... he's a human Earthworm.

20, she/her, ✝️

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there's too many.

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Writing to get over my AI (c.ai) addiction. Seriously and genuinely, it was and is a problem.

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Yk how Michael Jackson has a natural deeper voice than what he shows?

Do you ever think that Gojo does that?

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Uh... how do I write again?

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BECOMING, PT. 1

Original and full art belongs to @xin-hao01!

Notes: platonic relationships, Uraume is a boy, Sukuna is a little OOC, modern-ish!AU, sort of a mafia!AU too?, fem!reader, Uraume is adopted TWICE! Mentions of domestic abuse (NOT FROM SUKUNA), PTSD, guns, blood, and more.

"Never become like your father."

They were words his poor mother consistently pleaded with him over. Especially when he'd catch her trying to cover up her busted lips, or covering her cauliflower ear, or applying ointment to the rug burn on her limbs.

And she'd always say it with a smile. She wasn't his real mother. Not even close... legally, that is. His real mother dumped him here when he wasn't even 1. His father, merciless and selfish, tempted to drop him off somewhere.

But she was there. She always was. She raised him clumsily but steadfast. She taught him much, albeit too much for his age. But she tried. That's all that mattered to him. Currently, he watched her frantically pack.

"Mama?" She pauses, her panicked gaze meeting his. Uraume rushes over, collapsing in front of her and clinging onto her shirt. "Where are you going?" Did she plan to leave? She couldn't. She was the only one who stayed!

He was good! He used his manners, ignored the bruises, and the blood, and the screaming, he helped whenever she let him! She couldn't leave. She cups his face, placing a hurried but sweet kiss on his forehead nonetheless.

"We, sweet boy, are leaving. Go grab the things you can't go without. I already have your clothes." We. They both were leaving. He loosens his tight grip in astonishment, staring. She smiles with a saddened chuckle.

"As if I could leave without you, little snowflake. Now quickly. Hurry." Without hesitation, he follows command. He didn't know where they were going, and he didn't know if his father knew. But he didn't care.

As long as mama was there. But, when he came back to the room, the sight made him freeze. He was back home early, the bags from earlier hidden from view. He towers over the submissive woman, her head bowed.

"The h*ll do you think you're going? Hm?" He asked her, hand tight around her throat. "I'm taking Ume to a friend's house-" She gags as she's jerked by the throat, hands clawing at the thick wrist attached, trying to breathe deeply.

"That pathetic brat doesn't have any friends. Don't lie to me." The man sneers. He smelled of cheap perfume (mama tried to warn him that it wasn't cologne. She got busted up bad that day), cigarettes, and something he couldn't pick up.

Uraume steps into the room, face scrunched up. He was afraid, yes. But, mama came first in his mind. "I do, too," The man's head slowly turned to him, laughing bitterly. "Yeah? You don't act like it, you little b-" "Please don't call him that."

She pleads weakly despite the grip on her throat tightening. The man simply rolls his eyes before leaning in. "You be back here in 20 minutes, you hear me?" His thumb traces the side of her throat, eyes dark despite their lighter color.

She just nods, grimacing, not looking him in the eye. He takes sadistic pleasure in this, chuckling before placing a kiss onto the corner of her lips. He never kissed her directly despite the years. "Good woman,"

Uraume rushes forward when she's pushed into the dresser, hands clutching her skirt. She smiles through it, cupping his head tenderly. "Oh, sweet boy. It's okay," She utters softly, taking deep breaths.

The man laughs, finding something amusing, before waving the boy over. "Let me see you before you leave. Knowing your mother, she dressed you all prissy." With his mother's approval, he steps forward.

He's picked and prodded at like prized mare, before the man hums in some kind of approval. "Off you go, then." He waves both of them off, Uraume immediately reaching for his mother's hand. They two walk down the stairs, silent.

"Slowly, Ume." His mother reminded gently, her voice weakly and shakey. They reach the car, his mother strapping him into his car sear. She kisses his forehead, cupping his face. "You did good, baby. Really good."

As his mother gets into the front seat, he gazes at the house one more time. His father stood there, cigarette in hand, leaning on the doorway. His stare was piercing, but less scary now that he was in the car.

Uraume glares as they drive off, little hands clenched. He'd never be like him. He wouldn't say mean words, or smoke, or push mama around, or curse at her, or ever do anything remotely similar. He'd be better. He promised.

For mama.

He never did like men after that.

No matter of they were his teachers, friends of mama's, or that really nice man that worked at his daycare. But Mama said that he was a janitor, and workers deserve to be respected. So... he didn't mind the white-haired man.

His name was Mr. Wasuke, he'd sit with him when mama was running late from her second job. Like now. He was grumpy, but gave him his leftovers. He never told mama, because he knew she'd feel bad. "You got that face again."

He doesn't look up from the homework in his lap, humming in acknowledgement as he fiddled with the ground below him. The man rolls his eyes, cursing under his breath as he checked his watch. "Where is that stupid-"

The man jumps at a sudden beep, Uraume only flinching slightly. A truck pulls up in front of them, the driver's side window rolling down. A man, covered in tattoos and kind of ugly, grins mischievously at the janitor.

"Done with your tacky job?" The man glares. "Shut up, Ryomen." The two men bicker for a while before the pink-haired man groans. "Are you getting in or what? I got places to be, brat." Wasuke glares.

"No. I can't leave the boy here by himself." "Can't you? We turned out fine-" "No." Cursing under his breath, he turns off his truck, leans back into his seat, and crosses his arms. Silence filled the air for a while.

The small boy sneaking glances at the unknown man. "... why's your face like that?" The boy asks before he could help it. While Mr. Wasuke stiffened, Ryomen grins darkly. "Because I eat people." The boy looks at him blankly.

"... no, you don't." The man falters, Mr. Wasuke's lips twitching a bit. "How the h*ll do you know!?" "Mama said that humans don't usually do that. It's bad." "And how do you know I'm not bad, you stupid brat-?"

"You're just ugly, is all. That's okay. Mama said that ugly people are people nonetheless." Mr. Wasuke bursts out into laughter, his brother scowling as he glares. Ignoring it, the boy turns back to his homework.

But before he could snap, a soft pant catches all of their attention. There she stood, uniform wrinkly, keeled over and panting. One of her knees were tightly wrapped in gauze, making him pause and frown. "What happened, mama?"

She simply smiles down at her boy, cupping his face. "Hello, my baby. How was your day?" Not satisfied, he continues. "You shouldn't be running on that." "Yes, yes, I know." She stands, turning to Mr. Wasuke and bowing in thanks.

"Thank you, Mr. Wasuke. I owe you so much." The man waves her off. "It's fine. 'Sides, Jin likes the kid. There isn't any way I wasn't gonna look out for him." Uraume's nose scrunched at the name. His friend was... off, but genuine.

