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[muryonokansei]

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her  lips  form  a  small  frown,  waging  an  internal  battle  on  how  best  to  address  this.  she  goes  as  far  as  to  cross  her  arms  over  her  chest,  eyes  shutting  as  she  grumbles  to  herself  and  taps  her  foot.  finally,  she  finds  the  right  words. 

❝  have  you  ever,  uh,  thought  a  guy  was...  y'know...  not  half  bad?  ❞ 

[wormb0i-a]

@strawdxll a demandé : “Hey, what do you think you got on that physics test?”

« Easy. A hundred. »

[shiiikigami]

“hey, i got something for you since i saw how upset you were that i bought itadori a shirt.”

(itadori's shirt)

"i don't know what to say..."

[foraltruism]

"Hey, I heard you'd just woken up."

Out of the calamity that was the Shibuya incident, loss after loss, Yuji was devastated upon losing Nanami, and would have been absolutely beside himself if Todo and his junior hadn't come in to help. Even the thought of Todo made his heart ache as well, as he was yet another loss on their side, but hearing and seeing Kugisaki awake and mobile took a lot off his mind.

Gone was the happy and smiling Yuji though, a much more somber appearance sat on his visage though he attempted at a small smile for her.

"Slept for a long time... How are you feeling?"

@strawdxll / ❤ for a starter with Yuji

[drippingheart]

── ❛ He . . . He's dead. ❜

The night of mission at the detention centre and even the day after was a blur. A blur of his perception of time just as the literal blur marring his vision; eyes fighting the cloud of melancholy threatening to downpour like the rainy season. It had been Fushiguro Megumi who failed to trick Sukuna. Megumi who watched Itadori Yuuji's heart being ripped out. He who wanted to disintegrate in the rain with the ease his shikigami dissolved into the shadows. Why couldn't the worst outcome of the mission been losing shiro? It almost felt like cosmic karma momentarily mourning the death of a shikigami he treated more like a companion than a weapon.

A special grade curse was dismantled solely by Yuuji's hand and at what cost? Just as Megumi could not erase the sight of the hole in Yuuji's chest, he could not erase the horrid nausea and chill rippling through his body as he had to carry his friend's corpse. Kugisaki Nobara and he escaped with their lives, a little worse for wear, but at what cost? Sukuna had been disgustingly smug, too; why couldn't the king of curses pummel him to the ground until he lost conscious ... until he lost his memory.

Another thing he did not recall was the entire trip to Jujutsu Tech nor releasing the death grip on Yuuji's wet and cooling body. Someone must have. Someone must have also guided Megumi to Ieri-san where his wounds were selfishly tended to, meanwhile there was no curing Yuuji. Why had the trio of first years been dispatched to exorcise a special grade curse? Why did the children fight? Why ... Why ...

WHY — why everything.

Fushiguro Megumi was no stranger to tragedy; life wrought in death and abandonment even before his technique surfaced. HIs father being a phantom in his life held less weight than the death of a both he barely knew. A boy, of course, who was doomed to death because Megumi was too weak to keep Sukuna's finger from being consumed. Megumi had accepted it; a bold lie which became easier to swallow each day despite facing the warmth which was Itadori's brilliance.

The King of Curses was not required to fill his head with demons ... they dominated his psyche on their own. He was plagued just as Megumi himself was a plague; his life contaminated and toxic to those around him. Jujutsu sorcerers were not supposed to display their depression. Be it seven or forty, sorcerers were weapons to kill and ultimately be killed. Like his shikigami, Megumi's tears were kept to the shadows.

Two days after the fateful night at the detention centre, the onyx haired youth emerged from his room with the excuse of requiring solitude to heal his wounds. What he needed was clean air ... and food. As soon as the plain rice touched his lips, a new wave of sickness coiled in his belly, and the onigri was abandoned to take fresh air outside. The school never felt so dismal as it did then, not even compared to when he was the sole first year. HIs solitude had been just that. Now he felt a genuine loneliness that kuro, his last remaining divine dog, could not dismantle.

What were his senpais doing? What was ... Kugisaki @strawdxll doing? Megumi was not normal. HIs sister, the most normal relationship he had, was doomed and comatose. Knowing not how to interact like a healthy human being, the teen dared not approach the woman. It made him feel shitty. One heap of shit piled on another without mercy. The storm clouds hanging over his head must have been perceptible from a kilometre away. One dimension of his guilt subsided with gentle footfalls approaching.

── ❛ Hey... ❜

[chikoyama]

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[to: nobara-chan 🐣 ]: huh? that’s not what i said

[to: nobara-chan 🐣 ]: but didn’t you tell me you got them done last year??

[ofsavior]

unprompted. || @strawdxll

"Hey Maki, if you ever wanted to beat any of the boys to a pulp I'd look the other way and pretend I didn't see it." #solidarity

“ What? You're not gonna help me with it? ”

[titlacahuans]

@strawdxll

"It's not like that!"

Being noticed.

"Huh-uh."

The escepticism is evident in that simple sound, as well as in the unimpressed glance he pays her. He shuffles inside his bag, retrieving a simple shirt with some rpg motifs. However, as he is about to put in on, he seems to think again.

"It's fine, I know teenagers are like that." he leaves the shirt back on the bench and turns towards her, arms spread wide and chest bare as he crooks an eyebrow at her, seemingly waiting for something, "There, you can take a picture if you want. It will last longer."