“hm hello? do you need help?” yuuji approached the lady walking the hallways so slowly she seemed lost.
“huh?” you turned and he smiled, thinking how gorgeous you looked. your uniform was a lot like nobara’s, although it was lighter, like it was slightly bleached or just worn a lot, “no, i… i go here.”
“oh are you gojo-sensei’s student too?” he was excited to meet another student, it was such a big school for just a few people.
“gojo… sensei” you repeated confused.
“oh you must be utahime-sensei’s student then? from kyoto?” he tilted his head, like a puppy.
“utahime…” you whispered, “is geto here?” you asked with a certain urgency in your voice, “geto suguru.”
“who? geto?” he scratched his head, trying to remember if he heard about a sensei called geto suguru, “i don’t think i—“
“itadori!” megumi called from outside, yuuji saw him die below through the open windows of the second floor he was at, his classmate probably saw him as well.
“ah fushiguro!” he greeted his friend and turned back to you, “i’ll ask megumi, he’s been here for longer than me.”
“who you talking to?!” megumi shouted.
“her!” he pointed, you were in front of him, right by the opened window too, he couldn’t see you?
megumi even moved a bit, “itadori, there’s no one there. stop playing, we got to leave!” megumi scolded him before entering the building.
“eh?” yuuji was frowning.
“sorry, i think i’m in the wrong place” you bowed and turned away running.
“wait!” he ran after you, turning corners he thought you could’ve gone but after a few ones he reached a dead end.
“hm? yuuji?” gojo emerged from a classroom.
“gojo-sensei! there was… someone…” he looked around.
“oi, we’re waiting for you, let’s go” megumi came from where he was, grabbing yuuji by the hood of his uniform and dragging him away.
gojo watched through a window as they walked down the staircase until both boys walked out of the building.
“that was weird” you murmured from inside the classroom he was in, “that boy called you sensei” you put more rice into your hungry mouth, “does yaga know you’re pretending to be a teacher here?”
satoru closed the door, lighting another incense on the table that you used to sit. where every year on the anniversary of your death he built a shrine with food you liked.
“i thought haibara was in a mission but i saw him by the tree” you pointed behind you with your chopsticks, where, outside the classroom and behind the building remained the tree you always had lunch underneath during hot summer days.
he undid the blindfold, letting his hair fall as he sat in front of you, admiring how you never aged a day. after all, you couldn’t.
in fact, it seemed like you didn’t realize how much time has passed. every year you appeared and every year you thought it was still 2006, when you had two kouhais that did everything you asked, a girl best friend that insisted you smoked with her and two boys that were helplessly in love with you. the last year you were alive.
“is suguru not coming?” you asked with your mouth full.
gojo swallowed hard, “no, angel. it’s just us.”
4K notes
·
View notes
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Andor (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Perrin Fertha/Tay Kolma/Mon Mothma
Characters: Tay Kolma, Mon Mothma, Perrin Fertha
Additional Tags: Not Canon Compliant, there is no WAY this could happen, Light Angst, Loneliness, Nostalgia, bad choices, Seduction, Light Manipulation, history is a stain you can't wash out, and they have all known each other for a very long time, i wrote this for me but you can read it if you want
Summary:
I need you, Mon doesn’t say.
I see you, Perrin doesn’t say.
Think, Tay tells himself, sitting cold and alone in the throbbing, desolate Coruscant night, think, then think again.
6 notes
·
View notes
brushed pink with false fire
Utahime’s parents don’t smoke; they turn up their noses in disgust, ushering her away from the grey clouds poisoning the air, lest she be subject to the stench for a moment longer than what is inevitable.
They’ll ruin your voice, her mother says, and you have such a beautiful voice.
Utahime always nods, lips pressed tight, wondering if that which is forbidden is always so alluring.
(She wonders if real cigarettes could ever taste as sweet as the chalky candy replicas.)
a study on utahime & cigarettes, told in three parts
after Candy Cigarettes by Anne Panning
2.4k words || utahime-centric + shokohime
41 notes
·
View notes