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Gift for sam: “You’re obsessed,” Shouto tells her when she asks him to take the lead for today’s tours. Her smile is a bit sheepish, “Isn’t that the natural state of scientists?” (TogaChako)

Predation

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tags: marine biologist ochako, friendship, blood, ochako is reckless, ambiguous/open ending, creature toga, curiosity bordering on obsession

A/N: I will just say that with a title like 'predation' and these tags... don't expect a "good" ending. Just know it's...ambiguous, lol. Also, I talk about the research I did for the fic on AO3 so if that's something you're curious about, head on over~

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When Ochako takes her mask and snorkeling gear off her face, the first thing she’s presented with is Shouto’s hand and a gruff, “Here.”

“Huh?” 

She blinks at his face and then focuses on his hand, gasping when she finds a glowing pink scale tucked between his fingers. 

Shouto smiles, “I knew you’d like it.”

She grabs it reverently and grins, “It looks amazing! Thanks!” But she can only hold in her laughter for so long. She giggles, “And take off that mask! Or you’ll tan funny!”

The clients are already being herded along by Aizawa and while Ochako would normally go and join in the friendly conversation, Shouto had stolen all her attention with his gift. Now all she wanted to do was get out of her wetsuit and investigate. Or, her eyes briefly go back toward the sea, get back in the water…

Shouto pulls off his mask with a grunted “don’t even think about it” and she laughs when she sees the ridges the mask has left around his face. She suspects she’s in a similar situation. She also takes his advice, for now.

Someone taps her shoulder and stage whispers, “Come on, let’s go before they call us over!”

It’s Yaomomo with a bag slung over her shoulder, video gear already settled inside. Ochako doesn’t have to be told twice and they both drag Shouto with them. She makes sure to hold on tightly to the scale

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Ochako thinks she's gotten into the routine of things after working for Aizawa’s boat company (which he ran with two friends from high school and named Plus Ultra ☆ Scuba) for nearly a year. She didn’t struggle as much with getting out of her wetsuit (company-provided) anymore and she’d stopped wearing impractical outfits under it, opting to keep things simple and short.

It was a nice change to her previous job, which often left her stuck in a lab and away from her true passion: the sea. 

She sighs. She’d also accepted that showers at work had to be quick. She scratches her wrist and mentally reminds herself to apply some lotion again. 

When she walks into the office she shares with Shouto and Yaomomo she grins. Both of her friends are already at their desks, which makes the next item on her mental “to-do” list easier to mark off. She sits down and swivels toward Shouto.

She raises the scale so that they can all see it, “Where and when did you find this?”

He only glimpses at her, his eyes trained on his screen. She knows he can’t be looking at anything too important and she’s right when she peeks to find him mindlessly scrolling through emails. She raises a brow at him and he pretends not to notice

“It was at the bottom of the floor.” 

She waits for him to say more and then realizes she’s talking about Shouto Todoroki. Unless she was talking with his sister or eldest brother, it was going to take more prying. 

“How did you find it?” she raises it to the light, “It’s so light now…”

When he’d first given it to her, the color had been a vivid pink, almost magenta, but when she’d left the shower and retrieved it, it had lost most of its pigment. She’d spooked Yaomomo when she’d started yelling. And now it was a nearly transparent rose color. She wondered if it would still hold any pigment by the end of her shift.

He finally leans back into his chair and nods toward Yaomomo, “I noticed it reflected off your gear.”

Yaomomo, who is busy (transferring the data she’d just recorded), nods absentmindedly. 

Ochako pouts, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Shouto just shrugs, “You were busy.”

She slumps into her chair. That was one of the downsides of being the diving leader. She had to always focus on the clients, “Were there others?”

Shouto lifts his hand to his chin, “No…I didn’t notice any others.”

She nods and scoots back to her desk, turning on her desktop. It makes a few whirring sounds, letting her know it’s powering on and she complains, “We have all this cool tech but our computers are so old!”

Yaomomo laughs, “I believe you mean your computer is old.”

And she’s right. Out of the three computers, Yaomomo’s desktop was bulkier, but it was faster and meant for editing and sorting through large amounts of data. Meanwhile, hers and Shouto’s (based on how long it took for them to power up) were just regular computers running on a system that was probably a decade old. 

It probably helped that Yaomomo was the scion of her family (and the sponsor of Plus Ultra ☆ Scuba). The Yaoyorozus were a family with their fingers in nearly all the technology Ochako had ever laid eyes on. That probably didn’t sound very exhaustive since Ochako had never been one for digital accessories, but it was all-encompassing. She’d seen the Yaoyorozu logo on too many things. Even electric toothbrushes! 

That seems to remind her, “Oh, how was the gear today? Let me know if anything was faulty. Mei’s been messaging me all day.”

She checks her phone and smiles, and Ochako sighs forlornly, “It’s tough being single, isn’t it Shouto-kun?”

He smiles, “I wouldn’t know.”

Ochako makes an inhuman noise and kicks her legs, “What do I have to do to get hit on by a pretty girl for a change!”

Yaomomo laughs and even Shouto gives a little amused sigh. 

Ochako pouts and contemplates the device on her desk.

Before they’d gone diving, Yaomomo had given her and Shouto one of their newest diving creations. A collaboration with Izumo Tech, which was probably the only other company on par with the Yaoyorozus. This specific item was originally a vague idea Yaomomo had vocalized in front of Mei and Mei (always up for a challenge), had told her they should try inventing something to fix the problem. The problem being that it was hard to communicate with clients while underwater

Yaomomo had told them about some of the more interesting and failed ideas Mei had suggested. Ochako remembers the idea of creating some sort of gill-like feature for humans and smiles, if only that were possible! 

That little moment had eventually led to them contacting Izumo Tech for parts (and their heir had taken an interest in the project). She wasn’t sure about the specifics after that, but it had led to the first prototype sitting on their desks.

“I think it’s really useful,” Ochako tells her.

