hai can yew do gojo, toji, yuji and inumaki x male reader whos lowkey egotistical LMFAO add any cursed any technique idgaf have fun
satoru x male reader, toji x male reader, yuji x male reader, toge x male reader
note: all scenarios, relationship bouncing between romantic and platonic (except gojo and yuji), bad arrogance (i tried), title from 2NE1
satoru: 1530 words
toji: 1643 words
yuji: 1574 words
toge: 1539 words
ā¦sunā° hi anon! i'm so sorry how long i took but i hope i did your request justice!! iām really bad at writing egotistical characters clearlyā¦
note: theyāre both teachers, childhood frienemies, i wrote this months ago
tw: kissing
ā¦sunā° i wish i was childhood enemies with gojo sigh
satoru can be seen as very egotistical.
that is extremely obvious, and its often the first observation someone makes about him. heās the strongest; itās almost imperative that he should be an egotistical asshole every once in a while (or almost all the time). most people would probably remember his status without his snarky behavior, but it was extremely fun riling others (especially the elders) up with his words.Ā
for someone very familiar with the strongest of the jujutsu world, satoruās list of boastful sorcerors was extremely short. it consisted of himself and then y/n l/n right under him. sure, there were other people on this list (like the wretched zenin boy naoya), but they didnāt have the panache required for his list. satoru and y/n had intersected many times throughout their careers. y/n was in the same school year as satoru, but attended the kyoto school instead of the school in tokyo, which led to many overlapping missions and events. his technique was certainly impressive, being able to manipulate flames and utilize the five main movements that make up his innate technique.Ā
that power was attractive to satoru. power surged through y/nās veins, the same power that surged through satoru, and it made him a black hole that pulled satoru infinitely closer to him. satoru found himself keeping his six eyes turned on when the man was around, watching the residuals of his cursed energy swirl around in his body and the surfaces he touched endlessly until the pit in his stomach was full of hungry butterflies.Ā
two black holes is the comparison that was typically made for their relationship. they could barely step apart from each other when they were together, each sentence escaping their lips with a path going straight for the otherās throats. missions were full of them competing on who could kill the curse fastest, or who could create the most damage with minimal effort. being next to y/n made satoruās head buzz like he was high on cocaine, and he wasnāt sure how to live without him anymore.
āsatoru, youāre getting worse.ā y/n spat, throwing down his cursed tool to stare at the man in front of him. his gaze was unrelenting, drilling so hard into satoruās skull he was confident it could make his infinity crumble. āat this point, i think i could knock you down with just my index finger.ā satoruās position on the ground heightened their difference. their difference in skill, difference in abilities was beginning to widen, and satoru was scared of his possible downfall.
āi think youāre just an egotistical prick.ā satoru chided, y/n extending his hand to help lift satoru up from the training ground floor. their students were out on a mission, so the grounds were entirely empty. it wasnāt often that satoru and y/n had time to themselves, constantly being bombarded with missions and questions from curious students (yes, yuji, you need to show up on time to training. no, yuji, you canāt āloseā your uniform to get out of training). the seals that rested on y/nās inner arms almost glowed in the setting sunlight, satoru watching as the embers died down in the black ink.Ā
āmultiple things can be true at once, my dear.ā the words hung in the air for a moment, satoruās hand staying intertwined with y/nās before he lunged forward and attempted to bring the man on his back. the key word here being attempted, as satoru soon found him back on the ground, his infinity buzzing around him. y/nās face shifted from an expression to shock before the corners of his mouth upturned.Ā
āfuck i might be the best.ā the exclamation came out haphazardly, y/n cheering to himself as he saw satoru struggle momentarily before returning to reality. ādo the higher ups know how badly i kick your ass all the time?ā y/n asked, adjusting to satoruās level to press a short kiss to the manās lips. satoruās eyes were furrowed, the disgruntled expression on his face certainly from the fact that he was practically getting shamed by his boyfriend. a soft smile appeared on y/nās lips at his boyfriendās despair, heart fluttering quickly as he watched satoru choke on a breath.Ā
āi donāt talk to the higher ups, so you really expect me to talk about your amateur victories?ā an audible scoff escaped from y/nās lips as he joined satoru on the grown, choosing to sit on a nearby rock that gave him a higher position. āi clearly have better things to be doing.ā satoru quipped, his palms scraping against the gravel under him. y/nās foot kicked up rocks towards the man in front of him, the individual pebbles each making soft clanking sounds against satoruās infinity before dropping back to the floor.
