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I Cherish You, Halcyon Days: vi
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“You’re gonna die, kid. In the worst way possible.”
tags: afab!reader (she/her), angst, slow burn
pairing: gojou x reader + onesided!getou x reader
summary: You’re 15 years old when you’re told you’re going to die. You’re 17 years old when you realize who your killer will be. And you’re 17 years old when you make peace with the fact you wouldn’t want it any other way.
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"Need a pick me up?"
You open your eyes to see the youngest of your grade holding a cold bottle of green tea. "Oh, thanks," you grab the cool bottle from Suguru's hands gratefully. You had been sitting in the living room area on the couch when you started drifting off. Staying up for hours the past couple nights training with Gojou is a draining experience.
"It's not coffee but it has caffeine in it," he takes a seat next you, nestling against the arm on the opposite end of the couch. "Did you have trouble sleeping? When I got up to get water, it smelled like someone had been cooking. Was that you?"
Guilty as charged, you deny nothing. "Was up late bullshittin' and decided to chef it up in the kitchen," you shrug nonchalantly.
Your little training sessions with Gojou always go on longer than you originally planned. He's surprisingly strict and persistent nor does he really hold back with any comments on what you're doing wrong, but they're all fair assessments. So just as you did the first night this began, you cooked you both a late night dinner before skipping off to bed.
"Did you meet that Naoya guy, by the way?" The way Suguru's face twists into an annoyed grimace is enough of answer. I'm already coming up with comebacks for the next time I see him, I wasn't fully prepared the last time. "Yeah, can't believe Gojou wasn't just being overdramatic for once. Please kick that guy's ass if you get paired up in the individual battles." You wonder how it will go since there's an uneven number of combatants. Will it be 1v1 fights split between four of them or will it be an all out jumping with every Kyoto student fighting Suguru and Gojou all at once? You suppose you'll find out in a couple days. "Our legacy is on the line!"
The curse user chuckles, "I'll be sure to defend it fiercely," he vows poshly, bowing with a hand over his heart. "Should I fail, I'll gladly banish myself from your sight for all time."
Giggles slip from your lips with ease. Serious as Suguru looks, he's quite playful. It was something you appreciated during your first days at Jujutsu Tech when you came in a month later than the other first years.
Utahime was a doting senpai, Shoko was kind but respectful, Gojou was annoying and Suguru was helpful with an air of spiritedness. He didn't come at you with wave after wave of prodding questions about where you came from, why you were in Japan or even jokes about your technique the way Gojou did. Yet he was more forward than Shoko who was more content to let you do the reaching. Your transition into being integrated into the already established friend group in a way was thanks to Suguru. You were more grateful than you'd ever reveal.
"You know, if being a sorcerer doesn't work out for you, you should really consider a career in acting." Suguru only snorts at your comment. "I'm serious! I can see you reciting Shakespeare as we speak!"
Suguru rolls his eyes but it's good-natured, "as if a sorcerer would be satisfied in a normal career."
"You never know," you lean against the arm of the couch you're on with a grin. "Having backups might be a good idea! You just don't wanna admit I'm right that you have a flair for theatrics."
One of Suguru's eyebrows raises inquisitively, "what are your plans? After we graduate, I mean," he clarifies as quickly as he asks. "Even before you came to this school, I'm sure that's something you had to think about. Were you planning to go back to your home country after graduation?"
Your eyes dart to the corner of the room and you press your lips together, shoulders stiffening ever-so-slightly. You hope it isn't noticeable but perceptive as Suguru is, you know he can tell. "That's," you think of your mother and father and your uneasy upbringing. How your relationship improved after you moved out the house. It isn't like there'd be much of a problem now that I know what curses are. And even by the time I got to middle school, I got better at ignoring them. It would be different if you moved back in with them. "Something I'm still figuring out, I guess."
It isn't as if you never thought of your future. You knew inevitably that it was something you'd have to cross. You suppose you were just hoping to leave that problem for the [First] of the future to deal with. "I'm not really opposed to staying a sorcerer," you continue truthfully. "But I'm not really sure how the jujutsu scene works in my country. We probably don't have an organized force of jujutsu sorcerers like Japan, maybe I could start one."
Suguru mulls over his next question thoughtfully as if he is unsure he even wants to ask. "Why did you come to Japan, if you don't mind me asking."
You mull over if that's something you want to answer yourself, "well-"
"What are you two talking about over here?" Saved by a bell cosplaying as a lanky, nearly 190 cm teenager with white hair who wears sunglasses indoors. Gojou yawns as he approaches the couch you and Suguru are sitting on, he reaches a hand out almost expectantly to your green tea. You open the bottle, taking another swig before you hand it over before Gojou takes a large gulp himself. One that is literally more than half of the bottle.
"Most of that is mine, Gojou," you remind him a sharp look but there's no real bark or bite in your words, you're too tired.
Gojou shrugs, lips still resting on the neck and finish of the bottle, "I'll get you another one," he mumbles nearly incoherently, drinking the rest without a care in the world.
He's lucky you're more amenable to his morning shenanigans because he's been helping you the past couple nights. "Whatever, just put it in the fridge after you buy it."
"Looks like I jinxed you after all," Suguru chuckles to your right and you groan because he's probably right.
"I'm fighting your jinx with all my might," you mutter back. Apparently, once indulging Gojou becomes habit, it's hard to stop. Or is it a bit much to say you indulge Gojou if the most you really do is share food and drink? You're too tired to consider the nuances in this particular moment.
"What jinx?" Gojou cocks his head to the side.
"Nothing," you yawn again. "It's the nunya jinx where if Gojou asks too many questions, I stop sharing all my snacks with him." It's satisfying to see how both boy looks at you in confusion when you speak in your native tongue. As much of a disadvantage you were put in when you first came to Japan because of it, it's become a nice little source of privacy among your peers that don't know the language. A pocket of something you can keep to yourself. "Anyway, it's just a little inside joke between the non-sorcerer family hailing kids on the block," you wink at Suguru and he closes his eyes with a small smile.
The still-cold bottom of what was once your green tea is placed against your forehead in retribution.
Maybe you won't cook for Gojou tonight.
[Today, 14:43]
Shoko: The Kyoto Tech kids passed us up heading to the training area. Naoya is with them. Have fun with that www.
Me: ^o^ don't worry I won't~
It's a day before the Sister Exchange event truly begins when you see the Kyoto Tech students again.
There's only one training outdoor training facility at this school and so, if you all happen to use it at the same time, there isn't much that can be done about it.
You can see why Utahime listed Kamo Ririka as a person of interest, she's gorgeous. You pointedly ignore your friend sputtering that is not why Ririka had been mentioned in favor of focusing on her pastel pink hair. "I only mentioned her at all because you wanted to know about the Kamo students at Kyoto Tech!"
She whispers furiously in your ear, you personally think the dust of pink on Utahime's cheeks still lean favorably towards your theory. Me thinks the lady doth protest too much, you puff your cheeks in coyly. That only serves to make Utahime press her fingers against them to release the air stored in them. "Also, the person you mentioned before with the green streak in his hair," you spot the very lad yourself. "That's Kumatetsu, he's a second year like you."
"Thank you, Utahime, I appreciate your knowledge."
"I could have told you that," Gojou shrugs.
Your side eye is directs to the boy as quick as ever, "you said you didn't even talk to these guys much last year, how am I supposed to know what you know?"
Four of your seven peers are absent from this coincidental gathering. Haibara and Nanami are on some sort of spur of the moment mission and will be back later in the evening. Shoko and Suguru went on a quest to get drinks from the vending machine. As for Mei Mei, she didn't care for training for an event she wouldn't be part of.
Gojou sticks his tongue at you and you return the favor. "Naoya, looking horrid as ever, I see," Gojou waves at the first year with so much mock enthusiasm, you might have thought he was being genuine when he sauntered over to the Zenin. "I'm not good at holding back so if you go home now, I promise to be nice the next time I see you."
Utahime scowls, "Gojou, they just got here-"
"Eager for my attention I see," Utahime's attempt to stop feathers from being ruffled is futile as Naoya welcomes the jabs with his own. As far as you're concerned, Gojou can rile the Zenin boy up all he wants. "Had I known that, I would have done my best to say hi the other day if I hadn't been interrupted."
You snort as you thumb out a text to Shoko that the Kyoto students have arrived. That she and Suguru should probably prepare for the training grounds to be in shambles when they return. And that if a fight starts between Gojou and the mustard-haired first year, you won't be stopping it.
Me: Hell I'll jump in and help!
Shoko: Getou says he would you not get into a fight but if you do, punch Naoya for him if he doesn't make it back in time.
"Even Icarus had to learn a lesson about flying too close to the sun. I look forward to the day the Six Eyes is humbled and brought back down to earth with the rest of us," you thumb halts over your keyboard, glancing at where Gojou and Naoya presently stand. It irks you at how easily Naoya says it, clearly accustomed to using it. "Hopefully it'll be me. But honestly, why wait for tomorrow when we can see what happens today, Si-"
"He has a name," you close your silver Nokia flip, slipping it into your pocket. You feel the buzz of a message coming through but you choose to ignore it in favor scratching the dark irritating itch growing in your stomach.
"Excuse me?" Two heads look at you at your interjection. Naoya who looks at you like you're an insect large enough to garner attention, and Gojou who tilts his head at you curiously.
"A name," you repeat yourself, setting a hand on your hip as you glare back into amber eyes. They just barely look at you with anything other than cold indifference. "Gojou has one. I call you Whiney the Poo and Bitch Baby in my head all the time and I still manage to call you Zenin Naoya out loud so stop calling him that."
"And what happens if I keep doing it in, senpai?" Never before have you wanted to punch someone this badly. Never and you live with Gojou Satoru, the menace of Tokyo's Jujutsu Tech.
"You wanna say the shit again and find out?" Matter of fact, you want Naoya to say it. You take a step forward, all too eager to put the arrogant first year in his place. "You know what, go ahead. Make my day. Say the shit again and see what happens to your ass."
"Okay," Utahime's hand grips your shoulder tightly before you can take another step. "I think we should just train on that side of the training grounds," she points feverishly to the opposite side of the track field that is considerably further than where the Kyoto students have settled.
The Kyoto second year from the other day ー Kumatetsu, if you remember correctly ー places his own arm in front of the aggravating first year. Pretty third year Ririka sighs in equal parts, dark green eyes darkening as she watches the scene unfolding in front of her. "Yeah, that would be nice, there's just so much space here to train," he agrees with Utahime with swift ease. "Why just bundle up in one little corner here, right?"
"Nah, he can move if he wants to though," you snap in Naoya's direction, nodding your chin to where Utahime's finger leads. "Take your first year before I embarrass his ass in front of everybody."
"No no, there doesn't need to be any fighting," Kumatetsu replies with a frantic but annoyed smiled. "We don't want any problems, we're all allies here. We don't want to fight." As if sensing the mustard-haired first year was about to open his mouth and deny that claim, Kumatetsu covers it with without even blinking. "Ignore him, he doesn't want to fight."
"Yeah, I wouldn't wanna fight me either," you roll your eyes. When you see that particular comment grinds Naoya's gears more than anything, you decide to give yourself the win. Bitch Baby 0, [First] 1, you nod to yourself as Naoya is unceremoniously dragged to the rest of his Kyoto peers in a tight headlock away from you and infinitely further from your tallest classmate.
You tap Utahime's hand lightly. "It's fine, I'm not gonna run over and drop kick him if you let me go." Utahime doesn't look like she entirely believes you and you can't really blame her in this moment. You don't think you've ever been that mad before, not in front of these particular classmates at least. When was the last time I got like this actually, you struggle to sort your thoughts as you try to calm yourself down. Right, right, that time with Takuya and his hair.
Takuya, your old crush from your first and second years of middle school. A core member of your friend group with Chinatsu and Tooru until he moved away after the end of second year. I wonder how he's doing, we haven't heard from him in forever. He was a kind boy, a real sweetheart, that's why you liked him so much. His eyes were as black as the night but your favorite thing about him was his hair. You became friends because of it, actually. His dark red hair was long and almost always kept in a braid.
Then some asshole tried cutting it. That was the first and only school brawl you got into in your entire life, skirt on and all. Thank you, Auntie Chiharu, for not grounding me for punching that guy first.
To think the next time you'd get so angry would be for Gojou's sake.
What has this world come to?
"We're going this way," Utahime tells you firmly, upperclassman voice front and center.
"Fine," you sigh. This motherfucker pissing me off, you glare in Naoya's direction one more time. I haven't cussed like this since my Sakuragi Middle days. Your eyes catch Gojou's shades before you turn, his expression unreadable. Partially because half of his face is obscured, partially because the bottom half of his face gives no clues as to what he might be thinking.
Ugh, he has me over here defending Gojou of all people. This might be more unforgivable than Naoya's presence being generally unpleasant. Your glare narrows with a click of your tongue but you smooth out your face since Gojou is who you're looking at. It isn't like Gojou is the one you're mad at. The same rules from before applies. No one messes with one of us except for us. And even then, there are lines that shouldn't be crossed. You turn to follow Utahime begrudgingly to where she is briskly walking to. When you feel the unmistakable shape of an arm draping across your shoulders, you groan, "Gojou don't start."
Unfortunately, the menace of your class is already snickering much to your chagrin. "Oh [First], you do care!" Gojou swoons, leaning against you as if he's a damsel. "I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see it myself!"
"I did not do that because I like you," you deny uselessly, knowing it won't matter what you say. "We just have a temporary We Hate Gojou Alliance truce going on right now. The We Hate Zenin Naoya Alliance takes precedence over any of your shenanigans during this time period." Utahime doesn't argue against it, so perhaps there really is a truce going on with Gojou.
"You know, the more you say that, the more I'm convinced that you're secretly the president of my fan club," Gojou all but beams. Maybe it's you but he seems slightly more obnoxious than normal and you decide that's likely a good thing in this particular instance. "You can be honest."
You huff but you don't move to immediately shove his heavy ass off of you. He didn't look like he was particularly bothered by Naoya's nasty comments, but you didn't want to assume when you spoke up. Well as long as he's in a good mood, I guess that's all that matters. "Yeah, yeah, you caught me," you decide to indulge the boy only two days older than you. "Number 1 Gojou Satoru fan right here, don't tell Utahime."
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Here you go, chapter 6 prime for the reading and a day away from the Sister Exchange Event taking place. Y'all are getting this a day early because I have something to do all day this Friday and I'm not sure if I'd be able to get up then at a proper time.
Anyways, Reader is appalled. Naoya's got you out here defending Gojou's honor and shit, you need to rethink your priorities in life. But at least you can confidently say that you'll call Naoya out on his shit whenever the opportunity presents itself time and time again. Turn us up, Whiney the Poo.
See y'all next week.
Likes and Reblogs appreciated.
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jujutsu kaisen season 2 - 07.2023
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hxhhasmysoul · 6 months
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So do you think Sukuna doesn’t feel alone or do you think he just thinks no one will ever be able to fill that void? I kinda got mixed messages with his whole monologue. It seems he resents people who adore him yet he also says that he answers people’s live in battle. He says that if that’s not what love is then what else could it be? He then says love is trash/worthless. I kinda get the impression he doesn’t think he’s capable of having a connection with someone. What makes it weirder is before the Gojo fight, he remembers Yorozu’s words about teaching him about love. I also suspect this ties into his hatred for Yuji. Sorry for long ask lmao. I just find your perspective interesting.
My take on Sukuna has for a while been that he's full of shit. To some extent. And it's a little hard to have a proper take not knowing his back story. What Gege has given us so far isn't that much so everything I write below is like extremely speculative.
The unwanted child and twins theory
Sukuna was an unwanted child because of what he looked like at birth - the word 忌み子 implies that because it's an old word with these specific connotations. He is probably the conjoined twin which absorbed most of his sibling in the womb but was born with 4 eyes, 4 arms, an extra mouth and the strange bark like skin on his face. Japan has never been good on this kind of stuff. I'm not going to break out my uni books for this but something to check out is the concept of purity and how it influenced philosophy, religion and life in Japan. One of the simplest examples here is that the word kirei (きれい) that many people associate with the meaning "beautiful" has also the meaning "clean" and "pure". The thing that's pure is beautiful. And it does go the creepy way you think, beauty of the unblemished, of the "normal" too. And Sukuna's body would really not be in line with that concept.
Pair it up with the fact that in Japan twins were considered bad luck and he gets abandoned after birth. Not sure why not murdered, killing newborns was also a thing, the whole Jizo cult is related to that, though Jizo specifically, I think is more recent than Heian... don't take it for granted, as I said, I'm not rereading the uni texts.
Maybe his parents weren't able to kill him because of his cursed energy, maybe they were afraid he'd come back as a vengeful spirit.
