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"you're the most important person in your life so be yourself; be beautiful." for maki
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maki crosses her arms. she's not sure where yuuta's getting all this lame inspirational advice from, but it's starting to tick her off. is he suggesting that she doesn't already know she's beautiful? maki doesn't really care about that anyway. being pretty or not isn't going to help her fight curses. having low self-esteem or value has never been an issue for her. what she will argue, however, is that she's the most important person in her life. she values herself, yes, but she wouldn't be herself without those closest to her.
"... did you read some sort of self-help book? that where you're getting all this shit from?"
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"i know love is real because i exist and i'm full of it."
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maki isn't quite sure why yuuta opts to tell her this and what brought it on. she almost wants to laugh, just because yuuta sounds like so much of a dweeb saying it, but his earnest expression makes her reconsider that. she's been the far more cynical type, not really knowing love aside from the bond she had with mai for most of her life. her time at jujutsu high has helped her a lot, and she's grown to make friends she loves, too. she gets it, even if the delivery is a little corny.
"i guess you're right. that sounds corny but yeah."
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"hey maki, you know how gojo-sensei said i needed to come up with a name for my domain? i think i came up with something i'd like to use. what do you think about 'genuine mutual love' or 'true love'?"
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maki's mouth closes tight, averting her gaze as she tries hard not to burst out laughing at yuuta's question. it's not that there's anything wrong with what yuuta's come up with. it's just... kind of corny.
❝ sounds great, yuuta. i think your enemies will be really intimidated hearing you shout that. ❞
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no, he totally wasn't laying in bed at 11:55PM with a happy birthday message pre-written as he debated actually sending it off at midnight.
would a heart be too much? would she mind that? they were good friends, close friends, best friends even. it should be fine, right? there was no underlying meaning, right? his eyes bore into the emoji, the heart reading him for filth, leading him to decide that no, a heart may not be the best move.
it's in his haste to erase the heart at 11:59PM, he accidentally presses the send button instead of the backspace.
[11:59PM to maki]: happy birthday ! ♥ (ˆ⌣ˆԅ) i hope your day is incredible ! see you tomorrow !
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maki is half asleep when she feels her phone vibrate by her hand. almost sunken into the throes of slumber, she goes against her better judgement to check what the message is, thinking it must be something important for someone to message her at damn near midnight.
bleary eyes take in the bright screen of her phone and she clocks that it's a message from yuuta. she lazily punches in her pin to read the message, and smiles lazily, fighting droopy lids, as she reads the message. he was a little premature in wishing her a happy birthday, but maki thinks that's part of what makes yuuta so endearing.
( she's suddenly incredibly thankful that no one has the cursed technique to read minds. )
she starts to think of a response, typing a bit, but shen can no longer fight the heaviness of her eyelids. she closes her eyes with the intention to just let them rest a bit as she tries to think, and doesn't open them again until her alarm is blaring in the morning. with the hustle and bustle of getting ready, maki forgets, thus leaving yuuta on read.
#꒰ answered. ꒱#2xcursekissed#꒰ ch ﹕zenin maki. ꒱#꒰ ic. ꒱#// IM CRYING LMFAO THIS IS SOOO MEAN BUT DDKJSAJK
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" Maki-senpai, Happy Birthday. " Megumi handed her a card; inside was a basic, happy birthday card with a $100 gift card to an eyeglasses store.
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❝ oh wow, thanks megumi, ❞ maki says, a slight smile on her lips as she eagerly accepts megumi's gift. knowing that he's basically gojo's unofficial son, maki maintains high hopes that it'll be something great. the guy's loaded and probably gives him tons of money, right? she blinks, excited when she sees the 100... until she realizes it's for a glasses store.
❝ this is... really thoughtful. do i really break my glasses that much, though? damn... oh well, thanks. this'll get put to use soon. ❞
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no, maki didn’t ask—she doesn’t need to. yuuta approaches her with a perfectly peeled orange, not even the white stringy bits hanging on the side. “here, i thought you might want a snack.”
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❝ huh? ❞ maki blinks a few times and takes the fruit, her lips turned into a small frown. she appreciates the gesture, but...
❝ yuuta, i'm allergic to oranges. ❞
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“When I don’t have an Instagram story up that is me moving in silence.” for maki
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❝ uh huh... ❞ maki says, her expression skeptical. honestly, she's not big on social media herself. she doesn't see the need to even act like that about it.
