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#❤︎ Maki
rina-enoshima · 21 days
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Photoshoot ୨୧ ₊⊹
Editing this picture was really fun! As you can see, I really like taking pics of Maki ˙ᵕ˙
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pageofheartdj · 7 months
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How can I possibly exclude anyone from poly when I am overobssesing over them so much xD
Watch me give all the sappy meanings to each sub group xD
Shuichi, Kaito and Maki as 'training trio'. Rantaro, Kaede and Kokichi as 'died trying to stop mastermind/the game' trio.
Kaito and Maki being the thing, Shuichi and Kade being could have been a thing, Kokichi and Rantaro having all the shared promo material and the statue thing.
Kaito and Kaede as the Day, Kokichi and Maki as the Night, Shuichi as the Dawn, Rantaro as the Dusk.
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sinless-slaughter · 2 years
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"Ms. Maki?" *Nanokuma knocks on the door, trying to get Maki's attention.* "Ms. Maki, it's me. Nanokuma....Please answer me. I'm worried about you." *Nanokuma knocks on the door more, worried about Maki's wellbeing.* @human-monokuma
Maki looks at her digital clock. Three months. It had been three months since she was last seen. Stifling a groan, she was half-tempted to leave Nanokuma out there and say nothing. But this is Maki. She'd never leave a child out to the elements.
Willing herself out of bed, at first, seemed impossible. She didn't want to move. She didn't want to do anything. What was the point? Kaede, the love of her life, was gone... Nothing seemed worth it.
Why was she acting like this? She was supposed to be the Ultimate Assassin. She shouldn't be crying over spilled milk like this. She'd lost people before. So... why did it hurt so much? Why was this time so much worse?
Dragging herself to the door, she opened it. And... there, before Nanokuma, stood the former glory that was the Ultimate Assassin. She's shredded her flesh to pieces through some unknown means and her skin is marred with blood and tear stains.
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"H-Hey, Nano..." she croaked wearily. Her hair is matted and all over the place, it's clear she hadn't taken it out of its place since Kaede deactivated. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this... Sorry, I'm sorry..." It sounds as though she isn't entirely talking about this situation, but she's grieving. "Come on in..." Her voice sounds like she hasn't spoken in weeks or drank anything in days.
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morethansalad · 1 year
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“Tuna” Gunkan Maki Sushi (Vegan)
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25melodies · 8 months
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↳ Celespekomaki
Icons w/ dark rosecore | self-indulgent
♥︎ / ↻ if saving | credit if using
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one-way-dream · 1 year
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Strawberry Daifuku (Commission)
Rating: General
Words: 3500+
Media: Danganronpa, Super Danganronpa 2, New Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony
Characters/Pairings: Chiaki Nanami, Kaede Akamatsu, Maki Harukawa, Chiaki Nanami/Kaede Akamatsu/Maki Harukawa, Nagito Komaeda (mentioned), Hajime Hinata (mentioned)
Tags: Alternate Universe (Modern, No Killing Game), Polyamory/Polyamorous Relationship, Fluff, Comfort No Hurt, Cooking Together, Cuddling, Lots of Kisses, Established Relationship
Warnings: N/A
Chapter: 1/1
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AO3 Summary/Except:
Kaede, Chiaki, and Maki have a rather lousy night out at a workplace party, but Kaede is determined to make it up to them tenfold.
Commission for Cherry (@cakesplice on Twitter and Tumblr)! ❤ :] Thank you so much again!
The first one to stumble through the front door was a barely conscious Chiaki, followed by Kaede in a similar state, who was being carried by the scruff of her shirt collar by an undeterred Maki. The latter of the three was usually the one cleaning up after her girlfriends, and sometimes that meant dragging them out of a boring party at eleven in the night.
‘Party’ was probably too generous of a word, actually.
Kaede’s colleagues were nice; they were always friendly to Kaede, and in turn, Kaede spoke of nothing but good about them. But maybe they were a bit too nice, as they’d invited the three of them out for a work-related event that they so lovingly called a party.
Maki couldn’t really wipe the grin off her face when Chiaki whispered into her ear that it was more like a glorified funeral. Unexpectedly morbid coming from her, but it kept her mood from souring anyway. But alas, after hours of standing around in toe-pinching heels and staving off the boredom through eating snacks that Kaede is sure she’s seen at a local Lawson’s, the three of them made a half-assed excuse to get away from the boring colleagues and their slightly creepy boyfriends trying to get touchy.
Still, there was probably a better excuse out there besides “Chiaki needs more sleep, so we gotta hit the road” – but Maki’s still grateful for it anyway, even if it isn’t one of Kaede’s better ones. It did the trick well enough, with her co-workers tailing along until the door with a hundred ‘goodbyes’ and ‘be safes’ until they finally scurried out the front door, heaving a heavy sigh in the cool night air.
“We,” Maki starts, jabbing a finger in Kaede’s direction as soon as they make it to their living room, “Are never doing anything like that again.”
Kaede puts her hands up in mock surrender, laughing sheepishly while looking to Chiaki for help. Unfortunately, she finds the girl splayed out over the brown leather couch not unlike a starfish, softly snoring away. It seems a little too suspicious for her to pass out so conveniently, but Kaede draws her lips into a straight line and looks back at Maki, looking like she was about to chew her out big time.
“I didn’t… really expect that it’d turn out like that, y’know?” Kaede nervously defends herself, hands still in the air, “And I especially didn’t expect my co-workers would bring their asshole, judgmental partners along. I didn’t even know they had partners like that given that they’re really good people and all.”
Maki sighs softly, giving up the act of staring daggers into Kaede and instead trudging over to Chiaki, plopping down beside her with resignation. “You can give up the act now, Chiaki, I’m not mad.”
Kaede squints at Chiaki in betrayal, watching as the girl eases into a smile with her eyes still shut and leans on Maki’s shoulder. The latter hesitates for half a moment before giving into the touch and laying her head on top of Chiaki’s.
“…Come here.” Maki finally whispers, scooting Chiaki over to make room for Kaede on the other side. She almost immediately crosses the room and nearly crashes into the sleeping girl from excitement, earning a small glare from Maki. Kaede smiles at the other instead, albeit with a touch of residual guilt from the party, looking between her and Chiaki’s sleeping face before pressing a kiss to the latter’s temple. She doesn’t miss the way the corner of her mouth quirks upwards a little.
The air settles between them, calm and peaceful. Kaede will never tire of coming home to these two; she’ll never tire of the way they slot together so well, even though they all have their flaws. Their home smells like black cherry candles and it always feels comfortably warm, just the way they all like it.
The overhead lights are dim, and it’s enough to lull the last two awake to sleep.
But somehow, Kaede doesn’t want that. Somehow, she’s itching for something more – something to make up for everything before the guilt gnaws away at her.
She quickly glances at the silver clock on the wall, seeing that it was only a quarter past twelve. Kaede scrunches her eyebrows together, sitting upright and steeling her resolve. She just couldn’t let their night end on a crappy note like this, and she’s sure the other two would agree if she could persuade them just right.
Thankfully and surprisingly, she was rather good at getting them to go along with her nonsense ideas most of the time.
“Hey,” she whispers with a mischievous smile, nudging both of them out of their drowsy state, “Do you guys wanna do something fun?”
-x-
Chiaki was still wiping the bleariness out of her eyes as she and Maki walked back from the Lawson’s down the street, three bags of ingredients in hand. Or rather, Chiaki carrying the lightest bag, singular, while Maki insisted on carrying the other two after squabbling with Chiaki over it.
“Hey, Chiaki…” Maki broke through the comfortable silence between them, “Do you have any idea what she’s planning?”
She holds a contemplative hum for a few seconds, playfully bumping shoulders with Maki, the latter only giving her a small smile in return. “Not sure. But I think that whatever she’s thinking, it’ll be fun!”
Maki stays quiet, looking out into the distance to catch a glimpse of the ocean, even though it’d likely be obscured by the white streetlights. Chiaki’s gaze follows, realizing that the other is seeking comfort.
“You’re not… actually upset at Kaede for the party, are you?”
“Wh—? No, of course not, I just… don’t feel comfortable at parties in general, and those guys were… you know.” She sighed, shoulders slouching a little uncharacteristically, “It’s because of Kaede that you and I were able to socialize a bit more and I don’t want to say that this set me back a ways, but… maybe it’ll take a little while to adjust again.”
Chiaki stays silent for a moment, before quickly nabbing the grocery bag Maki was carrying in her right hand and swiftly shifting it to her own, now carrying two bags with one hand. The other looks back at her in surprise, ready to protest until Chiaki grabs her hand, lacing their fingers together.
“It’ll be fine, Maki – you’ll always have us, after all. We’ll get through it together like we always do.”
Maki barely hears Chiaki’s soothing words over the sound of her own heartbeat, even though they’ve been together for years. She clears her throat, willing her voice to steady while trying to shift her attention away from the fact that Chiaki’s hands are so warm. So warm and soft – unlike her own.
“…Is this your idea of romance?” She huffs lightly with a smile, only to have it returned tenfold by the other girl leaning into her as they make their way back home.
“Doesn’t get more romantic than this, I think.”
As the two of them make back and forth conversation, they see their house in the distance and pick up their pace to cover the distance a little quicker.
Chiaki squints under the bright lights as they grow nearer, catching Kaede waving to them from the front porch with enthusiasm like it wasn’t almost one ‘o’ clock in the morning. Still, Chiaki waves back at her with as much enthusiasm as she really feels, knowing Kaede was a little sensitive to that kind of thing.
Kaede rushes off the porch to give the two a smothering group hug, which neither of them struggled out of much to Kaede’s own surprise. “How are my two favourite-est girlfriends in the world?”
