, . Language Is Not Always Determined Solely By Another's Words, But In The Way Someone Carries Themselves

      𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄, 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘. language is not always determined solely by another's words, but in the way someone carries themselves when they believe no one is watching. dark eyes always 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄 from the sidelines, silent and only contributing when necessary. their collision was short-lived, pushed aside with lacking interest. such a mindless war amongst themselves, it only served to deepen wounds. gaze would narrow beside him, peering over the other mere moments before a smile creeps upon his visage. could there be a future for one such as himself ? only time would tell.

      it was a simple comfort, and smile fades with a gentle nod of recognition. ❛ you're an extension of him ... ❞ a peculiar sentiment, however spoken almost reluctantly beneath his breath. ❛ so i'll always look out for you, too. ❞ that may sound ridiculous, but 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 were difficult to grasp and convey aloud. neither seemed equipped to deal with this conversation. and yet here they were.

Cont. [x] // @cadavors

He’s used to shut out everything that could have a negative impact on his mind. His coping strategy might not be the healthiest but it’s effective, for him. He’d rather not think back on how many people died, his comrades included. Or he’d feel a lingering guilt in his chest about the fact that he'd managed to slip and fail at a task he could’ve single-handedly resolved.

His head tilts to the side, unsure how the other could read him like an open book when they’ve only just begun to know each other. But maybe it doesn’t take a scientist to know that whatever happened back then was terrific. Even to the Strongest.

He recalls their fight, rather brief, but vivid. If he were to be honest, he doesn’t feel anything. Through Yuji he learned that Choso means well and he’s been of aid. Of course, he would trust his student’s words. Sometimes misunderstandings happen. Satoru would know of this very well. He doesn’t hold a grudge.

A hand is motioned to the back of his neck as his chin is raised, thinking of what to say next. Gojo is never one to outwardly speak about his feelings.

“ Can’t undo what’s done. But we can do what’s in our power to improve our future. ” That’s what he would’ve told his students.

He turns to fixate on Choso.

“ Thanks for sticking by Yuji’s side. ”

❝ did you come by for a reason or did you just want some company? ❞

      𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. expectations surpassed in terms of whether he would even answer : now it made him nervous , confronting consequences and being allowed inside without initial questioning. only surprise, exchanging 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 as though this were a normal occurrence. perhaps it was for the other man. companions were sparse and wavered due to his own upbringing. he aspired to have that lure, to allow people to gravitate towards him as well. gojo made people laugh.

      would it come across as strange to simply state his intentions ? after all, crossing paths with the nearest sweet shop on his way here was very telling. he wanted company, but refused to blatantly 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 it. an unopened package of ramune candies are leveled with his head to answer, ❛ do you wanna try these with me ❞ index points among bold letters, as if there needed to be any guidance to read what seemed obvious. they were supposed to fizzle upon one's tongue. ❛ unless you've already had them. ❞

answered prompt for @brazenlystrong ! ( accepting. )

𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 : a little assortment of action prompts for muses who may or may not hate each other. remember to tag your blood and violence. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐢𝐫 ] : sender is holding the receiver by the throat. [ 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥 ] : receiver is on their knees in front of the victorious sender. [ 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ] : exhausted from a battle, the receiver gives up resistance. [ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender attempts to stab the receiver. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 ] : sender grabs the receiver by the hair. [ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 ] : receiver is being held as captive by the sender. [ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 ] : receiver finds the sender trapped and unable to escape from them. [ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 ] : sender is lifting captured receiver's chin up. [ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 ] : sender breaks one of receiver's bones. [ 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 ] : sender has made the receiver bleed. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 ] : sender forces the receiver to watch their loved one die. [ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender pins the receiver against a wall out of sheer rage. [ 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 ] : sender spares receiver's life. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : sender warns the receiver to not antagonize them. [ 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 ] : sender and receiver are sharing a kiss that draws blood. [ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 ] : receiver is trying to win sender's trust in order to escape later. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ] : facing a greater threat, sender and receiver must work together.

❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞

      𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄, 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄. mind rumbled with a static whirl, pondering the words spoken to him and not quite grasping their depth. perhaps it didn't mean much to process, but ears pretended to listen anyway. relenting the softest 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇 and suddenly realizing the other was expecting a response. ❛ it's your tone ... ❞ momentary pause, peering down at his own set of pokémon cards, then reverting back with clicked teeth. ❛ you're a smart ass . ❞ they were tossed aside as though to forfeit this match. no way were normal types immune to ghost, that was a flawed system. ❛ i want a do over, you're cheating. ❞ this game was confusing, he wants to play something else he wants to be right, too.

answered prompt for @sugwu ! ( accepting. )

me thinking of a demon slayer verse: he made it through final selection, stopped receiving letters from family the day he was meant to return home. what happened doesn't push him to become a hashira, it does the opposite. let's say his infected brothers are held captive in the mountains, and i guess maybe he feeds them people out of some twisted devotion in taking care of them. ( plus they seem to grow fonder and less violent when he does. ) aside from that, i feel he would derive his blood breathing technique from water, and with dual serrated blades that focus on inducing blood loss throughout the battle. he wouldn't be trying to over power anyone, just bide time until his opponent weakens enough to utilize all the energy he's conserved. it's all about being strategic, watching them exhaust efforts and endure their strikes. crazy to imply he throws darts that inject an anticoagulant. let hashira fight other humans with their own agenda.