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Read part two here!

His head was so quiet. 

Your head was so loud. 

That voice didn’t belong to you, nor did it belong to the pink-haired boy who stares at you with widened, scared eyes. His hands shake as they reach out for you, but there’s something that stops him from closing the distance.  

You blink, eyes heavy as something inside of your chest twists — almost painfully so. You lift a hand to the front of your shirt, bunching up the fabric and glancing up at Yuuji. He still looks downright horrified, but you can’t seem to figure out why. 

And suddenly … everything in your head was silent.  

In front of you stretched an endless void, the light diminishing completely before you could even process that it was there. You open your mouth to speak, or to yell for help, but nothing but a pathetic garble falls from your parted lips. 

“Hmm, didn’t think I would enjoy a brat’s body quite as much as I do this one.”  

It’s your voice, but at the same time, it isn’t. 

Yuuji’s heart drops to his stomach, widened eyes burning with tears. Now he knew why you sounded so different.  

Those dark black marks. 

Those rings around your wrists. 

That sadistic glint to your usually softened eyes.  

No. 

Yuuji stares silently, his heart now in his throat as he stares at you … or rather … your body.  

Your eyes flicker up to meet his own, and he can see the last traces of you being promptly snuffed out like a candle left out for too long.  

“Let her go.” 

A deep chuckle that feels so unlike you tumbles from your parted lips. Your head tilts back, eyes glaring down your nose at Yuuji.  

Yuuji swallows the growing lump in his throat, clenching his hands into white-knuckled fists.  

Shit. 

Do you guys wanna see this continued? I half-assed this in class LMAO.  

A/N - I don't really know what this is, but I randomly thought of this because of those fucking TikTok slideshows.

"And Yuuji?" 

The pink-haired teenager turns, eyes meeting your awaiting gaze. His lips curl upward in a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.  

"Yeah?" 

"Be careful out there." 

Yuuji's smile widens – if that was even possible – and he sends a thumbs-up in your direction. "You got it!" 

No, no, no, no. 

"Kugisaki! Run!" Yuuji shouts, hand desperately extending in the direction of his friend. His eyes widen as the sound of a slap echoes throughout the otherwise empty train terminal. He can feel his heart promptly stopping in his chest as Mahito continues running, only turning once he's skidded to a stop a few inches behind Nobara's back.  

His head turns, eyes casting a glance over his shoulder. A grin spreads over his face at the destruction he's caused, a childlike glint to his eyes as he watches Nobara's palm cover the eye that he had touched.  

You stare silently from your place, eyes wide at the scene that begins to unfold in front of you. You had seen this somewhere before, a muddled memory that featured different figures – but it was a dangerous similarity nonetheless. 

Yuuji freezes in place, watching as Nobara's eyes cast themselves to the ground, her palm still covering her right eye. Her expression conveys just how conflicted she is, but for a moment, there's a moment of acceptance.  

That's where you'd seen it before.  

A bright eyed girl with her entire life ahead of her and a boy who only wanted to help her. Then, just like the snapping of someone's fingers, gone is the girl.  

And left behind is the boy to grapple with the aftermath of her death.  

With a smile on her face, Nobara uncovers her eye, allowing Yuuji to see the veins beneath her skin. Already they are enflamed – both she and Yuuji know what is going to happen, and shockingly, she accepts it.  

Yuuji shakes his head, slowly approaching Nobara. He doesn't want it to be true … she knows that there's no other outcome.  

"Y'know … it wasn't so bad," Nobara admits with a closed-eye smile. She chuckles breathily, a tear slipping down from her uninjured eye. Her head tilts, her bangs flopping momentarily over her eyes before the veins in her right eye expand and explode.  

Yuuji stares, eyes widened in horrified shock as the body of one of his closest friends falls to the floor with a lifeless, heavy thud.  

You remember seeing that exact expression worn by another face, one that had blurred with time, but one that you had once regarded with a love so pure that surely anyone would be jealous of it.  

From your place behind Yuuji, all you can do is watch – just as you had done all of those years ago. All you can do is watch as he stares down at her corpse, just like another had done. 

But this time … 

… you approach Yuuji carefully. Extending your hand, you lay your palm flat against his back, turning him to face you while your eyes never leave Nobara.  

Her eyes stare blankly up at the ceiling, devoid of any and all of the warmth that once encapsulated her irises. You'd seen that before too.  

"I--" Yuuji begins, but the thought is cut off as a sob rises in his throat. His eyes crinkle, tears falling from where they had been clinging to his bottom lash line. His body turns, arms wrapping tightly around your midsection.  

You say nothing as you return his embrace, allowing him to bury his face away into your shoulder – likely not wanting to stare into the lifeless eyes of one of his best friends. "Shh." 

"Geto-san," Yuuji whimpers into your shoulder, then dissolving into tears. You screw your eyes shut, trying your best to mask the shaky sigh that falls from your lips. You turn your head, laying your cheek against the top of his head and squeezing him tighter into your embrace.  

"I know," you say shakily, swallowing your own tears, "I know." 

Yuuji Itadori in Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 Episode 21

Guys

GUYS PLS THIS IS ALL MY TUMBLR IS. STOP THIS MADNESS

Please my heart can't take this IM GONNA DIE

Me Simping over Satoru Gojo Again (JJK Crack)

I wasn't planning on making a second one, but there was a request for one so here I am. Plus my thirst for this man is enough to suck the oceans dry.Sources ...

Please enjoy this thirst trip I have going for this man. Don’t lie, I know a good percentage of you guys do too.

Hii Atsuha, how did you and Junpei first meet? Was it on a mission? Also can you tell us the story behind Junpei eating Yahito’s hand? When and why did that happen??

Well... it is indeed a long story. Or maybe two stories...

I'll tell the first one here.

When I came to Japan, I was decided to be a jujutsu sorcerer. But it's not like there's an agency for that sort of job, not that I know of at least.

