#so for me it's unexpected to see a grade higher than that

[crabdrabbles]

Hiii Crab so happy to see you write outside of our rants/idea chats and my fellow delulu cod enjoyer! Would love to request Platonic!141 + Reader (sorry if this is long and somewhat confusing lol). You can do headcanons, drabble or whatever you comfy for. An idea that popped in my head kinda semi personal: Civ or 141! Reader though has parents and family is the reader is quite something else. Reader despite having somewhat normal upbringing still feel empty; they shouldn't be feeling this numb and empty deep inside of them. The reader craves the love that they give but couldn't or lack of receiving it back, though they don’t expect it or selfishly want it. Just someone who understands them even in their deepest darkest secret or flaw then boom cue the task force 141 unexpected yet welcoming to their life and maybe the one that the Reader can lean and let them be vulnerable on (finally).  

Take your time on doing this Looking for to your other writing genuinely -Cee, your fellow Soap delulu

GN!Reader & 141 (Mostly Price)

Warnings: Slight angst Ships: None. A/N: This absolutely ran away from me and I do not at all regret it, hope you enjoy, Cee!!! Words: 3549

Almost your entire life had been a cycle of self doubt that also started to churn and twist into self-hatred. You blamed yourself for the feelings. Afterall, you had a relatively normal upbringing. Two parents who were both present in your life, both of whom worked so that you all had food on the table and a roof over your head. A luxury that very few had.

The least you could do for them is follow the path that they wanted to put you on, no matter how much you didn’t want to do it. Because you loved them. 

So you excelled in your education, studying hard to try and impress your parents– to make them love you just as much as you loved them for everything that they did for you for your entire life. They wanted you to do all three sciences despite the additional workload it would add to your already stretched thin time? Then you would do them, take any extra classes after school in order to keep up with the work and not lag behind any of your peers. 

There was no such thing as a social life, either, not when you had homework and projects due. Friends were few and far between. Generally, most people left when they realised how hyper focused you were on your grades instead of social interaction. 

Did a classmate get a higher grade than you on a test? Well obviously you didn’t study hard enough, you just needed to dedicate more time to school even though school was all you had.

Did you get the highest marks in the class? Good, that was what was expected of you. Why didn’t you get full marks? You were better than that. You would do better because you loved your family. They showed it in their own way, of course, by encouraging you to study harder and get better grades. That was their love language, and yours was doing as they asked without a second thought. Because, at the end of the day, you were lucky to have an upbringing like you had. You would ignore the hollow void clawing at your chest because you had no right to feel that way– not when you had a roof over your head and parents that loved you(?).

It was when you came top of the class with full marks in a recent test, you came home with a beaming smile on your face and proudly showed the test to your parents. They took the papers from your hands, flipping through your work with critical eyes, before handing the papers back to you. 

‘Well done, we’re so proud of you.’ That was all you wanted them to say to you. That was all you needed to hear. To know that they loved you. 

‘Your penmanship is terrible.’ Was what you got instead. When you tried to point at the big 100% in green pen, you were waved away. ‘How are you expected to get a job when you write like a child? I’m surprised the teacher could even read your answers’. 

After several years of balancing a work and educational life and paving a way for a line of work that you didn’t want for parents you should have been grateful to have, you decided that enough was enough. 

No matter how hard you worked, no matter how high your marks were, they would never be proud of you. They would never return the love that you had for them until you nearly killed yourself trying. 

Spending your entire childhood, teenagehood and all of your current adulthood trying to please your parents predictably would damage one’s psyche. You had no friends, family who had never been devoted to you as you were to them, and high grades serving as the foundations to a prison-like future.

You dropped out of University. The only option forward that you saw was joining the army in the vain hope that the empty feeling inside of you would dissipate when you actually did something that you believed was more worthwhile than any University course. 

So you threw yourself into the military, working harder than all of the other recruits and training at every chance you could.

Your skills and determination became widely recognised amongst your peers. It took several years, but you eventually caught the eye of none other than Captain John Price. 

Impressed by your willpower that not many soldiers possessed, he offered you a place on the 141. 

Naturally, you agreed. You believed that being part of such a well renowned and respected team would finally beat back the lingering self doubt and emptiness that had curled itself around your heart.

It didn’t. If anything, it made it worse.

You were invited to join the 141, sure, but they had already established their own relationships between each other, had already bonded into a close knit group, and you were simply an outsider. Yes, you had been hand picked by Price himself, but that didn’t mean you were part of the team. They had their own inside jokes that they told to one another, leaving you feeling left out on most days.

And you felt… lacking around them. Ghost was stronger, Gaz was faster, Soap was smarter (he was a demolitions expert for crying out loud!), and Price was almost all of those rolled into one. They all complimented each other as a team. Meanwhile you felt like a spare tyre, a master of nothing and barely a jack of any trade. 

Despite how you felt about it all, they all called you ‘kid’. Regardless of age gaps between yourself and the rest of them, the nickname stuck mostly because you were the newbie. It came as a surprise that it wasn’t spat with vitriol as your peers before had, but it was in fact said with… an affection you couldn’t quite place.

You couldn’t ignore the hole in your chest that had been chipped at over the years, forming a gaping maw that no reassurances could really mend. 

Doubt lingered in the back of your mind, chipping away at your sanity as you prepared for the worst. How long would it take before they realised you weren’t good enough? 

You were so deep in your doubts that you didn’t realise that you had been distancing yourself even more than before until you overheard a conversation in Price’s office a few months down the line.

“-- they don’t belong on the team.” Gaz said as you passed Price’s office and your heart dropped. It was only the tailend of what he had been saying but you had gotten the gist. You wanted to stay, to listen to the conversation more and listen to what your team had to say about you, but you didn’t. What you were going to hear were likely things you had already told yourself right from the start. You keep walking on, ignoring the sting of tears burning in the corners of your eyes. The blood rushing in your ears prevented you from heating the rest of the conversation. 

“-- not only are they acting like they don’t belong on the team, but they’re acting like they’re not good enough.” Gaz continued, sighing in frustration.

“Maybe they need more time.” Ghost rumbled in reply, “Let them come out of their shell a little bit. Best not rush these things.” He was talking from experience, after all.

“Aye… maybe I can invite them out for drinks or sommat? I wouldn’t want them getting transferred before we got to know them a little more.” Soap had been the one that had tried the hardest to get close to you but had also tried to give you space so as to not suffocate you with his personality. 

“They won’t be getting transferred.” Price said with conviction, tapping his desk, “I chose them to be part of this team and this is where they’re going to stay. Let me have a word with them first.”

“Aye, sir.”

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You found yourself in the smoker’s shelter outside the main building. It was late enough that most of the soldiers had gone to bed or off to do their own things elsewhere so you doubted that you would be bothered for a little while. Just enough time for you to get your thoughts together. Your tears had dried in your eyes a few minutes ago, making them sting in the cold air. You didn’t need to look in your reflection to know that you probably looked like a wreck– entirely unbecoming of a soldier of your apparent status. 

You didn’t want to get transferred. Despite your distance with the 141, you didn’t hate them. Far from, actually, you held a great deal of respect for each and every one of them. It was just that you felt like you didn’t have your place amongst them. Not good enough to be associated with them. 

“Bit late to be out here in the cold, chuck.” A voice startled you out of your thoughts– one that you would recognise anywhere from the low rasp of a smoker's lungs. 

“Captain.” You croaked, wincing at the patheticness in your voice. There was a scuff of boots as Price came closer, leaning into your line of vision with a furrowed brow which only furrowed more as he took in your dishevelled appearance.

“Something on your mind?” He asked kindly, perching on the arm of the bench to give you some personal space. He left his question open, allowing you any chance to steer the conversation how you wanted to. There was no judgement for catching you at your lowest, no disgust at your red rimmed eyes— just polite understanding and a non verbal offer of pleasant company. 

“Why did you pick me, Captain?”

The question made him tilt his head, a frown beginning to tug on his features. You were worried you had insulted him.

“What brought this on, huh? Someone say something to you? Need me to have a word with them?” He straightened his back, scowling. Whilst you felt like you didn’t have a place in the 141, you could never deny the shield of protectiveness that Price held over his team. You remember in the back of your mind the day that some General who thought he was hot shit had the audacity to undermine Soap as nothing more than a ‘yappy dog’ when offered the Scot’s demolitions expertise. Price had appeared almost out of thin air and almost ripped the General a new one and things would have escalated into a fist fight had Laswell not intervened. It wasn’t as though Price didn’t think his own soldiers were capable of defending themselves, but he couldn’t care less about punishments aimed his own way over that of his Sergeants and Lieutenant. It was just a surprise that the protective streak extended over you, too, despite your distance to your teammates.

“I’ll sound stupid.” You mumbled, looking down at the ground as if expecting him to chastise you like a child. He didn’t.

“I’ve had my fair share of stupid over the years. Try me.”

“... and ungrateful.”

“I once had a guy punch me in the face two seconds after I took a bullet that would have killed him.” Price countered with a cut off chuckle once he remembered what was probably a mission long finished and cleared his throat. “C’mon, tell Captain what’s on your mind.”

And he sounded so sincere when he said it. Sounded like he genuinely wanted to hear what was going on in your head– that he was willing to waste what was already his important and limited time on someone like you. 

“Sir—”

“John.” Price corrected gently, crows feet more noticeable at the corners of his eyes scrunched up when he smiled, “We’re off duty, you don’t need to be so formal.”

“... John.” You echoed, finding that you really didn’t like saying that. It felt like calling your teacher by their first name in primary school or a classmate’s parent other than their last name. 

“Now, c’mon, tell me what’s on your mind. Might not be a therapist, but I’m better than bottling it up.” You wondered in the back of your mind how often Price did this. Sat with his soldiers and talked with them, offered them a listening ear to hear their vents and fears. You couldn’t help but feel honoured to be one of the few he willingly offered said time to. Your silence stretched on as you thought of the words to say, how to phrase what you wanted to say without sounding unappreciative of the opportunity that Price had offered you when he requested you join his team. 

“I don’t feel like I belong here.” You blurted once the silence had stretched on for long enough to border on uncomfortable. John’s face fell and you quickly realised how bad that sounded and rushed to correct yourself.

“No, no, wait, let me explain–” the Captain closed his mouth to allow you to continue speaking, but you could tell that it was hard for him. “I just… you could have anyone better than me, you know? I’m not a demolition expert. I’m… I’m not the best Sniper. I’m the slowest on the team, pretty sure I’m the weakest–”

“Nope.” Price interrupted, finally breaking the bubble of your personal space as he took a proper seat next to you on the bench but still respecting the distance enough to keep a few inches between you. “Nope, not lettin’ you say another word.”

“But–” 

“Nope.”

“Cap–”

“No.”

“But you could have anyone better—“

“But they wouldn’t be you.” He deflected easily. Far too easily. He leant back on the bench, crossing one leg over the other as he folded his arms over his chest. His fingers twitched and you could tell he was itching for a cigar but didn’t light one out of respect. 

“Alright, sure, I can ask Laswell to give me one of the best soldiers in the SAS and have them brought here tomorrow. They could be the best of the best, top of their class, better than you and maybe even better than me. But that’s a bit of a stretch.” He winked and earned a weak chuckle from you. “But they won’t be you. I don’t pick just on skill alone, kid, I pick based on how I feel people would fit into the team. I chose you because I knew that you’d be perfect.”

“As for not being a demolitions expert, let  me let you in on a little secret. I’ve no fucking clue about demolitions, either. And you don’t have to be on the team to be the ‘best Sniper’. You’re better than most, and that’s what’s important. As for being the weakest– did you or did you not bodily lift Gaz in a fireman’s carry during training the other week while he was trying to act as an injured civilian? Quite dramatically, might I add. Swooned and everything.”

You remembered that practice mission. Quite fondly, actually. Gaz was a civilian and , after being struck by a foam bullet from Soap, had dramatically screamed in agony and crumpled to the floor. When you had lifted him up and over your shoulders, the bastard continued to wail something along the lines of telling his non-existent spouse that he loved them and that his money be given to his equally non-existent children. Soap got in another shot to the man’s head, knocking off his cap in the process. Distracted as you were trying to haul your teammate out of the danger zone, you couldn’t help but laugh thinking about it now. 

“Last time I checked, Gaz is somewhat heavier than a sack of flour. Don’t tell him I said that, I’ll hurt his feelings.” Price was right, you supposed. You were more than capable of carrying Gaz over your shoulders, maybe even Soap or Price himself if the time called for it. Ghost you weren’t so sure about, though. The man was a walking mountain. 

“What I’m trying to say is that you have to give yourself more credit. You’re more than good enough to be on my team. I chose you for a reason.”

You… did not expect that sort of reassurance from Price. You had hoped for something along those lines, yes, but perhaps with a thrown in criticism or three. You waited for a ‘but’ that never came. The man snorted beside you and when you gave him a quizzical look, he waved off your concern.

“Shit, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think the next thing out of your mouth would be that your parents never hugged you as a kid.”

Your silence made him slowly turn his head towards you. It would have almost been comical if the situation wasn’t. His face crumbled and a wounded sound emerged from his throat.

“Sometimes they did!” You rushed to defend the people that raised you. “And they gave me food and shelter, clothes when I needed them–”

“Fucking hell. No, that’s what they’re supposed to do because they’re your parents. What about telling you that they were proud of you? That they loved you? I saw your records. Top of your class in not just your training but in your education, too. Triple sciences, mathematics, all of it. They had to be proud of you for that? My parents would have killed for me to get even a passing grade in my GCSEs.” You looked down at the ground and it was Price’s turn to have his eyes fixed on you. 

“They were proud of you, weren’t they?” He asked again, leaning forwards so he could catch your eye, his own filled with concern. “Kid?”

“I don’t talk to them much anymore.” 

Price inhaled sharply and he leaned back again, looking around and clenching his jaw as if fighting back his anger. His fingers twitched again. You admired his self control as he was still yet to grab a cigar that you knew he kept on his person. Usually in his breast pocket while his lighter was in his right pocket.

“Listen to me.” The Captain said, a more stern edge to his voice now that he had gathered his thoughts together. “Whatever your family said to you— how they treated you? Forget it. They showed you obligation. Not love. They didn’t want what was ‘best’ for you, they wanted bragging rights. What you’ve achieved– here, in bootcamp, in university and in school, is something to take pride in– no, no, look at me.”

Your gaze had trailed to the side so you avoided looking at your Captain in the eyes. He noticed and clicked his fingers to gain your attention back on him.

“Don’t look away from me because I want you to listen to what I’m gonna say and I want you to look at my face as I say it.” Your eyes met his blue ones, “You should be proud of everything that you’ve achieved in your life. I’m sorry that your family never told you that and I’m sorry that I haven’t said that enough to you since you joined 141.”

You opened your mouth to say something– to argue or disagree but he shook his head.

“No. It’s my turn to speak now. I’m proud of you. I am so proud of you. Everything you’ve done and everything that you’re yet to do, I will always be proud of you. You’re an exemplary soldier and I knew the moment I saw you that you would be a perfect addition to the 141 and you have proved me right time and time again. You belong on this team just as much as the rest of the boys. Do you understand?”

So many words– proud, proud, proud. That’s all you had wanted to hear for so many years from someone whose opinion mattered to you. You wanted to be seen and Price, this godsend of a man, had seen you and more.

“Kid, do you understand me?”

You nodded once and then realised that Price wouldn’t have been able to tell through your shaking. Tears blurred in the corners of your eyes and you nodded again, not trusting your voice in case it shattered. 

“What do you need from me?” Price’s voice was oh so soft, like he was talking to a frightened fawn. He could see how much his words had affected you and it clearly broke his own heart.

“A hug.” Your bottom lip wobbled and his face softened as he opened his arms, twitching his fingers to urge you closer.

“I can do that.” 

You leaned into him and he quickly wrapped his arms around you, drawing you in close. You could smell the lingering scent of his last cigar. The smell of his office and cleaning oil. You felt his chin on the top of your head and felt how his chest rumbled as he spoke.

“You’re part of the 141 whether you like it or not, alright? Me and the boys want you here for as long as you want to be.”

At that moment, for the first time in your life. You felt wanted. You felt appreciated and you felt seen.

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[kumememe]

if you still got a Felix thirst how about a classic enemy to lovers fic! Like maybe they are rivals they turn everything into a competition, everyone already thinks they are dating but it isn’t until some one tells Felix about it he sees it. Bonus points if the reader is bragging about his win and Felix just kisses him

class fight (felix catton x m!reader [req])

note: this is so cute! though i wish i could have more of the other characters too. still, i am on my felix catton diet so i'll just pour out all my knowledge on this. warnings: not proofread, grammar is ICKY, just pure fluff.

let'sa go!

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once upon a monday afternoon, in bustling webbe college, were two ambitious souls that clashed against each other in the most unexpected way. who are these two? well, they were felix catton and y/n l/n, of course. the two were opposites of one another, striking a stark contrast; felix catton being the popular and affluent student, his brilliance shining effortlessly through the college campus, while y/n l/n was the quiet and kind one, exuding a demeanor that resonated deep within people like him. if felix was inside the busy clubs, bustling with loud music while he drank and danced the night away, picking and choosing people he wanted to chat up, y/n would be in his dorm room, pulling one all-nighter after another, drinking coffee until his heart pumped at a million beats per second.

their first encounter was rather pleasant, with felix, being the social butterfly he is, approaching y/n with interest as they were both new in oxford. y/n was civil and would talk to felix regarding school, greeting him and generally having pleasant chats with the aloof male. however, something changed one day when the professor set up a challenge. the challenge was for whoever finished their project first by the end of the week would get an incentive in their final grade average. with the two being competitive, they managed to finish and pass it at the same time. with a small fight between the two, the professor bargained and gave the points to felix, which infuriated y/n. ever since then, the two have been competitive with each other.

some days, it was all about playful banter, but other times, things got real. the serious moments often revolved around their studies and projects, igniting tension in the room. the palpable strain between them during classwork could be sliced with a butter knife, yet they couldn't resist clashing nonetheless.

even amidst their clashes, felix couldn't shake the feeling of missing the rivalry with y/n whenever they were apart. it seemed absurd, yet deep down, he understood that his life lacked a certain thrill without them. the banter, the tension—it was all a part of what made his days feel alive. it was strange, indeed, but at some point, he was starting to enjoy their competitiveness. their so-called "fights" were so amusing to him to the point where he couldn't help but smile when remembering the ridiculousness of each one: one where they clashed about whose writing is better, another where they argued about who scored higher in the major exams, and more. it was addicting.

felix stood in the halls of webbe college, talking to his posse as he recognized a familiar patch of hair walking by. he smirked, ready to tease his so-called rival named y/n. "hey, l/n. ready to score lower than me again?" he teased, smiling slightly as he saw y/n roll his eyes at felix, scoffing as he muttered, "you wish, catton." he stuck his tongue out playfully, walking past felix as he let his gaze linger for a bit. felix shook his head as he yelled out, "careful, you might trip on the next interim!" y/n turned back and showed him the middle finger, which made felix feign offense. y/n grinned as he walked away. felix watched him get smaller and smaller as he got further away, amused as he felt his heart beating faster.

felix's friend, noticing his lingering gaze, nudged him with a playful smirk. "hey, you seem awfully fixated on y/n. got a crush on him or something?" they teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively. felix scoffed, shaking his head vehemently. "as if! he's just my annoying competition," he retorted defensively, though his cheeks betrayed a slight flush. his friend chuckled knowingly but didn't press further, instead opting to change the subject. but as felix watched y/n disappear down the hallway, he couldn't deny the flutter in his chest, wondering if maybe there's more to their rivalry than meets the eye. it was just a mere question, but why did it make his heart stop, his stomach churn, and his cheeks flush with redness? he knew the answer but refused to let it out. instead, he swallowed it up inside and acted as if he wasn't aware.

at a quiet saturday afternoon, felix smokes a cigarette by his dorm room window as he rants about some interaction he had with y/n a few days ago. on the other side of the room was his half-cousin farleigh, who was typing away on his laptop as he listened lazily in half-interest. "- and he was so smug about it. it was so annoying, farleigh. seriously, if you saw y/n's face when he showed off his perfect marks, you probably would have been angry as well," felix said as he takes a puff of his cigarette.

farleigh rolls his eyes at his cousin, smirking as he continued his work. "god, the way you say it makes it sound like you're obsessed with him."

felix raises a brow at farleigh, turning his gaze onto the brown-skinned boy. "excuse me? obsessed is a stretch, isn't it?"

farleigh shakes his head, "i wouldn't say stretch, honestly. it's just a fact." he says bluntly, before chuckling. "i mean, you guys basically look like you're a couple."

felix stops in his tracks, feeling his cheeks heat up as he clears his throat, acting as if that doesn't hit a nerve in him. "pfft, as if." he said defensively, studying farleigh's slightly surprised expression at his words.

"…what?" felix mutters.

"wait… you aren't dating each other?" farleigh asks quietly.

"yeah- no, we aren't."

. . .

"…why? do you think me and y/n are dating?" felix answers quickly, a little too quickly which makes farleigh skeptical. however, the latter doesn't question it as he hums.

"you want me to be honest?" farleigh asks, to which felix gives him the silent approval with his eyes. "almost everyone i know thinks you two are dating. probably because of the way you look at each other." farleigh finishes, as he continued on with his work, leaving felix to think for himself as he looked outside the window.

realization hits felix at farleigh's honesty. it dawns on him like a sudden burst of light in the darkness of his mind. the countless banters, the heated debates, the shared glances filled with unspoken challenges—all of it flashes before him like scenes from a movie. in the midst of their competitive spirit, amidst the back-and-forth of their verbal fights, felix realizes that there's something more beneath the surface. it's not just about proving who's better anymore; it's about the exhilarating rush he feels whenever he's around y/n. the way his heart quickens at the mere thought of their next encounter, the warmth that spreads through him when they share a rare moment of camaraderie amidst their rivalry—it all points to something deeper, something he's been trying to deny but can no longer ignore. felix realizes, with a mix of astonishment and acceptance, that his feelings for y/n have evolved far beyond mere competition. they've transformed into something undeniable, something that he can no longer deny—a love that has grown from the seeds of rivalry.

he doesn't know what to do with this information, and just stares into the blue patches of sky.