“But…”

Ochako laughs, “But…it’s a little hard to use with gloves. The keys are so tiny.”

Yaomomo nods seriously, taking some notes. 

The device looked a bit like one of those old early 2000s phones that would flip open to reveal access to a keyboard. Though she supposes the style is now more reminiscent of compact digital dictionaries, except not as slim. But even for a prototype, the device had been a big help. Ochako had been compiling information regarding the local marine ecology for months now and it was nice to see her labor finally presented in a tangible form, even if the design was a bit basic…

“I’m sure Mei will love the feedback!” Yaomomo grins. "We haven’t named it yet either,” she tells them, “If you have any name suggestions, I’ll gladly pass them along.”

Shouto’s brows furrow and they both laugh at his concentrated look. 

She continues, “I also spoke with Haruichi-san about potentially changing the format so that it’s less text and reading-based and more dictation. He’s developing some designs but it sounds like he’s settled on an earpiece.”

Ochako grins, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the scale she’d slipped back into her coat pocket. It was smooth all around, “It sounds like you’ve all thought of everything already.”

Yaomomo blushes, “It’s all theory and ideas. You two are my best sources for how it actually works in practice. So don’t be afraid to be critical.”

“The hammer,” Shouto announces. 

They both look at him confused. 

Ochako asks, “Why…The Hammer?”

He lifts the device off his desk and says, “It’s heavy. And the shape…” He’s pointing at the square-like antenna poking out from one side, “is like a hammer.”

Yaomomo and Ochako share a look and then burst out laughing. 

Between giggles, Yaomomo says, “I’m sure Mei and Haruichi-san will love it.”

Shouto looks satisfied and Ochako laughs harder.

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Ochako makes a folder titled “Unknown Specimen - Pink Scale” and starts to draft up what she’s observed so far. One: the piece is about 3 inches long and 2 in width. Two: The shape is similar to cycloid scales, however, the longer she looked at it under the microscope, the more it was starting to look like just a plastic mold. Three: In less than 24 hours, the scale went from a vibrant shimmering pink to a pale, almost transparent, rose color. She’d also tried (in a lab) submerging it back into seawater, burying it into a seabed, and even dying it. All to see if the color would return somehow. That last one had been something Shouto had suggested and while she’d been hesitant to destroy the only specimen she had, she’d been curious as well. Luckily, it hadn’t worked, but it had produced surprising results. 

Which led to point four: the scale couldn’t be dyed. She’d tried different methods and nothing took hold. 

And now here she was, almost three days later, revisiting the place Shouto had found it at. Alone. Kind of.  

Since today was one of their days off, Ochako had decided to skip the wetsuit, wearing a simple two-piece with gloves and a belt across her chest. The scale was in one of the pockets since she had a different theory: assuming there was a possibility for the scale to regain its pigment, perhaps it needed the Actual sea and not recreations. 

While most days, Ochako would enjoy the view, today she was on a mission. She felt along the seabed with her hands, careful to do so gently, in case anything was hiding under there. 

Nothing. 

It’s only when she starts swimming between the more intricate rock formations that she finds another scale. Except that this one is yellow, almost gold. 

She pulls a camera out of one of the pockets and takes a snapshot of the area. The water feels slightly cooler here and while the fish still swim near the arch, it’s less densely populated. She notes the fish swimming around, realizing the scale can’t belong to any of them. It’s too big.

She swims back up to the surface and Yaomomo helps her back into the boat. 

“Did you see anything?” Ochako asks once she’s taken off her gear. Yaomomo gives her a towel

“Everything seems fine,” she tells her, showing her a sped-up playback of the recording that the video camera strapped to Ochako’s belt had captured, “The animals seem fine. We haven’t been keeping too hard an eye on the area, but nothing looks damaged either.”

Ochako nods, “That’s what I thought too, but it doesn’t make sense.”

They decide to head back to the beach. 

As they do, Ochako pulls out the scale she just found and frowns even deeper. She had thought it had been the same as the pink one, but this one was slightly flatter and actually had ridges and spikes. When she changed the angle, it also shimmered, but only slightly. 

She takes out the other scale to compare (even though she’s practically memorized its shape by this point) and yells. Yaomomo stops steering and runs over to her, “What’s wrong?! Are you okay?!”

Ochako nods but doesn’t look away from her hand, “Look.”

Yaomomo does and her eyes widen. The pink scale is vibrant once more.

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“You’re obsessed,” Shouto tells her when she asks him to take the lead for today’s tours. 

Her smile is a bit sheepish, “Isn’t that the natural state of scientists?”

“It’s dangerous,” he tells her but doesn’t stop her from packing her things, “We don’t know how long whatever’s down there has been there.”

That does stop Ochako momentarily, but not for long. It’s true that the day after she’d found the yellow scale, she’d returned with Yaomomo to plant a few cameras. They left them in three different places in hopes of finding whatever was down there, but all they had to show for their efforts were two destroyed cameras and no answers. Yaomomo had been devastated and then worried that something so strong was so near. 

They’d told Aizawa about it and he’d decided to change the location of future tours. We’ll keep an eye out and I don’t want to hear about any of you going back there until I give the ok

She looks at the two scales she’d collected. The gold one had lost all its luster and brilliance in the same way the pink one had, and the pink one had…changed. 

It was almost like an independent organism. There was still nothing under the microscope and the only explanation she had was magic (what were the chances!) or a really thick surface (though even then, she knew there had to be something ) that somehow blocked her every attempt to physically investigate the item. 

Shouto had (once more) reminded her that she could just crack it open, but she hadn’t wanted to, especially after its metamorphosis. The scale had kept accumulating pigment and now was almost a ruby red and three spikes had appeared on its surface. They were all different lengths but didn’t extend past what she assumed was the base of the scale. They were also sharp when touched by hand

She’d learned that the hard way. 

“And,” he stresses, “you’d be going alone. I’m worried.”

