Gift For Eroda:Ok, Imagine This, Toru Tells Them, Her Face Pink And Her Nails Lime Green, Imagine Youre

Gift for eroda: “Ok, imagine this,” Toru tells them, her face pink and her nails lime green, “Imagine you’re stranded on an island, what would you bring with you?”. (TogaChako)

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tags: stranded on an island, friendship, beach fun, summer, manipulation, confusion

A/N: I like the idea of being ambiguous with the tags SO! be careful. It's rated M for stuff that's described towards the end

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They decide to go to the beach in the summer, the group of them that are able to escape their work responsibilities. Mina is crying into the phone as Momo tells Ochako that they’ll have to pass on this weekend trip, but don’t worry, we’ll make the next one! 

So it ends up being just her, Toru, Tsuyu, and Shouto. He looks slightly scandalized when he arrives and finds out that it wasn’t just Mina and Momo who couldn’t make it but also Iida, Ojiro, and Deku. He does try to escape, but considering it’s 3 against 1…well, the odds weren’t in his favor

Toru is the most excited, “We’ll get to show off the ikemen of our group! Everyone’s going to be so jealous!”

She hangs from his arm and pulls him back whenever he tries to slip away. 

  00:09

They stay in a cabin with two rooms and too many beds. 

“Do you think they’ll care if we move things around?” Tsuyu asks when Toru starts telling Shouto to help move all the beds together. 

Ochako grins as she takes up the opposite end of one of the bed frames, “I’m sure it’ll be fine. We’ll just put everything back to where it was before.”

Shouto does as he’s told but can’t help but ask, “Why exactly do we have to do all this?”

“Because it’s a sleepover!” Toru exclaims, “And you’re our Plus One! It’ll be so fun! We’ll play games and tell stories and paint each other's nails!”

Shouto sighs but doesn’t argue. Tsuyu wonders aloud, “What color do you think will look best on him?”

Ochako wipes her forehead, “Red!”

Toru adds, “A green would look nice too.”

Tsuyu nods, “We should do both colors.”

Shouto looks at his fingers, then at the girls in the room and sighs in resignation.

  00:08

After they finish re-arranging the beds, they change into their bathing suits, grab some of the swimming supplies the cabin has in storage, and head over to the public beach area. 

They manage to find a nice spot and Toru lays down a blanket. She turns to Shouto and grins, handing him a bottle of sunscreen, “Can you put some on my back?”

He takes the bottle and nods.

Toru kneels down on the towel and moves her hair to the side. She’s grinning and gives Ochako and Tsuyu a thumbs up when she notices the nearby beach goers whispering and looking their way. Shouto seems oblivious to the attention, kneeling behind her and lathering up her back. 

Ochako giggles, whispering to Tsuyu, “He could pretend to look a bit more excited.”

Tsuyu laughs, “That’s part of his charm.”

Once Toru is all lathered up, she calls them over, “Ok Shouto, do them next!”

(She excitedly volunteers to do his back, even when he counters that he has a sweater and doesn’t need it)

  00:07

Toru struts around the beach, befriending almost everyone and with the sun glowing on her clear skin and messy curls, she has everyone’s attention. 

Shouto volunteers to stay behind while they all go have fun. 

Ochako and Tsuyu grab the surf boards they found at the cabin and run into the sea. They’ve never actually gone surfing but it’s probably not that hard to do

(They find out quickly that it IS hard)

  00:06

Ochako falls a total of six times and it’s on the last that she feels something… grab her. She’s not the only one to notice. Shouto, who had been content to stay out of the water and text on his phone, runs over to help her. They drag the board with them and Tsuyu comes over after she’s resurfaced from her own fall

Ochako winces when she shows them the side of her stomach. There are three scratch marks and they’ve all drawn blood. Not a lot. It’s just a surface wound and they’re sure that if she cleans it off, it’ll stop

“What happened?” Shouto asks, his eyes scanning the area. There are people swimming and splashing but none close enough to where the two were attempting to surf. 

“I-I think someone grabbed me…”

Toru barrels into them, her cheeks flushed and eyes worried, “Are you ok?!”

Since the wound is minor, they all return to playing. Shouto gets roped in by the three of them and they learn that he’s the only one of their group who can surf

This time, they’re part of the beach goers who gawk

(Toru, prepared as always, snaps a selfie at the perfect moment: it shows the three of them grinning and Shouto in the distance, his demeanor cool and aloof)

  00:05

They make it back to the cabin in the evening with bags full of drinks, snacks, and some ointment. They settle around the beds piled together in the living area and Toru exclaims that she’ll paint one of Shouto’s hands red. 

