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silversatoru · 3 years

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Hi, I just finished burdens and OML 🥺🥺🥺

May I request some sort of megumi x reader continuous where the reader ends up becoming a powerful sorcerer (or a cursed spirit👀 whichever you’d like tbh) megumi and the reader somehow cross paths again a little while after the break up and he witnesses her fighting for the first time? I just know that boy would fall in love all over again but she’s moved on and he feels guilty and just angst? And maybe fluff idk. I’m new to requests so I hope I did this right, thank you so much❤️❤️

burdens pt. 2

a/n: hello, part two of this not-so-lovely story is finally here. every single one of you is allowed one free punch to my face for taking so long to write it,,, i’m so sorry. this is its fourth rewrite and it got a little darker than expected but it’s finally done,, i hope you enjoy <3

fushiguro megumi x f!reader

synopsis: you finally see megumi again at the kyoto sister school goodwill event

tags/warnings: angst, some graphic depictions of violence, character death

word count: 3k

“Do you know how tired I am of watching the people I love die? Things would be so much easier for me if you just stayed the fuck away”.

Megumi’s bitter words were on repeat in your head — the harshness of his voice leaving a hollow feeling carved into your chest. Tear-stained cheeks and shaky breathes had become your new normal these past few days. Tight, sharp pains filled your empty stomach, waves of nausea coursing through your body.

You’ve had no motivation to get out of bed lately, nevermind to shower or cook yourself a proper meal — honestly, for all you cared you could rot away in your blanket filled bed. You checked your phone like a fiend too, thinking that eventually, a miraculous text from Megumi would appear and make everything better. It never did.

He’d completely ghosted you since that dreadful day, and that hurt more than anything. You’d held onto a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he hadn't meant what he said. But as the days continued to pass, your hope quickly dwindled.

To say your current state was shameful was putting it lightly, and you were embarrassed at how poorly this was effecting you. You liked to think that you were strong, motivated, independent — that you didn't need some douchebag just to feel happy. But truth be told, breakups are fucking hard, and it's okay to not be okay for a while — or at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

So when you were trudging miserably down the street to your local convenience store and you saw a familiar pair of jujutsu sorcerers, you wanted desperately to sink into the ground. You made a quick turn to head to a different shop, but it was too late, you were spotted.

“y/n! hey!” Two lighthearted voices sang through the air, filling your ears and making your heart clench in your chest.

You turned around and anxiously approached them, your unkempt hair and baggy eyes sending looks of concern across their faces.

“Hey girl, you good?” Nobara shot you a sideways glance, Maki raising a suspicious eyebrow.

“Yeah, uh, ice cream,” You croaked, speaking for the first time in a couple days, “I’m here for ice cream, that’s all”.

“Yeah, but why do you look like a fucking zombie?” Maki pushed her eyeglasses further up her nose, her sharp eyes looking you up and down.

“Ah, he didn’t say anything to you guys, did he?” You shook your head, heavy eyes falling to ground as you refused to meet theirs.

“Don’t tell me…” Nobara’s face contorted, “Did he break up with you?”

You nodded, a pitiful chuckle falling from your lips, because if you didn’t laugh, you’d start sobbing right now.

Maki threw her arm around your shoulder, pulling you to her side and ushering you into the store, “It’s okay, men suck. Hang out with us today”.

Meanwhile, Nobara trailed quickly behind the two of you, anger seething from her teeth and steam practically billowing out of her ears.

“That fuckhead! I swear I’ll fuck his shit up big time, he won’t even know what fucking hit him. I knew that boy was stupid but shit, this is a whole new low for him! I-,” She continued to ramble and rant as Maki led you through the store, picking out drinks and snacks to help ease your pain.

The three of you ended up in a nearby park, sitting around a small picnic table and gorging on the massive array of snacks. Lighthearted conversation and lots of food make your chest ache a little less, and you even found yourself laughing and chatting as if things were normal. You’d told the two of them all about that day, about Megumi’s irrational words and his tragic breakdown that led to some kind of fucked-up break up sex.

“So, how are we gonna get back at him? Egg his car? Put bleach in his shampoo? Bugs in his food? God - it’s a shame his dad is dead because from the pictures I’ve seen that man was FINE and revenge sex—,”

“Nobara,” Maki shot her idiot girlfriend a dirty look, and the orange-haired girl quickly shut her mouth, “As much as I support any idea that revolves around ruining a man’s day, I don’t think revenge is the healthiest coping strategy here”.

