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to save a soul

this is just gonna be me yapping about the itasuku post canon/canon divergent fic that has been brewing in the back of my mind because im not sure if i'll ever write it. a mix of just general yap and some snippets. its not really itasuku in a romantic sense, but perhaps it could be...

part 1 (+masterlist)(1.9k words) | part 2

the meat of this is that at the final moment Sukuna lets Yuji take him in. Yuji will get a chance to finally save him like he wanted to, like he wanted to do with everyone, but then things proceed pretty much the same, Yuji doesn't hear from Sukuna, he doesn't show up or do anything. No tricks, no complaints, just silence.

Yuji begins to wonder if Sukuna was ever there at all, if maybe he really did just fade away into dust. He and Megumi and Nobara all grow closer in the resulting time spent together, jujutsu society starts licking its wounds and building itself back up in a better, less lonely way. Things are going well, great even. Yuji is on a mission with Nobara and one of the new first years, they're probably third year students now, on the cusp of graduating. A lot has changed in his life, but it feels like he's missing something.

Nobara and the other kid are on the other side of the building fighting a curse that spits out a ton of small weak curses. The kid is strong, Nobara is capable, so Yuji was going deeper into the building to pound down the stronger main curse. He's exchanging blows, and dealing a significant amount of damage when all of a sudden he hears a too familiar voice, and the feeling in his cheek drains away. It had just been hit and had been throbbing.

"What is this trash?"

The presence is weak and yet heavy, disproportionate to the way Yuji feels his heart beating out of his chest. His chest is already heaving, this curse was giving him quite the workout.

"Sukuna?"

"What, brat?"

"Hah, I thought you were gone," Yuji wheezed out as he dodged another swipe from the curse. It's arms were evolving into something sharp, dangerous. An adaptable beast, oozing out feelings of hatred. "Welcome back," he punctuated his words with a black flash, the thrill of the heat and the excited pounding in his chest forcing a grin onto his face.

"I don't need a welcome from someone as weak as you," that rattling, growling voice answered, and the numbness in his cheek faded as quickly as it had appeared.

"Don't get shy on me now, Sukuna," Yuji complained as he nailed the curse with another black flash.

The curse's body quaked beneath the force, its disgusting skin cracking open. Bright green liquid splashed out, flecks of it coating Yuji's face. Irritating but nothing compared to that winter. Another hit, no black flash this time, just raw cursed energy, has it swelling up and bursting. Yuji just barely covers his face in time. In the back of his mind, he feels a roiling satisfaction at the exorcism that he's never felt before. It boils and burns and yet is warm, comfortable.

"Shit, that's new," Yuji remarks to empty air.

The source of the warmth must be from Sukuna. Yuji has never felt this way in the years that he's been a sorcerer. If not for the small, immutable spark simmering, Yuji would almost wonder if Sukuna's appearance had just been a trick of his mind.

He'd expected him to show up again by now. It's been weeks, he's even done at dozen missions since. Nothing. The small spark remains, that piece of cursed energy that felt both familiar and unfamiliar. A piece of himself, and yet not. This wasn't new, Sukuna had lived in Yuji for at least half a year. Really, for longer, since apparently Sukuna has been here for the past two years. Yuji doesn't feel Sukuna since that mission last month until he's visiting Gojo's grave. Somewhere along the way, it became a habit. To visit Gojo's grave, and his grandfather's.

They weren't in the same place, so he usually visited about a week apart, depending on how busy it was. As he was standing there, allowing the bitter winter wind to nip at his face, Yuji felt his cheek slowly growing numb again. Not the one facing the wind. That was how he knew.

"What a disappointment," that once careful voice rumbled out. It didn't feel sincere. "We could've had so much more fun."

It was one thing to have the ire of Sukuna directed towards himself. Yuji could tolerate that. He could roll with it, take it. Gojo couldn't be here to defend himself though.