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the next few weeks go by with felix's feelings only being further solidified at each interaction he had with y/n, in class, by the halls, by the field—his feelings intensified for the (skkin color) male. he found himself noticing every detail about y/n: the way his hair fell in messy waves, the sparkle in his eyes when he was passionate about something, the curve of his smile that could brighten even the gloomiest of days. every moment spent in y/n's presence seemed to deepen felix's affection, weaving its way into the fabric of his being until it became an inseparable part of him. despite his attempts to rationalize and suppress his emotions, felix couldn't deny the undeniable pull he felt towards y/n, a pull that grew stronger with each passing day. it was as if y/n had become the focal point of his universe, and no matter how hard he tried, felix couldn't escape the gravitational force of his love.

as the lecture ends, felix and y/n were called by the professor to congratulate them on how well they have been doing in class. the two would thank the professor gratefully, before y/n asks something. "so… may i ask who did the best for the last interim?" he said in an anticipating voice, and his professor pauses as he packs up his stuff.

once he packed up his laptop in his bag, " you really want to know?" he asks the two, in which they both nod. the professor sighed as he smiled at felix, then turning to y/n. "you did the best, you scored a point higher." he said as he swiftly makes an exit, yelling out a 'good job' as he did so.

y/n grins wide as he turns to felix, immediately begins teasing him. "ah! i win." he said in triumph, playfully sticking his tongue out as he celebrated. felix smiles fondly at the cute celebration, crossing his arms as he watches the latter brag about his exam. y/n notices how felix did not roll his eyes at him or become hasty to rebutt him, and slowly stops his mini celebratory dance. y/n smiles lightly, "why are you smiling? where's the snark?" y/n said as he lets out a light laugh, confused.

felix shrugs, walking towards y/n quietly with small grin. "well, you beat me fair and square." he said nonchalantly, "i'm impressed."

y/n licks his dry lips at the compliment, looking away as he lets out an awkard laugh. "oh stop, you're being weird." he says, "what have you done to the real felix catton?" he jokes.

however, felix doesn't laugh as he reaches over with his hand to cup y/n's face gently. y/n's breath hitches, his eyes widening in surprise at the sudden intimacy. a million thoughts race through his mind, but in that moment, none of them seem to matter as he leans ever so slightly into felix's touch, his heart pounding erratically in his chest. there's a fleeting moment of hesitation, a silent question hanging in the air, but as their eyes meet, all doubts seem to melt away. without a word, without a second thought, y/n leans in, meeting felix halfway in a tender, electrifying kiss that sends sparks flying between them. time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in each other, the world fading away until there's nothing but the warmth of their embrace and the sweetness of their connection. in that moment, everything feels right, as if they were always meant to find each other amidst the chaos of their rivalry, their differences melting away to reveal the undeniable truth of their love.

as the two pull away, y/n's mind whirls with a mixture of shock and realization. his lips tingle from the touch of felix's, and his heart races in his chest as he tries to process what just happened. he looks up at felix, his cheeks flushed with a deepening shade of red, his eyes wide with a newfound awareness. in that moment, it's as if a veil has been lifted, revealing the depth of his feelings for felix that he had been oblivious to before. the realization hits him like a wave, crashing over him with an intensity he can't ignore. he opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out, his mind too overwhelmed to form coherent thoughts. meanwhile, felix watches y/n's reaction with a mix of anticipation and nervousness, his own heart pounding in his chest as he waits for y/n's response, or at least, a coherent one.

y/n stutters, "i…i- what-" he tries to form coherent words, but nothing seems to pan out. felix chuckles at the latter's cuteness. "i've never seen you this flustered before, l/n." he teases.

"shut up!" y/n hisses as he tries to combat his flared up cheeks, "i just… i didn't-"

"mhm, yet you didn't back away." felix points out.

"i…" y/n trails off, looking at the ground before he takes a deep breath.

he decides that instead of talking anymore, y/n quickly pulls felix back in for another kiss, solidifying the feelings that both of them had formed. felix's heart skips a beat as their lips meet once again, this time with a newfound sense of certainty and warmth. it's a kiss filled with promise, a silent vow to explore the depths of their connection and embrace whatever the future holds for them. as they finally break apart, their smiles speak volumes, radiating with the sheer joy of newfound love and the excitement of what lies ahead.

. . .

"one more." y/n said.

felix chuckles, "no need to tell me twice."

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Fate (Gojo x Fem! Reader)

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As time passed, you attempted to rebuild your life. Returning to your sorcerer duties, you were assigned to work closely with Shoko for the next few months. It was a healing process, both physically and emotionally.

Every day, a small glimmer of a smile graced your lips as you witnessed Satoru and Megumi more frequently. Being able to contribute at the school provided a sense of normalcy. It was a gradual journey of recovery, slowly mending the wounds left by the past.

Satoru grinned as he held his phone to his ear. "No coming home until you've recovered the curse object, okay?" he told Megumi, his voice full of amusement. Megumi's response was less than pleased as he quickly hung up.

You watched this exchange and couldn't help but tease. "You sent him to look for a curse object, and it didn't end up being there, so now he's looking for what appears to be a needle in a haystack, am I correct, my love?" you questioned, a playful glint in your eyes as he returned to cuddle with you on the couch.

With a soft chuckle, Satoru gently pulled you into his embrace. "Correct, my darling," he replied, his arms encircling you. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead before continuing, "But it's all part of the job. Megumi needs to learn the ropes, and sometimes that means a bit of a wild goose chase." He grinned, his eyes filled with love and mischief. "Besides, it gives us some alone time."

You playfully rolled your eyes and then swiftly stole a kiss from his lips, a sweet, affectionate peck that spoke volumes of your feelings for him. You relaxed further into his warm embrace. "He's a bright kid; he'll be fine," you whispered, your voice carrying an undercurrent of love and trust.

As you rested your head against his chest, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The comforting sound, like a lullaby, eased your worries and lulled you toward peaceful sleep. In Satoru's arms, you felt safe and loved, a sense of tranquility washing over you.

Your husband's voice gently pulled you from your slumber, and as you opened your eyes, his beaming smile met you. He was clearly excited to share something. He began explaining why he had woken up so suddenly, and his enthusiasm was unmistakable.

"The higher-ups are being hard asses because a special-grade curse object is missing, and they want me to go look. But, I managed to get us enough time to see the sights while we're there," he happily informed you. Even in the midst of his busy schedule and responsibilities, his affection for you shone through brightly.

You groggily smiled at him, appreciating the love and thoughtfulness that remained unwavering. In this moment, you felt like the luckiest woman in the world to have a husband who cherished and cared for you so deeply.

And that's how you found yourselves at Sugisawa High School.

With a playful grin, Gojo couldn't help but poke fun at Megumi. "Well, well, Megumi, it looks like someone had a rough day, huh?" he quipped as he transported the two of you to the school. His tone was teasing and filled with friendly banter.

The moment you both landed at Sugisawa High School, your concern was solely for Megumi. You rushed to his side, the sight of the wound on his head making your stomach churn as blood trickled down.

You used your healing technique, and in no time, his injuries were mended. While Gojo and Megumi conversed, you couldn't help but notice the presence of the pink-haired boy.

"Uhhh, Gumi, who's this? And did you find—" you began to ask, but the pink-haired boy calmly interrupted.

"I ate it," he said.

The mystery of the missing special grade object and the peculiar pink haired boy had taken an unexpected turn, and you couldn't contain your laughter when your husband confirmed that he had in fact merged with Sukuna.

"So, can you switch?" Satoru inquired with genuine curiosity, his eyes keenly observing the boy through his blindfold. It was a peculiar situation, and you both were eager to hear the answer.

Clearly perplexed by the question, you gently clarified, "Can you switch between Sukuna? He's the cursed object you ate." You took a seat beside Megumi, trying to provide some reassurance.

The pink-haired boy seemed to grasp the concept. "Oh, yeah," he answered.

Satoru's eyes sparkled as he grinned. "Ten seconds. Take control back after ten seconds, got it?"

The kid hesitated, but you were quick to soothe his doubts. "Don't worry about it. He's the strongest there is," you joyfully reassured, blowing a kiss towards your husband. “That's right, darling," he said with confidence as he playfully threw the treats bag toward Megumi, who skillfully caught it.

"Those treats are for your mom and me on the bullet train home," Satoru instructed Megumi just before Sukuna's chilling presence materialized right behind him.

Giggling at the spirited fight, you watched as Satrou skillfully dodged each of Sukuna's attempts. While you indulged in a mochi, you offered one to Megumi, who was fully absorbed in the spectacle.

A soft smile graced your lips as the pink-haired kid regained control over Sukuna. "What a surprise, I guess you really can control it," your husband happily noted as he approached him, effortlessly knocking him out with just two fingers. He then gently slung him over his shoulder.

With a warm and supportive smile, you asked, "So what's the plan, babe?" You stood up, gracefully dusting off your dress, and walked over to your husband's side. With a gentle touch, you healed any injuries the kid had sustained.

As the silence hung in the air, it was Megumi who broke it, his voice tinged with concern. "What's going to happen to him?" he asked, his curiosity mixed with empathy.

"Well, if he wakes up and isn't possessed, he might have a chance at becoming a vessel," Satoru explained, turning toward Megumi. Then, he posed a question, "Question for you, though. What should I do with him?"

You pulled your hair into a loose bun, with a few stray strands framing your face perfectly. You sent a supportive smile to Megumi, not only encouraging him to do the right thing but to follow his heart in this difficult decision.

Finally, he spoke, his voice reflecting his inner struggle, and you remained by his side, a symbol of unwavering support. "Even if he ends up becoming a vessel... Under Jujutsu regulations, he should be executed. But, I don’t want him to die."

"Hmm, is that a personal request?" Satoru's voice held a playful note as a smile began to pull at his lips.

Megumi's eyes were filled with earnest emotion as he responded, "Yes, I’m asking you to do something about it."

A tender warmth enveloped Satoru's features, as he softly cupped his face. "My precious student and son asking for assistance?" he mused, his smile growing. "Of course, I'll do it!" He ruffled Megumi's dark locks, his heart filled with love and pride.

In that poignant moment, your heart swelled with overwhelming pride at your son's actions. His unwavering determination to save a friend spoke to the core of your beliefs about his character and his potential.

Tears of admiration welled up in your eyes, and you couldn't help but be deeply moved by Megumi's display of empathy and kindness. You knew, in the depths of your being, that your son was not just destined for greatness as a sorcerer, but also for greatness as a compassionate and caring human being.

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Walking hand in hand towards the crematorium, your steps were filled with a sense of both hope and apprehension. "He told us to meet him here?" you questioned, the building before you seeming like a place of important decisions.

Satoru's response carried a bit of optimism. "Yeah, so, do you think he's going to say yes? I'll bet you 700,000¥ he does.."

His playful bet lightened the mood, and you couldn't help but smile. "You're no better than Mei-Mei," you playfully chided, while inside, you couldn't deny the concern that Megumi's request held. As you safely crossed the street together, it was clear that the outcome of this meeting would weigh heavily on all of you.

Sitting on a bench outside the crematorium, Yuji Itadori, the boy whose fate had now become intertwined with yours and your husband's, sat between you two. The looming smoke clouds added to the heavy atmosphere, and you knew this wasn't just about a funeral, but the beginning of something much bigger.

Satoru couldn't contain his curiosity and asked the question that was on his mind, "Who died?" With a hint of sorrow in his eyes, Yuji replied, "My grandpa, but he was more like my dad."

The weight of those words settled upon you like a heavy shroud. You knew all too well the depth of that loss, having experienced it yourself when your parents had been taken from you. In that shared moment of sorrow, you couldn't help but empathize with Yuji's pain.

Maternally, your fingers traced soothing patterns on Yuji's back, knowing that words often weren't enough to ease the pain. Your husband, ever sensitive to the emotions of those around him, gently continued the conversation.

"I'm sorry we're bothering you at a time like this," he began, crossing his long legs as he sat beside him. "So, have you made your decision?" Satoru inquired, his voice filled with empathy, understanding the depth of Yuji's sorrow.

Yuji paused, his eyes reflecting a mix of uncertainty and curiosity as he considered the question. "Are there a lot of deaths with curses like this?" he softly inquired.

Satoru leaned forward, his voice steady as he began to explain, "Well, this is a truly unusual circumstance, but if you're talking about potential damage, then yes. To be honest, you're lucky if you can die a normal death after running into a curse. Even if they find you torn up limb from limb, it still might be considered alright."

He let his words linger, allowing Yuji a moment to absorb the weight of what he was saying. "If you're going to start investigating Sukuna's remains, you're going to bear witness to the horrors of the Jujutsu world. Grotesque scenes will become an increasing occurrence... I also can't promise you that you won't become a victim one day," Satoru finished, underlining the grim reality of their work.

You knew that Satoru's words were a necessary warning, a glimpse into the potential dangers that lay ahead. "But," you added, your voice gentle and reassuring, "Satoru and I will be there to help you along the way." Your words were infused with a sense of maternal warmth, letting Yuji know that he wouldn't be alone in this perilous journey.

As Yuji beamed with gratitude and posed his next question, the gleam of determination in his eyes was unmistakable. It was apparent that he was approaching this with a level of maturity and consideration that belied his age. "If Sukuna is eliminated, will there be fewer people killed by curses?" he inquired, his gaze unwavering.

Satoru responded to his question, confirming that eliminating Sukuna would indeed reduce the number of casualties inflicted by curses. Yuji's next query, though, caught you off guard. He asked if you still had the cursed finger, and before anyone could react, Satoru handed it to him.

“This thing so disgusting now that I really look at it”

You were just about to agree with Yuji, finding the finger quite disgusting, when he suddenly took you all by surprise by devouring it in a single, swift motion. Horror etched across your face as you watched this seemingly irrational act. It was a powerful reminder of the dangerous path that Yuji had chosen, one where he would face the grotesque and the unimaginable horrors of the Jujutsu world, all for the sake of saving others.

A chill ran up your spine, and every fiber in your being alerted you to the danger that sat between you and your husband. But as quickly as it came, it left, replaced by something astonishing.

"Gross, it tastes so bad it's making me laugh," Yuji chuckled, his laughter echoing with a unique blend of bravery and innocence. You joined in, your laughter filled with relief. Your husband's blindfold-covered eyes met yours, and in that exchange, you both recognized the extraordinary spirit this boy possessed. There was something undeniably remarkable about him, a rare combination of courage and purity that warmed your hearts.

As Yuji stood in front of you and your husband, the gravity of his decision weighed on the atmosphere. Satoru shifted closer to you, and the two of you occupied the bench, creating a united front. His arm extended around your shoulders in a comforting gesture.

"Well, Yuji, are you genuinely prepared for the road ahead?" Satoru's voice held a blend of curiosity and encouragement.

In a moment of contemplation, Yuji paused, his hands slipping into his pockets. He peered into the unknown, pondering the path he was about to tread. "Not really," he confessed, his voice carrying the raw honesty of someone who felt the weight of destiny on their shoulders. "I don't understand why it had to be me, but I can't simply stand by and let this curse continue."

His resolve strengthened with each word. "I've made up my mind. I'm going to consume the rest of Sukuna. I'm already certain that this is how I'll meet my end."

A soft, understanding smile graced your lips as you regarded Yuji. The unwavering determination in his eyes made Megumi's insistence on saving him all the more evident. In that moment, you silently pledged to make the most out of Yuji's life, adding him to the ever-growing list of children you vowed to protect and support.

Your husband chuckled, a genuine warmth in his voice. "You're already growing on me, kid," he said with an approving grin. He glanced your way, knowing you shared his sentiment. "And I'm pretty sure I can say the same for my wife," he added, his hand extended to help you to your feet. With his assistance, you rose, offering a reassuring smile to Yuji.

"Alright kiddo, grab your belongings and have everything ready by the end of the day," your husband instructed, his fingers entwined with yours.

"Uh, are we going somewhere?" Yuji questioned, curiosity in his eyes. You were about to answer, but your son Megumi had finally arrived.

"To Tokyo," Megumi replied as he walked up to Yuji, the anticipation of the new journey evident in his tone.

"Wow, Fushiguro, you look so much better," Yuji exclaimed as he noticed Megumi behind him. Megumi nodded, saying, "Yeah, our teacher over there patched me up," gesturing towards you.

A warm smile graced your lips as you walked over to the two boys, extending a hand to Yuji. "I help out when I'm not on missions. You can call me [Surname] if it makes things easier," you warmly offered as you shook his hand, welcoming him into your expanding circle of care.

"Wow, there must be a bunch of students if there's two of you," Yuji marveled, clearly impressed. Your laughter bubbled out in response, and Satoru chimed in, "Actually, there are only three students in our first-year class," offering a bit of clarification.

"Only three?" Yuji exclaimed in genuine surprise, his eyes widening. Satoru couldn't help but tease a bit, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yep, it's like a personal training session," he remarked, adding to the humor.

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Yuji's excitement was palpable as he took in the beauty of the prestigious school, the two of you escorting him through the campus. As the three of you passed by the gardens, he suddenly inquired, "Where's Fushiguro?"

"Oh, he's sleeping. If he wants my technique to fully help him, he needs to sleep it off," you explained. You eventually reached an impasse. "Well, I've got to get back to Shoko. I'll see you for lunch, right, baby?" you asked.

"Of course, my darling," Satoru affirmed before swiftly planting a kiss on your lips. Your cheeks flushed red as you turned away and said, "Do your best at your interview, Yuji!" before rushing off towards the medical sector.

“Interview?” Yuji began as he glanced over at Satrou,

“yeah about that..”

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"Yo, kids!" Satoru's voice boomed, drawing the attention of both Megumi and Yuji. "Hey!" Yuji greeted with a grin as he stood up, his new uniform fitting him nicely.

"You look fresh. I like the hoodie, nice touch," you complimented, nodding approvingly at his attire.

"I didn't add it," Yuji admitted sheepishly, playing with the material."Gojo did that; he's quirky that way," Megumi explained with a small smile as the four of you continued your walk down the vibrant streets of Harajuku.

As the four of you rounded the corner, the sound of a teenage girl loudly talking with a talent agent caught your attention. You couldn't stop laughing, even with Megumi's comment.

"Are we gonna talk to her?" he questioned with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. "How embarrassing," Yuji added, looking like a true tourist with his New Year's glasses, a crepe in one hand, and popcorn in the other.

"Look who's talking," Megumi playfully chided, as your laughter continued.

"I like her spirit. I think she'd go pretty far in New York," you commented, still amused by the whole situation. Satoru called her over, waving to draw her attention.

"Hey! Over here!" he exclaimed, effectively drawing her towards your bandage-wearing husband.

After a quick exchange of greetings, Nobara couldn't help but comment, "Wow, you're so beautiful," as she approached you. Your curls and golden hoops shined brightly under the sun. She then turned her attention to Satoru and asked, "How the hell did you end up marrying this bandage-wearing weirdo?"

Your laughter filled the air as you found her feisty and straightforward nature quite refreshing. It was clear that she wouldn't let anything stand in her way. Once your laughter subsided, you pulled her into a warm hug, expressing, "I'm thrilled to have a girl in the group, and a straightforward one at that." With a smile, you released her from the embrace.

"Alright, baby, want to tell the kids where we're going today?" you posed, excitement in your voice as the group eagerly turned their attention to Satoru. "We're going on a tour of... TOKYO!" he exclaimed with infectious enthusiasm. The enthusiasm was contagious, and Yuji and Nobara immediately tackled the two of you with hugs, their excitement bubbling over into joyful squeals.

Their once palpable excitement had dissipated by the time the five of you arrived at an abandoned building in Roppongi. The bright enthusiasm from the prospect of a tour had given way to a sense of foreboding as Satoru explained the grim situation.

"You said we were going on a tour," Nobara and Yuji both whined, a mix of disappointment and anxiety coloring their voices. Satoru's face grew serious as he revealed the presence of curses and the strange disappearances in the area. He instructed the two young Jujutsu sorcerers to enter the building and eliminate any curses they found.

Megumi, on the other hand, stood up to join them, but Gojo swiftly intervened, instructing him to stay behind. The sense of unease deepened, and the reality of their duties as sorcerers hung heavily in the air.

Once the two were out of sight, Satoru plopped right down next to Megumi. He flashed a playful grin as he began, "I can feel you staring." He continued, "Your mom and I have noticed something too. Yuji probably isn't completely sane, considering he used to be a regular high schooler who hadn't had any interactions with curses whatsoever."

Satoru shifted his gaze, his expression growing more thoughtful. "And Nobara, well, despite her experience, the curses she's dealt with in the countryside are nothing compared to the ones here in the city." He leaned back, the weight of their duty and the unpredictability of the curses heavy on his mind.

You turned toward your husband, a sweet smile on your lips. "Could you give me two hair ties, baby?" His eyes softened as he reached into his pocket, retrieving two hair ties. It was a habit he had developed once you two started training together on a daily basis, always prepared to help you.

You took one from him, your fingers gently brushing against his, a silent connection that spoke of your shared journey. With his support, you pulled your hair into low space buns, two stray strands framing your face. It was a small gesture, but it held the depth of your bond and your shared experiences.

As Nobara and Yuji emerged from the building with a small boy in tow, your eyes lit up with pride. You couldn't help but shower them with praise for a job well done. Your warm smiles and heartfelt congratulations showed how proud you were of their achievement.

The joy in Nobara and Yuji's eyes was unmistakable as they basked in your praise. Your words of encouragement and pride had a profound impact on them, and their smiles widened in response. Their success and your support had made this experience even more rewarding, creating a sense of camaraderie and fulfillment among the five of you.

Meanwhile, Satoru took on the responsibility of looking after the child they had rescued, showing his caring and responsible side as well. It was a moment of success and compassion that warmed your heart.

As the day's events began to wind down, and the five of you strolled through the city, Satrou's voice held a note of pride. "Alright, kids, good job today," he praised. "Dinner's on me tonight." His hand intertwined with yours, and you chuckled at Yuji and Nobara's immediate excitement as they asked Megumi about the best places to eat in the city, considering his urban upbringing.

Your husband leaned in, his breath brushing your ear as he whispered, "Things are getting exciting, don't you think?" You gazed at the three young sorcerers conversing, witnessing the bonds forming and the adventures awaiting them. Your heart warmed, and you found yourself in agreement with Satrou, embracing the joy and challenges of this new chapter, your son making friends and your family growing closer.

Dinner was a lively affair. The five of you gathered at a cozy izakaya in Tokyo, each of you with your own distinct tastes in food. Yuji and Nobara excitedly ordered a variety of dishes they'd never tried before, while you and Megumi appreciated the familiar flavors of the city you had grown up in. Satoru, as always, had his unique preferences, which never ceased to amuse and entertain everyone.

Amidst shared laughter and stories, you all began to bond. The young sorcerers learned more about their teachers and vice versa. Satoru was an endless source of entertaining anecdotes, and his dynamic personality filled the room with a palpable energy.

As the evening progressed, your heart swelled with a sense of happiness and fulfillment. These moments, where the five of you felt like a true family, were what made the trials of the Jujutsu world worth it.

Your phone rang, and you excused yourself from the table, stepping outside to take the call in private. The voice on the other end was stern and unyielding, sending shivers down your spine.

