Twitter Account : https://x.com/PeaHenPenny Digital Artist✨OC and Fan Art Doodles ✨Chifuyu Matsuno is my current muse 💙 Welcome to the Procrastination Station where I am constantly playing hide and seek with my motivation ✨
Scenario: Gojo takes a new student with mysterious power in and you meet your teammates for the first time.
Megumi Fushiguro especially.
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Appearances: Nobara, Yuji, Gojo
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Author’s note: My second time attempting one of these, so once again, please forgive me if it’s trash.
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“What do you think?”
You slowly look up, the piece of string hanging from your sweater sleeve had been more interesting to you than the whole meeting that had been taking place at the moment. You lazily raise your gaze to meet the crystal blue ones of Satoru Gojo, who’s eyes were normally covered by a black mask. They were swimming with intense curiosity and amusement. While yours held uninterest in the whole situation.
You release a sigh, not even bothering to hide the boredom that lingered in it. None of this mattered to you in the slightest. It was always one meeting after another, coming to some agreement that lasted maybe a few days give or take. Before you were sent back to square one all over again. Apparently sending you off to study under Gojo was their last option.
The sword strapped to your back hummed with your cursed energy as it sensed your irritation. Gojo’s eyes slid to it, the twinkle of amusement sparking at the sight. It was obvious that you were just another project for him to undertake.
Your left eye twitched in annoyance, “personally, I think this is pointless, “ you answer, your voice monotoned. You inhale, calming yourself, the sword settling down in response, “but it doesn’t really matter what I think now does it.” Clearly done with the conversation, you go back to fidgeting with the string, “so sure, whatever.”
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“You really have a thing for bringing in strays don't you.”
Megumi stated as he and his teammates followed Gojo to the training area. On their way to meet Gojo’s latest requite since Yuji. At that Megumi’s eyes glanced over at Yuji as he and Nobara skipped together, clearly excited to meet their new teammate.
Yuji being the vessel for the powerful cursed spirit Sukuna, he could only imagine what Gojo had taken under his wing now.
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You stood with your back leaning up against the training Dojo, the wall casting a shadow over you, eyes closed and arms crossed. The sword strapped to your back tingling with energy. You sigh with impatience. Gojo had asked you to wait while he collected the others, but that had been forever ago. You consider leaving, but your ears perk up at the sound of voices coming from the path. Without raising your head, your eyes rise, landing on the four figures walking in your direction. Gojo’s white hair was bright against the suns rays, behind him followed two boys and a girl. As they closed the distance between you and them you saw them clearly. You’ve hung around the school long enough to have heard of each of them. Itadori, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki.
“Oh, Y/N. Come out, come out wherever you are.” Gojo calls in a childish voice. You roll your eyes, but step out from the shadows as they near, shoving your hands in your pockets as you do so. The sword continues to hum at your back, reminding you to exhale, calming yourself, and it.
Gojo stops a few feet in front of you, “oh there you are,” he smiles vex like at you, undoubtedly knowing where you were the whole time but wanting to call your name out anyways.
Your left eye that has had an incontrollable twitch ever since meeting Satoru Gojo starts up as you glare at him silently.
His eyes are covered by his black mask but its clear that he’s enjoying this. He smirks, “so hostile.” Before you can respond he turns to the others, “everyone, this is Y/N.” He gestures to you behind him. Your eyes twitching increases as their eyes land on you. Your swords humming becomes more adamant again.
You nod in way of a hello as you focus on calming your nerves.
Kugisaki is the first to approach you, her eyes are bright as she says, “Gojo didn’t tell us we were having another girl join us, I assumed it was gonna be another guy.” She gives you a smile, reassuring her delight at the knowledge, “welcome.”
Yuji jumps at the chance to come say hello next. “Welcome to the team,” he exclaims,” his smile reaching all the way up to his eyes. The little slits under them the only indication that he was in fact the vessel of Sukuna. You tilt your head as you observe them, Yuji’s situation, intriguing to you. He seemed so sweet for someone carrying something so deadly around in him. You half smile in return. Feeling a twinge of sympathy for the boy and his situation. You were personally aware of how something like that could make others afraid of you and despise you. On that note, your sword growing warm against your back draws your attention to it. Realizing it’s your cursed energy reacting to the essence of a strong cursed spirit has you backing away from Yuji. Your brows furrow apologetically at him as he gives you a confused look.
“Of course you’d drag someone in who’s afraid of Yuji.” At the sound of his judgmental voice, your eyes slide to where Fushiguro stands. Hands in pockets as he slouches with his stoic posture . His facial features bothered. Your eyes meet his dark blue ones, empty of brightness and filled with, nothing. It was like looking in a mirror at your own. You raise an eyebrow.
Hearing what Fushiguro said Yuji quickly raises his hands up and takes several steps back, putting distance between you two. His face full of guilt at the thought of frightening you. “I am so sorry,” he says quickly and apologetically. Your eyes widen slightly at the sudden retreat. He must frighten people quite often with that reaction. Poor thing. He’s so friendly too.