But despite what a lot of the Gojou girlies scream on social media, Sukuna doesn't whine about it. The way he mentions it makes it seem he doesn't care about it at this point. (Whether he used to care, we don't know yet). And he uses it to dismiss the premise of Kashimo's question. The way I see it, Sukuna says it doesn't matter, he doesn't know his origins so he will never know the answer to this question. He still is the strongest.
He survived without the love of his parents at his weakest. That's probably why he resents the weak because like all dipshits who accomplish something, he thinks: if I could, what is your excuse?
Though we can't say with any certainty that he survived on his own. We don't know whether Kenjaku or Tengen, didn't collect him to experiment on him. We don't know when he met Uraume.
If the theory seeing Sukuna's origins in a the Ryoumen Sukuna urban legend is correct, then it's not unlikely Kenjaku found Sukuna and had fun with him. (Also please keep in mind that while this story is referred to as an urban legend and might be fully or partially made up, the level of violence against people with unusual bodies it includes is kinda on brand for the time period. So like read with that in mind.)
Also it might mean that Sukuna's twin wasn't completely dead yet, wasn't as fully absorbed as his current body would suggest. It's not impossible that Kenjaku removed some of the twin and helped Sukuna achieve a usable body, maybe told him to absorb the twin and their soul to become full, like in the case of Maki and Mai. But maybe Kenjaku still kept some of the twin's body and that soul. In this case Sukuna referring to Yuuji as being from back then could refer to that and feed into the Yuuji was created from Sukuna's twin. Existing partially as a cursed object, and having this strong connection to Sukuna could be what enhances Yuuji's soul powers. And also would make him uniquely predisposed to cage Sukuna.
This also would feed into the theories as to why Sukuna acts the way he does towards Kenjaku. Why he's kinda cold towards them but goes along with their plots. If Kenjaku was indeed the person to take him in when he couldn't really fend for himself, and helped make his body more usable, then there's a huge debt there. And the concept of debt is another huge cultural thing in Japan.
This would also explain why Sukuna is skeptical about love, because Kenajku's parenting is well Kenjaku's parenting. He could've been their prized experiment but so is Yuuji.
While I personally don't love the Yuuji is Sukuna's twin, I don't find it unfounded.
I'm not particularly excited for it coming true because I'd love for Yuuji to be a separate person from Sukuna. Someone who's weak and unrelated to him but who can still cage him.
But with what we know about Maki and Mai, and with the unwanted child thing, Yuuji could be his twin. It would explain why he had no cursed energy, because when Sukuna absorbed and killed him, he would've lost it. If Sukuna absorbed his twin after birth and not before, if they consciously lived together for a while that has implications too.
Full on speculation bordering on fanfiction ahead. It might be why Sukuna chastises Yuuji for wanting to live despite being weak, for clinging to life. If he absorbed his twin post birth, and if he did that consciously, his twin was his first kill. It might have not been easy, not pretty and he might have not done it as cold and detached as he wished to. Or as he now wishes he had been. If Yuuji is his twin there may have been a similar conflict between Sukuna and him, as existed between Mai and Maki. Yuuji being the one more content with their suffering and Sukuna rejecting it, but also Yuuji being his emotional support, the one holding all his misery.
Absorbing his twin would've also likely been his first act of cannibalism. It's honestly a little funny that we haven't seen Sukuna consume anyone so far. But Yuuji has been eating human remains left and right. He now seems to be eating his own skin. It has been speculated that absorbing cursed techniques through eating people is Sukuna's og cursed technique. But if the twins theory is true, it's not entirely impossible that absorbing techniques through cannibalism was his twin's ability.
Sukuna's fanclub
Whatever happened, Sukuna got no love as a kid. If he was Kenjaku's ward then he only got appreciation if he exceeded Kenjaku's expectations.
So either he got this strong because he was rejected and had to survive and had no one to socialise him. Or he was socialised by Kenjaku who always wanted more of him and who also has zero concern for others.
So for him to get appreciation later in life, once he gets power and influence and titles, it must feel hollow. It must feel fake and like trash. It feels like people wanting things from him and offering nothing in return. Because none of them, Yorozu, Gojou, Kashimo, offer him anything he wants. They want to teach him love selfishly, their love is there to fulfill their needs. What his needs may be? None of them care to ask.
If that's what people around him consider love then there's no appeal in it for him. At most they can provide him with some entertainment and Sukuna loves fighting.
He really seems to enjoy battles, he will tease and indulge his opponents as long as it entertains him. He also seems to love cursed energy and jujutsu and he's always analysing what's going on. Little creepy nerd. He also seems to enjoy mentoring but not so much giving therapy XD
Sukuna and Yuuji
Sukuna's issue with Yuuji is all the more interesting because in theory Yuuji should be interesting to him. Yuuji has skills and is an extremely fast learner. He develops much faster than Megumi and reaches surprising understanding of cursed energy and the soul in a very short time.
But Sukuna seems to be annoyed by Yuuji. He pettily bullies Yuuji, disrespects him. Never acknowledges Yuuji's progress. Yuuji's weakness irks him in a very special way. Probably because Yuuji has control over him. But also because he can't break Yuuji, can't get him to cower or adore him. Yuuji doesn't follow any pattern Sukuna expects.
Yuuji also doesn't have the aspirations to become the strongest. Just strong enough. And he wants his strength not as much for himself but for others. Which really separates him from Sukuna's fanclub and most other jujutsu sorcerers.
If the twins theory is true, being with Yuuji also brought Sukuna back. He might vaguely remember what it used to be like to share all his time with someone. Maybe with his twin it was the other way round. Sukuna was in control of the body and the twin mostly lived in the inner domain? Maybe something like this used to be Sukuna's biggest fear?
Also if they were twins, Yuuji caging Sukuna would really affect his sense of self. He had perfected his jujutsu, studied cursed energy and fighting. Only to be held back by the weaker twin he though he'd got rid of.
Of course all this hinges on how much he remembers and how well. Some of the resentment might've been subconscious, of course. He seem to understand who Yuuji is only after he leaves Yuuji's body. Maybe he needed that distance? Maybe he needed to see again where Yuuji ends and he begins to understand who they really are?
Sukuna and Uraume
Having said that, I think Sukuna is perfectly capable of forming relationships with others. He has one with Uraume. They vibe together really well. They are happy to be around one another. Uraume is his servant but Sukuna jokes around with them. He also shows them respect and consideration. It's obvious he knows enough about Uraume to know how they feel and he addresses those feelings directly with praise or reassurance.
Gege said in the fanbook that Sukuna doesn't mind Uraume and likes their cooking skills. Which is probably true and probably how it started. But by now there is some sort of close relationship between them. It may not be romantic or sexual, like Gege seems to believe (as fandom that decision is truly up to us), but there is some kind of love, maybe platonic love of friends.
Because the issue is also quite semantic in nature. What do you define as love. I personally am wary to call the selfish adoration Sukuna's fanclub had for him as love. For me personally love has to go both ways and have an element of mutual mindfulness, it cannot be declared by one side and somehow become binding for the other.
That's why I think Sukuna is kinda full of shit. He might not believe himself capable of forming relationships. Or he might deem that pointless. But he's actually capable of it and he seems to enjoy the one relationship he has. Maybe the key to that acceptance is him believeing that there's nothing more there than Uraume being his servant?
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Vore Wednesday#2—revamped 🦷
Tumblr ate my original post for this, which I found out last week while looking up that snippet for an ask response. Since it'll be July or something before your resistance, prophetic self-destruction goes up on Ao3, I figured I might as well reinstate the post.
For folks who haven't seen this before, here's the fic I started the WIP Wednesday snippets for. It's kinda wild remembering how quiet the JJK side of my blog was back then. For folks who have already read this, there's still new material since I've doubled the length of the excerpt.
(Links for Snippet 1 and Snippet 3)
Have some chosoita ft. Gojou and goyuu:
He mouths at a bruise, too much teeth for it to be soothing, but Chōsō pushes his chest into it anyway, his fingers curling into a fist in Yuuji’s hair.
Yuuji digs his teeth in harder before letting go, dragging his lips up to Chōsō’s shoulder. The skin there is pulled taut over straining muscles, and they flex under his mouth, almost a flinch. Yuuji can understand why, given what he did the last few times he set his teeth to Chōsō’s shoulder. But he also knows it’s not dread that’s trembling in Chōsō’s muscles but anticipation.
He sucks lightly, and Chōsō shudders against him, around him.
Yuuji’s mouth waters.
It’s fucked up. He shouldn’t like this. He doesn’t even know if he actually does. He sure as hell isn’t hungry. And he said he’d eat anything, but not like this—this isn’t power, it’s just pleasure. And it shouldn’t be.
Monster, purrs a voice in his head, infuriatingly familiar because despite ripping free of Yuuji’s body, that bastard is still here haunting his mind. 
But fine. Yuuji will be the monster.
He clamps his teeth around Chōsō’s flesh, tearing out a bloody chunk.
Chōsō jerks against him, crying out hoarsely. His dick’s leaking where it’s pressed between their bellies, making a mess of what’s left of their clothes. Yuuji swallows, mouth still pressed to the hotly bleeding wound at Chōsō’s shoulder. He’s keenly aware of Chōsō’s cursed energy mingling with his own, and it’s not the revitalizing rush it was back in Shibuya when Chōsō was making a concerted attempt to transfer it to Yuuji, but even in this passive state, his power is potent and it burns inside Yuuji—blood and rot, life and decay.
Under his lips, Chōsō’s flesh is starting to knit back together. Yuuji licks at it, blood wetting his tongue, and Chōsō squirms on his cock, scrabbling at Yuuji’s shoulders as if that will give him any leverage. Yuuji bites deep into the healing flesh.
Chōsō gasps his name like a curse and a prayer.
“Well,” says a voice that is distinctly not Chōsō’s, “this isn’t what I was expecting.”
Yuuji freezes, but so does Chōsō, and that’s a bad idea given the position they’re in. His dick doesn’t care that Yuuji’s veins just iced over; the blood fattening it up is as hot as anything, as the blood still slicking his mouth.
He lifts his face from Chōsō’s mangled shoulder, staring over it at the dark room. The only illumination is the faint moonlight from the open window, but Yuuji’s eyes adjusted to the darkness long back. He can see all too well the figure slouching in the darkness by the door—the still-locked door, which sure as hell didn’t open and close without either Yuuji or Chōsō noticing it.
But when has a paltry door ever stopped Gojou Satoru? How many times did Yuuji wake in his dorm room to find a body looming over him, a mouth stifling his shout before it could rend the air and probably bring Fushiguro running?
“Gojou-sensei,” Yuuji chokes out. “What are you doing? Why are you here?”
Gojou shifts, pushing away from the wall he was leaning against. He’s still not wearing his blindfold, and his eyes are eerily bright in the dark, as if they’re generating their own light. It leaves the rest of his face discomfitingly shadowed.
It’s perverse how the sight makes Yuuji’s dick twitch where it’s buried inside a frozen Chōsō.
And it’s Chōsō Gojou is staring at, appraising his half-dressed body with a hot, heavy regard that doesn’t feel sexual so much as predatory, and Yuuji feels his heart lurch to his throat when those gleaming eyes linger on Chōsō’s shoulder and slide slowly, inexorably to Yuuji’s gore-stained mouth.
“Six Eyes,” Chōsō hisses, voice low and furious; he’s turned his head, probably glaring at Gojou. “Get out.”  
A curse, maybe a warning, dies in Yuuji’s throat, his thundering heart still plugging it up. He stares at the taut line of Chōsō’s throat, then at Gojou’s dangerously bland smile. Back and forth, over and over.
“No, I don’t think I will,” says Gojou, and Yuuji knows the particular edge of that serrated amusement on his tongue, and he can’t help how his fingers sink into Chōsō’s hips, gripping hard enough to make Chōsō’s legs twitch around him. And it hits him then, more of a shock than it should be: Chōsō’s still on his cock, Yuuji’s still— “To answer your question, Yuuji, I came here—ran here, really, because I’m a good teacher like that—because I sensed your cursed energy doing some freaky shit. And him, of course. This isn’t what I thought I’d see, but you definitely don’t look like you’re in need of a rescue.”
His eyes drop pointedly to where Chōsō is seated on Yuuji’s cock.
The traitorous thing throbs.
Chōsō makes a soft, shuddering noise.
“I…” Yuuji tails off. What the fuck can he say?
I can explain? He can’t.
I’m sorry? He’s not.
And he can’t do that to Chōsō, especially not when Yuuji’s the one who dragged him into this.
“Yuuji’s brother, was it?” Gojou asks mildly, not a question at all. “Now, I don’t know how it is for curses, but among us lowly humans, this kind of thing is pretty pathological.”
“Sensei!” Yuuji snaps before he can help himself.
The full, furious force of Gojou’s attention descends on him, freezing him twice over.
Gojou takes a step forward, then another.
Chōsō grows impossibly tenser, warm marble in Yuuji’s arms and a molten constriction around his cock. But Yuuji can only watch Gojou’s slow, stalking approach with a strange sort of exhilarated horror.
Gojou comes to a stop right behind Chōsō, whose discomfort writhes in the air. Yuuji meets his eyes for a fleeting moment, helpless need crashing into helpless fury. There’s nothing Chōsō can do, impaled on Yuuji’s cock with Yuuji’s hands holding him down.
I’m sorry, Yuuji wants to say, but he already knows, doesn’t he, that Chōsō will forgive him anything?
Above Chōsō’s head, Gojou’s eyes blaze blue.
Yuuji runs into them headfirst.
An arm reaches over Chōsō’s shoulder, carefully not brushing skin. Chōsō tenses anyway, pulling a throaty whine out of Yuuji that’s crushed the next instant by the fingers curling around his jaw, too tender to be anything but cruel.
Gojou’s thumb wipes the blood off Yuuji’s lips.
For a moment, they all seem to stare at it.
“Six Eyes,” Chōsō growls, and it’s angry, almost as angry as he was the one and only time he tried to kill Yuuji, but underneath that, there’s something Yuuji can only label fear.
“Yuuji’s brother,” Gojou returns, calm and deadly. “Hush now. My business isn’t with you.”
Chōsō jolts, furious, but maybe he forgets he’s still sitting on Yuuji’s cock because the motion makes them both groan—Chōsō obviously failing to stifle it, Yuuji too far gone to even try.
Gojou’s pupils grow cavernous.
Motion, a blinding blur.
Lips press to Yuuji’s, and they don’t belong to the body now crushed against his own. It’s the most aggressive kiss he’s ever had, even if it’s close-lipped and three seconds long. He gasps into it, but Gojou’s already pulling back, and Yuuji doesn’t think it has anything to do with the spikes of blood erupting from Chōsō’s torn shoulder to shatter uselessly against Infinity.
Gojou pays them—and Chōsō—no mind.
He says, “Come find me when you’re done playing with your…brother.”
And then he’s gone, an absence more sudden and absolute than his appearance earlier.
“Fuck,” Yuuji says, softy and with feeling; his whole mouth is burning, electric.
“Yuuji,” Chōsō says tightly, “you need to—”
Let go, is what he probably plans to say. Pull out, maybe.
Yuuji doesn’t do either, doesn’t even let him finish, standing in a violent rush that strangles Chōsō’s words and Yuuji’s common sense both, and it’s a few, harried strides to the door, Chōsō’s back impacting it with a loud thud that reverberates in the too-quiet room.  
Chōsō’s answering shudder bites into Yuuji’s cock.
“What are you doing?” he asks, a strained, barely audible whisper.
Yuuji kisses him because he doesn’t have an answer, fucks into him because he doesn’t want the questions, and Chōsō gasps into his mouth and tightens around his cock, and Yuuji’s body knows how to take it from there, even if his mind is a maelstrom of white and blue.
Are you there, are you listening, is this what you—
A particularly harsh thrust makes Chōsō rake his nails down Yuuji’s back, and Yuuji hoists him higher in response, fingers digging bruises into thick, taut thighs, and it’s better, the angle, Chōsō held at just the right height for Yuuji to plunge madly into, and he growls, the sound half lost in their wet, open mouths, but Chōsō still claws him open and squeezes him tighter, and there’s a cry thrust down Yuuji’s throat—a hurt little noise.
What am I doing, why am I punishing him—
Why is he angry?
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justmyownreality · 2 years
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How They React When You’re In The Mood.
JJK Characters: Gojou Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento. I wrote this very quickly.
Notes: sfw but you know it’s suggestive lol. anyways writing this made me need to write more for Nanami so be on the look out for that lol.
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Gojou:
-You’re in a relationship with him, when are you not in the mood? Like seriously, look at him.
-Anyways when you’re in the mood, he’s immediately going to enter the same mood, while teasing you relentlessly in the process. I mean it’s Gojo he likes hearing you beg for him.
-If you’re in the mood and you were originally just lounging around and Gojo came walking out of the shower with gray sweatpants riding his hips, let’s just say you’ll be replacing those sweatpants with yourself. He’d back you up against the wall as your hands roamed his bare chest. His mouth finding your neck as your back arches in the process.