She smiled. Shouto wasn’t always vocal about his feelings, assuming they all just knew how he felt, so she treasured the times when he did. 

“I’ll be ok, we’ve all gone diving on our own a few times. I won’t go far.”

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Ochako keeps to her promises. She stays in the vicinity of where both scales were found, which also happened to be the only place the camera survived. She’s a little nervous, but it’s a nervous excitement. She’s not sure why, but she has the feeling that something will happen. 

She straps the belt across her chest, once more foregoing the wetsuit, but wearing a more standard one piece swimsuit. It helps keep her gear in place. 

“Time to find some answers!” she pumps herself up and jumps.

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She realizes something isn’t right when her head goes under and she looks down at where she feels pain on her chest. There’s a small stream of red coming off the pocket where she’d stored the red scale. One of the spindles has torn through the fabric of the belt and it dances in the water. She grimaces

What…happened?

She thinks her vision starts to go dark. It’s only early noon so the sunlight should help light her way at this depth. She blinks rapidly and realizes that there are also no other fish. 

They’re hidden…

It’s here…

She gasps, the pain becoming stronger but she can’t move her body as well as she’d like.

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It feels like she’s suspended in the water for a long time, but it must only be for a moment. She sees it then, in her peripheral vision. It’s…like a dragon. Whatever it is has a long tail and when it shimmers gold, Ochako realizes it’s the creature she’s been looking for. 

Except that now she thinks it was looking for her . 

She closes her eyes and when she opens them, she finds herself staring into the clearest and brightest brown eyes she’s ever seen. They’re so clear they look like they’re gold. They’re framed by blonde hair and a long smile that splits the creature’s pretty features. And right against its cheeks lay two scales, blood red with spindles that look more like whiskers

They seem to have a will of their own too, some of them curling towards Ochako.

This isn’t what I meant…when I said I wanted a cute girl…to hit on me…

Bubbles rise to the surface.

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Ochako used to have an imaginary friend when she was a kid. It wasn’t strange. All children had imaginary friends and all children, her included, would insist that their friend wasn’t imaginary. Her parents thought it was cute…until they realized that her imaginary friend would always be in the sea. 

“But she’s lonely,” Ochako cried as her parents settled her into bed, her small fingers pruney. 

“Ochako,” her mother’s stern voice was wobbly, “What you did tonight was dangerous and not okay. We…If we hadn’t found you…”

She also starts crying and her father comforts her. His voice is softer when he talks to her, “Ochako, what did we say about nighttime?”

Ochako sniffles, shame rising to her face, “Night is for sleeping and-and staying inside.”

He nods, “That’s right. I’m glad you remember. Now, do you know why we’re upset?”

She looks at her mother, who is starting to wipe away the tears on her face. 

“Because you’re worried?”

“Yes,” he smiles, covering both her hands in his one giant one, “Now, going out without telling us wasn’t right. We talked about communication, remember?” She nods, “And I know you’re worried about your friend, but I’m sure she’s gone home too.”

“But she doesn’t have a home!”

“Let me tell you something you might not know,” he says, grinning, “Mermaids have homes, too. In the sea. They’re called Nests. Your friend will be fine.”

Her eyes grow wide, “Really? How do you know?”

He nods, “Because I’m a marine biologist. It’s our job to know everything about the sea.”

“I want to be a marine biologist too!” her father laughs and even her mother lets out a few chuckles. 

“That makes me happy to hear,” he tells her, “But marine biologists work in teams and they have to keep their promises. And communicate. Now, it’s time for bed, little mermaid.”

Ochako giggles, “I’m not a mermaid! Himiko is!”

Her parents share a look. When they leave her room, Ochako hears her mother’s mumbled, those marks on her arms… She isn’t able to hear her father’s answer.

She pulls her pajama top’s sleeve up past her wrist and looks at the little pinpricks. The most recent one is pink. Himiko had put it on the inside of her wrist. 

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Ochako has always lived by the sea. Many seas in fact. All because her father was a marine biologist. When people hear about her family they nod, making sense of her career decision. 

But they don’t know about the one time her father got a new job, which meant they had to move. And Ochako had cried because they didn’t tell her until it was too late. Too late to say goodbye. She was never the type to throw tantrums, but she had that day.

They don’t know how she ran into a new corner of the sea and yelled out the name of her friend, hoping she had followed her. 

She doesn’t tell them that she’d drawn whiskers on her face and lines against her neck and pretended she could breathe underwater, only to rise to the surface gasping and crying.

Her parents don’t know that she made a promise with a little blonde creature and, in time, she grows up and also forgets. 

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She tastes blood on her lips and feels pressure against her body. She thinks the sun has set with how dark it’s become. Vibrations dance along her skin like kisses. 

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“Ochako-chan!” the mermaid coos, “I told you I would find you! I knew it was you, the taste of your blood is so unique!”

In a more subdued voice, she says, “I can tell you still love me so much. I do too, Ochako-chan.”

The creature’s smile becomes so wide its jaw unhinges. 

“Let me have more, ok, Ochako-chan?”

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So, when I was doing my thesis on whether or not fanfiction should be considered a legitimate genre of literature, my advising professor asked me for examples.  I gave him the generic ones, of course - “Pride & Prejudice and Zombies” is a horror fanfic of “Pride & Prejudice”, “50 Shades of Grey” is an erotica fic of “Twilight" - and that seemed to make him understand what fanfiction is, but not how it’s useful.  So I thought about it, and, after about a minute, I said, “Paradise Lost is basically a fanfiction of the Book of Genesis.  And The Divine Comedy is an epic self-insertion fic for Catholic doctrine.  So, basically, you were teaching us fanfiction last semester.”  I had never before seen a grown man’s eyes widen with such fear, incomprehension, disgust, awe, and understanding.

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I’ve just realized 😂 that typically Hawks keeps his wings fairly relaxed when not using them

But then in a bunch of panels where he’s in front of Enji…

He’s preening by showing off his wings. Take this how you will lolol 😆

"Fuck..."

