#thstrongest

[gorekissed-a]

[  .⠀.⠀.  ] ❛ I  can't  stand  the  thought  of  you  with  somebody  else  ❜ , @thstrongest said.

❛ You must be out of your mind! ❜ Sayuri’s words were sharp, hissed with a mixture of indignation and anger, piercing the relative quiet of the alleyway. She had followed him outside, her steps quick and determined, though mostly out of self-preservation — the desire to keep this connection hidden, to avoid the inevitable avalanche of questions and speculative whispers should they be seen together, trumped any impulse to indulge in his, so she thought, childish display of jealousy. ❛ You must have completely lost it! ❜ Frenzied in her fury, her words only amplified, questioning his sanity with a growing vehemence. Her body was rigid, barely containing the tempest raging within as she took a step forward, her hands punctuating the air with wild, emphatic gestures. ❛ You can’t just waltz in here and disrupt my business like that! What do you think this is, some kind of playground for you to control? ❜ The words hung heavy in the air, thick with her simmering frustration. 

In all probability, or so she figured, for someone like him, the world was a playground — wielder of unlimited power, fortune, and, much to her demise, undeniable charm and good looks, the world likely bowed before him wherever he set his feet. But not her. No — she refused to, clinging to her independence with the tenacity of someone who had never had anything else to call their own. It was a hard-won prize, forged in spite of a world that had tried to force its chains onto her repeatedly. She wouldn’t let it be taken from her, this one thing she had made her own, her shield, her signature — an independence so fierce, so untamed, it was now lashing out in irrational fury at the mere thought of being dimmed. 

❛ If you think I'm going to drop everything for you, Gojo, you're an even bigger idiot than I thought. Don't come in here, making demands, when you're the last person who deserves my attention. ❜ Her words stung, laced with a venom born of fear and a stubborn refusal to admit the truth that pulsed beneath the surface of her anger. Certainly, it was blinding — her rationality abandoned in the face of these uncharted territories, this unexpected situation she found herself in that made her hiss, snarl, lash out at him in the hushed tone of someone trying not to get caught, overreacting in the face of something that could undoubtedly be solved in a more mature manner. She justified her outburst by telling herself that he, too, had overreacted, showing up like this in a situation of such pedestrian nature, as if this moment held any weight beyond its mundanity. A mere meet-up with someone who shared her interests, her goals — how could he have misinterpreted it so completely? 

Truth was, they had stumbled into a state of uncertainty neither of them seemed to know how to navigate. This awkward limbo of 'what are we' — where past moments lingered unspoken, waiting for a label that neither dared to place upon them. Misunderstandings, uncertainties, and stupidities piled between them, both playing their parts as absolute fools in the name of something neither was ready to admit.

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[  .⠀.⠀.  ] ❛ how  are  you  liking  your  Satoru  Gojo  doll?  ❜ , @thstrongest  said.

A seemingly casual question, ringing with all its simplicity — yet the mere mention caught Sayuri off-guard. Normally so collected and deliberate, she found herself momentarily speechless at Satoru’s words; a blink emphasizing her faltering composure in almost painful obviousness. ❛ My what now? ❜ Just in time to make her reaction seem at least somewhat believable, she feigned a veneer of simplemindedness, an attempt to convince him that the significance of such an object had completely eluded her. It was either that, or a truly shameful admission; without a doubt, her ego, that enormous, snarling thing, would never allow her a sliver of the latter. 

Truth was, she loved that doll — a humiliating, yet oddly heartwarming truth, that such a ridiculous thing, a stupid little replica made of nothing but yarn and stuffing, had sneaked its plushie way into her once-icy heart. It kept her company during lonely nights, while it effortlessly served as a treasured reminder of the genuine connection she had been fortunate to forge — of the warmth that had nestled itself comfortably within her chest... perhaps, it had even become the most valuable thing she owned.  