-If you’re in the mood and you just happen to be in public, well that makes things a little harder for the both of you. Harder but not impossible ie; you push your back up against him in a crowded room and your hand finds a certain spot making Gojo let out a soft moan forcing him to move you forward with his infinity or else he would need to take you right there, in front of everyone.
-You’d immediately pay for it once you got back to your room which is exactly what you wanted from him anyways. Gojo saying words like, “that wasn’t fair y/n,” as he gently bites between your inner thighs. His tongue stroking your hip bones.
-Gojo always finds new ways to tease you to make your mood last longer, to make you more desperate for him.
-You’ll be midway into a very heated makeout and he’ll just warp out of the room and watch you from the doorway as you fall against the bed, frustrated and groan about how much you need him right now.
-To which he’d climb back on top of you and whisper, “prove it.” as his hands slid down your body and his mouth went to leave a mark on your neck.
-Yeah he’s a tease but he’s a tease who can actually back up being a tease you know? Like the sex is that good and it’s only better because he pushed you to the edge multiple times.
-Your neighbors definitely hate you though, and not just your next door neighbors like your entire floor hates you while also being immensely jealous of you and Gojo because no one can make anyone scream the way Gojo can make you scream.
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Geto:
-Oh honey, Gojo is the ultimate tease but Geto is the ultimate if you’re in a mood when he’s not in a mood, you’re in for a painful day of trying to control yourself.
-He’s way too busy trying to seal Gojou to interrupt him for sex. However, you know there are other ways to solve the problem.
-If he catches you trying to solve the problem on your own, that’s when he enters the mood. Only he is allowed to make you feel good, to make you clench your toes; not you, not a toy, not a pillow.
-He’ll quickly throw you on the bed,up against the wall, on a desk, on the ground, in the shower, anywhere, and just devour you right there so you’d stop bothering him. Your legs would be wobbling by the time he was done.
-Which would be counterproductive on his part because it just puts you more in the mood. 
-It’s a little harder to tease him in public with him wearing his priest uniform and everything but that doesn’t mean you don’t.
-If the two of you are out to lunch together you can guarantee your foot is gently rubbing his inner thigh. Geto’s fist clenched on the table in the process.
-His little team of curse users automatically know that whenever he’s in a mood to immediately leave the room cause the two of you are about to make a mess.
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Nanami:
-The sweetest out of the three whenever you’re in a mood. Dude 1000% worships you. Not saying the other two don’t love you but you’re his escape from anything and everything work related.
-And by worship I mean get ready for him to call you literally every beautiful name in the book as he helps you out.
-Also it’s Nanami, similarly to Gojo, when aren’t you in the mood? Especially when he comes home and takes his tie off with one hand so casually. It’s literally not even fair what this man can do to you.
-He’d notice you staring at him, your eyes gazing down to his hand that now has the tie wrapped around it and smirk. He’d walk over to you sitting on the arm of the couch and stand between your legs. He’d place the tie over your neck, “it seems like you need something from me,” he’d smirk as he’d use the tie to pull you to the bedroom.
-Sorry got lost in a daydream, -insert Daddy Issues by the Neighborhood-.
-If you were in public and in the mood, it’s so much easier than it is with Gojo and Geto. You’d drag him by his tie so the two of you could have some privacy. Dude will follow you anywhere and take you anywhere.
- He’d lock the doors and take you in a classroom, your legs wrapped around his head as you sat on a desk. Broom closets, bathrooms, Yaga’s office when he wasn’t there, there’s not one place you guys haven’t had sex.
-Like I said you’re his escape and he wants to escape in you as frequently and as long as possible.
-You do love to tease him because you look forward to seeing his usual cool calm and collected demeanor change from a flustered, hot, and shaky demeanor from trying to control himself. 
-You especially love to tease him while he’s talking to Gojo because he knows he has to act like nothing is happening or else Gojo would tease him relentlessly. He gets you back for it though. 
-God I need to write more for Nanami. My brain is imagining so much stuff right now.
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itsuki-minamy · 9 months
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"K - RETURN OF KINGS" (Novel)
CHAPTER 4: CHABUDAI ALLIANCE
* List of Chapters
Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia
"Haha!"
Sukuna jumped as he let out a light laugh.
A sickle wrapped in green electricity tore through the air and intersected with Yata's skateboard. The green and red auras collided violently and annihilated each other. Sukuna used that as a reference point to do somersaults and then launched a heel over Yata's head.
"Gah!"
Yata looked for him in a dangerous place, accelerated the skateboard and left. Just as he was about to chase after him, Fushimi cut him down as if to replace him.
"This time you? Ok, let's play!"
"Tsk...!"
As he violently fought Fushimi, Sukuna flicked his tongue in.
Yata is a skater who repeatedly approaches and backs up quickly as he lands powerful punches, while Fushimi possesses a method of attack with little chance to open up at both short and long range. No matter how many N-Ranks gather, it will be hard to stop these two.
But... Gojou Sukuna was a J-Rank, a top-peak player in "Jungle".
The extraordinary application "Grassroot Ver. 3.0" even controls the security cameras of the school. Even behind him, which was originally supposed to be a blind spot, he was in full view of Sukuna. Information is the weapon of "Jungle". And not having it is the weakness of these two.
Sukuna matched Fushimi's saber with his sickle blade. Almost at the same time, Yata ran in with his skateboard. Not knowing that he was a hole that Sukuna created on purpose.
"Sweet!"
Shouting, Sukuna swung his scythe around and jabbed the blade into the ground.
At the same time, he started the extraordinary application "Thunder Wave". Fushimi, who noticed a moment before, withdrew, but Yata, who started a sudden approach, couldn't stop himself. A "wave of thunder" that came from Sukuna passed through Yata's entire body.
"What?!"
"Thunder Wave" doesn't have much attack power, but it does cause considerable pain and paralysis. Sukuna slashed at Yata, who had stopped moving. Staff in hand, Yata barely parried the attack.
"Bastard!"
"Ahaha, your attacks are very weak!"
He easily blocked Yata's counterattack, and just as he was about to corner him, Fushimi's knife reflected into his electronically shielded field of view.
"These guys who have been secretly hiding up until now, they are not in high spirits!"
Roaring, Fushimi threw several throwing knives at him. Sukuna laughed out loud as he dodged and jumped to evade the attack that was precisely aimed at his vital points.
"Huh, you guys are red and blue number three, right? Is this all you have? It's not my hobby to score points with null games!"
As soon as he landed, Sukuna approached Fushimi in a single leap and raised his scythe.
"What?!"
"First of all, I'll go for the 4000 points!"
"Saru!"
However, the blade that was supposed to pierce through his heart was blocked by a skateboard that he sliced from the side.
A slight surprise ran through Sukuna's heart. Fushimi and Yata jumped back to keep their distance, while Sukuna also renewed his vigilance and readied his weapon.
Right now it was a blow that was sure to be caught. Yata, who should have taken damage from "Thunder Wave", should never have been able to support him at that distance and time.
Does that mean they have "something" to fill it? Sukuna noticed a smile on his lips as he studied it.
(It's cute. A game has to be like that.), Sukuna thought.
Sukuna takes no pleasure in oppressing weaker enemies. There is meaning and joy in overcoming strong and growing enemies.
Sukuna again took an offensive stance. To fully enjoy the pleasure, he lowered himself and put his strength into his legs.
"......?!"
He realized something.
He raised his face as if repelled by him and widened his eyes.
"That, no way..."
Fushimi and Yata were also looking up at the eastern sky with surprised expressions just like Sukuna. A giant sword of the "King" hanging in the distant sky.
"I know this sword... a year ago, at that time..."
"Silver... No, it's the "Silver King"."
The "Silver Damocles Sword". What his appearance means is that...
"He's the last boss, come on."
Mumbling a bit, Sukuna laughed again.
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Kuro was dumbfounded and looked up at the red Japanese umbrella spread out in front of him.
(Is this a dream, an illusion?), Kuro thought.
It was a spectacle that he had seen in his dreams. One day, the man they have been looking for will return. How long have they waited for the day when they would greet each other with the same attitude, the same smile and return home together?
At that moment, Kuro couldn't accept the fact that that figure was right in front of him.
The back of Isana Yashiro, the man Kuro and Neko have been waiting for, is close at hand.
However, Shiro had a different appearance than before. Instead of a soft smile, with a determined look in his eyes, he surely is looking at the enemy.
At such a shrine, Mishakuji Yukari smiled charmingly and bowed respectfully.
"Nice to meet you. The first king, the "Silver King" Adolf K. Weismann. I am a J-Rank of the Green Clan "Jungle", Mishakuji Yukari."
A parrot flew from the connecting bridge pillar and landed on Mishakuji's shoulder. He spread his wings and let out a cry of affirmation.
Mishakuji's smile deepened as he stroked the parrot's chin.
"Please excuse my rudeness as a clansman. This here is my lord."
In an instant, his mood changed.
The parrot emitted a strong pressure that could be clearly seen even from a distance. Kuro crouched down clearing his throat.
He remembered that feeling.
Reisi Munakata. Suoh Mikoto. The same kind of aura they gave off.
That means...
"Nice to meet you, "Silver King". I am Nagare Hisui, the fifth king, the "Green King"."
The parrot's beak opened, and graceful human speech flowed from it.
Shiro narrowed his eyes and replied in a low voice.
"I guess you did this just to attract me, "Green King"."
"Yes. Now I can confirm that you are not a bystander like you used to be. It is a great strategic victory."
Mishakuji shrugged and looked at the parrot in wonder.
"So my little brother was used as bait? What a cruel king."
"That is also affirmative. It is a ruthless change of order. Please withdraw immediately."
"Oh, you should get rid of that big fish you caught, right?"
Mishakuji's smile was mixed with something cold.
He was still holding the drawn "Ayamachi" in his hand. If he felt like it, Mishakuji would probably attack Shiro right then and there. Fighting against the strong is his joy. Whether he is a "King" or not, Mishakuji does not hesitate to enjoy that joy.
(Let me...!), Kuro thought.
Gritting his teeth, Kuro grabbed the "Kotowari" handle again. He mainly he wouldn't use his sword. That is Kuro's pride and reason for existing.
However, the parrot's voice interrupted that determination.
"Withdraw immediately."
Kuro was distracted for only a moment. Meanwhile, however, Mishakuji was resheathing his sword. After looking at the sky with a theatrical gesture, he bowed deeply.
"Unfortunate. It is a pity, but if it is an order from my lord, there is nothing I can do about it. I apologize for this, "Silver King"."
Then, Mishakuji turned his eyes towards Kuro.
"Kurou-chan, I will entrust your life to the beautiful "Silver King" who ran for you, but next time, please entertain me more."
Narrowing his eyes, he said quietly.
"Otherwise, I'll cut you down like a dead branch."
"Guh..."
The next moment, his face was distorted with humiliation.
The parrot flapped its wings and rose into the air.
By the time the feather landed on the bridge, Mishakuji was nowhere to be seen.
"Phew..."
Power fell from Shiro's shoulders. Almost at the same time, the silver "Sword of Damocles" that he hung above his head vanished like smoke. With the removal of the Sanctum created by supernatural power, the "Sword of Damocles", the embodiment of that power, also disappeared.
The battle was over.
He couldn't do anything in front of him. He couldn't beat Mishakuji or protect his friends. Far from protecting his master from him, he was a loser who could only be protected by his master, so was Kuro now.
As he bitterly held that thought, Kuro looked down.
"Can you get up, Kuro?"
Shiro softly called out to Kuro.
A soft and warm gaze that was completely different from the one he was looking at the enemy before. It was exactly the same as Shiro's face in Kuro's memory.
The humiliation and remorse were gone in a moment. How long have you longed for a reunion with his teacher and friend? With that joy, Kuro squeezed his face as he tried to smile.
He is, after all, a member of the Silver Clan. There was a courtesy that had to be practiced before a friendly smile.
Kuro raised his head and dropped to one knee on the ground. He deeply bows his head at Shiro who is approaching him.
"Welcome home, my... Guwah?!"
Neko stepped on his back with all her might.
"Shiro!"
Involuntarily leaning forward, Neko stepped on the back of the neck and charged towards Shiro. It was a hard force to describe. Just as she was, Neko clung to Shiro's neck and rubbed his head.
"Shiro, Shiro, Shiro, Shiro! I missed you! Where have you been? What have you been doing? Why didn't you come back?"
Kuro heard Neko's words in rapid succession as he knelt on the ground. He jerked to his feet and clenched his fist in anger.
"Idiot, that's what I'm going to ask you now."
Still, Neko didn't stop talking. As if the feelings she had been suppressing until now had broken the dam and spilled over, Neko held Shiro's face in her hands and continued speaking.
"I've been looking for you, Shiro! I've been looking for you for a long time! We went to many places, and then the green ones came after us and defeated Kurosuke, they even kidnapped Anna and it was all on fire..."
"Yes."
"Even after that, I've been looking for you for a long time, so..."
Kuro's hands lost their strength.
Neko was also waiting impatiently for Shiro. No, just because Neko is purer, that feeling must have been stronger than Kuro's. They would meet one day, she was sure they would. Never before had Neko lost hope.
So Neko had the right to do it.
"Am at home."
"Welcome back."
As if relieved by Shiro's soft embrace, Neko buried her face in his chest and murmured.
Then, as she calmed Neko down, Shiro's eyes turned to Kuro. Feeling embarrassed by his sweet gaze, Kuro turned his face away from him.
"That's how it is."
"You're not being honest. This is a scene where it's okay to cry like you're hugging me like Neko. I missed you, Shiro!"
"Who would do that!"
The reason why he involuntarily retorted out loud was because he felt that he was being mocked for his anguish and conflict. Just as he was about to tell him how he felt while he waited, he suddenly put on a serious expression and bowed his head.
"I'm sorry."
"No..."
If he apologizes honestly like that, it would somehow become a bad atmosphere. Neko was looking at Kuro with a downcast look. Kuro cleared his throat.
"No, I'm glad you're alive."
Saying that, Shiro smiled again.
"I say the same."
"What about the current situation?"
"I know most of it. Otherwise, I couldn't come at such a good time, right?"
Kuro's eyebrows twitched. In fact, it was the perfect timing. Too good, he would even say. That means...
"Did you mean it was all intentional?"
"Well, what do you think?"
Shiro said that as a nonsense, but maybe it was true. From somewhere, Shiro was watching them, and he inadvertently jumped into danger.
Kuro relaxed his shoulders and smiled.
"You have not changed anything."
"Hahaha... I was wondering if I could do something on my own without involving everyone, but the Green Clan was moving faster than I expected. They pushed me and brought me out into the open. In the end, I guess I gave them all a bad experience..."
"That's right, idiot."
To put it bluntly, Shiro unexpectedly widened his eyebrows.
"If you only witnessed and shared both joy and pain with us, we wouldn't be having this conversation. We, Adolf K. Weismann, no, Isana Yashiro... are members of your clan, don't forget that."
"Shiro, you are our king!"
With a big nod, Neko placed both hands on Shiro's chest. Seeing Neko's genuinely happy smile and Kuro's smile mixed with wonder and relief, Shiro's expression gradually collapsed.
"Neko, Kuro..."
It wasn't just Kuro's imagination that made his eyes look wet. But he didn't want to follow him. Patting Shiro and Neko on the shoulder, Kuro said in a low but clear voice.
"Now we're back to normal."
"Yes."
Shiro nodded with a smile in his moist eyes. Seeing that face, Kuro finally felt a sense of reality. He really felt that Isana Yashiro had returned to them again.
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"Huh?! What the hell are we going to do in this place from now on?!"
Fushimi Saruhiko clicked his tongue as he saw Sukuna suddenly take out his PDA and start talking on the phone during the battle.
The same thing happened with Yata next door. Being disrespected until now, he couldn't just finish. They split from left to right, with Fushimi grabbing a throwing knife and Yata grabbing a staff.
At that moment, Sukuna took his sickle out.
"......!"
Yata and Fushimi stopped moving at the same time. But Sukuna didn't even look at them. While holding his glowing green scythe, he said terribly bored.
"Hey, I'm tired of withdrawing from null games."
Saying that, tucking the PDA into his chest, Sukuna turned his back on the two of them.
"This...!"
Fushimi grabbed Yata's arm when he was furious and tried to chase after him.
"It's useless. Don't do it."
When Sukuna found out that Fushimi and Yata were visiting Gakuenjima, he launched a surprise attack. Naturally, he had secured multiple routes to retreat. There was no way they could catch up with him, even if they chased after him with blood rushing to their heads, and if they did it wrong, they might end up isolated and get hit.
At that time, they had no chance of winning from the start.
However, it seems that such a thing was beyond Yata's understanding. Yata violently shook Fushimi's hand and looked at him from the front.
"Saru, damn, are you scared?! Isn't it frustrating that a kid like that has bothered you?"
