₊˚‧ ۶ৎ ˚.

𝒟o you still like the 𝓈now .ᐣ

[ozaway]

𝓔urydice's depiction of [呪術廻戦]'s own 𝓞zawa 𝓨ūko.

[ozaway]

girl you are so special... to meeeeee.

[itatora]

is for him ? ^

[ozaway]

Don't make her repeat herself— yes, is for you.

[ozaway]

girl, me too.

[oldfaeriiess]

JJK 30 Day Challenge - Day 12: Favourite Non-Sorcerer 

Yuko Ozawa

Manga colouring of Jujutsu Kaisen :｡･:*:･ﾟ’★ please don’t repost or edit  ｡･:*:･ﾟ’★ko-fi | commissions

[bloodhailmp3]

im like if someones deadbeat loser unemployed boyfriend was a girl with a job

[itatora]

“ baka survivor is clearly the superior karaoke song… ! ”⠀⠀fist clenched against his other palm. itadori was clearly deeply invested in this sort of debacle.⠀⠀“ i won’t accept any other number one choices, brother ! i will accept a number two, though. ”⠀⠀/⠀⠀@todoi.

[todoi]

ah, his brother was a man of many great ideals and convictions. surely, he couldn’t be swayed, even by a man as important to him as his brother ? perhaps, such brazen verbal sparring could prove stimulating in the long run of their everlasting friendship ? surely, certainly.

“ ulfuls… you truly are— ”⠀⠀he stops himself. steel yourself, aoi tōdō !⠀⠀“ you couldn’t possibly leave the great hikaru utada behind, could you ? first love ?! ”

[ozaway]

Her hand lifts,  a single finger—  as if trying to gather a teacher’s attention.   She does feel a bit like she was back in class,  listening to these two bickering…  but she didn’t mind.   She pulls back a chuckle from the brink of escaping the mauve of her lips before speaking up,  finally.

“What about ‘I can’t stop the loneliness,’ by Anri? It’s… tremendously, catchy, no? And, oh! ‘Remember Summer Days’? That one really rocks, doesn’t it?!”

[ultramonogyny]

she's in a better place now (her bedroom)

[itatora]

uhm. yeah! just try not to solo him honey i still need my title drop moment

[ozaway]

ano ... don't think i can do it. gomennasorry. ozawa kaisen now. ( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝)

[itatora]

“Itadori-kun… !”

Her voice is a small thing— small enough to be completely lost within the thousands of murmurs and chatter spreading throughout the large subway station. Freshly manicured nails pick and pull at one of her sleeves, amber hues looking anywhere but towards the shorter male in front of her. She couldn’t bear to speak, and look at him, as if doing so was the same as looking up towards the sun. Funny to think that now, she was looking down at it, right…? She finds solace in it, in thinking her imaginary woes are just that— imaginary. Itadori would think so too, wouldn’t he?

Don’t leave, is what she wants to say. Please stay, is something she could never gather the courage to tell him. And even then, here she is, hoping the train never comes. Hoping something, or someone, would tell her to stay. To hold the sun within the palms of her hands. How greedy, how selfish, how… terribly human of her. Yūko Ozawa had learned to be mindful of her egoism, to be small despite her height, and to count the words on the tip of her tongue before she spoke.

But when she was with him…!

“Stay with me a while longer…?”

All that mindfulness flew straight out of the window.

“I mean— I-I always wanted to… visit an izakaya here, i-in Tokyo! We could…” She wrinkles her nose, and finally lifts her eyes. Just enough to meet his own. “… g-go together?!”

…

[ozaway]

this is how we're moving on this blog. always.