Incorrect hidden inventory but extra depressing

The hidden inventory arc but I focus more on the depression. (Not automated! I post these all myself so please be patient with me! Most prompts will be written by myself. No prompts will be written by AI, and they never will be.)

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>*-*-Introductory post-*-*<

What’s up! I’m sure some of you know me but if you don’t, i’m the mod, Hidden but I also answer to Sugu. I run this blog as well as @incorrecthiddeninventory.

I’m not automating either blog so please do be patient with me as post these myself and most of these are written myself and take a lot of thought!

about the mod;

I use She/her,

One of my favourite songs is Heart shaped box by Nirvana and my favourite colour is Orange

i really like angst, If you can’t tell :)

I enjoy talking about these guys! Drop by the ask box!

About the Blog (almost the same as the other)

Will include Shoko, Satoru, Suguru, Utahime, Nanami and Haibara with odd appearances from Yaga, Toji and Riko

ships may be included such as; Satosugu, Sashisu, Hainana, Nanago and ShokoHime

there will be cursing

may be NSFW jokes or implications

there will be mentions of death, blood, and other things in that area

overall, I hope you enjoy the realm of suffering I have made for you all! every word I write causes me pain

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Satoru, holding Shoko’s hand: … Shoko, turning away to take a drag from her cigarette: Satoru: Shoko? You’re acting weird. What’s up? Shoko: I Got used to never having a free hand to smoke..

Shoko’s voice had never broken or wavered. She was always certain of her emotions and opinions but she was acting weird. Constantly looking at her cigarette, sighing all the time. Gojo had to ask. He didn’t want to, he had enough on his plate as it was, but he had to. She was one of his partners, well.. she was the only one now, so he needed to know she was alright. “Shoko, you’re acting weird. ‘s freaking me out.” He misses a few sounds in some words, teeth getting stuck in the gum he was chewing. They’re sitting at the bus stop, waiting for a bus despite knowing they could walk to their destination, Shoko’s hand in Gojo’s, holding it tight. Shoko doesn’t answer, she just turns her head away to take a drag from the cigarette in between her fingers, drawing Gojo’s attention to her once well looked after nails, the polish chipping off and the flesh picked at. “Shoko.” He squeezes her hand, trying to get her attention. “Please tell me what’s wrong.” He was scared of not knowing what was happening in his friends heads now, especially in his partners heads. He couldn’t lose both of the people he loved the most. Shoko sighs, breathing out the smoke. Her voice never broke and she was always certain of her emotions. “I guess I got used to not having a free hand.” But her voice breaks now and it breaks Gojo’s heart. They’re missing part of them, their third is gone and it’s taking it’s toll on them both. Gojo doesn’t even think about it before he pulls her into a tight hug. He misses him more than anything and he knows Shoko misses him too.

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SatoSugu + Pinterest angst (low quality) gifs

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Suguru: and do you wanna know the worst part, Satoru?! Satoru: Do I? This whole things been pretty shitty, Suguru! Suguru: I actually wanted you! I wanted to keep you! I needed you! You were everything to me and what did you do?! You threw it the fuck away! You threw ME away!

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DUDE @incorrecthiddeninventoryagain IS LEGIT UNCAPPABLE OF FLUFF. I JUST READ THERE LATEST CHAPTER OF RAIDO SLIENCE. I AM WEAK IF I CANT HANDLE THAT FIC.

Anyway for you dumb bitches who want to read it don't blame me if u get sad and depressed (heh..)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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hehe :] jokes on you I wasn’t going to write another chapter anytime soon but now I have plans tonight to write that new chapter maybe if you’re lucky I’ll write some fluff.. eventually.. maybe

Edit: I got side tracked watching TV and having a moment so tomorrow afternoon I have plans >:)

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To Geto, the day that Riko died and Gojo initially died, he stayed dead because to Suguru, the best friend he knew was gone, replaced by an empty shell who spoke with the same voice but didn't say the same words.

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Suguru, coughing: ..ack.. Shoko: Geto, you should go back to your dorm. Suguru: No. Shoko: You’re not well, Why won’t you go back to your dorm? Suguru: Look at how happy he is to spend time with us, Satoru: Come on guys! Catch up! Suguru: I can’t ruin that for him.

They barely got any off days together, Gojo’s off days clashed with Geto’s and vice versa. This was one of the few days they all had to spend with each other and Suguru had one of the worst colds he’s ever had, in fact it had almost knocked him out through his alarms. His immune system really had gone down with his health like a sinking ship, huh? “You should go to bed. Seriously.” He’s broken from his thoughts and coughing by Shoko’s voice, insisting he goes back to his dorm. He won’t. He can’t. “No.” “And why not?” Satoru had run ahead, they were going to his favourite bakery and then shopping. Suguru had never seen him smile so bright, not since what happened. “Look at him,” he starts, hearing Gojo urge them to hurry up. Shoko sighs. She knows where this is going. “He’s so happy..” it honestly makes Suguru kind of want to cry and scream in envy and rage but that’s not fair. Just because he can’t be happy doesn’t mean Satoru can’t. “I can’t ruin that for him.” He hated that he was like this, incapable of doing anything for himself but what could he do?