❝ are assassins after you or something? i can handle that. ❞
#꒰ answered. ꒱#strawdxll#꒰ ch ﹕zenin maki. ꒱#꒰ ic. ꒱#// she's gonna live out her bad bitch action movie dreams
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@2xcursekissed asked: a late evening mission leaves yuuta restlessly tossing and turning at night, the adrenaline still pumping through him as he attempts to sleep. he'd arrived at the dorms later than anticipated, and he'd hoped he would be able to knock out the minute he hit the pillow, but his hopes were crushed by reality. after what feels like an eternity rotating in his bed, flipping his pillow, watching porn, checking his phone—all that good stuff—he has had enough.
with a sigh, he decides it's time to maybe wash up again and change his scenery since his bed is not doing its job. after a quick trip to the restroom, he makes his way to the communal living space, and he's surprised to find a familiar face already sitting there, eyes glued to whatever object is in her hand.
yuuta clears his throat before speaking up to make his presence known. "hey," he says, his volume lower than usual due to the hour. "you're up late." it's an obvious statement, but he uses it to gauge his friend's mood.
deeming it safe to approach, he sinks into the sofa next to her. "i couldn't sleep either," he admits, leaning his head back to look up at the ceiling. minutes pass as he and maki stay in place there, few words shared between them as they simply sit in each other's company.
he then catches a white fuzzy object in his peripheral. he lazily turns his head, his gaze meeting the black, beady eyes of his classmate panda. "don't worry. i got you," his furry friend mouths. the devious glint in panda's eyes keeps yuuta on high alert, unsure of what to expect from the other male. his guard drops, however, when the other student disappears into the hallway. he relaxes once again into the couch beside maki, shutting his eyes.
it's only when the muffled sound of a familiar, sensual tune plays, slowly getting louder, that the atmosphere in the room changes and yuuta wishes nothing more than to die. he knows he is already on thin ice since his last attempt to flirt backfired, his 'hey' nearly causing a fight. he can't stop the heat from rising onto his cheeks when the words begin, easing into the singer's 'let's get it on' chorus.
he shoots up, tense as he turns to his friend at a comically fast speed. "it's not me, i swear," he raises his hands in surrender, hoping she knows he really is not the cause of the sudden music playing. ((for maki obvs lol))
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maki is normally pretty good about ensuring she get's a full night's rest. sleeping well is an essential part of being awake enough to even take on curses, especially for someone like herself that has to rely solely on her senses, so she needs to stay on her toes. unfortunately, knowing this doesn't spare her from the occasional night of restlessness. plagued by insomnia, maki ditches her room to head on over to the communal area. there's better reception there, so she figures she might as well. maybe scrolling through videos on her phone for a while will help make her sleepy.
she's only been at it for around 10 minutes when she hears a familiar gait trekking down the hallway and into the living space. she hates to admit it, but a feature of her sharpened senses is knowing how other's footsteps sound. she normally tries not to pay them much mind as it can be a nuisance, but she's memorized his like the back of her hand. with that considered, she's not shocked when yuuta steps into the room and makes his cheesy comment about her still being up. when they first met, maki would've hit him with a 'no shit' and an upturn of her nose. they're — dare she say it — best friends now, and it's actually kind of nice to see him join her.
yuuta settles beside her, speaking a bit and her responding little as well. she leans against him, just a little, as she continues to scroll through the stupid videos and watches them with him. she can actually feel herself start dozing off a little, head leaning against yuuta's shoulder. her phone might soon slip from her hand, but yuuta made a surprisingly great cushion. it was nice, talking and laughing with him when it was just the two of them. all of their problems seemed so far away — they weren't child soldiers, but just regular teenagers watching stupid tiktoks together late at night. she wouldn't trade her life for anything but she can't help but wonder, sometimes...
all too soon, maki's roused from her partial-sleep by yuuta's sudden movement. she's dazed, only barely catching what he says as she tries to piece that and his frantic expression together. it's not him? what's not him? it's quiet then agian, only not really, because she's finally alert enough to notice the steadily increasing volume of music playing. it's a little muffled, but unmistakable. she listens out for the words and instantly feels heat rise to her cheeks. she's suddenly thankful that the lighting in the room is almost non-existent.
❝ what the hell...?! then who? we're not overhearing... that idiot didn't bring someone here, did he? ❞ maki shoots up off the couch and narrows her eyes, half ready to file a complaint to yaga about their idiotic, unprofessional sensei when she realizes the music isn't coming from the direction of the hall leading to the staff rooms, but from the 2nd years. if it's not yuuta, then...
❝ no, that's not it... hm. toge or panda, right? who am i beating the shit out of? ❞
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"hey maki, i made this playlist for you... please listen to it preferably alone."
