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#yuuji: how is that son of a bitch doing it

emphistic · 2 months

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On the Court

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Basketballplayer!Sukuna who, whenever he shows up to practice, always gets asked about you by his teammates (sometimes random people — that he doesn't even know — ask him about you, too)

"How's Y/N doing?"

"Tell Y/N I said hi."

"I haven't seen Y/N around lately, how is she?"

"You'll ask how my girlfriend's doing, but not me? She's good — by the way." Sukuna always feigned to be hurt by these inquiries. He really wasn't . . . most of the time.

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who insists you give him a kiss before all of his games

"C'mon, baby, just one?" He pleaded. "You know you're my lucky charm."

You would always laugh, giving in to his desires. And in the end, he wasn't wrong. Sukuna comes out of most matches as victorious, thanks to you.

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who loves when you come to his practices, this doesn't happen often because you have to babysit Yuuji

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who, if you do come to his practices, always acts like it's a Magic Mike show: he'll wipe the sweat off his face with his jersey just to show off his bare abs; he'll drink from his water bottle like a dog, making the water drip all over

When he's feeling extra scandalous, he'll even say, "I'm so sweaty, babe. Come lick it."

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who always searches for you in crowds

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who would, without even a second of hesitation, skip a practice or even a game if you asked him to hang out or something like that

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who takes immense pride in showing you off as his

Sukuna pointed at you in the crowd to a new teammate of his, "See that beautiful lady over there? That's my girlfriend. My girlfriend."

Sukuna always teases, saying, "I wouldn't be surprised if we lost this game. I'll probably be too distracted looking at that absolute work of art sitting over there."

Albeit, sometimes his pride backfires on him.

"Isn't my girlfriend just so gorgeous?"

"Yeah, she is. She's like super hot," his teammate remarked.

"What the fuck did you just say about my girlfriend, you little son of a bitch."

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who gets so jealous when other people sit next to you at a game, but he can't (because he's playing) — sometimes you bring his baby brother, Yuuji, along with you and Yuuji sits next to you or on your lap, and Sukuna literally glares daggers at his brother

There was this one time, where a guy decided to sit next to you in the bleachers, and started to mansplain basketball to you. He told you all the rules, all the positions, and he even had the nerve to narrate Sukuna's game to you. And you, deciding not to interfere, just politely nodded.

It wasn't until the end of the game, when Sukuna had the chance to put this little boy in his place. Like you guys always do, you ran down the bleachers to congratulate Sukuna on his win. Most of the time, it's just a tight hug where the both of you share a chaste peck. But this time, Sukuna shoved his tongue down your throat, all while glaring at the guy from earlier.

Basketballplayer!Sukuna whose teammates always come to you whenever Sukuna gets mad after a loss; they know you're the only who's able to approach him without getting punched in the face

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who loves when you care for him after he gets injured

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who gets really annoyed when people try to hit on him, especially if they get in his way when he's trying to talk to you

"Hey, I saw you playing and you're like, really good."

"I know."

"I didn't catch your name."

"I didn't throw it."

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Basketballplayer!Sukuna who loves to fuck you while you wear his jersey; he can't help it; he just loves to see his last name on your back

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who would take you against the bleachers if you let him

Basketballplayer!Sukuna whose favorite position is having you on your hands and knees on the bleachers, he'll purposely pound into you just to feel you wobble and shake on the bleachers

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who fucks you like a rabid animal after a loss; he needs to get rid of all the pent frustration

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who'll tell you to be quiet whilst shoving his fingers in your mouth

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who meets up with you in the locker room after everyone's left, he gets annoyed when people tarry and delay his meeting with you

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who, after fucking in the locker room, will proceed to take you again in the shower room

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who absolutely degrades you, pulling on your hair and making you hiccup and sob, he thinks you look divine when there's mascara running down your face and you've lost the ability to say or think anything but his name

"Look at you, milking my cock dry. You were made for this; you were made for me. Dirty fucking slut. My dirty slut."

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who also whispers sweet nothings in your ear

"You're so beautiful, baby," his words were slurred, as his hips came to a stutter. "Such a good girl for me. Ah, shit. Look at the mess you've made of me. 'm drunk off of you, pretty girl."

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who goes round after round, his stamina is 100% inimitable

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who is not against sex in the car if people don't leave the gym fast enough

Basketballplayer!Sukuna who always has so much left over energy after a game that he fucks you senseless, leaves you absolutely destroyed, till your legs are shaking, cum is dripping between your legs, and you're mind is completely blank

#sukuna x reader #ryomen x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #sukuna fluff #sukuna smut #sukuna headcanons #sukuna

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tender-rosiey · 2 years

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labor — gojo satoru x f!reader

ᴀ/ɴ: now I wanna write angst sigh

“babe, honey, baby please, Y/N! YOU’RE CRUSHING MY HAND PLEASE!” gojo, world’s strongest jujutsu sorcerer, screams as you clutch his hand tighter and tighter.

you groan, breathing heavily as the stubborn baby is still making his way out of your body, painfully so, “SHUT UP! NO ONE TOLD YOU TO HAVE SEX WITH ME!”

“I AM SORRY, OKAY?!” he replied, hoping to still have a hand intact so he can at least hold his son later on, “BUT YOU ALWAYS LOOK SO HOT AND SEXY!—“

“SATORU YOU FUCKING BITCH!” you yell at the top of your lungs, desperately hoping for this to end.

“sir, I suggest you stop yelling and try to comfort her—“ the nurse urges but the man falls off the chair to his knees because of the strong hold on his hand.

“CAN’T YOU SEE THAT I AM TRYING?!!” he looks up at her and she can clearly see just how painful it is for him and considering how blue his hand is starting to be.

but he has to stuck it up because you are giving birth and you’re the one who deserves the comfort right now.

your tears are staining the pillow below you, “SATORU, IT HURTS SO MUCH!”

“I know, honey; don’t worry—“ he attempts to talk but you raise his hand and slam into the bed again, making him slam his head onto the bed as well.

“WELL THEN DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!” you throw your head back, “STRONGEST MY ASS! MORE LIKE USELESS!”

gojo fakes a sob, “is this what I get for turning my infinity off?”

while you are inside, his students are outside of the operation room, stuck between laughing at their screaming teacher or to feel bad about you who’s in pain right now.

“Y/N, HONEY PLEASE I WILL GET YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT JUST PLEASE GRIP A LITTLE LIGHTER!” he yells for the hundredth time today and is once again ignored as you’re rather a little busy with something else.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

after a long while, the hallway is silent, and nothing is coming out of the room.

“who was screaming at the end?” yuuji questions nervously, looking at his other two friends.

megumi blinks and sighs, “either gojo died or y/n passed out.”

“I really hope it’s the first option,” nobara prays as her hand hold each other tightly; the other two follow the motion and nod.

three bottles of water are opened on top of each one of them until they are soaked to the toe and a note falls onto megumi’s lap.

i heard you, so expect harsher training <3 now let me enjoy this moment with my wife and son

— your super cool teacher, gojo satoru

they can hear squealing and the crying of a baby that slowly becomes quieter; the squealing is their teacher, that much they can tell, “y/n, he is so cute! just like you honey,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your forehead and proudly holding his son.

“well I just birthed him, you better fucking like him.”

“love, you are so vulgar,” gojo gasps, “what if our son picks up on that?”

you have no power to do anything but glare at him and he laughs quietly, “okay I am sorry; you were amazing.”

he presses soft kisses on your hand, “thank you so much; I am so proud of you.”

“shut up,” you grumble but softly say, “give him to me.”

“of course,” gojo replies, placing your son in your arms gently and he quietly gasps, “will I get to see you breastfeed him?”

“…doctor, can you get him out of here? like urgently please.”

“at your service, ma’am.”

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dellalyra · 8 months

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Hello! Goodmorning/afternoon/evening! This is my first time sending a request to someone here in this app and i hope i'm doing it right:')) AGHGHH I'M NERVOUSS. But, i've always loved your family formations au and i always anticipate new chapters of it^^

For the past few hours i've been having brainrots of Itafushi and i miss them so much:'))

I'd like to see Megumi's reaction at Ozawa's confession abt Yuji in that restaurant. Would he be jealous or akward? Like, imagine him getting a bit shy to tell her Yuji and him are dating😖

You could write this when you're in the mood to write ff again^_^

I just love you and your stories so much^^

𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗶’𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 - ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ʙᴏɴᴜꜱ

pixie says: this was just what i needed - some fluff and sweetness and itafushi in family formations goodness, ily nonnie <3

Megumi couldn’t help but scowl at a smirking Nobara.

She was seated beside him - both across from the tall, pretty brunette smiling sheepishly at them both.

“So, Fushiguro, you’re closest with Itadori. Does he have a girlfriend?” She said, arched eyebrow raised.

Little shit-stirrer.

He should have known it would be something like this when Ijichi turned the car around at her behest - she lived for the drama. Nobara’s logic probably went something along the lines of: oh, why tell this girl my best friend has a boyfriend when I could get his boyfriend here instead?

“I think you’d know best - considering how close you guys are, and how much time you spend together - does he have any photos of a girlfriend in his room? You seem to spend a lot of time in there.” Her pale pink nails drum on the table.

He tries to come up with a sharp retort - but flusters at Kugisaki’s insinuation.

He’s not quite sure how to respond.

He’s not exactly the type to say “Oh, Itadori? The boy I’ve been in love with for months? The boy who had his arm wrapped around my waist when I woke up this morning? Sorry, BITCH, he’s taken.”

Plus - the B-word (boyfriend, not bitch) had never come up. The revelation of mutual romantic interest was only several weeks old - Megumi hadn’t though of a label until now, it hadn’t seemed necessary.

So - what he settled on had Kugisaki snorting.

“No. Itadori doesn’t have a girlfriend.” H

He sure as shit wasn’t going to give this nightmare classmate beside him the satisfaction of seeing what she wants to see.

Jealousy.

Ozawa was pretty, very pretty in fact. Dainty features with a fantastic physique - pretty much exactly Itadori’s type in a person. Sure, he was tall too - and a lean physique came with the job as a sorcerer. He had delicate features too. Itadori said he loved his eyes - so that’s a point in his corner. He’s not sure if he has the big butt Itadori said he likes, but it’s gotta at least be toned from all the running he does with the dogs.

Ozawa however, she was soft. Smoother around the edges. No sullen nature or manical frenzies, no shadows (Ten or otherwise). Maybe, Yuuji would prefer…

No. Fushiguro Megumi was absolutely not going to allow that train of thought. He puts a pin in it by imagining what his mom and dad would say.

“Megumi! You are the son of the world’s strongest sorcerer, and underneath layers of sullen ‘oh I’m a grumpy teenager and I like weezer’ is a very sweet baby boy!” Says imaginary Gojo. Annoying even in fiction.

“You stop that right now young man! Do we need to do our morning affirmations? ‘Toru! Get me the mirror!” Imaginary Y/N announces.

During the time he zoned out - he hadn’t noticed Nobara making a phone call.

That was, until a large figure stood at the table.

“Kugisaki? What do you want?” His head snaps up - when the hell did Yuuji get here?

Ozawa was staring up at him with stars in her eyes.

Truth was, he couldn’t blame her. When Yuuji walked into the room - it always felt like the sun had come out on a rainy day, banishing all the cold and damp. The eternal warmth of his presence permeated through to even the most frigid parts of a persons soul until they could no longer imagine a world without Itadori. His smile was wide as he greeted Kugisaki, and his honey brown eyes looked like home.

Plus - Yuuji had always been toned - since he first saw him on the athletics field of his school he could easily see that, but the past (almost) year of sorcery training had filled him out even further. Biceps straining against the seams of his uniform - holding on for dear life (Yuuji refused to get a new uniform, he said the fact that Gojo-sensei designed it for him made him happy), plus - he’d grown too. Now standing at only an inch or two smaller than Megumi. Nobara had dragged him to her hairdresser too, insisting on a proper haircut because in her words ‘you might not look as bad if you don’t cut your hair with a kitchen scissors.” Megumi knew she just liked spending time with him, but he’d let her pretend.

Fuck, he loved that boy.

Silly, selfless, beautiful and brave boy.

Yuuji’s head turned to the other side of the table, eyes looking straight at Ozawa. Even Megumi - in all his possessiveness - hoped he’d recognise the girl.

“Oh, hey Ozawa!”

Thank every potential god.

“Hello, Itadori-kun.”

“It’s so good to see you! How have you been? Why are you in Tokyo? I see you’ve met my boyfriend, Megumi!” He rattles off as he squishes in beside Megumi, slipping an arm around his waist and ignoring a protesting Nobara.

Wait -

Boyfriend?

He introduced him as his boyfriend.

He smiled to himself. How very Yuuji - he didn’t even ask, didn’t need to. He was his, completely.

Who needs jealousy when you’ve got a boy like this?

“O-oh, boyfriend? Oh no - I’m very sorry, Fushiguro. I meant no offence.” Ozawa floundered.

Yuuji looked very confused.

Megumi just shrugged and nodded at the girl, muttering that it’s fine and she didn’t know - adding in the Kugisaki was a shit-stirrer.

Yuuji still looked confused. Megumi squeezed his hand under the table three times, a signal he’d copied from Y/N and Gojo. 3 squeezes means I love you, 4 means I love you too. He smiled at the table when he got 4 squeezes back.

Ozawa and Itadori caught up for a while, reminiscing about old times until eventually it was time to go, signalled by Yuuji forgetting his own strength and pulling Megumi by the hand out of the booth and rambling about Popcorn and Human Earthworms.

Megumi nodded, agreeing to go.

The things he did for this boy.

“You coming, Kugisaki?” Yuuji asks as they stand from the table.

“I’ll catch up with you guys.” She says, shooing them away.

“Okay! Bye Ozawa! It was really nice to see you!” Yuuji says, waving as he walked away.

Once they were sat in the movie theatre, Megumi looked at Yuuji.

He felt really grateful.

So, his long fingers found purchase on his boyfriends chin, turning his face toward him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Eh? What was that for?” Yuuji says, smiling and holding the hand.

“Can’t I kiss my boyfriend without the third degree?” Megumi smirked, and rejoiced in the flustered Yuuji.

“Of course you can! Here, do it again! So I can show you how okay it is!” Yuuji said, hair threading in Megumi’s thick black locks, and kissing him deeper.

They remained that way, soft kisses passing back and forth whilst the trailers played until a gagging sound came from beside them.

“Get a room, fucking hell. I’d expected more of you, Fushiguro.” Groaned the freshly arrived Kugisaki.

“Go to hell.”

“Shut up, ‘Bara!” Yuuji retorted.

“Where were you, anyway? Movies about to start.” Megumi asks, settling in with Yuuji’s arm around his shoulder.

“Exercising the power of my unending rizz. Wasn’t letting Ozawa leave the diner without a date for next weekend now, was I?” She smirked, wiggling her phone displaying the other girls Instagram.

“What about Zen’in? Are you suddenly not crazy about her?” Fushiguro questions.

“Well - a little jealousy never hurt anyone did it? Plus, Ozawa knows it’s for the pursuit of a certain girlboss martial artist - I reintroduce her to Yuuji, she helps me get Maki.” She shrugs, stealing a handful of popcorn.

“Why are you the way that you are?” Was all the two boys had to say in response to their cackling best friend.

Megumi had never been more glad that the King of Curses was the only complication in his relationship.

#family formations extras #jjk #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #dad!gojo #jujutsu kaisen megumi #itafushi #itadori x fushiguro #megumi fushiguro #megumi x yuuji #itafushi fluff

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kcokaine · 14 days

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hi hi! i had a few questions, i think you answered some similarly but ever since I found your page i've been wondering... - how would kojiro handle being a big brother, especially since he's 'missing half of himself'? how would he deal if he had another set of twins around him? - what about daisuke- does he have any immediate family? (the beef with him and naoya is so... 😭 destroy that bleach blonde bitch homeboy u can do it) does he ever want siblings or kids or anything? - how do you come up with your design ideas? i love and adore both of your boys and your genderbends- and your sketchpage compositions are delightful 🥺

and finally... what would you like to be addressed as? i think i saw someone call you kain but i wasnt sure if you had a preferred name or not... your art is so pretty, i love the definition you get and how structured everything feels, and your posing is just... mdfvmdfsjn

Koji has trouble understanding affection and positive feelings too well, he is better at it than sukuna and also understands the concept of family. He would protect his siblings with his life so if he ever met yuuji or megumi hed probably growl at anyone who tries to hurt them

Daisuki has whole Zenin clan to consider, he doesn't have siblings but he has a lot of cousins. Naoya is his cousin and Toji as well afterall :D. He would absolutely love to be a dad, he has a son later on with Rei too but he never gets to raise him cause he dies fighting Sukuna

I'm horny

Call me whatever u want. But i usually get called Iba.

#iba asks

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water9826 · 4 months

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Cursed Guardians (A JJK Fic)

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“I’m going to fucking murder you, Sukuna.”

“That’d kill you too, dumbass.”

“I don’t care! How could you NOT do the ONE thing I requested of you?!”

“Oi! It ain’t my fault that I didn’t notice!”

“You were supposed to tell me the second you sensed Yuuji’s presence! For fuck’s sake, you made a binding vow with me!”

“And nothing’s happened to me, right? I didn’t tell you about Yuuji on purpose. I didn’t sense him, so the binding vow wasn’t broken. I did nothing wrong!”

“YOU’RE SUCH A– I JUST– AGH! I HATE YOU!”

“WHAT?! I GOT US BACK HOME, YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!”

“Yeah, you did get us home, but you want to know what you also did? YOU ALERTED ALL THE JUJUTSU SORCERERS IN JAPAN! YOU PRACTICALLY INVITED THEM TO OUR HOUSE!”

“THEY AREN’T GOING TO COME! HAVEN’T YOU HEARD OF INTIMIDATION TACTICS?! THEY’LL BE TOO BUSY PISSING THEIR PANTS TO EVEN TRY TO FIND US!”

“YOU KNOW DAMN WELL-”

An ear piercing wail made all arguing screech to a halt. Ryomen glared murderously at Sukuna before heading to the baby’s room. The much taller being followed the man with a scowl that was more resemblant of a pout.