So after tracking some rumours, I came around this urban legend on Satozakura High School: a legend about a boy who cursed a bunch of students and then died.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't just came up and invaded the place; in fact, I FELT something. Something akin to what I witnessed in childhood and later on in college.

Someone was there... among the students and staff, unseen.

And that someone was Junpei.

𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕄𝕒𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖, 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖, 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕖.

𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕀𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕒𝕜𝕦'𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥.

𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖.

𝕊𝕠, 𝕒 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕; 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕠 ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝔼𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕪, 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 '𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕠𝕪' 𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥… 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟, 𝕤𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕒 𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 '𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤'.

Turns out in his barely conscious state, he switched between his human and transfigured form, but at some point during this rumour spreading division, the two forms split apart, thus his transfigured side began to roam the hallways, acting by pure instinct, while the consciousness remained with Junpei.

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕔 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖. 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕠 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤, 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕤. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥. 𝕊𝕠 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖: 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕍 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕞 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕓 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕕.

And that's where I found him. Or better saying, where he pulled me and Yuuji-sensei in when we were hunting the 'giant crocodile'.

Oh yeah, I forgot to explain that, sorry. Basically, I was visiting the school with a job hunting excuse, and then there was an accident revolving a student throwing himself off the window. Gladly it wasn't that high, so he just got some bruises. I took that cue to explore the hallways, and later on... a curtain fell around the place.

Yuuji-sensei arrived just as I found the 'giant crocodile'; he tried to get me out of there, but once I showed him my ofuda ability and quick thinking, he agreed to let me help.

So, back to the AV room... There was shock, and some tears as well, when the two of them reunited. Junpei told us his side of the story, and while Yuuji-sensei felt a bit of regret for not coming back to Satozakura earlier, I put the pieces together and realized/theorized that since both Junpei and the crocodile were the same soul, exorcizing one or the other wouldn't help; the negative energy was concentrated and somewhat melded in the very precinct, and would eventually respawn either one of them, though with less consciousness if Junpei's soul was gone.

Maybe it was a stretch, but Yuuji-sensei noticed that I did NOT aimed for an immediate exorcism, that I wanted to help that lost boy find peace. And the way to start... was to join him with his lost side.

Thanks to Yuuji-sensei, we were able to reach out to and calm down the giant crocodile; that is, once we trapped him. Once Junpei took him back, I offered to make a Binding Vow to get him out of the building, to remove him from that melding source of negative energy and allow him to leave the precinct.

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙: 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖, 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕠𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖.

𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙; 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖.

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥. 𝕐𝕦𝕦𝕛𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔸𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕙𝕒, 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪; 𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙, 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕛𝕠𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕜𝕪𝕠 𝕁𝕦𝕛𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕦 ℍ𝕚𝕘𝕙, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕨 '𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝'.

Whoa, long post. LONG POST!? EEEEEEEEEE!

Sorry, got excited. I finally got to tell a bunch of stuff here! Anyway, I'll tell Yahito's story soon, but for now, that's how I met Junpei.

question for Junpei: how did you feel seeing Yuji again after years?

𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕚𝕥 𝕎𝔸𝕊 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕔𝕜… 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕒 𝕓𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥-𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕦𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟.

𝕀𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕊𝕦𝕜𝕦𝕟𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕙𝕚𝕞. 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟… 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖.

ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪… 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕨𝕖'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤, 𝕀 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕕.

𝕀 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕥, 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪; 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 '𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘', 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤, 𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕖.

𝕆𝕓𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪, 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕. 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕓𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤… 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕕 𝕀 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖.

Aww, that's so sweet...

Yuuji in general must be a good teacher

He is!

ℍ𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙. 𝕄𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟-𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕙 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞.

I understand him.

𝕄𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪. ℍ𝕖'𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕓.

(art by @axollotchi_arts)

Junpei, what do you think about Choso?

𝕐𝕦𝕦𝕛𝕚 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖.

ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕓𝕪 𝕐𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕙𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚 𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖; 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟, 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕓𝕦𝕪𝕒 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖.

𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕣𝕤' 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖, 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪, 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣.

𝕀𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕖… 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟. 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕'𝕧𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞.

I reached to Yuuji-sensei and Yuuta-sensei for ideas. Kiyo-kun was busy with daily work, but eventually joined us.

Junpei's been working very hard as well, both in missions and classes, as well as aiding Shoko in extracurricular classes and attending the Yoshino Film Club reunions. Everyone agreed that after this exhausting week, Junpei deserved both recognition and a well-deserved break.

Henceforth, we all assembled a picnic birthday party, and everyone pitched in with gifts and food.

Yuuji-sensei was on the lead alongside me, making sure that everything was in place. Needless to say, Junpei was very happy, and also a bit relieved; in his words, he suspected that we were going to surprise him, but was concerned that it'd be a cliche move like a 'movie night party'. Not that he'd hate that, but he did want something different (I'm glad we did not aim for the obvious XD).

Not everyone could come to the party, but considering the amount of gifts, I'm glad everyone came together for this.

While we were about to take a picture, I saw Yuuji-sensei tear up; he told me that I helped a vision he had a long time ago, one he had to give up on almost immediately, come true now; he also asked me to keep helping Junpei the best I can.

Hehe, like he'd need to ask that. I wouldn't have it any other way.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JUNPEI! I'm glad to be your big sister, and I promise to keep helping you!

any actualizations on the JJK trio? We know how Yuji and Nobara look now, but still no clue of Megumi- er, sorry, Meguru (also, funny how the name's meaning remains even with changes)

Hmm... well, looking at a picture of them from those days, Yuuji-sensei is taller now. WAAAAY taller.

ℍ𝕖'𝕤 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕨…

And Nobara-san has different clothes, new haircut, and also said something about 'scar removal'... though I don't think she removed it all.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕒𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕠… 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕀𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤. Now Meguru-san... he let his hair grow and tied it back? Both Yuuji-sensei and Nobara-san said his hair resembled his sister's, though Maki-san pointed his fringe is more like his long-gone dad...

ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝔸𝕊 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕… 𝕐𝕦𝕦𝕛𝕚 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 '𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟'.

I'm glad he told us about it already. Or more like Meguru-san got him to 'confess' after they came over with their protégés.

"What do you want with Fushiguro?" / "Release Fushiguro"

OMFG THIS FIC IS SO AMAZINGGGGG

I Got Your Bitch Movin'

part twelve | masterlist | part fourteen

Yuuji Itadori x f!reader x Megumi Fushiguro

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: University AU, all characters aged up. Megumi is TROUBLE! But we already knew that, didn't we? Warnings: 18+, alcohol consumption, drug consumption, infidelity, gaslighting, manipulation, paranoia. Words: 7.1k

Synopsis: You’ve been dating Yuuji Itadori for nine months. He’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, he cares for you deeply and he’s amazing in the sack. When new boy Megumi moves to town and joins your art course, you are shocked to discover he isn’t the quiet introvert you suspected him to be.

The morning greets you as you lay in bed between the deathly limbo of wake and sleep. Your eyes are swollen, bleary. Thoughts aren’t yet yours and you can’t help but wonder if you’re thinking about the dreams of the previous night you had or if you’re starting to regain your own memories. There is a gnawing memory of feeling bitterly cold before you fell asleep. So it’s odd now that daybreak has arrived you’re practically lying in a pool of your own sweat. Your skin is coated and your forehead is drenched. It’s nice to be in Yuuji’s arms again at least. His chest is bare and you’ve never felt so at home with your face nuzzled into his skin. You snuggle in closer and he pulls you in tighter as you decide to go back to sleep. Regardless of your decision, your vision is greedy. You can’t refrain from opening up your eyes and looking at your surroundings. This isn’t your house. You left your house yesterday morning. In the car with Toji and Megumi. You went on a trip with your class. You spent the day with Megumi. You guys missed the bus. You went bowling. You argued. You stayed in the hotel with Megumi. With a racing heart and thrumming bass in your head, you sit upright and turn around. You hadn’t been in the arms of your pink-haired boyfriend. You’re cuddled up with your black-haired bully.

Fuck.

“The hell’s the matter with you?” Megumi asks after you scream the loudest you ever have and scramble out of bed. You fall to the ground and back away from him quickly. He sits up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. The morning sun creating the perfect shadows on his weary body. He looks like a demon.

The fact that he’s asking what is wrong with you is just like him. Isn’t he surprised that the two of you were all cosy in bed together? He’s always so nonchalant. Your breathing slows as you try and rationalise everything in your mind. By the blaring beat in your brain and the heaviness of your limbs, you deduct that you had been drinking last night. You don’t remember anything. He doesn’t seem hungover. So he’s likely as calm as he is because he does remember the details.

There’s no possible explanation that could justify why you were in bed together.

Let alone while he’s naked.

“Why are you in my bed? Did we—”

“No, we didn’t. And actually, O’Keeffe, you crawled into my bed last night because you were freezing. Nothin’ scandalous.”

“You’re lying, aren’t you? You’re naked under there. Please, Megumi, you need to tell me if I cheated on Yuuji.” you beg, hoping he’ll do the decent thing for once in his life and tell you the truth. He shakes his head, sighing. The duvet is pulled from his body as he reveals his bottom half still in his sweatpants and underwear. “Thank you, God.”

“If you hadn’t noticed, the receptionist wasn’t lying about the weather change for the festival. It’s boiling so I threw my shirt off in the middle of the night.” he tells you. Now it makes sense.

You probably would have been better off sleeping alone if you knew what temperature was going to replace it. Two warm bodies under one blanket was never going to work out well. He kept staring at you; or rather, the state of you. Covered in a gross, sheen layer of stickiness and your messy hair practically glued to your forehead. You watched him roll over and pick up a carton of cigarettes, lighting one up to smoke while he fell further into his bed. A morning ritual, you suspect.

But you’re wrong.

Like every other vice, smoking for Megumi is rare. He does it when he’s worked up about something. In this case, and all other cases as of late, you. The fact that you’re stuck in the middle of nowhere for the foreseeable also isn’t ideal. So what’s a little nicotine to take the edge off?

“You look like shit,” he laughs at your expense, instantly feeling at ease as the cancerous smoke tars his lungs. “I got you a glass of water for the side of your bed, you forgot to bring it over.”

“I’ll be fine after a drink and my aspirin. And… a shower. Maybe more sleep, too.” you inform him. He nods, agreeing, closing his eyes as he lets his cigarette hang between his lips. “What time is it?” you ask him. His eyes open again, unsure if he can be bothered to help you answer that question. But he rolls over again to grab his phone. 7:17am. He tosses his phone away and lies on his stomach with his cigarette holding hand resting above the ashtray on his side table.

You cannot bear the thought of being fully awake at such an ungodly time. It’s enough to make you dive into your own bed and quickly take your painkillers before lying back down. It’s stupid, you know, because really you should be using every second to your advantage to figure out how you’re going to get home. But you aren’t up to it. Tiredness and alcohol rage through your bloodstream and you know it isn’t a good idea to push yourself beyond your limits.

“More sleep… just five more minutes.”

“Fuck that, princess. I’ve set an alarm for 10.” he tells you. You turn over to face him and laugh. It sounds good. It’s still so early, you’ll be able to get plenty of things done if you wake up feeling better at that time. “Gotta call my dad again, and Gojo.”

“WHERE’S GERALD?” you yell sitting upright again as you search under your covers for your brand new shark plush. Megumi grunts and he throws him at you. “Ow.” you instinctively respond as he connects with your head. He is too soft to hurt you, it was just a reflex.

“I’m so fucking tired. You’re such a loud snorer.” he laughs, raising his head slightly to take another drag of his cigarette before he sinks back into his pillow. You roll your eyes, ignoring him. You have absolutely zero desire to waste your time arguing with him about whether or not you snore when there is valuable rest to be gained.