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❝ ... are you trying to tell me something with this, yuuta? you better not be making stupid jokes again... ❞
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@kimuromou asked: i promised you i'd never leave you. [ @ yuuji from choso ]
for a fleeting moment, confusion makes its way onto yuuji's features as choso's words slowly process. each day had been a tumultuous burst of adrenaline that seemed to last from that fateful night back in october. it's been weeks now, and finally, there's a brief moment of reprieve as everyone prepares for that looming day in december. the pain of everything that happened, all so fast, lingers at the back of yuuji's mind — placed on the backburner to prevent himself from breaking down. admittedly, he'd lost so much that he started to lose sight of what he still had.
❝ i... i really appreciate it, choso. we had a rocky start, but you're not so bad at all, ❞ yuuji offers him a slight smile, a bit hesitant still to consider choso as his brother just because it's so... out there. all he really has is his word, and he knows choso's a great ally and all that, but it's still so weird for yuuji to wrap his head around. he honestly doesn't really understand it all that much. something about brains and body-swapping...? he's starting to think that maybe he should adjust his perspective a little, though.
'i kind of always wanted an older brother,' he thinks.
❝ you better keep your word! when all this is done, i'm gonna make you marathon the greatest film series of all time with me. after that, i'll say it. you know. that, ❞ yuuji says, referring to how choso's been asking him to call him his brother for once.
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nobara's defensive response almost has maki shifting the topic toward her, but when the other girl says something about whatever nonsense panda's been spewing, she decides to card that little knowledge nugget away for later because...? yeah.
❝ panda said WHAT?!? why he... ugh! no, it's nothing like that! we're just best friends, like you are with megumi and itadori. i need you to tell me how i can change whatever stupid stuff's been getting in my head. ❞
nobara nods at maki's question, taken aback by the older girl's evident exasperation. she has been talking in some strange, vague code—how was nobara supposed to interpret that? before nobara can dwell on that, her attention focuses on maki's explanation on why it definitely isn't itadori. she's not sure why, but she feels inclined to defend her friend. "he's growing," nobara responds under her breath, her lips forming a crease. she never usually got frustrated with maki, but this entire conversation has been less than straightforward.
"huh? how was i supposed to guess that? i've never met him!" this time it is nobara's turn to huff. "is this something worth knocking sense into you about? i thought panda said you two were soft with each other."
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maki's arms are crossed, foot-tapping impatiently as she hears her friend out. she's still pissed off, considering lord knows when yuuta knew about this trip and failed to tell them all. it was clear it was for a while, and that made her even more livid, but the sincerity in his tone gives maki pause. is she still pissed the hell off? absolutely. but she's hearing him out and she understands, kind of. there's no use crying over spilled milk, anyway.
❝ is that even safe? who's to say the curse user won't betray you? god, that idiot... ❞ maki rolls her eyes, but she realizes quickly that fretting over someone like yuuta is a little silly. he's one of the strongest sorcerers alive, so even if that curse user from the night parade wanted to attack him, she knows yuuta can pack him up with ease. she's quiet for a couple moments, considering her words. she's still upset with him for not saying anything, but he's already apologized and shared his regrets. not much more she can get out of that other than pissing herself off.
❝ will we be able to call you and stuff like that? i'm pretty sure inumaki might die if he doesn't send you some stupid memes. panda's gonna be super dramatic too. he'll cry if he doesn't voice call with you, ❞ she explains, noticeably excluding herself in that. inserting inumaki and panda is just a cover, however. maki really wants to know if yuuta will keep in touch with her... and the others by extension. she hates to admit it, but he's kind of her best friend. it's funny to even think she has one.
yuuta trails behind maki, stopping an arm's length away, finally looking up at her. under normal circumstances, the thought of maki entering his room would excite him. it was straight out of a dream come true. yet now, it's not the time for his delusions. she's livid and his actions are the cause. he wants to let her vent out her frustrations since yeah, he did drop the ball on telling his friends, but he can't hold his tongue at her doubt about him and his feelings for his friends. sure, it was late, but he truly intended to tell them about his long mission.
the teen reaches his hand out, hovering it over her shoulder before stiffly dropping it at his side, suddenly remembering the disaster it caused last time. he wanted to reassure her that he was genuine, but he'd just have to let his words convey that. "maki," he starts, "i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner. you were the first one i wanted to tell. i pushed off telling you because i wasn't sure how long i'd be gone. could be a few weeks, could be months."
"it just never seemed like the right timing to tell you because there are still details i don't even know and i didn't want to worry you. i'm accompanying one of the curse users that gojo-sensei fought during the night parade."
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maki exhales a hefty sigh. how on earth was she supposed to know what others thought when they saw yuuta? she's not the type to care about other people's opinions, so she doesn't see why he should either. she struggles to even place herself in that perspective. does yuuta mean like... the average girl their age?
❝ it's a stupid question. that totally depends on someone's taste. i guess if someone's into lanky, emo-looking guys, then they'd think you're a 10/10. if they like buff guys like todo or itadori they'd probably think you're a 4/10, ❞ maki says, completely honest with her answer. she has to wonder if she's putting way too much thought into this in the first place. is she taking it too serious?
