nobamaki!! platonic or romantic up to u <333
since you didn't give a number, i just chose via random number generator skdhsjk also honestly this could probably be read as either romantic or platonic so. take your pick !!
97. everywhere, everything - noah kahan
i wanna love you 'til we're food for the worms to eat
'til our fingers decompose
keep my hands in yours
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trigger warnings: referenced character death (canonical and non-canonical), talk of death / body decomposition and worms (see highlighted lyrics ^), implied possible suicide, grief, minor survivor's guilt, major jjk spoilers
Nobara stands in the ruins of Tokyo, unsure how she’s still alive.
(She knows, the first year from Kyoto managed to preserve her corpse in the moment after she took what should have been her last breath, and once her body had been returned to Jujutsu High, Ieiri resurrected her. She knows, she is lucky because she lost only an eye and an ear instead of her life.)
But out of everyone, how is it that Nobara, whose heart stopped, made it to the other side?
Except, there isn’t an “other side” - not really. There is only the ruins of Tokyo, the phantom pains of everyone who died along the way, and…
“Hey,” Maki calls softly. “We should keep moving. If we miss the train, we’ll have to hijack a car, and neither of us can drive.”
And there is Maki.
There is Nobara and Maki, trudging through the ruins of the city Nobara once thought would save her life, and they are walking towards the last train out.
Maki holds a hand out towards Nobara, helping her climb over the wreckage of what might have once been a vending machine. Nobara does not let go, instead entwining their fingers tighter. Maki’s hands are rough from the burns she sustained in Shibuya, but they still feel like home to Nobara, and she doesn’t want to let go of the only constant she has left.
Maki’s sword hangs in a hilt at her waist, and Nobara watches it hit her leg with each step she takes.
“How’s your back?” Nobara speaks up.
“Fine.” It sounds like a lie, but Nobara knows Maki doesn’t want to risk missing the train. They’ve already waited this long to leave the city, hoping that they wouldn’t be the only two making this trip to the station. But this is the final call - anyone left in Tokyo after this will have to find a way out on their own.
It seems useless to wait for others who may want to join them anyways. If they haven’t returned to Jujutsu High by now, they likely never will.
“Let me know if you need a break,” Nobara says, even though she knows Maki won’t. Maki will push through the pain because she’s suffered worse, because she doesn’t want Nobara to have to deal with being stranded in a dead city. Nobara is sure they could figure something out - like Maki said, maybe hijack a car, or just…ask one of the few remaining staff members lingering on campus to drive them. Surely Ieiri knows how to drive, right?
Maki hums in false agreement.
Nobara studies the buildings, crumbling and abandoned and crawling with curses. None of the cursed spirits bother them, though. Even the high grade ones are keeping their distance. Whether because of Maki or her sword or something else, Nobara isn’t sure, but she won’t complain. The curses can have Tokyo; there’s nothing left here anyway.
Once one of the most populous cities in the world, it’s turned into nothing but a ghost town. It’s like a scene straight out of some post-apocalyptic movie, except Nobara knows she was there when the apocalypse began, right in the middle of it all, and she’d died.
She died.
But here she stands, hand-in-hand with Maki as they pick their way through the wreckage towards whatever life awaits them.
Nobara can’t believe that after everything, she’s content with returning home.
It won’t be the same, of course. Maki will be with her, and it’s no secret they got caught up in the middle of the end of the world. Maki’s skin is covered with burn scars, her voice will always be scratchy, and her back flares up in pain if she overworks herself. The left side of Nobara’s face is covered by an eyepatch, she’s missing an ear, and her hair won’t grow right near the site of her injury. Nothing can ever be the same as it once was.
But Nobara hopes that where they’re headed can still be home.
When she’d first come to Tokyo, she’d been high on the fantasy of never returning to her roots. She would graduate top of her class before becoming a part-time sorcerer and part-time model, living it up in the city. Fumi would join her, eventually, and they would reunite with Saori.
After Nobara had met the other students, her fantasy had expanded to include them. She would get drinks with Fushiguro and Itadori on weekends, she would introduce Maki to Fumi and Saori, her two worlds would merge and everyone would get along.
(She should have known that wouldn’t be possible. But she never could have expected how drastically different her life would look only six months later.)
Sure, she’d known Itadori was sentenced to execution from the day she’d met him. But come on, her teacher was Gojo Satoru, and clearly he hadn’t wanted Itadori to die either. Nobara was certain he’d find some way to intervene. She’d never expected—
She squeezes Maki’s hand, and Maki squeezes back, looking over at her. “We’re almost there. It should only take a couple more minutes.”
Nobara forces a smile.
Nobara tries not to let her thoughts spiral for the remainder of their walk. She tries to focus on the positives, like how the sun is still shining and Maki is still beside her and the fact that she even has a home to go back to.
Other people aren’t so lucky. Maki isn’t so lucky. Not that the place she’d grown up had been much of a home to begin with, but she lost the only person who made it bearable, and now that place is just as much of a ghost town as Tokyo is. At least Nobara’s middle-of-nowhere hometown had escaped damage when the apocalypse came. There were no Culling Games colonies that overtook it and no cursed spirits unleashed on the citizens. Nobara hated growing up somewhere that rarely even showed up on maps, but now, she’s grateful.
