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Post-Shinjuku Arc | POV Hana Kurusu | Unrequited Love | Angst with a Happy Ending (not for Hana) | Healing & Recovery | Established Relationship | Family Dynamics | Fluff and Angst | Character Study | Generational Legacy | Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Bittersweet | Married Life | Next Generation | Spoilers
Synopsis: The war is over, and Megumi Fushiguro is broken. While Hana Kurusu desperately hopes her devotion can save him from his trauma, she quickly realizes she is just a reminder of the battle. You are his only anchor.
Through Hanaโs heartbroken perspective, this story follows Megumiโs healing journeyโfrom his raw confession declaring you his safe haven, to your marriage, and finally to the laughter of your children. A bittersweet tale of unconditional love and survival, where Megumi finds his ultimate happy ending in your arms, leaving Hana alone in the shadows of an unrequited love.
Word Count: ~3k
The air in Tokyo still tasted like ash, even months after the dust of Shinjuku had finally settled. For Hana Kurusu, the silence was the hardest part to get used to. Angelโs voice in her head was quiet now, a fading echo of a war that had torn the worldโand their soulsโapart. But the physical scars werenโt the ones that kept Hana awake at night. It was the hollow look in Megumi Fushiguroโs eyes.
Ever since he had been pulled back from the brink of Sukunaโs possession, Megumi had been a ghost walking among the living. He carried the weight of the bodies dropped, the cities leveled, and the sister lost. He barely spoke. He barely ate. Hana had stayed by his side, nursing her own wounds, secretly hoping that her presence, her devotion, and the fact that she had helped save him would mean something. She wanted to be the light that guided him out of his underworld.
But Hana was just a reminder of the battle. She wasnโt his savior. You were.
Hana stood at the end of the hospital corridor, the harsh fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, casting long, stark shadows on the linoleum floor. She was holding a small bouquet of wildflowers sheโd spent an hour picking near the campus ruins, a frail attempt to bring color into his bleak world. But she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the door to Megumiโs room was already ajar.
Through the crack, she saw him. For the first time in what felt like centuries, Megumi wasnโt staring blankly at the wall. He was sitting up, his dark, unruly hair falling over his forehead, his bandaged hands gripping the edge of the white hospital sheet.
And he was looking at you.
You were sitting in the plastic chair beside his bed, your fingers gently tracing the knuckles of his uninjured hand. You looked exhausted, bags under your eyes and clothes wrinkled from days of refusing to leave the premises, but to Megumi, it was clear you were the only thing anchored to reality.
โYou should be resting, Y/N.โ Megumiโs voice was incredibly raw, a low, gravelly rasp that Hana had rarely heard him use with anyone else. โYouโve been here for three days straight. Go home.โ
โI am home,โ you replied softly, your voice a soothing balm that seemed to visibly ease the tension in his rigid shoulders. โRight here. Iโm not leaving you, Megumi. Not again.โ
Hana felt a sharp, cold prickle in her chest. She took a half-step back into the shadows of the hallway, clutching the stems of the wildflowers a little too tightly.
Megumi closed his eyes for a long moment, inhaling sharply as if fighting back a wave of suffocating memories. When he opened them, the usual emotional barricades he kept raised against the entire world were entirely gone. There was a desperate, terrifying vulnerability in his dark green irises.
โWhen I was down there... in the dark,โ Megumi whispered, his voice trembling slightly, a rare crack in his stoic facade. โWhen I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and everything felt like a sin I couldn't wash off... I didn't think about the Jujutsu world. I didn't think about the clan. I just thought of you.โ
Hanaโs breath hitched. She pressed her back against the cool hallway wall, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
โMegumi...โ you started, but he cut you off, his grip on your hand tightening, refusing to let you pull away.
โLet me speak, please. If I don't say it now, I'll bury it forever,โ he urged, his gaze locked onto yours with a fierce, burning intensity. โHana... everyone... they look at me and they see a victim, or a weapon, or a leader they need to rebuild this broken society. They look at me and see Shinjuku. But you... you just see me. Youโve always been my safe haven, Y/N. Before the seals broke, before the culling game, and even more so now. I am broken. I know that. But if you'll have me... I want to spend the rest of my life trying to be whole for you. I love you.โ
From her hiding place, Hana watched a tear finally escape Megumiโs eye, tracking down his scarred cheek. It was a confession born from the ashes of devastationโa raw, unyielding declaration of a love that had survived the worst curse in history.
And as she looked down at the bright, useless flowers in her hand, Hana realized with a crushing, agonizing certainty that there would never, ever be a space for her in Megumi Fushiguroโs heart. You held the key to his soul, and she was just a spectator to a healing process she could never be a part of.
Months bled into a year, and Tokyo slowly began to reconstruct itself from the skeletal remains left by the war. The sorcerer society was changing, but for Hana, time felt entirely stagnant. Her armโthe one ripped away by Sukunaโstill suffered from phantom pains on rainy days, but it was nothing compared to the ache that swelled in her chest every time she visited the campus grounds.
Because everywhere she looked, she saw the two of you.
Megumi had finally been discharged from the hospital, and though the shadows under his eyes remained, they were no longer pitch-black pits of despair. He was healing. He was smiling againโrare, genuine smiles that curled the corners of his lips. But those smiles were a currency he only spent on you.
Hana sat on the vending machine bench, her fingers tightly wrapped around a cold can of coffee. From this distance, she had a perfect view of the courtyard. You were sitting on the grass, a textbook open in your lap, while Megumi sat beside you. He wasn't paying attention to the pages. His gaze was entirely fixed on your face, his hand gently reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear.
โYouโre staring again, Fushiguro,โ you murmured, not looking up from your notes, though a bright blush crept up your neck. โIf you don't study, Gojo-sensei's old records won't organize themselves.โ
โLet them stay messy,โ Megumi replied, his voice softer, lighter than Hana had ever thought possible. โIโd rather look at you.โ
You finally looked up, letting out a soft laugh that echoed through the quiet courtyard, hitting Hanaโs ears like a physical blow. You leaned forward and pressed a quick, tender kiss to his cheek. Megumi didn't flinch. He didn't pull away. Instead, he pulled you closer by the waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if you were his oxygen.
Hana looked down at her coffee can, her knuckles turning white. It felt like a cruel joke. She was the one who had admired him from afar for years. She was the one who had crossed paths with destiny to save him. Yet, in the story of Megumi Fushiguroโs recovery, Hana was nothing but a footnote. A background character.
A few days later, Hana found herself walking behind the two of you through the bustling streets of Shibuya, which was finally coming back to life. It was your first official date in the city, and she had coincidentally run into you. You, being kind and completely oblivious to her suffering, had invited her to walk with you.
It was pure torture.
The city was loud, but all Hana could focus on was the way Megumiโs fingers were tightly intertwined with yours, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. He was hyper-vigilant, keeping his body positioned between you and the crowd, protecting you from the slightest jostle.
โAre you cold, Y/N?โ Megumi asked suddenly, stopping near a storefront. The autumn breeze was starting to pick up.
โA little,โ you admitted, shivering slightly. โBut I'm fine, really.โ
Without a second thought, Megumi unbuttoned his heavy dark coat, wrapping it around your shoulders before you could even protest. He pulled the lapels together, his face only inches from yours as he secured it.
โI told you to wear layers,โ he chided gently, though his eyes were warm, filled with an devotion that made Hanaโs stomach turn. โDon't make me worry.โ
โYou worry too much anyway,โ you teased, burying your face into the collar of his coat, which clearly smelled of his signature sandalwood and rain scent.
Megumi leaned down, his lips meeting yours right there on the sidewalk. It wasn't a hidden kiss in a hospital room anymore; it was public, confident, and completely unbothered by the world around him. He was proud to belong to you.
Hana stopped walking, letting the crowd surge past her, separating her from the two of you. She watched your retreating figuresโyou, drowned in his oversized coat, and him, with his arm draped securely over your shoulders.
She looked down at her own bare, trembling hands. Nobody was checking to see if she was cold. Nobody was holding her hand to keep her anchored. She was completely alone in the world they had all fought so hard to save. Their happy ending had begun, and it was built on the complete erasure of her own hopes.
Years didn't just heal the wounds of the past; they buried them under the mundane routines of peace. The Jujutsu world had stabilized, and Megumi Fushiguro had taken his place as a pillar of the new era. He was stronger, wiser, and completely grounded. Everyone praised his growth, but Hana knew the truth. He wasn't strong for the Jujutsu world; he was strong so he could build a safe life for you.
And today was the culmination of that strength.
The traditional shrine was surrounded by blooming cherry blossoms, their pink petals drifting through the spring air like soft confetti. Hana stood near the back of the courtyard, dressed in a formal kimono that felt far too tight around her chest, suffocating her. She watched the guests chat, laugh, and celebrate. Maki, Inumaki, Yuji, Nobaraโeveryone was there, beaming with a joy that had been earned through blood and tears.
Then, the doors opened.
Hanaโs breath caught in her throat. You stepped out, wearing a flawless white shiromuku wedding kimono. You looked breathtaking, radiant, and completely at peace. But Hana didnโt look at you for long. Her eyes immediately drifted to Megumi.
He was standing at the altar, dressed in his formal black robes. The man who had once been defined by shadows, cynicism, and a death wish was looking at you as if you were the dawn after a lifetime of night. His breath visibly hitched, and for a split second, his stoic mask completely crumbled, replaced by a raw, overwhelming awe.
As you walked down the aisle toward him, Megumi didn't wait for you to reach the altar. He stepped forward, breaking tradition, and reached out to take your hand early.
โYou look... incredible, Y/N,โ Megumi whispered, his voice cracking slightly with emotion, completely ignoring the soft, teasing chuckles from Yuji and Nobara behind him.
โYou don't look too bad yourself, Fushiguro,โ you replied, your eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness as you squeezed his hand.