"[Name], in the next 72 hours, you will be sent on a mission to Mexico. Before you depart, you must become fluent in Spanish," the official stated firmly. The impossible demand seemed to hang in the air like a storm cloud, casting a shadow on the night.

You felt a bead of sweat form on your forehead as your mind raced with the enormity of the task. Fluent in three days? It was an almost insurmountable challenge, and you couldn't help but express your disbelief and frustration.

"Fluent in three days?" you questioned, your voice tinged with disbelief and a hint of frustration. The weight of this demand threatened to crush your spirits, especially given the limited time frame.

"Mrs. Gojo, when you first came to Japan, you were quite adept in learning Japanese before your arrival. We have complete faith you'll be able to do it again," the official responded, their words cold and unforgiving. The urgency in their tone only added to the mounting tension.

As the call ended, you couldn't help but feel the pressure building around you. The demands from the special counsel were relentless, and you couldn't ignore the toll it was taking on your body and mind. The burden of your unique abilities and the constant expectations weighed heavily on your shoulders, and it didn't go unnoticed by Satoru, who observed your struggle with growing concern. The weight of the world rested on your shoulders, and the countdown to your next mission had begun.

While your students and husband tried to hide their disappointment, you couldn't help but feel the weight of the special counsel's constant control over your every movement, dictating your life as a jujutsu sorcerer.

Satoru, ever the master of creating memorable moments, suggested karaoke after dinner as a send-off before you'd have to plunge back into the murky waters of your next mission. The idea was met with enthusiasm from the students, particularly Yuji and Nobara, who were eager to showcase their singing skills. The karaoke room became a brief refuge from the constant control of the counsel, where you could be yourself.

As the karaoke room filled with music, laughter, and the joy of the moment, it was a profound experience. Gojo's choice to play your favorite song, "Baby One More Time" by Britney Spears, wasn't lost on anyone. You had an infectious enthusiasm that made the otherwise stern environment of Jujutsu High feel like home.

Megumi, who had spent most of his formative years under your loving care, shared a knowing look with his mentor, Gojo. He knew the significance of that song. You had a knack for playing it during your daily household routines – cooking, cleaning, or even just goofing around. It was a symbol of your free spirit and your ability to find joy in the ordinary.

Megumi nodded his approval, acknowledging your lively spirit with a hint of pride in his eyes. He watched as you took the microphone, and the room filled with applause and encouragement. This was a rare moment of carefree enjoyment, a glimpse of your vibrant personality that the Special Counsel often suppressed.

After your heartfelt performance, you and Nobara took the stage one more time, further amplifying the joy and camaraderie in the room.

As the final song faded away, Yuji, with his kind heart and curious nature, couldn't help but notice the difference in appearance between you and Megumi. His question was genuine, as he asked Megumi if you were his mother. Megumi, deeply moved by the question and the significance of family, recalled your teachings.

With a gentle smile, he turned to Yuji and shared a profound truth, "Yes, she is." He continued, "Family isn't just about blood; it's about love, care, and the bonds we create." This sentiment resonated with everyone in the room, transcending the confines of blood relations. It was a powerful testament to the love, acceptance, and wisdom that had bound you and Megumi as family. Your students admired you not just as a mentor but as a person whose love had forged an unbreakable and unique bond.

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In the span of 48 hours, a remarkable transformation occurred as you devoted yourself to mastering the Spanish language. It was an astonishing display of your intelligence and determination. But for Satoru, this incredible feat brought not only amazement but also deep concern.

As he observed your relentless pursuit of fluency, he couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that had settled in his heart. He was well aware of your extraordinary talents, particularly your remarkable Reverse Cursed Technique. You had the power to mend your body and mind, a gift that appeared almost effortless, but like all things there was toll it took on your body.

You were pushing yourself to the limit, the exhaustion etched in the lines on your face and the weariness that clung to your every movement. While your Reverse Cursed Technique could mend your body when needed, he knew that it couldn't erase the effects of the relentless effort you were putting in. You weren't invulnerable, and this rapid learning process was testing your physical and mental limits.

Deep down, he wanted to see you step away from this life, away from the control of the higher-ups. But the harsh reality was that the shackles ran deep, and no amount of healing could mend the unseen wounds you carried. Your battle was not only with curses but also with the forces that sought to dominate your very existence.

A bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he noticed your eyelids growing heavy during the drive to the private airfield. It was a stark reminder of how relentless your efforts had been. As he pulled you gently into his arms, it was impossible not to notice the utter exhaustion etched on your face. The lines of weariness were more pronounced, and the weight of your responsibilities had taken its toll.

Although your abilities were undoubtedly remarkable, but they concealed a deeply troubled history.

You weren't born into the world of sorcerers; rather, you were thrust into it by the cruel hand of fate. Your powers were not a gift but a means of survival, a response to Toji's unanticipated, twisted, and merciless attack on your family. From that tragic night, your life spiraled into a relentless chain of dangers, unforeseen horrors, and the heavy burden of protecting those around you. It was a life marked by countless untold horrors, a journey you never asked for but were forced to endure.

Satoru understood that your story, woven with suffering and resilience, had an indelible influence on his perception of the world. He realized that the cruelty of the world extended beyond the boundaries of being just a Jujutsu sorcerer. Sorcerer or not, the world could be an incredibly harsh place, and your experiences had left a lasting mark on his heart.

Yet, the higher-ups held true control not only over you but over him as well, a realization that weighed heavily on his shoulders.

In his heart, he wished, more fervently than he could express, for your freedom from this life. But the intricacies of your situation, the dark forces pulling the strings from the shadows, made it a challenge unlike any other.

The hum of the engine provided a soothing backdrop as the two of you neared the airfield. Satoru couldn't bear to wake you from your much-needed rest. He cherished these moments when he could hold you close and shield you from the unforgiving world you both navigated.

With a soft, affectionate smile, he whispered, "Darling, it's time to wake up." You let out a gentle groan as you reluctantly opened your eyes. The early morning light filtered into the car, making you squint as you slowly stirred, seeking comfort in the warmth of his embrace before facing another challenging mission.

With your groggy yawns and sleepy eyes, you managed to muster enough energy to step out of the car, and Satoru quickly followed suit. He took your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours, as he led you towards the staircase that would take you to the private jet.

As you made your way towards the stairs, his grip on your hand was firm but gentle, a silent reassurance that he would always be there for you. The love he felt for you was evident in his eyes, and even though he didn't say it, the lingering embrace before you stepped onto the plane spoke volumes. He would miss you more than he could express, and he couldn't wait for the moment when you'd be back in his arms.

"Be safe, my love," Satoru whispered, his warm breath caressing your ear before passionately capturing your lips. Despite being married for nearly a decade, your cheeks still grew warm at his unparalleled affection. You held onto him for a lingering moment, savoring the love and connection you shared.

"I will, I love you," you softly stated as you hugged him tight, your heart heavy with the weight of your unspoken worries. "I love you more," he replied with a playful grin, but you could see the deep affection in his eyes, a mixture of love and concern.

Then, you hesitantly continued, "Toru... this feels wrong, it’s just like last time." Your voice carried the weight of your concern, and the heavy sigh that followed revealed your unease, exposing the vulnerabilities that had been haunting your heart.

Satoru's touch was gentle as he cupped your face, his eyes locked onto yours, radiating sincerity. "My love, I promise you, everything will be fine," he reassured you, his voice filled with tenderness. "Today, is the only day I'll be away because of my meeting with the higher-ups, but I have Ijichi working with them. You know how dependable he is."

His words were like a soothing balm, easing your anxiety, and you nodded, feeling the weight of your concerns gradually lifting. "I trust you," you whispered, a small, genuine smile forming on your lips. In Satoru's embrace, you found the strength to face any uncertainty, and a sense of security enveloped you.

With a deep breath, you reluctantly released yourself from Satoru's embrace. "I'll be careful," you promised, your eyes still locked onto his, not wanting to part but knowing your duty called.

Satoru nodded, a mixture of pride and worry in his eyes. "I know you will, my love. You're strong and capable. Just come back to me safely."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them back. You leaned in for one last lingering kiss, pouring all your love and longing into that moment. Then, you turned and headed off towards your next mission, carrying Satoru's love and encouragement with you, knowing that he was always by your side in spirit.

Touching down in Oaxaca, you eagerly disembarked the plane, relishing the sensation of solid ground beneath your feet. Stretching, you discreetly employed a minuscule amount of your reverse curse technique, restoring your body to its optimal state.

Awaiting you was an older, single-cab pickup truck, its worn exterior hinting at the challenges it had weathered. Armed with the rough coordinates of one of Sukana’s fingers, you set out on a winding journey through the beautifully lush Sierra Juárez forest.

As the dense foliage enveloped the road, a sense of unease crept over you. The mission seemed oddly intricate – the special counsel sending you to confront a cartel attempting to enter the Jujutsu black market with one of Sukana’s fingers. The intricate web of motives and alliances left you pondering the true depths of the occult underworld you navigated.

Exiting the pickup, you found yourself in the very last village on the outskirts, surrounded by the perpetual Sierra Juárez forest. The mountain ranges stretched majestically, adorned with a tapestry of lush trees and flourishing forestry. The air carried the distinct fragrance of nature's symphony, a harmonious blend that spoke of centuries-old stories etched into the landscape.

As you strolled through the village, a tangible quiet descended. Each residence responded to your presence with a subtle retreat – blinds closed, windows sealed shut. It was a community guarding its secrets, the stillness revealing a shared apprehension.

However, amidst this guarded atmosphere, a resilient spirit emerged. In the front yard of an elderly woman's home, a subtle defiance of the prevailing silence was evident. Her warm smile and welcoming demeanor cut through the tension. "Come in, Mija," she beckoned, her words laced with a mixture of hospitality and understanding. "You've come a long way." Crossing her threshold, you sensed that her home held not only shelter but also the untold tales of a village intricately connected to the vast expanse of the Sierra Juárez forest.

Once inside, the older woman wasted no time cutting right to the chase, her eyes piercing through the air of secrecy that surrounded the village. "Why have you sought out our humble village?" she inquired, her gaze a mix of curiosity and caution.

Seated at her kitchen table, you explained the mission assigned by the special counsel – the cartel's sinister designs on the Jujutsu black market involving one of Sukana’s fingers. Her eyes widened with a mix of disbelief and understanding, as if the ancient spirits dwelling in the forest had whispered secrets that resonated with her.

As you detailed the potential consequences of the cartel's actions, a shared sense of purpose began to unfold. The older woman nodded knowingly, her expression shifting from skepticism to a subtle determination. "We may be a small village, but we have guarded our traditions for generations. I will help you, Mija, for the sake of the forest and the legacy it holds." And with those words, a tentative alliance was forged, linking the fate of the village to the enigmatic tapestry of the Sierra Juárez forest.

Although her pure heart couldn’t help but worry for your life.

Mija," she began, her weathered hands gently cradling your left, "do not tread into a world from which you can never escape," she warned, her eyes reflecting both concern and a deep understanding of the shadows that lurked within the mission you had undertaken. She spoke not out of skepticism but as a guardian, trying to impart the weight of the dangers that awaited.

Touched by her genuine care, you couldn't help but feel a swell of gratitude toward this stranger who had opened her home and heart. Her cautionary words lingered in the air, a solemn reminder of the perils you were about to face. Yet, you had long resigned yourself to this life, the sacrifices and risks embedded in your duty.

With a tearful smile, you reassured her, "Don't worry, abuelita. I'll be okay. I have my husband and kids to go home to." Confidently, you wrapped your right hand atop hers, allowing the comforting flow of reverse curse energy to ease the pain in her shaking, arthritic hands.

In that moment, a silent exchange occurred – a connection between generations, bridged by a shared understanding of duty, sacrifice, and the profound strength that family provided. As you prepared to face the shadows that awaited in the world beyond, the echo of the Sierra Juárez forest seemed to resonate within the warmth of that kitchen, a sanctuary in the midst of a tangled web of mystique.

Navigating the dense foliage, you stumbled upon an inconspicuous path leading to an unexpected concrete safe house. The verdant surroundings masked its existence like a well-guarded secret. Approaching cautiously, a sense of foreboding intensified, amplified by securely locked windows and doors that seemed to hold secrets within.

The creaking of the entrance echoed through the silent forest as you stepped inside, greeted by a chilling tableau – two lifeless bodies sprawled on the floor, a gruesome aftermath of a recent, violent struggle. The metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the air, weaving a tapestry of dread that clung to the walls.

As you treaded carefully through the building, the oppressive stillness heightened your senses. The safe house unveiled its haunting secrets with each step, the floor bearing the weight of unspeakable horrors. It was then that you stumbled upon a dimly lit room, where an innocuous bouquet of flowers stood as a macabre centerpiece.

A shiver ran down your spine as the sinister curse energy around the flowers manifested, casting an otherworldly glow that painted the room in eerie hues. Fear gripped your body, and your heart raced as you absorbed the malevolence that lingered, an unseen force weaving through the air.

The room seemed to pulsate with a malevolent energy, urging you to uncover the mysteries that lurked within the shadows of the Sierra Juárez forest. The thrill of the unknown gripped you, as the line between the natural and supernatural blurred, leaving you standing at the precipice of a chilling revelation.

Cautiously taking the bouquet into your hands, an unexpected surge of energy coursed through you. In that fleeting moment, the flowers became a conduit to visions – a chilling glimpse of the curse you had faced in Minnesota and another, a sinister figure with a head eerily resembling Mount Fuji. The images unfolded like haunting scenes from a dark tapestry, etching themselves into your consciousness.

The weight of realization struck you as the visions played out – the cursed energy, the ruthless brutality, and the theft of Sukuna's finger. Shocked and enraged, you dropped the bouquet as if it burned your very soul. The once-innocent flowers now held a malevolence that transcended the physical, leaving you grappling with the horrors that had unfolded in this seemingly clandestine safe house.

The room echoed with the consequences of a nefarious plan set into motion. The alliance of malevolent forces, each more insidious than the last, had left behind a trail of destruction. As you stood amidst the aftermath, the air seemed to crackle with an impending storm, a convergence of curses and sinister intentions that threatened to unleash chaos upon the Sierra Juárez forest.

Determined to unravel the depth of this ominous conspiracy, you steeled yourself for the challenges that lay ahead. The stolen finger of Sukuna had unleashed a chain of events that would test your strength, skill, and resilience against an enigmatic darkness that now enveloped the very heart of the forest.

After burying the two men, a solemn task that weighed heavy on your heart, you rushed back to the village. With practiced precision, you invoked a protective barrier, weaving your Jujutsu skills to shield the community from the impending malevolence that lurked in the shadows.

Swiftly getting into your truck, you drove away from the village, the engine's roar echoing the urgency in your heart.

As you sped through the winding roads, you fumbled with your phone, desperately trying to call Satoru. Each unanswered ring heightened the knot of anxiety tightening in your chest. The Sierra Juárez forest blurred by, a green tapestry of urgency and apprehension. The need to warn Satoru, to alert him to the looming threat, fueled your determination.

Finally, a connection established, and Satoru's voice echoed through the phone. However, his usually confident tone sounded slightly broken as he greeted you, sending a chilling shiver down your spine. Your heart plummeted into your stomach, a knot of worry tightening with each strained word he spoke. The weight of concern hung in the air, transforming the urgency of your mission into an unspoken understanding that something was profoundly wrong.

The air in the truck suddenly felt thick, suffocating, as you tenderly questioned, "What's wrong, baby?" A dejected sigh escaped past Satoru's lips, his struggle evident as he tried to find the right words to break the news to you.

Yuji's dead," he confessed, and in that moment, everything seemed to fade away. Numbness gripped you as you pulled over to the side of the road, the weight of the revelation sinking in. "How?" you whispered in utter disbelief, tears welling up in your eyes as reality threatened to crumble around you.

"Sukuna had taken over his body and killed him," Satoru solemnly explained, his voice carrying the weight of a truth too painful to bear. "I know that the higher-ups are behind this. There's no way I would've sent first years on a mission dealing with a special grade."

The revelation sent shockwaves through your soul. Anguish and anger intermingled as you muttered, "They planned this..." Tears streamed down your face, a silent testament to the depth of your grief and the searing pain of loss.

Desperation tinged your voice as you softly questioned, "How's Megumi and Nobara holding up?" The fate of the remaining members of your students now rested heavily on you and Satoru’s shoulders, their well-being becoming a lifeline in the face of this unimaginable tragedy.

“They're handling it as well as they can," Satoru said, his voice carrying the weight of shared sorrow. As he ran his fingers through his white locks, you responded with a muted acknowledgment, "I see," allowing the heavy silence to linger between the lines.

"I didn't find Sukuna's finger," you confessed, the truth hanging in the air like an unspoken failure. Water droplets began to pelt your windshield, mirroring the storm of emotions brewing within.

"It's okay, baby," Satoru began, his attempt at reassurance cut off by your resolute voice. "No... that curse I faced in Minnesota is the one who took it." The words hung in the air, each syllable etched with a sense of responsibility and a haunting realization of the malevolent forces at play.

A shared understanding passed between you, transcending the distance of the phone call. The Sierra Juárez forest and its secrets, the stolen finger, and the loss of a dear comrade were now threads in a tapestry of darkness that demanded resolution.

As the rain intensified outside, a storm both literal and metaphorical, you found solace in the connection with Satoru, a lifeline anchoring you in the midst of the tempest that had become your reality.

“You don't think the special counsel is behind this, do you?" you softly questioned, the weight of suspicion casting a somber tone over your words. As raindrops continued their rhythmic dance on the roof of your truck, you rested your head against the steering wheel, feeling the cold metal against your skin.

Satoru's exhale resonated through the phone, a heavy acknowledgment of the gravity of your inquiry. "I can't be certain, but it wouldn't surprise me," he admitted, his voice a low murmur, mirroring the unsettled atmosphere that surrounded both of you.

The rain outside seemed to intensify, a reflection of the storm within. Satoru's words lingered, leaving you with a chilling realization that the intricate web of deceit extended even to those who were meant to uphold justice. As you sat in the dimly lit car, the Sierra Juárez forest whispered secrets, and the shadows deepened, obscuring the path forward into a darkness that held the keys to unraveling the mysteries that now gripped your world.

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A weary and trusted sigh escaped Satoru's lips once he hung up the phone, the heaviness of the situation etched into the lines of his face. Glancing at Ijichi before beginning, he confessed, "You know... I have a real lousy personality, and despite that, [Name] still decided to marry me." He leaned back, crossing his arms and legs, a vulnerability coloring his words that belied the bravado.

"I still don’t understand why she chose you of all people," Ijichi muttered, his words carrying a tinge of genuine curiosity. Satoru, however, met the comment with a quick retort, injecting a hint of playful defensiveness into the conversation. "You're in for a serious slap to the face later, Ijichi," he quipped, a glint of humor surfacing as they navigated the complexities of personal dynamics amidst the weight of the unfolding events.

"I have a dream," Satoru began, his voice carrying not just frustration but a profound sense of determination and pain. "What happened with Yuji, and what they've been putting [Name] through since she got here, the higher-ups are nothing but scum. Stubborn, selfish, bloodline-proud idiots who refuse to change with the times." His words held the weight of experiences witnessed and scars endured, each syllable etched with the searing injustice he sought to challenge.

Pausing, he could feel his blood begin to boil, a mixture of anger and sorrow swirling within. "I want to reset the Jujutsu world," he declared, the dream in his heart eclipsed by the harsh reality he faced. The echoes of Yuji's fate and [Name]'s struggles hung heavy in the air, the dream not just a vision of change but a desperate plea for a world where justice and compassion triumph over the entrenched flaws of the current system.

"It'd be easy for me to just kill all of them, but new people would just take their place, and nothing would change. People also don’t take too kindly to massacres, and I know [Name] wouldn’t approve of it either, so… that’s why I'm here teaching," Satoru confessed, his voice carrying the weight of a profound struggle against the injustices he faced. He rested his elbows on his thighs, exhaustion etched into the lines of his face.

"If I’m going to have strong, intelligent, and honest allies, who better to foster them than [Name] and I," he mused, the words holding a poignant truth that transcended the turmoil of the present. The depth of his commitment to shaping a better world resonated through the quiet sincerity of his tone.

As he reflected on this purpose, a memory transported him back to a night that felt like a distant echo in time. Two years had passed since the arrival of Tsumiki and Megumi. On this particular night, Satoru, burdened by the weight of numerous missions, trudged through the front door, completely burnt out.

Lying his head against the couch's armrest, you softly spoke, "I know." The tenderness in your voice and actions spoke volumes as you slid off the bandages that covered his brilliant blue eyes. "But they're the next generation; they will stand on our shoulders and create a better world, jujutsu or not. Our hard work, love, nurture, and dedication to them will be worth it. Just watch."

With those words, a profound sense of hope and purpose infused the air. The intimate moment became more than a declaration; it became a shared commitment to forge a legacy that transcended the struggles of the present, anchoring both of you in the unwavering belief that your sacrifices and love would pave the way for a brighter future.

“In the end, I'll be able to hand off some of my missions to them, and with enough of us, I'll make sure that [Name] never steps foot in the field again," Satoru states, his voice carrying a mix of determination and a profound sense of protective commitment that extends beyond the realm of sorcery.

"I thought she loved being a sorcerer?" Ijichi questions, his curiosity met with a reflective gaze from Satoru. "She does, but she's witnessed enough—" Satoru stops mid-sentence, the weight of unspoken memories and the toll of the battles etched in the lines of his face. The depth of his concern for [Name] becomes palpable in that moment.

As Yuji sudden sits up, his once-bleeding wound now completely healed, Satoru's eyes widen with a mix of relief and genuine joy. The weight of the moment is palpable, and Gojo's typically composed demeanor gives way to an unguarded expression, revealing the depth of his care for the young sorcerer.

Satoru walks over and extends a hand towards Yuji, his brilliant blue eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions — relief, pride, and a shared triumph over the shadows that threatened to claim another life. In that moment, the mentor-student relationship transforms into a bond that transcends the supernatural battles they face.

"Welcome back, Yuji," Satoru says, his voice holding a warmth that defies the dangers they navigate. There's an unspoken understanding in the grip of the handshake, a silent acknowledgment of the challenges faced and the strength it took to rise again. It's a welcome back not just to the world of the living but to a community forged in the crucible of shared struggles, where each victory, no matter how small, resonates with the echoes of resilience and camaraderie.

As Satoru strolled down the hallways with Shoko, a palpable sense of urgency colored the conversation. Abruptly, he turned to her, his request infused with both concern and a determined resolve. "Could you leave Yuji as deceased in your report for the higher-ups? I need to train him so he can at least defend himself before he's targeted again."

