𓏲ּ𝄢 crazy!reader taking in a tiger cub..but whats this?! It turned into a boy with fluffy pink hair overnight?! 𓏲ּ𝄢 fluff drabble
Content tags𓏲ּ𝄢 both are teens, reader is highkey crazy and full of whimsy, fluff fluff fluff😝😝 (I got the pics from pinterest couldnt find the artist for 3rd one) wc: 766
The first thing Yuji registered upon waking up was that something had gone terribly, horribly wrong.
The second thing he registered was that he was significantly closer to the ground than usual..
The third thing he registered was the long thing swaying, undulating.. Is that..is that a tail.. A TAIL?!
Panic surged through him, right, right..the special grade curse..The tiger..the fight.. aand maybe the admittedly reckless decision to handle it alone. It all came rushing back at once.
Boy you've got to be kidding me..
Yuji scrambled to his paws, only to immediately stumble over them. Turns out four thick legs were a lot harder to coordinate than they'd looked.
He'd barely managed two wobbly steps before a shadow fell over him.. Yuji froze.
"oooh a kitty!" a high pitched voice squealed. ahem, a tiger**
Before he could react, two arms scooped him clean off the ground.
Yuji let out his fiercest growl. I mean, at least, what he intended to be a fierce growl.. Buut it maayy have came out sounding suspiciously more squeaky.
"Aww," a voice cooed. "You're so tinyy"
No-stop he wants to be put back down!
"You look unemployed and aaall by yourself" Yuji Blinked.. Huh? What?
"And homeless, my poor baby"
WHAT?!
The stranger gasped dramatically.
"Oh my God, you've got nowhere to go, do you?"
Yuji began squirming furiously.
"Don't worry!" you said cheerfully, trying to adjust your hold. "I'll take care of you"
No, he dosen't need taking care of!
"You can live with me"
No he can't!
"ugh someone's grumpy"
Yuji could do nothing but stare at the sky as he was being carried away.
This was, without question, the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to him.
Maybe excluding last week when nobara tried her makeup haul on him...
....
Several hours later, tigercub!yuji was now sat on a suspiciously pink armchair. Oh things couldn't get any worse now, could they? Aside from the fact that he was wrapped round like a burrito in a fluffy lil blanket..
His paws were currently being held hostage.
"There we go"
Snip!
Yuji watched in horror as another claw was trimmed.
"I can't have my pretty girl scratching herself now"
Pretty girl?.. girl?
He was a sixteen-year-old boy, a sixteen year old with insane potential-oh wrong guy, run it back *clears throat*, But a sixteen year old who happened to currently be a tiger.
There was a difference.. I mean, there was supposed to be one- just apparently not one you recognized.
Yuji slumped dramatically.
By now, Gojo sensei had probably noticed he was missing.. Right? (actually, Gojo might've noticed a tiger cub wandering around campus and just assumed it was somebody else's problem) Yes, definitely, megumi and nobara might be worried searching for him.. Surely! and-
A hand suddenly found the spot behind his ear and Yuji froze. His thoughts derailed instantly.
"Oh? There it is"
The scratching continued and ougghhn yuji was meeltingg, fuusing into all the softness and fluffiness.
His eyes fluttered shut before he could stop them. And a low rumble..? escaped him, your hand instantly paused.
"...Was that a purr?"
Yuji's eyes flew open-no,absolutely not, no way, he's a very much dignified and respected sorcerer, not some fat house cat!-
The scratching resumed, and the rumble returned immediately
Tsk...This means nothing.
....
Three days later, Yuji found himself stretched across a mountain of cushions while eating salmon that probably cost more than his monthly allowance.
Technically, he was still planning to leave. I mean-eventually.. At some point, yes. Maybe after his nap? Ooh after dinner may be better.
The salmon was really good..,I guess,, and the blankets maybe warm, the ear scratches.. well,..
The ear scratches were a compelling argument, very compelling-to say the least.
Yuji was midway through contemplating whether another day would really hurt when something cold settled around his neck.
He looked down, only to immediately regret anything he was starting to consider.
A pink collar, oh and it's not just pink, it's covered in glittering rhinestones-with a tiny heart shaped tag dangling from it.
