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[wayfinderwaymaker]

Welcome to my blog!

Not new to tumblr, this is just a separate blog from my main one where I can talk about my interests that differ. Mostly anime here. Currently in the process of making a separate ao3 for my jjk works and some x reader content

I'm open to taking requests for oneshots & headcanons. Details about what I will and won't write under the cut. Spam liking is fine. Messages are fine. Asks are welcome.

links to be added

Won't write:

Frat AUs//College or University AUs//Marvel or DC comics AUs

Bimbo//ditsy//airhead reader or girlfriend, Nerd!Characters

Student X Teacher//Incest

Fics using the nicknames Kuna, Guru, Gumi or Toru

Toge Inumaki using riceball ingredient speak

Not taking requests for multi-chapter fics

Collaborative writing projects

Will write:

Fluff//smut//romance//angst

Headcanons and oneshots for most characters from Jujutsu Kaisen, Chainsaw Man, Witch Hat Atelier, and Apothecary Diaries (That have been featured in the anime, my Manga collection is small and incomplete)

Drabbles

If unsure just ask! There may be dos and donts not mentioned here

[mitrakats]

rupture of our innocence, if you are guilty i am in

prints r available on my etsy!!

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The Tale of The Princess Kaguya (2013) dir. Isao Takahata

[wayfinderwaymaker]

Real sweet but... : JJK Men if you confessed having feelings for them while you were drunk, Pt.2

○ Choso Kamo ○

Choso had one or two drinks, he really wasn't sure. The taste of the beverage wasn't very appealing and he found that he didn't want to feel the effects of it. Not when he was busy watching you down shots, a pint, and more than one cocktail in the same timespan, winding up dizzy and half conscious. "Heyyy, Choso." You dragged out the sound, looking amused with nothing. His brows raised at just how lax you sounded, and how quickly you were draining your cup through the straw. "Are you sure you should still be having more?"

You grinned at him. "Sure." You declared, drinking more. "Need the courage."

"For what? You already did karaoke." He looked with a disapproving glint in his eyes at your glass.

"So I can tell you how much I like you." You said, almost wistful. "And umm, that I think you're super good-looking. And that you treat me really nice, so I really don't wanna date someone else..." your voice trailed off into nearly inaudible mumbles of various praises, while his eyes went wide and his jaw nearly dropped.

"You..." His voice died out on him.

"You look crazy." You snickered, slurping the last of your drink loudly through the straw.

He tried to speak again, but he choked, his mind racing as your very drunk self tried to close your tab. He walked you out, cheeks warm as you hung on him for stability, all the way out to your friend's car. And when he was sure you were safe and sound, he clutched his phone and argued with himself about sending a text he knew wouldn't be read until morning- one full of the very same things you had just declared.

○ Toji Fushiguro ○

You and Toji were alike in that you shared an employer, and you were both born with an inability to use cursed energy despite being born to prominent sorcery clans. You differed in that he knew where his limits lied with alcohol, whereas you seemed to be trying to drink the bar dry. "You're gonna be in a world of hurt tomorrow." He stated bluntly as he watched you gulp from a pint glass. "Not gonna be your problem, then." You uttered unevenly as you set it down with a thud. "Somehow I doubt that." He retorted, watching as a drowsy smile made it to your face.

"Only bug you 'cause I like you sooo much." You stated. "You're handsome, 'n nice, and I trust you." Propping up both elbows on the bar, you rested your chin atop your hands.

"You're talking crazy."

"Am I?" You giggled. "No, no way." You sighed loudly. "Speaking my mind, is all. You're really...important. To me. And easy on the eyes." Another laugh had you throwing back your head and sliding off the barstool, leaving Toji to catch you by your arm and tug you back, still a mess. "We're leaving." He said as he abandoned his seat and tossed wrinkled cash onto the bar. He hauled you over his shoulder and walked you home like he had done it a hundred times before, listening to your idle chatter. When he got you to his apartment, he deposited you on the couch and tossed a throw blanket over you. "Love you." You called after him, knocking the wind from his lungs. "Yeah." Was all he could manage as he stared intently at the couch.