“You should do the other in green,” she tells Tsuyu. 

Tsuyu cocks her head, “Wouldn’t it look better if we alternate the colors?”

Ochako is cleaning her wounds, wincing slightly, but agrees, “It’ll look more balanced that way.”

Shouto lets them paint his nails and even asks them to take a picture when they’re done. 

He sends the picture to his brother with the manicure emoji. 

His brother sends him a picture of the bird, his nails black. 

But he doesn’t see the message until the next morning because he’s roped into helping the girls paint their nails. 

(When they’re done, they take a selfie with all their hands posed in front of them: Shouto’s are red and mossy green, Tohru’s are lime green, Ochako’s are pink and blue, and Tsuyu’s are 3 different shades of green. Shouto sends that one too.)

  00:04

“Ok, imagine this,” Toru tells them, her face pink and her nails lime green, “Imagine you’re stranded on an island, what would you bring with you?”

“My phone,” Shouto tells them, “So I can call for help.”

Toru laughs, “That’s not a good answer! Take a drink!”

His brows furrow, “Why isn’t it a good answer?”

“What if your phone is dead? Then what? There’s no electricity!”

He’s already holding the shot, “It’ll be charged.”

Tsuyu asks, “What’s your battery at now?”

He grumbles when he shows his phone’s battery at 14%. He takes a drink.

“A motorboat,” Tsuyu tells them, “with a lifejacket inside.”

Ochako and Toru both nod, “That’s a good answer!”

Shouto frowns, “I thought we could only take one thing.”

Ochako giggles, “Well, we didn’t specify …”

Toru, who has taken the most drinks so far, belly laughs, “A guitar!”

Tsuyu smiles, “Why a guitar?”

“So I can listen to music,” she tells them. 

Shouto nods, finding her answer acceptable, but Ochako asks, “Can you even play the guitar?”

Toru pauses and then laughs, “No!” She takes a drink. 

“It’s your turn now, Ochako-chan,” Tsuyu tells her. 

Ochako’s face is red. It has been since before they started drinking, “I think it would get lonely so…” Her face goes even redder, “Perhaps someone to spend time with…”

Toru waggles her brows, “ Someone? Anyone specific?”

Ochako laughs, “No, but, I mean, a cute girl would be nice. We could get to know each other.”

Tsuyu and Toru both nod and Shouto looks offended. 

“We can bring people?! ” 

The three of them laugh.

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Toru is the first to run to the bathroom after their little drinking game. Shouto looks unfazed but Tsuyu suspects he’s two seconds away from falling asleep. 

And Ochako…

She rubs her side, feeling it burn slightly. 

  00:02

They all end up falling asleep soon after, their bellies full of alcohol. 

They have two fans running. They did little to keep them cool while they played, but somehow (now) they cause Ochako’s skin to prickle. It feels like there’s something running along her body, some type of phantom touch. 

She unconsciously moves her hand across her body, her mind believing it’s some type of bug or web she can easily flick away. It works at first, but soon after the feeling returns. 

Sleep sticks to her eyes, but she opens her eyes a crack to find something shimmering. She groans, closing her eyes again

I can’t believe Toru’s hair is still so bright…

  00:01

Ochako wakes in a panic, her body bracing for an impact that never comes. Her eyes fly open and it’s only when she finds her bearings that she calms. Her panic is quickly replaced by confusion when she finds she’s the only one on the pile of beds. Her friends have disappeared. 

In their place is a giggle that echoes in the cabin. It’s coming from out front and she wonders if she’s woken up too late. 

She tries to check the clock on the wall she’d seen when they’d arrived, but finds it missing. Her phone is also nowhere near her. That same giggle comes again and she stretches on the bed, did someone come by the cabin? She doesn’t recognize the voice

When she finally finds the energy to get out of bed, she shivers at how cold the floor is. She tiptoes to the bathroom to relieve herself and brush her teeth. She calls out to her friends while she’s still drying her face, but nobody answers her

Instead, when she opens the door, she comes face to face with a blonde girl with golden eyes. She’s grinning wide and her pale cheeks have a heavy blush on them.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Ochako-chan!”

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Ochako…doesn’t know how to react, so she furrows her brows and asks, “Who…are you?”