The alarm startles you as it practically screams and stabs through your nervous system. You’re all too familiar with the recognisable iPhone default alarm you’ve been conditioned to hate over the years of early morning classes. It doesn’t scare you as much as it does Megumi, though. The poor guy shocked himself straight out of bed. You can’t help but snigger, trying to keep your volume to a minimum as you roll away and pray he can’t see the smirk forming on your face.

He gets up for the first time that morning. It’s hotter than it was at 7am. The windows need to be open, he decides. The room is stuffy and unbearable. Much like he imagines the rest of today will be if you continue to be stranded.

“Better start making some calls.” Megumi groans.

Neither of you are sure where to start. And you’re beginning to think you’re going to have to swallow your pride and let your parents cover the cost of a cab back home. The idea gets stuck in your throat like a poorly swallowed tablet. You can barely think about it let alone go through with it. You’re sure Megumi will try and force you again, if Toji and Gojo are unreliable for a second day in a row.

It's cute, you think, watching Megumi struggle to choose which dad he wants to call first. Having a little more understanding about his past is giving you the opportunity to really see how much he cares about Toji. He doesn’t like him, not by a long shot. But you can see the obvious love there. The respect. The familial bond that he can’t seem to break no matter how desperately he tries to.

And that is why he calls him first.

It’s uncomfortable to watch the phone ring again and again. You suppose it is still pretty early. You aren’t sure what Toji’s sleeping pattern is like, but he hasn’t let either of you be late to class since you started carpooling. And he always seems fairly chipper in the mornings. It could be a caffeine fix, or something even peppier he might unknowingly share in common with his son. So is sleeping in a valid excuse to not answer the phone? It goes to voicemail, prompting him to try again. He growls when he’s met with the same disappointing outcome.

“Fucker. He’s ignoring me, you try.” he commands. You get up in search of your phone. Who knows where it ended up last night when you were falling all over the place when you returned to the room? It’s eventually found by Megumi when he helps join the search. It was in your pants pocket in the bathroom.

He holds it up and sees your screensaver. You and Yuuji. It makes him scowl and sigh before he tosses it to you. His box of cigarettes begins calling his name. You watch him flop back onto his bed and light another one up. He doesn’t know why he’s so irrationally angry. He doesn’t know what’s causing him to chain smoke like a damn chimney when it’s usually just an occasional pleasure. The edge needs to be taken off somehow, and he doesn’t think he can be bothered to make you cry this early in the day.

“He’s not ignoring you. No answer to me either, must be busy.” you tell him as you press the red button and put your phone down on the side table. You see Megumi start to type so quickly his thumbs become a blur. Likely scolding Toji for being a piece of shit father, as usual.

“Shady prick,” he mutters under his breath. You decide to let it slide and ignore the comment. There’s nothing you can say to make him see the good in his dad. The truth of it is that maybe you need to start truly seeing the bad. It’s in the flesh sharing a room with you right now, the bad. The monster that Toji spawned and couldn’t raise efficiently. He might be sweet to you, but if he can’t be sweet to his own kids it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t make him a good person, the opposite, really. “Whatever you’re thinking about, stop. No need to pout, I’ll try Gojo.”

You watch his finger swipe through his hundreds of contacts as he tries to locate the relevant name. It makes you feel like a voyeur, seeing him do something so simple and human as looking for people to call. Part of you wishes you could see his screen. Is his surrogate father named in his contacts as Gojo or dad? Or maybe something different entirely, something derogatory to fit with the playfulness of Satoru.

“Megumi! Sorry about yesterday bud, I hope you and the future Mrs. Itadori behaved yourselves. Two crazy kids sharing a hotel room, hah? Sounds like a bad soap opera.” his voice instantly grates on you and Megumi regrets putting him on loudspeaker for you both to hear. You both groan loud enough for Gojo to hear and make him laugh.

“Separate beds, Gojo. And you’re on speaker so try to act your age for once in your life.” Megumi reprimands him as if he is the parent in the situation. It takes Gojo aback slightly, but nothing to knock his trademark annoying confidence off track. “My dad isn’t answering his phone, so, you’ll have to come pick us up today.”

“As much as I love your delightful manners, I can’t. And I must say Megumi it sure sounds weird to hear you call him dad for a change. It’s always been Toji for so long, what’s changed?”

“Slip of the tongue.” Megumi answers, immediately. You can’t tell if it’s guilt or embarrassment that has led him to correct himself to Gojo so hastily.

“You know, certain people can evoke special feelings in you. A challenging presence can make you see the good in the world and other people. Although Toji and I will never get along, I think it’s nice to hear you’re in a forgiving spirit and trying to make it work even after so many disappointments.”

“I don’t know what you’re getting at.”

“I’ll admit, it hurts a little. A man who barely raised you earns the title of dad but I’m just plain ol’ Gojo.”

“I’m not having this conversation over the phone, or ever, actually. What time are you coming to get us?” Megumi puts an end to the uncomfortable conversation you almost wish you hadn’t been present for. But overall, you’re glad. Hearing him be somewhat normal with someone as goofy as Gojo is heart warming to say the least. Perhaps there is some humanity in the monster born of Toji Fushiguro, after all.

“Call me dad and I’ll tell you.”

“No.”

“Alright, fine. I’m still out of town so it’ll have to be tomorrow.” Gojo sighs. It’s a crushing blow and you can’t tell who out of the three of you is more disappointed. Another day stuck in the hotel with Megumi. Admittedly it hadn’t been as bad as you were expecting thus far. But there’s still time. And Megumi is flippant, fickle. His mood and aggression towards you can change in the blink of an eye.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me. We’re out of town! What’s so important that you can’t drive a few extra hours to collect your stranded kid and a girl?” Megumi bites down the line. You sigh, huffing a strand of hair out of your face as you realise what you are to him. All you are to him is a girl. Not his victim. Not his classmate. A girl.

