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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 9 months

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i’ll go see you again tomorrow (spring is coming to an end) ; sashisu

[ part 0 - first meeting ]

synopsis; the gradual blossoming of a youth shared with three strange classmates, at the weird, isolated boarding school you all attend. as the seasons of your first year together pass, the relationship between you changes into something you don’t need to put into words to understand.

word count; 1.6k

contents; sashisu/reader (but can be read as either platonic or romantic, or something inbetween!! i wrote it with the latter in mind), gn!reader, no curses au (dw they’re all still a little bit insane and damaged), very shoujo manga-esque, reader is a little bit in love with all their friends, just wholesome comfy vibes :), characters may be ooc but pls bear with me </3

a/n; this is the shorter opening piece of a sashisu/reader series i’m writing and the first out of six planned parts!! :> the rest will be much longer this is just me setting the tone. sorta. i’m extremely normal about sashisu and i wanted to write something summery and sweet so <3

you first meet them in a sun-soaked classroom, with blue-tinted windows.

the room in question, clearly not having been of use for some time, is just a little dusty. enough that you notice it, nose scrunching up as your gaze trails over the space.

tiny specks of light dance around, meeting and intersecting between the gaps where streaks of sunlight fall and illuminate the floorboards. they’re oddly mesmerizing, a little hard to forget. the flicker of their movement begins to etch itself into your retinas; for some reason, you can’t quite take your eyes off them.

eventually, your attention is caught by something else, coaxing you into moving your gaze towards the translucent windows. they glimmer softly, tantalizingly in the sunlight, reflecting the blue of the sky. through the glass, it’s all you can see at first — a sky so blue that it’s a little irritating. big, white clouds are scattered like splotches of paint across a blue canvas, treading gently over the boundary of your vision.

in a similar fashion, the ground of the schoolyard is littered with dots of white. for just a second, you delude yourself into thinking that it’s snow; it’s not until you spot the skeletal trees and their pale blossoms that you see them for what they are. soft petals flutter down to the ground eagerly, covering everything in a pure white.

it really is eerily reminiscent of a snowy landscape, ephemeral in its beauty. it gives you the impression of having stepped over some sort of threshold, into another realm, another world entirely. coated in apricot blossoms, soaked in sunlight.

(it shouldn’t be possible from where you’re standing, behind the windows — but the scent reaches you all the same. everything smells of apricots.)

it’s springtime, and you’re in the prime of your youth.

a youth you’re about to share with three other kids, all standing in front of you and wearing mildly indifferent expressions as you give each other a brief glance.

you try not to stare too hard, but it’s difficult to resist the temptation. three new classmates, mysterious and just slightly intimidating; two guys, and one girl. the tiny glances you steal at them aren’t very sneaky, but you doubt they’d care, when they’re all doing the same.

you study their appearances, eager to sate the curiosity clawing at your heart.

the girl is pretty.

the expression on her face is laid-back, almost bored, and she looks a little like she doesn’t quite want to be here. her hair reaches down to her chin, just barely, brown and smooth and silky. estimating her exact height is a little tough; you can tell she’s fairly short, but you don’t know how much of it is exaggerated, courtesy of her placement between the other two. their lanky legs and broad shoulders only make her look smaller in comparison.

her eyes are chestnut-coloured, a little dim, somewhat hazy. there’s a mole under one of her eyes, too, and you’re acutely aware of how charming you find it. you’re relieved to have at least one girl in your class, anyhow. you hope she’s nice.

the boy on her right is pretty, too.

he’s much taller, and wearing a somewhat serious expression, but something about him feels almost comforting all the same. he seems relaxed, but also sharp, as his eyes trail across the room. his hair is black and silky, and it’s long — or so you assume, judging by the fact that he’s got it in a bun. two things about him stand out in particular; one, the black gauges on his ears, and two, a single lock of hair framing his face. his hair is tied up and neat, prim and proper, with the exception of his bangs. you don’t think it looks bad, exactly, but it’s an odd choice.

at first glance, you think his eyes are black, but when a ray of sunlight falls across his face you realize that they’re brown. a deep colour, oddly soothing, warm. little sparks of amber glitter in the depths of his irises, illuminated only by the sun. it gives you the impression that there’s more to him than meets the eye.

then there’s the other boy.

he’s the most intimidating out of the three, without a doubt, though you still can’t pinpoint exactly why. he strikes you as particularly unnerving; maybe it’s the expression on his face, that you can’t seem to identify. he’s also tall, very tall, even taller than the other guy — though only by a smidge. he towers over you slightly, and that unnerves you even further. there’s something in the way he’s standing that almost seems a little menacing. his hair is white, and soft, and just a tad messy. and he’s wearing a pair of round sunglasses, even though you’re indoors.

you can’t see his eyes well, behind the black glass, but you get the vague impression that they’re blue when sunlight cascades down the contours of his face and reflects in them.

you take another moment to simply look at them, observing them, as if trying to reach some sort of conclusion about what they’re like. it doesn’t really work, but you do get some semblance of an impression.

finally, your teacher clears his throat, breaking the silence of the classroom — urging you to hurry up and get the introductions done and over with. the impatient reminder snaps all four of you out of your collective trance.

the first person to speak up is the boy with the weird bangs. that alone gives you a sense of his personality; polite, proper, the first to do the thing no one really wants to do.