○ Hiromi Higuruma ○

It wasn't anything new for the victims of a long day of work to go seeking solace in a bottle, but Hiromi was still in awe as he watched you put away glass after glass, seemingly unaffected until it caught up and left you laying half your bodyweight on the low table, legs tucked beneath you. "You're not drinking, sir?"

"I've had quite enough." He paused. "You'll be needing a ride home?"

"Yeah." You nodded. "Don't have a guy friend to call."

"I'll get you a cab."

"Nice." You smiled, eyes droopy. "But you're always nice. Treating me better than other guys, making me fall for you." You looked to him next with wide pupils. "No fair raising my standards like that."

"You...I believe it's a good time for me to call that cab." He stood, helping you rise. Gently, he guided you with a hand on your back, helping you into the car and seating himself at your side, keeping you upright for the ride. He let you into your apartment with the spare key, walking you to your bed, watching as you collapsed and uttered "Night." Before shutting your eyes. Now was not the time for a declaration of reciprocity, and he knew it well. But still, his jacket was drapped over you, covering your torso as you had dropped without pulling a single sheet above yourself.

○ Naoya Zenin ○

Naoya had not planned to drink with you, or just so happened that you shared a similar taste in bars and an appetite for liquor. Though your eagerness outweighed his greatly, and whiskey seemed to vanish until even he'd lost count of how many you'd had.

"If I didn't know better, I'd guess you aren't pleased about marrying the strongest sorcerer alive."

"Don't like him." You seemed to wilt at the mere mention of Gojo. "Rather marry who I want."

"You're fulfilling your duty."

"Be the same if I married you, I think." You pushed your empty glass towards the bartender slowly. "What makes him more....marry-able than you? At least I know you. And, y'know, I like you. I'd pick you over him."

He felt a certain type of feeling creep into his chest as he watched you sway in your seat. "He doesn't deserve you."

"Damn right." You slumped forward until your cheek rested on the polished wood of the bar, and you hand reached for his. "Too bad I can't change it."

"You can forget it." He tugged you off the stool by your hand, steadying you as he walked you both off and to the driver waiting outside for him. Tomorrow, he'd bear the lecture on how it looked when he brought Gojo's fiancée to his room, even if nothing happened. Tonight, he would find comfort in the sudden peace on your face as you slept in his room, and your steady breathing.

Part 1

[iennoganan-aha]

Drew this a while ago but with the new episode out I felt like it deserved to be posted 🕺🏼🕺🏼

[wayfinderwaymaker]

Need to grab Gojo's face and repeatedly kiss him all over until he is reddened from both lipstick and blushing alike

[cicadaaas]

its always sunny screencap redraw lolll

[wayfinderwaymaker]

Real sweet, but... : JJK Men if you confessed having feelings for them while you were drunk

○ Satoru Gojo ○

Satoru never drank beyond a tiny sip of a particularly fun looking cocktail someone in his party ordered. You did not refrain in the same way, drinking as you pleased, downing a handful between shared jokes and stories until you were flushed and leaning heavily on the table. The rest of the group had either left, fled to the bathroom, or made for another part of the bar. It was at that late hour that he felt the familiar push against the limitless - this time, instead of any cursed spirit, it was you. Inebriated and focused in with the single goal of resting your head on his shoulder.

he let you, permitted you to touch him and rest your cheek on his shoulder. "So warm." You slurred, eyes shutting.

"Just don't fall asleep on me, yeah?" Amusement made itself evident on his face in spite of his best efforts. "No, 'course not." You mumbled. "No throwing up either." He added, adjusting you to keep you from sliding off. "Couldn't puke on you, you're so pretty."

He chuckled as he heard your drunk words, uttered in an almost sleepy tone. It was almost cute, compared to your normal composure. "Am I?"