Shoko, ever pragmatic, sighed as she pulled out a cigarette. The tendrils of smoke curled around her like a contemplative shroud as she considered the weight of the decision. "Fine, but the kid will probably have to go into hiding forever," she conceded, her voice carrying the burden of the choices they were making.

"Have you told [Name] what happened?" she questioned, the exhale of her cigarette punctuating the gravity of the situation.

"Yes and no. She doesn't know that he's alive, so I'll keep it a secret until she gets home and helps him with training," Satoru casually explained, his words revealing a strategic foresight tempered with an underlying concern for [Name]'s emotional well-being.

Shoko, her gaze penetrating through the wisps of smoke, continued to express her reservations. "Your wife thinks one of her students is dead, and you think that's a good surprise?" Her sigh echoed with a mixture of exasperation and concern, emphasizing the emotional toll of the decisions being made.

"I know it's not ideal, but keeping [Name] in the dark for a little while is necessary. It's for her safety and Yuji's," Satoru responded, a flicker of conflict in his eyes. The weight of leadership and the burdensome nature of safeguarding those they cared for hung in the air.

Shoko extinguished her cigarette, her gaze steady on Satoru. "Just be careful, Satrou. Secrets have a way of unraveling, and [Name] won't take kindly to being kept in the dark about something like this." Her words carried a weight of wisdom born from experience, underlining the potential consequences of their chosen path.

As they continued down the hallway, the echoes of their conversation lingered, mingling with the shadows that clung to the corridors. The delicate dance of secrecy and protection unfolded, leaving both Shoko and Satoru to navigate the intricate web of relationships and responsibilities that defined their world.

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Restlessness gripped you as you anxiously bounced your leg upon landing back in Japan. The fatigue of nearly twenty-four hours spent in transit hung on your shoulders, but the weight of the unresolved issues and the looming influence of the higher-ups eclipsed any possibility of finding solace in sleep. Satrou had provided the location of a Gojo family safe house, a temporary respite in the ever-expanding storm.

As you watched the world rush by outside the window, the question lingered, refusing to be ignored: "What now?" The higher-ups' control over your life, intertwined with their tightening grip on the Jujutsu world, painted an uncertain tableau for the road ahead. The complexities and challenges that unfolded demanded a resilience beyond the physical fatigue you felt, delving into the emotional and intellectual realms.

As you arrived and opened the door, the scene unfolding before you felt like a dream, almost too good to be true. "Welcome back, teacher!" Yuji beamed with an innocence that mirrored the qualities you cherished in Haibara and your little brother. The echoes of their essence danced in his gestures—maturity, kindness, and an unwavering determination.

Tears of joy welled up in your eyes as you walked over, and with a mix of motherly affection and sheer relief, you enveloped Yuji in a warm hug. "I'm glad you're okay, kiddo," you tearfully stated, the weight of worry and uncertainty lifting in that moment.

As you tenderly wiped away the traces of your emotional reunion, the atmosphere shifted when you spotted your husband cheekily doing jazz hands from behind Yuji. Reacting swiftly, a mix of surprise and mild irritation fueled your instinct to elbow Satrou squarely in the side of his ribs.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You couldn't tell me he was okay?" you fumed, standing over his crumpled form, a cocktail of concern and playful reproach etched on your face.

"Sorry, my darling. Won't happen again," he mumbled, the mischievous glint in his eyes giving way to genuine contrition in his voice. Satrou's intentional decision to turn off his infinity, allowing the blow to land, revealed that although his actions were driven by a protective instinct, the trust between the two of you held a paramount importance.

The room, for a fleeting moment, delicately balanced between the joyous reunion and the light tension of this unexpected, playful exchange, revealing the intricate dance of understanding and humor that defined your marriage.

As Yuji observed you scolding your husband, two realizations dawned on him. Firstly, the profound strength that both you and Satoru embodied struck him, and a deep sense of gratitude welled up within him for the opportunity to learn from such formidable mentors. Secondly, a valuable lesson etched itself into his awareness—to never find himself on your bad side, an insight he vowed to carry with him as he navigated the intricate world of sorcery and life.

As Satrou regained his composure, he was quick to articulate the purpose behind bringing both of you to this particular place. "My lovely wife will be assisting you in mastering the control of your curse energy," he happily declared, a sense of pride underlying his words.

Yuji's face lit up with excitement as you readjusted your bun, a silent cue for him to join Satrou and you at the table. Eagerly, he followed, curious about the impending demonstration of curse energy versus curse technique.

"Alright, Yuji," you began, your voice a gentle blend of encouragement and guidance. "Controlling your curse energy is not just about raw power; it's an art that requires finesse and precision." Your hands gracefully gestured towards a carefully arranged set of objects on the table, each item poised for the unfolding lesson.

As Gojo demonstrated the intricate dance of curse technique versus the sheer force of curse energy, a spark of amazement flickered across Yuji's face. The room held a hushed anticipation, a collective breath drawn in as the supernatural forces were revealed.

"So you guys are gonna teach me how to use a super cool curse technique?" Yuji beamed, his enthusiasm tangible. However, the brightness in his expression dimmed as Satrou gently corrected him, "Curse technique is an innate ability," a thoughtful pause accompanying his glance towards you. "Though there are special circumstances, like my wife."

Yuji's face portrayed a mix of curiosity and confusion, prompting Satrou to delve deeper into the lesson. "You're already crazy strong," he addressed Yuji directly, a hint of admiration in his voice. "So, she's going to help you control it, allowing you to channel that strength into your close combat abilities."

Grasping the bear-like doll, adorned with boxing gloves on each hand, from its position leaning against the side of the couch, you hugged it to your chest. The soft material yielded under your touch, triggering a wave of nostalgic warmth evident in your expression. "I haven't seen this one in a long time," you giggled, savoring the familiarity of the plush companion. The doll continued to peacefully sleep in your arms as you settled on one end of the couch, creating a cocoon of memories around yourself, eagerly awaiting Satrou and Yuji.

"Alright, pick out a movie," Satrou suggested to Yuji as the two of them approached the couch. Confusion and a tinge of disappointment colored Yuji's voice as he responded, "Huh? Movie? I thought we were training."

"We are. Come and have a seat on the other end, and Satrou will explain the rest," you happily instructed, passing the bear-like doll over to Satrou with a gentle exchange. The plush companion seamlessly transformed into a symbolic prop, marking the commencement of the upcoming training session. Satrou, now holding the doll, embarked on an explanation for Yuji, the transition of the plush companion from your arms to his creating a tangible link in the lesson about to unfold.

"Now, Yuji, you're going to focus your curse energy into this doll while the two of you watch movies. Curse energy can also spike due to one's emotions," Satrou explained, his voice a steady guide in the magical tutorial. With a deliberate motion, he handed the doll off to Yuji, who received it with a mix of curiosity and determination.

Yuji's gaze shifted between Satrou and the bear-like doll in his hands, prompting him to ask, "So, I'm putting my curse energy into this thing while watching movies? How's that gonna help me?"

Satrou chuckled, recognizing the skepticism in Yuji's expression. "It's about control, Yuji. Sorcery isn't just about raw power. By channeling your curse energy into the doll, you'll learn to regulate and focus it. Think of it like refining a skill while enjoying a good movie—killing two birds with one stone."

As Yuji nodded in understanding, he took hold of the bear-like doll. In a surprising twist, the plush companion suddenly jerked and delivered a full-force punch to Yuji. The room echoed with a combination of startled gasps and laughter as Yuji grappled with the unexpected impact, the bear-like doll now proving to be an animated partner in this magical lesson. Satrou's eyes twinkled with amusement as he added, "And that, Yuji, is the importance of focus and control." The training had begun, infused with the unexpected charm of a sorcerer's unconventional teaching methods.

Over the course of a couple of hours, surrounded by the glow of the screen and the aroma of snacks, you had the chance to get to know Yuji a little better. As the night unfolded, you couldn't help but be amazed by his ability to learn and adapt so quickly.

"Hey, teacher," he suddenly began, setting his soda down. The movie you had been watching faded into background noise, creating a comfortable atmosphere for conversation. "How were you able to develop a curse technique without having any innate ability?" he innocently questioned.

The weight of your past settled in the room as you confessed, "My parents and I were attacked at home one night. They died from their injuries, but in a desperate attempt at survival, my body manifested my reverse curse technique, and I was able to live." In the blink of an eye, Yuji lost control, the doll swiftly delivering an uppercut as a laugh escaped past your lips.

The tension in the room dissolved with your laughter, lightening the mood. Yuji returned to the couch, and you softly placed your hand atop his head, activating your technique. The healing energy flowed, mending the bruise that had already begun to form. As the warmth of your touch enveloped him, a shared understanding lingered in the air—a connection forged through the tales of survival and the gentle touch of sorcery.

"I went through the foster care system for a while in the United States, and things weren't always the best. But it led me to being adopted by Yaga," you tenderly shared, the memories of your past etched in the undertones of your voice. With care, your hand, which had been healing the bruise on Yuji's cheek, gently withdrew.

"Huh? The principal was the one who adopted you?" Yuji's eyes widened with curiosity, prompting a soft smile from you as you nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and because of him, I was able to meet Satrou. He always looked out for me since the minute I got here. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be as strong as I am now," you softly confessed, a testament to the profound impact these figures had on shaping your life. Your love and admiration for your husband lingered in the air, a quiet melody beneath your words.

"Be patient, Yuji," you began, turning towards him, your eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and encouragement. "I know that you'll be strong like Satrou too one day," you reassured him, the weight of your experiences adding depth to your words.

Surprisingly enough, the door swung open, and Satoru returned, his eyes alight with excitement. "Why watch from the sidelines when we can learn up close?" he declared, his grip on Yuji reflecting the infectious energy that radiated from him. The scene echoed the echoes of your first mission together—the rush of anticipation and the thrill of learning in the field.

Wishing them luck, you couldn't help but smile as Satoru swiftly kissed you, his touch a reassuring blend of familiarity. "Go home and rest," he advised, his voice carrying a mix of affection and concern. "Before the higher-ups decide to send you back."

Your eyes met his, and a soft chuckle escaped him. "I'll make sure this one doesn't get too carried away," he added, a playful glint in his eye. Yuji grinned in agreement, ready for the adventure ahead.

As they ventured into the night, the door closed behind them, leaving you with a mix of emotions. The quiet promise of their return lingered in the air, accompanied by the echoes of shared memories and the unspoken understanding that every mission brought its own unique challenges and lessons

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You luxuriated in the soothing embrace of a familiar shower, the warm water a comforting cascade in the sanctuary of your own home. Having relished the flavors of the takeout acquired on your way back, the essence of Satoru's natural scent lingered in the fabric of the bedding, creating a cocoon of familiarity as you sank into the plush mattress. Finally home, a subtle yearning lingered—one that only your husband could fulfill.

As you nestled into the soft comfort of the bed, the day's exhaustion momentarily forgotten, your senses heightened at the familiar creak of the front door opening. The subtle symphony of daily life hushed as Satoru stepped through the bedroom door, a palpable shift in the atmosphere. The room seemed to exhale, your weariness dissipating in the presence of the person who transformed any space into a haven.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Satoru softly inquired, his eyes filled with genuine concern, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender kiss.

"You know I can't sleep without you," you responded with a sleepy coo, a faint smile playing on your lips. The room held a quiet intimacy, punctuated by the reassuring melody of his chuckle.

Satoru's brows furrowed with genuine concern as he observed your weary countenance. "You look exhausted," he remarked, his voice laced with worry, his six eyes reflecting the weight of his unease.

In response, you offered a tired smile and a dismissive wave, attempting to downplay the evident fatigue. "Just need a good night's rest before the New York mission in two days," you reassured him, unveiling your plans for a two-month break with a conviction that you could endure a bit more.

Satoru, however, couldn't shake off his worry. "You shouldn't have to bear such burdens," he argued passionately, his role as the head of the Gojo clan giving weight to his words. Yet, in a gesture that spoke volumes, you gently seized his hand, the warmth of your touch carrying a reassurance that transcended titles.

"Titles don't mean much to them," you sleepily conveyed, acknowledging the challenges your foreign status presented in the jujutsu world. Despite this recognition, your assurance cut through the fatigue, affirming that the love you shared surpassed any and all hardships.

As sleep beckoned you, Satoru watched your peaceful form, his six eyes picking up on the subtle signs of strain. "If the special counsel keeps pushing you like this," he confessed, his voice filled with a quiet resolve, "you might crumble through my fingers."

The room held the weight of shared concern and an unspoken promise—a promise to weather the storm together, regardless of the challenges ahead.

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005. UNEXPECTED GUEST

CHAPTER SUMMARY: You and Yuta are assigned to work together for another mission. This time, you were instructed to exorcise the cursed spirit that had taken the lives of 7 girls about your age

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Violence and injuries

WORD COUNT: 2.5K

INTRODUCTION | CH4 | CH6

To the normal eye in Japan, a missing person's case was not all that uncommon. It was a common occurrence due to cursed spirits.

The barriers around the country maintained by Master Tengen didn't allow many sorcerers or cursed spirits to appear out in the rest of the world. Hence, of all the countries in the world, Japan would easily be considered the country with the largest number of missing person reports.

When someone is related to the missing person, life becomes complicated. Stress responses settle in and most people can only think of praying for this person's return.

There are cases where the missing person returns home. Although they may have been in a different physical or mental state, they weren't dead.

Deaths that cannot be explained often happen to jujutsu sorcerers. Breaking the news to their non-sorcerer families about false information was the best they could do.

You and Okkotsu were assigned to investigate a singular chain of missing people. It was assumed to be done by a cursed spirit, but not one of an over-bearing level for you.

Okkotsu needed the experience, especially since he was a special grade sorcerer. His actual physical capabilities didn't even match up to a grade two sorcerer's. There was clearly room for improvement and this was a chance for that.

"Don't die," Maki looked back at the two as they were about to leave.

You waved, "Not planning on it, you know. See you later."

You both went to a car and were accompanied by Ijichi. You read the information on a tablet provided by the school out loud.

"At least 7 girls happened to be killed by the cursed spirit predicted to be a grade one within the past two months," your eyes widened, "and all were in their teen years. The youngest was only 14 years old..."

Okkotsu glanced at her before back at the tablet, his skin crawling, "Disturbing..."

"That's what's, unfortunately, ahead as a sorcerer." Ijichi took a quick look back at you two from the rearview mirror, "Only those who can handle it can continue."

The noiret fiddled with his fingers. He remembered the twisted and deformed bodies of his bullies from November of last year. It was the case that caught the Jujutsu Higher-Ups' attention.

"Beware, Yuta-kun, people will die in gruesome ways."

Okkotsu remembered Gojo's words and thought of the endless possibilities. People probably ended up like his old classmates or, even worse, dead. The real question was if he could handle seeing it often or not. It might've been a familiar sight, but the eyes of a child such as him will always be horrified.

"How do you handle it, Y/N-san?" Okkotsu decided to ask.

You were surprisingly quick to respond, "Part of me is always disturbed, so I'm not sure if I would consider it being handled. I know I'm a sorcerer for my loved ones. I can't save everyone or change everything, but I can certainly try and learn from those experiences. No one will be tormented by curses I defeat, and I can become stronger. After all, strength only comes from experience and courage. So, it doesn't matter if I dislike the things I witness as a sorcerer. This is my job, and I'll do my best to help who I can."

"That's very noble of you."

"So that's how you see it," you leaned your head back. "Nobility would be able to help everyone."

Okkotsu was surprised at your words that contained subtext. He believed you to be a principled and strong girl for someone so young. It was admirable to him, so why did you make it seem like you weren't good enough?

Though, he had no place to speak on a subject like that. There was more to Okkotsu than he could see. He would soon realize that fact, even at a price.

Okkotsu glanced out the car's window for most of the ride. He seemed to be the only one bothered by the silence, and you could tell by the way he kept peaking at you when his eyes were not on the window.

You wanted to ask what was bothering him but refrained from doing so because of the unexplained shyness you were suddenly experiencing. You chewed the inside of your cheek when you could feel his gaze.

You never felt the need to be shy around him, so you could only ponder as to why you were reacting that way. The car ride was over before you could even figure out a solution.

"This is where they went missing?" Okkotsu observed the business complex you arrived at.

It was two large four-floored buildings connected by a small one in the middle where the main entrance was. However, a large, worn-out tarp covered a majority of the 2nd building.

Ijichi answered, "It is. Your objective is to find the cursed spirit in here and exorcise it. Gojo-san also instructed me to tell you to not bring out Rika Orimoto."

The special grade sorcerer nodded and gripped his sheathed sword tighter. He would now have to rely on his small amount of capabilities and you, who shouldn't have to be worried about him.

"It's only a grade one so I think we can do it," you strapped your weapon to your belt. "There's two of us, and one, so far, of it."

The ravenet froze, "S-so far?"

"Always expect the unexpected," Ijichi told him before chanting the words necessary to create a curtain.

As the barrier draped down over the area, you and Okkotsu took the chance to enter the building. Side by side, you walked down the dirty halls.

"The outside looked much nicer and even then, it wasn't that cleaned up," you took note.

Okkotsu told you, "It was under construction but they suddenly stopped it because of some sort of scandal."

You pushed your bottom lip out and raised your eyebrows in surprise. You weren’t expecting him to know that information, especially when neither of you did research beforehand.

"I didn't think you'd know that," you commented.

"Well there's this," he held a paper next to his head.

"Oh," you became beady-eyed, "I thought you knew it from the top of your head."

Okkotsu's eyes mirrored yours, "Ahah no, I don't keep up with stuff like this."

You returned to normal and glanced at the date on the newspaper. You read out loud that construction of the building had started 7 years ago but was stopped almost a year later due to the company that owned the building. They were exposed for severely underpaying their workers.

The building hasn't been worked on ever since that day, and you were shocked that it wasn't taken down already. There was also a high school nearby, which would explain the random trash and how it wasn't completely dusty. Teenagers must come to the building to hang out or ditch school.

"Do you want to split up from each other?"

"S-split up?" Okkotsu nervously repeated.

You nodded, "You have Rika to protect you, and I should be able to hold off the cursed spirit, if I encounter it, until you reach me. We've been training so you can do the same without Rika, so she'll be a last-resort option. We'll give each other a call if we notice anything. Does that sound okay to you?"

Hesitantly, Okkotsu agreed to split off from you. The boy kept his phone in his free hand so that he'd be able to reach you faster. On the other hand, you had drawn you sword before you headed into the left building.

You managed to clear the first three floors without any sign of the cursed spirit. You didn't think that Okkotsu had encountered it because you neither received any message or felt a massive increase in cursed energy.

"So it's either on this floor or with him..." you opened up a door that led to a long empty room. It seems like it would've been used for faculty meetings.

You turned around and jumped in your spot at the sight of a face in front of yours. Emerald green eyes intensely stared back at you, who was utterly shocked.

"Hm? They finally sent a sorcerer. Geto-sama said not to do anything yet, but that's too bad."

"Wha-"

The girl immediately took 2 kunai into her hands and cut both of your arms. You acted on reflex by swinging your sword. However, the girl only flipped herself away from your range.

You looked at the fellow teenager in front of you. She was probably two inches taller than you, had emerald green irises, long blonde hair tied in two ponytails, and was in an outfit that was awfully... revealing.

The mid-waisted jean shorts and tight cropped tank top left nothing to the imagination. You would've said that the girl in front of her was pretty, but it was certainly not the right place nor time to. Not to mention that you were injured because of this blonde girl.

"Who are you?" you interrogated.

"Oh, you look just like her," she noticed your eyebrows furrow. "Mmmm, yeah. I'm looking at ya and you're a bit too similar. Oh, right~ I might as well give you my full name since you're not gonna leave here. Iseri Sayua is the name."

Iseri speedily threw the four kunai at Amaya, and you felt like Maki was the one throwing them because of how you had almost no time to react. You used your sword to deflect the blades, but it left you open to a kick by Iseri.

You coughed as you rolled on the dusty floor, "W-why? I thought that..."

"Yeah, you thought there'd be a cursed spirit here, right? That's the thing, Geto-sama would've taken the cursed spirit in if there was one."

"Geto-sama?"

"No one you need to think about for now. Now, come and fight for your life."

You saw the sickening smile on the green-eyed girl's face. Never did she think that you would be fighting a curse user, especially on a mission like this.

As the two of you fought, you were stuck defending yourself from Iseri's hand combat. By the way the older girl swiftly moved, it was clear that she was efficiently trained.

"Too slow," Iseri whispered right in your ear before kicking you right through a wall with her cursed energy-infused leg.

You used your own cursed energy to strengthen your back. After your body finally landed, you cast your Sea Dragon's Nest. The barrier made of condensed water protected you from more of Iseri's kunai.

"So, you have a water-based cursed technique," Iseri laughed, amused. "How sick of the higher-ups for sending someone like you here."

"Why do this?" you asked as you slowly stood up. Pain rippled throughout your body.

"Back with the questions? Huh... simply because I'm a piece of shit, isn't that right? Is that what you're gonna say?"

"You may be, but I don't personally know you," Iseri was caught off-guard when you suddenly dropped the barrier. "I don't know what your whole deal is, but what I do know is that I won't be kicked around for nothing!"

A pool of water swarmed in front of you, and what was a head of concentrated water popped out. The condensed water took the form of a dragon and attacked Iseri.

You didn't get to see Iseri's condition until getting closer, going through the hole in the wall that broke from her being attacked by Sea Dragon's Roar.

Iseri was on all fours and soaking wet when she looked up at you. She laughed before she went into a coughing fit, "Y-you're in perfect position, you fool."

You were taken aback by the chains that suddenly held you down, causing you to let your sword slip through your fingers. Both your wrists and ankles were shackled so that you couldn't even touch the see-through walls that appeared suddenly in all directions.

Even though it was slightly foggy inside, you could easily tell that Iseri was on the other side. The older girl placed her hand on the wall between you with a taunting grin.

"Ironic, isn't it? The girl who has a water-based cursed technique will drown. Quite funny in my opinion," Iseri's words surprised you.

"Drown? What do you mean drown?"

“Drowning means drowning, duh.”

You tried shaking herself out of the chains but you couldn't. You attempted to drag her sword closer with your foot, but ended up pushing it just out of her reach. Grabbing your phone was also not possible because your hands couldn't reach low enough.

The blonde turned around and began walking away, "Tell me, why do you think my victims had those abrasions all over their bodies?"

You jumped when you felt your back become wet. You turned around to see the tank-like contraption having a pipe at the top that was beginning to pour out water. You didn't even know where the water was coming from but didn't currently care. Whatever you were trapped in didn't allow you to manifest your cursed energy.

