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Pairing: Hajime Kashimo x fem!sorcerer!reader Word count: 5.8k Tags/warnings: no y/n; unhinged reader; manga spoilers (Culling Games + Perfect Preparation arcs); fight description; canon-typical violence; there will be eventual smut in the later parts fyi Summary: There's murder in the air – with the Culling Games underway, a simple task of finding an angel turns to a fight for life when you meet a certain, static and 400 years old sorcerer with cyan hair and wicked intentions.

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There's murder in the air – an unsettling undertone that pollutes the atmosphere. Gentle breeze carrying the metallic fragrance of blood within its currents.

The dockside keeps quiet. Sky clear, devoid of seagull calls. Walking by colossal steel shipping containers, stacked high, the scent persists. Clings to the air like a persistent specter. Each step accompanied by the gentle lap of waves against the pilings, their rhythmic cadence a stark contrast to the horrors you've seen.A soothing lullaby in the midst of chaos.

The maze-like layout of the quayside comes to an end when your muscles strain, lifting off the ground and landing atop the steel structure.

A giant panda comes into view. Its relaxed posture, perched on hindlimbs, contrasts with its impassive countenance as it gazes your way.

"Panda," you address what some might believe to be an actual animal; innocent, cute and completely harmless. Except for this Cursed Corpse – your subordinate – is none of those things.

He fixes you with your very name; a disturbing familiarity in his eyes, then the words escape his lips.

"The smell of blood's so thick," he voices as you draw near, words cutting through the tension. "There must be about three people dismembered here–"

You hold up two fingers, the other hand nestled in your pocket.

"Two actually," you intervene, voice a measured interruption, "walked past a man with a hole the size of a soccer ball in his chest."

The memory resurfaces – the sight of the man, head drooping, neck bent at an unnatural angle. Eerie web-like burns sprawled across his bare flesh. The smell of singed skin and ozone hangs in the air, a pungent reminder. Yet, it's not just that which jolts your senses. It's the residual static of someone's cursed energy, an unsettling presence that lingers.

"But that's not what troubles me," continuing, you stand next to Panda, arms now crossed as both of you watch the lifeless skies, "something bad's here. I tried following the remnants of the cursed energy of the perpetrator but it was very faint."

"Could be an expert who can turn their cursed energy on and off at will…" Panda thinks out loud.

You let the idea sit for a second. Could it be the case? Could someone in this colony be capable of doing it? Known, registered sorcerers are absent here. The majority are newly awakened, scarcely equipped to comprehend a sophisticated notion like this. And why would they feel the need to hide their cursed energy?

No.

Dismissing your doubts, you shake your head and stride toward the edge of the shipping container.

"Don't think so. Nevertheless, we're here to find that angel girl and negotiate with her." Stepping onto the container's edge, unfazed by the high drop; balancing skillfully, you extend one leg over the edge, about to step into empty space. In a seamless motion, you touch down on the solid concrete ground below.

Panda follows suit, rolling off the shipping container with agility, landing right beside you. Then he stands, an odd combination of human-like stance and panda appearance, more akin to a person in a panda costume than an actual animal.

"Our safest bet is to leave the docks. Fast. Just play pretend, avoid any unnecessary conflicts and make it out of this colony in one piec–"

The sentence's left hanging as a sudden shift in the atmosphere catches your attention. Panda falls on all fours, frozen still.

"Ah," a deeper, resonant voice rumbles from your right, the words echoing as the familiar sensation washes over you. A sudden buzz inside your mind, an abrupt surge of awareness regarding another sorcerer's presence. Heart mirroring the rapid flutter of a startled bird's wings.

Their cursed energy, concealed and latent, manages to evoke an almost primal response within you. A sense of fight or flight.

You pivot to face the uninvited presence before you.

A cascade of hair, vivid as a robin's egg and kissed by the hues of a clear summer sky, is gathered into twin buns atop his head while tendrils of untamed locks dance freely in the breeze, resembling a stormy sea. Longer bangs frame the contours of his face, softening his visage.

He stops when his eyes – the same uncanny shade as his hair – bore into yours. Carrying what you'd guess is a Nyoi staff slung over his shoulder, he stands at a slight angle. Excludes casual confidence, a sense of poised readiness.

"Another one," he breaks the silence. You stand your ground in response to his observation.

"Not interested in a fight," you remark, hands risen in a defensive gesture. Yet you don't dare take your eyes off the sorcerer. Ready and composed.

Panda, ostensibly cautious, inches closer to you, fur bristling in sync with his unease towards the newcomer's presence. The air tightens, charged with the unspoken potential for violence.

"Kogane," he calls out to the shikigami, summoning it like a wisp from the aether; the small creature materializes, its hue the shade of a serene lake, light and amicable as it floats near his head, "is the panda a player too?"

The shikigami screeches its answer, its words setting everything in motion.

"Indeed!! A player! Yep!!"

"That's a function," your pondering voice meets a forced silence. The state of perturbed ambiance vanishing as your thoughts are cut off.

A flesh of white. Empty space occupies the spot where the sorcerer was standing less than a second ago.

You sense his presence before your eyes even settle on his countenance; his eyes, framed with short zig-zag lines reminiscent of lightning bolts underneath them, a furious cauldron of murderous excitement as they lock onto yours. They widen with a manic intensity. An undertone of madness lurking deep within their depths.

A predator's gaze fixated on its prey.

In a heart-stopping moment, time stands still. The world around you fades into a blur as a primal instinct takes over. Your body reacts; a precision born of pure reflex – muscles coiled like springs, you counter his attack with a swift and calculated movement.

His volatile energy crackles in the air. Your hands snap up. Fingers attempting to curl around his bandaged forearm. Channeling your cursed energy to your clavicles, the place where his palm lays flat against you –

But your reactions prove inadequate. You're too slow. A shocking speed and heavy push; a surge of force is sent through your body, catching you off-guard. The ground beneath you becomes a temporary adversary. Your balance disrupted as you're sent flying backward.

Back colliding with the hard, metal steel of a shipping container – you watch in horror as the sorcerer mercilessly attacks Panda. Using his staff as a weapon. With unnatural speed and agility, Panda struggles against him; his valiant resistance a testament to his determination, his form a blur of motion as he evades the sorcerer's attacks and manages a few good blows of his own.

Your body feels light. A tingling sensation surging through your veins. Electric current's rushing beneath your skin, setting your pulse racing and your focus to a razor's edge. The metallic taste of blood floods your mouth. Mingles with the adrenaline in your body. Every nerve firing in response to the raw energy pulsing through your body.

It hits you then–

"Heh, electricity," you mumble, the word slipping from your lips as you raise your palms, clenching your fists. Feeling the tingling in the tips of your fingers. The slight buzzing in your ears.

–his cursed energy has a special trait. One certainly hard to defend against.

Barely seconds have passed since your body was forced to rest against the ground. It still feels too long with Panda barely matching the man's speed and force.

Gritting your teeth, the urgency of the situation anchors you, overriding any pain or disorientation as you fight to regain your footing. A sense of pride fills you when you watch Panda use his technique, striking the sorcerer with enough force that'll easily knock him out cold. One of Panda's winning moves.

Except it doesn't.

"Nice one," the man's voice rings out. A taut smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Your teeth clench, disbelief intertwining with unease as you watch. With a predominated precision, the sorcerer maneuvers his staff, entwining it with Panda's arm in a smooth motion that catches you off guard.

Exerting a forceful pull, he forces a grimace from Panda. Right arm caught in the vice-like grip, a sickening crack underscores the moment. Followed by the nauseating sensation of Panda's arm being torn from his body. Violently. And mercilessly.

Panda stumbles. Pain and agony escaping in a cry. The sorcerer doesn't waste a second. Hurls the arm back at Panda, using the momentum to charge forward. Palm aiming flat against his chest, he sends Panda flying backward – the same way he did to you. Causing your junior to experience a similar sensation to yours.

The cyan-haired man straightens, seemingly relaxing, already content with winning the fight.

"But I'm not impressed," he taunts, words an ominous echo of the violence just unleashed, "It's too ordinary."

Feeling the concrete beneath your feet, you take deliberate steps forward. With an inkling of Panda's potential strategy, you expel the pooled blood from your mouth, spitting it onto the ground.

"...Sukuna, you know where he is?" The man's words flow, attention diverted, ignorant of your presence.

A fortunate circumstance.

"No clue," Panda responds. His reply burdened with weariness and defeat; yet his gaze remained fixed on you, a silent exchange of understanding passing between you as you position yourself, tension radiating from his weary form.

The sorcerer scoffs; a contemptuous tilt of his head, a gesture laden with superiority. "Sounds like you know something, then," he snarls, his grip on the staff constricting as his fist clenches, "Spit it out. I'll be merciful."

With the sorcerer's back turned you raise your arm. Your gaze remains fixed upon the convergence point of the two delicate lines, their path crossing at the very heart of the expanse that's the upper part of his broad back.

"I won't be," you declare; voice carrying a firm tone. A deft flick of your wrist – the current of cursed energy takes the desired shape before it's hurled toward your target. Slashing the air in front of you, aimed right at him.

His gaze veers to the side. And in a fraction of a heartbeat, he moves; executing a skillful sidestep. Body positioned to face you from the side, both hands now gripping his staff, aiming it at you; a glint of fervor ignites his eyes as they widen, locked onto the shipping container stationed behind Panda. The unforgiving force of your attack rends the shipping container apart, leaving two gaping slashes that could bisect a man.

You don't give him time to react properly.

The moment blood begins to stain his white robe crimson red from the nick on his shoulder, you lunge forward. Like a bull being waved a red flag. Feet imbued with your cursed energy, reinforced to ensure protection.

As you close the distance at a breakneck pace, you sense the distinct composition of his cursed energy. With your fingers curled around the staff, your eyes meet his, a faint grin playing at the corners of your mouth as you tug on his weapon with your full body weight. Lifting your legs off the ground, you use the staff as a fulcrum. His body feels resilient, akin to forged steel, against the soles of your shoes.

With the potency of your cursed technique coursing through your strike, the man is propelled backward, his body hurtling through the air. The Nyoi staff clings to the concrete. Left untouched upon the impact.

Flying through a shipping container, he quickly finds his footing. Stance shifting in response to your aerial maneuver. Legs splayed to establish a firm foundation, you focus your intent on targeting his jaw. Fists charged with cursed energy, you hit once; knowing how troublesome the push-and-pull effect of your technique feels once your flesh makes contact–

"Not bad," he manages to spit out, the corner of his lip stained red. A smile tugs at the corner of his lip as you sprint toward him.

The surroundings blur into a muddled backdrop, irrelevant in your unwavering concentration. The sorcerer becomes the sole axis, a focal point in a world that seems to slow to a crawl, even though only a fraction of a second has passed.

The tip of your foot touches his; a mere whisper of contact between two opposing forces.

"Not bad at all."

–he counterattacks. Hand darts forward. Grabs your wrist. With an economy of motion, he employs your own momentum against you. His grip becomes a pivot, briefly throwing you off-balance, diverting your forward surge into an unexpected spiral.

Fluidity. That's how you'd characterize his movements. A seamless transition from being a passive target to an active agent.

His chest brushes against your back as his right hand remains locked around your right wrist. Single-handedly swinging your body like a marionette, you exploit the vulnerability of your position. Using his grip as leverage to move backward, simultaneously grabbing hold of his bandaged left forearm and pulling. Crashing your body into his, redirecting the movement into a collision.

With a potent surge of intention, you force the prepared rejection and attraction effect within your clenched fist, propelling it like a bolt toward the rear of your skull. Teeth gritted, you throw your head back.

Crack.

He stifles a groan, a step taken back but footing resolute. A red trail paints his nose as you swivel to confront him. Pausing briefly to charge your energy again, you grant him a moment to speak. His expression freezes as he locks eyes with you

"You," he speaks up, his voice textured with the tang of iron as his tongue grazes his lips, "Have we met before?"

With your hand still tingling, the ripples of sensation spread up your arm, an electric current tracing a pattern beneath your skin. Your head sways subtly, dispelling the notion of a previous encounter. "Unlikely. You'd be history."

A chuckle dances from his lips, a response to your retort. "What's your name then?"

You share it deliberately, each syllable a measured beat in your dance around one another. He nods, his head tilting with self-assured grace. It's then that he takes his stance – feet planted firmly, palms outstretched, a grin playing on his lips.

"The name's Hajime Kashimo."

The words hang, a telltale echo–

Hajime Kashimo.

–recognition snaps into place when you repeat his name in your mind.

The Hajime Kashimo, the sorcerer whose score reaches a hundred points; a mark that sets him apart from any other Culling game player (except for the intricate Hiromi Higuruma). Hakari's elusive target.

And here, right before you, stands the man himself.

"Hey," you call out, a new determination blossoming, your stance embracing the challenge; retreat is no longer a consideration, "if I beat you, can I get your points?"

The corners of Kashimo's lips twitch, smile fading like a wisp of smoke carried away by the wind. Expression blank, with only his brows furrowed as he responds, "Sure, but you tell me everything y'know about Sukuna," his voice lowered to a dangerous undertone, a velvet threat veiled in words, "that is–if you're still alive."

He charges then. Doesn't spare a single consideration. The air crackles with tension as his presence engulfs you. His hands make contact – not with fists or strikes – but with the calculated pressure of his open palms. You feel the weight of his touch on your skin. Pressure on your left, then on your right ribcage.

"Don't disappoint me now," breath tickles your ear, voice a tantalizing, dangerous melody. His fingers anchor firmly onto your right shoulder, an assertive grip that both commands and unsettles, while his other hand exerts a calculated force on your left shoulder guard, propelling you into a spin.

Your training surges forth, a symphony of muscle memory and instinct harmonizing within you. With the resilience born of countless battles, you swiftly adapt your stance, shifting your weight to face him.

An annoyed huff leaves your now-bruised lips. You channel your own cursed energy, a torrent of power surging through your veins.

Detain an attack when it comes,–

Knees bending, body swaying to evade the incoming fist; your left hand grips his left wrist, fingers tightening with determination, followed by your right driving into its intended mark.

–and send it away when it retreats.

Your palm meets the solid plane of his chest with a resonant thud; pushes and then pulls him back to you before sending him away again; successfully pushing back against Kashimo's pressure. It's a momentary reprieve. One that sends the sorcerer tumbling back, makes him roll on the ground, lending on one knee.

"Here I thought we were just getting started," you quip with a hint of playfulness amidst the dance of combat. Moving swiftly towards the target. As Kashimo's force ebbs, you seize the opportunity, your muscles coiling like springs.

"You're getting me–" he barely makes it back to his feet before you're at him again. With enough cursed energy imbued into your foot, utilizing the momentum of your motion, leg rising up in a calculated kick – only for Kashimo to shift; a fraction of movement that proves decisive. His arm weaves beneath the arc of your thigh, a sinuous and serpentine maneuver that seeks to entwine and subdue. As his grasp tightens, his fingers snake around your throat, lifting you from the ground, suspending you momentarily.

"–quite excited," he concludes, his voice tinged with an eerie excitement.

Once the hand is freed from contact,–

A heartbeat's pause feels like an eternity. With your legs rendered weightless and no stable ground beneath you. Despite the vulnerable position, your mind remains steadfast, honing in on Kashimo's Achilles heel. His hands are preoccupied, his grasp unwavering but his neck and face exposed.

–carry out a strike with it.

Seizing the opportunity, you make the most of the opening. Your palms press against the sharp contours of his cheeks, each hand finding its place on one side of his face. In one swift and deliberate motion, you channel the wellspring of cursed energy that resides within you into your technique. The currents of your energy converge between your palms, weaving a tapestry of arcane force that manifests as a palpable vacuum, centered precisely where his head rests.

It's an intentional manipulation. One – if done right, that is – could even lead to a cataclysmic implosion. A violent severing of life from the body. But you don't want to kill him; not yet at least. You need the points. And so, you temper your approach, exerting only the necessary amount of energy to induce a sensation of compression.

As the feeling envelops him, Kashimo's expression shifts, a flicker of realization that dances within his eyes. He instinctively withdraws. Bandaged forearms push at your body, sending you hurtling backward; a testament to his strength and strategic finesse.

"You cheeky little thing," a bead of blood traces a path from the corner of his eye. At the same time, another droplet emerges from his nose.

This time it's him who doesn't let you regain enough control as he charges at you. His approach swift and unrelenting. The tables are constantly turning – now being his time to dictate the tempo.

Another dance of offense and defense plays out as the two of you clash once again. Each move a deliberate response to the other's actions.

Chase the movement of the opponent–

As the flurry of his strikes slices through the air, you find yourself navigating the ebb and flow with a synchronicity that borders on the sublime. With a hawk-like focus, you track the trajectory of his hand, your senses attuned to his every motion.

While his hits continue to swing through both empty space and meeting your body, a fleeting opportunity presents itself. With the precision of a seasoned sorcerer, you follow the path of his hand with your own, fingers closing around his forearm as it narrowly misses your cheekbone, the other digging into the open slash wound on his shoulder.

–to continue the attack.

It earns you a hiss. A "Tsk," coming from his damaged lips.

One fluid motion; one that belies your strength. You capitalize on the momentum of his own swing, utilizing your grip to exert control. Your foot surges forward with unbridled force, the sole of your shoe connecting with the vulnerable juncture of his knee.

Kashimo's reflexes kick in as he instinctively leaps back the moment your foot makes contact with his leg. His visage bears the marks of battle, a canvas adorned with streaks of red, the vestiges of blood from the prior exchange. A mirror to his appearance, your own face likely reflects a similar narrative. Marked by the intensity of the confrontation. By his pure, physical prowess. One that, even if you use all your cursed energy, you're certain you couldn't match.

The shadows of weariness begin to cast their subtle touch on you. A weight that tempers your movements and shadows the clarity of your thoughts. Each calculated step, each strategic strike, seems to bear an additional burden now.

Still, resolute, your unwavering determination fixated on Kashimo, persevering in the face of creeping exhaustion.

Then you take off.

With a surge of action, you propel yourself into motion. Pivoting on your heel, you sprint toward the towering container crane a mere few meters behind. Kashimo's quick thinking registers in the corner of your vision—a flash of white on your right, drawing nearer.

"Running so soon?"

His taunting words reach you.

"Just limbering up," you reply. Muscles tensing, you feel his energy almost brushing against your own. So, with a leap, you vault into the air. Fingers curling around your ankle.

Time seems to slow as Kashimo's grip tightens around your ankle, his fingers like a vice attempting to anchor you to the ground. The world spins around you, the crane's towering structure becoming a blur as your body is abruptly yanked back, denied the freedom of flight.

Instinct kicks in, your mind racing to find a solution. With a swift twist of your body, you channel the energy within, your cursed power surging to your fingertips. A burst of force courses through your arm, the concentrated energy propelling your free leg forward in a powerful kick. Your heel connects with Kashimo's face, the impact forcing his grip to release.

In the split second of regained freedom, your body soars toward the container crane.

Muscles strained, you manage to grab hold of a protruding metal edge, fingers gripping with an iron determination. The harsh clang of metal meeting metal reverberates through the air as your body comes to a halt, swinging slightly from the momentum before you propel yourself higher onto the structure.

A smirk tugs at the corners of your lips. The distance between you and Kashimo now a tangible reminder of your evasion. His frustrated gaze meets yours, the tension between you electric and palpable.

"Nice try," you retort, voice laced with a mixture of weariness and defiance. There's an undeniable satisfaction in defying his grasp, in proving your prowess even amid exhaustion. Without wasting a moment longer, you hoist yourself up more, using the crane's structure to propel your body upward. Your form melds with the steel as you ascend, a maneuver to gain the vantage point.

Gotta limit his movement to the minimum.

Kashimo's expression shifts, a glint of admiration piercing through his irritation. "Impressive," he concedes, the words carrying an unexpected note of respect, "but you can't run from me."

He follows your lead. The two of you ascending the crane in a synchronized rhythm

"I told you, Kashimo–," you declare, your voice echoing between the steel beams as you reach the crane's zenith, standing face to face on the narrowest edge.

Now standing face to face on the crane's uppermost beam, the narrow back reach providing only small support. Your breath heaves, each inhalation a reminder of the intense exertion. Across from you, Kashimo's gaze remains fixed upon you, his expression deceptively relaxed.

"–that I'm only stretching."

His eyes, however, tell a different story – a depth of focus that cuts through your form. Anchoring onto you with an unwavering intensity.

A mournful melody weaves through the metal lattice, the wind's haunting whistle creating an eerie harmony with the tension in the air. The gusts playfully tousle both your hair in the process. You steady yourself into a stance, your body a testament to both resilience and purpose.

"Plus I want those points," you remark, a hint of determination coloring your words.

It's then that you charge — cursed energy flowing through your body like currents of compressed emptiness. A void. Unyielding. Relentless. And pneumatic.

With a flick of your wrist, you send it slicing through the air. A blade of nothing. A thin line etches across his chest, traversing from ribcage to his already wounded shoulder — a mark of your earlier endeavor. Nowhere to dodge now that he's standing between two metal beams.

Or so you thought.

Kashimo charges. The white of his robe tainted with scarlet. The cut isn't deep.

He must've reinforced his cursed energy.

"Tsk," you utter. A flicker of irritation crosses your features. Agitated. With waning stamina, the dwindling reservoir of cursed energy depleted by your previous usage; this could've been your last-ditch effort.

The final move.

And it failed.