❝ are you looking for what a certain demographic thinks? because even people that are considered 'objectively attractive' really aren't. do you want to know if you're the conventional, movie star or boy band handsome type? ❞ yeah, she's taking this way too seriously.
after his own question finally comes out, yuuta has enough self-awareness to cringe at himself. wow, did he sound desperate. yuuta can't even be upset by maki's bewilderment, but he still feels embarrassment as it begins to creep up his neck.
"yeah. i'm curious about how others see me," he replies, hoping to ease any potential suspicion of what the actual deal was—why it mattered what she thought of him. "if you don't want to answer you don't have to. i know it's kind of weird."
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maki groans, frustrated. geeze, nobara sure could be slow on the uptake sometimes, couldn't she? all the more frustrating was the fact that maki would rather do just about anything rather than discuss feelings and boys and all that shit. she should be training or doing something useful, dammit. she had to clear the air, though.
❝ do you think i'm talking about itadori?! ❞ maki almost wants to laugh in her frustration here. she barely even knows the guy at this point, what with him barely being back for a couple weeks. she does consider itadori for a second, though, even if her heart (she hates putting it like this) rests elsewhere.
❝ i mean, he's alright. he'd be kinda hot if he was a little more, y'know, ❞ maki hovers her hand above her head then by a few inches, implying she meant if he was taller. maybe if his head wasn't hollow when knocked on, either. ❝ but no, not him! i'm talking about okkotsu, nobara! ❞
geez, nobara knew kamo wasn't exactly the hottest guy around but she feels bad for him after maki's reaction. not someone at their school? if not kamo, then who? nobara was starting to lose maki until she admitted the guy in question is actually someone from their school. for some reason, this revelation makes her shift in her place.
"oh," she says, unable to hide the sudden awkwardness of the situation. "i didn't know you were into younger guys. you are his type, though. you're tall."
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maki stood there, flabbergasted, at the words that came out of nobara's mouth. kamo? seriously? was she fucking for real? no offense to him, he was okay, but not maki's type in the slightest. honestly, she was kind of offended that nobara instantly thought of him. how the hell did she even draw such a conclusion? she kind of didn't want to know. she hated it.
❝ are you for real? ❞ she deadpans. again, she's full of regret and thinking of how she really should've just left it at her being gassy. now she can't back out of it, and she has to come clean or else nobara will think she has a thing for fucking kamo of all people.
❝ no way in hell would i ever give that guy the time of day. the guy i was talking about... goes to our school. and no, it's not inumaki. ❞
oh. nobara thinks maki does have a fair point—nowhere in her previous statements did she specify it is a guy at tokyo jujutsu high. if it wasn't anyone from their school that meant it had to be a guy from kyoto, right? between the 3 guys they met, she automatically rules out mechamaru because he's a robot. between todo and kamo, nobara chooses to believe maki probably doesn't like todo since he was obsessed with idols and nobara supposes maki would like the more sane of the 2.
"kamo, right?" she asks, smiling at the other girl. it made sense since they both belonged to big clans. from what fushiguro had told her, he seemed pretty annoying with his trauma dumping, but perhaps that was something him and maki could bond over. "don't worry, maki. your secret is safe with me."
#strawdxll#꒰ ch ﹕zenin maki. ꒱#꒰ ic. ꒱#// the way i laughed reading this coupled with that icon u used#LMFAOOOO
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now that he's gotten a proper look at the kid, there's a familiarity that he can't quite shake. he rubs at his eyes, brows furrowing as he stares even harder and — what the hell, this kid has the same eye color as him. he looks a lot like toji himself, honestly. sure the kid's missing a hefty amount of muscle, but its kind of undeniable. there's a softness in his eyes that reminds him of her, too, and that just about seals it for him.
❝ are you... megumi? ❞ he asks, tentative and uncertain. he's still holding onto what's left of playful cloud, but there's no point. even if the kid is hostile, he's still no match for toji. he's convinced of who he is, though, so asking feels pointless. it's awkward, too. why couldn't he have stayed dead...?
@muryonokansei asked: "do i... know you from somewhere?" toji squints really hard at megumi.
THE YOUNG sorcerer froze in place when he was
addressed. Did he know him from somewhere?
MEGUMI was sure he'd remember this bulk of a guy
who tried to kill him moments earlier. He shook his
head no. He couldn't find a connection anywhere and
if it was from his earlier life, then most of it was a blur.
But there was something nagging him on the back of
his mind. He felt familiar. His response was a wary
one.
" No. I don't think so. "
ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴀsᴋs ;; ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ
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