"eeeeekk" you squealed, your eyes sparkling, as yuji just stared
"hmm should I call you Benjamin tung, lord Fatty McFatterson, or chukalunk?
Girl please stop.
"ooh I'll call you princess bubbles, It suits you!"
Please, he's literally a TIGER cub. What's wrong with you?!
"My precious wittle princess bubbles! "
Yuji buried his face in the nearest cushion. and the cherry on top was that right after, when you reached down to scratch behind his ear again, the purring started before he could even pretend to resist.
He's so smol he only need one popcorn🥺 part 2 --->
How about a part 2 where he turns back to human? 🤭
♡ The moment Yuji lays eyes on you, it’s game over for him. You’re exactly his type tall, strong, blessed and he’s already imagining what your wedding photos would look like.
♡ He’s so confident when he confesses, too. Probably flashes you that goofy, boyish grin and says something like:
"Hey, I think you’re really cool. Wanna go out with me?"
And you? You look down at him (literally) and just go:
"Sorry, you’re too short."
Immediate psychological damage. Yuji.exe has stopped working.
He stands there, smiling on the outside but internally combusting.
"Too short? Too SHORT???"
But it gets worse. He asks, trying to salvage his pride:
"Then… what’s your type?"
And you, without hesitation:
"Todo."
MORTAL WOUND. DEATH. PAIN.
♡ Bro just got rejected and his best friend got praised in the same breath.
You walk away, completely unaware that you just shattered his entire ego.
Meanwhile, Yuji is standing there, staring at Todo from across the training field like a betrayed shonen protagonist.
♡ Cue maldative dreaming.
"so when I asked her out , she said I wasn't her type"
"I wish I was a little bit taller…"
"I wish I was a baller…"
"i wish I was 6 foot baller"
"I wish I had a girl , I'll call"
♡ He starts looking up height-enhancing exercises on Google. Hanging from bars, stretching his legs, drinking so much milk this man is on a mission.
♡ Considers asking Gojo if there’s a cursed technique that can make him taller.
At some point, Megumi just sighs and says:
"You’re never gonna be taller than Todo. Accept it."
Yuji refuses. He refuses.
♡ Starts wearing shoes with thick soles, hoping to gain even an inch.
♡ When you and Todo are sparring, and Todo lifts you effortlessly, Yuji is in the background dying inside.
♡ Eventually, he just stares at himself in the mirror like:
"Maybe she’ll fall for my personality instead… right?"
♡ Meanwhile, Todo has no idea any of this is happening. He’s just vibing, calling Yuji his besto friendo, completely oblivious to the emotional crisis happening next to him.
Wish granted
♡ After weeks of maldative dreaming, failed height-increasing attempts, and watching you simp for Todo, Yuji was ready to accept his fate.
But then, fate does him a solid.
♡Gojo sensei, in his infinite wisdom (or trolling tendencies), pairs you and Yuji as training partners for an entire month. (Fox he did that on purpose)
♡Yuji is initially like, “Oh god, this is gonna be painful.” He’s fully expecting you to talk about Todo 24/7 while he suffers in silence.
♡ But after a week of working together, he realizes something.
You’re actually… really cool.
Not just in a “wow, hot person” way but in a “holy shit, I really like talking to them” way.
You hype him up during training and laugh at his dumb jokes.
You don’t baby him you challenge him, push him to be stronger.
And when he actually manages to land a hit on you during sparring, you grin and say, “Damn, shortie’s fast.”
♡ Normally, the height comment would kill him. But… why is he blushing instead???
♡ Meanwhile, you? You were obsessed with Todo.
♡ But now? Yuji’s got you questioning everything.
♡ Like, why does his laugh make your chest feel weird?
♡ Why do you find yourself looking for him in a crowded room?
♡ And why, for the love of all things holy, do his stupid brown eyes make your heart race???
♡ Todo doesn’t even cross your mind anymore. Especially not when Yuji looks at you like that.
♡ It all officially clicks for both of you one night after an intense training session.
♡ You’re both exhausted, lying on the ground, staring at the sky. And out of nowhere, Yuji just mumbles:
“I don’t even care about being taller anymore… I just wanna be good enough for you.”
