六眼.

imp·ish /ˈimpiSH/ adjective inclined to do slightly naughty things for fun; mischievous. independent roleplay blog for Gojo Satoru of jujutsu kaisen.

[impishsensei]

❝ my students are watching, so help me look even COOLER, okay? ❞ 

꒰ # ɪᴍᴘɪꜱʜꜱᴇɴꜱᴇɪ ꒱ — ‧₊˚✩彡 a headcanon-based roleplay blog for gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen. please read my rules before following/interacting! this blog is NOT spoiler free. credit. ♡ written by milk ♡ (semi-hiatus/sporadic activity for now)

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[impishsensei]

@songcurse asked: "You're such a fuck boy, Gojo Satoru." Young adults, GojoHime. She's staring at him like he's a total scumbag. Both are at the club with their friend group.

"a fuckboy, huh?"

satoru considers her statement for a moment and compares it to himself. is he a fuckboy? he doesn't think he's a fuckboy. he's never even fucked a guy! kidding, kidding, he knows what fuckboy means.

still, he doesn't think that label suits him. he's more of a... taste tester, and the tastes he's testing are smoking hot chicks.

"is this your way of saying you want to fuck me, utahime? in front of everyone's salad?!?"

[impishsensei]

@songcurse

"aw, umi—utahime, is looking so cute today~!" satoru pokes at her cheek and pinches it, endlessly endeared by the way her face twists into annoyance whenever he enters her general vicinity.

[impishsensei]

@songcurse asked: your choice of au. but utahime's not letting gojo get intimate with her because she's gained five kilos and she's gotten self-concious about it. girl's on a diet. she's used every excuse under the sun to get out of it.

satoru feels like he's going insane. he and his wife used to go at it like rabbits, and then suddenly it was like they were right back at square one, and whenever satoru thought he was close to getting lucky something would come up, or the subject would shift, or she'd just high-tail it out of there and leave him parched.

he wasn't selfish enough to think he was owed access, of course, but it was hard not to notice the shift without any sort of acknowledgement. he thought for a while that he must have done something, but utahime was never the type to ignore it when he pissed her off. no, if he misbehaved she let him know she didn't approve. he would know that he pissed her off somehow, so that couldn't be it.

perhaps something was bothering her? to think that utahime was troubled and refused to say something about it was much more likely. was she depressed? that had to be it. he couldn't think of anything that stood out that would get her down. sure, they'd all been through a lot, but utahime was resilient and bad at truly schooling her feelings. he'd know if she was depressed, and she wasn't acting as though she was, either.

no, it had to be something else. a troubling thought occurred to him then. did utahime lose attraction to him? did she find some other guy who she delusionally thought was way hotter and lost her mind in the process because she didn't wanna get dicked down by her totally handsome and perfect hubby anymore? absurd! but that had to explain the sketchy and sudden behavior. right? right.

"himeeeee," satoru whined one evening, sliding up behind her. he moved his arms around her to hug her from behind and held her tight. he settled his head on her shoulder and nuzzled his cheek against her like he was a cat spreading his scent on her.

"do you hate me... like for real? and think i'm not super hot and sexy anymore? i know you say i'm a lust hound but you used to feed me lots, and now you cut me off cold turkey! what gives, huh? did i do somethin' wrong? 'cause there's no way utahime isn't attracted to me anymore." every word was spoken through pouted lips and a whiny tone. it was hard to believe this man was a grown ass man over 30 years old and not some petulant child throwing a fit.

still, ridiculous approach aside, there was genuine concern and hurt on his part. they were married, and he wanted to understand why his wife was shying away from intimacy.

[impishsensei]

@songcurse asked: bites gojo's nape and leaves teeth marks.

"oh? what's this about? marking your territory? i didn't know you had a possessive streak in you, 'hime." even without his eyes visible, the mischief in them still bleeds into satoru's tone.

"should i return the favor?"

[impishsensei]

@2xcursekissed asked: ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞

yuta's proclamation makes satoru blink behind the cloth of his blindfold. sure, he gets it. it's good to have empathy and all, but... did he really have to frame it in the most corny way possible?

