#jujutsu modulo

[gabbyp09]

[unelegize]

Modulo!Yuji gets embarrassed when you yell his name in public … ⋆. ೃ

“Yuuuu’!” A familiar screech, one causing heads to turn, also catches the brooding hooded man to look back. He seems irritable, but upon recognition of that voice, his heart skips. He shyly tugs his hood lower but reluctantly comes to a halt, no longer walking so you can catch up. Before he realizes just how close you are, you crash into him, laughter and gasps and limbs all cluttered into his space. You invade and conquer so easily, fill the gaps he never thought could be seen. His cheeks grow warm with humiliation, a triumphant grin plastered across your face as you cling to his back with contagious joy.

“Always running from me, aren’t you?” You’d tease, ever the charismatic, even if a bit cheeky. He grumbles something incoherent and yanks you to his side, arm surrounding you, draped across your shoulders casually.

“I see you trying not to smile, Yuji…” you giggle, so contagious and adorable. “You can’t keep suppressing how you feel. C’mon.. show me!” You’d tease further nudge, hoping to get a reaction out of him.

“Did you have to make a scene, sweetheart?” He groans, hand dragging down his face like it’ll save his embarrassment. Haven’t they had enough of Yuji Itadori? Why’d you have to be so obnoxious… It ran through his mind the same way an old friend used to brood about everything too indifferent and depressing to bother seeing the color of the world. If he thought the people were tired of him, imagine what they thought of the sickeningly sweet pair the two of you made.

You, however, were far too bubbly in public to let him wallow in pity. It wasn’t that you’re actually this obnoxious, but that you can successfully distract him - make him forget his subhuman existence and allow his humanity to surface. You kept his mind busy, kept him moving, feeling emotions that made him human. He appreciated this, begrudgingly, and tilted your jaw towards his face - leaning ever closer just to smoooooooochhhh the apple of your cheek, making the cutsie cartoonish ‘chuu!’ sound. You squeal and jab his side, making the little scar adorning his handsome face twitch up, but he masks it by looking away.

“You do make me smile, sugar.”

“I know I do, Yuji.”

He pulls you just a bit closer after that.

[sukunaslilgurl]

Yuji you are by far one of the most handsome jjk men 😍😩💕❤️😭

[nightwinfg]

Yuji Itadori who becomes toxic as time passes after finding out his partner is also immortal. He learned he’d never lose you, so he stopped trying to keep you.

-–—•

Yuji Itadori - now 85, worn down by a lifetime of battles no one else could see; finally makes his way home after days of absence. His steps are slow, heavy, each one dragging against the wooden floor as if even gravity has grown tired of him. Outside, beneath the fading glow of a quiet sunset, you sit waiting in the engawa of your old Japanese house, the world bathed in amber stillness.

This isn’t new. His disappearances never were.

He doesn’t speak when he reaches you. Not a word was said. No smiles, no jokes - though you two hadn’t shared a laughter since you took off your Jujutsu uniforms. The silence stretches between you, thick and unspoken - then you saw it once again. The unmistakable shadow of death etched into his face, something deeper than exhaustion.

You don’t ask questions. Only because you know he wouldn’t answer.

Instead, with a quiet familiarity, you reach up and tug his hoodie down, guiding him gently closer. Your hand finds his soft, pink hair, just as it always had.

“I’ve missed your touch” he muttered, voice low and frayed, as he folded into your legs - seeking something he had no right to ask for anymore. Your fingers immediately tangled into his hair, gripping tighter than comfort ever required, keeping him there.

“Gosh, how I hate you,” you spat, the words sharp, venomous - yet your hand never loosened. “You only come back when you miss me.” He let out a hollow breath against you, something between a laugh and surrender. Like he’d expected nothing less.

“I know” he murmured. No excuses. No apologies. You’d never let yourself be treated like this.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself…when you’re not looking at him. Because the moment your eyes find him, all that certainty thins out, frays at the edges. Your gaze lingers despite yourself, tracing the line of his shoulders - broad now, solid in a way that feels almost unfamiliar. Even under that worn, baggy hoodie, you can see it; the quiet strength in the way it hangs off him, the shape of someone who’s carried far too much for far too long. The visible muscles on his chest that poke out from his opened jacket. 