-One hour Earlier-

Once Infinite had deposited the group to the requested location, Ryomen had immediately gotten to work on cleaning up his long lost son of any grime he had collected when at the forest with soft baby wipes. The infant whined in pain when Ryomen gently brushed his finger against the dark markings on his chubby face and arms. A million questions flooded the man’s mind, but he ignored all of them due to the teary, golden eyes looking up at him. Ryomen’s heart melted and twisted at the same time at the sight. He soon began to prepare the formula for the hungry infant. The moment the bottle was placed in Yuuji’s mouth, the baby quickly devoured the meal greedily. As the infant drank, his loyal protectors were in a circle, watching him dutifully. At some point, Overtime used one of his wrappings to wipe off the mess of milk from Yuuji’s face due to the baby’s clumsy drinking. It caused the baby to squeal with laughter, causing everyone in the room to soften at the sight. Even Sukuna had to bite his lip in order to hide a smile at the happy squeals.

Once Yuuji had finished his meal and was burped, Ryomen carried the baby to the bathroom to give him a much needed bath. While the wipes had done well to clean off the dirt, a proper, warm bath was needed to help sooth the baby’s irritated skin and get rid of the tiny sticks in his hair. His six guardians had tried to follow them into the bathroom, but Ryomen was quick to scold them. Only Supernova was allowed to enter due to his small size. The cat purred loudly before jumping onto Ryomen’s shoulder. Yuuji made grabbing motions towards the purple feline. Because Supernova had been the first being that the baby saw, the boy had imprinted on Supernova. An undeniably smug look appeared in Supernova’s eyes as he peered at the other guardians while Yuuji’s attention was fully on the cat. Infinite squawked loudly in pure offense, the colorful feathers along his back raised to show just how unhappy he was at Ryomen’s decision. When the draconic creature tried to use his long body to steal Yuuji, Chimera was quick to summon one of his frogs to wrap around Infinite's beak before it could make contact. The dark goop immediately began to stick into the white fur of Infinite’s back, eliciting another affronted squawk.

“Damn, he’s loud. Think we’re going to have trouble with that in the future?” Ryomen raised a brow at Sukuna. Fortunately, the noise did not scare Yuuji in the slightest. In fact, the baby giggled and cooed at the draconic bird amalgamation. This made Infinite shake off the black goop and try to nuzzle the baby’s head, responding with coos and trills of his own. However, a swipe from Supernova’s paw caused the larger creature to whine with disappointment.

“It will definitely be a problem moving forward. That thing cannot live without annoying someone else. He never knows when to shut up. You can chop off his upper half and he’d still be a pain in the ass.” A glare was sent to the dramatic bird, who had used his smoky tail to hit Sukuna in the face. Sukuna suppressed a growl, not noticing that Ryomen was looking at him oddly from his choice of words.

Ryomen sighed, more than used to the ancient curse’s weird phrasing. He adjusted the now wiggling baby in a more secure grip and looked at the other guardians. He was briefed on the names and purposes of the guardians that would accompany Yuuji long ago, but nothing could have prepared him for how strange they looked. Any grievances he would have had disappeared once he heard his son’s happy squeals as Supernova began to groom the small amount of pink hair on Yuuji’s head. The cat was clearly different from the average feline. Not just from his purple fur and spikes, but also his behavior. All the cats Ryomen had interacted with in the past had no qualms with biting or scratching him if he so much as breathed the wrong way. In contrast, Supernova let the baby grab at his tail which most cats would have clawed someone for doing. His purrs were somehow much more soothing than other cats. The purring Supernova was emitting made vibrations go through Ryomen’s body, causing him to unconsciously relax. It had the same effect on Yuuji, so he knew he had to act quickly. Bathing a cranky baby was something Ryomen had no desire to deal with at this time of night.

To his chagrin, the five guardians that weren’t allowed to enter the bathroom were sulking. Boogie and Infinite were the loudest with their complaints, one was howling in pure agony while the other was chirping as pitifully as possible. The rose on Resonance’s left eye wilted at the edges while the green lights on Chimera’s face had dimmed considerably. It was nearly impossible to read Overtime’s body language, so Ryomen paid attention to the looser wrappings around his body. The wrappings were subtly reaching out in the direction of Yuuji. He felt terrible for separating the guardians from their precious ward.

Catching onto Ryomen’s internal dilemma, Sukuna rolled his eyes. “The guardians will not disappear if they are away from Yuuji for five seconds. I suggest you bathe Yuuji now, considering how sleepy the brat is getting.”

“He’s not a brat!” Ryomen responded instantly. Although, he knew that Sukuna was right about Yuuji’s sleepiness. “Just make sure they don’t break in, okay? They can watch by the door if they get too restless.”

“They’re already restless, so that is a given” Sukuna responded with a scoff.

Ryomen shook his head and flipped Sukuna off as he turned to enter the bathroom. The snarl that followed made Ryomen smirk as he closed the door. Big, honey eyes looked at the new space in complete awe. Yuuji was staring at the sink as if it was the eighth wonder of the world. A warmness that Ryomen hadn’t felt in centuries blossomed in his chest at the sight of his precious son’s curiosity. He had waited so long to have Yuuji in his arms again. If he wasn’t careful, he knew that he would be sobbing his heart out at any moment once being reunited with his long-lost son. However, duty calls, and Ryomen could not be bursting into tears while his baby needed him.

The bathroom had long been baby-proofed, so some of Ryomen’s many anxieties could be eased. He first took out a blanket from one of the cupboards and placed the fluffy material on the tile floor. Yuuji giggled when Ryomen booped his nose after placing him on the blanket. It took all of Ryomen’s self control not to cry and not to cradle Yuuji in his arms and never let go. He shook his head again, focusing on getting the supplies needed for the bath. Considering Yuuji’s sensitive marks, Ryomen chose the gentlest products he had. With that sorted, Ryomen knelt on the floor to turn the faucet on the tub. As the water warmed up, the pink-haired man stood and went to the cupboards beneath the sink. To start, he collected the foldable baby tub he’d bought online and placed it to the side. Afterwards, he grabbed three soft towels that had never been used before. Ryomen pointedly ignored the mirror of the sink, knowing just how rough he looked from his eventful day. If someone had warned him that he would be alerted of his son’s presence while buying groceries, causing him to run out of the store with one bag in hand as he forgot the rest of his groceries because he was too busy running down the street with Sukuna screaming directions in his ear, which then led to him looking like an insane person as he shouted at the parasite in his head for all to see, further fueling his determination to get to his son’s location as fast as possible, making him throw up at least four times from the overexertion as he sprinted about ten miles to the forest his son was in, only to find his baby boy wailing in fright and hunger whilst being surrounded by the most powerful and influential sorcerers in the country…then Ryomen would have drank all of Sukuna’s stolen saki until he forgot how to feel feelings.

I should still find the time to steal Sukuna’s saki. He stole it from the finest restaurants in Japan, so stealing it again shouldn’t count as a crime. Not like he can get drunk anyway . His musings were interrupted when a paw incessantly tugged on his pants. Ryomen snapped back to reality, and he was surprised to see Supernova sitting on his leg, nodding his head towards the tub with a disapproving gaze. Somehow, the sharp meow Supernova let out felt like a harsh reprimand. Shit, I really need to focus. Can parenting skills get rusty after a thousand years?

Ryomen breathed in deeply for a few moments to get his frazzled nerves under control. He placed one towel on the floor where he’d be kneeling, another on the edge of the tub to clean up splashes and bubbles, and the third was resting on the counter of the sink to be used at the end. Luckily, the water was the perfect temperature without Ryomen’s interference. At the same time, Supernova was being used as a living plush toy by a giggling baby. Yuuji was on the cat's fluffy back with a smile. His tiny hands gripped at the fur, and his head was buried into the purple softness. Golden eyes started to flutter as he further burrowed his head in the warmth. Supernova never once growled at the baby, only nudging the boy’s cheek to keep him awake.

When Ryomen turned to place Yuuji in the tub, a snort left his lips to see his adorable son trying to use Supernova as a bed. He gently plucked the baby from Supernova’s back and removed the baby’s diaper and dirty onesie. Part of him was worried that Yuuji would start wailing at the separation, but his fears were put to rest as his boy made grabby hands at Ryomen’s face. The father and son duo had matching smiles that could rival the sun in their brightness.

This time, Ryomen could not stop his tears from flowing when chubby hands grabbed at his nose. Yuuji giggled when Ryomen nuzzled his nose into the baby’s soft grip. Dark honey met golden honey, and Ryomen finally felt complete. One of Yuuji’s hands patted Ryomen’s cheek, coos of shere delight escaping the boy’s lips. His baby boy giggled again and looked back at his crying father. Ryomen let out a watery laugh that sounded more like a sob. “Oh…Hi…Hi, Yuuji … Hi …I’m your Papa, remember? I’m going to take care of you from now on, okay? You already have so many people who will always love you and protect you. You’ll never be alone. You’ll always have someone to dry your tears. You’ll forever have someone to hug you when you’re scared. You’ll always have a roof over your head. You’ll always be warm and cozy. You’ll never have to go hungry ever again. You won’t get sick anymore. I promise.” Memories of a long forgotten plague filled Ryomen’s mind. The helplessness. The pain. The grief. The rage-

Another pat on his face broke Ryomen from his spiraling thoughts. This time, Yuuji was patting his forehead repeatedly. His chubby cheeks were puffed out in pout. The baby looked just as disapproving as Supernova had earlier. Tears of pure joy soon streamed down Ryomen’s face as a much more pleasant memory surfaced.

“No sad, Papa! I hit sad away!”

“Yuuji, hon, you’re hitting me- OW! Stop it, sweetie, you don’t need to- OW! OW! Okay! Okay, the sad is gone! Good job, Yuuji! You can stop hitting Papa’s head now.”

“No!”

“N-No?”

“You still sad! Need more hits!”

“Wait, Yuuji- OW! OW! You’re doing this on purpose- OW!”

A genuine laugh burst from Ryomen’s chest. “I should have expected your lack of tolerance for sadness.” Ryomen kissed Yuuji’s forehead, remembering what he still had to do. He switched to holding Yuuji with one arm and placed the smaller baby tub inside the larger bathtub and waited until the tiny tub was at the appropriate water level. He also placed a stopper in to prevent the surrounding warm water from draining out. After testing the water’s temperature again, the pink-haired man carefully placed Yuuji into the baby tub. In an instant, Supernova jumped onto the rim of the bathtub in order to watch the baby like a hawk. There wasn’t much need to do so because the baby tub was shallow enough that drowning was impossible with Ryomen there. However, it was still nice to have someone care for his son so much.

Yuuji was confused at first from the new sensations, but he quickly relaxed into the warm water. Ryomen got out the baby wash and squeezed it into the water. As he swirled the water with his hand, Yuuji squealed as bubbles appeared. The baby was ecstatic as he slapped his tiny palms into the water. However, Yuuji had always been a boy with excess strength, even as a baby. Soapy water hit Ryomen in his face. He sighed and grabbed the towel on the corner of the bathtub. When he opened his eyes, he was relieved to see that no burn came, proving the gentleness of the baby wash and shampoo. He’d definitely be buying from the brand in the future.

Yuuji wiggled around and splashed some more, even managing to soak Supernova. The attentive cat simply shook his head to rid himself of the water and went back to watching Yuuji. The sight of the purple feline’s droopy, wet fur made Ryomen snicker. Eventually, Yuuji would calm down enough to allow Ryomen to properly wash him without making an ocean out of the bathroom. A mild scent of honey could be detected from the soap and the same was seen in the shampoo.

Maybe I should start calling him little bee. Ryomen thought to himself. With the stripes on Yuuji’s tiny body, it was easy to compare the baby to a bumblebee. However, he could not abandon his favorite nickname of all. The black stripes along his son’s face and body resembled a tiger much more than a bee. “Seems like my tiger cub finally got his stripes, hm?”

As cute as the stripes were, Ryomen knew that it wasn’t normal for a baby to have. There were two stripes on each side of Yuuji's cheeks, six stripes of varying length on his arms, three stripes along the length of each leg, and one circular marking on his chest. What was most concerning was that it was painful if he touched Yuuji’s tattoos. He was hoping the pain was temporary and would go away with time. For now, Ryomen would continue to use the gentlest products for his boy. When he began washing Yuuji’s tattoos, he treated them like they were more fragile than porcelain. Yuuji had initially whined at the touch, causing the spines on Supernova’s back to raise in anger. Fortunately, Ryomen’s face would not get mauled as the tiny whines stopped after a few seconds. On closer inspection, there was a faint outline of redness surrounding each marking. He frowned, but Ryomen knew of the many lotions he had bought specifically tailored towards irritated skin in infants. Turns out his many online shopping sprees in the middle of the night would prove useful.

When it was time for shampoo, Yuuji had splashed most of the water from his tub. Ryomen used a small pitcher attached to the wall on his right to scoop out the warm water surrounding the larger bathtub. It was still warm, so Ryomen gently poured the water into the near empty baby tub. Yuuji squealed with the additional water. Before he could splash Ryomen and Supernova for the umpteenth time, Ryomen plopped a dollop of shampoo on Yuuji’s head. Immediately, the baby cooed and tried to reach for his head. The man and cat both sagged in relief. Not wanting to have the shampoo run down Yuuji’s face, Ryomen used one hand to block Yuuji’s eyes and another to scoop water onto the baby’s head. With great care, Ryomen lathered the shampoo into the pink hair, making sure that every speck of dirt was gone. He had thought that he would need to spend ages removing each tiny splinter and stick from his boy’s hair. It seemed like Supernova had taken care of that when the feline had groomed the baby’s pink-hair earlier. Ryomen looked at the cat, who was still watching his boy with great focus. Thanks to Supernova, the bath would go much faster than Ryomen anticipated. It made sense that the cat would be so attentive according to Sukuna’s brief descriptions of the guardians.

Supernova will be Yuuji’s bodyguard in a sense. His regular form is smaller than the rest, but he is large for a cat. That’s why he can alter the size of his form to fit the situation, so Yuuji can take him anywhere. Supernova is capable of both long range and close range attacks with his blood manipulation technique. He’s the ‘all-in-one’ guardian and will protect Yuuji with his life. I doubt that protection will spread to you or me because that cat does not give a shit about what happens to anyone besides Yuuji. He doesn't even seem to care that much about the other guardians. Oh, and before I forget, don’t try petting him either. If you’re not Yuuji and you pet him, the little fucker will slice your hand off.

For once, Ryomen was grateful to Sukuna. If he hadn’t warned him, Ryomen would have pet the fluffy cat upon seeing Supernova. It was a good thing that Yuuji had shown nothing but happiness towards Ryomen. Any tears would spell his doom.

Yuuji luckily only continued to coo at Ryomen’s gentle ministrations. Once the shampoo was fully washed off, the peach locks were vibrant. Ryomen smiled as he realized that he, Yuuji, and Sukuna all shared the exact shade of pink. Additionally, they all had tattoos of their own. Sukuna had the most, but Ryomen had his fair share as well. He had the same markings on his forehead, nose, cheeks, and shoulders that Sukuna had. He had two black bands on each thigh and two on each calf. The two bands around each of his wrists were the most unique. They were thinner than the other bands on his skin. The top band separated into five lines that spread to his hand and fingers. In fact, the lines even grew onto his nail bed. No amount of filing would rub off the marks, so Ryomen got into the habit of painting his nails with the darkest polishes he could find. The lines would then travel down to the pads of his fingers, forming a perfect square on each one. He had an identical black square on the sole of both feet. All the squares were a symbol of the technique he has. While Sukuna had all the brutality and strength, Ryomen had the firepower so to speak.

“Oi, dumbass! Are you done yet or have you finally succumbed to your stupidity?” Sukuna’s muffled voice broke the peaceful environment. The curse had been relentless in teasing him when Ryomen had continued to puke during his dash to get Yuuji. He kept talking about how Ryomen would die any second with his ‘shitty’ endurance.

“Shut up, Sukuna! I thought you had ‘the patience of a god’!”

“I do, but not with these fucking demons throwing tantrums!” After Sukuna said that, Ryomen heard various whines and scratches coming from the other side of the door. A large claw tried going through the crack under the door with a miserable squawk. Infinite continued his mournful cries until a spotted wrapping yanked his claw from the door.

Seeing as his time was up and not wanting to have Yuuji’s skin get pruny, Ryomen grabbed the towel from the counter and wrapped Yuuji securely. He got out a soft cloth and began to dry Yuuji with it. He would have used a normal towel, but Ryomen was taking no chances in irritating his baby’s sensitive skin. Yuuji was quickly starting to fall asleep, so Ryomen used all his focus to be even more gentle. Behind him, Supernova was grooming himself to rid his fur of the soapy water. The cat went to the door crack and hissed. In response, the very tip of Infinite’s beak poked through. Based on the muffled swears from Sukuna and the sounds of things crashing, Infinite’s large body had knocked several things over in his attempt to peek under the door.

“Looks like our time is up, little tiger. Let’s get you to bed. You’ve had quite the day!” Ryomen carried a now dry Yuuji in his arms wrapped in another towel. The shirt Ryomen had been wearing was so soaked that he had to use the towel he had first bundled Yuuji in to wipe the slippery tile. He took off the wet fabric and threw it in the sink’s basin, too tired to clean the messy bathroom. It was a problem for future Ryomen. Current Ryomen was on his way to passing out like his sleepy son.

Supernova backed away from the door, shrinking in size before jumping on Ryomen’s shoulder again. His smaller form allowed the cat to curl up without having most of its body hanging off. To his relief, Infinite had removed his beak from the door. He took a deep breath in and opened the door and was met with a disaster.

Several vases lay shattered on the floor, spilling dirt everywhere. A few nails had been stabbed into the walls, and there were claw marks along the floor. Some of the paintings on the walls had been knocked over or were covered in slobber. Black goop managed to stain the ceiling. Shreds of spotted fabric also littered the floor. At the center of the mess was a tense Sukuna. He had his four arms crossed, refusing to look at Ryomen. It was clear that the guardians let their anxiety get the best of them, and Sukuna was a horrid babysitter. Before said curse could let a word out, Ryomen raised a hand. Whatever expression Ryomen was adorning was enough to shut Sukuna up and make all the guardians sheepishly back away.

Tomorrow. It’s tomorrow’s problem. That was the mantra running through Ryomen’s head. The only source of solace for the poor man was the weight in his arms. Yuuji was completely knocked out with his tiny head buried in Ryomen’s right shoulder. On his left shoulder, Supernova was purring again with his warm fur tickling Ryomen’s neck. In silence, the others followed the pink-haired man into the nursery.

The nursery was made with love and care. Yuuji’s crib was meticulously carved by a certain curse with a tendency for slashing. Intricate swooping patterns were carved into the wooden crib. Flames outlined the edges of the crib with sharp notches between each flame. On the front of the crib was the symbol on Sukuna and Ryomen’s foreheads. According to the ancient curse, it was actually a rune marked into their skins to offer strength and bravery. He didn’t entirely believe Sukuna, but Ryomen let it slide.

