snapped his voice loud enough to make the white-haired man turn around, and his lips split open into a huge grin. You swore the sight of it, and the subsequent ‘My son’ made Megumi hate you just a tiny bit more. “See what you did?” he mouthed pulling you in another direction as the man made a beeline for you, leaving you to wonder whether you should take mercy on your soon-to-be and sneak away before Satoru Gojo met you, or if you should dig your feet in again just for the sheer amusement of it all. 

After all, if Megumi had taken the time to get to know his soon-to-be wife, he wouldn’t have been in this predicament. So he had only himself to blame for this situation, right?

Author note: I'm dying beneath uni studies, work and my upcoming trip, but I still wanted to update something more this week. Hope this was worth the wait!

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OMG I can't believe this, 5000 likes?! How?? It feels like just yesterday I was scrapping by with 10, or 20 likes per fic, like whaat?!

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Pirates, Kimono and a Compromise  

Summary: No one said picking a group Halloween costume for a Halloween party would be easy, even on a large-ish budget. However, no one warned you how much of a pride-wounder it would be when Megumi took over the task from right under your nose. 

Pairing: fem!Reader x Megumi  Sweetober prompt 7: Compromise  WC: 2.3 K Warnings: Cursing, Suggestive and hint at of frat party and inappropriate/vulgar behaviour, Fluff,  

“This is stupid.” 

“I have to agree with Fushiguro on this one; this costume is tacky and has no taste.” 

“ I have no idea why you guys are complaining this is-” Whack “-You’re right. It's tight, itchy, I can’t feel my balls and my- hey!”

You shook your hand after having slapped the back of Yuji’s head before he could say another lewd, obnoxious thing, which would be the final straw in the overworked-underpaid Halloween store assistant repertoire and ultimately result in the four of you being kicked out of another Halloween store. Although, if you had to be perfectly honest, it was unclear who suffered more pain from the slap, your hand or the pink-haired idiot who was already gawking at massive pair of fake boobs. Thankfully, before he could ogle those, Nobara caught sight of him and grabbed the back of his shirt before forcing him to stand like a little kid between herself and more-than-usually-annoyed Megumi. 

You sent an apologetic look to the store assistant and took a deep breath to gather the last of your maturity before you turned to face the trio. Hands-on your hips, frown on your lips, and an eye roll accompanying every complaint from the three idiots in front of you, all dressed in polyester knockoff versions of Captain Jack Sparrow. 

The eyepatch suited Nobara perfectly; the fake sword was the type Yuji would amuse himself with at the Halloween party. If not to look cool, then at least to join Todo and the other jokes in a ‘sword’ fighting contest which would somehow always end up in dick measuring contest. Megumi was the only one out of place, but you figured he’d be dissatisfied with the option no matter what you picked. 

Also, the fact that he put it on felt like a win in your book. 

“I don’t know what you three are complaining about” You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. “I won last week's event, suggested a group costume, and got Gojo’s credit card and green light to buy whatever. So, from the sounds of it, what I say goes?”

The trio groaned, not necessarily in protest but more in frustration that you didn’t let them cut into your little speech. 

“And besides, I’m the most competent of you three; Yuji would pick some dirt or gore, Nobara, your get-up would be complicated and economically ruin even Gojo and Megumi, dear…” You ran your eyes up and down him before delivering a below-the-belt blow to your beloved boyfriend: “.. if it were up to you, we’d be barricaded down in the soundproof cellar reading history books and doing tasks that ‘might be homework’; You’re the last one who’d know how to get ready for a party.” 

Yuji and Nobara protested; Megumi, however, snorted, eyes narrowed, pride not just wounded- but annihilated by your words. This wasn’t just embarrassment at his lack of social adequacy or his distaste for parties, Halloween and overall slacking culture. Your comment went beyond that, raising an unmistakable challenge in his eyes. 

“Wanna bet?”

You didn’t expect that reaction from him. Flustered? Yes. Blushing, huffing or walking away in frustration? Absolutely. But not such unmistakable cockiness as if you didn’t know one thing about him. Maybe you misjudged him. But you’d be damned if you were going to surrender like that. “You think you can do better than pirate suits for matching group costumes without exceeding our budget?” 