Your heart? Gone. Exploded.
You turn to face him, and without thinking, you say:
“You were always good enough, idiot.”
And then you kiss him.
Congratulations, Yuji. You may not have gotten taller…
But you got the girl.
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Ft. UncKuna, Retail Worker GN!Reader, Gen Z Android User Itadori Yuji, Millennial iPhone User Inumaki Toge (Can & will speak), Hot Crush at First Sight Fushiguro Megumi - I know what it looks like and I'm not sorry.
Summary: Sukuna goes to buy a phone. Yuji enables him, Inumaki commits privacy violations for clout, and Megumi walks into a Shibuya tech store looking expensive enough to ruin everybody’s day.
Warnings: Normal Modern AU - No Curses/No Powers. Strong language, sexual humor, non-consensual filming/posting, public embarrassment, secondhand embarrassment, unwanted TikTok fame, and the strongest sorcerer of history meeting his final OP: modern technology. WC: 2.8k
A/N: This fic is 80% crack, 20% feral demon king trying to understand iOS vs. Android while getting his first crush in 1,000 years. 😌 You know, normal JJK things. Expect TikTok clout chasing and Sukuna having a midlife crisis over Bluetooth.
A neon-lit Android store in Shibuya. The walls pulse with LED ads for the latest tech, promising “LIGHTNING-FAST SPEEDS” and “CRYSTAL CLEAR DISPLAYS.” You sit behind the counter on a swiveling stool, scrolling through memes and pretending the customer in front of you isn’t about to snap the demo phone in half.
Ryomen Sukuna stands over your counter like a disgruntled RPG boss. Tall, covered in tribal tattoos that definitely don’t follow workplace dress code, and radiating an aura that screams, “I don’t belong in this century.” The demo phone in his hand creaks under his grip.
“This device,” he growls, glaring at the phone like it owes him money, “what does it do?”
You suppress a sigh, eyes darting to the store’s emergency exit. “Uh… everything? It’s a smartphone. Internet, calls, apps—whatever you need.”
His scowl deepens, eyes narrowing like you just insulted his ancestors. “Explain ‘apps.’”
You blink. “They’re like… little programs that do specific things.”
He leans in, crimson eyes glowing. “Specific things like trapping human souls?”
You pause. “No.”
“Then what?”
You’re struggling not to laugh when the door slams open, and two guys stumble in, mid-argument.
Yuji & Inumaki Enter the Chat
“Uncle Sukuna!” the pink-haired one—Yuji, 21—calls, grinning as he pulls out his earbuds with the kind of energy you’d expect from a puppy on five shots of espresso. His hair has those soft, fluffy highlights that suggest either a TikTok influencer or a guy who let his little sister pick his dye job.
Yuji knows Sukuna is his “uncle” thanks to a totally legit backstory Sukuna fed him two days ago: he’d woken up from a 1,000-year coma caused by “Super Rare Amnesia Disease Syndrome” (SRADS™), a condition that erased all his modern knowledge but conveniently left memories of being Yuji’s estranged uncle intact.
Yuji, being both kindhearted and gullible, bought it immediately.
Beside him, Inumaki—a 22-year-old with the energy of a stressed-out millennial, oversized hoodie, and fingers glued to his phone—sips a violently purple bubble tea, eyes flicking to Sukuna like he’s assessing the final boss of a horror game. He’s got the disinterested aura of someone who just lost all faith in humanity and is about to roast someone for it.
Yuji jogs up to the counter, clapping Sukuna on the back. “Whatcha doing, old man?”
Sukuna snarls, baring fangs. “Do not touch me, boy.”
Yuji just grins, unbothered. “Trying to buy a phone? Good luck, dude. You’re gonna hate it.”
Sukuna’s eyes flicker. “You dare mock me?”
Inumaki steps up, flicking his bangs out of his eyes. “He’s not wrong, though. You’ll have a mental breakdown trying to figure out the Wi-Fi settings.”
Sukuna glares. “Don’t patronize me, brat.”
Yuji just grins wider. “You’re literally 47.”
“Old age brings power, boy.”
Yuji pats his shoulder like a nurse dealing with a particularly confused patient. “Uncle, it’s a phone. You can call people, text, watch cat videos, whatever.”