“If anyone messes up the nursery, I am killing every last one of you.” Ryomen whispered to the others as he placed Yuuji on the changing table. Even with the room being so inviting with its beautiful abstract paintings of flowers and tigers, an army of animal plushies, fluffy blankets with matching pillows, and impossibly plush carpet, all the creatures in the room felt like they were facing death itself.

The exhaustion of a single father was not to be messed with.

With the threat in all their heads, the remaining guardians were very careful as they maneuvered around the nursery. Chimera headed towards a dark corner, hiding himself in the shadow with only his green eyes visible. Boogie laid his large body on the side of the carpet in the center of the room, tailing gently wagging. The canine laid his head on his paws and got into a comfortable position to sleep. Resonance was the most cautious, knowing her sharp appendages could do great damage to the room. She sat down on the red rocking chair in another corner and curled up as much as she could. Overtime loosened the wrappings on his body to plop down next to the crib. This allowed him to take up less space. His more solid left side began to glow brighter, heating up the room as Overtime allowed the magma inside his body flow along the cracks of his body. Being the longest and largest, Infinite had the most trouble fitting into the nursery. He chirped in irritation before he saw the stone rafters on the ceiling. The ancient origins of their home had its apparent perks. Infinite trilled softly as he used his lengthy form to reach the rafters that fortunately supported his weight. The high position allowed Infinite to have a bird’s eye view of the room, which was quite fitting for the draconic bird. Infinite let his smokey tail dangle from a gap in the rafters. The tail opened slightly, revealing six eyes that were bright enough to be a nightlight. Each eye was focused on the sleepy baby in Ryomen’s arms, now dawned in a yellow onesie and fresh diaper.

Despite his fatigue, Ryomen’s eyes were bright with happiness as he rocked Yuuji in his arms, patting his back. In seconds, the baby went back to sleep. He had been woken up when his father dressed him and was eager to fall asleep again. Ryomen delicately placed the baby into the crib as if the boy was made of glass. A small, pink blanket was draped over the infant. All the occupants in the room were momentarily frozen as each was immersed in watching the small baby’s rising and falling chest. Supernova shrunk again and curled around the baby, giving Yuuji one last lick.

Eventually, the exhaustion within Ryomen grew too great to handle. His limbs subtly trembled with the effort to remain standing. What broke Ryomen from his slight trance was a notification from his phone. He had left his phone on the changing table when Yuuji had first arrived. Seeing how the baby was in nothing but a bundle and diaper, Ryomen ran to get something to put on his son. The man reluctantly walked away from the crib to see what kind notification would pop up this late at night. He stared at the bright screen for about a minute, his eyes widening the more the information settled in his tired mind.

It was a message from an unknown number.

Congratulations on the reunion! Your odd little family has made quite the impact on Jujutsu society! Word spreads quite fast among sorcerers, you know? You’re the hot topic of discussion! Say hi to Yuuji for me :) -K

The phone shattered in Ryomen’s hand.

Without a word, Ryomen stormed out of the room, harshly grabbing the curse by the door so hard Sukuna felt his arm pop. The guardians were startled by the sudden fury in Ryomen, but they stayed where they were. Yuuji continued to sleep, unaware of the doom upon them.

Ryomen had dragged Sukuna into the living room. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his hand. His breaths were rapid and harsh. It took a couple minutes for Ryomen to gather the energy to speak. The rage in Ryomen’s eyes overtook the fatigue. His first words to break the tense silence were snarled, sounding more beast than human.

“I’m going to fucking murder you, Sukuna.”

-Present-

Sukuna was fond of the home they had found.

The place they were currently in used to be an old shrine dedicated to Sukuna. This allowed the massive curse to exist outside of Ryomen’s body. While Sukuna’s form in the shrine was visible, it was not tangible by any means. Ryomen could stick a hand through his form, much to the curse’s displeasure and Ryomen’s amusement. If he reinforced his ghostly body with cursed energy, he would become more solid. However, once the curse was outside the shrine’s given boundaries, there was nothing Sukuna could do to remain corporeal. The only way that Sukuna could return to his physical form was if he used Ryomen to do so. Over the years, the two had developed a give and take method. If Sukuna wanted to take over when Ryomen didn’t want to switch, he would need to do a favor for the man. The same applied for Ryomen if he wanted to take back control. Sukuna could take over the man’s body easily and never give it back, but it was counterintuitive to his goal of keeping Yuuji happy and safe. This goal alo prevented Sukuna from going on a mass murdering rampage as any large-scale attacks from the curse would garner too much attention from the sorcerers.

So much for not alerting the sorcerers.

With how angry Ryomen was at Sukuna, he doubted that the man would allow him to take over any time soon. For now, he would have to be satisfied as being a ghost for the time being. He leaned against the doorframe of the nursery with his four arms crossed over each other. The guardians Sukuna had wished for were just as unruly as he remembered. While the six creatures were dedicated to protecting Yuuji at all costs, they still had no intention of respecting or listening to Sukuna’s orders. In fact, they were all glaring at him from the floor of the nursery. He rolled his eyes and glanced at Ryomen. The tired, pink-haired man was cradling a crying Yuuji, rocking him gently to soothe the child. It wasn’t the cry of a hungry baby or a baby that needed a change. No. It was the cry of a baby in pain. Two other marks had appeared on Yuuji’s face. Marks that made Sukuna tense up considerably.

A mark on the tip of his right eyebrow, splitting it.

A mark on the left corner of his lip.

That’s where Yuuji’s deepest scars used to be.

Sukuna cursed under his breath. The curse was well aware of what he had done in a world that no longer exists. While most of his memories had become foggy, he had a general understanding of his actions, especially of the times he made Yuuji suffer. Ryomen was unaware of what Sukuna had done to the world, and the curse had no plans of ever telling him. This new world was supposed to be completely different but it seemed like there were some ‘stragglers’ that refused to go. Events that could not be erased. People that would not disappear.

He had a feeling he already knew who this ‘K’ was. The random message sounded friendly on surface level, but Sukuna wasn’t an idiot. The hidden threat woven into the amiable text was easy to detect. There was only one person that Sukuna knew who was crazy and powerful enough to mess with Sukuna and not die.

Only time will tell if I actually made things worse . Sukuna looked at the cursed souls surrounding Ryomen as the man continued to comfort the distressed infant, all anger from his previous encounter with Sukuna gone. Due to the nature of their souls, Sukuna knew everything there was to Ryomen. He had originated from the man, afterall. Even so, there were stark differences between the two. Sukuna hated children while Ryomen had an immense soft spot for them. Yuuji didn’t count . Ryomen was impatient while Sukuna was willing to wait decades for a plan of his to come to fruition. Sukuna kept his composure while Ryomen had a temper that would go off at a moment's notice. Ryomen was violent when he needed to be while Sukuna reveled in the bloodshed he caused.

However, there was one thing that both beings could agree on: Protecting Yuuji at all costs .

It was a pathetic goal for one as powerful as him to have, but Sukuna had made peace with it long ago. The curse glanced at the baby, whose wails had turned into soft sniffles, and felt a stabbing pain in his chest. Ryomen was soothing his hand against Yuuji’s tiny back. He was humming a nameless tune with his eyes closed and a soft smile on his usually stressed features. It was likely that Ryomen had not noticed what he was doing as he hated whenever Sukuna caught him doing something ‘weak’. Likely too tired to be aware of his surroundings. Normally, Sukuna would have shouted at Ryomen to startle the high-strung man and laugh at his misery. This time, the curse stayed silent to allow Ryomen time with the boy he had been waiting for for centuries. His beloved son. Sukuna noticed the guardians for the baby gently copying the tune Ryomen was unknowingly humming. There were soft purrs, rumbles, chitters, and trills in the air. The small symphony of sounds began to lull the baby back to sleep.

The sight was utterly domestic.

This was not a place a curse was welcomed in. Sukuna knew that he did not belong among such a peaceful sight, but he was prideful enough to remain where he was by the door. Nothing would force Sukuna to do anything he did not wish to do.

Infinite looked at him.

All the warmth that Sukuna felt had turned to ice. No one aside from Sukuna himself noticed the change in atmosphere, meaning that the annoying entity had targeted him and him alone. The cocoon of adoration and protection had been closed off in order to prevent Sukuna from entering. It wasn’t like the curse had any intentions of entering such a pitiful environment, but it was still irritating to see the obvious attempts at pushing him away. Out of all the guardians Yuuji had, Infinite was the most ‘aware’ so to speak. Each creature was wired to perform a different duty in caring for the boy. They were beings that operated on pure instinct, complex thoughts practically impossible for their fragmented minds. What little remained of their souls aided in their jobs as Yuuji’s protectors, yet it also caused the entities to have leftover feelings towards certain people. All of them showed great disdain for Sukuna, but Infinite’s disdain was different. Of course, the others' dislike of him specifically was more due to a personal instinct than anything else. In contrast, Infinite looked at Sukuna with nothing but clarity in the many blue eyes within his tail.

Stay away.

You’re not wanted here.

Get out.

I’ll kill you if you get any closer.

Those were the messages Infinite was sending Sukuna with nothing but his piercing gaze. The blindfold attached to the creature’s face did not hinder in his staring contest with Sukuna. His tail had more than enough eyes necessary to stare the curse down.

If the sorcerer Infinite originated from was completely aware in that draconic bird form, then Sukuna would not be still standing. Gojo Satoru was currently an eighteen-year-old boy who recently entered his third-year in Jujutsu High. Infinite was not Gojo Satoru, simply the minute remains of a long dead man. While Infinite was the strongest out of the six cursed souls, the creature was also the most intelligent. Sukuna could see the gears in Infinite’s head turning at all times, analyzing any potential threats to Yuuji and his fellow protectors. The bird’s ability to have somewhat coherent thoughts would likely be a pain for Ryomen to deal with in the future. Sukuna had long gotten accustomed to Infinite's infuriating habits.

No matter what form he took, Gojo Satoru would always be a thorn in Sukuna’s side.

With a deep sigh, Sukuna made his way out of the nursery. He did not have the energy to deal with Infinite’s aggression. Ryomen’s exhaustion was caused by the man barely eating, running several miles with no breaks, and the overall stress of today. Sukuna was different. His fatigue was perpetual, something Sukuna had gotten used to over the years. In his previous life, nothing was capable of tiring Sukuna out. He could keep going whilst all his enemies collapsed from exhaustion. No one was powerful enough to challenge Sukuna in a meaningful way. This did not mean that his current strength and cursed energy had been weakened in any way, but his exhaustion had caused Sukuna to ‘settle down’ so to speak. While Sukuna still enjoyed causing mayhem, he did not seek out as many opportunities to do so anymore. In his previous life, Sukuna had hated sitting still and being lazy. Now, Sukuna took naps and meditated often.

He did what he wanted, and Sukuna wanted to relax.

Ryomen would likely ignore him for the rest of the night. Additionally, the curse knew damn well that the stubborn man would refuse to sleep in his own room tonight. Sukuna mentally prepared himself for the crankiness to come since there was no way to get Ryomen to sleep on anything but the nursery floor.

The cool air of the night greeted the curse’s translucent skin. Sukuna could not properly feel the wind as a specter. It felt like a thin barrier was between him and the breeze in this form. He shook his head and continued walking until he saw a great pond in the center of the shrine’s gardens. The pond acted as a well of cursed energy for Sukuna. Whoever had created the shrine clearly dedicated every detail to the King of Death. Sukuna found himself liking this title so much more than his previous one. Crimson, wooden poles surrounded the shrine, a bovine skull on the top of each one. The poles also served as a visual marker for the area Sukuna had to stay within. Anywhere beyond the poles would cause Sukuna to discorporate and be sent back into Ryomen’s body.

Two large torch towers stood on each side of the back entrance of the shrine. The inferno on each tower was contained with a basin of human bones. When Sukuna had first discovered this shrine several years ago, Ryomen had lit the tower with his flames, and he had yet to relight it. It was one of the very very few times Ryomen had managed to impress Sukuna.

His supposed followers had sacrificed countless people in honor of their king. The remains of the sacrifices were buried underneath the ground, in the ashes and structure of the torches, carved into the wooden poles, and placed in the pond Sukuna was sitting in front of. Sukuna had a faint memory of the cults that were created to worship him, mostly done out of fear, which was a massive ego booster. However, Sukuna never paid them any mind, so the curse had been very surprised yet pleased to see a shrine dedicated to him that had remained intact in the modern era. At Ryomen’s many complaints, Sukuna let the human update the interior of the shrine with the technology of the time. It took a long time due to the unique layout of the temple. Stone had been used to build many support beams and even rooms. With Ryomen’s revamping the entire insides, Sukuna had full control over the decorations of the outside. Sukuna changed nothing, much to Ryomen’s displeasure. He only added one thing. Koi.

With the pond already built into the ground, Sukuna simply stole several koi from the many luxurious ponds of rich establishments and homes. Ryomen had yelled at him when he realized that Sukuna had been using his body to take priceless fish away from their owners in the dead of night. The man had said how important those fish must have been and other nonsense that Sukuna ignored. If those fish were so precious, then it shouldn’t have been so easy to pluck each one out of their pond! Sukuna tossed all the fish into the large pond with little care, promptly returning control to Ryomen. Despite wanting to argue with Sukuna about his terrible decisions, Ryomen had to care for the many stressed koi fish. He had always been fond of being a caretaker, so it was easy for him to fall in love with the colorful fish. Eventually, the koi would swarm to Ryomen each time he approached the pond, reminding the man of how his late son would beam at him and run into his arms. On the other hand, it had taken a few weeks for the fish to stop scattering in Sukuna's presence. During those weeks, the fish began to change in appearance. The immense cursed energy inside the pond began affecting the koi. Instead of their vibrant oranges and whites, the fish were either fully black, red, or a mixture of the two. Their fins got longer and more elegant at the price of having spikes emerge from their entire dorsal fin. Ryomen was upset at the change, but the koi’s bright personalities had, at least, remained. They still swarmed to the surface for food, but they now had sharp teeth in their mouths like piranhas. Sukuna preferred the change and began to sit at the pond every night, which he was currently doing.

Sukuna’s form became more solid at the proximity to the pond. It was wide and deep, allowing the fish ample space to swim in. At this hour of the night, the water looked pitch black, but Sukuna had no troubles seeing in the dark. His superior vision allowed the curse to see the depths of the pool. Skulls could be found everywhere beneath the waters. Some of the smaller koi used the skulls as a makeshift cave while the larger fish used the remains of rib cages as hiding places. Many plants in the pond grew out of or around the many bones at the pond’s bottom. It was a human graveyard with aquatic life.

The presence of death would never hinder the growth and birth of life.

How stubborn.

The koi were not very active at this hour, but some swam to the surface to greet the large being observing them. Four fish had come to see him. One was entirely black while the other two were red with varying black patterns. In contrast to the darker fish, there was a pink koi that swam eagerly to the hand Sukuna submerged.

“You’re new, aren’t you?” Sukuna smiled at the small koi. It was fitting that the pond would have a new arrival to match Yuuji’s own arrival. The curse knew the pond had become something akin to the supernatural from the cursed energy of the sacrifices, but he did not care as long as they stayed in the pond. The tiny koi matched the color of Sukuna’s hair. The familiar peach was present in Ryomen’s and Yuuji’s hair. Having pink hair was a shared trait the three had, and Sukuna took pride in their unique hair color. He knew that Ryomen secretly held the same pride. It immediately made the pink koi Sukuna’s favorite. Small pecks tickled Sukuna’s large palm as the smallest koi tried to investigate what the strange object was. It was endearing to see such a young creature be so eager to go near a curse like him. One reason that Sukuna frequented the pond so much was something he would not tell a soul even if he was tortured.

Interacting with the koi helped Sukuna learn how to be gentle.

There were a few accidents where Sukuna was too rough and injured or killed the fish. He used his reverse technique to heal them, which his old self would have guffawed at. Slowly, Sukuna learned how to control the strength of his grip. Now, the curse had no worries of hurting the young koi that was swimming through his fingers. While he did prefer to have claws instead of his blunt nails, it was necessary for the safety of the delicate fish. More importantly, his lack of claws was vital if he wanted to hold Yuuji without cutting the poor baby’s skin. Skin that was already marked up.

Because Sukuna knew he was alone in his shrine that was in the middle of nowhere, Sukuna let his body deflate. Ryomen and the others were too preoccupied with Yuuji, so no one would be coming to see Sukuna any time soon. With solitude came comfort for the curse. He had always preferred being alone than wasting his time with the weak. The koi were his only company, and they could not speak of the troubles plaguing the ancient being. Sukuna caressed the pink koi before retracting his hand. With practiced ease, the man folded his four arms and placed them in his lap. As if knowing that Sukuna would no longer pay attention to them, the small group of koi swam away into the depths of the pond. Without the fish’s movements, the dark water stilled. The combination of the calm waters and bright moon made the pond turn into a makeshift mirror. It was something Sukuna did not appreciate whatsoever.

Seeing his reflection within the dark waters made Sukuna’s features twist into a grimace. In a forgotten world, Sukuna used to have two eyes and one pair of arms. After his planned death, his cursed form reflected the monstrous crimes Sukuna had committed. This was not to say that Sukuna was self conscious or had low self-esteem. Sukuna did not care about his ugliness whatsoever. It was a fact that he was unpleasant to look at. His looks had no effect on his power, so he offered them no further thought. Additionally, he had never had an interest in courting someone and never will. Yorozu was the only person who had wanted him as a suitor, and he met all of her advances with boredom, disgust, and a fatal slash to her heart. His deformities irked him because of the memories that they brought forth.

He had had more than enough time to accept his deformed face and body. However, Sukuna was not delusional enough to say that his unique features were what made him attractive or that he had some ‘hidden beauty’ within. Absolutely not. His two left eyes were a demonic crimson while his two right eyes were a gaudy pink. A wooden slab of sorts had fused into the right side of his skin, causing his right eyes to be more vertical. It was the same wood that Sukuna had carved runes into that would ensure his new life after being burnt alive. Both the wood and his new pink eyes were a harsh reminder of his forgotten origins. While the wood represented his birth as a curse, the pink of his eyes were a symbol of the cause of his death. Itadori Yuuji.