"Funny. You say that, but I remember how you talked to him after cutting him in half. That didn't sound like someone who was disappointed."

"Tch. Brat."

And then he was gone again. It was just Yuji, the bitter wind, and his sensei's grave. There hadn't been any bite in Sukuna's words, like there used to be. The insults rang strangely hollow.

Things continued that way for awhile. Sukuna would show up when Yuji was alone to insult either him or something that caught his eye. Something like a picture of Megumi and Nobara, his homework going over the Heian era history, which Yuji was quickly learning hadn't been recorded properly, if Sukuna was telling him the truth. He'd spend time complaining about specific generals or curses. Never spoke about his own life though.

"It sounds like you were really bothered by this guy," Yuji answered as he noted down the things Sukuna was saying in shorthand.

"Nonsense. He was still a weakling, a mere gnat. I quashed him."

"Right, I have the year written here."

"That's wrong. They're two years too late."

"Two? Seriously?"

The feeling in Yuji's cheek quickly returned as Sukuna's mouth and eye disappeared, closing away. Immediately after, as he was rubbing at the scarred skin, Megumi knocked at his door, entering the room. His blue eyes were darting around the room quizzically.

"Who were you just talking to? I heard two voices?"

Shit. Yuji hadn't said anything about how Sukuna had remained. It hadn't crossed his mind before now. Yuji's stomach curled with the secret.

"Oh, I was, uh, I got a call from the window from our last mission," Yuji lied quickly. Megumi didn't really look convinced but it seemed to work, dragging his focus away from what Yuji had been talking to before he walked in the room and the conversation moved into something else. It was a relief.

"He seems weaker."

"Who?"

Sukuna first answered with a rumbling growl, one that Yuji could feel in his bones. Then: "Fushiguro Megumi." Yuji simply hummed in response, flipping the page in the latest WSJ magazine. "Why? are all sorcerers in this generation soft now?"

"Sure," Yuji agreed as he sat up slightly. This week's update was getting exciting. If only Sukuna would leave him alone and stop chattering.

"Hmph. How boring. At least you seem to have kept up your skills."

And, that was weird. Sukuna complimenting Yuji was weird. How could he go from insulting Yuji's whole being whenever given the chance to complimenting him in a single afternoon?

"Er, thanks."

Sukuna was dissatisfied with this response, frowning with his small mouth before disappearing again. God this was fucking weird. He should tell someone, shouldn't he?

The next thing that changed was Yuji's dreams. The atmosphere felt more real, and also more distant from reality. Similar to the moment he had with Sukuna all those years ago. There were never any people, he could wander the whole school campus and see no one. Leaving to go into the city of Tokyo didn't change that. All of it was empty, but everything was still functional. The trains would still run, you could still pick up food from the food stands. Yuji felt bad just taking it, so he'd leave money for them on the register. Maybe it mattered, maybe it didn't.

Sukuna was never around in these dreams, physically. Not like that day. Sometimes Yuji could feel his presence in his mind, lurking. That was unsettling. He wondered how long until Sukuna would actually show up. There was a feeling that... he could, he was just choosing not to. Or perhaps he wasn't strong enough to show up.

Yuji tried to ask, once, but Sukuna's mouth and eye disappeared immediately, and he didn't show up again for a week, leaving Yuji's dreams feeling even more hollow then before.

to be continued, most likely... :3 i'd love to chat about this if you find it interesting, please feel free to comment, rb or send asks~!

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to save a soul

itasuku post canon/canon divergent. slowburn

part 1 (+masterlist) | part 2 (~2.9k words)

Nobara was taking her time browsing the store. It wasn't often they ended up in Kyoto, so she was excited to visit the stores before this year's Goodwill Eventt. Megumi had refused, staying in the rooms the Kyoto school lent them, but Yuji was bored. Going out shopping with Nobara was better than laying around in some stuffy room anyway. Somehow, in the two months since Sukuna had manifested again, talking to him had melded into routine. Between the insults and the complaints, it grew easy, perhaps even comfortable. Yuji had never even considered getting this far. Scrolling on his phone was boring compared to hearing about whatever great battle Sukuna wanted to talk about next.