"Fuck you"

"Fuck this"

"Fuck them"

"Fuck him"

"Fuck her"

"Fuck the system"

"Fucking hell"

"Fuck (blank)"

"Fuck it"

"Fuck all of you"

"Fuck all of it"

"Fuck your parents"

"Fuck what they think"

"Fuck me"

"Fuck yeah"

"Fuck no"

"Fuck, what did you do?"

"Fucked it up, again"

"Fucker"

"Fucking bitch"

"Fuck this shit (I'm out)"

"Fuck, you caught me"

"Fuck, what the fuck?"

"Fuck. What now?"

"Fuck. Hi?"

"Fuck, what do we do?"

"Fuck. What did you do?"

"Fuck's sakes dude"

"Fuck. Wait, why?"

"Fuck..."

Please give a reblog and 💓 if you're enjoying these and want me to keep making them.

Shoto: *sees a shirt for sale and stops dead in the street*

Izuku: Is this a good idea?

Shoto: It’s the best idea I’ve ever had.

———

Shoto: *wearing a shirt that says I love my slut Dad*

Enji: …

Enji: I-

Enji: You know what, I love you too, Shoto.

Jujutsu Kaisen Big Bang – Dark Edition: FAQ

What is Jujutsu Kaisen Big Bang - Dark Edition?

Jujutsu Kaisen Big Bang – Dark Edition is a fanfic and fanart collaborative challenge centred on characters and pairings exclusive to Jujutsu Kaisen with a focus on dark and/or mature themes.

What kind of pairings are acceptable?

This is a multi-ship challenge and as such, all pairings are acceptable as long as the characters involved in the pairing are characters from Jujutsu Kaisen.

Are Gen fanworks accepted in Dark Edition?

Yes, for the purposes of this challenge, gen fanwork (defined as a fanwork that contains no romantic or sexual content) is also accepted. We would expect any gen fanworks to include or touch on any one of the mature and/or dark themes present in Jujutsu Kaisen eg. loss, psychological horror, canon typical violence.

Note: Works can absolutely have happy endings and do not have to be extreme!

Does my work have to be canon compliant?

Alternate Universe and Alternate Reality works are permitted, however, crossovers are not.

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Yes and as such all participants must be 18+.

This event will contain works with mature themes ranging from sexually explicit content to horror. We accept all ships and content but works must be tagged appropriately. Please READ content warnings before viewing any of the works produced. If it’s not for you, walk away.

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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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00:10

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.

  00:03

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!”

  00:00

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. 

  00:00:02

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When Sakura is added to the Furin first year group chat and his cellphone use starts to increase, nobody thinks to tell him about the dangers of being online, meeting up with strangers, or suspicious ads. (KameSaku, TogaSaku)

Dogg on Premise (Clean Up After)

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tags: Sakura and cellphone, stranger meetup, 0721, oral

A/N: I wrote some self-indulgent 0721 day (hj) content, hehe. My first contribution to windbreaker. Since it's NSFW, this post is only an excerpt, check out the full fic on AO3

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When Sakura is added to the Furin first year group chat and his cellphone use starts to increase, nobody thinks to tell him about the dangers of being online, meeting up with strangers, or suspicious ads. 

He grumbles as he walks across a train crossing. He’d seen it a few times during patrol, but had never ventured further since it technically wasn’t Furin territory anymore. He frowns as he goes under, noticing the change in atmosphere immediately. He tries not to let that bother him. He’d lived in sketchier places before but as he walks down the road full of bars and nightlife, he wonders if maybe he took a wrong turn somewhere. He blushes when he sees a couple kissing in front of a shop while the owner smokes, uncaring of how heated they’re becoming

He pulls out his phone and opens up the last conversation he had before heading over

unknown number, 8:47pm <<lets meet tonight <<i have a few minutes to spare <<make sure not to tell anyone, ok ;)

me, 8:55pm >>why the hell not

unknown number, 8:56pm <<a bit unfair to gang up on me like that dont you think <<not that i cant handle a few more bodies

me, 9:02pm >>only cowards fight dirty 1on1 it is

unknown number, 9:03pm <<oh that came faster than the last message <<looks like youre getting better with those fingers of yours <<come here: places.app.wbd/9RDMzps69T?x_t=bnr

me, 9:08pm >>shut up

me, 9:09pm >>!

Unknown number, 9:10pm <<wwwww <<just follow the signs

He feels himself get mad just thinking about the conversation and when he taps the link to open the location, he can’t help but let his finger linger with a little too much force. Instead of opening the link, a menu opens and he curses

He squints at the options and (gently) clicks open . When it does, he realizes he is in the right place and he’s only a few paces away. 

“Aren’t you a cutie? New around here?” a voice calls out from his right and he turns to find a slim man making pawing gestures at him. 

Sakura frowns, “So what if I am?”

The man laughs at his response and Sakura’s frown drops when he doesn’t detect any malice. The people in this town really are weird. They gave him food, tried to treat his wounds, called out greetings whenever they saw him, and now they even laughed like they’d been friends for ages. Even after being here for a few weeks, it was hard to get used to this feeling of community.

The man gestures him over, “I’m surprised nobody’s picked you up yet. Where ya headed?”

When Sakura comes closer, phone still in his hand, the stranger throws an arm around his waist, pulling him in close. Sakura freezes, then blushes to the tips of his ears, “W-Why are you so damn close, huh?! Are you tryna pick a fight?!”

He tries to move away, but the stranger holds him tight, “Wow, that really is your natural hair color, isn’t it?”

Sakura goes rigid for a different reason. He growls, “Let go.”

The stranger tries to soothe him by rubbing his side and without his Furin jacket, Sakura feels the touch a little too closely. His face lights up again. The stranger smiles, “Come on, don’t get mad. I think it suits you. You’re cute, but you have a bit of a temper. Now,” he says, grabbing Sakura’s hand to see his phone’s screen, “where are you…”

He lets go immediately, as if Sakura had burned him somehow, and steps back. Sakura can finally breathe a little easier but the guy seems a little nervous now, “Oh, didn’t realize you were one of his guys. My bad.”

