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[mossterunderthebed]

just saw someone say ‘hes not babygirl hes daddy’ and listen *reaches through my screen and shakes u lightly by the shoulders* Listen to Me a Real👏 Man 👏can do Both👏

[mossterunderthebed]

ooh ooh oooooooh i need a time travel goyuu au STAT

yuuji goes back in time after losing megumi so hes at like. a low low point. it culminates in him not moving out of the way of a curses blow fast enough/getting caught in a domain/etc etc etc. dont hate him, hes depressed. and we all know hes been some level of suicidal since he was at least fifteen

anyway. he ends up back in time and megumi isnt even born yet. nobaras not born yet. mahito hasnt formed yet. his mother isnt dead yet, but he doesnt know WHEN kenjaku took over her body so he literally cant even do anything about it, cant know how or when to save her

so he goes to the one place he DOES know hes needed: he goes to gojo satoru. puts himself up to the gojo clan as a bodyguard, makes a binding vow to protect gojo satoru with his life and then some, that he'll never harm him and always do his best to look after him. and they cant really doubt him after that bc like. well. thats pretty comprehensive. also this guy is INSANELY powerful and theyre not about to turn an asset like that away. he has his own reasons for wanting to protect their clan heir, but it doesnt seem to be anything about a political agenda

and its not. gojo is like, four or eight or something idk. and the second yuuji sees him hes on his knees. already, theres such a piercing intelligence in those eyes. already, a growing distance. yuujis never seen gojo so blank before, save once, after he slaughtered the elders.

he cant fix it, he knows that. he cant fix anything. but gojo- satoru, sweet little satoru-chan- will never have to worry about assassins again.

yuuji takes care of them all. swiftly and with prejudice. hes one of the few who tells satoru, as gently as hes capable of, not to look. satoru replies that it doesnt matter if he looks or not. he already knows yuuji's a monster.

and for the first time in such a long time, someone acknowledges what he's become without being bothered by it.

(they tried so hard not to flinch where he could see them, but the way they looked at him when he didn't get so much as a wrinkle no matter how much time passed- that heartbroken look of dismay and defeat- was almost worse. his friends had the bad habit of trying to convince him he wasn't becoming just as much of a curse as sukuna ever was. it was sweet of them, if misguided.)

so yuuji becomes the little gojo heir's guard dog. theyre attached at the hip. yuuji will obey gojos every order, even to leave gojo alone. gojo tests it again and again, partly because this loyalty fascinates him. he doesnt know what he did to deserve it. yuuji would carve the heart from his chest if satoru told him to. he lets gojo sneak out, helps him even, and watches him as he walks away, though it hurts him worse than anything else.

and when gojo comes back, hes still there, golden eyes bleeding red, gaze piercing as he watches satoru approach once more.

satoru, being satoru, just cant leave it alone. he knows he has no true power over yuuji- that yuujis even more powerful than he is, in a way that satoru's absolutely determined to match one day but knows hes nowhere close to yet- but this man, enormous and scarred with the most delicate touch satoru has ever felt, follows his orders, bowing to his whims

one by one, satoru finds all of yuujis lines.

he wont let satoru kill his assassins, even when ordered. ('theres already blood on my hands,' satoru argues. 'there doesnt need to be more,' yuuji replies, hauling away yet another body)

he wont let satoru be cruel to the servants, when the occasional urge strikes him, just so that theyll stop acting like fucking automotans. preprogrammed puppets following his every whim and satoru never realized he hated that before but once yuuji stands in front of him and refuses to budge, he knows that he has no use for people who would let him slit his own throat if he commanded them to, especially since they would never have the courage to hold the blade to his neck themselves.

he wont let satoru go on his excursions without some of his blood on his person (and wasn't THAT a surprise the first time satoru was attacked on one of his little adventures, a stream of blood writhing out from the bracelet yuuji gave him to pierce through the would-be assassin's throat before satoru could even get into stance. yuuji was there not a minute later, scooping him gently into his arms and whisking him away)

and very, very occasionally, he leaves. and nothing satoru says or does can stop him. no tantrum or threat or anything at all. the first time is a week. he vanishes and turns back up, blank as the day he arrived, and something in satoru sinks because he doesnt want to see yuuji like this. wants his tiny smiles back and the way his head tilts when hes asking satoru to elaborate on what he finds stupid about his lessons or what new thing he found in an ancestor's journal. wants the firm, careful grasp of his hands, and the rare stroke of a palm, warm over his head. fingers brushing the bangs off his forehead when he thinks satoru's fallen asleep.