Mama said it wasn't nice to call people names, especially your friends. The ugly man's throat clears, causing her to look up. The both of them are quiet for a while as they take each other in. Uraume shuffles closer to her, glaring.

He didn't like this ugly man. "Hi." His mother introduces herself, smiling sheepishly. The man simply hums shortly, eyeing her. "... mhm. 'm Sukuna Ryomen." He nods, but doesn't extend his hand. She smiles a bit, lowering her hand.

He didn't like him at all.

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It kinda sucks that I want a good makeout fic bc all of them end up in smut.

I don't want the nasty, I want cuddling and giggling and promises!

I just want loveee!

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Higuruma Hiromi would kill for you.

Quite literally. That isn't an exaggeration or something you find men saying in story books. No. That man, your man, would kill someone in your name and for your honor.

A drunken man is giggling a little too loud and stumbling a bit too close? He'd give you a patient, but dark look once noticing that you were uncomfortable.

Your boss at work giving you too much work and still claims that you're lazy and unappreciative of the company and "what it does for you"? He'd glare or stare at the man when picking you up.

He isn't eager for violence, of course he isn't. He knows that consequences of his actions if he were to carry them out. He'd lose too much, lose you. And he never wanted that.

So he never said anything if you didn't want him to. But in this instance? Where he had a man pinned to the floor, knuckles bloody for beating the man for touching you inappropriately?

It would was well worth it. He ignores his bleeding nose, or how he hit the guy wrong and now his hand is throbbing, cupping your face when he was pulled off by some randoms.

"Are you alright, flower?" He'd utter softly, his eyes that were just burning were now soft and dewey, making your stomach mushy and your knees weak. You could help but smile.

"I am now."

THIS IS NOT YANDERE! I hate yandere.

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Imagine you (a secret descendant of Sukuna) and big brother!Hakari falling out.

Being born a monster always hurt.

You were determined as such, even though you couldn't even tell what was happening. Barely a day old, labeled as a monster. As a curse among humans. You were shut out and cast away.

No wonder they didn't notice you gone. For days. You couldn't keep track of what how many. But then, you met him. Kinji Hakari. He was big, taller, scary at first glance.

But then, he started to care. He was pretty cool. He let you steal some of his rice, and chips, and he showed you how to punch without hurting your hand. But... he started to notice things.

How the burn marks on your arms, abdomen, and face looked a little too linear. Or how you changed the subject when asked about parents. Or how you didn't know simple social cues.

That was just the tip of the iceberg. You were strong. Really, freakishly, and naturally strong when it came to cursed techniques and energy. He asked, directly, looking you in your eye.

"How'd you get so strong anyway?" You didn't want to answer. You didn't. But you had to give him something. You look away. "DNA, I guess." He changed a bit after that.

He was the same, it was Hakari after all. But then, he was suddenly busy. With his classmates, with his girlfriend, with Gojo-sensei. And she didn't know why.

Until that day. He slams his hand down onto the table she sat at. Alone. She jumps, eyes wide at his heated expression. "When we're you going to tell me? You lied to me." You were frozen.

He never looked at you like that before. So... distant. Like everyone else did. You didn't like it. "I took a chance on you. I asked you millions of times who you were. You lied to me."

"I... I just," Your eyes burn with emotion. "I ran away from the estate. I was upset because I-" He scoffs. "Well, we can't have the little monster upset, now can we?"

Your eyes burn, making him turn away, jaw clenched. He still cared for you. After all of the lies and deception after a year. He couldn't see you cry because of him, even if you deserve it.

"Dry your eyes." You didn't, curling up, making yourself small as you felt. "... I, didn't think I was doing anything wrong-" "You didn't think?" He scoffs, laughing bitterly, turning to her.

"Of course you did! Why would you lie otherwise!?" He did baby you, or tiptoe, talking to you genuinely. Like a brother would. But now, it was heavier than his usual light scoldings.

It was nauseating, thick. It made her tremble more than anyone of her estate could even fathom attempting. "Onii-chan-" "Don't call me that." This makes your lips quiver.

"I... I just wanted to be something to someone." You croak as he runs a hand down his face. He said nothing, keeping his eyes covered. "... Hak... Kinji-sama,"

You corrected yourself seeing his flinch of distaste and betrayal. He hated it. "... did you think this was funny?" He hisses. "You were just gonna screw me and leave when you felt like it?"

You immediately shake your head, but he wasn't looking at you. "No." "Is that a lie? Do you even know- are you even capable of knowing how to speak truth." "Yes." Your voice was small.

"Really? Tell me this, why lie for so long? Why not tell me the truth from the beginning, you annoying brat?" You try to blink away your tears. That just made them fall.

"... because of you." You utter softly. He was offended, thinking you were being coy before you continued. "You... I think you liked me. Even for a little bit." His face falls into a stoic one.

"You saw me as a person... someone instead of something. And then I learned what family meant." You were silently crying at this point, willing yourself to continue.

Onii-chan wouldn't let tears stop him. He was strong. "And... and then, you let me call you onii-chan. And... and I thought it was good. I just wanted to be like you... good."

Silence filled the room as he stared. The older sighs, shoulders slumping. You used him. No matter if it was intentional or not. You lied, you cheated his emotion.

He hated cheaters, and yet... he looked at you. How small you were, not just in the moment. He remembered the nights you snuck into his dorm room. Or how you'd cling onto his hand.

It was all real... it was supposed to be real. He wanted to keep you around, become your guardian. He had the papers in his room, sitting on his desk, under a shiny rock you found for him.

"... don't talk to me again. I'm nothing to you, and you're nothing to me." You just nod, bowing your head, lips pursing as they violently shook. He turns to walk away. "... thank you anyway."

He freezes, fists clenching. He didn't look back. He couldn't look back. It was unfair, the rules he set for himself. But, what else could he do? "... whatever." He walks away from you.

And he's gone from Jujutsu High the next day.

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(Based on Egg and Duncan's fight from AKotSK.)

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um...

UMMMMM!!?!!?!

Why is it so good? How dare you?

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Sukuna x f!Reader

In which Sukuna brings home child Uraume — 2

<— previous

It was your scream piercing through the forest that had Sukuna dropping everything and speeding up his steps.

He was coming back from a hunt while you and Uraume were walking through the woods, foraging for ingredients.

It's been a few weeks since Uraume joined you both and since then, you had showered them with nothing but love and affection. Like the child you always wanted.

Sukuna, on the other hand, was teaching the kid how to properly control their technique. It wasn't something he would ever do for anyone but he has grown to... have a soft spot for Uraume.

But when he dashed through the woods and arrived at the scene, Sukuna would never admit the way his heart sank at what he saw.