“We’re your only girlfriends…?” Maki mumbles confusedly, face slightly flushed.
A breezy laugh slips from Kaede as she leans back slightly to bump noses with her, causing her to blush up to her ears. “I know. I was just missing you both a lot. The house doesn’t feel as nice when it’s empty, y’know?”
Maki’s ears burn as she feels the other’s breath on her face. She swears that she’ll never get used to this, but honestly, she’s not sure if she minds it.
Chiaki gives them both a slight squeeze and pulls away, “Come on now, we won’t get to do anything if we just stay here all night.”
With a quick nod, Kaede relieves her partners of their grocery bags and hauls them into the kitchen, carefully setting them on the granite countertop. One by one she pulls snacks and snack-making ingredients out of the bags, stuffing the three small empty bags inside the stupidly large plastic grocery bag they keep under the sink.
The other two followed her into the kitchen, question marks hovering over their heads because despite their educated guesses, they still couldn’t make out what exactly Kaede wanted to do.
They didn’t need to wait long however, because as soon as she finished sorting out the ingredients into groups across the countertop, the connection was quickly made.
“So how do we feel about strawberry daifuku?” Kaede puffed out her chest, crossing her arms as she waited with bated breath for the other two to answer.
Maki and Chiaki share a momentary glance, Chiaki being the first to break out into a smile and nod along to the idea. The other also gives in rather easily, fiddling with the ends of her twintails, “Sure, I guess it’d be nice to make it for once instead of buying it.”
Kaede beams, positively over the moon as she starts unwrapping all the ingredients. Maki immediately rushes over to her, arms outstretched to keep her from causing an accident as she rushes back and forth between the fridge, pantry, and countertop. The sight of those two fumbling over each other was enough to make Chiaki laugh, only to earn a short scolding from Maki for sitting around instead of helping.
She shuffles off the barstool, but not without a huff, as she reaches into the depths of the countertop cupboard for a mixing bowl, tray, and plastic wrap. Once she sets them on the countertop, the three of them take turns washing their hands at the sink, but not before Kaede pulls up the recipe on her phone.
Maki shoots her a questioning glance, to which Kaede only puffs her cheek and ignores her as she continues poking around for the right recipe. “Look, I want to be accurate, okay?”
“…Uh-huh.”
“I’m serious! Do you want another baking disaster like last time? Because I’m pretty sure you were the one that added baking soda instead of baking powder.”
“I—” Maki opens her mouth, then shuts it, and then opens it again, “That… was my fault, yeah, but baking is different than making mochi.” She argues, lips pressed into a thin line, “I thought this’d be more straightforward.’
“Mm, I’m sure it is but it doesn’t hurt to have a recipe out, does it?” Chiaki supplied, setting the anko aside in a small bowl, “I know that Hajime and Nagito still have trouble making kusamochi, and that’s Hajime’s favourite snack of all time. Unless you make it pretty often, it’s kinda hard to have the measurements memorized.”
“Well, Hinata is a bit of a perfectionist and Komaeda is… Komaeda , but I guess I can understand needing a reference.”
Kaede gives Chiaki a grateful smile as she pulls up her favourite recipe, setting her phone on the pastel pink holder so the three of them could see it properly as they worked. She lets out a satisfied huff as she surveils the countertop, keeping track of everything they’d need to get to work.
“Alright, then!” Kaede slams her palms down on the countertop with a hard slap, startling Chiaki out of a daze in the process and making Maki jolt ramrod straight. Suddenly the room was charged with energy from that simple action; it felt like the lights were brighter, their minds clearer, and their spirits much livelier than they’d been all evening. Sometimes the other two would swear that their partner had magical powers of some sort.
“I’ll look over everything and handle the strawberries, but Chiaki, you’ll handle the anko,” She points at the sorry-looking bag of azuki beans before redirecting herself to Maki, wide grin on her face “And you will handle the shiratamako and you will make it into the best mochi in the world.”
“Yeah?” Maki smirks back at her, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter, “And why is that?”
“Because I have full faith in your perfectionist tendencies, and I have even more faith in your feelings for me!” She declares with blazing confidence.
The smirk slides right off of Maki’s face, leaving an unreadable expression which she wore for no longer than a few seconds before she sighs and rolls up her sleeves. “You are actually impossible.”
“But you love her!” Chiaki chips in with a sing-song voice.
She scoffs, ignoring the way her mouth feels a little dry as she pours out the rice flour and gets to work on the mochi, which she will by no means put all her effort into for Kaede’s sake. Not at all.
“ Maybe .”
The three of them got to work, going back and forth in perfect harmony, as they each did their part, only needing one break in between for some coffee-boosted hot chocolate. Chiaki looked over the other two, feeling pride swell in her chest as she watched them work side by side.
The kitchen light overhead was artificial but golden nonetheless, making them glow in a way only she could see and comprehend. Standing there at some ungodly hour of the night making an easily-bought store snack with her two girlfriends wasn’t part of her weekend plan, but really, she would rather give up every console she’s ever owned than give up this moment – even her limited-edition Sonic the Hedgehog Dreamcast.
Which is why she’s conflicted to bring up the next question.
“…Kaede, why are you doing all this anyway?”
The girl in question freezes, anko spread over the forefingers of one hand and a half-coated strawberry in the other. She chews her bottom lip, gaze stuck between the bright red fruit and the glare of the kitchen light reflecting off the countertop, until she finally puts the strawberry down and relents.
“I just… felt bad for putting you two through that.” She confesses, unable to look either of them in the eye as the suffocating pressure sets in bit by bit, “I mean, I swear I never knew it’d turn out so bad given that my colleagues are sweet and it’s usually less… frustrating when we meet up with the guys from high school.”
Maki opens her mouth to say something but stops, realizing that Kaede was swimming in her own thoughts, and that she wouldn’t be able to come out until she got everything off her chest.
“I mean, we could’ve just ignored it and stayed home from the beginning and I just… I didn’t know that the party would be such a drag or that it’d have creepy men making comments about us, b-but I can’t apologize enough for it.”
Chiaki hums in understanding, turning towards Kaede, before cupping her jaw and placing a feather light kiss while on her tip-toes. “It’s alright, there’s no way you would’ve known.”
And just like that, the tension is broken. On the other side, Maki slips her hand into Kaede’s silently, intertwining their fingers together and squeezing lightly, uncaring about the bit of anko she feels on her fingertips, “I think you’re being too sentimental about this, but… she’s right. Besides, we’re home now, aren’t we?”
Kaede sniffles, blinking away the mistiness in her eyes as she squeezes back with a small smile, “You’re right, you’re right – we are home…”
“Then… let’s wrap this up then, shall we?”
The two of them nod at Maki’s words, although they barely manage to hide their surprise at her taking the lead. Kaede starts up again, elbows deep into digging right back into the rice dough with furrowed eyebrows and rigid movements. Chiaki hums for a moment with a thoughtful look on her face, lightly nudging her girlfriend to a stop with her elbow.
“Hey, please be nicer to the mochi from here on out; don’t work bad feelings into your food or it won’t taste as good.”
Maki and Kaede laugh lightly at that, but Kaede’s hands still for a moment anyway, “Who told you that?”
“No one. It’s just a hunch.” Chiaki answered simply, looking back up at them with nothing short of pure adoration, “I just don’t want either of you to have bad memories of our time together, that’s all.”
-x-
Besides the first two daifuku coming out a little stickier than the rest, the dessert was a major success.
Kaede split the first one, insistent on the other two getting the first taste, but instead of giving it to them right then and there, she had one last surprise up her sleeve apparently.
They take the plate of twelve strawberry daifuku along with the other convenience store snacks and drinks in additional carry bags – making it easier to throw trash out without it getting spread all over… wherever Kaede was leading them.
Once they make it to the hallway, she pushes the door open to the master bedroom, where several plush pillows, comforters, stuffed toys, and blankets were laid out on the floor in front of the TV, right by the foot of their king-sized bed. Small fairy lights were strung from corner to corner, giving the room a warm and ambient glow besides the light of the television’s screensaver. A shimmery sheer cloth was draped overhead, catching the golden-white light within its pearly threads, the corners held up by some careful string work and a prayer, probably. But it did the trick nonetheless; the whole scene felt magical, like it was straight out of a lonely child’s sleepover fantasy.
Truth be told, it was probably the case for the three of them.
“You… did all this?”
Kaede nods her head gleefully.
“For us…?”
She nods her head again, twice as fast, and full of joy.
Maki is the first to start tripping over her words, always tongue-tied when it came to expressing the depths of her gratitude, but Chiaki knew her just as well as she knew herself, pulling the three of them into a tight hug – giving Maki a quick nudge in Kaede’s direction, before she quickly picked up the hint that this was her best chance, and placed a kiss between the taller girl’s lilac eyes.
“Oh,” Chiaki murmured as she pulled away from the both of them, “Who’s sitting in the middle?”
Kaede and Maki share a knowing look behind her, a grin forming on their faces.
“I think that you deserve the honours tonight, Chiaki!” Kaede declared, gently pushing the both of them towards the makeshift bed, picking up the bags of snacks and plate of mochi from the table so the other girls could have their hands free as they settled in.
Chiaki let out a muffled yelp as she was soon pulled down into the mess of blankets, although the feeling was more like being on a cloud than anything. She adjusted herself, tucking her legs under the comforter directly under her as the other two shuffled as close as possible, but not before Kaede grabbed three PlayStation 2 DualShock controllers and set them in front of everyone.
She looked at Kaede and then at Maki, who sat wordlessly with a small smile on her face, “So… can I ask why I’m in the middle today?”
“Nope!” An immediate sure-fire answer from Kaede.
