I like to imagine that Toge is the prettiest, most perfect boy ever. He looks so much like some irl CGI model that it turns heads everywhere. He's a sorcerer risking his life every single day by choice, cuz he could easily just move to Korea and turn into an idol.
Toge is petite, short and skinny, even if you're physically weak it is still easy to pick him up, that's how light he is. The tends to focus mostly on strength training and flexibility, his muscles are lean but definitely not big, giving his body that athletic but delicate look. His entire bone structure is small— his head, hands, feet— easily fitting into your clothes, if you're on the smaller side too then you two basically share everything atp. Depending on how tall you are, maybe you can even wrap your hands completely around his waist. His hair is super soft and healthy, perfect for running your fingers through his locks when he sleeps on your lap, almost purring. He smells good like a baby and his pale skin is smooth like one too, not a single "blemish" in sight, he looks like he's made of porcelain. He could easily pass as a doll. His face is really small with larger features, his bored eyes are big, he has double eyelids, long lashes, soft heart-shaped lips, and the littlest most tiniest button nose ever. Toge ages slowly, his babyface prevailing even after years of stress. I feel like the only reason girls aren't all over him is because of his weird vocabulary. What's worse is that Toge knows he's cute. He purposely acts more innocent and sweet around you, it makes others scoff "damn pick-me..." Yet you can't deny that he does look adorable when you two interlock hands, feeling how his delicate ones are significantly smaller and slender; or when he tugs on your clothes when you try to depart, mumbling a whiny "tuna..."; or when he drapes over you like it's nothing, acting like an unbothered cat. It makes me want to grab and squeeze him and never let go.
I just want to keep him on my top shelf, I wouldn't let a single particle of dust fall on him
"it would be so good if it was good" will haunt you but "it's extremely good, except for the one or two parts which are so bad it's genuinely kind of insulting" will straight up drive you insane
one has you making posts like "okay but if the author UNDERSTOOD the POLITICAL IMPLICATIONS of the story they were telling, and leaned into it, it would actually be a really interesting exploration of..."
the other has you pacing your bedroom at one in the morning going "why. why would you ever in a million years do it like that. genuinely what possible thought process was involved. was the writer possessed by a fucking ghost or something."
Was Gojo the character that got you into Jujutsu Kaisen?
Yes!
No, it was another character.
Voting ended onMay 8
And if it was another character, who was it?
For me, it was Yuji. I didn't get into JJK because Yuji was the character that I not only seen first, but his design did catch my attention. I actually didn't realize how popular Gojo was until later when I decided to check out fanworks and whatbot and then I started seeing posts and stuff.
Inumaki lives by the idea that his dorm is also yours. You know his key code to get in, he has a drawer dedicated to your stuff, your second toothbrush sits against his, and he always stocks up on your favourite snacks and drinks.
When he returns to Jujutsu high, well after midnight and stepping quietly through the hallways, his bed always seems to have a visitor. You, buried beneath the covers in one of his t-shirts, tiny pyjama shorts hugging your thighs, squeezing your child shared teddy in deep sleep.
He strips quickly, too exhausted to throw on pyjamas and slips behind you, only in boxers, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. His head dips into the curve of your neck, lips pressing feathery kisses against the exposed skin and inhaling deeply.
Sleep soon overtakes him, bodies pressed up against each other and providing familial warmth, breaths in sync even when unaware.
In the mornings, when you finally awake encased in Inumaki’s arms, you stretch your own above your head, rolling to face him and placing little kisses on his nose. His face crumples up slightly, cursed speech marks moving with his skin as he slowly rouses from slumber.
These mornings are filled with soft love, gentle touches, lingering kisses, and little hums of communication. The pain in his throat from the previous mission subsides the more he stares at you, the more you press your soft lips against his, curing his mouth from any evil it has committed.
During the weekend, when students are finally allowed time to relax, you choose to spend it lounging around your boyfriend’s dorm instead of your own. You sit in his lap whilst he plays video games, cover his face in hello kitty stickers, cover his wall in pictures of you two, mess up his bed every time you sprawl out on it, and force him to watch your favourite youtubers together.
It is one evening, however, eating dinner on Inumaki’s lap as he plays fortnite that you turn to face him, tapping him on the cheek. His focus is redirected over to you for a few seconds before he glances back at the screen again, placing his character in a safe place.
“I have a question,” you begin shyly.
“Salmon?”
“Do I stay in your dorm too much? You can tell me to leave if I do.” His brow twitches in concern, one hand already reaching for his phone. “I don’t want to annoy you by constantly being in your space.”
His fingers furiously type before presenting a message on his notes app.
you don’t stay in my dorm too much. i love it when you stay for days at a time and i’d never tell you to leave >:( you can never annoy me baby <33
You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a wet smooch against his cheek. “Thank you, Inu. I was getting worried. Are you sure sure?”
He nods firmly, nudging the controller into your hands. A silent affirmation that he did want you here. Always.
The worst characters are the ones were you only get like three pieces of lore about them but the lore is so fascinating and hits your brain at just the right angle to have you behaving like a feral dog in front of your conspiracy theory cork board