Ice.

Ice everywhere.

With you slumped against a tree, shaking uncontrollably while Uraume was next to you in tears, screaming and crying as they apologised profusely. Half of your body was covered in ice.

"No! No! My lady, please! I—I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do this! It was an accident—!" The child wailed. Memories of the frozen corpses of their parents rushing through their head.

It was just like that time.

"What have you done?" Sukuna's angered voice had Uraume backing away in fear as he got closer.

Your husband was by you in an instant, taking you in his arms. His eyes raked over your body to assess the damage. He quickly used his RCT to heal you. His heart was in his throat and he didn't stop until color returned to your face and your breathing was even.

You were going to be okay.

You were going to be okay but Sukuna was not going to let this go so easily. You... His everything... was harmed. Had almost brushed against the brink of death.

But when he looked up at Uraume with a rage of a furious storm, he paused.

The child was bowing deeply against the forest ground, body uncontrollably shaking from sobs and their little fists digging into the dirt as they repeated the same thing over again.

"I'm sorry! Please forgive me! I didn't mean—I-I didn't mean to hurt her—!"

And those words stirred something inside Sukuna. A memory. A memory he had buried deep into his mind and vowed to never look back upon ever again.

Of a small, deformed child who had just discovered his dangerous technique.

"How could you do this?!"

"Please, I'm sorry!"

"Do you think sorry will fix this?! Will fix the damage you caused?!"

"I didn't mean to! Mother, I swear—"

"Stay away from me, you wretched thing!"

"Monster!"

"Four eyed demon!"

"He'll bring a curse upon our village!"

"Kill that deformed thing! Kill it—"

"Enough. Stand up and let's go."

"B-But my lady is—"

"She's fine."

The walk back to home was quiet. Uraume had expected their punishment the moment they stepped into the house. But after Sukuna had gently laid you on the futon, the punishment never came.

Instead, the King of Curses placed his large hand on top of the child's head and scowled disapprovingly.

"Brat, did you not get what I taught you? Focus on a single damn point and breathe. That way you'll be able to control your technique. Now—"

Sukuna lead Uraume outside again and stopped a few feet away from a deer and a fawn.

"Kill the fawn and only the fawn." The man ordered.

Uraume was in disbelief. They had fully expected a punishment for what they did but when they looked at Sukuna, there was no malice in his eyes. Instead, impatience clouded those bloodied rubies as he tapped his large foot on the ground, waiting for the moment the child would do something.

With an impossibly warmed heart Uraume turned to the fawn with a smile and followed the malevolent king's instruction.

--

You awoke a few hours later, eyes blinking up at the ceiling as memories of what happened slowly came back. Your heart sank and you tried to get up.

You had to find Uraume. The poor child!

But then you felt small cold arms secured tightly around you. Uraume was curled next you as they slept.

You calmed down and smiled tenderly, running your fingers across their snowy locks.

"They refuse to leave your side."

You looked over to see your husband leaning against the door frame. Your smile widened and you reached out to him.

Sukuna didn't hesitate, pushing himself off and walking over to you. He sat down next to you on the floor and took your delicate hand in his large one.

"I'm surprised they're even at my side."

Sukuna grunted. "They can control their technique now. So expect the brat to be glued to you more often."

You laughed softly. "Oh? And does that have something to do with you, my lovely husband?"

Of course it did because he simply refused to look at you and gave you a mere shrug. He was embarrassed. You could tell.

"My lady...?"

You turned your focus to a sleepy Uraume, gazing at you with an apologetic look.

"My lady, I'm sorry..."

You shushed them, stroking their hair affectionately. "Hush now, little one. It wasn't your fault. Sleep, okay? I'm here..."

Sukuna looked on at you and Uraume quietly. You, his beautiful wife, whispering soothing words to the child who, moments ago, was nothing but terrified of who they were.

And then he thought back to the little deformed boy with four eyes and arms running away with a tear streaked face from a mother who begged the villagers to kill him.

He knew that boy was at peace now.

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No, bc wtheck!

Why is this so cute!!?!!?

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"I was cookin' and I burnt the bacon... :("

Summary: You burn something for the first time, and you feel so bad about it.

Notes: reader is short(er), American (hinted), chubby, exhausted from undescribed work, and emotionally sensitive.

MEGUMI:

He'd honestly be more worried about you than anything you were trying to cook or bake. His gaze darts comically to you, then the stove, then to you... back to the charred... whatever it was. It smelled nauseatingly sweet.

"... guppy, 's fine." He tried to reassure you awkwardly when he heard you sniffle. You wipe at your face. "But it was my night, and you just got back from a month-long mission-!"

"Baby-" He couldn't get a word out, sighing as he lets you sob over your poor creation. As you do, he cleans up, cracking a window to let out the smell of burnt honey and whatever else.

"What's this supposed to be anyway?" You sniffle, too embarrassed to say immediately. Luckily, he was a patient guy- "It's supposed to be [insert easy sweet dish]." He stares... before snorting.

You sob harder, he panics.

YUUJI:

He tries to eat it once he saw how mortified you seemed to be. But then you screamed and cried harder, causing him to drop it and- long story short, he has a burned hand.

And an empty stomach. Bad combination. Not one to get hung up on something so silly (you were offended when he said that, making him backtrack), he just ordered takeout!

But then his mood dropped at your round face being all puffy and pinkish as you shakily treat his hand. How you could barely look at him without your eyes glossing over once more.

He grabs your busy hands and smiles. "Hey, don't worry about it! We can always try again!" You pause. "... we?" "Mhm. Why would I let you do it by yourself." He panics when you sob again.

"It's supposed to be my night!" "Sorry?"

CHOSO:

"... is it supposed to look like that, darling?" Ypu sniffles, bottom lip poked out. "No." He didn't know what else to say after that. You were usually so good in the kitchen.

Were you sick? Distracted? He blinks down at the charred concoction. "... hm." He picks up his spoon, making your eyes widen. "Choso, quit it-!" But it was already too late.

A mouthful shoved into his mouth, he chews, ignoring the nauseating texture. He then turns to you with a smile. "It's still good!" When you didn't answer, he falters.

"... what? Did I do something weird again?" "... no one normal eats burnt grits, Cho." He blinks. "These were supposed to be grits?" That's why the texture was weird! But, wait... He turns to you, confused and concerned. "You've made grits before-"

"I know, Cho." He dropped it after that.

HAKARI:

He just takes a deep breath at first, trying not to snap as he drags a hand down his face. "... what even is this?" He gestures vaguely. You avoid his gaze, pouting with puffy eyes.

"... onion rings." "You almost burned my house down over-!?" He falters when he realized that you had been crying. He groans. "Lucky..." You hums weakly, grimacing at the tone.

