Pictures Of You(Chapter One: The Mystery Begins)
warnings: mentions of death, murder, gore, Tomie(she's a warning all herself), crossover, trauma
pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Gojo Satoru
summary: Years after you tried your best to push the murder of your classmate out of your mind, one photo brings the memories come rushing back. You, Nanami and Gojo are tasked with going out to investigate.
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The nightmares never stopped. You would see that haunting face every night. It’s actually what triggered your cursed technique from emerging. Her face was always haunting you.
You remember how things escalated ever since you first met. She made you feel wary from the first time; butterflies in your stomach that fluttered endlessly. It soon turned sour when you realized you had become jealous of her. Tomie and her beauty. Tomie and her charm. Tomie and her wit.
You found yourself growing even angrier when she mocked you and said you weren’t worth being friends with. She would hang out with a string of boys from your school, and yet none of them were worthy of her affection either.
The thing that made your cursed technique emerge was the day that she was tormenting you and another boy from your class. He was so in love with her, and you were trying to convince him to stop pursuing her. Though he wouldn’t listen to you, something else happened right before your very eyes.
Your classmate pulled a knife on Tomie, stabbing her multiple times and causing her blood to splash and splatter everywhere. It hit you in the face, making you shudder and drop to your knees. Then the boy turned to you, threatening you with the very same knife he used to murder Tomie.
The minute he came closer to you, you watched in horror as a giant rose grew and swallowed him whole. The rose exploded in a mess of petals and then everything went black.
The stress from the event caused you to black out. From that moment on, you were pulled from your high school. You were brought to see so many doctors, none of them able to explain what happened to you. Many of them had said you were hallucinating from sheer stress and fear and the boy had just run away.
They deemed you insane and unfit to return to school. Your parents worried you’d never get a good education. Then a man came to visit you in the hospital. Masamichi Yaga had come to you because he had heard about the incident. Days would go by without seeing him again, and when he finally returned, he had invited you to come to the school with him.
Despite no other sorcerers being in your lineage, you were a Jujutsu Sorcerer. Your cursed technique, Swallowing Rose, had just been suppressed for a long time. With no one to teach you about your powers, you never knew to use them. But the minute your life was on the line, that’s when it finally burst out. The rose had come out and done exactly as its name implied.
You weren’t well when you arrived at Jujutsu Tech, and in fact, you needed more extensive therapy. With the years gone by, you eventually found yourself able to comfortably forget about Tomie. It was so far in the recesses of your mind, you just found yourself never thinking about the girl or the incident ever again…
Until today.
In front of you on the desk was a manilla envelope. It was the details for your next mission. You knew it was something you’d be going out of town for. You had been told it was going to be a long mission, and it would take multiple sorcerers to deal with this curse.
A small town by the sea was being tormented by a special grade curse, and of course they had to send only the best of the best. You, Nanami and Gojo had been selected to investigate what was going on. You were just opening up the envelope when the two men in question entered your office. Gojo is, of course, talking Nanami’s ear off. Nanami looks at you, almost as if to beg for help from the man who’s annoying him.
“Are you both here to look over the details for this mission?” You ask, cutting off Gojo’s reply to Nanami’s grunts of annoyance.
“We are! I’m so excited to go on this mission with you and Nanamin!”Gojo coos playfully before he sits on your desk.
You pull the contents of the envelope out and place them on your desk. Your heart skips a beat when the image in front of you begins to pull awful memories from your mind. You blink a few times, unsure if you’re going to faint or if you’re going to vomit. Nanami steps closer, making sure you’re alright.
“What is it?” He asks you, but when he glances at the picture on your desk, he realizes what’s going on.
The reports said that she was a dangerous curse. A special grade curse. One look at her and it would drive the person into madness. Falling in love with her until you cannot take it anymore. Most people who have encountered Tomie have taken their own lives in a fit of rage after murdering the curse…proceed with caution.
“That’s her, isn’t it? The one from when you were a high school student?” Nanami inquires, but he knows the answer.
“Y-yeah it is.”
He notices the way your face has gone all pale. You look like you’re going to be sick. This mission wasn’t any ordinary mission; it was a mission that required two Grade One sorcerers and one Special Grade. You’ve never been on a mission quite like this one.
All three of you were going to have to track down this special grade curse. A curse so beautiful and so angelic, she turns people into murdering maniacs. Only a few have survived after seeing her face to face.
“I don’t think she’s that pretty,” Gojo says with a smirk. He throws a picture of Tomie onto your desk.
Nanami studies it closely, “Maybe not in this photo, but I’ve been told she might be a shapeshifting curse.”
You look at the picture, seeing just how distorted it looks. You feel shivers run down your spine as you recognize the face. It’s Tomie, alright. You’ve seen her before. You, one of the only survivors of witnessing this curse, is about to pick up the pieces again. And it all starts with a distorted photograph of the two-faced girl who bullied you in high school.
“She is something else. Something incomprehensible. She’ll rip you to shreds without a second thought,” you explain, your hands shaking again.