he goes back to normal eventually, but it happens again a few years later. and then again. and something in satoru feels like its breaking every time. what's the point of all his lauded power if he cant actually keep the person he wants MOST beside him?

he works harder. gets stronger. he needs to be stronger. but yuujis always watching, always waiting. always bringing handmade snacks and fresh-squeezed lemonade and pulling him into his lap and telling him in that low, slow voice of his to slow down. nobody will take him away. nobody will hurt satoru. he has time. yuuji is giving him time.

against his every screaming instinct, satoru lets himself sink into that embrace, just for a little while.

and everything is fine.

until its not.

puberty is annoying and irrational and when satoru fucks up because theres so many FEELINGS in his chest it feels like hes going to vomit them all out because theres no way to hold them all in, everything goes wrong.

he kisses yuuji. yuuji pushes him away. says 'no,' very firmly. satoru doesnt think yuujis ever said no to him before. hes furious at first. angry and humiliated and hurt. and then yuuji takes him into his arms after giving him the space to sulk, like he always does and he breaks down. says hes sorry and hes angry and he loves him, he has to, because hes never felt like this for anyone and who the heck else would he ever feel this way about? who else would he want?

yuuji pretends to be calm but hes not. he pretends to be indifferent but hes not. he pretends not to WANT things but he does. satoru knows. he sees it all. but he also knows yuuji's stubborn as a bull and wont budge when he thinks hes in the right.

but they talk about it and its not great or maybe even good. theres a distance between them thats never been there before and satoru HATES it, wishes he'd been smarter instead of impulsive, wishes hed waiting and pushed yuujis boundaries until there were none left instead of just trying to cut them away entirely. he didnt know. how could he know? he didnt even realize he was going to kiss yuuji until he'd already done it. didnt know he loved him until that very moment.

its not great. its not even good. but its fine. satoru can deal with this. he can fix this. he just needs time. and hes got time. yuuji promised.

and then yuuji advocates for him to go to jujutsu high. the elders dont want it of course, SATORU doesnt want it. hes furious and betrayed because yuuji SAID he didnt hold it against him, said it wouldnt change things, he PROMISED satoru would have time.

but yuuji insists it will be good for him, is laying his own neck on the line for satoru to have this opportunity, and satoru... he cant say no to yuuji. not to yuuji, who knows him better than he knows himself. who knows how the clan stifles him better than anyone. who knows how it chafes, how he wants to spread his wings, needs his own space, is winding tighter and tighter with every comment and censure and subtle demand about how HIS life is supposed to go.

and satoru caves. because yuuji never disobeys unless its something important.

so he goes. and he loves it. he meets new people and makes new friends and gets into exhilerating fights and learns so much and-

he misses yuuji like a lost limb.

he knew yuuji didnt like interacting with the jujutsu world at large but he never knew just how bad it was. contact with the gojo elders being sparse was only natural, who would want to deal with those geezers more than necessary? but its more than that.

yuuji refuses to come onto the school grounds, only meeting satoru outside of them once a week, because satoru talked him down from once a MONTH (as IF. satoru didnt even have to try to get him to fold, and it was a relief. knowing yuuji wanted to be apart from him as much as he wanted to be apart from yuuji)

but yuuji gives him a parting gift of some of his blood inserted directly into satoru's bloodstream and its pretty good as far as consolation prizes go. (he wonders if yuuji can feel his blood race every time the adrenaline hits, every time he plunges, manic, into another fight he can end with his bare hands. wonders if he feels it when he goes back to his dorm to jerk himself to completion after, yuujis name on his lips)

in the end, though, nothing good lasts forever. he finds this out abruptly, horrifically, when the vessel of ryoumen sukuna- a vessel that's somehow stolen every one of sukuna's fingers- is discovered and dragged before the jujutsu elders. and its YUUJI.