But the girl doesn’t hesitate. She grabs Ochako’s hand and pulls her out of the bathroom. Ochako shivers at how cold everything feels, but doesn’t pull away…even though she’s never met this girl, she doesn’t feel like she’s in danger. She feels calm, if slightly confused.

The girl pulls her onto the beds again and they bounce slightly. She giggles and when they settle down, the girl looks at her dreamily, “It’s me, Ochako-chan, Himiko! Call me Himiko, okay?”

Ochako smiles back at her, nodding, “Alright…Himiko-chan.”

Himiko’s face somehow gets even redder and it makes Ochako blush as well. 

“H-Himiko-chan, where is everyone?”

Himiko’s smile becomes smaller, more intimate somehow, and when she says, “It’s just me and you today” Ochako shivers. It feels exactly like the night before when she’d felt something crawling against her skin. 

  00:00:02

Ochako changes out of her pajamas. Yes, that must be what happens. 

Himiko is already wearing a black two-piece that makes her pale skin even whiter. She has a sheer cover-top over it. It’s open in the front but trails behind her when she stands to grab the nail polish they’d all left by the kitchen counter. 

Ochako is wearing a yellow swimsuit she doesn’t remember buying. 

She wonders where she got it and then remembers. 

Himiko places the swimsuit against her clothed body and grins, “This color would look good on you!”

Ochako grabs the hanger, contemplating, “Really? I don’t usually wear yellow…”

Himiko nods, dragging her to the changing room.

  00:00:07

“Let’s pretend,” Himiko tells her when she once more jumps onto the beds. She seems to float toward Ochako, “that we’re the only two on this island, ok, Ochako-chan?”

Ochako lays her hands on Himiko’s lap and grins, “Why are we pretending?”

Her nails are the natural shade of pink flesh. 

She blinks at them a few times. Had she…taken off the polish?

Himiko cups her cheeks and Ochako blushes when she notices they’re much closer together. 

“Because, Ochako-chan,” she feels Himiko’s whispered voice embrace her. It echoes off the cabin walls, “you said you wanted a cute girl to spend time with. Aren’t I the cutest? After you that is…”

Their lips are so close that it would take just a second to lean in

  00:00:08

Himiko’s lips are cold but smooth. 

The inside of her mouth is sweet but dry. 

Himiko bites her and there’s blood in their mouths. She whines Ochako’s name between their gasps. 

  00:00:07

“Let’s pretend, ok?” Himiko tells her and Ochako nods. 

  00:00:09

They paint their nails. The pads of Ochako’s fingers become red, the blood bright under Himiko’s hands. Her nails are pink. When Himiko blows on her fingers, Ochako has a sense of deja vu

She’s sure that Toru did this last night. Didn’t we choose two colors?

But when Himiko makes eye contact with her, she forgets. 

“Do you like them, Ochako-chan? I’ve been practicing!”

Ochako smiles at her and nods, “You could be a professional! I’ll paint yours. What color do you want?”

  00:00:06

They choose red. 

“I love the color red,” Himiko tells her against her skin, “It reminds me so much of blood.”

Ochako laughs, shaking the bottle. 

“You’ll look so cute in red, Himiko-chan.”

She paints and paints and paints

  00:00:10

“What else do you like, Ochako-chan?” Himiko asks as they walk along the beach. The sun is already shining brightly in the sky, but the sand is warm, even a bit cool.

Ochako digs her toes into the sand as they go. It helps cool her feverish skin.

They’re holding hands, bright pink intertwined with pale fleshiness. 

There’s a breeze that makes Himiko’s cover-up dance, but Ochako barely feels it. 

She laughs, “Himiko-chan, how can you not know? We’ve been friends for ages!”

Himiko’s grin is wide when she pulls Ochako close. 

“That’s right! We have been. I know everything about you, Ochako-chan!”

  00:00:08

Himiko’s lips are bold and demanding. They devour Ochako.

They slip under her clothes, under her skin, and glide across blood and muscle and tissue and even her soul. 

  00:00:11

They swim in the beach and Ochako carries Himiko on her shoulders, dunking her in the water. There’s nobody else around to play with. 

Ochako has the vague sense that they should be surfing. She’s sure they had surf boards in the cabin’s storage, but when she turns to look for it, it’s gone. 

There’s only sand, palm trees, and a single willow tree. It looks wrong somehow and the roots look dry. They extend out along the beach, as if they’re hoping for a drink, but stop just before reaching their destination. 

