Misplaced Lens Cap
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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almost home
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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DEAR READER
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Acquired Stardust
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Claire Keane
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Please tell me someone saw that GOW trailer for Faye 🥹🥹🥹🥹🤤
Genuinely am so excited…and did yall see her fighting style???
Saurrr amazing
(I say this only to watch someone play it instead of buying it cuz hahaha why would I do that…🤔)
Okay so boom
Next chap miiiiiight come out on Monday or sometime early this week 👀
(final preparations, reasoning for the delay, and my lack of patience have led me to a better schedule now 🥹)
Guys I’m high key impatient with posting, even while knowing damn well finals are coming up and I’m not even done with the next chapter 😭💔
(next chapter will probably be in a couple days or on Friday…unfortunately)
(I’m aware that I just posted a chapter and then ranting not even a minute later 🥹)
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A blue lock story, cont. <3 - Chapter 2
Welcome to the Sundae Teens Club!
summary. present day reader and a new character is introduced :3 the first dynamic is revealed :o
content. fluff, humor, light suggestiveness (barely)
other. please enjoy, and let me know what you guys think so far!
The light at the desk flickered temporarily, but enough times that you subconsciously straightened your tilting posture, snapping out of the trance that left your eyes with an afterimage of the white page you had been studying.
‘I can’t even understand this crap anymore,’
you grumbled to yourself, having rubbed your eyes viciously for the past 5 minutes, praying you could retain anything in the Physics textbook page to help for a homework that was due several days ago.
Of course, procrastinating till the last minute to finish your assignment wasn’t the smartest idea, but when your professors decided to slap 3 projects on your class on top of regular work—it being inconsiderate was an understatement—it got pushed aside fairly quickly.
Yawing, you pushed your chair back, glancing towards your roommate, Aria, who was mindlessly scrolling on her phone.
Glancing at her attire, you remembered that she had treated herself to the “at-home-spa-experience,” as she claimed, earlier in the night.
Her face was plastered in a green matcha mask—one of which she failed to persuade you to try earlier in the night, claiming that matcha was only performative when men were involved— while her hair was pulled back into a sleek, long ponytail, then adorning a pink silk pajama set.
You wore something similar: a lilac silk set that you bought coincidentally as her with a fluffy cat bonnet. Usually you would forget to wear one to bed, but after grumbling about the frizz it would leave on your twists, Aria soon became your alarm for it every night.
This night was no different.
She had plainly said, “Bonnet,” before you sat down to study, realizing your mistake and thanking her.
And funnily enough, the two of you had instantly become friends on the first week of move in day upon finding each other adorned with the same exact hello kitty pjs, deciding to wear it on the same night as each other at that (for the first time).
It made you smile.
Both you and Aria had one main thing in common: seeking a new environment away from pretentious classmates, the two of you recognizing this in each other once your own separate journeys eventually merged into one.
She was someone you were glad to have by your side, and you were sure it was the same for her too (Aria would say so every day since y’all have met).
Shuffling on fluffy white slippers, you ventured to the dining table to pick up the little welcome cakes that the girls in your hallway had gifted to you both.
Practically everyone knew the newfound success that would bloom from the karaoke place you and Aria discovered.
Everyone had been raving over it, and most excitedly told the both of you that they would attend the opening.
It was awesome to be part of a community for once, you thought after every reoccurring interaction.
While you shoved things to the side to make room in the fridge, you could hear Aria murmur something along the lines of “this shit makes no sense” and “what the hell is a Tung Tung Sahur” while a low audio permeated through the air in an annoying, robotic-like tone.
Recognizing her slow descent into the scary realm of brainrot, you lovingly spared her from the mental debate.
“Yo, ‘ria, can you believe we’re opening our own little teens club, like the ones in those old Disney films?”
you asked, prompting her to shift her eyes up at your back.
For a moment, she glanced up thoughtfully as if to stare at an imaginary thinking cloud.
“Hm, I mean it’s pretty crazy. They always seemed a bit far-fetched to create, but good thing we’re engineering majors,”
she joked while turning on her side to stare as you moved around the dining area.
“Also, don’t think that I don’t see you being lazy over there,”
your eyebrow lifted comically as Aria gave a sheepish, but guilty smile.
“Come help me with these dishes, would ya? It’s not really fair if I do all the work while you’re oogling me.”
You hadn’t missed her careful, yet invested gaze, one that you appreciated at moments where you stuttered too much out of nervousness or simply wanted to know if someone’s still attentive after your hours of rambling.