"i understand, yuta. buuuut... sometimes, you really gotta kill a guy. also, don't say that around maki. she'll think you're a chud."

[kenrik]

[songcurse]

@impishsensei 💢

[impishsensei]

i wanna be more active so we shall see how that goes, idk, but i am 90% mostly likely gonna make a hoyoverse multi-muse blog for my hyv muses (so childe, varka, and phainon... maybe some others too)

[impishsensei]

random starter for @songcurse

everyone around satoru pretty much treats him like a god. he supposes he is as close to one as a human can be, as he wields the six eyes. the six eyes give him access to articulating reality in a way that treads eerily close to omniscience. granted, he hasn't quite worked out all the kinks yet since he's only eight years old, but he's working on it.

he doesn't know who his own parents even are. worldly attachments do not concern people like him. feeling attached to others as a jujutsu sorcerer is a mistake and tragedy waiting to happen, and he can agree with that. he doesn't even care to know who they are anymore. for all he knows, his birth mother could be one of the female servants that prepares his bath every evening.

he's speculated a bit. would his parents get an upgrade in status in the clan because of him? he knows he's not a direct heir to the clan head because the over-compensating old fool would definitely boast about his grandson being the gojo clan's future, but his placement in the family is a mystery aside from that.

regardless, the servants never dare look him in the eyes. it's kind of annoying trying to talk to someone that way. his clan members are often similar. they tread upon eggshells not to incur his anger, while the clan head, his great uncle and other elders, do try to dictate his behavior. it doesn't really work, of course, but there are some facts of life as a sorcerer that he simply cannot avoid, and that's where they step in to guide him.

they think they're so wise, but satoru has them all figured out. he knows they don't think of him as a person. he can see the barely-concealed fear in their expressions, and it amuses him.

i'm only eight, you damn weaklings.

he knows they want to mold him to be their perfect weapon and bargaining chip, to groom him into being the perfect future clan head that's controlled on a string, but he's positive that they haven't realized he knows they have no real power. real power is his technique, eyes, and seemingly endless supply of cursed energy. real power is changing the balance of the world and having assassins on your tail because of who you will probably grow into.

satoru is the one with real power, even as a small child, and it bores him. everyone is so predictable, and every lesson is a drag. it's lonely, too, because kids don't associate with him. he's above playing according to the elders, and every kid he could meet would probably be scared shitless.

he supposes he can't really blame them, but that doesn't make it any less boring.

what does pique his interest is one of his teachers mentioning that because he will one day lead their clan, he will need to have heirs.

"kids? i'm eight. the hell are you talking about that crap to me for?" satoru asks, bored as he flicks some popcorn from his bowl at his teacher. the teacher winces and shakes his head.

"w-what i mean, gojo-sama, is that jujutsu regulation demands--"

"demands?" he repeats with a laugh, flicking more popcorn at the poor man. "says who? sounds old and stupid. no one's gonna make me." the princeling settles onto his cushion, leaning on his side, and continues his game of flinging every other popcorn at his teacher rather than into his own mouth.

the screen door to the room slams open then in perfect timing, and satoru doesn't even have to look to realize who it is.

ugh.

gojo kenzo, the clan head's son and perhaps satoru's biggest hater. satoru would probably hate the twerp that usurped his future role too, but he's not the unlucky weakling that drew the short end of the genetic lottery stick, is he? nope, that's bitch-ass kenzo.

"insolent brat, that's enough disrespect out of you," he hisses. satoru laughs again and flicks some popcorn at him, too. it misses, because like satoru, kenzo also has the clan's ancestral technique. unfortunately for him, he lacks the excess reserves of energy and the six eyes to make proper use out of it. apparently, the chump can only manage 3 non-consecutive minutes at most, and pushing to that limit will leave him out-of-commission for a week. he's stronger than most in their clan, sure, but he will never even come close to reaching the heights everyone knows satoru will.

"and you're going to make me do something?" satoru quirks an eyebrow.

"you will do as the clan elders demand or i will harm your birth parents." kenzo replies, casual and cruel. there's a twisted glee in his voice that makes satoru compelled to listen if only because it's clear the man would prefer the outcome where he hurts satoru the most.