Maki shuffles closer, looping an arm around Chiaki’s and nuzzling up to her warm, plush, body – not unlike a cat seeking warmth, “Maybe not everything needs an explanation. Sometimes it’s just nice to… love you, I suppose. You’re easy to love.”
“Mhmm!” Kaede agreed from the other side of Chiaki, cuddling up in a similar fashion, “You did a lot today and you worked hard. We’ll all get a turn in the middle, but today it’s just you. It’s you, always supporting us from the sidelines, always being the first to join our hands together.”
Chiaki blushed up to her ears and felt something bloom in her chest, cheeks burning warm enough that she was sure the other two could feel the heat radiating off of her, “Well, when you put it that way…” She mumbles bashfully.
She never does finish her sentence, and she never quite gets to hear why she was really put in the middle after all.
But as she finally sets her controller in her lap and reaches for a freshly made strawberry daifuku, Chiaki supposes that at the end of the day, it really doesn’t matter; there were three hundred and sixty-six days in a year, and more than enough time to share her love with them both.
She takes a bite – a delicate balance of mellow sweetness and tart coating her tastebuds, and unrestrained affection overwhelming all her other senses.
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ask-postgame-v3 · 1 year
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Heyo guys and gals, out of curiosity, who's your favorite character from the Sonic Series? (Im pretty sure Maki's is Shadow.) Also, hope yall get better soon. :)
Too many characters, not enough room for sprites. So here were the answers:
Espio -> Rantaro
Amy -> Kaede
Big -> Ryoma
Metal Sonic -> Kirumi
Cream -> Angie
Blaze -> Tenko
Shadow -> Korekiyo
Rouge -> Miu
Charmy -> Gonta
Sally -> Kokichi
Sonic -> Kaito
Princess Elise -> Tsumugi
Silver -> Kiibo
Knuckles -> Maki
Cosmo -> Himiko
Tails -> Shuichi
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gunce-34 · 1 year
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The Momota Family
1) What kind of family are they? Nuclear (two parents and children), single-parent, childless, extended, adoptive/foster, sibling-only, blended, or something else?
-> Adoptive on Masaru's end, of course. Kaito was contacted by Team Danganronpa again, asking if he'd be interested in caring for an abused child whose season of Danganronpa didn't do so well. Kaito, with the drive to be a hero, immediately accepted, much to Maki's chagrin. She was hesitant on this, thinking that he could easily get hurt because of her, but eventually, she grew more lenient and proved to be a diligent caretaker, however, though not very physically affectionate, she is protective and quick to provide assistance even where unneeded.
2) Who's in charge at home? Is there one clear leader, or does the household operate more on a democratic level? If making a big decision, eg. If they move, who would be able to veto a decision?
-> Nobody's really "in charge", because everything operates with all three opinions. Big decisions tend to be led by Maki, but she also listens to Kaito's and Masaru's opinions. Kaito likes to give his traumatized wife the majority of power bc he's a dumbass. ;w;
3) Who brings in the family income? How does this alter their position in the family, and any power they could hold over other members? Who then takes care of the household duties?
-> At the moment, Kaito does. Maki is currently in hiding from her assassin group, and as soon as it's safe, she has a lot of credentials she can fall back on as a former Hope's Peak Academy student.
4) Where do they live? What is their house/apartment/etc. like? Are there great distances between rooms, or are people always on top of each other? Is their family considered unusual or normal, in the area they're living in?
5) If a stranger walked into their home, what would be the first thing they heard; silence, banter, laughter, or something else? What smells would fill the air? Would they be welcomed, or immediately kicked back onto the street?
6) How is conflict dealt with within the family? Is it talked over calmly, screamed about, or ignored? Are there punishments for children disobeying their parents, such as going to the 'naughty corner', etc.?
7) What family members get along? How is this influenced by personality, age, and life experiences? What do they enjoy doing together?
8) What family members don't get along? Why not? What do they disagree on, and how is this expressed? Do they avoid each other and say little, or are they constantly breaking out into arguments?
9) What kind of food does the family eat? Who cooks? Are there family recipes that have been passed down, and are eaten regularly, or do they prefer to eat out, or have microwave meals? Do they eat foods that are accepted by their surrounding culture, or foods that might be considered strange?
10) How are politics dealt with in the family? Does each member have the freedom to strongly express their viewpoint, or is there only one political opinion that is accepted? What happens when members disagree about key political issues?
11) What past-times do family members engage in? Are their leisure pursuits all wildly different, or do they all enjoy one hobby, such as hiking, reading, etc.?
12) If there are children, how are they raised? Do the parents have control over every aspect of their lives, or do they let them roam free? What do they prioritize; fun or learning?
13) What system of education is preferred? Are all the children home-schooled, or sent to public/private schools? What beliefs or past experiences have shaped their decision?
14) What faith/religion is held by all, or most of the family members? What religious ceremonies or activities do they engage with as a family? Do they go to a place of gathering for this faith as a family, or alone? Are there any members who don't follow this faith? Does that stir up conflict (if so, then what kind?), or is it readily accepted?
15) What core values do they have? Eg. love, serving a god of their faith, happiness, diversity, money, success, etc. Is there a consensus on the meaning and purpose of life? Where did these values and beliefs come from?
16) Who holds the family secrets, and what are they? Who in the family is aware of them; are they proud of them, or do they desperately try to conceal them?
17) How close are they with extended family members? How often do they visit them, or meet up? Do they always host family reunions, or do they come up with excuses of why not to go?
18) Are they proud of their heritage? What celebrations or festivals do they engage in to celebrate this? Or are they ashamed of it? Why?
19) What struggles have the family gone through together? Has this caused them to break apart, or grow closer? Can any broken relationships be restored?
20) What daily family traditions do they engage in? What weekly/monthly traditions? What time of the day are they performed at?
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The Saihara Family
1) What kind of family are they? Nuclear (two parents and children), single-parent, childless, extended, adoptive/foster, sibling-only, blended, or something else? 
2) Who's in charge at home? Is there one clear leader, or does the household operate more on a democratic level? If making a big decision, eg. If they move, who would be able to veto a decision? 
3) Who brings in the family income? How does this alter their position in the family, and any power they could hold over other members? Who then takes care of the household duties? 
4) Where do they live? What is their house/apartment/etc. like? Are there great distances between rooms, or are people always on top of each other? Is their family considered unusual or normal, in the area they're living in? 
5) If a stranger walked into their home, what would be the first thing they heard; silence, banter, laughter, or something else? What smells would fill the air? Would they be welcomed, or immediately kicked back onto the street? 
6) How is conflict dealt with within the family? Is it talked over calmly, screamed about, or ignored? Are there punishments for children disobeying their parents, such as going to the 'naughty corner', etc.? 
7) What family members get along? How is this influenced by personality, age, and life experiences? What do they enjoy doing together? 
8) What family members don't get along? Why not? What do they disagree on, and how is this expressed? Do they avoid each other and say little, or are they constantly breaking out into arguments? 
9) What kind of food does the family eat? Who cooks? Are there family recipes that have been passed down, and are eaten regularly, or do they prefer to eat out, or have microwave meals? Do they eat foods that are accepted by their surrounding culture, or foods that might be considered strange? 
10) How are politics dealt with in the family? Does each member have the freedom to strongly express their viewpoint, or is there only one political opinion that is accepted? What happens when members disagree about key political issues? 
11) What past-times do family members engage in? Are their leisure pursuits all wildly different, or do they all enjoy one hobby, such as hiking, reading, etc.? 
12) If there are children, how are they raised? Do the parents have control over every aspect of their lives, or do they let them roam free? What do they prioritize; fun or learning? 
13) What system of education is preferred? Are all the children home-schooled, or sent to public/private schools? What beliefs or past experiences have shaped their decision? 
14) What faith/religion is held by all, or most of the family members? What religious ceremonies or activities do they engage with as a family? Do they go to a place of gathering for this faith as a family, or alone? Are there any members who don't follow this faith? Does that stir up conflict (if so, then what kind?), or is it readily accepted? 
15) What core values do they have? Eg. love, serving a god of their faith, happiness, diversity, money, success, etc. Is there a consensus on the meaning and purpose of life? Where did these values and beliefs come from? 
16) Who holds the family secrets, and what are they? Who in the family is aware of them; are they proud of them, or do they desperately try to conceal them? 
17) How close are they with extended family members? How often do they visit them, or meet up? Do they always host family reunions, or do they come up with excuses of why not to go? 
18) Are they proud of their heritage? What celebrations or festivals do they engage in to celebrate this? Or are they ashamed of it? Why? 
19) What struggles have the family gone through together? Has this caused them to break apart, or grow closer? Can any broken relationships be restored? 
20) What daily family traditions do they engage in? What weekly/monthly traditions? What time of the day are they performed at? 
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The Yonaga Family
1) What kind of family are they? Nuclear (two parents and children), single-parent, childless, extended, adoptive/foster, sibling-only, blended, or something else? 
2) Who's in charge at home? Is there one clear leader, or does the household operate more on a democratic level? If making a big decision, eg. If they move, who would be able to veto a decision? 
3) Who brings in the family income? How does this alter their position in the family, and any power they could hold over other members? Who then takes care of the household duties? 
4) Where do they live? What is their house/apartment/etc. like? Are there great distances between rooms, or are people always on top of each other? Is their family considered unusual or normal, in the area they're living in? 
5) If a stranger walked into their home, what would be the first thing they heard; silence, banter, laughter, or something else? What smells would fill the air? Would they be welcomed, or immediately kicked back onto the street? 
6) How is conflict dealt with within the family? Is it talked over calmly, screamed about, or ignored? Are there punishments for children disobeying their parents, such as going to the 'naughty corner', etc.? 