โI promised you a life where you wouldn't have to cry anymore,โ Megumi said softly, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear that had managed to escape your eyes. โI intend to keep that promise every single day.โ
Hana watched them exchange their vows, the traditional sake cups raised and drained, sealing their souls together for eternity. Every word Megumi spoke was a dagger to her heart, but she couldn't look away. It was a beautiful, agonizing execution of her last remaining illusions.
Later, during the reception, the alcohol flowed and the atmosphere grew lively. Hana found herself sitting at a corner table, nursing a cup of sake she barely tasted. She watched you and Megumi danceโor rather, sway slowly to the music. Megumi had his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, his chin resting gently on top of your head. You had your eyes closed, listening to his heartbeat.
โHana, right?โ A voice interrupted her thoughts. It was one of the younger sorcerers, offering her a polite smile. โAren't you going to congratulate them? You were a big part of why Fushiguro-san is even here today, after all.โ
Hanaโs smile felt like cracked porcelain on her face.
โI think... they have everything they need right there,โ Hana replied, her voice hollow, dropping to a whisper. โThey don't need my congratulations.โ
She stood up, leaving her drink behind, and quietly slipped out of the reception hall before anyone could notice her departure. She walked out into the cool spring night, the distant sounds of laughter and music fading behind her.
She looked up at the moon, the same moon that had witnessed the horrors of Shinjuku. Megumi had built a fortress of love and security around you, a sanctuary where no curses could ever touch you again. He was whole. He was happy. And Hana was finally forced to swallow the bitter truth: she had saved his life, but she had never been destined to live it with him. She was a ghost from a war he had gladly left behind to be with you.
More years collapsed into the past, turning the horrors of Shinjuku into distant chapters in history textbooks. The world had moved on, and so had the survivors. But moving on meant different things for different people. For Megumi and you, it meant building a legacy born from love, not curses.
For Hana, it meant becoming a permanent ghost in the background of your perfect life.
It was a warm summer afternoon when Hana found herself walking near the traditional estate Megumi had reclaimed for his family. She hadn't intended to visitโshe rarely did anymore, the pain was too acuteโbut she had been delivering a report to the nearby Jujutsu branch. As she passed the tall wooden gates of your home, a sound stopped her dead in her tracks.
It was the high-pitched, melodic laughter of children.
Hana stepped closer, peering through the gap in the wooden fence. The sight that met her eyes felt like a beautiful, devastating painting.
The backyard was lush and green. There, sitting on the wooden engawa porch, were you and Megumi. You looked older, softer, a mature grace radiating from you as you leaned against his shoulder. Megumi had his arm wrapped securely around your waist, his dark hair now slightly shorter, but his eyes... his eyes had never been brighter.
In the middle of the grass, two small children were playing. A boy, about four years old, with your eyes and Megumiโs unruly dark hair, was clumsily trying to summon a shadow puppet. Beside him, a younger girl with a bright, wide smile was chasing a pair of harmless, glowing divine dogsโsmaller, gentler manifestations Megumi had created just to make his children laugh.
โLook, Papa! I did it! I made a bird!โ the little boy shouted proudly, holding up his tiny hands in the shape of a wing, casting a faint shadow on the grass.
Megumiโs face softened into an expression of pure, unadulterated adorationโa look he used to only give to you, but now shared with the family you had given him. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head before calling out to his son.
โGood job, Hisashi,โ Megumi said, his voice deep, warm, and brimming with pride. โBut keep your wrists firmer. Like this. Your mother always tells me you inherit my stubbornness, so make sure you inherit my technique too.โ
โHey! I am not stubborn,โ you laughed, gently nudging his ribs with your elbow.
โYou stayed by my side in a hospital room for days when the whole world was burning, Y/N,โ Megumi murmured, his tone dropping into that familiar, intensely private cadence that always made Hanaโs heart bleed. He pulled you closer, pressing his forehead against yours. โYou are the most stubborn person I know. And thank God for that. Because of you, they have a world where they can just be kids. Because of you, I am alive to see it.โ
โI love you, Megumi,โ you whispered against his lips.
โI love you more, Y/N. Always.โ
Hana stepped back, her boot clicking against the stone pavement. The sound was entirely drowned out by the happy giggles of your children and the barks of the shadow wolves.
She walked away from the estate, her head bowed, her hands shoved deep into her pockets. Tears, cold and silent, finally began to track down her cheeks.
There was no malice in her heart for you, nor for Megumi. That was the most tragic part. You were a wonderful mother, a perfect wife, and the absolute savior of the man she had loved in silence for a lifetime. Megumi deserved this peace. He had suffered enough for three lifetimes, and you had given him the happy ending he earned.
But as Hana looked up at the vast, empty blue sky, she realized her own story had ended a long time ago. She had played her part in the war, saved the boy she adored, and in return, the world had given her nothing but a front-row seat to his happiness with someone else.
She was completely alone, a forgotten relic of a dark past, walking down a lonely path while Megumi and you thrived in the beautiful, sunlit sanctuary of the life you had built together.
This bittersweet story was a special request for @alebrasil0101! Seeing Megumi finally find his peace and safe haven in your arms warms my heart, even if Hana had to watch from the shadows. I really hope you all enjoyed this emotional journey into their future! Thank you so much for reading! โก
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Nanami spends his life keeping his professional mask perfectly in place. Tonight, he's here for a service that requires absolute surrender and heโs more than ready to be hollowed out. โก
AN : Femdom, Submissive Nanami, Forced surrender, Duct tape mummification, Chastity cage, Sensory torture, Overstimulation, Relentless control, Degradation, High-stakes power dynamics, Transactional intimacy, Porn with no plot.
Nanami Kentoโs tie felt like a noose, and for once, it wasn't just a metaphor. The city lights of Tokyo blurred into streaks of neon grime as he gripped his steering wheel, his knuckles white. Another day of crushing bureaucratic monotony, another day of suppressing the urge to walk out and never return. He pulled into the dimly lit parking structure of the Hotel Nocturne, the familiar hideaway where he shed his professional skin.
He sat in the silence of the cabin for a long moment. He had a dirty secret, one that required absolute surrender. He took a long, jagged breath, forcing the tension out of his shoulders before stepping out into the cold night air.
You were waiting for him in the dimly lit suite. As he stepped inside, the weight of his exhaustion was visible in the slump of his shoulders. You looked him up and down, a knowing smirk playing on your lips.
โLong day, Nanami-san?โ
He didnโt answer with words. He dropped to his knees in front of you, his movements heavy and uncharacteristically desperate. He looked up at you, his golden eyes raw with a silent, consuming plea for you to strip away his autonomy. He didn't need to speak; the way he tilted his head, baring his neck, was a complete surrender of his will.
โPlease,โ he whispered, the sound thick with fatigue, โtake control.โ
Within minutes, he was stripped bare, his broad, solid frame exposed to the clinical harshness of the room. He lay on the bed, his chest already heaving, his skin glistening with the first sheen of sweat. You began the process of mummification. The sharp, chemical scent of the adhesive filled his nostrils as you wound the tape around his torso. Each layer was a suffocating layer of silence, tighter than the last.
He couldn't fight the claustrophobia that clawed at his chest; he was nothing but a trussed-up piece of meat, ripe for the taking, his muscles rippling and straining against the confinement of the tape. He was a silent, twitching sculpture of frustration.
You noticed his leather briefcase left on the vanity. You unzipped it, revealing his favorite fountain pen tucked into the side pocket. A cruel smile touched your lips. You returned to him, the pen cold and heavy in your hand. You traced the nib down the corded muscles of his bicep, then dragged it slow and agonizingly across his pectorals.
He didn't fight the pen; he followed it. Every line you traced sent a jolt through him. His breathing turned into shallow, ragged gasps that echoed against the silent walls of the suite.
โPhlhh... mmm... phlhsh...โ
The word was muffled, forced through his clenched teeth as you pressed the pen harder into the center of his chest. You moved lower, trailing the metal tip down the plane of his abs. He tried to process the logic of your touch, searching for some pattern or purpose in the way you teased him, but realized with a jolt of helpless ecstasy that there was noneโonly your whim. A low, broken whimper tore from his throat as he watched you move, his entire body trembling in a rhythmic, involuntary dance of arousal.
Then, you caught him off guard. Before he could anticipate the shift in rhythm, you reached for the chastity cage hidden in your pocket. With a swift, authoritative motion, you forced it into place. The cage was a brutal, cold invasion against his straining, sensitive flesh; you mocked the way his body jumped in agony. The steel biting into him felt like a brand, a permanent reminder that his body no longer belonged to himโit belonged to your hunger. The sharp, mechanical click cut through the air.
He bucked violently against the bed, his back arching, a sound of profound shock and misery exploding from him. He began to beg, thrashing against his bindings, his eyes wild with the sudden, restrictive reality of the cage.
โPhlhh... stoph... phlhsh!โ
You leaned in, your voice a silk-edged blade against his ear, silencing his protest with a touch to his forehead.
โStop? No, Nanami-san. You donโt need release. You need to be broken far more deeply than this. You came here because you need to be hollowed out, and we are only just beginning.โ
You step back to fully admire the spectacle: Nanami, a man usually defined by his rigid composure and cold calculation, is now nothing more than a mound of trembling muscle, bound and gasping. Sweat slicks his chest, making the layers of duct tape binding him glisten under the dim lights. His hair is matted against his forehead, and his golden eyesโthe same ones that held such arrogant assurance this morningโare now glassy, lost in a haze of raw distress and a hunger he cannot satiate.
You have no intention of letting him recover. You want him to drown in his own need.
You approach him again, but this time, you abandon all pretense of playfulness. You use your own hands, digging your thumbs into his pectorals, pressing deep enough to leave blooming red marks on his flushed skin, then drag them slowly, agonizingly, down the corded lines of his abdomen. At every pass, he jerks, his muscles fighting against the tape, his entire frame shuddering as he struggles to suppress a scream.
He tries to look away, but you clamp your hand around his jaw, forcing him to meet your gaze.
"Look at me. Look at what youโve become. A magnificent, broken toy who canโt even beg properly."
