#sixeis

[barrenstarsarch]

pulls utahime's hair

utahime: *moans*

[soulsballad]

@sixeis: grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving. ( for utahime )

standing there like a deer in headlights, utahime feels the breath be invisibly pulled from her lungs at the sight she had accidentally walked in on. usually, she knew when gojo had 'dinner' around, the staff all alerted each other and they avoided his bedroom. but on this particular evening, no one had really known. either that or they had deliberately not told her, and if that was the case, she'd kick up hell for it, given what she's having to currently witness.

looming over some pretty woman is her master, who easily situates himself between her legs. one hand is hiking up her bare leg while his lips ghost over the tender flesh of her neck. it looks different than it is, she knows that. he's simply toying with his food, but... she can't help the way her heart palpitates in her chest, and the way her head spins. when she's spotted by the duo after intruding, the brunette snaps back to her senses and finally manages to inhale a gasp of air, dropping the duster she carried in hand. ❝ sorry... excuse me- ❞

spinning on her heel, she's quick, as quick as she can be, but she's not even reached the threshold of the door before a hand clamps around her wrist like a vice, holding her steady in place. for some reason her feelings are hurt, for some reason she's jealous and very, very upset. now stuck, she bites down on her bottom lip, squeezing her eyes shut to try and prevent the tears that had unwillingly begun to well up from falling. utahime is unsure if gojo knows how she feels, she doesn't know the extent of his abilities. perhaps he could sense her emotions? or, more likely, maybe he could smell the saltiness of her tears? either way, she didn't plan on sticking around long.

now is when the bitterness and anger arise, the internal questions. why did he pester her all the time for attention? but do things like this? ideally, she knows it's the best way to lure in prey. seducing them, especially with a pretty face like his, was the easiest. she's being emotional and stupid and she will most definitely hound herself for it later, but right now she's unable to tame herself. ❝ let go, ❞ the demand is spoken quietly, so that the pretty stranger now sitting upright on the bed can't hear her. ❝ finish whatever you were doing. i'll get someone else to clean up later. ❞ with that, she takes a deep breath and yanks at her wrist really hard, successfully managing to free herself. the minute she does, she runs out of the room, closing the door uncharacteristically gently. she was being mindful of the poor victim on the bed, no idea what was in store for her.

[hyakkiyago]

" Oh!— "     What a sight!     " Am I interrupting something? "     It was nothing short of breathtaking: an ordinary citizen— though it seemed corpse was far more appropriate at that point, ashen-faced and slack-jawed, twitching a soundless death rattle— whose neck united two identical rows of teeth, ivory talons stained red with their essence. Any other ordinary citizen would scurry for the hills; he was no ordinary man. Getō Suguru, in fact, was a peculiar man with ... peculiar tastes, and those tastes were undeniably piqued by pure happenstance.

To find it among cobblestone walls in the midst of a shoddy alleyway was just a plus that worked well in his favor. The inevitable cleanup, not so much. Ah, something to worry about later.

He waved a hand as if greeting an old friend, smiled a tight-lipped smile.     " Don't mind me. Do go on. "     / @sixeis

[zheinin]

pulls naoya’s hair 🙂

𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 , 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 . he feels the tug immediately , his head bending back at the intrusion of touch from his peer . strands of black hair where satoru had pulled stick out . naoya makes an attempt to smooth it back down , cat like eyes glaring daggers at the white haired sorcerer . they narrow in on him , his expression sharpening right before it mellows out . although the zen'in heir hated everyone else he found it difficult to hate satoru . his power , the amalgamation of centuries old tradition , was something few wielded . they were unique , special . no one would understand what it meant to ride at the top . ❛ i'm paying attention , ❜ naoya snaps at him quietly as he averts his attention back to the conversation between their families . it was a rarity for them to see each other nowadays , especially with them headed to their respective schools soon . he may as well have gone with his father and brothers to pay respects to the gojo clan ; at least then he had an opportunity to see satoru to at least say goodbye . as his eyes look onto their fathers bow to each other he can't help but exhale in thought . would he and satoru remain friends after school started ? he likes to think yes but there's a twisted feeling that takes form in his gut . he was his only friend , the only other who could understand the weight that was put on their shoulders . the thought disappears as naoya turns to face the other boy , ❛ if you pull my hair again i'll actually stab you . ❜

[manamisu]