"Well duh. I like you way too much to think you're ugly. You're perfect." Your face turned, breathing in his cologne. "And tall. And nice. And funny." A deep breath from you, then a sigh that sent shivers through him. "It's why I love you." And with a final declaration, he feels you slump against his side, properly asleep. The tab is closed, your coat and purse gathered before he scooped you up and carried you to his car. His heart pounded in his chest, threatening to break free and run about each time he caught a glimpse of you in the rear view. Satoru took you home to your apartment, using the key you gave him for emergencies to enter and take you to your room. As he pulled the covers over you, he couldn't help himself from whispering lowly, lips nearly to your ear, "I love you too."

○ Suguru Geto ○

While not a stranger to having his senses clouded by drinking, you took it a fair bit further than he would while at a get-together. The night had devolved from conversation, to dancing, to you lying on two floor cushions at the same table as him. "Are you feeling like going to sleep?" He leaned over and peered down. "No. Rather stay." You uttered drowsy. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he looks down to see you half curled up.

"No one will be upset if you do." Suguru hummed.

"Right, but then I wouldn't get to be with you." You stretched a bit, ultimately settling on your back. "Handsome." You smiled to yourself.

"I think your drinks are talking right now." He chuckled just barely, sipping from his own glass.

"No." You replied breathily, still lying down. "No you've always been that way. And...I don't need to drink to think it." Your words made him raise his brows, and so Suguru inched over until he was just a few inches from where you were resting your head. "Is that all you think?"

You gazed up, pupils blown wide. "I think I like you, Geto."

"Suguru." He quickly corrected, feeling heat rush to his cheeks under your gaze. "I think you need to head to bed before you end up with a cricked neck."

His attempts to get you to grasp his hand and pull yourself up proved futile, so he bent and scooped you up, only to be again dismayed when you stubbornly refused to stand. So he carried you back to your room, keeping his gaze fixed straight ahead as you mumbled. "You're so strong." Your voice wavered. "But you're gentle too, y'know." A drunk giggle escaped you as he laid you down. "It's what makes you so irresistible." He wanted to kiss your reddened face until all his mind could think was the sound of your laughter, but he simply paused, leaning over you for a second. "Dream about that, then. Alright?"

○ Kento Nanami ○

You're sensible enough that Kento actually agreed to come along to the outing, having figured that you were not the sort to end up intoxicated after barely an hour of drinking. But here he was after all, exhausted after his work, a single hand resting on your back to keep you from sliding off the barstool you occupied while sipping something artificially colored through a straw. Every time your eyes met you started giggling like a teenager, and he had to fret over keeping you steady once again.

"I can't imagine what you find funny." He sighed, lifting his glass of scotch on the rocks, which was nearly melted from being nursed all evening.

"Nothing." You insisted, nearly tipping over your glass.

"Care to explain why you can't keep a straight face before I call you a cab?"

"You're just being such a gentleman." You rested your cheek on your palm, gazing at him with unfocused eyes. "Like you always are."

"Then allow me another act of chivalry." He slid the glass out of your reach in a single, smooth motion.

"Spoilsport." You sighed. "I was right about what I was thinking, you would be a good husband. Responsible, but nice too a handsome gentleman."

Any words he had escaped him, and he spent the elective cab ride to his apartment in silence. By the time he arrived, you were asleep, and in no state to be driven home alone. He settled you into his bed and took the couch, where he found himself laying awake, staring at the ceiling.

○ Ryomen Sukuna ○

Sukuna watched you grow steadily intoxicated for the spent of the banquet, until people broke off into groups to chat and you wobbled over to him, dropping onto a cushion without a modicum of grace. "Nice party." You managed. "You seem to be taken with the sake." He replied, sending you into a fit of low chuckles.

"So I am." The grin stayed on your face as you reached for more, but only succeeded in toppling several dishes with the drag of your sleeves. "Shit." You sighed.

"Good gods, woman, how much have you had?" His brows knitting together as he looked down at the spilled food.

"Yes." You murmured, leaning your head down to rest on the table. "You know, you look nicer from down here."

"As opposed to?" His face turned towards you, eyes moving just slightly up and down.