There were definitely things that were embellished, but Yuji quickly learned to not comment on those embellishments, Sukuna was far more fun to listen to when he wasn't in a sour mood.

The store was quiet. An air of calm had settled over Yuji as he ran his fingertips across the rack of too-fancy shirts. Nobara had disappeared, arms full. She'd always try on the array of designer clothes that she had no intentions of purchasing. It was cool to have mini photoshoots, mimicking scenes they'd seen on whatever reality tv show was hottest at the time until the employees got irritated with their lack of intent to buy. So, he was waiting for her to finish changing once again when he felt the telltale sign of Sukuna appearing again.

"What a pointless store," he rumbled out, voice low.

"Nice to see you again, Sukuna."

"Hmph. There's a curse nearby. Don't you sense it?"

Yuji had noticed it, in the next building over. The cursed energy it emitted wasn't more than that of a grade three or so. "It's weak, why're you interested in it?"

Sukuna didn't answer, Yuji could feel the displeasure roiling from him, like waves in a lake. And he had been the one to drop the stone directly into it. "I'm not going to go exorcise it. We gotta get back to the Kyoto school in time for the exchange event."

"Tch."

"Nice seeing you again after that whole week," he added on, grinning as he looked at a particular shirt he had no interest in buying. It was something Gojo-sensei would've worn. Behind them, Yuji could sense Nobara's cursed energy moving about. She was probably close to done with her first outfit. Sukuna's presence once again faded, though his displeasure remained, staining the photoshoot that he began helping Nobara with as she changed into various outfits.

"Do you still see yourself as a curse, Sukuna?"

"What a stupid question. Of course. That's what I am. What I always was, always will be. No matter what dumb notion you've got going on in your head."

Yuji frowned, picking up a pear from the food stand that sat in the middle of the empty streets of Tokyo. Sukuna hadn't manifested fully in Yuji's dreams still. The light was fuzzy, warm. The silence buzzed in the back of his mind like an insect. After dropping enough yen coins to cover the cost of the pear on the stand, Yuji took a bite, walking away.

"Can you read my mind?" Yuji followed up with.

Each step he took forward lacked a destination. He felt Sukuna's own frown reshaping his cheek. Or, well, the numbness of his face shifted in the way that meant Sukuna was frowning. He'd gotten used to it, but it was still strange to experience.

"What would you do if I said yes?" Yuji stopped, standing in the middle of the road as he looked up at the tall buildings. It wasn't an exact replica of Tokyo, it never was. It was as though each step took him ten meters forward, crunching down the space neatly. The billboards shimmered with no advertisements, just rippling colors, like oil.

"It doesn't really matter, I guess. I can't change that, right?" Out of the corner of his eye, the signage for the theater pulled Yuji's attention towards it. "Wanna watch Human Earthworm 6?"

"No."

Things returned to normal after that. Yuji didn't ask about why Sukuna didn't manifest separately from him in the dream domains again, that had been the question that caused Sukuna to disappear the first time. There was one difference though. Sukuna had began trying to manifest himself physically in… less then ideal locations and times. He was always there, lurking in the back of Yuji's mind, supplying him with weak emotions in reaction to things going on around them, most commonly a savage sense of pleasure whenever Yuji got injured, self serving in its essence. Immediately behind those emotions was disgust. Sukuna seemed to taste the foods Yuji ate, some things he tried to act disgusted over, but Yuji knew it was just an attempt to separate them. If Sukuna could read Yuji's mind, then perhaps Yuji could read his emotions, in a sick sort of trade.