Going against the rules of nature and time had its consequences. Besides the new color of his right eyes, Sukuna had several new tattoos adorning his skin. A thick, black band wrapped around each of his ankles. On the outside of his left leg, a blood red chain that emerged from the band on his ankle marked his skin. The same pattern appeared on the outside of his right leg, but the tattoo was black instead of red. Each of his hands had their own unique mark at the center of his palms. His bottom right hand had Mahoraga’s spinning wheel which had allowed Sukuna to reach new heights in power, his bottom left hand had the outline of the volcano that resided on the head of the cyclops disaster curse he’d fought, his upper right hand had an eye that represented the annoying Six-Eyes user, and his upper left hand had the horizontal stitching pattern that plagued each of Kenjaku’s stolen bodies. It was fitting. The markings on his bottom set of hands were a harsh reminder of the destruction Sukuna had wrought while the markings on his upper set represented the two people that had troubled Sukuna the most.

None of the new markings plagued Sukuna as much as the tattoo on his chest.

A red spider lily seemed to grow out of the center of his chest. The flower was there for all to see since Sukuna refused to cover his top half. It was a simple drawing, but its simplicity only bothered him more. Such a delicate design had no place on his monstrous body. The deep reds of the flower blended perfectly into the blacks of the tattoo’s outlines. Sukuna knew damn well what the stupid flower symbolized. Death and Rebirth. He had no desire to look further into the supposed meanings. From what he had gathered over the past few centuries, this flower was poisonous, often grew or planted in graveyards, and only bloomed for a short period of time during the Autumn Equinox. It was also ugly in Sukuna’s opinion. The crimson of its petals were its only redeeming quality. Everything else was horrendous. The petals themselves were so thin and spindly. It looked like a spider with too many legs had gotten tangled with the shredded remnants of a better flower. However, there was nothing Sukuna could do to remove any of his new markings. He had killed the world, and then started it anew. Sukuna more than deserved the reminders of his misdeeds bashing him on the head for the rest of time.

It was strange to think of his actions as misdeeds. Even now, the regret did not come to Sukuna naturally. He was not a creature made for sympathy or guilt. The only reason that Sukuna looked at some of his prior acts and winced was the effect they had had on Yuuji. At the time, he had laughed at the boy’s misery and went out of his way to torture him. He had taken great pleasure in breaking the child back then.

I’LL DO ANYTHING! DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME! THIS IS JUST LIKE WHEN YOU FIXED MY HEART! PLEASE HELP JUNPEI!

NO. HAH! YOU’RE MINE! YOUR FUTURE AND EVERYTHING YOU WILL EVER POSSESS! YOU DON’T HAVE A SAY IN THIS! YOU’RE HELPLESS! HOW SAD! YOU’RE SO PATHETIC, YOU STUPID BRAT!

Hey, brat. Take a good look.

…Die…Only me…Just me…DIE! DIE! RIGHT NOW! DIE! JUST ME! JUST ME!

Remember when I said…we’d see…something interesting…brat?

…Fushiguro?

SUKUNAAAAAAA!!!! YOU!! WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LIVE A NORMAL LIFE?! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SPREAD SO MUCH MISERY?!

Well, allow me to ask you this…Why are you so weak? You’re weak, yet you cling to life!

How can a creature that falls apart with one touch say that it always wants to be happy? The helpless have no choice but to swallow the suffering life gives them.

Then let’s see if you can swallow… my suffering.

I miss them, Sukuna! I can’t take it anymore! I want to be with them! Let me be with them! PLEASE !

He had never tortured someone as much as he had tortured Itadori Yuuji. Hell, Sukuna had gone out of his way to hurt Yuuji like it was his sole purpose in life. It was extraordinarily difficult to balance the feelings he has now towards his actions and his feelings he had in the moment of his murderous actions. Now, seeing Yuuji wail in pain from markings that weren’t supposed to be on the baby’s smooth skin, broke something in Sukuna.

Even after everything he had done to give Yuuji a better life, Sukuna had still failed.

Yuuji’s suffering had been too great. Restarting the world was not enough to erase all the trauma the boy was put through. His pain clung onto his infant self, who was supposed to be free of the pain of the past. Considering Yuuji had appeared far sooner than Sukuna expected and the message from an unknown number, the curse knew that there was trouble afoot. A third party had likely inserted themselves to ruin what Sukuna was trying to repair.

Sukuna couldn’t help but dig his nails into the stitching on his upper left hand.

Losing was equivalent to death. It was a belief that Sukuna still held, so this new failure affected the man greatly.

He had thought that all the ‘mushy feelings shit’ that he had felt when he had held a sobbing Yuuji was from the reappearance of Ryomen’s soul. In a way, it was from Ryomen. The long buried memories of a man losing his child and the overwhelming fondness for the teen were all Ryomen. In this new world, Sukuna was confident that he would not be subjected to the softness ever again. Once more, the world rightfully hated Sukuna. Emotions that Sukuna still could not place raged in a violent storm inside Sukuna’s mind at all times.

All the times where he had laughed while Yuuji sobbed uncontrollably from a vicious nightmare. All the times where he had relentlessly reminded Yuuji that the boy’s existence only caused pain. All the times where he had screamed within Yuuji’s head about his uselessness and weakness. All the times where he had denied Yuuji’s broken pleas to stop after barraging him with the reasons why the deaths of his loved ones was Yuuji’s fault.

The satisfaction he had when he saw the light in the boy’s eyes fade away.

The glee he had when he saw the smiles the boy was known for disappear.

The pride he had when he saw the unbreakable boy shatter further and further with each death of his loved ones.

He saw the memories of a younger Ryomen playing with a toddler Yuuji, causing the child to squeal with laughter. He saw the memories of the utter adoration Yuuji had shown towards his father and anyone around him. He saw the memories of the agonizing decline of Yuuji as an unknown sickness sapped his light until it was completely extinguished.

Because of Sukuna’s mistakes, Yuuji might have to go through that suffering all over again.

Small ripples agitated the calm surface of the water. The reflection of the massive curse was muddled as more droplets broke the crystalline waters of the pond. Its prior reflectiveness had vanished.

The mind of the being sitting before the pond had vanished as well.

A very, very long time ago

When Sukuna had requested for the rebirth of the world, he did not mean it literally. He imagined that the new timeline would begin the same year Yuuji swallowed his first finger.

It seemed like the world had other plans.

Sukuna had no recollection of when he had ‘appeared’. The best way for him to describe it is the moment he had properly gained consciousness. His first memories were laying on an empty beach with nothing but the clothes on his back. At first, Sukuna was confused as to why he was at an empty beach. After a few seconds, the knowledge of what Sukuna had done and the life he lived prior came rushing to him all at once. Once he remembered, the man had briefly panicked that his attempt at time travel had not worked. This was mainly due to the beach being identical to the one that Sukna had been at during his last moments with Yuuji.

At the thought of the pink-haired boy, Sukuna jumped to his feet, mind frantic, and looked around. Immediately, the curse knew that the world was indeed different. Yuuji was nowhere to be seen, and there were no buildings or roads in sight. The only thing that Sukuna could observe were trees as far as his four eyes could see. However, the grand forests were barren of life. There were no birds chirping in the air or the rustle of animals in the trees. This lack of life made Sukuna remember that he had eliminated all life on Earth. He was confused, though. The plant life had returned, so where was the wildlife?

His question was unfortunately answered in the worst way possible.

A strange creature began to crawl out of the ocean on tiny flippers. Sukuna stared at the fish-like animal with his mouth agape. The thing’s body was long and slender with a wide head that resembled an alligator’s. Thick scales covered the creature, who was slowly emerging from the sea with uncoordinated movements. It was unlike any animal Sukuna had seen before and he had been alive for thousands of years.

It looked like a rough draft of an animal that had escaped before it was finalized. Something one would see in prehistoric times.

…Prehistoric.

“Oh no. No. No. No. No. No. No. NO. NO !” Sukuna screamed at the clouds as the realization dawned on him. Surprisingly, the lizard-fish-thing did not react in the slightest to the loud roar Sukuna let out. When Sukuna went to kick the sand in pure frustration, he froze when he saw his foot go through the white particles. The sand showed no hints of being disturbed.

The world had restarted.

He was a ghost again.

The evolution of wildlife had begun.

Over the years, Sukuna would watch the rise and fall of so many species that he could not be bothered to remember. His previous experience being a cursed object for over a thousand years helped immensely in dealing with the excess of time Sukuna had. He had to spend millions of years waiting for the era of humans to come with nothing to do. Going into a dormant state for as long as he could was the only way Sukuna could deal with the waiting without going mad. Sleeping until he was awoken at some point had become his main activity. Time had become a mystery to Sukuna. He would sleep and wake up without knowing how much time had passed. Usually, he was able to keep track by seeing if there were any new creatures or evidence of further evolution.

At the start, Sukuna had used his excess time to explore the beginnings of the young planet. Traveling across the world had been easy due to his abilities remaining intact. His true form was Sukuna in his prime afterall. It was the strongest and the fastest. Sukuna could explore vast lands with his inhuman speed. There was no rush to explore every inch of the world, so Sukuna would only go on these excursions when he felt like it. Most of the land was the same as there were no distinguishing landmarks at the time. He had gotten bored of the plant life and unimpressive wildlife and decided to space out like he did when his soul was split into his twenty fingers without a vessel.

His first ‘nap’ had him awake in an entirely new era. Giant creatures roamed the land with their superior adaptability and strength. Sukuna’s boredom had disappeared as he saw the head of a dinosaur appear over the cliff he had chosen to rest on to eat the leaves off a tree next to him. It was the first time that Sukuna had been truly enamored by an animal. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and crawled to the edge of the cliff to see the dinosaur in its entirety. When he looked down, he saw that the head was attached to an impossibly long neck that belonged to an even bigger body. Other dinosaurs of the same species could be seen feasting on the vibrant leaves of the many trees. Because his presence did not affect his surroundings, he could get as close as he wanted to observe the new creatures. The only reason why Sukuna recognised the massive reptilians as dinosaurs was because Yuuji had been fascinated by all things jurassic as a child. As his vessel, Sukuna was able to see through his memories, something he never told the boy. He had done this as soon as he could to familiarize himself with his vessel while trying to find anything significant about the teen that could work out in Sukuna’s favor. At the time, he had found nothing useful and labeled the boy as a boring waste of space.

Being face to face with the grande creatures made Sukuna see all the reasons why Yuuji had been so intrigued by them. While there were curses he’d seen that could rival the dinosaurs in size, no curse could beat the grace and beauty of the animals. Curses were made from negativity, so their appearance would reflect that. Curses were ugly, vile creatures that were deformed and perverted. The animals before Sukuna were the complete opposite.

It was the first time Sukuna had been fond of a life other than his own.

The slow evolution of the world was making the man experience many firsts.

Sukuna enjoyed studying the fearsome creatures that dominated the land. His favorite specimens were those with intelligence and bloodlust. He would sit and watch packs of tiny dinosaurs overwhelm a much larger opponent, eating them while they were still alive. He found great humor in the small arms of the biggest carnivore of the era. The maddening boredom that had been plaguing him was momentarily cured as Sukuna took the time to learn about each new species. The old curse made up his own names for the many dinosaurs he saw. The faded memories of the book Yuuji loved only served to make Sukuna recognize the basic shape of certain creatures. In his head, Sukuna called every reptilian creature a dinosaur.

For once, Sukuna found himself appreciating nature. Waiting millions of years alone was a punishment, and it was affecting Sukuna more than he anticipated. He had always been indifferent to everyone and everything besides himself. Uraume was the closest Sukuna got to appreciating another’s existence. In the past, Ryomen only valued strength and nothing else. Without strength, one might as well cease to exist. His forced isolation made Sukuna rethink many of his prior beliefs. The only belief that remained unchanged was his belief that losing was equivalent to death. However, said belief only applied to Sukuna. He would never let himself forget his failures that led him to his current predicament.

One day, when Sukuna was watching his favorite specimen, he heard strange noises he had not heard before. The creature Sukuna was looking at was an old, battle-worn triceratops, but Sukuna had named the animals ‘Tri-horns’ in his head. The triceratops snapped its head at the same time Sukuna’s did. Sukuna’s eyes widened as he detected large amounts of cursed energy coming from the bushes. Humans were not supposed to exist yet, right? The man cursed himself for never bothering to learn the history of…well… anything .

Sukuna summoned his trident in his lower right hand, a manic smile on his face at the chance to finally interact with something. There was a tense moment of silence before multiple blurs burst from the bushes and trees. The triceratops snorted and went back to eating its meal of leaves.

Meanwhile, Sukuna’s brain was malfunctioning. Six entities stood before him. They were making direct eye contact with him, meaning that they could see him unlike every other creature. He stood tall with his trident. “Who are you?”

No response came, disappointing filling the old curse. He had hoped that they were capable of speech. Millions of years without talking to anyone was taking its toll, even for an antisocial person like him. Sukuna swallowed his disappointment and began observing each entity. The more he looked, the more distressed he became. There were too many similarities.

A black stripe across a nose.

The muscular physique of a meat-headed gorilla.

Deadly nails and roses.

Spotted fabric and peculiar glasses.

Bright green eyes and shadows.

A blindfold and six blue eyes.

“Goddammit.” Sukuna dematerialized his trident to rub at his temples. He recognized each one because of the brat’s many memories of them.

At the center of the group, a white dragon with bird-like qualities was putting on the most smug expression Sukuna had ever seen. The draconic bird got up and personal to Sukuna, pecking at his head while letting out shrieks of laughter. For the time being, Sukuna allowed it as his mind was still recovering. His stress only grew worse when a familiar voice spoke into his head.

Y̶̮͌o̵̮̎u̴̯̅r̶͙͑ ̶͍̓g̸̠͒ṳ̴̐a̴̙͊r̶͔̅ď̸̘i̴͈̊a̷͙̐n̸̞̽s̵̟̍ ̸̱̍h̶̤͝a̵͖̔v̷̦̚ê̶͈ ̷̣̋ā̵̞r̶̺̓ŗ̸͋ḭ̷́v̷̡͛ȇ̶͍d̸̥̅!̵̧̈́ ̶͈͂I̴͎̾ ̶͔̕c̸̡̿ḁ̷̽n̸͚͑’̸͕̎t̴̊͜ ̵̭̄w̵͍̒a̷͜͝i̵̺̒ẗ̷̳́ ̶̹̍t̷̢̕o̴̫̅ ̷̦͌m̷̦̓a̴̲̎k̷͙͠e̴͙͋ ̸̣̌t̵͇̕h̵̦͌e̴̬͒s̷̛̩e̶̤̍ ̶͓̚n̵̜͐ę̵͘x̷̝͑ț̵͝ ̷̫̚c̶̞̓é̷̲n̶̕͜t̵͖̕u̸̜͗r̷̙̐í̸̩e̵̝͊s̷͇͐ ̶̫͒a̵͍̽b̴̘̐s̶̩̿ò̸͎l̵̩̐ų̵̊t̷̨͊e̶͈̍ ̴̛̳h̵͙͌ë̵̻l̷̬̾l̶̥͂ ̵̼͝f̴̪͂o̸͔͘r̴̗̒ ̵͚͆ỹ̸̼o̴̹̎u̷̗̅,̷̛̭ ̴̰̋S̶̪̕u̷̝͠k̶̥͌ų̷̂~̴̗͛

That stupid bird would keep his promise.

Sukuna would have to endure countless assaults from each entity. The battles often lasted for hours that left each muscle of his throbbing in pain. Sometimes they were individual battles, other times it was six against one. Or three against one. Or two against one. And so on. At first, Sukuna despised the constant battles, but he soon realized that being idle for millions of years had made Sukuna soft. After he realized this, he gladly participated in the battles. It felt incredible to fight again, feel his cursed energy flowing through his veins. As they fought more and more, Sukuna became familiar with each entity’s personality and abilities. Their names had been ingrained into Sukuna’s head the moment he had encountered the beings.

Boogie was a beast in every sense of the word. His thick fur coat could not hide his muscular body whatsoever. He was surprisingly perspective as well. Anytime Sukuna thought he had caught the dog off guard, the beast would bark before he could land a hit. His bark would cause him to switch places with someone with a certain amount of cursed energy. Due to the lack of curses and humans, the only sources of cursed energy were Sukuna or the other guardians. It was disoriented every time his technique took hold. However, each time Sukuna thought he had gotten used to it, Boogie would surprise him with another trick. His most impressive trick was his ability to remove one of the tusks on the second skull on his head. Once dropped, Boogie would imbue it with cursed energy and switch himself or someone of his choice with the tusk. Out of all the guardians, it was the easiest to get along with Boogie. Sukuna and Boogie lived to fight. The canine was always energetic and tended to annoy his other guardians, especially Chimera. Overall, Boogie was a simple yet intelligent creature who fueled Sukuna’s will to battle.

Resonance was unsettling to look at first. Her body moved like a marionette, but was capable of moving at incredible speeds if needed. The sharp ends of her limbs allowed Resonance to stay rooted to the ground, giving her great stability. She was quick to launch a nail at Sukuna or anything that annoyed her. She had awoken Sukuna many times with a barrage of nails aimed at his head. Her nails always hit with deadly accuracy. Sukuna’s reflexes were put to the test each time he engaged with her. Additionally, she could control the direction of a nail until it snatched a part of her opponent. Once gathering the material, she would make the nail return to her, creating a makeshift hammer with her roses and vines to hit the nail into a straw doll she kept hidden within her body. She was as tough as the metal she was made of, but Resonance wasn’t all sharpness and violence. The cursed soul frequented places with loads of flowers, sitting amongst them for hours in a content state.

Supernova rarely interacted with Sukuna outside of battle. He looked at the curse with burning hatred at all times. When attacking, Supernova put effort into making his attacks as painful as possible. His blood manipulation technique was more advanced and deadly than any other Kamo-clan sorcerer Sukuna had ever seen. He wasn’t afraid to get physical, Supernova could grow to the size of a horse and charge at Sukuna with bloodied claws. His spikes could be removed if Supernova had no other choice. During one particularly gruesom battle, Sukuna had lost himself in rage after Supernova managed to cut off two of his arms with his Piercing Bood attack. The cat snarled and spit at Sukuna. He separated his longest spike from his back and shot it directly into Sukuna’s heart. The spike was still attached by a thin strand of blood, but it didn't take away from the force of the attack. It surprised Sukuna to see the cat land such a hit. Of course, Sukuna healed himself, only to see Supernova walking away from the fight with a bored expression. In fact, the cat was practically in a perpetual state of apathy. The only time that Sukuna had ever managed to see emotion on Supernova's features was when he had spied on the cat and saw that the cat was whimpering over several stones. There were ten in total with the three in the middle marked with a bloody paw print. Supernova let out soft whines as he tried his best to nuzzle the rocks. The rock in the very center had a pinkish hue and was the one Supernova was nuzzling the most. No longer wanting to watch the painful sight, Sukuna left with a new perspective on the cat.