"No don't-! Damn it! How am I gonna get out!?" you continued trying to break yourself free even though the effort was fruitless. The water had already reached the level of her ankles when you began yelling again. "OKKOTSU! OKKOTSU, CAN YOU HEAR ME!? I NEED YOUR HELP!"

Yelling, stomping her foot, shaking the chains— all of your efforts didn't seem to work. You could only watch as the water had risen past your knees and closer to the top of your legs.

'Am I gonna die this way?'

Tears formed at your waterline as the situation was setting in. The water was rising fast and you couldn't do anything. There was no space to use your technique if you could use your cursed energy, and you couldn't even grab your weapon.

All you could do was plead for Okkotsu to hear your desperate cries. You didn't want to place any blame on him, so you ended up feeling regretful.

"I shouldn't have split us up, huh?" you bit your lip when the water level was up to your waist.

Another pipe appeared and also began pouring water at the same rate. The water was increasing now at double the speed it was before. You knew it would reach above your head soon.

But the boy who would be considered your knight in shining armor appeared. Okkotsu looked at the sight in front of him in fear. He froze up seeing that you were in a helpless state.

"Y/N-san!" he ran up and placed his hand on the clear wall.

"Your sword!" you yelled as you raised your head. The blood-tainted water was now almost at your shoulders. "Use your sword!"

Okkotsu immediately unsheathed his weapon and tried breaking down the incredibly hard glass. He didn't notice that he didn't even scratch it when continuing to hit it with his katana. Although it was glass, the fact that it was Iseri’s cursed technique made it difficult to break.

“I-I’ll get you- I’ll-!”

You felt the water at the back of your tilted head, Okkotsu's words drowned out. The water was rising fast, so you continued taking in as much air as she could. However, it wasn't long until you were completely submerged, your tears washed into the water around you.

WRITTEN: 03/09/2022

#୨୧ [ loving you ] #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #yuta x reader #okkotsu x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

[joka13]

FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 29

WARNINGS: none

You don't go to your next class and instead head to the library. You pull a random book off the shelf, sit down at an unoccupied table, and start reading. You've always found comfort in the pages of a book no matter the issue, so it comes as a surprise when tears begin to blur your vision. You quickly hide behind your book, propping it up vertically on the tabletop.

You silently cry, and you wonder why. You know for certain that you're afraid of what Professor Umbridge might do to you during your detention, but that's not all. There's something else that's been bubbling up inside you for a long time, and it suddenly dawns on you that it has to do with Fred and George.

You realize that, ever since you met the Weasley twins, your school life has not been easy. You're always having to look over your shoulder to be sure that a teacher isn't watching you too closely. Your grades are dropping fast. You're getting detention. You lost your best friend to your enemy. All of these bad things have occurred and you know it'll only get worse if you continue to stay with the twins... Yet you feel that what you've gained throughout all of this completely outweighs your amount of loss.

The tears stop falling as you think of them: Fred and George. They make you feel happy. They make you more than happy; they make you free. When you're with them, you don't have a care in the world other than to make them feel as happy as you are. Before you met the twins, all you were concerned about was school, getting good grades, earning the respect of the professors, and whatnot. All of those are fine things, but... isn't this wonderful feeling worth so much more?

It is, you tell yourself, and you haven't been so sure of anything ever in your life.

You then remember the unexpected boldness that had driven you to almost telling Fred and George that you loved them. (You would have if old Umbridge hadn't spoiled the moment.) That boldness returns now as you relish the certainty of your genuine love for the Weasley twins. You quickly stand up, disturbing the silence of the library as the legs of your chair drag on the floor. The abrupt movement knocks the book you'd been pretending to read off the table. (Typically, you hold a much higher respect for texts of knowledge and would never dream of treating one so poorly, but right now you've got your mind totally set on something else.) Even if the truth is so obvious it'll sound silly when you do, you're going to profess your love for Fred and George as soon as possible!

You leave the book and rush to the library's exit. You're practically bouncing with joy and excitement as the words you plan to say to the twins form in your mind. Right as you come to the doorway, you smack into someone entering, sending you both to the floor.

"Y/l/n!" Malfoy's voice growls. Your happy emotions quickly give way to ones of hatred as you look up to see him getting back to his feet.

"Sorry," you mumble out of habit, then wish you could take it back.

"I ought to tell Professor Umbridge about your reckless behavior. You could have injured me," Malfoy sneers as you stand up.

You snort. "Oh, please. Don't be such a milksop."

"You won't be calling me such things once I get you in detention," Malfoy retorts.

You roll your eyes. "Don't bother. I've already got detention scheduled with the pink toad."

"Well, then," Malfoy says, grinning wickedly. "If that doesn't turn out to be enough punishment, I'll just have to wait to make my complaints until after she's become headmistress. Then she could do some real damage."

You raise an eyebrow in mild surprise at this. "What? Why would she ever be made headmistress? If anything happened to Dumbledore, I'm sure Professor McGonagall would be his replacement."

"But something has already happened to Dumbledore." Malfoy brushes past you, lingering too long when your shoulders touch. Your immediate desire is to move away, but now you're curious to hear what Malfoy has to say. "He's gone mad, you know," he half whispers into your ear. "And the Ministry of Magic will soon be wanting to make a... permanent statement about it."

Malfoy's words linger long after you leave the library. Though it's a bit early for dinner (not that you'll be around for when they serve it), you head down to the Great Hall, not wanting to be anywhere near Malfoy. You have a seat by yourself at the far end of the regular Slytherin table in hopes that no one will attempt conversation with you while you think.

Is what Malfoy implied really a possibility? You were upset about Umbridge's educational decrees when they first began making their appearances but also grateful that she didn't have any more power than that. She doesn't have the power... but the Ministry of Magic surely does. Could they really be so set on taking Dumbledore down if only for the sake of the students? Or is there more to it? If they truly cared about the education of Hogwarts' students, they wouldn't have sent someone like Umbridge to "put things in order". What you've read in the paper makes you think that the Ministry just doesn't want people to worry about You-Know-Who... Dumbledore's a very influential wizard, which is why they would need to hurt his reputation if he was wrong. But he's not, and, as far as you can tell, about one third of the public knows it, so the Ministry still has a good amount of opinions to win over... Is this the "something" that Maddy warned you about? Or would it only be the beginning...?

You aren't prepared for it when the intimidating dong of the clock tower lets you know the time: five o'clock.

You scramble off the bench and run as fast as you can through the halls and up the stairs, dodging students and faculty as you go. You'd hate to make Umbridge anymore upset with you by being late.

You reach the third floor, winded and panting heavily. For the first time, as you approach the door leading to Umbridge's office, true anxiety takes hold of you when you really imagine the situation that you're about to put yourself in. You feel sick. Every step closer to the door decorated with an ugly pink bow seems like an eternity, and you want to turn and run.

But you're a good student. You've always obeyed your professors because it's always been for your own good... Is this for your good? You extend a shaky hand toward the door handle...

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[taruruchi]

ᴛᴀʀᴜᴄʜɪ: ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇʟɪɴᴇs & ᴄʜᴀᴛs

Note: I know MCs don't usually have voice lines but 🤺 I'm giving her voicelines. There are no rules in this household. You also don't understand how unexpectedly long it took me to come up with a chat for Azul . And I'm an Azul simp

❜ ─ VOICELINES ─ ❛

Tutorial: Oh, are you lost? Yeah, same... No, just kidding! Sure, I'll show you around.

Level Up 1: Does this mean I can use magic now? ...No? Well, it was worth a shot.

Level Up 2: Pretty surprising for a magicless human to get higher grades than a lot of people, huh?

Level Up 3: I bet you I could beat all these people if I had magic.

Level Max: I might not have magic but I think I'm at least more familiar with it! Now, if I could just steal someone's pen... Kidding!

Vignette Level Up: Hey, I know I don't say it enough, or even at all, but... I really do appreciate the friendship we have.

Spell Level Up: It's pretty fun learning about a completely new world.

Uncapped: At this point, I should just replace one of the housewardens... No, never mind, they'd kill me. Except Idia, I bet he'd be glad.

Groovification: I'm in the mood for fun! Heyo, wanna do something together? You can decide what it is, I trust your judgment and taste.

Lesson Select 1: I'm sleepy... Do you think I can sleep through the next class?

Lesson Select 2: The duality of history class is real. It can be interesting but so boring at the same time. How is that possible?

Lesson Select 3: Please don't pick flight class. I can't sleep and I have to exercise? What a nightmare.

Lesson Start: Do you have your stuff ready?

Lesson Finish: Can I go back to my room now?

Battle Start: I have a feeling you're gonna regret this...

Battle Won: You shouldn't rush into fights you can't win.

❜ ─ CHATS ─ ❛

Perfect Blend

Riddle: Taruchi, there will be an Unbirthday party tomorrow afternoon.

Riddle: Would you like to come?

Taruchi: Will you let me have coffee instead of tea?

Riddle: But why? Unbirthday parties are essentially and traditionally tea parties.

Taruchi: I just haven't found the right blend of tea, and sweetened coffee is just good!

Riddle: Is that so? If that's the case, we just need to find the perfect blend for you.

Riddle: So come to the party tomorrow, all right?

Sleeping Spot

Taruchi: Leona, I have to admit something.

Leona: Are you about to admit you actually like me and were just in denial before?

Taruchi: What? No. That's stupid.

Taruchi: I wanted to say that sleeping under a tree is surprisingly relaxing.

Taruchi: It's very peaceful. So I also wanted to apologize for interrupting your sleep when you were under the trees.

Taruchi: Only for those times. This is a truce just because I see the appeal.

Leona: Hmph. You finally came to your senses, Herbivore.

Unexpected Idea

Azul: You're in luck today, Taruchi. I have you to thank for my latest business idea.

Taruchi: Should I be worried?

Azul: Not at all! I came here to give you my thanks. I owe you.

Taruchi: That's nice and all, but... I already don't like where this is going.

Azul: Because of your explanation of "gacha games", I had the idea of employing a similar method for an event in the Mostro Lounge.

Taruchi: No. Stop. I already don't like this.

Taruchi: You're becoming just like my worst enemies! The companies that run gacha games...

Homesick

Taruchi: *sigh* This place is way too cold for me.

Kalim: Were you from somewhere with hotter temperatures?

Taruchi: Yeah, it was much warmer than here.

Kalim: In that case, why don't you visit Scarabia? It never snows there!

Taruchi: True, I've always felt more comfortable whenever I visit your dorm.

Taruchi: Are you sure you don't mind?

Kalim: Not at all! We can even have a sleepover!

Kalim: I'll ask Jamil to prepare for our sleepover tonight!

Taruchi: Wait, I didn't even agree yet—

Unhealthy Habits

Vil: Taruchi, did you stay up late again?

Taruchi: Wh— How did you know?

Vil: If I know one thing about you, it's that you have the bad habit of staying up late.

Vil: It's also evident on your face.

Taruchi: What? I thought I looked normal.

Vil: That's because you're used to that look.

Vil: So, I've created a regimen that you must follow every day.

Vil: I'll keep checking up on you until it's engraved in your memory.

Taruchi: Man, what... I mean— Thank you, Vil.

Free Pass

Taruchi: Hey, Idia.

Idia: T-Taruchi. What are you doing here?

Taruchi: I was wondering if I could be something like... an honorary Ignihyde student.

Idia: What...? What do you even mean?

Taruchi: Please give me free access to Ignihyde and its Wi-Fi. Please?

Taruchi: Ramshackle doesn't have Wi-Fi—I'm dying out here!

Idia: I don't know if I have the power to make you... What did you call it? Well, whatever.

Idia: But I can give you the Wi-Fi password. Just because you're one of the decent people here.

Idia: And... you know. You can stay in Ignihyde. Just remember we have strict boundaries.

Taruchi: Yeah, obviously. Me too. Anywhoozle, thanks, bestie!

Late Nights

Taruchi: Mal-Mal, I know I stay up really late but...

Taruchi: Do you really have to visit me at two in the morning? That's prime bed time.

Malleus: I apologize, Child of Man. I fail to realize what time it is, given that time moves differently for humans and fae.

Malleus: I was also not aware of the “prime bed time.”

Taruchi: That's fine, I'm not that mad.

Taruchi: But could you at least visit me, like... seven hours earlier?

Malleus: ...Of course. The next time I visit, I will come earlier.

Taruchi: Why did that sound unsure...?

#☆ taruchi talks ocs 💭 #☆ the lost girl: mini taruchi 💙

[kxowledge]

what was the topic of your exam? keep your chin up. graduate school is hard, and it's normal to confront unexpected challenges.

Thank you for the encouraging words, I really appreciate it!

 The exam in question was about innovation management. My first semester was overall disappointing in terms of grades – not that I think they are bad grades, just not what I was aiming for – and while I have moved on, I also want to get better this upcoming semester. I am proud of the As I’ve gotten and while my other grades are just Bs, I took it pretty harshly at first, though I have since then put things into perspective. I am still not happy about them, because these are topics I want to eventually teach (!) and grades matter a lot since I will apply for a PhD position & hence I feel justified in wanting higher grades. I am however happy with my performance in class and with most of my exam prep. I know one of the main issues and I am trying to address that. Another reason why I was upset about the results was that they didn’t match the expectations that not only I had set for myself, but also that everyone else had for me. But life goes on – even if it took me almost a month to get over them.

[This is the last entry I made in my journal mentioning exams, around two weeks ago, and which felt like closure. Warning for mentions of God.

Today's culte was focused on a reading from 2 Kings. The pastor talked about failure, inviting a reflection on what in our life isn't working or hasn't worked out. From small failures to bigger ones - such as the one in the reading, where Elijah is feeling like he has not succeeded in his life.

Failure which leads us to want nothing more. Feeling like we have failed and we cannot go on, as we are unworthy. Yet, God is always with us – which we see in the form of a messenger (which can be an everyday interaction and not necessarily an angel, but rather anyone from your significant other to a neighbour to a stranger).  He still loves us. The fact that we were not enough (insuffisance, impuissance) does not mean that there’s no space for us. This is not the end. It is instead just part of the journey.

I thought of my grades, which felt like failing because they didn’t match the expectations I had for myself, leading me to feel like I’m not worthy of continuing my studies and feeling disappointed in myself. Mediocrity rather than excellence. Yet, this doesn’t have to be the case. I don’t need to be successful for him to love me. He’s always here.

There is no single solution that God offers. It can be useful to reflect, to go back to the foundation. It can also be useful to put it down and put it into words, so that the vitriol doesn’t infect our soul. In the passage, God offers Elijah silence. This too is what I need: silence and quiet time for reflection and time alone to work on what I need to.

Where do I go from here? I keep going on and I keep trying. God is still here with me and everything is okay. Yes, I didn’t feel worth it, but that’s not the case. It’s an indication for reorientation – a message I can take and move on with. I know I can do better. I am still worthy. I am still loved.

Failure is not a stranger to God. He too fails. It is part of life. It’s not for him – nor it should be for us – a source of fear, anger, or despair. It is part of the journey.]

#replies #msc

[akkhie]

Take The Next Step

People are born onto the world and live whenever they want to or not. It was the same as me, and I lived A normal life like others. But it's natural for unpredicted events to appear in one's life. I'm Khawla Kaye Tabia a Grade 12 Senior Highschool HUMSS student, As a student and Big sister to my younger siblings it's was hard for me to manage my time and be responsible onto the things I intended to do. I'm an optimistic person or should I say a dreamer kinda of a person intended to dream a lot for my family's future without poverty, and give them a life without any worries. There is saying that history repeats itself, but my dreams will break this saying by proving that it is not right for others not to judge the future. As a learner I'm a hopeless romantic person unlike other students I don't have time for flings or a romantic relationship. For me friendship marks a life more deeply than love, because love can change in a period of time but friendship can cherish in a time of life, being a student is like a ball that has to be released bounce higher, at times we struggle we were eager to step up and move to the next chapter.

On the other hand, I'm currently working at the LGU (mayor's office) as an immersionist to developed working experience. Every week I learn to adapt ,and manage to have a better communication skills. I learn how to be more polite when asking a question and greet more courteous to every person I see. Seeing the school year about to end, all the hard work and stress about to payed off. Months of worries, cries, and pain, then there's the moment when it's all over. We've about to come in this matter to a parting of the ways, we've face the unexpected (COVID-19) and overcome those anxiety and stress during the pandemic.

Our destination is so far away but we also got so far. Separation is part of our success, and be able to start a new beginning our exposition of our story. Friendships that are full of laughter and craziness at first i didn't like them nor dislikes them but later on when we got familiar. I found that they were actually warm hearted, crazy, full of nonsense and a bit arrogant though. I didn't notice it but they've changed me into a better person. We been working hard for it maybe the raod a head will not be smooth but i believe we will make it together " hard working people will always be blessed by god "

Were just keeping our heads up and march on the path we've chosen. I have no regrets. This School year has come to an end soon. Life is all about separation, and luckily I've met the people that made me a better person, I'm very thankful for them being able to be part of me and I'm always indepted to those people.

[13-frinfransstudios]

WIP Introduction #1

Title: THE WORLD ONLY WE EXIST

Genre: YA Romance, Runaways , LGBTQ+

Blurb:

Anya Moore is a pop sensation with lots of people who look up to her, though her passion is something else. Sadie Ozoa wants to chase her dreams and doesn’t want to take no for an answer, but it feels like she doesn’t have a choice. But unexpected decisions they made had created unfaithful circumstances that have brought two different individuals together. Next unthinkable move: run as far away from the situation that could have led to their wishes.

They don’t know how they ended up walking together and they don’t know why. But all they want to do is to escape from the environment they were surrounded in. Anya and Sadie thought they would be distant but with every step they took, they started to know so much about each other and what they have one thing in common: they hated how the world has become. They then thought what if they rebuild Earth where it is all ruled by only the two of them and make it a reality?

As they go on the journey to create their own world, Anya sees that Sadie is more than an outcast and Sadie sees that Anya is more than just a star--they are each other’s world.

But with the world that is against their odds, will they be able to show their truth?

In this first debut comes a coming-of-age story about realizing that in order to survive the world, you must choose whether to follow the rules or break them for the sake of doing something right.

Links:

Goodnovel: https://www.goodnovel.com/.../LGBTQ/The-World-Only-We-Exist

HiNovel: https://enbook.hinovel.com?preference=1&lang=en&book_id=12839&s_platform=web&s_from=writer&s_aid=19386&s_time=1681115385233

Moboreader: https://www.moboreader.com/.../LGBT/The-World-Only-We-Exist

Story: https://h5.novelmanga.com/...

NovelCat: https://novelcath5.novelfox.net/.../auth.../book/131942/0...

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Trivia/behind the book:

I had many story ideas but I chose this to become my first novel to be published online. One time I became so insecure about my grades since I got a very low score. Then I told myself: "I will never become successful one day" so I stopped writing and focus more on my grades. I did get higher grades since but then I become very sad.

One night, I had a breakdown and I got no one. I was thinking of destructive things until I hear two voices in my head having a conversation. They are sitting by the campfire, talking about life, and how it sucks to live, and if they were stories, their life is the most messed up one. Then they also said that no matter how messed up the story goes along the way, we still need to finish it because we will never know what really happens in the end. And whatever happens, at least we finished telling our story, and it's much worse not knowing about what life got for you if you stop it.

So as I hear all these meaningful conversations in my head, I try to write them down and I realize /This is the one. The one that will keep me going/

So I tried writing in the middle of doing schoolwork and after a few chapters I tried to pitch it in Web novel platforms and currently I have my story up on FameInk platforms, Goodnovel, HiNovel, iStory, and more!

I am so happy meeting Sadie and Anya (and yes, I came up with that name BEFORE that one anime exist. And I hate how I thought I'm unique when I made the name.) And I am glad that we are embarking on this journey together. Thank you guys for the lift. I would love to make this world you guys created a reality <33

#lesbian #sapphic #lesbian writer #lesbian writers #current wip #writing #my writing #writerblr #sapphic writer #sapphic reads #sapphic story #discover #writing romance #romance #romance wip #lgbt fiction #lgbtq

[free-my-boy-grumbot]

year in review woah

I posted 1,740 times in 2022

That's 1,333 more posts than 2021! remember when i would only post 3 times per day? yea that was pathetic

166 posts created (10%)

1,574 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most (i love how its only hermitcraft blogs)

@araccoonthatlikesmurder

@terrible-leviathan

@foryouthegays

@ghost-chi

@griancraft

Most used tags or smthn

#cameron monologues - 65 posts

#hhh - 55 posts

#hermitcraft - 49 posts

#[deadname] monologues - 48 posts

#mcyt - 33 posts

#grian - 22 posts

#dream smp - 21 posts

#relatable - 21 posts

#dsmp - 19 posts

#danganronpa - 19 posts

broo my mf tumblr tags deadnamed me

Longest Tag: 87 characters

#no wonder you don’t read that often mf you’ve never felt a single emotion while reading

that was me slandering ppl who dont read angst

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

MAGIC USERS AND THEIR DEFINITIONS (because i’m mentally unwell and needed something cool to research)

FOREWARNING: In this, I do say that “witch” and “wizard” are not gendered terms and witches are different from wizards. This is literally just my headcanon (for lack of a better word). Most fantasy media does say that they are the 2 magic genders, but it’s my post and i’m going with the definition that I like.

Abjurer: Specifically deals in protective spells and the suppression of others’ magic.

Alchemist: Focuses on potion making, chemistry and alchemy (I know, shocker).

Artificer: Magic craftsmen. They do not cast spells, and instead can infuse objects with magic (such as a sword or wand).

Bard: Casts divine magic using their music and charisma.

Cleric: Their magic is a favour from the Gods to them. They pray at the beginning of the day every day to get their powers.

Chiromancer: Specialises in palmistry or fortune telling.

Diviner: Uses magic to foresee or predict future events or to discover hidden knowledge.

Druid: Wields nature-themed magic. Like clerics, they get their magic from the gods.

Enchanter: A general name for someone who uses magic.

Hydromancer: Specifically focuses on controlling water or liquid.

Illusionist: Uses magic to create illusions. Also known as evokers or conjurers.

Mage: Similar to the sorcerer, but instead of relying on willpower and instinct, they are more uniform, while sorcerers are more on the creative side.

Necromancer: Specifically focuses on reanimation of the dead.

Oneiromancer: Specifically focuses on dreams and prediction of the future.

Pyromancer: Specifically focuses on controlling fire.

Sorcerer: Does not learn magic, and instead has it within them. This can be, for example, because it is in their bloodline.

Warlock: Gains magic from a divinity or higher power. The magic equivalent of fucking your teacher for grades.

Witch: Does magic that is particularly focused on plants, herbs, healing, and cooking. Witches mostly make potions and have familiars (most commonly cats, frogs/toads, rats or ravens)

Wizard: Learns magic from books and study. Many also have staffs, wands, or another means of casting spells.