“ Half a budget. And it won’t just match; it will be a set.” Megumi stated, stretching his hand out for Gojo’s card. You curled your fingers over it protectively before you sighed and surrendered it. 

“If you fail though-” “- I won’t”, Megumi cut you off. “And if I do, I’ll never utter another word about your poor choice of costumes.” 

You gaped, mouth opened and closed as Megumi turned on his heel and grabbed Yuji by the back of his costume, dragging the pink-haired man after himself back into the changing room stalls. You and Nobara exchanged a look, half tense and half worried, but went to change out of your costumes as well. 

Half an hour later, you left the Halloween store. Megumi was in the lead, Yuji was yapping about all sorts of things they could have as the group costume, and Nobara was throwing in her own two cents. You stayed quiet, half hurt that your friends and boyfriend rejected the pirate idea so vehemently and half determined that Megumi wouldn’t be as good at finding something suitable for a party in the short period you three had. A bitter part of you felt almost sure you would hate his idea. 

That sentiment only increased as Megumi led the way further and further from the central shopping district and towards the train station. The confusion increased further as you took a train to the city's outskirts. 

You got out near the last station and walked towards a calm, if not on the poorer side, neighbourhood and the seamstress shop smack-dab between the residential area and what looked like an old industrial landscape. 

“It’s a shop that works with fabric waste”, Megumi stated as he pushed open the door to the seamstress shop and motioned for you all to go in into the store filled with cloth, clothes and even examples of how an old, worn-out kimono was transformed into a brand new jacket and pant set. “Old kimonos are turned modern, suits relined and fixed up instead of thrown, that kind of thing. The boss had time today to see us.” 

As if on cue, two plump women entered the central area, ready to greet you with dresses and suits all over their arms. It didn’t take long for Nobara to be swept up in pearls and gems and for Yuji to gawk at the idea of a tailored suit for himself.  Not even moments later he was arms deep in a restored Hugo Boss jacket while Nobara desperately tried to pick between a golden Chanel dress and a Dior blouse. 

On the other hand, you felt less impressed, not necessarily by the concept but rather by the fact that Megumi had checked this place out in advance and contacted the seamstresses about their availability. He was waiting for the right opportunity to spring this on you. Obviously, he did not trust your choices even before you had a chance to try to pick a costume for you four.  Rather than ruin their mood, you moved to the opposite side of the store and began aimlessly looking through the rolls of material that lined the shelves. Your hands fidgeted with the edges of your sleeves, your lips pulled down into a pout. 

“ You’re displeased.” Megumi’s voice came from slightly behind you. A moment later, he stood beside you. You could feel his eyes on you, but you didn’t look at him. “If we’re getting a free pass at Gojo’s card, we should get something we can use outside a one-time Halloween party.” 

You shoved your hands in your pockets, stubbornly refusing to look at him. A moment of tense silence passed, and you saw out of the corner of your eye how he shifted from one foot to the other, the way his hand twitched then clenched at his side, somewhere between wanting to reach out and touch you and leave you to sulking. 

“But then it’s not dress-up”, You muttered finally. You sighed, bit back the disappointment and the unmistakable whiny tone for something at least a little more mature “Then the whole point of Halloween is to get a chance to be what you’re not. This is a cool concept, but suits and dresses can be worn any day of the week. To be a pirate, nun, or devil is ridiculous; that’s the whole point. This is the only time in a year we can poke fun at old childhood dreams and silly fears with no repercussions. Fun without meaning or purpose.” 

You saw the unmistakable drop of Megumi’s head, his bangs coming forward to cover his eyes. The tension in his shoulders, the way his body grew rigid at the all too familiar critique, the things that were a point of friction between you, the things you heard Gojo scold Megumi for time and time again: Fun for the sake of fun. Not to consider practicality. Not to plan ten steps. Live in the moment instead of focusing on frugality and meaning. 

Be greedy. Be selfish. Be immature, 

Megumi shoved his hands back into his pockets. His jaw clenched, his lips set in a firm line so hard they lost their colour. You knew it meant he heard you, and acknowledged your point but didn’t want to back down from his decision. He didn't need your opinion because he had taken Gojo’s card off of you. He could just go and buy whatever he thought was best. 