You give him no reprieve. You trail your fingers downward, your nails raking over his skin in calculated, punishing strokes until you reach the steel cage imprisoning him. He bucks violently against the bed, a muffled, wet sound escaping through the adhesive sealing his lips.
"Phlhh... mmm-nn... phlhsh!"
You laugh softly, a cold sound that cuts through the heavy air. You straddle him, your weight pinning him down. You crush your mouth against his, capturing his lips in a brutal, possessive kiss through the thick layers of tape. It is a kiss devoid of affection, laden with pure, unadulterated dominance. While you kiss him, you grip the cage with a firm, punishing hand, squeezing it until the steel bites into him.
You break the kiss just enough to murmur against his mouth, your voice low, sharp, and commanding:
"Hush now, Nanami. Actually, don't. I want to hear you shatter. Keep making noise for me... be a wreck for me. Be my object."
You resume the torture, twisting the cage with a slow, deliberate force that makes the metal grind against his sensitized skin. He is completely undone, his body a battlefield of involuntary spasms. He whines, he thrashes, but you are the absolute master of his pleasure and his agony. You press against the locking mechanism, vibrating the pain deep into his anatomy, pushing him closer and closer to the absolute edge of his sanity.
"Yw... mmmph... phlhh-sh... mmm-nn!"
"See? Even you don't know what you want anymore," you sneer, your voice dripping with mockery. You lean down, pressing your index finger hard into the hollow of his throat, watching his pulse jump frantically beneath your touch.
"One second you're begging for mercy..."
You trace the line of the tape binding his wrists with a deliberate, slow drag of your fingernails, causing his shoulders to twitch in a pathetic, rhythmic shiver.
"...the next you're practically panting for me to ruin you."
You stand up, pacing a slow circle around the bed, your gaze never leaving him. You stop by his head, grabbing a handful of his hair to tilt his face back, exposing the raw, desperate vulnerability of his expression.
"You're so desperate to be used that you can't even keep your own story straight. How pathetic is it that your entire 'composed' life has boiled down to this?"
You lean down until your lips are inches from his ear, blowing a cold breath against the damp skin of his cheek before tracing the outline of his jaw with the tip of your tongue.
"Just a man on a bed, shaking, waiting for me to tell him what he's allowed to feel."
You move back, straddling his waist once more and pressing your palm flat against his heaving, tape-covered solar plexus, forcing the air from his lungs.
"Go ahead, keep crying for me. I love listening to a man of your stature turn into such a pretty, broken mess."
You don't give him a second to recover. You return your hand to the cage, but this time, you abandon all mercy. You stop teasing and start working. You grip the cold steel with a vice-like intensity, pulling upward while simultaneously using your other hand to track the taut, spasming muscles of his inner thighs.
He is beyond the point of reasoning. His entire field of vision has narrowed to the pressure of your touch and the electric, agonizing friction of the cage grinding against his sensitivity. He begins to buckโwild, uncoordinated, and franticโhis body acting on pure instinct. His breathing has become a series of sharp, jagged hiccups that rattle against the tape.
โMmmph! Phlh-sh! G-ghnn!โ
"There it is," you whisper, your voice dropping to a low, commanding rasp.
"Give it all to me. Give me every bit of that control you've been clutching so tightly all day."
You twist your wrist, applying the final, brutal bit of leverage. You don't offer him the comfort of a gentle touch; you use his body, twisting the mechanism until his pleasure turns into a scream he can't release. You watch with clinical detachment as he peaksโa raw, messy, humiliating release that leaves him sobbing into the tape, his dignity completely stripped away, his body arching in a silent, violent spasm of pleasure that leaves him trembling and hollowed out.
He lies there for a long time, his chest heaving, his eyes unfocused and swimming with the aftermath of his surrender. He is completely spent, a broken instrument finally silenced.
You stand up, untangling yourself from him with a look of bored indifference. You lean down and peel the thick, adhesive tape from his lips with a sharp, quick motion, then press a lingering, soft peck against his mouth. A thin, satisfied smile curves your lips as you watch his dazed, shattered reactionโhis gaze lingers on you with a hollow, desperate dependency.
You walk over to his discarded suit jacket and reach into the inside pocket, pulling out his leather wallet. You don't offer him a whisper of affection; you just strip his wallet of his hard-earned money, the sound of the notes being your only answer to his pathetic state.
You fan the money out in your hand, the crisp sound of the paper cutting through the silence of the room. You look over your shoulder at him, catching his glazed, exhausted gaze, and murmur,
"I have to say, I absolutely love our collaboration, Nanami-san."
Request for @midnightking24! Thank you for this intense prompt. It was an absolute delight to dismantle Nanami's composure for you. I hope you love the result! Let me know if you want to see more of this dynamic, I'm all ears! ( หถหแหหต )
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Post-Shinjuku Arc | POV Hana Kurusu | Unrequited Love | Angst with a Happy Ending (not for Hana) | Healing & Recovery | Established Relationship | Family Dynamics | Fluff and Angst | Character Study | Generational Legacy | Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Bittersweet | Married Life | Next Generation | Spoilers
Synopsis: The war is over, and Megumi Fushiguro is broken. While Hana Kurusu desperately hopes her devotion can save him from his trauma, she quickly realizes she is just a reminder of the battle. You are his only anchor.
Through Hanaโs heartbroken perspective, this story follows Megumiโs healing journeyโfrom his raw confession declaring you his safe haven, to your marriage, and finally to the laughter of your children. A bittersweet tale of unconditional love and survival, where Megumi finds his ultimate happy ending in your arms, leaving Hana alone in the shadows of an unrequited love.
Word Count: ~3k
The air in Tokyo still tasted like ash, even months after the dust of Shinjuku had finally settled. For Hana Kurusu, the silence was the hardest part to get used to. Angelโs voice in her head was quiet now, a fading echo of a war that had torn the worldโand their soulsโapart. But the physical scars werenโt the ones that kept Hana awake at night. It was the hollow look in Megumi Fushiguroโs eyes.
Ever since he had been pulled back from the brink of Sukunaโs possession, Megumi had been a ghost walking among the living. He carried the weight of the bodies dropped, the cities leveled, and the sister lost. He barely spoke. He barely ate. Hana had stayed by his side, nursing her own wounds, secretly hoping that her presence, her devotion, and the fact that she had helped save him would mean something. She wanted to be the light that guided him out of his underworld.
But Hana was just a reminder of the battle. She wasnโt his savior. You were.
Hana stood at the end of the hospital corridor, the harsh fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, casting long, stark shadows on the linoleum floor. She was holding a small bouquet of wildflowers sheโd spent an hour picking near the campus ruins, a frail attempt to bring color into his bleak world. But she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the door to Megumiโs room was already ajar.
Through the crack, she saw him. For the first time in what felt like centuries, Megumi wasnโt staring blankly at the wall. He was sitting up, his dark, unruly hair falling over his forehead, his bandaged hands gripping the edge of the white hospital sheet.
And he was looking at you.
You were sitting in the plastic chair beside his bed, your fingers gently tracing the knuckles of his uninjured hand. You looked exhausted, bags under your eyes and clothes wrinkled from days of refusing to leave the premises, but to Megumi, it was clear you were the only thing anchored to reality.
โYou should be resting, Y/N.โ Megumiโs voice was incredibly raw, a low, gravelly rasp that Hana had rarely heard him use with anyone else. โYouโve been here for three days straight. Go home.โ
โI am home,โ you replied softly, your voice a soothing balm that seemed to visibly ease the tension in his rigid shoulders. โRight here. Iโm not leaving you, Megumi. Not again.โ
Hana felt a sharp, cold prickle in her chest. She took a half-step back into the shadows of the hallway, clutching the stems of the wildflowers a little too tightly.
Megumi closed his eyes for a long moment, inhaling sharply as if fighting back a wave of suffocating memories. When he opened them, the usual emotional barricades he kept raised against the entire world were entirely gone. There was a desperate, terrifying vulnerability in his dark green irises.
โWhen I was down there... in the dark,โ Megumi whispered, his voice trembling slightly, a rare crack in his stoic facade. โWhen I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and everything felt like a sin I couldn't wash off... I didn't think about the Jujutsu world. I didn't think about the clan. I just thought of you.โ
Hanaโs breath hitched. She pressed her back against the cool hallway wall, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
โMegumi...โ you started, but he cut you off, his grip on your hand tightening, refusing to let you pull away.
โLet me speak, please. If I don't say it now, I'll bury it forever,โ he urged, his gaze locked onto yours with a fierce, burning intensity. โHana... everyone... they look at me and they see a victim, or a weapon, or a leader they need to rebuild this broken society. They look at me and see Shinjuku. But you... you just see me. Youโve always been my safe haven, Y/N. Before the seals broke, before the culling game, and even more so now. I am broken. I know that. But if you'll have me... I want to spend the rest of my life trying to be whole for you. I love you.โ
From her hiding place, Hana watched a tear finally escape Megumiโs eye, tracking down his scarred cheek. It was a confession born from the ashes of devastationโa raw, unyielding declaration of a love that had survived the worst curse in history.
And as she looked down at the bright, useless flowers in her hand, Hana realized with a crushing, agonizing certainty that there would never, ever be a space for her in Megumi Fushiguroโs heart. You held the key to his soul, and she was just a spectator to a healing process she could never be a part of.
Months bled into a year, and Tokyo slowly began to reconstruct itself from the skeletal remains left by the war. The sorcerer society was changing, but for Hana, time felt entirely stagnant. Her armโthe one ripped away by Sukunaโstill suffered from phantom pains on rainy days, but it was nothing compared to the ache that swelled in her chest every time she visited the campus grounds.
Because everywhere she looked, she saw the two of you.
Megumi had finally been discharged from the hospital, and though the shadows under his eyes remained, they were no longer pitch-black pits of despair. He was healing. He was smiling againโrare, genuine smiles that curled the corners of his lips. But those smiles were a currency he only spent on you.
Hana sat on the vending machine bench, her fingers tightly wrapped around a cold can of coffee. From this distance, she had a perfect view of the courtyard. You were sitting on the grass, a textbook open in your lap, while Megumi sat beside you. He wasn't paying attention to the pages. His gaze was entirely fixed on your face, his hand gently reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear.