theyre gonna kill him. no, worse. theyre gonna make SATORU kill him. its all satoru can do to keep himself from SCREAMING at them, berating them for so much as thinking that he would EVER- but then yuuji speaks up for the first time and hes so relieved because yuujis strong, and steady, and hes always known what to do he can FIX this he can make them SEE-

but he doesnt. all he does is meet satorus eyes and tell them that that wont be necessary. if they want him dead, he can do it himself. but it would probably be easier to seal him. theyd get a decent talisman out of him that way, like how sukunas fingers were before.

and satoru thought hed known heartbreak before, but it felt nothing like this.

they lock yuuji away, and satoru is so completely useless he feels hysterical with it. he begs his friends for help, cashes in every favour hes got, and gets in to see yuuji. asks him what the hell hes thinking. asks him how the hell they managed to get the drop on him. tells him it doesnt matter because satorus gonna get him out.

but yuuji wont go. and satoru finally realizes why yuuji pushed him away all those years ago- the REAL reason- knows why hes held back ever since, no matter how satoru tries to entice him, no matter the gleam he sees in those golden eyes, the hunger he knows is there, turbulent and unending as the ocean. he knew it would come to this.

and satoru asks, voice cracking, how long hes been planning for this. how long hes expected to not even be granted the dignity of death. or was that the plan first? to die? to leave? kill himself in silence, without so much as a body left behind for satoru to mourn.

or was it satoru in the first place. was HE to be yuujis executioner? from the very beginning? is that why he took such precious care of satoru all those years?

and yuuji makes a sound in the back of his throat, but he doesnt deny it, CANT deny it, and something in satoru shudders and cracks open.

so was that it then. yuuji was just another bastard raising a weapon, all along.

and THAT, finally, makes yuuji crack, lunging forward from where he's tied to a chair, enough rope around his hands to chain a mountain.

because NO. not that. NEVER that. satoru is so much more than a weapon.

and satoru snarls, calls him a liar, stalks towards him and yanks him back by the hair and asks what the hell then? what did he think was going to happen? did he really think satoru would ever lift a hand to him, did he think he would ever, COULD ever, be convinced to KILL him?

he doesnt have to, yuuji promises. but he doesnt need yuuji anymore.

no, yuuji doesnt get to decide that. he doesnt get to DO that, to do this. fade into the background? bow out gracefully? become, what, a fucking TALISMAN for future generations to use and discard at will, nevermind that those are pieces of his beloved's SOUL. dont make him fucking LAUGH.

and he kisses yuuji. smashes their mouths together and gnaws on his lips and tell him to kiss him back, the BASTARD. he knows yuuji wants to. hes known for years. he was being nice, trying to give YUUJI time, let him get used to the idea of satoru being and becoming an adult, trying not to be reckless again, but fuck that. yuujis facing the reaper now, and he's got blue eyes and white hair, blood staining his teeth.

at least- at least give him this. or what, does he really just hate wanting satoru that much?

to which yuuji hoarsely replies that satoru has no idea how much yuuji wants him.

which leads gojo snarling at him to fucking prove it, of course.

and he does. he kisses him back like satoru's been dreaming of for years, tongue hot and demanding in his mouth, teeth sharp on his lips. gojo's on his lap, squirming and begging, tears glistening at the edges of his eyes, and yuujis carefully cultivated blankness is shuddering, his precise control shredding at the edges.

he rips himself free from the ropes with sheer, brute strength, and then his hands- fuck, his HANDS. theyre everywhere, meltingly warm, callouses scraping along satorus baby-soft, sensitive skin. the only reason it lasts as long as it does is because yuujis blood is in his veins, circulating in all the right places, and satoru comes three times before yuuji comes once- the first from his hands, the second from his fingers, and the third from his cock, yuuji's hands on his hips lifting him up and down and up and down as he practically rides himself into oblivion.

and when theyre done, satoru boneless in yuuji's arms, nearly unconscious, he slurs that if yuuji takes his virginity just to fucking DIE, satoru's gonna find a way to bring him back, just so he can kill him again. and yuujis breath hitches as he gathers him up closer and tighter.