Let me know if i missed anything!

585 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

ah, the magic gender discourse post

#4

LIBERAL WILL WOOD

THE DIFFERENT ALBUM

LAPLACE’S DEVIL

LOVE ME GAYLY

I/Me/Myself

BISEXUAL BOX WARRIOR

TRANGENDER LAWYER

TOMCAT DIVERSITY

886 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

i could have just put all the actual song titles

#3

every will wood song

[scatting] babygirl i am severely mentally ill

932 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

whys it always the will wood posts fr

#2

wait so you guys know how the hermit species is canonically short? and how they all keep calling bdubs short? i like to think bdubs is only a tiny bit smaller than the rest of them. like, not enough for an average person to notice but enough for the hermits to notice. i’m just picturing like

Grian (literally tiny compared to Joel): lmao bdubs is so short am i right

Joel (an 11-foot-tall god that can’t see the difference between them): uh. yeah lmao imagine.

2,026 notes - Posted November 6, 2022

this one was unexpected fr

My #1 post of 2022

2,735 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

god every time i see this post i remember the person who said that scarian had more content than grumbo and i dont wanna engage in Shipping Discoure because im mature and have grown out of shipping wars but someone actually fucking hold me back. you come into MY house-

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

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[simminglytimeladies]

How the hell do I get an 88 on Math. WTF?

#txt #rambles #bleppingrl #for those whose school system uses letters that's a B+ #which is pretty high #if you're in a regular public high school but i'm in a science high school #and mathematics are one of those subjects that need a higher grade #(i mean this school generally needs higher grades for its students) #and normally i get 85 or 84 (84 is a bit of a failing grade while 85 is just the minimum) #so for me it's unexpected to see a grade higher than that #(better than 85 lol)

[violettelueur]

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI || WHAT KIND OF WOMAN IS YOUR TYPE

| featuring : fushiguro megumi ft. kugisaki nobara + todo aoi + zenin mai from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors, she/her pronouns and spoilers from anime (if you haven’t watched ep 8)

| form : imagine

| word count : 2179

| published : 03 january

| synopsis : taking a short break from their training for the kyoto sister-school goodwill event, fushiguro and kugisaki are sent for fetch some drinks for everyone. however, it seemed like they were suddenly ambushed by a few students from kyoto tech leading for a question to be asked to fushiguro ‘what kind of woman is your type?’

| barista’s notes : well well well i think of a lot of fushiguro imagines don’t i? ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but yeah this imagine idea has been in my mind for quite some time but i didn’t know when i could right it since it was during school when i first thought of it but here it is! right now, i am watching akudama drive and i am really enjoying it right now! other than that, i hope that you all enjoy this ‘on the house’ cup of classic black coffee and please come again soon!

“What kind of woman is your type?”

Perplexed, Fushiguro as well as Kugisaki, shifted their heads to the side trying to convey their confusion to the two students that were right in front of them.

From the beginning, since this absurd question was asked, the two first-year sorcerers were buying drinks for themselves and the second years as an errand due to them taking a short break from training since all of them were preparing for the annual Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event that was coming up in a few weeks.

However, unexpectedly it seemed like two of the Jujutsu Tech students from the Kyoto side decided to come to pay an uninformed visit to the Tokyo side to see what they were up against for this year since the usual third-years - who would have participated - were suspended for the time being as well as the main competition: Okkotsu Yuta being aboard right now for educational reasons.

“Depending on your answer, I’ll beat you half to death right here and drag Okkotsu, or at least the third-years, out to the exchange event,” the large Kyoto student threatened to Fushiguro as he then suddenly violently ripped his purple shirt, showcasing his large muscular body before positioning himself in his usual fighting stance as he then suddenly announced, “by the way, my type is a tall woman with a big ass!”.

“Why do I have to talk about my taste in women with a guy I just met?” Fushiguro annoyingly asked as he began to express an irritated expression on his face with the situation that was in hand.

“He’s right. That’s a tall hurdle for an antisocial guy,” Kugisaki unintentionally comedically commented as she pointed at her stoic classmate, leading Fushiguro to express a more vexed expression as he then stated, “you be quiet. This is confusing enough already. You’ll just make it more complicated,”.

“Kyoto, third-year, Todo Aoi,” the male sorcerer introduced himself. “Introduction over,” Todo then announced as he then continued by saying, “now we’re friends. Hurry up and answer, if you prefer men, that’s fine too,”.

“A person’s fetishes reflect everything about them,” Todo explained as he described the reasons why he was asking his question in the first place. “People with boring taste in women are boring people themselves,” Todo passionately expressed as if he was presenting a school project that he was extremely proud of as he then exclaimed, “I hate boring men.”

“The exchange event is where my soul can be free as blood boils and flesh clashes, who knows what I might do if my last exchange event ends up boring me?” Todo rhetorically questions himself as he stays in his fighting posture as if he was ready to pounce at any second with a confident smile on his face.

“Hey, aren’t the Jujutsu Tech schools four-year schools?” Kugisaki asked in a questionable tone since she was perplexed at the fact why Todo mentioned that it was his last exchange event when he was a third-year student.

“Only third-years and under can join the exchange event,” Fushiguro quickly answered Kugisaki’s question as she then let out an understandable ‘Hmm’ to inform her classmate that she acknowledged what he had just told her.

“As a show of kindness, I’ll let you off only half-dead right now,” Todo once again threatened before repeating the question that started this whole situation, “answer me, Fushiguro. What kind of woman is your type?”

“Is this some kind of comedy routine?” the shikigami user angrily asked, as he increasingly got annoyed at what was happening and was confused on why he was picked.

However, it seemed as if Kugisaki was more observant of the other student besides Todo as she started the other sorcerer’s uniform - who she quickly learned was named Zenin Mai and that she was also Zenin Maki’s twin sister. “Is that your summer uniform?” Kugisaki asked in a light tone, as she admired the outfit before continuing with “ticks me off, but it’s nice”.

Looking to the side, Fushiguro looked at his classmate as he began to analyse the situation that was currently going on. From what he could gather, Kugisaki was unarmed and didn’t have her usual hammer with her like she normally did meaning he was wanting to avoid any confrontation that could happen at this moment in time.

‘Not forgiving people isn’t a bad thing. That’s just part of your kindness, isn’t it?’

Well, that’s what his sister said to him one time.

However, before Fushiguro could finally give his answer to the third-year sorcerer, Kugisaki suddenly lifted her hand and pointed with her index finger to the Kyoto students causing expression of confusion to appear on Todo and Zenin’s faces as they didn’t know the reason for this action of hers.

“Fushiguro’s type of woman is behind you,” Kugisaki suddenly commented.

Unfortunately, before the Kyoto Jujutsu Tech students could even turn around to see what Kugisaki was pointing at, Todo suddenly felt something extremely quick and strong being swung across his face as he fell from the unexpected impact leading to Zenin to look at the scene in extreme shock before sighting a black trainer being placed on his cheek leading to her dark coloured eyes to look up to see who the assaulter was.

“Sorry, you were taking too long to move even though I tried to inform you that I was behind. But you continued chatting rubbish about woman type and fighting and whatever came after,” you commented as you looked down upon the fallen student.

In front of her was a female who was wearing a simple outfit which consisted of a pair of black trainers with the paring on the same coloured high-waisted track pants and crop-top, which Zenin wasn’t sure if it was long or short-sleeved since the female also had a bright red track top on to make sure she wasn’t completed covered in the midnight colour. 

Quickly, Zenin pulled out her gun she had hidden in her uniform out of instinct only for it to be suddenly snatched from her grasp, leading to her weapon to be intimidatingly being pointed at her - the complete opposite of what was supposed to be played out. “Too slow,” you quietly commented as you then turned to look at the second-year with a nonchalant expression on your face causing Zenin's face to twist into a fuming expression.

“L/N! Don’t worry, I got your water!” Kugisaki suddenly shouted, as her eyes shined at the scene that had unfolded right in front of her. There was no secret that Kugisaki admired you, even though you were in the same year as her. Since the day you arrived at Tokyo, Kugisaki immediately noticed how strong and knowledgeable you were as a sorcerer and was especially surprised at the fact when you told her you were a grade two sorcerer rather than the higher grade she thought you were. On the other hand, Kugisaki knew a person that admired you more than she ever could, causing her eyes to shift to the person next to her, only to find him looking at you with a shocked expression but also with bright sparkles in his eyes.

Turning to look at your two classmates, you gave them a small smile as you gave Zenin her gun back before you walked on top of Todo’s body to make your way towards them. “Don’t shoot me in the back,” you mentioned to the female Kyoto sorcerer, as you raised your hand up to wave her off before you grabbed the bottle of water Kugisaki had extended to you.

“Thanks,” you said with gratitude as you took a quick sip of the hydrating liquid, before turning back around to find Todo steadily putting himself back up on his feet as he wiped away the dust from your shoe off his cheek.

“What a roundhouse kick that was?” Todo groaned as he clicked his neck before looking at you with a smug look on his face. “So this is your type of woman Fushiguro?” Todo asked, causing you to look at the third-year sorcerer with a perplexed face before quickly turning to your friend, only to see him with his head turned to the side away from your gaze, viewing the nature scene that was in the open. Although, that didn’t hide the deep blush that coloured upon his cheeks.

“Even though your type disappoints me based on her physical appearance,” Todo stated, causing you to have an irked expression on your face, which was truly evidenced with the clear creases on your forehead before the grade-one sorcerer saved himself from your wrath by commenting, “but she is my type on the way she fights, it is very interesting,”.

This comment of his caused you to instantly prepare yourself for an attack due to the statement sounding menacing leading to your curse energy to flow down to your arms and hands as you were ready to cast any spell that was needed to defend both you and your classmates.

“Are you perhaps L/N Y/N?” Todo questioned as he pointed at you, leading you to look at the sorcerer with a surprised look before nodding slowly at his question as your answer. “So you’re the new famous sorcerer that nearly took down Sukuna at that mission ha? The one that uses her curse energy for casting spells as well as creating curse weapons, no wonder why you took me down with a kick!” Todo exclaimed in glee as he picked up his jacket from the ground before turning his back on you.

“Looks like I won’t be bored the whole time,” Todo fondly mentioned as he turned his head back to look at you before starting to make his way to the exit with Zenin right behind, leaving you, Fushiguro and Kugisaki in confusion on what just happened.

“Since when was I your type Megumi?” you quickly asked Fushiguro, once you saw the Kyoto students disappear from your sights leading to the shikigami user to give Kugisaki the side glare since she was the one that revealed his whole secret crush on you.

“Since the day he met you L/N,” Kugisaki teasing answered for him before she started to make her way back to the track field, leaving you and Fushiguro by yourselves in an awkward situation for the dark-haired boy.

Kugisaki wasn’t wrong. Fushiguro really did like you the second you arrived at Tokyo when you had finally enrolled to Toyko Metropolitan Curse Technical College and quickly admire you as a sorcerer when you were to pass Gojo’s field test extremely quickly, surprising the other first-years since you were the last one to arrive. His admiration and love for you only continued to grow when you were fighting with Sukuna back at Eishu Juvenile Detention Center and somehow managed to go toe to toe with the King of Curses like you and him were on the same level.

“Don’t blush now Megumi,” you cutely commented as you poked his pale pink cheek leading him to give you an offended look before relaxing his express once he saw your smile. “So I’m your type ha?” you asked again in a playful tone causing Fushiguro’s blush to deepen before he began to rub the back of his neck in nervousness.

“Come on, come on,” you pressed on as you desperately tried to get an answer from Fushiguro while a glimmer of hope shone through your eyes hoping what you heard from both Kugisaki and Todo was true.

“Yeah...you are my type,” Fushiguro quietly mentioned as he shyly looked at you in the eye leading you to clearly see his handsome face. You couldn’t help but smile brightly at the sight, even though he was gazing at you like he was confident, you acknowledged it was the opposite and really appreciated how he was coming out of his shell to tell you how he really felt about you. 

Wanting to calm the dark-haired sorcerer, you flicked your finger in the middle of his forehead leading to Fushiguro looking at you in surprise at the sudden action, before you softly mentioned, “you’re my type too Megumi. Come on, the others are probably waiting for us.” 

Gently taking his hand in yours, you began dragging him the same way Kugisaki left you both since you both needed to make it back to the track field. “Also, thank you for buying me the bottle of water,” you suddenly mentioned, which once again, led Fushiguro to look towards you in surprise since it was Kugisaki that told you that she had got it for you.

“I know Kugisaki is a bit too stingy to buy me anything except when it comes to our girl shopping trips, so I already knew it was you that bought me the bottle,” you explained, as you turned to look at him showing the water bottle in your other hand, causing the shikigami user to uncharacteristically smiles at you back.

Yeah, his type of woman was you.

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[lovee-infected]

Hello!! Can I request headcanons about gn mc who got sick (with fever or something to the point they can't go to school) and the twst boys decided to visit and take care of them? I've always enjoyed your headcanon! Thank you!!

Riddle Rosehearts

He's got much of a weak immune system himself so he's usually prepared for unexpected situations like this. He knows what to do.

Just lay back against your pillow, do exactly as he says and you'll return to full health in no time

He'd probably be really angry if he finds you out of bed without his permission or spending too much time over your phone and reading books; he insists on you resting and much as possible.

He agrees on being possibly a -bit- over protective but he doesn't mind. If this will do any good at your healing process then he's more than okay with it.

Whenever you tell him to stop over stressing himself because of you he just goes: " Me ? Over stressing? Of course not! If you wish me to be calmer than I already am, then stop playing around and rest well till you get better."

He truly does work his hardest for you while you need him, from takings notes of what has been teached during your absence to spending at least 2 hours a day with you, making sure that nothing goes wrong.

As the strict leader of Heartslabyul, he usually spends most of the day watching over students and checking whether they are doing good at school and exams or not, but for now he cuts back on these responsibilities to take care of you. He may not shout that out loudly, but he always puts you before any other responsibilities he might have. Perhaps he enjoys spending time with you just as much as he enjoys having fresh strawberry tarts.

Trey Clover

You were still trying to catch up with the classes but Trey just knew that it'd be too much. It was him who made you forget about the school and instead, rest in your room.

You are a bit stressed out about not being able to take care of your chores, but thankfully he is there for you. He isn't known as heartslabyul's mother for no reason, make sure that he knows how to caress and pamper you better than anyone else.

Aside checking on you every day and bringing you additional medicines and food, he makes sure to collect notes of everything that is teached during your apsence so you won't have problems catching up with the studies afterwards . No need to mention that his cooking on the other hand is stunning, 5 star chef Trey at your service.

He understands that it might be a bit boring laying down in bed without anyone to talk to, so he often comes to you as you need someone to talk to and also brings you your favorite books to read so you won't get any bored when he can't be there.

He never says a word to make you feel any bad or frustrating about being nursed by him, instead he knows how to motivate you to get better even sooner: " Nursing you is absolutely adorable, but I don't want my dear (y/n) stuck in a bed all day while I'm willing to show you way more exciting things than a just couple of books,"

Cater Diamond

Clones, clones and clones :Time to get to work! The best part with it is that he can always make sure to have at least one of his clones watching over you even if he's busy with school or stuff, not that he lets you know what he's doing though.

You wonder why Cater's staying with you 24/7, as a third year student, isn't he supposed to be like, really busy with studying? Cater assures you that there's nothing to worry about, and it seriously isn't. He can always catch up with everything even his actual self stays all night at yours.

While his use of clones might seem a bit tricky, he still makes sure to provide you with anything you as long as you're sick need and even more: Bringing you roses and chibi, stuffed animals as gifts, along with sweet chill chats whenever you're awake, sending you soft love quotes with a bunches of colorful hearts and kisses via text even as he's right beside you, He enjoys how you'll need to look up your messages to see what he texts you allthough he's sitting just a few meters away from you. Aw, the way you blush whenever youlok at your phone, how cute~

Ace Trappola

What's the purpose of going to school when he does not understand a single word of it while his mind is all stuck on you? What are doing now? Are you fine? Does your chest Still hurt? Has your pain gotten any worse? Is there someone with you right now? What if you need help??

He's about to lose his mind, he tries asking someone free to check on you but there doesn't seem to be such a person available at the moment. 'That's it , I'll go on my own'

With the help of the year gang ( Jack, Deuce and Epel) he fakes breaking his leg during a PE session and yeets off the school for an entire week. YES!

He is moving to your place for a couple of days and Deuce will cover up for him whenever someone asks where Ace is.

Ace just knows that you're sick, he isn't sure of the exact name or type of your illness. On his way to yours, he fills a bag with anything he finds at Heartslabyul's cabinets with any title as -medicine- for you. He'll later look for the right one you need between them.

When you get to look into what he has brought, you aren't sure if he's kidding or not and when you ask, Ace realizes that he's really goofed up: what he actually brought was nothing else than animal medicines, and he he literally brought you each and every of them existing in Heartslabyul; how come didn't he see the pets/only label-??

You're lucky that you already have your medicines prepared, so you tell him not to worry about it. He feels so damn embarrassed wanting to melt into earth right now, but you have to admit he really lifted up your mood. You're happy to have your cute, Crabby-haired idiot besides you while you're sick, and he tries his best to help you with cooking and making sure of you taking your right medicines on time to make up for the mess he made on his first day:" Ehehe...at least...you can use some of them when Grim gets sick, right ?"

Deuce Spade

He really wants to stay there taking care of you but... he has to go to school as well. He has to get much higher grades this semester if he doesn't want to have to spend another year as a first year.

He can't skip any of classes, but promises to spend the rest of his day after school.

He rushes with his school uniform still on to your place, not wanting to be even a second late . He has to carry some casual clothes along with his books since he wants to stay over nights if you need him.

Due to get getting in trouble a lot back at the time, he's rather educated in medical field so he knows much and less of what he'll need to do as you're sick?

His cooking isn't something he can rely on so he goes to Trey, telling that he needs some soup for Ace since he seems to be looking a bit sick lately?

He prepares your food, brings you warm towels, repeatedly checks your body temperature and when you're finally asleep, gets to his own studies. He ends up Having fewer than 3 hours of night sleep multiplr times and once, he didn't get any sleep at all.

He tries his hardest to look his best in front of you so you won't notice how terrible he actually is; when you question the bags under his eyes, he claims them to be left from the mascara which a couple of guys put on him a few days ago for fun and consistently laughs. Damn, this boy doesn't even know how to lie huh? He is literally dying, but he won't tell you a word. He can handle worse...

When you finally return to full health you realize how terrible he's been doing lately and you take rule of his nurse this time. Making sure that your cinnamon roll would finally get some sleep.

Leona Kingscholar

"My room, now". You look way too terrible to be able to make it to the classes therefore he has to make sure that you won't do anything stupid while you need to be taking some rest.

Bringing you to his own room wasn't his main intention since he just wanted to keep an eye on you but couldn't afford to visit you everyday if you didn't live any close to him so, easiest solution to the problem would be you staying with him.

He lets you use his bed but keeps on reminding you that it's just because you're sick so you better not be expecting such things to ever happen again. He would fall asleep in less than a minute at whatever he lays his head on, so sleeping on the ground isn't as hard as it seems. He just had to make sure that you would't step on him or his tail when you walk out of the bed.

He can ask Ruggie to nurse you and all, but decides to do most of your stuff on his own because it'd be a lot worse if Ruggie too gets sick. Sharing the same room with you has already put him on a pretty high infection risk so, that wouldn't really matter if he's the one nursing you or not. He doesn't really mind getting sick either, a free chance to take some days off school and chill; why not ?

He turns out to be pretty good with board games and there's no need to worry about getting bored while you can go for 100+ chess matches with Leona winning you each and every time; a bit ironic, but entertraining nonetheless.

He's actually really enjoying spending time with you, but isn't really expressing it. The only time when he actually shows some direct affection is when he plants secret kisses on your forehead as you're asleep.

Ruggie Bucchi

He has grown up in an awfully poor family with multiple siblings, so he's pretty familiar to the pain of seeing those you hold dear sick .He has turned into a not only responsible but also supportive boy toward friends and family, so you can make sure that he can take the best care of you while you're sick.

Perhaps his only problem is...Leona. He'd need Ruggie around even during school time and the hyena boy can't even have a full 30 minutes away from him which makes it impossible for Ruggie to take his time checking on you at least once a day.

Well, he has to find a way to babysit both of you at the same time so, -Let's take you to his own room-

Great ! He no longer needs to worry now that he can take care of you both. Leona too agrees on you staying at his as long as you don't cause any trouble.

Poor Ruggie has to sleep on the floor but assure you that he rarely gets to be the one sleeping on bed back in the home so, he is kinda used to sleeping on the cold ground.

He knows how to cook? Much and and less of it but who cares? He just asks you what you want and returns with it in 30 minutes; guess why: Because he'd just borrow the food from someone else. He doesn't mind his dirty ways indeed, you're sick so, you're more important than some dude wanting to chill on his food during lunchtime.

He just takes a list of medicines you may need and returns with all of them in his bag. He has to come at the right time on his own every time you have to take any of them since you'd most likely either fall asleep or forget to take them on time.

Enjoy your time with him, because it's gonna be a real luxury. He'd treat you nothing less than the way he treats Leona as he's sick so, you may consider yourself a part of a royal family at his service.

Jack Howl

Fluffy tsundere wolf is ready to give up on all he's got for you, what on earth might be sweeter than this ?

The moment, no, the second he realizes that you're not feeling well, Jack would immediately take you to the nurse office to see if you're. It's such a relief that it isn't thst serious, all you need to do is to take some rest.

Meanwhile you're resting in bed, he'll do the shopping and asks the kitchen for some soup ( You're sick you can't have too salty or sweet foods like normal cafeteria meals ) He gives up on his own meal to get some for you instead, it's just hunger of course he can handle it.

He feeds you and makes sure that you'll finish your entire meal, reminds you to take your medicines on time, brings you your favorite books to read and, most importantly, listens to... anything you'd ask him for.

He hardly ever lets anyone touch his ears or tail but if it's you, why not? You even fall asleep hugging his tail like a doll and he just patiently waits for you to wake up, blushing as he appreciates how cute you look while asleep.

Damn he has to keep the distance otherwise he as well would end up being sick but, it just seems impossible to say no when you ask for cuddles.

Jack tells you stories of his home town and national legends making your mouth drop in fascination. His stories seem to amaze him just as they amaze you and it makes him unbelievably happy to see you liking things he's been appreciating all over his life.

He even gets to the point of talking about his will to become all mighty and strong just like the magicians he looks up to, especially Leona. Just watching his strength gives you the will to overcome your illness and be at least a bit like Jack; he's really great, isn't he?