It makes him smile. A sinister twist of lips that morphs into a grin. Moving fast, his expression resembles one of a predator closing in on its prey. The ruby stain on his robe seems to accentuate his aura of danger, a stark contrast to the pristine white it once was.

As your body contorts and arches backward, you skillfully evade the incoming fist aimed at your face. Your unwavering gaze remains locked onto his intense stare. With your palm pressed flat against the ground of the crane, you swiftly raise your leg, delivering a targeted strike to the meat of his thigh.

But before your maneuver can fully unfold, his hand seizes your ankle, pulling you towards him and locking your leg in place as he maneuvers over your body. Kashimo's grin widens, a predatory glint in his eyes that triggers a ripple of unease down your spine.

As his fist whizzes past your face, you seize the opportune moment to mount a counterattack. His fingers, still harshly locked around your right ankle, you push and pull against his grasp. Leg successfully moving to close over his thigh, the other hooking around his hip.

Legs now firmly encircling his waist, you use every ounce of your strength to push. Destabilize the sorcerer. Break his foundation. Disrupt his equilibrium.

The outcome? Both of you soaring through the air and down the crane. Kashimo's form aligns perfectly with the approaching solidity of the dockside concrete.

A rapid free fall, gravity's pull unrelenting.

If you're not getting the points, he's not getting his answers either.

His eyes momentarily flit to the ground below. Unspoken recognition of the shared peril that binds you both. The realization dawns in his eyes, widening them momentarily, before his gaze settles onto your face once more – unimpressed. Jaded.

"Oops," you jest under your breath, fingers finding purchase on the fabric of his torn clothes. An unhinged smile on your lips, eyebrows lifting in a mix of audacity and exhilaration. The wind sweeps through, rustling your hair with a cool caress that contrasts starkly with the warm stickiness of blood on your skin.

"It's accumulated enough."

That's the only forewarning you get. In an instant, the atmosphere shifts; an electrifying tension that dances along your skin. You sense the already familiar tingling as the static charges from the man beneath you. Kashimo's cursed energy now gaining intensity.

His open hand thrusts towards your face, a surge of energy gathering at his fingertips. Only to get countered by your own palm. Flat against each other. Forcing a focal point of energy converges and resistance to form. As the push effect comes into play just in time with waves of electricity.

The crackling intensity escalates, its tendrils reaching out with an insatiable hunger. Only to be pushed back by your own manipulation acting as a steadfast wall. It's a symphony of sensations — the tingling of your skin, the hum of power in the air, the gradual crescendo of pressure between your palms. The vortex throbs and pulses, a living embodiment of the forces you both wield.

The thing is – The conductivity of the vacuum…depending on how you look at it, it behaves in two different ways:

Firstly, when you examine the motion of charged particles with a constant velocity within a vacuum, you encounter an interesting phenomenon. Unlike in other mediums, there is no opposing force acting against these particles. Consequently, maintaining a steady current across any surface within a vacuum demands no additional effort.

However, a contrasting phenomenon manifests when we consider the existence of free charges within conductors. When an electric field, denoted as E, is imposed upon a conductor, it triggers a flow of electric current. This internal charge movement gives rise to a current density described by the equation: J = σE, where σ symbolizes the conductivity of the material. Notably, within a vacuum, σ assumes a value of 0; hence, electric fields lack the capacity to spontaneously induce current flow.

In this context, the vacuum departs from the role of a conductor. Even materials known as insulators, which typically restrict the flow of current, possess conductivity values that are low but not completely absent.

As a result, the resistance exhibited by a vacuum effectively amounts to infinity—particularly when you define resistance through the lens of how charge carriers in a substance respond. Viewed from this perspective, you could liken the vacuum to an insulator, given the absence of charge carriers that are essential for the propagation of electric current.

So in the end, your innate ability functions like an antistatic force.

It should be enough to counter his attack. Neutralizing his endeavor and ricocheting it back to him. Only if his other hand, clenched into a fist, suddenly hasn't entered your line of sight, aiming for your jaw.

The controlled push-only effect falters. Then crumbles. The void's pull reclaims all that Kashimo had imparted, drawing it back with an insatiable greed.

"Damn you." It now comes down to the last aspect of your technique.

Implosion.

The energies within your vacuum field converge, collapsing inwards with a blinding intensity. A jarring impact against the back of your head – or it might be the ending of your fall. Everything's just confusing. Everything blurs into a disorienting haze of continuous events.

The unforgiving touch of concrete grates against your scraped back. Each breath, now shallow and ragged, causes pain.

Above, the sky stretches wide and boundless. Until the sight is blocked by a mop of cerulean blue hair. Two buns somehow still in place. Same-colored eyes staring at your form. Arms folded and a countenance marred by bloodstains and scrapes. Each leg positioned on either side of your hips before one presses against the flat of your clavicles.

"You're quite durable," Kashimo retorts, pushing his weight down on you, "that should've killed you right there."

"Heh," you manage a wry chuckle, your voice strained but defiant, "guess I'm full of surprises."

He raises an eyebrow, a flicker of almost-amusement dancing in his eyes. The world around you seems to blur at the edges, the strain of the plummet combined with the failed attempt of your innate technique taking a heavy toll on your senses.

"It's been a while since I've encountered someone who can keep me on my toes this long. Now tell me," your name rolls off his tongue in a taunting lilt, "where's Sukuna?"

The distant sounds of the dockside begin to fade, replaced by an eerie emptiness. Despite your unwavering determination, a tide of dizziness threatens to engulf you, and you struggle to maintain your focus on Kashimo's face.

"On vaca–"

The weight on your chest vanishes abruptly. Kashimo's foot makes fleeting contact with your cheek before returning to its original place.

"Don't play with me. Spit it out."

"Oi," a voice calls to your right. A voice you know; Hakari's, "It's not very chivalrous to strike a lady like that."

From here, everything dissolves into darkness.

The world sways, a disorienting dance of shadows and sensations. Light pressure settles on your stomach with sounds echoing faintly in the distance. A gentle, steady rhythm envelops you as if you're being cradled in a cocoon of safety. Your limbs feel weightless, as though the ground beneath you has transformed into a soft cloud that carries your burdens away.

Your mind struggles to tether itself to the present, grappling with the fragments of consciousness that slip through your grasp. Colors blur, merging into a hazy kaleidoscope of fleeting images. The arms that encircle you exude warmth thought. One that lulls you back to sleep.

Yet you manage to summon the strength to part your heavy eyelids. Through the haze, you see a blur of black and white on top of you. Head resting upon something firm and solid – a breastplate, you realize. The rhythmic cadence that envelops you is accompanied by the subtle rise and fall of breath, a heartbeat that resonates beneath your cheek.

"Panda," you murmur, voice a tentative whisper as you attempt to comprehend whether or not you're dreaming, considering the creature on you is now a size of an actual teddy bear.

The toy-sized Panda remains seated on you but looks your way, emitting a surprised yelp at the sound of your voice, before swiftly turning his gaze forward again, "Hakari, she's awake!"

Your vision – still blurred – manages to trace a figure walking at the edge of your peripheral sight – left arm missing, shirt gone (he's shirtless, you discern), and crowned with purple hair. Hakari. But if Hakari's walking in front of you. Then…

Lifting your eyes, you suddenly lock onto a fleeting sight of vibrant cyan hair. The once-pristine white attire now soaked and marred with splotches of vivid red, creating an unsettling contrast. Your heart skips a beat as the realization dawns upon you.

It's Kashimo who bears the weight of your limp form.

"She's gonna pass out soon again," his voice carries vibrations that travel from his chest to your cheek with his gaze fixed upon you.

And he's right as your body, weary and battered, succumbs once more to the embrace of slumber.

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[riseofamoonycake]

Hi! I would like to read something about female!reader sending nudes or photos in bath suit to her s/o.

Free choice on the characters, but I don't follow ror or bsd, so if you can don't choose these fandoms.

Ok! Since you didn't specify anything, I chose some interesting babe from a fandom I accept and made some hcs eheheh... and thank you *^* I had a very pleasant time while writing it!

Reacting to you willingly sending them a nude (or a photo in bathing suit)

Featuring: some of my favorite men in JJK

Choso, Kashimo Hajime, Higuruma Hiromi x fem!reader

Choso

As soon as Choso sees the notification of your message, he doesn't think twice and opens it immediately, innocently, even smiling: so, out of the blue, this poor boy finds himself in front of a photo of your body thight in a skimpy swimsuit, which leaves very little to the imagination and yet covers what it needs to cover.

Choso stares at the screen for a split second, just long enough to realize what he is looking at, then turns completely red and has to take his eyes away to focus on something else, whatever it is, while shaking all over and starting to sweat profusely. You hit him, you knocked him out: congratulations, you killed Choso. After this experience, he will never be the same as before.

The blush accompanies him for the rest of the day, as well as what he saw: there is no possibility of making him forget the vision of your breasts wrapped in that miserable flap of fabric, of your plush thighs, of all that exposed skin and only for him… and as soon as Choso sees you again, it gets worse, because he can't even speak and you have to be the one to come closer, take his face in your hands and squeeze his cheeks, and hug his neck while you ask him if everything okay, chuckling as I notice his usual paleness softened by a nice bright red.

"Did you have to do it? What is it, a new form of punishment?", he whispers to you in a faint voice, without the courage to look at your face or touch you; and for the rest of the day he will be on another world. Poor puppy, let him breathe and recover a little; afterwards you will have a lot to talk about…

… And in any case, the photo was more than welcome.

Kashimo Hajime

"Aaaahhh, what a naughty girl…"

Without hiding an amused and excited smile at the same time, Kashimo continues to observe the photo you sent him, observing every detail of that body fully enhanced by the costume you are wearing and barely hidden by the sarong that you - stupidly - decided to put around your waist, so he carefully saves the photo, closes his cell phone and shakes his head, placing that vision in a safe corner of his mind and continuing to do what he had to do: whether he was in the midst of combat or engaged in a simple errand, the pleasure only comes in following duty, otherwise it cannot be fully exalted. Every now and then the photo comes back to him, as it should, but he manages to keep it at bay and not let it interfere with his duties; but when the god of lightning has completed all his commitments and can dedicate himself only to his beautiful partner… it is better for you to start running away.

It is really necessary for you to find a safe haven, because wherever he is, it takes Kashimo just a few minutes to reach you and appear in front of you, his eyes wide with excitement and the most perverse grin you have ever seen crossing his face. Electric shocks crackle around him, aiming in your direction like hissing snakes, almost enveloping you as his arms tighten around your back with energy.

"There she is, the little brat! What did you think you were doing by sending me that photo, hmmm? And why have you already got dressed?"

Well, I told you to escape: now, enjoy as much as possible Kashimo's hot hands that grab and squeeze you, tearing everything you are wearing to caress and pinch the flesh underneath, while his mouth it closes around the neck and bites it with the same hunger as a wolf, carving its mark on your throat, or it seeks the warmth of already dripping folds into which to insert that long and already darting tongue…

Higuruma Hiromi

Your photo arrives just at the most suitable time of the day, when there is total chaos in the law firm, and Higuruma opens the message almost by chance, as if to seek salvation and a bit of calm in your words.

And words are not at all.

The man's breathing is the only thing that changes in him, because his face remains impassive: however, his mind goes blank for an instant while the image of your naked body comes to occupy the entire screen and pushes away practices, tasks and deadlines with the force of a kiss, and he no longer hears anything or responds to anyone.

After entire minutes of silence and immobility, only a: "… Oh?" soft as a caress leaves his lips as he continues to stare at the screen and everyone believes that he is simply enchanted reading something, even if his eyes remain fixed and no one dares to come closer to check what is happening; and in the end the lawyer takes a weak sigh, closes his cell phone and goes back to his work as if nothing had happened, even if his day has completely changed.

His serious expression doesn't change even when he comes home and sees you, and initially he doesn't reply to your smile; then, just before you can say anything, he steps in front of you and stares straight into your eyes. “So, about what you sent me today…” A pause. "Show me the proof of what you say."

You laugh, already knowing where he is going with this; a matter of a few moments, before he grabs your face and gives you an intense kiss, one hand tightening around your hair to gently pull it and the other already undressing you, while he presses his chest against yours until he pushes you against the wall. You smile as you say goodbye to your clothes and underwear, because nothing can stop Hiromi until you are completely naked, just covered by that veil of light coming from the chandelier; and he can grab your hips and dig his nails into them while he lifts and holds you pressed against the wall with his own body, undressing himself just enough to allow you to caress him and him to take you in place and find relief in your soft arms.

Your excited gaze and bated breath push him to start to destroy you slowly but firmly, savoring your every moan and tremble, staring at you while you throw your head back and expose the throat to everything he wants to do to it. You richly deserved it, with your beautiful photo; just as you also deserved the long spanking session that will fall on your sweet buttocks as soon as Higuruma has tamed you well and then his gavel will find a fun use on you for the whole night…

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[shiyorux]

JUJUTSU KAISEN.

Incorrect Quotes.

-

Y/N: Guilty!

Higuruma: No.

Y/N: Execution!

Higuruma: sigh No.

Y/N: Death Penalty!

Higuruma: NO.

-

Y/N: *sad*

Yuuji: Why are you sad? :(

Y/N: Promise not to tell?

Yuuji: Promise.

Y/N: I’m getting picked on at school :(.

Choso: *barges through the door.* I could smell Y/N’s tears through the wall, what’s wrong?

Yuuji:

Y/N:

Yuuji: The other kids at school are picking on her-

Y/N: YUUJI!

Choso: *gets in Y/N’s face and breathes menacingly* WHO?

-

Kashimo:

Y/N:

Kashimo: So where’s Sukuna?

Y/N: On vacati-

Kashimo: *proceeds to throw Y/N into a wall.*

-

*in the culling games.*

Hakari: So why are you here if you aren’t a sorcerer?

Y/N: Idk, i just wanted to see the hot men and women fight.

Hakari: … I can’t argue against that.

-

Higuruma: You’re accused of 1st degree murder, attempted genocide and mass destruction, how do you plead?

Y/N: Nuh-uh.

*silence.*

Higuruma: The fuck you mean nuh uh?

-

Megumi: They say you attract what you fear.

Y/N: Sukuna, ahhh i’m so scared ahh Sukuna-

Yuuji: Y/N?!

Megumi: I have no words.

Yuuji: *trying to ignore the fact that Y/N just riled Sukuna up.*

Sukuna: Let me out, brat.

-

Nobara: If Y/N jumped off a cliff, would you?

Megumi: *face dark as he considers.*

Nobara: MEGUMI!

Megumi: What?

Nobara: Don’t jump off a cliff!

Megumi: Well, i wasn’t planning on it.

Nobara: But if Y/N did, you would?

Megumi:

Nobara: MEGUMI-

-

:3

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[taiyeoki]

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘? | 𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐎

↳ Kashimo + Reader

Genre . Smut

Warning . 🔞Minors do not interact | Contains breeding/impregnation, face fucking, nipple play, fingering, cancelled orgasm

Synopsis . Kashimo doesn't always show vulnerable emotions but when a man comes around fancying you, his wife, that wall comes crashing down with the simplest jealousy. Now he just wants to fuck you till tomorrow. Maybe putting a baby in you will make sure you're his.

A/N . This was supposed to be finished way sooner but I got too caught up with some other work, causing me to sleep at 4-5am for weeks straight and it physically affected me so I got body ache and inflammation. Turns out I got covid. And then afterwards, which is currently, I'm focusing a lot on art lmao.

You had no plans today but to lay around on the couch all day long. Kashimo didn't mind since he's used to the woman staying at home during his time period anyway. The only difference now though is that you weren't even doing any chores. He never forced you to do them though, but seeing you sprawled out on the couch with a bag of chips next to you had him pushing you to get up.

Which is why you were here now, going into stores around the city. No way is Kashimo Hajime going to let his wife laze around all day. He cared about his wife's wellbeing and he knew the negative effects of being cooped up at home. However, this time he wasn't one bit pleased at all. He just regrets taking you out in the first place.

Your husband held a scowl on his face. He always looked fierce to begin with but this was different. You could feel his stare boring holes into the back of your head.

Going to the counter to order takeaways, the cashier held a rather innocent looking expression. The bright smile and friendly service wasn't fooling Kashimo though. He knew the cash register's true intentions weren't just to serve you.

"That'll be $15.70 ma'am," the man's smile widened in an attempt to be 'friendly'. It felt so disgustingly fake to your husband though. You replied with a polite "thank you," as you took your food, smiling in return but Kashimo saw how he purposely brushed his hand onto yours when serving you your order. He knew that you were too kind for your own good so it wasn't your fault for reciprocating the polite gesture but it pissed him off how anyone would try to fancy his wife.

Unfortunately for him, the cashier initiated a little conversation with you.

"I hope you enjoy your food. You've got great taste based on what you ordered. As expected from a woman such as yourself," his eyes darkened with intent staring at your frame, the smile he held wasn't going to fool Kashimo though.

"Do you come here often? I would love to help serve you again," his tongue darts out to lick his lips, almost as if he's moistening his lips to prolong more conversation.

"Oh, thank you. I guess I'm starting to become a usual customer here huh?" Chuckling, you replied noticing that you do come here more often than you think, appreciative of his kind offer.

"Great! That gives me even more reason to come to work," he laughs a bit at his joke but keeps his eyes on you. It was even more apparent now that he's leaning closer to you, close enough that he could take in your sweet scent which was supposed to be reserved for Kashimo only.

"Aren't you here to do your job? Or are you being paid to flirt with customers?" A smooth, velvety voice cuts in. Kashimo swiftly moves in front of you before you can pay for the food. He wasn't going to let this man touch you a second time, dropping the cash on the cashier's hands without even an inch of being near him so he wouldn't have to touch this 'thing'.

"T-thank you. You must be—"

"Her husband," Kashimo scoffed, a smug smile tugged on his lips handsomely. His agile movements snaked his arms around your waist, wrapping you right next to him to show who exactly you belong to.

Kashimo's presence only made the man look smaller than he was with your husband's dominating height towering over him. At least he wasn't dumb knowing how much more muscular your husband is compared to the guy working behind the counter trying to flirt with a married woman. His eyes zero in on Kashimo's strong hold on the small of your back and it was clear how possessive he got. You aren't bothered, leaning into Kashimo to envelope yourself in his comforting scent. The sight only made the man nervous with fear. He knew you were taken seeing from the beautiful blue ring that decorated your soft finger, both you and Kashimo having matching rings. Just by the looks of it he could tell how expensive it must've been and yet he still had the confidence to try and sway you— right in front of your husband too, who surely made more money than him with his part-time cashier job.

"Come on hun, let's go," Kashimo glances softly at you and his tone is gentle. Much different compared to this stranger who's just grateful that your husband decided to stay civil for the sake of his wife. He wears the look of horror when Kashimo turns around to face him once more.

"We'll be leaving now. I wouldn't expect a guy like you to be keeping their job for long if this is how you work."

Arriving home only meant that you had to deal with the little ordeal that happened, inquiring Kashimo about it. "What was that about? You didn't have to be rude you know."

Your beloved husband only scoffed when you reminded him of what happened. Seeing the sour expression on his face told you how annoyed he was, plus the deep scowl on his lips presented how pissed he was too. He pushes you against the kitchen counter, caging you between his strong arms as his lips latch onto your neck, kissing aggressively. You whine softly from how rough he's being, sucking on your supple skin creating hickeys everywhere while your fingers intertwine with his cyan locks. Your breaths are labored, he knows your body better than you do. He knows your sweet spots and your favourite positions, how you like it done and the perfect pace to do it.

Letting go, his saliva connects to your now bruised skin and he admires it.

"Pretty little mark. Should give you more don't you think?"

"Hajime, were you jealous?" You teased, giggling but your smirk is taken away when you feel his rough hand unclasp your bra, the other pulling your shirt up right above your breasts. Your sensitive skin exposed to the cold air causes your nipples to harden more than it needs to. Seeing this has blood rushing down to his cock as he flicks and tugs on your erect nipple, twisting it with the perfect pressure of his thumb and playing with your tits. Your head tips back with a moan, holding onto the kitchen counter for support while your husband ravages your body as he please.

Suddenly you feel his hot breath against your sensitive mounds. His lips wrap around your hardened nipple, sucking sensually producing lewd sounds from the wetness of your skin. His right hand continues to give attention to your left breast while he sucks on the other. You could feel Kashimo's calloused hand massaging your chest, the roughness of his thumb causing more friction against you as he twists and presses your nipple. God— his hands are too good. The man is skilled in pleasing you, he knows the perfect amount of pressure needed to have you over the edge.

Kashimo's free hand pushes your panties down, rubbing your already wet folds to get you prepped. He pushes a prodding finger against your walls, curling his finger just enough to hit the right spot. The sensation of his long finger abusing your sweet spot while his thumb circles your clit has you instinctively opening your legs further for more. Both his hands working you and his mouth sucking and lapping on your erect mounds already has you feeling like you're about to explode.

Your thighs shook in excitement as Kashimo's fingers slid inside of your already drenched cunt, and you moaned loudly, fingers scraping on the table under you with how your body is attacked by all this pleasure. Kashimo could feel your walls tighten around his digits. He knew whenever you needed to cum but as cruel as he is, Kashimo removes himself from your pussy, walls aching to release the familiar buildup in your abdomen.

You whined from the loss of sensation, feeling empty without him. "Hajime, why'd you st—"

He cuts you off, putting his pussy drenched finger inside of your mouth. "Lick it clean," His smooth, husky voice demanded. You couldn't deny how that turned you on more, sucking and lapping on your own juices off of his finger, making erotic sounds from it.