"the parents that i don't know? i'm supposed to care about that?" satoru asks, lips no longer curled up into a smug smile. there's an irritated furrow to his brows instead. why is this clan made up of weaklings and freaks?

"don't you? wouldn't you regret it, even a little bit?"

no. definitely not. why should i care?

"tch, no. tell me more about what the old bastard wants, though, just so you'll stop annoying me." satoru's attention is focused on both of the men in the room now, filled with curiosity and a desire to get this sitation over with.

"you're going to be the clan leader one day, so you will need a wife and children. we determine that via match-making and arranged marriages. luckily for you, our clan will interview potential candidates via playdates with you. whoever is the most suitable in all aspects will be your future wife. you won't marry until after your coming of age ceremony, of course, and we will need back-up options ready as well in case one of them gets themselves killed before you produce heirs," he explains, though most seems to go over satoru's head. his little-boy brain zeroes in on one part of that.

"i'm gonna meet and play with girls?!"

~

satoru was actually so excited at the prospect of meeting and playing with girls his age. he was so excited the day before his first playdate that he actually couldn't sleep (well, more than usual). unfortunately, the first girl didn't meet his expectations. she wasn't cool or fun or strong. no, she was weak and blushy and just kept complimenting him. it was weird. the second and third girls were similar, and by the fifth girl, satoru reached the conclusion that girls are weak and dumb or total ass-kissers that only care about securing the role as his future mrs. gojo, and not playing or sparring! what the hell?!

by the sixth playdate to find a future wife, satoru is jaded and beyond over it. he doesn't even brush his hair or bother with wearing his nicest yukata this time. it's a shame, too, because he regrets it the moment he meets the new girl. she's taller and older, and that alone already sets her apart from the other girls. she's like this mysterious cool beauty from a manga, which he can totally tell just by looking at her.

she doesn't blush when they make eye-contact, either. hell, she actually makes prolonged eye-contact with him which already sets her apart from a good 90% of people he's ever met. she's interesting for that, and kinda rude by his clan's standards, and that manages to liven him up a little. he refuses to show it because lil' satoru is too cool for that, though.

"you the girl from the iori family? utahime, right?" satoru walks up to her, speaking casually. his teacher looks stressed at how careless satoru seems. "hopefully you're not boring and weak like the other girls. c'mon, let's arm-wrestle and race each other, utahime."

[impishsensei]

@songcurse asked: one muse has little to no experience with sex and approaches the other more experienced muse to teach them.

it took all of the conscious thought and strength in his body not to make some stupid comment when utahime cornered him that day. he hadn't known what to expect when she came to him fumbling over her words, cheeks flushed a shade of red that matched her hakama.

oh, and the way she'd tried to look everywhere but at him while she went on some long-winded explanation about what she was trying to ask up until the key words finally slipped was absolutely precious. satoru bit back a wolfish grin as he opted to approach the matter at hand with only a medium-level of smug arrogance.

"so basically… you're saying you want me to teach you about sex? what, are you training for a future boyfriend so you don't suck at it?" he asked, immediately regretting the question bot because it was rude, but because the idea that he was getting used as a stepping-stone for some other guy simply didn't sit right with him.

nah. satoru decided then and there that he would teach her, but he was fully intent on setting the bar so high that any loser she ever decided to date wouldn't ever hold a candle to him, and she'd be back for more.

uh, in a totally normal and not insane sounding way, of course. yeah, that was just typical satoru-coded arrogance. nothing weird and possessive and totally out-of-line about that.

"i'll help. consider it the duty of your beloved favorite and adorable kohai to teach his senpai for once. it's like a role-reversal! so fun!" satoru rested his chin on his palm, grinning up at her with a smile that was far more suited for a situation more innocent than this.

"soooo…. did'ya wanna cash in on those lessons now orrrrrr…?"

[impishsensei]

@musecurse asked: "I wouldn’t die for you, but i think I'd kill for you. Maybe. But then, that would mean going to jail. Hm. Naah. I take it back. Full offence.” (from Geto / musecurse)

the spiel makes satoru side-eye his friend, and he eventually rolls his eyes. seriously, what kind of a reassurance is that?! when he's pretty sure they've both already killed before too... how rude!