silence overcame the field as y/n and satoru stared up at the sky, sweat only beginning to bead at their hairlines under the hot sun. satoruās mouth became unexplainably dry as he turned under the rays of light, his skin burning as he stared at y/n next to him. pins and needles trailed up satoruās legs as y/n brushed the sweat from his forehead, a soft pant escaping from his lips as he processed the heat blazing down on him.
first, satoru tried to flick his feet to bring the sensation back to the appendages, but was met with little change. āi need ice cream.ā he cried out, his hands covering his eyes as the exclamation left his lips. y/n sighed, his knees falling onto the ground.
āiāll get it, since clearly youāre too weak to stand after training for this short amount of time.ā y/n sassed, his foot grazing gojoās hips, prodding at his practically limp body. his act wasnāt convincing to y/n now. maybe at one time it had been, but after all of the time they had spent together training and taking up each otherās space, he knew it was a ruse to make y/n pity him.
like clockwork, satoruās hand went to flip the man in front of him off, his wrist flexing for only a few seconds before relaxing. y/n fakely laughed in response, returning the action to satoru before turning around and running towards the school building. he walked into the staff room only after a jog lasting around a minute, the ac blessing his skin. right at the front was a freezer stacked to the brim with ice cream bars, popsicles, and pints of ice cream that satoru purchased on a whim. he chose a chocolate covered vanilla-ice cream bar (satoruās current favor) before saying goodbye to the billowing ac and walking back outside.
when y/n returned, satoru was sitting on the steps of the covered walkway, his blindfold pushing back his hair. satoruās bright blue eyes glimmered under the sun, the lines embedded in his iris highlighted. y/n stopped across from the man, leaning against the pillar behind him and tearing off the ice cream. āman, this ice cream is delicious.ā y/n sighed, opening his mouth to take a large bite from the top of the bar, satoruās beautiful, sparkling eyes widening so far y/n could see the blood vessels at the top.Ā
āgive me my ice cream!ā he yelled, walking forward and grabbing y/nās wrist. the man locked the joint, his eyes catching with satoruās. a hum of energy sounded between them as satoru opened his own mouth, taking a bite from the top, right next to y/nās. an exaggerated sound akin to a sigh of delight escaped satoruās lips as he ate the cold dessert, his lips curving into a smile as the vanilla flavor spread across his tongue.
y/nās scowl only existed on his lips for a moment before he pressed his lips harshly against satoruās, his own mouth opened the smallest amount to allow the ice cream hugging the inner portion of his lips to transfer to satoruās own. drips of vanilla covered the wooden popsicle stick and the tips of y/nās fingers, a sweet, sticky trail left in its wake. his elbow tingling as satoru wrapped his fingers around the skin, trailing up his forearm until they grasped the popsicle and yanked it out of y/nās grasp. his lips went with it, and y/n soon lost the warmth of the man in front of him.
his eyes opened wide as lost the connection, his hand stiff where the melted ice cream was left behind. satoruās lips were tinted with a milky brown, the manās pink tongue also getting covered in the treat as he inhaled the dessert. āfuck, you always have to get the upper hand, donāt you?ā y/n asked, his eyes rolling as satoruās free hand ruffled y/nās hair.Ā
āyeah, i do!ā he cheered, taking the now-empty popsicle stick and breaking it in half. y/n regained sensation and used his right hand to push off satoruās hand (even if the affection was welcome).
āyouāre so high on your horse.ā āit takes one to know one!ā
note: theyāre lwk vigilantes, toji is super insecure about their relationship
tw: cursing, lowkey toxic relationship
ā¦sunā° my poor toji why do i put him through so much
a lack of a cursed technique did not make toji weak. his heavenly restriction significantly made up for the difference between him and jujutsu sorcerers, and his physical strength made that gap even smaller. toji was not a weak man, but surrounding himself with a strong sorcerer made him doubt his abilities.Ā
toji was very aware that love was dangerous. love, the sick, twisted thing he once allowed himself to indulge in, was more likely to cause harm to him than a curse. that same mind that was pulled so tightly still fell in love, making his eyes to follow every movement of y/n as he walked around after a late night mission. a man of such power moved so effortlessly through the night, gliding through the fibers of the wind. the more time that toji spent around him, the brighter the fire inside him burned.
y/n stopped near the edge of the roof they were walking on, sitting down quickly and swinging his legs over the side. the wind, still blowing fervently, pulled back the strands of y/nās hair and exposed his forehead to the night sky. toji stared at the curse user next to him, pupils dilated wide as they tried to make out each and every shape of the man below him. fishing in his pocket, y/n found the familiar, crumpled box of cigarettes that resided in his jeans and pulled it out.