Overtime stayed far from Sukuna. Not out of fear, but out of disinterest. The mummy-like creature spent most of his time by Infinite’s side, though it looked like it was often against his will. When not being dragged to places by Infinite, Overtime enjoyed being on the beach Sukuna first woke up at. They had the entire world at their disposal, so Sukuna and the six guardians would travel to the most remote areas. Any place with a beach was favored by Overtime. Though, as long as it was peaceful, Overtime would enjoy it. If the others were intruding on Overtime’s resting spot, he would use his wrappings to constrict whoever had dared disturb him. The most common offender was Infinite. However, the draconic bird would be allowed to stay once he gave Overtime a fruit and didn’t squawk. A few times, Sukuna had caught the often rambunctious bird sleeping in the sand next to Overtime. If anyone could calm the storm that was Infinite, it was Overtime. This ability to calm spread to the other guardians. He was the one that separated squabbles or forced the others to settle down. In turn, the others seemed to respect Overtime the most. Sukuna had even respected the volcanic mummy after engaging him in battle. Despite never seeing him fight, Overtime attacked like a seasoned warrior. His wrapping would lengthen at his request and would be shot out at Sukuna. Despite looking like cloth, Overtime could make his wrapping become as sharp as a blade when in combat. He hit with ferocious strength, speed, and accuracy. When hit by his ratio technique, Sukuna could feel the weak spot being forced to form on his body. When wanting to deliver a stronger attack, Overtime would use his wrappings to form a blunt sword. Each swing carried great power that shook the ground below. Although, if Overtime thought the battle was dragging on for too long, he would stop and go to the nearest secluded area.

Chimera was the second most frequent attacker. It was obvious as to why, considering the person Chimera originated from. Sukuna had always seen the great potential in Fushiguro Megumi. As a cursed soul, the fragments of the ten-shadows user could still be seen within the dark creature. Without any morals to hold him back, Chimera attacked with total abandon. He would summon armies of frogs just to see how much he could overwhelm Sukuna. He would mix up his strategies each time they fought. Chimera enjoyed seeing Sukuna caught off guard and made it his job to startle the curse at any given moment. When Sukuna tried to rest, usually because there was nothing else to do, Chimera often manifested out of the shadows to summon a pool of darkness underneath the curse. The only touch of color Chimera had were his green eyelights. The light would shift into the form of the shikigami Chimera was summoning. Despite the disadvantage it gave Chimera, the shadow monster did not give Sukuna a chance to prepare for the oncoming shikigami. Chimera was perfectly capable of fighting without the help of his shikigami. The fact that Chimera did not need to keep his hands free to maintain his technique, Chimera had no problems barraging Sukuna with blows and strikes. Besides his shikigami, Chimera could summon a pair of tonfas, a sword, and a blade. Each was made of the goopy material that Chimera himself was made of, but it did not take away from the sharpness of the weapons. It was exhilarating to battle Chimera. Sukuna could fight the cursed soul for hours with no victor in sight. The way that their battles usually ended was when Overtime physically dragged Chimera from the area. The mummy would use the magma burning inside the left side of his body to force the shadow creature into giving up.

Infinite, as always, took great care in being as infuriating as possible. While fighting the others was exciting and invigorating, fighting Infinite was more akin to torture. Both Infinite and Sukuna were equal in physical strength and speed, but Infinite had a new advantage that the sorcerer he was based on never had. Gojo Satoru’s Infinite Void was a domain that overloaded the victim with so much information that they were struck frozen and vulnerable. Sukuna remembered the overwhelming sensation well during their fight. However, Infinite used this ability to overload an opponent with information much differently. If Sukuna made eye contact with Infinite, the creature was capable of plaguing the curse with violent hallucinations. If Sukuna made eye contact with the eyes on Infinite’s tail when it was fully spread, the hallucinations given were so vivid that Sukuna would think his real body had been attacked. Infinite could construct the hallucinations he caused to his liking. In other words, Infinite personally created the most horrific images to infect Sukuna’s mind. The hallucinations always contained Yuuji in some way since Infinite wanted to make Sukuna suffer. The need to make Sukuna hurt was an instinct engraved deeply in the feather dragon. It pushed the cursed soul to attack Sukuna the most. He did not give Sukuna hallucinations every time they fought, unknowingly preventing Sukuna from preparing his mind for the onslaught of horror. Most of Infinite’s attacks were petty in nature and meant to annoy Sukuna. Infinite would use his smoky tail to wip Sukuna across the face or use the eyes within to stalk the man. His beak would be used to deliver quick pecks to every inch of exposed skin. There were more than twenty times where Infinite dragged a rabid animal with his claws to throw it at Sukuna. Other times, Infinite would screech loudly when Sukuna tried to nap, not stopping until one of his fellow guardians forced him to. The only proof that Infinite had the capability to be anything but insane was when he interacted with the other guardians. He showed great affection towards Overtime, Chimera, and Resonance. The other two did not appreciate the dragon’s touchiness whatsoever, so Infinite begrudgingly let them be. Though, the bird would still try to mess with them from time to time. Infinite seemed to take pride in how irritating he was.

Eventually, the exhilarating battles and spars grew old. Sukuna had allowed himself to fight each cursed soul as long as he could. He knew he could end the battles in moments, but the curse had been desperate for something to do. Infinite was the only one whose battles Sukuna never tried to drag on. The thrill Sukuna had felt vanished. It seemed the group of cursed souls noticed as their attacks stopped. One day, it became too much for even Sukuna to bear. He turned to the six creatures and spoke with exhaustion clear in his tone.

“I cannot wait another million years like this. It’s mind numbingly boring, and I am sick of such monotony. I am going to rest for as long as I can. Do whatever you wish, I don’t care. Ideally, I do not want to wake up unless it’s finally the Heian Era. Do not bother me until then if you wish to keep your heads.”

Thankfully, the world would give the sleep Sukuna had wished for. The only memories he had of his self-induced hibernation was the smell of smoke in the air, then sudden feeling of everything being ice cold, and the occasional noises from the six creatures who would periodically check on the massive curse. Sukuna did not dream the entire time. It felt like he closed his eyes, got stuck in a void that had no light, noise, smell, or surface, then woke up to a screeching bird.

Sukuna had to listen to the loud squawks until his muddled mind regained its sharpness. Once awake enough, Infinite dragged Sukuna out of the cave he did not remember falling asleep in. Outside of the cave, the other guardians were waiting with excitement clear in their features. When he looked around the place the cave was situated in, he felt a wave of familiarity wash over him. The villages nearby were identical to the ones Sukuna remembered of the Heian Era. More importantly, the cursed energy he senses indicated the birth of sorcerers and curses. Instead of getting to familiarize himself with ancient Japan again, Infinite grabbed Sukuna and tossed him onto his back. Before Sukuna could react, the dragon leaped into the sky with great speed. Like the prior blindfolded maniac, Infinite was able to float. Infinite had grown to his full size, allowing his fellow guardians to fit on his body. Boogie and Supernova were clinging desperately to Infinite’s long neck while Resonance and Overtime were tightly gripping Infinite’s white mane like the reins of a horse. Chimera had simply hidden himself within Sukuna’s shadow. It had happened so fast that it took Sukuna a few minutes to realize what had happened. Eventually, Sukuna began to watch the clouds fly past them. The air was thin, but it was crisp and fresh. It ended much too quickly in Sukuna’s opinion, but Sukuna was immediately distracted by the familiar village they were heading towards.

It was Sukuna’s village when he was a human.

Infinite landed in an empty field to prevent anyone from seeing the cursed souls. Unlike regular curses, cursed souls could be seen by all. At the time, this was unknown to Sukuna as he only knew that animals could see the guardians.

Based on the insistent nudges Infinite was giving Sukuna, the curse knew that something crucial was about to happen. He adorned a stern expression and arrived at the village in the blink of an eye. It was obvious when he was due to the stench of death and sickness in the air. Sukuna walked through his village, looking for his human counterpart. The human that had become Sukuna was long gone in an erased world. The Ryomen of this world was about to reach his point of no return if Sukuna did not act quickly.

It was easy to find Ryomen. No one had ever looked like them with their pink hair, but Ryomen stuck out even more with the tattoos etched onto his skin. That was new, but Sukuna did not dwell on it as he reached the scene that broke Ryomen unfold. It was almost pathetic to see his former self kneeling in the dirt as he begged the village elders and healers to help his boy. The sight of a lifeless Yuuji made Sukuna feel sick. Seeing a child version of the boy he had hurt was horrible, but it was even worse considering the evidence that the child had been dead for at least several days. Ryomen continued his begging like a madman. His grief was so great that Ryomen had become delusional. Sukuna watched silently as the villagers surrounded the suffering young man.

“TAKE THAT INFECTED CORPSE OUT OF THE VILLAGE THIS INSTANT, RYOMEN!”

“THERE IS A PLAGUE. WE DON’T NEED YOUR ROTTEN CHILD MAKING IT WORSE!”

“WE SHOULD GET RID OF BOTH OF THEM. RYOMEN HAS ALWAYS BEEN A BAD OMEN WITH THOSE MARKINGS!”

“WE SHOULD GET THE JUJUTSU SORCERERS TO EXORCIZE HIM! HE’S CLEARLY NOT A HUMAN! WE WERE FOOLISH TO EVER BELIEVE HE WAS!”

“CURSE!”

“DEMON!”

“MONSTER!”

The crowd quickly turned into a riot of angry villagers too paranoid to see the clearly human man sobbing for help. The Ryomen from Sukuna’s old world was never treated this badly, nor was he so dangerously thin. Then again, this Ryomen had tattoos that old Ryomen never had. Such a supposedly insignificant addition must have caused the young man’s life to become worse than ever before. Sukuna could not interact with any of the humans, so he continued to wait patiently until Ryomen’s cursed energy reached its peak. It had been steadily increasing with each new insult from the villagers.

All it took was a small torch to make Ryomen snap.

A man had thrown a lit torch at Ryomen in an attempt to rid the village of the infectious corpse and the black sheep of the village. In an instant, the rags both Ryomen and Yuuji wore caught on fire. Cruel, sick smiles were present on the elders of the village as screams of agony erupted from the grieving father. With Ryomen set aflame, one of the healers grabbed Yuuji and ran to throw the child into the mass grave pit.

Before the healer could get very far, maniacal laughter made her stop in her tracks. Despite his flesh peeling off and blistering, Ryomen began walking to the healer. It was a gruesome sight. Some of the villagers were already throwing up at the sight and smell of Ryomen’s burning flesh. Sukuna was amazed by the man’s ability to remain standing.

Even though Ryomen could not speak anymore or really see, he smiled wide with bloody cracked lips. The aura of his cursed energy grew potent enough that all the villagers, no matter how old, were left trembling and unable to move. Ryomen raised his arms, seemingly ignoring the layers of skin being burnt off, and mimicked how one would draw a bow and arrow. Sukuna recognized the motion and grinned. The flesh on his hands and fingers were nothing but blood and muscle, but the squares on each fingertip had remained, even without the layer of skin. With gums bleeding and skin peeling, Ryomen spoke with a broken voice.

“F u g a.”

An arrow made out of fire formed between his burning hands, but Ryomen did not waver once. The villagers were still paralyzed in terror as the arrow grew bigger. A myriad of colors could be seen within the flames, it was a beautiful sight. That was until Ryomen released the arrow aimed directly at the healer who had stolen Yuuji.

In less than a second a once thriving village had been reduced to nothing but ash. The charred corpses of the villagers were unrecognizable and the smell was unbearable. Sukuna stood among the destruction, simply admiring Ryomen’s power. His pleased observations were overtaken when the wail of a tortured man filled the air.

This bastard better not be dead. Sukuna ran towards the noise and easily found the source of the cries. Blood pooled from every orifice and inch of Ryomen’s burnt skin. However, the wails were not caused by pain but grief as Ryomen knelt by the incinerated remains of his son. The fire had been so strong that the boy was nothing but bones and ash. Sukuna looked at the horrific sight with an intense sadness he had never felt before. Without a word, the massive curse knelt next to Ryomen and placed a hand on his back. Unlike every other living being he had encountered, Sukuna’s hand did not pass through upon contact. Ryomen jolted at the unexpected touch, his grief-filled screams stopping.

“Your son is going to be okay. I promise.” Sukuna spoke softly at the man, not reacting to the gore underneath his palm. The curse let his reverse cursed technique flow through Ryomen. His skin began to stitch back together, and his bleeding stopped entirely. Considering the extent of the damage to Ryomen, Sukuna took extra care when healing him. Most of his nerve endings had been fried, so Sukuna focused immensely on fixing them without error. After some time of meticulous healing, the only proof that Ryomen had been hurt was the ash on his face and body and the bloodstains.

Ryomen passed out immediately upon becoming fully healed, collapsing against Sukuna. Again, Sukuna’s body remained solid against his human counterpart. Sukuna reached out another hand to scoop up one of the charred bones that had once belonged to a lovable boy. Sukuna felt pain in his chest again, but he refused to break. With even greater care than before, the monstrous being poured as much of his reversed cursed technique into the tiny bone. Eventually, the cracks on the bone disappeared and it regained its ivory color.

Without looking up, Sukuna already knew that the guardians had arrived. They had perfect timing as always. When a beak gently nudged the hand that had Yuuji’s bone fragment, Sukuna raised his gaze.

For the first time, the blindfold that was supposed to be permanently attached to Infinite had disappeared. Six eyes, a pair of three on each side, looked at him imploringly. There was no cheekiness or teasing to be found in Infinite’s gaze. Sukuna nearly refused to give Infinite the last piece of Yuuji, but he then remembered the purpose of the guardians. It was in the name, they protected Yuuji in every sense of the word. He knew how much the people the cursed souls were based on loved Yuuji. They would never wish any harm on the boy. With a great sigh, Sukuna opened his palm to reveal the bone shard. Infinite cooed at the tiny piece and delicately picked up the fragment with his beak. When Infinite turned to walk towards his other guardians, he paused and looked back at Sukuna. There was gratefulness in those eyes and Infinite bowed his head in thanks.

Sukuna would never see the guardians again after that.

It did not matter as he had a new person to focus on. Ryomen would be Sukuna’s proper vessel, but the curse would make sure that the human would stay alive no matter what. He knew in his soul that Yuuji and his guardians would come back, so the boy would need Ryomen. Yuuji needed his father and Ryomen needed his son.

As Sukuna sat in the remains of the village, he made a binding vow with himself that he would never fail the two people who would become his most precious treasures.

Things would be different.

Things would be happier.

Present Time

“Sukuna.”

“Suuuukuuunaaaa!”

“Dumbass!”

“Fuckface!”

“Uh…Suku?”

In an instant, Sukuna grabbed at the hand poking him and twisted. Ryomen yelped in pain and wrenched his arm from Sukuna’s grip. “I told you to never use that infernal nickname.”

“Well, it woke you up, right?”

A grumble was the only response Sukuna gave. He opened his eyes that he hadn’t realized he closed and was surprised when he saw a sunny sky and fluffy clouds. Sukuna glanced at his left, where Ryomen had been poking him, and guffawed at the outfit the baby in his arms was wearing. Ryomen held Yuuji like the lion cub from the movie Ryomen forced him to watch a few months ago. He looked extremely proud of himself, and Yuuji squealed as his father raised him high in the air.

The baby was wearing a tiger onesie with detachable paws and ears on the hood of the outfit. Yuuji giggled like a hyena as Ryomen bounced him. “He’s finally in his true form.” Ryomen chuckled to himself as he looked at his adorable tiger cub. It was a slightly delirious laugh, and Sukuna saw the reason as to why. The usual bags under Ryomen’s eyes had darkened so much it looked like a bruise. Ryomen desperately needed to sleep, and Sukuna had just woken up from an accidental nap.

Sukuna sighed and raised his two upper arms towards Yuuji. “Give him to me, idiot. You are going to blackout any second now, and I do not wish for Yuuji to sustain an injury so soon after acquiring him.”

There were still many issues to talk about, especially the concerning message Ryomen received, but his sleep deprivation caught the best of him. When Ryomen was about to refuse, his vision started to blur, and he knew it was his body screaming at him to rest. “Fine. Wake me in ten minutes. I’ll make this a test for you.”

“Mhm.”

“I’m serious. Once I come back, there better not be a single hair misplaced on Yuuji’s head.”

“Alright.”

“If there is even a-”

“Ryomen. Go. To. Bed.”

“...Ten minutes.” The pink haired man gave one last glare to Sukuna before walking back towards the house. However, his walk was more of a stagger.

Sukuna rolled his eyes at the stubborn man’s antics. The tiny baby in his lap made any irritation the curse would have felt disappear. Yuuji held one of Sukuna’s fingers with a curious expression. He looked so impossibly small compared to Sukuna. Yuuji’s hands could not even wrap around Sukuna’s finger. Despite the size difference, Yuuji showed not a hint of fear towards the curse. His bright, wide eyes looked at Sukuna with so much happiness. No being had ever looked at Sukuna like that. A warmth blossomed in Sukuna’s chest at the smile Yuuji was giving him. This time, Sukuna relished in the warmth instead of suppressing it.

With great care, Sukuna picked up Yuuji and stood. The baby was small enough to fit in Sukuna’s palm, but there was still no fear from Yuuji. Sukuna breathed in the fresh air. For a moment, he was worried that his form would dissipate, but Yuuji’s presence only strengthened Sukuna’s ability to remain tangible. He couldn’t help but nuzzle his nose into Yuuji’s hair, dislodging the hoodie. Yuuji grabbed at Sukuna’s nose with his chubby hand, and the warmth within the curse grew like a welcoming hearth. The happiness Sukuna felt could not compare to his past life. Doing what he desired and killing who he wanted had never brought Sukuna such a feeling of warmness and joy.

Sukuna’s smile was the brightest it had ever been. He let out a content hum as he held Yuuji close to his chest. The baby responded to his hums with happy coos.

He was happy.

No matter what, Sukuna would make sure that the smile on Yuuji’s face never disappears again.

