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[hanabashira]

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With a playful smile and a roll of her eyes, Kanae put her hands up in mock surrender as he took the gifts she brought him.

❝ Fine, I might’ve gotten some outside help for your birthday — I recruited Suguru, since he’s less likely to ask questions. Because if I would’ve asked Shoko, I can picture herself saying, ‘ oooooh, you have a crush on Satoru! ’ and he just kinda smiled and dropped facts about you. Candy you like, foods you like, your music preferences, etc. ❞

Kanae clasped her hands together, ❝ and the flowers were an extra touch. ❞ she added quickly. ❝ but you’re welcome, Satoru-chan. I’m happy you liked your gifts. ❞

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Utahime’s lashes fluttered, her awareness surfacing slowly — like she was deciding whether waking up was even worth the effort. His voice reached her first… then the warmth… then the unmistakable realization of exactly where she was.

Her eyes opened halfway, gaze sliding up to meet his — and narrowing just a little when she caught that damned smile.

“…You look entirely too pleased with yourself,” she murmured, voice soft with sleep but edged with familiar sass. “Did your ego need the reassurance that badly?” Still she didn’t move away.

If anything, she shifted slightly closer, settling more comfortably against him before she seemed to realize what she’d done. A faint pause followed — then a quiet huff, like she’d decided to commit rather than retreat.

“…Don’t misunderstand,” she added, lifting her chin a fraction. “You just happen to be conveniently warm. Like an overconfident space heater.”

Her gaze lingered on his face — softer than her words, more thoughtful than teasing alone could explain. “…Though,” she admitted after a beat, voice lowering, “I suppose you’re… tolerable. Like this.”

She paused. Then, faintly smugly added, “So if you move and ruin it, I will hold it against you. For at least a week.” Her fingers lightly caught the fabric near his sleeve — absentminded, barely there.

“…And if you tell anyone I fell asleep on you,” she murmured, lips curving just slightly, “I’ll make sure the next time you lower your guard is significantly more painful.” A quiet breath. “…Now be useful for once and stay still.”

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@mugenao :\\ Asked;

❝ it seems we're outnumbered. ❞

Oh, things were getting dicey, for sure. He knew he should probably find a way out, a way to run... but they were currently dealing with something rough. Too many to stop and face them but not enough strength to handle it all on their own. But, if they could manage to pick them off, they might stand a chance. Brilliant mako eyes glance over his shoulder, noting how many grunts seemed to be on their tails. Between the two of them, there would have to be some smart maneuvering to throw them off and lose sight of at least one. The person that was able to split off would have to pick people off. "I have an idea, but we would have to coordinate how we execute it. Unless you have an idea."

He shifted to grip his sword again, staying where they wouldn't be seen. This moment to catch their breath would be fine up until they managed to figure all of this out. They might have time to figure out a plan before someone could have found the two now hiding. "My idea is one of us is the distraction and the other picks people off until we can run." Getting space to take care of themselves was just as important as fighting off any problems with facing them head on. "What are your thoughts?"

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Kikyo was smiling down at the male before chuckling, having figured out his sweet tooth long ago, which was why she was offering to get some hot chocolate. Western foods and drinks were becoming more popular within larger cities, so it was nice to indulge even if they were on a mission. Nodding her head, the miko stood up, walking towards the vendor she saw selling the beverage, leaving the other behind as he made himself comfortable. The woman was wearing a thick furlined haori covering her quiver and bow that was attached to her back, easily hidden from view. Once she received the drinks as requested, she made her way back over towards the other slayer, humming softly. “Here you go.” It was something to help warm them up as they still had a long way to go before the train would arrive to take them to the destination of their mission.

The ravenette had requested double sugar and double the chocolate syrup, which caused the vendor to look concerned. However, she simply shrugged at his look before giving it to the person who requested it. Taking a seat beside him, she did not know if someone was sitting there before them, but it didn’t matter now. Holding her cup carefully, she was blowing at the top, trying to cool it off a bit before taking a sip. She did not feel like burning her tongue or the inside of her mouth. “I requested double the sweetness, and the vendor looked like his ears stopped working as his face paled. So it's better to give you that boost of energy you so desperately need.” The last remark rolled off her tongue playfully as she chuckled before focusing her attention back to her own drink.