“Oh now you’re my kid, huh? Interesting. Doesn’t change anything though. I’m way out of town. As in I’m setting off tonight and I’ll be there in the morning to get you guys.”

“Hi, Gojo, it’s me. Obviously. I was just wondering what’s keeping you from setting off now and getting us tonight. I’m sure you can imagine how uncomfortable it is for me to be sharing a room with another man, a man who bullies me on a daily basis. And for Megumi to be sharing a room with… a girl, he loathes.” you speak up, Megumi rolls his eyes at your comment and opts to ignore you. He’s more intrigued to hear what Gojo has to say over putting you in your place.

“I doubt Megumi will be interested in the gory details but a man has needs. The needs just so happened to take me on a wild road trip and more attention gained than intended, not that I’m complaining.”

“Enough. Fine, Gojo. One more night but if you don’t show tomorrow we’re fucking done. Tomorrow morning, I mean it. Get us the hell out of here.” Megumi tells him sternly. You know he has the power to follow through on his words. And yet, you’re unsure if he’ll change his mind when it comes to Gojo.

“Don’t worry, Megumi. There’s only one father figure in your life who’s usually a no show, and we both know it isn’t me.”

The sound of Gojo hanging up the phone is almost eerie. A damaging melody that pricks through your veins. Megumi is visibly irritated, you’d be a fool not to see it. But it’s only because he knows he’s right. Gojo has never let him down in his life. Toji, on the other hand, only seems to let him down. It’s a bothersome truth that makes his hands begin to shake as he grips his thighs. If he wasn’t so volatile at all times, you’d comfort him. Rush to his side and take his hands in yours and tell him it’s going to be okay.

But you can’t.

Instead, you get out of bed and stand to your feet.

“I’m going in the shower,” you tell him. He watches you walk around your bed and head towards the bathroom door.

“Wait,” he speaks, forcing you to halt your actions and wait for him to continue. “I think we should go buy some festival clothes, today.”

“Why?”

“Are you dense? So we can go to the festival, obviously.”

“I keep getting into trouble when I do things with you. I don’t think it’s a good idea… I mean, you go. Call that girl and take her instead. I’ll just hang out here and work on my dissertation or something.”

“Shut up you’re not doing that. You don’t get into trouble with me because you’re a fucking angel. You live to please everyone and be a good girl, don’t you? It’s not trouble, it’s fun. Don’t you wanna have fun? It’ll be the first time in your whole life, I’m sure.”

“See, this, is not going to work. I’ve had fun but you wouldn’t know that because you, well, you know what you are. So you’re not going to manipulate me with your little mind games into thinking I need to prove myself to you. I don’t. Now, if you don’t mind. I’d quite like to shower.”

“Fine, if that’s how you want to be. I’ll call that girl right now and go with her instead.”

“Great.”

“Yeah, great. Gonna have fun and I’ll probably bring her back here and have even more fun. You might want to figure out somewhere else to be tonight.”

His words grab your attention and he smirks at the way you pout. He promised. Even though you gave him the idea to call up the girl from the store you didn’t think he’d take it as far as to threaten to bring her back here. It’s your own fault, really, for thinking a single word that left his lips held any value.

“Don’t, you said—”

“I said? I said I wanna have fun today, so if you aren’t on board I’ll make my own fun. You’re not gettin’ in the way of my good time and if that involves me bringing a girl back to fuck, you aren’t going to stop me.” there he is. The real him. He’s such a bastard you can’t even think straight as you consider what an idiot you are time and time again. Each time there is a shred of decency in him it’s torn away moments later. A speckle of humanity replaced by a plume of toxic smoke.

“Shopping… sounds good. I’ll never turn down new clothes. So, lets have… fun.”

“Atta girl, that’s more like it.” Megumi snarls. “Hurry up O’Keeffe. Wastin’ precious time here. Gonna make today one to remember.”

No one brings out a worse side of you than Megumi Fushiguro. He’s seen you at your angriest and saddest. But for some reason his intentions have blossomed into something even more sinister, although it might not seem as such to your untrained eyes. He just wants to have fun, you think. He does, but there is a brand new goal in mind. The purity emanating off of you is just so sickening to him. Why have you got such a wholesome aura about you when he is completely and utterly rotten to the core?

Corruption.

That’s his new plan. You were closer to the truth than you knew when you accused him of getting you into trouble. Was it wrong of him to lie? Was it wrong of him to gaslight you and make you think that wasn’t anywhere near his intention? Of course. But Megumi Fushiguro rarely gives a fuck about what is right and wrong.

He has always wanted to ruin you. The method in how has grown into something new. Easier, he suspects. There is so much trouble he can really get you into. Ruin that perfect, sweet image you try so desperately to maintain whenever you can. He’s had enough of it. What is there to enjoy about being the way everyone wants you to be? There’s a little devil in you, he’s certain. He’s going to do everything in his power to force it out of you.

You don’t object when he suggests waiting outside of your changing room to confer with you about your outfit choices. He’s never felt like this before. A rich kid. Admittedly, the store isn’t expensive and the clothes aren’t designer. But being with you and seeing how willing you are to blow money from your parents credit card on whatever you want is making him feel like a cliché. He wasn’t rich growing up. Toji figures throwing money at the problem that is his son is as good a way as any to earn forgiveness. Megumi wasn’t about to object to that.

Each time you step out of the changing room there’s only one word permeating his sealed lips.

Skimpier

Skimpier

Skimpier

It’s the only thing he wants to say, but you both know he’s smarter than that. He manages to put a unique spin on the word and translate it into something more innocent. Something that will actually encourage you to obey without knowing he’s manipulating you. He hasn’t earnt that right yet. Despite having a good familiarity in such a short period of time on how to handle you, he isn’t quite where he needs to be with you yet.