Sakura raises a brow but doesn’t get a chance to say much else to the guy. Before the stranger retreats into the bar behind him, he says, “Just go down that way. It’s hard to miss.”

“Thanks,” Sakura mumbles, “I guess…”

Alone once more, he walks down the small street the stranger had pointed at. It was narrow. Too narrow, he vaguely thinks, noticing that it would only fit two people walking shoulder-to-shoulder. He snickers, Three, if one of them is Sugishita. Except it was more likely he’d take up the whole width for himself, refusing to walk next to anyone but Umemiya…

The path is mostly dark and the only reason Sakura isn’t stumbling over himself is that every few steps, a light will turn on to light his way. They turn off once he’s passed them, leaving the way he came bathed in darkness. It’s a perfect place to get attacked… But this doesn’t bother him. He’s used to fighting in the open and closed quarters. He won’t let anyone get the upper hand, no matter the location

By the time he finally emerges, the liveliness of the main street feels like something he imagined. 

Instead, he finds himself looking at a giant abandoned building. When he takes out his phone again, the app says he’s arrived.

He grins.

The way the building has been claimed by art and stickers reminds him of Furin High. No place on its surface is left unblemished. He feels himself get excited, That guy must be the real deal if people react to this place like that guy! Sakura is glad he answered that message. He knew that he couldn’t get to the top alone and he was glad he had Suou and Nirei on his side to help him, but there was still a lot he needed to do. Just because he had friends now, didn’t mean he could slack off in his training

He needed to get stronger if he wanted to get to the top and stay there. 

Except that now that he’s here, he’s not sure where to go. He tries going through the front, but finds the door locked. He even pounds on it a few times and calls out, but nothing happens. The place truly appears to be abandoned.

<<just follow the signs

He frowns, “What signs?”

It takes a bit of searching, but the only sign he manages to find is a worn out “dog on premise” sign. Like the rest of the building, it’s been graffitied. There’s an extra “g” next to “dog” and stickers cover the edges. There’s also something like spilled paint running down the top and it makes the letters look messy and runny. At the bottom, it reads ‘clean up after’. 

“What does that mean?” he wonders aloud and walks toward the little alcove the sign is affixed to. There are some stairs going down and he frowns again. He’s starting to realize this place is a bit strange. But I’m already here, and he didn’t need anyone thinking he’d ran away!

To his surprise, the door isn’t locked. He opens it and finds himself in a bathroom. The light flickers momentarily

There are three stalls and a two person sink. There’s also another door at the end of the room. He raises a brow. Perhaps it used to be a staff entrance? But when he opens the door, the entrance has been bricked off. 

“The hell…”

That’s when he realizes he’s not alone. There’s a tapping sound, like wood on floor and he turns around quickly, legs apart and arms raised, “Who’s there!”

“Ahhh,” a male voice answers, “You’re here.”

It’s coming from the first stall and he’s not sure how he missed the clogged feet when he’d walked in. They stop tapping against the floor. 

Sakura is beyond confused, “You’re…in the toilet?”

The voice laughs, “That’s right.”

Neither says anything for a moment and Sakura briefly wonders if someone did attack him on the street and managed to knock him out. This feels a little too surreal. 

“Are you,” he begins, “...almost done?”

The man makes a long contemplative sound, “No, not really. Just started actually.”

Sakura hears the sound of clothes being moved around, but the feet stay in place, unbothered, “Why don’t you join me in the next stall?”

Sakura’s brows are furrowed so tightly, he thinks this is what the grandmas mean when they say he shouldn’t frown so much or his face will stay stuck like that, “What? I don’t need to use the toilet! And why aren’t you ready? I’m not here to play games!”

He’s not sure when he lowered his arms, but he raises them again. 

The man laughs and then grunts, like he’s hit himself, except that the only noise Sakura can still hear is the sound of clothes. When he swallows, the sound his throat makes is too loud. He feels a sense of something he can’t name run down his spine and he suddenly wishes Kotoha hadn’t taken his Furin jacket. But she’d insisted it needed some mending, a member of Bofurin can’t go walking around looking like this, have some pride! 

Not like a jacket can do anything in a fight anyway…

The guy knocks on the wall of his stall, “Come on. I promise it’ll be fine.”

Sakura shakes his head, “No, you come out here! Or I’ll go wait outside!”

“Sakura.” So far, the voice had been playful but the way the man says his name is strict. Sakura shivers, “Go into the stall next to mine.”

His face goes red, why the hell am I blushing?!

But he realizes that there’s only so much he can do. He can either walk away, which he doesn’t want to do after coming so far. He can bust down the door, which he doesn’t want to do. He might like to fight, but he wouldn’t attack someone when they’re on the toilet! Or he could listen and just wait…in the stall next to him. He remembers the reaction of the guy from before and grits his teeth, “Fine!”

The voice becomes playful again, “Good boy.”

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The Incident of October 15th

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tags: movie night, cuddles, fluff, established relationship, confessions, flashbacks, inspired by a tiktok, humor

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They start dating after “The Incident”

What is the incident, you may be wondering…

Maki groans as Yuuta’s eyes light up, ready to tell the tale for what seems the hundredth time in the last year. Yuji looks baffled by her response and Nobara wonders if maybe she should have put a leash on him. No, she hasn’t heard the story yet and she was also curious, but if it made Maki react like that then surely whatever Yuuta was about to let leak from his mouth was nothing good.

Or, she remembers the ring on his finger and shudders, mushy

Panda smiles and says, “He loves to tell that story. I hope you’re prepared to be here all night.”

Megumi sighs because yes, he has heard the story. Multiple times. And seen the videos and edits that had (and sometimes still continue to be) circulated on social media.