𝐇𝐄'𝐒     𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓     𝐓𝐎     𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒     .     even  when  she’s  blinded  by  the  sea  of  cameras  in  front  of  her  she  can’t  miss  @sixeis     ...     though  she  suspects  she  couldn’t  even  if  she  had  tried     .     gojō  sticks  out  easily     ,     thick  frames  over  his  eyes  and  that  aloof  grin  on  his  lips     .     his  presence  commanded  the  attention  of  everyone  else  around  him     .     manami  liked  to think  it  was  some  sort  of  otherworldly  effect  he  had  on  people     (     the  gojō  effect  she  called  it     )     ;     they  flocked  to  him  and  boosted  his  ego  until  they  made  him  out  to  be  a  god     .     the  thought  of  it  makes  her  roll  her  eyes     .     she  suspected  he’d  be  at  the  music  awards  show  as  a  presenter  but  she  didn’t  think  she’d  cross  paths  with  him  so  soon     .     the  last  time  she’d  seen  him  he  had  starred  alongside  her  in  the  music  video  her  group  was  being  nominated  for  tonight     .     to  say  they’d  bumped  heads  and  had  creative  differences  was  an  understatement     .     what  was  perceived  on  camera  was  different  from  the  chemistry  off  of  it     .     it  wasn’t  until  the  very  end  that  they  seemingly  warmed  up  to  each  other  at  the  very  least     .

it’s  just  her  luck  that  the  paparazzi  put  two  and  two  together  to  ask  them  for  a  photo  together     .     she  can’t  be  upset  about  it  considering  he  was  a  big  part  of  the  video  itself  which  had  gained  a  lot  of  traction  outside  of  her  own  fanbase     .     but  to  be  near  him  again     ,     especially  in  a  place  so  public     ,     sets  her  on  edge     .     he  was  always  up  to  something  and  it  wouldn’t  surprise  her  if  he  had  something  up  his  sleeve  right  now     .     as  she’s  ushered  to  his  side  she  can’t  help  but  glance  up  at  him  before  turning  her  attention  back  to  the  interviewers  and  cameramen  in  front  of  them     .     ❛     funny  seeing  you  here     .     seems  like  i  can’t  escape  you     ,     ❜     she  says  through  her  smile  as  she  poses  for  the  cameras  with  ease     .     perhaps  it  was  vain  of  her  to  enjoy  being  behind  a  lens  but  it  came  naturally  to  her     .     she  turns  so  that  her  backside  relaxes  against  his  side  as  she  continues  to  pose  with  him     ,     the  paparazzi  eating  it  all  up     .     ❛     i  suppose  i  should  say  thank  you     .     more  than  half  of  the  views  on  our  video  were  to  look  at  you     .     ❜    

[barrenstarsarch]

yowaimo

❝ you're so obsessed with me, gojo - just tell me you love me already. you keep reminding me that i'm weak and for what? because you want to save me? have me in your arms? ❞

[barrenstarsarch]

nineteen days. under any other sort of circumstance, utahime would have been thankful to be rid of gojo satoru for nineteen days, but she found herself praying for his return day in and day out. all those lives lost, all those injured students and sorcerers.... this wouldn't have happened if gojo were still here. it makes her slightly bitter but with the death of one of her own students and one of his own, she can't help but need him back. he needs to come back- she needs him!

unfortunately, she had missed it. only showing up, badly beaten and injured after hana had used angel's technique and 'freed' gojo. everyone was uncertain of what happened, so they all set off to search for him. utahime limped her way towards her designated area, eyes scanning the area for any sign of... well, anything.

maybe it was her injuries or her exhaustion, but she didn't notice the presence of the man come from behind her until it was too late and he was too close. spinning on her heel, ready to fight for her life yet again, she gets into a fighting stance only for it to fall immediately upon seeing who it was.

❝ ... gojo? ❞ her voice comes weak, hoarse; she's had to use her voice way too much. ❝ is that you? ❞ nineteen days. he had only been gone nineteen days yet he looks different. he's more filled out in the areas he wasn't before, there's beef to his biceps and shape to his thighs- his hair too! it's what keeps her rooted in place, staring the man down with a doubtful eye. / @sixeis

[bllakc4tmoved]

THERE WAS NO DENYING IT, : the chaos that was spreading, ... &. this time, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄, claws pristine! mask still worn, the tough class protecting that ever so keen gaze ... focus reserved for the city ahead. THE NIGHT SKY THAT ALREADY STARTED TO FORM ABOVE, it provides privacy even in this usually busy park. 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 still enjoying the droplets of adrenaline, provided by the successful mission finished. ( nothing less expected from her! ) ... it was only a matter of time, ━━━━ ❝ there you are. ❞ @sixeis HEAD NOT TURNED, but blame it on the familiar presence, that could not be mistaken.

THE WAY HER LIPS CURL, : it is audible from the 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆, though she needs not to lure him close herself. ... ❝ i was starting to think you'd stood me up. ❞ &. finally, her gaze searches for his, ... beneath 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 jade green hues glimmer with SIGNATURE PLAYFULNESS THAT SHE CARRIED.