7) What family members get along? How is this influenced by personality, age, and life experiences? What do they enjoy doing together? 
8) What family members don't get along? Why not? What do they disagree on, and how is this expressed? Do they avoid each other and say little, or are they constantly breaking out into arguments? 
9) What kind of food does the family eat? Who cooks? Are there family recipes that have been passed down, and are eaten regularly, or do they prefer to eat out, or have microwave meals? Do they eat foods that are accepted by their surrounding culture, or foods that might be considered strange? 
10) How are politics dealt with in the family? Does each member have the freedom to strongly express their viewpoint, or is there only one political opinion that is accepted? What happens when members disagree about key political issues? 
11) What past-times do family members engage in? Are their leisure pursuits all wildly different, or do they all enjoy one hobby, such as hiking, reading, etc.? 
12) If there are children, how are they raised? Do the parents have control over every aspect of their lives, or do they let them roam free? What do they prioritize; fun or learning? 
13) What system of education is preferred? Are all the children home-schooled, or sent to public/private schools? What beliefs or past experiences have shaped their decision? 
14) What faith/religion is held by all, or most of the family members? What religious ceremonies or activities do they engage with as a family? Do they go to a place of gathering for this faith as a family, or alone? Are there any members who don't follow this faith? Does that stir up conflict (if so, then what kind?), or is it readily accepted? 
15) What core values do they have? Eg. love, serving a god of their faith, happiness, diversity, money, success, etc. Is there a consensus on the meaning and purpose of life? Where did these values and beliefs come from? 
16) Who holds the family secrets, and what are they? Who in the family is aware of them; are they proud of them, or do they desperately try to conceal them? 
17) How close are they with extended family members? How often do they visit them, or meet up? Do they always host family reunions, or do they come up with excuses of why not to go? 
18) Are they proud of their heritage? What celebrations or festivals do they engage in to celebrate this? Or are they ashamed of it? Why? 
19) What struggles have the family gone through together? Has this caused them to break apart, or grow closer? Can any broken relationships be restored? 
20) What daily family traditions do they engage in? What weekly/monthly traditions? What time of the day are they performed at? 
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The Ouma Family
1) What kind of family are they? Nuclear (two parents and children), single-parent, childless, extended, adoptive/foster, sibling-only, blended, or something else? 
2) Who's in charge at home? Is there one clear leader, or does the household operate more on a democratic level? If making a big decision, eg. If they move, who would be able to veto a decision? 
3) Who brings in the family income? How does this alter their position in the family, and any power they could hold over other members? Who then takes care of the household duties? 
4) Where do they live? What is their house/apartment/etc. like? Are there great distances between rooms, or are people always on top of each other? Is their family considered unusual or normal, in the area they're living in? 
5) If a stranger walked into their home, what would be the first thing they heard; silence, banter, laughter, or something else? What smells would fill the air? Would they be welcomed, or immediately kicked back onto the street? 
6) How is conflict dealt with within the family? Is it talked over calmly, screamed about, or ignored? Are there punishments for children disobeying their parents, such as going to the 'naughty corner', etc.? 
7) What family members get along? How is this influenced by personality, age, and life experiences? What do they enjoy doing together? 
8) What family members don't get along? Why not? What do they disagree on, and how is this expressed? Do they avoid each other and say little, or are they constantly breaking out into arguments? 
9) What kind of food does the family eat? Who cooks? Are there family recipes that have been passed down, and are eaten regularly, or do they prefer to eat out, or have microwave meals? Do they eat foods that are accepted by their surrounding culture, or foods that might be considered strange? 
10) How are politics dealt with in the family? Does each member have the freedom to strongly express their viewpoint, or is there only one political opinion that is accepted? What happens when members disagree about key political issues? 
11) What past-times do family members engage in? Are their leisure pursuits all wildly different, or do they all enjoy one hobby, such as hiking, reading, etc.? 
12) If there are children, how are they raised? Do the parents have control over every aspect of their lives, or do they let them roam free? What do they prioritize; fun or learning? 
13) What system of education is preferred? Are all the children home-schooled, or sent to public/private schools? What beliefs or past experiences have shaped their decision? 
14) What faith/religion is held by all, or most of the family members? What religious ceremonies or activities do they engage with as a family? Do they go to a place of gathering for this faith as a family, or alone? Are there any members who don't follow this faith? Does that stir up conflict (if so, then what kind?), or is it readily accepted? 
15) What core values do they have? Eg. love, serving a god of their faith, happiness, diversity, money, success, etc. Is there a consensus on the meaning and purpose of life? Where did these values and beliefs come from? 
16) Who holds the family secrets, and what are they? Who in the family is aware of them; are they proud of them, or do they desperately try to conceal them? 
17) How close are they with extended family members? How often do they visit them, or meet up? Do they always host family reunions, or do they come up with excuses of why not to go? 
18) Are they proud of their heritage? What celebrations or festivals do they engage in to celebrate this? Or are they ashamed of it? Why? 
19) What struggles have the family gone through together? Has this caused them to break apart, or grow closer? Can any broken relationships be restored? 
20) What daily family traditions do they engage in? What weekly/monthly traditions? What time of the day are they performed at? 
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The Amami Family
1) What kind of family are they? Nuclear (two parents and children), single-parent, childless, extended, adoptive/foster, sibling-only, blended, or something else? 
2) Who's in charge at home? Is there one clear leader, or does the household operate more on a democratic level? If making a big decision, eg. If they move, who would be able to veto a decision? 
3) Who brings in the family income? How does this alter their position in the family, and any power they could hold over other members? Who then takes care of the household duties? 
4) Where do they live? What is their house/apartment/etc. like? Are there great distances between rooms, or are people always on top of each other? Is their family considered unusual or normal, in the area they're living in? 
5) If a stranger walked into their home, what would be the first thing they heard; silence, banter, laughter, or something else? What smells would fill the air? Would they be welcomed, or immediately kicked back onto the street? 
6) How is conflict dealt with within the family? Is it talked over calmly, screamed about, or ignored? Are there punishments for children disobeying their parents, such as going to the 'naughty corner', etc.? 
7) What family members get along? How is this influenced by personality, age, and life experiences? What do they enjoy doing together? 
8) What family members don't get along? Why not? What do they disagree on, and how is this expressed? Do they avoid each other and say little, or are they constantly breaking out into arguments? 
9) What kind of food does the family eat? Who cooks? Are there family recipes that have been passed down, and are eaten regularly, or do they prefer to eat out, or have microwave meals? Do they eat foods that are accepted by their surrounding culture, or foods that might be considered strange? 
10) How are politics dealt with in the family? Does each member have the freedom to strongly express their viewpoint, or is there only one political opinion that is accepted? What happens when members disagree about key political issues? 
11) What past-times do family members engage in? Are their leisure pursuits all wildly different, or do they all enjoy one hobby, such as hiking, reading, etc.? 
12) If there are children, how are they raised? Do the parents have control over every aspect of their lives, or do they let them roam free? What do they prioritize; fun or learning? 
13) What system of education is preferred? Are all the children home-schooled, or sent to public/private schools? What beliefs or past experiences have shaped their decision? 
14) What faith/religion is held by all, or most of the family members? What religious ceremonies or activities do they engage with as a family? Do they go to a place of gathering for this faith as a family, or alone? Are there any members who don't follow this faith? Does that stir up conflict (if so, then what kind?), or is it readily accepted? 
15) What core values do they have? Eg. love, serving a god of their faith, happiness, diversity, money, success, etc. Is there a consensus on the meaning and purpose of life? Where did these values and beliefs come from? 
16) Who holds the family secrets, and what are they? Who in the family is aware of them; are they proud of them, or do they desperately try to conceal them? 
17) How close are they with extended family members? How often do they visit them, or meet up? Do they always host family reunions, or do they come up with excuses of why not to go? 
18) Are they proud of their heritage? What celebrations or festivals do they engage in to celebrate this? Or are they ashamed of it? Why? 
19) What struggles have the family gone through together? Has this caused them to break apart, or grow closer? Can any broken relationships be restored? 
20) What daily family traditions do they engage in? What weekly/monthly traditions? What time of the day are they performed at? 
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[ massage ] -Kaito for Makiroll
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@chaosmultiverse
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    This had been Kaito’s suggestion, but it was definitely a weird sensation to have someone touching her shoulders. At least he had warned her so she didn’t just grab him and chuck him over her out of surprise. It was one of the many weird things she still had to get used to, but at least Kaito was smart enough to give her a heads up. 
    Despite the gentle rubbing of her shoulders, they stayed rather tense since it was just second nature for her to be rather tense. It came with the talent that she had to always remain on her toes and to not relax for even a moment, after all. That and all of the feelings she had swirling in her head for Kaito just made her a silent, nervous wreck. How could she relax with his hands rubbing into her shoulders?! It at least felt nice, even if it wasn’t doing much.
      “...I’m not sure this is even working.”
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Matching outfits 2 ୨୧⊹₊⋆
Another matching outfits picture with Maki! ❤
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The Blessing to Your Curse - Part 1 (Ryomen Sukuna x Reader)
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Hey y’all I’m back again so soon with another fic, Sukuna’s lover reincarnation (whatever you call it) has me in a chokehold right now and I thought I’d share this with the world. Would like to warn you there is a lot of strange jumping around/pov changes which are indicated by the change in pronouns, I would mark each change but it would get a bit messy after a while so I hope it’s not too hard to follow! ^-^
Reader’s powers involve something I like to call ‘blessed energy’ which is the opposite to cursed energy and is mostly used for healing (reverse blessed energy is used to harm in the same way reverse CE is used to heal) and it’s something I created to use with my writings in the JJK universe. (sometimes I write it a little op because im a self-indulgent piece of shit so for most of what I post I’ll probably dial it back if I use it hehe) The reader has a similar situation to Maki/Mai (MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD) where one twin is restricted and the other has all the energy, and when the one with the energy dies the living twin gains all the power, so I hope that makes sense in context of the story
(PLEASE DON'T HESITATE TO SEND A REQUEST!!!! I'M ALWAYS IN NEED OF NEW PROMPTS AND CHARACTERS TO GO WITH THEM ❤)(I have a post which outlines characters I mostly write for but I'm open to adding to that list!!)