Azul Ashengrotto

No no no- Unacceptable! You shouldn't be sick, you shouldn't -get- sick- He told you to watch what you eat and what you wear as it's raining out there - HE TOLD YOU A MILLION TIMES- But now what? You are sick.

Azul panicks, he keeps on exaggerating the whole thing even if it's just a normal cold. He just isn't the type to easily deal with sicknesses. Whenever he catches a cold, it'll take him weeks to return to full health due to how weak his body is and, he's so worried about you being the same.

Soup, warm water bath, Medicines , magic potions to reduce the fever, ultimate revival spells... he showers you in all of them. Even if the virus won't kill you Azul's overprotection will most likely do, and he'll get really mad if you tell him that he's exaggerating it.

When you regain half of your full health, you ask him to let you return to school and- He immediately pits you back in bed: "No leavings, not until you're done with this troublesome fever or whatever."

You feel like an adult forced to stay in a cradle and wear diapers meanwhile Azul thinks that you're too naive to take your health seriously.

When you finally manage to pull him over, you realize how sick and pale he's gotten since you got sick. The bags under his eyes proved that he hasn't been getting much of sleep recently. "God what have you done to yourself-"

You finally tell him that he's the one who needs help , not you. You plant a kiss on his cheek and force his head to your lap, wanting him to get some sleep. He slowly understands that he might've been taking it a bit too seriously, but since you are fine now, he's kinda glad that he took it hard on you. He just wants you to be safe and sound; even if his it's going to cost his own health on the first placd.

Jade Leech

Humans get sick? It's pretty rare of aquatic creatures, especially eels to get sick so Jade's pretty new to this . 'wow , pathetic , aren't humans?' he thinks . Well anyway he can't just stand back and make fun humans while you seem to be in serious pain, but what can he do? He still has a lot to learn about human life and it's his first time having one of them sick, oh man.

Well, they tell that you should get some...rest ? Well maybe he should take you to bed. First step done , let's go for the rest. He blocks several of his classmates in the corners asking for... information. He simply takes notes . Possibly useful medicines and meals, hours of sleeping, allowed activities, useful tips, warnings, etc.

He has to read the list several times to make sure that he's got it all right. Let's nurse (y/n).

He unexpectedly goes from 0 to 100 like bam- bye eel boy hello nurse Leech. He'll turn your room into a hospital room, a good one though, filled with dolls and flowers and anything he was told to add because they send away positive vibes.

His cooking on the other hand is amazing. He'll look for several light meals for sick bodies but- chooses those which match your tastes . You can't help but to love everything he cooks . Chef's kiss.

He changes your bed pillow and cloths everyday, returning with washed, silky pillows and covers . A warm, smooth bed is what you need for a good sleep.

If there was such a status he would've been the god of nursing; wow you would've needed pay him off a lot for his service if he wasn't giving it all to his darling for free.

When you finally regain your health, he just has one more question left to ask before leading you to your daily classes: "Now now dear, would you mind rating me , and my nursing service?"

seem like he's really curious to see whether he's done it correctly or not.

Floyd Leech

Things seem so uncool when you're not as energetic as always , pale skin as if you're choking on lack of oxygen and bizarreness in your movements like a doll, smh, so boring.

Just like Jade, he's pretty new to surface life and watching you bear with illness looks pretty weird in his eyes?

When Jade, finally, informs him on what exactly happens to human body while struggling with an illness and what he must do to you to get rid of this annoying mode, he understands. Floyd still finds human's body shitty for how weak it is but decides to use Jade's words as a guide to deal with you.

A warm bed, fluffy pillows and stuffed animals, these seemed to be enough for step one: Enough of rest and sleep. He can't blame you on this one though, sleeping is always amazing. Something that never gets boring. Everything seems to be pretty fine to begin with, sadly it won't last any longer than a few hours-

He's told to bring you food, but when he returns with 4 bags filled with chocolate, candy, soda and chips; it's obvious that he didn't get the point correctly. Jade explains that your body is still way to weak for too salty or sweet foods, even highly cooked meals would worsen your immune system and make it take much longer to be healed.

Floyd goes for a second pick up and this time: this time returns with raw potatoes and frozen meat- Raw potatoes and frozen meat-. Well, he just followed everything Jade told him...? Neither too salty nor to sweet, and raw because Jade told him not to bring over-cooked stuff. Even if the virus did you no harm you would've probably died under his food selections if Jade wasn't there to stop him...

While his food choices might be horrible, Floyd's still one of the best mutuals you can have close when you aren't feeling well. With him beside you, giggling and chuckling as he rambles on how boring his day was, you've got to admit that you'd rarely feel sick when he's around. Although you're sick at the moment, nothing seems to have changed between the two of you, he enjoys spending time with you now just as much as he enjoys it when you're all safe and sound.

Well...maybe he can't be the best nurse you'd get to have , but one thing's for sure: No one can ever make you laugh like he does and, you know what say: Laughter is the best medicine~

Kalim al asim

He can't be any more worried, he stresses out whenver a friend is sick and now, it's not just a friend, it's -you-, one of the dearest and closest ones Kalim had ever had; just how can he keep calm ???

He is being raised under severe health protection and hardly ever catches even a simple cold, several people had taught him strict health routines and he had to follow them all over his life, so he is considerably familiar with ways of overcoming and illness , and that's what he's here for!

Jamil forbids him from cooking since it's too dangerous if he needs to use any knifes, but that wouldn't hold him back from finding enormous food recipes based on your favorite condiments to make your meal more pleasant.

He makes sure to prepare anything you need in a matter of seconds, golden peacock or 5000 camels, doesn't matter ! He's got way more than enough and what use would be better than giving them to you?

He can take care of you on his own, but Jamil insists on Kalim leaving it all to him and stay away from you as much as possible (No need to mention the high risk of infection for Kalim since he's almost sticking to you all the time)

Jamil as well would caress you meanwhile you rest at Scarabia (Right, Kalim proudly brought you there ) and Kalim, makes sure to stay close to you as much as he can, mostly when Jamil isn't around to tell him off- He doesn't want to put Jamil in more trouble but, you are his first priority.

You're bound to your bed, but just having Kalim around brings way more fascinating adventures than what you might get to see out there. His stories really do show you to a whole new world and takes the pain in your lungs and chest way further that your mind could catch . Perhaps Kalim is he one and only who can make your mind fly, even as your body's laying lifelessly in bed.

Jamil Viper

For the first time, someone stressed him out more than Kalim always does. He's always expecting to be scared to death because of him, but because of you? Damn he didn't see this coming.

Depending on what your illness is, he manages to freak out even more or clam himself down to his sane self, but the main point is how he's got to serve you all the best until you're totally safe.

He soon prepares any kind of medicine and chemical you may need and you have to use them all properly, don't even think of rejecting any single one of them otherwise Jamil would force feed you: "Don't be such a baby, you won't get any better unless you have these"

Just like Azul, he might be a bit overprotective with your health since he doesn't even let you leave the bed for more than a few minutes. He insists on you avoiding any sort of activities that may be tiring or heavy to your body.

To be honest, the thought of using his snake whisper on you when you don't behave or ask him to stop being so strict over a simple illness crosses his mind. Luckily, he refuses to use it. You're still his lover that'd be too heartless of him to take advantage of you like this just because you can't see how much he loves you.

He needs to keep the distance, but has to admit that it can be really hard to avoid hugging and kissing all over your face when you're gazing at him with that sweet smile.

Having you close makes Jamil realize how affectionate he actually is: How much he misses the healthy and happy you who he was never in a danger. Well maybe this nursing days gives him a lesson to at least try to have some sweeter time with you while you are all safe and sound - and not tiredly laying in your bed.

Vil Schoenheit

You can consider yourself nothing less than a Prince/ Princess when Vil of all people is caressing you. Your body is still way too weak to have control of anything going on in your life at the moment, and that's how Vil takes control over all of them- all in your life. Which means that you now have to live and do as he wishes.

He will take no effort in turning you into one of the fairest of all students in school (Not that you'll ever reach him though) as long as he can have his eyes over you. His rules are way more than just -beauty- ; just as he can be the all fair and powerful Queen who steps on you, he knows how to play the role of the nurse like a Queen would do~

A royal maiden is only to serve the royal family, so it's time to show how much of a princess /prince you can be in bed. You don't need to worry about your medicines or meals since Vil's always organized and on time with them, not to mention that his cooking too seems to be pretty good. He uses light yet, nutritious recipes that you'd enjoy and you're really surprised because these kinds food don't really look tasty.

Perhaps he just needed an excuse all this time to get this close to you, so he can take care of anything he's been dreaming to do with you all this time. Pedicure and manicure, trying on new fruit masks, resting face and body muscles to have a smoother, cleaner skin, etc.

Your room is a beauty salon at this point and you usually forget that you're actually sick.

He works on not only your physical beauty but also your manners, he doesn't care if you're sick or not . It's the best time to take away your poor manners and habits.

Well the scary Queen has got his own soft spots too; while indirectly giving you beauty lessons, he enjoys teasing you as you sometimes look pretty naive and new to all dos and don'ts of a high-level life like his, and he's more than pleased to teach you: "Pull yourself together , potato."

Rook Hunt

He isn't really into the whole nursing game but- If it's an opportunity to stalk caress and admire you all night, why not?

He is lowkey familiar with the basics so, it isn't supposed to be that difficult to handle . Finding pills and medicines isn't hard either since they can all be found at mister S's shop. ( He would've liked it better if he had to get them from a moster or something, anything more adventurous)

Though he doesn't really like quiet and safe journeys he'd actually appreciate it if it's with you. And of course, he won't let anyone else take advantage. Let it just be with the two of you and all~

He isn't about to hurt or scare you in any sort way; it's true that he just loves it when things get a bit dangerous but, he knows how to manage excitement as well. You want him to be a soft gentleman? Then that's what he's going to be.

Rook would be the softest Rook you could've ever imagined when he plays the nurse. It can't even be called nursing: It's about a passionate lover spending all his time with his darling who isn't feeling well. Even his expressions are taken to a totally different level, the mysterious smile he always puts on is replaced with a worried and, mildly sad gaze that makes your heart melt.

Might sound too dramatic bug he may even sing you to sleep. Sweetest words ever dancing to the rhythm of his unique accent that make your cheeks hurt at trying not to blush. This isn't the only drama he's up to though, even his normal speaking often ends up with your mind drowning in feelings. He won't bother giving you soft kisses on hand and forehead when you don't expect it. He likes surprising you, even if it's in a romantic way.

And...the real Rook, is only out when you're asleep. Sitting on a chair just a few inches away from your bed, a pair of eyes carefully follow the pace of your chest as it rises and falls. He's never tired, a huntsman gets no sleep as long as his prey's close by. Wow, if sweetness is all he needed to approach you, then he should give it a try more often~

Epel Felmier

His first reaction to hearing of you being sick is summarised in :Gasping, Blushing, Questioning, Sad puppy eyes. "It's just a simple fever...right? (Y/n) will soon be better..." , Epel confronts himself. He isn't getting overly emotional, but when it comes to you, he does have a sensitive spot.

At first, it is his anxiety over your health that makes him want to come over to your house to check up on you everyday but , it soon ends up being more serious. What if this is an opportunity to prove his reliability? You'd finally get to see how much of a strong and helpful man he can be. Even as he looks soft.

While Epel's trying his hardesr to seem a tough as possible, you can't help but to adore his cuteness as he is doing his best while you're sick. He bakes you the best of apple pies you've ever had and you have to admit; being sick can't hold you back from enjoying the sweet taste of fresh, caramelized baked apples melting in your mouth.

Growing up to be a country boy, he never really relied on chemicals as a useful cure to any illnesses. He's more into organic ways of helping human body into regaining its lost energy, which can be put as : 1) Healthy food 2) Enough of sleep and rest 3) Lifted up spirits and enough of humor. He'd be really protective over the last option, he wants to make sure that your self-esteem and spirits would be way better than ever

He has to keep the distance, but some small cuddles would not hurt, right? Perhaps some small forehead kisses before bedtime too. He's still pretty uncomfortable with kisses but, since you're sick...that can be counted as an exception.

Idia Shroud

He's been away from humanity for too long; long enough to almost forget that humans get sick. Robots sometimes have their codings crashed or their gears damaged, that's when they'll need an engineer to repair them . How did the cure system work with humans?? He can't really remember. Due to spending time with almost nobody except Ortho (who happens to be a robot) and hardly ever leaving his room and as the result, barely getting sick, Idia is pretty new to human body's metabolism; he isn't sure of what he might be able to do for you. But, humans have something called...immune system, right? Ah something that heals body on its own. Well maybe relying on that would be enough.

He decides to give you some far distance support instead of comimg all way down to your dorm . He can't be any more happier of technology's existence for such cases. Your immune system can heal you on its own, all he've got to do is to send some motivation your way. The summary of most of his extremely motivational texts would be : "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger! Keep it up (y/n)!!👊✨💥" and when you reply telling him how terrible you're feeling he'd just try to look for strongers sentences-

He repeatedly mistakes humans and robots and accidently texts you:" why don't you get someone to repair you?" several times. Then goes to bang his head against the wall realizing how dumb he's acting.

When you get worse he gives up. Maybe those sentences wasn't enough of motivation . Idia really does want to come visit you in person but he seems to be bound to his area. Well at least, Ortho isn't, right? He comes up with a way better idea to program Ortho to take care of you while Idia can't do it himself. He copied hundreds of anatomy, human biology and medicine to Ortho's data list. Well that seems to be enough. He can now cook, wash clothes, brings you your medicines and most importantly, remain by your side all the time as you may need help. Idia puts s small camera on Ortho so he'd be able to watch what's going on as long as you need Ortho's his help. He feels quite guilty for not showing up on his own but- maybe it's just better this way. Coming in person would do no good but him freaking out at not knowing what to do which would end up in making you feel worse. Long distance watch as he controls Ortho around is way better, even if he has to keep his eyes on tablet 24/7. He cuts back on his sleeping to make sure that nothing would go wrong. Even long distance watch seems to be stressful at this point...

He does care about you, a lot, but right now, he's no prepared to show physical affection. Let him show his love through his very own ways, he's just taking baby steps with you <3

Malleus Draconia

"Now now little one, don't give in so easealy. I know you're stronger than this..." Malleus motivates you. You certainly aren't going to die just because of a simple fever but still, wow. Humans -are- truly weak and fragile. He shouldn't really be caring for a mortal being especially if it's a human, but you are an 'exception'; you always are.

He could just leave you to Lilia and Sebek and you would've been under their watch and care 24/7, but he prefers to do this on his own since you are his favorite creature. He doesn't mind seeing how you'd overcome the pain even if it's with a simple cold. He wants to get more of you and your expressions.

He doesn't really have much to do, magic can do it all. All it takes to turn your depressing room into a prince/princess's dreamy bedroom is a twist of a finger. Go on and tell him what you want , you shall have in within a second. "All the best for you, child of man~"

While his significant magic skills are all truly stunning and helpful, his presence on his own seems to be the best part of him nursing you. He is your tsunotarou, afterall~ Not the descendant of Mistress of all Evil but only when it comes to you.

Sometimes he'd make you wish you'd stay in bed forever and ever, all to have him here, by your side. Just to have his soft, slender fingers brushing against your cheek and playing with the tip of your hair.

He does talk, but most of the time being is spent in silence since he doesn't want to bother you if it's hard for you to talk. He may pretend to be busy with something else but it's just to take your mind over the fact that he's watching you all the time. His small gestures are just as sensual as his words. Kisses on forehead, locking his dragon eyes with you , brushing your soft hair with hand as you lay on his shoulder (not that he cares about keeping the distance although you're sick. Your human illnesses are way too weak to do any harm to him, anyway~ )

His favorite time of the day is when you're asleep. You're adorable and lovely all time but, your sleeping pose, it's unimaginably beautiful to him. Watching your calm face empty of any emotion followed by the calm, yet, organized pace in your breathing as your chest falls and rises. He barely gets any sleep during the night, he doesn't need it. Watching you is way more pleasing: "Sweet dreams, my precious little human~"

Lilia Vanrouge

The most experienced, dedicated nurse here. He's been raising many of baby faes and struggling with a young, fireball shooter baby Malleus over the years. Nursing a fragile ill human like you is no more than a warm-up for him.

Chill on your bed and let him take care of everything, from the warm towels to fluffy blankets and pillows. Smooth music playing in your room as you take short naps, plushies and teddy bears around your bed giving you feelings of a newborn baby sleeping in a warm and fancy bed.

That's not all, along with his professional nursing skills, having Lilia himself around would take it all to a whole new level. He is so full of contrasts; Young and old, quite and wild, wise and careless, serious and silly and probably hundreds of other adjectives you can name.

Where else would you find a nurse who'd play you your favorite rock tracks on his guitar in the afternoon while at night, brings you cookies and hot milk to have while listening to his old but -gold- stories before going to sleep?

Lilia has got it all, old, new, calm, wild, and perhaps that's how it's never boring when he's the one you are spending time with. 'Sickness with benefits' to call. But, don't forget his horrible cooking skills.

Better hide some canned food under your pillow to save yourself from starvation when he's not around, refuse to eat his food st any cost (otherwise you'll need another 2 week hospitalized because of food poisoning-)

Make sure to thank your adorable bat nurse when you're back to full health; even if your stomach's still in pain because of his nasty cooking.

Silver

It's...his first time taking care pf someone. He is neither experienced nor educated when it comes to human health... especially because of how he's been living with fairies (who barely get sick) all over his life. The only reliable source for him would be his own memories; how Lilia used to take care fo him when he was a child. There isn't much he can remember but that'd do

Nursing doesn't seem to be that hard when he actually gives it a try - Mostly about you sleeping all day. Wow if sleeping this much is considered to be a symptom of being sick, then Silver himself has to be sick as hell 24/7. He isn't really sure if that's concerning or not

He is doing good since he seems go be pretty responsible and calm toward the whole thing, but don't expect him to be on time.

Silver wants to make sure that you'll take your medicines on time but he often fails to. He oversleeps most of the time and when he's up, he'd panic knowing that you missed your hourly medicine again.

He'd lowkey feel frustrated and useless when he misses stuff because of his sleeping issues, especially when it comes to you. He have to go for a stronger method so, he ends up in using 7 different clocks and alarms to make sure that he won't miss anything anymore; you're sick. He has to do all his best to take care of you. Nobody matters more than you do. Alarm clocks he uses are freaking loud and give him a heart attack whenever he uses them to wake up. Poor guy would need a long sleep when you're better.

He often falls asleep next to your bed after making sure that you are having a peaceful night sleep. He places a goodnight kiss on your forehead lays his head at the bottom of your bed. Who knows, maybe he would dream of you tonight, again.

Sebek Zigvolt

There's no way that you'd ever come close to master Malleus but- he still cares for you, a lot. Perhaps as much as he cares for Malleus although he refuses to confess to it. He is trained and skilled for all possible emergencies so he's all prepared to take the best possible care of you and make sure that you'll return to full health in no time.

He just knows what he is doing and makes sure that things would run smoothly. He is keeping each and every aspect in consideration and can organize everything like no one else can. From your sleeping schedule to light exercises required as you're sick. He insists on you starting to develop a better life style so that you won't end up in bed and lose time like this.

It's nice to have someone keeping the balance of your life when you need it, but when it's Sebek we're talking about, know that he might go a bit -too far- with it. He'd be overly protective and strict while you need a considerable deal of sympathy and softness too since you're sick - He collects notes of everything that was teached while you were sick and brings them to you to study, telling you that it'd be impossible to keep up with the rest of the lessons unless you study them right now, in your bed. And when you complain of it being hard to read and sit due to how weak your body is, he returns with the solution: Audio books (He isn't giving up... deal with it )

Studying isn't your only issue: he's being protective over each and every muscle you move. He'd wake you up early in the morning for a light, morning work out and doesn't let you out of the bed for the rest of the day. Whenever you complain, that's what his answer would be: " Master Lilia has blessed me with these , gloriously impressive lessons he's learned through experiences within his long- lasting life!! I believe in his words from the bottom and there's surely no cure greater than this if he says so" poor boy isn't considering he possibility of Lilia tricking him again at all.

This puppy means good, even if he fails to show it as great as you might be expecting him to. In fact he is just following all that he's told to, meanwhile he's pretty inexperienced and new to it. You may find it a bit unfair but, consider that he would've never gone out of his way to take care of you for plenty of hours everyday if it wasn't for you (Or Malleus-) seeing you sad on its own gives him wet puppy vibes let alone having you sick . He may act like a coward but, it's all because of how much you mean to him.

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Maths Tutor (Lee Felix)

Student! Lee Felix x Tutor! Reader (gender-neutral) Genre: Smut, College AU Words: 2,6k Summary: An innocent study session between peers turns into something much more exciting when unexpected feelings make an appearance

Content Warnings: Humiliation, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Pegging, Sub! Felix x Dom! Reader

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“Y/N I still don’t understand,” Felix whined as he stared at the page in his book. Y/N had been tutoring him in maths in their dorm for over an hour now, but somehow he didn’t seem to understand the basics concepts of this semester’s topics. The exam was in about a week, but he was far from getting a good grade, the way it looked right now. Y/N sighed and turned the page to see if the next topic would be easier, but unfortunately, it was only an expansion on the former topic.

“I’m sorry Felix, I wish there was something I could do to make you understand it within minutes, but it’s going to take time,” they sighed as they played with the pen in their hands, gathering the motivation to keep tutoring the poor boy. He had recently transferred to Y/N’s college from another campus and maths wasn’t the only course he was behind in. He tried so hard, but this college was way more prestigious than the one he’d transferred from, hence the higher standards for each course.

“We don’t have time,” Felix sighed. “We don’t even have time for a small break if I want to pass this course. If I want a good grade, I’ll have to study non-stop for the next week and that is just impossible,” he shoved his notebook away from himself and rested his head on his hands. Y/N couldn’t help but think he looked adorable with his lips in this slight pout.

Lee Felix was a pretty boy, there was no doubt about that. His little freckles, his puppy dog eyes, his always perfectly groomed hair… Yeah, there was definitely something about your peer that made him very attractive to the eye. Almost like an elf.

When Felix looked up, he noticed they were staring and started blushing, quickly averting his gaze. Y/N did the same, feeling a little embarrassed.

“We are going to try our best, Felix,” Y/N said, placing a hand on his arm. He looked at it in slight shock and bit his lip, his cheeks once again heating up. It surprised them, as they hadn’t expected such a simple gesture to have this effect on him. However, they weren’t complaining at all.

Y/N stroked his arm slowly, trying to calm him down a little. They felt goosebumps appear under their touch and when they looked up, they saw him shuffle slightly in his seat. Y/N bit back a smirk, enjoying how such a simple touch could make the cute boy react like this.