There was another thing. Yuji wasn't sure about it yet, but lately, when he exorcised a curse, the energy didn't seem to entirely dissipate like normal. Instead, it felt like it clung to his skin, like dust. Gross, really, but even when Yuji had tried washing it off in the nearest bathroom after a mission, it didn't seem to disappear. Instead, it felt like it… was absorbed by his skin.

By now, Yuji had gotten the sense of topics that Sukuna would refuse to talk about; the range was large and seemed quite random, however. And asking about the lingering cursed energy, the way it clung onto him and was seemingly consumed by his body would fit quite neatly into topics refused by Sukuna. It was fine, Yuji was fine with that. He had a working theory. This mission was a fine chance to test it, the latest class on utilizing cursed tools properly having given Yuji an excuse to use something other then his fists. The dual daggers sheathed along his thighs, hidden well within his pants to not draw the attention of non sorcerers on the way to the cursed site would help with his theory. From what their sensei had said, the daggers were called Viper's Vengeance together, and separately Viridian Voracity and Vermilion Vitriol. One would draw cursed energy from the target, and the other injected your own cursed energy into it, together acting as a siphon and a corrosion.

Another hospital, with a reported swarm of grade threes and a few grade twos, one possible grade one. Assigned to it, Yuji, Megumi and a second year, Hajikano. Hajikano had a useful technique, but as Sukuna had not so kindly put it, they were ineffective with it. It would be interesting with just the three of them, but perhaps the higher ups were overestimating the value of Yuji's recent promotion to special grade.

The working plan so far involved Megumi's shikigami luring the curses into a group, so Hajikano could use their cursed technique to trap them. Hajikano's ability was creating bubbles of cursed energy, think something like bubbles of floating water, drowning captured targets. They were also able to slip into these bubbles without concern of drowning. Hajikano hadn't achieved enough finesse with their CT, though; allies didn't receive the same benefits. Yuji knew how to hold his breath, though.

So, after dropping the veil, which Megumi did, Yuji hadn't ever gotten the hang of dropping barriers, him and Hajikano were sitting and waiting outside of the building. Sukuna's small flicker of excitement sparking up over the amount of curses in the derelict hospital sent a shiver through Yuji's spine.

"Are you okay, Senpai?"

Yuji doesn't look away, his eyes scanning the windows for signs of Nue. "Yeah, just got a chill," he answered before flashing his underclassman one of his bright smiles. The goal was to settle Hajikano's nerves. They've not been on too many missions yet, this one being the first without a teacher or full-fledged sorcerer tagging along. 'Full-fledged sorcerer'. What a dumb concept. Yuji was a full-fledged sorcerer. Hell, two years ago he had been a part of a team who took down the King of Curses, of all foes. If it weren't for the fact that, legally speaking, Yuji had to attend schooling still, he wouldn't be a student anymore. The same could be said of Megumi and Nobara, too.

"Is that Nue?" Hajikano interrupted Yuji's train of thought, pulling him up and away from the deep frown that had set itself into his features. Yup. Nue's signature lightning was crackling alongside the building, forcing itself through the glass windows.

"Yeah, that's our sign, let's go."

Capturing the majority of the curses inside of Hajikano's bubble technique was easy, with their plan working smoothly. Yuji paid close attention to the blades as he sliced apart the sluggish curses that hadn't made it in, the poor things writhing when sliced with Vermilion Vitriol, the dosage of Yuji's cursed energy too much to handle, he guessed. The interesting thing was the ones that he wounded with Viridian Voracity. Those curses seemed to slow down, their bodies losing form, like their bones were melting away beneath their flesh. Not that curses really had bones, but they appeared to lose their structure. In the back of his mind, Sukuna hummed, pleased at, apparently, the curses melting away into nothing.

You should lose that ugly red blade, Sukuna's voice hummed through Yuji's skull, rattling it as he sliced through another loose curse. That was the last one not contained in the bubble.

"What?" Yuji asked out loud, his voice lighter then intended. "Why?"

The blue dagger is stronger.

