WEN JUNHUI As LING CHAOExclusive Fairytale Episode 24 (2023)

WEN JUNHUI as LING CHAO Exclusive Fairytale — Episode 24 (2023)

there was nothing that ruined nobara's mood quite like having to look ugly ass curses in the face, while having to worry about her own appearance. any other day, any other time where she was only clad in the tech's uniform, she would've been ecstatic, eager, even. eager to prove herself and show her skills, especially with the improvements she'd made after training further with gojo and the upperclassmen. she could see it in the way her techniques required less effort and her muscle memory aided her without resorting to brief panic. she was careful when dodging the curse, watching as its endless slime dripped to the ground like a baseless fountain, and the stench — the stench was tenfold, violating to the senses. at the very least, she was trying to wear it out, figuring out the best way to deal with it. “ it is that bad, itadori ! ” it really wasn't, but given the circumstances — she'd rather be anywhere else. she side - eyed him at his proposition, the default mechanism in her aimed to reject it just to demonstrate her annoyance a step further, but instead she bit down on her tongue and checked the curse on his side, its appearance far more grotesque, sans bodily secretions. “ okay, yeah. no take - backs ! ” so she maneuvered skillfully so that she was instead in front of the other curse, utilizing her momentum to kick at it with enough force that it hit the wall behind. “ careful with the drip, we don't know if it'll just feel disgusting or if it can do more. ”

though yuuji's grip on her slipped and the distance between them grew, he whipped around to stare at her as though trying to seem bored with the constant state of danger she seemed prone to gifting him, tone raised in an attempt at arguing. “ i'm always bait, maybe it's your turn ... ” at the same time nobara sprung away from her exposed position, yuuji let go of a yelp as he had to quickly side - step out of the attack range of the curse that had seemed to take the most interest in him, ending up with his back pressed to the wall of the alleyway. it seemed they were sharing. over the curse's mass, he searched to make eye contact with her. “ see, look! we've gone dutch. ” whilst horrifyingly ugly, their grade level seemed low and intelligence even lower, in an effort to lock in yuuji rolled his sleeves and went for a swift punch right to the ... gut? if it even had one, the inward thought put a crease in his brow as the hit sent the curse backwards. with the time it granted he stepped back into the middle of the alley, his back briefly touching nobara's and he threw a look to her over his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. “ not so bad, right kugisaki? we'll make it. ” one of the curses shrieked, and for the first time he got a good look at the one that had first aimed for her. sheesh. he thought about her outfit, the time she'd spent getting ready in the dorms and the pile of clothes she'd made him fold as he waited for her to finish. “ man, yours is looking a little sludgy. wanna swap? ” a look to the hand that had made contact with his own curse, clean. “ i think mine's dry. ”

fumi had to have been a masochist at this point. whether it was painful obliviousness or humiliating delusion, he was overcompensating. and overcompensating by trying to keep his distance by getting too involved — a contradictory tactic, to which he didn't even understand and did not seek to unpack that. whatever it was that riled up within him, continued to have him sit through another blind date he'd set up for his roommate. for what reason, he wasn't sure. couldn't help it, though he was never asked, though seiko never expressed an interest in even going on these dates. not that they ever rejected it, so fumi only assumed it was appropriate. the more seiko went on and came out of it stopping at just the first, the more determined fumi became. and it was slowly eating at him, picking apart whatever sanity that already barely existed. it was worse when he had to sit through the first part of such encounters, trying to sneak away without being noticed. and it was even worse when he couldn't tell how late they would be out, sitting on the shared couch twiddling his thumbs like a fool, just to inevitably force himself asleep.

so when he was stirred awake, still hazed in slumber, tired gaze meeting familiar locks of hair, he was moving without thinking. he wasn't sure if he wanted to ask them how it went, but they'd already given the gist. not sure what it was that had him feeling relief. enough to mask the slight jealousy that'd been brewing overnight. confusion tainted his features as he released a hum, one eye opening wider just to focus on them, muscles freezing momentarily in his pursuit for the pillow. “ ah. ” of course, silly him. but those outside clothes of theirs ... “ okay, but i just washed the sheets and you have grimy, public cooties on your clothes. fix that, and you're welcome to join my humble abode. ” his words were paired with the dramatic flip of his comforter, warmth radiating from within. no mind that he was only clad in those dinosaur chicken nugget pajama bottoms they'd gotten him as a joke. “ offer expires the second i get cold. ”

