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++ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด: megumi x fem!reader
++ ๐๐๐ฝ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ (of series): with an unlikely friendship set in place, the relationship is doomed to fail with both families in raging in conflict.
++ ๐๐๐ฝ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ (of chapter): you are forced to attend a masquerade ball with your stepmother, but you find more than what you bargained for.
++ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฒ: slight fluff and angst idk :sob:
++ ๐๐/๐ฐ๐: violence, abuse (?), and smoking
++ ๐๐ฐ: 1k
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++ ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐: hey hey lovelies!! i finally had some inspo to write and i pumped out a chapter of a series i've been putting off for so long! i hope u enjoy and likes, comments and reblogs are very appreciated !! <33
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Two clans, alike in status have always fought over something so insignificant you could never wrap your head around it. The Gojo clan and the Zenโin clan have always been at each other's throats for as long as they have existed.
And you were __ Gojo.
The half-blood of the Gojo clan; a disgrace to the family. An unsightly bug that walked the surface of the earth. The only reason you were allowed into the family register was the fact that you possessed six eyes and the ability to use infinity. It is not like you had much of a choice either way. You had nobody left outside of your paternal family, and your mother? Well, that is a story for another time. However, the power of the Gojo clan is absolute, and so is the Zenโin clans. You were dragged into the world of nobles, without any prior knowledge.
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Thatโs why you were here, at this mundane masquerade ball. All nobles and high-class people were the same. The sound of glasses clinking and empty chatter filled the air and halls of the ballroom. You trudged through the ballroom, escaping the empty banter of those around you. Your head throbbed from all of the bright lights and the noisy ballroom. You find a terrace nearby and head there for refuge, shocked to see someone was already standing at the edge of the terrace.
You look at the personโs form deducing that theyโre a young man around your age. You walk up to the edge of the terrace, grabbing a box of cigarettes from your pocket. Leaning on the terrace railing, you grab a lighter from your pocket. You lazily light up the cigarette between your lips, exhaling a puff of smoke shortly after. You turn to the stranger next to you.
โWould you like a cigarette?โ you uttered, your voice barely audible.
He nods in agreement before taking one of the cigarettes between his slender fingers.
โMay I use your lighter?โ the man inquired before you handed your lighter over to him.
You both shared a comfortable silence before finishing your cigarettes.
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โWhat brought you here to the terrace?โ You ask, staring into the landscape in front of you.
โI donโt like parties very muchโ he mumbled, turning his gaze towards you. โNeither do I, theyโre quite bothersome in my opinion.โ You blatantly stated as you turned toward the man standing next to you.
โI only come here because Iโm forced to go.โ You added.
โItโs an annoying thing we must do, unfortunately.โ He replied, you nodded your head in agreement.
โThe night sky looks quite beautiful tonight, others may say itโs boring but I find beauty in its simplicity.โ
His eyes lit up hearing this statement. From that moment forward you shared a fruitful conversation with him. You donโt know how or why but you clicked with him instantly.
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Your conversation with him was cut short as a shrill voice was heard outside the halls. It was your stepmother. You looked around frantically trying to find where she was before bidding the male goodbye.
โMay I ask for your name?โ You asked the black-haired male. โItโs Megumi, and you?โ โMy name is _.
You dashed off the terrace before making your way into the hallway to meet your stepmom there. โWhere have you been, you insolent brat?!โ Her shrill screams fill the ballroom as she speaks. โI was only looking for the restroom-โ A harsh sting on your cheek and ringing in your ears cut you off. The taste of blood seeping into your mouth, this familiar sensation, the one of being slapped.
โStop lying to me! Youโve been smoking again havenโt you?!โ You stared into the womanโs eyes, face remaining expressionless.
โOH! For goodness sake just say something from that damned mouth of yours for once!โ
You remained silent, listening to her harsh words as you walked out of the building. On the way out and the car ride back to the estate, you didnโt dare to open your mouth. This was a regular occurrence. Your stepmother hated your guts, for reasons you donโt know. Keeping quiet and never showing emotion was the only way to survive in the Gojo household. Never talking back was the one way to be left alone. Never showing emotion was to never give them the satisfaction of truly winning.
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As soon as you arrived back at the estate, you were escorted by your kind and loving maid, Marie.
โYoung Miss! What on earth happened to your face?!โ exclaimed Marie as soon as she saw your swollen cheek. โMy stepmother.โ You deadpanned before climbing up the stairs.
โIโll run a bath for you while I fetch an ice pack,โ she stated before escorting you to your room.
The sound of running water soon filled the room as steam surrounded you and left a fog in its path. You slipped into the balmy water, letting the warmth of the bath take over you. The warmth seeps into your bones as you submerged yourself in the water. The world turns black and itโs silent; you're at peace. The silence turns into ringing and the black fades into nothing. Your escape from the real world has always been by distracting yourself with trivial things.