Gosh… he’s gotten big.

Taller than you remember. Larger in every sense. Like somewhere along the way, he kept growing while you stayed rooted in the version of him you first knew.

Your sixteen-year-old self would’ve never imagined this - never pictured him like this. Not someone who leaves without warning. Not someone who comes back like nothing ever broke in between. Not someone you’d still let this close despite everything, unfortunately your self respect jumps out the window when he walks in. Your fingers twitch in his hair before you realize it, your grip still there, still holding him in place like you’re afraid of what happens if you let go. You hate that part the most. You know he knows.

He knows you’d never let anyone else get this close after treating you like this. Knows the version of you that swears you deserve better only exists when he’s gone. Knows exactly how your body crumbles the second he’s within reach.

He uses it to every extent.

You feel it in the way he doesn’t pull away - how he settles deeper instead, like he belongs there despite everything. Like your anger is just another thing he can lean into. His hand comes up, slow, certain when you don’t stop him, - you never do. Fingers curling into your sleeve, anchoring himself closer to you. He does that stupid thing with his eyes that make him look like he is yearning, apologetic. A look 16 year old Yuji would’ve given and meant. 

“You always say that” he murmurs, voice quiet, eye contact while still kneeling in front of you; but there’s something heavier underneath it now. Not guilt - never guilt. Something closer to knowing he’s already won. Your grip tightens in his hair, nails just barely pressing into his scalp. It should hurt. Maybe it does. He doesn’t react, he wouldn’t react. He is the strongest of today after all…

“I hate you Yuji Itadori” you repeat, but it sounds weaker this time, like the words are losing their shape the longer he stays. A pause. He brings himself closer to your face, exhales against you, cocky grin appearing on his mouth.

“But you don’t let go…” and that’s the worst part, because he’s right. He knows you won’t and deep down, he knows he doesn’t have to be better - not when you keep choosing him like this.

-–—•

Girl stand up gosh he has you wrapped around his finger… ALSO Y’ALL DON’T MIND IF I WRITE JJK X READER TOO HM? That doesn’t mean I won’t go back to Avatar there’s still many requests I need to get too, which I will. Thank you and I love yaaaa!!

[syrooo]

Husband reveal xoxo 🍓💋

Just caught up w modulo and LISTEN HES SO FINE RAHWHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

My fav old man <3

Added Kirby because I can

Ty and ur welcome 🧍🏻‍♀️ (will be multifandom posting from now teehee— LOOK AT MY MAN HES SO FINE )

[reader-wandering18]

Twisted Wonderland x Yuu Male Jujutsu Sorcerer

— Faerie Malevolence…

— MALLEUS!! — Lilia shouted helplessly

Silver and Sebek were ready to jump in, though they knew they wouldn’t be able to stop their young master in that state. The first- and second-years instinctively stepped back, terror palpable on their faces. Grim hid behind Yuu’s legs, trembling.

Everyone braced for impact. The magic that could plunge the entire campus into an eternal sleep.

But… nothing happened.

The enormous amount of magical energy Malleus had been gathering simply dissipated into the air, as if someone had snuffed out a gigantic candle. The spell that should have been catastrophic evaporated before taking form.

Malleus blinked, confused.

— My unique magic… Why?

His voice, usually calm and regal, was now tinged with genuine disbelief.

Yuu, who until then had been standing a bit further back with the first-years, began to walk slowly forward. Each step seemed to echo throughout the dorm, drawing everyone’s attention.

His expression was no longer his usual relaxed smile. His face was serious, cold. His right hand was raised in front of his face, crossing his index and middle fingers in a distinctive seal, while his other hand remained relaxed at his side.

— That’s enough, Malleus.

His voice came out low, but clear and firm amid the sudden silence that had formed.

[Cursed Technique: Cursed Nullification.]

