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Fanfiction Masterlist Part One and Two
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I saw that u do requests for Pride Month rn! I was wondering if you could do the rottmnt boys for me?
Just the Disaster Twins, my headcanons for Leo is that he’s gay and transmasc! And for Donnie, he’s bisexual and ace!
Take as long as you need if you do decide to do this! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🩷🏳️🌈
Here you go!!! Disaster twins :D
Im also a bi/ace donnie and transmasc leo headcanoner <3 (my hc for his sexuality is all over the place though LMAO)
Kugisaki's head is pillowed on his chest, her breathing even. She's been asleep for a little bit now, maybe ten minutes. Her arms are lazily wrapped around his torso, clinging to his hoodie in her sleep.
Yuji, pressed close to Fushiguro in her bed, smiles and wraps one of his own arms around her in turn.
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Kugisaki's head is pillowed on his chest, her breathing even. She's been asleep for a little bit now, maybe ten minutes. Her arms are lazily wrapped around his torso, clinging to his hoodie in her sleep. Yuji wraps one of his own arms around her in turn before throwing the baby pink covers over them, accepting his fate. He is but a pillow until the sleepy beauty under him wakes.
They're in her room, and it's sometime after nine PM. He isn't sure if the excat time, he lost track of that a while ago. Moving to find out would disturb Kugisaki, so he's more than happy to keep laying here, ignorant of how late into the night it's become. They have class in the monring, but it's fine. Gojo's always pretty lax when it comes to letting them sleep in.
Kugisaki, unbothered by the slight movement, snores gently into his chest.
Yuji places a kiss to the crown of her head, a soft smile dancing across his lips. She's always so cuddly when she's tired. He didn't expect that, when he first got to know her, but now it makes total sense. There's a softer side to Kugisaki's brash outer shell, she just picks and chooses who she shows it to.
Yuji gets the feeling that they're lucky, very lucky, she's showed it to them. He gets the feeling that it's special, somehow. It only makes him all the more determined to never let go.
Fushiguro is snuggled next to them, similarly under the covers scrolling through social media. He's the most awake of the three of them, Yuji barely hanging onto consciousness. The blue light coming from his phone is only thing illuminating the room. Kugisaki forgot to turn her fairy lights on before she passed out, and Yuji isn't quite sure where the remote vanished to. But that's fine, it's cozy like this, too.
They haven't said anything for a while, maybe an hour, maybe more, but they don't need too. Yuji has found that the three of them being here, together, if often enough. Even if the quietness is part of the reason his eyelids have started to droop.
He gets the best night's sleep when the three of them have sleepovers like this, his two best friends pressed as close to him as humanly possible. Yuji's excited to wake up tomorrow, knowing he'll be well rested and greeted with the sight of their faces first thing.
He smiles at the thought, then lets his head rest atop Fushiguro's shoulder, content, and lets sleep take him.
Hey artists, C. Spike Trotman, founder of Iron Circus Comics, just posted an invaluable thread on depicting different types of black hair. I’d do the thing where you screencap the whole thread and post it but it’s just too long (which is great because it’s a whole lot of useful information!) Give her a follow while you’re there.
Anyway, go check it out. I just wanted to save it and share it because I didn’t know how much I didn’t know!
This is an amazing resource, not only for artists, but for writers too! I love this!
{ID - tweet from @/Iron_Spike that reads, “Black Hair for Non-Black Artists: a Cheat Sheet Thread. Hi, folks! Just spur-of-the-moment decided to put together some reference for folks who want to draw/model black characters in their work, but arent confident they won’t make simple, obvious mistakes w/r/t black hair. END ID}
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Itadori turns to them one day after training and says, "Sukuna's being really annoying right now. Can one of you knock me out?"
"What." Megumi blinks.
"It would be my pleasure." Kugisaki grins, promptly throwing a nail straight at their classmates head.
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Itadori turns to them one day after training and says, "Sukuna's being really annoying right now. Can one of you knock me out?"
"What." Megumi blinks.
"It would be my pleasure." Kugisaki grins, promptly throwing a nail straight at their classmates head.
"Kugisaki!" He hisses, watching as Itadori crumbles to the floor like a ragdoll. His forehead hits the ground with a smack, and Megumi winces. That's probably going to bruise.
She glares at him, petulant. "What? He said to knock him out!"
"That doesn't mean hit him with a hammer!"