"I told you to get some rest last night." "I... I did." You avoid his gaze, making him groan again. He bends down, pressing a firm but scolding kiss to your head, making you stumble back.

Before you could even to complain or glare, he picks you up easily by your waist and plops you down onto the nearby counter. "Wastin' my d*mn onions 'n sh-" You swat at him, sniffling still. "Language!"

"I don't wanna hear anything from you-!"

Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kamo Choso, Kinji Hakari.

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I got lazy.

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When he has nightmares, they were always about losing you.

He was too slow, stuck in place, smaller, weaker, everything that he knew that he couldn't possibly be. He called out your name, he tried to reach you, he begged and cried for you to move.

To get up, to look at him, to talk to him. Anything to let him know that he tried, that you would be alive and well, and that he tried his best to always save you.

But you never responded. It was as if you were made of water or a statue of sorts. Either unmoving, or turning away from him, your voice void of emotion. The scariest parts.

It was when you were either bloody and a gorey sight that made him want to throw up, or when you were completely unresponsive and blurry. The blurry nightmares get him the most.

Your face was never visible despite your dead voice reaching his ears. He hated when you got like that, because it never felt like you. It was nothing but a dead tune.

He hated it even more when it was both. It would start the same. You crying, begging for him, reaching for him. But then, once something twisted happens and you're no longer you?

You blamed him. He wasn't strong enough, fast enough. He was a joke. He was the one that got you killed. He was the one that made you that way. He was pathetic to do nothing but watch--

But then, he always woke up. It wasn't a dramatic jerk like you see in movies, but quiet and suffocating. His eyes jerk open, but his body was unmoving excluding the tiny and subtle flinch.

His body knew where he was. In your shared bed, under your warmth, in sheets that shared both of your scents. But his mind was still stuck on fake-you's words. Your body.

He slowly looks down, not wanting to wake you up. He subtly checks your body with his eyes and careful hands. But, careful or not, his panicked pulse always woke you up.

"Honey?" You grunted in concern, half-awake as you squint up at him. One eye open, the other glued shut with sleep, mouth dry and sealed shut by the lack of moisture.

He could do nothing but break. He holds you tighter, buried his face in your neck, sobbing. He knew it wasn't real, you'd never do that to him so plainly. But... it was still you. You're face, your lips, your eyes, nose, ears, head...

"Promise me that you won't blame me." He pleads, your still sleepy brain confused more than ever. "For what, honey?" You cup his head, eyes drooping despite wanting to comfort him.

"If... if something happens, and I can't save you for whatever stupid reason. Promise me that you won't blame me for not being fast enough, or strong enough,"

He pulls away to look you in your eye, his larger hands almost bruising. "You come to save me?" You ask gently, making him falter in offense. "Of course I would. Every time-"

You peck his lips, cutting him off. He blinks down at you as you get comfortable once more, eyes closing. "Then, you did your best for me. Blaming you would be silly," Sighing in relief, he curls up to you with a sniffle and a warm feeling.

He'd deal with emotion in the morning.

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Sukuna Ryomen, Toji, Okkotsu Yuuta, and anyone else you can think of!

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Inspired by this fic by @yeagersss!

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What Was I Made For?

Summary: He wouldn't care about a baby. Not if it meant that it would hurt you.

Notes: Wife!reader, established relationships. Mentions of a shorter reader. Mentions of/Hints toward miscarriages and stillborns, trouble conceiving, pregnancy troubles, baby fever, depression, and more. Because of this and the depression, it can be pretty dark. Please be advised.

Lowkey inspired by this fic and the Billie song.

He gently called her name from outside of the bathroom of the doctor's office, hand resting on the door knob. "... I know you're done peeing. What's going on?" He was getting worried.

She doesn't answer, not immediately. But the little sniffle she let slip (she was silent crying the whole time) made both of them freeze. "... unlock the door. Right now."

His soft tone disappeared instantly, stern and worried as he gripped and wiggled at the unmoving doorknob. "Hold- jus'- hold on. Please." He falters at her tone, unhappy.

He sighs a bit dramatically, leaning back against the wall as he waited. He ignores the click the door made when she unlocked the door, and how the running water drowned her sniffles.

She didn't want him in there at the moment. It hurt, but he respected it. He had to. His eyes dart towards his wife when she finally steps out. Her face was flushed, eyes puffy, lashes wet.

She weakly reached for him, him already moving before she could ask. His hands rest on her waist, pulling her close. His eyes never left her face, his own face softening.

"What's going on up here? Hm?" He hums gently, gesturing to her head as he gently and playfully pinched at her nose. An old joke that got her lips to twitch. That was something.

She couldn't look him in the eye, bottom lip quivering. "... what if..." She swallows her sob and the strained noise clawing at her chest, her hands desperately clawing at him.

And he let's her, pulling her closer and being her anchor. Whatever she needed, he'd be. "What if I can't do it?" He was a little confused, trying to grasp the question. "Do what?"

"Have a baby... a healthy, normal, alive-" Her voice cracks. "... what if it happens again? What then? After all of the trouble I've made trying to set this up correctly, and how much I-"

He gently calls her name, cupping her head. She doesn't hear. "Or how many times we had to take medication, or-" "Hey." He interrupted, squeezing at her head and hips.

She finally quiets down, desperate for an answer. Desperate for something to look forward to. Pleading. He bends down, kissing at her sensitive cheeks. "You have to breathe,"

He reminds, rubbing at her back. When she took an exaggerated breathe, he snuck in a kiss to her nose. "Let's just finish the appointment so we can go home, snotty nose." "Hey,"

He chuckles and snorts at her pout. He kissed her head, guiding her back to the room. "My snotty baby," The rest of the appointment was straight forward, the car ride silent.

His larger hand rested on her thigh as he drove, the radio low and almost silent. "... honey, are you disappointed in me?" Her voice was blank. "Why would I be, silly woman?"

He hums, halfway paying attention, his head whipping around to check the traffic so he could make a safe u-turn. She grimaces, but still decided to speak her dark thoughts.

He was glad that she waited until the turn was finished, because his next move was slamming on the brakes to stare at her. "Excuse me? What the f*ck did you just say to me?"

He was in disbelief at the statement: "Because I'm a sh*t wife who can't do anything but have dead babies." He stares at her as she ignores his gaze. He angrily calls her name, worried.

"What makes you say that? You're not a bad wife because of any of this." She laughs bitterly. "I'm serious-" "So am I. You can't seriously think that any of this is on you."

His jaw twitches at her silence. "Baby. Answer me. I'm not in the mood-" "Honey, why else would this consistently-" "No. Shut up." He snaps. She does, faltering, shocked.

He never talked to her like that before. Turning back to the (thankfully empty) road, he steps on the gas, hands gripping the steering wheel. She grips onto her seat belt, getting anxious.