Marie bursts into the room, quickly pulling you out of the water and placing the ice pack on your inflamed cheek. She scolded you for putting your head underwater, but all you did was nod in agreement.
After washing up, you change into your nightgown and sat outside on the balcony of your room. You get up and look for a cigarette before lighting it up in between your fingers. You place it between your lips, letting the nicotine rush to your head. A fuzzy warmth clouds your senses as you finish one after another.
You stop the nth cigarette, before flicking it out on the ground. You stare up at the night sky, remembering the brief conversation you held with Megumi. A slight smile is found on your face as you remember the exchange between the two of you. It wasnโt unpleasant, in fact, it was quite the opposite.
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At the same time, a certain dark-haired male remembered you. He stared up at the blank ceiling of his bedroom, recalling your interaction with him. He wonders if heโll ever meet you again, knowing that the chances are slim.
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It would take something only short of fate for the two of you to encounter each other once more, but it seems like fate has something cruel twisted up in itโs pocket this time.
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๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ง
๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง'๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐
๐๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ
๐๐๐ฏ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐
๐๐ฐ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ
๐๐ง๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐'๐ฏ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐
๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐ฆ๐จ๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐
๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐
๐๐ก๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ
๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ
๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ค๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐
๐๐จ๐จ ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐, ๐'๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐จ๐ง๐
๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐ฌ๐จ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐
๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐
๐ ๐ญ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐
๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐๐๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ซ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ง
๐๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐
๐๐๐ข๐ญ, ๐'๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐๐๐จ๐๐๐ญ๐
๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐จ๐ง ๐ ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐๐ข๐ฉ๐๐ญ๐
๐'๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐จ๐ง๐
๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐ฌ๐จ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐
โแดแดแดษชษดษข แดษดแด
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Hello! Thank you for opening requests! How have you been? May i request ' will you remember that i existed, and that i stood next to you here like this? ' ( haruki murakami ) + gojo satoru?
๐ฉ แฆ ๐ช ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐๐๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ
( will you remember that i existed,
& that i stood next to you here like this? )
chara : gojo satoru
fandom : jujutsu kaisen
quote cr : prompt post ( x ). haruki murakami
ANOTHER DEAD BODY DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING WHEN YOU'RE ALWAYS WEARING BLACK.
you've heard that before , the words an echo in state of decay. endless ringing in your ears. the person who spoke those words is a dead man walking now, and you cannot wait to spill his blood. it will be an act of cruelty and mercy in one, and maybe you tell yourself that in justification of violence. it doesn't matter, anyway, the difference between sinner & saint.
YOU SHOULD BE IN A CATHEDRAL , SOMEWHERE IN THE SHELTER OF HOLINESS ( YOU WOULD FEEL SOMETHING, THEN ). the rain drenches your figures ; there's an umbrella somewhere in this crowd, but gojo doesn't care to grab it, and neither do you. you stand, shoulder to shoulder, lifeless, devoid, the last of your humanity flooding through your veins.
his hands are fists, hidden in his pockets.
spoken words of kindness and goodbyes go unheard, fall upon deaf ears. it is storming somewhere, but not here. you hear it, somehow, the thunder a distant sign of what is to come. you tilt your head, fingers laced together as you watch the casket lower into the ground. who is in there? you have forgotten already. who are you, and are you there? have they lost your corpse in a forest where they will never find you again?
you whisper an empty i'm sorry, and gojo hears it.
and maybe he apologizes too, but the thunder roars, fills your ears with nothing but numbness in protection of his vulnerability.
you stand there, frozen, until the morrow passes, until the gray skies twist into black and even the stars do not grant you their presence. the crowd is gone now. still, it rains, but you do not move, waiting for the dull thud in your chest to stop. you cannot describe this pain, the ache in your bones, the heaviness that graces itself in every fiber of your being.
it begins to storm. the rain pours and pours. a coldness brews itself into the hollowness you know to be your reflection, the puddles at your feet muddled with conflicted mourning and indifference. your lips part, and you are frightened.
( YOU ARE GOING TO RELIVE THIS. YOU ARE GOING TO RELIVE THIS, AREN'T YOU? )
the thunder rings again, sends shivers down your spine. you tremble, disturbed at the newfound anxiety that weighs heavy at the pit of your stomach. you will not relive this, you realize, eyes wide, lips parted with the forewarning, but satoru will, and it will be at your funeral.
"i don't remember who that was." you begin, voice thick with preemptive grief. "i hope you don't forget me when the time comes."
he is silent. you expect a lighthearted joke, the parting of ways on a brighter note. but he grabs the umbrella, holds it over your head. his hand finds yours. it is cold and warm at the same time, a mess of comfort and unbelonging, and you hope that there's a promise of remembrance somewhere in the little space between your palms.
still, it rains, but neither of you move.
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