Skimpier = I’m sure you can do better than that.

Skimpier = I like it, but I think the other girls here will go all out.

Skimpier = The colour is nice, but, do you really want to be shown up by me?

He’s finally satisfied when you emerge one last time from behind the curtain. It’s obvious you feel a little self conscious, though he’s confident a few compliments will get you out of your shell. You’re substantially taller than usual given your white, lace up, platform boots you’re wearing. It’s embarrassing to stand in front of Megumi in so little clothing. You’re essentially in a bra and panties. It’s more like a bikini, really, purple holographic material covering your intimate flesh. You found a pair of gem studded, white, fishnet tights to wear with it as well as a purple tutu. The tutu somehow makes you look even sluttier despite it adding an additional layer.

“Perfect,” Megumi grins, “Excuse me, miss? Do you have any accessories for the festival that might go with my friends outfit?” he asks. The girl turns around and your blood runs cold when you realise it’s the girl he gave his number to yesterday. She simply scoffs and barges by one of her co-workers who looks at her incredulously. She apologises on her behalf and picks up some purple butterfly hairclips for you to wear.

“I see people wear pigtails with these clips if that helps.” the assistant tells you. Megumi raises his eyebrows and nods thinking it’s a great idea. There’s something about pigtails that for whatever reason drive him wild. Maybe it’s the idiotic innocence of them. Grown women donning them in an attempt to look youthful and instead look like cock-hungry whores. There is something thrilling about the prospect of making you go off the rails and become a totally new person before Yuuji comes back from his trip.

He might not even recognise you.

“I’m not sure about this, Megumi.” you admit. He squints his eyes hoping it comes across as thoughts rather than disdain, urging you to continue. “What are you wearing?”

“Why tell you when I can show you?” Megumi grins as he steps into the changing room beside you.

You are standing for a good five minutes before you decide to steal the seat he had been sitting in. Whatever he’s picked must have a lot of accessories for him to be taking this long for him to be fully dressed. Even the sales assistant tries to keep you entertained with idle chit chat as you wait.

He emerges and you are almost lost for words. A lot of accessories was right. He’s wearing ridiculous flared blue jeans and has decided to go shirtless. You had no idea what kind of body he’d been hiding beneath his clothes the entire time but you definitely weren’t expecting him to be so fucking defined. In fact, he has a similar body type to Yuuji. The reason he had taken so fucking long to get dressed is because he was covering his arms in plastic kandi bracelets. He also had a few matching necklaces on him and he is sucking on a strawberry lollipop as he leaned against the changing room door.

“Oh my… you look like a—”

“A what?”

“A slut, Megumi. You look, hah, you look like a total slut!”

“Perfect, so we match. Exactly what I wanted.” he teases back as he goes back to sucking on the lollipop. He reaches into the pocket of his new jeans and tosses another one at you.

“The fashion here is wild,” you say as you begin unwrapping the plastic packaging on your lolly, “is it a town choice or just for the festival? It’s very rave-y.” you ask the clerk. She nods, completely agreeing with you as soon as the words leave your mouth.

“Yeah, um, to be honest a lot of people are against the festival now. It started as quite a sweet wholesome event but it’s turned into a more youth focused event. An excuse to get drunk and mess around, really. So yeah, it’s pretty much a big rave nowadays.” she explains.

Your eyes find Megumi’s and he’s immediately raising his eyebrows in quick succession when they meet. Trouble. You know it and he knows it. But, as she said, this is a youth focused event. Megumi and yourself definitely qualify. He holds out his hand for you to shake; an agreement under the phrase ‘I’ll wear mine if you wear yours’. And honestly, you don’t see the harm if you both look so stupid.

The pair of you receive an array of disapproving looks as you sit and wiggle on the check out desks while the cashiers scan the items you’re wearing. You don’t particularly feel proud that you raise your leg for the man to scan your boots and more or less flash him your new bikini bottoms. Megumi spends far too long getting each individual bracelet and necklace scanned. But by the end of it all, they aren’t disappointed when you give them each a hefty tip courtesy of your credit cards.

“You’re dumb with money.” Megumi tells you.

“Look who’s talking!”

“You’ve always had money, but you’re still a little shopping addict. It’s new to me, I’m having fun.”

“Well I’m trying to have fun too. Wasn’t that what you wanted today?”

“You got me there,” he chuckles to himself. “I was thinking of something else fun we could do.”

Before you can answer, he’s pulling you into a fast food restaurant and holding your hand as the two of you run upstairs. He scans the area to make sure no one is around and drags you into the toilets. He shoves you against the sinks and lifts you up onto the edge. Your heart is pounding. It’s intense and heated and you feel like you’re being manhandled by Yuuji when he’s worked up after a shitty day at university. You wonder if he’s thinking about when he pressed his lips against yours at your parents house. He wonders if you’re thinking the same. Your chest is heaving and your eyes are vibrating. He watches as your vision alternates between his eyes and his mouth. Your mind is spinning and you’re under the weight of too many heavy emotions you can’t think straight. But despite all of that, you wouldn’t do this to Yuuji, would you?

He helps answer the question as he backs away from you a little and pulls his wallet out of his back pocket. You’re starting to worry he’s about to pull a condom out. But it turns out to be worse than that.

“This is fun.” he tells you, dangling a bag of cocaine in front of your face. He laughs at the slither of saliva that bulges down your throat as you gulp heartily. He knows you’ve never done drugs before. Other than when he spiked you, obviously. He could have laced the coke with anything. He’s playing the long game with you, you think. You shake your head, telling him you want nothing to do with the white powder.

“I don’t feel comfortable doing that, with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m fucking scared. Of drugs and you. I don’t know where I stand with you Megumi and I am too naïve and trusting to keep falling for your little tricks and schemes.”

“You think I did something to this?”