She calls his name, getting ignored. She tries again. "You eat right, you take what they give you, we buy those d*mned books, we took those classes," He was definitely breaking traffic laws.

"You try it all. Home birth, that tub thingy," His eyes were almost unrecognizable. Almost. The slight gloss and the fact that his hand was still gentle on her thigh reassured her.

"... we had to switch doctors 4 times, we had to go out of town to even get decent treatment," He ignores how a car angrily beeped as he cut them off. He swallows thickly.

"We call that stupid bereavement photo lady so much that she knows our names, you do the stupid rehab sh*t... and you think that you did something to cause all of that?"

He turns to her sharply at a stoplight (that he actually bothered to stop at). She shrinks as he stares, waiting for an answer. She looks off to the side. "... you want a family,"

She tried to justify her thoughts. "And I can't give you one." "I have a family. Right here, in this car." He retorts. "And whatever is going on isn't on you. If anything, it's the stupid doctors."

He drives a little slower once the light turns green. "... this isn't a deal breaker." He mumbles. "I'm not going anywhere because of this. I'm not shallow... that shallow." He tried to joke.

"We talked about having a family before, yes. But that doesn't mean that that's all I want." The hand that was on her thigh grabs at one of her hands. She doesn't pull away.

"You're hurting. I know you are. And I'm sorry that I haven't been around much to help you." He frowns, jaw clenched, looking off to the side. "But... that's not all that this is. I love you."

Silence filled the car as he let her absorb his words. He's reassured a tiny bit when she plays with his fingers and his ring, knowing that she was still there mentally. She thinks.

"... I'm sorry." "For what? This is hard, babe. It's okay to get worked up." He waves off her guilt, complaining about the traffic (like he wasn't breaking at LEAST 10 laws earlier).

"Oh, come on! Use your blinker for crying out loud!" This makes her giggle a bit. Gently, she grabs onto his wrist, grabbing his attention. "I'm sorry," She apologized, embarrassed and thankful. He cracks a smile.

"Nothing to be sorry for, woman."

Characters: Nanami Kento, Higurama Hiromi, Gojo Satoru, Kinji Hakari, Toji, and anyone else you can think of!

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[jujutsu-c-sen]

She wasn't like the other women that Hein!Sukuna Ryomen used to... "be" with.

Notes: mentions of insecurity and jealousy, reader is short, reader is hinted to be melanated/tan, reader has a greenthumb, reader is a virgin, and mentions of violence (on Sukuna's part). OOC!Sukuna, just a bit. Sukuna will be in his "trueform".

She wasn't as slim or as pale. She wasn't as... um, "full" or as beautiful. She was still pure, unlike the other concubines. She was grateful for that, yes, but it was still so hard to pretend.

Their whispers hurt. So did their subtle gazes. The fact that they knew her husband's body when she was too scared to. She even covered her eyes when he was bare! After all this time!

She wasn't ashamed of her virginity, quite the opposite! It just... bothered her that she wasn't the only one to see her husband in such a vulnerable and intimate way.

"What is on your mind? It bothers me." She jumps as her husband speaks up, eyes busy as he reads. His cheeky laid on his fist, eyes content despite his lazy-looking face.

When she doesn't answer immediately, his eyes zone onto her. She then remembers that words exist, turning away sheepishly. "Sorry, Ryomen. It's nothing o-" "Don't lie to me."

He sits up from his slouched position, his bigger body easily towering over hers, glaring. "You know I despise it." "Which is why I was going to say, nothing of importance."

She muses softly. "You have to start letting me finish my sentences, Ryomen." He doesn't share her amusement, staring. Used to it, she turns back to what she was doing: mending a kimono.

Yes, Uraume or a servant could do it. But it kept her busy, sane, and occupied in the quiet palace he had built for her. His older palace was big, but one of convenience.

The current one extravagant and a place she could call a home. It would be a home, if it weren't so... lonely and so mentally daunting. The whispers, feared and admired, drive her-

"That." She turns to him, raising a confused brow as he points at her. His hand quickly lowers at the brow raising, but doesn't falter. "You think too hard for such a little thing."

She frowns at this. "Little?" He raises his own brow. "I didn't misspeak, and your hearing is intact. What's the problem?" Nothing, except the fact that it reminded her of what he was used to.

He was used to the women that wandered their halls for chores to do. The same women (some, not all) who yearned to switch places with her. Sometimes, she wondered the same.

They were taller, slimmer, paler, sharper features, intelligent in areas she was weak in. Them, they were the ones to... it was silly. Too silly. A bit embarrassing.

She didn't want to lose her virginity any time soon. But... it still made her feel less than. She wasn't that small, she wasn't "little". "There's no problem to discuss."

"Bullsh*t, woman." He snarls in distaste, grabbing at the back of her neck as he loomed still. She doesn't look up. Even if his grip was stern, it was loose.

He never dared to harm her, much less physically. "You reek of sadness." "It'll pass." She hums, smiling in triumph as she finished the kimono after 3 days.

Her husband was a towering man, after all. She could only do so much by herself. The grip on her neck tightened, begging for her attention. She gave it to him with a glance.

He frowns, still staring. "Something that I've said has added onto it. What?" When she goes to shake her head, he interjects. "Don't, do that. You're driving me to madness."

"My apologies." She nods. He groans under his breath, his hand trailing down to her back. "You'll be forgiven when you tell me the cause of your turmoil." She turns from him.

"No." He pauses. "... no?" "Yes, I said no. It's late, and I don't want to talk about this." He scowls, going to snap at her in frustration when she holds up a hand to silence him.

He glares, but stays silent. He internally softens as she finally meets his eyes, her pleading. "I'll come to you eventually, Ryomen. Please." He eyes her expression, sensing nothing but honesty from her lips.

He huffs, bringing her close and on top of his wide and long abdomen. She squeaks, as she always does, but accepted her fate. "Fine. You difficult woman." "Wife," She corrected.

He looks down at that. She knows that he most likely caught on somewhat to the problem, but thankfully stayed quiet. "Same thing," He grumbles softly, nose to your scalp.

When it comes to him, that statement was true. He called everyone else pets, peasants, or boys and girls on a good day. There were no women in his mind that weren't you.

(This excludes anyone you demanded that he'd respect.) But at the moment, she didn't care. She had earned her title (more like he gave it without hesitation).

The least he could do was use it. Not wanting to think anymore, she closes her eyes. "Goodnight, Ryomen." She hums, feeling his stare on her. His eyes thoughtful as he takes her in. "... wife."

He grunts in acknowledgement, his hands and arms entrapping her close to him. As if anyone would be foolish enough to harm her with him present. "Uraume! Get rid of the light!"

And so, the lights were off.