Sukuna squints. “It contains cats?”
Inumaki snorts into his bubble tea, the pearls clinking against the plastic. “Not literally, Grandpa.” He taps his iPhone. “iPhone’s better, though. No debate.”
Yuji rolls his eyes. “Bro, no. Android’s superior. More freedom. Better battery life. Customization.”
Inumaki leans against the counter, smirking. “Yeah, if you want your phone to look like a Craigslist ad.”
Yuji’s grin sharpens. “At least my phone doesn’t cost a kidney.”
Inumaki flicks a bubble at him. “iPhone has FaceTime.”
“Discord exists.”
“Better camera.”
“Pixel 8.”
“Ecosystem.”
“Android has an actual file system.”
You glance at Sukuna, whose eyes are twitching like a demon contemplating mass slaughter. You’re pretty sure if he knew what Wi-Fi was, he’d try to curse it.
He lifts the phone again, staring at the bright, mocking icons. "What is this 'Bluetooth'? Does it refer to a creature?"
You press your lips together, trying not to laugh. "It's for wireless connections."
His eyes narrow. "Connections to what?"
"Speakers, headphones, car stereos..."
He glares at the phone. "Does it speak?"
Yuji snickers. "Nah, but Siri does."
Inumaki lifts his iPhone. "Yeah, and it actually works, unlike whatever knockoff AI your Android has."
Yuji bristles. "Bro, don't disrespect my Google Assistant."
"Literally no one uses that."
"I use it!"
"Case in point."
Inumaki pulls up TikTok, flashing the screen at Sukuna. "See? iPhone's perfect for this." He hits play, and a chaotic, ear-splitting sound erupts from his phone. "Crisp speakers. Smooth playback."
Sukuna's eyes flare. "This... this device screams?"
You bite the inside of your cheek, watching as Sukuna's patience with modern tech frays like an overused charging cable.
---
Yuji claps him on the back, nearly sending him into a murderous frenzy. "Relax, Uncle. You'll get used to it. Just buy the Android. It's way more user-friendly."
Inumaki shakes his head. "Don't listen to this peasant. Buy the iPhone. It'll save you from having to watch pixelated TikToks."
Sukuna glances between the two phones like he's choosing a weapon before battle. "Which one is superior in combat?"
Yuji frowns. "Bro, what?"
Inumaki deadpans. "Neither. They break if you breathe on them too hard."
Sukuna's eye twitches, and you're pretty sure you see him clench his teeth.
Yuji groans, like he's been waiting for this. "Bro, don't start. Android's superior."
Inumaki flicks a pearl at him, which Yuji barely dodges. "Better camera. iPhone wins."
"Yeah, if you're an Instagram model," Yuji fires back. "Androids are for real users."
Inumaki raises an eyebrow. "You mean broke ones?"
Yuji's jaw drops. "Say that again, I dare you."
You rub your temples, regretting every life choice that led you here.
---
While the boys bicker, Sukuna corners you again, red eyes flashing.
"What is 'storage space'?"
You sigh. "It's how much data you can save."
He scowls. "And this... 'RAM'? Is it a type of curse?"
You deadpan, "It's memory for multitasking. Not a curse."
His frown deepens. "Why does this one have a 'triple-lens camera'? Are three lenses necessary for mortal eyes?"
You bite your lip to keep from laughing. "For better photos."
He snorts. "I don't need mortal 'photos.' I'll remember your faces when I'm tearing you apart."
Yuji, still mid-argument with Inumaki, calls over, "Uncle Sukuna, stop threatening people!"
---
A few minutes later, Yuji grabs Sukuna's arm, yanking him toward the counter where the demo phones are lined up. "Here, look. I'll show you how to take photos."
He flips the camera to portrait mode, about to snap a picture of you, when the door chimes. A guy walks in - tall, dark-haired, and dressed like he's about to drop a million-dollar tech startup. He heads for the headphone section, expression unimpressed.
Both Yuji and Sukuna freeze.
The guy, oblivious, casually picks up a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, turning them over with an appraising look.
Yuji's fingers tighten on Sukuna's arm. "Holy shit."
Sukuna narrows his eyes, for once at a loss for words. You glance between them, confused.