"There you go, see? Not so hard being a good little slut now right?"

He was enjoying the sight of your pretty lips wrapping his fingers, tasting yourself from it. Now his head was full of perverted thoughts on how you would look if you had your lips wrap his dick instead. If he had you sucking and choking on his fat cock.

Kashimo removes his finger from your mouth, too impatient to have you gagging on his dick. He kept his cyan eyes down on you while he licked his own fingers clean and it made you feel small and honestly inferior, submissive to him.

"Kneel down."

He had a mix of dominance and lust, greed hinted at the edge of his voice. You did as he said, kneeling down for your knees to take the weight while your face is in front of his crotch. Kashimo cupped his hand around the growing tent of his pants, rubbing it as his veins throbbed from the blood rushing south to his erection. "Go on. You know what to do," Kashimo had a smug smirk decorating his lips, eyeing down on you in front of him.

You gulped knowing what he wanted, the thought of his dick springing out of its restraints has you dripping wetter than before. Your hands pulled down on his pants slowly, earning a grunt from him at how you were taking your time in this. "Shit hun, stop teasing already," he grabbed a fistful of your hair and you moaned softly from how good it felt, forcing you to do as he say, rushing you more. Kashimo's left with his boxers on but you wanted to prolong your teasing. The tip of your tongue lapped at his clothed bulge leaving a damp spot, receiving labored breaths of sigh from him.

You continued your ministrations, licking his clothed shaft with the tip of your tongue like a needy slut until you yelped when he gently yanked on your hair, "what'd I say about teasing huh?" Your little fun of taking control was instantly stripped away when he forced you to stop. Pulling down the last of his restraints, his thick cock sprung out, tip leaking with precum.

Scrambling on your knees obediently, humiliation washed over you with your husband still gently grasping your hair. Kashimo's fingertip taps on his cock, smearing the pre-cum around the tip and then on your face.

"Pretty face would look better with my cock fucking into your mouth yeah?" He muses, moist tip rubbing up against your soft lips wanting to enter and just violate your face. You're practically drooling, tongue sticking out and he places his shaft flat onto it. You drag your tongue underneath him in a long and slow pace earning a low moan.

Your husband smoothly slides in his cock deep into your mouth, unprepared by his size even though you've already been married for years. You gagged a bit before adjusting to his length, drooling a bit onto his shaft and gripping on his thigh. His cock pushes through your lips, hitting the back of your throat while you try to breathe through your nose.

"Y'know you pissed me off. Just wanted to make me jealous huh?"

You couldn't respond. Cock deep in your mouth, you could only muffle in denial. It was true though, you didn't mean to make him jealous. What started off with you teasing him about it turned into him face fucking you. His smoothly styled cyan hair falls out of place, bangs sticking onto his face from the sweat forming on his forehead and his buns turning messy.

"Shouldn't my wife apologize? Use your big girl words and say you're sorry," the room resonates with his groans, his girth making it hard to breathe as you try and say sorry.

"Mmph- soh-wee—"

It was all you could say after all with a meaty cock in your mouth, nose brushing against his hair as he keeps you in place with the firm grip he has on your locks. A sadistic smirk curled onto Kashimo's lips as he watches, beginning to quicken up the pace. You hate and love how determined Kashimo is, once he sets his goal on something he'll do whatever it takes to achieve it. At this moment though, he's determined to have his wife deepthroating him.

The friction of each thrust has his dick tattooed in a darker red, grunting at the wet cave that's going to send him to heaven. His movements get sloppier and grow desperate, balls slapping against your chin with each thrust.

"Ah— fuck!" With a final thrust he spurts all his cum down your throat, pushing you right against him to keep you in place as his little cumdump and making sure to leave none behind. "Swallow," he demands, hot seed slides down your throat as you try and swallow while his dick is still in your mouth.

With a huff, Kashimo lets go of your abused throat to let you breathe. Gasping for air, your hand rubs your sore neck but you could see how his dick still stays standing despite how satisfied he was with jizzing in his wife's mouth.

Looking up at him, your husband's lips held the seductive smirk, palming on his wet, still-hard cock in front of you. Standing on his full height, he grabs your waist and pulls you up, laying your belly side on the kitchen counter behind you.

"You want this? Your pussy's drooling for my cock but you're not speaking clearly enough. I'm gonna need my little slut to speak. We can't have my wife suffering now can we?"

"Please.." you pleaded, his firm hand spanks your ass receiving a whine.

"Cute."

Kashimo slides inside with ease from how wet you were from your cancelled orgasm, cock stretching out your plush walls as your thighs shook in excitement. Moaning against your sleeve, you start fucking yourself on his dick. Kashimo doesn't hesitate in helping you, picking up the pace and fucking hard into your drenched cunt. You could feel every inch of his dick, pussy memorizing every pretty vein on him, how it feels like you two were made just for each other while his tip easily abuses your sensitive spot.

Your body glistens with sweat, shoulders littered with hickeys with Kashimo leaving bite marks on you, his teeth biting on your skin just hard enough to draw out pleasure without hurting you. You moaned as his fingers rubbed your clit in circles

Kashimo gets the perfect view of where your bodies are connected, every thrust from your squelching cunt creating a white ring of both your arousals. Your trembling legs were proof of how much you were enjoying it, toes curling and fingers gripping the smooth surface of the table with a muffled squeal.

"Fuck- gonna cum inside, gonna make you pregnant,"

He claws against your waist, the euphoria of him filling you up while your hardened nipples rubbed against the counter from each thrust's friction. Your mouth hung open but no noises escaped your pretty swollen lips. Kashimo loved the idea that his cock was making you feel so good that your brain couldn't even react to it all the while his tip kisses your womb with every push, hitting you in your fucked-out state.

"Can't even speak now? Wanna be a mommy huh? You like that idea?"

You tried reaching back to grab his arm, whimpering to signal that you were about to cum with the familiar coil tightening in your abdomen. Your husband leans down to give you kisses though they were more possessive than caring, giving sloppy french kisses with more tongue than lips. The sweat forming at your skin caused you to slide against the counter with every thrust, trying to grab on to anything for support.

The thought of your belly round with a baby and your fuller breasts being sensitive was enough for Kashimo to cum.

Teeth sinking into your neck to muffle his groans, his hot cum spilled inside of you making sure to paint every inch of your walls white. Spurts of his load fills your belly and he stays there cockwarming until it softens, pulling out.

Your husband's digits went down to spread your lower lips, watching how his cum oozed out of you. He curls his fingers to scoop up his orgasm and pushes it back into you, making sure his beloved wife is full of his hot seed.

"Hajime—"

"Sorry hun, I got too rough didn't I? I was just jealous but I'll make it up to you. I just love you so much," he plants a tender kiss on your back, massaging your sore hips.

Giggling at how he peppers soft kisses all over you, you reassure him. "It's okay, I had fun."

Chuckling, Kashimo nuzzles into your neck, still rubbing your sore flesh and promising to give you a full body massage.

"But hey, you'll make me such a happy daddy."

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[noroi1000]

Hello 🫡 can I request kashimo x fragile fem reader who has like strong eye bloodline but only use her power when necessary or trying to protect kashimo even if he doesn’t need it and he kinda like getting protective with her. Cheers🥴

To Protect You

Paring: Kashimo Hajime x reader

Summary: Despite weak body, you said you would protect him. You have strong technique. Even if he doesn't need protection, you do it because you care about him.

A/n: This is my first Kashimo x reader. But I realized that I like him, so I'll start to write about him too. I hope I wrote his character well.

You pointed your finger at the blue-haired man's training stick when his opponent during their sparring session appeared behind him to hit him.

Your finger pointed down to make his stick move and you parried the blow so it didn't hit him. You don't want to see his bruises again when you look at his body.

As soon as he was ready to continue fighting (not even a full second later), he looked at the stick glowing slightly in your cursed energy.

The smile disappeared from his face as he looked towards you with a little irritation.

"Girl! How many times have I told you not to do this!" he shouted as he broke the stick, a small spark appearing between his hair.

So as always when he gets angry or his emotions are violent.

You laughed lightly, hiding your smile behind your hand as he approached with a menacing aura.

Huffing (pretending to be pissed), he walked over to you and stood in front of you.

"He would hit you." You said, collecting dust from his light clothes, making him look at your hand instead of getting angry.

"I knew he was behind!"

"I didn't want you to risk getting hit. Fight more carefully, okay? Will you do it for me?" You looked at him with puppy dog ​​eyes.

"You know I can handle it!"

You had to let him let some steam out of him. Let him pretend to be pissed. You won't forbid him.

Besides, it's always like that. Because you don't want anything to happen to him and you are sometimes worried about how he comes after a very long sparring session with Hakari.

You may not be physically strong, but you have the technique to be almost as strong as him. You can almost use telekinesis. Lift and control objects the way you want. Even the air is included.

Your technique doesn't work because it uses a lot of energy.

You were born with strong technique but a fragile body.

A body that wants to protect Hajime, but actually needs protection more.

You don't have strong bones and you can't fight hand-to-hand. You can fight from a distance.

You are with him because he thinks you are a strong person. When he wanted to test you, he couldn't get close to you to attack. And you just stood in front of him and didn't move.

Your ancestors were powerful and you have their technique.

Ever since you fell in love with him, you wanted to protect him. Even if he didn't need it.

You stood up from the bench you were sitting on and placed your hand on his cheek, stroking the marks under his eyes with your finger.

"I'm doing it to protect you." You gave him a sunny smile and he watched carefully.

He was the storm and you were his sun. The sunny sky that warms him.

He chuckled, snuggling into your hand.

"You silly girl... How can you protect me when you can't lift my weight with only your muscles?" he laughed, grabbing your body and lifting you up.

"Oi, We can take a longer break so you can play!" Hakari shouted on the pitch.

"I do what I want! I don't care what you do!" he replied, still looking at you with a smile.

Keeping your hands around his neck, you pulled him closer to you. Remembering the time he held you the same way, but with a worried face when you were hurt.

From the moment he held your unconscious body, he forbids you from fighting. You are prohibited from using your technique and fighting. You can't because he tells you so.

Everyone could say that Kashimo Hajime is a person who lives only to fight strong opponents.

This is not entirely true.

He wants to fight. He likes to fight. But he also lives to be happy.

Everyone wants to be happy in life.

In the beginning it was that he wanted to fight even if he might die. Now he fights to win. To come back to you.

You did everything to help him, protect him. Even if he didn't need it from you. He is so strong. He never wanted your protection.

He wanted to protect you. So that you don't have to fight and hurt yourself. You were the one he was supposed to protect.

Because it's a man's job to protect his woman. And he had lived so long that he knew exactly that.

"You should rest." You said, playing with his longer hair at the back.

"You should care more about you than me." he replied with the same smile to tease you.

You giggled as you hugged him, knowing how much he liked your touch.

Even though he among other people says that "he is a man and he doesn't need something like that."

He doesn't want to seem soft, so he rejects your caresses in front of other people, in public.

All he really wants is to lie on your thighs again and feel your fingers caressing his face and head. Hold you on his chest and cuddle you. He felt you kiss him lightly.

When you comb his hair. When you feed him. When you do everything that would not be considered masculine.

But he likes your closeness more than people might expect.

Such a strong sorcerer who was happy like a puppy when he receives your love?

This is him. But only you know about this side of him.

Placing you in his arms, he started walking down the sidewalk to take you to a more secluded place.

"Longer break then?" Hakari laughed and your cyan-haired boyfriend gave him the middle finger without turning around.

You really regret giving internet access to a man who is over 400 years old...

He's seen "couple prank" videos. He's used it on you so many times...

But still, it was all so gentle because he didn't want to hurt you.

Does he really think he can break you? You're not that weak! You just can't fight a lot! But you can fight him playfully!

You were the one who was electrocuted when you were plugging in your phone to charge it when he got angry and short-circuited the whole house!

"When you get angry, lightning appears between your buns." you said, hugging his neck as he walked.

"It's because of-." You didn't let him finish as you laughed again at how he looked.

You kissed his jaw, watching as his cheeks turned a slight pink. He liked it. But you were in a public place!

He was ashamed that someone would see!

"My Pikachu."  You muttered, and he had a slightly annoyed look on his face as you compared him to a cute little Pokemon again...

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #jjk x reader #hajime kashimo #kashimo x reader #kashimo x y/n

[hinakazino]

Winning In Romance || Kashimo x Reader

Summary: Part 2 of Losing In Romance! You are attempting to distance yourself from Kashimo, but your parents aren't fond of this. A new potential suitor supposedly is here to swoon you, but Kashimo's never fought in love has he? Warnings: Kashimo is new to love, dumb kashimo, possessive kashimo, fluff, somewhat angst, angst but happy ending.

Kashimo had noticed your shift in demeanor right away. That night when he'd returned home, he'd felt the cold eerie darkness that presented itself as he had to turn on the lights throughout the house. He made sure to be as quiet as possible, making sure not to disturb you, but it seems you were far too busy crying. Kashimo frowned as he heard your sniffles and gulps from behind your bedroom door. You both shared separate bedrooms and for a moment he just stood outside your door. His knuckles brushing against the wood but retracting as he decided to go to bed not wanting to disturb you. That following morning he'd awoke to you already gone, apparently you'd went to visit a friend. Your presence still lingered with the soft warm breakfast you'd prepared for him, like everyday. Kashimo had ate it as usual, not wasting a drop. He always thought your food was delicious, enjoying watching you cook, however today it felt duller without you being there to enjoy it with him. He remembers how you jokingly interrogated him on whether it actually tasted good or not. The fun memory playing in his head as he sighs finishing the food, leaning back on the chair becoming lost in his thoughts on the current situation. It was not a particularly good feeling in the morning. You on the other hand, currently were sobbing into your friends arms from heartbreak. Kirara softly pat your head, their other hand comforting your back as you continued crying on their shoulder. "It's okay, you can let it all out," they whisper as you hiccup and struggle to breath.

After awhile, you end up calming down, deciding to finally eat the food you'd prepared and brought to Kirara's residence. You ate slowly as your eyes were puffy and sore from crying. Your clogged nose didn't make things better as you tried to take in the scent of your delicious creation. Kirara was a great friend of yours, you'd met them through Kashimo and your friendship bloomed. It made sense, the people you both cherished were great friends so it was only natural you'd both be too. A whine escaped your lips as you ate another spoonful of food in dismay.

Kirara had gotten up and came back with a cup of warm tea, your favorite flavor too. You couldn't help but smile, it's the little things friends do that are the best, you thought. Mouthing a thank you to Kirara who shushed you, "don't speak while eating, you'll choke!" They only made you scoff, seeing your lightened mood Kirara decided to address the problem at hand, "I understand why you feel this way y/n, and Kashimo, but he didn't have to be such an ass! That Hakari too- I'll make sure to beat some common sense into them," they stated fuming. Kirara disliked seeing you in such a state and although they could see the unfortunate circumstances you were in with Kashimo.

They truly felt that Kashimo had crossed a line with Hakari, "Kashimo should've- should've at least delivered it better!" Kirara huffed, her hands crossing in annoyance as she threw herself back on the couch next to you. You could only stare at her grimly, unsure of what to do. It wasn't like the confession was false but it just cut deeper hearing it yourself.

You decided to spend the whole day with Kirara, working together in emotional healing and preparation. Mainly because you would have to return to your shared residence since eventually yours and Kashimo's family would come knocking. They clearly could care less about how we're actually doing, you think.

You didn't want to drag Kirara into this but it seemed they were determined to do something. Mentioning how they'd "definitely have a talk," how "kashimo doesn't even realize what you've been through," and that "he is so stupid". You weren't particularly worried what Kirara would do, just making sure to reason with them to not make things worse.

Kirara of course promised to not do anything reckless, and afterwards it was just a huge emphasis on facing Kashimo back home. You ended up staying a week at Kirara's in no rush as you didn't want to reveal yourself in such a weak state, only returning home one afternoon.

You felt horrible for only arriving back to the residence now, however you didn't feel well enough to see him in the morning. It was a sickening feeling you didn't know how to describe. Small sweat began to form on your face, as your hands were shaking from attempting to turn your keys, and from holding your breath as you carefully slid open the door. Only to find that Kashimo had fallen asleep on the couch. You felt yourself breath again as you silently shut the door, but that didn't seem to hide anything because the next thing you knew Kashimo was sitting up wide awake. Staring at you, grounding you in place.

You didn't dare speak a word, you didn't even know what to say, you felt like a deer caught in the headlights. You could tell he wasn't happy though. His beautiful cyan hair was a mess, curls sticking out unnaturally, he had eye bags under his now dull golden eyes, and his body seemed to lean towards you in a daze. "You're back.." Kashimo states as he gets up and moves towards you. He reaches his hand out to cup your cheek and winces when you flinch at his touch. His hands were cold and unfamiliar, you normally wouldn't mind but it was extremely awkward considering the situation.

Finding your voice again you decided to move, "um- yeah sorry wasn't well, don't worry though everything's fine!" you hurriedly say, attempting to go pass him. The attempt fails as Kashimo uses his body to block you, his strong arms clasping your shoulders to hold you still.

Kashimo doesn't know what to say so he just blurts out, "I'm sorry! I didn't want to sound that way, I know it wasn't right of me to inform you that way! I- I um, you're wonderful and well- please forgive me! Oh or don't, that's okay, you can hit me if it feels better!" You're in a state of shock as Kashimo lets you go and proceeds to lower himself onto his knees. Glancing up at you with eyes now filled with determination as he goes below your height. You can't help but laugh at the sight, he is so cute dammit, you think to yourself, hands anxiously fiddling. As quickly as possible you push him back to stand, "I don't want to hit you, and don't worry, I'm hurt but it is what it is, we'll work through it," you say softly. You could tell his apology was genuine, with the way he was glancing at you now like a puppy. This was just how it was though, one sided love, you thought.

You wanted to make yourself clear however, "we can just have everything fall back into place, soon our families will step in, they're the ones who brought this whole mess after all," you state in a hopeful tone. In truth, you didn't want to remain distant with him, he was still a good man, but this was for the best. Kashimo stood up straight again, but his face was unreadable. It made you feel uncomfortable to not know, but the reality was actually because Kashimo didn't know how to feel. His lips were pulled tight together, as your words settled.

The thought of you and him separating didn't seem pleasing to him, it never really did but for him, he thinks it is due to him never having had an actual lover. Kashimo couldn't grasp the swirl of emotions inside him now, but he knows he dislikes what you're saying. It is a sudden strong dislike that has him slumping his shoulders further in guilt.

He felt like a real jerk, he knew he couldn't take his words back, what he did wasn't honorable in any way despite him being a warrior. Kashimo began to seriously question what you meant to him whilst you were gone, and it's just then he remembers an incident during your week away.

How after the 3rd day he'd grown anxious and decided to seek you out. Somehow wounding up at Hakari's house in a state of distress, frantically asking of your whereabouts. Instead of Hakari however, Kirara answered the door. It wasn't strange as they were over at Hakari's quite frequently but their demeanor wasn't friendly. Kirara had welcomed him into the living room where he could see Hakari on the couch in silence. It didn't take him long to realize that Hakari was just being scolded and now him. "I'll cut to the chase, KASHIMO YOU COULDN'T EVEN TELL HER NICELY????" Kirara shouts. Beads of sweat form for Hakari as his hands stay placed nervously on his lap. Kashimo is now seated next to him at a loss of words, he knows Kirara isn't wrong, allowing them to further scold him. "You really broke her ya know! Like she knows already you guys didn't have to rub it in... OH MY GOD-- you don't even know what she already goes through with her family pressuring her AND the bullying she receives from those other bitches!!" Kiara yells as Kashimo's head snaps up confused. "What?" he asks, stupidly so. "What do you mean what? You don't know?? Oh well you never really attended the majority of the parties, but basically you have fangirls that've been harassing y/n about how pathetic this is," Kiara says, hands gesturing at the whole situation as she slumps down on the couch across from the two. Catching her breath from ranting so much and sighing. Kashimo had questioned Kiara after on the severity of the bullying and the bullies themselves. He felt like hitting himself more and more hearing what you had to endure. Kashimo realized he was a true idiot, just because he didn't care about his family that doesn't mean it applies to you. Along with that he hadn't really cared much about reputation, and yours he clearly damaged.

All of these emotions he felt once again, standing before you now. The weight on his shoulders never seeming to budge, he could see the eye-bags under your eyes, you were exhausted and he was just happy to have you back in his vicinity. "I just want you to know I do not hate you, you're a wonderful and lovely person," he mentions softly. You feel your heart flutter at his words and tone, but the excitement quickly settles. "Thank you, I'll- um good night," you bid farewell to Kashimo deciding to just go rest for the night. Leaving him to his own thoughts as he questions his true feelings for you, mainly the amount of pain in your eyes.

It all goes back to normal the next day, there's an awkward tension hanging in the house. It is accompanied with a comforting blanket though, as you both settle into a friendly routine with each other. You notice that Kashimo is even more attentive than before, offering to help you with tasks like folding laundry (despite being bad at it). The next few days go by when suddenly an invitation for a party arrives. The Kamo clan is holding a ceremony to announce their next clan leader. You would've skipped it this time as after spending much time with Kirara, you were fed up with your families whole talk on "reputation". This invitation was different though, because your good childhood friend Choso Kamo would be attending. Maybe even as the next heir, surely I must make it for him, you think, smiling as at least your friend is okay. You were reading over the letter with Kashimo looking over your shoulder.

