I really love how much more mature manga has become over the years. This is in the josei genre so it’s not surprising but it’s still refreshing to see.
Guys which of the batfam kids liked The Crow (2024)? Cuz some of them definitely did, one ironically bc they love seeing how much the rest of the group gets mad when they praise it (Jason). One likes it for real bc they think it’s an incredible love story, and one likes it because they thought the design was badass and might try it in their costume for the next patrol.
ᴊᴊᴋ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ - Notes, in loveee with softie ryo, ty anon.
★ Drummer!Sukuna calms down only for you.
It started with a snapped drumstick.
And not the usual “he went too hard in the bridge” kind of snap — no. This was deliberate. Sharp. Cracking wood and tension alike as Sukuna chucked the broken stick across the room with a guttural, “Fuck!”
Rehearsal came to a standstill.
Suguru paused mid-riff, blinking slowly as he adjusted a tuning peg. Toji leaned back on his bass stool, chewing gum like this was nothing new. Gojo muttered a breezy, “Here we fucking go again,” into the mic. And Choso… well, Choso just sighed and started organizing his synth cables, clearly preparing for another ten-minute tantrum.
Sukuna was pacing behind the drum kit now, shirt already off, tattoos on display, jaw clenched so tight it looked like his teeth might shatter. No one dared ask what exactly pissed him off this time — maybe the sound engineer fucked up the levels, maybe Gojo had made one too many jokes, or maybe Sukuna was just in one of those moods where his rage needed a place to land.
“Sukuna,” Suguru called, tone dry. “Just grab another stick, man.”
“Shut the fuck up, Geto.”
Choso glanced at you from across the room. You just raised your brows and kept sipping from your water bottle. You weren’t in the band, Sukuna had invited you over, yes... you're his girl.
Sukuna didn’t acknowledge your presence. Not yet.
He was ranting to no one now, pacing harder. “You think I’m gonna play when the fucking kick sounds like it's underwater? And Gojo’s off-key screeching over it? Don’t waste my fucking time.”
“Y’know I’m right here,” Gojo chirped.
Sukuna flipped him off without turning around.
“Sukuna,” Choso tried, gently. “Just—”
That was when it happened.
The smallest thing.
You stood up from your corner of the studio, walking slowly over to the drum kit. You didn’t say anything dramatic. No scolding. No begging him to chill. You just tilted your head slightly and said, voice low, even:
“Ryo.”
And like someone yanked the emergency brake on his whole body — Sukuna stopped.
Like muscle memory, his head whipped toward you. The look in his eyes changed instantly. From fire to smoke. From wreckage to warmth. His breath slowed. Jaw loosened. And for a solid three seconds, it was dead silent in the room, the tension flickering out like a blown fuse.
“...What?” he muttered, lower this time. The venom was gone.
You blinked innocently. “You done being dramatic?”
He didn’t answer. Just watched you.
Toji snorted behind you. “Holy shit.”
Gojo leaned into the mic, still holding his guitar. “That’s all it takes? One little ‘Ryo’ and suddenly he’s not breathing fire?”
“Shut up,” Sukuna grumbled, grabbing a fresh pair of sticks like nothing happened.
But he still glanced your way again. Like he needed to make sure you were still watching. Still there.
And you were. You always were.
The rest of the band took the cue. Suguru counted the beat. Toji gave a low hum of amusement. Gojo said something about getting a new nickname for himself (“What if I called you ‘Sato’? Will you behave then?”). Choso, bless him, just hit play on the metronome.
And Sukuna?
Sukuna played like nothing happened. But when he sat behind the kit again, he tapped the stick twice on the edge of the snare. A signal.
For you.
And then, to you—so quietly only you could hear, just before he sat back down and started warming up again—
I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS POST FOR 10 YEARS. All I had were the images from this saved on my phone. This meme has saved my life from college until now, every time I'm sad I come back it. No one gets me, except for a handful of former friends, when I quote "b-bastard" at any minor inconvenience. I fell to my knees finally finding the original post so that I can quite literally give my compliments to the chef.
I just unironically texted a friend something very much in these exact words. NOT FOR THE SAME REASONS. Different…..reasons…..But while scrolling through some old mangacaps, finding this and coming to the stark realization I may be Ellie is…..humbling…
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