Tsu, he heard a sound around his temple. His anger turned colder, and Fushimi spat it out.
"Don't let that fool roar in front of you. That's why the greens make you dance like that."
"Yes, damn it!"
This time, Yata's face distorted with anger. Yata's wrist that was trying to grab his collar flap was grabbed in an instant, Fushimi looked at Yata coldly.
"Sorry, you're busy. Can I have a moment?"
Hearing that calm voice, the two of them turned around at the same time.
Standing there were Yatogami Kuro and Neko. And also, the "Silver King", Adolf K. Weismann... Isana Yashiro.
"You..."
"May I ask you to take a message to your kings?"
At that request, Fushimi and Yata looked at each other for a moment. They then moved away from each other and turned towards Shiro.
"What do you want to tell Anna?"
Yata's expression had the same amount of embarrassment mixed with wariness. A year ago, the person seeking his life was right in front of him, so it was only natural.
However, Shiro simply replied with a smile that didn't seem to matter at all.
"Hey, there's something I'd like to suggest. I thought there might be something we could do together with the "Red King" and the "Blue King"."
"What I can do?"
Almost at the same time that Yata bowed his head, Fushimi's PDA sounded a ringtone.
He pulled it out and saw the name of the person that was calling. Shiro guessed the name.
"Is it Munakata-san?"
Fushimi directed his gaze towards Shiro, who was smiling. Before Fushimi's eyes, it looked like Munakata's mysterious smile.
He received the call without answering, and when he put the PDA to his ear, he heard Munakata's smiling voice.
"Please connect me to the "Silver King"."
He clicked his tongue instead of answering. As it was, he tossed his PDA towards Shiro.
The sudden release of the PDA made him panic, and he received it after several juggling. Shiro greeted Fushimi with a big smile.
"Thank you!"
Fushimi felt even more irritated by his innocent attitude.
In the macroscopic worldview of the "Kings", he was nothing more than a piece. He should have known, but it wasn't nice to see someone so above him.
With both hands in his pockets, Fushimi muttered as if he was vomiting.
"That is why he is called the "King"."
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Three "Kings" were gathered in that room.
"Third King, "Red Queen", Anna Kushina."
The girl closed her eyes quietly and sat quietly on the tatami.
"Fourth King, "Blue King", Reisi Munakata."
The young man observed the situation with a cold smile.
"And I, the First King, "Silver King", Adolf K. Weismann, Isana Yashiro."
The boy looked at the two of them alternately and nodded calmly.
"A group of prominent people gather around the same table... it's like a round-table conference."
And at that moment, Yata, who was right behind Anna, stomped down as if he couldn't take it anymore.
"A round table is a chabudai! This one is square!"
Receiving a reasonable remark, Shiro scratched his head and laughed.
"Sorry. But this was the only table we had."
"That's not the problem! We can't gather so many people, so there must be a better place! Why is the room so small!"
Yata's point was also valid, and it was stifling to have a total of 9 people, 3 people from each faction, in one room. The reason why Kuro suddenly stood up and opened the window was probably to change the air, even a little. It would be no laughing matter if the "King" collapsed from lack of oxygen.
Fushimi, who was standing behind Munakata, let out a sigh.
"It's like stuffed sushi. Don't make a fuss, it's hot."
"This is the formality, sloppy blue clothes!"
"I guess it's the same for you guys. Just like last year, it would be a nuisance if the thugs came in disorderly, so I purposely came to fix it."
"What?!"
Yata leaned forward in a fight, and Kusanagi grabbed his arm.
"Yata-chan, it's a place for VIP attendance. Can you hold it back for a bit?"
Almost at the same time, Awashima looked at Fushimi.
"Fushimi, please refrain from pointless provocations."
"I'm sorry."
Fushimi's apology lacked sincerity, but Yata remained silent. They weren't there to fight. At least, that was the common understanding of all.
At that moment, a timid voice entered from outside the room.
"Um... I'm sorry..."
A girl appeared who is a friend of Kuro and Neko, and a former friend of Shiro, Kukuri Yukizome. She was holding a large tray filled with tea for the number of people. Shiro smiled and thanked her.
"Thank you very much, Kukuri. I'm sorry you're doing all the work."
Originally, Shiro as the host should have entertained them. Kukuri, who appeared there by chance, said, "Is there anything I can do for you?", so Shiro could focus on the meeting.
Kukuri laughed happily and started arranging the tea on the table.
"Okay. Kuro-kun and Wagahai-chan finally got to see Shiro. It seems they don't want to leave."
Kuro cleared his throat awkwardly.
"This isn't that kind of thing, it's like a three-on-three form of conversation..."
"That's right, I can't leave you anymore!"
Without hesitation, Neko hugged Shiro and rubbed his cheek. Shiro and Kukuri let out a wry smile.
At that moment, Munakata moved.
He slowly raised his glasses and silently looked at Shiro. With just that gesture, the air in the place that was about to be released tightened with a crack.
"It's about time for the round table... no, shall we start the "Chabudai Conference", "Silver King", Adolf K. Weismann?"
Perhaps reading the atmosphere, Kukuri slowly slipped out of the room. Shiro turned to Munakata with a smile on his face as Kukuri gave a small wave and left.
"As for me, just call me Isana Yashiro, "Blue King" Reisi Munakata. "Red Queen" Anna Kushina, thank you very much for answering my sudden call."
Anna opened her eyes and smiled softly.
"I don't care. I wanted to repay your clan for their help."
"Nyahaha, Anna, thank you!"
Neko waved at Anna who also waved back. However, Munakata cut off the communication between the pretty girls.
"In that line of reasoning, I think we are forced to deal with the consequences... Well, let's put that aside for now."
Munakata turned her thoughtful gaze towards Shiro and asked a question.
"What is the purpose of setting up this meeting?"
On the other hand, Shiro simply smiled.
"I can't believe someone like you wouldn't have expected that."
"......"
Munakata's eyes narrowed. However, the one who answered his question was another "King".
"Countermeasures against the Green Clan. Nothing more."
Shiro nodded his head at the words that Anna leaked out.
"Good answer. It's an item on the agenda, but we have a reason to discuss it again here now."
Saying "reason" was discouraging in every sense of the word.
But Shiro had to say that. Unless everyone clearly recognizes that they are in a different setting, such a meeting would be pointless.
Saying that, Shiro breathed in and breathed out calmly.
"The second king, the "Golden King", Daikaku Kokujoji, is dead."
Shiro watched intently as the weight of those words slowly permeated the room.
Of course, the "Kings", Awashima, Fushimi, Kusanagi and Kuro seemed to have a clear understanding of the meaning and consequences of that fact. The only ones who didn't understand well were Neko and Yata, but they didn't say anything.
What Shiro paid attention to the most was Munakata's reaction.
"I see."
Looking slightly down, Munakata muttered a bit.
"Japan... no, the "Dresden Slate", which has hidden influence throughout the world, and the loss of the strongest "King" who is the pillar of the ruling system."
Munakata currently manages the "Dresden Slate". That means that all the responsibilities of the society fall on his shoulders.
The current social system was created by none other than the "Golden King", and the only way to act as his representative is by exercising royal authority. The "Blue King", the symbol of order, would be suitable for that, but Shiro could only imagine how strong the pressure would be.
Awashima muttered with a strong sense of concern.
"After all, the recent activation of the Green Clan..."
"Lieutenant... without the "Golden King", the "Green King" has nothing to fear. Ambitions and power no longer need to be suppressed."
Kusanagi raised his hand slightly and asked a question.
"But they were looking for you, did you hear that? Isn't that different from being afraid of you too?"
"I'm not a direct threat like the "Golden King", I guess. It's probably because I have the power to influence the "Slate" which is the core of its ambition, and the power of "immutability" which contradicts its "change"."
"We don't know when, where, or how it will be used, so are you saying you're a wild card?"
"Yes. The "Golden King" knew about it, so he hid me until he passed away..."
The "Golden King" Daikaku Kokujoji. For half a century, he was the only man he could call a friend.
Kokujoji tried to use the power awakened by Shiro for good to save that country. To save many people from suffering. He was carrying a load too great for one person to carry.
At the end of his life, he also tried to save Shiro. He truly cared for the man who had shunned his responsibility and placed it on him.
Daikaku Kokujoji was a strong, big and kind man.
With a slight shake of her head, Shiro dismissed the momentary feeling towards his friend.
"And now they have brought me out. From now on, the Green Clan will not hesitate to play while calculating how the joker will be used."
"To counter that, will the remaining three kings go against the Green Clan?"
"Yes."
Munakata muttered with a thoughtful face.
"Because there is no longer an absolutely strong "Golden King"... is that so?"
"What are you saying?"
Fushimi and Awashima, standing behind him, looked at Munakata with questioning eyes. Munakata answered clearly without looking back.
"Ok. Protecting order is the cause of our Blue Clan, "Scepter 4"."
"Captain! But are you sure?"
It was Awashima who quickly raised her voice.
The reaction is natural. "Homura", including Anna, were the opponents of "Scepter 4" in a large-scale conflict. At that moment, Munakata had the former "Red King" Suoh Mikoto in his hand. The "Homura" side couldn't understand how they were taking it.
Still, there was no hesitation in Munakata's expression.
"Awashima-kun, we were also busy dealing with the Green Clan. If we can get powerful reinforcements, then let's dare to accept some friction."
"Reisi."
The one who called out to him was Anna, sitting right in front of Munakata.
"I told you, I don't want to say thank you."
"......"
"But I also said that it was what Mikoto wanted, so I don't hate you. The Red Clan will fight alongside the Silver Clan and the Blue Clan. In the name of the Red King."
"I understand."
Faced with Anna's gaze filled with sincere determination, Munakata only replied that.
In response to that, the two Red Clan executives raised their voices in agreement.
"Three clans fighting together. Well, under the current circumstances, there is no reason to object."
"So let's beat all the green guys! We'll make it!"
Kusanagi muttered calmly and Yata raised his fist. Seeing that, Shiro breathed a sigh of relief.
If there is no resentment on "Homura's" side, the three-clan alliance will work out well. If the clan of "Scepter 4", "Homura" and as yet unnamed Shiro move under the same control, they should be able to keep up with the unseen "Jungle" clan.
However, Shiro had another concern.
He silently observed the state of Reisi Munakata, the "Blue King".
He could only guess what kind of thoughts were lurking behind that intelligent expression. Still, considering what had happened so far, he was definitely the key person in that alliance.
Reisi Munakata is the "king" of regicide.
Shiro knows all too well what triggers a regicide charge. In addition, Munakata also manages the "Dresden Slate". Being exposed to "Jungle" attacks, all clues of the events so far have been concentrated on Reisi Munakata.
What is he thinking and how is he trying to handle the situation? Shiro had to confirm that.
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He never thought that would happen.
Kusanagi couldn't contain those thoughts as he slowly walked down the stairs of the bedroom with Anna.
Fighting together with "Scepter 4". A year ago it would have been unimaginable, and after that it would have been abominable to even imagine. If "Jungle" hadn't made such a provocation, he doesn't think it would have been an option even now.
After all, the "King" who rules the Blue Clan is the man who killed Suoh Mikoto.
He understands that it was inevitable fate. But understanding and feeling are often separate creatures. The "Homura" guys are more or less unhappy about being associated with the blues. The reason he didn't reveal it was because Anna was the one who made the decision and Kusanagi was the one who complied.
If Kusanagi agrees, no one can object. Because Kusanagi is the last of the top three.
Suddenly, a feeling of nostalgia rose in Kusanagi's chest.
(Me, Mikoto and Totsuka. "Homura" was a clan of only those three.), Kusanagi thought.
People gradually gathered in the small place they created. Some were drawn to Suoh Mikoto's overwhelming strength, others were touched by Totsuka Tatara's warm kindness and decided that "Homura" was their place. In doing so, "Homura" took shape.
Then Totsuka Tatara died.
As if he was chasing after him, Suoh Mikoto also passed away.
People disappeared from "Homura", like a comb with a missing tooth. He can't blame them. The clansmen swear allegiance to the King. But if there is no "King", there will be no meaning or reason to belong to the clan.
The "Homura" of today is not the "Homura" of the past. Kusanagi was the only one left from the start. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel sad about it.
But...
"Counterattack! I'll make those green bugs fly!"
"No Blood! No Bone! No Ash!"
Outside the dormitory, Yata and the clansmen were raising their spirits with their fists. Kusanagi let out a wry smile at the sight that hadn't changed since the old days.
He wondered what Suoh and Totsuka would say if they saw them now.
Mikoto could just smile slightly and not say anything.
Totsuka could happily blend in with them and raise their fists together.
Both are nothing more than Kusanagi's imagination. But even if they were there, they wouldn't deny the current "Homura". That's all he could say for sure.
What they did is still there.
While he was thinking about such things, Kusanagi separated from his companions and slowly walked away.
"As soon as the special mission returns to the garrison, check the alert posture."
"By the time the person in charge of the Red Clan arrives, prepare a reception system on this side."
"Yes!"
Under the command, the members of "Scepter 4" began preparations for withdrawal with rapid movements.
It is a well-controlled movement. Now that he thought about it, it was the first time he had watched their movements so closely. "Homura", who solves all problems with their spirit and drive, is unmatched in terms of control.
(And so on...), Kusanagi thought as he puffed on purple smoke.
"Well, I'm the only person in charge, but well, Seri-chan."
Kusanagi called out to Seri Awashima, the person in charge of "Scepter 4", who was next to him. Awashima responded to Kusanagi with a thoughtful look, as she was nicknamed "Woman of the Tundra".
"I look forward to your work. More importantly, what are you going to do with those documents?"
He immediately had an idea of what Awashima was referring to.
"Ah, I was on the fence about that, but I decided to give it to the "Silver King"."
Awashima's eyes shifted to Kusanagi.
"Yes."
After saying that, Awashima kept her mouth shut.
(Hm...), Kusanagi thought.
He was sure that he would listen to even a single complaint. Those documents, the research materials for the "Dresden Slate", would not have been possible without Awashima's cooperation. It was not an exaggeration to say that half of the property belongs to Awashima and by extension "Scepter 4". He did not think that the puritanical Awashima would consent to give it to a third party.
Kusanagi stared at Awashima's profile.
Hard and cold, but somewhere inside, hesitation lurked. Her silent and unspoken gaze seemed to be fixed on Munakata, who had yet to appear at the entrance to Gakuenjima's dormitory.
Kusanagi also directed his attention to the bedroom.
Reisi Munakata. The man who killed Suoh Mikoto.
Every time he sees that man, his heart trembles, not for reason, but for emotion. However, Munakata is also a "King", and there are many who worship him. Awashima's gaze, looking at Munakata now, was probably the same one he had towards Suoh a year ago.
That's why Kusanagi muttered as he looked ahead.
The "Silver King" is the first "King". If you leave it to me, it won't look bad."
Awashima also muttered without meeting Kusanagi's eyes.
"I hope so."
Kusanagi inhaled the cigarette smoke and exhaled again.
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"Munakata-san."
Shiro prevented Munakata from leaving the entrance where the setting sun was shining.
He looked back. There was no expression on his face. Narrowing his eyes behind his glasses, Munakata opened his mouth nonchalantly.
"Do you still need something, Isana Yashiro?"
"Are you now managing the "Slate" instead of the "Golden King"?"
It was more of a confirmation than a question. The information that "Scepter 4" was going in and out of Mihashira Tower, where the "Dresden Slate" was kept, was also heard by Shiro through the rabbit.
Munakata naturally affirmed that.
"What about that? Since there are no other suitable candidates, I think it's a natural role."
"How far did you go with the "Slate"...?"
"Not as far as you, the "King" of the Beginning, but that's something."
Shiro didn't know how far that "something" was.
Even Shiro hadn't caught the full picture of Reisi Munakata, the "Blue King". It was clear to him that just because someone was a "King" didn't necessarily mean they were good, even without recalling the examples of the "Fox Mask" and Kagutsu Genji.
The ''Slate'', the source of supernatural powers, is accompanied by great power.
The problem is how those who manage the "Slate" will handle it.
"Are you going to be the second... Daikaku Kokujoji?"
"......"
Munakata remained expressionless and did not reply.
It seemed to Shiro that it was both affirmation and denial.
Shiro who found it knows the weight of "Slate" better. How painful it would be to bear it alone. If so, he might be able to help.
Shiro stepped forward and withdrew.
"If you don't mind, I'll help run the "Slate" as well."
"You who ran away once, do you want me to count on you?"
Without even hearing the ending, Munakata said that to him to push him away.
"......!"
Shiro held his breath.
There are innumerable mistakes he has made, and two things weigh heavily on his mind.
Waking up the "Slate".
And then, he irresponsibly left the "Slate" that he had awakened.
He still wanted to right the irreparable mistake. That is why Shiro has once again returned to this land.
But... Munakata didn't seem to allow even that.