ādo you want one?ā y/nās voice was hoarser than normal, and the smallest amount of sweat trickled down his brown as he flicked his lighter to light the cigarette. even when he was beaten and bruised, y/n still glowed so brightly. his luminescence never seemed to dim, no matter if his feet were pounding against concrete or dangling off the side of a building.
āare you sure youāre not going to fall off the roof and die?ā toji chided, not sure if he wanted to taunt the danger seeking man or hold him close in his arms for a moment to calm his nerves. y/n stared out at the city skyline, watching the lights of tokyo flicker on and off slowly as if they were blinking their eyes at him. the minutes ticked by, y/n smoking his cigarette and staring off into the space created by the towering skyscrapers. toji almost prompted the man once more to remind him of the forgotten question before he saw a flicker of cursed energy flow through y/nās now crushed cigarette.
ādeath is more unattainable for me than becoming the king, or doing anything particularly remarkable.ā y/n released his hold on the cigarette as he spoke those words, a soft puff of teal-colored smoke flying into the sky. the cigarette lifted from his hands and flew into the night until y/n released his hold on the object and it plummeted down to the road stories below him. toji let out a scoff, taking a short few strides to reach y/n at the edge of the building.
there were hints of anger bubbling up in his throat. was there blatant disregard for everyone living deep within y/n, or was he genuinely so naive he believed he could rearrange the solar system into a geocentric formation? he stared straight at y/nās back, his own, powerless hands clenching into a fist. toji knew himself: he felt blood surge through his vessels with each pump of his heart, and he could sense the moment he grew soft when he let y/n live under his skin. his emotions ebbed and flowed, and ebbed and flowed, and crashed into him with disgust as he contemplated the futileness of his existence alongside the strong.
āi can feel your aggravation from here. iām sure half of tokyo can sense your incompetence.ā y/n turned around to glance at toji, his eyes devoid of any emotion. those eyes, which seemed to love him at moments were so cold, so disingenuous, that toji could not distinguish between love and hate anymore.
āyouāre a pompous asshole.ā and since when was toji not? did love soften his edges so much that he was now as obsolete as a cracked blade. y/n stared at him for a moment, sharp eyes wedging his love deeper into tojiās stomach, before he turned away again to gaze at the open skyline. there was another flicker of light, this time orange from a disposable lighter.Ā
āthe acclaimed sorcerer killer is one to talk, but i guess that title has long disappeared from your shoulders.ā y/n spoke, pulling out another cigarette from his coat jacket to light. toji took another step, his feet a few inches away from the edge y/n rested himself on. so close, yet miles away. āiām only arrogant if i cannot back up my claims, and yet i somehow always do. you should learn to so the same, toji. you need to boast more often.ā
a silence enveloped the rooftop as toji shifted his weight between the safety of the elevated concrete to the uncertainty of night sky. he eventually pulled himself forward, throwing his legs over the side of the building to mimic y/n. the man softly smiled, handing out the cigarette after only a puff to give it to toji.
toji was strong, there was no doubt about it. he was powerful, fast, and intellectually gifted when it came to combat. he knew the strong was where he belonged, but how much longer could he last among the almighty before it became too much to bear, before it drained him of all the power he once knew.
he took one deep puff of the cigarette, the unpleasant taste of nicotine and cadmium swelling on his tongue, happy he had returned to past habits. y/n opened his hand once more to receive the cigarette, acting as a pillar for toji to lean on.Ā
one does not get stronger if they are constantly held back by support; the growth of strength is measured by how fast once can fly without wings before they fall back to the ground. toji turned the cigarette around between his index and middle finger before he snubbed it out on the side of the roof, staring at the flickering lights blinking their sultry eyes at him. the cooling cigarette was now seated in the palm of his hand, the paper supple under his fingertips. he crushed it under his hands, chunks of tobacco leaching out into his palm, and threw it over the edge of the building.