you got it , i'll get you a pillow . [fumi and seiko]

entering the apartment, seiko spent several minutes staring at the clock in the hall trying to decipher the time, head tilted and body swaying gently with drunken imbalance. the sun was rising, peeking through the other superstructures beyond their apartment building, and the conclusion came that it was far too fucking early - or late? probably late. that fact seemed to matter little as they crept towards their roommate's door, thankful it was already ajar as it allowed for the perfect entry, too much pressure applied to the handle as they took a step inside and the door swung, propelling them inside at a speed they didn't think to expect, tripping on the rug and falling to their knees at the side of fumi's bed with a dull thud to the floor, and their head gently thwacking against the comforter. so much for trying not to wake him.

they groaned into the softness of the cover, tail end tacked with two small cries as their head lifted, to see fumi, an angel with a golden halo of rising sunlight fanning around him, staring at them groggily. “ fumiyaaaa . . . ” words spoken on a forming grin, woozy sigh following. “ hi. ” lips pursed and eyes shifted, as though inwardly searching for the words amongst paragraphs of gibberish currently supplied by the sheer amount of alcohol consumed. they laughed, before untucking their legs from beneath them to sit on the floor, one arm still hanging on to the comforter. the next set of sentences a hazy slur. “ mm, where'd you go? your friend drank me under the fuckin' table fumiya, i didn't like her, she was scary. i didn't even . . . ” a pout formed, eyes somewhat glassy suddenly at the memory. “ didn't know you left, missed you. ” whatever balance they had slipped, seiko tipped sideways onto the floor with another dull thud and a quietly whined owwww. they made no effort to move. “ mmm . . . can i stay here? ” then came fumiya's voice, a heavenly comfort. you got it, i'll get you a pillow. seiko took the statement to mean they would have to stay tipped onto the rug, releasing another whine at the thought, displeased and cracking an eye open to make contact with fumi. “ nooouhhhh, mm. no, up there. up with you? ”

"I've lived my whole wretched life at your mercy, yours alone, and God knows I deserve to die at your hand. You are my only friend. I am undone without you."

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i finished Gideon the Ninth yesterday, and oh boy. that ending 😭 please no spoilers for the rest of the series, i am going in blind and i'm very excited

“ okay, testy. let's think happy thoughts. ya didn't die ! congrats ! ” he was nothing more than genuine, though the sorcerer was fully aware his delivery hinted at condescendence. the distribution of cases were always decided, firstly, from yaga and then passed through him, so while he didn't pay mind to the specifics, he knew it was manageable. enough. manageable without risking the decrease of student body numbers, and the number itself was already embarrassingly low. couldn't have been good for morale.

nose wrinkled as the scent of the blood and whatever curse - sauce had dissipated all over her. “ hate to be the bearer of bad news but i'm s'posed to accompany you on another training session. yaga's orders. goodwill event and everything, thought it'd be good. i just didn't expect you to show up straight out of a horror flick. ” he checked the time on his phone. “ i can get you some napkins and a water bottle, you can just sponge - bath it on the way. ” / @emnience

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? " [ gojo ]

it's  already  been  a  hard  day,  she's  covered  in  blood  &  all  types  of  gunk  …  &  now  she  has  to  deal  with  him.  she  can't  believe  she  got  stuck  with  this  type  of  teacher,  a  completely  unserious  &  annoying  one.  she  wants  to  just  go  over  there, hit  him  square  into  the  face.  face  scrunched  in  anger,  clearly  showing  her  annoyance  over  his  comment.  “  not  all  of  us  have  infinity  so  we  don't  get  covered  in  blood,  gojo.  ”  it  comes  out  in  a  hiss.  “  the  target  was  a  tough  bastard  so  i  had  to  get  a  little  …  creative.  ”  she  simply  states,  not  wanting  to  elaborate  further  on  it  further.

even  though  most  of  the  blood  isn't  hers,  some  of  it  is.  the  pain  didn't  seem  to  register  until  she  was  standing  still,  her  face  scrunches  up  again  but  this  time  in  pain  &  she'd  rather  deal  with  this  in  her  dorm.   “  are  we  done  here  ?  this  blood  smell  is  really  starting  to  stick.  ”  a  pause,  sniffing.  “ …  and  stink.  ”