The next morning was better than the night before. They (Sukuna) had decided that staying in their room for the day was for the best. She was awoken with the idea along with kisses.

And nibbles, but that wasn't the point. The point was that he made it hard to say no when he got into those moods. The gentle ones, ones where he didn't want to be a king. Just for a while.

Uraume brought them breakfast, the portions ridiculously but humorously different. She thanks him, turning to her tray. She looks to her husband's. "Can I try some of yours?"

He stares down at her. "... no." She shrugs it off, knowing not to question his tense tone of voice. He didn't always eat so... humanely. That's all she allowed her mind to comprehend.

They eat in silence, interrupted by a knock on the door. He slams his tray down in annoyance, her not even flinching. "What!?" She looks up at him, silently scolding him.

He, of course, ignored her. A servant – Hanaki, one of her favorites – enters, head bowed and eyes lowered to the floor. "Did I not make it clear that I don't want to be disturbed today?"

Hanaki nods in response to the grumbling man, simply turning to her. "Madam Sukuna, your shipment has finally arrived. Where would you want us servants to place it?"

She brightens at the news, Sukuna's anger simmering down at the joy on her face. "Oh, thank you, Hanaki! Here on the balcony should be fine!" The woman nods, bows, and walks off.

As she brightens, grins, and turns to him, he huffs. "What is it, this time?" He grunts. While she didn't allow herself to spoil herself so often, she clearly has her moments.

Well-deserved, he would insist. He didn't care what she spoiled herself with or in, as long as he could check it was safe (he couldn't count how many times they were threatened with poison.)

"I got a weeping willow! It's still everso small, of course, but I thought we could but it on the other side of the garden!" He sighs. "There's already a wisteria tree planted."

"Duh, Ryomen. I want one side of the garden flashy for walks, parties, or your meetings. But the other side calm, comforting, and easy on the eyes for just us." He softens as this. Pathetic.

"Hm... fine." That, and the fact that they had to let a few servants in to place the potted plant on the balcony was the only disruption... of the morning, at least.

In the afternoon, she wanted to go on a walk to check on the garden (she was the one in charge of tending it, after all). He complains, but gets up regardless at her insistent tugging on his arm.

They walk slowly, the air warm and comfortable. Nothing filled the air but their bare feet and his wife's ranting about her flowers. It was decent (perfect, though he wouldn't admit it).

But it turned sour as his wife calls out to a servant. "Hey, hey, what are you doing?!" The woman pauses, sheers in hand. She bows at the sight of him, sheers behind her back.

"My lord-" "My wife acknowledged your puny existence and asked you a question. Not me. Don't acknowledge me without permission, you should know better." "Apologies, Lord Sukuna."

His wife pauses, eyeing the two before shaking her head. "You should know better." Meaning that the woman most likely used to be one of his concubines.

She disregards it. She was having a good day! "Why were you about to cut these?" She questions the woman, cupping and eyeing her flowers in concern. The woman answers.

"I thought-" Sukuna scoffs at the notion, quickly glared in scolding by his wife. "They were wilted, my lady." She sighs at this. "They're not. They're simply bratty due to the humidity."

She informed as kindly as possible, ignoring the pit of her stomach. The servant was... beautiful. "Please, do not go to do anything like that with permission, yes?" "Yes, my lady."

She nods, gesturing for the woman to leave. She doesn't immediately, subtly eyeing the bored man behind her. Her eyelids drooped a bit as her folded hands fidgeted.

He eyes the garden in mild interest, the interest coming from the fact that his wife had a hand in making a majority of the garden happen. She huffs, stepping into her frame of sight.

"Now, quickly." She says tersely, the servant snapping out of it and rushing away. She huffs, mood clearly soured as they were alone once again. He catches on immediately. "Wife?"

"I think I want to go back inside. Now." As she turns, he eyes the garden one final time before going back inside with her. He sits, watching her fret around their room with quiet complaints.

He watches for a while, amused, before easily getting bored. "Wife-" "I don't want to hear it-" "I don't care." He scoffs, grabbing her by the wrist.

"Out with it. You told me you would explain what was wrong, do not allow yourself to lie so easily." She pauses and glares up at her husband. "... are you calling me a liar-" "No. I did not."

He immediately refutes, not wanting his wife more upset than she already was. "What I'm saying is that I need to know what is the matter with you. This needs to end."

She goes to argue, interrupted. "I am sick of your groveling. The least I can do is attempt to fix the problem." She purses her lips, eyeing him. He was worried, even if he didn't say.

"... I want those women gone." She said simply, making him stare. "... woman, if you don't get specific-" "I want the women who were previously in your harem gone."

He grunts, somewhat satisfied. "I tried killing them before, wife. You said no. I could've ate-" "I do not want them dead, Ryomen." She frowns. "Just... away." He raises a brow.

"... away?" She nods. "Yes." He watches her strut from him and to their vast closet, opening it to search for something comfortable to change into. He lets her. "Away to where?"

"Anywhere but here." "Why?" She turns to him, frowning. "Do I need a reason?" "No... but, I'd like one." He utters softly, standing over her much smaller frame, cupping her neck gently.

He feels her quickened pulse and feels her emotion, staring blankly as he waited for her to speak. She sighs, making him squeeze somewhat. "Why?" "Ryomen-"

"Don't make me ask again, woman-" She snaps, swatting him away. "I am not some random woman. I am your wife. Address me as such. I am not one of these concubines you can boss-"

"Why would they bother you? They're nothing. Less than that." He watches her expression closely. She goes to ignore him, she does. But then he steps closer, breath enveloping her body.

"W-" "Because they have knowledge of my own husband that I do not. And having them near all the time makes me sick." She slams the closet closed after grabbing a random robe.

He stares as she feels embarrassed about what she just spilled. She doesn't look at him as she changes, pausing as she realized she had tossed one of his robes on-

His hands, all four of them, grab at her. Tightly, but not violently or uncomfortably. She knows that he wants her attention, looking up. He frowns softly. "... you want them gone?"

He asks seriously, face blank and hard to read. She nods slowly, trying to gauge some of his emotion. "Gone... not dead. Just... gone." Silence fills their room as he pulls her close.

Embarrassed as the scene caught up to her, she tries to backtrack. "It's just- the whispers. And the glances. And it's the fact that some of them help you dress and bathe! I don't even do that!"

At the continued silence, she continues. In doing this, she missed the blank but amused stare that he gave. "And I know that it's not a job for just one person, but! I think that's inapp-!"

He lips seem to eat her her entire body, her ears instantly growing red as she couldn't even kiss him back. By the time she tried, he (barely) pulled away. Her whole body felt fuzzy and mushy.

He would usually laugh at how she chased his lips, but stopped her with a hand squeezing her throat. "You want them gone?" He repeats his question to her, a thumb tracing her lips.