Yuuji, optimistic as ever, just grins, “It can’t be that bad. Just look at how cute they’re being. They don’t even care that we’re here.”

He makes a huge gesture as if they hadn’t noticed the pair cuddling on the loveseat. It had been hard to ignore, especially when Yuuta had nearly growled at anyone who so much as tried to claim the seat next to Inumaki. And Yuuji, having first-hand experience fighting with him, had tiptoed away, hands raised in a placating manner.

There had been some shuffling and Yuuji had felt his cheeks go red when he heard Yuuta’s quiet, wait Inumaki-senpai, not there. And, Can you raise your legs for a bit? But when he’d turned to look at what they were doing, all he found was them repositioned and cuddling. Inumaki had settled between Yuuta’s legs, his eyes still concentrated solely on his Switch, but he looked relaxed with his legs outstretched and his head on Yuuta’s chest. Yuuta, meanwhile, had looked too pleased with himself, his arms around Inumaki, one of his legs cushioned under Inumaki’s, and the arm of the loveseat (probably) digging painfully into his back. They may as well have called it the Yuuta-Seat

About 15 minutes later, Maki had thrown Yuuta a pillow and he’d grinned her way in thanks.

And, not long after that, Yuuji paused the movie they were watching and asked when they’d started dating, his curiosity finally spilling into the room.

“You do remember he growled at you, right? Ignore him!” Nobara pokes him on the forehead.

“You know I’m a romantic at heart!" he gestures at the TV, which has the latest Human Earthworm movie paused (Nobara had refused to watch it in theaters but that didn’t stop Yuuji from buying it and adding it to their Movie Night collection, much to her horror). The movie is paused at the scene where Earthworm Man and Maria are holding hands near the cottage where they first met

Maki concedes, “It’s mushy as hell but also funny. We teased him for months because of it.”

Panda chuckles, “First year Yuuta was so fun to tease. He doesn’t blush like he used to.”

Inumaki raises an eyebrow at the comment and says something so softly Yuuji can’t hear but it must be something Big because Yuuta blushes to the tips of his ears. He also whines out Inumaki’s name. Yuuji can’t see it, but he’s sure Inumaki is smirking

“Touché, is he always this petty?” Nobara asks, smirking.

Inumaki says “tsuna” at the same time Maki says, “Very.”

But Panda is right. Yuuta loves to tell the story and he brings the conversation back to Yuuji’s original question

“It happened on October 15th.”

“Bonito Flakes,” Inumaki says, eyes still glued to his game, and Yuuta beams, “That’s right! It was by the station around noon.”

Nobara leans toward Maki and whispers, “That is so freaky.”

Maki whispers back, “That’s only the tip of the iceberg…”

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The Incident does indeed happen on October 15th around noon on a slightly cloudy day near the station. Inumaki and Yuuta had finished the mission they’d been assigned and after making a quick stop for some cough candies, they were headed back to Jujutsu High. They’d gotten as far as the entrance to the station when someone called out. Neither of them had noticed it was THEM the stranger was calling out to until they tapped Yuuta’s shoulder

“Are you two together?” they ask again.

Yuuta blushes, “Us? T-together?!” 

But Inumaki had been more composed and just nodded. 

Yuuta’s voice cracked when he yelled out, “WE ARE?!”

The stranger laughs and tells them, “We’re interviewing people around here, asking a few questions, nothing serious. They’ve got a nose for things, that’s why I called out,” he points at the cameraperson who is waving their phone. “It’ll just be a minute or two. But we did want to post it on social media if that’s alright with you.”

Yuuta looks over at Inumaki, not sure what the protocol for this would be, but Inumaki just shrugs. The stranger grins, “Great!”

The camera starts rolling. 

“So, how long have you two been together?” 

Yuuta could feel sweat building on his forehead as a small mic was placed in front of his face, “We’re not-”

But Inumaki holds up two fingers.

“Two?” the stranger asks, bringing the mic back to himself,  “Like two years?”

Inumaki shakes his head, “Sujiko.”

The guy looks at Yuuta for help but even he still hasn’t deciphered the way Inumaki speaks. It was too soon. And seeing the mic move between the three of them so rapidly was doing something to his knees. He weakly replies, “Two…months…?”

Inumaki nods. 

The stranger laughs, “Wow! You two even have your own coded language, that’s so cute!”

Yuuta wasn’t sure what his face was doing anymore, “Y-yeah…”

“Two months, practically newlyweds! You probably don’t have many stories to tell yet, so we’ll keep it simple. Why’d you decide to date? What’s so appealing about this timid guy? And no coded words so we can understand, yeah?” the stranger says while looking at Inumaki.

The way Inumaki makes eye contact with Yuuta is what seals it. Yuuta can tell he’s starting to realize that ‘together’ means together and a part of Yuuta doesn’t want to hear Inumaki take it back. He also thinks Inumaki-senpai’s cursed speech won’t let him answer! and I have to help somehow!

He pulls the mic to his mouth and practically shouts, “I am, I’m really timid! I can’t even feel my legs right now, that’s how nervous I am! But…but Inumaki doesn’t mind! When we first went out he tried to cheer me up! But I got so scared because I’m not used to having such amazing and caring people around me! And he’s always protecting me! And even today, I said I wanted to see the city for a bit longer before heading back and he made sure we could walk around! He’s always considerate of the people around him! And-and you can always see it in his eyes! His r-really pretty eyes…” 

His face feels so hot and that must do something in his brain because suddenly, something clicks and he thinks, I like Inumaki-senpai..!

He moves closer to the camera, his face nearly taking up the whole screen, “That’s why Inumaki-senpai is great and I really like him!”

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Nobara gapes as the Yuuta in the video gets pulled away by Inumaki and the mic drops. The video replays from the start, “I am both impressed and annoyed. Look at all the shares and likes!”