y/n and toji were the same in some ways, as they watched the crumbled up ball curve until it fell straight down and reached terminal velocity, falling either on top of someoneās car or in someoneās hair. there was a sound that resembled a laugh coming from y/n, but when toji turned to look at the man, all he saw was a stoic gaze looking right back at him.Ā
the humidity of tokyoās air allowed electricity to crackle through the atmosphere, expanding from y/nās fingertips until it reached tojiās neck and collarbones. he shivered, even in the heat, chest ready to collapse into the arms of the support he believed that he did not need.
ātoji,ā y/n began, his eyes holding the same sternness as they would when facing down a curse twice his height. āyouāre good.ā tojiās eyes met y/nās across the valley between them, floating away after a volt of energy shuddered down his toes. he returned his gaze back down to the streets below him, passerbys oblivious to the god of surging power and the lowly commoner that were sitting on top of the sky scrapers.
āyou have the skill to go far, and the experience. the experience that i lack.ā y/n admitted shamefully. if toji looked up from his fixed point on the ground, he assumed he would see a grimace on y/nās face. it was not often the strong crumbled, and yet toji was naive enough to believe that his love was enough to make the strong bend and break until emotion cracked through.Ā
toji looked up, and there was no grimace to be seen on his loverās face. no sign of the crack in his armor, which toji half expected to be present on his face. however, y/nās brows laid a little flatter on his face, and there were the small etchings of a smile on his lips. was this the break that toji was looking for, or was it the friendliness that the strong could have to those below them?
y/n chose not to answer any of those questions that lingered inside of tojiās head, instead choosing to press his lips firmly against the scarred skin of tojiās cheek. that affection riled up the half-dead butterflies in tojiās stomach, his hands quaking a little less.Ā
there was a flash of light from somewhere far away in the sprawls of tokyo. the flicker in y/nās eyes that reappeared mimicked that flash, y/n turning to face toji with something that could only be expressed as childlike joy.Ā
āiāll meet you over there, hm?ā he said, not waiting for tojiās reply before tipping himself over the edge of the roof. toji blinked once before he adjusted himself, desensitized to the reckless behavior of those above. the familiar teal lights of his cursed energy flared as he summoned objects to break his fall, the only thing coming to tojiās mind was a flood of familiarity as y/n swayed through the night sky.
and like a weak idiot, toji once more decided to follow him, throwing himself off the roof and hoping there was something below to catch his fall.
note: yuji lwk sad and empty, r! is not really arrogant but wtv
tw: sad
ā¦sunā° i couldnāt break my sweet yujiās heart sorry
there were many traits that shined in yujiās character. his exceptional kindness that led to him to be extremely selfless, helping those who were even extremely beyond helping. yuji valued integrity, and he made it a core pillar to seldom lie and break promises. he knew deep inside that he was strong, physically at least, but that was a realization he didnāt gloat about.
however, yujiās worst, most apparent trait is how he lets things slide. guilt creeps up his throat whenever he has to confront someoneās annoying behavior, leading him to be trapped in a cycle between speaking and silence. there was no man who tightened his throat more than y/n. in ways, the two partners were polar opposites. yuji was humble, while y/n was boastful. y/n was arrogant and stoic, while yuji held his humble heart proudly on his sleeve. this juxtaposition made them better partners; they were there for each other and supported the faults and valleys in their personalities.
yuji appreciated y/nās companionship. on the days where there was everything to talk about, y/n provided him ears for conversation that listened and responded accordingly. on the days where there was not much to say, y/n filled the void in his heart with unstopping noise that bridged the gap between his blood vessels. y/n was so amazing, in all the ways yuji could truly see, however this did not make him perfect. loving y/n, accepting y/n, and experiencing y/n meant living in his shadow.Ā
nowadays, the moments of silence between the two of them were sparse, and instead were filled with y/nās unending speeches of his own greatness. late nights memories in y/nās dorm room were spoiled by his astringent arrogance, and there was nothing yuji wished for more than to get back the y/n he had once known. sure, a lot of time has passed since they had first gotten to know each other, to become enveloped in the presence of one another. but then one thing lead to another, as it always does, and y/nās technique evolved far faster than his personality. this led to a large gap between his mental and physical strengths, leading to this very apparent arrogance taking root deep in y/nās soul.
yuji stared up at the ceiling that rested over y/nās bedroom, the plush grey sheets beneath him not doing anything to quell yujiās worries. the bed was extremely cold, making yuji shiver with just one touch. normally it was palatably hot, or at least warm enough that it consoled yujiās pain. now, with y/n pacing around the room, it was freezing and unbearable.