"You were looking very stern a minute ago when I came over. Now you look all handsome again."

He schooled his expression, refraining from choking at your sudden praise. "You're deluded from all that drink, now."

"No, no." You shook your head. "No, I've been certain for a while. You're so....appealing. Even when you're mad. Just...not at me." Another laugh.

His chest felt strange, as did his mind, brain and heart conspired against him as he watched you lay in your rice wine stupor before calling over Uraume to ensure that you're returned back to your chambers safely, away from the many prying eyes and straying hands of the banquet guests. Though later, he stopped at your door and looked in on your sleeping form. "Foolish woman." He uttered to none but himself, though the way his subconscious took delight in your words certainly didn't make him feel wise. Not when the lingering scent of your perfume felt as though it could drive him mad.

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Sukuna again 💥

[wayfinderwaymaker]

I don't care how many logical issues it presents you can pry the sukuna and uraume raise little yuji au out of my COLD DEAD HANDS

[wayfinderwaymaker]

Detangle: in which Power finally allows you, Aki's partner, to run a brush through her hair

"Be done with it quickly!" Power ordered as she dropped herself unceremoniously onto the chair in front of you, folding her arms.

You sighed as you took in the tangled layers of hair tucked beneath a deceptively smooth surface. You had your work cut out for you.

In your hand sat the brush, gripped uncertainly by your fingers while your brain tried to reason where to begin. The ends, of course, but you didn't know if you ought to start with the back, or a piece framing her face.

"Do not keep delaying, or I shall find a better way to occupy my time." She adjusted her posture.

"I'll start, Power. I'm just...figuring this out."

"Figuring it out? 'Tis only the brushing of hair, you do so frequently."

You did, and she poked her head in to try and hurry you along often. However, you worried that if you tried to brush the knot out of her hair without care you'd take her whole scalp with it. "Alright, I'll start. Sit still." You worked through the very bottom inch at the back. A few shirt brushstrokes passed through, then caught on the tangle. As expected, she hissed.

"You harm me, wench!" One hand shot up to clutch at the back of her head.

"I just snagged it, it wasn't intentional." You waited, dropping the hair until her hand slowly lowered, and she twisted her torso to glare back at you. "I'm sorry." You added.

"I'll forgive this transgression." She decided, settling back down.

"Generous." You returned to her hair, grasping it a few inches above where you brushed.

"You can be quite coarse, in spite of how topknot discusses you." She spoke after a moment spent in silence.

Her words made you pause, fingers still holding a strand of faint pink. "He discusses me, does he?"

"Indeed, he does. Usually when he intends to lecture me about how your mortal fragility cannot withstand my boldness and strength."

"Ah." A smile crept onto your face. So he told the kids to be nice to you when they were with him. It was sweet, in his specific way. "Sounds tedious to deal with."

"Unimaginably so." She gave something like a nod while fidgeting in her seat. "He gawks as well, when your attention remains elsewhere."

"He gawks?" Your brows raised while your fingers ran through a newly detangled strand of her hair.

"Indeed he does. Like a canine pup. 'Tis sickening." She turned and looked over you briefly. "Now make haste, I grow bored of your dragging this out."

"When you say he stares like a puppy-" you brushed through the length of her hair, watching the smooth glide.

"He is lovesick." She stated, clearly overwhelmed with distaste. "And he says he shall declare it."

"Oh." A funny feeling bloomed in your chest, something ridiculously light - butterflies. You thought him mostly indifferent. A work acquaintance you got along with well, who saw you as a friend and nothing more. But if he were going so far as to talk about it with his trainees...

"You're finished, yes?" She grunted, making you nod.

"All done." You passed her a hand mirror, which she snatched.

"It's suitable. All shall look upon. My composure and know fear." She made faces at herself in the mirror."

"You're welcome, Power." You spoke quietly as your mind stirred.

"Indeed." She grinned. "You shall confront topknot then, yes? Demand he state his feelings?"

"I think I'll let him say it. No need to rush." You snickered at her eagerness.