”my name is suguru geto,” he begins, well mannered. ”it’s nice to meet you.” his voice is pleasant, somehow. nice to listen to. there’s something comforting about it, that you can’t quite place; it sounds almost familiar, like you’ve heard it all your life.

then, the cute girl chimes in, casual and unbothered as she fiddles with something in her pocket. ”shoko ieiri. just call me shoko,” she says, short and sweet.

she really is pretty, you muse, bathed in the streaks of sunlight falling haphazardly across the room. and she seems nice, not uptight or obnoxious; the kind of person that’s easy to talk to, easy to be friends with. you think you like her already. but she notices your lingering stare, and so you look away, gaze falling to the floorboards.

finally, after a slight pause, the boy with the sunglasses speaks up. you still can’t get a good read on his expression. ”… satoru gojo,” is all he says, and you can’t seem to grasp his tone of voice, either.

it irks you, though. you’re not sure why. you almost get the sense that he thinks he’s appeasing you, by introducing himself, like hearing his name is a priviliege. that, and you feel a little like you’re being dissected when his gaze falls on you — like he’s weighing your value, deciding your worth. you think you almost catch a glimpse of his eyes behind the black tint of his glasses, and they strike you as acutely menacing, bright blue and uncanny. you decide that you don’t like him, and that his sunglasses are kinda ugly.

their gazes fall on you, at last.

you’re the only one whose name they don’t know, now. it’s a kind of power, in a way, the power of mystery. intrigue. their stares feel heavy on your skin, and you feel more than a little nervous; but you’re intent on following the silent cue, all the same.

and you do so, dutifully, raising your hand up in a silent hello before tentatively saying your name. then, in a voice you hope doesn’t come across as bored or unpleasant:

”— it’s nice to meet you.”

some of them hum in affirmation, as if to say it’s nice to meet you too — others remain silent. even when the introductions are finished, you continue to look at each other, vaguely and discreetly, as if trying to look inside each other’s heads.

but then your teacher begins to speak, in an authorative voice, and you’re snapped out of the trance, once more.

he babbles on and on, about something you’re sure is important, something about the school and the classes you’ll be having and the dorms and so on. you try to listen, you really do, but it’s tough — you vaguely get the gist, but all you can really think about is your classmates, still so mysterious and intimidating.

you try to repeat their names, inside your mind, trying to ingrain them into your memory.

suguru geto, shoko ieiri, and satoru gojo.

you still don’t really know what to think about them. shoko will probably be fairly easy for you to warm up to, but the other two are a different story. all three of them seem to have strong personalities, reflected in their eyes; a dim hazel, a deep umber, and a stark azure. you don’t know what’s hidden in them, but you have a strange inkling that you will, in due time.

that’s how the four of you meet. and in this moment, as you look into their eyes for the first time, you have no idea how much your life has changed — how much they’ll change it for the better.

you only know that it’s springtime, and that you’re in the prime of your youth.

a youth you’re about to spend with these three kids in front of you, who you know nothing about. some part of your soul urges you to find out, for yourself.

maybe you will.

(outside the sun-soaked classroom, through the blue-tinted windows, the world observes your meeting with bated breath and barely contained excitement.)

part i

#title is taken from the lyrics of yorushika’s ’spring thief’ btw i listened to it while writing this n cried <3 its sooo sashisu.#anyway!!! this series ended up kinda reader-centric but the focus is meant to be on the relationship between all 4 of them #its just… really easy to analyze the characters from a third party pov. and im a shameless self inserter so. x reader it is!#this series is also my excuse to (attempt to) analyze sashisu as a trio/individually but idk if my own interpretation will align w/ canon #in my defense theyre a lot less traumatized in a no curses au #but i still wanted to try and explore their high school selves + their issues w/ intimacy and trust n all that. im obsessed with them.#so i hope i did a decent job :’) anyway thats enough ranting in the tags if u read this far i am in Love With You #sashisu x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #sashisu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #shoko ieiri #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #…. i think thats all #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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ianitegal56 · 10 months

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It's done. Kuuga is finished.

Okay so about this show: FUCKKKK

Anyway my actual thoughts with my random accompanying screenshots (and be warned of length)

Kuuga was fantastic. Genuinely think that was one of the most engaging Tokus I've seen. The pacing? Phenomenal. At the start it's a bit bare but that's alright. It grows on you as the episodes go by. The way the Grongi are structured works really well with the format because it allows for there to be a logical progression in both power and story. Speaking of, the way the story actually brings up the fights with the realization of the killings being different games. They make reference to early fights because they matter. Even if the format is two-part episodic, it works.