Yuji frowned as he looked up at Hajikano's cursed water bubble. Was that really true? Vermilion Vitriol seemed pretty strong to Yuji, effectively pinning down its targets if they didn't disappear from one or two slashes. That wasn't him saying that Viridian Voracity didn't have benefits to it. The way that his body seemed to sing as it devoured the incoming cursed energy was a thrill than he hadn't anticipated. With the last curse fading away, Yuji changed course, heading towards the bubble containing the remaining curses. Nue was shooting lightning into it, electrocuting the curses inside. Effective, but not enough to exorcise the bigger targets.

"Hajikano, could you release your CT?" Yuji shouted over towards the second year, who nodded readily and made the hand sign to drop the technique. The sound of wet bodies hitting the pavement made Yuji wince as he jumped forward, landing right beside the pile of curses. Megumi was standing across the way, pulling a blade of his own from his shadow as he gave a nod to Yuji. The grade one did exist, and was the first to stand up out of the pile. Its body was a sickly green, oddly shaped like an oversized pear with snail-like eyes peering at Megumi now.

"S..... save me.... Save her.... Don't let her die!" the curse warbled out as one of its thin, long arms attempted to lash out at Megumi.

He blocked easily, slicing at it as it whipped its arm close again, distracting it to allow Yuji to leap in. With a spinning flourish, Yuji shoved Vermilion Vitriol into the mottled green flesh, creating a jagged wound down the curse's back. A growl sounded off, somewhere behind Yuji, only when he whipped his head around, making sure that he wasn't about to fall to the same move, there was nothing there.

What did I tell you?

"Fine," Yuji hissed beneath his breath. The growl was Sukuna, it had to be.

Sheathing Vermilion Vitriol, Yuji tossed Viridian Voracity to his other hand, glancing down at it as the curse stuttered out a string of pleas, its thin legs collapsing under its heavy pear body. Megumi was making swings at the beast, causing it to moan louder as Yuji began to make his own cuts with the blue dagger. It was extremely effective with the both of them wearing it down. The dagger was siphoning off more CE than it was capable of from the smaller curses, and Yuji grimaced at the way Sukuna was nearly singing at the energy. Was it Sukuna enjoying the extra CE or was Yuji liking it too? They were too entwined, muddied, and it felt like neither of them would ever know the answer to that.

Well, how much scientific proof was required for a theory to be labeled as a law? What would this particular law be referred to as? No matter, Yuji had more curses to exorcise.

The grade one gave one last screech as Yuji swiped at it again with the dagger, its whole body shuddering as it collapsed, fading away into ash. Megumi stabbed one of the remaining stragglers, most had been damaged in the flurry of blades assaulting the grade one. Then, he looked up at Yuji, his eyes narrowing in that calculating way. Shit, Yuji thought as he slapped a hand to his cheek, only to find that he had full sensation there, the skin stinging.

"You've improved with the daggers since class," Megumi stated as he sheathed his sword, dropping it back into his shadow. Nue collapsed into a pile of darkness shortly after, melting into Megumi's own shadow as he crossed the corridor.

"Yeah, I figured I was pretty sloppy in class, so I asked Maki to help me out before this mission. Man, she went hard on me!"

"She doesn't like to hold back..." Megumi trailed off as his eyes darted away from Yuji, looking beyond him. Hajikano was jogging up to them, their chest heaving.

"Wow! You guys are so strong! I got a long way to go," they panted out with a lopsided smile.

No, not really. Hajikano was strong in their own right. Sorcerers didn't have to work alone anymore, what was more important then individual strength was teamwork, which Hajikano was good at already.

"You did fine," Megumi responded gruffly, shaking out his shoulders as they all began walking back to the window who was waiting for them.

Asleep, again, Yuji gazed out at the emptiness of Tokyo, puzzling together everything he'd learned earlier today.