Anger began to boil up at the pit of your stomach at the thought. You whip your head back at Fushiguro, your eyes angry pits. It was his fault that Yuji got the wrong idea.
“I am not afraid of him,” every word dripping with ice. Fushiguro’s gaze didn’t falter at your tone.
“Oh. So you do speak.” Was all he said.
“Oh she can do more than that too,” Gojo chimed in suddenly, watching the encounter with a certain smile across his face., “I wouldn’t push it Fushiguro.” The last part was said with a hint of authority. You smirked with the small delight of knowing that even your untamed cursed energy was a bit of a worry for even Gojo. Your sword pulsed against your back, feeling the adrenaline of a fight about to begin. Fushiguro must of sensed it as well because he was instantly in a fighting stance, his hands at the ready. His eyes never leaving yours as you both tensed, ready to spring. Your hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of the sword. The power from it pulling your hand closer, ready to be used.
Like a flash of lightening Fushiguro was on the move, heading straight for you. His hands doing something you couldn’t quite make out. As if from thin air two wolves appeared at his sides, one white, one black. Both jaws baring fangs that would shred you to pieces if you let them.
The message was loud and clear to you, he wasn’t holding back.
Message received.
Your hand closed on the hilt. On contact the cursed energy that was constantly being stored in it from your body shot back into your arm with a surge. You gritted your teeth in pain, legs going wobbly from the sudden force, but you remained on your feet none the less. Fushiguro and his hounds of hell were closing in, leaving you no choice but to act in the only way you could think of. His direct path to you had to be destroyed. Taking a firm stance, you swung your sword up, cursed energy oozing from it in every direction, and struck. Stabbing the ground directly in front of you. Piercing the blade into the earth with a sudden crack. The ground instantly splitting from where the blade connected to the earth, heading straight for Fushiguro.
Watching the destruction unfold before his eyes Fushiguro’s face was a mask of complete surprise. Before he could even think about reacting, both his wolves grabbed him by the sleeves of his shirt and threw him out of the way, right as they got swallowed up by the massive crack in the earth.
He landed with a roll to his feet, looking back with sympathy in his eyes for his cursed companions. His eyes wide in astonishment at the damaged that had been done by you with just one swing of your sword. You were dangerously strong, he thought to himself. So strong he sensed it almost instantly. Normally he was calm and collective; he was one to never make the first move. But for some reason he was drawn to you. Wanted to see what you were made of. Looking over at you, your eyes met, but what he had seen earlier were two dark and empty pits, a close resemblance to his own. But now, looking at yours, he saw a glint of something in them, something he wasn’t too sure of yet. But he had this strong feeling his eyes looked the same, because in this moment, he felt alive.
Without warning you both made to attack again, but were instantly thrown back by a sudden force. You land on your back with a loud thud, knocking the air from your lungs.
What the hell was that?
You lay there, clutching your chest for what felt like ages , before finally being able to grab a lung full of air. You wince as you lift yourself up into a sitting position. Your sword still firm in your grip, you slide it back into its sheath. Your cursed energy easing back into it. Gojo is standing in the empty space where you and Fushiguro were just about to attack each other again. You notice Fushiguro also got thrown on his ass at the same time you did. Why you let him get under your skin, you can’t explain it. Just something about him that had you squirming at the reigns. Hell, if anything he started it.
He mimics your movements as he pushes himself into a sitting position as well. Your eyes land on his and you both glare the instant you make contact. But this time instead of met with empty dark blue, there's a small shine in them, you can’t exactly place what it is, but it might have been what you were currently feeling in this moment.... alive.
“Holy shit!” Yuji and Nobara say at the same time.
Scenario: Chifuyu walking you home after a sad attempt at "A Thousand Winters" Shirts
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Chifuyu Matsuno // High School
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Author's Note: Had this sitting in my drafts for who knows how long so i figured, why not post it.
“Man, I can’t believe Inupi went and spit on it.”
Chifuyu whines as he stares at the shirt he holds up as he walks. A look of disgust and disappointment splayed out across his face. You stifle a chuckle as you watch his face scrunch up.
“Come on,” you say,”you honestly expected him to wear that.” You raise an eyebrow as your eyes study the light blue shirt with Peke J. on the front of it. Chifuyu’s cute but sad attempt at a uniform for Thousand Winters.
“I didn’t expect him to spit on it,” Chifuyu snaps, shooting you a glare. Finally with a loud defeated sigh he stuffs the shirt back into his backpack. “Whatever.” he adds.
You look at him with an apologetic smile, “hey.” His blue green eyes hesitantly slide to yours, annoyance swimming in them. But the moment they connect with yours they instantly soften, despite his stubborn efforts. “I’m sorry,” you add, wanting to cheer him up, “it was a good effort.”
“Not good enough apparently.” He grumbles.