Initially, she had sternly told herself that it didn’t matter — that it was just a stupid, simple doll, stuffed fabric and nothing more. But one particularly dreary night, when he was gone again and the silence of her bedroom felt heavy in the way it echoed the familiar weight of solitude, her fingers had found said doll almost instinctively. Among the many valuables she’d acquired — one shady method or another — the truest worth was woven right into all its little seams. Therefore, it could only be treated with utmost care, like a prized possession she was unwilling to share. In fact, it had a designated place right atop her fluffiest pillow: a truly embarrassing sight for anyone to behold. If Satoru ever stumbled upon it, she was certain the humiliation would be excruciating; hence, she had quickly shoved her beloved, stuffed companion underneath the blanket at the arrival of her life-sized darling. 

Of course, she would rather perish in the flaming depths of hell rather than ever admit to such sensitive nonsense. Her reputation would be ruined, tarnished, turned into a nationwide tragedy if anyone even caught a whiff of her nightly routines of snuggling up to a doll whenever the real deal was otherwise occupied, of that much she was sure. Perhaps even worse, the thought of the boundless torrents of Satoru’s self-complacency that would be unleashed on her should he ever find out.

Thus, the only path that unfurled before her inner eyes was that of utter and complete denial, one she wasn’t hesitant to tread — as long as it preserved her inner peace and kept her plush companion tucked safely nearby. ❛ Oh, you mean that stupid thing? I don’t even know where it is, honestly. ❜ A casual shrug of her shoulders was to follow such seemingly careless words, hope flaring within her that even with Six Eyes, he wouldn’t be able to discern the Satoru Gojo doll-sized rise beneath her blanket. 

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@thstrongest

❛ ...I'm so hungry I could eat Satoru Gojo. ❜

[gorekissed-a]

hugs her from behind.

The feeling of Satoru’s arms sneaking around her waist was an unexpected, yet not unwelcome sensation. Accompanied by a soft pull, a gentle tug, she found herself drawn back against his chest, the solid warmth of his body immediately seeping through the thin layers of cloth separating their skin. The initial moment of surprise, a brief flicker of wide-eyed bewilderment, was quickly replaced by something warmer, something deeper. It was a feeling that mirrored the heat radiating from him, blossoming in her chest and spreading outwards, encapsulating her in a warm, comfortable bubble of something akin to contentment.  

❛ You’re so annoying, ❜ she mumbled, but her words lacked any real bite, the insult undone by the warmth in her voice. It came out almost affectionately, laced with a tenderness that belied the apparent reprimand, as if she was paying him a backwards compliment instead of voicing a genuine complaint. ❛ And clingy. Ever heard of personal space? ❜

However, instead of attempting to reclaim said personal space, she leaned into him, subconsciously seeking the comfort his hug provided. Her fingers, acting of their own volition, sought out his hands, subtly placing themselves atop his, as if she was trying to anchor him there, to make sure that he stayed right where he was, umoving, with the subtlest of grazes. It was rare that she allowed herself such a moment of vulnerability – and she would wildly deny it afterwards, obviously. She would scoff, roll her eyes dramatically, and blame it on a sudden drop in temperature or a temporary lack of judgment, anything to avoid admitting what they both already knew — she liked this.

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@thstrongest,  continuation  from  here  !

Beneath the polished surfaces and societal expectations, the projections layered upon them by birth and circumstance, undeniable similarities simmered. Amongst them, a tendency for self-indulgence was something they shared — however, unlike him, Sayuri wasn't burdened by the sense of duty and principles, a far away concept any concern about what was right or wrong, of superiors and responsibilities. She had long freed herself of the shackles of conscience, long discarded the expectations that typically defined a person.

The only thing she still held was her name — a name that had once, possibly, held some significance, but had been systematically stripped of any true value by her own choices and actions. It was an empty vessel, a mere constellation of letters that held no real meaning to anyone, barely even to herself — a stark contrast to him, who seemed to be capable of holding the entire world in the palm of his hand with a mere mention of his name, shall he desire so. But at what cost? He carried the weight of the jujutsu world on his shoulders, while she simply drifted, unburdened and unchained. 