"So... what're you doing with all that cursed energy?" he asked to the empty sky. It was smeared with a beautiful shade of pinkish orange, the sun setting on the dream city. Yuji didn't expect an answer, not really. Sukuna had been hiding what the lingering cursed energy on him was before now, so why would he give up the piece that Yuji hadn't figured out for free? When Yuji excorcised a curse without the dual daggers, Viper's Vengeance, the energy would linger until Sukuna could absorb it. In a sense, it was like the difference between eating ice or just drinking water. The second dagger probably even let you drink with a straw, how fun. It was likely that the dagger took more cursed energy then the amount that would simply just linger, too.

"Why does a brat like you need to know?" Ah, of course, the grating response Yuji expected.

"If it's not a bad reason, I might help. Did the daggers give you more?"

Yuji picked at the peeling paint on the rail guard that he was leaning forward on. It was in place to prevent a deadly fall down the steep hills surrounding Jujutsu Tech. They were beginning to rust, someone should really come fix that. As he stared hard at the large chip of gray paint he held between his fingertips, a presence made itself known, standing beside Yuji. He hated the way his whole body stiffened and how his lungs froze. It's been years. He shouldn't react this way. He's been talking to Sukuna for months.

"I'm just recharging. No grand scheme or plans. I wouldn't be able to formulate anything trapped inside of you now, anyway." Yuji glanced towards the presence, which had been where Sukuna's voice had originated from too. He looked the same as when he had been using Yuji as a vessel all those years ago, except there was no proud smirk or disdain gracing his face. Instead he looked... resigned. Yuji dropped the paint, turned himself towards Sukuna more. "Are you going to trap me forever, brat?" There was no hate left in his voice. If Yuji didn't know better, he'd almost say that Sukuna sounded tired.

"Do you still see yourself as a curse?"

Sukuna scoffed, leveling Yuji with a glare, but it was too soft, lacking. "This again? Do you ever move on?"

"I won't let you free unless you see yourself as something more then just a curse." Yuji met Sukuna's glare head on, offering a small smile instead. "However long it takes."

"Tch. Should've known I'd get stuck with you like this."

He couldn't help the laugh the jumped out of his mouth at that. It was just... so Sukuna, in it's very essence. He'd figure him out. Yuji would convince him, even if it took up until his dying breath to do so.

"Oh, c'mon, what if I make it fun?"

...to be continued 💙

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Blinded

Satosugu, fluff, canon divergent

Words: 1,932 Chapters: 1/1

It was supposed to be a nice (valentines day) lunch, but Satoru's stupid head had to choose otherwise.

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qpr sasushi thoughts... inspired by this post by @purrpurra i just imagine the three of them slowly growing closer, and like, suguru normally doesnt like to touch other people but bc satoru is always finding ways to touch him, he slowly got over it, and shoko sort of ending up close often, think like late night gaming on the (idk what console wouldve been available in like 2006, insert one here) and shoko doesnt even care about the game but somehow she resting her head on sugurus lap and satorus halfway laying on her legs as he complains about what suguru is doing in the game (they havent bought more controllers yet. or maybe the console cant handle multiple. will need research i genuinely dont know 😂) and they just sort of... fall into a habit.

both shoko and satoru loveeee to tease suguru and generally annoy him, either by constantly saying his name or poking at him/tugging on his clothes. not the hair, though. they learned to not do that pretty quickly. sometimes suguru sees those 2 share a Look and he just groans and tells them to quit it off before they even start. sometimes they listen sometimes they dont.

one day suguru mentions that a movie hes interested in is in theaters and both satoru and shoko are like. "okay??? what are we waiting for??? lets go watch?" so they all go watch it (awww cute dateeee) and have fun. except. both satoru abd shoko thought the movie was so boring. they exchange a look behind sugurus back and then start layin into him at the cafe they stopped at after the movie.

sat: "suguru is this rly ur taste in movies??"

sho: "yeah that was pretty lame. have you ever watched a real horror movie?"

sug: "oh god. seriously guys?"

sat+sho just snicker.