Yuuji nods, “And the comments! I bet he didn’t think he’d be confessing today, such a puppy, too bad he’s taken already. ”

But of course, that’s not the end of the story, only the start, and Yuuta lets them know all of the details the camera didn’t capture.

notes: - Even though I was excited for this prompt (domestic fluff, movie night, cuddling on the couch!!), I blanked when I actually had to start writing. But then I remembered that one video where this couple is being interviewed and the interviewer is an ass, asking the girl to explain what she brings to the table and i thought...what if Ottoge! except maybe fluffier bc cuddles <3 - I have a thing for friendships and everyone just hanging out so i made movie night into a hangout :D - October 15th is random, I needed a date after august but before december bc of the canon timeline then i remembered that i didn't remember when the worm man movie came out and was like oh no! so i added a new tag to the fic #timelinewhattimeline lol - of course yuuta is the type to remember dates. and if you ask him how long he's been dating toge, he'll give you exact days. none of this "about" stuff! xD - because of yuuji their movie night ends up waaaayyyy longer than the original (idk) 54 minute movie. bc you know he asked a 'first' question too (nobara too late to stop him)

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

note: this was written as part of a gotcha 4 gaza. if you like jjk, consider submitting a prompt here by the end of the month. you'd be helping out palestinians and getting some cool/cute fanart/fanfic for just a few bucks

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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)

Everyone paused at that. No, it wasn't because what Dazai said was eerily creepy or weird. These were the things that they expected of the ex-Port Mafia member in regards to his prized Atsushi.

7 Hours Behind

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tags: humor, crack, big cast, travel abroad, dazai is losing his mind, drunken shenanigans, multi-chapter, mini-chapters (etc.)

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Dazai can't remember the last time he was away from Atsushi for so long, or rather, he can but he likes to not think about it. Unfortunately, he can no longer say it's been less than a handful of times, what with this recent trip being number five. How he longs to hold his little silver-haired kitten! 

"To think you'd be one of those boyfriends," Naomi teased while sitting in one of the lounge chairs closest to her brother.

Kunikida only grunts, "You're lucky this is your first time hearing him whine like a baby." He'd given up on "encouraging" Dazai to do any work. All he'd done today was arrive (late, might he add) and wither away with all the sighing he was doing. And complain about work. And whine about how much he missed Atsushi. But most importantly...

"He hasn't posted anything online! What if he's forgotten me already?"

Naomi picked up her phone and raised a brow, "It hasn't even been that long since his last Instagram upload."

"That was hours ago!" Dazai complained. Kunukida was glad he'd stopped rolling around on the ground but pushing his cellphone into his face wasn't making anything better (this was one of the many disadvantages of sharing a desk with Dazai) . He was trying to finish up some last minute paperwork so they could all disband and let Dazai wallow in his own heartbreak but his partner was making things nearly impossible. He had dreaded this the moment Atsushi had announced his plans nearly a month ago and he had prayed that things would be different this time (to no avail. Dazai had an uncanny ability of defying God Himself)

"You can't actually believe he's still at the Cultural Center. Besides, he also hasn't updated his story since breakfast. It's already nearing lunch in Madrid...!" Everyone paused at that. No, it wasn't because what Dazai said was eerily creepy or weird. These were the things that they expected of the ex-Port Mafia member in regards to his prized Atsushi. Although everyone was surprised he hadn't GPSed the kid (note: He'd tried)

No, what made everyone pause was how right Dazai's statement had been.

Naomi quickly checked Atsushi's stories again, wondering if she had missed something, while her brother nervously looked over to her. They shared looks and then turned to Dazai who was laid out on his desk, his phone still in his hand, nonsense coming from his prone form. Ranpo put down his newspaper to fiddle with his phone, made a few quiet noises, and inconspicuously turned his chair away from Dazai. Naomi could see his hand disappear into his coat pocket. Even Kunikida paused in his work to check his notifications (this was an Emergency. While annoying, his Ideals could wait a few seconds...)

"...maybe the wifi is down?" Tanizaki suggested.

"No, the connection is strong. I just finished submitting some paperwork and contacting some clients, plus, Yoko hasn't let us know anything is off. I'd be the first to know if communications were somehow compromised," Naomi would love to say there were only a few moments when she wished to strangle Kunikida for being so dense but, well, that would be a lie. Luckily she had immense self-control

"I meant...maybe in Madrid? What if he hasn't had a chance to connect?" 

Dazai seemed to revive slightly at this suggestion but then Ranpo smirked over at them, his glasses perched on his nose, "He didn't have any issues these past few days. No, I doubt that's it. Perhaps he's...avoiding someone."

At that moment two things happened. Everyone's phones went off with notifications and Yosano barged into the office, a manic grin on her face as she yelled, "Have you guys seen Atsushi's latest post?! They are so adorable!"

Everyone screamed.

A/N: Here is that old fic that has finally been updated! I started it back in 2019 for the dazatsu ship week. i wrote 2 chapters and then disappeared. now i'm back with 2 new chapters and more to come~ my goal is to make something cute and fluffy but also CHAOTIC as always, comments feed my soul~

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This is a fundraising event started for the people of Palestine. We are not officially associated with Haikyuu, it's anime, or it's manga. This is a fan-run project, and made possible by volunteer fan creators.

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HOW TO SAY FUCK YOU TO THE HIGHER UPS WITHOUT SAYING FUCK YOU TO THE HIGHER UPS—

haven't been here in a while...

updated pinned tweet, posted one of the latest fics i wrote on here

i'd also like to crosspost a few others but...motivation is low rip

but one of my old fics might have a comeback soon?? no promises

edit: also omg i think someone went through my mp100 archive and just TYSM4 THE LOVE ;-; it made me so happy!!

reverse bang collab with LonleyWriterOop: 'This look' ends up being her flushed face, made more obvious by her pink hair. Her eyes are a mess, moving between her reflection and Nobara's face, and Yuuji can see how she melts. She looks like - "A begging puppy," Nobara says.

An Interview Away From True Pleasure

tags: ot3, maki x noba x ita, slight age difference, past yuuji x others, ends with nsfw scene (etc.)