Warnings: mild description of mutilation (sukuna’s transformation), main character death (not described), fluff
Word count: 2.4k
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“Ryomen!” You laugh, trying to keep a few steps ahead of the young man who chases after you. Your legs tire easily, body frail and sick despite the immense power flowing through your veins. “I’m coming for you!” He growls playfully, “Better run!” He’s holding back from his top speed, this you know well, but you refuse to let that stop you from trying to keep up with his childish play. Still young, 16 and 17 with him being the older one, you insist that you would rather spend the rest of your life here with him than being shepherded around in the village like a priestess.
This is your only escape from the temple on the hill, only solitude, your time with Ryomen Sukuna is precious and you treat it as such, thinking only of him and his rare smiles. You refuse to let the village’s words taint your view of him, as powerful as he is with his cursed energy there is good in him and you seek to nurture it, for both simple selfish gain and so he doesn’t turn on everyone like they did him. You reach the treeline and race out into the meadow, the grass tall and soft around your waist having stripped down from your daily ceremonial robes into just modest loose undergarments.
He does eventually catch up near the middle of the meadow, springing out of the grass and tackling you to the ground, making sure to roll so you land on top of him and he takes the full force of the fall. The last time you returned to the village after a long day of simple play with bruises and scrapes you weren’t allowed to leave the village for a few weeks.
He’s grown quite a lot larger than you during his time in exile, to be expected when you have to fend for yourself against wild animals and build your own shelter, “You’re getting stronger every day,” You smile, pushing yourself off him and laying in the grass, staring up at the beautiful pink of the sunset. “Well I have to, to be able protect you, I’m not the only thing out there you know,” He says, his tone almost too blasé for what he’s implying. You tilt your head and trace the lines of his tattoos with your eyes, “I know you’re not, but you’re not a thing to me Ryomen,” You murmur, “Please, you’re the closest thing I have to a friend, you’ve always been human to me,”
He meets your gaze, his eyes used to be brown, but the red no longer worries you like it used to, “One day I’ll get you out of that village,” He says softly, his words for your ears and the rustling grass only, “I will take you far away from here and we can live somewhere untouched by the rest of the world,” You sit up, looking down at him as you hug your knees to your chest, “I’d like that,” You say, smiling, “Just the two of us,” Nothing could touch you while you were together, the world stood still for you, not even the scathing remarks you sometimes got from the other young girls of the village could hurt you.
The world is volatile, things can change so quickly. Curses are still so new to the world of humans, sorcerers that act as protectors are only just starting to appear among humans and spread themselves between villages when the day finally comes. The wave of hatred and anguish that came with the curses suffocated everything in its path. You were outside the village when it happened, returning from a visit with Sukuna, and you returned to find nothing but death and destruction. More than half of the village had been killed with no discrimination towards age or gender, and it only soothed you a little to see your old family home empty when you wrenched the door open. No blood nor bodies of any kind. Your parents and sister had made it out alive, but the temple atop the hill that you resided in was completely engulfed.
You weren’t naïve, you did not attempt to return to the temple, but they came for you all the same because your energy was like a beacon for them, and they were programmed to destroy. Running with Ryomen had improved your strength over the time you spent together, you supposed that was one of the ways he took care of you in his silent brooding way, but it wasn’t enough to get you all the way to him. He must have sensed your fear as you grew nearer, your breaths shallow and your chest tight, his eyes are the last thing you remember seeing before your soul was harshly liberated from your flesh.
The smell of blood permeated through layers of warmth that held you in suspension beyond life, but you felt yourself being dragged back to the ground, standing over your own body as you watch the only person outside of your immediate family who ever truly cared for you cry. You had never seen him cry before, it was cathartic to know even he still felt human somewhere inside while holding your weak broken body to his bare tattooed chest.
You felt his cursed energy filling the air like smoke, almost able to see it in the purgatory state you’re trapped in, his body shaking and his muscles twitching. It was like watching someone turn themselves inside out when it finally happened, his body began changing before your eyes, an extra pair of arms sprout from the top of his ribcage just under the normal ones. His face contorts with an agonized cry and one half becomes unrecognisable, the flesh pink and hardened into some sort of twisted mask, and to finish the monstrous transformation a second pair of eyes open under his regular ones.
Drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as he cradles you, you hear him make one last promise, one that locks around what remains of your essence like chains and puts you into a deep sleep. “I will burn this world for taking you from me, I will become the King of Curses, and when you are reborn I shall make you remember, make you my Queen, I will bind myself to you to protect you,” It’s the final part that reassures you he isn’t losing himself as the darkness consumes you, “When I find you, the world will be right once again,”
Now it had been over a thousand years since the light in Sukuna’s life had gone out, reducing him to a killing machine that punished the world for snuffing it out, and he had returned once more in the body of a naive 15 year old boy with pink hair. Having been preserved as twenty separate cursed objects since his untimely death he was eager to resume his self-assigned purge, but the boy had more control over his body than Sukuna could break through, leaving him trapped within his innate domain watching through Yuji Itadori’s eyes like they’re windows.
“I had to do it at least once,” He grumbles to himself as the boy sits up, stark naked, on the morgue table, surprising the three sorcerers in the room with the formerly dead boy. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet, Yuji, come,” Gojo instructs as the boy slips on some clothes handed to him. “Another sorcerer?” He asks. “You’ll see when we get there,” The taller man beckons him and they make their way to a house on the furthest outskirts of the Jujutsu high campus, small in size and surrounded by forest on all sides except for the path leading up to the entrance.
A fire burns in the chimney and the house is warm when the pair steps inside, “L/n!” Gojo calls out. Sukuna’s attention is elsewhere as around the corner down the hall out walks a pure angel, her energy blinding and her form strong. “Gojo!” She smiles, “Who’s this?” “This is Yuji Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna’s vessel,” She bows politely, “Welcome to my home,” She looks back up into Yuji’s eyes as he smiles, “It’s nice to meet you!”
“Enchain!” Sukuna shouts, and suddenly he’s thrown violently to the forefront of Yuji’s mind. His trump card, wasted. He hadn’t considered the potential consequences, it had been instinctual and foolish of him. The girl didn’t know who he was, but he wanted to speak to her all the same. He would make her know. He cannot stumble, he cannot falter, not when she’s right there and all he has to do is show her, “Y/n,” He murmurs. “That’s not Yuji,” She frowns, her voice soft, “That’s-” Before the two can react Sukuna is on his knees before her, holding her hands in his and hiding against her soft clothing. “I’ve…” Gojo trails off, “I’ve never seen that before,” The girl doesn’t let him go, and he feels her power reach into him, feeling around in the darkest parts of his soul, “My Queen,” He mutters, feeling the metaphysical chains around his heart tighten, “Please, remember,”
A fast surge of energy from Gojo causes the man on his knees before you to react just as quickly, pulling you tighter against him and then seemingly teleporting out the open door into the clearing, “It’s rude to attack ROYALTY!” He roars as Gojo steps out the door after the pair of you. Sukuna has planted himself firmly between the two of you, “You sorcerers never learn manners!” Something happens when your skin next touches his, his hand shooting out to catch you by your wrist as you fail to keep your balance.
A flood of memories that don’t belong to you, in fact, ones that belong to him. You see yourself, weak and frail but smiling widely, Sukuna as he is in front of you now not as he is described in sorcerer texts. A regular human man with an abnormal amount of tattoos, fiercely protective and full of love for the only person who still sees him as human. You vaguely feel yourself fall to your knees as everything from the day he was exiled to the day you died returned to your mind. You knew that despite the life you had lived for twenty years, you were in fact over a thousand years old.
This wasn’t your life, this wasn’t your body, it was hers, but you are her. You can feel the chains, too, the ones he put there the day you died to ensure that you would return. “The world took her from me, and the world paid the price, now BACK OFF!” His words shake you out of your visions, his hand still clutching your wrist as your head hangs weakly.
“Come now, Sukuna, taking hostages isn’t your style, you know that,” Gojo bargains, “Let her go, and we can fight like men,” You shake your head, “No,” You murmur, “No, Gojo,” You finally look up into his eyes, slightly uncovered as he prepares to fight, “He’s right, I know who I am, I know where my clan comes from,” He doesn’t make a move towards you and you take the opportunity to speak again, “My mother was blessed, her child would calm the beast, but she had two and one was weak in body strong in energy, the other was lacking in energy but strong of body,” Your sister had been the one the clan records mentioned, nobody remembered the girl who died alone in Ryomen Sukuna’s arms.
“I am the Queen to Ryomen Sukuna’s King,” You breathe, feeling his grip on your wrist go lax. His energy dies away and he falls to his hands and knees, but the tattoos are gone. “Yuji!” Gojo’s shoulders finally relax and he recovers his eyes, “What happened? How did he get through?” “Don’t ignore me, Satoru,” You state firmly, “Sukuna will not be a threat while I am alive,” “Can you guarantee that?” He’s always been intimidating, but this man was a part of your training as a sorcerer, and he can be rational when he wants to be.