"If it is a countermeasure against the Green Clan, I would greatly appreciate your cooperation. Well then, excuse me."
Munakata looked ahead and left. His back was stiff and cold, and it seemed he would never speak to him again.
A while after Munakata disappeared, Shiro asked with a big sigh.
"I wonder if this is also cause and effect... isn't it, Kuro?"
He looked behind him. From behind the wall, he could see the worried faces of Kuro and Neko.
"You realized?"
"Shiro!"
Neko hugged Shiro and looked up with wet eyes.
"Were you bullied by that bespectacled boss?"
Shiro smiled and answered.
"I'm fine, it's nothing."
"Really? Hey, is it really nothing?"
Shiro gently stroked Neko's hair who persistently asked him. After that, he turned to Kuro and reluctantly shook his head.
"In fact, I ran away. Even at that time, I didn't do what I could have done, and I was drifting in the sky the whole time."
"......"
Kuro couldn't answer that question. All he knows is Isana Yashiro, not Adolf K. Weismann.
"That's why I decided not to run away this time, but to face him."
Shiro's decision is known only to Shiro. Hearing those words that sounded like he was talking to himself, Kuro hardened his expression and placed his hand on his chest.
What he took out of there was a tape recorder.
Both Shiro and Neko had a blank expression on their faces. He had a bad feeling about it. In the affirmative, Kuro nodded once and pressed the switch on the recorder.
"One step at a time, jumping towards the path you chose, that's all you need."
What is recorded there is a series of haikus composed by Ichigen Miwa, who was Kuro's teacher and the previous "Colorless King". Kuro closed his eyes as if he gritted his teeth and spoke with a serious tone.
"Every time I hear it, it's a wonderful phrase...! Listen, Shiro. In other words, people have no choice but to follow the path they believe in, one step at a time, but never forget the fun and the fantasy of skipping at any time."
"Spooky!"
"What?!"
In response to Shiro's sincere reaction, Kuro's eyes widened in anger, but he breathed out his anger and pointed to the bedroom stairs.
"Go back to your room. There's horse mackerel and miso soup today."
"Hurrah!"
Neko raised her hands in joy and jumped down the stairs. Shiro said in a low voice as he walked with Kuro.
"...Thank you, Kuro."
"Hm."
"Both of us, let's go quickly! I'm hungry!"
"Yes."
With a wry smile, Shiro caught up with Neko.
"Oh, now that I think about it, my old room, did they even make repairs and a transfer contract to you guys?"
"I have to thank them for creating a place for you to return to."
"It was all thanks to the Lieutenant."
"Thank you, Lieutenant!"
Such a casual conversation made Shiro very happy. It was because he felt that he had finally returned to the place where he should return.
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krongulous · 11 months
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Ok so I have an idea for victory roads villains. like just hear me out:
The villain is a really old Kibayama Douzen and Gojou Masaru.
After Zero were beaten and Fifth Sector disbanded, they spent the time in-between GO and VR trying to figure out a way to reclaim their grasp on the football world, until they finally came to a conclusion, why not use the very team that have a habit of overcoming the odds, no matter how great.
Hell Gojou would know this first hand since he’d been watching Kidou from the shadows all through out the original trilogy, even after joining Raimon.
So Kibayama would change his identity (probably not to anything too subtle because this is IE we’re talking about, he’d become MOUNTUS BATTENPINK) to become the coaches for Raimon, ejecting Shindou from his coaching position (I imagine him or Tenma would take up the job similar to how Endou did in GO) and then they’d use their old Fifth Sector coaching methods to turn Raimon into elite footballing soldiers, which is why Endou Haru is treated like some kind of menace in the trailers.
I know they probably won’t bring back a 55 year old Kibayama as the villain, they’ll somehow find a way to make Kageyama the villain again, but I think this could work as an actual plot twist at the end, maybe as like an au or something but the idea of one of the Fifth Sector coaches trying to rise back into power is an interesting concept to me.
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sanemisfleshlight · 1 year
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A Quiet Classroom
kinktober day twelve
Saturo Gojou x student!reader
disclaimer: reader is in her third year and is eighteen.
warnings: semi-public sex, gagging, muzzle?, rough sex, lost virginity, cherry popping, blood, oral (f!receiving)
summary: after your sensei skillfully made you cum with his tongue many time, he takes charge in getting his nut, whatever it takes. Despite you being a virgin. ;)
A/N: if you enjoy my work feel free to make requests for any Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, & Fairy Tail characters
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It was after school hours, chairs already flipped onto there assigned desks. The lights to most classroom are off. With the exception of classes being used for clubs, or teachers staying finishing up grading for the end of the year. The halls and classrooms for the most part were quiet. The gaming club reserved the computer lab, for a super smash bros tournament for the last day of school. The rest of the halls classes were dark, quiet, & empty. With an exception of one classroom. It was a couple doors away from the lab, that one was still dark and.. somewhat quiet. But not empty as all…
You’re bent over the teachers desk, legs shaking with sweat dropping from your brow. Your moans would be echoing throughout the hallway. If it weren’t for your panties balled up in your mouth. With you trying your best not to be gagging on them. While your sensei, Saturo Gojou fucking you like your a bitch in heat.
Everything escalated so quick for you to be at this point, under your sensei. You originally came to your sensei’s class to say goodbye and thanks for being a great teacher. Since you’ve finally graduated, you wanted to see your favorite teacher before you go. And well your sensei wanted to say goodbye in his own way, with his tongue of course. Only the best for his favorite student he’s been lusting for. He said goodbye in his own way until you came for the third time. But after that Gojou sensei felt he was owed his own parting give.
Your skirt is flipped over your ass. Gojou-sensei’s hands are digging to your ass so hard, you can feel the crescent shape of his nails marking you. His pinning your hips deep into the desk to keep it rattling. As he plunges in and out of you with all his might. Your biting into your panties, as continuous muffled moan pour into them. The rubbing of his cock against your wall hurt but in a good way. In a way that your walls are fluttering against him.
He knows he should be gentle and all. I mean you just confessed that you were a virgin before all of this. But after watching you face contort in pleasure, as you moaned against his big hand when he was eating you out earlier. To when you were frantically whispering him to stop while you tried to push his head away. Because you thought you were going to pee. When you really squirted all over his face and hair. Had his cock scraping against his zipper so bad, definitely not a good day to go commando. Any common sense and empathy was thrown out the window, once he flipped you over. Getting a good look of your ass, and dripping cunt for him.
But now that this moment he’s on a mission to finally fill up his star student. He’s biting his lip hard to keep from moaning out himself. The only think you can hair from him other then his hips and balls slapping against you. Are low deep growls from his chest. He really is fucking you shamelessly, like two dogs mating.
At this point your loosing the balance in legs, your brain is going dumb from his aggressive pace he’s set. But what really gets you is when pulls his cock completely out of you. Just to slam it back in with so much momentum. That your feel a sharp pain, and the gush of liquid. Making you screech in the panties. Your sensei would scold you for not being quiet, if the gaming club didn’t have loud cheering spilling into the hallway.
As he continues to fuck you he can see blood spilling from your cunt, and coating his cock and balls. He falters his pace for a moment. Before he lets out a teasing laugh. Before bending down to whisper in your ear. “Looks like your Cherry has finally been popped”. At this point your exhausted, your brain has gone dumb, your eyes are half lidded. And your also starting to loose your balance.
Since Gojou is determined to get his nut, he flips your over on your back. Puts your tired legs over his shoulders. To continue his paces, while you scramble your hands around the desk. Looking for something to clutch onto when your settle for the edge of the desk about your head. With this angle somehow he’s hitting more sweet spots them before. Making a flurry of loud moans seems through the panties in your mouth. Too loud for your sensei’s liking. So he puts his hand over the panties and your mouth. Leaving you only to be able to breathe through your nose. With the panties being pushed down your mouth more. Making you gag against them and his hand.
At this point your eyes are rolled back into your head. Your tots are bouncing in a fury. Your blood is spreading through your thighs and his. That sight is the thing that finally sets Gojou to the edge. As he’s finally being able to reach his high. He pushes your legs off him. As he bury his cock as deep as he can in your cunt. While he wraps his arms around your hips, holding them up to him. Stilling himself and you, as his cum fills your cervix and cunt.
Once he’s finished, he pulls himself while stroking himself at the sight of you. A shit eating grin, seeing you like this. Since it’s totally out of your character. The cum and blood seeping from your cunt, gives an almost pinkish color. The panties in your mouth soaked with your saliva and cum. He feels honored that he was able to take your virginity.
Him wanted to see more of you. He lowers his face to yours. Pulling your panties from your mouth. The moment he did your panting for air. “How would you like it, if I gave you an F. So we can see each other for summer school?. He says smoothly in your ear. “I” you gasp for air, “I’d very much like that”. “Like that, what?” He repeats back at you, reminding you that your forgot something. You blush so hard you feel your face is like on fire. “I’d very much like that, Sensei” making Gojou smile and pat your head gently “Gold girl”
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kaibutsushidousha · 7 months
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Now that all of Megumi Fushiguro's Shikigamis have been revealed, can you talk about the myth of the Tokusa no Kandakara they're based on? I could find a list of them on Japanese Corpus but nothing that mentions what each of them do, so I have no idea how deeply each correlates to their Shikigami.
Huh, I hadn't noticed in the chapter that Gojou namedropped Mourning Tiger as an Agito component. Yeah, that's all of them now, even if the last one had to be introduced in such a lame and unceremonious way.
Ok, by the ask's wording, I can guess you already know the basics. There are 10 treasures. 4 jewels, 3 scarves, 2 mirrors, and 1 sword. The 10 treasures are known for their 10 symbols, and these symbols can be found in (most of) Megumi's 10 shadows.
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The 10 treasures come in thematic pairs, as you probably can see from their similar symbols. Normally I'd be going over them in the logical order of 4-3-2-1, but since one of the 3 scarves is paired with the sword, I'll do 4-2-3-1.
The 4 jewels are the 4 symbols in the middle of the image. Clockwise, they're the Jewel of Turning Back on Death (Jewel of Ressurection), Jewel of Turning Back on the Road, Jewel of Plenty, and Jewel of Life. Despite the matching symbols and name patterns in the left two and right two, their thematic pair is with the top two representing life and death, and the bottom two representing mind and body.
Anyway, we hit our first problem with the Divine Dogs. The black dog has the symbol of the Jewel of Turning Back on Death and the white dog has the symbol of the Jewel of Turning Back on the Road. The Totality dog can't settle the debate because it has both. All other shadows map up to the other treasures, so the process of elimination says that if only one of the jewels represents both dogs, the other represents the off-screen tiger. Not much to work with here, sorry.
The other two are the Jewel of Life on Great Serpent's forehead and the Jewel of Plenty on the side of Tranquil Deer's neck. Let's start with the life-death pair.
1) The Jewel of Turning Back on Death is the treasure of death. Often simplified to Jewel of Ressurection because the name sure is a mouthful if you commit to the name pairing with the mind treasure. It's a jewel known for the sharp spike on its bottom half. Its power is to resurrect the dead. To do so, you need to place the jewel on the corpse's chest, hold your hands out, and repeatedly chant the Yura Yura no Furube until it works. Assuming this one is the Divine Dogs, this is probably represented in how Totality was created by White resurrecting within Black. If this one is the Funeral Tiger instead, well, I suppose the Funeral in the name is going to mean something.
2) The Jewel of Life is the treasure of life. It's a jewel known for the sharp spike on its top half. It grants energy and vitality. You're supposed to be holding this jewel when you're sending your wish to a god or when you need to interpret the words of a god. It enables you to hear the words of gods inside your head. It's a jewel of light meant to bring humans and gods together. Great Serpent is just a big attacker, so I can't find any connection between it and its jewel. It does have an ability Agito inherited, so maybe it will show it off along with the tiger's power.
3) The Jewel of Plenty is the treasure of the body. A set of three jewels pointing up. It grants you perfect health with no physical damage. This part matches up with Tranquil Deer being the healer shikigami. But in another (cooler) version, the Jewel of Plenty grants every wish. You're supposed to place the Jewel of Plenty in your left hand and hold the Eight-Handled Sword in your right to wish for the prosperity of your nation.
4) The Jewel of Turning Back on the Road is the treasure of the mind. A set of three jewels pointing down. It holds off distancing souls from going away and returns them to the place they originally lived. If you place this jewel 3cm above your navel and chant the Furube with your hand held out, you can seal or kill evil spirits. This is how Funeral Tiger can get rid of Sukuna and bring Megumi back, maybe?
The two mirrors are the pair on the left corner of the image. You can find the Mirror of the Deep symbol on Toad's belly and the Mirror of the Shore symbol on Max Elephant's forehead. They share a distance theme, representing far and near.
5) The Mirror of the Deep is the treasure of far. A bronze bell that is a mirror on the outside. The mirror shows you what is far. It brings honor and glory. You're supposed to keep this mirror in a tall place. This mirror is considered an avatar of the sun. The world's lawcode is written on the bell's inside, so you can use it as a moral guide. Megumi uses Toad's tongue to draw distant things close, so that's the connection, I guess?
6) The Mirror of the Shore is the treasure of near. A bronze bell that is a mirror on the inside. The mirror shows you what is near. It brings honor and glory. You're supposed to keep this mirror always close to yourself. By seeing your own face in the mirror, you'll be able to tell apart your good will from your bad will. Breathing into the mirror then cleaning it up leads to self-improvement (polishing your reflected image -> polishing yourself). Then Max Elephant is Megumi's... projectile-shooting shadow. I feel like it and Toad would make more sense if they were swapped.
The 3 scarves are the 3 symbols on the right corner of the image. The rightmost two pair with each other for the earth-sky theme, and the more central one pairs with the sword that takes its same position on the opposite side of the image the purity-wickedness theme. Out of these, the only visible symbol in Megumi's shikigamis is the Bee Scarf on Piercing Bull's forehead. Mahoraga has the Eight-Handled Sword directly namedropped on its full name, so no problem here either. But Nue and Rabbit Escape have no visible symbol, so their placement is deduced based on their abilities.
7) The Snake Scarf is the treasure of earth. A long, feminine scarf in the shape of an asterisk. It's an exorcism tool that drives away crawling plagues, such as snakes. And if you're bitten by a non-crawling plague, it will cure you of their toxins. Before it became an anti-serpent divine tool, it was made to be used as a waist apron to protect one's lower parts from molten steel in ancient iron-forging rituals. Later, as it gained divine power, it became a defense against wicked spirits crawling on the ground. Nue fits with this one since its ability is to escape ground threats by fleeing to the sky.
8) The Bee Scarf is the treasure of the sky. A long, feminine scarf in the shape of an X. It's an exorcism tool that drives away flying plagues, such as bees. And if you're bitten by a non-flying plague, it will cure you of their toxins. You can fight off wicked spirits from the skies by flapping the scarf at them or by hiding yourself under the cloth. You can also seal off wicked spirits and impurities by covering them with this cloth. The only association I can make with the Piercing Bull is cloth flapping->bullfighting.
9) The Scarf of Various Things is the treasure of purity. A long, feminine, expensive-looking scarf with a gaping hole in the shape of an X. It's a purifying tool, capable of exorcizing away anything wicked. You can purify various things by placing them atop the scarf. The Jewel of Turning Back on Death's resurrection ritual requires the dead or the diseased to be lying down with this scarf as a makeshift blanket. It can also be used to hide your valuables from demons, which I believe is the main use that inspired Rabbit Escape.
10) The Eight-Handled Sword is the treasure of wickedness. A sword with eight grips forming a wheel, much like Mahoraga's own wheel of the Dharma. It dispels evil and restores law and order via violent conquest. But aside from its ability to slay evil spirits, it's also a sword used to wish for peace and tranquility in your nation, as alluded to in the Jewel of Plenty section.
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Yui x Itadori AU!Crossover JJK/DL/¿Gojou or Sukuna?
This is the translation of a question from my inbox, which just talks about the AU Crossover of JUJUTSU KAISEN and Diabolik Lovers, with Yui being saved and having a cute romance with the JJK main character, Itadori :3, right?
I definitely like to think of this Au where Yui's partner is defined by the reader (although my personal favorite is Itadori) so the potential to write about Gojo with an older Yui is a tantalizing prospect (and realistic considering how the clan Gojo acts).
Gojo may or may not have been the one who saved Yui from the vampires in the first place, so from the beginning Yui would hold him in high esteem, not only for saving her but because she would quickly realize how strong he is and be inspired in a certain way. especially after realizing that even though Gojo comes from a strong clan, he's only human, he can die like her and still can with the monsters that terrorized her for years. That helps not to put him on a pedestal but in turn want to learn from him.
We all know that Gojo is not very fond of weak people, but I imagine that he interacts a lot with Yui in order to ensure that no one tries to kidnap her again, which leads to them getting to know each other better and understanding the context of what happened with the diaboys. , which leads to him respecting Yui more and not seeing her as someone "weak" but rather as a victim who did what was necessary to survive.