You expected him to decline as he doesn't enjoy parties and their over exaggerated formalities, normally leaving you to attend. "I'll come with you," he says instead, and you find yourself appreciating that he doesn't want to leave your side. You both settle the matter and continue on until the day of the party. When the day comes you arrive with Kashimo, hand-in-hand the two of you walk into the large beautiful building on the Kamo estate. The luxurious gardens along with statues and fountains welcome everyone into the main building. Where the party is already lively with music played by an orchestra.

You and Kashimo arrive just in time to greet the soon-to-be previous clan leader. Norotoshi Kamo who welcomes you both, mentioning how lovely it is to see you again, valiantly disregarding Kashimo, much to his annoyance.

It doesn't take long for the crowd to quiet down as Choso is indeed announced as the new clan head. Cheers erupt as everyone begins piling gifts to Choso and dining on the provided feast. You and Kashimo end up separated as you go speak with Choso yourself. "Choso! Over here!" you yell, navigating through a crowd of people who get up to dance. Choso is talking to some other higher ups but he dismisses himself to come speak to you. "Oh shoot- sorry if I interrupted," you say, worried you'll make a bad impression on your friend.

Choso chuckles, "no worries, they're quite boring anyway, how've you been?" he asks after reassuring you. You respond by informing him how things between you and Kashimo have gotten better, "though I have a feeling we may divorce soon" you add solemnly. Choso's eyes widen as he frowns, placing a hand on your shoulder for comfort, "you will find the one," he says, a bit too seriously as his eyes bore into yours. You find yourself giggling at his expression and tone, "goodness you sound like you're declaring war!" you say laughing. Choso looks away for a moment embarrassed, "ah you know I'm not good with words," he says, smiling down at you as he did somehow lift your spirits. You stare up at him in appreciation, "yeah but you're trying your best," you say before being interrupted.

A woman who looks about your age approaches with some other girls, you don't know her well but you recognize that she along with some others are part of the group who consistently mock you. It hasn't been a big issue, but got more intense as your marriage to Kashimo stayed somewhat stale.

"So desperate you're clinging to another man? Not a bad choice though~" she says, snickering at you. The other ladies throw rude glances, some glare directly at you, making you feel so small. You never really knew how to deal with people like them.

Often you opted to just ignore them, giving them the idea that you weren't listening to their nonsense. It didn't matter, as although you imagined yourself giving a clever retort, it just doesn't come out in the form of words. Your hands become sweaty as you feel like you're shrinking.

You don't even realize you're holding your breath until Choso's hand softly taps your waist. His smile comforting you before he turns and quickly reprimands the girls. "How bold you are insulting the wife of the Hajime clans future leader? Are you not aware of the consequences you face?" he questions.

Choso's gaze is nothing short of deadly as some of the ladies back away in fear. The main woman however isn't easily scared, she also held affections for Kashimo from what you remember. "Isn't the wife supposed to be with her husband? Hm? Pathetic how you are even married- Kashimo doesn't deserve this torture!" she yells, not even trying to hide the scene. You begin to panic as you see other people who are eating turn heads towards you. Choso decides to end the matter, walking up to the woman and harshly stating, "you dare place the blame on y/n! You're just jealous you can't even get married and now I see why. How shameful a woman you are, you wouldn't be this honest in front of that Hajime now would you?" he seethes.

This seems to snap the woman out of her confidence as she decides to turn around and leave. You relax as Choso turns towards you, you're just happy it's over. Only to tense up again as he greets your parents, who were approaching the scene from behind you.

Your mother worriedly comes to pull you into a hug, which you melt into. You hear her quietly whispering to you about how "it's okay now", "I'm sorry I couldn't do anything", and "damn your father" in sadness. You know your mom didn't want you to suffer, but father had other plans.

Your dad smiles a bit too lovingly at you and your mother before turning to Choso. "I congratulate you on becoming clan head, it feels like it was just yesterday when you and y/n were playing together, thank you for taking care of my daughter even now," your father says. It all seems rehearsed as your father takes a hold of Choso's hands in a forward gesture of appreciation. Choso is a bit taken aback but just nods in understanding.

Meanwhile from the other side of the room Kashimo watches. He'd tried to go and save you, anger rising up his throat when he witnessed what happened. But Choso had came to your rescue instead, leaving Kashimo dumbfounded.

Kashimo doesn't know how long he stood in the middle of the dance floor, but it was enough for Hakari to pull him out. He didn't like how you were laughing with Choso before, and he most certainly didn't miss the way Choso's hand had patted you.

Kashimo had never really felt this way, but he began to wonder whether this was what you were feeling. How it felt to be left out, and to not have someone you care about look at you happily. He felt his hand reach over his chest as he couldn't pinpoint this heartthrob feeling.

Hakari watched his friend in emotional turmoil, but before he could speak someone else had cut him off. Kashimo's eyes were fixated on the way Choso had fended off your bullies and who now was talking to your family, in such a familiar manner too. He couldn't help the thought that crossed his mind, how Choso looked like he fit in with your family, with you.

Instantly he was snapped out of his daze as his mother's words sliced through his ears. "You see it too can't you son?" she asks, not letting him respond as she continues, "the way that Kamo fits so well with her, they're already planning on remarrying her".

Kashimo's heart drops, as he glances over at you and Choso speaking again before turning his attention to his mother. "That's nonsense, you're overthinking--" "Oh! Just! I can't even argue with you because they'd make a much better match," his mother states. She huffs at Kashimo who doesn't know what to say. To him, it reminds him of when he was getting scolded as a child, normally he'd talk back but his mother was swift. "I don't even know anymore! Whether I was blessed with you- isn't it funny? Hah! MY SON CAN WIN ALL BATTLES BUT HE CAN'T EVEN WIN IN LOVE". Kashimo feels his shoulders stiffen as he senses your eyes on him, your worried eyes, now glancing at him as his mother lets out all her anger on him. He is sure that everyone is enjoying this drama, but in this moment he can't stand the idea of you being with someone else. He ignores his mother as he holds your gaze, greatly enjoying the fact that you are worried for him, that you care. Kashimo doesn't know but he just decides then that he wants you to be with him. That he doesn't want a divorce, that he wants to be by your side, that he, he is in love with you too.

He was just too stupid, too oblivious to understand that he had developed feelings. He just didn't recognize them, he has only ever understood completely the rush of adrenaline in battle. He hasn't ever really had anyone care for him in such a manner.

Kashimo can feel himself getting jealous as your attention averts away from him as Choso mentions something to you. All he knows is that he doesn't like the idea of you looking at someone else the way you do to him. So he bolts over to your side, he isn't sure what he'll do but he knows it just feels right. You're shocked when Kashimos hands wrap around your waist from behind. You face heats up as he rests his head on your shoulder, his hot breath hitting your neck and causing you to shiver. You don't even register the way he glares at Choso, shooing him away, or even Choso's dismissal of himself. All you know is that Kashimo seems strangely possessive.

It's a completely new sensation. Your hand softly places itself on Kashimo's face as you squirm a bit from his hold, not use to being touched. Kashimo snaps out of his thoughts, successfully having chased Choso off he releases you sensing your discomfort. He doesn't know what to say, nor do as you both stare at each other. Kashimo decides that he is horrible at communication so he just grabs your hand, pulling you along with him outside of the party. You just continue watching his facial expression in confusion as he ushers you outside. His face is serious as a crowd of people part for him, and it makes you wonder whether you did something wrong. You decide to speak first once you're both alone in a secluded section of the gardens out back. "If this is about me and Choso it's not what you think, that girl earlier was just crazy- uh I'm, really sorry," you apologize, gaze shifting downwards as you anticipate his response. Your fingers tightly intertwine and squeeze in worry. You flinch in surprise as he cups your face in his hands, tilting you to look up at him. "That's not it, stop apologizing! It isn't your fault!" he states, gently squishing you cheeks for emphasis. You feel your face warm up as he continues to stare, his eyes moving from yours down to your lips.

Kashimo just finds himself loss in your face at the moment. His brain is thinking about how cute you are, smiling, albeit nervously as your cheeks are squished. He is thinking about how soft your cheeks are, how pretty your eyes are in the sunlight, how adorable your nose is, and how kissable your lips look. Does this even make sense? He doesn't care, in fact he doesn't know how to express it in words, but he tries anyway. "I know I haven't been the ideal partner, and I've been really pathetic, really, but would you still give me a chance to prove myself worthy? These feelings are a bit new, but I want to be with you, I- I'm attracted to you! You're so kind, amazing, ah- I just didn't realize, I do love you..." he blurts, mumbling at the end, letting go of your face as his hands fall to his sides. Kashimo's face is red from embarrassment, he feels much like a child, wanting to grab your hands, and kiss you. However, he doesn't want to cause more damage than he already has. His eyes shift away from you for a moment, he is really scared, and this is new to him too. Kashimo feels like if he loses you, it'd be worser than losing any fight in his life. He instantly becomes concerned as you start crying, you still love him too, and you're just so happy. Happy that he feels the same too, and that these persistent feelings in your heart are now accepted. Your eyes begin overflowing as your vision blurs when you attempt to look at Kashimo clearly. "I'm willing, I'm just so happy! I thought you wouldn't ever- that it was over," you hiccup, smiling still. Kashimo has a major wave of relief wash over him, but it's more than that, it is like a cleansing for a new beginning. He wraps you in his arms again, hugging you to his chest as his hand softly pets your head. He comes close to your ear, "shhhh, I'm here now and I'll be with you from now on," he says glancing lovingly at you. His hand gently moving down to wipe more tears from your face. You calm down as you lean into his touch, his palm feels hot against your skin, glancing up at him you hesitantly ask, "could I kiss you?". He nods, "you don't have to ask, just do it," Kashimo says grinning at your embarrassment. He doesn't let you dwell on the idea as he leans down to kiss you. It is the greatest kiss you've ever had, full of emotional need and warm. Your hands wrap around his neck to pull him down, closer to you as your hand entangles a bit with his cyan hair. His lips are just as soft as you remember, and the kiss goes deeper as you both only part when the need for air is present. You're in a daze as you watch the string of salvia clinging between your lips and his. Your tongue burns slightly from the wrestling you'd been doing with him. It isn't surprising that Kashimo is so passionate when it comes to kissing, as you've imagined a couple times before. The point is that it is much more surreal as you stare at him huffing down at you two. His eyes heavily hooded as he stares at you almost hungrily. Kashimo's hands are holding you again, he sits down on a nearby bench, pulling you onto his lap as he lays on your chest staring up at you dreamily. He decides he wants to protect you at all costs, and that he won't be so stupidly reckless no more. He just wants to spend his time appreciating you and you, with him. He sinks into the way you giggle at him and play with his hair. He is content with starting this new chapter of his life with you, knowing that he was able to win in romance too.

© 2023 by Hinakazino, do not translate/edit/claim or use my work in any form.

#jujutsu kaisen #anime #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #kashimo #kashimo hajime #hajime kashimo #kashimo x reader #hajime kashimo x reader #kashimo x y/n

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Hurricanes / Hummingbirds: Masterlist

Series Synopsis: As the years go by, you find that it is incredibly difficult to survive wars and fight storms, especially when the only thing you have by way of a cursed technique is the blessing of a tiny bird.

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Status: Ongoing

Pairing: Hajime Kashimo x Female Reader; slight Kento Nanami x Female Reader; slight Satoru Gojo x Female Reader

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[alectric]

I need more kashimo x gn! or male! readers. I am looking for scraps atp 😭🙏🏿‼️

#hajime kashimo #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #kashimo male reader #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #jjk kashimo #kashimo x reader #kashimo x y/n

[irisxyphium]

Thinking about Kashimo's grumpy pout when he found you sobbing on the sofa, a bit in a frenzy after a terrible day. He comes closer just to emit a disappointed 'mphf' in your ears, lift you up and bring you to the bathroom. A bath is ready, your fav scented candle lighted, soft music plays on the background. You are hesitant to leave his arms, head pressed onto his strong chest. He looks at you and said: ' Come on princess, nothing that a bath and a back-massage can't solve. Be a good girl and jump into the water'.

#aaaaaaah I love this man #kashimo x y/n #kashimo hajime fluff #jjk kashimo

[damn-stark]

Chapter 30 Two can be as bad as One

Chapter 30 of Sugar

A/N- just kidding one more chapter after this one before the heavy angst!

Warning- Swearing, angst, pregnancy, and talks of miscarriage, FLUFF, cigarettes, spoilers!! long chapter, some sexual suggestions, oh and more Suguru flashbacks ;)

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode and or chapters- Flashback in chapter 244 of the manga

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Sleep came surprisingly easy, but once the sun peeked through the curtains and shone over your eyes you were wide awake. Not by the light, but by a fear that dawned on you when that sun rose.

Perhaps it was all the other emotions swirling in your mind like a raging storm, but that fear wasn’t present last night. Not until now.

With this battle approaching perhaps there will be tragedies that you can’t avoid, and what if one of those tragedies makes these twins meet the same fate your little Kiyoshi met? You don’t think you could survive that again. You don’t want Choso to go through that if he isn’t one of those horrible tragedies.

But what can you do to avoid it? Not join this fight?

No, this fight is bigger than you, this fight could mean the survival of the human race as you know it. You might not like non-sorcerers, but you aren’t that evil either.

So what can you do but fight?

Plus, these twins are a speculation, they might not be real, so you’re stressing over nothing. You just need to breathe and calm down.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe…

If only someone could tell your face to relax, especially as you hear Choso waking up. You can feel your frown and your drooped eyes expressing your fear and anguish.

“What are you doing over there?” Is the first thing he says. He worries about you.

That is only going to make things harder.

“Just enjoying this view before we have to leave,” you break your silence and keep your side leaning against the doorframe and your eyes stuck on the calm waves ahead.

“Hm”

“Hm,” you mock softly and only peer back at him to flash him a sweet smile before you return your gaze to the water.

Instead of reassuring Choso, he worries over you even more than he already was. He gets off the couch and walks up behind you.

“Good morning,” you finally greet him as he slides his arms around your waist.

“Good morning,” he redirects with a smile you can hear spread on his lips. “What's wrong y/n?”

You won’t escape his overbearing questions and piercing gazes as he tries to uncover the answer to his question himself, so you just…avoid the question by bringing up something else.

“When I died, when I was in purgatory or whatever, I met the child I lost,” you say softly, missing the way he watches the bright sunrays dance on your face; making your eyes burn fiercely, and making your beauty practically glow.

“A boy named Kiyoshi,” you reveal with a growing smile. “That’s what the twins and Suguru named him.”

Choso sees something else thanks to the sunlight basking on your face. He sees your anguish too. A beautiful sadness paints your face.

“Kiyoshi,” Choso repeats softly. “It means pure.”

You grin and peek back at him, catching his radiant brown eyes on you already. “Yes,” you agree with him with a hint of joy. “They picked a perfect name I think.”

Choso hums and presses a kiss on your shoulder before pressing one on your cheek. “What brought this on?” He asks. “Did you dream about him?”

You avert your gaze again and nod softly. “Something like that…” you trail off and genuinely smile this time. “He would’ve been 3 months old sometime in December…do you think you still would’ve loved me as much as you do now if Kiyoshi was alive?” You ask to start hearing his thoughts on children. In your time together that’s a topic you haven’t touched on.

“Of course, I would’ve loved you the same way,” he says without hesitation. “Why would that change anything?”

You shrug. “Because he’d be a baby, and I would’ve had two kids. It’s different.”

“Hm, well I don’t believe it would have changed anything,“ he insists.

You swallow thickly and teeter on the edge of revealing the news just to hear his thoughts. “What about if I had your baby? Would that change anything?”

Choso stiffens and from the corner of your eyes, you see his gaze get lost on you. You keep your eyes on the water ahead, but feel your heart race with anticipation.

“Well…” he stammers and drops his gaze. “No.”

You feign a laugh. “Well no?” You question as it does not sound assuring whatsoever.

“No,” he clarifies now. “It wouldn't change anything. Our lives would be different, it’s a baby, but I wouldn’t love you any less if that’s what you’re asking, but…I don’t even know if I can give you any babies.”

You smile knowingly at that even if you are trying to avoid getting excited.

“Even if I could,” he continues this time more gloomily than before. “With what's happening now. I wouldn’t want to put you through that. It’d be careless.”

Your smile falls and you hum in comprehension.

Careless? Well, maybe he should’ve thought of putting a condom on then.

“But,” he adds and your attention perks up. “If I make it out of this. If I can give you babies….I would love to have a child or children of our own.

You pull away from him and finally face him completely with a small smile you can’t help. “Boy or girl?” You ask as you once again teeter on the edge of revealing the news.

“It wouldn't matter,” he muses. “You said you want more children, and if it makes you happy then I will give them to you. I would give you the world.”

You laugh softly and wrap your arms around his neck. “A palm reader once told me I’d have ten children,” you say to get him flustered.

And it works, his face grows bright red.

“I have six already,” you point out. “So what’s four more?”

Choso chuckles and reminds you of one fact. “I have nine brothers. What’s ten children?”

You grin and rest your head on his shoulder. You can’t say you feel completely better, he did just say it’d be careless to have kids now, but he found a way to make you happy.

“If you don’t want children, then you can say that,” you try to assure him since it doesn’t seem he thought about what he really wants. Just about what would make you happy. “You don’t have to want what I want. You’re your own person, you can decide if it’s something you want or not. It’s a big life decision, you know?”

Choso stays quiet for a moment, he makes sure to return your embrace by wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your head before he shares his thoughts. “I have brothers y/n. I’m the oldest. It’s not the same as being their actual father, but their father never cared for them. I was the only person they had, I was their parental figure. Me saying I’m not open to having children would be like rejecting a part of myself…at least it feels that way to me. Besides, knowing that I get to make something so special with you, knowing that you would be my children’s mother would be an honor.”

Happy tears fill your eyes, but you don’t let them fall, you just express your bliss by tightening your embrace and snuggling your face in the crook of his neck.

Albeit you have yet to actually tell him you might be expecting his twins.

Let's see how that goes.

“We should go join the others,” you interject after a few minutes. “I hear distant commotion.”

You pull away from him and walk over to put your slippers on to walk out. Albeit you notice a red rag on the side table and a bright idea lights over your head, making you smirk and quickly snatch the rag from the tabletop.

“Cho,” you call out in a sing-song voice and spin around with a wide mischievous grin. “Come here.”

Without a hint of suspicion as to what was wrong with you, Choso approaches you with a quirked brow. “Hm?”

You giggle and hastily wrap the rag around his head to fit it like a bandana. And when it fits perfectly over his long hair you grab your phone and steal a picture of him.

“What?” He finally asks.

You don’t clue him in yet that he looks like your pirate husband Will Turner with his dark hair down over his neck, and a bandana around his head. He’ll probably get all jealous and grumpy when you do, so first you grab his hand and take him outside with you to take a picture of him with the ocean in the back.

“I got to say I’m turned on,” you reveal and giggle as you keep taking more pictures of Choso, seeing his eyebrows progressively furrow together throughout the montage of pictures. “You're looking really sexy. Even better than my pirate husband. I would say you could replace him, but no one can dethrone Will Turner.”

“What are you talking about?” Choso asks with annoyance and finally breaks away from his spot.

“How would you feel about role-playing?” You ask as you put your phone down.

Suguru and you would do it, he even dressed like Legolas one time when you were teenagers. It was the hottest thing ever.

“Is this about that fictional character you and Tsukumo fawned over on the first movie night with Tengen?” Choso finally catches on.

“Yes?”

Choso scoffs and rolls his eyes before he snatches the rag off his head.

“You look sexy,” you insist with a goofy smile. “You kind of look like him.”

You may be delusional about that but hey! A girl can dream.

“I’m going inside,” he grumbles and trudges his feet through the sand.

“Choso!” You laugh and run after him to throw your arms around him and trudge with him. “Come on baby, it’s just a fictional character. I love you more. I mean I have a picture of you in my locket. He can’t say that.”

Choso peers over and you catch a smile tugging on his face. You want to add something else, but then the back door opens and Miwa, the student with blue hair and funny bangs comes out with a nervous look on her face.

“I’m sorry for interrupting,” she interjects as she stops on the edge of the porch, and bows her head. “But Miss Shoko and Utahime said it’s time for breakfast duty.”

“Oh right,” you sigh and pull away from Choso to fall by his side before you run over to the porch before you can be teamed on by Utahime and Shoko. “Thank you, Miwa.”

“Yes,” she exclaims nervously. “That's me.”

You giggle, and as you’re walking to the door she blurts out. “Would you mind if we took a picture? I just love your model work, and you’re a Gojo, so you’re a big deal. So would you mind if we took a picture?”

You stop in your tracks and when you turn to face her with a smile you ease some of those nerves she had as she thought you’d be upset.

“I would love to take a picture,” you assure her worry, causing her to finally smile and hurry to your side to take a picture with you.

“Wow,” she muses and pulls her phone down to admire the picture. “You look incredible and it’s still so early in the morning.”

You scoff softly. “You’re sweet. And you look incredible too, I love your bangs. They’re cool.” You smile at her before you turn away and walk inside with your boyfriend towing behind you. The moment he closes the door you hear Miwa’s muffled cheer and you can’t help but laugh softly.

“Y/N,” Choso calls, making you stop in your tracks and face him with curiosity.

“Hm?”