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lunagojo · 1 year

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Gojo Satoru Headcanons

(these are just my personal thoughts, don't mind me ;u;)

Is bisexual (definitely not straight imo, he defs had feelings for Suguru but he also loves women)

Sings loudly in the shower (even if its early in the morning) and always gets soap in his eyes, every. single. time, which leads to him screaming and waking everyone up

Truly loves Megumi like his own son, would do anything to keep him safe

I don't think he's a virgin tbh, like everyone seems to think. I think he's fucked around a lot especially after what happened with Suguru

He's afraid of commitment not because he's a fuckboy but because he's terrified of opening his heart to someone again and losing them (he doesn't think he could handle that again and he HATES feeling weak)

Goes shopping with Nobara all the time and lets her use his credit card

Is actually a gigantic sweetheart once you get to know him better

Yes he will torment you and tease you but it's his way of showing affection :p

Unironically says 'poggers' which pisses off Megumi and embarrasses Yuuji

Sometimes he finds himself wanting someone to see him as a human being and not just the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, he just yearns to be understood again like Suguru did

This is canon but is FIERCELY protective of his students, like will actually choke a bitch if someone even looks at them wrong

Has the prettiest hands, takes really good care of them

Has the strangest taste in music, will be listening to Kyary Pamyu Pamyu at one moment and the next will be listening to Linkin Park >.>

Fidgets when he's bored

Doesn't know how to operate a laundry machine

Can eat an exorbitant amount of sweets and never get sick, his metabolism is insane

Spam calls Nanami all the time and leaves him annoying ass voicemails whenever he doesn't pick up

Comes across as an idiot but is actually incredibly intelligent and good at reading people

Would love all of his simps

MOVING ON TO THE ROMANTIC SHTUFF

I think he would appreciate a partner that's on his same wavelength, like someone who is able to match his energy and silliness, but also to understand him deeply and be patient with him

If you can make him laugh that's bonus points, he finds funny people extremely attractive

I don't think he has a particular preference in terms of appearance, despite everyone thinking he's shallow he actually values personality a helluva lot more than looks

If it's a debate of ass, tits, or thighs, he'd probably say all three

But he does have a weakness for tatas lol

If you put on his blindfold and imitate him jokingly he will propose on the spot

Is an absolute cuddle bug, if he's around you he cannot keep his hands off of you

He is EXTREMELY touch starved, once you touch him gently he will melt

Tried to cook for you once and almost burned the house down, I don't think he can cook very well XD

He will take you out on fancy dates and getaways, but the times he values most is when he just gets to relax at home with you and rest his head on your chest <3

Needs a lot of reassurance that you're not going to leave him early on

WANTS YOU TO SQUISH HIS FACE AND KISS HIM A LOT <3

Since he's so busy he's gone a lot, but he makes sure to Facetime you every day so he can see your face and hear your voice ;n;

The first time he told you he loved you was when he finally explained what happened in his past with Getou

You'd never seen him look so scared or upset but when you embraced him and told him you felt the same he sank into your arms

He doesn't fall in love easily but when he does you're never getting rid of him ;u;

#can you guys tell I love this man so much #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #satoru gojo headcanons

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3spurrrr · 1 year

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How bitches eat.

All of them are hungry for snacks and food 24/7 unless I state otherwise!

- Inumaki, gojo and yuuji are messy eaters it's like feeding a toddler. They also lowkey inhale the food. I headcanon them as real munchies. They'd make a "mmmmm 😊" noise everytime they take a bite lmfao and at the end of the meal rub their belly and say "that was delicious 🥰"

They are so cute, hihihihihi

If you are new to him, he'd try his best to make a somewhat good first impression, but once you get to know him. Good luck bitch. If you have that "sauce at the corner of the lips" ick. You ain't winnin son.

- Megumi, noritoshi, geto, todo and nanami are the cleanest fucking eaters and like to kinda savor the taste. Distinguished men. Geto especially enjoys normal food since he has to eat fucking curse bouncy balls all day :/

They do EAT because big boys need big meals, but they aren't as hungry for snacks and stuff (cuz they prefer balanced meals that ACTUALLY fill them up in a sensible way)

Tho I'd think that geto would always be down for a couple snacks here and there. Like he'd take a few chips or something.

*I feel like nanami generally doesn't have an appetite and just cooks because he can and he understands that he needs to eat something. My man is depressed :(

*Todo a foodie tho!!!

- choso is also somewhat of a clean eater but goddamn it does he eat fast. You blinked and the food was gone. If you point it out he will be HELLLAAA embarrassed and try to eat slower than you do, but because he is an impatient babygirl he'd quickly lecture you on why you shouldn't judge people's eating habits and eat his damn meal like he wants to. He'd wait for you every. Single. Time. Thoo

He'd try his best to not be annoying and that's it.

- nobara inhales the food and probably likes to eat with her hands (queen)

- miwa is sooooo slow and babbles around a lot when she eats cuz she feels uncomfortable eating in silence lmao even if it's just herself at the table.

- shoko is the most relatable. Her diet consists of cigs, alcohol, a couple instant bento meals that you get in Japan and the occasional real meal she made for herself cuz. LET HER COOK!

- yaga is a master chef. But he was helpless in the beginning.

- guitarist old grandpa dude. One word for him: SOUP.

- the rest is just normal tbh.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk men #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs

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poursomesunaonme · 3 years

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waking up with the jujutsu kaisen men

got butterflies writing this🥰🥰 needed some happy sfw fluff in my life haha⭐️❤️

ft gojo, nanami, father n son fushiguro, sukuna, geto, & itadori

satoru gojo

i just KNOW hes on some shit in the morning

what wakes you up? him jumping on the bed

you’re groaning and rolling over to escape him before he’s on you in a flurry, smothering you with kisses

however, given your rude awakening, you’re grumpy asf and pushing him off

he’ll put himself in time out by rolling to the opposite side of the bed, but he does have an ulterior motive

he knows you get cold af

so soon you’re grasping for him and he’s getting all mocking until you cave and snuggle up to him n wrap your arms around him

he secretly loves being little spoon ;)

yuuji itadori

👁👁he’s watching bbgurl sleep

what wakes you up? nothing! you wake up naturally bc baby boy doesn’t dare disturb you😤😤

you open ur eyes to see him just like 😫😭 lookin at u w the simp eyes that makes ur heart skip a beat

when he sees that youre up, he gives you the sweetest smile everrrr and pulls you into his chest n just holds you bc he loves the feeling of u in his arms (*crying*)

then he’ll want more so eventually all his limbs are wrapped around you in the biggest bear hug ugh

megumi fushiguro

you’re always up first so u watch pretty boy sleep

my personal belief is that ‘gumi is that bitch that can sleep thru an a-bomb

v similar to yuji butttt reversed!

when he finally wakes up he sees u watchin’ BUT he gets all flustered n his cheeks turn pink

you’re laughing at him now bc it’s just sooo cute and he gets annoyed so he starts tickling you

this mf!

and you’re aching from laughing so hard bc he has you trapped in his arms (like arms wrapped around your waist and tickling so that you can’t escape MMM)

and finally he relents and lets you turn your back to him so that y’all can do a little spooney action

and hes smilin into ur hair thinking about ur laughs from earlier :’)

ryomen sukuna

what wakes you up? this mf biting you or some shit

“get up bitch n make me some breakfast will ya”

🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

kento nanami

mornings are pretty flexible for our fav white collar worker

depending on how tired you are, you may or may not wake up with his alarm

if you do, he’ll wrap his arms around you for a few minutes, pressing soft kisses into your head while he slooowly wakes up (whether he likes it or not, you’ve rubbed off on him)

and when he’s finally ready to face the day, he’ll tuck you back in and tell you to go back to sleep

if you don’t wake up with his alarm, not to worry

he’ll be giving you gm kisses anyway and leaving a note on your nightstand for you to have a wonderful day and that he’ll be home for dinner

he’ll make u breakfast and leave it on the table😭😭

suguru geto

what wakes you up? him givin u kithes<3

your mind’s still foggy when he’s situating you on top of his chest

his heart’s thumpin in his chest and it’s like the most perfect lullaby for u

his hands are slippin under ur shirt so that he can scratch your back and ugh

it’s absolutely heavenly ugh

toji fushiguro

what wakes you up? your alarm

you turn over and

he’s gone😐

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nishiannoya · 3 years

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happy birthday @ohno-otome i am a little belated but i wrote u some p0rn 🤍🎂✨ thank you for being one of the first people to talk to me in this fandom and make me feel welcome :) i hope you get it with all of your anime blondies as well as worm-man from jjk (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

18+ Only - MINORS DNI

f!reader x terushima yuuji, fwb to lovers, p0rn with a very thin layer of plot, dubcon (alcohol - reader is shwasteddd), vague appearance by the tsukishima brothers, grinding, exhibitionism (groping, fingering, bathroom stall sex), hint of breeding, reader gets lifted (against the wall sex), mild stalker-y behavior (but like in a cute way), (3.5k wc), i've never written for terushima before and this is also going up unedited so here goes nothing

Don't ask Terushima Yuuji why he's here in the city at the hottest dance club at midnight. More importantly, why are you here with all of your girl friends and wearing that ridiculous bright pink sash that glitters "Birthday Bitch" in silver lettering? Not like you needed anything to draw any extra attention to yourself, that tight dress paired with those stupidly hot black boots seem to be doing enough work judging by the way the two tall blond men on either side of you seem to be competing for your attention.

It's not like he's discouraged in the slightest. If anything, he's got you right where he wants as he takes one more sly glance at you on the other side of the club, still distracted to notice him in the crowd. He slips his way over to the DJ booth, hands over a decent bill, and slinks back to find the perfect position to wait for his plan to fall into place.

Sure enough, your friends all turn to you and let out excited noises just a few minutes later when the familiar beat starts to play. You quickly down the rest of your drink and hop off the barstool without so much as an explanation to the two guys who were chatting you up, too excited to get in the most dance time to your favorite song. Yuuji smirks as you skip just a few seconds behind your friends, focused on weaving through the sea of people surrounding the dance floor.

You jolt when you feel a strong hand on your upper arm grab that pulls you to turn and look. You had a snarky comment prepared for the cocky son of a bitch who dared to get your attention this way, but your brows shoot up when you see the very familiar face of your friend with multiple benefits as of recent.

He expects you to be confused to see him, but he greatly underestimated just how many shots your friends made you take before even arriving at the club, yet alone all of the people spotting your sash and sending drinks your way. Your mouth hangs open just for a second before breaking out into a huge grin and shouting his name while lunging at him, arms wrapping around his neck to stop yourself from completely stumbling into him.

"Whoa there, birthday girl," he laughs as he stables you by the waist, noting how smooth the fabric feels beneath his hands and how easy it would be to bunch it up over your hips.

"Yuuuujii! You're heeerrre! How are you here? How did you know that it's my birthday?" You slur excitedly. You lean back to look at his face and squint as though you don't quite believe it's actually him in front of you looking as attractive as ever in a simple black shirt that fits a little tight across his chest and shoulders, with tattoos peeking from the collar and sleeves that look so tempting even though you've seen them fully exposed enough times now.

He laughs at you again and pinches the sash across your body, "This might have something to do with it. You should have told me, I would have come out to buy you a drink. Although, you seem to be pretty well taken care of, sweetheart."

You open your eyes wide at him, blinking while your inebriated mind slowly processes his words. It's not like he seems upset, but there's a bit of taunt to his tone that makes you feel a little guilty. However, you're too buzzed to stew on it and your hazy mind chooses to focus on his handsome features instead. Your face contorts into another goofy smile and you giggle as you place your hands over his.

"I wanted to celebrate with my girls! You can buy me a drink later, but I have to dance to this song, like, now!"

You're too cute for him not to smile at your happy state and oblige your pull at his hand to follow you into the crowd of moving bodies - after all he was the one to request this song for the exact purpose of getting you to the dance floor. He can feel his shoes sticking to the floor with each step, though it doesn't seem to affect the sway of your hips that causes the hem of your dress to brush alluringly against your thighs. Once deep enough into the crowd, you spin around and catch him with your hands settling at the base of his neck.

God you look good, eyes staring into his with a certain confidence that only comes with clear liquor as you start to sway your body to the beat. Yuuji can't be too bitter that you didn't tell him about your celebration, not when you give him that sultry smile he's fallen victim to time and time again, and certainly not when you press your body tightly against him and bring your lips dangerously close to his neck.

"I can't believe you're here," you say, just barely above the music. His hands feel hot at your waist and your heartbeat picks up from the excitement of the rhythm as well as having someone so attractive and familiar in your space.

"Really? So why didn't you tell me?"

"Silly Yuuji," you giggle as the green laser patterns dance across his features. "I think I know you well enough."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Shhh," you coo drunkenly, not registering his mild irritation. You ignore his quirked brow, and mouth along with the lyrics of the song, swaying your head and losing your already floaty mind to the music.

He sighs, defeated by your drunken state, and decides to just have fun with you here while he has you in his hold. His hands drop a little lower and nestles his thigh between yours, tugging at your hips to roll against his. You grin at him excitedly, more than happy to have him give in to the moment.

And he moves so well, so sensual as one of his hands moves down to the bare skin of your thigh, caressing your smooth skin and encouraging you to hook it over his. Your dress rides up in this position and you can feel your panties sliding up and down the material of his pants. It seems to be getting hotter in the crowd as other couples, just as lost in each other, bump against your backs and force you closer and closer until you're staring at him nearly nose to nose.

The track fades into another, a little slower with a stirring bass line that fills your gut with more heat. Your head spins. It's still so surreal to you that he's here and in your arms with his breath dangerously close to your lips. You know you're drunk, so perhaps this is all just an illusion. However, he leans in and dips his head down to your neck, and that unmistakable sensation of his pierced tongue running up your skin ripples through your hazy state. Thankfully the music is more than loud enough to drown out the unrestrained whine that escapes your throat. Your fingers grip at the short hairs at the base of his neck as you mold yourself even tighter to his dancing form.

Well, dancing is a word for it. More like you're straight up dry humping his leg while he nips and sucks at your sensitive skin, careful not to leave any marks as much as he'd like to. It's not like any of the other surrounding couples are keeping it together much better. The music fills your barely tethered mind and the bass rattles your bones, fueling the urgent need to get more of what he's offering with his mouth. But before you can tilt your head to capture his lips, he moves his hands to spin you around and pull your back flush against him, one arm around your waist while his other hand snakes up to wrap his fingers gently around your throat. He's hard beneath his pants, grinding against the plush of your ass as he breathes heavy against your neck.

Your vision shakes as if the massive subwoofers are inside of you. The lights, the vibrations of the music, Yuuji's hands groping at your body through your dress - it's all so overwhelming. You're not even sure if you're dancing anymore, legs wobbling weakly as you lean back into him, allowing yourself to be moved at his will. He bends his knees lower, grabbing the inside of your thigh and dragging his hand up into your dress, fingertips teasing you ever so cruelly over your panties. Fuck, it doesn't even matter that you're in a crowd- you want him to take you right now.

"Yuuji, please. I need you. I need you so fucking bad," you moan as you turn your head on his shoulder and press your lips to his ear.

He tightens his hold on you, contemplating just doing it. However, he knows better, and lets go of you, opting to grab your hand and lead you off the dance floor instead.

"Come on, let's get you some water," he sighs once you escape the sea of sweaty bodies.

"No," you pout at him, tugging at his hand in another direction. "Need the bathroom."

"Fine, but then we're getting some water," he agrees and follows you, who obviously needs someone to keep an eye on.

He waits outside the women's bathroom after you go in, trying to figure out what his next move should be - maybe find your friends to take care of you and call it a night. As much as his body tells him differently, he'd rather not take advantage of you, especially since you chose not to tell him you'd even be going out. Though he doesn't have a chance to dwell on that. He feels a hand on his shoulder, pulling him through the doorway to the women's room, and it's like he's in a different world of fluorescent lights rather than the flashing lasers of the club. He turns his head to see you as he stumbles to keep up with you marching over to the end stall.

"You little- What do you think you're doing?" He lectures as you drag him behind the swinging door and slide the lock.

You don't reply, simply fisting his black shirt in your hands and pulling him against you instead. You crash your lips to his, urging him closer until your back is against the tile wall, cold against your hot skin. He moans into your mouth, wanting to resist your temptation, but fuck- you keep doing that thing where you chase the steel ball on his tongue with the tip of yours. It makes his head go hazy, as if he's getting drunk off the faint flavor of a kamikaze shot that lingers in your lips.

Soon enough, he's pressing himself against you, nudging his knee between your thighs, hands squeezing at your tits over your dress. He can feel you smile, knowing that you've won. It aggravates him, muttering "evil woman" under his breath, but doesn't stop him from moving his hands lower and lower until he's cupping your ass, pulling you further up his thigh. Your leg snakes up and around his hip, thoughtlessly seeking more friction under your dress that's hardly even covering your lace undies anymore. He takes the cue, grabbing underneath your thighs and giving you a boost up for you to wrap your legs around his waist.

You continue your frenzied make out session like this, letting him drive you into the wall to help support you as he shuffles his pants undone and works to get them down past his hips. You're faintly aware of the ongoings in the club just on the other side of the walls, but all you can focus on is the wetness that's surely soaked through the thin material of your panties. Once his pants and boxer briefs are down far enough on his legs, you stifle a moan when you feel his cockhead poke against your clothed entrance and get smeared with your excess slick.

"This is crazy," you huff with a cheeky smile, eager for him to just be inside of you already. He smirks back at you and you swear that you could melt right on the spot.

"I like crazy."

That's when you hear the door to the restroom fly open, flooding the space with heavy bass and chatter. Your eyes go wide when you hear the familiar voices of your friends calling out your name. Yuuji grins at you impishly just before pressing his lips to your neck again, challenging you to keep quiet.

"I don't think she's in here," one of the girls says.

"She's probably with one of those brothers who were hitting on her earlier," says another.

"Good for her. The quicker she gets over her fuck buddy, the better."

Yuuji stops his teasing and looks at you with a frown. You go to open your mouth, but he quickly covers it with his hand. You can hear the shuffle of their shoes and heels, and you fight a groan, wishing they'd hurry up and leave despite your appreciation for the concern. However, they seem to be using this time to fix themselves in the mirror.

"The hairdresser? I thought she really liked him. He's hot."

Yuuji's expression lightens a bit at the compliment and tilts his head to the side in mock arrogance. You'd roll your eyes, but you're too nervous to hear where this conversation is headed.

"Yeah, too hot though. Apparently he's got a lot of women chasing after him. I don't blame her for not wanting to compete."

"Puh-lease. He'd be stupid not to try and pin down our girl."

"Well, duh. But it's probably exhausting having to guess where you stand while trying to keep things cool. Better to just establish that you're in control of yourself before you get hurt."

"I get that. I guess we can check out the bar again - ask the bartender if he's seen her."