eventually shoko starts to just kinda wonder about what exactly suguru and satoru mean to her. her mother always used to joke about when would shoko finally find a good man to take care of her (why do ppl talk to preteens this way man i swear) and stuff like that but shoko has never really felt anything that could be romantic attraction, or so she thought, but she feels More about sat+sug, like. is that a crush? was she really "supposed" to pick one of them? the idea of that was preposterous to her, they were shokosatorusuguru. it couldnt be just shokosatoru or shokosuguru. didnt feel right, like there was a piece missing.

she admits the part abt not knowing what romantic love or a crush is like at all one day to sat+sug, while theyre walking down the halls of jjh, returning to the dorms wing. it wasnt anything special, she had rehearsed it or even felt that it was a big deal, until after she said it. suguru's smile is far too devious for her liking and she sort of glares at him while satoru is oddly silent.

sat: "what if we tried kissing?"

sho: "what? why?"

sug: "to see if you have a crush" hes smirking still. "you should kiss satoru first."

sho: the idea isnt bad but why is she kind of nervous now? "okay"

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"So why exactly did you never mention being a superhero to me?" Yuji started with that. The night had passed fitfully, because he was so restless over… Fushiguro being a superhero, apparently. Yesterday after they had beat up and tied up that guy chasing them, Fushiguro—no, no. Ten Shadows had offered no explanation, calling up Gojo, their teacher to let him know about what happened. How many people were in on this? Fushiguro's expression was strained, and he wouldn't meet Yuji's eyes. He was even chewing on his cheek in that way he would when he was stressing over something. "Please tell me Kugisaki isn't in on this too," Yuji finally groaned out, holding his face in his hands. "If she's in the know too, and I was the only one left out, I think I'm gonna crash out." After a click of a tongue, Fushiguro eventually answered. "No, Kugisaki doesn't know either." "Do you wear the suit all the time?" Actually that couldn't be true, unless Gojo fed him information about the surprise beach trip early. Fushiguro hadn't been wearing the suit that day. "Uh—" "Gojo-sensei told you about the trip before hand?" "Yeah…"

while we're at it have a piece of the weekly prompt i wrote and failed to fill today. there was SUPPOSED to be a letter in there but i forgor.

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And despite all of that, the countless hours Satoru had spent within this small apartment building, he'd never been inside of the second bedroom that was in the back of the hallway, beyond the bathroom and Suguru's bedroom. The door always remained closed no matter the time of day, week, month, or year. So sue him, he was curious. Yeah, yeah, curiosity killed the cat. He was familiar with the phrase.  Once, when Satoru had thought Suguru was asleep, he tried to sniff at the bottom of the door, keen to seek out any scents he could pick up from the small gap.  That had resulted in Suguru's blunt, dark claws digging into the fur between his shoulders, almost scruffing him of all things. Suguru then dragged Satoru away, he was surprisingly strong despite being a full head shorter then Satoru, and pulled him back into his bed. Which they would share. That also drove Satoru up a tree. Suguru seemed so unbothered by the way they currently were. Friends, maybe kind of something more but never really doing anything outright romantic. Neither one pursued any other type of romantic interests, and yet nothing changed between them either.  All that to say, that, when presented with an undisclosed amount of time alone in Suguru's apartment, Satoru’s mind was wandering down that hallway, dreaming of the chance to finally open that door.

sharing a wip in hopes that i can maybe inspire something...

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WIP game :3

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

The word I was given was SNOW or SNOWGLOBE and i went ahead with SNOWGLOBE cuz i thought it'd be a lot of fun and it was!!! thank you so much for the ping @detta-pica ~! @alpha-hydra I'll ping you alffy with the word "OVERCAST" if you'd like to play :3

a lot of these are from a lot of different wips, i have so many different things going on in the background! Some of them i've talked about and some of them i've not mentioned much at all hehe. I'm so so excited to get into a lot of these ideas and i hope that i can get back into writing again asap.