“Yeah, yeah grandma, I’m coming. I know your back is going to kill ya if you bend down too far. If you’re out of shape this quickly, how is your future boyfriend going to bend you over—”
“ARIA!!”
Sorry if it’s a bit short! I still want to include some banter (attempts at it) before the main, juicy part :p
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I just finished watching a show with my sister and wow, I actually feel my age now. Crazy thing to say, but it’s nice watching shows like the stereotypical girl would (holy shit, am I turning a new leaf from just watching YouTube??)
I feel like a boomer (not the best comparison) that just discovered what Tik Tok was instead of using Facebook or YouTube Shorts. Definitely YouTube shorts. Or Ai (I do not condone that). Or something else. But wow, I am totally going to plan out my summer like they have A total freaking upgrade (still love you KubzScouts).
I think I’m going to plan out my summer. Or even my fall. Definitely fall. Maybe even watch Gilmore girls or something?
Holy cow
(P.S. New chapter coming out soon :) after this next one, we will FINALLYYY see more of the blue lockers, promise ^w•)
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A blue lock story <3 - Chapter 1
Welcome back to the Sundae Club!
summary. the reveal of the reader’s backstory :v
content. fluff, humor, silly moments, nothing much else!
other. Sorry if it’s a shorter chapter, I’m not really into sappy or sad or depressing backstories since the environment for this book isn’t concerning any trauma (besides the ones that the blue lock characters have)
“Hey [Name]! Can I have your notes for this assignment? It’s so tiring to do on my own. I mean like – why do we even have to do this stupid thing anyways!”
“[Name], you’re so mature for your age!”
“Wow, [Name], can I borrow this? It’s so cute!! You literally have everything!”
Since as far back as both photo albums and your mom’s phone storage were set into motion to collect memories, you’ve always been an ace in both academics and creative arts.
Skills that would put frowns on the faces of your peers and had filled the hearts of parents with jealousy, only able to offer their sickly sweet praise to this unknown child that seemed to outrank their own.
Your parents could care less about the others, whether it be their unsolicited advice, that underneath it, would slow you down academically or some alternatively motivated scheme that involved the two of them sending you to a shady summer camp that screamed ‘Young Girl missing, please help us find her!’ posters to flood your town in less than 24 hours.
No matter the heated gazes you received on star student day, your parents remained to yell the loudest, to support their highly exceptional daughter. Each ‘A’ represented a newly added star in space granted to your colorful galaxy, streams of color dancing around to embrace them with ease.
However, it came with a disadvantage.
You were utterly alone. Alone in the sense that no one cared to reach past the image of a raging perfectionist that sought out for academic validation to the deeper, more personal parts of your identity.
It was annoying that your emotional aspects were disregarded simply because you paid attention and didn’t vape at the back of the school to kill your lungs in the future, something that they could easily do rather than believe you were a pretentious brat.
The problem was that your environment began producing the same old compliments and fake faces that began to blur with it, slowly becoming a place of discomfort rather than familiarity. It hadn't made it any better that the cultural solidarity you’d been yearning for existed nowhere near where you lived despite being in the better, more sensible part of your state.
You wished for it to change.
One afternoon, school had ended, and the tree leaves were riled up from the slight breeze tugging them along, littering your face with soft kisses as you passed by.
You had decided to walk home that day on a whim, wanting to enjoy the fresh air before being trapped inside and exposed to the millions of pounds of dust lingering around your bookshelf. The last time you went near it, your skin flared up in rashes the next day, simply from grabbing a manga from it when trying to pass the time on a boring weekend.
As you arrived at the entrance to your neighborhood, you cautiously peeked from the edge of the corner house to peep if your neighbors—the extremely rude, demon spawn humans that selfishly hogged all the parking spots in front of both your house and theirs— were home.
Phew, all clear!
Damn you probably looked weird as shit, but scoping out the area was absolutely necessary (not). Imagine someone came from behind you and saw this stalker like behavior-
“Uhm, hello?”
FAWWWWWK.
Snapping your head backwards, you came to realize that no one was even standing there.
Oh hell nah, I am NOT schizophrenia. You squinted your eyes suspiciously as if someone would jump out behind a thin ass tree to say that they were playing a prank on you.
But nope!
Nada.