"are you competing to be the worst best friend ever? i think you might secure gold at this rate."

[impishsensei]

knowing your writing partner can potentially make writing together a lot easier so here's the bullshit

basics

name: milk pronouns: she/her sexuality: bi taken or single: widowed :c

three facts

i love animals :3

my favorite game ever is kingdom hearts 2

idk um i am very sensitive ?

rp experience

how long? (months/years): i think i started in 2010 or 2011 platforms you've used: ff(dot)net, twitter, tumblr, discord, skype, uhh more i'm sure but mostly tumblr and discord best experience: on tumblr w/ my fellas. i stopped gaf about interacting with lots of ppl and just focusing on writing w friends and it's been much better that way for years now c:

muse preferences

female or male: i don't think i have a preference i just have... ended up writing guys more. it's not an active decision tho more like... that's just what ends up happenin ig

fluff, angst, or smut: angst 100% with smut in second place i guess... yes i'm not afraid to say it!

plots or memes: i like the spontaneity of memes for breaking the ice but if we have smth est. i would say plots are better long or short replies: long best time to write: night time + quiet + i am alone is an elite combo that lets me reach a flow state are you like your muse(s): nah

tagged by: @songcurse tagging: @tianshizi @vartouhix @strawdxll @kimuromou @kkjodai @ntzenin @ofstygiaan @honui @heiangod @vulpesse & anyone else that wants to do this

[songcurse]

@impishsensei 💢

𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝐗𝐗      𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑

        THE NEW YEAR'S COUNTDOWN BLURRED INTO NOISE — voices, laughter, fireworks booming in the distance and lighting the winter sky in color. Utahime barely registered it. She hadn’t meant to be standing so close to Gojo. She never meant to be THIS close to him on any given day. But here she was, their elbows almost touching. They were atop a balcony, overlooking the school courtyard. Their students mingling down below. Gojo had his arms crossed, leaning against the railing, his face tilted down. 

        He was smiling.

        She could tell. 

        A warm and happy smile.

        A REAL one.

        Hmph.

        It was absurd that even with his back hunched over, she had to tip her head up just to glare at him. She told herself she was only irritated by that stupid face of his. By the way his eyes would glow with the reflection of the lantern light. With the cold air that had reddened the tips of his ears. She told herself it was ANNOYANCE tightening her chest very unpleasantly.

        "Five — !"

        Her expression soured. This is ridiculous. She didn’t want to welcome the New Year next to Gojo Satoru. Waiting for him to do something — to say something, ANYTHING at all.

        "Four — !"

        Utahime inhaled, then exhaled, watching as her breath left in white puffs. She glanced up at Gojo. Her heart kept hammering in her chest when she looked at him.

        "Three — !"

        Maybe it was the atmosphere. The promise of a fresh start. A clean slate. A new beginning.

        "Two — !"

        But before she could talk herself out of it. Before sense, pride, or regret could intervene —

        "One — !"

         Fireworks erupted overhead.

         "Happy New Year," she announced, yanking Gojo's tie and rising onto her toes, pressing a kiss to his lips.

[impishsensei]

satoru had really great eyes. not only that, but his general perception was flawless, too. he was pretty damn sure he gave most other animals a run for their money, let alone humans. still, there exist some scenarios so seemingly outside of the realm of possibility that he never even considered them as a potential outcome.

utahime giving him a new year's kiss was certainly one of those scenarios filed under the impossible umbrella. evidently, he needed to run that data back because she was absolutely tugging his tie down and kissing him.

he almost missed it, too, as he was starting to feel the pressure of her lips on his lessen. thankfully, satoru's mind ran at 100 miles a minute, so he was quick enough to react. his arm curled around her waist to bring her closer, his other hand coming to rest on her cheek to angle her face toward his a little better.

while utahime's approach had simply been a soft press of her lips to his, satoru was more certain about it. he coaxed her lips to part a bit with some pressure from his thumb on her jaw, savoring the neutral flavor of her lip balm. utahime would likely deny it, but he found that she tasted rather sweet.

he wanted more, so he traced the then slightly-parted seam of her lips with his tongue, inhaling sharply at the way that move seemed to catch her by surprised. he chuckled into the kiss before slipping his tongue past that seam, groaning upon realizing his tongue was inside utahime's mouth, pressing against hers.

reluctantly, however, he knew he couldn't push too far. this was already far outside of utahime's comfort zone. he was certain of that, and as much as the devil-satoru on his shoulder told him he should just do whatever the hell he wanted because he was satoru fucking gojo, he knew better. he broke the kiss to soften the moment the best way he knew how.