She immediately nodded, dewey eyes meeting his. "Yes... please," "Then they'll be gone." He pulls her back in before any sort of thanks escapes her lips.

He despised how she thanked him severely. As if he'd deny her most of what she wanted. He'd dispose of them the way she wanted. With mercy... mostly. They were easily forgettable anyway.

He wouldn't tell his precious wife how he planned on torturing those who dared whisper on her presence. Those who'd eye him as if they had a right to. He'd enjoy it.

Afterward? He'd get to have his wife all to himself. He eventually pulls away, undoing the top of his kimono. He huffs in amusement as she looked away. He couldn't wait for his fun. His violent, messy, bloody fun.

What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

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[jujutsu-c-sen]

Kinji Hakari would find it amusing if you were a clean freak.

He would be watching a fight, smacking on some chips you were thoughtful enough to buy for him, when you would come in with a heavy sigh. You stood next to his propped up feet.

"'Kari," He absent-mindedly hummed, not taking his eyes off of the screen. "What's all of this?" He finally looks up at you, a brow raised. "What's what, lucky?"

He didn't see the problem like you did. You huff, snappily shoving his feet off of the table and started to clean up. He complained, trying to lean to the side to still glimpse at the TV.

"Lucky, baby, you're in the way-!" "I wouldn't be in the way if you had any sense and cleaned up after yourself, you-!" He tried not to audibly laugh when you got like that.

He really did. But that stupid smirk of his wasn't going anywhere. That is, if you weren't upset in any kind of way. But if you were? If he could see how overwhelmed and overstimulated you were?

He'd grab at your wrist, firmly but not tightly, tugging you down onto the old couch. Before you could snap completely, he cups your waist and places a lingering kiss on your head.

"I got it. Relax." He reassured against your skin, thumbs tracing random shapes into your sides. It tickles, a bit. He kisses your lips and stands, going to clean up his mess.

Everytime you'd speak up, he'd switch what he was doing. "... you can recycle that." "Right." The cups go into the recycling bin as he continues to clean. "... the clamp for the chips is right there."

"Mhm." Silence again as he continued to clean up, letting you fret over every little thing. "... 'Kari, you-" You squawk as he plops back down on the couch, grabbing at your hips.

"No more cleaning, I'm tryna watch the fight!" He dramatically complains, bringing you close. He smelled like his cologne, alcohol, and potato chips, but not in a sleezy or gross way.

It was just him, and you loved it. Once he was sure that you were relaxed, he allowed himself to actually tune back in to what was on the screen. His large hand rubs at your hip and waist, shoulders slumping.

Only to sigh once he realized that you were fretting over a stain on his wifebeater. "Lucky." "What?! I just cleaned this shirt-!" He couldn't help but to laugh, tugging you closer and kissing you. No matter your reaction, it all ended the same.

"My lucky little clean freak."

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[jujutsu-c-sen]

Are You Man Enough?

Notes: mentions/hints of selling one's body, sexualization of men, sexual abuse, body insecurity, jokes about sexual experiences, the zenin clan, and more.

"Don't you think I'm pretty, baby? Hm?"

She didn't know what to say, or how to make this make any sense. She couldn't. She couldn't make it better, she couldn't brush this off like he wanted her to. That wasn't how she was.

"Toji," "What? Not up to your standards?" He scoffs shakily, opening his arms in some kind of twisted invite that she would never find herself taking. Not like this, ever.

"Toji, you're drunk." She stands. "Let's-" "Come on, don't be stingy." She's pushed back onto the couch, him looming over her, her legs trapped between his. She frowns softly. "Baby... enough."

It all started a couple of weeks ago. She had come home early, catching Toji trying to rush to the laundry room in nothing but a towel, forgetting that all of the clothes were dirty.

Naturally, she covered her eyes and turned away. "I'm home. How was your day?" He didn't answer, making her call his name in confusion. She could still here him standing there.

So, why was he all quiet all of a sudden? "... decent. Didn't do anything special. Or anything at all." He tone quiet. Tense. She smiles, eyes still covered. "That's the best kind of day, isn't it?"

"Yeah, babe." She nods, the tension instantly vanishing when she managed to bump into a corner or a wall. He laughs loudly, his tone back to normal as he teases her.

Then, a couple of days after that, it was movie night. The couple cuddled up on the couch, eyes drooping at the cheesy romcom. Suddenly, a sex scene invaded their senses.

"Oh, gross!" She groans, scrambling to find the remote. "Oh, dude, c'mon-!" He chuckles at her disdain, making no move to help her in her search. "What? Ain't hot enough for you?"

She turns to him, stoic, making him falter. "No. It's gross, exaggerated, unnecessary, and the character is clearly not in his right mind to be having sex."

She huffs, turning back to the cushions. He's silent after that, staring at her silently. "... I mean, he's the one who suggested it." He grumbles, shifting under the covers.

She simply hums. "Yeah, when they were both sober and not high and under the influence. It's bad enough that the movie pins them to be runaway pros- ha!"

She grins, holding up the remote. She went to complain about his lack of help, faltering when she gets a good look at him. "Baby?" She tilts her head, noticing his tight jaw.

He hums, staring at the paused screen. She now no longer could care less about the movie, scrambling forward to hold hid hand. He jerks away. "Don't f*ckin' touch me."

She nods slowly. "Okay." He sobs at the simple word, and she didn't know what to do. "... do you want to be alon-" "Please, no. No, don't leave." He suddenly looked desperate, panicked.

He clings onto her wrist, eyes wide. "Don't you dare leave me." "Okay. I won't. But, Toji, you're hurting me-" He drops her arm, eyeing the part of her that would definitely bruise.

"I didn't mean that." "I know, honey, breathe." She says calmly, her free hand cupping her throbbing skin. He stares down at her arms still, letting her cautiously move closer.

"... f*ck, sorry." He stood, ignoring her gaze. "I'll go get an ice pack." Needless to say, movie night was canceled, and the bed was strangely stiff. Still together, but far apart and back-to-back.

Then, the day before. She giggles softly as she watched tiny Megumi sing a song she would sing to him for naptime, jumping up and down as he spins in circles.

For the first time in what seemed like ages, the tiny family were going out for dinner and a movie. She insisted they all dressed nice, forcing her family to scramble about.

Before he could fall backwards, Toji catches him with a grumble. "Why are you so jumpy? Boys don't spin and sing like that." Megumi just rolls his eyes dramatically (mimicking his father).

"Mama said boys can do what they want. As long as it's good." He retorts, sticking out his tongue. Toji grunts, turning back to the mirror as he tried to tie and necktie at his neck.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." She tilts her head, smiling. "I can help, you know." "Mhm. Just gettin' fat is all." She frowns at the hiss, only now noticing how he tugged at his clothes uncomfortably.