You were tracing your eyes around Maki’s face as she spoke, and you found yourself carefully inspecting her purple glasses that rested softly on the bridge of her nose. And that’s when it clicked, the light bulb ignited in your head and you knew exactly what you wanted to do.

“Maki,” your voice was urgent, “You don’t have cursed energy, you can’t even see them without your glasses!”

Her face twisted and her nose scrunched, a look of distaste in her eyes, “I know?”

“So, you could teach me, right? You could help me learn how to use some cursed weapons?”

“Yeah! You have to Maki, then she can beat his ass with me,” Nobara chimed in.

“That’s not a bad idea actually,” Maki’s mouth formed an evil grin, “Could you imagine his face after watching you exorcise a curse?”

The three of your conversed for a bit longer, speculating and potting about training, weapons, and your very own pair of curse-seeing glasses. By the end of the night you had a plan, and a pretty good one if you say so yourself.

From that day on, teary eyes and achy hearts were a thing of the past, not because it was that easy to get over Megumi, but because Maki didn’t even allow you the time to feel dismal anymore. You met her everyday after classes without fail, and everyday she would train you until you thought your arms would fall off. After months and months of sore muscles, sweat, and the occasional injury, you were convinced that Maki was incapable of feeling pity or remorse for other living things. Every time you speculated about quitting, she’d set a fire under you, unafraid to remind you how weak you still were.

The green-haired sorcerer had ultimately decided that you worked best dual-armed -- a long, lightweight blade in each hand. On your final day of training, she officially gifted the two swords to you, as a “graduation” gift.

Skill-wise, you were by no means as incredible Maki, but you definitely held your own, and the progress you’d made in a mere 8 months was astronomical. They’d introduced you to a strange silver-haired man at some point, Gojo, who had taken not only an interest in you but also your plot against your ex-boyfriend. He cackled to himself when you told him why you were here, going on and on about how priceless Megumi’s face would be when he saw you.

Your appearance was highly anticipated, so why not debut at one of the biggest jujutsu events all year? The Kyoto Sister School Goodwill Event — Gojo thought it was the most perfect idea.

You tried hard to exude confidence as you walked at Nobara and Maki’s sides, but behind your arrogant facade your stomach was twisting itself into knots. Truthfully, you were scared to see Megumi again after so long.

And when your eyes met with his as you walked into the meeting room, you thought you just might pass out. You thought you were ready for this — but the look of complete shock, fear, and anger on his face as he looked you up and down almost made you regret all of it.

“What’s going on?” Megumi’s words were incredibly calculated, an edge on his voice.

His question was pointless, however, because judging by the fact that you were wearing a jujutsu tech uniform and had two swords sheathed at your sides could only mean one thing. Your hair was longer now too, and your frame was wider with an extra layer of muscle from all the training — you almost looked like a different person.

“I’ve been training with Maki, I-,” You spoke up to explain yourself, but you weren’t even granted the opportunity.

“No, no, Maki, what the hell did you do?” His eyes were shaky and laced with concern.

“I only did what she asked me to. I’m not the one who gave her a complex about being weak, you did that,” Maki shrugged, “and she’s not your girlfriend anymore dude, what do you care?”

Absolute confliction flashed through his eyes, uncertainty and madness swirling in his irises, “You’re right, I don’t care. Let me know when the event is starting”.

He took a sharp turn out of the room and let the door slam a little too hard behind him. The sound of his icey voice and the door shutting with unkind force was all too reminiscent of the night you broke up. Burying every emotion you had deep into your stomach you gave Maki a small, reassuring smile and plopped down on one of the couches.

“Alright, so when does this thing start?”

after the start of the event

Fighting the Kyoto students was proving to be much harder than you initially expected, but you were holding your own at Maki’s side. The two of you had easily taken down a small, kind, blue haired girl named Miwa, and now you were watching an emotional battle between Maki and her sister unfold.

Wait here, she’d told you, I want to do this one myself. Take some notes on my form and watch our backs, okay?