“I’ll be over there in a minute alright?” He lets you know when unknowingly to you, he catches your brother in the distance; one of the main reasons why he thinks you were upset last night.

“Okay,” you say back and think nothing of it. “And before you come, could you tell Satori to get ready for breakfast? Knowing her she should be in the room watching TV or playing.”

He nods to assure you before he closes the gap left between you to press a kiss on your forehead that you don’t mind.

“How sweet,” you coo and lean in to press a kiss on his cheek and then a quick peck on his smiling lips before you walk off and he stays where he is.

When you reach the door you look at him over your shoulder and flash him a smile. The moment you disappear into the room he makes a beeline towards your brother without any fear.

Satoru might be this intimidating strong sorcerer and your older brother, but Choso doesn’t like that it’s your older brother who makes you cry. So as of now all Satoru is to Choso is nothing but a person he needs to scold.

“Gojo,” Choso greets stiffly, and catches Satoru by surprise only because he didn’t expect Choso to talk to him. “I need to talk to you.”

As much as Satoru is tempted to walk off, he stays where he is out of curiosity and entertains your boyfriend. “All right go ahead then.”

Choso draws out a deep breath and just as Satoru thinks Choso will back down out of intimidation, he actually interjects in a louder voice than usual. “I don’t know how your dynamic is with y/n. And I understand you’re her older brother. You’re the only sibling she has, but that doesn’t mean anything when I catch her crying because of you.”

Oh…this reminds Satoru of a similar conversation he had with Suguru. And neither man sounded any nicer. However, Satoru does notice that Choso has more of a huskier voice, it sounds a bit more threatening.

“You’re supposed to protect her, make her feel safe, not sad,” Choso continues and stares deep into Satoru’s soul. “From what she’s told me, fighting isn’t uncommon or necessarily a bad thing for you and her, but again, you’re her older brother. Act like it.”

Satoru scoffs and leans away from the balcony in the hall to look at Choso with a pointed look. “So what is this a heart-to-heart brother thing?” He snickers.

Choso does not find any of this funny though. How can he?

“No,” he counters seriously. “This is me talking to you as y/n’s partner. Her boyfriend. Stop making her cry.”

Satoru’s amused smile falls and his eyebrows slowly ease from their pinched hold as he remembers those words coming from someone else.

“Look,” he adds with a bit of kindness. “She loves you. She respects you—”

“No,” Satoru cuts him off and furrows his eyebrows again as he grows bothered by the similarity of what’s going on. “My sister used to be extraordinarily good. She was one of those people with a heart of gold, but life has been mean to her, it’s decided to hurt her in more ways than one. Yet even after all this change she still loves too easily. That’s what I’m trying to protect, she’s already been hurt enough as it is in this past month alone. I don’t want to see her go through more of that again.”

As threatening as Satoru is trying to be, Choso actually finds this refreshing. He didn’t need proof of Satoru’s love for you, but he is proud that he is putting up his guard.

“And if it’s you that hurts her, trust me it won’t matter if she hates me for the rest of her life, I will take care of you, understand?” Satoru stands tall to threaten Choso and try to intimidate him.

“I understand and I wouldn't want it any other way,” Choso assures him, making Satoru blink in confusion and finding himself speechless. So he just hums and turns away from the man to try and continue getting lost in thought. However, he needs to set one record straight.

“Oh and just so you know, once my sister's respect is lost for someone it’s lost forever, she wasn’t like that, but life made her guarded. I’m somehow the exception, but no matter what, it’s doubtful she will make that exception for you. Just so you know.” He smirks, and Choso offers him a faint smile.

“You’re the exception,” Choso lets him know from what he knows. “Because you’re her brother, and she loves you.”

Satoru glances over at Choso with surprise, even though what he said isn’t something that should surprise him.

“Oh,” Satoru adds without thinking before Choso can walk off. “And congratulations, by the way, I guess.”

Choso's eyes immediately narrow and his eyebrows knit together in confusion. “For what?” He asks cluelessly as he crosses his arms over his chest, missing the way Satoru’s eyes widen with horror as he realizes that you haven’t told Choso about what you might be expecting.

“About…” Satoru quickly comes up with something. “Having a brother like Itadori. He’s a good guy.”

That was a good save he thinks to himself.

It seems that Choso believes him too because he doesn’t look at him with suspicion.

“Oh, thank you,” Choso says politely before he offers Satoru a stiff smile and walks away, causing Satoru to fall into that memory about Suguru in this same situation.

It was so long ago now. And he only wishes that he hadn’t been so hostile towards your relationship with his best friend.

——

*SATORU P.O.V 12 YEARS AGO*

“Satoru!”

He stops in his tracks and when he looks over his shoulder he sees Suguru trying to catch up to him.

“Suguru,” he greets with a bright grin.

However, he notices right away Suguru doesn’t reflect the same upbeat demeanor.

“We need to talk,” Suguru lets him know the moment he falls by Satoru’s side.

“Oh,” he rolls out teasingly. “What about? Am I in trouble? Did my sister snitch on me?”

Suguru’s gaze narrows, letting Satoru know he hit the spot. “Tsk, I didn’t do anything to her, she’s just a crybaby.”

Suguru sighs, so Satoru nudges his arm as a form of telling him to relax.

“This is not a game Satoru,” Suguru argues and grabs his arm to stop him from walking so he can hear him better. “I’m being serious. I’m coming to you as her boyfriend and your friend.”

Satoru scoffs and rolls his eyes.

And somehow Suguru seems to know what Satoru just did behind his dark shades. “Don’t,” Suguru scolds Satoru. “I’m being serious. I know you don’t like the idea of y/n and me, but you have to deal with it because I love her.”

So soon? Satoru wonders to himself. It’s only been two months since you got together.

“…and it’s because I love her that I’m telling you this nicely,” Suguru continues. “Stop making her cry, stop getting her upset over our relationship, and try to be understanding for her. For your sister.”

What could Satoru tell him? That all he’s doing is looking out for the people he loves the most? That he doesn’t want either of you getting hurt if something happens?

If he could he would. But since he can’t he just stays quiet and bothered.

“Do you understand?” Suguru probes Satoru as he further narrows his eyes on his friend. “Be her brother and try to be understanding for her sake because you may not know it, but she cares about what you think.”

Satoru can’t argue about that, but he can’t change from one second to the next. He still needs time. He also can’t say why he's so cautious so he stays quiet about all of it. He just assures Suguru with a little white lie. “All right. All right. Relax.”

Suguru lets his gaze linger to try and read him, but he doesn’t see anything suspicious so he chooses to trust Satoru.

“Thank you, my friend,” Suguru offers Satoru sweetly. “It means a lot to me and I know it will mean a lot to y/n.”

Satoru scoffs and smirks. “You mean your darling y/n?” Satoru teases him, making Suguru roll his eyes and continue down the path Satoru was just taking with a stifled laugh.

——

*A COUPLE DAYS LATER*

“You’re all pretty much masters with your own cursed energy and cursed technique, but one thing you must know is that like Yin and Yang, chaos and order are one in the same. You can’t have one without the other. And sure this may not sound pretty relevant, but it is. With the way I was being taught at school I could’ve lost myself in my chaos, and as you all know that wouldn’t be pretty,” you tell your students what they know, and the new students Utahime assigned to you what they have yet to hear. A truth hidden because of where they were taught. Utahime probably won’t like it, but you’re teaching them so who cares?

“They wanted me to follow order,” you continue. “But thanks to Yuki, my simple fire didn’t explode into a massive wildfire with an outburst. She taught me balance, how to navigate between chaos and order.”

“How exactly do you do that?” Itadori asks you.

You sigh and smile. “Admit to yourself that you are dangerous. That you can do damage, but remember that only you can control your technique. Remind yourself that as organized as you can be there will always be a bump in the road, but there’s always a way around it. Just breathe, and if you're in a crucial situation and need to think on your feet, quickly scan your surroundings, don’t get stuck in that dark tunnel.”

The students look at you confused since all you’re doing is talking so you sigh and explain it in simpler terms.

“All right, imagine this,” you rework yourself. “Your cursed energy is a rampant creak, the water is spreading everywhere, it’s out of control. It may feel hopeless, but you can redirect that rampant creak by putting rocks around it and making it flow chaotically in the path you choose. Balance between the two. Get it?”

“Ah!” Itadori exclaims and snaps his fingers. “I get it now.”

“Salmon,” Inumaki interjects.

“Fear is your own worst enemy, it will push you towards chaos,” you add one more thing. “Don’t let it control you, but also remember that fear is also normal.”

“Balance,” Itadori cuts in, making you smile.

“Exactly.”

“Maybe you should reconsider teaching at the school,” Okkotsu interjects, making your smile falter. “It seems you’re the order Gojo needs in his own teachings.”

You can’t help but laugh softly at that comment, knowing your brother is probably too laid back with his classes since it’s the opposite of what the higher-ups want him to be.

“You know what?” Hakari cuts in lazily since this is stuff he’s already heard before. “You’re gonna need some pretty big rocks to redirect that stream.”

You shoot him a pointed look and correct him. “Creak and don’t you have something to do? Both of you,” you point out Kirara as well.

“We’re done,” they defend the both of them.

You raise a quizzical brow and hum. “Uhuh.”

Just as you’re about to send them to do more laps around the field Shoko finally approaches you, letting you know she’s finally ready to accompany you to the clinic since she said she cannot check on you because she doesn’t have such equipment.

Some doctor. Tsk.

Whatever.

“Uh, all right class—or lesson dismissed, whatever,” you quickly throw out at the students and spin on your heels to meet Shoko halfway so no one can be nosy.

Alas of course your two favorite students poke around without a fault.

“Where are you going master?” Kirara is the one who cuts in.

You reach Shoko and grab her arm before you look over your shoulder. “Errands,” you simply say. “We’re running errands.”

“Oh?” Hakari joins Kirara. “Can we go? It’s boring here and I’m feeling some boba. Or something.”

You furrow your eyebrows and immediately retort. “There’s a reason why my daughter didn’t accompany me today because the errands I need to run are between Shoko and me—”

“Kashimo, do you want to come along?” Kirara completely ignores you and invites Kashimo?

“Sure,” said man gives in near you, catching you off guard since you didn’t know he was even nearby.

“What the hell?” You hiss and grab at your chest when you see that he’s actually very close to Shoko and you.

“Beats staying here,” Kashimo adds and passes you a glare for getting scared, so you mutter to him under your breath.

“Why don’t you shove that stick up your ass.”

“I heard that, and it’s a staff,” he says.

You shoot him a feigned smile and nod stiffly. “Yeah good. And it’s a staff,” you mock him quite spitefully, causing his eye to twitch. Not for the way you said it, but because you just mocked him.

“I’ll go too then,” Choso now also tags along since Kashimo was coming apparently. “Yuji, you've been stuck here too long, come.”

For fucks sake.

How can you argue with all of them now though?

“Whatever,” you grumble and turn to start walking away with the only person you invited. “Come on then.”

“I told you we should’ve let Satoru and Ijichi give us a ride,” Shoko whispers to you.

You slide your eyes to her and scoff. “As if I would’ve been in a car with my brother. I’m still mad at him.”

“Yeah, he told me. He went on and on about how it’s not fair that you’re mad at him, but then when he was done with his rant he said he understood why you would be.”

You huff. “Then why doesn’t he leave me alone? He keeps spamming my phone. He even sent me a stupid moving photo of a cute cat saying sorry.”

“A gif?” Shoko says judgingly.

You mutter. “Yeah. Whatever. As if that would take away what he said. It’s just…” you trail off since what you were about to rant about led to your second child you haven’t told her about, and with everyone else towing behind you it just doesn’t feel right to spill your secrets now either, so you just bite your tongue and wallow in your frustration.

“…annoying,” you say instead.

“Well you’ll prove him wrong today,” Shoko tries to cheer you up.

And it sort of works. “Yeah,” you whisper and smile faintly.

However, Kashimo interrupts. “Hey, girl Gojo.”

That name again?

“What?” You respond with little patience.

“I have a question,” he goes on without caring about what you’re feeling. “If you hate non-sorcerer's why work among them?”

Your frustration fades and you look back at him with a sly smirk. “One, modeling is something I wanted to do, so I just went for it. And two, to have a foot in both worlds. Being in control of my narrative amongst non-sorcerers. Think about it this way,” you get excited and turn around to walk backwards and face him. “In our world, I am “The fallen sorcerer”, “a devil”, but still powerful, whatever, but in the general public I am Japan’s sweetheart model. There’s nothing they wouldn't do for me, making it the perfect wedge for control on both sides.”

Kashimo’s hardened look fades away and he looks quite…surprised by your logic.

“Hm, well, I can’t say it’s stupid,” he says in a kinder tone, so you take it as a compliment.

“Thanks.” You flash him a smug smile.

“You should've been a politician,” Shoko remarks. “Then you really would have control.”

You turn back around, missing the way Choso’s gaze turns to a glare born from growing jealousy.

“You know, I was,” you tell Shoko. “But it was too much work. I didn’t have the time or energy for that.”

“Y/N?” Choso tries to cut in now as he makes his way to your side to prevent someone else from filling it. “I know you said your errand was just between you and Ieiri but are you sure you don’t need me?”

Your heart skips a beat out of panic and you quickly shake your head. “No, we’re fine,” you try to assure him. “Just…take care of the children. Make sure they don’t get into trouble. We shouldn’t take long.” You offer him a smile that hides how nervous you are, but he thankfully doesn’t see through it.

Luckily he doesn’t see through your nonchalant facade at all. You might be dying inside because of how nervous you are to know if you are expecting twins or not, but Choso thankfully doesn't read through you like he tends to do. Albeit when you arrive close to where the clinic is he does attempt to tag along again, but you remind him it’s just something Shoko and you can do, so he leaves you be and your students leave you be too.

“Thank you for coming,” You remind Shoko as you wait in the clinic’s waiting room for you to be called. “My nerves are killing me.”

“Yeah no problem,” she says. “I’m sorry I couldn't help you. I know how you feel about non-sorcerers, so sorry.”

You shrug her off. “On this occasion, I don’t mind.”

“Did you come to a public clinic Iike this one with Suguru?” She can’t help but ask. “I mean I know he was a much bigger hater than you.”

You laugh softly and nod. “Yeah, we did come to one like this. Albeit one close to our beach house, but yeah. When it came to my appointments he never minded. And it was the same when we needed to take baby Satori to her doctor appointments.” You smile in admiration at a distant memory.

“Makes you wish you told your boyfriend, huh?” Shoko teases you.

“Well,” you respond and glance at her. “No actually. I know him, he would’ve gotten too worked up. If it’s nothing then he would’ve just gotten sad. And if it is something then…Pft,” you blow out air as you feel your heart race. “He said it would be careless.” You mumble, making Shoko laugh.

“That’s why you wear protection,” she keeps teasing you. “Do you have something against it or what? Because this reminds me of the time you and Suguru were freaking out.”

You pout and scoff. “That time was a slip-up,” you grumble. “The condom broke. We didn’t want a baby then, and Satoru would’ve killed us both.”

Shoko chuckles. “And now?”

“Now,” you muse with a smile. “Well it’s not planned, but we just don't use them. So yeah I guess it is our fault.”

“Gojo?” The nurse calling out for you startles you, causing you to snap your head over and see her waiting by the door.

“It’s going to be okay,” Shoko says sweetly. “They’re babies. Don’t let Satoru get in your head, he’s just being overprotective.”

Yeah. But it doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

Regardless, Shoko and you follow the nurse into a private room. You follow every direction she gives you, and when it comes to peeing in a cup to take those strip tests, both tests come out positive.

You’re having babies…you’re having babies with Choso…

Which is very crazy since it’s only been a month since you’ve been together, and met! But you’re still over the moon.

Yet before you can cry happy tears you still are nervous about one thing that an ultrasound can prove.

“Now, I should warn you so you don’t panic,” the doctor says as she applies a cold gel to your belly. “Considering how early your pregnancy is, there won’t be a heartbeat nor a fetus, but don’t be alarmed, it's normal. Your baby is forming. When you come back in a couple weeks then you’ll be able to see a fetus.”

You nod in comprehension and nervously smile at Shoko. As the doctor reaches her little wand over your hand flies over to take Shoko’s, and she immediately assures you by squeezing your hand.

“Okay,” the doctor whispers and presses the wand on your belly, letting you see pitch darkness at first. She then moves her wand a couple of inches down and you gasp with surprise when the news is once again positive.

“Look at that,” the doctor says enthusiastically as she points to the two Gestational sacs inside you. “You’re having twins. Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” Shoko cuts in surprisingly, making you smirk, and causing the doctor to nervously side-eye you both.

“And look at that,” the doctor points to two small little balls inside the sac. “The yolk sacs are formed, that’s a protective covering that contains amniotic fluid and surrounds your developing babies.”

“And,” you make sure to interject. “Everything seems normal? Healthy?”

The doctor sighs. “Well they aren’t big enough to see yet, but so far everything that should be there is there. Don’t worry ma’am, everything is just fine.”

You smile happily, and even if you can’t say that’s a confirmation that Satoru’s fear didn't come to fruition, you still see this as a gift nevertheless. You’re choosing to believe that everything is fine and your babies aren’t some kind of half-curse, half-human hybrid that can kill you. To you they’re babies. Perfect little human babies.

Now that it’s confirmed you are pregnant though, you have to tell Choso. And you have to admit you’re nervous as well as excited. Mostly nervous now though.

“As of now,” the doctor says. “With the babies in this early stage avoid any strenuous activities, no drinking or smoking, and no raw and undercooked foods. I will send you home with paperwork that lists all you can and can’t do, and the prenatal vitamins that are recommended.”

You wipe the gel off your stomach and sit up with a grin. “Don’t worry my wife here is a doctor too, she’ll keep an eye out on me.” You torture the doctor some more, causing her to share an awkward silence before she nods stiffly as she just hums.

“Uhuh. Good, good. I will get you a copy of your ultrasound and your paperwork. Before you leave, make an appointment for your next check-up. We’ll be able to see the fetuses then.”

You nod as you stifle your laugh. You and Shoko can barely hold it in. The receptionist probably thought you both looked crazy because of the way you were holding in your laughs, and it was not until you were outside that you let it all out.

“You know what? I used to do that with Kento, but he never followed along, you though,” you say between laughs. “You freaked her out.”

“She could’ve said congratulations,” Shoko points out. “But she just stared. And she kept staring at me. You need a different doctor.”

You take your sunglasses off and lower the scarf you had wrapped around your head to your neck. “I bet she’ll tell Choso congratulations.” You point out

“She’d let out a sigh of relief,” she says.

You snort and nod. “Oh well, it was nice knowing her. Now,” you change the subject. “Let me text them to see where they are.”

You to Choso: We’re done with our errand, where are you?

Not too much later a response from Choso comes in.

Choso: They wanted to get crepes, but we’ll meet you halfway.

You: oh crepes? I’ll meet you there.

You smile and watch the little dots bouncing as Choso takes his time to type. Bless his heart.

Once you do get his response though you can’t help but grin.

Choso: I thought you’d want some so I got you one don’t worry.

You: :) fantastic we’ll meet you halfway then. Thank you.

Choso: Of course. I love you.

Once you end up running into them your anxiety subsides for now and you rush over to Choso to embrace him.

“Is everything okay?” He makes sure to ask first and foremost.

You offer him an assuring smile and nod. “Yeah, of course. Just some work stuff.”

Choso doesn’t have any reason to suspect you so he doesn’t raise any questions, he just smiles back before he scoops up some of the fruit in the crepe and feeds it to you like a loving boyfriend.

“Mhmm strawberry crepe, my favorite. How did you know?”

Choso shrugs. “I just guessed,” he plays along with you.

You both laugh and he then feeds you more strawberries, getting a weird look from Kashimo, but you ignore him and just take your turn to feed Choso a piece of crepe.

“We should probably head back,” Shoko interjects. “We have that meeting soon.”

You would say it’s annoying, but it gives you time to think of and play out what to tell Choso.

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*LATER*

“…For Kenjaku we have to open up a chance with Takaba and strike the final blow with Okkotsu and Y/N,” Kusakabe surprisingly leads the meeting from the edge of the stage. “But this requires Okkotsu and Y/N to return quickly, so I’m seriously counting on the both of you.”

“Well if Takaba can’t distract Kenjaku then we’ll have to fight him, and I fought him already, he’s tactical and annoying. If we don’t return quickly it’s because we’re fighting him,” you let them know just in case since you can’t be too confident when dealing with strong opponents.

“And if you do, you call me,” Choso adds and turns his head to look at you. “I can be of some support with Sukuna, but I doubt I have any chance of killing him. If something happens with Kenjaku I’ll have a better chance at killing him.”

You hum and nod but still have the need to add one thing. “Well Okkotsu has killed that body before, I doubt we’ll have much of a struggle, but all right.”

An awkward silence grows after that comment, so Kusakabe goes on. “As for the problem of Sukuna, even though it’s an all-out battle. We still have to decide who will participate.”

All-out battle and deciding who will fight doesn’t make sense.

“Are these guys idiots?” You hear Kashimo ask Hakari without any shame. “It’s an all-out battle, so it’s gonna be all of us and I’ll go first.”

“It seems Kusakabe fear taints his definition of all-out battle, Kashimo, so don’t pay him any mind,” you interject with a sly smirk. “Why are you even here, Kusakabe? I thought you would’ve ran for the hills already.”

