#kagesujin

[cursed-vessel]

@kagesujin​ asked:

“Come on, hand it over.”

Yūji leaps from the floor to the bed for the extra height advantage, his arm raise and Megumi’s stolen phone far above his head and out of reach.

“Not until you answer my question! C’mon, you’re always so tight lipped about your life! You gotta tell me something!”

[greatersgood]

@kagesujin​  said  :  “ this was a solid waste of time… ”

 it  was  true,  they  had  been  sat  in  the  midst  of  a  building  that  was  presumably  cursed  with  no  such  luck  for  hours  now,  and  it  was  beginning  to  feel  tedious  even  for  the  more  enthusiastic  of  the  pairing;  blinded  optimism  had  its  limits  too,  apparently.

 blowing  a  huff,  he  spared  one  more  glance  around  the  unadorned  interior,  nose  scrunching  upward.  no  presence  nor  residual,  it  felt  almost  unsettlingly  similar  to  the  situation  they  faced  back  at  the  yasohachi  bridge  –  except,  this  time,  there  wasn’t  even  a  bridge  to  bungee  jump  off  of. 

 ❝  it’s  not  all  that  bad  –  at  least  i  made  this!  ❞  a  make–shift,  crumpled,  and  overall  extremely  poorly  crafted  origami  swan,  formed  from  a  spare  piece  of  paper  he  had  been  taking  notes  upon  in  his  boredom,  now  extended  outward  atop  his  palm.  he  offered  a  beam  to  accompany  the  notion,  but  shoulders  soon  deflated  thereafter,  and  the  folded  practise  dismissed  to  the  side.  ❝  eh,  i  got  nothing,  but  it’s  not  like  we  can  just  give  up.  we  wouldn’t  have  been  sent  here  for  no  reason,  i  suppose.  ❞

 a  pondered  hum,  ❝  d’ya  think  we  should  maybe  ask  around  and  see  if  anybody  has  any  leads?  it’s  kind  of  giving  me  the  creeps,  you  know.  it  looks  like  every  horror  film  setting.  oh,  god,  does  that  make  us  the  main  characters?  bad  stuff  always  happens  to  the  main  characters,  fushiguro!  ❞

STAKE–OUT  MISSION  PROMPTS  –  accepting.

[isolaradiale]

hiya. i'd like to reserve fushiguro megumi from jujutsu kaisen, if possible. i can be contacted on twitter at @tobiggles.

Reserved!

– maia

[dakusutori]

IT WAS HOT. the thick black uniform they wore was not helping to beat the heat, only adding another layer to sweat through. it was the peak heat of the day and itadori was tired of suffering and sweating ; so, naturally, he took one of the popsicles from gojo’s fridge to help cool himself down. mental note was made to treat sensei to ice cream the next time they were in the city. for now, he was the one who needed the treat.

he stumbled upon fushiguro as he wandered the campus, making a b-line for his friend the moment he spotted him.  ‘  oi, fushiguro,  ’   the boy calls as he approaches, stopping just in front of the other,   ‘  there a pool here? you guys have weapon rooms; so, you gotta have a pool. right?  ’  

@kagesujin​

[vvildrose]

‘ was that a yawn? ’

✿. SOFT TIRED PROMPTS ⸺ forever accepting ~ !!  (   @kagesujin​   )

          There escapes a prolonged and affirming sound from the auburn-haired female . Even when she had the decency to hide the bottom half of her face beneath arms she stacked at the edge of her classmates table , she didn't bother to hide the boredom whilst elaborating her yawn further .  ❛ How long are you g’nna scribble on your notes ? ❜ She blasély asks , trying not to sound whiney .   

          ❛ Finish up quick Fushiguro. ❜ The female demands ,  ❛ I get moody when hungry y’know. ❜ 

[toriyoka]

kagesujin:

            unfazed  by  the  mention  of  eccentric  individual,  primary  response  projects  through  a  laconic  nod.  for  not  only  classmate  has  nailed  the  reason,  but  what  else  is  there  to  be  expected  from  that  teacher  with  LACK  of  tact?   〝   he  took  one  of  her  skirts  again,  apparently.   〞

            with  explanation  out  of  the  way,  and  omitting  major  detail  regarding  his  current  reading  title,  noir  lad  will  lower  book,  appandage  then  reaching  wrapped  onigiri  that  has  been  waiting  over  table  to  slowly  slide  it  towards  other.   〝   here…  i  saved  it.   〞

　the response emulates a fit of laughter from the vessel.  ❛ i'd like to see that! ❜  he exclaims in recountenance of the last time the girl's uniforms were toyed with. ah, gojo-sensei, ever the same.

　his laughter soon dies off, though, replaced with an expression of incertitude.  ❛ for me? ❜  he inquires, pointing a finger at himself. once more, as if unsure, he presses:  ❛ really? you saved one for ME? ❜

[toriyoka]

regarding @kagesujin:  ❝ god, your taste in music is terrible. ❞

　❛ my taste in music is not that bad! what do you like to listen to, huh? d'ya like slow jazz, fushiguro? ❜　kicking his boots off, itadori reclines in his seat, crossing his feet upon the car's battered dashboard. the engine hums, gentle —— his fingers drum upon his seat handle, eyes stolen away from their alert disposition to stare, stupefied, at the sorcerer beside him.

　save for the noise of the upbeat electro-pop exploding from the car's full-range speakers, the night is quiet. outside the vehicle, crickets chirp rambunctiously from the refuge of the countryside's bountiful tallgrass. stars blink in and out of existence upon the inky-black canvas of the night sky, illuminating the narrow pathway upon which the vehicle currently sits parked.

　they'd been here for a hefty amount of time now, on watch for a particular someone. with no trace of their target, itadori had grown restless; determined to cut off those sneaking tendrils of boredom before they had a chance to consume him whole, he'd stuck a tape into the car's built-in cassette player and made it his mission to relax. that, of course, was cut short by his partner's quite hurtful accusation.

PROMPT STARTER: STAKE-OUT MISSION —— OPEN.

[greatestdecoy]

“ oh, crap... ” shōyō stands there, in the middle of the bustling tokyo street, looking lost and alone --- and he is. he hadn’t been -- he’d been right beside kenma! .... at first. but then he’d seen a shop he’d only seen in photos or magazines, and he’d gotten excited and ran up ahead through the crowd, and --- well. he’d very quickly gotten swept up in the mass of bodies and when he looked back, his friend was nowhere to be found. he’d taken out his phone in the rush, but dropped it after being shoved, and then someone had stepped on it. not exactly how he’d planned his day out in tokyo going! now he couldn’t even call or text anyone ... i should ... ask someone for help ... he thinks, but shuffles his feet nervously as he clutches his phone close to him.  “ excuse me ... ”  passerbys giving him no glance as they go about their day. they all looked so busy and disinterested, he was a bit intimidated by the pace of the city folk. but he had to find kenma. he had to find his way back home! he couldn’t just stay stranded here in tokyo!

“ um -- excuse me! ” he speaks up, loudly, to the next person he sees - a boy with dark, messy hair and a uniform. more heads turn to look at him, and he flushes red from embarrassment. great, now they pay attention ... he thinks, shoulders hunched up to his neck as he tries to hide. 

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