Okay, you’d said, a little confused but ultimately finding a nice spot up in a thick tree to carefully observe from. Maki was truly a force of nature, and it seemed like the other girl never actually had a chance of winning. It was honestly only a few minutes before the small black, haired girl was slumped against a tree and Maki was making her way back to you. Things were looking good, two of Kyoto’s student’s were down already and adrenaline was pumping through your veins.

You couldn't quite shake the awful feeling churning in your stomach though, and Megumi’s face was haunting your thoughts. You hadn’t seen him since before the event started, when an odd, pink haired boy jumped out of a box and freaked everyone out. Nobara had later explained who he was and what had happened, and you wondered how many awful surprises Gojo had planned today -- first you, then that.

A small rumble rippled under your feet, and Maki grabbed your arm as you watched a giant brown vine lurch it’s way out of the ground a few hundred yards in the distance.

“That technique doesn’t belong to anyone from Kyoto,” She shot you a look of concern and determination, “let’s go check it out”.

You gave her a firm nod, the two of you making your way towards the horrifying wooden vines. By the time you managed to arrive, Inumaki was already down and so was a dark-haired boy from Kyoto. A muscular, white curse with black markings and wooden branches for eyes was moments away from taking Megumi on all by himself — thank god you got here in time to help.

Megumi, however, was horrified when he saw you jump over the tall roofed building with Maki at your side. He’d just watched two incredible sorcerers get their shit rocked by this curse, there was no way you would stand a chance against this thing. But before he could even try to stop you, you and the green-haired sorcerer were flying through the air and taking shots at the curse. The two of you worked perfectly in sync, the months of daily training finally paying off.

He watched with intent glazed over his eyes, his heart threatening to lurch up his throat. You were a spectacle, and he always thought you were beautiful but seeing you now with dirt and blood stained clothes, cursed weapons gripped firmly in your hands, you truly were ethereal. He hated it though, he hated that he was falling in love with you all over again, especially under these circumstances. Guilt and anxiety was eating away at him — why did you have to get involved? Why couldn’t you have just stayed away like he told you to?

He was quick to join the two of you, sticking close to your side to protect you if need be — but, even with all three of you together the curse still had the upper hand. Maki had been swatted to the side, her back slamming hard against one of the tiled roofs and knocking her unconscious. It was down to just the two of you now, beads of sweat causing your hair to uncomfortably stick to the back of your neck. This was something that Maki’s training could have never prepared you for.

Megumi was getting tired, taking one wrong step and losing his footing momentarily. The curse saw this as a perfect window of opportunity, sending a spiral of vines and branches hurling for Megumi. It was fast, but the adrenaline coursing through you helped you to move faster, launching yourself through the air and intercepting the attack. The barky, wooden vines twisted violently through your stomach, shooting clean through your back and ripping a violent scream from your throat.

It hurt so bad, feeling the plant wriggle through your organs and tear you apart from the inside out. The curse retracted his vine a few moments later, leaving your mangled body to fall helplessly to the roof. Tears rippled from your eyes, your body shaking and seizing as you coughed up a few sprays of blood.

A long, strong pair of arms scooped you up instantaneously, and your head was resting against a firm chest — probably Megumi, but you didn’t quite have the energy to open your eyes to check.

“We’ll take it from here, get her to Ieiri!” You heard a pair of deep voices yelling to Megumi, but it was too foggy and far away for you to understand what they were saying.

Megumi was seething with anger, moving as fast as his feet could carry him and he ran through the school. As you waved in and out of consciousness, you batted open your eyes, stealing quick glances at his twisted features and — were those tears on his face?

“I- I’m sorry Megumi… I think I finally understand what you were so afraid of all this time,” Your voice was barely a croak, “when I saw it coming, I couldn’t stomach the thought of having to watch you die. I suddenly just thought I would do anything to keep you safe”.

Yeah, those were definitely tears, you could see them a little clearer now. His eyes were red and his cheeks were dried with salty streaks.

“You’re so thick-headed,” he mumbled, his grip around you tightening slightly as he picked up his pace, “I wish you would have made that realization before there was a giant hole in your stomach”.

“Me too,” You hummed, but you weren’t really in any pain anymore. The pain had subdued to a sweet warm sensation inside your stomach, and an intoxicating sleepiness was washing over your head, “I was angry for a long time, but I’m not mad at you anymore, Gumi. I hope you can forgive me too”.

You offered him a tiny smile, but the blood leaking from between you keeps made it anything but sweet.