“Okay, how about we try this problem and then have a little break after?” Y/N proposed, withdrawing their hand, hearing him sigh audibly. They couldn’t tell if it was disappointment or relief. Felix nodded quickly, grabbing a pen and starting to scribble down notes, trying to hide his own embarrassment. As he was writing, a mischievous plan popped up in Y/N’s head. What would happen if they teased him? Would he react even more than he just did? Would he say anything? Y/N bit their lip, placing their hand on his thigh as they pointed at one of the things he’d written down.

“This isn’t completely correct,” they explained, feeling his leg tense under their touch. Felix’s breath audibly picked up as he tried to focus on the words coming out of Y/N’s mouth. However, he was clearly having a really hard time.

Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as they inched their hand closer to the little boy’s inner thigh, rubbing slow circles with their thumb. They kept creeping closer and closer to the poor boy’s crotch, which was noticeably getting harder with every touch. This continued for a couple of seconds before a sudden, whiny sound escaped from Felix’s lips. He looked up in surprise and embarrassment, quickly hiding his face in his arms as he shuffled away from your touch.

“Fuck, I-“ he trailed for a second. “I’m sorry Y/N. This is fucking embarrassing,” he said, his voice an octave higher than it was minutes before. They couldn’t help but like this change. Like the effect they had on this pretty boy.

“Felix,” Y/N whispered, inching their face closer to Felix’s neck before gently kissing the delicate skin there. “Don’t be embarrassed please,” another quiet whiny noise left the boy’s lips.

“W-why?” He whimpered, unwillingly tilting his head to give Y/N more access. The usually seemingly tough guy had done a one-eighty and had turned into a subby baby under his tutor’s touch. He didn’t want to feel this way, but he couldn’t help it; they had this effect on him and he didn’t know how to get rid of it.

“Because I think it is time for that break now,” Y/N said, turning Felix’s face towards themself before kissing his sweet lips gently. The poor boy breathed out in relief and kissed them back with the delicacy of a little baby. That was the true Lee Felix: a little baby who was helpless and needed a mommy or daddy to take care of him.

Luckily for him, this attitude awoke a side of Y/N they hadn’t seen much before. Suddenly they wanted nothing more than to be called mommy by the pretty boy.

Y/N gently tugged on Felix’s bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from the whiny boy. His hands found their way to Y/N’s waist and pulled them closer, desperate for more. They pulled back and started kissing down his jaw, making sure to leave small marks as they kept moving down to his neck.

“Y/N,” Felix stuttered, briefly withdrawing from the touch. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you,” they answered, lowering their voice to emit more power. “Baby boy needs a little help it seems,” Y/N glanced down at the poor boy’s crotch, where his dick was now prominently bulging. Felix blushed at the pet name and hesitantly nodded.

“Do need help,” he admitted. “But… Are you really...” He bit his lip and they already knew what he had been about to ask them. They nodded briefly.

“Dumb baby needs mommy to help him with his problem, doesn’t he?” Y/N continued as they moved down their hand to stroke the boy’s clothed member. Felix shuddered again, trying to stifle a moan caused by the sudden touch. Y/N could see he wanted to protest against the role he was being placed in, but he couldn’t. He was a dumb baby and he did need help. Hell, that was all he wanted and needed at this moment. His subby side had made a full appearance and there was no more use trying to hide it.

“Please?” He pleaded Y/N. “Please help me, mommy?” That was all Y/N needed to spring into action. They gently pushed the boy down on the carpet, unbuckling his dress trousers before pulling them down with his boxers. His cock sprang up happily and fully erect. Damn, he had really been as needy as you thought he was, and all of that just because of light touches.

“Mommy will help you, little one,” Y/N whispered in a seductive voice. “Relax and do not worry about that,” they slowly stroked the little angel’s cock and watched how his face contorted in adorable emotions; shock, pleasure, and lust. The poor baby wasn’t used to being treated this way but he wasn’t complaining at all.

His hips bucked lightly and Y/N pushed them back down before licking up his shaft, making sure to gather all the precum oozing out of his tip on their tongue before giving him a soft kiss, making him taste himself.

“Taste that, baby boy?” They asked him with a soothing voice. Can you taste how needy you are for mommy?” Felix nodded eagerly as he licked his lips. He watched as their lips connected with his sensitive, swollen tip. He needed more. He needed to feel his mommy around him.

“M-more!” He whined, attempting to buck his hips again. Y/N chuckled quietly as they bit their lip.

“Patience, little one. Mommy will only help you if you’re a good boy,” Felix stayed quiet this time as he nodded. He was going to be a good boy. This was a sign for Y/N to suddenly wrap their mouth around the doll’s cock, making him throb when their tongue connected with the sensitive skin and swirled around his length. A moan escaped his lips when Y/N started bobbing their head, making sure to run their tongue over his tip as they used their other hand to play with his balls.

Felix had never had a blowjob like this and he was seeing stars. He wriggled under his mommy as they were sucking him off hard, knowing that he wasn’t going to last long purely because of the suddenness of it all. Y/N sped up, making the little one twitch in their mouth.

“Close!” He cried out. “I-I’m so close!” Y/N looked up at him and made eye contact before hollowing their cheeks, making sure to suck him off good as he whimpered and arched his back, spilling his hot cum down their throat. They swallowed it before pulling off, licking their lips.

“You taste amazing angel,” they said, smiling endearingly as the poor boy panted. Felix wiped some sweat off his forehead, looking at Y/N with a blush on his cheeks.

“Thank you,” he mused. “Do you…” He stalled, looking away, suddenly really aware of the situation. “Never mind, I’m sorry.”

“What is it, baby boy,” they whispered, drawing figures over his stomach with their nails. Such a simple touch, yet it managed to make his cock spring up excitedly once again, making Felix blush even more.

“Can you… Would you…” He was clearly too embarrassed to finish the sentence, yet could not seem to let go of the idea. “Please?”

“Can I what?” Y/N asked, teasing the poor boy a little. They knew exactly what he wanted, but they needed the words to roll off his lips first. If he wanted something, he needed to ask for it.

“Fuck me, please?” His voice suddenly whinier than before, which was clearly unintended. He buried his face in his hands once again as his body flushed with embarrassment. “C-can you please fuck me, mommy?” Y/N smirked, getting up from the floor before undressing. Felix’s eyes widened when he saw the figure in front of him, his cock twitching happily.

“Like what you see, princess?” They asked him, eliciting an eager nod.

“You’re so pretty mommy,” he praised, making them feel good about themselves as they reached for the bottom drawer, pulling out a strap-on and a bottle of lube. Felix audibly gasped, clearly not expecting to be literally fucked. Nobody had ever seen this side of Y/N and the cute twink would be the first to do so. However, he did not seem reluctant at all. Even better, he was more aroused than ever before, if that was even possible. His hips bucked involuntarily as he watched his mommy install the strap on before covering it in lube.

“Shirt off,” Y/N demanded with a dominating voice, making the poor boy shudder and quickly do as he was told.

“Good boy,” they praised him, earning another blush. They hovered over Felix, kissing their neck and collar bones before moving down to his chest, leaving hickeys all over. “You’re mine, got it?” They growled, nibbling on his skin as he whimpered and nodded. “Everyone can know and see that this baby boy belongs to his mommy and to nobody else.”

“Nobody else,” Felix mused, shaking at the feeling of the strap-on rubbing against his own cock. He grew needier and needier with the second and the thought of being filled up excited him more than anything could. “Please mommy, I need you,” his voice merely a shiver.

“Beg for it,” Y/N’s voice boomed.

“Please mommy! Fill me up. Use me and ruin me. I am just a dumb baby. A toy that you can use however you want,” he begged. “Please, just… Please just fuck me!” Y/N flipped him over, deciding he had been marked enough. His cheek was pressed against the carpet and his ass was sticking up. They slapped it with a lot of force, leaving a clear red mark in the form of their hand. Felix gasped, stifling a moan. He felt another hand come down on his delicate ass and could not keep his moans in this time. Y/N was satisfied with the effect they had on him and teased his hole with the strap-on.

Felix once again turned into a whiny baby, trying to press his ass against the toy to stop the teasing.

“Patience,” Y/N’s voice boomed once again, making the poor baby shudder.

“Yes, mommy. I’m sorry mommy,” he whispered. They were satisfied with this apology and saw it as a sign to unexpectedly push themselves into the baby’s tight hole. He screamed out in pleasure as he felt the toy stretch him out, pressing his cheek against the carpet more.

“Yes, oh fuck. M-mommy that feels s-so good,” he stuttered, enjoying the sting of his tight hole being stretched out. Y/N started thrusting the toy in with their hips, making sure to go slow at first to let the whiny boy adjust to the size of it.

Felix’s moans grew louder and louder the more they sped up. They pulled out all the way and slammed back in hard, hitting his prostate with much force. He screamed out and clawed his nails into the carpet, pressing himself against the toy more.

“Right there mommy! Please ruin me, please,” he whimpered. Tears of pleasure and pain streamed down his cheeks as Y/N kept slamming in hard, pushing his hips down to the carpet as they rolled their hips fast. Felix’s cock rubbed against the floor, making him tremble even more than before because of the sudden friction. As the toy kept hitting against his sweet spot, Felix felt his orgasm approaching fast. He clenched around the toy and shook, overwhelmed by all the pleasure he was feeling. Feeling like he was brought onto cloud nine by this sensation.

“I can’t- Close I cannot-” he stuttered out, no longer able to form full sentences. However, Y/N knew exactly what he was going to say.

“Cum for me doll,” they said. “Make a mess out of your pretty body and cum for mommy,” Felix didn’t need to be told twice before he started to twitch all over, cumming hard over himself and the floor as he cried out. Y/N was certain the entire floor of the building could hear his profanities, but they couldn’t care less. Felix was having the orgasm of his life and nothing mattered more to them than this subby baby feeling this good.

They eased the angel off his high before gently pulling out, plugging his filled-up hole with a sparkly butt plug that fitted the boy perfectly. Felix whimpered at the feeling, satisfied and fucked out. He collapsed on the floor completely as he panted heavily.

“Thank you mommy,” he hummed. “That was amazing,” Y/N smiled happily and proudly before carefully helping him onto their bed. They took off the strap-on and cuddled up with the flushed and sweaty baby boy. He curled into their chest, smiling a little as he nervously looked down.

“I didn’t know you were such a subby baby,” they cooed, earning a soft giggle from the boy.

“I’m not always,” he said. “Just… You brought it out in me…”

“Maybe I should do that more often then, little one,” they tickled his tummy and he giggled more.

“I wouldn’t complain,” he admitted as they drew figures on his arm with their fingers.

“Good, because I wouldn’t either,” Y/N said before kissing his forehead. “You’re a cutie, Felix.”

“You cutie now,” he said, smiling softly.

“Mine,” they agreed. “Only mine.”

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[blog-of-hubris]

Jujutsu Kaisen Chapter 179 - The Battle reaches its Climax

The Clash of Three Domains

The Sendai Colony has been crazy, and its very clear that the volatility is MUCH higher than that of Tokyo Colony One. The three way domain clash that was teased last chapter didn't happen this chapter and I am SOOO happy it turned out that way for multiple reasons;

The way domains work, a three way domain seemed very unlikely

How they would clash if they were to all open

Drawing it

The first reason ended up being explained in great detail within the chapter. Since Domains work by having to full fill certain conditions to have the barrier space created, it makes complete sense that three different domains with three different conditions for creation would make the barrier enclosing them unstable. That leads into my second issue which was how they would even class in three parts and if they did clash (the final reason) how in the world would Gege draw that having a fever?! That’s a lot of work, a lot of time, and it just doesn’t seem healthy, so I'm glad Gege went with this lore accurate outcome. 

The Cockroach Returns

I’m not surprised at all that Kurourushi was brought back but the timing was too good. Deciding to appear when these fighters are bleeding heavily and are pushing out the limits of their strength WHILE screaming out “I love the taste of iron” was so unexpected it made me scream with excitement!! Kurourushi being called a “black demon” a play on its name was cool too but the coolest part was the explanation that the fear of cockroaches in Japan went into this offspring Kurourushi making it have the same strength as the previous.

This honed in on the fact that Kurourushi is one of the 16 registered special grade curses, and I love when Gege does stuff like this. 

Uro’s Defeat

I am actually glad Uro got taken down first (but not killed) because I find her way more interesting than Ryu. I like Ryu’s motifs revolving around dessert, food, etc but the introspection we get with Uro + her past with the Fujiwara clan seems much more purposeful and useful to the current state of Jujutsu Kaisen. 

The reason why I say I’m glad she got beaten first is because Ryu feels like a character that must die, while Uro seems to be a character leading into much more. The way Yuta talked to her while they were fighting interested me, and he seemed to be very genuine with the things he said to her regarding fighting for someone you care about. Uro seems to me (and I'll do a character analysis when this colony arc is over) as a character who has much more to offer us and Yuta pointed out she only has killed Sorcerers, meaning she isn't just on a massacre, but trying to prove how powerful she is. 

This to me feels like a trait for a possible ally. Not someone who will be buddy buddy with the group but once Kenjaku’s “Bomb” goes off, she may become a character who the cast can side with to get things done. She’s not the only character I feel this way with either (Remi, Higaruma, etc). We didn't see a Kogane give points for her death, so she’s most likely alive and can be healed by Yuta. I don’t think she would take losing to heart, especially if Yuta explains that he isn’t even from the Fujiwara clan.. if he remembers. (LOL)

Yuta vs Ryu

For the final clash of this battle, having it be Ryu who has always been unsatisfied be up against Yuta who has bottomless cursed energy is pure perfection. The symbolism of greediness or gluttony to be precise in buddhism is well portrayed by Ryu and the consequences of that greed will come back to give him a helping he didn't expect. 

There isn't much I want to say here hence it being the last section, but the hype for this clash is high, especially since Yuta’s technique has not fully replenished yet. I’m sure it won’t be much of a hinderance for him but the implication of it works very well. I wonder how Ryu will be in his final moments of his second life. 

Can't wait for Chapter 180!!! 

#jjk meta #jjk ch 179 #jjk chapter 179 #jujutsu kaisen manga #jujutsu kaisen culling game #sendai colony #dh🍵

[missmorosis]

sick manager :)

-> feat. sugawara and kuroo

part 1 with bokuto, oikawa, and tsukishima here!

genre: fluff!

synopsis: y/n, the manager of her school’s volleyball team, finds herself sick after days of hard  work, yet she still goes to school to support her team~ 

warnings: the reader is sick, and she passes out in kuroo’s scenario :))

pairings: sugawara x reader, kuroo x reader (separate!!)

total word count: 1.5k

a/n: OKAY SO HAHHSLKDFJ RIGHT WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS CHAPTER I GOT SICK W/ A FEVER- I THINK I JINXED MYSELF OMG

i tried to make the scenario KINDA different, but with the same idea hehe

anYWAYS i’m so sorry if this makes like zero sense AHSLDKF- i wrote a lot while i was sick SO ill blame it on fever delusion if it flops 😌

OH AND THIS IS FOR @haikyuuheartsclub ty for reading the first one and asking for a part 2 hehe <33

You getting sick was inevitable.

You knew that you were bound to get sick with all of the work you had been doing and all of the late nights you spent preparing volleyball strategies, planning practice tournaments for your team, or studying until your eyesight blurred.

Being your school's volleyball team manager was not only hard, but it was ridiculously time consuming. Not to mention that you were bombarded with schoolwork, and you had exams coming up. Your stress levels had never been higher, and you were practically living off of caffeine with the amount of sleep you were always lacking.

So when you woke up with a sick feeling and the worst headache, you weren't completely surprised. Annoyed would have been a better word.

You knew that your team was getting ready for an important tournament, so you would have to stay extra long for practice. Groaning as you got ready, you weren't sure you could make it through the day.

You sluggishly pulled on a hoodie and brushed your teeth, taking note of how warm you felt as you washed your face. Grabbing a thermometer, you quickly measured your temperature.

100.4 Fahrenheit. Not too bad... just a low-grade fever. You tried to shrug it off and ignored how disgusting your body felt. You slung a backpack over your shoulder and walked out the door, heading to school.

You waited at the bus stop, shaking your head to try and make the sickness go away. When the bus arrived a while later, you plopped down onto the closest seat and you couldn’t stop your eyes from closing. You were just so... tired...

You drifted off to sleep, the soft sound of the bus driving across the road comforting you.

...

“Uh, Y/N?” Someone was shaking your side, and you immediately lifted your head from the bus window you were leaning on. It seemed like you just closed your eyes a second ago... where were you now?

"Mm?" you hummed sleepily, blinking slowly. You rubbed your eyes as the sunlight filtered through the window, and it made you feel warmer than you already felt.

"Hey, sorry to wake you, but we’re already at school." You looked outside, and he was right; you saw Karasuno in the near distance. 

Your brain processed the fact that Sugawara, a third year from Karasuno’s volleyball team, was sitting next to you. You saw his blurred figure lean next to you, and he brushed some hair out of your face. His fingers grazed against your forehead, but he quickly froze. 

"Y/N- Y/N! Why is your forehead so hot?" He studied your face with concerned eyes, noticing how tired you looked.

"Hm? No, it’s not. It wasn’t that high when I checked... probably the sunlight..." you mumbled, leaning on the back of your bus seat behind you. You put a hand on your forehead, and it confirmed that you were indeed burning up; it was considerably warmer than earlier in the morning. You groaned and got up.

"You don’t look too good, don't you think you should go home-" Sugawara started, but you interrupted him.

"No, you need your manager today, you guys have a game soon," you said, your tone tired but strict. Sugawara eyed you anxiously, but you waved him off. "I'll be fine," you reassured him. Grabbing your backpack, you got up from your seat, heading for the bus’ exit.

Woah.

You knew you were sick, but you didn't think you would be this dizzy. Everything seemed to sway to one side, and you put one arm on the seat of the bus, leaning on it for support. You rested your head on your arm, and you felt Sugawara’s arm wrapping around you for support.

“Alright, now you have no choice. You’re taking a break, whether you like it or not, clearly something’s not okay,” he told you, and you were too lightheaded to argue. You just nodded along and he helped you back into your seat. 

You clutched your head as you tried to make everything go away. Sugawara went to talk to the bus driver in the background, and miraculously, the driver made an exception for you.

“We’re ahead of schedule anyways,” the bus driver reasoned. He turned the bus around, heading back towards your house.

“Okay, now that that’s done, you can sleep if you want to. You could probably use the rest, I can only imagine how tired you are...” Sugawara said softly, and you gave a small nod. You scooted further down into the seats, making enough space for the boy to sit next to you. He gladly obliged, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you drifting off to sleep. Your head subconsciously drifted onto his shoulder, but he didn’t mind.

“Hey, Koushi?” you mumbled, your voice coated with sleepiness.

“Yeah? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing... I just wanted to thank you.” Your eyes remained closed, and Sugawara couldn’t tell if the blush on your face was from your fever... or something else? 

“You need to take breaks, you know. You work really hard, it’s a wonder you haven’t dropped dead yet,” he said, half jokingly. “Thank you.” You smiled, and finally fell asleep.

Kuroo found you in the classrooms; your head was down, and your headache was terrible. You were almost asleep; you were trying your best to stay awake, and you weren't sure how long you could keep it up.

He was walking down the halls, casually glancing into your classroom to see if you were finished, and he softly smiled at the sight of you.

"Tired, Y/N?" Kuroo asked, smirking as he tapped your shoulder.

"Hm?" You lifted your head up, surprised at the unexpected touch. "Oh- Kuroo, shut up," you replied, rolling your eyes as you stretched. He laughed and grabbed your backpack for you, slinging it over his own shoulder.

“Ready for practice?” he asked, looking down at you. You nodded, and the two of you walked to the gym.

Your head was killing you with every step you took, but you had no choice but to ignore it. You looked to the distance, trying to ease your headache. Kuroo’s voice was slowly melting into background noise. 

Suddenly you froze and stopped walking, earning a curious glance from Kuroo. You were forgetting something...

“Wait- where’s my... backpack?” You spotted it on the boy next to you, and you shook your head. “Sorry, forgot that you had it,” you said, with a sheepish laugh.

“Something wrong?” he frowned. “You’re acting distracted... more distracted than usual, anyways.” You shook your head, deciding to keep your sickness to yourself.

“I’m good, just tired,” you assured him. He nodded slowly, and walked into the gym, you following close behind.

Only you, Kuroo, and the coaches were in the gym; you were early. You flashed a quick smile as you waved hello.

"Great, you guys are early. I have a couple strategies to discuss," the coach said, gesturing to a whiteboard in front of him. The two of you nodded, and he began to explain.

"Alright... if we're going to win this next match..." he started, but you couldn't make yourself pay attention. The only thing on your mind was how your head wouldn't stop hurting, everything seemed to echo, and just overall how sick you felt.

"What do you think, Y/N?" Kuroo asked, quirking an eyebrow in your direction. You snapped out of your sleepy state at the sound of your name.

“Wha-” You blinked, looking around at all of the eyes on you. You tried to remember what the others were talking about... oh. Strategies. Right. "I just think we... we need to..." You looked at thr whiteboard, but you couldn't focus. You swayed to one side, blinking hard. The world really seemed like it was tilting to one side... "Woah, sorry-" you tried to say.

"Y/N?" You saw Kuroo reach out towards you as you slowly lowered down into a fetal position, resting your head on your knees. "Hey, Y/N? You okay?" You swallowed.

"Yea- yeah. Just... give me a second," you breathed. You felt Kuroo kneel down next to you, and you were right; someone's arm wrapped around you for support, and you knew it was Kuroo's. You knew you were safe as you lost consciousness, falling further into his arms.

...

You awoke, and the first thought was how bright the gym lights were... they weren't this bright before...

"Oh- Y/N! You're awake," Kuroo said, rushing over to you. He put the back of his hand on your forehead. "You're still burning..." he said with a frown.

"Sorry," you muttered. "I don't know, I've been sick all day and I guess I couldn’t handle it..."

"Why didn't you tell me you weren’t feeling well?" he asked, concern clear in his voice. You smiled softly.

"It wasn't important... besides I have manager duties to take care of," you said with a sigh.

"Not if I can help it." He picked you up in one swift motion bridal-style, smirking as you struggled to get down. "I'm not letting you down; I'm taking you home and getting you some proper medicine for this fever of yours. Health is more important than volleyball." You huffed and flopped into his arms in defeat.

"Fine." You leaned closer into Kuroo's chest, and he smiled, satisfied with your surrender.

"That's my girl." You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile.

A/N: THESE WERE NOT THE BEST- I ADMIT BDHDDJNDJEW

hopefully these weren't too bad though-

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MWAHH THANK YOU FOR READING!!

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