โYouโre staring again, Fushiguro,โ you murmured, not looking up from your notes, though a bright blush crept up your neck. โIf you don't study, Gojo-sensei's old records won't organize themselves.โ
โLet them stay messy,โ Megumi replied, his voice softer, lighter than Hana had ever thought possible. โIโd rather look at you.โ
You finally looked up, letting out a soft laugh that echoed through the quiet courtyard, hitting Hanaโs ears like a physical blow. You leaned forward and pressed a quick, tender kiss to his cheek. Megumi didn't flinch. He didn't pull away. Instead, he pulled you closer by the waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if you were his oxygen.
Hana looked down at her coffee can, her knuckles turning white. It felt like a cruel joke. She was the one who had admired him from afar for years. She was the one who had crossed paths with destiny to save him. Yet, in the story of Megumi Fushiguroโs recovery, Hana was nothing but a footnote. A background character.
A few days later, Hana found herself walking behind the two of you through the bustling streets of Shibuya, which was finally coming back to life. It was your first official date in the city, and she had coincidentally run into you. You, being kind and completely oblivious to her suffering, had invited her to walk with you.
It was pure torture.
The city was loud, but all Hana could focus on was the way Megumiโs fingers were tightly intertwined with yours, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. He was hyper-vigilant, keeping his body positioned between you and the crowd, protecting you from the slightest jostle.
โAre you cold, Y/N?โ Megumi asked suddenly, stopping near a storefront. The autumn breeze was starting to pick up.
โA little,โ you admitted, shivering slightly. โBut I'm fine, really.โ
Without a second thought, Megumi unbuttoned his heavy dark coat, wrapping it around your shoulders before you could even protest. He pulled the lapels together, his face only inches from yours as he secured it.
โI told you to wear layers,โ he chided gently, though his eyes were warm, filled with an devotion that made Hanaโs stomach turn. โDon't make me worry.โ
โYou worry too much anyway,โ you teased, burying your face into the collar of his coat, which clearly smelled of his signature sandalwood and rain scent.
Megumi leaned down, his lips meeting yours right there on the sidewalk. It wasn't a hidden kiss in a hospital room anymore; it was public, confident, and completely unbothered by the world around him. He was proud to belong to you.
Hana stopped walking, letting the crowd surge past her, separating her from the two of you. She watched your retreating figuresโyou, drowned in his oversized coat, and him, with his arm draped securely over your shoulders.
She looked down at her own bare, trembling hands. Nobody was checking to see if she was cold. Nobody was holding her hand to keep her anchored. She was completely alone in the world they had all fought so hard to save. Their happy ending had begun, and it was built on the complete erasure of her own hopes.
Years didn't just heal the wounds of the past; they buried them under the mundane routines of peace. The Jujutsu world had stabilized, and Megumi Fushiguro had taken his place as a pillar of the new era. He was stronger, wiser, and completely grounded. Everyone praised his growth, but Hana knew the truth. He wasn't strong for the Jujutsu world; he was strong so he could build a safe life for you.
And today was the culmination of that strength.
The traditional shrine was surrounded by blooming cherry blossoms, their pink petals drifting through the spring air like soft confetti. Hana stood near the back of the courtyard, dressed in a formal kimono that felt far too tight around her chest, suffocating her. She watched the guests chat, laugh, and celebrate. Maki, Inumaki, Yuji, Nobaraโeveryone was there, beaming with a joy that had been earned through blood and tears.
Then, the doors opened.
Hanaโs breath caught in her throat. You stepped out, wearing a flawless white shiromuku wedding kimono. You looked breathtaking, radiant, and completely at peace. But Hana didnโt look at you for long. Her eyes immediately drifted to Megumi.
He was standing at the altar, dressed in his formal black robes. The man who had once been defined by shadows, cynicism, and a death wish was looking at you as if you were the dawn after a lifetime of night. His breath visibly hitched, and for a split second, his stoic mask completely crumbled, replaced by a raw, overwhelming awe.
As you walked down the aisle toward him, Megumi didn't wait for you to reach the altar. He stepped forward, breaking tradition, and reached out to take your hand early.
โYou look... incredible, Y/N,โ Megumi whispered, his voice cracking slightly with emotion, completely ignoring the soft, teasing chuckles from Yuji and Nobara behind him.
โYou don't look too bad yourself, Fushiguro,โ you replied, your eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness as you squeezed his hand.
โI promised you a life where you wouldn't have to cry anymore,โ Megumi said softly, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear that had managed to escape your eyes. โI intend to keep that promise every single day.โ
Hana watched them exchange their vows, the traditional sake cups raised and drained, sealing their souls together for eternity. Every word Megumi spoke was a dagger to her heart, but she couldn't look away. It was a beautiful, agonizing execution of her last remaining illusions.
Later, during the reception, the alcohol flowed and the atmosphere grew lively. Hana found herself sitting at a corner table, nursing a cup of sake she barely tasted. She watched you and Megumi danceโor rather, sway slowly to the music. Megumi had his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, his chin resting gently on top of your head. You had your eyes closed, listening to his heartbeat.
โHana, right?โ A voice interrupted her thoughts. It was one of the younger sorcerers, offering her a polite smile. โAren't you going to congratulate them? You were a big part of why Fushiguro-san is even here today, after all.โ
Hanaโs smile felt like cracked porcelain on her face.
โI think... they have everything they need right there,โ Hana replied, her voice hollow, dropping to a whisper. โThey don't need my congratulations.โ
She stood up, leaving her drink behind, and quietly slipped out of the reception hall before anyone could notice her departure. She walked out into the cool spring night, the distant sounds of laughter and music fading behind her.
She looked up at the moon, the same moon that had witnessed the horrors of Shinjuku. Megumi had built a fortress of love and security around you, a sanctuary where no curses could ever touch you again. He was whole. He was happy. And Hana was finally forced to swallow the bitter truth: she had saved his life, but she had never been destined to live it with him. She was a ghost from a war he had gladly left behind to be with you.
More years collapsed into the past, turning the horrors of Shinjuku into distant chapters in history textbooks. The world had moved on, and so had the survivors. But moving on meant different things for different people. For Megumi and you, it meant building a legacy born from love, not curses.
For Hana, it meant becoming a permanent ghost in the background of your perfect life.
It was a warm summer afternoon when Hana found herself walking near the traditional estate Megumi had reclaimed for his family. She hadn't intended to visitโshe rarely did anymore, the pain was too acuteโbut she had been delivering a report to the nearby Jujutsu branch. As she passed the tall wooden gates of your home, a sound stopped her dead in her tracks.
It was the high-pitched, melodic laughter of children.
Hana stepped closer, peering through the gap in the wooden fence. The sight that met her eyes felt like a beautiful, devastating painting.
The backyard was lush and green. There, sitting on the wooden engawa porch, were you and Megumi. You looked older, softer, a mature grace radiating from you as you leaned against his shoulder. Megumi had his arm wrapped securely around your waist, his dark hair now slightly shorter, but his eyes... his eyes had never been brighter.
In the middle of the grass, two small children were playing. A boy, about four years old, with your eyes and Megumiโs unruly dark hair, was clumsily trying to summon a shadow puppet. Beside him, a younger girl with a bright, wide smile was chasing a pair of harmless, glowing divine dogsโsmaller, gentler manifestations Megumi had created just to make his children laugh.
โLook, Papa! I did it! I made a bird!โ the little boy shouted proudly, holding up his tiny hands in the shape of a wing, casting a faint shadow on the grass.
Megumiโs face softened into an expression of pure, unadulterated adorationโa look he used to only give to you, but now shared with the family you had given him. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head before calling out to his son.
โGood job, Hisashi,โ Megumi said, his voice deep, warm, and brimming with pride. โBut keep your wrists firmer. Like this. Your mother always tells me you inherit my stubbornness, so make sure you inherit my technique too.โ
โHey! I am not stubborn,โ you laughed, gently nudging his ribs with your elbow.
โYou stayed by my side in a hospital room for days when the whole world was burning, Y/N,โ Megumi murmured, his tone dropping into that familiar, intensely private cadence that always made Hanaโs heart bleed. He pulled you closer, pressing his forehead against yours. โYou are the most stubborn person I know. And thank God for that. Because of you, they have a world where they can just be kids. Because of you, I am alive to see it.โ
โI love you, Megumi,โ you whispered against his lips.
โI love you more, Y/N. Always.โ
Hana stepped back, her boot clicking against the stone pavement. The sound was entirely drowned out by the happy giggles of your children and the barks of the shadow wolves.
She walked away from the estate, her head bowed, her hands shoved deep into her pockets. Tears, cold and silent, finally began to track down her cheeks.
There was no malice in her heart for you, nor for Megumi. That was the most tragic part. You were a wonderful mother, a perfect wife, and the absolute savior of the man she had loved in silence for a lifetime. Megumi deserved this peace. He had suffered enough for three lifetimes, and you had given him the happy ending he earned.
But as Hana looked up at the vast, empty blue sky, she realized her own story had ended a long time ago. She had played her part in the war, saved the boy she adored, and in return, the world had given her nothing but a front-row seat to his happiness with someone else.
She was completely alone, a forgotten relic of a dark past, walking down a lonely path while Megumi and you thrived in the beautiful, sunlit sanctuary of the life you had built together.
This bittersweet story was a special request for @alebrasil0101! Seeing Megumi finally find his peace and safe haven in your arms warms my heart, even if Hana had to watch from the shadows. I really hope you all enjoyed this emotional journey into their future! Thank you so much for reading! โก
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why are you so talented?? also how long does it take you to draft these? they always feel so polished even when theyโre super chaotic lol
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Honestly, it really depends! Some of them come to me super fast when Iโm in the mood but for the more detailed ones I usually take a couple of hours spread over a few days to get the vibe right. Plus, since English isn't my first language, I end up re-reading everything over and over again to make sure it flows well. I do a lot of editing as I go because Iโm a perfectionist with the dialogue even when the plot is a complete mess lol
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Post-Shinjuku Arc | POV Hana Kurusu | Unrequited Love | Angst with a Happy Ending (not for Hana) | Healing & Recovery | Established Relationship | Family Dynamics | Fluff and Angst | Character Study | Generational Legacy | Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Bittersweet | Married Life | Next Generation | Spoilers
Synopsis: The war is over, and Megumi Fushiguro is broken. While Hana Kurusu desperately hopes her devotion can save him from his trauma, she quickly realizes she is just a reminder of the battle. You are his only anchor.