S-

Sunlight was filtering in through the gold curtains, creating a hazy, yet comfortable atmosphere as Satoru's eyes slowly pried themselves open. His tail and legs felt stiff as he stretched them out with a soft groan. Beside him, the bed shifted and Satoru found himself gazing upon Suguru's sleeping form. His skin still had a flush to it and Satoru found himself shifting close to pepper those soft dark ears with kisses. He must still be in heat, probably only another day or so, Satoru mused as Suguru's arms wrapped around Satoru's body, instinctively nuzzling close.

N-

No one ever gets between a dog fight. You get hurt when you do, teeth gnashing wildly as the two animals attempt to continue their fight despite interference. Uncaring of whatever else may lie in the path of sharp dripping fangs.

O-

“Oh,” Utahime paused as a small streak of red caught her eye. It was running onto the stone path that Gojo now stood upon, from his leg. Her eyes narrowed as she spoke again, “are you hurt?” Gojo seemed suddenly owlish as he shifted his weight and noticed the same thing Utahime had. “Ah, I see,” he didn’t answer her question. Not that she needed one.

W-

“What! C’mon Megumi, this is your last pupday! You won’t be a pup anymore after this! Oh, I’ll miss it Megumi. Soon I won’t be able to carry you around anymore. Ugh, Yuki, what will I even do when that happens?” Gojo shot her a particularly forlorn look as he begged for her ‘help’ on this dire matter. “He isn’t gonna let us sing!” he mewed, in a rather pathetic manner.

G-

Get him back, finish what he started, is the simple answer. His company will not like this answer. The coiling pain in his chest tells him that much. Finish the bond, become whole, fill the aching chasm that echoed within Satoru’s chest, destroy the thorned walls protecting the husk of a heart. He won’t take you back, the familiar crooning voice within Satoru’s mind harshly as he opens his mouth to speak, causing him to freeze. It’s as though the winter was caressing his body again, seeping deep to his bones and snaring the warlock in its cold loveless embrace. His familiar old friend is louder. The alcohol only causes his mind to swirl as the thoughts snake their way through, each strike of his migraine burning them deeper into his consciousness.

L-

Like this was a world with magic and Suguru had just cast a spell on him, he stopped, glaring down at the omelet that he stabbed with his fork, a little too roughly. The plate screeched against his utensil and Satoru failed to suppress his flinch. Suguru's spell wasn't enough to silence the unending howls of the dissatisfied hounds circling Satoru's mind. He wasn't drunk anymore, but they wouldn't stop.

O-

“Or else you'll turn too, so unless you want to be feral and start trying to kill others like this dolt, you need the antidote.” “Antidote? Like a video game?” Yuji asked as he looked back at the poor dog. It seemed like it was growing tired of hanging from his arm. “Are you sure? I thought werewolves would be a little more…” Yuji trailed off, considering the proper words for the situation. “Scary?” Was what he settled on.

B-

But it wasn't really a question. He knew exactly when he decided to quash it. Maybe that was a weird choice to make. There were a lot of stories about star-crossed lovers, a yearning spanning decades made right in the far future. Suguru couldn't see that in his own future. Even if it was, why would he want to go through that?

E-

Emails about shit he doesn’t care about, things he should unsubscribe from, various subscription services from his time playing different games for stream. A lot of them sucked. Not that he really told stream that, the games were sometimes just the vehicle to chat with someone else in live time. He dismissed most of the email notifications, resolving himself to actually unsubscribe to the unneeded services when he turned on his PC for the day. Before he started scrolling through his socials, he ordered breakfast, delivered straight home, of course. No face to face pick up. Most of the delivery drivers probably thought Satoru was one of those people who had vowed off real contact with others because of the whole… Deal that halted the worlds operations only a short four years ago. Close, but not really.

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i figure i should start sharing writing snippets here as well??? idk i just havent done that so i thought i would... :3