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JENNA MARBLES SENTENCE STARTERS || accepting

❝ this is like the weirdest murder scene ever. ❞ -- @mugenao for shoko

"weirdest murder scene that we've seen so far," her eyes glance over at him before she pulled her hair back into a pony tail and she snapped on her powder blue exam gloves. "don't tempt fate, Gojo." In their life a murder scene could always be weirder.

he was right though, this one was odd, it must be why the both of them had been plucked off other duties and brought here. him for his six eyes so he could see the cursed energy of the crime scene, and her for her medical expertise.

"you know it kind of feels like we stepped into a basic cable procedural," she joked as she crouches down near the body to examine it. "you're the detective, clearly and I'm obviously the doctor pulled in to be a medical examiner."

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Megumi watched the familiar display with the same expression he’d worn from the moment he’d walked in, though the corner of his mouth threatened the faintest twitch before he buried it. It was impossible to tell whether Gojo genuinely believed every ounce of his own praise or simply enjoyed fishing for a reaction.

“…Your ego really doesn’t need any more encouragement, Gojo...”

The words came with little heat, more weary than cutting. He folded his arms loosely across his chest, letting out a quiet sigh of his own.

“I know you trained me.” His gaze drifted toward the mission report resting on the desk before returning to his teacher. “I’m not pretending you didn’t. But that doesn’t mean every successful mission is another excuse for you to congratulate yourself.”

A brief pause settled between them.

“The curse manifested inside an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. Grade Two, like the report predicted… though it adapted faster than expected after the first exchange.” His tone shifted into business, concise without becoming detached. “It tried to force civilians deeper into the building before I could intercept it. I got everyone out first, then finished it once there wasn’t anyone left to protect.”

He shrugged one shoulder as if the outcome had been inevitable.

“I took a few hits because I prioritized the evacuation, but nothing serious. No civilian casualties. No collateral damage worth mentioning.” His eyes lingered on Gojo for a moment longer, quietly gauging the older sorcerer’s reaction despite himself.

“…So there. Those are the details you wanted.”

A few seconds of silence passed before he added, almost begrudgingly, “And… thanks. For making sure I was prepared.”

The admission was so understated it could’ve been mistaken for an afterthought, but the sincerity behind it was unmistakable.

[hanabashira]

Satoru sneaks up behind Kanae and wraps his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her cheek in the process.

Kanae let out the softest startled breath when a familiar pair of arms suddenly slipped around her waist from behind. The warmth against her back and the quick kiss pressed to her cheek made her shoulders tense for only a second before she relaxed with a quiet laugh.

“Well… someone’s feeling bold today.”

She tilted her head slightly, violet eyes glancing toward him from the corner of her vision, amusement dancing there as a faint blush dusted across her cheeks. One of her hands gently rested over his arm wrapped around her waist, fingers lightly tracing against the fabric of his sleeve. “You know…” she hummed teasingly, “most people would announce their presence before sneaking up on a sorcerer.”

Despite the playful scolding, her tone carried no real complaint. If anything, she leaned back just a little more into him, allowing herself to melt into the embrace for a brief moment. The corners of her lips curved into a soft smile as she turned her face enough for him to see the fond expression she was trying — and failing — to hide.

“But I suppose I’ll let it slide this time, Toru.” Her free hand reached up, gently flicking his forehead in mock punishment before lingering there, brushing a few strands of snowy white hair away from his eyes as she looked up at him with a soft smile. “… I missed you.” Kanae added.

“Though if you keep stealing kisses without warning…” Kanae paused deliberately, her smile turning more mischievous as she finally turned within his arms to face him properly. “…I might start expecting them.” She looked at him with quiet warmth, fingers still lightly curled against the front of his uniform while her expression softened into something undeniably affectionate. “And then you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.”

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Megumi goes still at that—more than he expects to. The words settle somewhere deeper than they should, and for once, he doesn’t have anything immediate to deflect with.

“…You say that now,” he mutters, but it’s quieter than usual, lacking its usual edge.

His gaze drops for a second, lingering on nothing in particular before shifting back to Satoru. There’s something hesitant there—like he’s weighing whether to speak or let the moment pass.

“…Just don’t disappear Gojo.” he adds, almost under his breath.

The admission seems to catch even him off guard. His shoulders tense slightly, as if bracing for something that doesn’t come. After a beat, he exhales, trying to recover some of his usual composure.

“…You’re annoying,” Megumi says, softer this time, the words familiar—but now they land differently, carrying something steadier beneath them.