Through Hanaโs heartbroken perspective, this story follows Megumiโs healing journeyโfrom his raw confession declaring you his safe haven, to your marriage, and finally to the laughter of your children. A bittersweet tale of unconditional love and survival, where Megumi finds his ultimate happy ending in your arms, leaving Hana alone in the shadows of an unrequited love.
Word Count: ~3k
The air in Tokyo still tasted like ash, even months after the dust of Shinjuku had finally settled. For Hana Kurusu, the silence was the hardest part to get used to. Angelโs voice in her head was quiet now, a fading echo of a war that had torn the worldโand their soulsโapart. But the physical scars werenโt the ones that kept Hana awake at night. It was the hollow look in Megumi Fushiguroโs eyes.
Ever since he had been pulled back from the brink of Sukunaโs possession, Megumi had been a ghost walking among the living. He carried the weight of the bodies dropped, the cities leveled, and the sister lost. He barely spoke. He barely ate. Hana had stayed by his side, nursing her own wounds, secretly hoping that her presence, her devotion, and the fact that she had helped save him would mean something. She wanted to be the light that guided him out of his underworld.
But Hana was just a reminder of the battle. She wasnโt his savior. You were.
Hana stood at the end of the hospital corridor, the harsh fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, casting long, stark shadows on the linoleum floor. She was holding a small bouquet of wildflowers sheโd spent an hour picking near the campus ruins, a frail attempt to bring color into his bleak world. But she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the door to Megumiโs room was already ajar.
Through the crack, she saw him. For the first time in what felt like centuries, Megumi wasnโt staring blankly at the wall. He was sitting up, his dark, unruly hair falling over his forehead, his bandaged hands gripping the edge of the white hospital sheet.
And he was looking at you.
You were sitting in the plastic chair beside his bed, your fingers gently tracing the knuckles of his uninjured hand. You looked exhausted, bags under your eyes and clothes wrinkled from days of refusing to leave the premises, but to Megumi, it was clear you were the only thing anchored to reality.
โYou should be resting, Y/N.โ Megumiโs voice was incredibly raw, a low, gravelly rasp that Hana had rarely heard him use with anyone else. โYouโve been here for three days straight. Go home.โ
โI am home,โ you replied softly, your voice a soothing balm that seemed to visibly ease the tension in his rigid shoulders. โRight here. Iโm not leaving you, Megumi. Not again.โ
Hana felt a sharp, cold prickle in her chest. She took a half-step back into the shadows of the hallway, clutching the stems of the wildflowers a little too tightly.
Megumi closed his eyes for a long moment, inhaling sharply as if fighting back a wave of suffocating memories. When he opened them, the usual emotional barricades he kept raised against the entire world were entirely gone. There was a desperate, terrifying vulnerability in his dark green irises.
โWhen I was down there... in the dark,โ Megumi whispered, his voice trembling slightly, a rare crack in his stoic facade. โWhen I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and everything felt like a sin I couldn't wash off... I didn't think about the Jujutsu world. I didn't think about the clan. I just thought of you.โ
Hanaโs breath hitched. She pressed her back against the cool hallway wall, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
โMegumi...โ you started, but he cut you off, his grip on your hand tightening, refusing to let you pull away.
โLet me speak, please. If I don't say it now, I'll bury it forever,โ he urged, his gaze locked onto yours with a fierce, burning intensity. โHana... everyone... they look at me and they see a victim, or a weapon, or a leader they need to rebuild this broken society. They look at me and see Shinjuku. But you... you just see me. Youโve always been my safe haven, Y/N. Before the seals broke, before the culling game, and even more so now. I am broken. I know that. But if you'll have me... I want to spend the rest of my life trying to be whole for you. I love you.โ
From her hiding place, Hana watched a tear finally escape Megumiโs eye, tracking down his scarred cheek. It was a confession born from the ashes of devastationโa raw, unyielding declaration of a love that had survived the worst curse in history.
And as she looked down at the bright, useless flowers in her hand, Hana realized with a crushing, agonizing certainty that there would never, ever be a space for her in Megumi Fushiguroโs heart. You held the key to his soul, and she was just a spectator to a healing process she could never be a part of.
Months bled into a year, and Tokyo slowly began to reconstruct itself from the skeletal remains left by the war. The sorcerer society was changing, but for Hana, time felt entirely stagnant. Her armโthe one ripped away by Sukunaโstill suffered from phantom pains on rainy days, but it was nothing compared to the ache that swelled in her chest every time she visited the campus grounds.
Because everywhere she looked, she saw the two of you.
Megumi had finally been discharged from the hospital, and though the shadows under his eyes remained, they were no longer pitch-black pits of despair. He was healing. He was smiling againโrare, genuine smiles that curled the corners of his lips. But those smiles were a currency he only spent on you.
Hana sat on the vending machine bench, her fingers tightly wrapped around a cold can of coffee. From this distance, she had a perfect view of the courtyard. You were sitting on the grass, a textbook open in your lap, while Megumi sat beside you. He wasn't paying attention to the pages. His gaze was entirely fixed on your face, his hand gently reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear.
โYouโre staring again, Fushiguro,โ you murmured, not looking up from your notes, though a bright blush crept up your neck. โIf you don't study, Gojo-sensei's old records won't organize themselves.โ
โLet them stay messy,โ Megumi replied, his voice softer, lighter than Hana had ever thought possible. โIโd rather look at you.โ
You finally looked up, letting out a soft laugh that echoed through the quiet courtyard, hitting Hanaโs ears like a physical blow. You leaned forward and pressed a quick, tender kiss to his cheek. Megumi didn't flinch. He didn't pull away. Instead, he pulled you closer by the waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if you were his oxygen.
Hana looked down at her coffee can, her knuckles turning white. It felt like a cruel joke. She was the one who had admired him from afar for years. She was the one who had crossed paths with destiny to save him. Yet, in the story of Megumi Fushiguroโs recovery, Hana was nothing but a footnote. A background character.
A few days later, Hana found herself walking behind the two of you through the bustling streets of Shibuya, which was finally coming back to life. It was your first official date in the city, and she had coincidentally run into you. You, being kind and completely oblivious to her suffering, had invited her to walk with you.
It was pure torture.
The city was loud, but all Hana could focus on was the way Megumiโs fingers were tightly intertwined with yours, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. He was hyper-vigilant, keeping his body positioned between you and the crowd, protecting you from the slightest jostle.
โAre you cold, Y/N?โ Megumi asked suddenly, stopping near a storefront. The autumn breeze was starting to pick up.
โA little,โ you admitted, shivering slightly. โBut I'm fine, really.โ
Without a second thought, Megumi unbuttoned his heavy dark coat, wrapping it around your shoulders before you could even protest. He pulled the lapels together, his face only inches from yours as he secured it.
โI told you to wear layers,โ he chided gently, though his eyes were warm, filled with an devotion that made Hanaโs stomach turn. โDon't make me worry.โ
โYou worry too much anyway,โ you teased, burying your face into the collar of his coat, which clearly smelled of his signature sandalwood and rain scent.
Megumi leaned down, his lips meeting yours right there on the sidewalk. It wasn't a hidden kiss in a hospital room anymore; it was public, confident, and completely unbothered by the world around him. He was proud to belong to you.
Hana stopped walking, letting the crowd surge past her, separating her from the two of you. She watched your retreating figuresโyou, drowned in his oversized coat, and him, with his arm draped securely over your shoulders.
She looked down at her own bare, trembling hands. Nobody was checking to see if she was cold. Nobody was holding her hand to keep her anchored. She was completely alone in the world they had all fought so hard to save. Their happy ending had begun, and it was built on the complete erasure of her own hopes.
Years didn't just heal the wounds of the past; they buried them under the mundane routines of peace. The Jujutsu world had stabilized, and Megumi Fushiguro had taken his place as a pillar of the new era. He was stronger, wiser, and completely grounded. Everyone praised his growth, but Hana knew the truth. He wasn't strong for the Jujutsu world; he was strong so he could build a safe life for you.
And today was the culmination of that strength.
The traditional shrine was surrounded by blooming cherry blossoms, their pink petals drifting through the spring air like soft confetti. Hana stood near the back of the courtyard, dressed in a formal kimono that felt far too tight around her chest, suffocating her. She watched the guests chat, laugh, and celebrate. Maki, Inumaki, Yuji, Nobaraโeveryone was there, beaming with a joy that had been earned through blood and tears.
Then, the doors opened.
Hanaโs breath caught in her throat. You stepped out, wearing a flawless white shiromuku wedding kimono. You looked breathtaking, radiant, and completely at peace. But Hana didnโt look at you for long. Her eyes immediately drifted to Megumi.
He was standing at the altar, dressed in his formal black robes. The man who had once been defined by shadows, cynicism, and a death wish was looking at you as if you were the dawn after a lifetime of night. His breath visibly hitched, and for a split second, his stoic mask completely crumbled, replaced by a raw, overwhelming awe.
As you walked down the aisle toward him, Megumi didn't wait for you to reach the altar. He stepped forward, breaking tradition, and reached out to take your hand early.
โYou look... incredible, Y/N,โ Megumi whispered, his voice cracking slightly with emotion, completely ignoring the soft, teasing chuckles from Yuji and Nobara behind him.
โYou don't look too bad yourself, Fushiguro,โ you replied, your eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness as you squeezed his hand.