You hear the girls snap and zip their bags shut and head out of the bathroom. Yuuji pulls his hand from your mouth. Despite your spinning head, you have the decency to feel embarrassed at the overheard conversation.

"Yuuji, I-"

"You think I'd two-time you?" He asks. Your heart strains when you see that he actually looks concerned.

"I don't think anything! I just- I know you have your pick. Figured it'd be easier for you if I wasn't trying to make whatever this is into something more, ya'know?" You reason, face feeling more warm than it should. Yes, you might be a little more attached to him than you try to let on, but this isn't how you ever planned on letting him know.

He huffs, brown eyes boring into yours just for a moment before crashing his lips to yours once again. He doesn't know what else to do- can't think of the words he could say right now to get through your inebriated state. So he hopes you feel something in his kiss, in the way his hands grip at the meat of your hips as if he's holding on for his life, and in the urgency of his cock thrusting against you desperate to get inside of your warmth.

And you certainly feel his want. It's a bit too much to handle with your head spinning with the vibrations of the wall on your back, the sugar and liquor swimming in your belly, and the fire in your core from how hot he feels against you. Still, you whine for him, helpless to your desire to have him even closer, to be completely his even if this is all entirely too frenzied.

"Yuuji, please. Wanna be yours. Make me yours," you beg.

You don't have to tell him. He wants it just as bad- wants you just as bad. He pushes your panties to the side and bites back a loud groan when your wet hot folds slide bare against him. All it takes is him lining up with your dripping hole for you to come sinking down on his cock, making your jaw go lax at the stretch.

He prays nobody walks in again, because he can't hold back once he's inside you to the hilt. God, you feel so fucking good. How could you not know that he's addicted to your pussy? That there's no other after knowing you? If only he could have you in his bed every night, and not some grimy nightclub bathroom. He'll make you all his, just like you asked for - a gift since he came unprepared.

He bucks up into you, leaning in to swipe his tongue over yours in a sloppy kiss that has you rolling your eyes back. He's so deep as gravity works to pull you down on his full length with every thrust. It nearly knocks the breath out of you with each stroke. He moans into your mouth and you swear you can see the stars and the planets as the sound echoes off the tiled walls.

"Gonna fuckin' fill you up. Gonna show you," he grunts, fingers digging into your ass. His blond hair sticks to his forehead from holding you up like this and fighting the sinfully tight grip of your cunt. He knows you're close and he can't hold on much longer either, too heated by your wanton cries and the trance-inducing bounce of your tits as the thin straps of your dress slide off your shoulders.

"Yuuji- I- Please-"

You couldn't even form a coherent sentence even if you were sober. Every drag of his dick sends you closer to the edge. All you can do is hopelessly wrap your arms tighter around his neck, pressing your forehead to his. You just hope he can understand the desperate look in your eyes and the strain in your voice.

"Yeah? You want that? I'll fuckin' take care of you. agggh!- Just take it. Be a good girl and take it, sweetheart. F-Fuck!"

He curses a few more times, hips slamming up into you as your legs shake from being held up like this for so long. Your thighs burn, but it's negligible to the high that rolls closer and closer until it spills over in waves of ecstasy rippling from your pulsing cunt. Both of you converge to try and swallow each other's moans, ending with him biting and sucking your lip as he lets out a throaty groan. His seed is hot against your walls and even as it drips out of you and onto the floor.

He doesn't even let you catch your breath before moving in to kiss you hard, too entranced by the glossy shine of your eyes to keep himself off you. He gently moves his hands to your waist as you unwrap your legs, though you wobble and stumble against him. He lets out a light laugh between heavy panting while struggling to hold you up, his own legs not much better than your own. You rest your head against his shoulder, taking in the mix of sweat and cologne with every shallow breath.

"Happy birthday to me," you mutter with a satisfied sigh.

"Yeah? You liked that, sweetheart? I think I can give you a lot more if you wanna get out of here," he says cheekily. "But first, water. I need it. You really need it."

You smile in your daze, still trying to find your legs as you fumble with the stall lock. You catch yourself on one of the sinks and immediately start giggling when you see your reflection in the mirror.

"Oh my god! Hahaaa! I look so fucked. Just wait for me out there. Gotta fix myself," you say sheepishly as you start to readjust your dress.

He agrees with a chuckle and gives you a quick peck on the temple before peeking out the door to make sure no one would suspect him coming out of the women's restroom. He sneaks out back into the noisy area and leans against the wall, trying to look innocent as he runs his hand through his damp hair.

"Yo, Terushima! You ever find that chick you were story-stalking on Instagram? I think I saw a party of girls over by the bar."

Yuuji looks up to see Bobata who had come with him and some of his other friends, but quickly turns his head when you come up from behind him and place your hand on his shoulder. His whole body goes cold in embarrassment at your telltale grin that says you heard what his old teammates had said.

"So, that's why you're here."

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#okay but me asking about petnames last week was me struggling to figure out what names he would use #and i was totes thinking 'sweetheart' but i wasnt entirely sure #and then you come in first saying you like 'sweetheart'#and i was like 'yes! got exactly what i was looking for here' sjdjdkskskshah

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polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup · 5 months

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i remember someone asking you for the second years favorite out of itafushikugi but who do you think the trio’s favorite senpais are?

& who do you think the adults (nanami gojo shoko yaga) favorite students are?

I'm assuming we're talking about the sea glass gardens universe for this and not canon.

Megumi: Yuuta. No competition. I'm pretty sure this is straight up canon with his comment that Yuuta was the only one of his senpais that he actually respected. He and Yuuta have a special relationship, even if Megumi isn't aware of his Boyhood.

Barring Yuuta, Maki would be his favorite. They have identical bitch instincts and are always on the same wavelength. They wander the world as these beautiful judgmental assholes and it's their ideal existences. Soul siblings.

I see Maki as sort of slowly growing into her place as Megumi's family. At the start, neither of them were exactly looking to forge blood family ties, what with their history, but I think they both understand what it's like to have the Zenin lurking on your periphery in a way no one else does. They look out for each other.

Nobara: Maki. I also can't debate canon on this one. Nobara simply adores Maki. And has a crush on her the size of Jupiter. She doesn't know Yuuta and has sworn revenge on him for winning the last Goodwill event, so Yuuta's out of the running, and Panda and Inumaki are her constant torments.

Still, were it not for her appreciation for Maki as her senpai (re: rampant Homosexual Desire), I think Panda would be her favorite. They have identical asshole instincts, not that Nobara would ever admit it. Remember them teaming up during the Goodwill event? Nobara secretly has a soft spot for Panda, except for all the moments where she wants to beat him with a hammer.

Yuuji: I think it's actually Inumaki. Maki and him get on great because they both can compete athletically, but Maki's disposition is more suited to Megumi. She's harder for him to connect with for him on a personality level. Inumaki's also very athletically inclined, and I see them becoming jogging buddies now that Yuuta's in Africa.

I see Inumaki looking out for him a little when he first arrived, the way he did for Yuuta. Yuuji's not the sort to be phased by the difficulty communicating, and I think he respects the hell out of Inumaki as a jujutsu sorcerer.

If we count the Kyoto students in this, his favorite is Todo, but that may or may not be Stockholm Syndrome. He. He got swept up in it. It happened so fast. He doesn't know how this happened or if he's allowed to leave. It kind of scares him.

Yuuta is not even in the running for Yuuji's favorite. The thought of Yuuta torments him. He's just all sparkling and perfect in Africa, what with his curse-free existence and unstoppable power and having Megumi as his boy and what not. Just. Fuck off.

Adults

Nanami: He has no favorites. He cannot play favorites. He has raised one of these children, as adopted another, and has played a very large role in teaching a third. It would be wrong to select favorites out of them.

But also it's Yuuji.

It's not that he actually likes Yuuji better than Megumi or Yuuta or any of the others; it's more that Yuuji's his student. Megumi's practically a son to him, but Gojo was the one who took the lead on raising him and training him. And while he will always do his best to support Yuuta, by the time he met Yuuta, Gojo had already become the sort of adult pillar of support in his life.

Yuuji's the one he took the lead on training. He was there when Yuuji first had someone die, first had to kill. And Yuuji reminds him so much of Haibara that it hurts sometimes. He has a soft spot for him.

Gojo: Gojo will play favorites. It's Megumi.

Sue him. His kid is his favorite. That's his little boy. He watched him grow up from the angriest first grader he ever met to the angriest high schooler he ever met. He's always gonna have a bit of a soft spot for his Megs.

If he couldn't pick Megumi, it would be Yuuta.

Again, sue him for playing favorites, but Yuuta's someone he's just endlessly proud of. He watched Yuuta go from being curled up on the floor of an execution chamber to being the most promising sorcerer of the modern age. Yuuta really gives him hope for the future and the next generation. He just adores the kid.

Shoko: If we're talking sea glass gardens, I think Megumi would win by default just because she has less face time with the kids and Megumi is the one she helped raise. She's his wine aunt. She's always gonna wanna pinch his cheeks and harass him about his hair. But if he's out of the running, it's Nobara. She reminds her of her at that age. Mostly in the fact that she's endlessly suffering from her two idiot best friends's mutual homosexuality. Shoko relates to Nobara on a spiritual level.

Yaga: Panda. That's his little boy. I'm pretty sure this is canon too--Maki explicitly states that the principal plays favorites with Panda in JJK0. He raised Panda and thinks of him as his own son. He adores the kid.

If Panda's out of the running, it's Megumi.

This is also because he remembers when Megumi was a little kid. He didn't help raise Megumi the way the rest of them did--he got cut out after the Zenin incident--but he remembers before, when he was trusted with Megumi. A part of him is always going to remember Megumi as the quiet little boy who used to hide under his desk to read.

I also just see him as keeping more distance from the kids. he's not as actively involved in their teaching. it's partially an act of self protection to have distance--a lot of kids don't make it to graduation. So his favorites are going to be the one he spent the most time with--namely panda and Megumi, just by pure default.

#sea glass gardens #megumi sort of swept the competition but in his defense it's hard to beat being their literal child #he's had more /time/ to endear himself to them #he was the village baby okay #megumi's trapped in a nightmare #you know when you're in high school and you don't want anyone to know your dad's the english teacher #yeah so it's that but /the entire faculty/#all of these people raised him #even with yaga it's a problem #yaga remembers him as the quiet little boy who used to hide under his desk #but /megumi/ remembers hiding under his fucking principal's desk as a little kid and falling asleep cuddling one of his stuffed animals #his fucking principal carried him to a couch and tucked him in for a nap in childhood #he's in agony. he's going to throw himself off the gym building. someone sedate him. he needs to scream into a pillow.#100% of the tokyo jujutsu high faculty has had some kind of hand in raising him. they all have seen him in his pajamas. they have all seen #him when he was sick or upset or when he hit puberty and his voice started cracking #the annoying teacher that drives everyone nuts is the guy that raised him. his legal guardian. the one that makes his life a living hell #whenever anyone flirts with him. /their teacher/ gave him The Talk and there were absolutely terrible jujutsu metaphors involved #gojo devastated that his little boy is grown up: *reading religiously off cue cards* make sure you and/or your partner /cast/ a /veil/ to #help protect from any /curses/ escaping #Megumi in hell: you can just say condoms #Gojo who will cry: i absolutely cannot #he's doing his level best to keep yuuji and nobara in the dark but /all/ of his senpais know that he's gojo satoru's little boy. it's like #having the fucking sword of damocles hanging over him. he knows one day they'll tell the others and he'll be in agony #just put him down like a sick dog at this point he cannot stand this

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Do you have Sukufushi headcannons?!

Oooooh! Sorry I didn't answer this right away I've been very busy with uni and real life (super rude). Anyway Sukufushi headcanons? You mean beside the gold we get in canon? Haha well okay.

First and foremost I am a SLUT for simp Sukuna. Like the most evil son of a bitch in existence, the literal manifestation of evil, who cares for no one or nothing, but is soft for 1 dark haired, green eyed boy. Mmm yes, that is that gud shit. (I guess it's just the immortal/human trope we see in media all the time too? Tis good yes).

I love to think that Sukuna generally loves Megumi, unabashedly. Furthermore, any who would think it as a weakness are just stupid to Sukuna because 'you aren't strong enough to protect the ones you love? Pathetic'. Get gud scrub <<< ghostwrote by Sukuna.

I love oblivious Megumi not realising how much Sukuna pines for him at first. That is honestly such a good trope. Also maybe some kind of insecurity that he doesn't feel he is deserving of love, from anyone, let alone the King of Curses. I love exploring that aspect of Megumi's character. And seeing him getting the love he deserves from someone completely unafraid to give it to him.

Pet names, pet names! Sukuna calling Megumi everything under the sun from blessing, treasure, sweetheart, baby, beloved, love, dove, bunny, EVERYTHING I MEAN IT!

Megumi acting shy and embarrassed by the pet names, and by how much Sukuna dotes on him, but he secretly loves it.

DOTING SUKUNA IS THE BEST SUKUNA.

I also ADORE protective Sukuna. Like just our King out here DESTROYING peeps for messing with Megumi? *Chefs kiss* you love to see it. (Also this is just canon at this point!!!)

Also protective Megumi is super good and underrated! I feel they'd be equally a little unhinged and co-dependent when it comes to each other. Like Megumi might be human but he's not gonna let anyone lay a hand on Sukuna either. Wanting to save not just Yuuji's life but Sukuna's as well? Defying the rules of their jujutsu society for a forbidden love? yes Yes YES!

Anyway that's all I could think of. I did do a lot of world-building for a huge epic Sukufushi fantasy that I don't know if I'll ever write, but I do have lots of headcanons from that if anyone is interested in more. Thank you so much for the ask! I love I got a Sukufushi ask they are really so cute and I love them <3

#ask #anon #sukufushi #soft sukufushi is good #it makes me so soft #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #megumi fushiguro #jjk

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petri808 · 3 years

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what are some headcanons you have of your favorites ships

Thank you for the ask! 😳💜 hmm, I don’t have too many atm. Also please don’t mind me I ramble out my ideas so I’ll put it below a read more 😅

Nalu: (Fairytail)

- (future wip) Lucy is a cyber hacker who steals money, till the day she hacks the wrong person (Natsu). But instead of getting mad, he’s intrigued and this starts a cat and mouse game between them. Over time they both get sloppy and a mistake by Lucy gets her noticed by the FBI cybercrimes unit. Now Natsu has to figure out how to get her out of this mess.

Bakudeku: (BNHA)

- (future wip) college student Izuku gets into a masters program in Japan. One day he decides he wants to get a tattoo and goes to a shop, but trips on the sidewalk, knocking a guy (Katsuki) down. Katsuki is the son of the local Yakuza family and that’s his tattoo shop. Course he’s mad, but when he sees a bullet hole in the door, realizes at the same moment he’d been knocked over an assassin had taken a shot at him. Izuku had accidentally saved his life. They start talking, etc, then other incidences happen causing Katsuki to think Izuku’s a living lucky charm (omamori)— problem is Izuku is already married. Not that it’ll stop a Yakuza from getting what he wants. Shouto will die in this.

- Pro hero o!Izuku (still has OFA) is pregnant and out on maternity leave because his husband a!Katsuki insisted. But you know, cravings can be a bitch sometimes. One day he and Katsuki are talking a stroll (doctor told him to do light exercises) when they see a street vendor selling parfait crepes. Awesome! He’s been craving a lot of sweets. As they walk towards the vendor, out of nowhere a villain being chased by Pro’s comes barreling through and destroys the vendors cart. Next thing anyone realizes, there’s an unconscious villain and Izuku still covered in green lightning kneeling and (hormonal) sobbing with broken crepes in his hands. Course katsuki immediately takes Izuku to go get a crepe before he’s in the dog house that night lol.

- Reincarnation/vampire (click for more details) (Middle Ages) Katsuki Bakugou’s lover was killed while he was kidnapped and turned into a vampire. So as he passed through the ages there was always that emptiness still left behind. Centuries later, he’s a wealthy eccentric landowner. Keeps to himself mostly, uses human familiars to manage the day to day operations, etc. Then one day a new house slave (Izuku Midoriya) is brought in (now in early modern era time) who bears a striking resemblance to his old lover Hisato Sukidōshi.

Itafushi: (JJK) I mostly think of angst maybe some fluff

- Megumi is an attractive loner in high school, but Gojo Satoru (from the popular group) has a secret crush on him. Problem is, he doesn’t want to ruin his reputation since his friends all think Megumi is an angry, creepy guy, so he keeps it secret. But there’s another guy (Yuuji) in the school who doesn’t think Megumi is weird. Yuujis the quarterback of the football team, everyone likes him. He befriends Megumi— Fast Forward maybe 5-7 years. Gojo is at a fancy party for a music producer when on one of the screens he notices a familiar face. Megumi. He goes to one of Megumi’s concerts.. maybe hoping.. till guess who comes out from behind the curtain at the end but Yuuji who kisses Megumi on the lips. Turns out they’ve been together since high school because yuuji had recognized something special in Megumi all those years ago. *loosely based on the Avril Lavigne song, Sk8erboy.

- In the final battle, at the moment that Sukuna realizes he’s lost, but he’s also come to understand what Gojo was trying to do with destroying the jujutsu system, and because he’s developed an affinity (maybe a respect for) Megumi who’s losing it that Yuuji’s about to die (cause Sukunas in control), Sukuna gives up (in a way) pulling him and Yuuji into his last bastion, his innate realm. Basically it halts the normal exorcism process (though Gojo thinks it simply worked, but in fact Sukuna retreated to where Gojo could no longer sense them). They take Yuujis body to Shoko because it’s still breathing, just unconscious. Megumi is sitting at Yuuji’s hospital bedside trying to reach him. It’s a long shot, but before anyone can stop him, he envelopes Yuuji in his own domain, hoping that if Yuuji was in fact in a domain, by overlapping them, Megumi can cross into it. He was right, because Yuuji and Sukunas souls were in a way blended at this point. Yuuji’s like what are you doing here?! Megumi doesn’t say shit and just straight hugs onto him. To find you idiot. Tears, Yada, Yada, Yuuji snaps out of the coma.

#asks and answers #nalu #bakudeku #itafushi

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kim-chann · 3 years

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❝ Valentine’s Day! ❞ -- Coffee Truffle Cake

- - - | Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki

〄 Order Instructions ;; May I request how Yuuji, Megumi and Nobara would spend Valentine's Day please?

-- Anon

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༺ Chef Note: Valentine’s day is around the corner next month. I honestly forgot that holiday existed tbh lol.