I imagine Gojo is very supportive of Yui getting over her trauma with the Diaboys, either by trying to warm her up by using her Normally loud and fun personality, but if that doesn't work, I think she could open up to her a bit to Let him see that he understands what it's like to go through something traumatic (this would be the most likely).
Yui has had birthdays in several Games, so I think she's definitely over 18 at the end of Lost Eden, so in Gojo's case, there wouldn't be much of a problem with the age difference. But even so, there is a different maturity difference and in personality, don't even talk about it, but it is partly a strong point.
Does anyone remember that SHIN dialogue in Dark fate?
"you told me this one day
"I am aware of how weak I am"
You're wrong.
You are not weak.
Aren't you stronger than anyone?
That's why I let your presence surround me, and I open myself to you"
It gives me a vibe that it would be something that Satoru would say to Yui, CHANGE MY MIND.
Besides, the dynamic with the boys would be hilarious, they wouldn't even believe that someone as adorable and good as Yui would be with someone like their sensei. I already mentioned it in the original post, but Yui is a mommy friend, so I wouldn't be surprised if Nobara, Meugmi, and Itadori see her as such, and totally ignore Satoru when he wants to be seen as a dad.
Taking a bit from gaming canon, Yui knows how to cook, I'm talking about soups, big plates for the Sakamakis (6 people) and most importantly BAKED GOODS DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW DIFFICULT IT IS TO MAKE BAKED GOODS?? Apart from that they are delicious! Satoru becomes Yui's number one taster and brings her whatever she needs to cook to her liking, he helps from time to time so that it isn't so heavy, but you have to be careful that it doesn't end up in a flour fight.
GojoxYui is definitely something fun to imagine with the perfect amount of fluff and angst, the complete package.
NOW, with Sukuna I have mixed feelings, I really like the "bad REALLY BAD x pure person" trope, other than (in my perspective) Sukuna wouldn't want to kill Yui because of how useful she would be, which is already a good start, BUUUUUUT, I honestly can't imagine this relationship being healthy, don't get me wrong, I like it, but it would be hard to get anything out of Fluff without a Yandere background or something.
As I said in the original post, Sukuna at first would see Yui more as a trophy than as a person, but he wouldn't kill her for how valuable she is, both Sorcerers and Curses would want her, but only HE could have her because he is THE KING of curses. Now, I don't think Sukuna wanted to use Yui to get stronger because of Ego, he thinks he's invincible and for the most part he is. Does anyone assume that he needs a human to be powerful? Instant death.
I think I would only develop a greater interest in Yui if she makes the first move, I mean, Yui has already been around disturbed people (and even interacting with KarlHeinz before) so she wouldn't be as scared as the average person would be, since seen death before, unless Sukuna did something really barbaric in front of her or I tried to kill her(VERY unlikely). That probably catches Sukuna's attention and he wants to know more about her (like the interest she has for Megumi with a plus of constant interaction).
I talked about this a bit with my sister and maybe Yui will be able to get (probably not on purpose) into Sukuna's innate domain when she sleeps (like when she dreamed of Eden in More Blood) and thus interact more with him. I imagine Yui very curious about what Sukuna was doing before being sealed, which would 1. Raise the ego of this mf and 2. The esteem towards Yui increases.
When I say this would be a bit difficult without putting on the Yandere vibes, I really mean it, for a deeper friendship/crush point, Sukuna most likely won't hesitate to kill what he sees as a potential problem for Yui, the bishops who sent her with the sakamakis? Dead Karlheinz? Dead, the Sakamaki? Oh how he would enjoy this, after knowing everything they did to Yui he would be merciful with their deaths and be proud of his work. He may or may not resort to some manipulation to get Yui to turn to the dark side to his side and never be the victim again, he makes sure of that.
If we talk about an AU where Sukuna has his own body or his true form, let's be honest, Yui wouldn't do anything against him as long as she survived, it worked for her before and it will work for him now. After all, she knows that pleasing someone with a sky-high ego is a good way to survive (ask the Diaboys) and Sukuna would be HAPPY about this, not only because it strokes his ego, but because Yui willingly stays by his side as as long as he fulfills certain conditions (leaving Seiji alive, for example, and yes, one day I will talk about him).
Already established, I would say that it would be a dynamic where although Yui does not participate in Sukuna's bad deeds, she does nothing to avoid it either, she accepts his nature and instead lives better compared to other humans. It's his little lamb, adorable and naive, but untouchable. Something too precious to harm, but not just for her blood.
It's like a new version of the White Rose for curses, the White Rose of the King of Curses. Surprisingly protective of Yui, having the context of what happened to her, he is wary of everyone except maybe Uraume, at least Yui has someone else to interact with.
The YuixSukuna is definitely something, he has the old DL undertones, a bit of a dark relationship, with Yandere undertones, but he is surprisingly comforting and ironically much more loving than all the diaboys.
If there was a love triangle between the three of them, I don't think, I'm not good at doing something like that per se, but I would definitely like to see it with someone who knows how to do that kind of thing. stage, but I'll see what the future holds.
Some other day I'll talk more about this AU and its bases, but for now I hope you enjoy it :3
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Hi Lele-san, what is the difference between Gojo's Curse technique lapse Maximum energy output and Geto's Maximum technique? They're both maximum output of cursed energy with two different names right?
(Also the shipping anon is so on point, thank you anon it should be common knowledge in anime fandom but western fans in every Asian media's fandom think they're superior to us and they get to dictate what's right or wrong. A lot of them are young and have no idea of fandom history let alone cultural. It's racist and the problem nowadays is that they don't get called out or shamed for it like they used to a few years ago. Everybody's too arrogant to see when they're wrong and they have to learn some things to be considered good people by those who aren't already their fans. If it makes sense. Everyone has those friends who support their bad behavior and they think "Since this is life for the next few years we don't have to think about the future when we have to talk to people in real world who will have a different reaction, world is going to hell and we can be jerks till the last day." It's called doomerism, they have no hope so they think they won't have to face any backlash offline. Sorry I went philosophical, it's not just a tiny part of this fandom it's everywhere and affects real people and our jobs, society, collective thinking etc too.)
Hi!
I think the japanese version is more clear on the difference between the two
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Maximum energy output in the original version is 出力最大 (jutsuryoku saidai, lit. "maximum output"). It's not actually another type of technique, just Gojou is exerting his Blue technique as high as he can, compared to his usual output.
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On the other hand, Maximum technique is originally 極ノ番 (goku no ban, lit. "extreme number"). Like domain expansion, it's another form of "peak" of one's curse technique. A curse technique user seems to only can master one of the peaks, either domain expansion or maximum. Only Jogo who can do both so far.
(I don't want to further this discourse but anyway, yeah. If only the western fandom can just leave everyone alone, it'll be better. But they likes to police stuff. We're here just to have fun)
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I Cherish You, Halcyon Days: i.
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“You’re gonna die, kid. In the worst way possible.”
tags: afab!reader (she/her), angst, slow burn
pairing: gojou x reader + onesided!getou x reader
summary: You’re 15 years old when you’re told you’re going to die. You’re 17 years old when you realize who your killer will be. And you’re 17 years old when you make peace with the fact you wouldn’t want it any other way.
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"[First]... [First]. Hey wake up!"
You blink blearily, just barely catching your chin with your palm. "Sorry," you mumble, closing your eyes once more. You open them once more when Shoko raps her knuckles against your desk again. "'m still kinda out of it."
Yours was the start to a very trying day.
First and foremost, you overslept and missed breakfast.
You were still tired.
And most irritating of all, you had a headache ー you forgot to drink water before and after going to bed, sue you.
While you're still cognizant, you whip out your phone to text your friends. What a waste, you sigh. There aren't any missions to go on today either. Originally your plan was to head out once classes were over for the day and meet up with your non-sorcerer friends in the city. Eat at Johnny's, maybe go to an arcade and watch a movie with the money you had leftover. With how you're feeling presently though, you much preferred laying down and immediately going to sleep. "This sucks," you fail to fight back on a yawn. "I wanted to see what's been going on with everybody from my old school too." You yawn again.
Me: I'm not gonna be able to make it, sorry. Can we meet up another time instead? Have fun without me (T^T)
Chinatsu: aww that sucks. Do you think you'll be free next weekend? We can do something for your birthday!
Your smile is small yet doubtful as you text back an 'I promised my aunt that I'd visit her next weekend to celebrate so it might be a while til then.'
If there's one simultaneous benefit and drawback to attending Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, it's that your schedule is sporadic enough that you it's never consistent what you might be doing on a day-to-day basis let alone week-to-week. Some mornings you'll find out classes are canceled for the next few days and other times you think you're home free to bullshit for the weekend only for Fujioka-sensei to pop up and say you and Shoko have a mission that'll take up the entirety of your free time. As far as your old friends from Tsubame High were concerned though, you somehow got yourself a scholarship for a bigshot religious school with a limited number of students and hellish expectations for said students.
"Look at [First] getting herself into some fancy rich kid private school," Tooru said when you broke the news to your friends you'd known since middle school that you'd be transferring to Tokyo Jujutsu Tech.
Chinatsu: Look at [First], not having too much time for the little people!
"It's pretty unusual for you to sleep in," Shoko's comment brings you out of your nostalgic stupor.
Me: Yeah who are you again?
"Yeah, I know," once you quickly type in your reply, you finally shove your phone back into your pants pocket. If there's a definitive benefit to attending Tokyo Tech, it's the customizable uniforms. You went for the boys uniform at this particular school. It felt like it would be the most practical decision when you'd be running around fighting cursed spirits. And with it being fall, the winter solstice being a couple weeks away, wearing pants felt like the best long term investment you could have come up with. Not to mention, you looked good in it. "It's not like I had any trouble getting to sleep though."
"Bad dream?"
"I don't know I can't remember it," you shrugged trying to recall whatever it was you were dreaming about. It's all hazy, not even the most significant parts scratching at your brain coming through the fog. "I don't think it was bad though. Maybe it was about my husband. I'm still mad they killed off his character in Anaconda 2 last year, can you believe that shit? He was the finest dude in the movie!" When you hear a snicker coming from your right, you shoot a glare towards the culprit with snowy white hair. "Like Inoue Waka even knows who you are, please shut up."
"At least my celebrity crush lives in my country," Gojou snickers back with a shit-eating grin. "Running into Morris Chestnut in Japan? Doesn't seem all that likely. Ah the delusions of young children."
"You are literally only two days older than me, you are making this way too big a deal."
Although Suguru releases a breath of exasperation, there's a smile gracing his features. "Well you can't be that tired if the two of you can bicker like this. Just try not to tear each other apart next week when the party hits. It's your special day after all."
Ah yes, the party. The brilliant idea that the first and second year teachers, Fujioka and Yaga, came up with on the fly yesterday on December 1st.
When you were told that there was a small number of students at this school, you didn't realize how little there would be going in. Among the first year students, you're quite literally only one of four. The previous second year student, Okita, died two months ago leaving the current number of second year students at 0. There's quite literally only two third year students in Utahime and Mei Mei. And as for 4th year students, there is only one ー Yamada.
The ratio of non-jujutsu sorcerer to sorcerer was shockingly out of balanced if there were only seven students at your school. Because of that, the teachers made sure to celebrate every student's birthday. A party, cake, presents, the whole shebang. No class, no missions. Just a day of setting up the dorms for a party while the one turning a year older had to either leave campus and wander around until it was time for their party, or sit around doing nothing around campus until someone came to get them.
It wasn't too long ago when you were all celebrating Shoko's birthday on the 27th of last month.
It was her party with her cake and her presents.
But you? The teachers had a special idea in mind for you. Because in a school of seven students where two of them were born within days of each other, why have two separate parties when you could make it one and cheapen the cost?
One party with one cake and a mixture of presents for you both to tear open at the same time.
Gojou is December 7th.
You're December 9th.
They'll just celebrate both on the 8th and call it a day.
When it came down to it, you understood the principle behind the plan. You could even get behind it. It's just that if somewhere to ask if you liked Gojou Satoru, your answer would be an irrevocable 'no'.
Hell, you'd answer 'no' even if no one did ask.
Gojou Satoru is impossible for you to like from his stupid sunglasses to his shit-eating grins. Even worse is his arrogance. Because apparently, there's no one in the world of jujutsu you were scouted into that didn't know who Gojou Satoru is. Born merely two days before you, Gojou Satoru's birth changed the state of the jujutsu world. "He's basically like the jujutsu sorcerer version of Jesus," Shoko explained when you asked why everyone seemingly made a big deal over him.
I don't like him at all.
You're the odd man out in your class, though, you begrudgingly force yourself to accept all over again during lunch. Despite your less than stellar review of the boy, Suguru and Shoko got along just fine with him.
Gojou had always been obnoxious about the fact you were born a couple days after him when you found out you shared a month of birth. It is just that with your birthdays being right around the corner of next week, he is being especially intolerable. He even came to wake you up this morning when you overslept, forcing Gojou Satoru and his blue eyes that were partially obscured by his sunglasses to be the first thing you saw that morning. Clearly a premonition that today was going to be a mess when he all but sang "morning, junior, you're gonna be late to class at this rate!"
By the gods, I wanna punch him so much. I don't care if he's Jujutsu Jesus, he just thinks he's hot shit because he has blue eyes.
At the very least, you can rest easy in knowing the fact that the feelings of dislike are mutual.
Gojou Satoru is strong, it's an irrefutable fact no matter how much you'd like to deny it. He's strong and in turn, the strong are the only ones Gojou respects. You apparently don't make the cut.
And that's fine. Strength came in all sorts of ways. (An argument the two of you have already had with one another where Suguru said you both would just have to agree to disagree.) You disliked Gojou Satoru but you could live with the fact that, at the very least, you were going to be stuck together for four years. Because even if he was strong, life sometimes paid you back with small moments of grace where someone put the golden boy of the Gojou Clan in his place.
"Just so you know, Takamatsu Akira is visiting again," Shoko's voice pulls you back into the present.
You raise an eyebrow at the unfamiliar name, "never heard of 'em."
"He's a sorcerer that can see glimpses of a person's future when he looks at them," Suguru answers in her stead over a sip of his oi ocha. "He's apparently at the school today for some sort of meeting."
"Hands off the goods," your eyes widen in amazement as you quickly smack away Gojou's hand from your lunch. "Really? And it's all accurate too?"
"He's a major asshole, though," the white-haired boy hisses with a pout. You roll your eyes. I'm not sure how reliable your words are if you of all people are calling someone an asshole. Your incredulousness must show on your face because Gojou's next words are, "seriously! He only tells people he thinks have interesting futures anything about it."
"And?"
"Satoru's just mad because apparently his future isn't interesting," Suguru smirks, smugly welcoming his best friend's unamused side eye. "He told me about mine though."
You bite back a snort when your curiosity to know Suguru's fortune wins. "What did he say about it?"
Suguru touched his chin thoughtfully, recalling back the day he met the seer. "He said that one day I'll be stuck at a crossroads between two paths and make a life changing decision," he pauses dramatically and you lean forward in anticipation. "That's all he told me though."
Damn it.
The brown-eyed boy chuckles but he shoots you a look of amused sympathy, "he never really tells you too much about it apparently. I was disappointed too."
"Did he ever tell you anything about your future, Shoko?" You ask your class' resident slacker.
Shoko shook her head, bob gently moving with her. "I'm one of the boring ones too," she says with a lazy wave of her hand. "Like Gojou."
"Don't worry, my friends," Suguru places a hand over his chest and bows with far too much grace and humility. "I alone will shoulder the burden of having an interesting future. Unlike Satoru."
You choke, unable to stop yourself from chortling this time. Whatever Gojou sputters in his self-defense, you don't hear it over the sound of your own laughter. "Maybe he'll tell me about my future too," you sigh when your giggles subside. You sincerely doubt it, but it's fun to think about the possibilities. I want an interesting life plot twist, like the reveal I'm actually a long-lost member of some royal family he just won't tell me which one.
"He'll probably stop by because you're here," Shoko rests her chin on her palm. You were the newest in your class, starting a month later than the rest. "He likes seeing if new students will have interesting futures ahead of them."
"Don't get too excited, [First]," Gojou quickly rains on your parade with a lot of arrogance for someone whose future is apparently so boring a seer won't even talk to him about it. "I'm the most interesting person in this place and he won't even talk to me. So who knows what sort of reaction you'll get."
"Oh quit being bitter that your future is gonna be boring, asshole," before any other quips and gripes can be exchanged, the class door slides open abruptly. You look over with a start, wondering if it's your teacher when you see it isn't. The man is a bit younger than Yaga but his hair is already graying and his eyes are a deep green reminiscent of pine trees. You have a feeling you already know who it is and grin. "You wouldn't happen to be Takamatsu Akira, would you? Gojou here was telling me about his boring future soー" you stop yourself with a shudder when you blinked and realized that man was in front of your face and much too close for comfort.