Inumaki, who has been aggressively snapping selfies for TikTok, finally looks up. "Oh. Damn."
The guy's eyes flick over to the trio for a moment, brow furrowing slightly before he turns back to the headphones.
Yuji's mouth hangs open, and you're pretty sure you can hear his brain cells frying.
Sukuna leans in, voice low and strangely unsteady. "Who is this mortal, and why do I feel the urge to... validate my existence in front of him?"
Yuji looks equally horrified. "Bro, same."
Inumaki deadpans, "That's called a crush, grandpa."
Sukuna sputters, genuinely looking alarmed for the first time since he stormed into your store. "Crush? I am the King of Curses! I do not 'crush'!"
Yuji hisses, "Dude, he's looking this way. Play it cool!"
Sukuna stiffens, lifting his phone like he's about to curse it. "How do I 'play it cool'?"
Inumaki just smirks, pressing record discreetly on his phone pointed at Sukuna and Yuji. "Good luck, old man."
The mysterious guy - tall, with spiky but soft-looking hair, sharp-jawed, and wearing a designer coat that probably costs more than your rent - wanders over to the checkout counter, noise-cancelling headphones in hand. He's got that lowkey irritated vibe of someone who hates small talk but needs to get this over with.
You mentally brace yourself.
"Hey," he says, voice deep and slightly raspy, like he's been up all night brooding on a fire escape. He sets the box down on the counter, hands long and elegant.
You swallow. "Hey."
Behind you, Inumaki's phone is definitely recording. Yuji, for once, is silent, eyes darting between you and Sukuna like he's watching a slow-motion train wreck that includes him.
You scan the box - a pair of Razor Kraken V5.2 Ultra-Supreme Noise-Cancelling Headphones with 360-Degree Spatial Audio and Bone-Rattling Bass. Price tag: ¥85,000.
Nice. The man has taste.
"Buying the fancy ones, huh?" you say, trying to sound casual.
He raises an eyebrow. "I like good sound."
Yuji, not-so-subtly whispering to Sukuna: "Bro, that's a voice."
Sukuna, glaring: "Shut up, brat."
You slide the headphones toward the register. "So, uh... you into gaming or just vibing to, like, lo-fi while you contemplate the universe?"
He snorts, eyes flicking up to yours. "Both."
God, why does his eye contact feel like a judgemental cat sizing you up?
"Nice," you blurt out, swiping the barcode. "Uh, you know, these are great for drowning out existential dread."
He pauses, lips twitching slightly. "Good. I have a lot of that."
Inumaki is barely containing his laughter behind his cup.
"Yeah," you say, forcing a laugh. "Same."
The air between you is so awkward you could cut it with a plastic spork.
Beside you, Sukuna's fists clench, and you can feel the temperature in the store drop by about five degrees. He's glaring at the mystery guy like he's trying to decide whether to curse him or write him a love haiku.
The guy - completely oblivious - taps his card against the reader.
"Thanks," he says, meeting your eyes again. "Have a good one."
"Y-Yeah," you stutter. "You too."
He turns, strides out of the store with the grace of a noir film protagonist, and disappears into the neon haze of Shibuya.
The door closes, and the silence that follows is deafening.
Yuji, in a stage whisper: "Bro, what the hell was that?"
Sukuna's fingers twitch, veins popping. "He has the presence of a king."
Yuji's eyes snap to his uncle. "Uncle Sukuna, did you just—"
"Silence."
Inumaki finally breaks, letting out a wheezing laugh as he stops recording. "Oh my god. You guys were so awkward." He immediately starts typing the TikTok caption: "Retail Worker and Demon King Simp Over Guy with Expensive Headphones While I Watch" #Cringe #NoRizz #SimpGrandpa
You groan, burying your face in your hands. "I want to die."
Sukuna snarls, still staring at the door like he can mentally will the guy to come back. "I do not 'simp.' I am the King of Curses."
Yuji pats his back. "Yeah, bro, you also just got verbally bodied by a guy who didn't even break eye contact."
Sukuna growls, shadows flickering around him. "Cease your insolence, boy."
Inumaki snorts, sipping his bubble tea. "You're both hopeless."