〄 ⤷ Yūji Itadori | 虎杖悠仁 - - -

☉ Yuji didn’t really do much for Valentine’s Day before he became a Jujutsu Sorcerer since he didn’t have that many friends in his school (and wasn’t popular with the girls), and he was mostly worried about his grandpa

☉ But since things have changed, Yuji has changed as well

☉ As soon as it’s morning, expect Yuji to greet you with a wide smile and his hands behind his back saying, “Good morning! You look very beautiful as always, babe!”

☉ “What’s with the sudden gentlemen act?” You’d tease before Yuji scrunches his nose with a blush and nervously pulls out the red-heart shaped box in front of you, tied neatly with a bow. It looked homemade.

☉ “I made these chocolates myself, it seemed better if I do it myself rather than getting some at the local store,” He pauses to bite his lip, “Umm.. are you gonna say something? You’re making me feel embarrassed...”

☉ As soon as you take the box of chocolates from him and thank him with a kiss or a hug, he just feels like he fell in love all over again

☉ Yuji really loves physical attention, so make sure to give him a hug, a kiss, hold his hand, et cetera

☉ Yuji feels like today is very important because he wants to express his love for you by doing whatever he can to make you happy

☉ Literally anything, he’ll make this day to worship you and he’d get on his knees and offer you money if he has to

☉ Yuji would plan Valentine’s day a week or two prior to make sure that everything is going to be perfect for the two of you

☉ He’d reserve restaurants, get his wallet stuffed, and makes sure to dress nicely than more casual than he usually wears

☉ Sometimes during his plans, he can get a bit irritated when things don’t go to his plan and he tends to over think it

☉ Make sure to reassure him because once he realises that you’re okay, he’s okay (Yuji quickly recovers from anything tbh lol)

☉ But once you call out his efforts, he’ll get embarrassed and say, “Um, what’re you talking about hahaha?” Yes, he laughed in question

☉ Spending Valentine’s Day with Yuji is honestly just him worshiping you to make sure that you’re spoiled and loved, it’s honestly super fun and sweet hehe

〄 ⤷ Megumi Fushiguro | 伏黒恵 - - -

☉ Valentine’s Day? What? Sign him up

☉ At first, Megumi didn’t care about Valentine’s Day at all, and preferred to spend it all in doors because once he goes out in walks, he always sees couples all over each other because of some day in the calendar told them to

☉ But since he now has a S/O, it was his time to get out in the streets, with not only himself, but with his S/O

�� At first, he’d feel a bit nervous because he doesn’t know what to do on Valentine’s day, and to his last resort, he asks Gojo for help (because he knows his classmates have no experience either)

☉ “I’m surprised you asked me for help,” Gojo enters the room and sat down at the couch across from Megumi, “What’s the matter, Megumi?”

☉ “I-I need help on Valentine’s day for (Y/n)...”

☉ “PFFT-- AHHAAHAHAHAH”

☉ “Shut up!”

☉ “Never in my life have I expected this day to come true,” Gojo wiped a non-existent tear, “Listen forth, and listen well, son--”

☉ “--I’m not your son.”

☉ “I’ll tell you all the things you need to do for your lover to be happy on Valentine’s Day...”

☉ Asking Gojo was the shittest decision he has ever made alive

☉ Don’t ask why, I’m sure you can think of anything

☉ Megumi takes things in his own hands by greeting you in the morning and inviting you to go get some breakfast at the local diner

☉ He gets nervous, but he dresses nicely, and in the restaurant, he talks more politely like you’re some sort of god or something

☉ Megumi doesn’t take you out to a lot of places where a lot of couples are, but he does invite you to the park where no body usually goes and shares ear buds with you, listening to your favorite artist, and hands intertwined

☉ “I love you.” He’d say out of nowhere, catching him off guard. He get’s embarrassed, how it suddenly just slipped out. But as soon as you reciprocate his words, he’ll smile and face away from you for you not to see his face burning up

☉ At the end of the day, Megumi makes a home-cooked meal for the two of you

☉ His food is delicious by the way! It’s surprising how his food tastes quite divine! (Yuji totally didn’t teach him how to cook or anything...)

☉ “Can you hold out your hand a bit?” He’d ask. Before you can question why, he’d interrupt with a plea

☉ As soon as you do it, you can feel a cold metal slip into your finger and you open your eyes to see a metal ring with beautiful engravings on it

☉ “This is my promise ring to you. I promise that I’ll keep you safe, and that you’ll always someone so important to me.” He’d kiss your knuckles, “I love you, (Y/n).”

〄 ⤷ Norbara Kugisaki | 釘崎野薔薇 - - -

☉ It’s her time to shine

☉ Nobara wakes you up with a kiss on your forehead and greets you, “Good morning sleepy head, planning on sleeping more?”

☉ “Nobara, it’s only 7 o’clock...”

☉ “I don’t see the problem here, now let’s go get ready to get some breakfast down in Tokyo!”

☉ Nobara loves to spoil you a lot. It’s her way of showing her love for you, and acts of service

☉ She’d take you to an expensive restaurant and even pay for the meal and take some selfie’s with you

☉ “You look beautiful today, (Y/n).” She’d randomly say, and hold your hand and leans her head against your head/shoulders.

☉ She doesn’t have anything prepared, and sees this day just to absolute spoil you.

☉ Oh? You want that? She’s got you. That one too? All covered.

☉ Since she doesn’t really have anything, she’ll sometimes sneak a purchase here and there to surprise you later on like some jewellery or chocolate

☉ Seeing you happy really makes Nobara happy

☉ “Move ya’ pricks! We got bad bitches coming through!”

☉ She’s not really patient and sometimes hates the crowds that she needs to pass and will embarrass the two of you

☉ Nobara has been saving up for this moment because having a day dedicated to you and you being there with her makes her really happy

☉ If you try to get her things too, she’ll really appreciate it, but today, it’s all about you

☉ It doesn’t matter if you initiate her efforts, as long as you’re satisfied and happy, that’s the cost of everything that was completely worth it.

☉ At night, she’ll do some skin care and think you’re adorable with the headband, the face mask, et cetera and end the day off with you two watching movies and eating some chocolate

☉ Spending Valentine’s day is a bit tiring, but in the end, it’s worth it hehe

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#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuji itadori #kugisaki nobara #megumi fushiguro #anon

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moodysnowflake · 4 years

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People blabbering of how an egoistical ice prince Megumi is...

Me like:

If you’re saying it, at least tell me you’ve read the manga, so we can have a proper conversation (a.k.a. I can yell at you full force).

‘Cause if you haven’t, I seriously don’t recommend continuing. There are not major plot nor characters' spoilers down below, just new people/techniques being named and some minor events, but I reckon you deserve a heads up, even if it's not a dangerous one...

Are we talking about Fushiguro Megumi?

Tall-ish, pale as paper, green eyes (because yes, his eyes should be GREEN instead of blue) black hair that fucks with gravity more than a black hole, eyelashes for freaking days?

Second grade sorcerer, cursed technique Ten Shadow, domain expansion Chimera Shadow Garden? Member of the messed up Zen’in clan, son of Fushiguro Toji, the sorcerers’ slayer?

This guy:

- has dealt with so much shit as a kid (+Tsukimi still unresolved situation) that anyone else would be a mass murderer;

- asked Gojou to spare Yuji’s life, even if he had been knowing him for barely half a day;

- tries to be a sensible human being with Nobara grieving over Yuuji’s “death”;

- patiently deals with Yuji, Satoru and Nobara’s sheaningans on a regular basis;

- respects and repeatedly encourages Yuji;

- constantly supports all of his teammates; it’s not limited to Yuji and Nobara. Doesn’t matter who you are; part of the team = part of the pack;

- is so selfless he doesn’t value his own life if his death can lead to others being saved, sacrificing himself without hesitation;

- recognises his own limits (physical and technical) when he reaches them and has the humility to ask for goddamned help and guidance;

- hid Gojou’s stained shirt; which cold-hearted bastard would EVER agree to do something like this?

- gossiped with Nobara over Yuji’s love life;

- doesn’t want to emotionally hurt Yuji more than he already is;

- considers his shikigami teammates as well. Great Karma, I hope best boi Nue doesn’t get destroyed; I almost cried when Megumi patted and reassured them;

- still hasn’t brag ONCE at the present moment, so after 127 chapters.

- (bonus) lets the guys PET his shikigamis...and uses bunnies as an escape resource (Yuji can’t help himself and steal one while running away. Nobody can blame him).

Specifically talking about the Shikigami.

Megumi goes around exorcizing them and can use up to 10, summoning them from the shadows.

He knows how curses work, so he knows they’re conglomerate of human negative emotions. That groups every kind, not only anger, rage, lust, violence, resent and hatred, but also despair, grief, loneliness, pain, suffering and longing. He knows each one of them. Very fucking well.

This is why he cares about his shikigami, because he understands that not all the negativity comes from a wrong place, that darker shades are part of what people are forced to go through while living, so he respects those feelings, and by proxy respects the curses they manifests into. A very irrational part of him might also consider his shikigamis as small parts or the original human being they originated from, so maybe he thinks that by having them by his side and calling them into action, he can somehow still keep the people alive, in some way. A person not totally forgotten. A fragment of a memory not completely lost to the darkness. Something not entirely dissipated into nothing.

Because being a sorcerer is not only despelling curses, is also keep going forward with that knowledge, being aware that you’ve been entrusted with something depper, stronger, more meaningful.

Sure, sometimes he loses his cookies...

but there’s a difference between annoyance and full-on rage or be a cold-hearted bitch.

Compared to the rest of the crew, this man is a fucking saint. This boy has a freaking golden heart and must be aggressively cared for.

He is, indeed, the blessing his names defines him as.

God forbids, the day he’ll go batshtick crazy for real the World is gonna end.

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oreosmama · 4 years

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The Bigger the Hoop (Terushima x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Terushima’s got your heart held in his hands. And your earrings stuck in his ears.

A/N: It was soft and cracky at first, but then it grew serious, so idk. I kinda like it, and I hope y’all do too! Btw, thank you so much for the support recently, it makes me happier every single day!

Word count: 1812

“Yuuji, I’m back!” You shut the door to your house and kick off your shoes, ready to relax the night away with a fun movie and a hot boyfriend by your side. His response to you is unsettling, however.

“You’re not supposed to be home yet!” What? Your brows furrow at the words and you set down the DVD you had bought for the night.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He doesn’t answer. The rest of the house is dim and the only visible light is coming from under your door, so you follow it. Ever so curious, you sneak your way up the stairs, cringing at every creak that occurs.

“Get out of me!” You can hear Terushima’s panicked whispers from inside your room. “Get out, get out, get out!” Oh god, was he cheating on you or something? In your own house? What a jerk!

“Terushima?! What are you doing?” You feel betrayed, but you needed proof before you could smack the shit out of him. He used to always flirt with other girls before he chose you. I should have known.

“I’m busy! Don’t come in!” Anger flooded through you. Now he didn’t even want you in your own room. You’re crossing the line, mister.

“What are you doing, Terushima?” Your shout echoes throughout the house and you slam open your bedroom door. And there, not here, there, he sits. Your blond, erratic boyfriend is slumped in the center of your bed, looking winded and terrified all at the same time. That wasn’t what caught your attention. It was his ears.

“Umm… nothing?” He nervously smiles at you before looking away, lowering his hands from the hoop earrings currently stuck in his pierced lobes.

“Pshh, damn baby you look good!” You burst out in laughter, watching the blush on your boyfriend’s face grow.

“Shut up!” He’s embarrassed, and that’s a new look for the playboy. Instinctively his hands slink back up to the hoops caught in his ears, hiding them from sight. Your giggles grow into breathless squeaks at this point, no different from the mating call of a desperate hyena.

“Ohhh my God, you are the cutest hoe on this side of the block! How much?” You collapse onto the bed next to him and he doesn’t hesitate to vengefully poke you in the side. You yelp at the tickle it causes.

“Sixty-nine bucks. Plus tips,” he miserably quips, standing up to look in the mirror on your wall. “Now help me get these stupid things out of me.”

“Hey wait a minute, hold on now. If it’s Barbie dress-up time, we gotta get the whole garb together-”

“Hush it.” He glares at you playfully before pulling at the silver circles with twitching fingers. You chuckle and hop off your mattress, coming to his rescue.

“I’m just saying I have some heels in my closet too if you wanna-”

“Shut up!” You snicker before swatting his hands away, inspecting the issue.

“Please tell me you at least cleaned them before you put them on.” Your squint at the swollen piercing before giving a swift tug.

“Of cou- OW SON OF A BITCH-rse I did, I’m not an idiot.” While stepping closer and redirecting his head closer to the light on your ceiling, you give him a doubting look. “I’m not always an idiot.” He corrects himself while rolling his eyes. Your triumphant chuckles are swapped out for a silent gasp when his hands land on your hips. Terushima raises his brows while his signature smirk grows. His thumbs lift your shirt little by little and caress the soft skin of your waist.

“You like that?” he whispers, leaning closer to your burning form. You nervously clear your throat and return to the task at hand.

“Of course I do. What I don’t like is the inevitable sacrifice my butter will have to make to unwedge my hoops from your ears.” His confidence never dies that easily, but his smug look drops and he pulls back slightly. It’s a small win for now. “What were you even doing anyway?”

“I was trying to….” His voice trails off into mumbles while he finds interest in your dirty carpet.

“What was that?”

“I wanted to…” he murmurs too quietly to hear once again.

“Excuse me?” You tug on the earring to grab his attention and he hisses at the sensation. His hands grip harder at your sides.

“I wanted to see what I would look like! You know… with them in.” His brown eyes strike through your own as he shyly awaits your response.

“And the verdict is…?”

His eyes glow proudly. “You have the sexiest boyfriend on the street.” The hotshot arrogantly simpers at you and you smile back before rubbing your nose against his.

“Yeah, I noticed.” You stick out your tongue at him before worming out of his grip and leaving your room. His heavy steps trail after you.

“Aww, no need to be jealous, baby.” Terushima’s reassurances are less than helpful, “I only got my eyes on you.”

“Good.” The sincerity in your usually-playful tone halts him in his steps.

“YN, I’m serious. You know that, right?” He grabs your hand and draws your attention to him just as you open the fridge door. A blast of chilled air ruffles the single blond tuft hanging down on his forehead and it almost makes you forget what you were doing.

“You want Tillamook or Country Crock?” You turn back to the refrigerator dismissively.

“YN-”

“This one’s fat free-”

“YN!” Two hands urge you to face him, both rough but tender against your cheeks. His eyes capture yours and he bites his lip apprehensively.

“Do you think we should melt them-” He pulls you into a bear hug and squeezes the sarcasm right out of you. Man, I was saving that up, too.

“Hug me back, coward.” There’s no room for argument, not that you wanted to resist anyway. You squeeze him back even tighter and fend off the burn in your eyes by pressing your face into his neck. Who knew you needed a hug so bad?

“YN, what’s wrong?” His arms slither around your back and his fingers crawl up into your scalp, scratching back and forth comfortingly.

“I’m scared.” Oh shit, tears.

“Why?”

“You hold my emotions in your hands.” Your fingers dig into his back harder.

“I won’t hurt you.”

“I know.” Your throat grows tighter. “But I’m still scared.”

“Why?” He repeats. His chin digs into your shoulder with every syllable, but you don’t mind.

“This is new for me. You’re new for me.” This was your first relationship ever, and it was with one of the most flirtatious, attractive, panty-dropping guys at Johzenji. He was dangerous.

“I won’t hurt you. You’re new for me too.” Your heart skips a beat before running a marathon, and you pull back for a split second. It was the same racing that occurred when you had heard him alone in your room. In that moment, you had been so afraid. Your heart had constricted the moment his voice worriedly spoke. Your chest had grown tight and you couldn’t breathe. It hurt to think he could hurt you, and that he held that power in that moment. But now, after his confession, you were both in the same boat, floating on trust alone. Your heartbeat quickens at his words this time not from fear, but from anticipation.

“My emotions for you,” his timid tone draws you back into reality. “They’re just like, really strong and that’s kinda new for me, and umm....” He’s grown shy and scared, mumbling like a nervous trainwreck. You understand the feeling and gently pat his back to regain his attention.

“I know. I feel the same.” You smile comfortingly at him, and the world that had been fading around you both returns in an instant. Your back is cold while your entire front is on fire. Why… “Oh shit, the fridge!” You whip around and slam the door, the mood temporarily dampened by your outburst. Terushima snickers at your panic until you return your gaze to him. His eyes darken and he bites his lip seductively.

“Do you want to-”

“I still have to get those earrings out of your ears.”

“Right, right. Priorities.” The swelling around the hoops is now an unsettling bright yellow.

“What the hell did you do, by the way?”

“I may or may not have not washed them-”

“You said you did!”

“I panicked!” You groan and shake your head at him. The butter in the fridge is just awaiting its fate, and as you bring it over to him, freshly melted, your boyfriend has the gall to speak up once more.

“So why were you so scared when you busted into your room? You looked about ready to bust a crime there, copper.” He raises a brow while nervously leaning away from the steaming bowl, only for you to tug him back forcefully.

“I was- STOP MOVING- I was scared you were cheating on me.” You shrug at your own blatant admission. Although the fear of him actually cheating on you one day is still present, the loving looks he keeps serving you even though you might just burn his ear off any second is making you soft.

“In your own house?!”

“That’s what I thought!” Terushima laughs and you catch a glimpse of his tongue piercing. Damn.

“OW!” Oops.

“Sorry.” You hastily pull back the scalding dish of melted butter and tug at the earring, whooping victoriously when it slides out. “Got it!”

“Holy shit, that hurt like a-”

“Next!” You push his head into the table and turn it to view the other ear. Totally ignored, he grumbles under his breath.

“Just be careful this time, damn.” You “mhm” distractedly and peek your tongue out of the corner of your mouth in concentration. “By the way, you know I would never hurt you that way, right-”

“I know, I know. But it’s just hard to believe that when you’re, you know, you.”

He scoffs. “And who exactly is ‘me’?”

“A player,” you respond simply before completing the same task but with faster, more experienced hands this round. Terushima’s silent in thought, and only whimpers once when it happens.

“I’m not like that anymore. Not with you. You know that, right?”

“Uh huh, sure.” You inspect his earlobes before grabbing a couple ice cubes and pressing them to the swelled piercings.

“What do you mean ‘sure’?!”

“Hey, I’m just saying, the bigger the hoop, you know?” You mockingly dangle the silver earrings in front of his face with a playful sneer.

“Oh come on!”