They look like hands. So many of them reaching…

Himiko sticks herself to Ochako’s back and Ochako loses her balance. They laugh 

  00:00:05

It’s a cabin. It’s not as warm as Ochako recalls. The wood splinters and she winces when one gets stuck on her palm. 

Himiko stares at her hand intently and offers to help her. 

Ochako winces when they finally get it out and a bit of blood trickles out. 

Himiko licks the droplet and grins, “All better, right?”

  00:00:59

They sit outside in the sun, their bodies lathered in sunscreen. Ochako thinks she’ll get sunburned but Himiko looks as pale as ever, almost like the sun doesn’t reach her. 

Himiko’s hand is placed possessively on her side and it’s the only place that burns. The rest of Ochako’s body is cold. 

They’re talking about her friends…their friends…right? Ochako wonders once again where they’ve gone. Did they go to the store? It hasn’t been very long. She’ll introduce…

No, Himiko has been with them before. She’ll tell them she changed her mind. That her job let her come over and she…she came to meet them…this morning…

“They’re so obvious,” Ochako tells her with a grin, “We all think they should just start dating already!”

But Himiko knows this already, she’d been there after all…

Himiko’s teeth are as white as the rest of her, “Should we date, Ochako-chan?”

No. Not entirely white. There’s a rudyness there. 

She leans in close and Ochako feels herself falling. Himiko has no scent, even after playing in the sand and the sea. Even after running and working up a sweat. Even after Ochako spent so long painting her nails

  00:00:08

Himiko’s body is light and if Ochako hadn’t been clinging to her so tightly, she thinks it would have been just a dream. 

But the way Himiko touches her is real. 

She feels it at her core

  00:00:07

“Let’s pretend,” Himiko whispers into her ear. 

Ochako’s face is red. The hands have reached out further. A gnarly fingertip touches the surface of the water. 

It’s so close.

“Let’s pretend it’s just the two of us, stranded.”

  00:00:01

Himiko’s giggle echoes in the cabin. 

Ochako yawns and smiles when her blonde girlfriend buries her face against her side. 

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Gift for rhapshie: “Poor idiot Yuuji, falling for someone so constipated, he can’t even sort out his F-E-E-L-I-N-G-S. Oops, do you think he can spell?” (SukuIta, JJK)

F-E-E-L-I-N-Gs

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tags: flower language, sukuna swears a lot, sukuna threatening the safety of poor florists, humor, nobamaki teases sukuna

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Sukuna wasn’t mad. No. That would imply that he cared and that was the last thing on his mind. No, he was getting revenge.

Nobara popped the sucker from her mouth and grinned, her single eye looking a little too gleefully in his direction, “Is that what you call it nowadays? Too scared to call it what it is?”

Maki swung an arm around her shoulder and joined in, “Be careful, if you say the F-word, he might run away screaming.”

“Poor idiot Yuuji, falling for someone so constipated, he can’t even sort out his F-E-E-L-I-N-G-S. Oops, do you think he can spell?”

Sukuna puts out the cigarette he’d been smoking and reminds himself that Yuuji wouldn’t like it if his friends up and disappeared one day. Not even if they were the ones provoking him, “Don't you two lesbians have anything better to do? Like go fuck in a car or blow shit up?”

Maki laughed, “Fucked already, currently blowing shit up, is it working? How close to exploding do you think you are on a scale of one shit to five shits?”

“Maybe we should show him the other pictures Yuuji sent us,” Nobara grinned, taking out her phone from her pocket. 

And hell no, Sukuna did not freeze and no, he also didn’t relax slightly when Megumi’s monotone voice announced, “There are no other pictures.”

Sukuna considers his options. At this time of night, he was blessed with no witnesses and both Maki and Nobara were huddled on the ghats so close to the river that he really had the perfect situation to get away with murder. As if sensing his thoughts, Megumi sighed, “You’re proving them right, you know.”

Sukuna had planned to spare Megumi but perhaps a little scare would do wonders on the kid. 

“Besides,” Nobara adds, “We’re Yuuji’s friends. We should be endorsing his slut era, not getting mad. What kind of a boyfriend are you?”

“The kind,” Sukuna grits out, “that gives no shits. I’m out. Get yourselves home you pack of stray delinquents.” 

As he walks away, Nobara yells out, “You’re like two years older than Maki!” 

“Yeah, two years on each of her ass hairs!” he yells back. 