But Megumi didn’t want to fight with you.

He didn’t want to do it in public, and he especially didn’t like the stubborn tension to settle between you two that would last until after Halloween. Maybe even longer, depending on how long you held the grudge: the unmistakable coldness, the less engaged conversations, and the overall hurt feelings from both sides. Megumi didn’t want to rock the boat in an already rocky relationship. 

You didn’t want to fight with him either. 

But you also didn’t want to feel like an idiot who turned up to a Halloween party where everyone took their time to dress up and look pretty and sexy and scary, and you got there wearing a freakin suit or a prom-looking dress. You wanted to feel childish, fun, maybe sexy, maybe stupid. But responsibility was the last thing you wanted to be on this night. 

“I’ll just get my costume,” You said finally, just like him refusing to back down from your standpoint but growing tired of the unmistakable standstill between you two. “You three go together, and I’ll go by myself; if it’s too awkward for you, I’ll just go to another Halloween Party. There are plenty of them this time of year.” 

There was an unmistakable shift in Megumi’s demeanour. “No, that’s-” 

“- Why don’t we compromise!” You spun around to see Yuji leaning towards you two right over the pile of cloth on the table, clearly having listened in on the conversation between you and Megumi. “Get a fancy suit and dress here and the Pirate costume- Gojo won’t notice!” 

“You dimwit, there’s a budget. Both will fly right over!” Nobara huffed, coming closer. “I say we just go elsewhere, a middle ground where we can get a decent suit and a Halloween costume.” 

You heard Megumi sigh. “Both ideas suck”, He answered, cutting himself off long enough for Yuji to ask ‘who’s the dimwit now’ Nobara and her violent retaliation, “We should compromise-” 

-” Then how is it different from our suggestion?!” Nobara and Yuji yelled, but Megumi turned to you, ignoring the pair completely.-“-How would you feel if we modified your idea a little? A Pirate is a little outdated, but what about a yakuza? ” 

You tilted your head to the side, finally looking at him as he motioned towards one of the repurposed Kimono. You must admit that the black material, the inner silk, and the golden thread embroidery were pretty and much more excellent than the pirate suit you all tried on earlier. 

“ We can pick the suits with embellishments, forgo a shirt and stick on some temporary tattoos. Maybe add some jewellery as well?” Megumi offered, running a hand through his hair in a desperate attempt to appear calmer than he felt. 

You realised he was stretching an olive branch by combining his idea and need for practicality with your desire to dress up and have fun. Letting out a sigh, you nodded slowly, finally approaching the repurposed Kimono into a suit jacket and holding it up towards Megumi. “On three conditions,” You said. 

“One, I get to pick your suit” You saw him quirk an eyebrow. Still, he bit his tongue from speaking “, and two, Me and Nobara go as ‘customers’ or wives or whatever” Now it was his lips that quirked up into a hint of a smile as Nobara screamed out a content ‘YES’ at the prospect of getting into one of those fancier looking night-out dresses and ran towards those. Yuji gave you two a thumbs up before he was dragged away to be Nobara’s little ‘pack horse’, aka human hanger, as she picked out the styles she wanted to try. 

You found the sight a little amusing, the two idiots and two seamstresses trying to satisfy Nobara’s never satiable demands while also finding something fitting the theme for the oddly-shaped man that was Yuji. 

“And the third?” Megumi asked as you began to browse the different suits available, his hand on your arm halting your movements. 

“ A kiss” 

He blinked at you, his face turning a shade of pink at the thought of a public display of affection, even if no one was looking at you two. “Will I be forgiven then? Oh, fuck it.” Megumi leaned closer; his lips pressed to yours in a not-so-shy kiss that was a far cry from the shy peck you expected. 

Maybe Yuji and Nobara were right when they suggested a compromise. You could get used to your disagreements if this was how quickly and sweetly they ended. 

Author note: Sometime ago we mentioned in class different companies that repurposed all clothes into something new. I thought of them while writing this fic so.. well.. I guess it just became a responsible-fashion with the trio fic <3 hope you enjoyed it!

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No clue what this is but seems fun!

Please reblog if YES so your followers will know!

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Will we ever get more Corn Maze Child?!??!?!?