“There’s nothing to forgive you for, you never did anything wrong,” He spoke quickly, his voice quiet and cracking.

“No, but we’re not gonna make it to Ieiri, I know that and so do you,” You fell into a violent fit of coughs again, sputtering red splatters all over the front of his uniform.

“Shut up”.

“It’s not your fault, none of it was ever your fault,” you choked out once the fit of coughs subsided — and you weren’t just talking about yourself, you were talking about all of the unfortunate tragedies he’d witnessed throughout this life.

“And you’re allowed to be selfish sometimes, you know? I hope that when you meet someone, your soulmate even, you can allow yourself to love them with every part of you”.

The words painfully left your lips, but you meant every single one of them. You were starting to realize that you and Megumi were never meant to make it to the end. You weren’t his soulmate, you were here to help him grow, so that when he did finally meet them he’d be ready.

“You deserve to be loved, Megumi,” You looked up at him with big eyes, but his face was starting to get really fuzzy now.

Your fingers were going numb and your mouth felt like it was filled with sand. You were so tired, letting your eyes flutter shut and your head rest softly against Megumi’s chest. You felt him stop running, you could even hear him screaming at you — but it was too far away for you to hear. You drifted closer and closer to eternal sleep, your soul swollen with love for the boy who broke your heart.

Megumi didn’t even feel sad when you stopped breathing in his arms — he just felt hollow. More empty and broken than he’d ever thought possible. You were the most incredible person he’d ever met — someone with extreme motivation, who acted with no fear or hesitation, who always had love to give, even when he didn’t deserve it. He’d never forget you, not for as long as he’d live anyway.

Even when he did meet a new girl a few years later — a compassionate, brave girl, who reminded him a lot of you — he wouldn’t forget. He wouldn’t forget your words and for the first time in his life he’d let his walls down for her. He’d allow himself to truly love, and be loved in return.

And maybe you were right, maybe he did deserve to be loved like this, because god, he finally feels whole again when she’s around. He just wishes you were still here so he could say thank you.

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strangeinternetwasteland · 3 years

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Shattered Reality- Chapter 2

Word Count: 4.2K

The next morning, or early afternoon really, you awoke the sunlight slipping between the curtains. Everything was so bright. Everything was so loud. The taste in your mouth was foul. Your lips were sticky, and you weren’t sure where you ended up. The last thing you remember was Sukuna holding up Kioko, and laughter. You were not sure how you got home. This wasn’t home. This was a grand bedroom, where everything in it looked really old, or too expensive to touch. Where were you exactly?

You hissed at how bright the room was, but sat up quietly, in case there was a person who happened to be in the room. You rubbed your eyes a few times to try to adjust. You looked around but found no one, and nothing that belonged to you besides the dress you wore from last night, and your purse on the bedside table. You heard distant shouting from outside but you weren’t sure as to where it came from. Your heart was racing and you felt the urge to run. You grabbed your purse off the side table and headed for the bedroom door. Your head was aching, and you felt your stomach lurch. You knew you were hungover, but being hungover in a place you didn’t know was not like you at all. You knew you had only a few minutes to find a bathroom. Judging by the size of the room, there must’ve been a bathroom, attached to the room or inside the room.

You searched along the walls to find another door handle. With luck you spotted one and threw the door open. It was a walk- in closet that was the size of your studio apartment. ‘I could live in here and no one would ever find out’ you thought. Your stomach lurched again, but you felt the sickening burn of vomit rising. You closed the closet door and ran out of the room desperately searching for an appropriate place for you to literally spill your guts. You collided with a ficus, which in your opinion were gaudy, and never necessary as decor. You stumbled a few more feet into another door. You flung this one open with all you could muster. You eyed the contents inside this room and cheered in your brain. You ran straight to the toilet that was inside, and let all the contents of your stomach empty inside.

A deep chuckle filled the room. Whoever the laugh belonged to didn’t matter, you didn’t care enough to look at them. As you vomited, your head deep in the toilet, you felt warm hands on the back on your neck tugging your hair back gently. You were grateful for the person that was in the bathroom. You’d’ve cut your own hair if you got throw-up in it. Your throat was raw and stinging, you would’ve died for a glass of water. You heard the sink turn on and then off in an instant.