and he doesnt know why, but when satoru finally falls asleep, he could swear there's some sweet wetness pooling where yuuji's face is tucked into his neck.

when he wakes up again, hes tucked into his bed and the elders are in yet another uproar. it turns out they cant really do anything to yuuji when hes not being cooperative about it. and hes not. no, hes preparing breakfast for satoru instead, the dorm's single, awful polka-dot apron wrapped around his waist

and satoru goes weak-kneed in relief, and yuuji carries him back to bed, skimming gentle kisses over his skin. satoru admits that he wasnt sure, that he thought yuuji would leave him again, or that hed wake up on the floor of that fucking cell, yuuji gone blank and cold again in the way satoru hates most.

and yuuji says he wouldnt do that to satoru, even if he wasnt going to live.. and satoru asks if he IS going to and yuuji hesitates but says hes going to try. he says theres a lot of things he doesnt know how to tell satoru; even more that he doesnt know if he CAN tell satoru.

they got the drop on him. it was unexpected but he let it happen. he admits he wasnt really thinking, just. it seemed fine. if it was time.

but he wants... he wants to watch satoru grow into his own. wants to help him finish evolving, wants to spar with him and make him even stronger. wants to protect him, at his side and his back. wants to be at his coming of age ceremony. see him get married. see him have a kid. see him grow up. see him grow old.

and satoru pushes himself up so he can look at yuuji like what the hell do you think im gonna do all that for? im not marrying anyone but you and the old duffers can stuff it. if you want kids, sure, but we're adopting them, cause im not a fucking broodmare and youre not sticking your dick in anything thats not me ever again

its too late now. yuuji really shouldve thought his plan to raise his murderer through better, because hes never getting rid of him now. so there. bleh.

and yuuji wraps his arms around him and pulls him close and tells him, truthfully, that he stopped planning for that after the first assassin that yuuji stopped. there should never be blood on satorus hands, but he knows he cant stop that so the least he can do is not taint him with yuujis. even if he doesnt truly think itd be different from any other curse hes killed.

but he knows how satoru feels now. he wont put him through that pain. he wont do that to him.

and satoru kisses him and grumbles that he'd better not or he'll beat his ass. and yuuji laughs.

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BEGGING FOR MORE DETAIL ABOUT THE TOJI WIP. I HAVE BEEN SO CURIOUS ABOUT IT FOR SO LONG. PLEASE

Aww shucks. Twist my arm why dontcha :3c

Okay SO! The idea for the toji fic came from the first time yuuji meets tengen (i think, its been a while since i read it). If youll remember, tengen mentions how toji, with his Heavenly Restriction, is outside the bonds of fate, and so when he killed riko, its implied that he shattered the fates of gojo, getou, riko, and even the fate of japan

So imagine with me, if you will: a world in which sukuna won. In which kenjaku succeeded in their experiments. Japan an apocalyptic ruin of itself. Tengen’s barrier their last act, to protect the whole world by turning japan into its own self contained ecosystem, in the hopes that it might cannibalize itself and leave the rest out of it.

yuuji: the last sorcerer. stranded. alone.

and i think we all know that a yuuji left alone is a very dangerous yuuji.

And a yuuji who’s had to watch all his friends be killed by the monster HE failed to contain, as his best friend is torn from his reach forever, as every sorcerer is picked off, as every person living in japan is mutated into something inhuman, and the ones who manage to survive are the worst off of all, their souls twisted beyond repair.

A yuuji who’s hunted, by sukuna and- due to their alliance- by kenjaku, because why not observe their greatest specimen while they watch the end of the world? Every cursed hybrid in japan is on the lookout for him. Theres no rest. No relief. No sanctuary. 

The only way to survive is to get stronger. Stronger. No, stronger than that. STRONGER.

Strong enough to kill sukuna? Yes. i think that would be strong enough. Maybe just.

So lets say he adapts. He gets used to this. He triumphs and he fails and eventually he manages to carve out enough breathing room that he can- just barely- think again. So he goes around to the ruins of the clan’s compounds. he searches the cursed warehouse, where the most powerful and forbidden artifacts and weapons and information are, searching for anything that could fix this, that could change the circumstances he finds himself in- that ALL of japan finds itself in.