Must be a side effect of the 3 hours of sleep you got the night before, staying up to read some delicious smu-
Ahahaha…
Anyways, you continued your journey home, imagining the buffet style platter you’d create for yourself (thank God for your inherited fast metabolism) when you saw a letter awkwardly jutting out from your mailbox.
Damn whoever did that clearly has no regard for their job or the nuance towards the enjoyment of collecting crispy, clean letters.
You yanked it out while fumbling for the key in your back pocket, entering your home to a savory aroma.
“Mum!! I’m home! Also, there was a letter at the mailbox and although it’s crinkled, it kinda looks important,”
you called out to her, pushing the door closed with your foot.
She peeked her head out from the kitchen, waving with a stew-stained wooden spoon, gesturing for you to come over.
“Welcome home, honey! You can open it right here since my hands are occupied right now, but I’ll be listening.”
Nodding, you shrugged off your backpack to scrape the sticky part off the envelope.
You sat next to the stove, peeking into the pot of stew your mom was cooking up.
A bunch of deliciousness just waiting for me!!
Shaking away your hungry thoughts, you turned your attention back to the now opened letter.
Scanning the first few lines, you realized its purpose.
Oh.
My.
God.
“I GOT IN!”
Soon, your sister knew.
Then your stepdad,
Then the entire damn family.
How did it even spread this quickly??
You honestly wondered with every phone call altering your phone, all filled with messages of: “Congratulations!”
It filled your heart with pride, and you were honestly excited for a fresh start through your acceptance into a foreign exchange student program for STEM students, a chance for eager students to gain knowledge for their desired field. Japan, besides its numerous issues, had been a place you’ve wanted to travel to since your young fascination with the admirable cherry blossom trees that grew in the park near your house.
The clothes, the culture, the architecture, all amazing and inviting. Exactly what you hoped for, and you got.
Your family, you hoped, would be okay without you for a little, so what was the harm in experiencing something and somewhere new?
Nothing.
Final notes:
Please let me know if you guys can recognize my story even though I changed the gif (if not, I’ll keep it the same as the one in the prologue).
Also, it’s going to be a few more chapters until the first blue lock mention 😅 (it’s worth it, I promise!)
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I think that’s everyone?
Now that I’m looking back on it, I dunno what to post first…the backstory or the introduction to the reader and another important character..🤔
I’m probably gonna flip a coin. But it’s coming out either tomorrow or Saturday!
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A blue lock story <3 - PROLOGUE
Welcome to the Sundae Teens Club!
summary. when one night experience turns into many (pause), and somehow some international students mix with the infamous blue lock
content. fluff, humor, immaturity, possible suggestiveness but probably not, fun, kids being kids
other. Intended to be black reader coded, however some parts will also be POC friendly for the most part :)
enjoy! and feedback would be appreciated ^^
In all honesty, you had no idea what the hell you were doing in Japan.
And you certainly had no idea how the initial, seemingly boring night your group of friends had to endure for a couple bucks transitioned to actively mingling with supposedly egotistical, surprisingly friendly, absurdly famous, jaw-droppingly attractive— like why were some of them prettier than you??— extremely popular LOSERS, which yes, is a defense mechanism because why would you feed into the egos of some wack teenage boys?
Did you mention that they were incredibly attractive?
Yeah.
Now sandwiched in a car amongst a mix of droopy-eyed teenagers with excitement radiating through the others, you, having lost some of your friends to the other vehicles, had your mind wandered back to the past to distract from the presence of the boys talking amongst themselves, some while sneaking (non-weird, I promise) glances at your relaxed figure.
As you looked out into the busy night, you had to ask yourself…
Where did this all even come from??
The week before…
Anri had a problem.
She knew what she signed up for with the whole Blue Lock project—heck she was even the one to develop the original concept herself, fighting tooth and nail to even receive a mere maybe from the inconspicuous higher ups in the company.
However, maybe the guilt of participating in Ego’s manic psychological battle grounds had brought her to this idea.
They were boys. Certainly reckless and nonsensical at times, but at the end of the day, they became exhausted like every other human being, in need of a break even for one day.
Anri thought so.
She had been observing their progress per usual, which was exceptional, though not surprising considering their environment, however, she knew that emotional burnout wasn't something that could be always visually recorded.
Half of them reveled in an “emo” like state as any child going through puberty, so it was hard to tell the stability of their emotional state.
But in generally being contained in a prison circulating this air of competitive egoistical-gusts of puberty air certainly wrinkled her nose at the sour scent, giving her a good idea of what was going on.