A nearly imperceptible pulse emanated from Yuu. For those who could sense magic, it was as if an invisible and absolute barrier had wrapped around Malleus, cutting off the source of his power at its root. The blot feeding his Overblot began to visibly weaken, as if the black ink were being extracted directly from his body.

Malleus’s eyes widened. For the first time in a long while, the Dragon Fae Prince looked truly bewildered.

— Yuu? How… how is it you? This… this makes no sense!

His voice thundered, a mix of shock, frustration, and a hint of fury at a perceived betrayal.

He tried to summon magic again, but it simply wouldn’t respond. It felt as though his own reserves were being sealed layer by layer.

The silence that fell over the battlefield was deafening.

Everyone present stood frozen, mouths agape.Even those first-years who had known for a long time who he was.

After the first overblot incident and the ones that followed, Yuu proved he was not just any human. He seemed to be a mage, although he couldn’t really be called one. He identified himself as a sorcerer who only manipulated cursed energy.

He made it sound like it was nothing, but this completely shocked all his classmates.

Blot was very similar to cursed energy, since both are born from negative emotions that naturally flow through the body.

Being a sorcerer, he made it clear that he was capable of manipulating the blot of each of the dorm leaders. Something that greatly surprised the first-years—because that was not possible in Twisted Wonderland!

But the most incredible thing was his cursed technique.

The cursed technique: Cursed Nullification, as its name indicates, is a technique capable of completely nullifying the cursed energy of other sorcerers, turning them into simple ordinary humans, despite being in his first year at the Tokyo Jujutsu High, he was immediately classified as special grade, and while being trained by Gojo along with three other students, he showed extraordinary control over his technique—to the point that the curses created from it were suppressed in an instant the moment Yuu sealed his energy.

Despite knowing this, why were they surprised?

Lilia was unable to form words for several seconds. Silver was completely paralyzed by the scene. Sebek, who always shouted his loyalty at the top of his lungs, was silent, his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide, trembling from the shock.

No one spoke. They only watched Yuu—the same human that the Dark Mirror had declared “without magic,” the one who had always been seen as the weakest on campus—holding back the most powerful being in Twisted Wonderland with nothing more than a technique from another world.

Lilia was the first to regain a bit of his voice, though it sounded lower and more unsteady than usual:

— …Yuu… are you really…?

Sebek finally managed to stammer, almost out of breath:

— Impossible…! The young master…! A human…!

— Yuu… — Silver whispered

Malleus kept staring intently at Yuu, the blot ink dripping slowly from his face as his power continued to be contained.

— Child of Man… since when do you possess such power?

Yuu lowered his hand slightly, though he kept the seal active with his fingers crossed. A calm smile appeared on his lips, though it wasn’t that familiar smile—rather, it seemed twisted, especially with his serious, cold eyes, carrying that determination that only surfaced when the situation demanded it.

— You offend me, Malleus. You, who knew about my technique just like everyone else, did you think I wouldn’t be capable of sealing your magic? Though I don’t blame you for thinking that.

That’s right—in Twisted Wonderland, Malleus was known as one of the five most powerful mages. Although some had already seen Yuu’s power firsthand, many never imagined that his technique would be capable of blocking the magic of a being as powerful as Malleus Draconia, who, since childhood, had never known anyone capable of stopping him—not even his grandmother.

There was no one capable of stopping him, until now.

— If I weren’t capable of sealing your magic, I wouldn’t be worthy of being considered a special-grade sorcerer.

Watching Jujutsu edits is what inspired me to write this fanfic. I'd actually had the idea for a while about a sorcerer Yuu, but I didn't know what to write or what situation to put him in. Then the Diasomnia arc came along—BAM!—but I still needed to figure out the situation. That's how Jujutsu Kaisen Module came about. My dear rooster has really grown up; he's as damn handsome as he is strong.

Yuji's words when he reunited with Mahito were the key.

Were you always so weak?

Honestly, sometimes I want a strong Yuu who can teach the guys a lesson.

[fellarmdne]

light you left behind | itadori yuji

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆: he hasn’t seen the sun by drowning into the broken part of the city. black lashing his fist as if erasing curses would also erase his guilt. you lean him a hand through his quiet runaway.