โI promised you a life where you wouldn't have to cry anymore,โ Megumi said softly, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear that had managed to escape your eyes. โI intend to keep that promise every single day.โ
Hana watched them exchange their vows, the traditional sake cups raised and drained, sealing their souls together for eternity. Every word Megumi spoke was a dagger to her heart, but she couldn't look away. It was a beautiful, agonizing execution of her last remaining illusions.
Later, during the reception, the alcohol flowed and the atmosphere grew lively. Hana found herself sitting at a corner table, nursing a cup of sake she barely tasted. She watched you and Megumi danceโor rather, sway slowly to the music. Megumi had his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, his chin resting gently on top of your head. You had your eyes closed, listening to his heartbeat.
โHana, right?โ A voice interrupted her thoughts. It was one of the younger sorcerers, offering her a polite smile. โAren't you going to congratulate them? You were a big part of why Fushiguro-san is even here today, after all.โ
Hanaโs smile felt like cracked porcelain on her face.
โI think... they have everything they need right there,โ Hana replied, her voice hollow, dropping to a whisper. โThey don't need my congratulations.โ
She stood up, leaving her drink behind, and quietly slipped out of the reception hall before anyone could notice her departure. She walked out into the cool spring night, the distant sounds of laughter and music fading behind her.
She looked up at the moon, the same moon that had witnessed the horrors of Shinjuku. Megumi had built a fortress of love and security around you, a sanctuary where no curses could ever touch you again. He was whole. He was happy. And Hana was finally forced to swallow the bitter truth: she had saved his life, but she had never been destined to live it with him. She was a ghost from a war he had gladly left behind to be with you.
More years collapsed into the past, turning the horrors of Shinjuku into distant chapters in history textbooks. The world had moved on, and so had the survivors. But moving on meant different things for different people. For Megumi and you, it meant building a legacy born from love, not curses.
For Hana, it meant becoming a permanent ghost in the background of your perfect life.
It was a warm summer afternoon when Hana found herself walking near the traditional estate Megumi had reclaimed for his family. She hadn't intended to visitโshe rarely did anymore, the pain was too acuteโbut she had been delivering a report to the nearby Jujutsu branch. As she passed the tall wooden gates of your home, a sound stopped her dead in her tracks.
It was the high-pitched, melodic laughter of children.
Hana stepped closer, peering through the gap in the wooden fence. The sight that met her eyes felt like a beautiful, devastating painting.
The backyard was lush and green. There, sitting on the wooden engawa porch, were you and Megumi. You looked older, softer, a mature grace radiating from you as you leaned against his shoulder. Megumi had his arm wrapped securely around your waist, his dark hair now slightly shorter, but his eyes... his eyes had never been brighter.
In the middle of the grass, two small children were playing. A boy, about four years old, with your eyes and Megumiโs unruly dark hair, was clumsily trying to summon a shadow puppet. Beside him, a younger girl with a bright, wide smile was chasing a pair of harmless, glowing divine dogsโsmaller, gentler manifestations Megumi had created just to make his children laugh.
โLook, Papa! I did it! I made a bird!โ the little boy shouted proudly, holding up his tiny hands in the shape of a wing, casting a faint shadow on the grass.
Megumiโs face softened into an expression of pure, unadulterated adorationโa look he used to only give to you, but now shared with the family you had given him. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head before calling out to his son.
โGood job, Hisashi,โ Megumi said, his voice deep, warm, and brimming with pride. โBut keep your wrists firmer. Like this. Your mother always tells me you inherit my stubbornness, so make sure you inherit my technique too.โ
โHey! I am not stubborn,โ you laughed, gently nudging his ribs with your elbow.
โYou stayed by my side in a hospital room for days when the whole world was burning, Y/N,โ Megumi murmured, his tone dropping into that familiar, intensely private cadence that always made Hanaโs heart bleed. He pulled you closer, pressing his forehead against yours. โYou are the most stubborn person I know. And thank God for that. Because of you, they have a world where they can just be kids. Because of you, I am alive to see it.โ
โI love you, Megumi,โ you whispered against his lips.
โI love you more, Y/N. Always.โ
Hana stepped back, her boot clicking against the stone pavement. The sound was entirely drowned out by the happy giggles of your children and the barks of the shadow wolves.
She walked away from the estate, her head bowed, her hands shoved deep into her pockets. Tears, cold and silent, finally began to track down her cheeks.
There was no malice in her heart for you, nor for Megumi. That was the most tragic part. You were a wonderful mother, a perfect wife, and the absolute savior of the man she had loved in silence for a lifetime. Megumi deserved this peace. He had suffered enough for three lifetimes, and you had given him the happy ending he earned.
But as Hana looked up at the vast, empty blue sky, she realized her own story had ended a long time ago. She had played her part in the war, saved the boy she adored, and in return, the world had given her nothing but a front-row seat to his happiness with someone else.
She was completely alone, a forgotten relic of a dark past, walking down a lonely path while Megumi and you thrived in the beautiful, sunlit sanctuary of the life you had built together.
This bittersweet story was a special request for @alebrasil0101! Seeing Megumi finally find his peace and safe haven in your arms warms my heart, even if Hana had to watch from the shadows. I really hope you all enjoyed this emotional journey into their future! Thank you so much for reading! โก
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Hiiiiiiii there! Stumbled upon ur old posts about that perfect girl x psycho gojo and likeโฆ i am obsessed?? Like the way u write that specific brand of crazy is actually insane... are u ever gonna do a comeback for that dynamic? bc i need more of that chaos in my life fr ๐๏ธ๐ซฆ๐๏ธ
Hiiiiii! Omg thank you so much, I am literally CRYING that youโre obsessed! (โกยฐโฝยฐโก) That specific brand of crazy was so much fun to write but honestly I think Iโm gonna leave those two parts as they are for nowโI really feel like their story reached its peak there!
BUT... definitely expect more of that chaos! That dynamic is 100% my JAM! ( ยด โฝ ` )
nanami working at the office and dealing with incompetence is my kink, i said what i said
ABSOLUTELY, you're speaking my language! (โงโกโฆ)
Dealing with pure, unadulterated incompetence is literally his biggest mood and honestly? Itโs PEAK Nanami. Watching him try to hold it together while heโs clearly about to lose his mind is such a top-tier kink, no judgment hereโI said what I said too! (๊แด๊)
Nanami spends his life keeping his professional mask perfectly in place. Tonight, he's here for a service that requires absolute surrender and heโs more than ready to be hollowed out. โก
AN : Femdom, Submissive Nanami, Forced surrender, Duct tape mummification, Chastity cage, Sensory torture, Overstimulation, Relentless control, Degradation, High-stakes power dynamics, Transactional intimacy, Porn with no plot.
Nanami Kentoโs tie felt like a noose, and for once, it wasn't just a metaphor. The city lights of Tokyo blurred into streaks of neon grime as he gripped his steering wheel, his knuckles white. Another day of crushing bureaucratic monotony, another day of suppressing the urge to walk out and never return. He pulled into the dimly lit parking structure of the Hotel Nocturne, the familiar hideaway where he shed his professional skin.
He sat in the silence of the cabin for a long moment. He had a dirty secret, one that required absolute surrender. He took a long, jagged breath, forcing the tension out of his shoulders before stepping out into the cold night air.
You were waiting for him in the dimly lit suite. As he stepped inside, the weight of his exhaustion was visible in the slump of his shoulders. You looked him up and down, a knowing smirk playing on your lips.
โLong day, Nanami-san?โ
He didnโt answer with words. He dropped to his knees in front of you, his movements heavy and uncharacteristically desperate. He looked up at you, his golden eyes raw with a silent, consuming plea for you to strip away his autonomy. He didn't need to speak; the way he tilted his head, baring his neck, was a complete surrender of his will.
โPlease,โ he whispered, the sound thick with fatigue, โtake control.โ
Within minutes, he was stripped bare, his broad, solid frame exposed to the clinical harshness of the room. He lay on the bed, his chest already heaving, his skin glistening with the first sheen of sweat. You began the process of mummification. The sharp, chemical scent of the adhesive filled his nostrils as you wound the tape around his torso. Each layer was a suffocating layer of silence, tighter than the last.
He couldn't fight the claustrophobia that clawed at his chest; he was nothing but a trussed-up piece of meat, ripe for the taking, his muscles rippling and straining against the confinement of the tape. He was a silent, twitching sculpture of frustration.
You noticed his leather briefcase left on the vanity. You unzipped it, revealing his favorite fountain pen tucked into the side pocket. A cruel smile touched your lips. You returned to him, the pen cold and heavy in your hand. You traced the nib down the corded muscles of his bicep, then dragged it slow and agonizingly across his pectorals.
He didn't fight the pen; he followed it. Every line you traced sent a jolt through him. His breathing turned into shallow, ragged gasps that echoed against the silent walls of the suite.
โPhlhh... mmm... phlhsh...โ
The word was muffled, forced through his clenched teeth as you pressed the pen harder into the center of his chest. You moved lower, trailing the metal tip down the plane of his abs. He tried to process the logic of your touch, searching for some pattern or purpose in the way you teased him, but realized with a jolt of helpless ecstasy that there was noneโonly your whim. A low, broken whimper tore from his throat as he watched you move, his entire body trembling in a rhythmic, involuntary dance of arousal.
Then, you caught him off guard. Before he could anticipate the shift in rhythm, you reached for the chastity cage hidden in your pocket. With a swift, authoritative motion, you forced it into place. The cage was a brutal, cold invasion against his straining, sensitive flesh; you mocked the way his body jumped in agony. The steel biting into him felt like a brand, a permanent reminder that his body no longer belonged to himโit belonged to your hunger. The sharp, mechanical click cut through the air.
He bucked violently against the bed, his back arching, a sound of profound shock and misery exploding from him. He began to beg, thrashing against his bindings, his eyes wild with the sudden, restrictive reality of the cage.
โPhlhh... stoph... phlhsh!โ
You leaned in, your voice a silk-edged blade against his ear, silencing his protest with a touch to his forehead.