She let out a loud groan of annoyance and rolled her eyes. "You foolish mortals drag out everything."

[wayfinderwaymaker]

JJK Ladies : Supporting you through a chronic illness flare-up

It should've been just another morning, but the almost blissful period of near-normalcy you've been coasting through came to a sudden halt. It started in the morning, with a headache, nausea, and aches all over. And for the rest of the day you could do little more than draw the blankets around yourself and rest, trying to ignore how awful you felt.

○ Shoko Ieiri ○

Given that she's a trained medical professional, she notices the signs and knows what might bring it on. So if you've overworked yourself, or there's been stress, she's already prepared to comfort you and see you through. "I'll be right here, it's alright." Her phone is turned off, work is set aside, and she brings tons of options for hydration and liquid calories, when you can't stand the thought of a heavy meal. There's not a symptom that could truly gross her out or shock, so she remains a much needed calm and capable presence. Reassures you while she brings you drinks or broth, or positions your pillows to cradle your tired body and finally allow some comfortable rest. Refrains from having her cigarettes around you, to avoid adding to your discomfort. She stays up after you fall asleep, holding your hand and wracking her mind thinking of ways to try and help you.

○ Utahime Iori ○

Utahime is better at helping you overcome mental blocks, but she tries, to her credit. She does what you ask, whether it's helping you to adjust, getting you food or your medication, or just staying at your side. If she does need to leave, it's very brief, and she'll be back with well wishes from nearly everyone you know and something to ease your pain. In the evenings she'll help you with your hair, braiding it to keep it from tangling while you relax. She reads something in bed, narrating softly to fill the silence until your eyes shut, and your breathing reaches a familiar rhythm. As you rest, she keeps close, her own sleep interrupted by worries. The following day she wakes you up with food, morning medication, and has some kind of a routine planned out for you, something to lift your spirits. "We can sit outside for a bit, the weather is beautiful."

○ Yuki Tsukumo ○

Yuki has little experience with it herself, but she's quick to catch onto your needs without you having to specify or ask much at all. She holds your chin to brush your teeth, washes your hair in the sink, conditions and dries it too. For meals, she gets whatever you want, even if it means cutting up an slice of pizza into tiny, easy to chew bites and staying at the table for the whole time to keep you from feeling rushed. She likes to give you things to look forward to when you return to feeling like yourself, a concert, a day trip, a special date - something to keep your mind off the pain you're stuck with. As your medication and the rest begin to ease your symptoms, she's the first to point out your progress, with a proud but not patronizing tone. "You're doing great, baby." But she's not pushy, either, and waits to insist on am adventure until you feel ready.

○ Kirara Hoshi ○

At the first sign of a flare-up, Kirara is off to the store and, you're awoken later by her dumping out a full bag of medicine, ice packs, a hot water bottle and various snacks and sweets you enjoy. "The pharmacist said you could try this with your meds." She returns with a cool glass of water and tablets she purchased for you, prompting you to drink. When you've had water, meds, and a cup of soup, she puts on your favorite show to watch together, sliding under the covers with you. She lends you hair clips to keep the unruly pieces from your face while you watch, insisting they suit you. When your day winds down, she brings you the final medications and a hot water bottle to soothe any aches. You catch her looking at medical journals on your condition when she thinks you're asleep.

[wayfinderwaymaker]

JJK Men if : your cat hated them, pt.2

○ Choso Kamo ○

Choso likes cats well enough, and he's given pets and affection to several without issue, and doesn't imagine that the little furball you talk so much about could possibly have a mean bone in his body. But when he does come over and see that cat he's heard so much about, he sinks his teeth into Choso's palm just as soon as he leaned down. You 'tsk', escorting the cat away, while he holds his hand, in shock. But it happens again, when your small companion strides back out and bats at Choso for sitting in his preferred seat, inflicting more pain upon him for the crime of existing in the same home. He hears an angry meow directed at him when he tries to get a cup of water, and returns to find his seat taken. "Maybe I upset him?" He sits in a chair, giving wary glances to the cat.