It was easy to indulge in shallow pleasures and desires to still the real, more complex issues that were swirling with in. For Sayuri, that self-indulgence stopped abruptly at an invisible line, a boundary she maintained before anything that could be considered genuine intimacy or vulnerability. Too large of a gaping hole had been left by the loss of her parents, their careless demise still haunting her, a cruel echo of all that could go wrong, of everything that could be taken away from her by the fragility of life if she ever dared to let down her guard, to allow herself to need anything, anyone. Too tightly wrapped in her own seemingly comfortable, but ultimately isolating, cocoon of distance and stoicism, she found herself incapable of admitting even the possibility of such weakness.  

And yet, she found herself irresistibly drawn closer to him. Her breath hitched slightly as she took note of his advancing steps, her fingertips tingled in what could only be anticipation, threatening to shatter her composure. Instinctively, she clenched her fists, the gesture almost appearing as if she were bracing for an attack, while in truth, she was containing something entirely else. 

Frankly, this was no longer about mere rivalry. This was about the frantic thudding of her heart against her ribcage, like the wings of a caged bird beating against its confines. This was about the trembling in her hands, a tremor born not only of anger, but also of something else, something she couldn’t quite name that was the very source of that anger in the first place. She had never resented him more than in this moment, this moment where he stirred within her an overwhelming wave of longing. The feeling was so intense, so poignant, it made her head spin.  

❛ You... ❜ Low and laced with resentment, her voice betrayed the fire burning within her chest with a light tremor. ❛ You're impossible. A literal pain in my ass. ❜ A curse hurled at him, yes, but also a desperate reminder to herself, spoken as she drew closer, even closer, until she could feel the warmth radiating from his body, stirring up another wave of that unwelcome feeling deep within her.  

While a treacherous longing gradually consumed her, she mustered another defiant flare of resistance, lifting her chin and glaring up at him. ❛ Do it, then, if you can. Kill me, ❜ she dared, cruelty tugging on the corners of her mouth and her eyes blazing with a challenge, as well as something else, as she asked for the impossible. 

[5ubjugate]

texts shoko 'can i see your boobs'

[ sms -> @thstrongest ] ... i'm @ work. just handled 27 ft. of intestines. bit busy to send my tits atm. [ sms -> sato ] ... come see them urself if ur so depraved.

[michelangelowept]

@thstrongest from here<3

nary a hair on his head, huh? (this is the part where he scowls.)

“if i didn't know you better i'd think maybe you were complimenting me.” then again, he probably wouldn't. megumi's sure even strangers have got to be sick of satoru gojo. he's like that song you never get enough of, simply because he won't let you hear the end of it. (besides—does megumi know him, really?)

he's still swiping—gah, what is this, ash?—out of his hair, off his forehead. nothing 'nary' about it. “you know, just because they don't feel like enemies to you doesn't mean it's that simple for the rest of us. or them, i guess.”

megumi's spikes bounce right back into place. like there's permanent hairspray in there or something. he is still scowling. inspecting a strand until he's pleased with the lack of whatever that stuff was that he would rather not call 'incinerated human remains.' “why do you even have me tag along with you if you're just gonna do that?”

[summerxmelodies]

@thstrongest said - i just want to sit here, eat cake, and forget the world outside of us exists.

“Well,” she smiled softly, blushing faintly. “I can help with that I think,” and she moved to sit beside him. They didn’t have any cake readily available, but she could always cook one for them. He probably had all of the needed ingredients and if not, well ordering them and having them delivered was no trouble either.

“Want me to make a cake for us or order one?” she asked softly, hesitating a moment before moving to pull him closer so he could lean his head against her chest. She could really do nothing to lift the weight upon his shoulders; the weight of the power and responsibility placed upon him. She could, however, grant his simple wishes and she did so happily.

Anything she could do to ease his burden, even for a moment, was something she loved doing because it was for him.

Her fingers softly played with his hair as she waited for his answer, phone nearby so she could either order that cake he wanted or ingredients to make him one.