โStop? No, Nanami-san. You donโt need release. You need to be broken far more deeply than this. You came here because you need to be hollowed out, and we are only just beginning.โ
You step back to fully admire the spectacle: Nanami, a man usually defined by his rigid composure and cold calculation, is now nothing more than a mound of trembling muscle, bound and gasping. Sweat slicks his chest, making the layers of duct tape binding him glisten under the dim lights. His hair is matted against his forehead, and his golden eyesโthe same ones that held such arrogant assurance this morningโare now glassy, lost in a haze of raw distress and a hunger he cannot satiate.
You have no intention of letting him recover. You want him to drown in his own need.
You approach him again, but this time, you abandon all pretense of playfulness. You use your own hands, digging your thumbs into his pectorals, pressing deep enough to leave blooming red marks on his flushed skin, then drag them slowly, agonizingly, down the corded lines of his abdomen. At every pass, he jerks, his muscles fighting against the tape, his entire frame shuddering as he struggles to suppress a scream.
He tries to look away, but you clamp your hand around his jaw, forcing him to meet your gaze.
"Look at me. Look at what youโve become. A magnificent, broken toy who canโt even beg properly."
You give him no reprieve. You trail your fingers downward, your nails raking over his skin in calculated, punishing strokes until you reach the steel cage imprisoning him. He bucks violently against the bed, a muffled, wet sound escaping through the adhesive sealing his lips.
"Phlhh... mmm-nn... phlhsh!"
You laugh softly, a cold sound that cuts through the heavy air. You straddle him, your weight pinning him down. You crush your mouth against his, capturing his lips in a brutal, possessive kiss through the thick layers of tape. It is a kiss devoid of affection, laden with pure, unadulterated dominance. While you kiss him, you grip the cage with a firm, punishing hand, squeezing it until the steel bites into him.
You break the kiss just enough to murmur against his mouth, your voice low, sharp, and commanding:
"Hush now, Nanami. Actually, don't. I want to hear you shatter. Keep making noise for me... be a wreck for me. Be my object."
You resume the torture, twisting the cage with a slow, deliberate force that makes the metal grind against his sensitized skin. He is completely undone, his body a battlefield of involuntary spasms. He whines, he thrashes, but you are the absolute master of his pleasure and his agony. You press against the locking mechanism, vibrating the pain deep into his anatomy, pushing him closer and closer to the absolute edge of his sanity.
"Yw... mmmph... phlhh-sh... mmm-nn!"
"See? Even you don't know what you want anymore," you sneer, your voice dripping with mockery. You lean down, pressing your index finger hard into the hollow of his throat, watching his pulse jump frantically beneath your touch.
"One second you're begging for mercy..."
You trace the line of the tape binding his wrists with a deliberate, slow drag of your fingernails, causing his shoulders to twitch in a pathetic, rhythmic shiver.
"...the next you're practically panting for me to ruin you."
You stand up, pacing a slow circle around the bed, your gaze never leaving him. You stop by his head, grabbing a handful of his hair to tilt his face back, exposing the raw, desperate vulnerability of his expression.
"You're so desperate to be used that you can't even keep your own story straight. How pathetic is it that your entire 'composed' life has boiled down to this?"
You lean down until your lips are inches from his ear, blowing a cold breath against the damp skin of his cheek before tracing the outline of his jaw with the tip of your tongue.
"Just a man on a bed, shaking, waiting for me to tell him what he's allowed to feel."
You move back, straddling his waist once more and pressing your palm flat against his heaving, tape-covered solar plexus, forcing the air from his lungs.
"Go ahead, keep crying for me. I love listening to a man of your stature turn into such a pretty, broken mess."
You don't give him a second to recover. You return your hand to the cage, but this time, you abandon all mercy. You stop teasing and start working. You grip the cold steel with a vice-like intensity, pulling upward while simultaneously using your other hand to track the taut, spasming muscles of his inner thighs.
He is beyond the point of reasoning. His entire field of vision has narrowed to the pressure of your touch and the electric, agonizing friction of the cage grinding against his sensitivity. He begins to buckโwild, uncoordinated, and franticโhis body acting on pure instinct. His breathing has become a series of sharp, jagged hiccups that rattle against the tape.
โMmmph! Phlh-sh! G-ghnn!โ
"There it is," you whisper, your voice dropping to a low, commanding rasp.
"Give it all to me. Give me every bit of that control you've been clutching so tightly all day."
You twist your wrist, applying the final, brutal bit of leverage. You don't offer him the comfort of a gentle touch; you use his body, twisting the mechanism until his pleasure turns into a scream he can't release. You watch with clinical detachment as he peaksโa raw, messy, humiliating release that leaves him sobbing into the tape, his dignity completely stripped away, his body arching in a silent, violent spasm of pleasure that leaves him trembling and hollowed out.
He lies there for a long time, his chest heaving, his eyes unfocused and swimming with the aftermath of his surrender. He is completely spent, a broken instrument finally silenced.
You stand up, untangling yourself from him with a look of bored indifference. You lean down and peel the thick, adhesive tape from his lips with a sharp, quick motion, then press a lingering, soft peck against his mouth. A thin, satisfied smile curves your lips as you watch his dazed, shattered reactionโhis gaze lingers on you with a hollow, desperate dependency.
You walk over to his discarded suit jacket and reach into the inside pocket, pulling out his leather wallet. You don't offer him a whisper of affection; you just strip his wallet of his hard-earned money, the sound of the notes being your only answer to his pathetic state.
You fan the money out in your hand, the crisp sound of the paper cutting through the silence of the room. You look over your shoulder at him, catching his glazed, exhausted gaze, and murmur,
"I have to say, I absolutely love our collaboration, Nanami-san."
Request for @midnightking24! Thank you for this intense prompt. It was an absolute delight to dismantle Nanami's composure for you. I hope you love the result! Let me know if you want to see more of this dynamic, I'm all ears! ( หถหแหหต )
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Heyyy! Can u do a react on them seeing us cry while watching a super sad movie? I feel like Geto would be all sweet and comforting, but Gojo would probably just make fun of us before actually cuddling usโฆ let me know what u think!
That is such a cute scenario, I love it! Thank you so much for the suggestion. ( หถหแหหต )
I'm definitely going to add this to my list to work on soon. If you have any other ideas for scenarios or reactions, please don't hesitate to share themโI'd love to hear what else you're thinking! (ใฃหฯหฯ )
iโm so awkward so iโm staying anon, but do u ever get burnt out writing all these guys?? like how do u keep the voices straight? love ur work!
That is so sweet of you to ask! Honestly, the burnout is definitely realโsome days my brain feels like total mush after writing for hours ( หถหแหหต )
To be fair, keeping their voices straight is actually easier than it sounds. Because each of them has such a distinct "energy" in my head, I just lean into their specific personality and it flows from there. When I'm really fried, I just step away from the keyboard to recharge until the spark comes back (เนโขฬแดโขฬ)ู
i found your blog just recently and i love it, not just the fic recs but the aesthetic too! and you seem like a very sweet and caring person as well! :3
dunno if this has been asked (or mentioned) before, but who's your fav jjk character and why?
also, what other animes (or shows) have you watched!
my weeks been pretty busy, i've got exams coming up, so i've been stuck studying instead of reading gut-wrenching fanfics ๐, those take less mental energy (most times anyway). I've also recently started watching one piece! It's really really good! Luffy and Sanji are my top favs so far, i'm only on episode 201, i'm not finishing it any time soon, lol.
also, sorry if this abrupt (or bothering you at all), i just saw your recent post and how you didn't mind getting little life/yapping asks - though ig it was DM's, but i'm a bit too shy ๐ , so i'll have to go with this for now - and i love getting to know people, so i decided to send this!
Hi love!!! Thank you so much for your compliments and your messageโit honestly means the world to me and you just made my day! Iโm literally crying over here lmao (ใฃโฅโฏ๏นโฐโฅc)
Iโm so happy youโre liking the aesthetic and my writing! :3
To answer your questions:
For my week, itโs been pretty chaotic! I work as an accountant here in France and with the volume of work right now, things are moving at lightning speed. It's intense, but writing helps me stay sane!
As for my favorite jjk character, Nanami and Choso... honestly, itโs such a tough call. I think Iโm just weak for characters who carry so much weight on their shoulders. Nanami, for me, is all about that unshakeable professional mask he wears, but underneath, thereโs that profound, tragic sense of duty and sacrifice that makes him feel so damn real. And Choso is just so adorable like the way his entire world revolves around his brothers and how fiercely he protects what he lovesโit hits me right in the feels every single time (โกยดโขโโข`โก)
Iโve been into anime for about 15 years now, so Iโve seen a ton of stuffโhonestly, I couldnโt even list them all if I tried! Iโve watched most of the popular, accessible ones like One piece (very good choice) DBZ, MHA, SNK, Haikyuu... As for some of the less mainstream ones that I really enjoyed, I remember Dororo, Akame ga Kill, and Ajin. Iโve also really liked series like Parasyte, Deadman Wonderland or Dorohedoroโbut this is definitely a non-exhaustive list! Tokyo Ghoul is still my all-time favorite work, though (the manga is just on another level compared to the anime). To be fair, I think I read way more than I watch these days, I just find it so much more immersive!
Please don't be shy! If you ever feel like DMing me, go for it, Iโd love to chat (ยด๏ฝกโข แต โข๏ฝก`) โก
And seriously, good luck with your exams! I know exactly how draining that grind can be but youโre doing great. Stay focused, take care of yourself and just crush those examsโyou've got this! Talk soon!!!
Megumi is surprisingly sensitive ยท @megumisrighttoe โง๏ฝฅ๏พ
โฆ ๐๐ช๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ค๐ฉ๐จ๐ช
Yuta falls asleep when you kiss him ยท @hidingwhere โง๏ฝฅ๏พ
โฆ ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐ค ๐๐๐๐ง๐
I could fuck you better ยท @lemonswirlss โง๏ฝฅ๏พ
โฆ ๐ผ๐ก๐ก ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ข
Too litte, too late โ jjk men ยท @reveries0fmine โง๏ฝฅ๏พ
Huge shoutout to these talented writers! Please go shower them with love and check out their blogs, they're honestly so gifted โก
My week was a total blur and pretty chaotic (rip my sleep schedule), so I really hope yours was way more chill! If you also had a rough one and just need to vent or talk about anything at all, my DMs are always open <3 Iโd love to chat with you guys about life, not just requests!