“You’re an imbecile if you think I’m going to go back on a binding vow,” Sukuna spits from Yuji’s cheek, the boy not even having a chance to get a word in, “She is the only thing in this forsaken world I care about and you’re not about to take that away from me just so you can pretend like you’re the saviour of humanity,” You don’t remember ever being as harsh as Sukuna is right now, but his rage fills you with confidence and admiration, “I can guarantee humans will not fall as long as I am alive, his vow makes sure of it, though I’m sure he would not need it either way,”
The secondary eye on Yuji’s cheek closest to you locks its gaze onto you, “Ever so cunning, I wish I’d had the chance to nurture your hatred towards the village, maybe you’d be more open to killing,” He sounds almost wistful, “But alas, I did make a promise, and I intend to keep it, no matter how idiotic I think you sorcerers are,” You finally move to stand back on your feet, helping Yuji up with a tentative smile, “It’s nice to meet you Itadori,” You murmur, “I’m sorry you have to listen to that punk, you come to me if he gives you trouble alright?” The boy nods, his previously cheery demeanour replaced with something mellower and he seems deep in thought as he looks into your eyes.
“He really loves you,” He murmurs in disbelief, “I didn’t… I didn’t think he was truly capable of love, after what he did to me,” You shrug, “It’ll make sense one day, but I’ll let him be the one who opens up, it’s not my place to air out thousand year old dirty laundry with people who are long dead anyway,” Your words hang in the air as Gojo finally sighs. The discussion and conclusion are finalised when he leaves, Yuji will live with you and you will suppress Sukuna’s energy. You will keep the world safe by preserving your life, lest another binding vow come down upon your departing soul and the King of curses be forced to unleash his merciless fury once more.
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Sukuna is a little shit and out of character because it’s my fic and I get to write the male love interest however I want (I tried besties :( I don’t like mean Sukuna but I do love “I hate everyone but you” so that’s what you get) also I wrote this instead of sleeping at 2am, the brainrot is real and this will probably end up being a series because I can’t control myself
Part 2 here!
Post dividers from @cafekitsune
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sinless-slaughter · 1 year
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*When Maki returns home, she finds that her door has been unlocked from the outside, without a key. She can faintly here someone breathing inside. What does she do?* @human-monokuma
This is a very poor choice to do to the Ultimate Assassin, someone trained to react to the slightest jerk of a hair. She draws her gun, and kicks the door in, shooting in the direction of the breathing she hears.
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makitten · 2 years
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Do you accept requests for Riddle?
Yes! I would love to write something for him 🧸💕
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kentopedia · 3 months
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𝐈. 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 ❤︎༻°₊ 。 villain!nanami + f!reader
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chapter summary . . . it's been a year since the death of gojo satoru, and it seems that geto's plans have slightly changed.
chapter warnings . . . none other than jjk typical dark themes. see masterlist for series warnings!
author note! this series is my exploration of some of the themes and aspects about jjk that i find intriguing, but this story will be an alternate timeline, and will diverge from the jjk canon, lore, power system, etc. pls don't correct me if i get something about jujutsu or the current timeline wrong! <3
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“𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮” 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐍𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐳𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞
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The sheet wrinkled between your fingertips, your grasp far too tight for the thin piece of paper. Words smudged into a pool of black from the oils that danced across your palm, but it didn’t matter much… You didn’t need to read them anyway. 
Those lines were as familiar to you as your own name, scribbled down in Utahime’s neat calligraphy, a daily report of new information gathered. The length of the list never changed, but, really, seldom changed, these days. 
The same could not be said of the numbers beside the names, the words that followed. They were altered, on occasion. Often when you least expected it.
Directory of known sorcerers residing in Japan, as of December 24, 2017. Most recent grade of every sorcerer identified. Status identified. Bounty set by Nanami Kento and Geto Suguru identified (if applicable):
GOJO SATORU . . . Special Grade . . . Deceased 
TSUKUMO YUKI . . . Special Grade . . . Deceased 
OKKOTSU YUUTA . . . Special Grade . . . Deceased 
GETO SUGURU . . . Special Grade . . . Defected 
NANAMI KENTO . . . Special Grade . . . Defected 
SHOKO IERI . . .  Grade 1 . . . Reward: 35,000,000
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. . . Grade 1 . . . Reward: 50,000,000
Your name was next on the list. 
Immediately, you stopped reading, the anger consuming you as quickly as your eyes scanned the words across the page, crumbling it in your palm. 
Every two weeks, like clockwork, your bounty raised. It was the same with Megumi and Maki, as descendants of the Zen’in clan, and children that the higher-ups were so desperate to obtain. But no one else’s reward held quite the same inconsistency as your own, which never seemed to raise by a set amount.
Today, nothing was surprising about the list, no new deaths, no numbers that seemed otherworldly. You threw the wadded ball of paper over your shoulder, slumping forward as your head fell into your hands. 
Everyone was getting desperate, it seemed. Not just the Zen’in clan, but Geto too. Perhaps even you were losing your last shred of rationality, of hope that things would change. The only ambition you still had was keeping Maki and Megumi out of the disgusting hands of their clan leaders. 
You swore to protect them… And you would protect them, now that Gojo Satoru could not.
Glancing up, your gaze fell from the ceiling to the window, rays of sunlight clearing through a dark curtain of storm clouds. The sky had begun to open up into a steely gray abyss, but it never looked natural, with the curtain of curse energy that shimmered across the horizon. It encased the entirety of the country, unbroken, from each shore to the beaches, sinking into the seas. A navy hue that sealed your home into a prison, out of hatred and fear, and every twisted feeling that Geto Suguru had settling in his heart.
There was hardly anything that passed through the curtain; only things that were predetermined by Geto, who saw himself, surely, as your great benefactor. No communication to the world outside, no alarming any foreign sorcerers of what had become of your country. Maybe no one cared enough to come to your defense.
It was shield that did little to protect, and it would remain there until someone was strong enough to break it. But without Satoru alive, even that had become an impossible task. 
Month after month, the strongest sorcerers attempted to break it, to take it down, and collapse the cursed energy that was compacted into a swirling wave. Every one of them failed. There were only two special grade sorcerers left, and they were the ones that had trapped you in the circle of hell, to begin with. 
You let out a heavy exhale, turning away from the window to slink back into the darkness of your bedroom. Thinking too hard about the state of your survival only served to depress you further.
At least you still had the rain. The drizzle that maintained the farmlands, kept the rivers from drying out, and you and the rest of the country from dying. Geto had been kind enough to give you that.
As if in response to your dismal thoughts, a dreary rainbow unfurled across the sky, brightening it like a beacon. The colors were still muted, though, swallowed by the darkness of an energy created by hatred. It did little to draw a smile onto your face, and you collapsed onto a chair instead, wrapping yourself up in whatever dusty blankets covered it.
Satoru’s name lingered in your mind like he was whispering it there, his lighthearted, arrogant tone seeping through your eardrums, nestling into your brain. You could still see his smug smile, almost as if he’d been standing in front of you all this time, the image of it painted onto the wall across from you. 
The mere whistle of a memory of him sent a twinge of regret and longing through your entire frame. He was always a pain in your ass, and yet, you were certain that no one missed him more than you. What a pity it was, to have been the strongest. 
So caught up in your memories, you were ignorant to the door unlatching, footsteps padding through the threshold as Shoko came in. Although you hadn’t heard her, you saw her out of the corner of your eye, the shadow of her before she spoke. 
“Everything okay?” Shoko asked, and while things hadn’t been okay in months, there was no other question that could have been asked in place of it. 
You looked over, nestling deeper into the blankets, as you observed her stature, which only seemed to shrink with time. A cigarette was balanced between her fingers, nails painted a light shade of pink; a way to counter the dismal reality of her situation. Shoko’s dark hair had been cut short again, a shadow of her teenage self, a shell of that girl she’d once been, hollow and empty. 
Just like you, you supposed. A burnt image of someone who’d once longed to visit her friends in Tokyo, who’d looked up to all of them like they’d hung the moon. 
How sick you felt, knowing you’d once adored the men that did this to you. Nauseating, even, that you held a shred of love for them still. 
“You could’ve knocked,” you said, rolling your eyes as Shoko puffed out of a cloud of smoke, one that wafted over to the nest you’d perched yourself in. It didn’t quite reach you, but you coughed dramatically anyway, waving your hands around your face.
“Would it have made a difference?”
“For starters, I could’ve looked a little less like I was brooding.”
Shoko laughed, and her tiny little smile caused you to crack one of your own, grateful that you could still experience a fraction of joy. There was still hope, somewhere, even if you buried it deep. Without it, you would’ve given yourself up to Geto months ago, or died trying to escape. There was no point in fighting with nothing to live for. 
“I’ve been under the impression that that’s all you do up here,” Shoko remarked, taking another long drag of her cigarette. “Sitting so seriously in your dark, cold room, all alone. Perhaps thinking of the things that might have been.”
Although she was teasing you, you feel a stab within your chest at the remark. You’d been shy as a girl, and you’d grown into a quiet adult — something that someone as obnoxious as Satoru had always teased you about. But you’d learned to accept his remarks, as annoying as they were, because for all Gojo Satoru talked, he was, really, quite horrible at communicating. 
It just seemed like a punch to the gut, that Shoko sounded like him now. That her mouth twisted up in the same way Satoru’s did, even though it was unsurprising that she’d picked up on some of his quirks over the years.
You just didn’t like seeing a reminder of him everywhere you went. As much as you missed him, you hated him for leaving you in a world where the unthinkable came to light. Even the strongest flame had been put out, and there was no safety in that sort of place. 
Silence remained Shoko’s answer, and she sighed, accepting it as her eyes dimmed. Looking past you, the last of the day’s rays burned through the glass panels, coating the room in a purple haze. “Utahime wants to have a meeting,” Shoko said, resigned. “Be downstairs in ten.”