○ Toji Fushiguro ○

He's not too much of a cat person, but is convinced that someone like yourself could only train up a very well behaved pet. So when you suggest seeing how your cat does in his apartment, he allows it. He wishes that he did not. She's not poorly behaved in the sense that some people might think, she uses her litter box, doesn't scratch his furniture, and has left a remarkably small amount of hair around the place. But she's straight from hell, he's convinced. Nearly took his eye out on the first day after jumping at him. He is her single target for hatred, in spite of all his peace offerings in the form of wet food, treats, and toys. "What would she do that for?" You frowned when you spotted the scratches. "Because she's trying to murder me, that's it."

○ Hiromi Higuruma ○

He reaches down to pet your cat when he first sees him staring up. He looks friendly, of course, with bright eyes and a fluffy coat. But he swears that he nearly lost a finger from the instant, vicious clawed attack the feline responds with. He has to run and get bandaids on his way home so he isn't in court wearing the brightly colored ones you offered. It happens twice more before he finally, very politely requests that the door be shut so the cat cannot inflicted further injury. Even so, when you do forget to usher the little one away during Hiromi's visits, he gets nipped or swiped around his ankles before you scoop up a suddenly angelic feline creature and carry him away from your boyfriend. "He's very... picky, isn't he?"

○ Naoya Zenin ○

His marriage is completely perfect, save for one small thing. The cat. She hisses and scratches at him, and only him. Everyone else gets ignored, and you get the sweeter, affectionate side that makes you fawn over her. If you did not love her so dearly he would banish the hellish thing from the house entirely, but he's convinced that if he did, you leave him immediately. So he winds up with scratches that fade to tiny little scars all over his arms, ankles- really anywhere. She got his neck one night while burying herself with curling up in bed with you. Because apparently it was no longer his bed. Or his room or his house or woman. All belonged to the cat. "Bastard." He mutters in her vague direction when you aren't around to baby her.

Part 1 here

[wayfinderwaymaker]

JJK Men if: your cat hated them

○ Satoru Gojo ○

Satoru had listened to you gush for weeks over your cat, had seen countless pictures by text or from when you'd show him during dates because 'he's such a little angel'. And to be fair, the cat looked adorable. He even bought a little mouse toy for your 'baby' the first time he visited your home, so imagine his surprise when he was greeted not by purring and headbutting, but with a hissing feline arching his back and staring in distrust. It didn't change when he switched to his blindfold to cover his eyes, or again when he looked away. You both sat on the couch to watch a movie, and the second his arm draped around your shoulders, the little kitty jumped to your lap and began hissing and clawing at him, putting distance between you two. "I've no idea what's gotten into him." You remarked as you lifted the cat into your arms, and he glared at Satoru, "Your baby is a brat, you know."

○ Suguru Geto ○

Suguru is a cat person, and enthusiastic when you suggest spending the day at your place. He's heard and seen all about your furry friend, but though he's used to carefully approaching reserved little animals he still gets a claw to the hand when he tries petting her. He tries speaking softly, looking away, giving her distance, but it's all in vain. He still gets nipped at, scratched, and hissed at. Even when he isn't touching you or the cat. She won't even take treats from him, so he reluctantly sits off in an armchair or across the table from where the cat is purring on your lap or feet, band-aids on his hands from the war wounds she inflicted. When she finally leaves, he sighs in relief that the feline mama's girl has left at last. "Maybe we ought to give her some space, next time."

○ Kento Nanami ○

Nanami isn't much for animals, but he's never had trouble getting a cat or dog to warm up to him, with much effort. In fact, your cat seemed very much like he'd be the same, simply watching from the side as you welcomed Kento in and showed him to your couch. The sweet facade ended the moment you stepped out to fetch drinks, though, and he soon found himself scratched up his arm. You looked on in disbelief when you returned. "He scratched you?" You looked down with confusion on your face. And of course, under your gentle hand, the perpetrator accepted gentle scratches and lifted his head for pets. But when you were off to the restroom he stretched and made for Nanami again, who ended up knocking on the door in search of a bandage. "I don't believe he and I get along."