And yuuji falls back through time.

A couple crises later, he remembers something tengen said, so long ago its barely a wisp of a thought, just the shock of emotion and the outline of the words-that-were. He remembers shoko-san’s discordant stories of her youth, on the nights where her hands were shaking too bad to even light her cigarettes.

He remembers there was a man who shattered fate. And he looks at his own fate, tied in a noose so tight around his neck it took the rewriting of the world to slip out of it. His self, who dangles now, at the edge of a precipice, completely untethered.

And he begins to plan.

TA-DA!!!!!

My goal with this fic is really to see what yuuji would look like after losing absolutely everything, and how it would change him to live in a world that was defined by savagery and loneliness and survival.

I also REALLY wanted to write first year Gojo. Hes tiny!! Tiny fluffy boi!! Need him to stand next to a Yuuji who can snap him in half. He needs a manic grin, like a demented squirrel hopped up on So Much Sugar and Yuuji just Looking with his dark aura and dead eyes like ‘if u touch him I will rip ur arms off’ and he is genuinely not even exaggerating 

Anyway this fic is really about exploring a Yuuji pushed to his limits and past and how he would react to all his ghosts and how he would interact with other people now that he’s changed so much and has existed in this world that nobody else really understands the cruelty of. 

Like. Consider this Yuuji who feels as much like a curse as a sorcerer now. Who is used to a world of brutality beyond anything the current sorcerers have ever faced. Consider how that disconnect might throw them all off, like the wobble of a loose tooth.

I really wanted to see what he would do in this situation and how he might use means that would have horrified him in the past. His entire GOAL now is to kill Toji and kenjaku. To murder a human in cold blood, whos never even done anything to him personally. This isn’t self defense. This is the preemptive, planned killing of his best friends father. His best friend who doesn’t remember him. Who doesn’t KNOW him. Whos a child.

And maybe to kill his own younger self too.

and how, within all of that, at the center of the pragmatism and the ruthlessness and the sheer force of threat he radiates, he still remains, in crumbling pieces, yuuji.

LIKE *gestures frantically* DO U SEE WHAT I MEAN

Oh also. This fic is featuring Big!Yuuji. Hes like 19 now, and- I mean this in the most respectful way possible- a beefcake.

anyway. I give u a snippy. I am big-hearted like that *grins evilly*

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He hadn’t realized he’d been harbouring a tiny, private hope that he could see Gojo-sensei again until it had been crushed underfoot by the boy in the Elders’ chamber.

It’s a bitter thought, swirling in his stomach like bile, shameful and disappointing even to himself. He knows better than this; he is better than this. 

Even Fushiguro isn’t the same, not truly. He’s a child, like Gojo-sensei is a child.

None of them have been- will be- the same. 

Not Shoko-san, not Kugisaki, not even Principal Yaga. Even with that stalwart man who seemed the type to never change, there’s an impetuousness that Yuuji has never seen, a shifting frustration bubbling just beneath the surface, the kind of helpless anger easily turned to rebellion.

The part of his mind constantly thinking survive survive survive wonders if he can use that, and he hates, he hates.

Souls or timelines or whatever else, the people he knew are gone. They’re gone. He had his chance to love them, and he lost it; let it slip through his fingers like a fast-running river.

It’s too late now.

This isn’t about fixing past mistakes, it’s about preventing future ruin. He knows that, he does.

Balling his fist against the wall of his forcefully acquired shower, he wonders desperately how, if that’s the case, can it hurt so much?

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[mossterunderthebed]

I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT

after for-frackin-EVER, i have finally done it. i have finished- AND POSTED- The Terrible Okkoita, now with an official name (genuinely i almost forgot i needed one lol)

anyway. here she is shes beautiful everyone go eat her and tell me how she tastes :D

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

*looking at my completed fic with misty eyes*

beautiful

[mossterunderthebed]

"I KNOW YOUR HUNGER" AND "TAKE IT BACK NOW Y'ALL" pls best Moss ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

hello nonny! thank you sm for the ask <3

My Hunger//Yours:

a Goyuuge story about a post-canon yuuji that gets sent to the past by way of curse user. its him searching for a way home and growing closer to both gojo and getou along the way. and perhaps that curse user from the beginning is more important that they at first appeared...

been a while since ive worked on this one, and it kinda evolved on me. it was supposed to be goyuu then swung to geita and now im just. vibing. so we'll see what- if anything- happens with it. its on my list of fics to actually finish tho so theres still hope. cross ur fingies folks.

and ill go ahead a find a good snippy for you. Enjoy~

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“Are you going to come out or am I going to have to make you?”