Of course we will! At least a few people liked it, and I'm a huuuge people-pleaser, so it's definitely in the making. Tbh, I'm gonna be travelling at the end of October for a few days and will spend a TON of time on the bus, in the airport and just waiting about so hopefully, I'll get a bunch of writing done then! And before that I'm trying to get a clue as to what you guys would like to see both here and on my @miss-cincaide channel (for 18+ NSFW stuff) (Yes shameless promo) ~ Raven

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i hope this doesn't sound rude but im pretty sure gege confirmed that uraume was a male in the heian era and got reincarnated in a womans body

Hey there

I hope I don't sound rude back but it's fanfiction, no need to take it so seriously (especially since the very premise of Sukuna taking in a child is pretty outrageous to begin with and besides to my knowledge the only Utaume we have seen was as a woman, even in the last scene) so I thought:

A) a woman was better suited in the context .

B) it's written from the perspective of a child who can be mistaken (if its any consultation for you).

If it bothers you, you're always welcome to just scroll by. I'm sure there are plenty if fics that are more cannon and follow whatever Gege said accurately :)

~Raven

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Corn Maze Child 

Summary: You run away from home and hide in the corn maze field, hoping against all hope and praying to all that would listen that you won’t be found. Your prayer is answered by the most peculiar pair possible. Or when you get ‘adopted’ by Sukuna. 

Pairing (non-romantic!) child-reader x father-figure Sukuna during Heiain era.  Sweetober prompt 6: Corn Maze   WC: 1.6 K Warnings: Cursing, hint at human consumption/cannibalism (it’s Sukuna and Uraume talk), unhappy home life and child running away from home (kind of child kidnapping if you squint?) 

They say curses are the root of all evil. 

Born out of regret, fear, shame, and misery directly contribute to the end of a human's life. Death, capish, and no light at the end of the black tunnel situation. But you, even at your tender age of 6, knew there were things worse than monsters under the bed and round blobs of semi-invisible spirits that lingered on your village-mothers doorstep. 

It was humans. 

“Y/N!!” screamed an unfamiliar voice, echoed by another, a third and a fourth, and many more than you could count. They all sounded from different directions. Sometimes, they screamed one after the other, but as night drew nearer, their screams became overlapping screeches. The disturbing echo of your name that their screams produced danced along the dark field, followed the long cornrows and reached your tiny ears like a desperate plea—another cry familiar to you. For a second, you considered stepping out of your hiding place. But then you heard your mother's desperate cry and instantly shrugged back. A shudder passed through your tiny frozen body, and you huddled closer in on yourself. A scream sounded closer, and you covered further among the towering corn stalks.

 The faint barking of dogs in the distance made your eyes tear up. 

You knew they would first search along the cornfield rows, near the parts pointing towards your house. That’s where your parents would normally find you whenever you ran away. They’d most likely find the bag of toys you stuffed there, maybe even the clothes you left behind from your last run-away attempt. The food you stole and stashed and the few precious teddies you wanted with you on your ‘trip away.’ 

You prayed they’d find the stuff you had hidden and assumed you were stolen.

You prayed to anyone who’d listen that they’d abandon their search so that you could, finally, succeed in running away.  

You had failed every time you tried. So, this time, you set off in a completely different direction. You left early in the morning, just after breakfast, and ran toward the middle of the field for as long as your little legs could carry you. Some time then, when the heat became unbearable, and you could no longer hear any sounds from the farm, you started running left- or was it right? You couldn’t remember anymore. You just knew you strayed away from the path a long, long time ago, and around dinner time, you found a spot where the corn was particularly clustered and hid there. Knees pressed to your chest, back against a cluster of corn, your teddy in one hand and your backpack in another. You had eaten the toast and drank half of the water your mother gave you before sending you off to play outside. 

You were tired, hungry, and cold, but you were terrified that if you breathed the wrong way, someone would notice the corn shifting against the wind and find you. You had to be patient, you had to be brave, you had to– 

“ Uraume, you said this was the shortcut.” A rough male voice displeased and unfamiliar, echoed through the darkness, close enough to overshadow the screams for your name. The voice sent shivers up and down your spine, the same type of shivers you felt whenever one of the spirits in the village-nanny’s home got close to you. When they’d look at you with hollow eyes, seemingly perplexed as to why you were alone, crying in the corner of the room.