(And no, he did not let the three of them get into his car and he certainly didn’t drop them all off at Maki’s place. He left their asses by the river, went home and silently contemplated his revenge). 

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His revenge comes to him at the ass crack of dawn and if he hightails it to the local flower shop and shoves a few bills onto the counter with a single request ( I need a bouquet that aggressively says fuck you)...well, he thinks he’s perfectly justified. And no, him having slept only 2 hours has nothing to do with anything

Sadly, the first flower shop employee has no clue what kind of bouquet that would be (the fuck! What kind of person works at a flower shop and doesn’t know flower language?! He leaves the shop while calling the guy a useless idiot and that maybe Sukuna should give him a fuck you bouquet), while the second refuses to make it for him, even after (or perhaps especially after) he threatens to burn the place down. Figuratively. He’d never actually do that but apparently the guy didn’t know and he’d hightailed it back to his car before the guy could untangle himself enough to call for help

It’s only after he’s driven around for about 2 hours that he finds some dingy old flower shop willing to give him what he wants. The owner looks like he’s at least 500 years old but he laughs at the request. 

“Youngsters these days, so full of passion. This for your girl?”

“More like a snotty nosed brat,” he grumbles, his fingers tapping against the counter.

The old man just nods, “It’s a nice gift.”

Sukuna grins, “Won’t know what hit him. Bet he’d be too stupid. Hey, add one that means stupid in there.”

The bouquet ends up being a horrifically colorful mess of reds, oranges, yellows, and purples. Sukuna thinks it’s loud, angry, and exactly what he needs. He leaves the old man a tip and pockets the pamphlet with the meaning of the flowers. 

“As long as it means he’s stupid and needs to fuck off, I don’t care what else is written on there.”

The old man just laughs.

When Sukuna comes home he’s not even surprised to see Yuuji in the living room with the three parasites from last night playing on the console they set up a few months ago.

Yuuji doesn’t turn to him, too busy racing but Sukuna can hear his smile when he says, “Sukuna, you’re back! Where’d you go so early?”

Yuuji’s voice sounds tired. He even tries to stifle a yawn and Sukuna frowns, “Why are you awake? And didn’t I leave you three to rot by the river last night?”

“That’s not what you said when you tucked us in last night,” Maki teases. “Even gave Megumi a goodnight kiss.”

Megumi makes a disgusted sound, “Did not.”

“We heard some weirdo tried to rob a flower shop,” Nobara snickers. “Figured that was our cue to come see the show.”

The screen flashes their ranks in the race and Yuuji stretches, leaning back against the couch and smiles, “Kiss.”

But Sukuna doesn’t lean over to grant Yuuji’s request. Instead, he shoves the bouquet onto his waiting lips (and face). He squawks and Sukuna laughs. A few lose their petals and fall into Yuuji’s hair. 

Yuuji grabs the bouquet properly and Sukuna gets a front row seat to Yuuji’s reactions. He goes from confusion to delight, his pallor replaced by a healthy red and the tiredness in his eyes flees for a moment. He smells the flowers and grins, “Someone woke up sweet today. What are these for exactly?”

Sukuna smirks, “Fuck you.”

Nobara stage sings, “F-E-E-L-I-N-Gs.”

(The bouquet ends up in the kitchen and Sukuna slips the pamphlet the old man gave him under the makeshift vase.)

notes for this fic: - the prompt is based on this tumblr post - rhapshie also mentioned: "Yuuji is confused why Sukuna gave him a buncha of flowers but he just ends up blushing furiously <333 can be AU :)" -i went the AU route and only have a vague idea of everyone's circumstances and ages. for example, i know sukuna is older than everyone and that megumi is the youngest but i'm not sure how much younger. he's like the younger brother/cousin that always tags along with his older relative and their friends. i also have a vague idea that yuuji is in his 20s. he went through 3 different occupations as i wrote this, haha -i wanted to focus on Sukuna so i made the fic from his POV. i also really wanted nobara and maki to interact with sukuna and that somehow turned him into a chihuahua and dad/older brother figure?? LOL -i was curious about the flowers and found that they all also?? mean positive things. tbh idk how flower language works but according to a very quick search, while the bouquet means fuck you, it can also 1) be an apology - carnations, 2) encourages someone who is facing a challenge - orange lilies, 3) help reduce stress and bring comfort- meadowsweet & geraniums, and 4) means protection- foxglove. sukuna knows this double meaning (he totally read the pamphlet)

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