The curt response was the end of your conversation. Once you nodded, your old friend left, letting the door slam behind her.
Meeting was hardly a name that could qualify for your meager gathering of sorcerers, especially since almost everyone had been stuck together for months, with no other options. Yet, Utahime continued to put on a brave face, calling it a formal congregation, as if to instill the hope that you all could become enough to incite a rebellion. As if, maybe, you could train and strengthen yourselves, overthrowing two of the most powerful curse-users in the world.
It was laughable, really, and you saw why Shoko and everyone else thought that. Why they rolled their eyes at the flimsy sheets of paper that Utahime passed out every day, because, maybe, there wasn’t a point to any of it. 
You, though, were happy to indulge Utahime. It gave you just a few moments to pretend like things hadn’t changed. You could listen to her lecture to your measly group of sorcerers, and pretend that she was still a teacher in Kyoto. You could pretend that Satoru was still by your side, that you were still fighting nothing worse than grade one curses, and that everything was normal.
It painted a pretty peaceful image, even if it wasn’t real. 
Throwing the blankets off your body, you finally left the room, your breathing seeming far too loud for the empty halls. Papery hotel walls loomed over you as you trekked down carpeted stairs, sliding your hands along the banister. The elevators were never used, and lights were only on when necessary. It was a risk to use up any resources, when none of you were certain how much longer they’d last.
Really, it was a mystery that you’d made it this far. For all of his theatrics and grandiose plans, Geto Suguru was not an idiot. If he was allowing you all to live, for anyone who opposed him to live, then there must have been a reason. Society was likely blooming within the four walls of Geto’s cult following, and those who stood with him received all the finest things in life. 
And it may have been a ridiculous notion, but it seemed more realistic than the alternative. Whoever Geto was now, he was still a man who cared deeply for his new family. You couldn’t imagine him forcing them into a life where they had to fend for scraps off the streets.
When you got downstairs, to the lobby of the hotel that you were all inhabiting for the week, the room was already lit with candles, flames so high that you could tell they’d been burning for a while. With the sun already setting on the other side of the building, very little light filtered through the vast windows. 
Despite the cold outside, the building remained relatively warm, a heating system kicking on regardless of your precautions. However, you were grateful not to have to face the winter in a small town without some source of warmth. Even if it died out on you by the end of the night. 
Nearly everyone had gathered when you arrived downstairs… But at this point in your battle, the numbers were never very staggering. Many of the sorcerers never bothered to show up, despite knowing the severity of the position that you were all in. 
Not that you could blame them, though. Oftentimes, in these meetings, you just repeated the same information; it was rare that you stumbled upon anything noteworthy toward your survival.
The would-be third years sat huddled in a circle, and Utahime and Shoko talked amongst themselves in hushed whispers. At the far side of the vast table, one you’d created from various smaller ones, Takuma Ino sat, beanie covering his forehead, eyes closed as he leaned back in the chair. 
Something relaxed inside of you, at the sight of him sitting there so calmly. Since Stour had died, Ino had become something of a comfort to you. His steadfast optimism and energy were hard to match in such dire times, bringing a new life to people who might as well have been dead—including yourself. Despite the few years difference in age and the differences in your experiences as sorcerers, he’d become one of your closest friends. 
You approached him, quietly; though he heard your subtle footsteps nonetheless. A dark eye popped open, and he smiled, lips pulling back, eyes crinkling at the corners. Ino was still so young, but there was more evidence of happiness on his features than many of you; wrinkles were already obvious around his eyes and mouth. It was admirable how deeply he could hold onto joy, and you found yourself latching onto that, longing for it, even. 
“You left your cave!” Ino remarked, pulling his beanie off, dusty brown strands falling onto his cheekbones. “This must be really important if Shoko pulled you out of there.” 
As you took the seat next to him, you made an effort to poke him in the shin with your shoe. A kick, almost, with how hard the pressure landed. “I always come to these meetings,” you said, rolling your eyes. “If I remember correctly, it was your seat that was empty during the last one.” 
Ino’s lips tugged upwards again, not quite a smirk but close enough. He sat up a little straighter, less relaxed than before, when the rest of the sorcerers began filing into the room. “Well, it’s never me that those bastards looking for.” Ino shrugged, wiping a hand over his face, hiding his weariness of the entire situation. “They don’t need everyone. Some of us, they just want to capture to eliminate.” 
An objection rested on your lips, but you knew that it was fruitless. Sorcerers that didn’t have a technique inherently useful to Geto’s agenda would be imprisoned — or killed. The rest of you… Well, you’re certain you’d be used for something far worse. Dying seemed, almost, like the better outcome. 
“Well, it’s a good thing that none of us have been captured, then,” you settled on instead. 
Ino looked away, his dark lashes fanning over the hollowed shadows beneath his eyes. “It’s only a matter of time, though. Isn’t it? We can’t run forever.” 
You didn’t bother to respond. Ino was right. Of course, he was right. You’d all fought like hell to keep everyone alive, and though a few had willingly left, sworn their allegiance with a betrayal of information, no one had been captured. The defects never really mattered, though. There were very few secrets kept amongst you. What secrets could be kept, when your goal of escape was more than obvious?
Finally, Utahime drew all your focus with a dramatic clearing of her throat. She stood tall, proud before you, like you were all first-years, oblivious to your own talents, and far too naive for the world of Jujutsu. 
It seemed a realistic comparison, though, as all of you still trained like students, trying to learn something from others that you hadn’t known before. A disappointing concept, considering many of you were beyond growth in your technique, and your abilities would remain stagnant. But the grades of sorcery meant nothing anymore — hardly anyone referred to themselves as such, these days. 
“As you all know, for months, we’ve been trying to anticipate Geto and Nanami’s next move,” Utahime began, as always, with the obvious. There was a brief pause, and whether it was for dramatics or for Utahime to gather her thoughts, you weren’t certain. “Our infiltration attempts have all failed — The bounties tell us little, except that the clan’s children are wanted more than everyone.” 
You glanced over at Megumi, whose eyebrow only twitched in irritation. He would be eighteen soon, but he would remain your responsibility. A life you’d always protect, dying before the clan could ever attempt to take him away, sell him for whatever he was worth. You’d promised Satoru that much, hadn’t you? 
“Although,” Utahime started again, with renewed vigor in her voice, “we think we’ve gained some new insight into their operations. Or, at least, what their next ambition is.” A frown took over her face, then, slowly, curled to every corner of her expression. Wrinkles formed between her brows, and she licked her lips, pointedly avoiding the far end of the table where you sat. “But there is nothing proven in the information. It is a gamble — one we’re not sure we’re willing to take.” 
“What options do we have left?” Todo said, mouth drawn into a tight line. “Risks are all we have now. Every other plan has led to nothing, and Geto is a complete basket case. You act as if any of his goals are rational — as if we can predict them.” 
Utahime opened her mouth, but faltered, looking at Shoko, who had already begun to take over. She was onto her second cigarette since you’d last seen her, the habit only erupting after Gojo had been killed. Clouds of smoke rose above her as she exhaled smoothly. 
“No, Geto is not rational,” Shoko agreed. “But Nanami is. There’s a reason that those without cursed energy still reside in Japan. That Geto has not wiped them out entirely.”
“To supply him with curses,” Todo argued, fists on the table. It did little to faze Shoko, who was already so numb. “And money.”
“No,” Shoko paused, gathering her thoughts. “That may be part of the reason, but it isn’t the entire truth, I believe.” 
Although she took a few more breaths, no one interrupted, letting her expel whatever was residing in her mind. When it came to Geto, evwryone entrusted her entirely. There was no one else alive who knew him as well as she did. Even if Gojo had been the only one to ever know him completely. 
“How many sorcerers do you think are left in Japan?” she asked, staring Todo down with a flat gaze, shadowy eyes only growing darker by the day. “An estimate.” 
He shrugged, glancing around the table, and counting heads. Thinking of the clans. Of those who had joined Geto before that evening in Shinjuku, and those who joined him in the two years since. “I don’t know. Perhaps two hundred?”
“I’d argue less,” Shoko hummed, taking one more drag of her cigarette before she dropped it on the floor of the hotel, stomping it out. “But let’s stick with your guess. Two hundred is hardly a feasible number to sustain a society, without setting all of us back centuries. Geto’s goal of murdering anyone without cursed energy… Well, it’s not feasible, really. Not unless he wants the human race, including sorcerers, to cease to exist.” She smiled, though it was sad, exhausted. Things had never stopped being hard for her. Not since the day she’d met the two special grade sorcerers that had once been her best friends. “That’s why they’ve stopped. That’s why the rest of the world moves along, why there are still curses haunting Tokyo, even when Geto hates them. If his plan fails here, then how will it succeed in the rest of the world?” 
Utahime took her seat beside Shoko, bowing her head. Silence arose across the table, as the words sank in. How often you’d thought the same thing, how rational it seemed that that was the case. Yet, none of you had ever been brave enough to say the words out loud. 
Perhaps it didn’t matter, really, when all of you were helpless to stop them.
 “So this is a test run?” Megumi interjected, not allowing Todo to supply any more questions out of his fearful rage. “If Geto can build his utopia here, then he will continue everywhere else?” 
Shoko nodded. “Well. That’s what I think anyway. No one needs to believe me.” 
But her statements were never up for debate. They settled around the table like the word of God, bestowed upon unwilling servants. Giving to the last of you; people who needed to continue on a path that seemed to lead to nowhere. 
“What are we supposed to do, then?” Maki threw her hands up, standing as the chair screeched across the floor. “We’ve run and we’ve hid, and we’ve planned for a year. We’re cowards, aren’t we? Just trying to get by while a lunatic takes over the entire world.” 