“Here, drink this.” The mysterious voice said to you, as a glass was brought to your hand. You took it and gulped it down. The cool feeling on your throat felt refreshing. You held the cup up and wordlessly asked for another refill. Again the cup was filled and handed to you. You didn’t say a word. You wanted to thank the person helping you, but was too afraid to look. You didn’t even know where you were for fuck’s sake. You finally feel your stomach settle down a bit. You move your head from the toilet bowl to stare down at the floor.

“We should get some food in your stomach, even if it’s something small. I know Kioko is awake. Honestly, she’s so combative after a night of drinking.” The voice that spoke sounded familiar.

“Here, take two of these for now. They’ll help with your head.” Two unassuming white pills were placed into your hand, along with a third cup of water to help you swallow down the pills. You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the cool ground. You didn’t feel the need to get up at all. You actually could’ve stayed on that bathroom floor all day.

“Y/N. Come on let’s go eat.” Your eyes flew open. You knew this person, well knew each other well enough for them to know your name. Panic flooded your body, what if they had kidnapped you? What if they were going to chop you pieces and send you piece by piece back to your family? Your imagination was running rampant. You really didn’t want to face the body behind the voice.“No. I am okay. Take me home.” You finally managed to say to the other body in the bathroom. Another deep chuckle. Your stomach fluttered at the sound, this caused you to furrow your eyebrows. Why would that make your stomach flutter?

“Stockholm Syndrome!” You exclaimed without realizing you were speaking aloud.

“Two things there, first, I am honored you’ve fallen in love with me after one night. Second, I am not your captor. If you must know, I tried to get your address, but you had fallen asleep the moment you got into the car. I just brought you back here. I do believe it’s not considered kidnapping if you’re willing. However, if I were forcing you to stay, we wouldn’t be staying here. We’d go anywhere in the world of your choosing.” The man explained. Hearing his comment made you laugh harder than you expected. Your nervousness eased a bit.

Feeling brave, you decided to take a peek at this kind stranger. You pushed your body off the floor and sat up. A fresh wave of nervousness washed over you. You were met with an easy smile and familiar blue eyes. In the daylight, he looked angelic somehow.

Voices from behind the door that were shouting from earlier were quickly growing closer.

“Kioko you’re irresponsible! What about your friend? Did you even make sure she got home safely? That’s a liability not only to our family, but the business.” A second male voice was yelling. Gojo’s demeanor had changed from relaxed to on guard.

“Whatever, Geto. I cannot do anything to ever please you. You’re just like dad. Impossible, unhappy, and quick to judge. For your information, I do care about her. She’s my best friend!” Kioko shot back. You gave a confused look to Gojo, trying to gage the situation. He looked at you, smiled and held his hand out signaling for you to stay where you were. He walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

“I don’t know what is going on right now with you two. Geto, Kioko’s friend, Y/N, spent the night here. Right now, she’s feeling sick in the bathroom. If you’d like to take this argument elsewhere I am sure it would probably help ease her headache. Now, I am going to try to find something quick for her to eat. Kioko, you know, Geto is just trying to make sure the family is protected.” Gojo tried reasoning with the siblings. Geto seemed to have visibly relaxed.

“Oh, uh, good work Gojo.Yes, we should feed her, at the very least. Thank you for your duty to the family.” Geto quickly turned on his heel and left. Kioko rolled her eyes and walked past Gojo into the bathroom where you were. Annoyance was splashed all over her face.

“Hey there, love.” Kioko cooed at you softly as she stroked your hair. She was always very caring. You smiled at her.

“Hey.” You replied back meekly.

“How are you feeling, sweetie?” Your best friend asked. You shrugged your shoulders in response. Hearing the argument between the siblings raised some questions inside your mind. You tried shaking them off for the moment.

“Why don’t we go downstairs to the kitchen and have the staff whip something amazing up for you to eat?” Kioko asked you while standing up to flush the mess you made in the toilet. Normally, you’d be embarrassed, if it were anyone else, but the number of times that you’d done the same for her, you decided she owed you. She grabbed some mouthwash from underneath the sink and placed it on the countertop.

“I don’t want you to have gross breath.” She told you. You willingly took this offering, rinsed your mouth thoroughly and spit it out. You made sure you left no evidence behind, and replaced the mouthwash to its home. You followed Kioko through the giant maze of an estate that she called home. After five minutes of walking you tried to remember the layout, but only were left more confused.

