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my name is renee but if you want you can call me by my user too. I mostly use this blog to post about my silly interests. i'm currently a college student studying ecology. i also run @optreasurecruise !
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ninjago
bungou stray dogs
persona (only really 3 and 4 sorry :P)
pokemon (especially pokemon special)
kirby
professor layton
my little pony
one piece
seals
birds
ace attorney
fire emblem
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Itadori Yuuji would NEVER ever be a frat boy. Even calling him a jock is a stretch. Being naturally athletic does not make a character a jock. But god forbid you call him a frat boy.
i'll go even further: this need to categorize your blorbos as nerds x jocks is a very braindead american thing to do. it's beneath all the best written characters out there, it removes their complexities. get a brain and go beyond that i believe in you
Itadori Yuuji would NEVER ever be a frat boy. Even calling him a jock is a stretch. Being naturally athletic does not make a character a jock. But god forbid you call him a frat boy.
It’s predictable really, that Yuji finds himself tossing and turning in his bed during the later hours of the night after the three of them part ways. Even though movie nights with his friends tend to help, restless nights aren’t unfamiliar for him. After Shibuya, he’s practically used to it. Yet he isn’t haunted by Shibuya or Shinjuku or anything of the sort tonight. Instead, Yuji finds himself unable to sleep because of his upcoming birthday.
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In which Yuji gets a boyfriend, has a birthday, visits home, learns a bit too much about himself, and is very loved by the people around him.
Aka a fic for Yuji's birthday set post-canon, filled with grief, love, and all the things that encompass Itadori Yuji. <3
Preview below the cut
Three months after the Inhuman Makyo Shinjuku Showdown, Yuji finds his day blessedly free of any missions. Rays of sun glare through his window, illuminating his dorm room in the comforting warmth of a peaceful afternoon.
Having returned from grocery shopping earlier in the day, Yuji hums as he folds his laundry. Casual things like doing chores and cooking always give him peace of mind; the simple mundanities of casual life that’d been cast aside in the aftermath of Shibuya. Nobara tends to roll her eyes at his enthusiasm for “being boring”—her own words—but he finds it grounding.
It’s in the process of wrestling with his duvet cover that Yuji’s eyes wander over to the calendar hanging on the wall. Twenty days into the month of March, the date is noticeably marked with a cute sticker of a bunny from a sticker sheet he had impulsively bought ages ago. At the time, he may or may not have waved the sheet in Megumi’s face and proudly exclaimed that the rabbits looked like his shikigami.
Now, the sticker’s beady eyes seem to glare down at him, a stark reminder that there’s only a week left before Yuji turns sixteen. He’s pointedly avoided thinking about the upcoming date ever since he bought the calendar and marked the important dates (all with the bunny stickers, of course).
Sixteen. He’s turning sixteen in a week.
Yuji has spent the last several months of his life with the looming expectation of a quiet, concise death. An intangible timer counting down with no way of being able to tell the time, a reminder of his own impermanence.
The memory of his grandpa’s voice, already distorted by time: make sure you’re surrounded by others. Yuji has gained so many people near and dear to his heart, even with newfound grief weighing heavy upon it. Whenever he gets too deep in his own thoughts, Yuji tries to remind himself of all the things he still has to distract from the weight of what he’s lost. Trading losses for victories makes him feel sour, however, his victory Pyrrhic.
Still, compared to his meager life back in Sendai and the loneliness that accompanied it, the people he sees each and every day serve as a constant reminder to be grateful for all he has, to be grateful that he’s alive.
After Halloween, after Shibuya, Yuji’s impending, pre-established death had gone from a specter distantly haunting him to something much more corporeal. He had been planning to help Megumi and after that, well, he’d known what his fate would be.
Yuji finds himself lost in the fantasy, one that tends to crawl its way into his head on sleepless nights; a world where Megumi’s sister was actually awakened and not incarnated, and the Angel got to kill him and take more than half of Sukuna with him. Gojo-sensei would’ve been unsealed, and Yuji’s life would’ve been the last cog needed for the machine to run anew.
Maybe that world would’ve been a better, kinder one.
Yuji shakes his head and slips back into the present, realizing that he’s forgotten his task of fixing his bed. He finally manages to get the duvet cover on, finishing up his laundry as he folds and puts away the rest of his clothes, and makes his way towards the dormitory’s communal kitchen to start on dinner.
It should be something to distract him and keep his mind busy. And yet, the thoughts still linger. Thinking about his own birthday shouldn’t fill Yuji with such an indescribable feeling of dread, but here he is, feeling like someone took a carving knife to his insides and hollowed him out.
As he washes the cabbage he’d picked out, he thinks back to January, when they’d celebrated Megumi’s birthday, belatedly of course. It wasn’t much, Megumi had still been stuck in the hospital recovering, which limited the number of visitors he could have at one time, but Yuji had still made sure to bake a chocolate cake big enough to share. For all his complaints and grumbling, the way Megumi’s expression had shifted into something soft and gentle made the whole affair worth it. Yuji finds himself fondly picturing that warm smile a little too frequently.
From Megumi’s birthday, Yuji's train of thought switches to reminisce on his own previous birthday. His birthday hadn’t aligned with Vernal Equinox Day last year, so Yuji had spent most of it in classes. Most of his classmates were more concerned with their upcoming graduation, but a few acquaintances had stopped him to wish him happy birthday, alongside a note or two tucked in his shoe locker.
When he got home, he’d baked a small strawberry shortcake for himself before making his way over to the hospital for his usual visit. His grandpa had been crotchety as always, telling him that he should be out celebrating with friends. Still, he had made sure to tell Yuji that his cake brought the store-bought ones to shame. His grandpa had told him to go home after they finished, but not before he shoved some pocket money into his hand as a present. Yuji had been able to tell his grandpa was miffed that he wasn’t able to go out and buy him an actual present, so Yuji had fixed him with a wide smile as he waved goodbye. He purposely hadn’t added a promise to visit tomorrow so as to not upset his grandpa further (not that didn’t come visit the next day anyway).
The memory of it all leaves Yuji with a stubborn ache in his chest as a wave of melancholy hits him. It doesn’t take long for the grief to reshape itself into something that’s more sharp and painful. This will be his first birthday spent without his grandpa. The years where his grandpa would come home from work with a cake from their favorite bakery in hand, the rare affectionate hair ruffle he’d receive without fail, the genuine smile that would stretch the wrinkles on his grandpa’s face — all the little indisputable things about his grandpa that he’ll never get to experience again. They make him dread his birthday all the more.
Just as his eyes start to blur, Yuji stubbornly swallows down the heartache, letting its bitter taste fill his mouth. He shoves his thoughts into a corner of his mind that he tries to avoid reaching back into, even when it increasingly starts to feel akin to a dam about to burst.
With a deep breath, he lets the slight tremble in his hands ease so he can refocus on dinner. Tonight, he’s cooking tonkatsu with shredded cabbage and rice. Yuji concentrates on dipping the pork into the egg wash and firmly resolves to forget about his birthday for as long as he can.