"Now that is something," the man blinks owlishly, eyes almost glowing in his amazement.
Your discomfort flies away faster than a seagull with someone else's lunch, "really?"
The man leans back with a grin and a snap of his fingers, "really, really."
With that you look at Gojou and stick out your tongue and he sticks his tongue in return.
[First] 1, Gojou 0.
Suguru chuckles and Shoko grins and all the while, Gojou flicks your forehead too quickly for you to react. "Look, hater, it isn't my fault that your future's boring, quit trying to rain on my parade," you snicker, batting your eyelashes. "Mr. Takamatsu, I'd really appreciate it if you could tell me about my future if you don't mind. Before the naysayers get more butthurt than they already are."
"You're gonna die, kid."
With four words, your blood freezes and you find yourself blinking once, twice slowly. It's the matching looks of shock and surprise on your classmates' faces that tells you you heard Takamatsu correctly. Stiffly, you look back at the seer hoping for that revelation to be nothing but a joke, but instead you find yourself looking at a maniacal grin. That grin feels more like a knife in your gut. "In the worst way possible."
The knife sinks deeper into your flesh, twisting.
"Hey," out of the four of you, Gojou is the one who finds his voice first.
Takamatsu ignores the boy with snow white hair as if he's nothing but a minor breeze, "But," he beams like he's only told you that he found a discount at the convenience store. "Because I like you so much, I'll let you ask three questions about it."
"O-okay," you stammer almost instinctively. Like a zombie, you find yourself stumbling onto your feet and Takamatsu nods at the door. These answers will be for you and you alone. You aren't sure what expression you wear on your face as you exit, nor the expressions of your peers. You can't bring yourself to look at them as you follow the future-seeing sorcerer into the halls of your school.
I'm going to die.
I'm going to die.
In the worst way possible.
It's only once you're relatively alone that the seer halts his walking in the middle of the hall to look at you. "Feel free to ask your questions," he tells you. "Your classmates shouldn't be able to hear, even if they keep looking out the door. So ask away," he reassures you, waving his hand nonchalantly.
You glance to your left and sure enough there are three heads leaning out of the door, staring straight at you both. You can't bring yourself to smile reassuringly before you return your gaze to the sorcerer in front of you.
Three questions.
Your first question can only be so obvious. "Howー how do I die?"
Takamatsu's amusement is sapped from his face at that question. "Really?" He yawns with a shake of his head. "That's what you're going to ask? That's quite boring."
Boring? Boring?! It's my life! "Yeah but-"
"You know what, fine," Takamatsu sighs, crossing his arms. He recalls his vision in his mind for a moment before he opens his lips. "You're going to be killed by someone precious to you. Ask me something more… riveting this time."
You blink slowly.
You're going to be killed by someone you care about.
When do I die?
Was it an accident?
On purpose?
Why would they want to kill me?
You don't think those are questions Takamatsu will find intriguing in the slightest. In a panic, you ask the most original question that enters your brain. "Do I die… angry at them?" No. Fucking. Shit, me. "Wait, that was dumb don't answer th-"
"Nope, it counts," Takamatsu clicks his tongue. Maybe it's payback for your first question being so predictable and unoriginal. "And my answer for that is no. Your heart will surprisingly bear no anger towards the person who kills you." A revelation that shakes you to the core. "Well, one question left to go, kid. No more mess ups, I'll take it even if it's something as a dumb as a repeat question."
"Okay, okay," you exhale nervously, biting your lip. I need to think.
You know yourself.
You're selfish at times, who isn't? If it really came down to it though, you know you'd always put someone else's life over your own. You can talk big, you can snort when you watch a movie and say 'yeah sorry, they'd be stuck on their own. I'm not dying in a situation like that, I'd wanna go home'. But you know yourself enough to know that despite thinking it, your feet would inevitably turn towards the other person. Maybe you'd die in the end but you know you'd try your damnedest to get them out.
Why else would you put yourself on the line fighting curses?
Curses were scary.
You'd seen them you're entire life, unable to explain why or what they are to the people around you. Some were tall, some were small and some were so grotesquely horrifying that it made Sadako and Freddy Kreuger look like kittens. Being able to literally shield yourself from them were a saving grace when Rejection came in. Those curses didn't attack often, no they mostly just hung about before choosing some random poor soul to haunt. You just didn't want one touching you or your parents.
Things got a bit better when they sent you to Japan for the summer with your aunt. Apparently that's what happens when you live in a country with a more stable and organized force of jujutsu sorcery. Or maybe it was, begrudgingly, because living in the home court of Jujutsu Jesus kept some curses from wilding out the way they did in your home country.
Either way, your parents relented when you begged for them to let you continue living in Japan with your aunt.
That's how you were prepared for the night your class' test of courage went to shit when a curse showed up and miraculously kept the list of mortal casualties at zero.
But I'd like to think that in a life or death fight where it's me or them, I'd choose me. You shake your head pushing the thought to the side. You almost forgot the most important detail. Your killer will be someone who matters to you. But I won't be mad about it. If it was life or death, I'd choose me. I know that. Stranger on the street or a lifelong sworn enemy. And I know if I was killed by someone I apparently care about, I'd definitely be bitter about it. I'm not that forgiving.
Future you isn't in agreement. Your eyes turn to the ground.
Is it a life or death fight situation or an accident? You open your mouth briefly before closing it again.
They're precious to me.
They're someone I care about.
But I won't be angry.
I mustn't have been trying that hard then, you wet your lips as a light bulb flickers deeply in the recesses of your mind. You couldn't have been. How else could your future self's lack of anger be justified? One day, there will be someone you care for so greatly that even in a life or death battle, you'd still choose them.
You raise your head to look into dark green eyes dancing with amusement, a grin accompanying them. The grin morphs from clear to distorted at the welling of tears in your eyes. I wasn't trying. "I must really love this person, don't I?"
Takamatsu's grin grows even wider, eyes flashing in pleasant surprise. "Yeah," he leans against the wall, crossing his arms. "It seems like you do."
Tears roll down your cheeks like streams into a river yet your arms hang loosely at your side. "That's three questions then," you murmur, throat constricting. You inhale slowly, hold your breath and release before wiping your eyes. "Thank you for answering my questions, Mr. Takamatsu. Lunch is gonna be over soon, so I'm gonna go finish eating now."
You bow before turning on your heel back to your class, your classmates are still there. You don't really care to receive their pity or empathy.
"I'm gonna die, it's gonna suck and that's all he really told me," you say before anyone can ask.
It's hours after classes have ended for the day and you're cooking in the communal kitchen when you see Gojou again.
"Hey," Gojou says and his tone is so serious it startles you. You set your knife down on the cutting board before looking at him. His face doesn't seem right to you and it dawns on you a second later it's because he's frowning and it's not the usual childish frown you're used to seeing. "Don't take what that guy said seriously. Like I said, he's an asshole. He was probably saying all of that to freak you out." There's a pause and Gojou scratches the back of his head, looking uncomfortable in his skin. "So don't, like, cry about it. Takamatsu's a prick."
"Are you," you squint, looking Gojou over suspiciously. "Trying to make me feel better or something in your own weird Gojou way?"
"Someone has to make sure you aren't drowning in their sorrows," Gojou returns to his usual brand of cocky, with a grin. His sunglasses slide down, revealing playful eyes.
"I don't want the comfort then," you roll your eyes and return to chopping your vegetables. "Besides, I don't need it anyways, I'm strong."
"Eeeeh."
Asshole.
"We had this argument before that there's different kinds of strong, you jackass," you argue for argument's sake knowing it's a moot point to argue with someone who vehemently believes otherwise. Apparently he thinks belief in philosophical kinds of strongs is how the weak comfort themselves.
You vaguely notice that in spite of your annoyance, your shoulders aren't stiff and your jaw is loose. Apparently Gojou is good for something, after all. "Strong looks different for different people. A kid is strong when they act tough after tripping. A grown man crying and being open with his emotions is strong," you recount some of the ways you've seen people be strong in your life. You've witnessed strength in various ways in your 15 years of living. "… Even just living despite how hard it can be is strong. But it's whatever, I already know you think that's a load of self-comforting weak crap, don't feel like arguing about it."
Save for the sound of you cutting green celery and the light simmer of the pan, silence falls over the two of you.
"What did you guys talk about when he said you could ask him questions?" Gojou finally asks.
"… nothing important," you mutter back.
When you wake up at 4:30 in the morning the next day, knowing full well there was going to be physical education that day, you decide to ditch class.
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Extra
In the oneshot I somehow fucked up the timeline by one year. In reality, Gojou was a 1st year in 2005 not 2004.
Also, in the oneshot I said the reader was the baby of the class. I was wrong again. Suguru was actually born in '90, not '89, like I originally assumed. Thus, he's actually the baby of the class. So I removed all mentions of the reader being the class baby. Still, you're younger than Gojou by two days so he is still rather insufferable about that, much to your chagrin.
Compared to the oneshot, now that there is more extended time to look into such things, there will be dives into the reader's non-sorcerer origins, family and friends. I would like to note that the reader isn't from Japan originally in terms of her nationality, but that will be covered in future chapters. Regardless, the reader is ethnically ambiguous for the self-insert convenience!
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sukunastoy · 2 years
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Hurt/Comfort Prompt (Gojou x Reader)
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Omg please I had such feelings when writing this!! ❤❤ Thank you @25306 !
Send me an ask from this hurt/comfort prompt list! Here! Masterlist
◽Pariing: Gojou x reader ◽Wordcount: 1.3k ◽A/N: Refers to canon JJK moments, mainly SFW (only brief description of NSFW), mainly just pure fluff. I loved writing this.
I originally had this as an ask response but preferred to repost it as its own thing.Please enjoy!!
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"Gojou...please, I'm tired." Your adorable yawn made him smile through a sigh. "I know you are, angel...but hey look, the movie doesn't have that much longer. You can make it a bit longer, can't you?" A pout pushed out your lips as you rubbed one of your eyes with the back of your hand, trying to stay focused on the movie the two of you were watching. You were snuggled against him on the couch and already so exhausted after a long day of activities he had planned for the two of you. Of course they were fun and amazing! But as much as you loved this man, you were really reaching your limit on staying awake. All of this came out of the blue. Completely unplanned and by surprise! It was sweet, and honestly you needed a day like this with him. With the man you loved so much. He started the day off early by bringing you breakfast in bed, and not just anything simple like toast and bacon, but like a full course meal! Hand squeezed orange juice, a beautifully made omelet with all your favorite fillings, fresh cut fruit chunks and even included a tiny vase on the tray that had some of the wildflowers he picked. He claimed to have already eaten, and to please just enjoy your meal. Of course you weren't going to complain and you ate what he had made you with your heart already swelling in comfort. The sun was barely coming up but he had already been awake and preparing this for you. "Mmh! M'whats the m'ccassion?" you mumbled with omelet stuffing your cheeks full. He laughed heartily and sat on the bed across from you, just watching you enjoy your meal. "Are you saying I need to have a reason to spoil you?" Offering a shy smile as you swallowed, you shook your head 'no' and offered him a bite of your food. Leaning forward, a little smirk split his lips as he accepted your generosity.
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And it didn't stop there! He told you to not get ready for work, as he already called your boss to give you the day off. That was a bit alarming to you, cause your boss could be a bit of a jerk and make someone feel bad for trying to have time off. But, of course when Gojou had decided something, like spoiling the love of his life for a day, he wasn't going to let anyone stop him.
Once you finished your breakfast, Gojou invited you to take a shower to prepare for whatever adventures he had planned. He said he was going to wash you, and to just let him pamper you with your favorite scent of soap. You giggled awkwardly as he turned you as needed in the shower, washing your body so gently with the loofah til you were covered in suds.
"Ah, better close those eyes!" He laughed while dabbing your face cloth onto your nose, getting bubbles on it as well. You kept your eyes closed as you tried to stifle your little laughs, feeling overwhelmed by his care. Though he denied the need for you to wash him in return, you swatted his protesting hands away and started to bring the loofah to his chest, only to have that invisible force of his halt your hand in place.
Your eyes looked up to him from under your brows as the biggest and most pitiful pout came across your face. In return, he stared down to you through his wet lochs that flowed down his face and laughed sheepishly, raising his hands in submission. "But this day is for you, angel!"
"Well, this is something I want to do!" you protested and immediately your hand was able to land on his chest as you were hoping for. Catching his gaze, you gave him an air kiss while admiring those gorgeous blue eyes of his. Rarely you got to see them because he always had them covered, but in the shower or bath you were rewarded with such a beautiful sight.
He hummed deeply in relaxation as you scrubbed the soapy loofah across his broad chest and down his abs, already letting your eyes drift lower to the gift that hung between his legs. Before you could admire much longer, his large hand hooked under your chin, lifting your face upwards so he could give you a needy kiss.
Naturally, that kiss turned into some sloppy shower sex, and damn he always made it so exciting and amazing! When he picked out this apartment for the two of you, he made sure it had a large shower with a built in seat... Bouncing on his lap while the warm water rained down and massaged your back made moments like this so surreal and overstimulating. And he could hold you atop of him in the best positions, helping you move so you weren't exhausted by doing all the work on your own. Those blue hues would peer through the white hair streaming down his face as he looked up to you with love and admiration. God, what had you done to deserve such a perfect man?!
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The rest of the day continued with Gojou's planned adventures, and none of them were things you expected to do all in one day. Walking through a gorgeous park, having a picnic there, going bowling, wine tasting, enjoying an exquisite restaurant for dinner, stopping to get ice-cream afterwards, watching the sunset on the beach -while making out of course-...all sorts of fun and relaxing things the two of you enjoyed...
Needless to say by now, sitting on the couch with him after all of the activities, you were ready to just collapse into bed. Last you checked the time, it was already nearly 1 am the next morning.  "'Toru...m'fallin...sleep..."
A warm hand came to your cheek, stroking softly.  "Come on angel, you can make it. Stay awake with me a little while longer..."
How was he supposed to tell you that tomorrow he had to leave? That tomorrow might be his last day ever seeing you, or you seeing him? He had done everything in his power to keep the recent horrific events from your knowledge. How could he let his innocent angel know that there were disasters brewing in Shibuya that he needed to give all of his attention to? He was a very confident man, and outwardly very cocky and sure of his abilities. But a lot of that changed when he met you...fear and worry suddenly were apart of his thoughts whenever he had to take care of a particularly dangerous situation. 
For himself? No...
He couldn't imagine what it would do to you if you saw him hurt. Or worse...
He knew something horrific was going to happen in that city, he just wasn't quite sure what it was yet. Gojou wanted you to enjoy a peaceful and fun day with him. For you to see him as much as possible, in case you didn't get to see him in such a calm and unharmed state again. 
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"M'baby...closing my eyes..." You murmured while starting to doze off, your body slouching fully against him. His warmth was so comforting, falling asleep against him was so relaxing...
"You need to keep your eyes open. Just a little longer."  His voice had a begging to it, and you peeked an eye open to look up at him. But a frown formed your lips upon seeing his gorgeous blue eyes gazing down to you, sadness developing in them. It was odd...cause of course you only saw those eyes in the shower when he had to take off his blindfold to bathe.
You had no idea what was bothering him other than his desire to finish the movie with you. Offering a gentle smile, you sat yourself up to try and lessen your sleepy state.  "Alright, alright...I'll finish this, even if I have to force my eyes to stay open!" You playfully pushed your body against his while using your finger and thumb to keep your eyelids opened in a dramatic way. 
A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest and against you as he wrapped an arm tightly around your body, kissing your forehead.  "I love you, angel...No matter what, I hope you'll always know that..."
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voxofthevoid · 14 days
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Hey Vox, for no reason whatsoever, what are your five favourite scenes from any JJK fic you've written and published to AO3 or Tumblr?
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How Do I Choose
Alright, with the caveat that between my hole-y memory and general recency bias, this probably isn't set in stone, here we go!
In no particular order—
The intro scene of (this is also part of the story) how the story changes, where alt!Yuuji crashes the Shibuya party. It's very self-indulgent and smashes all my dimension swap-related buttons. I call it Yuuji porn for a reason.
The drunken noncon scene in (let me be clear) every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered, which was something that originally spawned its own fic, except that went in a whole other direction. The entire scenario, with varying shades of non-consent and shifting power dynamics, is something that I just really enjoyed conceptualizing and executing.
The "teenage whore" sex scene in the way it follows you home, the stories i never told, and I'm sure you can guess why. It lit up my brain when it came to me, and from the reader reactions, I ain't the only victim.
The first scene of the ghost in me was true (but you were haunted too)—the entire chapter, really, though only this scene is up right now. The reason is tied to how the rest of the fic develops, but let's just say I like me some tragedy.
The final scene of little lamb to the slaughter, specifically the post-coital conversation Gojou and Yuuji have about love—whether it's a curse, whether it's worth it.