You mentally sigh to yourself, this boy could be such a brat sometimes. But it was a side of him he never showed to anyone but you and you secretly loved it. As you both stop outside of your house you turn to him, grabbing his hand; the warmth of it instantly sending goosebumps up both your arms.His calloused palms instinctively gripping your hand tighter. The shock of it caused Chifuyu’s cheeks to grow red. Your heart flutters at the sight and you take a second to calm it before asking, “would you like to stay over tonight?” Chifuyu’s eyes light up in that way only a boy’s would after his girlfriend asks him to stay over. It wasn’t the first time he had done it. Even before dating you two had made a habit of it. Long nights with Toman back in the day had You telling him to just sleep on your bedroom floor since your place was closer to his school. But he always hoped for you to ask him regardless, and he always held on to the anticipation of it.
“Yes,” he said almost instantly. Clearing his throat after mentally kicking himself for his obvious eagerness.
You chuckle, “good.” Letting go of his hand you start to make your way to your front door, “you know the drill.” With a sly nod Chifuyu takes off towards your backyard.
Minutes later you're quietly closing your bedroom door, your parents having already turned in for the evening. They were early to wake and early to turn in, which made your delinquent activities easy to hide from them for the most part. Quickly you remove your school uniform and change into Chifuyu’s Peke J. shirt he had handed you earlier and a pair of pajama shorts before heading over to your window and swiftly raising it. You poke your head out to see Chifuyu waiting patiently at the bottom of the tree outside of it. He looks up shooting that devious half smile that always had your heart pounding in your ears. The moonlight catching on his earring, giving it a small glint. You sigh, thinking to yourself how that boy has no idea what he does to you.
“Is the coast clear?” He whispers loud enough for you to hear, and in return you give him the thumbs up. With minimal efforts he heaves himself up the tree, branch by branch until he is face to face with you at your window. “Hey ,” he huffs, his cheeks flushed from the night air. You shake your head, “show off.” He chuckles and jumps inside with a silent thud.
You can feel the heat radiating off of him as he stands in front of you, your skin prickling from the sensation. His eyes are on you and your breath catches as they start to make their way over your body, but stops suddenly at your chest. His amused look shifts to curiosity as he studies Peke J’s face plastered across your chest. He looks back at you with an eyebrow raised, “is it just me or does Peke J seem all too happy to be there?” At that your eyes look down at the cat and you instantly scoff back a laugh. He has a point. Chifuyu grins from ear to ear, “ I don’t care what Inupi thinks, or anyone else for that matter,” You raise an eyebrow of your own at him, questioningly, “that shirt looks fantastic as long as you’re wearing it.” He finishes and your face instantly goes red at the sudden compliment.
Not wanting him to have his victory by seeing your reaction you teasingly push him back a few steps as you quickly slide by to your closet. Chifuyu reacts with a chuckle, “what, cat got your tongue?” You whip your head back at him , “very funny.” You swear sometimes you didn’t know whether you wanted to kiss him or hit him. You pull the extra pair of sweats he kept there out and throw them at his face. He catches them before they hit their mark, “you know I am.” He responds comically. He was, you thought, his witty banter was one of the many reasons you two connected so well. But instead of telling him that you make your way over to your bed, throwing down a pillow and a few blankets for him to use.
You place yourself on your bed, pulling your knees up to your face as you study his now shirtless backside, the curve of every muscle engraved in your mind, he unbuttons his pants and slides them off, stumbling a little as he balances on one foot at a time. You breathe out a small laugh, he was the perfect mixture of dorky and handsome. The ab muscles that covered his stomach flexed as he pulled up the sweats, covering the boxer briefs that hugged his bottom in all the right places. You silently sigh at the sight, he has come a long way from that scrawny middle schooler you had met all those years ago.
Feeling your eyes on him, Chifuyu looks back up at you and smirks, “enjoying the show over there,” he teases. You roll your eyes, your face growing warm “ what do you expect, you change right in the middle of the room.” But yes, you definitely were. You straighten up as he nonchalantly walks over to you, overstepping the makeshift bed on the floor for him and plops down on the bed next to you causing your heart to jolt at his sudden closeness. “What do you think you’re -” Your words catch in your throat as his hand comes up to cup your cheek, the warmth in them instantly sending sparks down to your belly and igniting a fire there.
Chifuyu’s eyes hold yours as you two sit in silence. The look of love in his eyes, as clear as the moon in the night sky. It melts you. Stripping away every ounce of insecurity and any wall that might have guarded your heart, leaving you completely vulnerable and bare to him.
“Hi,” he breathes out, his blue green eyes penetrating your very soul, his thumb lightly brushing your cheek. You raise your hand to meet his and entwine your fingers together, your eyes never leaving his. “Hi,” you manage to get out before he leans in and your lips collide.
Still wish it could have been Chifuyu and Kaji together. But I didn't get Nagi and Chifuyu either . Guess I'll have to do another Fanart for this one as well .