It’s silent.

Then, the wall ripples, chittering filling the room, and a curse with hundreds of eyes and long, thin claws throws itself out of the peeling white plaster on the walls, reaching for him desperately.

Yuuji lifts two fingers.

The curse falls to the floor in three solid chunks, thick blood spilling from its body. Slowly letting out a controlled exhale, he reaches up, massaging his neck as he feels his cursed energy simmer down from its restless boil.

He misses his friends. He misses Higuruma-sensei giving him that deadpan look that means a lecture is incoming and Shoko-san smelling of smoke and Inumaki-senpai and Panda-senpai running around, leapfrogging over each other to make the rest of them laugh.

Kugisaki and Fushiguro aren’t here with him and it sucks. He's vulnerable like this; queasy from something he doesn’t want to admit is plain old fear. 

His actions right now, are they causing an irreparable divide? Is he clinging to a scrap of driftwood, the current slowly carrying him further and further away from crumbling island ground? 

Or will he be able to step back into his time like hopping over a stream, bright, water-smooth pebbles glinting at the bottom?

If he thinks about it, he might go insane, so he can’t think, but he’s never been any good at sitting still either.

He needs to find his friends. He needs to get back to his friends. But first…

“Are you going to come out?” Yuuji asks, mildly curious. “Or are you waiting to see what happens next? That is why you followed me, isn’t it?”

Turning, he sees him, half his body draped in shadow.

“Getou Suguru.” 

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take it back now, y'all (reverse, reverse):

love this one. i think its the first time travel fic i ever started after realizing i had to write the fic i wanted to read in the world, and defo one of the early goyuu fics. funnily enough it also started as goyuu only to end up in goyuuge territory.

theres a lot i want to do with it but it became a LOT more involved than i was ready for. it needs so much workshopping i think it might just straight need a rewrite honestly, but we'll see if i ever get around to doing it. i want to though, so, again, there is hope.

anyway, now a snippy!

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Let it never be said that Satoru isn’t aware of his flaws. He just ignores them. As far as he’s concerned, whether he’s actually a decent human being or not doesn’t matter. He is the strongest. By virtue of his mere existence, he is the paragon of all life, the magnum opus, the closest thing that exists to the divine in this world.

Point being, he has an abnormal, possibly unhealthy amount of pride. And nothing grates against that pride like being told, from the mouths of fucking peons, that he’s not worth paying attention to; that he’s in any way lesser.

He’s been fending for himself, protecting himself, creating miracles the likes of which haven’t been seen in centuries with a flick of his fingers since he was in the single digits.

So he may, perhaps, have a vested interest in beating his new classmate- who seems to think it’s okay to look straight through Gojo fucking Satoru like he isn’t even there- into the ground until he pleads for mercy. And maybe cries a bit.

Satoru may even be generous enough to forgive him if he begs, nice and pretty, that scar scrunched between plaintive brows and his eyelashes dewy with tears. Yeah. Satoru can afford to be magnanimous from time to time.

“So, how do you want me,” he flicks over his shoulder, smirking.

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[mossterunderthebed]

SUNDAY SNIPPET

I HAVE ARRIVED! pls ignore the date and the day and how long its been since i was tagged hahahaha...! a thousand thank yous to @laughing-sock for the tag it was so sweet of you to think of me 🥺 im a sucker for the chance to share my writing it must be said

anyway. okkoita be upon ye

Yuuta-senpai, though, his eyes are fixed on Yuuji like they’ve never been anywhere else, dark and blistering. An erratic thump pulses in Yuuji’s chest and he tilts his head, watching with a thrill under his skin as Yuuta-senpai tips an angle to match.

“Senpai,” Yuuji calls. “Want to race?”