Kashimo snorts and Kusakabe glares at you, but responds nevertheless to defend himself. “Well, I don’t feel like dying just yet, so I’ll do what I can.”

You hum and he goes on.

“Anyway, what's the point of putting someone on the front line who can’t even make an opening and who has a 100% possibility of getting killed instantly? Like Miwa for example.”

Damn. That’s kind of funny.

“Not only does she lack power, but she made a vow to herself “I will not use a sword” again in Shibuya—”

“But that cut was also defended with bare hands,” Miwa cuts in to defend herself, letting you think that the gods must have been working against her that day because how the hell does a vow like that fail?

Maybe it’s because it was stupid to make a vow like the one she did in the first place.

You would like to say it was a desperate move, but she had no business being in that field in the first place. So it was pretty stupid.

“The extreme bond with Master Tengen and all the people in Japan is probably deniable if you are a sorcerer,” Kusakabe surprises you by continuing. “Even if Sukuna and Kenjaku win by fusing with a monster able to destroy the world, that doesn’t mean we won't be able to survive. Well, if you are a player, you will be killed if Kenjaku survives. But we can stay alive for several days. If there’s only Sukuna left, it could be even more.”

Yes because living on in fear and weak is so much better than being dead.

No matter what condition you’re in, you'd rather die than have to live on the rest of your days hiding from Sukuna.

“I'm sorry but I'm out, it looks like I can't even help,” Kamo interjects as he stands up to make himself seen by everyone. “I want to take care of my family as much as I can,” he explains. “I’m thinking of escaping abroad with my family. Seriously.”

You look over at the young man and assure him, considering Miguel and Larue have agreed to take Satori and the rest of your community aboard to escape the horrors that could happen in Japan if you end up losing it all—“It’s okay, Kamo. Don’t worry about it, it's not a public execution, you don’t need to declare it. Do what you think is best for yourself and your family.”

He looks over at you and nods in appreciation, letting you smile faintly in return.

“What would be actually extraordinary is if you are able to help in battle,” Kusakabe mutters.

“Kamo helped me a lot,” Itadori adds. “Since he taught me many things because Choso is bad at teaching.”

You can’t help but smile and see Choso look at his brother completely stunned.

“I see,” Kamo says.

Choso’s head drops and a frown tugs on his lips, causing you to rub his back to comfort him after his brother's comment.

“People who have reversed cursed technique. Those who are willing to die or would like to die can fight, everyone else is out or here just for support.” Kusakabe announces, causing Higuruma to follow with a comment.

“I’m going after Kashimo. I can seize Sukuna’s cursed technique.”

“You’re provoking me by assuming I’m going to lose,” Kashimo sneers, making you snicker as you lay your head on your boyfriend's shoulder.

“Just in case! Just in case,” Hakari tries to calm him down. “I actually thank you for letting Gojo go first.”

“I still can’t accept it!”

“If the death penalty is confirmed, I can fight Sukuna with the executioner's sword,” Higuruma ignores Kashimo’s tantrum.

“A one-hit killing sword,” Kusakabe muses. “That’s really useful, but aren't seizure and death penalty uncertain?”

“It will depend on what offenses the judge raises for Sukuna’s crimes then it’s something you can’t choose,” Itadori explains for Higuruma, making him agree.

“That’s right.”

“I exchanged places with Sukuna three times; in high school, in the juvenile detention center, and in Shibuya,” Itadori adds.

Why can’t this ever be easy? Even with new and different techniques, this is all so difficult. Sometimes you even wish you could sleep through it all and wake up when it’s all over.

“On those occasions,” Itadori goes on, bringing up all things in hopes something will lead to an advantage. “Many people died in Shibuya and at the Juvenile detention center. He is doing all these crazy things he wants after migrating with Fushiguro, even for the battle in Shinjuku right now. The details for prosecution will be narrowed down, then can't we point out a crime that has a high probability to get a judgment with the death penalty?”

“To be honest,” Higuruma sighs. “It will be difficult.”

You sigh now with disappointment. As Choso hears you he wraps his arm around your waist and when he presses his fingers on your side you squirm as you fear he will somehow feel the babies that are probably as big as poppy seeds at the moment.

And that gains his attention because he glances over at you and without saying a thing, with his eyes alone he asks if you’re okay. So you just answer him by pressing yourself closer to him, and reassuring yourself that he can’t feel a thing.

Hopefully.

What if he can? What if with his blood manipulation technique, he can sense them like how he has his connection with his brothers?

But he would’ve said something. Duh…

Damn, you’re just nervous.

“Summarizing the information about Sukuna,” you continue listening to Higuruma. “The actions Sukuna took with the high school Itadori was in are; harming Itadori when he took over his body. And the attempted murder of Satoru Gojo. At the Juvenile Detention Center; complete assassination against Itadori, although, this could be seen as an attempt since Itadori has come back to life. And attempted assassination of Megumi Fushiguro. In Shibuya; total assassination against two female students who were cursed technique users…”

He could’ve said their names, Nanako, and Mimiko. Sukuna killed Nanako and Mimiko.

Why can’t that be enough to get him the death penalty? Why can’t leaving you without your daughters be enough to punish that monster?

They had their lives ahead of them, you still needed to watch them reach so many other milestones. But now you will never get to, and yes people could say they’re in a better place. You have tried to tell yourself that, but, a better place would be here with their hearts still beating and them by your side. A better place would be where they’re alive and not dead at such a young age.

So no they’re not in a better place. And you can’t—you’re trying to stay strong, but you haven’t been able to really move on from their deaths.

However, instead of crying inside like you desperately want to, you pull away from Choso but whisper in his ear so he doesn’t worry. “I’m going on outside.”

Choso gets ready to follow you with concern filling his pretty brown eyes, but you grab his arm and reassure him. “It’s fine. Stay.”

He’s hesitant, but when you leave he doesn’t follow. He lets you go outside alone where you fight your tears. You would like to say you fight your tears to return inside, but you can’t say you’re missing much anymore. All that law stuff is something Higuruma will solve since he’s the lawyer. Plus it’s not like you’ll be stuck in his domain when he tries to give Sukuna the sentence, hopefully, you’ll be recuperating Suguru’s body from that demon using it.

Thus you stay outside and watch the thick sad and gray clouds reigning over the once-blue sky.

If the twins were here they’d be…content. Yes, that’s the word, content because they’d be able to be friends with other sorcerers their own age. They’d be able to fight as well and be filled with motivation to get Suguru’s body back. They’d also be concerned about you if they found out about the twins you’re having. Most importantly they’d be alive with you…

You draw out a deep breath at that final thought and drop your head. And rather than standing there in silence, and since you can’t smoke anymore, you gather up the humidity that’s forming because of the approaching rain, and collect all the water in an orb in your hand. Lastly, you form that orb of water into a bunny on your palm.

You don’t make it move, or anything, you just watch it and think of the twins, the ones you lost and the ones growing inside you.

It’s nothing particular anymore, you just simply think of them. Time seems irrelevant as you’re lost in your mind. Which is why you don't hear the door open behind you until from the corner of your eye you catch the bright cyan hair of Kashimo in the distance.

No one else is with him, it’s just him. And when you glance over at him he still looks annoyed, so as to not sit in this silence, you drop the bunny made of water and break the silence. “You know what I can’t seem to figure out about you?”

Kashimo keeps his distance, but you catch his gaze drift towards you, so you go on.

“…Why you decided to help and be a part of the team? I mean I know you have this stupid suicide dream to fight Sukuna, but you could’ve done that without following Kinji.”

Kashimo stays quiet like you assumed, so you continue with an answer to your own curious question. “Unless you don’t want to be alone.”

“Don’t be stupid,” he finally responds harshly, making you laugh softly.

“But I guess that’s what differentiates you from Sukuna. Your humanity. Don’t worry I don’t like being alone either. Seeking human companionship is normal—”

“Don’t patronize me, I'm not one of your students,” he cuts you off, but you can’t sense his typical annoyance.

“Were you alone back then? 1000 years ago?” You ask.

“400 years ago,” he corrects you, making your lips tug to a teasing smile—“and why do you care?”

You ignore him trying to deflect you because you know it’s more of a shield more than anything. He would’ve sounded angry if he was really trying to make you stop talking, and he doesn’t sound it at all.

“I guess no matter how much time passes, or how much we’ve lived, can we actually get over the fear of being alone,” you go on in a softer voice. “Trust me…I’ve tried, the life we live doesn’t really guarantee a life filled with loved ones, they either die or leave in some way or the other.”

Kashimo doesn’t snap back with a nasty remark this time, he stays quiet, but you notice his gaze on you, and out of pure curiosity you lift your eyes off the ground and meet his gaze.

You think he’ll look away at that instant, but he holds your gaze for a lingering second and then looks away, making you wonder what it was that went on behind his colored eyes. You would ask since it’s just the two of you outside as of now, but you keep quiet and continue losing your gaze on the ground.

Besides, it's not like he would divulge that he was thinking about his sister. A sister that you reminded him of at this moment. A sister who never seemed to be offended by the way he talked back, a sister who was a mother too just like you. She was kind, and beautiful, and also never let anyone shut her up. The only thing that was wrong with her was that she died young.

If he did want to share something he’d tell you all that, but oh well.

“In any case,” you’re the one that keeps talking. “I hope you do kill Sukuna, and live of course. It'll leave us all with a lot less to do.” You snicker.

Kashimo scoffs and makes no comment on that matter, instead, he glances at the door ahead and makes a comment about something else. “Are you sure your boyfriend won’t come out and bite me if he sees us talking? He looks like he bites.”

You snort and shake your head. “No, Choso won’t come attack you. He might try to glare at you to death, but no. Besides you’re not really talking. I’m talking.”

“What am I doing now?” He remarks.

You roll your eyes over to him and scoff in annoyance, but you still find the energy to walk away from your spot to approach him with more curiosity. As mean as he is, you still find him interesting.

“So it’s true you can only use your cursed technique once?” You add on.

Kashimo follows you with his eyes as you get near him and instead of answering he deflects. “Is it true you’ve murdered hundreds?”

He asks as if that’s supposed to somehow tear you down, but once again, it doesn’t. “Yes,” you answer without shame. “Why? Do you think it’s a bad thing?”

He scoffs. “No. The way others talk about your crimes makes it seem like you’re some kind of demon.”

You fall next to him and look at him with a questioning look. “Do I live up to the stories? Or have I disappointed you?”

Without a moment to think about it, he responds right away. “From what I've seen I can't say you’re a complete disappointment, but there’s a difference isn’t there? I have yet to see you in tune with this killer I’ve heard so much about.”

Your amused smile slowly falls and you quickly shake your head and correct him. “Well, you’ll never see her. I’m not that person anymore.”

Kashimo raises his chin and hums while he studies you, deciding whether to judge you or not.

“Unless,” you roll out with some shame. “Non-sorcerers give me a reason that is.”

Kashimo scoffs with nonchalance this time, deciding that he likes your response.

“I really hope you don’t give me a reason to turn against you,” you interject in a threatening voice now, and with your eyes narrowed to a dark fierce glare you use when facing non-sorcerers—“Kinji and Kirara trust you. If I find out you betrayed them or anyone else in some way, I won’t be afraid to fight you. Non-sorcerers aren’t the only people I’ve killed.”

Kashimo holds your gaze for a moment without any kind of intimidation and in silence until finally he chuckles. “Don’t tempt me,” he teases.

You groan. “You’re sick.”

The doors open and out comes those who had stayed along in the meeting. Albeit when Kirara and Hakari walk out, the door closes behind them and Choso, Itadori, Kurusu, Maki, and Okkotsu are the only ones who don’t follow behind them.

“What are you two doing?” Hakari probes as he sees Kashimo and you standing by each other.

You smirk. “Bonding,” you input as a joke mostly. Even though it’s kind of true.

“Hardly,” Kashimo reacts harshly just like you thought.

“Are you okay?” Shoko cuts in as she breaks away from Mei-Mei with an unlit cigarette in her hand.

“Yeah,” you assure her and shoot her cigarette a pointed look before you snap it to her since you can’t really be around that anymore.

Shoko immediately sees what she’s about to do and discreetly puts her cigarette back.

“I’m all better now,” you add sweetly when she huddles around you with your two other students.

“Has your brother messaged you?” Shoko asks out of curiosity since he’s been hellbent on apologizing ever since he said those mean words at the beach.

“He hasn’t stopped,” you grumble and show her the messages you have on your screen of Satoru trying to make small talk when he’s supposed to be busy.

“Well you can’t blame him for trying,” Shoko tries to play a part in both sides.

“Well you can’t take away what he said either,” you counter in annoyance.

“What did Gojo say?” Hakari snoops.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you quip, making Kirara push your buttons.

“He would like to know actually.”

You frown at them and scoff before you retort. “Well, tough shit.” You move away and grab Shoko’s arm to pull her away from the group unaware of your certain change in life.

“Are you going to hide it from Choso until after the big fight or what?” Shoko needs to ask for her own sanity, and because she’s worried too.

“No,” you answer right away since it’s something you’ve already decided on. “I’m going to tell him today. I was just waiting on confirmation.”

Shoko hums and folds her arms over her chest. “Well if anything happens I’m a phone call away.”

You offer her a smile and pat her shoulder. “Thank you, but I don’t think he’ll be angry,” you say hopefully. “At least I hope not.”

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*LATER*

Later comes that day at night when you’re in bed because that’s the only time you’re actually alone.

Albeit even when you’re in bed, sitting in silence, you can’t seem to gather up the courage to share the news. It’s why Choso thinks nothing of your silence and starts to get affectionate.

First, he grabs your cheek and presses a gentle peck on your other cheek before pressing a kiss on the corner of your lips. He then moves your face to press a kiss on your lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs and doesn’t deepen your kiss, instead he moves down and presses a wet kiss on your jaw before pressing a gentle kiss over your jugular vein and grazing his lips to the crook of your neck, making you shiver and slide your fingers through his hair to hold the back of his head as he leaves open kisses on your neck.

You almost forget why you’re so nervous and not matching his passionate needs, the hot kisses he leaves on your flesh daze you, but you can’t go on another day without telling him.

“Choso,” you whisper softly and he takes that the wrong way. He thinks you want him to add more fuel to his passion.

“No,” he argues. “Don’t be impatient, my love. I swear I’ll give you what you like when I’m inside you. Just let me appreciate you first.”

Your breath shudders and a hot wave passes over you, threatening to take you under and get you hot and needy for him. But you fight it and repeat his name again with more determination behind your voice this time. “Choso, wait. I need to talk to you.”

Choso sighs but he doesn’t try to argue, he presses one last kiss on your neck and sits up, causing your hand to slide off his head and drop on your lap.

“What is it?” He asks and narrows his gaze to try and figure out what you’re feeling to start helping you in some way. “Are you okay?”

You drop your gaze to your hands and swallow thickly before you climb off the bed to grab the envelope where the ultrasound is. “When we went out,” you start off by saying. “Shoko and I didn’t go to a work thing.” You turn around and face him with worry shown in your white-knitted eyebrows and playing on your nervous frown.

“We went to the clinic. I went to the clinic,” you add, and make him sit up stiffly as he begins to worry.

“Choso,” your voice quivers only because you know his stance on this whole thing. “I…I’m pregnant,” you announce without making eye contact. It will just make sharing your thoughts that much easier.

“I know what you feel about having babies now, and I know it’s too soon, so I… would understand if you don’t want to have them. I mean with the state of the things I can’t be against it either. Just tell me what you want—”

Before you can finish what you wanted to say he throws his arms around you and pulls you in for an embrace with gentle force, but it’s still enough to pull you back on the bed with him.

“Choso!” You squeal and drop the envelope as you grab onto him to not tumble.

You would give into this rush of emotions, and take them as excitement, but this is not a clear answer. You need an honest and clear answer.

“Choso,” you mutter and pull back to sit on your knees and face him with more concern. “You have to be honest with me about this. You can be upset, you can be pissed. It’s okay,” a string of words comes out barely audible due to your nerves.

Choso scoffs and his thick brown eyebrows furrow as he expresses hurt and pity. “Why would I be mad at you?”

You fiddle with your nails and murmur, “because you said it would be careless to have kids now.”

Choso sighs. “Well, it is,” he admits, making you meet his gaze and nod faintly. However, he goes on. “But, I’m at fault. I should have used something to prevent it from happening, but I didn’t. And now that you’re expecting there’s nothing I can do. All I can be is happy because we’re growing our family, because I get to start this path with you, the person I love the most in this world. Y/N, I'm happy.”

You take a moment to believe him, not wanting to miss any hidden emotions he’s too afraid of showing.

But when you don’t see any sign of doubt or feigned happiness you let out a relieved sigh before you grin and let out a cry mixed with a laugh. “We’re having babies,” your voice quivers. “Twins.”

Choso’s eyes widen and his face is struck with even more shock than he originally felt, but this time it feels like his breath gets knocked out of his own lungs too.

“Two?” He asks breathlessly.

You nod and a wobbly smile grows on his face while tears quickly fill his eyes and rush down his cheeks.

“You’re gonna be a father, Cho,” you whisper with your voice oozing with honey. “We’re going to have babies together.”

A breathless laugh of disbelief escapes him before he beams at you as those words echo in his head, letting every part of his mind, and every fragment of his heart know the good news. If he could, he'd shout it for everyone to hear, but he didn’t want to wake Satori, nor could he actually muster any words just yet.

And even if you had known for a while now, telling him about it felt like finding out all over again. You’re so caught up in your disbelief and excitement that you stay as frozen as him for a moment. When it feels like you can move you throw your arms around him and press your forehead against his.

Choso finally snaps out of his stupor and cups your cheeks, holding onto that smile he has plastered on his face that doesn't even seem to disappear when he takes you in for a deep and passionate kiss.

However, the kiss doesn’t last as long as you both would have wanted because he then gets this gnawing worry in his heart that makes him pull back and hold your face. “Will the babies hurt you because of who I really am?” He asks fearfully. “I don’t want you to carry them inside you if it means they’ll take you away from me. I don’t want them if it means hurting you in the process.”

You swallow thickly and shrug. “I can’t say, but Choso in my heart I know these babies are safe to carry. They won’t hurt me.”

Choso glances at your belly with hesitation before meeting your gaze and letting out a deep sigh. “But if they start hurting you let me know. I don’t want to put your life at risk. I can’t lose you.”

Your eyes soften and you share a loving gaze before you pull him for a tight embrace. “They’re beautifully human like you. And even if they do end up looking different I will still love them because they’re a part of you, because they will have good hearts like you, their father.”

Choso scoffs softly at the mention of a title he’ll take a while to get used to, but he hugs you back and presses a kiss on the side of your head.

“Do you want to see where they’re growing?” You can finally ask. “The doctor gave me a picture.”

Choso pulls back and nods quickly, letting you take the envelope you dropped on the mattress to pull out the black and white ultrasound pictures.

“This is where they are,” you show off a pretty empty picture since they’re still too tiny to see.

Not like it matters to Choso, he gets choked up and smiles brightly as if you could see their well-formed bodies.

“Since there’s twins there’s two of these sacs where they’ll grow throughout the nine months,” you continue to explain. “And this ball is a yolk sac, this is what will give our babies nutrients until the placenta is fully formed.”

Choso takes the picture and admires the black bobs.

“In a couple weeks there will be fetuses…here,” you point at your belly after lifting your shirt, making his eyes drift to where you point to with a soft awe-struck look.

“It’s way too soon, but here…” you trail off and take his hand to press his palm on your lower belly where the twins will be for a few weeks as they remain small. “This is where our little poppy seeds are now.”

Choso laughs in disbelief and flashes you a smile before he lets the ultrasound go to press both hands on your belly.

“Soon,” you coo and lay back on the bed now that you’re not tense with worry. Choso is quick to mirror your actions to not lose touch of your belly. “…they will grow ears and they will be able to listen to us. So you can talk to them soon. And then,” you pause and interlace your fingers between his to touch your belly with your fingertips and drag his hand up. “…they’ll grow legs and ten toes and they’ll move and kick. Oh! And before that, soon they’ll grow hearts and we will be able to hear them when we go to the doctors.”

Choso tilts his head down, letting you feel his smile on your stomach before he grazes his lips down and presses two kisses on your belly where you had placed his hand first.

“I’ll tell Yuji. I can’t wait to tell him he’s going to be an uncle,” he muses to your belly as if talking to his forming children rather than you. “And your sister will be happy to know too,” he now speaks to your belly. “I’m sure.”

“Cho,” you whisper. “Not yet.”

Choso lifts his head to show his smile he can’t wipe off his face making it hard for you to be anything but extremely happy with him.

“And,” you add and drag yourself down to be face to face. “I don’t want Satori to know yet. There’s still a risk at the early stages of pregnancy, I don’t want her to get excited just yet, and I don’t want you to be blinded by it either. I know this is good news, but I’ve lost my Kiyoshi, and it can—it can happen again.”

Choso’s lips fall to a frown, making his bright gleaming eyes dull.

“Don't hate me if it happens,” your words come out like word vomit you didn’t mean.

“What?” He gasps with surprise before he cups your cheeks. “Y/N, why would you say that?”

“Because,” your voice trembles. “It happens. I don’t want it to happen, but it’s beyond my control. Do you understand?”

Choso looks at you with sadness for you and comforts you right away even if he too starts to fear that fate. “I do understand. Of course, I do. I could never hate you.”

He presses a kiss on your forehead before leaving a lingering kiss on your lips. Which is what you need to feel reassured.