āyuji, i mean, i have no idea how youāre still in the program.ā y/n harshly exclaimed, walking back and forth in the space across from his bed. the sound of his footsteps was slowly driving yuji mad, but how was he supposed to say anything? he could barely say what he wanted for dinner with how tight the lining of his throat was, much less telling his boyfriend to think about someone other than himself. āyour technique has barely evolved in the past two months, i donāt think youāre cut out for the future.ā
each word that escaped from y/nās mouth made yujiās fingers clench tighter and tighter against the sheets, his knuckles turning into a shade of white. the sound of nails scratching against a chalkboard squeezing through yujiās ear, making his heart pound quicker than it did when he was fighting curses. y/n was more than arrogant, he was purely cruel in a way that covered each word with syrupy sweetness.
ācomparing our results from the last few missions, it is obvious who is reigning supreme. i mean, i donāt know why it would be anyone but me.ā had they already reached the time for their nightly segment on y/nās personal greatness? yuji understood he was not meant to be a sorcerer; his destiny was aligned to literally any path but the one he chose to walk. that understanding did not mean that he wanted to listen to the same spiel about the blessing of the l/n clan every single night. āi mean, i was selected by the one who watches over the l/n clan to carry the blessing of the spider lily! i am literally sorcerer history in the making.āĀ
what was yuji supposed to do in this situation? laugh? cry? cheer in support for his lover? he had originally started out with support, nodding along to what his boyfriend said while throwing in some words of encouragement. over the days, though, the stuff he could say slowly faded from his mind, and he chose to go quiet instead. being quiet gave him ample time to dissect what was going on inside of his head, but that wasnāt a past time that he truly enjoyed.
yuji sat up in y/nās cold bed, his eyes drooping in drowsiness that couldnāt escape him. y/n didnāt seem to notice yujiās awakened state and how his boyfriend had snapped out of his taciturn state. his feet were driving pockets into the floor, filing down the polish in places he traveled over and over again. it made him crazy how full of himself y/n was. it made him crazy how yuji couldnāt fully discredit him for his actions.
yujiās indecision made him crazy.
he sat there listlessly as he watched y/n go back and forth, rambling on and on and on about things yuji could frankly care less about. yujiās clenched fingers reached out for the grey sheets for support, his stomach heaving as his broken vocal chords tried to speak.
āhey.ā he spoke, the words coming out as a quiet string of letters instead of a strong, convincing sentence that he expected from himself. y/n paced for a few seconds more after yuji broke the ice, then he turned to face yuji with a look of astonishment lacing his features. for once the man was silent, staring agape at yuji as he processed the silent request. yuji looked back at him, his fierce brown eyes dull and lifeless, the golden flecks gone from his irises. āpleaseā¦ please come back to bed.ā yuji whispered, his resolve breaking as he let the last word escape from in between his lips.
y/n stayed still for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing. wordlessly, the man took off his slippers and slid next to yuji. he adjusted his position under the covers, y/nās hands reaching over yuji to bring up the grey, cold sheets to cover his shivering body.Ā
he could not begin to explain how small he felt. yuji was the size of a single yen coin, sitting in the grasp of a heartless tiger who held the ability to kill him at any moment. y/nās fingers stretched out over yujiās stomach, rubbing soft circles on the fabric that covered the skin. each point of contact felt like poison sinking its teeth into yujiās heart, constricting his lungs until it was unbearable to breathe.Ā
yuji turned around to face y/n, the manās prideful eyes staring straight back at him with no emotion, no love. would he even bestow a wish of good rest on yuji? the two made eye contact for what felt like minutes, yuji finally arriving at his answer. there was no place in the heart of the mighty for the wants of the weak. at this moment in time, yuji decided to throw in the towel. one blink turned into two, then three, and then it turned into yuji falling into a restless sleep.
the night passed slowly, the clock ticking at half speed so the seconds would take longer to leave. yuji turned over to his left side, then to his back, then his right, only to flop over onto his stomach. with each movement he woke up a little bit more, until his eyes were finally wide open. his eyelashes brushed against the sheets, eyelids opening and closing in drowsiness. the bed had once again turned cold, yujiās fingers grabbing the fabric to feel the lack of warmth rush beneath his fingers. once again, the arrogant did not stay for the wants of the humble.