"It worked, didn't it?" She exclaims, pointing almost proudly at the limp form before them.
Megumi snaps his mouth shut and doesn't dignify that with a response.
"He's bleeding." He says instead, gesturing to the pool of red at their feet. The pool of red that is growing at a somewhat steady rate. Itadori is kinda like, a human tank, so it's only mildly concerning.
They should probably do something about it soon, though.
Kugisaki shrugs, stepping back so the blood doesn't dirty her shoes. "Eh, Itadori's tough. He'll be fine."
"Really?" He asks, skeptical.
"Really." She replies, confident.
"...That's a lot of blood." Megumi says, watching as the pool expands and soaks the soles of his own shoes. Gross.On one hand, head wounds always bleed worse than they are, and Itadori can lose more blood than the average person. On the other hand, he doesn't seem to be waking up anytime soon. Generally, if someone passes out for more than a few minutes, that's not a good side. And Kugisaki is vicious enough to cause brain damage, purposefully or not.
She blinks. "Oh damn. Should we take him to the Infirmary?"
Megumi does not know why that sentence contains a we. He is not the one who knocked Itadori out. He should not have to carry him to the Infirmary.
Megumi also knows arguing with Kugisaki is a futile effort. And like, he isn't really planning to see adulthood, but also he'd rather go out fighting a curse. Not because he decided to mouth-off to his devil classmate.
So, wisely, Megumi shuts his mouth and does not argue, and Kugisaki unknowingly grants him at least another day on this Earth.
"Probably." He sighs, resigning himself to his fate.
"You knocked him out, you carry him." Megumi says, already turning towards the main building.
"But he's, like, really heavy." Kugisaki whines from behind him, half-heartedly tugging on Itadori's sleeve. She hasn't even moved him off the ground yet.
"Too bad!" He snaps, but turns around anyways. Kugisaki grins.
Begrudgingly he hauls Itadori upright, slinging one of his classmates arms over his shoulder. Kugisaki does the same with a meduim amount of complaint. Megumi tunes her out and starts walking.
Better get this over with.
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It takes ten painful minutes of hauling Itadori's limp form around, but all three of them (somehow) manage to get him to the school's Infirmary in one piece. Not unharmed, obviously, but in one piece. Megumi hopes and prays no one asks about the trail of blood they left behind. He doesn't feel like explaining it.
Ieiri looks up as they enter, suprised yet intrigued. It's not often only one student is in need of medical care. Usually all three of them are bleeding when they trug into her domain.
"What do we have here?" She hums, mostly to herself.
"Itadori's bleeding." Kugisaki says, unceremoniously dropping him on the examination table.
"So he is." Ieiri says, eyes scanning over the where the nail rests in his forehead. Kugisaki at least had enough sense to not pull it out. "How'd that happen?"
"We'll tell if you if you promise not to tell Gojo."
Before the nurse can respond there's the sound of the door sliding open and Kugisaki's hopes being dashed.
"If she promises not to tell me, huh?"
Speak of the devil, Megumi thinks, turning towards the voice behind them. Their teacher stands in the doorway, an annoying grin plastered across his face. He was probably coming in here to bother Ieiri, as he often does.
Megumi watches as Kugisaki's face falls in real time. She shuffles infront of the examination table, as if trying to hide Itadori. And well, their teacher has six eyes. Good luck with that.
Gojo's smile drops as he takes in the scene before him; one student bleeding on the table, one looking guilty, and another who looks like he'd rather be anywhere else.
Ieiri, uncaring of the sudden tension in the air, snaps on her medical gloves.
"Either of you wanna tell me why Yuji's head is bleeding?" He asks, looking between the both of them. Megumi, for a brief second, is reminded of the singularly time Gojo scolded him. He has to admit, it was pretty intense.
"He asked me to knock him out, so I hit him with Resonance." Kugisaki takes it like a champ, despite the clear nervousness in her gaze.
"Oh, is that it?"
Kugisaki nods, swallowing.
"Okay then." Gojo says, entirely unbothered by the fact Kugisaki hit her classmate on the head with a nail.
"You put a nail through his skull." Megumi points out, deadpan and feeling slightly exasperated with all this.
"Shoko can fix it!" She says, sounding a little too cheerful and a little too proud of herself. Especially now that she knows Gojo won't be getting onto her.
(Yaga will though, if this makes it back to him. And he's actually pretty scary. Megumi wishes her luck.)