Yuji leans in, whispering like he's plotting a heist. "Dude, we gotta find out who that guy is."
Sukuna's eyes gleam, fangs flashing. "Yes."
Inumaki just shakes his head, already uploading the TikTok. "I'm so posting this."
As Sukuna's internal monologue spirals from "Why is this mortal so captivating?" to "I should just eat him to stop these cursed feelings," Yuji grabs both phones and slaps them on the counter.
"Uncle Sukuna," he whispers, eyes darting to the door. "Dude, breathe. You're acting weird."
Sukuna growls, shadows flickering like he's about to spontaneously combust. "I do not 'act weird,' boy."
Yuji rolls his eyes, pushing both phones toward the register. "Just buy these and let's go. You're embarrassing me."
Sukuna, still in a post-crush haze, slams a thick wad of cash on the counter, the bills spilling everywhere like the world's least organised drug deal. You stare at it, stunned, because you're pretty sure you just saw a 10,000 yen note that looks older than your grandparents.
He grabs the bags, one in each hand, and turns with a flourish, nearly knocking over a display of overpriced phone cases.
"Keep the change, mortal," he snarls, stalking out of the store with the energy of a man who just rage-bought his way out of an emotional crisis.
Yuji facepalms. "Bro, you bought both phones."
Sukuna freezes, one foot already out the door. He turns, slow and deliberate, like a vengeful spirit. "What?"
Yuji sighs, rubbing his temples. "You bought both. That's like ¥400,000. You just got scammed by capitalism."
Sukuna's eye twitches, jaw clenching so hard you half expect his fangs to crack. He looks at the bags in his hands, then back at you, like this is somehow your fault.
"Foolish mortal devices," he mutters, storming out, nearly shattering the glass door with his exit.
You exhale, leaning against the counter as the air pressure finally normalizes. Inumaki's phone is still recording. You glance at him, too tired to even protest.
"This is going viral," he declares, flicking his bangs aside with a smirk.
---
Later That Night
The door slams open. Sukuna looms in the entrance, the Android's screen flashing an angry red error message.
"This infernal machine mocked me."
Two hours later, he returns, now glaring at a system update prompt.
"What is this 'system update'? It demands I agree to its terms."
You stare blankly. "You have to accept to use it."
"I will destroy this wretched device," he snarls, shadows flickering around him as you reach for the return forms. Retail hell just got a supernatural upgrade.
---
One Slow Tuesday Later
You're stacking overpriced phone cases when the door chimes. There he stands - the headphones guy, dressed in another sleek, all-black fit, the kind of effortless style that screams, “I’m emotionally unavailable but in a hot way.” His hair is slightly mussed, jaw clenched, eyes sharp enough to cut through your last remaining shred of dignity.
Your pulse spikes like a faulty heart monitor.
You swallow. Your palms are suddenly clammy, and you’re pretty sure you’re about to do something embarrassing again.
He strides up to the counter, setting down a phone case with the kind of precision that makes you question your own motor skills.
"Hey." His voice is gravel wrapped in velvet.
“Hey,” you manage, praying you don’t sound like a 12-year-old meeting their K-pop bias for the first time.
He leans in, voice low, eyes narrowing slightly. “Why the hell am I all over TikTok?”
Your brain blue-screens.
“What?”
He reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone, and flips the screen to face you.
Your soul exits your body as he shows you Inumaki's viral video: 3.4M views, comments glaring up at you.
“Retail Rizz at its finest.”
“Bro, who’s the dude in the coat? I’d let him ruin my credit score.”
“Not the tall, dark, and broody customer giving main character energy.”
“Lowkey want him to step on me.”
Oh. Oh no.
Your eyes dart to the store’s corner security camera, then to the still-displaying LED ads for the same overpriced headphones this guy bought last week. You feel your sanity crack like a cheap phone screen.
“I… I didn’t… It wasn’t me,” you stammer, your brain flipping through excuses like a malfunctioning Rolodex.
"Didn't say it was."
“Oh.” You blink. “Right.”
He pockets his phone, the weight of his stare making your knees weak. “Just… tell your friend to stop being weird.”
Your brain finally catches up. “Oh, yeah. Definitely. Sorry about that. I’ll, uh, talk to him.”