āno, mom, heās great.ā yuji turned his head to face where the sound was coming from, his eyes slowly peeling open. āheās so strong. i mean, yujiās broken walls multiple times. i worry about him a lot, but i donāt think his incapable.ā a few more moments of the voice speaking gave yuji the ability to register it as y/nās voice. y/nās voice, which yuji used to hate, was undoubtedly praising him.
yuji lay on the bed, watching y/n walk in circles with a soft smile on his face. so there was place in y/nās heart for the humble. after a minute more of quietly conversing with his mother, y/n hung up the phone and turned back to the bed where his partner was. āoh, youāre awake.ā he spoke gently, walking back to the mattress. y/n kicked off his slippers and slid into yujiās arms, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek.
yuji relaxed into his touch, running his fingers through y/nās hair. maybe there was a place for the humble in the hearts of the arrogant.
note: toge super cool, reader is super ditsy
tw: cursing, curse blood
ā¦sunā° toge is so fine i need him so bad
against his better judgement, toge wanted to speak. heās live almost his entire life in silence. his words are too dangerous for him to do otherwise, at least, thatās what heās been told for his entire life. but advice is made to be countered, and togeās boyfriend needs to learn how to shut up.
an ego is not a rare thing in jujutsu. compared to a majority of humanity, jujutsu sorcerors wield an incredible amount of power, and that power causes many of them to become absolutely insatiable. they reach for more and more, until the more they had so wanted wasnāt enough anymore.Ā
toge understood drive. hell, toge understood want. he himself wanted so much, and there was so much outside of his reach that he could grab. however, toge never understood the cockiness thats always seemed to go hand in hand with this drive.
ego certainly wasnāt a necessary conduit for passion; he had enough passion himself to know that wasnāt true. he wasnāt sure how most strong sorcerers became too big for their britches, but he sure as hell was annoyed about it.
the bullet train he and his partner y/n were riding was passing through the japanese countryside at a fast rate, but the speed wasnāt fast enough to blur the noise of his annoying seatmate. ā-and then i absolutely destroyed the shit out of this curse in one go. i didnāt even need to get out my longer blade.ā y/n had been prattling on and on about this (fairly impressive, but donāt tell y/n that) mission that he was assigned to, but toge couldnāt find it in him to care anymore.Ā
he tried to care, he truly did. toge enjoyed y/nās company (most of the time), but this was an annoying habit of his that toge could not stand. whenever y/n ran out of new ideas of things to talk to toge about, he always somehow swung the conversation back to himself and his abilities. it was always about new move he had learned, or a new weapon he had recieved, or a new, deadly, and dangerous mission he had been on. it was mind-numbingly boring after the 50th time, and toge wanted nothing more than to beg him to shut up.
there was a tingle on his lips as toge fought back the impulse to scream at his partner, but he found his thoughts clearing when he felt the train shake ever so slightly. there were more pressing matter that required his voice, and it would only be a waste (however, an extemely fulfilling one) to screw up his throat to command y/n to be quiet for once.
there was a flicker of light that passed by the corner of his eye. it caused his cause to shift to one of concern, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to hone in on the minute changes of his surroundings. when he looked up, y/n was mirroring his expression, his right hand gripping onto the dagger he had stashed in his jacket. the flicker of light passed through the window pane once more, morphing into bright shades of blue and purple as the image of the curse fully defined.
toge turned his head to track the creatureās movements, but there seemed to be glitches in the figure of the curse that made it hard to make out what direction it was going. he looked back at y/n once more who was already prepared to go, standing up and making his way towards the cabinās exit.