They arrive at the station just in time, boarding the train only a few minutes before its departure. The sole staff member eyes Maki’s sword warily, but they don’t say anything. The train is almost completely empty apart from them anyways, and Nobara can’t believe there haven’t been people carrying worse who have boarded in the past few weeks.
Nobara and Maki sit next to each other in an otherwise empty train car. Their hands had separated so they could shrug off their backpacks, but once they’re seated, Nobara’s hand finds Maki’s once again. She leans her head on Maki’s shoulder and allows her eye to slip shut.
Even at the end, she’d hoped Fushiguro would return to make this trip with them - Nobara’s grandmother said she would accept as many friends as Nobara had left into her home. But after Itadori’s second death, Fushiguro killed those responsible and disappeared into the night. Nobara and Maki both tried calling him, but all they got were ringtones that eventually sent them to his voicemail.
Inumaki and Okkotsu left Tokyo shortly after Kenjaku’s defeat, returning to Okkotsu’s hometown so they could move overseas with his family. The remaining Kyoto students returned to their own families. Iori relocated to the Tokyo campus so she could stay with Ieir, who elected to stay at Jujutsu High, in case any of the sorcerers who disappeared without a trace ever show back up.
It’s happened before, she says. Last time, it took ten years. If they’re alive, they’ll come back. They won’t be able to stay away.
Nobara hopes it’s the truth. If it takes a decade, she might kill Fushiguro herself, but she’d do just about anything to see him again.
She can’t say she didn’t see it coming, though. Fushiguro had already lost his sister, and Kenjaku’s downfall cost Gojo his life. Of course losing Itadori would send him straight off the deep end. Nobara doesn’t even blame him.
She just wishes he’d stuck around long enough for her to tell him that. She wishes he’d answered her calls and agreed to return home with her and Maki.
But truthfully, Nobara isn’t sure she even believes he’s still alive. He’s never been good at the whole self-preservation thing.
Maki lifts her free hand, running it through Nobara’s hair. Her fingers catch on the tangles, and she works through them gently. Nobara imagines her hair must be greasy and nasty - she hasn’t had much motivation to take care of herself lately - but Maki doesn’t mention it.
What she does say is, “When Mai and I were little, after it rained, we used to go outside and collect worms. Our mother told us not to because we always got dirt all over our hands and clothes, and because girls don’t play with bugs. But we kept doing it anyway.
She told us, once, probably in an effort to get us to stop, that worms would eat anything, including us. But when I asked for clarification, she admitted that they would only eat us if we were dead and our bodies decomposed, which would never happen to Mai, because sorcerers are always cremated. Me, on the other hand? I could become worm food. So after that, whenever we collected worms, Mai would dangle them in front of me, drop them on my arms, and start chanting ‘Eat her!’”
Nobara smiles, and a laugh falls out of her mouth.
“Now that I think about it,” Maki continues, “becoming worm food sounds…so mundane that it becomes ideal.” Her fingers still, her arm dropping to wrap around Nobara’s shoulders. “Like, yeah, after I die, let my body be left alone so long I become food for the worms. Let my corpse be treated as if I were just another person with nothing special about me.”
Nobara hums. “That’s an interesting way to think about it.” She lifts her head so she can look at Maki. “But I get it. I think I’ve had enough being special to last an entire lifetime. I never thought I’d say this, but being a normal, boring, nobody sounds like the dream life.”
It sounds too good to be true, really. But…maybe it’s not impossible.
Maybe Nobara and Maki will go home, and they will be allowed to simply live. They can go to the grocery store and cook dinner and do laundry and get stupid, boring, normal people jobs and they can learn what it means to live.
Nobara knows these past six months will hang over their heads forever, but Nobara also knows she will love Maki until their bodies are left to be consumed by worms, hand-in-hand, side-by-side. Nobara knows that she was allowed to survive, by some random stroke of luck, and she will not throw the remainder of this life away.
Once, she would have seen returning to her hometown as a waste of a life, because you only get one.
But she’s older now. She lived a life always desiring more, and that girl died on October 31 in Shibuya.
Now, all Nobara wants is Maki’s hand in hers and a life so mundane that their corpses are allowed to decompose naturally when death finally comes for them.
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questions for vera: strawberry, shaved ice, bouquet, baseball, megaphone, droplet
🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?
Vera likes pears and cauliflower!
🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?
she has a silver necklace that her mom gave her when she was young and had just come out! Vera's a trans girl, the necklace was the first piece of jewelry she got and was a gift to show acceptance. she loves it and if she lost it she would be devastated
💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?
Vera's actually not a big fan of mixed bouquets, she prefers them to only have one type of flower she just likes the uniformity. she likes pink zinnias! zinnias can symbolize endurance and she likes that, she also just thinks they're pretty
⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what’s their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?
Vera does not play sports anymore, but she was on a volleyball team as a kid. she only liked serving
📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?
I've never thought about her voice tbh, I don't know how I'd describe it,,, I'll get back to you dksfj
💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon
sometimes her anxiety is so bad the only person she'll let near her is Parker, he's only allowed to be close because they're twins
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