And yes they all had each other, but for god’s sake, they were all still kids in need of PROPER, non-transactional, socialization!
…which was why she opened a little project of her own in secret (somehow it slipped past Ego’s nose, or perhaps he simply didn’t care enough to question her growing eye bags that started to rival his own) where she researched the most engaging place for teens to attend. Japan had a lot to offer.
But, in digging through each of their personal records, Anri realized that their differences in interests would be hard to concentrate in a simple arcade or eating spot.
Sighing at the lack of options, she kept looking for weeks, even having to resort to slipping some sly questions to the masters, who happened to be just as lost as her (or were yapping too much about one of their players to pay attention).
First came Manshine City.
Chris Prince had been too busy with his half-naked water-promoting photoshoot (what the hell..) to pay attention, of which he had tried to harass Chigiri into participating, claiming he needed a “unique” aspect to draw people in (adamantly ignoring Reo’s persistent suggestions that he could participate instead).
There was no use in bothering Nagi, of whom seemed to fall asleep in the most random places—like how does one sleep on top of the high bars (gym equipment)??
Agi was too busy zoning out on him, whether in disappointment at his lack of productivity, or questioning his life.
Anri didn’t know.
Then, regrettably, came Barcha.
Lavinho was especially flirty, not to say that she wasn’t flattered, but the conversation soon died and his attention became concentrated in a back-and-forth talk with Bachira about his “monster” and the morbid concept Ego came up with as our “devouring one another,” but the way that it was being talked about seemed a lot more like cannibalism in a way.
She’d…pass on that interaction.
There was also no need to even wait for Otoya to make another sly joke about her being a sugar mama or whatever he said last time... Anri shivered grimly at the thought.
After that strange encounter, Anri believed it was best to go somewhere…calmer.
At PXG…
Loki was scarily mature for his age, seemingly having real interest in the conversation Anri proposed between training Charles and delivering his short quips to aggravate Rin (?).
She admired his ability to focus amongst a chaotic environment, but there were many instances that made her believe that he wasn’t actually as far off of their level of insanity as he appeared to be… just weird.
Additionally, his suggestions of fine dining and dessert tastings were too calm for what she was looking for.
Noa was… nevermind.
Finally, Snuffy— oh thank God for Snuffy— actually tried to help as much as he could but cultural barriers stood in the way, so Anri was left on her own.
To be honest, she just didn’t want to see what the context was behind Don Lorenzo woofing maniacally in the playback room, which was followed by a series of glass shattering, a concerned but an otherwise passive glance from Snuffy (does he expect this?), and the literal angry roars emitting from the one and only Barou King Shoei.
There wasn’t even a use in bothering Ego about it. She wasn’t even sure if he was aware what socializing was, or if he even engaged in it past yapping on a virtual screen 24/7 (what did he even do before Blue Lock??).
So, Anri was left on her own to continue looking for weeks as the end of the NEL approached (she knew time was running out!).
On one night of scrolling on the internet in the dark chambers of Ego’s lair—of which he was absent for some reason, Anri sat, bundled up in her little desk on the right of Ego’s setup, incredibly bored.
For the past hour, she’d been sipping her half empty caramel latte she threw together (sugar = energy in her mind, and it was close enough to bubble tea and her brain was too fried to differentiate between the two), all of which was essential to continue her search.
She resorted to scrolling on a news site, not sure what to expect, but anything was better than sitting around doing useless scrolling (beating the doomscrolling allegations fr fr).
Unfortunately, that too, was a dead end with nothing worthy of appealing to the differing interests of the Blue Lock boys.
To top it off, she accidentally clicked the x on the right side of her screen, losing the multiple saved tabs she found earlier that seemed semi-interesting.
Great…
At this point, Anri was practically vibrating in frustration, her fingers digging into her computer mouse to reluctantly open up the tab, swearing to herself that she’d give up in the next 5 minutes to save the few hours of sleep she could somewhat wiggle into her schedule before it was time to work again.
And then, she saw it.
Anri perked up at the sight of an article on the main web browser: a teens club (yk the Disney kind such as in Let it Shine)?
She immediately preened at her findings, straightening her posture to lean closer to her laptop, freeing herself from the blanket cocoon that preserved her warmth in the chilly office air.
Her eyes scanned each line of the detailed account: a once failing business had attracted the attention of some foreign exchange students that had been attending a STEM high school program in a neighboring city, turning it into a nightlife teen paradise!