I love love love Godai. He's the sort of person who you want to be your friend. His optimism all the time is so infectious. That makes the few moments where he almost breaks that much more powerful. To see his fist clench and then to let it go away to talk about hope. Gahh. He handled his own exit so well because he said his goodbyes, did the fight, and then just left. Riders and their fucking love of walking off into the sunset to fight their own demons??? I want to kiss it.

Him and Kotaro just walked off to deal with their demons. Love them for it.

Now the supporting cast;

Each is fantastic in their own right. If I was to go out on a limb I feel like each is supposed to represent a different and unique human emotion or experience. I can't explain why. Don't ask. Godai's sister as a teacher acts both as someone who has faith in Godai while also showing the child element of the show. (Riders are supposed to be the protectors of kids right?) I absolutely adored the early bits of tension between the two siblings about Godai's transformations. Even in the later episodes when the kids are fighting and they're forced to solve the problem without Godai that was supposed to show how people can move on without him to protect those smiles.

Did I hear tension with Godai? Sawatari is best girl. I'm not fighting over this and will refuse to say anything else. But anyway the chemistry between her and Godai as close friends oozed from their scenes. Their fights over Godai's overall transformation and his habit of climbing through the window was so... real. He literally stays to help her finish her thesis??? How can you ask for more from a friend??? And even in the end she leaves the window open ready for his return someday. Also I'm a simp for archeologists. This is non-negotiable.

Now Tsubaki is a goat. I am a sucker for the "I'm so over helping you for a friend but I'm going to slowly become besties with you" doctors. His stupid flirting attempts and way of joking bounced off Godai was just perfect, even when the latter was knocked out. Plus he was a man on a mission, who failed at getting the girl in the end because my age ass still loves you.

Enokida. The disaster mom of the year. Honestly even if her parts weren't the main focus she was really good. The show did a really good job of showing the real mental effects of a situation like the show presents and doesn't talk down to people about it. Even in the end with her very subtle (I hope not) relationship with Jean that sort of just blossomed was handled really well. The little confirmation with the Disneyland thing??? My heart man.

I also heart the other few reoccurring cops. Gotta love them for putting up with the bullshit. And trying.

So the other more minor characters, I genuinely really enjoyed and loved how the show kept bringing them up. No one was really 'forgotten' by the plot for a one episode thing. People came back. Godai's teacher is a great example, same with Miku. They acted as great vessels for the smaller episodes scale wise and helped with the fluff. Even Minori's other teacher friend that was pregnant. God she's a character I would genuinely write an essay on. The episodes where she worries aloud for her kid and still has hope was so good. Fantastic writing. And even she came back in the end with her baby!!!

breathes in,

So about Ichijo. I think as a deuteragonist he is perfection. The way he tries to be a stone cold cop who focuses on his job and overworks himself like Enokida who both poke fun at each other because of it. Being a cop lets him have those moments alone in the car having those brief times of doubt. The way him and Godai bounce off each other in this very relatable way was so well done. The show doesn't need to sell you on the trust they have, it just lets itself speak. With the way he goes after B1 and their encounters are so unique. Her saying she would be with him??? Gahh. And she even called him a warrior, a man without powers except for his quick thinking and guns. Plus he also rides a motorcycle?? Something is absolutely magical about that man. And I'm not just talking about the fact he was the one who touched face with everyone afterwards. He cares so much. He even smiles more 😭. The final battle was also so unique with their interactions beforehand. He is tasked with taking Godai down in case things go south and the trust just oozes out of the scene. The worry on his face and even the simple fact Godai never properly said goodbye to him. It's implied I guess but their last exchange was about watching over the other. Afterwards too with his apology to Godai about getting him involved just makes my heart ache. Such a strong character.

The reason Godai has both of his bikes in the last fight is because his bestie drove the other with him in the snow

Quick note; the Grongi are cool. Mad that the official subtitles actually have translations for their language but the other version doesn't. They had the lighting drip and the human form drip. Felt like a couple of them to beat anyone in a rizz off. Their actual monster forms were good but I will say I kinda wish I could've been able to tell their original animal/plant inspiration. Black made it obvious where RX was just difficult sometimes. The two leaders had so much presence. I mean she used fucking rose petals and had a white rose on her forehead with a red feather boa. Even the officer who stayed in the sides taking note of the numbers was so good. You cannot beat that.

The opening and endings were really good and the flipping of the verses were good. The visuals were on point too. The OST was alright overall with not many memorable tracks besides those.

So overall a fantastic show. I genuinely enjoyed it and would easily recommend it if you've gotten this far. I can't say more than just watching the show and I didn't even touch on the novel or manga.

9/10 or 10/10 depending on my mood. And I'll keep smiling for you Godai.

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