○ Ryomen Sukuna ○

Sukuna doesn't oppose when you move your cat into his home, after hearing so much of her docile, sweet behavior. What he doesn't expect is a little demon from hell that hooks her claws into his flesh when he leans in to kiss you. "What was that for?" You chastised as you moved her away. He glares unimpressed, the feline glares back, her eyes looking the same. And he soon comes to expect it, especially when he approaches you. When you aren't around she stares at him from corners with shocking menace for a thing weighing barely ten pounds. "Consider yourself lucky that she loves you, beast. Otherwise I'd have you catching cellar mice." He mutters in the direction of her displeased eyes.

[sp1ritb0x]

Shoko’s fans

[wayfinderwaymaker]

Let them cook? JJK cast and their cooking abilities

○ Satoru Gojo ○

It's not necessarily a matter of whether or not Satoru can cook, it's about whether or not he should. He's good at learning pretty much everything, but prioritizes a lot over learning to prepare food. He can make simple things well enough. Do not ask him to thicken a sauce or make a roast

○ Suguru Geto ○

Suguru can cook fairly well. Most likely he learned at home, and kept it up throughout his life. Cooks for his girls often and has a solid repertoire of simple meals that he's mastered. Nothing that's elaborate, though

○ Kento Nanami ○

He's not terrible at cooking, but he doesn't do it very often because he's almost always working. He makes simple meals, preps a few work lunches ahead of time, and can manage a pretty solid omelet or pasta dish. Defaults to a rice cooker a lot. Makes a decent amount of healthy food

○ Ryomen Sukuna ○

Yes, he can cook. The majority of his skills lie in preparing meat, and he can butcher and prepare anything from various red meats to poultry and fish. He wouldn't eat a plate of slop but I think he'd care most about preparing the meat and less about sides

○ Toji Fushiguro ○

Toji can cook. Sort of. He's no world class chef or anything, but he can get by without setting anything on fire. Mostly basic foods. A 'rice with soy sauce and egg on top' warrior. Adds a few extra toppings to instant noodles

○ Choso Kamo ○

Choso absolutely can cook but doesn't really make decadent foods. Meals heavier on the veggies with a some kind of sauce are his go to. He eats basic foods if he's cooking for himself, and puts in more effort when cooking for others

○ Hiromi Higuruma ○

His best accomplishment was making Miso soup from scratch. But he really doesn't cook food often, and chooses to buy things or go out for food. He can follow a recipe well enough, though it might fall short aesthetic-wise

○ Naoya Zenin ○

Cooking is menial and beneath him. So simplistic a toddler could do it. So he wouldn't even try because it would be too easy. Definitely. He's just eating the maid's food because he deserves to be cooked for. He definitely hasn't burnt food to a charred state or anything

○ Shoko Ieiri ○

Shoko can boil noodles and follow the direction for using a rice cooker or a microwave. She's a busy lady and prefers to expend energy on other things, so she consumes the easiest possible foods to prepare or treats herself to food out

○ Utahime Iori ○

She can cook well, and might even go as far as to make foods for people she actually likes. Is eating a normal amount of food and has a well-balanced diet, save for her alcohol consumption

○ Yuki Tsukumo ○

Yuki can cook, and does so occasionally, but she has no great passion for it. So she's not making complicated dishes that take hours to prepare or living to experiment with new recipes.

○ Kirara Hoshi ○

When she does cook, she's normally trying things she found on recipe blogs or social media pages. But she isn't in the habit of making three square meals a day and doesn't really wish to

○ Kenjaku ○

Can. Does not. Gets it somewhere instead.

○ Uraume ○

This is just a fact. Uraume is amazing at cooking. They keep their knives razor sharp and can cut up anything in mere minutes and have it ready to be sautéed, roasted, simmered or fried to perfection. Life-changing cooking

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Put ur shirt back on man