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀: 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝘀𝗳𝘄 // itadori yuji x you, runaway!yuji in season three, slight-depressed!yuji, self-blaming!yuji, zenin with no curse energy!reader, i prefer you finish shibuya arc first before you read, reader can use heavenly restrictions as complete as toji and maki but reader don’t have the same purpose like them.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: basically an impulsive project of me missing my boyfriend since we havent met on feb 2024. my heart breaks to see my baby walking alone after all of these quiet years. i might make more parts of this universe, so every ending might feel cliffhanger. wc: 2.5k

𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝘆𝘂𝗷𝗶 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀

He thinks if he ran far enough, the world might forget him.

He has witnessed a hundred sunrise kiss the dull pavements where his steps left, but none of them touch the deprived trench of his tired inhale. The sun still chases his footsteps, but he only reaches for the dark to loses himself, to becoming a fogging breath on a glass panel that easily disappears before it weeped.

If I don’t look back, he thinks, nothing can happen. That logic comforts him once. Lately, it only makes his pulse sick.

His shoes scuff against the quiet linoleum tiles while the open blue sky felt unwelcoming. Alone by himself, Itadori Yuji didn’t mean to stop anywhere. He only stands on every edge of every broken skyline with arms hanging like wings. The city has sunk him deep into floors that no longer had walls, into the high windows whose glass had shattered open. The world beneath him has open into a stride of wide scar.

Shibuya is left empty.

Glints of sunlight catch how thick his knuckles coats in red. The liquid clings to his fingertips in a glossy slick. The mirror above this sink cracks by the middle, splitting his reflection into two versions that don't quite fog up. He doesn’t know who he's looking at anymore with that huge scar slicing in between the bridge of his eyes.

Every time the cold water jolts his spine, the red flow like forbidden memories. He always deliberatedly scrubs it, erasing it, cleansing it, hoping the time will roll back to the time where warm hands clamp his shoulders with laughter.

While the water turns pink, then red, then fully black in a deep trench of the hole, the color of his skin still refuses to appear. As if the blood refuses to left.

No matter how much he kills, the red still stays.

He doesn’t think while he fights them. The prominent wound inside his chest only splits open when a pack of curses lunges upon a rooftop. His instinct tells him to step onto it, so he steps on it. Another screams, he punches to prevent any feelings from blooming again. Because if he stays still, the guilt will come again.

The time he loses focus, something claws at his side, teeth scraping muscle, pressure blooming hot and wet beneath his jacket. Yuji’s arm nipped inside when he tried to push himself up. For a moment, he doesn’t pull away.

He tells himself, it's okay, you deserve this.

He stumbles, boots skidding on asphalt, back hitting metal hard enough to knock the organs in his ribs. A curse presses down on his chest, hungry with revenge to stab the sorcerer who hadn’t had the chance to save them from changing to a monster like this.

Yuji remembers of all the deaths behind his eyes. This Shibuya, the nonstop screams, the names he never learns. He chokes in hope, desperately, that dying right here might be the answer.

His fingers twitch.

This is what you are for, the dark flame pressed more tightly. It must end eventually by this way.

Suddenly, a voice stung like a tight choke from the inside of his throat. It’s such a sickening poison which scratches the underside of his organs, it coughs him a thick blood.

A voice grumbled through the hollow, “End yourself now.”

The king, the one curled in the deep trench of something Yuji never wanted exists inside of him, a malevolent inferno, has spoken.

“I'll take another vessel.”

There’s no heaven or hell to imprison the voice upon their sacred throne. The universe surrounding him swung in void as if they know the other purpose he hide behind.

Whether Itadori Yuji decides to end himself or not, the thing that lives inside him will still not stop.

The bitten arm flared its pain on his trembling muscles. It stings too much, triggering Yuji to gasp as the air is forced back into his lungs. This is usually the sign of his instinct to take over. But this time, that’s when he sees a figure.

He doesn't feel you step in, he only hears the exploded curses. Something arcs overhead, dark against the sky like it belongs to the limbo.