Nanami gets up, heading over to the little coffee station you have in your office. He begins brewing some tea for all three of you. Gojo continues to look at the picture. Meanwhile you read over the details of the mission. Seems like she’s been appearing in all kinds of places all over Japan. It doesn’t surprise you at all.
Despite watching your classmate kill her, you always thought something was odd with the way her corpse had looked. It almost seemed to be twitching with life, despite the fact that he had stabbed her so many times. And when he turned to face you and threatened you with that same knife, you swore you must have heard her voice whispering in your ear.
But it was a bit more of a faded memory now. You couldn’t quite recall all the details. You’re pulled from your thoughts when Nanami places a mug of hot tea in front of you. He gives one to Gojo as well, who smiles playfully.
“This must be hard for you to accept such a mission,” Nanami speaks. “She’s not going to be an easy curse to dispatch.”
You shake your head, “I’m more than ready to put all of this behind me. If we all work together, we can get rid of her for good. You have no idea what she has done to me…and what she might have done to others.”
Gojo looks at the details of the mission. Your first stop would be a small town by the sea. Stories of a woman emerging from the water and luring small children to her had been the words that filled the first page of the report. The other pages were filled with other stories: Tomie murdered and turned into seishu and sold on the black market, Tomie seen dating a top model only for him to disappear into the shadows, Tomie being adopted by a elderly couple only for her to have mysteriously disappeared.
“I think we’ve got a lot on our hands,” Nanami finally pipes up. He sips on his tea and looks at you, “Are you sure you’re going to be able to handle this?”
You nod your head as you finish off your tea. “I’m ready for this. I want to finally end this.”
Gojo smirks, “That’s my girl!” A tinge of jealousy strikes Nanami, but he dismisses it quickly.
You look down at the picture again. You knew this wasn’t going to be an easy task by any means. But if it meant you’d get to live your life normally and put this all behind you, you were ready to finish this once and for all.
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Hello I just wanted to express a frustration with communication that I feel like you share?
I’m severely dyslexic, like to the point it affects my ability to communicate in text or spend time in the textual world. It’s obviously not the same thing as being nonverbal, and I am able to communicate through text. But it’s so frustrating how others make me feel less than, or bad for having a disability. It really sucks how little of the online world/online disabled communities supports those of us who struggle with reading/writing. Idk. I just feel so alone and a lot of people don’t take me seriously or make fun of me :(
Hello anon! I don’t get how you feel, but I know someone who does. I have dyslexia myself, however I have grown proficient in typing and reading due to LOTS of therapy and work. I used to be severely dyslexic myself until around 8th-9th grade. Not at all saying that you aren’t working, sometimes things just don’t work out the way they did for me. And your level of skill is completely valid and I am proud of you.
My sister, has Alexia and severe dyslexia. And although her experiences are not the same as just having dyslexia, she gets it in a sense. She’s unable to read much, and is considered illiterate.
Sorry if that doesn’t make you feel better, I’m not trying to make this a “oh I know how you feel moment” but I think it’s good to know that SOMEONE knows how you feel. And I know several of my learning disabled followers and mutuals know how you feel or have similar feelings. What I’m trying to get at is that you aren’t alone in this. You aren’t alone in the harassment or bullying, you aren’t alone for any of it.
Dyslexia I feel like is not a commonly talked about disorder, although it affects many a lot. I’m so so sorry to hear that you have people being mean to you, I bet that’s so frustrating and I’m sorry you’re going through that. You don’t deserve that.
I wish you the best of luck anon, and I hope as assistive technology grows, you’re able to find things that work better for you to make the world easier to navigate. Wishing you love and good luck wishes.
Have a lovely day anon.
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Wanted to give a quick update on my mental health since I think it's important to share the positives, especially as someone with Bipolar type II, and since I have been negative on here before.
I feel GREAT, like genuinely, I feel fantastic mentally. I have been doing exercises daily, I have been meal prepping and eating mindfully (Cutting back on carbs since they make me tired, upping my vegetables and trying to make food I love healthier by subbing ingredients) - In fact, I feel ENERGETIC. It's not the out of this world feeling of mania, but a consistent feeling of being able to tackle tasks that were very difficult for me before (exercise, dishes, cooking meals ahead of time so I have something to eat during and after work, eating veggies I used to hate, keeping my room tidy). I've had unlucky, bad things happen and it didn't make me want to crawl into a hole and die, I actually...was able to react calmly? Was able to shrug it off without collapsing into a pile?
It's genuinely...life-changing and not somewhere I thought I'd be several years ago. I could not fathom how I could live at a constant mood scale of not simply chugging through the day - and you guys have played a role in that. Comments that I love responding to, tags on my art, just engaging with my OCs as they've been a huge form of creativity for me and just loving art again (I'm proud of tackling more and more complex pieces).
So thank you! I hope to continue like this and also prove that having this life isn't just...out of the realm of possibility for those struggling with mental illness.
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