“I love you,” you coo and cup his jaw to caress his cheek. “And I’m excited to start this path with you. As crazy as having twins will be,” you giggle.

“I told you,” he whispers against your lips. “I wouldn’t want anyone but you to be the mother of my children.”

You smile with bliss at him before you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, while he presses his hand back on your belly.

“Oh,” you add. “You can tell Itadori. Just make sure to tell him not to tell Satori. I’ll tell Kinji and Kirara when you tell Itadori so they don’t feel left out.”

“What about your brother?” Choso asks.

You scoff. “He told me,” you retort.

“What?” He gasps.

You sigh. “He can see cursed energy, and he saw there's. So he announced it to me.”

“Oh. What did he say?”

You don’t answer right away this time, but he had an idea that Satoru wouldn't be too pleased. It would hurt Choso a bit at first because he knew how much your brother meant to you, but he’s getting used to it now.

“He’s just worried that’s all,” you finally find something to say that doesn’t share that Satoru thinks your twins can kill you because of who their father is.

You just don’t want to hurt Choso’s feelings.

“Shoko obviously knows, so that’s all who needs to know for now,” you tell him. “Obviously after we both tell our respective parties.”

“Hm.” Choso hums.

Silence passes for a few minutes, and in that time your eyes get heavy and sleep starts to creep in. You think Choso has fallen asleep already since he’s usually quick to fall asleep. However, then he startles you when you hear him interject in a soft and affectionate way that holds all the meaning behind each word.

“Will you marry me?”

You’re wide awake now but stuck with your face in his neck as you process his words and debate whether it’s real or not.

For a moment you think it was just a figment of your imagination since you were falling asleep, but you hadn’t fallen unconscious, and you know you weren’t dreaming, so…what he said is a real genuine question asked because of your pregnancy.

“No,” you break it to him brutally. “I don’t want you to feel obligated because we’re having babies together. It’s a pity proposal.”

You pull away from him and when you face him you see a pout on his thin lips and his eyes filled with disbelief, meaning you hurt him, and it breaks your heart, but you don’t care. You don’t want him to ask you because it’s his duty now that he’s knocked you up.

“Don’t,” you scold him. “Don’t look at me like that. If you want to marry me it’s because you want to, because you love me not because we’re having babies. Because that’s why you asked, isn't it?”

Choso parts his lips but he doesn’t actually say a thing, not even in the following seconds, so you get the answer to your question.

“That’s what I thought,” you whisper and flip around to give him your back. “If you want to marry me, ask me when you have a true reason behind your question. Good night.”

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[sayakasnonsense]

“Love again, Fall again.”

Pairing: kashimo hajime x reader

Storyline: kashimo hajime reminisces about his past love, not knowing she was reincarnated and does the same. as they meet each other unknowingly and fall back in love, they deal with crippling guilt from their past lives

Note: no pun for today! this idea suddenly hit me while I was listening to Love Again by Ashwarya! Lovely song, go check it out!

xoxo, sayaka.sy

“thought that I would never feel it now.

the things that I had left behind somehow”

Kashimo Hajime is a lonely soul. A being that has endured far more loneliness and heartache than a human should. Somehow… his eyes soften when they lay eyes on you. A faint warm feeling stretches in his stomach, a smile creeping onto his face. His mind berates him for it: how dare he let his guard down for such foolish endeavours, after all… it only ends with tragedy. But… the butterflies don’t go away, in fact… they only worsen. It had been years… centuries even… since he’d felt this enamoured with someone. A strange, strange feeling, like memories he’d tried so hard to lock away, leave behind and abandon.

“so how do I see you now?

and why do I feel you now?”

You gaze into the ocean, your feet tickled by the soft waves lapping at your toes. A long, long time ago… you had been here with… with someone you considered your light, your other half, the Romeo to your Juliet. Your heart sinks… you shouldn’t be thinking about this. You had a new life now. A soft movement startles you out of your thoughts. Kashimo Hajime sits down next to you silently, eyes never meeting yours, but when they do… sparks fly, fireworks shoot through your heart. This… should be impossible, how, just how was this happening… your heart was locked away, an ancient object never to be tampered with. And why, just why did you like Kashimo Hajime so much? You two felt like you were magically connected by the red string of fate.

“i play a song it makes me start to think

that I’m ready to start reminiscing this”

Kashimo Hajime hates this. The nagging feeling of guilt and regret. He should have been there for her, he should have loved her harder, he should have told her how much he loved her. But all those were past tense now, this was the present. He couldn’t run away from his heartbreak forever. Stop being a coward, he tells himself, man up and face it, face Her.

“all the memories are failed attempts

to try and win each other’s hearts all over again.”

You steal a glance at Kashimo Hajime, ignoring the guilt in your heart as you take his hand, stepping out of the boat. The night sky is painted a beautiful blue, the moon shining in the distance. A pang of pain shoots through your heart as your skin touches. You sigh, stepping out yourself and smiling apologetically at him. All the attempts you two made at each other were foiled every single time, all because of you.

“i don’t want to run too fast and catch myself slipping, back into it

can’t be feeling charged again, but for my name, my heart, you’re taking on me”

But like Romeo and Juliet, not every love story ends well.

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[riseofamoonycake]

Can I ask for Choso, Noritoshi and Kashimo with a big breasted reader?

I SAY YES.

JJK MEN WITH A BIG BREASTED READER

With: Choso, Noritoshi Kamo, Kashimo Hajime

Warnings: NSFW content

Choso

The first time Choso meets you, he doesn't understand why he is so intensely attracted to you. You are beautiful and you have sweet, kind and maternal ways, yet it is impossible to explain why that rush of warmth every time he looks at you, why his voice always has to lower and he can't help but blush… really, he doesn't understand.

Then, one of these times, you involuntarily (or not?) rub your breast against him, and the pure animal instinct awakens in him; he can't help but look at your chest, and blush terribly. He begins to sweat and at the same time turns pale, while everything becomes terribly clear

Well yes, your breasts excites him like crazy

And it takes all of his self-control not to grab it and squeeze it or bite it on the spot

As time passes, he believes that things get better, that the sensation passes; but no. In fact… the more you get to know each other, the more his thoughts about everything he would like to do to your tits increase. Of course with your consent, this is not even questioned!

Finally, he can no longer hold back and openly tells you, with embarrassment and shyness but complete honesty, how much he wants to be literally buried by your chest and suffocated by it

"If you don't want, well… at least a kiss? Can I kiss it? Please?"

From the moment you give him permission to play with it, the breast is no longer yours. It is his, because in every good moment his hands and mouth venerate it without respite

Goodbye shirts, goodbye sweaters, they can't last long on you with Choso around

Your entire chest bears the marks of his kisses and bites, especially on the nipples and in the middle of the breasts, where the skin is so soft that he literally no longer understands anything

He can literally make you cum repeatedly by how much attention he gives it: the foreplays are looooong, and intense. They can last hours

Burying his face in your breast and rubbing his nose against it is a stress reliever for him, and it can happen that he falls asleep like this

Lactation kink all over.

Noritoshi Kamo

If there is one thing that intimidates him, well, it is your breasts. Even if he will never admit it, not even under torture, he can't help but stare at your chest with respect and admiration, as if he were in front of something sacred. Well, for him it is.

Super respectful, even though every time he looks at you his eyes can't help but fall on it

And that is why he thinks several times before agreeing to do anything that involves being close to you or in contact with your body

But when he then accepts, well…

Noritoshi is always a gentleman and when he reveals the way your breasts attract him, he does it without a hint of vulgarity. And as much as he blushes, he says it in the most open and direct way possible

This also applies when you start the relationship: his hands are slightly hesitant when they caress your chest for the first time, they slide gently over the curves of your breasts, between them, underneath, on your areolas, they gently squeeze your nipples. And then, finally, they leave room for the tongue and teeth

Another one who makes foreplays last a long time, before deciding to move from your chest to another spot, Noritoshi makes you feel the full force of his adoration in the most impactful ways possible. Literally.

Every morning, expect to be awakened by kisses on the tips of your nipples or the gentle pressure of his teeth closing on them

Your breasts remind him so much of his mother's, and at this point there is nothing that can stop him anymore, he would spend his life with his head resting on it, rubbing his chin on it while he stares at you

His gifts are, very often, clothes that emphasize your chest and enhance it. But he prefers to be the only one to see them, especially when you do a private show…

Well, there you have very little hope of avoiding a memorable evening and conserving the energy you have. Very few.

Kashimo Hajime

Kashimo starts teasing you the first time he sees you, and doesn't stop until he has completely won over you. He seems detached, but instead…

Instead, he is more than interested in the shape of your chest, which he doesn't hide at all and in fact reveals to you whenever he can

And yet, he only touches you when he is sure of your consent, because there is no fun in doing something without your wanting it.

Sadistic and implacable when it comes to your breasts, especially with his hands: he undoes buttons and lifts up shirts, sticks his fingers under them, squeezes as much as he can and pinches, especially if you find yourself in a situation where you have to control your voice (in public or on an important occasion)

And in intimacy he is even less contained: your breast is his battlefield, he covers it with bites, licks and caresses it forcefully, trying to contain it all in his hands and stimulating you continuously, with the aim of making you scream as much as possible

Try to keep him away from it and he starts screaming and yelling like a demon

If you like pain, Kashimo is more than willing to give you little shocks, especially on the nipples. But only if you like it

Licking your nipples is his favorite hobby. His long tongue curls around them and passes them over and over, and the more you squirm and moan, the more he continues

More than once he complains that you only have two breasts.

All of them: tits job goes brrrrr

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[shiyorux]

—

— Sukuna who is always bothering Yuuji in his head but becomes completely quiet when you’re around.

— Sukuna who thinks you look oddly familiar but can’t think of who you remind him of.

— Sukuna who spares you with a second glance when he gains control of Yuuji’s body.

— Sukuna who knocks you out to make sure you don’t get yourself harmed or accidently step into his domain expansion.

— Sukuna who still treats you like shit but doesn’t want you to leave.

— Sukuna who shares his plans of terrorising the world and slaughtering humans only to wipe your memory when he’s done.

— Sukuna who gets mildly angry when you lose to a cursed spirit and has to watch as you get injured.

— Sukuna who finds it funny when your friends die, calling them weak and incompetent.

— Sukuna who ridicules Yuuji when he can’t save you, only to obliterate the curse later.

— Sukuna who makes sure Yuuji is keeping you around in the culling games and insults him if he forgets you.

— Sukuna who forces you to leave Sendai Colony when you come searching for him.

— Sukuna who kind of breaks your legs when you retaliate.

Sukuna who is an absolute asshole but we can live with it.

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[taiyeoki]

Thinking of riding Kashimo in the car, shirt pulled up right above his wide chest and his pretty nipples, showing off his muscular body and abs as you ride his cock. Your wet pussy milking him good with your arms wrapped around his neck. Heat building between the two of you due to the enclosed space in the front seat of the car as you slam down into his lap causing loud skin slapping accompanied by both your panting. Him and his pretty dick, slight blue and purple veins surrounding his shaft with the red shade nearing the tip, his cock being a darker shade of skin. Your pussy's memorizing every inch of it and his veins throbbing against your slick plush walls just waiting to explode into you. His nails dig into your waist with just the right amount of pressure leaving marks into your skin, large and veiny hands holding you up and making sure you stay put on his dick.

A quick concept into a smut I'd write.

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[buckrecs]

HELLO so i was wondering if you have some winter soldier x reader fics?? ive been trying to find some but theyre all so short (still amazing stories tho) tysm, i really appreciate you making recs

Winter Soldier!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

ONESHOT

Into Cursed Pixie Dust by @buckets-and-trees

“He's credited over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years…” but you don’t know that. You run into him once, then again, again, again. Destiny draws you together, and neither of you can deny the pull. And yet though he never ages, you do.

Stalker by @you-are-my-sanctuary

In which Bucky has a crush on the new PR manager and is being an adorable stalker.

sleepwalking by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

when your boyfriend bucky wakes up with the winter soldier mindest, you do the only thing you know how to do- comfort him. he does the only thing he knows how to thank you- possessive sex. 

Colors in the Dark by @buckychrist

The world is without color, and that’s never bothered the Winter Soldier. The Fist of HYDRA didn’t have time for love and soulmates. At almost a century old, what are the odds that his soulmate was even still living?

ephemeral by @earlgreydream

the winter soldier shows up wounded at your door during a storm.

Purgatory by @wkemeup

While on a mission, Bucky becomes dissociated into the Winter Soldier. But instead of becoming a threat, his instinct is to protect.

a soldier gone rouge by @kinanabinks

the winter soldier has been sent to kill you. why, then, are you so wet?

Reverse Psychology by @waiting4inspiration

Bucky’s Winter Soldier mode is triggered. But you have something up your sleeves that will bring him back.

Comply by @gogolucky13

With Hydra, everyone is a prisoner.

Don’t Fear the Reaper by @gogolucky13

One night, the Winter Soldier appears at your place of work to eliminate a target. He leaves you alive, only to return a few months later.

Fatal Mistake by @rookthorne

A rogue agent amidst their ranks, it was the perfect plan, a perfect escape. It was their fatal mistake. 

Wolf, Partner, Gloves… by @revengingbarnes

HYDRA’s words make Bucky go into Winter Soldier mode. Then he meets you, and you make for him words that will bring him back to normal.

the dragon and her shadow by @kashimos-hajime

You fall in love with the Winter Soldier, and they punish you for it. Sentiment is weakness, but what can they do? After all, they cannot kill the Fist of H.Y.D.R.A. and mortal men cannot even begin to comprehend slaying a dragon.

take it easy, romeo by @sunmoonandeddie

The Soldat remembers one person through it all.

You Found Me by @samthemarvelfan

Bucky Barnes always came home to you. What happens when he doesn't? Worse than that...what happens when he forgets you existed?

Gone Again by @tokoyamisstuff

The Winter Soldier is lost and confused, unable to remember a single thing - except for the place where he’d find the woman that had become his safe space.

I’ll Come Back for You by @milliedazzledust

something where he is in winter soldier mode and protecting the scientist (y/n) where she is the only one who can sort of calm him down after a mission.

Void by @theeleggymeggy

Working as a nurse at HYDRA, you find yourself intervening when you catch Alexander Pierce striking The Asset. You don’t even know this man, but you can’t just stand and watch him be beat down.

Sweet Memory by @

SERIES

One’s Promised by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Living a double life was not a choice when one was the daughter of Alexander Pierce. Y/N was the youngest agents of SHIELD and one of the most respected threats within Hydra’s empire. No matter her allegiance, she was feared by both. Y/N Pierce would’ve tried to escape it all… if it hadn’t been for The Winter Soldier.

Soldat by @the-fallen-nightmare

Captain America and Reader have worked together at SHIELD for over a year. What happens when they have a run in with The Winter Solider and Steve finds out the secret Reader had been hiding from him all this time? And what happens when reader is captured by Hydra and The Winter Soldier, again. Can she make Soldat remember her or is her life with Steve just a slow fading memory now?

 

Breach by @darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor (dark)

The reader finds herself in the Winter Soldier’s cross hairs during a lock down.

Reset by @lunarbuck

The government has fallen, Hydra has taken over. You were an agent of SHIELD long before the reign of terror began, and became a member of the resistance when they needed you most. Everything changes when the Winter Soldier captures you from your safe house.

Devil’s Backbone by @trashmenofmarvel

With your team dead and your mission failed, you’ve been taken by the assassin to an unknown location and are at the mercy of your cruel tormentors.

Krasavchik by @after-avenging-hours

While under orders from Karpov to test the Soldat’s loyalties to Hydra, you find yourself questioning your own loyalties.

Welcome Home… Soldat? by @winterarmyy

Y/N had make a habit of greeting Bucky a warm 'welcome home' everytime he came back from his missions, but there was one particular day when she unknowingly greeted someone else.

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[m1ckeyb3rry]

Hurricanes / Hummingbirds: I

Series Synopsis: As the years go by, you find that it is incredibly difficult to survive wars and fight storms, especially when the only thing you have by way of a cursed technique is the blessing of a tiny bird.

Chapter Synopsis: You meet your new classmates at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Hajime Kashimo x Female Reader; slight Kento Nanami x Female Reader; slight Satoru Gojo x Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.6k

Content Warnings: swearing, enemies/rivals to lovers, character death, canon-typical violence, angst, gore, original characters included

A/N: i become obsessed with kashimo -> i discover there is no content for him -> i write my own fic -> he doesn't even show up until like chapter 8. go figure.

“They say I was born with a hummingbird in place of my heart,” you said, staring at the ground and clasping your hand over your chest. “But that’s not possible, of course.”

“Certainly not.” The man you were speaking to was tall and stocky, with close-cropped hair and the sort of aged, lined face that made him seem exhausted beyond his years. The pursing of his lips was the only deviation from a normal expression he deigned to show, his dark eyes trained on you kept carefully blank, his forehead smooth from any unnatural furrows.

“Well. At any rate, that's what they believed, so that’s why they sent me here,” you said.

“Do you have a cursed technique?” he said. He was a blunt person, this man, evidently seeing no purpose in dancing around subjects and instead preferring to get straight to the point. You shrugged in response.

“I wouldn’t know,” you said.

“That means you likely don’t,” he said, clicking his tongue in disappointment and then crossing his burly forearms across his wide chest. The man was built like a mountain, and you felt so fragile in front of him, as if he could smash you with one step. “At least you can see those ghastly little things.”

“Yes,” you said, pleased to have done at least this one thing right. “Yes, I can!”

“Very good. Then there should be no issues with you enrolling,” he said. “There’s two other first years; you should get along with them well enough.”

“Only two?” you said before you could stop yourself. “Isn’t that — I mean, I’d heard that Japan was the seat of cursed energy, so shouldn’t there be more?”

The man snorted. “You’re an optimistic girl. Sorcerers are a minority no matter where in the world you are. There really are only two. Three, if you’re counted.”

“I see,” you said. “And, um, will you be my teacher?”

“Next year,” he said, his hand roughly thumping down on your shoulder in what was likely meant to be a comforting gesture. “For now, you’re stuck with Hinode.”

“Hinode?” you said. The man let out a long-suffering sigh.

“Kaito Hinode, that insufferable being. He’s the first-year teacher for Tokyo,” he said.

“Oh,” you said. Though you barely knew the man, you had been hoping for the sense of familiarity he would bring. Alone in a place where you recognized no one, at least the man would be someone you could look to as a sort of constant, a variable you somewhat understood. “Thank you…?”

His eyes widened. “Ah. I forgot to introduce myself; forgive me, it’s only that I knew your name already, so I assumed you would know mine. Of course, you’d have no reason to, and I don’t blame you for being confused. I am Masamichi Yaga, the second-year teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech.”

“Thank you, then, Yaga, sir,” you said, swallowing and bowing your head. “I am very grateful for all of the help you’ve given me.”

“It wasn’t ‘help.’ I was just doing my job,” he said. “The higher ups sent me to get you, so you can thank them.”

“Why did they go to such lengths for me?” you said. He actually laughed at the question, and you were sufficiently put-out by his amusement.

“It wasn’t because they particularly cared about you. They’re just desperate for fresh blood. More bodies in the eternal war against curses, you see?” he said.

“That makes sense,” you allowed. After all, if you only had two other classmates, then certainly there was a dearth of people who had the aptitude for sorcery, meaning the higher ups would naturally do as much as they could to foster any available talent, no matter how meager.

“Don’t take it to heart,” Yaga said. “That’s how it is in this world. Anyways, I’ll show you to your dorm room and you can unpack your things. One of your peers will come by tomorrow morning to take you to your classes.”

“Thank you, sir,” you said. He gave you a look out of the corner of his eye as you began to walk.

“You are surprisingly grateful for a girl yanked out of a spoiled life and thrown into a world full of monsters,” he said.

“A spoiled life?” you said. “I guess it could seem that way.”

“Was it not?” he said. You thought back to your time at home, and you frowned slightly, ducking closer to Yaga’s shadow to conceal yourself.

“It was fine. They treated me as well as they knew how to,” you said. Yaga’s severe features softened almost imperceptibly, and he slowed so that you could keep up with him easily.

“That’s the most we can ask for, isn’t it?” he said. Despite his words, you could sense the distaste rolling off of him in waves, wrapping around you like a thorny blanket warding off the old thoughts. Your frown slipped away, replaced with a small smile at the fact that there was even just this one person in the world who cared about what had happened to you.

Your room was small and neat, but it was your own, which made it more than enough. You didn’t have very many possessions, so unpacking your things and hanging up your few photographs did not take very long. There were uniforms already hanging in your closet, the fabrics of which were smooth and liquidy under your fingers, all of them dark-colored like shadows and likely already tailored to fit you.

You thought it might take a while for you to fall asleep, but almost as soon as your cheek touched against the cool silk of your pillowcase, the sun was rising in the east once more. The thought of staying in your bed was tempting, but any pleasure you’d derive from lazing about would likely be canceled out by the shame of one of your new classmates catching you in such a position. So, with a heavy yawn that sent blood rushing to your head, you kicked your blankets off of your legs and resolved to get ready for the day.

The bleary daylight struggling through the curtains was just enough for you to see by, so you did not bother with switching the lamps on — anyways, the dimness was better for your eyes to adjust to. If you had to feel around a little bit, well, that was the price you would pay for comfort.