The cherry on top was that the entire thing was hosted by the young girls (maybe she was a little biased, but she loved the pop songs from the newer generation, so she knew that the girls could cook up something good), creating a new hotspot for foreigners and Japanese citizens alike.
Yes!!!
Scrolling further on the website, she eagerly read more about them: the school wanted to utilize their new designs somewhere, and when coming across a sad karaoke club going bankrupt, the girls begged their school to invest in it, which they happily agreed to.
Not only did they appear to be ambitious— her analytical mind taking over—but also exactly the kind of talent that could positively intermingle with the boys at Blue Lock. Jackpot!
Ego couldn’t disagree with this!
When she brought it up to him him next day, he surprisingly had little to comment about it.
The first nonverbal and verbal green light for her to initiate something since they started working together!
Perhaps, it was because he was intently focused on wrapping up monitoring the high intensity training he issued to the Blue Lock boys, seeming to be an experiment he wanted to try before the official matches continued (some extra content that Buratsuta begged asked him to organize.
He actually gave her the green light, which was just him waving his hand behind his head dismissively to cut off her rambling, but not without an indirect threat that if any of the boys slacked off after it, she’d be fired or some shit (as if he could!), which luckily, her buzzing excitement tuned his comment out.
That was a small victory for Anri, but it was nice to finally be heard for her ideas for once.
Later that evening, Ego boredly called for each stratum to meet in the spacious room from early 3rd selection, to where Anri happily delivered the news to every team at once, earning mixed reactions from the boys and the coaches.
Chris Prince beamed at an opportunity for publicity outside of the facility, and Lavinho seemed to have the same idea.
Noa and Snuffy were passive as usual; Noa seeming to not care about the news, only giving a sigh as his reaction.
Otoya in his classic pregnancy stance feigned nonchalance, which genuinely meant nothing good in the books of those that knew him well.
With one sidelong glance beside him, Karasu could tell the white haired boy was stirring up a massive recipe for disaster.
He typically has a certain shift in aura that signified his method of “charging up” his (negative) rizz into his “ninja tactics,” a strategy that he had boasted to Karasu one night of its 100% success rate ignoring the millions aura lost by trying it out on Chigiri in the previous selection since he was “the closest to a girl in the facility.”
Anri was almost subjected to it once, but she swiftly evaded him before his “process” actually initiated.
It was that bad.
However, Anri felt pretty optimistic at the curious glances from some of the star players (which she was glad to see interested in something that doesn’t involve football).
She smiled resolutely and hoped for the best.
Time for some socializing, Blue Lock boys!
The end.
Side note. Although I don’t know how it works yet, please don’t feed my writing into any AI programs or stealing it. Also this chapter doesn’t contain dialogue for the purpose of just being a little summary before the main portion :)
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So you guys can find it!
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When you have the irrational fear of teachers finding out you write fics from a change in writing 💔
I am also now realizing that because I’ve gotten so good at writing essays and formal writing, my fics sound super detailed (but then the dialogue is super bland bc I don’t like socializing).
side note: the prologue is in my drafts but it might not release till Monday bc I’m on a trip 😞
The blue lock prologue is coming out soon! 😚Finally got to write again lol, and I’m happy with how it looks!
I wanted to know…
Are there any black girls interested in reading a black-coded reader fic for Blue Lock?
I’ve been seeing not too many of these and I’m lowkey taking it into my own hands (it can also be interpreted as POC friendly for more inclusivity, but it’s still black-coded ^^)
I have so many good ideas for it :( (and there are barely any nerdy black girl fics out here)
please let me know!
Drawing for THE Azom/Alex :3
@azom-bie 🎄💚
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@namingnilly’s oc
I ripped it by accident (((
SET IN STONE - Prologue Cont. | jjk
synopsis. amidst the discussion of the future of her administration, the girl of question finally meets the man of the hour. a heated discussion follows and a decision is made.
contents. fluff, angst, minor character death, pre-canon, slow burn, alternate universe but still follows canon events, will add others later
notes. apologies for the delay lol, I'm on break again, so I've got more time to write :) / also I sort of struggled to portray a more reserved Gojo so please lmk what I can change!
4:00 p.m. — Shinjuku City – 2017
In the midst of her internal reflection, an uproar had begun over the simple word she uttered, as if her arm was cocked back, prepared to launch a ticking time bomb merely seconds away from blasting the four walls and every person to bits. With blinking away her dissociation, the realization of the ruckus around her mixed horribly with her shifty stomach, grumbling with uneasy nausea.