Satoru strolls into the kitchen with his usual brilliant smile, but stops dead in his tracks the moment he catches sight of the plate. He slides his blindfold up with one finger, examining your creation with his Six Eyes as if analyzing a special-grade cursed object, then lets out a theatrical laugh.
โWow, Sweetheart! I knew you were talented, but this... even with Infinity active, Iโm not sure I want to let this thing anywhere near my taste buds.โ He teases, pointing at a highly suspicious, unidentified substance at the bottom of the dish.
Seeing your pout, he steps closer and wraps his massive arms around you, pressing a fond kiss to your temple. โAw, donโt be like that. Itโs the thought that counts, right? Come on, letโs leave this at Shokoโs lab for chemical analysis and go buy a mountain of mochi and pizza instead. The Strongest is paying!โ
Suguru observes the table with his legendary calm and a polite, soft smile, though a slight twitch at the corner of his eye betrays his internal shock. He sits down gracefully, joins his hands, and murmurs a reverent "Itadakimasu" before taking a small bite.
His face freezes for a fraction of a second. It looks as though he just forced down a particularly foul, bitter cursed spirit, but out of pure love and respect for you, he forces a perfect swallow.
โIt is... a highly adventurous combination of flavors, my Beloved,โ he says, his deep voice slightly strained but entirely gentle. He sets his chopsticks down carefully and takes both of your hands in his to prevent you from tasting your own disaster. โNext time, please, allow me to cook. Preparing meals for the one who holds my heart is a ritual I cherish... and it will preserve our health for the new world.โ
Nanami pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his exhausted, end-of-the-day gaze locking onto the charred offering. He lets out a heavy, profound sighโthe sigh of a man realizing his evening now requires an unplanned emergency protocol.
He methodically removes his suit jacket, neatly rolls up his shirt sleeves, and steps up to the counter. โThe seasoning ratio is completely incorrect, the cooking time exceeded the critical threshold by exactly seven minutes, and the texture is... deeply concerning.โ
He crosses his arms, looking down at you with a sternness that safely hides a flicker of affection. โThis is a flagrant inefficiency, Darling. Go sit down. I will restructure this meal and order something suitable. Tomorrow, we will establish a strict schedule where I handle the kitchen exclusively. It is a matter of public health.โ
Hiromi rubs the bridge of his nose, looking just as utterly defeated by your plate as if he had just lost a high-profile capital case. He looks at the dish, then at you, completely defenseless against the culinary crime.
โI am... trying to find mitigating circumstances,โ he begins in a low, gravelly voice, a tired but incredibly gentle smile brushing his lips. โBut the evidence is undeniable. This is a flagrant culinary misdemeanor.โ
He sits down heavily, staring at the strange smoke rising from the pan. โDon't worry about it. After the days I spend drowning in the dark side of human nature, a little chaos in my kitchen wonโt kill me. But for your own safety... letโs put this dish out of its misery. Come on, Iโm taking you to the diner down the street. I desperately need a drink, and you are officially barred from the stove until further notice.โ
Choso immediately panics. The second he sees the bizarre color of the food and the smoke wafting into the air, his hyper-protective big brother instincts kick into absolute overdrive. He lunges forward to snatch the plate out of your hands.
โDon't touch that, my love! Itโs toxic!โ he exclaims, his eyes wide with genuine distress as he grabs your hands to check your fingers for burns. โAre you alright? Did you inhale any of the fumes?โ
Once heโs entirely certain youโre unharmed, he looks at the ruined meal with a wave of intense guilt, utterly convinced he failed you. โI'm so sorry... A good older brother should have taken care of the cooking so you wouldn't have to suffer in here. Wait here, Iโll ask Yuji to teach us some basic recipes. Until then, I... could try to purify the dish with my blood? No? Okay, letโs just order takeout.โ
Toji glances at the table, lets out a harsh, raspy chuckle, and slumps into a chair, crossing his long legs. He casually picks up a piece of the food with his bare fingers, tosses it into his mouth, chews once, and immediately spits it out into a napkin with a dramatic smirk.
โJesus, Ma... You trying to poison the old man to collect the life insurance policy or what?โ he grunts, a purely provocative grin stretching across his scarred lips. He reaches out, grabbing you by the waist to yank you onto his lap, his rough, calloused hands anchoring on your hips.
โThis tastes like old boot leather. Lucky for you, youโve got other assets to make up for it,โ he laughs raspy against your ear, completely ignoring your offended look. โAlright, don't move. Toss me your wallet, I'm going to hit the drive-thru. And count your blessings Megumi isn't hereโheโd have set Divine Dog on you for less than this.โ
Naoya takes one look at the plate and bursts into a condescending, entirely obnoxious laugh. He crosses his arms, leaning back and looking down his nose at you with a sneering, arrogant smirk.
โAre you serious, Doll? Youโre actually serving me this?โ he scoffs, using the tip of one finger to push the plate away with deep disgust. โA woman tied to the main Zenin branch who canโt even boil rice without burning the damn pot... Itโs pathetic. If the clan elders saw this, theyโd throw you right into the kitchens to wash dishes with the servants.โ
He steps closer, wrapping his fingers firmly around your chin to force your head back, his eyes flashing with a cruel but intensely possessive heat. โLucky for you, I didnโt choose you for your cooking skills. Throw this dog food in the trash and go get changed. Weโre going out, and you better think of a very good way to make up for this fiasco later tonight.โ
The temperature in the room drops instantly. Sukuna, lounging lazily on his throne of skulls, lowers all four of his crimson eyes down to the culinary offering you just placed before him. His stomach-mouth lets out a wet, guttural growl of pure contempt.
โYou dare present this foul garbage to the King of Curses?โ his tectonic voice rumbles, making the walls vibrate. With a lazy flick of his wrist, he sends the plate flying across the room, smashing it directly into the far wall. โIt is an insult to my palate. If you did not belong to me, I would have diced you into eight pieces for less.โ
He stands up, his massive four-armed frame completely towering over you as he traps the nape of your neck in an iron grip, pulling you flush against his chest. โUraume has been preparing human masterpieces for millennia, and you cannot even control a basic flame. From now on, you do not touch the hearth. I decide what you consume, and if I get hungry... it might be you I decide to feast on, Woman.โ
Yuji blinks at the plate, his eyes widening in pure comic horror, but he instantly tries to scramble and save your feelings. He waves his hands frantically, a nervous sweat dropping down his neck as he forces a huge, painfully bright smile.
โAh! Wow! Itโs... uh... itโs got a really unique shape, doesn't it?!โ he stammers, trying to find a compliment as he takes a brave, massive bite. His face turns an interesting shade of green, his inner monologue screaming in agony, but he swallows it like an absolute champ.
He thumps his chest, tearing up slightly. โItโs great! Really! Just... maybe a little heavy on the... charcoal flavor?โ Seeing your defeated expression, he immediately drops the act, laughing softly as he rubs the back of his neck and pulls you into a warm, comforting hug. โOkay, okay, I gave it my best shot! Don't look so sad! Hey, how about we cook something together? Iโll teach you my secret recipe for meatballs. Itโs super easy, promise!โ
Megumi stares down at the plate with a completely deadpan, stoic expression. He doesn't say a word for a solid ten seconds, his dark eyes tracking a thin wispy trail of black smoke still curling up from the center of the dish.
He lets out a small, tired sigh, adjusting his collar. โDid you use cursed energy to cook this? Because otherwise, I donโt understand how you managed to alter the molecular structure of vegetables this badly.โ
He looks up at you, his usual moody exterior softening just a fraction when he sees you looking defensive. He walks over to the cabinet, pulls out two bowls of instant ramen, and sets them on the counter. โSit down before you burn the kitchen down. Iโll boil the water. And please... just leave the cooking to me from now on. Iโd prefer it if we both survived the week.โ
Inspired by the time i accidentally turned a chicken curry into charcoal. Iโm usually a great cook, but even the best chefs have their off days, right?
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I'm working on a few different requests right now and Iโm so indecisive about which one to finish and post first! Help me choose what you want to see next! (โฟโกโฟโก)
Help me decide what to write next!
Aladin AU series (Hiromi x Servant!Reader)
Childhood Rivals series (Naoya x Sorcerer!Reader)
Something dark/spicy (Nanami)
Voting ended onMay 30
Don't worry, all three of these are coming eventuallyโthe poll just helps me decide the order! ( อกยฐ อส อกยฐ)
The polls have officially closed with 122 votes! Thank you so much to everyone who participatedโI was honestly sweating bullets watching the percentages move until the very last second. You all have very specific tastes, and I love it.
Here are the final standings:
1st Place (Winner): Something dark/spicy (Nanami Kento) - 45.9%
2nd Place: Childhood Rivals series (Naoya Zenin) - 33.6%
3rd Place: Aladin AU series (Hiromi Higuruma) - 20.5%
You are all so naughty... Nanami stans, you really came through and claimed your victory! Iโm already putting the finishing touches on the fic and it will be out this Monday. Get ready because itโs going to be intense (TW: mummification and chastity) (อ โ อสอ โ)
Don't worry, the other ideas aren't going anywhere; theyโre just waiting in line for their turn in the spotlight. Again, thank you for all the engagement and the votes. You guys are the best!
I'm working on a few different requests right now and Iโm so indecisive about which one to finish and post first! Help me choose what you want to see next! (โฟโกโฟโก)
Help me decide what to write next!
Aladin AU series (Hiromi x Servant!Reader)
Childhood Rivals series (Naoya x Sorcerer!Reader)
Something dark/spicy (Nanami)
Voting ended onMay 30
Don't worry, all three of these are coming eventuallyโthe poll just helps me decide the order! ( อกยฐ อส อกยฐ)