You finally arrived in the kitchen, where the most heavenly aroma hit your nose. The smell of sautéing onions and mushrooms made your mouth water. Taking in the grandeur of the kitchen, where everything was so clean, and shiny. The meals you imagined yourself cooking in here made you wonder if this all was a dream after all.

“Mmmm… That smells delicious.” Your stomach grumbled in agreement. Your eyes fell on Gojo’s back.

“Kioko, did you eat, or should I make some for you as well?” He asked turning his attention behind him to you two.

“You know I’d never turn down anything you make.” She replied. He nodded and continued his meal preparations.

“You’re lucky. Gojo doesn’t cook often, but when he does. It’s like sex.” Kioko told you.

“I’d like sex with that.” You replied quietly without thinking. Kioko stopped her texting and stared right at you.

“I am sorry. What did you just say? You want-” You clamped her mouth shut as quickly as possible. Your face grew red and you knew that Kioko would find a way to tease you about this.

“Hey, sorry Gojo. I am going to have to pass on this. Father wants to speak to me about something boring or college.” Kioko winked at you. “It will probably take a few hours knowing him. Y/N, you feel free to stay as long as you’d like, raid my closet for a cute outfit or the pool is open, so you can go swimming, if you’d like. Otherwise, I am sure Gojo can take care of anything you need in the meantime, he’d probably give you a lift home if you wanted, too.”

“I can take care of Y/N. Go talk your father, he’s not a very patient man.” Gojo said with an ice cold edge to his voice. You felt the temperature in the room drop a few degrees.

“Have fun being alone with Gojo.” She told you in a low voice only you could hear and walked out the door. You knew she was lying, and weren’t sure why she’d leave you alone with someone who was like an older brother to her, but you were thankful she didn’t tease you mercilessly about it.

The silence that settled over the kitchen after Kioko left was comfortable. While Gojo kept cooking, you watched his movements. Your eyes traced over his shoulders and back. Today, he was dressed more casually, with a t shirt that fitted his arms. The more you stared, the more his form was being etched into your memory. You had noticed a tattoo peeking out from the bottom of the sleeve of the shirt. It wasn’t abnormally large or intricate, but rather simple. You got out of your seat and moved closer to get a better look.

Just as you were getting closer Gojo turned around and placed a plate down on the large island next to where you stood. He gave you a knowing look, and turned back around. He grabbed a fork out of one of the many draws that were lined around the room, and placed it down. Next, he went to the fridge to get you a drink. He stuck his head out and called out to you.

“Hey, what do you want to drink? There is water; flavored, sparkling, coconut, and bottled. There are various lemonades, juices,and milks. Practically anything you could ever ask for is here in this fridge. In this fridge, he pointed to the next fridge, there is any type of alcohol you wish.”

“I’ll just have a bottle of water, please.” You said in disbelief. You didn’t notice the kitchen had five refrigerators. Gojo grabbed a bottle of water and placed it in front of you.

“Now. Eat.” He looked at you expectantly. You grabbed the fork and plunged it into the food before you and brought the bite to your mouth. The taste was exquisite. The eggs were fluffy, the mushrooms mingled with the taste of the onions. The amount of cheese was perfect. You closed your eyes to enjoy it. Gojo smiled and pushed himself off the island happy that you were satisfied with the omelette he prepared for you. He started cleaning the dishes he’d used and let you eat in peace.

With each bite you were more and more impressed. ‘A man that looks good, and can cook, what’s the catch?’ You thought to yourself. You found yourself staring at Gojo once again. You were wrapped in your thoughts.

“Gojo, I heard the word ‘family’ thrown about in a few different ways earlier. Judging Geto’s tone, and the way this house looks. I want to say you’re all part of the mafia or something.” You said jokingly. Gojo looked you dead in the eyes, and any playful nature of his had fallen away. Honestly, the abrupt change scared you more than you would’ve liked to admit.

“If I told you I’d have to kill you.” He said his voice ice cold and dead. You were unsure how to react to what he had said. He took your empty plate and put it into the sink.

“Thank you, Gojo. I appreciate the time you took to make me something to eat.” You finally decided on what to say.

“Oh, you’re welcome, I can show you to Kioko’s room if you’d like to change, or I could give you a ride home, if you’d rather.” He spoke as if he hadn’t just scared you so deeply.