(I was going to include the scene from your resistance, prophetic self-destruction in which Gojou interrupts Choso and Yuuji, but Tumblr has deleted that post. Did I know of this? No. But I scoured my blog archive, and it's just #gone. Only 2 of the 3 Vore Wednesday snippets are live. A very sincere fuck you to Tumblr.)
Thanks so much for asking! This was fun 💗
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sumireyaaa · 2 years
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Coffee.
A oneshot, in which Gojou Satoru is fascinated with a "normal" woman who works for an infamous cafe.
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It is a rather slow day for a certain cafe in the middle of the city, despite the buzzing crowd of people of different origins just outside the busy streets of Tokyo. Sure, it have some regulars visited earlier the day for their usual cup of either bitterness or sweetness but as noon approaches, the lesser people came through the door. It doesn't help that the cafe isn't actually as well known as other competitors around the same area. Though the cold-eyed owner deserves some credit as well for scaring off potential customers with her uneasy smile.
In normal weekdays, it is rarely surprising. There are several students from nearby schools usually studying together with friends in their uniforms, couples who chose the cafe as their date spot and burnout workers spending the rest of their lunch break with a cup with several shots of espresso before having to go back to work. On the other hand, weekends are a blessing. A lot of different kinds of people stumble upon the small business by the corner of the street, whether it be the citizens of Tokyo who are out for leisure and tourists. It's those days that the business is blooming.
The interior of the small establishment resembles that of the aesthetic of minimalism. Shades of white and beige are mostly the color that adorns the cafe. The birch wooden foot of the glass tables and the beige cushioned chairs are stationed neatly through the off-white marble tiles on the floor. The aroma that flooded the establishment of freshly brewed coffee are rich and unmistakable.
A ravenette woman sighs as she watches from one of the tables her only two part-time workers play around with a deck of uno cards behind the counter. It's not like she could have the two around working as there isn't even a single customer inside for them to serve nor are there any chores to be taken care of. It's also beyond their working hours as the two childish college students are only supposed to be present in the morning but they reasoned that their afternoon classes were cancelled. It's not like there are any customers anyway, so she just let them be.
"Kanroji-san, who do you like more? Me or him?" Sana, one of the workers asked as she slumped her upper body onto the counter. Kanroji Fusae could only shook her head in defeat when she saw a plus four card on top of the pile between the two and a smirking Haru beside the girl.
"If I like any of you two more than the other, that person would have been receiving a bonus every pay day."
Fusae sighed once as she took one last glance at the door one last time before standing up, finally succumbing to her bittersweet craving. She made her way behind the counter, approaching the mini coffee station on the side - smiling at the two to let them know that she's fine on her own. Not long after scanning the products inside the fridge, the ravenette reached for the carton box of milk and heavy cream along with approximately one cup of ice.
The two part-time workers stared at her in wonder noticing the growing number of the products getting placed on the mini station. They did learned working in a cafe from Fusae and are still learning. The woman then get the espresso machine going before taking a glass from one of the cabinets, pouring the needed amount of heavy cream with a tablespoon of vanilla.
"Haru-san, the frother please." Fusae gestured to the cabinet near the spot where the male is leaning on, her gaze locked on the espresso machine as it satisfyingly let out the strong coffee into a small clear glass. Her senses are being taken over by the pleasant aroma of the freshly brewed coffee. Her taste buds ached for some of the bitter, yet invitingly warm aroma that soon flooded the entire establishment.
The student moved a bit, opening the drawer by his waist to get the said tool to pass off to the ravenette - to which she smiled in gratitude for. Fusae gave the glass with heavy cream with the vanilla syrup a slight glare before starting to whisk, making sure to move the handheld milk frother up and down in order to get air into the cream.
The student couple exchanged a terrified look as they watch their employer brutally whisk at the cream as though there isn't tomorrow to come until she get stiffer peaks in a minute or so. It was like watching the devil himself make a cup of coffee as the pits of hell surrounds him. At least, that's how Sana and Haru envision the scene inside their heads.
Letting out a sigh as she stretches her arm out, Fusae set aside the glass before taking yet another empty glass from the cabinet. The forest green eyed woman began to hum to herself as she pour chocolate syrup and espresso into the glass, beginning to stir it together right after - not even noticing how Haru creeped closer to take the used glasses to wash it immediately. Reaching for the milk carton, she poured just enough before adding the ice onto it. She smiled to herself as she carefully added the last ingrediate needed for the iced mocha, whipped cream.
Sana felt her face grew hotter when she averted her gaze away from her role model towards the glass door, bringing her hand near her mouth to hide how her jaw dropped at the sight. Feeling her knees buckling in nervousness at the sight of the approaching man dressed in what seemed to be casual clothing - that she definitely think is from a brand given the fact how good it suits him - with silver white hair with a hint of purple.
As soon as the bell on the door rang, Fusae let out a sigh before bringing down the iced mocha back down on the counter within the mini station. The bamboo straw that she put on the glass shifting a bit as some of the ice in the drink melted down.
Almost with a grudge, Fusae turned around to face the customer - giving Sana a warning look as she did with how she's slumped on the counter as she stares at the man. She judgingly eyed the man up and down, not fazed with him at all after he ruined her time with her precious drink - dare say even glaring at him in total hatred.
Gojou Satoru, who either totally oblivious to the set of different kind of looks he's getting with the ladies or is simply too egotistical, only lowered the pair of black-lensed shades he's wearing as though flaunting his clear blue eyes that could put even a kaleidoscope to shame. The female student almost die and got brought back to life by the man's eyes, her face felt like exproding with how hot its continuing to get and on the other hand, Fusae merely shown him a lukewarm smile - twitching everytime her ears pick up the sound of the ice in her drink melting down.
"'Kanroji'-san, can I have an iced vanilla latte and a slice of strawberry cake on the go?" Satoru grinned before he asked, making eye contact with her after glancing at her name tag. Clear blue eyes and forest green eyes met, one bear curiousness and clarity while the other remained cold as though only righteous judgement lingers within them. The corner of the sorcerer's lips tugged upwards at the way she let her eyes remained locked with his.
"Kanroji-san, can I do it?" Sana asked with a grin displayed on her face, wanting to do the silver haired man's cup instead. The ravenette merely nodded at her without breaking off the eye contact with the customer, not even flinching in surprise when the younger woman squeled in joy unlike how her boyfriend did when he appeared from the door behind the counter that leads to the storage room.
Sighing in exhaustion, Fusae broke off the contact and motioned Haru to the counter before walking off to the station to get her thankfully still cold beverage. Whispering to the both to inform them of having a bonus for taking this one out of her hand when she passes them by, headed for the same table she sat at before.
Satoru followed her with his gaze before turning to the male student in front of him to repeat his order. He once again pushed back the glasses up the bridge of his nose before wiping the smile off his face. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee that fills the cafe is rich and unmistakable. The deep aroma that only coffee could produce has always been and continues to be one of his favorites. It has, after all, been a reason why he could stay up to either finish a late night job or complete a report of a previous mission.
"Your eyes are pretty." He muttered under his breath as he passes by her seat with his purchase goods. If only he knew of the small smile that lit up her face as well as the mumbled thanks that left her lips as she faces the window outside, he would've stop to join her table.
Though, he doubt that this will be their last meeting as he planned in his head to continue to visit the small cafe. And so, he did exactly that. Satoru continued to do so for the same time everytime, going as far as to make sure to add the mere ten minutes to his daily schedule. Though their exchange only limited to the woman saying her thanks and to say that his order is ready, he still felt as though it is worth it when he began to receive some genuine smiles by his third visit.
As his visits remained fixated in the afternoon, he never saw his junior, Nanami Kento, go to the same cafe every morning.
"You're earlier than usual." Fusae announced as she stood from behind the counter, looking at the man with displease written all over her face. There has been only one reason why the blond go the cafe after all.
"You should go back." Kento stated with a straight face, looking at her stoically as though he haven't been going to the cafe early in the morning to ask her each time.
"If I actually wanted to, I wouldn't be here serving coffee and baked goods." She retorted, quickly followed by a scoff out of annoyance at her batchmate from another school's stubborness. Though before Kento could utter out a response, the bell on the door rang. The two former friends turned to look at the college students couple who works at the cafe. A smile is etched on the ravenette's face as though relieved that the two arrived, finding it a reason not to talk to the blond anymore but it quickly melted down as she saw a small flying insect like creature following after Haru. She did know that the male possess a small amount of curse energy, though not enough for him to see nor attract even weak curses.
Getting nervous for the male's safety, Fusae turned to Kento as if to plea for him to save the student but the blond merely stepped back before motioning for her to do something.
"You know what to do." Kento stated, talking to the woman who turned her gaze down to the floor. He could see the growing energy forming in her hand, manifesting for her cards.
"Haru, Sana. Close your eyes." She sternly said as three cards appeared in her hand, forcing the two to abruptly follow her command upon hearing her tone. Picking the last card of The High Priestess between her index and middle finger, she took catious steps towards the fly head curse as the other two cards disappears.
"Shadow Cards Technique." She uttered out under her breath as a lady wearing a blue robe with a cross on her chest holding the Torah appeared before her. Fusae's green eyes stared blankly at the small curse as it began to create noises that is comparable to that of a gutteral screams of terror as her technique bring out the worse images that the curse have seen and playing it in its head repeatedly like a broken tape.
Kento only watched as the curse disperse into nothing along with the spirit that Fusae brought forth as though disappointed. She is still on the same level as the day she left the Jujutsu Tech Kyoto branch for the safety of her parents as there is still only three cards, maybe even weaker as he doesn't remember her being too hesitant to exorcise a weak curse.
Letting out a sigh, Fusae deactivated her innate technique. Fatique immediately appeared on her facial features, nearly collapsing as this is the first time in years that she had to activate it thanks to the blond who faces her with a look that leaves her to reconsider.
"You can open your eyes now."
"Are you two fine on your own here?"
"Don't worry. We don't have any classes for today." Haru grinned, showing the ravenette a peace sign as he slumped his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. Sana pouted before pushing off his arm, jumping onto his back instead as she pointed at the counter after sending her role model a reassuring smile. The ex-sorcerer chuckled at the two, immediately feeling better before turning to Kento.
"Lead the way." Fusae stated, not taking anything in her hand from the cafe as they made it outside.
It doesn't take them too long to arrive at the school grounds on the mountain, none of them speaking as they walk towards the viewing room where the principals and mentors from both the Tokyo and Kyoto branch are waiting for the sister school event.
"She's here." Nanami Kento announched as he twisted the knob and pushing the door open.
"Kanroji-san from the cafe!" Satoru excalimed as he rose from his seat, eyes widening behind the fabric that cloaks it from the public eye.
"Gojou Satoru-san." She merely addressed, not giving the same enthusiasm as the man.
"You're famous in this small world of jujutsu. Don't flatter yourself with the thought of me possibly stalking you." Fusae smiled at him rather genuinely, not really giving much thought to the rest of her seniors.
"It's been a while, Fusae." Utahime smiled, receiving a formal bow from her junior back at Kyoto.
"I'm back." She deeply bowed, somehow knowing that she won't be regretting this decision.
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orcashiki · 2 months
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Wandering in Ikebukuro
In which I go to Ikebukuro on a day trip and visit not one, but TWO cat cafes.
It was raining.
The weather app said it would stop raining in the next hour, so I figured I should eat breakfast and talk to my brother while I wait.
Then it was 3 hours later, and it was still raining. The weather app still believed it would stop raining in the next hour, but I had no more faith.
I looked up the cafe I was going to go to and found out there would be a meal time in about an hour, where all the cats would go to the center of the cafe to eat! So I left in a hurry in hopes I would get there in time.
Of course, I went on the wrong train. Thankfully it was the right line, just the wrong direction, so I was able to get back on track after two stations. Google Maps may be helpful, and at times a lifeline, but I learned I should still check signs instead of blindly following the numbers shown on the screen.
Since I was set back by quite a bit of time, I looked up the directions for the other cat cafe that was closer to the station. This chain, called MOCHA cat lounge, has two locations just in Ikebukuro, one right outside the west side of the station and another a couple blocks away from the east side. My new destination was now the west cat cafe.
I got off the train... and promptly got lost again. It's really confusing keeping track of all the numbered exits and which way to go to them. I would move in the direction of exit 7, then only see signs for exits 1-5. I left at a random exit that seemed relatively close to the cafe, and came out to a downpour. The rain got stronger while I was on the train.
I ran around in the rain for a bit, running in circles on the same intersection, before I finally found a small entrance with a sign on the side pointing to the cat cafe. It was on a specific floor of a tiny building, completely different from the storefront I was expecting. The entrance was very nice, though, and I was able to get in without much trouble. While I missed the first half of meal time, I was still able to see many cats running around. The cat cafe had an impressive lineup of manga, and I longed to stay, but I had more places to be.
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Next stop was the 7-11 right next to the cat cafe. I grabbed an umbrella since it was still raining really hard. Then I walked to an animate store. The entire building was animate, so it had a giant screen billboard on the front and the animate logo.
It was fun browsing through all the manga and novels. Since it is the homeland of these series, they have all the books in stock as well. I wish I had space to put such gorgeous books, but for now I will stick to bookwalker and amazon.
I also wandered through some of the merch floors, which were understandably full of tourists on a weekend. There were six rows dedicated to enstars alone... enstars is truly very powerful here. I managed to grab some gifts for friends before I left. There was also a gigantic Gojou statue in the middle of one of the floors.
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The next place I went to is called eyemirror, it's a glasses store that stocks anime-inspired glasses frames. The interior was very classy, and I grabbed two frames, Lucifer from Granblue Fantasy and EVA-0. My prescription is a little complicated so they will take a little while to arrive, but I look forward to having them!
After all the walking, I decided to go to the original cat cafe on the east side of Ikebukuro. This cafe has a lot more tables, so there's more working space, and they also have an impressive selection of manga. I spent 100 yen on a snack gachapon, and an especially food-motivated cat jumped on my ipad and batted at the gachapon before I could even get it open. So cute... They left the second I showed them that I had no more snacks, though.
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I needed to work on something for Ari's birthday, so I stayed at the cat cafe for two hours, taking breaks every so often to stare at cats and try out the various drinks at the drink bar. The tea was nice, but what really caught my eye was the option to get corn potage... as a drink. I've always had corn potage as a meal so it was funny to see it on a drink vending machine. I ordered it out of curiosity, and it was just as watery and processed as I remember. It definitely qualifies as a drink.
There was a cat that was really interested in the vending machine. When you order a drink, the vending machine puts it in a little slot, and you open a door to the slot to take the drink cup. When I opened the door, this cat stuck its head in and almost spilled my drink. It kept its head in even after I took out the drink, and a staff member had to come over to shoo the cat away.
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The last stop of the day is Akihabara, a la the very corner of it. I had a reservation for dinner at Eorzea Cafe. On my way out of the station, though, I got distracted by a large screen taller than me showing one of Ryuseitai's dance videos from enstars. Apparently there's an official merch store for enstars here. I should've expected it but it still caught me by surprise. The entire building belongs to Gamers, another big chain, so I wandered around the other floors for a bit to browse and look at new manga. The books floor had copies of comic drafts on the walls, and two specific pages caught my eye with how gorgeous they were. They belonged to a manga called "False Marigold", which I highly recommend if you like clean art and toxic yuri.
They also had a huge poster board dedicated to Nightcord since the new album is coming out!
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I got lost in the store and was getting increasingly claustrophobic with the amount of people and narrow aisles, but I managed to exit the store and head towards my original destination. The staircase leading to Eorzea cafe had stickers of minions and made me even more excited than before. As many places do when things get busy here, Eorzea cafe runs on 90 minute slots with reservations required. We were brought to our seats starting 15 minutes before the reservation started to allow for enough time to eat.
It was an emotional experience to say the least. I felt like I was in a guild, and the cafe people were very nice and accommodating to english speakers. There was a cactpot lottery event in the beginning, and the food was really good. The free drink I got with the reservation was the dark knight drink, which tasted like yogurt and something else. I also got susanoo's chicken don and an amaurot-inspired non-alcoholic mojito. And finally, even though I felt super full, I managed to finish the leylines tiramisu. I was really silly and teared up when the overhead announcement said we needed to logout 40 minutes after the last order time. Something about loving this game too much...
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There were so many things it was hard to decide what to get. I will probably come here many more times in the future... It's expensive in Japan since it's a collaboration cafe, but compared to where I used to live it's about the normal price for eating out.
I bought some more gifts for friends and treated myself to an amaurot laptop case. I hope my retail therapy stops with this first time.
The train ride home was smooth and uneventful. I think I will sleep well tonight.
If you've gotten all the way here, thank you for reading about my adventure! Unfortunately tumblr only allows for 10 photos per post so I really had to pick and choose which photos I wanted to put out of the 150 pictures I took, hahaha.
Until next time, I hope you stay happy, healthy, and safe.
Taiari!
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