Megumi glances at Ieiri, the only other sane person in the room. She catches his gaze and shrugs, as if to say what can you do?
Okay then. Maybe she's not as sane as Megumi first thought. He really is alone here.
Gojo shuffles them to the side, muttering about how they probably don't wanna watch. He's right. Megumi's seen Ieiri work before. It ranges anywhere from a standard check up to dissections that both look and sound like they're from a Gothic horror novel. Sometimes, she even makes the more normal procedures morbid. He doesn't want to find out which one they're getting today.
Kugisaki has never seen Ieiri work though, so she watches despite their teachers mumblings. Megumi isn't suprised when she looks a little grossed out, her face turning pale. Gojo told her not to look.
Ieiri pulls the nail from Itadori's flesh, and blood spurts out from the hole. It comes away a little gorey, too, bits of red flesh stuck to the grooves. Megumi's seen his fair share of blood and guts, but that's seriously gross.
"Damn kid, you hit him hard." She says, vaguely impressed. She reaches for her disinfectant, putting the gore coated nail aside to be disposed of later.
"How hard?" Kugisaki asks. She sounds almost excited.
"Well, you cracked his skull." Ieiri cleans the outside of the wound with one cloth and wipes the blood from Itadori's face with another. She runs her hand over his forehead again, likely feeling out the injury again. Double checking that it was only a surface fracture. "It's only a minor one, thankfully. His brain is fine."
Gojo cackles, jostling Kugisaki good naturedly. Megumi huffs. That was kinda impressive, he has to admit.
Now if she hit the curses that hard instead of her classmates, that would be great.
"Gorey parts over, by the way. It's just my technique now." Ieiri contuines, placing her hands on Itadori's temples. There's a soft glow around her fingers, one Megumi knows is her RCT. She's giving about meduim effort if he had to guess, probably so Itadori's skull heals fine. Kugisaki watches this with vague interest.
"He's good to go." She announces a minute later, disposing of her gloves in the waste bin. "Try not to do that again, yeah? Human skulls can only take so many fractures, and if you hit him any harder you'll hit his brain. That's a lot trickerer for me to deal with than some broken bone."
"Yes ma'am!" Kugisaki says, saluting her.
"Why'd he wanna be knocked out, anyways?" Gojo wonders, looking between the three of them curiously.
"He said Sukuna was being annoying." Megumi informs him, dull. Sukuna's probably always being annoying. He doesn't know what about this time warranted a knocking out.
"Ah, makes sense." Gojo nods sagely, as if he's familiar with Itadori's plight. "Well, I'll be taking my leave now. You three have a mission at nine tomorrow, by the way."
"Gee, thanks." He calls after his mentor, watching him skip out of the infirmary. Kugisaki grumbles next to him, similarly displeased. Can he go one day without springing a mission on them last minute? And when he does, can he at least elaborate?
(Across the room, Megumi's pretty sure Ieiri laughs.)
A few minutes after Ieiri works her magic, Itadori blinks awake.
He sits up slowly, wincing at the light. Megumi and Kugisaki huddled near him, one indifferent and one anxious. Itadori's eyes focus in on them, and he grins.
"Getting hit by a hammer hurts." He states, rather obviously. Megumi scoffs quietly to himself. Idiot, what did he expect?
Kugisaki leans over the table, poking him lightly on the forehead, right where her nail had embedded. "Did Sukuna shut up? Or do I need to hit you again?"
Itadori pauses for a minute, before flashing her a beaming smile. "Nope! He's quiet now. Thanks Kugisaki!"
The two of them high five, and Megumi scoffs again. Idiots.
Itadori hops off the table, already back to his normal smiling self. He even seems to be in a better mood than he was in training, now that Sukuna's shut up.
"Alright alright, out of my space." Ieiri says, shooing them towards the door. She's not one to let uninsured students loiter around her offices.
"See you later!" Itadori calls Kugisaki shouldering him through the door. Megumi brings up the rear, waving politely to Ieiri as he goes.
"We should do that again sometime!" He says, once the doors firmly shut behind them.
"Sure." Kugisaki says, picking at her cuticles.
"Absolutely not." He hisses. Itadori bumps their shoulders together with a laugh. Next time, he says, he'll make sure Megumi's the one to knock him out. It'll probably hurt less than Kugisaki's hammer too!
Megumi sighs. He supposes, if Itadori asks him personally, he wouldn't say no.