Shoko flinched at the word, at the brashness of the teenager’s tone. But she sat tall, face neutral, never letting anyone see how deeply she was truly hurting. “I don’t know. I don’t have all the answers.” 
“Well let’s do something. I’ve lost so many people. We’ve all lost so many people. I’m starting to think that maybe their deaths were in vain.” 
Megumi’s eyes snapped over to her, muttering something darkly under his breath. In a failed attempt, Nobara tugged on her wrist, guiding her back down to her seat. But she flicked him off, sitting on her own, breathing heavily. You’d always liked Maki Zen’in. It was a pity you’d never get the chance to teach her as a third year — you would’ve promoted her to grade one sorcerer, given the chance.
“I agree, Maki,” Utahime spoke up again, softly, coaxing her anger back down. “We think that we might have a plan, though, as I have said, it is a gamble. And…” she blinked, glancing over at you before avoiding your gaze. “I’m not sure that everyone would be willing.” 
The statement started a chorus around the table, of those who would do anything to help, those who were tired of living as you had been living — if you could even call it a life. The students, more courageous than you’d ever been, were the first to offer up their lives. But it was not them that Utahime needed, and deep in your gut, you knew that to be true before she even said it. 
“Utahime,” you said across the wave of speakers, trying your best to make your voice louder than everyone else’s. “It’s me you need, isn’t it?” 
As quickly as the words had left your mouth, everyone was silent, blinking at you. And for a moment, you hesitated. How embarrassing it would be, to believe yourself so important to Geto that you must be the willing victim. 
But you weren’t a fool, and Utahime knew that. Geto knew that, and Nanami Kento certainly knew that. Your bounty had raised just as heavily, and the numbers were staggering. The price on your head was almost as high as Maki and Megumi, despite having very few sorcerers in your long line of descendants. 
It was just — your technique was rare. So rare, in fact, that other curse users had come for you before, when you were but a child. It was something that Geto could easily use to achieve his end goal, if he were able to use your technique to his advantage. 
Thinking of it now, it was logical and seemed almost ridiculous that you hadn’t thought of it sooner. He’d surely attempt to convert you, perhaps promise you a life of grandeur, whatever security he could provide you. 
Yet, the realization hadn’t made you any more prepared for when Utahime’s face fell. Everyone around the table seemed to have come to the same conclusion.
She sighed, looking over to Shoko before nodding. “I’m sorry.” 
Momentarily, your heart stopped. 
Ino flew out of his seat beside you, arguments spewing from his lips in an uncertain stutter. “What? What does that mean? You’re just going to ship her off to Nanami and Geto? Because I’m not going to stand by and watch you hand anyone over to the people that ruined our lives,” he shouted. The heat had risen in his body far too quickly, painting him the image of someone who could only be your lover. 
Your cheeks grew warm, your body hot all over from Ino’s words, from all the eyes that were on you, the dread of what was to come. You’d do it — of course, you’d do it, whatever they needed. Whatever it took to save Megumi and Maki, and the rest of the children. Whatever it took to save the world. If you were to be a sacrifice, well, so be it. There wasn’t much of a choice. 
“Calm down, lover boy,” Shoko laughed, and though Ino’s cheeks grew red, his anger didn’t subside, features pinching up tight. “We’re not going to do anything she doesn’t want to do. There could be another way, we can get someone else but…” Shoko looked at you, studying you for any fear. “You are the best option, aren’t you?” 
“What the hell does that mean?” Megumi asked, eyebrows narrowing. “I’m with Takuma. You expect us just to watch her walk straight into the lions’ den?” 
“It’s okay, Megumi,” you said, schooling your face into a neutral expression. All these months, you’d been promising yourself that you would do whatever was necessary. You’d become a loud voice against the tyrants that controlled what was left of the Jujutsu society, and you couldn’t go back on your word now, could you? “What did you have in mind, Utahime?”
She blinked, dark lashes fluttering over her cheeks, brown eyes wide. Almost like she’d expected you to say no — like she’d hoped for it. But, even though you knew in your heart and soul that you were a coward, you refused to let yourself act like one.
Megumi said your name again, an argument, as Maki became flustered beside him. How noble the two of them were. They were just kids, and already, they reminded you so much of Satoru. The good qualities, of course. Always standing up for what was right, fighting against the system that threatened to topple them. 
Geto had been like that once. Nanami had too.
Sadly, you smiled to yourself as Shoko cleared her throat, cooling the argument that had sprung up among you. Besides the students and Ino, no one had much to say. All of you were too tired, it seemed, to want to fight. To breathe life back into yourselves and your convictions, which seemed to barely be there at all.
“What we know for sure is that Geto has employed Mei Mei as a bounty hunter,” Utahime said, lips drawn thin. Her defection had never really come as a shock. Mei Mei could easily round up sorcerers with her technique, and Geto would supply her with millions; she’d never once put anyone first but herself. “We’ve managed to stay ahead of her, but…” 
Her voice trailed off, dark eyes drifting between Megumi and Maki, innocent children who had been dragged into it, simply because of their lineage. They’d fought bravely the past few years, had trained mercilessly, but they shouldn’t have been weapons in a war of this scale. 
Oh, Satoru, you thought, what a mess you’ve left us with.
“We won’t let any of the children get involved,” Shoko said, brushing her short hair out of her face. “They’ll be safe — away, with the rest of us. There might be casualties. We don’t know who else Geto has employed, or if Mei Mei will be on her own… I’m sorry, but we don’t know much.” 
“It’s okay,” you said again, but the wave of arguments had erupted once more.  
Shoko dropped her head, shaking it, as her chin fell against her chest. Under the table, Ino grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently. 
“You can’t expect us just to do nothing,” Maki argued, fists clenched by her side. “Last time you set us all on the bench, three students died. This is a ridiculous plan. Why don’t we just kill the bitch, and we’ll be down one less curse-user that wants us all dead!” 
“It’s not that simple.” Utahime, for the first time in a while, shouted at the former student. Her cheeks were flushed, bright and pink, her nose flared with the force of her breathing. 
For a moment, Maki seemed taken aback, but erased the emotion from her face, twisting it up before she sat back down. Utahime regained her composure quickly after.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Maki, but we need to be willing to do whatever it takes. We’ve spent a year playing it safe, and it’s gotten us nowhere. This time, we need to take a risk.” 
“If that’s truly the case, then I’ll help,” Ino offered beside you, threading his fingers through your own, palms clammy against yours. You let him run his thumb along the back of your hand, calloused and warm, even as you wanted to twist away. How often you’d gone to him for comfort, crawled into his arms… and yet, the subtle signs of affection made you want to writhe away and put distance between you. Sometimes, the dissonance of your emotions made you want to never speak to him again. 
It was a hard pill to swallow. Once, you’d been full of love, accepted it easily. But it was harder to give these days, and harder to take. Just a sign of how much you’d changed since Satoru had died. 
“If you need sorcerers, I’ll help, Utahime. I don’t mind giving my life so that the rest of you can live.” 
“Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
You sighed, looking around the table at all of the faces of people that had once been your friends, your colleagues, your students. Now, you were just a group of survivors, people who wanted to escape the miserable future you’d been given. How you loved them, even now, and it stung, to know this might be the last time you’d ever see them.
“Alright. Tell me what I need to do.” you said, putting on a brave face, swallowing away your fear. The little girl you’d once been, so terrified of curses and Jujutsu, threatened to slip back into your body. You pushed her away, refusing to let her in.
Shoko pulled another cigarette out of the box. “I think we should speak alone.”
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PATTING THEIR HEADS | &TEAM
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k
he gets a little stunned. usually he’s the one that does the patting. it feels a little weird to be receiving it from you. he lets you do it though. but he’d stood still, so you’re on tippy toes or standing on things.
fuma
he saw it coming. “y’know I won’t bite right? why are you looking at me like that. go ahead, pat me if you want.” so you did when he lowered his head. he’d close his eyes and enjoy it, he looks peaceful :)
nicholas
is surprised by how much he likes it. when you’re done patting his head, he’s internally screaming, “do it more!!!” he never lets it out unfortunately ㅠ.ㅠ
ej
has become a regular occurrence. you absolutely love the fluffy hair. you want to ruffle it, detangle it, squish it. so you do it all. ej just patiently lets you do whatever you want tbh.
yuma
he was talking a lot. and he has a self-proclaimed healthiest hair ever. of course, you wanted to feel it. and you did. it silenced him immediately. his hair was so thick, you were almost jealous. while yuma just hopes you can’t hear his rapid heartbeat because he feels all fuzzy inside.
jo
he’s so confused when you asked him to lower himself close to you. “lower.” “here?” “little lower.” “like this?” “just a bit more.” and when he finally did, you didn’t hesitate to do it. he can’t help but gape at you the entire time haha.
harua
it was an impulsive moment. he was being cute as usual, so your hand just shoots up and gently pat his head. what you didn’t anticipate was, him immediately mirroring what you’re doing and started patting your head too. so it’s just the two of you giving pats to each other ❤︎
taki
he was especially energetic more than usual and won’t calm down. you’d lazily give him a pat but then he stayed still. so you give him longer pats every now and then when he couldn’t stay still. taki’s used to being baby-ed, so this was nothing new, but he loves receiving it from you the most.
maki
ohh this boy is obsessed! he’d directly request it to you. it’s almost like grooming a massive dog. sometimes you’d comb through his hair with your fingers, other times you’d do it with a hairbrush. he loves it, and you love the smile he flashes whenever you do it, so it’s safe to say the obsession is mutual.
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this is my first time writing for &team. hopefully it’s not too bad <3
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