“Oh. There’s no need for a ride home. I can just call an Uber or Lyft, taxi perhaps but I’d really love to change into something that isn’t this.” You told him. He smiled at you, and gestured to you to follow behind. Again you walked around the large estate, unsure of which hallway led to where, and how anyone could actually navigate this place, you ran straight into Gojo’s back because you weren’t paying attention.

“Here’s Kioko’s room. Feel free to make yourself comfortable. If you need anything just ask, I’ll be around, but in case I am not, here’s my number.” He took your hand and brought it up to his lips, placing his card in your other hand. He winked at you and walked away.

Your heart stuttered as you walked into Kioko’s room. Her room was exactly as you’d expect it to be. Clothes were strewn about in every direction, her walls were a very pale purple. The posters of pop stars were amusing to you, but the photographs she had taped to the wall stole your attention. Many of them were of things, or places she’d visited. A few from when she was little, she was a very beautiful child, and looked happy. There were a few of Geto and Kioko together where they looked miserable, and forlorn. You saw a couple of you and her together in high school, at the first dance you two ever attended. One at prom, and graduation.

“Ah, the memory wall.” You heard your friend say. “I have more, but I am not sure where they are at the moment. You’re in my room so quickly, I’d thought that you two would’ve taken your time. Rumor is that Gojo loves to go slow.” She changed the topic so quickly.

“Oh, no. I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t think we’re compatible, and I honestly didn’t mean what I said. I wasn’t thinking straight. I can’t fall for every nice guy I meet. That’s how I get my heart broken.” You said uneasily.

“Girl, I know. I was teasing you. I had to do it just once. Anyway, you wanna go hang out in the pool for a bit?” She asked you. You honestly, didn’t want to ever leave this place, it was paradise compared to the tiny little studio you lived in.

“Yeah, but I don’t have a bathing suit.” Kioko rummaged through three drawers taking out various pieces of clothing.

“Not a problem, here are seven I’ve never worn, I have about ten more around the room. I really should clean this up, but I don’t feel like it.” She admitted to you. Your eyes must’ve popped out of your head. Kioko giggled at your reaction and shoved the pile of swimsuits at you. You browsed through them, they were mostly two pieces, and very revealing. You found a white one piece that had a deep cut in the front, but looked like it would cover the most important parts of you. You stripped out of your club dress and underthings. You took the bathing suit and put it on. It unexpectedly fit you well. The sides were cut out, but you felt sexy in it. You turned to show Kioko.

“Hey, how does this look?” You asked your friend.

“Holy fuck! You look hot as hell in this!” She gushed over you. She clicked a picture of you, and showed you. You had to admit that this bathing suit looked good.

“I do know a certain someone, who won’t be able to take his eyes off you when he sees you. If he doesn’t drool over you. I’ll murder him myself.” She joked but honestly it left you feeling a little unsettled. You pushed that feeling down, knowing that Kioko wasn’t actually like that. Kioko found a very tiny black bikini that showed off a lot of skin. It wasn’t anything you’d have chosen for yourself, but she looked amazing in it.

Kioko grabbed her phone, and your wrist and dragged you down to the pool. It was huge, it looked like something out of a movie. There were chairs all around to obviously accommodate many people. It all seemed surreal. Kioko spoke to a nicely dressed attendant. She walked over to where a few lounging chairs were placed close together near a table.

“Kioko, this is all amazing. Thank you for letting me stay here for the evening, but I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” You told her. She just giggled that magical giggle.

“There’s nothing to worry about. You’re my best friend and you’re welcome to stay here as long as you’d like. Oh! I was thinking about this summer. I know this is our last year of school and we should celebrate. We could take the jet to go for a shopping spree in Paris! Or See the sights of Italy and drink wine!” She was very animated and excited at the prospects of a fun filled summer vacation. You wish you could’ve been excited, but you knew that you had to work for the summer just to pay for school.

“Ki, that all sounds amazing, truly, but I need to work in order to pay for school. I can barely afford that as it is. Much less the vacation you’re planning” You responded to her. She waved your words away as if they meant nothing. It made you a little upset that she didn’t take your position in life into account when planning. “There’s no need to worry about all that dear.” She told you as she waved over an attendant. You were too lost in your thoughts when Geto and Gojo had approached the two of you.