A smile slips across Yuuta-senpai’s lips. “I don’t know. Will I be enough of a challenge? My kohai’s sure to beat me.”

It’s a habit of his, Yuuji’s realized. Yuuta-senpai likes to undersell himself, even as he props his katana against the bleachers and strips off his uniform jacket, holding Yuuji’s gaze the whole time. Modest as Yuuta-senpai might act, the confident way he carries himself doesn’t leave room for doubt. It’s a defense, one Yuuji knows well enough to read by now; smoke-screen and shield in one.

The future is barrelling towards them at the speed of time. None of them have the luxury of ducking responsibility anymore, he and Yuuta-senpai least of all.

It’s not as though any of them have any intention of trying. It’s just that sometimes, pretending otherwise makes it easier to bear. Or something like that.

[mossterunderthebed]

"take it back now, y'all (reverse, reverse)" put the song in my head so please tell me more about it

also I'm always down to hear more about "The Terrible Okkoita" 👉👈

hi Sock! thank you for the ask :)

take it back now, y'all (reverse reverse):

ooh another one. since i already did a brief explanation in my other post, i'll just go for a snippy shall I?

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Over the next week, Suguru learns that Itadori is a study in contradictions. 

He loosens up some after that night in the kitchens, a week of twitching at every loud noise fading into a smoother, more general friendliness. 

But even as his smiles begin to bloom, small but easy, there remains a tension to him that never fades. A near inaudible hum, like standing next to a live wire. He smothers his laughter after the first joyful bark, snickering at the back of the mouth he pinches closed.

It’s strangely sweet, but unexpected, too. Itadori seems like the kind of person to enjoy his amusements unabashedly, but instead he acts like he’s expecting someone to scold him for every sound he makes. If Suguru had to guess, it’s a learned behavior, and he can't help but wonder who taught it to him. The million dollar question: where was Itadori before he ended up with Tengen?

There’s a wariness to him. Not quite distance, but something like it. Something that keeps him walking a half-step off from the pace everyone else has set. He’s not disingenuine, just… holding back. 

It makes Suguru curious, and he’s never been kind with his curiosity; he was the sort of kid that ripped insects apart trying to figure out what made them fly, or crawl, or die. 

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The Terrible Okkoita:

ugh i love this one. ive been working on it for about 8 months now, and its just about ready to post! im very excited

the terrible okkoita is a fic that follows post-canon yuuji and yuuta through the development of their relationship. theres a few twists and some mild miscommunication, which mainly stems from them being too emotionally constipated to actually TALK to each other. (keep in mind that no matter how strong, at their hearts, they're just traumatized teenagers. there's gonna be messiness at times.)

its abt 20k, and it has a fully fledged romance and subplot and everything! im very proud, and i really hope you guys like it. it should be getting posted this coming Sunday, maybe Monday.

okay now a snippy! Enjoy~

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Yuuta-senpai’s smile is easy, but Yuuji detects a hint of sheepishness at the corners. “Finished early, and Hokkaido’s been a mess lately, so I came to do some cleanup on my way back. Figured it couldn’t hurt. I didn’t realize you’d already been assigned here. Sorry for stepping on your toes,” he apologizes sincerely. 

It’s always that way with Yuuta-senpai. He means what he says, what he does, plain and simple. It’s refreshing. The jujutsu world believes in layers, in meaning wrapped upon meaning until the truth is lost in layers of misdirection and obfuscation.

Megumi grew up with all that, so gleaning a drop of honest emotion from him is like prying open a hard-shelled clam. Even Nobara, for all that she seems blunt and open, protects herself with thick armour, tough as a dragon’s hide.

Yuuji’s never worked that way. He might be guarded- now more than ever- but he’s never seen the point in dancing around in orbit. Feet work best planted firmly on the ground.

Yuuta-senpai, who grew up in the civilian world like he did, is the closest second Yuuji’s ever found. Except for maybe Todo, but even he prefers speaking in riddles to actual clarity.

So Yuuji replies with, “It’s okay. I’d be grateful for your help, actually,” because he means that, too.

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[mossterunderthebed]

u know for a second there i was almost ashamed of my most recent fixation and then i remembered that there are tons of people who unironically adore game of thrones and now im not embarrassed anymore