The time a curse on top of him explodes, the weight on his chest vanishes. The street opens up with free air. It doesn’t feel like a rescue. It feels like an interruption, a revenge cutting the thread before the anger can finish unraveling.

Yuji rolls onto his side, coughing, heart pounding hard as his muscles bleed open. It isn’t  just his physique, the sensation also slices his chest open. Searching for an answer, he looks up, dazed, just in time to see you pull your weapon free.

A compact, practical, short-bladed polearm, weighted close to your grip. Meant for leverage rather than reach, the kind of tool designed to end things quick.

You stand in the centre of the bridge, let the sound of the river sprinkle beneath your military boot. Blurry with sand amongst the gust. The problem of all this is, his energy doesn’t detect your entrance a bit.

You just killed a curse, but no cursed energy running inside your veins.

“How dare you let them kill you?”

•••

You lead him inside as the sky changes. Orange bleeding into gold, light pooling amongst the colorful-catedral-like tinted glass of abandoned hotel, like it’s looking for somewhere to settle. You both stop in a big hall or lobby by a giant staircase waiting for something to fill their silence.

He should say thank you.

For taking him to this warmer air. Where the staircase rug curves under his shoes. Where he stands for a moment, unsure what to do with this unexpected situation of his silent runaway suddenly having another company. Let alone a stranger, a girl.

Blood has dried dark along his jacket sleeve and the the edge of his jaw. It looks worse that the danger has passed. Injuries always do.

You set your weapon against the railing. When you turn back to him, the yellowish shimmers glint the pale crimson of his eyes. The color mixed under the soft pastel damp hair plastered on his forehead. Some dirt clung to an open scar of his nose, also a thin scratch on his lips.

You want to ask everything but you stay silent. Instead, you sit in the centre spot of the huge stairway, then offer him a sign of your palm tapping beside your thigh.

“Can I?” You smile by calling him closer. "See your wounds?"

The gesture is so simple for someone like him to melt without hesitation. In fact he’s never skeptical about the world that much. Even after thinking about it, he plops himself right beside you anyway.

“You don’t have to, it's okay.”

“You’re not fine.” You set your medium sling bag on your lap. It’s worn when you pull out gauze, antiseptic, and tape from inside. Yuji has something in his mind by watching it, never in his high school life watches his friends or seniors as prepared as a normal person like this.

Having an aid kit along with their battle, you look like someone who comes from afar and knows what will challenge your journey.

You let your black t-shirt cling on your curve while big cargo pants full of food supply to relax as you reach for his fists. “You’ve been fighting for a few days, why suddenly let them bleed you?” 

He flinches, then stills, watching you from the corner of his eye as you clean the red scrape on his knuckles. Your touch is firm and practiced in a way that doesn’t make a show of kindness.

“Have you,” Yuji unintentionally stammers, “have you been around this zone for days?”

Your deep dark gaze found his pastel iris. A stranger must keep to themselves away from this place, a civilian must step their feet out of the zone. That's all he knows where curses have taken the part of this city as their home to linger.

“I don’t feel any curse energy from you,” Yuji continues, “how’d you have a weapon to banish one?” 

Every room drinks the light greedily, while your glare melts from his curiosity. You've heard about him. An Itadori who had the biggest duty amongst the sorcerer, now, the problem is:

How do you explain how you know everything as an outsider?

Your voice sounds rougher than you expected. Like it’s been unused for a few days. “I apologize, but can you take your jacket off as I explain? It looks worse from outside, I’m afraid it's …”

He didn’t take two seconds to shrug his jacket off. The thin yellow t-shirt clings to his muscle like a second skin, it directs your eyes right to the open wounds of teeth shaped on his arm. The upper biceps was open, but he’s calm. As if the curse is a wild animal you don’t need a special lens to catch their presence.

“I don’t have a Reverse Curse Technique, that's why it look worse.” For a second, your hand freezes on a thin towel bleed red by his wound. “Unlike my sensei.”

His sudden change of tone gives you tiny gag. The way he's so open about your tiny request to help and to take off his jacket is still throwing a lump of unreal dream inside your chest. You’re relieved he’s open to you this easily, but talking about a teacher?