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Suguru: I can’t do this, Shoko. Shoko: I know, I understand, Geto. Suguru: I’m leaving, Shoko. Shoko: you’ll be happier out there, promise? Suguru: Promise. . . . Satoru: You knew. Shoko: of course I did. Satoru: That whole time you knew?! Satoru: You.. the whole time.. you- Shoko: He didn’t want you to be upset. Satoru: Well that’s too fucking bad!

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Suguru: I’m tired.. Satoru: go to sleep then? Suguru: …

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“But mod! That’s not a hidden inventory fic!!” Shut up I just poured like two hours into this, I have a head ache and I’m allowed to post this here this is MY BLOG

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LISTEN I’M SORRY BUT ATTHE SAME TIME

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We’re back babies(i went off the fucking rails I did not read this before i posted might delete later)

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Haibara: Hey, Nanami? Nanami, studying: Yeah, Haibara? Haibara: do you like Jujutsu sorcery? Are you here because you want to be or because you have to be? . . . Nanami: I have to protect innocent people. Whether I enjoy it or not doesn’t matter in my eyes, I doubt I’d enjoy any job. Haibara: Alright then! We’ll make a deal! For as long as we’re both alive, we’ll be sorcerers together! Nanami: Sounds good, Haibara. ——— Haibara: …that promise was short lived, huh.. Nanami: Shut up. You’re not dying. Haibara:… Nanami, crying: You’re not dying, Haibara.

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NEW CHAPTER BITCHES (I FUCKING CRIED WRITING THIS)

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(If you know this account, you don’t. My angst fic btw :])

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I read it. YOU DIDNT NOT HAVE PUT "Yu Haibara 1990-2006" OR SMTH LIKE THAT. FRIEND IM TELLING A TRUSTED ADULT!!! >:(

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LISTEN IT HURT ME TO WRITE IT I APOLOGISE :(

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

(If you know this account, you don’t. My angst fic btw :])

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Shoko, shifting in her chair during a session: Honestly, I don’t know how those two manage it. I can sit here and talk about my own problems like I’m fine but I’ve never seen two people more resilient. Therapist: You really admire that about them, don’t you? Shoko: Yeah. I think I do. Meanwhile… elsewhere… Satoru, screaming: It’s not always about you, y’know?! Not everything is about you! You’re not the only person in the world with problems, Suguru! You’re being ridiculous! Suguru, screaming back: I know! I know it’s not about me because it never is! It’s never about me! Satoru: How isn’t it?! Suguru: How is it?

“They’re my best friends, more than that, we’re like family.” Her therapist hummed in response, nodding her head. Shoko was the only one of the trio that got therapy, which was as stupid as it sounded but it helped her to help them though it ran the risk of her missing something important and this was one of those times.

“You’re being ridiculous.” “I’m being logical.”

“no, you’re just being a prick! Everything’s always me, me, me with you Suguru!” At that comment, Suguru scoffed. “How ironic.” “Oh shut the fuck up, you act like a child!” At some point Suguru hadn’t answered and Satoru had thrown a punch, landing a blow on the other teen whose nose bloodied at the hit, this was when it started getting physical. Gojo was dragged in by his collar, giving him the ability to land more hits on already injured parts of Suguru, like his chest which he’d hurt last mission and Shoko hadn’t had time to heal. Geto was pulled by his hair and thrown into a wall, giving Satoru time to put his infinity up so Suguru couldn’t hit him again and from there it returned to verbal. “What the fuck was that for?!” At this point the only defining features between the voices was that you could tell which one thought he was the better of the two. “You’re the one who punched me!” And this had been where Satoru began his irony filled speech. “God- it’s not always about you! How many times do I have to tell you other people have problems too! It’s not always about you, Suguru!” Somehow he’d gotten his facts dead wrong in the sense that it was never him telling Geto that and in fact the other way around. “You don’t think I’ve noticed!? I know it’s not about me! I know because it never is about me!” This argument continued of a back and forth between the two on how Suguru was being childish and Satoru wasn’t, when the reality was both parties were being equally as ridiculous but no matter how you looked at it, Geto was in the right. “How isn’t it about you then? Huh?!” He had to stifle a laugh at the question when it escaped his friends lips. How on earth was it ever about Suguru? Satoru always had his head too far up his own ass to see when he was struggling. “Let me reverse the question, Satoru. How is it about me?” The room fell silent, stark silent. He opened his mouth in pointless attempts to provide recent times when Suguru had made something about himself but the only occasions he could think of were when they weren’t the greatest of friends or after long missions, none of which were recent enough to be relevant to the argument. He’d never been one to admit he was wrong but this was a sort of ‘oh shit, I fucked up’ kind of wrong, so either he admit it now and apologise or he turn on his heel and storm off like a child to avoid admitting it.

But this is Gojo Satoru, it’s obvious what answer he chose as he turned on his heel, flipped his best friend off and with a loud declaration of; “Fuck you!” he was gone.