Why didn’t I just stay quiet…
The volume of the angry voices mixing throughout the air fought each other for dominance to release the same word vomit of an assault on her character, personality, appearance, status – hell maybe even what she had for lunch the other day!
Everything simply continued to filter through one ear out the other, as it honestly was not worth her time to grow a reddish shade with chomping the air and grinding its airy body into guts of regurgitated, heated words, huffing and puffing as one man was, constantly drifting between unconsciousness and jumping over the several rows ahead of him to swing his hand forward, delivering a swift – SMACK! – to her face.
Nothing else could be done, right?
And with that, she began the movement to pivot her left foot towards the meek beckoning of her vacant chair, ready to carry the weight of the emotional catastrophe she had initiated on herself.
…
What..was that?
She couldn’t move. Sure, she could still make eye contact with everyone in her administration although every face was nearly identical to one another, aside from the confusion floating above her friends.
It was like something out of a gore film; the disgruntled and petrified distortion of the wide eyed glances between themselves and whatever was behind her was already a bad sign.
A certain bitterness stuck to her clothing like glue, though at the same time, a dreamily, sweet cloud of aroma beckoned her senses to relax itself as if in her mother’s warm embrace.
Has everyone gone crazy or..
She gestured towards the nearest figures beside her and back to her friends; the gold clips laid on the locks of one girl shook lazily with the shrug of her shoulders, swaying in a breeze of gentle wind, one that definitely wasn’t there before.
You should probably turn around.
The sitting boy mouthed slowly, gently moving the stray locs off his shoulder from the girl beside him, earning a displeased look in return.
His finger discreetly jabbed towards the front and seemingly the origin of the breeze, drawing something in the air she couldn’t quite decode from her standpoint, however, she knew that he was right.
Ah.
It was the man of the hour.
The source of the invasive, though enticing scent that had randomly appeared seemed to emit from him; the piercing glare of his blinding eyes drilling into her back – now front – through the cloth covering them, like it had the power to keep her in place rather than an ethereal ability she had only heard rumors about.
From where she could see, he seemed slim though well built, dressed in a simple, dark purple sorcerer's uniform, the collar covering most of his neck from view – an interesting choice of clothes for someone held with such high regard, but nonetheless reasonable for this situation.
His features, she could admit, were quite attractive in an obvious sense, however, that has no value in their kind of world.
There was nothing really to say, so like the other mindless, open-mouthed crowd around her, she, too, watched the man as he approached the center of the room, his attention only wavering from her frame to shift momentarily towards the elders hidden behind the screen.
“Does it seem like there’s going to be a disagreement here?”
In his question, everyone seemed to tremble at the hard grit heard underneath the lightheartedness in his voice – his facial expression, in contrast, staying fairly neutral.
“Not at all, Satoru Gojo. As you can see, this insolent child refuses to answer-”
Fed up with the insults from the booming voices, the girl snapped, cutting him off, and drawing the attention of the man at the center.
“Are you all deaf? Or does someone need to surgically install permanent hearing aids for your old crummy asses to hear me better?" I made my decision, and yet where is the respect for it? I don’t know what kind of crooked program is being run here, but we aren't going to merge with anyone who would rather murder kids than to solve their own problems!”
Frustration laced her voice, the pressure in her palms began to painfully throb from her nails digging into them, keeping her voice steady.
But almost in that same instant, her breath was cut short as the blurred flash in front of her revealed Gojo, of who practically teleported in front of the gate, only two or three feet from her. The worst part was, his blindfold had been completely taken off, dangling from his neck, and from what she could tell from the arctic blue staring down at her, he was not happy.
There was only a beat of silence before his mouth opened.
“Listen up, and listen well. Whether you believe it or not, you and your friends are a threat. There are no options nor choices here – only a compromise. This entire district, including yourself, are nothing beside trespassers I, myself, have excused in favor of this agreement,”
He chillingly glanced down at the girl, taking her aback slightly at both his admission and his choice of words to label her group.
“Despite the stupidity this clan emits every time we step in this place, I don’t take ignorance* lightly. No matter what questions running through your head right now about what occurred or what’s being asked of your district, the concerns still haven’t changed: arriving in Japan for unofficial missions without consulting any sorcerer official here while destroying a barrier of ours is no simple feat nor something to take lightly. And you wanna know the cherry on top?”