“I—”

“C’mere,” he mutters. He shoves your torso back until your head hits off the mirrored wall behind you. You gasp as he pries your knees apart, opening your legs. You quickly slam them shut but it’s a waste of time. He opens them again and gives you a warning look. “Hold still, and watch.” he commands.

He tips some of the coke onto your thigh and uses his pinkie finger to move it into a straight line. You look at him intently as he holds his right nostril with a finger and lowers his face down to the drug on your leg. It’s impossible not to stare as a raven head of hair moves further up your thigh and towards your cunt. He tilts his head, insisting that you hold eye contact with him as he consumes every last speck of coke onto his tongue.

You’re breathless by the end of it. But it isn’t the end. He shoves his little finger into your mouth to lick the remaining residue off him. He’s proven it isn’t laced, at least. Still though, there’s no fucking reason that you needed to obey. A fucking people pleaser through and through.

“Good girl,” he praises and coos as you hum around his finger, “it’s good, isn’t it? Wanna try it properly?” he asks. You’re hesitant. You know it isn’t right. You know Toji will kick his ass when he finds out he even suggested it let alone pressured you into it. But what can you say? You succumb to his will, nodding meekly and agreeing to his ridiculous stupid idea.

“How do I— I’ve changed my mind this is stupid. I feel stupid. Fuck, Megumi, I really hate you. You’re making me feel like a fucking loser as if it’s cool to do drugs, it isn’t. I don’t—”

“Hey, hey. It’s alright, I know it’s your first time I don’t think you’re stupid. ‘m gonna pour it out. I think you should lick it up instead of snorting it like me, don’t think you’ll like it.” his words soothe you a little and your fucking fluttering eyelashes are the picture of perfect innocence. God he’s excited to see what a mess you’ll be when you’re high together. He helps you down off the sink and trades places with you. He pulls his necklaces over his head and puts them down before leaning backwards and dusting coke between his pecks. “Use your tongue.” he instructs.

You reluctantly lean closer to him and stick your tongue out. Your big eyes are looking up at him for guidance, like he’s some kind of expert. To you, he is. He nods, spurring you on. Finally your tongue connects with his body. His eyelids shake a little as he tries to concentrate on keeping them open. You got a little further than you’re meant to, finishing off by lightly kissing his collarbone. He teased you, it’s only fair that you tease him back.

“I’ll be okay, won’t I?” you ask him. He jumps down and holds your shoulders, bending over a little so he can look directly into your eyes.

“You’re gonna fuckin’ fly, babe.”

He wasn’t wrong. You practically ran from the bathroom all of the way to the parade together. The pair of you were laughing the entire way, not quite sure what was so funny. You ordered a few shots of vodka together to enjoy while you waited for the floats to come down the street.

The atmosphere was surreal. Mostly teenagers and people in their early twenties standing in the streets dancing to the head hammering techno music that was drilling into your heads. Once you got bored of shots you moved onto jäger bombs, and by the time you got good and drunk your high wore off.

It didn’t stop either of you from having a good time though. You interacted with a few other party goers and didn’t bother to learn each other’s names. The music and good times were enough for all of you. You aren’t sure what came over you, but you decided to join the parade. You ran into the road and began dancing. Eventually, you were invited to dance atop one of the floats.

Megumi’s stomach was hurting from laughing as he watched you shake your ass and dance with the other girls on the float. If either of you were in your right minds, you’d likely be discussing how unbelievable it is that such a tiny coastal town has such a huge festival every year. It’s a tourist attraction now, you suppose, a lot of other people are from out of town like yourselves. Hence the fully booked hotels and the droves of people equally as intoxicated and high on life.

Megumi walks alongside the parade float, making sure not to lose you. You point him out to the girls you’re dancing with, each of them having no shame in telling you what a handsome boyfriend you have. He doesn’t hear them say it. And for once, you hold your tongue. You aren’t sure why you aren’t objecting to him being your boyfriend like you normally do. Maybe it’s because you’re drunk or because he’s actually being nice to you and taking care of you for a change. Maybe under the influence he has more potential as boyfriend material that you’d ever dare admit sober.

The sky is changing from bright blue the burning orange and pink before your eyes. You decide you’ve had enough of dancing and ask Megumi to help you down. He looks so different under such a romantic sky. The warm colours adding life to his pale face. He is handsome, the girls weren’t wrong. His problem is that he has such an ugly soul. And yet, this weekend, you think there’s a chance such a horrid interior could be fixed.

He pulls you back into the crowd and over to the outdoor bar for more shots. The two of you are disappointed when you’re told the bar is closing for the day. How are you supposed to carry on getting black out drunk now?

“The party is raging on by the beach, friends. Fire pit, tiki bar, dance floors. Start heading down and you’ll find what you’re looking for.” the stereotypical surfer dude bartender informs you both. Megumi thanks him and takes your hand to guide you down to the beach.

It’s like a hive-mind as everyone has the same idea. Everyone walking in unison down to the beach to get served and continue the evening. You make it there fairly ahead of everyone else, but thankfully there’s a multitude of tiki bars set up to serve people their alcohol. Once you ingest another five vodka shots, this time with gummy bears, you head over to one of the dance floors.

You and Megumi stand apart as you dance on your own but watch each other’s moves. He’s impressed by the way you shake your hips and drop it low, the lack of confidence in your outfit seeming to now be a thing of the past as you parade yourself around as if you own the place. You watch him pause for a moment, snacking on one of his bracelets.

“I didn’t know they were edible!” you yell at him. He nods, pulling you nearer to him by your wrist and holding his arm up to you. Like him, you begin to nibble on the candy as you both simply change which foot your putting the most pressure on in time with the music.

“I think I want to have some more fun,” he tells you. You watch him pull his wallet out of his back pocket again and you assume he’s searching for more coke. You’re a little surprised when you see him take out a little yellow pill with a smiley face on it. He settles it on his tongue and sticks it out at you before swallowing.