“Hello, again, Y/N. Are you finding yourself well today?” Geto asked you with curiosity. “You seem lost in your own mind. May I inquire what has your mind so twisted up that you’re frowning?” He asked you with a bit too much intensity in his gaze.

“Oh… It’s- uh..” You stammered out.

“Hey, what’s with the interrogation, Geto?” Gojo clapped Geto’s back.”Let the girl enjoy herself. You’re too intimidating sometimes.” He added with a laugh.

Geto cleared his throat. “My apologies, I forget that humans are easily frightened.” Gojo winked at you, and tugged his shirt off. His shirt revealed the tattoo you were looking for earlier, it was an ellipses(three periods). Three in a row on his bicep. The artwork on his body was a wonder. The colors and images he chose to decorate his skin with were quite intriguing. You saw a wolf, a compass, with the word family written around it, a few geometrical shapes. The most interesting ones besides the compass, were the ones on his middle fingers that read loyalty and respect in the most beautiful calligraphy you’d ever seen. Your eyes raked over every inch of exposed skin. The abs that seemed to have been carved into his skin didn’t keep you from staring at all.

Geto too removed his shirt. He too had various tattoos all over his back, arms, and shoulders. You noticed that he too had a tattoo of an ellipses on the opposite arm of Gojo. He had a raven where Gojo had a wolf, and didn’t have any one his fingers as Gojo did. ‘Wonder why I didn’t notice the tattoos earlier?’ You questioned yourself.

“How cute! You two have matching tattoos!” You blurted out loud. Geto and Gojo exchanged uneasy and knowing looks.

“Y/N! We should get BFF tattoos for your birthday! It is coming up shortly!” Kioko shouted. You couldn’t help but laugh at your friend and her easy attitude toward everything. A few hours passed by, a few cocktails were consumed by all, and a few embarrassing stories about you were shared. As the sun dipped lower in the early summer sky, the guys were showing off their skills, and competing with one another over everything. You loved how the easiness of how this afternoon had felt, a reminder of your childhood. You did long for those memories again, but you didn’t dare let that ruin this day.

“Hey,Y/N! Who do you think is the better looking one?” Gojo asked from the driving board. Honestly, you wanted to say him, but Geto wasn’t all that bad looking on the eyes either. You debated with yourself for another moment before speaking.

“It isn’t about looks, it’s about personality, and you well you’re treated.” You responded with a flirty smile. This response made Geto laugh a little. You thought for a moment that you imagined it.

“Was that a laugh, Geto?” You asked him feeling brave. “Here I thought you were this cold, emotionless, boring person who didn’t really care about anyone but himself.” You added. Everyone laughed again.

“Damn, Geto, she’s known you for less than a day and nailed you down perfectly.” Kioko said.

“Hey! Is this where you are? It’s 8pm already, we need to go.” The recongnizable voice of Sukuna said. Your eyes widened.

“8, already?!? Shit! I need to get home. I start work at 5am tomorrow.” You kept cursing under your breath.

“Oh, I can take you home if you’d like.” Geto offered. Without hesitation you accepted.

“Yeah, that would be great. Let me just change into my clothes and we can go.” You say.

“Oh no, no need, love! Keep the bathing suit, I can grab you something to wear quickly, and bring your clothes to you later!” Kioko told you as she walked away into the house. After 10 minutes, you had more clothes than you arrived with, thanks to Kioko, and were on your way back to your house. The drive with Geto was unsettling and quiet, but it didn’t last very long. As he pulled up to your tiny complex, he gave it a glance over, unbuckled himself, and walked around to your side of the car.

“Let me walk you to your door.” He offered you his arm which you took hesitantly. Luckily enough, your studio was on the first floor of the complex. You pulled out your keys to unlock your door.

“Well thank you for everything. I hope you have a great night! We’ll probably see each other soon.” You told Geto.

“Let’s hope we do, but for your sake, watch out for Gojo.” Geto pressed a kiss to your cheek. You gave him a small smile and walked into your apartment. Geto didn’t seem as scary when it was just the two of you, but it did see m a little weird for him to warn you about his best friend. The thought left your mind the moment you walked in your tiny bathroom to shower. Cleaning off the last 24 hours from your skin, you closed your eyes and felt yourself grow tired. You finished your shower quickly, set your alarm, plugged in your phone and went straight to bed. You only needed to sleep, and nothing more.

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