His laugh disappearing as quick as it came,
"7 dead low level sorcerers with only a foreign scent circling their bodies as if to taunt their very beings, a reminder of our carelessness with foreigners. I’d like to see any of you try and refute those claims; we’ll be here alllll day and there will still only be one of two ways this’ll end. Executions for everyone and everyone’s unhappy, or joining our schools for some semblance of fairness to fix this issue. Which. Is. It. Going. To. Be?”
Each punch of the words made her wince, and with the tone he used, she could conclude that he wasn’t actually looking for an answer, as agreeing to the one he was hinting at would be the only available option she and her district had to live.
The shock in her face shifted to discomfort, though she hung her head before anyone could see. This reaction was not one of shame, but of unwavering fury at the misrepresentation spewed in her face.
What the hell!
Thinking Gojo would be the only reasonable sorcerer in this room due to the famous rumors of his dislike for his own district’s clan, this moment shattered any hope she had left.
What a shitty place and what shitty people follow it.
Turning his back to her, Gojo turned to the left, his attention turned back to the elders, a smile gracing his face.
“It’s settled. The merging of the __ sorcerer district of [insert country] and the Tokyo sorcerer district of Japan will combine, allowing all students and additional sorcerers to be monitored to ensure safety and trained under our own for the time being.”
With that, Gojo disappeared from her line of sight, leaving behind his mark: the image of the brightness of the threatening glance he gave her followed everywhere she looked, becoming too creepy a presence, so she closed her eyes.
Damn it all, she could only think, sagging her shoulders in defeat.
This was the start of hell.
END OF PROLOGUE.
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SET IN STONE - Prologue | jjk
synopsis. accused of committing an act of war against the Japanese Jujustu Sorcerer Division, a young girl and her friends have been summoned into questioning. contents. fluff, angst, minor character death, pre-canon, slow burn, alternate universe but still follows canon events, will add others later
notes. I’m pretty new to posting on here, so please let me know if any mistakes + tips that I can improve my fic writing skills with <3
3:40 p.m. — Shinjuku City – 2017
The hall was filled with a deafening silence.
“I’m afraid I’ve heard your statement wrong.”
Neither side of the room moved from their quarters, the statement still left up in the air for some daring soul to answer it, fearing that one wrong move could cause an all out brawl in the meeting space.
The tension wafting through the air tasted thick on her tongue as the girl swallowed to attempt to shove the lump in her throat down from her growing anticipation, shifting weight on each foot while subtly scanning the room for any escape despite being the topic at hand.
Even with that being said, she knew that only two possibilities lied where on one end, she’d accept a deal that would – in turn – lock the fate of her school into a future of anguish and deceit, burned ashes remaining as the only evidence of misconduct for the future to see.
The other, was quite risky even in its proposed glory, as underneath the stretched smiles and claims of protection, she’d just be jeopardizing the fragile lives that wielders of a cursed technique such as herself were tasked to preserve.
It was all so sudden for her to bear such a responsibility that for once, she was granted the ability to answer on her own without feeling suffocated in the pressure to appease someone or concur the most mature answer that she’d usually utter for validation.
Still, the feeling of danger looming in both directions of the pathways she could take out of this situation left her at a blank conclusion.
There was always something waiting in the shadows for the wrong person to stumble upon, unknowingly holding the playing cards that would determine the outcome of another person’s life, its placement there only serving to make that person suffer just for the fun of it.
Evil has always existed in mankind before it chose to manifest itself one day to turn its purpose back to the owner rather than to affect a person, whether innocent or guilty, in the process.
It was not easy being born into a world forced to take care of the problems of others, especially not where you would lean on anyone in fear of manifesting the one thing they’re meant to destroy for the greater good of humanity.
However, a question she can never seem to answer:
What is humanity?
Where does the line get drawn at where people get to decide who is a human and who is not, even with being a player set in the same game?
All it gives her is a headache; definitely not something to dwell on now, especially considering where she now finds herself currently.
The voice rang out again; the strain of the speaker was easily detectable with how the sound echoed off the walls, protruding poorly concealed aggression that was dying to seep out.
“After considerations and evaluations of schools worldwide, we have requested for your three most valuable students – I am sure you are already familiar with who I am referring to – to be removed from their sections and register themselves into our program.”
There it was again.
Since about 2 years ago, her school, practically across the globe, had been receiving numerous, pressing emails for the summoning of the three individuals that had become a concern threat to Japan despite never truly being there for more than a few days at a time, barely scratching the surface of leaving trails of their cursed energy behind.