"You're not fat, honey. You're healthy." He pauses, eyeing his body. Softer, broader, not just forced muscle and something to look at. Not like he used to be looked at. He takes a deep breath.

He scoffs. "Yeah... it's weird." She smiles as Tsumiki skips inside their bedroom. "It's okay, you'll get used to it." She turns to the girl who complained about needing help with her hair.

He stares at himself some more as his girlfriend was distracted with the kids. Healthy, she said. And yet, he was still stuck in that place. Dark, dirty. He was dirty.

Too thin, too tall, too stiff, too- He snaps out of it as Megumi tugs at his pants. "What?" He hums. "Can I wear a tie like you, daddy? You look pretty." The boy says innocently.

Toji's heart lurched as he picks the boy up, a rare smile on his face. "Pretty, huh? Didn't know boys could be pretty." Megumi nods seriously, holding up his tiny necktie. "The tie, dad." He snorts.

"Don't rush me, brat."

Fast forward to today. The kids were asleep, Toji out at a bar. He exclaimed as such when the kids got home from school. When she asked why, he shrugged. "'Cause. I need a drink... alone."

She shrugged it off and continued to look after the kids. She didn't take it personally and she wasn't worried about infidelity. Toji was loyal, despite his gruff attitude he had masked often.

He loved her, and their kids. Plus, they both needed alone time from each other multiple times. It wasn't out of the ordinary. That changed when he stumbled in late, drunk.

He tried to kiss her, making her grimace and turn her head. That. The avoidance of his lips, the refusal is what set all of this off. And she didn't know why.

He usually didn't care of she avoided kissing him. Mainly because he'd kiss at her face anyway. "Don't need your lips anyway", he often grumbled. Not tonight.

Tonight, he took offense. He scoffs, stumbling back. "Oh, I see how it is. You doubtin' me now? Huh? After all I've done? I'm a pro, baby. I know how this works." That was 10 minutes ago...

Now? "What? You think I'm ugly? Huh? Is that it?" He growls, panicking. She could tell, she could see right through him. "You think I'm not good enough for you? Huh? You're jus' li-"

He hiccups, stumbling backward, making her instinctively jerk forward to help stabilize him before he did it himself. "You're jus' like everyone else." He sniffles, hair shadowing his face.

He swallows a sob, the sound painful as she watched him glare weakly at her. "No, I'm not, baby." She tried to reassure softly, standing, hands cautiously hovering.

He chortles humorlessly, leaning onto the bookshelf. She's surprised it didn't break or groan under his weight. "Jus' leave me and get it over with." He slurs, tugging at his hair.

"I used to be a star, you know? I'd make a looot of money with this. And then... then, you make me all fat an' soft." He grumbles, patting at his softening (but still muscle ridden) stomach.

"Had to make it somehow... and I was pretty d*mned good." He continues stumbling over to her, hands on her shoulders. "Don't you want me, baby? I'll do a good job."

"It shouldn't have to be a job, Toji." She utters sweetly, hands cupping his wrists. "We need to lay down, okay? Drink some water, sleep it off." "No." He tried to stand up straight.

"I'm not a baby. I'm strong enough to handle some d*mn... some... some drunk spell." Taking his wrists in her hands, she tugs him to bed. "That's not what I'm worried about, honey."

She manages to get him in bed. Luckily, his clothes didn't stink of alcohol. In addition, he was thankfully coherent enough to change into pajamas by himself.

She sits at the edge as he stared at the ceiling. "... the first time was when I left. Probably... sh*t, I can't even remember." He mumbles, squinting, looking childish and innocent for a moment.

"I... she offered me money, food, clothes. And I was hungry and cold. I didn't know." She nods patiently, eyes burning with tears and anger. "It's not like they teach you that stuff back home."

He suddenly looks to her. "I didn't mean to. I swear. I'd never do that now-" "I know, Toji, baby." She reassures, shushing him gently, rubbing at his forearm. He relaxes, staring.

She smiles softly, giggling a bit. "What?" He cracks a sad smirk at the sound. "... you make me feel like a normal person." She sighs. "You should be, silly."

He hums, closing his eyes. "... I'm sorry." "I know." She nods. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." "I'm not. Just worried about you." Her answers came so easily and honestly.

He takes her hand, making it lay on his cheek. She cracks a smile, trying not to laugh. "... I'll talk about it in the morning." "You don't have to." He stares up at her, scoffing.

"Gosh, I love you."

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[jujutsu-c-sen]

Kugisaki Nobara is a mean girl until you (as her bestie) correct her.

She'll avoid your gaze as you stare at the wide of her face in a scolding manner, watching her sweat. She goes to open her mouth in defense.

"No." She grumbles, looking off to the side with a pout. "What're you, my mom... he deserved it. That guy was a total-" "Kugisaki." You say in warning.

She groans loudly, dramatically. "Gosh! You can be such a-" "Excuse me?" You raise an eyebrow, leaning in. She instantly freezes and clears her throat.

"I didn't say anything." "But you did." You glare, lowkey offended. "What was it?" She tried to play it off, grinning.

"Have I told you how much I love you? You're such a good friend! I'd totally throw away anyone for you." "Mhm." You side eye her.

Her almost breaks. Almost. She hmphed, turning away once again. "I shouldn't have had to apologize. That way was a total loser-"

"He was trying his best, Nobara. Everyone has to start somewhere." You frown, being much more empathetic than your counterpart. She rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess."

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[jujutsu-c-sen]

Itadori Yuuji would love it when his awkward and shy friend would ask him about his interests.

He'd blink owlishly at you, his brain trying to catch up with what he had just heard. "... what?" "Did I say it wrong?" You ask with a grimace, looking off to the side.

He shakes his head, the book in his lap carelessly tossed to the side as a grin possesses his face. "No. I just didn't hear you. Could you say it again?" He leans forward, you back.

If he didn't hear you, why the heck was he grinning so hard? You don't look him in the eye. "I... I asked you what a human Earthworm was." He smiles even harder, frozen.

You were starting to get worried. "... Yuu-?" He grabs your hands, tightly, starting to rant faster than you could comprehend. "Wait, Yuuji-" He doesn't hear you.

Making gestures with his hands (them still in yours), you start to sweat nervously. You wanted to listen, you really did. But... you couldn't understand the bits you did hear.

"Does that make sense?" He asked, finally finished. You stared in disbelief. How the heck were you supposed to keep up with all of that!? You shyly shakes your head.

As an apology left your lips, he smiles and laughs at the uncomfortable facial expression of yours. He squeezes your hands, gentle but firm. "That's okay, really! We'll get there,"

You couldn't help but to smile back.

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