He stares at you for another beat, like he’s trying to decide if you’re worth the effort of being mad at, then turns and heads for the exit.
You exhale, heart rate slowly returning to a somewhat liveable BPM as the door chimes again, and the guy vanishes into the Shibuya chaos.
A second later, your phone buzzes. It’s a group chat notification.
Inumaki 👁️: Bro, did your crush just come back to the store? I see him on the camera feed. LMFAO
Yuji 🦑: WAIT WHAT WHERE
Inumaki 👁️: Nah, too late. He left. I’m posting the part where you both froze like NPCs again. 😂
Yuji 🦑: BRO I HATE YOU
You: I’m blocking you both.
---
Meanwhile, In The Cursed Geriatric Group Chat
Cursed Geriatric👑: Boy. This ‘FaceTime’ feature. Why does it demand my ‘contact permissions’?
Yuji 🦑: LMAO, you gotta allow it or it won’t work.
Cursed Geriatric👑: Allow it? I will not allow anything. I am the King of Curses.
Inumaki 👁️: Old man can’t work his phone 😂
Cursed Geriatric👑: Silence, brat. I will curse you through this wretched device.
Yuji 🦑: You’d have to accept the terms and conditions first.
Cursed Geriatric👑: What are these ‘cookies’ it demands I accept?
Inumaki 👁️: Not the demon king getting ratio’d by iOS settings.
Yuji 🦑: Bro, chill. Just click accept.
Cursed Geriatric👑: Fools. I have clicked it. I will not be controlled by your cursed ‘clouds’ and ‘Wi-Fi.’
Yuji 🦑: You literally have two phones now.
Cursed Geriatric👑: They shall become my weapons. Fear me.
Inumaki 👁️: This is going on TikTok too.
Cursed Geriatric👑: I will end you.
Dividers by @saradika-graphics while header and engagement banners are mine.
💀 Next?
🫠 Should Yuji accidentally FaceTime Megumi & die of embarrassment?
👁️ Should Inumaki keep terrorizing his friends with viral TikToks?
🐉 Should Sukuna challenge Apple’s CEO to a duel for making the iPhone so confus?
Part 2 where Sukuna accidentally joins Discord & starts beefing with 12yrs?
a/n- if you follow my fire force blog you know what’s coming, if not I’m sorry 💀
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nobara and yuji have a whole entire sent of coupons for places to visit in tokyo
before they head out in a group Yuji and nobara grab the coupons
Yuji and Gojo have most definitely asked to ride the demon dogs at least once, gojo had asked way for times than Yuji for obvious reasons
Megumi is a heavy sleeper so sometimes when the group is all hanging out and Megumi falls asleep or sumn Yuji and gojo would draw on his face
while nobara makes it her contact photo for him
megumi has caught yuji playing with his demon dogs like actual dogs, I mean baby talk tickles n everything
i like the idea of all of them having a gc
nobara’s contact names for them would be tweedledee (megumi), tweedledum (yuji) tweedledumbass (gojo)
gojo’s and yuji’s icon in her phone would be thing one and thing two💀
TRICYCLE RACE TOURNAMENTS‼️ they force nanami to referee
gojo would take them to places to eat but forgets his wallet and they all agree to put it on nanami’s tab
cue a very confused nanami when he gets charged this big ass bill
movie nights in a pillow fort but gojo gets kicked out when he accidentally spoils a part of the movie
gojo stealing their food and they try and throw his pillows at him and they bounce of cause of his infinity and he’s just sitting there laughing like a mad man
cursed group photos
i dont think curses could show up in phones if you can’t see them or maybe it’s a special lens either way
they would take the weirdest photos of with the megumi’s demon dogs in what not and since you can’t see them it’s the most trippy shit ever💀
HAUNTED HOUSES
despite being sorcerers they get scared as hell
gojo would be laughing and say “come guys it’s just fake-“ just as a jump scare comes out and mans screams with his whole heart
megumi tho is sick n tired until one point they got him good and they all ran out screaming
yuji and todo having those weird best friend poses, when yuji just accepted the situation with todo they made this dumb ass handshake
they do it all the damn time and once todo accidentally teleported yuji