even at his level of mastery, togeās balance was still not the best. he wobbled down the hallway towards the double doors at the crossroads of the train, almost falling into an older womanās dinner tray. y/n, however, walked with practiced ease, quickly making it to the glass door that separated them from the outside.Ā
āit looks like a pretty big curse, but iām not sure how strong. if youāre lucky, inumaki, you should be able to escape without using your voice.ā toge stared straight at the man with an unamused disposition hanging over his eyes. with y/nās powers, toge couldnāt tell if he was spewing pure conjecture or just being dense. then again, all of that power that ran straight to y/nās head made him extremely dense.
the train swerved as it approached a wide curve in the tracks, an unpleasant creaking noise filling the cabin. y/n turned his attention from toge back outside, his eyes going blank as he seemingly absorbed a vision being sent to the void that existed behind his corneas. when the color returned to his irises, he lunged forward to pull toge out of the small waiting rooms between cabins.
a small retort bubbled at the tip of togeās tongue, but he trusted y/nās technique too much to let the word slip. the second they fell back into the stiff back row of chairs, a loud shattering noise clattered through the cars. glass flew throughout the crossroads, pieces coming dangerously closely to escaping.
āi guess thatās one way to make an exit.ā y/n joked after he stood up, an apology for the sudden movements forgotten from his lips. toge brushed the dust off of his shoulders, a sigh of relief escaping him as wind whipped through his hair. the ugly, warped hand of the curse waved in the empty space of the train, the purple fingers gripping onto the socket the door once was. āgod, that things ugly.ā
toge closed his eyes for a moment to regain his self control. there was no space and time for his irrational emotions holding him back, so he had to get over them as soon as possible. by the time he had regained his sensible neutrality, y/n had already slipped out of the train car. oh fuck me, his internal monologue groaned in annoyance. he gripped the door socket of the train with his right hand and crossed his fingers with the left as he jumped onto the roof.Ā
he was not surprised to see his partner here as well, going head to head against the demonic-looking purple curse that was a train car ahead of them. toge made his way behind y/n, pulling down his uniform to reveal the snake sigils that were kissing the sides of his lips. y/n grabbed the sheathed dagger that rested in his pants (which was certainly way too small for this task) and walked forward, aiming to take a lunge at the being in front of him.
once again, for someone who could literally see the future, y/n was extremely naive. the moment the silver of his dagger gleamed against the burning country sun, the curse lunged forward to disarm him. a tidal wave of curses escaped from y/nās lips as he slid under the curses legs only to get trapped in the divot between train cars.
as the curse reached out to grab y/nās head, toge loosened up his tongue and found the buzzing strength in his bones to shout. ādonāt move!ā the words felt strange against his tongue, the shapes unnatural to him now in his state of constant quiet. he sees y/n strain below the curse, his hands straining to cover his ears so he wouldnāt be affected by togeās words.
there were many ways toge could implement to kill this curse, many of which would absolutely embarrass y/nās skills for eternity, but that was all too taxing for him to ruminate at the moment. instead, he opted to take out the dagger y/n had bestowed upon him (for his protection, he was told) and slide it through the curseās throat. purple spilled out over his entire hand, seeping into the fabric of his uniform.
his adrenaline slowly faded away as the curse blood trickled down the sides of the train, a quiet ache appearing in his throat. y/n squeaked below him, the muscles in his arms straining as he tried to pull himself up. toge reveled in the sound for a moment, seeing his boyfriend struggle.
it was probably bad for him to enjoy his partner struggling, but there was something satisfying in the way that this failure shut y/n up without toge having to do any work. he watched y/n squirm for a few more minutes, reveling in the satisfaction that came with the wind whipping through his hair.
āa little help here?ā y/n asked weakly as toge adjusted his collar, remembering that y/n was still in a concerning spot. wordlessly, toge stuck out a hand, y/n struggling to reach it. after about 30 seconds, y/n strengthened his grip and pulled himself out of the gap, breathing heavily on the meddle roof. he was covered in the sticky, purple blood, chest rising quickly.
āyou should stop mouthing off.ā toge responded, the ache in his throat flaring, signaling to him that he needed to take his medicine. y/n stuck out his hand and gripped togeās uniform, pressing a hard kiss to his lips.Ā
āwhatever you say, toge. youāre my savior.ā
clearly the strong werenāt absolute.
this took so longā¦ yikes
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