She still wonders how they even discovered that knowing her own was compressed so much that even a double take wouldn’t reveal anything to be skeptical about to the average sorcerer.
It could be said the same about her counterparts, except they had a little less to account for with their channeling of energy into their more inactive techniques that were already stored away.
They were only an issue to be monitored — that was until one of the higher members, unbeknownst to the others, sent out a band of assassins on a “secret” mission, namely for the purpose of exterminating the group.
The worry with this situation less sits with the potential murder of a couple of innocent kids – no – rather the more notable, frightening aspect to these people were the shattered remains the size of a large splinter being left on the veil, one that allowed the targets to escape, which was unheard of in the history of jujutsu (as far as most sorcerers were concerned).
This is unbelievable, she shook her head as the commotion transpired, turning slightly to her two classmates beside her. They gave an equally solemn look as she imagined reflected her own facial expression, still unfamiliar with why they’d even be desired despite just barely entering into their teens.
“Miss [ ], the head council has a question for you.”
One of the sub-teachers of the administration had made his way through the crowd, staring down at her sitting figure.
Without a hint of hesitation, she rose, her footsteps airy but noticeable in her movement, a sound she focused on while moving through the seemingly parted walkway to appear at the front.
Then finally, she appeared in vision of the entire room, something that almost made her shiver with how frigid the air had become.
Making sure not to make eye contact with the side that was practically drilling holes through her head to possibly grip at any thought she may accidentally reveal, her attention was fully turned to the illuminated court to the left.
Not that there was much to observe in the first place, but their dark shadows hiding behind a mask type translucent wall only proved to ease her worries.
Who would be so frightened at the consequences of their collective actions in which they’d choose to conceal their identities for no one but themselves to gaze upon?
What importance did they truly hold where they should feel the need to create a barrier from whoever came to converse with them. It’s pathetic.
“I was summoned?”
A sliver of apprehension was felt deep in her soul at the unsettling environment; however, she refused to let her voice waver to embarrass herself and the cause she was determined to stay by.
“Foolish girl.”
“Did you not hear a word that was spoken of why you were called here? Do not act clueless to the question our administration has proposed.”
“Thinking so highly of yourself will only prove to weigh down your other already lacking qualities. So don’t make me repeat myself; you have been summoned as well as the 2 other people involved in the “accident” to our district here under the guise of supervision.”
The voice sounded extremely sure of themselves, as if they had all the right in the world to judge her or her friends, of whom did not ask to be brought into a situation that was set up for them to die.
She grit her teeth and released a venomous glare towards the blank sheets in front of her, astonished at the cowardice masked in arrogance that was displayed in front of her.
“No.”
“No?”
If the room could feel more frigid than the mood already set for, she’d have been hypothermic already.
Although her strive for validation stretched to immeasurable lengths in her nature, as it was the one thing that she could attain in pleasing her family, knowing that she or even those close to her were being taken advantage of with the additional likeliness of little reward was never something she would stand for.
In reality, accepting their deal wouldn’t allow them to receive any advantages over the situation nor gain any sort of importance outside of the proclaimed “supervision,” another sign leading to likely misconduct against herself and her friends without a valid standing point being under laws in a society they couldn’t combat against.
Deep down in the nature of this society was that each layer in the social hierarchy of sorcerers were all merely puppets in the quests they are assigned, of which they have to mindlessly follow through to not disrupt the fate that would naturally follow its course in either letting them live or die.
It’s practically like being an item to fall into a grinder, except they themselves are pulling the level to let themselves fall to be grinded up (for the greater good of something that would never end).
Some come up better than others, however, the remnants of scars and the absence of their smooth sleek innocence is a telling that they would never be able to escape the future that they knew of since they decided to label themselves as such: a sorcerer.
Eventually, someone will fall in and be able to break the machine, eliminating this endless cycle of death just to earn a title that would be erased in the history books if their impact was deemed “not good enough.”
What good is a shield if it breaks easily?
Even one that is resilient is bound to welt and bend in uncomfortable ways until it too gets crunched up into nothing but tiny bits to be disposed of. What a sad life that would be if she chose to agree.
This is for the best.
END OF PART 1
Tinyyyyy update
I just saw a very aggressive, but motivational video, so I’m all good now 🫶🏾
Why did no one tell me that learning art fundamentals is like a 100 step skin care routine
None of this makes sense and yet it does at the same time 😭
I just seem to keep layering things and nothing changes 🥹✌🏾