"aww, look at that. utahime was so overcome with realizing that she's totally been in love with me for years that she just had to be the first woman to kiss me this year, huh? so cute. i like that~"

[impishsensei]

@songcurse asked: *throws a chocolate box at his face*

since satoru does not perceive utahime as a threat (she's too weak!), his infinity does not activate, unconsciously, even as she tosses something at him. that being said, when the box of chocolates goes flying, it hits him square in the face, the corner of the box hitting his eye.

"ouchies! i'm under attack...!" the over-dramatic man-child rubs at his eye, sniffling after the attack.

[ohisms]

‪‪❤︎‬ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 !    (  a  collection  of  75+ kisses.   feel free to specify the initiating muse.   potentially mature content within.  UPDATED 02/25 !  )

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for.

pulling them in for a kiss while showering together.

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare,  spin the bottle,  etc ).

kissing your lover to show you forgive them.

a coy, chaste kiss meant to say thank you.

an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone.

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.

a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.

lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs.

kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover.

a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them.

a kiss to convince them not to leave bed in the morning.

a kiss to distract them from stitching a wound.

a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time.

biting their lip amidst a kiss, drawing blood.

heated kisses while tugging on their hair.

abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears.

a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency.

distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck.

standing on your tiptoes to kiss their forehead.

kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks.

a kiss while being reunited after a long time.

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy.

a dutiful kiss with no true feeling behind it.

kissing your lover to take away their pain.

colliding with a wall, then each other's lips.

a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.

a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately.

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger.

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight.

a kiss motivated by a dare from a third party.

an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.

kissing them to shut them up.

urgent, messy kisses as both parties scramble to undress.

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning.

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain.

kissing your lover just above their waistband.

kissing your partner to seal a marriage.

pushing your love down onto the bed to worship their body with kisses.

a possessive kiss to stake a claim.

a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension.

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.

kissing the top of their head as you hold them.

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers.

a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras.

a kiss that means absolutely nothing.

kissing the swell of your lover's breast.

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains.

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun ( sets / rises ).

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand.

sensual kisses down the length of their back.

kissing them to confess your true feelings.

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.

a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps.

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss.

an unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme.

kissing your partner after they've given you head.

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them.

a kiss after receiving good news.

an emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.

crowded, heated kisses in the backseat of a car.

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends.

a kiss shared between enemies during combat.

a kiss that smears blood everywhere.

kissing them even though you know you shouldn't.

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them.

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort.

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.

kisses while pulling them into your lap.

a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing.

a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning.

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them.

holding their face, kissing the tears from their cheeks.

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body.

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation.

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast.

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.

a final kiss shared while holding your dying lover.

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞

[songcurse]

@errantic & @veilcurse ( ft. Geto & Nanami ) ! !

        " YOU TWO take that thing away with you ! ! ! ! "

[errantic]

That's about 3 minutes in. It's almost impressive, and in record time... he notes to himself. At first, glancing over to Satoru, and then toward Nanami who's seems to be disengaging entirely. With that, he sighs slowly, and patiently, "you say that like i'm the designated handler." of course he is

// @songcurse @veilcurse

[veilcurse]

❝ You are the designated handler. ❞ Nanami huffs. It's not his responsibility to babysit Gojo — that's what they have Geto for. ❝ It's not like he listens to anyone else. ❞ Fully talking about Gojo as if he's a misbehaving pet instead of his senior.

[impishsensei]

"handler?!?" satoru's already huffing, faux-offended like he isn't well aware of his status as an annoying little shit.

"i rebuke all of these statements. i can't be tamed and i listen to no one."