Does he mean the sorcerer who is currently trapped by the incident-

The second his gaze dropped to the darker spot across the lobby, another sliver of warmth burns your skin by this harsh topic. “And your weapon.”

He glances at where it rests against the railing. The blade is dull in the light. “I’ve seen stuff like that.”

He hesitates, then adds, almost vibrating, “From Zenin-san.”

The name lands like a stone on a lake, You don’t move at first. Your heartbeat picks up where it rests on top of your throat, fingers curled around your bag like it might slip away if you let go. The lobby hums faintly, the building settling inside you.

Zenin.

It doesn’t hurt the way it used to. Back then, it would require a lump of sharp ears, and whatever you left behind dulled itself years ago. The name rises as a heaviness, a pressure behind your sternum like something that you learned to silently erase.

“You’re similar to her,” he keeps the light tone. “I couldn’t sense you at all. I thought, you’re a civilian before that weapon,” Yuji glances at you with tied brows. Now he waits, shoulders hunched forward like he’s afraid to step somewhere fragile. “It kills like how my senior did.”

He’s thinking of the same name as you, the presence you are no longer in touch with. Of her absence, her anger, the way her presence used to feel like something forbidden in a place you’ve forgotten its shape.

“You mean a weak girl who always wears glasses?” you ask back with a thin chuckle. Your voice is steady without anymore shivering, it surprises even you.

The big incident that had been announced and created a big wave of shock across Japan. The incident that destroyed one of the important districts amongst Tokyo in one night, it was the main reason you came this far.

Yuji blinks, then nods. “Yeah, her name’s Maki.”

The confirmation settles between you. The same feelings when the first wave of shock slices through the entire nation about the news. You can’t say you’ve been searching for those twin who’s mentioned as part of the news. You came here to check them from closer. Closer into what they had been walking on a path different from yours since the war began.

You just need to see Maki, whether that maniac already got what she’s been heavily ambitious about. You want to check on Mai, whether she’s still happy with the path that broke her as another person a long time ago.

You miss walking and bouncing along beside them, where the sisters are always holding hands whenever Mai started being a cry baby. Whining about an ugly shaped monster waiting to eat her across a bridge.

The monsters you and her older sister can't see.

Back then, you’ve just laughed at Mai's scaredy cat, then a new swelling on your forehead formed from Maki’s thick fist after you made fun of her little sister.

You missed those times when none of you girls knew anything about the world.

You already rolled Yuji's sleeves up to his shoulder and let a big towel wrapped on his wound. Your hand has worked precisely. Eyes drifting up to where his breath warms your cheeks. Your distance is tight, both of your breaths can mingle under the dust caught under the light. Close enough to soften the memory which had been left in the dark corner.

“Our last meeting,” you explain, “was when we were all nine.”

His gaze on yours when you shift to avoid it adds, “She and her sister are my long relatives.”

It does catch Yuji’s breath. He hadn’t expected the distance between worlds to fold into a closed box like this. Someone connected to his senior, sitting beside him, warmly bandaging his hands like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“That,” he starts, then stops. “That means-”

“I don’t live with my family anymore,” you whisper gently, cutting the softness before it can grow teeth. “I don’t choose sorcerer path.”

The answer hangs heavy and light at the same time.

“Then where have you been?”

His arrange of words sounds like it been throw for someone he's been missing for a long time, as if he unintentionally slip into your path of lifeline and become one of the hands that wraps to accompany your runaway.

“I’m in a police academy of Osaka.”

He swallows. The sunset deepens, gold slipping toward something blue. The building becomes colder as the evening has come, but it's still on hols as if the dawn is listening to the sunset.

“Somewhere I can live rent free just by having strong arms.”

For the first time in a long while, Yuji doesn’t feel like he’s being hunted. No chase by the bright sun which only wants to drag him into an execution room, nor alone in a run off a chance to live a normal life.

[turnqpsole]

Special illustration by Gege for JumFesta

Itadori my boy꒰ ᐢ ◞‸◟ᐢ꒱, you have suffered so much.