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Q. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕? 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒊

Yuuji hasn’t always known what she wanted to be when she “grows up” because what did that even mean? When was someone already “grown up”?

Was it when she was in second grade and had to watch her parents get buried, her only support being the wrinkled hand of her grandfather who had stood tall and refused to let any tears shed in front of anyone? When he’d taken her inside the house and explained that his “unreliable son” would no longer be back and that now it was just the two of them. She’d cried when he’d pulled her close and apologized for “my stupid son, he couldn’t even keep his promise, what am I going to do with you at this age?”

Was it when, after waking up for two weeks without breakfast or anyone to greet her, she realized she would have to learn how to cook for herself? She’d wake up earlier than some of the kids in her grade, trying to remember the few bits and pieces her mother had taught her, telling herself that it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt every time she accidentally cut or burned her fingers. 

It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, every time she bumped her knees and tiptoed past her grandpa’s room, whispering a “good morning” (pretending his grumpy face also wished her a good day) before nodding and heading out for the day, the rice from the messy onigiri she made thick in her throat as she finally realized what it meant that her parents were gone

Or was it the spring of her first year as a junior high school student when her grandfather took her to get her new uniform and he sighed so deeply she thought she’d lose him right then and there? The uniform draped over her wrists and nearly covered her like a long dress but it only fit semi-loosely around her chest. He’d spent days visiting the neighborhood grannies to learn how to get it adjusted, his face exhausted as he patted her shoulder, Don’t worry about it, that’s what I’m here for.

Yeah, her uniform fit her a bit awkwardly, but (she told herself) so did everyone else's. 

She remembers the looks her classmates gave her. 

Most of the girls she grew up with only cooed over how she was finally becoming a “real woman!”, but junior high school meant a meshing of the local elementary schools and those girls, the ones who hadn’t known her, looked on with either disinterest or annoyance. The boys, however, were very attentive, especially as they grew into their own desires

When one of the boys asked her out at the start of their third year, Yuuji agrees to date him because that’s what they’re supposed to do. When he kissed her the first time and his hand moved to grope her breasts, she didn't say no. He’d been so giddy, fuck the real thing feels so good, except that it didn’t particularly feel that good. She’d let out a sound from the surprise, a partial wince from how hard he held her, yeah? That feel good? 

And when she’d finally agreed to go to his house and he’d pushed her down into his bed, his dick hard and insistent against her leg, his breath heavy in her ear as he begged, my parents won’t be home until later, ok? which she knew because that’s what he’d told her when she called out a greeting and nobody answered her. 

Was that when she became a grown-up? When she’d let him pull down her panties? 

She hadn’t even been in the house five minutes yet when he’d pulled himself out and pushed into her, her nails biting into his back as she cried out because it actually hurt and it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt. And the more she allowed, the less she chanted, until eventually, one day, it began to feel how she suspected it should

They dated for the rest of the year. She didn’t particularly like him, but being with him gave her a sense of independence that she hadn’t felt at home in ages. It seemed like more often than not, she and her grandpa were at each other's throats. And it was in those moments when she realized she was more like him than she liked

Or was it when one of their arguments got too heated and they rushed to the hospital and Yuuji learned her grandpa was sick and hadn’t said anything ?

That he’d been overworking himself since her parents died, going to all her school functions, even when he’d have to walk in the snow or sit in the sun for hours to watch her perform. She’d cried into his bed sheets, why are you so stubborn?!

But she loved him and when she once more found herself at the hospital, saying goodbye to the last person in her family, she thought, this is it . This is what it means to be grown-up.

He hadn’t cried or smiled or asked for anything. He’d just talked into the room as if he were talking to himself, “Surround yourself with people. It’s okay to lose your way. But when you die, don’t be like your Grandpa, ok? Die surrounded by people who love you, like your stupid father. I can finally go to him and yell at him for leaving you all alone.”

When they give her her grandpa’s ashes, Yuuji clutches the urn and whispers, “I wasn’t alone you stupid old man.”

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Yuuji decides to go to Tokyo. She’d planned to stay in Sendai because her grandpa was here. She wanted to take care of him, but with his passing, she decides to move. He and her father had come here because it was her mother’s hometown. They believed it would be a better environment to raise a child, more community based and slow paced. 

But moving to Tokyo isn’t as easy as just wishing for it. For all the “grown-up” things she’s done and experienced, she’s still only a child in the education system.

Her decision is so last minute that her teacher is reluctant to help her at first, “Not just anyone can go to school in Tokyo, and with your grades, it’s not even worth it.”

It’s only when she’s practically begging that he finally relents. She hates that he plans to use her grandpa’s passing as her “excuse” for signing up so late, but if it’s the only way to get her to Tokyo, she’ll take it. She asks him to keep it a secret from the class and his annoyed grunt is his only response.

She barely makes the signup deadline for the Tokyo high school exams and has even less time to study, but somehow, she gets accepted into two schools. One of them is blunt. They’re not impressed with her grades or her scores, but in her athletic abilities. They offer her a sports scholarship and the only academic requirement they have is that Yuuji must pass all of her classes. They don’t care if it’s with high or low marks. Since it’s closer to where her grandpa grew up, she accepts 

She isn’t even sure what she’s expecting to find but when she places her grandpa’s urn in her new home, she smiles. It somehow feels right.

“I think I’m finally all grown up,” she whispers. 

Q. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏?

Yuji realizes that in some ways, high school is no different from middle school. She thinks that part of the reason she didn’t feel uncomfortable during the last three years in Sendai is because everyone already knew her. But in Tokyo, they don’t and she quickly picks up on how “different” she is. It’s a completely new type of uncomfortable 

Are you sure you don’t have foreign blood? Some of her classmates like to ask and she explains that no, she doesn’t. “I take after my mother’s side of the family,” she tells them, though this is only a guess. The only extended family she’s met is her grandpa and he’s always been shorter

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