the theoretical classes at Jujutsu high weren’t always the most interesting to Yuta - especially when Gojo kept rambling without ever staying on topic.
but like the good student he is, he always sat up front - eyes wide, pen in hand and trying so very hard to focus on what his sensei was talking about.
one particular day, as Gojo was rambling on about how cursed energy needs to be controlled in order for it to make an impact, Yuta’s phone vibrated in his pants.
He checked his surroundings before pulling his phone out and he opened it under the table, seeing a text from Inumaki, who was sitting right next to him.
the text read:
“look at gojos shoes dawg 💀”
Yuta glanced up from his phone and his eyes darted to his sensei’s shoes.
He took a deep breath in - his face turning bright red.
the urge to burst out laughing hysterically was consuming him.
he slowly turned his head to look at inumaki.
the white haired boy was giving him a side eye - his face still completely normal while Yuta had to bite his fist to keep himself from exploding.
Inumaki’s eyes flickered up and down from Yuta to Gojo’s shoes - noticing that every time he looked back up at Yuta his face got redder and tears started to well up in his eyes.
so inumaki decided to make it worse.
Yuta’s phone vibrated in his hand and although he was hesitant to open it at first -
he regrettably does.
“Inu <3 sent a photo”
he clicks on the photo.
“Yuta? you good?”
Yuta looks up at Gojo, while his hand was clasped tight around his mouth and tears started streaming down his face.
Gojo’s eyes widen under his blindfold and his brows furrow.
“do you-“
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Yuta bursts out laughing, banging his fist on the table.
Everyones head snaps at him, looking at him bewildered.
everyone except inumaki- who hid his smug grin behind his zip up.
Gojo’s head slowly turns from the boy who was hysterically laughing on his desk to the seemingly ‘innocent’ boy sitting next to him.
the recoms have a lot of potential for body horror imo. like you’re the combination of human and na’vi dna. the human donor-who is also you, is dead. you have their memories, but you’re not entirely them. you’re not entirely your own either. you’re owned by a company. the person who’s memories you bear sold themselves to them and they can remake you again and again if you fall. you’re not a human, you’re not na’vi, you’re not even a person in your own right. you’re an asset who belongs to the company. and you’re not even sure who you are, truly.
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