“W-What was, ‘sat?” you slur, curious about what he just ingested.

“E, baby,” he tells you. “wanna try?” he cranes his head to line his mouth up with your ear, shouting so that you can hear him over the boisterously loud music.

Well, if he is having some, you have to follow suit. You’re matching his amount of drinks and drug consumption so far. You can’t let yourself down and fall behind now. At least – that is the rationale your drunken and dissolving mind is coming up with. You nod and squint your eyes at him. Like it’s obvious that you want a try. He takes another pill from his wallet. This time it’s pink with a little heart in the centre. He puts it on his tongue and sticks it out for you to take. You hold out your hand, hoping he will put it there instead, but he doesn’t budge.

“Give it to me.” you order, but he shakes his head.

“’ake it.” he replies, speaking as best he can with the pill comfortably on his tongue. You reach your fingers up to grab it but it quickly withdraws into his mouth. You repeat this another three times before you huff in annoyance and exhaustion. He sticks his tongue out even further, wiggling it around like you’re a horse with a carrot dangling in front of your face.

And you’re a fool, because you submit. You lean forward and he catches your hips in his hands as your lips make contact with his. He pushes the ecstasy pill from his tongue to yours and it practically slides down your throat. That should have been the end of it. But of course, it wasn’t. You can justify it all you like by telling yourself you’re drunk. You aren’t in your right mind and God dammit you’re missing Yuuji. But those are just excuses. They aren’t valid. Because unlike at your parents manor, you aren’t pushing him away. You’re melting into him. He pulls your body flush against his and you wrap your arms around his neck. Your tongues are so soft against one another as they dance together and you have no idea why but you start smiling into it.

Probably the drugs.

He laughs into your mouth when he feels your smile, pulling away and kissing your forehead. You’re feeling the music more than you had been. More than you ever have in your life. You feel him spin you around so your back is to his chest. His arms are tight around you as you sway in time with the music. He rests his head on top of yours and can feel his jaw tightening and moving.

You push off of him a little and begin grind your ass against him. His arm comes over your shoulder and you feel his fingers trace delicately atop your breast. It doesn’t bother you, though. You don’t stop dancing or moving on him. It makes you laugh when you remember how hard he was last night just when you were laying in bed together. You’re fully rubbing onto him now and you can only imagine how hard he’s trying to stop himself from getting an erection.

You have no idea.

Similarly to Megumi, your jaw begins to clench and swing as the effects of the E start coming over you more. Megumi thinks he’s in love with you, whispering it every chance he gets into your hair. You don’t pay it any mind, though, knowing you’ll both have forgotten about it come morning. Maybe the pills make him happier, nicer. He feels an intense desire to be lovely. Positively overwhelmed with an dire need the show anyone who’ll listen to him how much he loves them. He even catches eyes with the bartender for a moment and considers telling him how much he loves him.

You feel paranoid when you can’t control how your jaw is aching and moving on it’s own. All eyes are on you, you think, as you look stupid and can’t get a hold of what your face is doing. Why is everyone looking at you? Tears begin to free fall. It’s not supposed to be like this. You’re meant to be happy. To be in ecstasy. You’re panicking. It’s too much. It’s too fucking much.

“Megumi—” you turn, facing him and allowing him to see how blown to hell your pupils are and how watery your eyes and cheeks are.

“Woah, what happened?” he asks, cupping your face and wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“I wanna go, I wanna go please. I can’t. Megumi I can’t—”

“Yeah, fuck. Okay.” he tells you.

Soon enough he’s holding your hand tight as he wades through the crowds of people. He keeps looking back to make sure you’re alright, his heart breaking a little each time he sees you sniffle or do a little hiccupping sob. He isn’t sure if it would be a better idea to walk to the hotel or try and get a taxi. It isn’t too far, he’s sure you’ll manage. It’s a miracle you aren’t both frozen over like Jack Nicholson in the end of The Shining. You aren’t exactly dressed well for the chill bite of the night time air. You don’t think either of you could have chosen skimpier clothing if you tried.

“Take me home, Megumi—”

“I will, sweetheart, ‘m gonna get us home. Love you baby, alright? We’ll be home real soon.”

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Firstly, love the detail of Maki being an earth pony.

Secondly, Yuji's cutie mark 🥺

JJK x MLP part 1 - Tokyo

I've been working on pony-fying a ton of JJK characters because every new interest I get must be hit with my pony autism beam. I've drawn a shitload and I'll be posting them in sections since I can't upload all of them in one 🥲

In my mind, cursed energy works like dark magic, which is why everyone is a unicorn (or alicorn)!

I genuinely think it's interesting that curses are born when there is nothing but negativity and turmoil and the thing that makes curses like Kenjaku and Sukuna falter is witnessing moments of both great sadness and pure affection.

Gojo knowing and calling out that Kenjaku could never be Geto despite every single ounce of logic in him stating otherwise because HE knew Geto. He loved him, adored him, admired him and grieved for him when he was gone.

Yuji reaching out desperately to the person he's come to care so much for and reflecting on how much his life would be missing if Megumi just wasn't in it anymore.

Wether you ship it or not it's genuinely such a touching look at how the people that can bring so much joy to life can also bring such a great sadness to it once they're gone.

Aight I have a lot of feelings about this chapter but for now I want to dwell on this.

In the beginning of this story we are told by Yuki's Grandpa the importance of dying a proper death and it's shown throughout the course of the story that that idea has basically stuck with Yuji more than anything.

And in the end of the story we see Yuji, scarred and wounded Yuji, go to Sukuna as he's left a useless heap of flesh on the ground screaming in anger at his death, his improper death, and Yuji just.....

I expect Mappa to animate an OP with at least 3/4ths of the homosexual behavior displayed in Ao no Sumika when they get to this arc

GEGE!! REDRAW THIS WITH THEIR NEW BATTLE SCARS AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️