The daily tasks of washing your face and brushing your teeth and fiddling with your hair were a comfortable routine that you were able to settle into rather mindlessly. Whether here or at home, the act of putting toothpaste on a brush was the same, and you were lulled into a state of relaxation as you milled about, even humming to yourself in a rare fit of joy.

By the time there was a knock on your door, you were completely ready and sitting at your desk, writing a letter you would likely never send. You sprang to your feet and straightened your clothes one last time before opening it, trying your best to seem composed despite your curiosity about who had come to get you.

He was the most dour looking boy you had ever seen in all of your years of living, his very posture radiating exhaustion and gloom. There were heavy bags under his brown eyes, and his blond hair fell limply in his face, parted neatly above his left eyebrow though it was. Though upon closer inspection he really did seem to be your age, some quality of his made it appear as though he was eons your elder. Perhaps it was the permanent scowl, or perhaps the disheartened hunch of his shoulders, as if he were burdened by the weight of many centuries.

“I’m Kento Nanami,” he said. His voice was a dull, deep monotone, exactly what you had expected from him. “Hinode told me to pick you up. You’re the new first year?”

“Yes,” you said, offering him your hand to shake. He raised an eyebrow but took it without hesitation, his grip firm and assured. “Y/N L/N. Oh, I know it’s polite to refer to people by their last names here, but I’d prefer if you just called me Y/N. It’s what I’m used to, you see, since that’s how it’s done where I’m from.”

“Sure,” he said. “As long as you continue to call me Nanami.”

“Yes, I will definitely do that,” you said, having already planned on doing so and seeing no point in irritating him on your first meeting. He seemed to be the stricter sort, a very by-the-book sort of person, and if he really was to be one of your only two classmates, then it would not do for him to think you a boor upon first impressions.

“Thanks,” he said. “Did you eat breakfast? No? You wouldn’t have. We’ll be late for class if we stop by the dining hall, so…here, have this.”

He fished a granola bar out of his pocket and handed it to you delicately. It was lumpy and misshapen, but the wrapper was intact if not wrinkled, so with a shrug, you ripped it open and took a bite.

“Thank you,” you said once you had finished the entire thing and your hunger had been staved off for the moment. “You didn’t have to give that to me.”

He gave you an odd look. “It was a mushed up granola bar from my pocket. I don’t know how much gratitude it really warrants, but I guess you’re welcome?”

“I would’ve been hungry until lunch without it,” you explained. “So I’d say it warrants at least a little gratitude.”

Nanami wilted, his already glum countenance greying even more at your words. You furrowed your brow, hoping you had not offended him, but all he did was open the black bag he was carrying and produce a sandwich for you.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “You can have it.”

“Ah, what is that?” you said.

“A sandwich? Do they not have those where you’re from?” he said.

“Of course they have sandwiches where I’m from. I mean, why are you giving it to me?” you said. He pouted and looked away.

“I thought you’d be a lot more annoying,” he said. “But I guess you’re pretty nice. Sorry for not getting you early enough for you to be able to have breakfast.”

“It’s alright,” you said. “Is this yours? I don’t want to take it if you’ll be hungry without it.”

“No, it’s actually something one of the older students made for me,” he said, rubbing the back of the neck. “I don’t really trust him, though, so I wasn’t really planning on eating it.”

“So you gave it to me?” you said with a snort. You hadn’t tasted anything strange in the sandwich, so you didn’t feel alarmed in continuing to eat it, but it remained that there was some humor in Nanami not trusting the sandwich enough to eat yet letting you do so without remorse.

“It’s not like that!” he said. “Er, well, you see, it’s not that the older student would do anything bad to the sandwich — rather, he would think that me eating it would amount to a declaration of friendship, and as I’ve vowed to stay far away from him, that’d be somewhat inconvenient.”

“I get it,” you said. “Is this older student some kind of a criminal?”

“No,” Nanami said.

“A bully?”

“Hm, not necessarily. At least, he’s never seriously cruel, though he does joke around quite a bit.”

“Um…exceptionally stupid?”

“He’s decently smart.”

“Then why do you dislike him so much?” you said, completely befuddled now. Nanami scowled fiercely, crossing his arms and sticking his nose haughtily in the air.

“He’s fucking annoying, that’s why!” he said, and though by all rights he should’ve sounded whiny just then, his voice remained at that same blank pitch. “He might be strong, but don’t be fooled, Y/N, he and that best friend of his are so incredibly immature it’s actually laughable. You’d do well to stay away from them.”

“I will try my best,” you said. You were all but forced to trust Nanami on this one, since you didn’t know anyone else who could confirm or deny his opinion, but you weren’t too disappointed by that. He seemed to be the unbiased sort, and despite the fact that he had almost made you survive the entire morning on nothing more than a single granola bar, you sensed you could trust him a little. “Though the sandwich was admittedly really very good.”

“Don’t tell him you think so,” Nanami warned you. “He’s that kind of guy.”

“Hm?” you said. “What kind of guy?”

“The kind that’s good at everything without trying and consequently has an ego the size of Tokyo,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t want to imagine what he’d be like if he heard that you liked his cooking.”

“I’ll pretend like I thought the sandwich was horrible should we meet,” you promised.

“Smart plan,” he said, pausing as you reached the entrance to a classroom and giving you an intense stare. It was almost frightening, seeing the lifeless Nanami glare at you, and you shrank back. “Listen. Our teacher, he’s a little strange, alright? So just — just ignore it. He’s as strong as he is ridiculous, so if you know what’s good for you, you’ll go along with whatever he says!”

“Um, okay,” you said, all sorts of thoughts brewing in your mind. What manner of person could prompt such a reaction from Nanami? Was your teacher a sadist? Did he really enjoy torturing his poor students? Should you be afraid? Even Yaga had called him an insufferable being, so maybe you’d do well to be cautious.

There were two people in the room. One was a dark haired boy with large, innocent brown eyes sitting at a desk and cheering on the other, who was chugging a bottle neatly labelled bleach. The man drinking had curly black hair and thick brows, which were furrowed over beetle-bright eyes. With a satisfied sigh, he slammed the bottle on the desk, leading the boy to whoop in excitement.

“Congratulations, Hinode, sir! That’s a new record!” he said. Hinode — as in your teacher, Kaito Hinode — high-fived the boy, the smack resounding through the room like thunder. Nanami scoffed under his breath at the display, quiet enough that only you could hear, and then he cleared his throat.

“Hinode, sir, I’ve brought the new student. Her name is Y/N L/N,” he said. Hinode and the other boy turned to look at you and Nanami before turning back to one another and squealing in unison.

“Aww! Nanami is with a woman!”

“Aren’t they sweet together, Haibara? Aren’t they?”

“Yes, yes!”

“What are they talking about?” you said. Nanami rolled his eyes.

“You can just feel free to pretend like they’re not talking at all. You’ll find it a lot easier to respect Hinode if you do,” he said.

“By the way, was he really drinking bleach earlier?” you said, motioning towards the now-empty bottle. Nanami slapped his palm against his forehead.

“He’s like an alcoholic,” he said. “Hinode, sir, you should stop drinking so much. You don’t need any excess cursed energy right now, so what was the reason for wasting perfectly good bleach like that?”

“I’ll have you know that Haibara here was timing me to see how fast I could drain the bottle,” he said. “The faster I can drink on missions, the faster I can react, right? So it’s for research purposes!”

“Sure,” Nanami said. “Whatever you say, sir. Now, you really should introduce yourself to Y/N before continuing to scare her.”

“Right! Y/N, my name is Kaito Hinode and I’ll be your teacher while you’re a first year at the Tokyo campus of Jujutsu Tech. My cursed technique involves drinking poison to boost my cursed energy reserves, which is why I was drinking that bleach just now,” he said.

“Oh, alright,” you said, relieved that he wasn’t the sort of person to just drink bleach for the humor of it.

“And I’m Yu Haibara! I’m your other classmate!” the boy said.

“It’s nice to meet you, Haibara. Please call me Y/N,” you said. He saluted.

“Will do! And it’s nice to meet you as well. I’m so excited to have another classmate!” he said. His cheer was contagious, and you could not help but beam, matching his energy with some of your own.

“Do the both of you have innate techniques?” you said. After hearing about Hinode’s technique, you were invested in learning more about the different ways that sorcery could manifest in a person, and there was no better place to start than the two boys you would spend the next few years learning with.

“I do,” Nanami said. “I forcibly create a weak spot at the ratio point of seven and three.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“It’s relatively simple,” he said, picking up a piece of chalk and drawing something faintly resembling a whale before dividing it up into ten equal pieces and circling one of the divisions. “See this? Seven and three. If I strike at this spot, the effects are devastating.”

“It’s much easier to see it drawn out compared to when you explained it with words,” you admitted sheepishly. He did not quite smile, but the corners of his mouth twitched upwards in approval.

“I don’t have a technique,” Haibara said with a dramatic sigh. “I just reinforce my body with cursed energy and fight hand to hand. It works well enough.”

“More than well enough, since you’ve made it so far,” Hinode said. “I won’t have any of my pupils putting themselves down — you’re definitely not weak just because you lack a technique.”

“That’s true, sir, thank you. What about you, Y/N? Do you have a technique?” Haibara said. You shrugged and then shook your head.

“I don’t think I do, which, according to Yaga, means I don’t. We’re similar in that sense, Haibara,” you said. Hinode squinted at you incredulously.

“Did he really tell you you don’t have a technique?” he said. “It’s obvious you do.”

“Really?” you said. Though you had not been sad about lacking an innate technique, it was nice to hear that Hinode believed you had one. Like a validation, almost, a proof that there was a reason you had been sent to learn sorcery.

“Hummingbird’s Blessing,” he said. “It’s only manifested once in recorded history, and even that was centuries ago, so I don’t blame him for not recognizing it, but it is a technique.”

“How do you know about it, then?” you said. Hinode winced.

“You’ll think I’m a nerd, but the truth is that drinking poison enhances my perception and my memory, both of which came into play in this. One: I had just read a book about extinct techniques the other day, and Hummingbird’s Blessing was briefly mentioned in it. Two: my temporarily enhanced senses allowed me to see the signs of your technique relatively quickly,” he said.

“I guess that checks out,” you said. “What does Hummingbird’s Blessing do? Is it a good technique?”

Hinode pursed his lips. “Well, uh…the book just said that it allows you to borrow the strength of the hummingbird.”

“What does that mean? It’s not like hummingbirds are particularly strong. Actually, I’d even go so far as to call them weak,” you said.

“Right,” Hinode said awkwardly. “It’s okay! Plenty of people with substandard techniques learn to use things like cursed tools to make up for their shortcomings. For example, there’s a sorcerer named Mei Mei who’s so fearsome with just her battle axe that she rarely even uses her technique when fighting, and she’s still one of the strongest sorcerers in the current era.”

“Yeah, plus don’t forget about Kusakabe!” Haibara chimed in. “He doesn’t even have an innate technique, but he’s going to become a grade one sorcerer soon. It’s possible to be strong without having a special grade technique.”

“Exactly,” Hinode said.

“I guess it’s better than having nothing at all,” you said.

“That’s the spirit,” Nanami said boredly, though this was likely easier for him to say as he had an actually effective technique and therefore would not have to work as hard as you and Haibara would to be strong.

“Say! Let’s let that be our first lesson, then,” Hinode said. He must’ve picked up on the way your hopes had surged and then been quashed, and was now doing whatever he could to cheer you up. “Come on, you three. Let’s go to the cursed tools warehouse.”

“Ugh,” Nanami said. “What a hike.”

“Y/N can’t start training if she doesn’t have a weapon of her own,” Hinode explained.

“Do you think I can stock up on stuff, too?” Haibara said, already ten steps ahead of the rest of you. “I know I prefer my fists, but still, it would be good to have a dagger or two at hand, don’t you think? Right, right, Hinode, sir?”

“Yes, sure, if you find something you like and which the Big Three Sorcerer Families won’t throw a fit over you taking, you can have it,” Hinode said. Haibara pumped his fist in the air.

“Alright! Y/N, this is going to be so fun. Think of it like a huge shopping trip!” he said, waiting for you to catch up to him and then throwing a companionable arm around your shoulder.

“I’m very excited,” you said genuinely. “Say, what did Hinode mean when he said you couldn’t take anything that the Big Three Sorcerer Families would be upset about? Who are they?”

“I forgot you weren’t from around here, so of course you wouldn’t know who they are,” Haibara said, his arm dropping back to his side as he frowned in thought. “They run jujutsu society, essentially. Gojo, Kamo, and Zenin: they’re the most powerful, both in terms of technique and influence, so what they say goes. Most of the cursed tools in the warehouse were found by them, so they belong to them until a sorcerer comes along to use them.”

“They’re fine with random people using their weapons?” you said. “If I was that powerful, I wouldn’t want anyone touching my stuff.”

Haibara chuckled. “You underestimate quite how much ‘stuff’ they’ve got stockpiled. Most of the tools never see the light of the day, even with sorcerers combing through the warehouse at leisure. As long as their stronger weapons are left alone, they don’t care that much, although all of the tools from the warehouse have the condition that they must be returned to the warehouse upon the user’s death.”

“That makes sense,” you said, shuddering at the morbid provision. “It probably only benefits them for more sorcerers to be competent at their jobs.”

“Exactly,” Haibara said. “It’s so cool that I get to teach you about all of this stuff. I feel like a tour guide. Am I doing well?”

“You’ve been very helpful so far,” you assured him.

“Thanks! But enough of my talking. What was it like where you went to school before?” he said. You thought back to your old life, which seemed so far away now that it might as well have belonged to a different girl entirely.

“It was nice,” you said. “Normal. I was friends with people who couldn’t even see curses. I didn’t know anything about sorcery; well, to be fair, I still only barely do. Outside of Japan, there’s very few people that actually understand how curses and techniques and all work, and there are no well-defined governing bodies, so misinformation runs rampant. But regardless, I was the daughter of a wealthy man and a beautiful woman, which meant things came easily to me and people liked me very much. That is to say, my schooling and life were entirely mundane.”

“You speak in the past tense,” Haibara said. He was far more perceptive than you had pegged him for, and you smiled bitterly.

“I’ve always been able to see the curses, of course, but when I was younger, it was explained away as me being a little girl with an overactive imagination. Actually, believe it or not, it was seen as something endearing about me,” you said.

“Did that change or something?” Haibara said. “Wait. That was a dumb question. Of course it did.”

“Yes, it did change. As I grew older and older, it became less and less excusable for me to speak up about what I saw. I learned to keep my mouth shut, but it wasn’t enough — my parents always feared me, were always wary around me, treated me like some monster that they had the misfortune of housing. Their final straw was when I was nearly hit by a car because I had run into the road trying to avoid a curse swiping at me. They took me to the nearest sorcerer; he told me I had a hummingbird in place of my heart, which I guess was probably his attempt at describing Hummingbird’s Blessing, and advised me to be sent to Japan. My parents were grateful that there was a reason that their daughter was such a freak. They didn’t question the man telling them to send me to another country. They just…they just did it,” you said.

Haibara’s face scrunched in sympathy. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said. “I don’t blame them. If I was in their shoes, I likely would’ve done the same. It’s hard to be brave about things you can’t understand. Considering that, they were good to me.”

“If you say so,” he said, though he clearly didn’t agree. His attention shifted, and his demeanor abruptly switched as he brightened and pointed at the door you had finally reached. “We’re here!”

“Step aside, Haibara,” Hinode said. “Let me unlock it.”

Haibara rocked back and forth on his heels in anticipation; it was a comical sight, especially next to Nanami, whose shoulders were slumped in defeat as he dejectedly kicked the toe of his left boot against the ground. He had been reluctant to go from the start, and it seemed he had not gotten any happier about the visit during the walk there.

The door creaked as it opened, leading into a vast, cavern-like room stacked with shelves upon shelves of weapons and tools. Some radiated power, while others seemed almost innocuous and harmless, but there was no doubt that all of them possessed at least a modicum of cursed energy. You understood now what Haibara had meant when he said that the Big Three Sorcerer Families didn’t care about a couple of their cursed tools being shared with random sorcerers — in fact, you doubted they would even notice if one or two dozen went missing.

“I know it can seem intimidating, but just close your eyes and trust your cursed energy to find whatever is best for you. It’s an old-fashioned way of doing things, but there’s nothing wrong with going back to the basics; after all, this way, your ego is removed from the picture entirely,” Hinode continued.

“How do I do that?” you said.

“Trust your cursed energy?” he said. You nodded. “It’s the same as feeling your pulse. You aren’t aware of it until you think about it, are you? That’s why you haven’t been able to sense the flow until now. It’ll take some time for you to be able to really harness and use it for anything meaningful, but finding a weapon is rudimentary enough.”

It wasn’t that specific of advice, but you found it was enough. When you really concentrated on trying to feel your cursed energy, you suddenly were unable to escape it. It was everywhere, swirling around you, flitting between your fingers, perching on your limbs, preening at your neck. Hinode was right in that you could not actually direct it to do anything, but you were aware of it now, which, according to your teacher, was sufficient for the moment.

With your eyes screwed tightly shut, you inched through the warehouse. Your cursed energy seemed indifferent to every single tool you passed, and it must have been at least five minutes of walking at a snail’s pace before something finally happened.

You weren’t sure what weapon had sparked the change, but whatever it was, your cursed energy sang in recognition, spiking and aching for the cursed tool, which was on the shelf directly to your left. Reaching out your hands, you felt about until you grasped the cold metal of what could only be a sword. Opening your eyes when you did so, you pulled it out into the light, your cursed energy settling and fading back into the depths of your consciousness, something that you only thought about when reminded to.

It was a sword, as you had assumed. The hilt was made of ivory, the crossguard a warm silver with intricate floral designs made of enamel inlaid into it. The long, slender blade was white and iridescent with cursed energy that sparked when you touched it. The scabbard beside it was rich, dark wood, mounted in gold that was inlaid with the same enamel flower motifs as the crossguard, though on an even finer scale, the patterns more detailed and the colors even brighter.

“It’s so beautiful,” you breathed. You had never thought you would describe a sword with such an adjective, but there was really no other word for it. It was beautiful, as much a work of art as a weapon for battle.

“Special Grade Cursed Tool, Sword of Syrinx,” Hinode said with a laugh. “You have expensive taste.”

“It's a special grade?” you said, almost dropping it.

“At one point, it must’ve deserved the designation, I’m sure. See, it belonged to some sorcerer from the Edo period who supposedly imbued their cursed technique into it while it was being forged, so theoretically it should be a very powerful tool — hence the ranking. However, either that sorcerer was exceptionally weak or no one’s come around that’s managed to really utilize the sword properly, because so far, it’s never been to anyone’s tastes for anything more than tasteful decoration,” he explained.

Your grip tightened around the hilt. “I want it.”

“Are you sure? It’s not a weapon that’ll hold your hand. I mean, no weapon will literally hold your hand — if you’re incompetent, you’re incompetent — but some weapons are easier to use for beginners than others. The Sword of Syrinx, however, has proven useless even in the hands of trained swordsmen such as Atsuya Kusakabe. Do you really think you will be the one to prove it wrong?” Hinode said carefully.

His words were convincing, but something about the Sword of Syrinx called out to you, a mournful humming of energy that begged for you to keep it at your side. It remained, too, that your own cursed energy hadn’t reacted to any of the numerous other weapons in the warehouse, and that had to count for something.

“It was meant for me,” you said, with more conviction than you had ever said anything in your life. “I will use it.”

“Pretty sword, Y/N, are you going to take it?” Haibara said, appearing from behind a shelf, haphazardly balancing stacks of knives in both of his hands. He peered at the sword and then at you, blinking owlishly without care for the precarious situation of what he was holding.

“Be careful with those!” Nanami barked at him before turning to you and raising his eyebrows when he saw the sword in your hands. “The Sword of Syrinx? You’re more ambitious than I realized.”

“It’s not like that. I’m not trying to prove anything. I just…like it,” you said.

“That’s all well and good, but will the clans give up a special grade item to a first year student?” he said. “I mean, sure, the Sword of Syrinx is pretty useless, but it is still a special grade, and you’re an untested sorcerer who — no offense — has shown no indication that you’ll actually be able to wield it.”

“I think Y/N will be able to fight with it,” Haibara defended. You weren’t sure what you had done to earn his loyalty already, but you were immensely grateful for it.

“Ordinarily, that would be a problem, but if she’s really set on using it, then I think things will work out for the better. She’ll have to convince the current owner to let her have it, but I doubt it’ll take very much effort. After all, he’s very, ah, accessible,” Hinode said, smirking just the tiniest bit.

“You don’t mean to say —” Nanami broke off, face pale with horror.

“Say what?” you said politely.

“The owner of that sword is the older student I was talking about earlier,” he said. “The annoying one.”

“The one that made the sandwich!” you said, picking up who he was referring to almost instantly.

“Yes, him. You’ll have to convince him to let you have it,” he said.

“Okay, but why does it even belong to him?” you said. “Why does he have more of a claim to it than I do if we’re both just regular students?”

“The difference is that you are comparatively a normal person, and he is one of the strongest sorcerers alive,” Hinode said. “As well as one of the most highly respected. It’s not that his personality is all too dignified and worthy of admiration; rather, your upperclassman who currently owns the Sword of Syrinx — and who I’m sure Nanami has warned you to stay away from — is none other than the scion and sole representative of the Gojo clan, Satoru.”

#kashimo x reader #kashimo x you #kashimo x y/n #canon au #reader insert #m1ckeyb3rry writes #hurricanes / hummingbirds