The voice made your stomach twist. You felt pins and needles in your hands and feet, and the second your feeling became unbearable, you moved into a run. 

“What the fuck?!” the same male voice, with a hint of surprise in it, cursed at you as you ran straight into the owner's leg and clung to it. Your tiny hands gripped the white kimono, clutching the soft material with all your might. 

You didn’t let go even as your leg tried to shake you off. 

“ I believe this is a human child” " a female voice spoke behind you, and you peeked up from the leg you clung to, your eyes coming face to face with the white-haired woman with a bright red streak through it. The woman’s eyes ran you up and down, from the strands of your messy hair down to the tips of your dirty ties and back up. “It seems food comes running straight to you, Sukuna-sama.” 

You heard something like a chuckle, but you couldn’t be entirely sure of that as the following words sounded menacing and angry: “ Isolent, worthless brat.”

You felt something grab the back of your neck, something sharp and piercing before it yanked you up, so you came face to face with... Two faces? Several sets of eyes, dark markings all over his face. Which stretched further under the white kimono he was wearing. It confused you slightly; the design looked like something your mother would wear, but the creature in front of you was anything but motherly. Its lips pulled up in a sneer of disgust. A disgust that seemed to grow for every second when he held you up by the tips of his fingers. 

Even with the unmistakable look of disgust, you thought he looked almost friendly. 

“Well?” The man, Sukuna, growled, and the woman stepped closer. You could see her out of the corner of your eyes as she studied you, as though you were a piece of meat or another object for her to inspect. She looked at you like your mother looked at wool in the store, examining every inch of fabric- her gaze running up from the tip of your messy hair down to your tippy toes, lingering on every tiny scar, scratch and dirt speck on you. You blinked at her in confusion and raised your hand in a small wave. 

She didn’t wave back. Rude. 

“ Not much meat on this one,” the woman stated, and you felt your body beginning to sway as if the fingers holding you were about to toss you back into the cornfield you had run out from, “Although it’s young and pitiful, it has potential value.”  

“Raising cattle is not in my interest, Uraume.” Sukuna was about to toss you back into the cornfield when Uraume spoke up again. 

“No, but with the government sticking their fingers in fertility and the number of children-” Uraume cut herself off. 

Sukuna followed her trail of thought-” A cute enough brat around can attract concubines and cattle?” 

“-Creating a never-ending supply of both!” 

You saw them grin at each other, laughing menacingly, and you realised you missed something important. Not that much- if any- of the words they uttered made sense to your child's brain. Still, the way they both suddenly looked at you up and down again made you shudder. You didn’t know what would happen, so all you could do was look between the ground you were hovering above and the cornfield you were sure you would be tossed back into. 

“Oj, what’s your name?” Sukuna asked, raising you a little closer to his face. He studied you, studied your expression; instead of a sneer, there was a frown now as if he expected you to scream or throw a temper tantrum.  

You blinked back at him calmly; “Y/N?” sounded more like a question than an answer. His red eyes narrowed at you as if waiting for you to add something to your answer. 

You didn’t. 

He sighed and tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You let out a low whine, your hungry stomach hurting from the rough contact with his shoulder. But as you heard the echo of your name carry across the cornfield, you quickly ducked your head, growing silent. The two curses heard it, too, and noticed how you turned down in a tense ball on Sukuna’s shoulders. “Well, brat, if you want to get out of here, you better know the way to the demon shrine.” 

Your head raised, you frowned a little, then pointed in the direction the two had come from. “Mamma always says it’s on the other end of the forest. Over the spring, turn left, and then you’d see I?” 

You felt a pat on your back, a touch that confused you, but you didn’t say anything- you couldn’t. Not when Sukuna called out Uraume’s god-awful navigation skills, and Uraume said it was still a shortcut. No, you stayed silent on Sukuna’s shoulder. The last thing you wanted him to know was that you weren’t sure whether you were supposed to go left or right in the spring... Or were you supposed to cross it, maybe?

You’re sure you’ll figure it out by the time you three got there… maybe… 

Author note: A little sweet piece... I wanted to write a post-credit scene (kinda like many years later) but then hesitated. Would you even want to read that?

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