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philosophiums · 2 days

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hooooo boy i haven't posted a fic here in a long time but @hinamie's itafushi art fully possessed me so please take this offering as my first ever jjk fic

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Night has set in like a bruise – a dark sky framed and mottled by light pollution, a memory of violence hidden behind a veneer of something almost pretty. There’s evidence of life in the distant city, but nothing close by. Megumi can hear a soft thrum of traffic and the occasional shout or laugh, but the immediate vicinity hosts only crickets and the restlessness of his companion.

Itadori is pacing at the bottom of the staircase Megumi is sitting on, and Megumi watches him closely out of the corner of his eye. It’s nothing new for Itadori to hype himself up before a fight, so Megumi isn’t worried, exactly, but there’s something abnormal in the fierceness of his movements, the rolling of his shoulders, the way his head tilts like he’s trying and failing to have a conversation in his head.

He doesn’t want to mention it. Conversations with Itadori are often marred by the reality of what the finish line looks like – they can’t both make it out alive. They both know it. Itadori likes to pretend he hasn’t grasped the reality of the situation, but Megumi understands the depth of the haunting he carries around when he thinks no one is looking. Which means that when Megumi asks after him, inquires into his wellbeing, Itadori brushes it off with a smile and a laugh. And his smile is as brilliant as the sun, so of course Megumi has to look away to protect himself.

Somewhere in the nearby bushes, several of his rabbit shikigami are maintaining a perimeter around the area, allowing him to relax while still doing everything he can to stay on high alert. Shibuya shouldn’t have turned into such a mess, and maybe it wouldn’t have if more people had been suspicious to the point of paranoia. It’s too late to fix that, too late to take away Itadori’s scars, too late to take back the suicide pact he himself signed, but he can at least look ahead to whatever future awaits them. He can do his best to keep them safe.

“Fushiguro.”

Oh no. Nothing good ever comes from Itadori’s serious voice.

Please.

If I die, you’ll kill me, right?

He blinks and finds himself looking at a stationary Itadori, hands in his pockets and eyes on the building behind Megumi. “What is it?”

“Are there really curses in there? I thought they couldn’t step foot in a church.” Itadori looks genuine when he asks, and it wouldn’t be the first foolish question out of his mouth, but the tone he used to call Megumi’s name just… doesn’t match with the question. Seriousness followed by off-handed curiosity isn’t exactly Itadori’s style. This isn’t what he had wanted to say, but something made him pivot into an unplanned conversation.

Maybe Megumi has been paying too close attention to him. Maybe Megumi should know better. It’s all doomed anyway – a heat death guaranteed to happen. There’s no point in devoting so much time trying to learn someone’s intricacies when they’re inevitably going to leave, by force or otherwise. He should save himself the heartache. He should have learned his lesson the first time Itadori died.

His arms shake with the phantom weight of Itadori’s body in his arms, limp and lifeless and bloody with that stupid soft smile still on his face even in death with a hole in his chest. His parting words still circle in Megumi’s head sometimes.

Part of him wishes that Itadori had cursed him in the end. Maybe it would have been easier.

“You’re thinking of vampires,” Megumi says. “Or demons. Curses can go anywhere.”

Itadori makes a sound like he’s not really sure he believes Megumi, which is insane because Megumi is not the one who watches movies with vampires and demons in them. At least, he hadn’t before Itadori walked into his life and demanded movie nights at the school and midnight viewings at the theater.

“A church, though?” Itadori continues, insisting. “Aren’t these supposed to be, like, full of positive energy?” He tilts his head up and to the side, and the closest streetlight reflects across his face, highlighting his jaw, catching in his eyes until they glow damn near gold.

Megumi has to look away. His chest hurts if he stares too long at everything he can’t have.

“Just because something is comforting doesn’t mean it can’t be a curse.” As soon as the words leave Megumi’s mouth, he knows he shouldn’t have said them. Even in his peripheral, almost entirely out of his view, he can see Itadori look at him with his expression opening into surprise or something worse.

Fuck. He really can’t allow himself to be so obvious, especially when they’re hours away from stepping through the barrier around the first Tokyo colony and into the Culling Game. They’re about to put their lives on the line again. Now isn’t the time to lose his composure.

Before he can catch himself, his hand is in his pocket, digging out the pack he keeps for what he considers emergencies. There’s a cigarette between his fingers in a matter of seconds, and his lighter is in his other hand a moment later.

Itadori swipes it before he can light up, and Megumi is left with wide eyes and a cigarette dangling limply between his lips as he looks up at the boy suddenly standing over him. He forgets, sometimes, just how fast Itadori is.

“Since when do you smoke?” Itadori asks, all childish curiosity, not an ounce of judgement in his tone. And yet, the stolen lighter feels like judgement – a withholding of something, well… harmful, sure, but it’s not like Megumi isn’t aware that every inhale of nicotine is an inch closer to his death. What does losing a minute or an hour or a day matter when he’s probably not going to reach the age of thirty, anyway?

“Since middle school,” Megumi replies, reaching out to attempt to quickly reclaim his lighter, but all Itadori has to do is lean his torso to the side and it’s out of reach. “Can I have that back, please?”

“Why?” Itadori hasn’t had such a soft look on his face since they dragged themselves kicking and screaming out of the warzone Shibuya turned into.

“Because there’s a cigarette in my mouth and it would be a waste not to smoke it.”

Itadori makes a face, a petulant little pout just this side of sticking his tongue out. It’s cute, and Megumi has to close his eyes for a moment. “I meant why did you start smoking in middle school?”

The sigh that leaves Megumi’s lungs is heavier than he wants it to be. He’s not… good with emotions, and he’s even worse at expressing them. It wasn’t a problem when he was all alone, with the second-years distant due to their classes, and Gojo either a nuisance better avoided or thousands of kilometers away taking care of a curse too powerful for anyone else to handle. But then Itadori, fresh off the loss of his grandfather, sacrificed himself for not only his friends but for Megumi as well. And he has refused to leave, no matter how hard Megumi tried at first to put up his barriers and protect himself.

Because the truth is that Megumi was helpless from the moment Itadori jumped through a window and crash landed on a curse. He is the very definition of someone with an unshakeable character. The fact that they’re here, now, on the backside of a slaughter, newly scarred and traumatized, and Itadori can still smile at him in a way that softens his eyes proves beyond any doubt that he is who he is and that won’t change. And it guts Megumi from the inside out because everyone who has ever touched his life has become poisoned by him.

He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and holds it between his knuckles. “I don’t know. I wanted…” This time when he sighs, it’s softer, and he moves his gaze away out of embarrassment more than anything else. Itadori and Kugisaki already made fun of him for how he acted in middle school, and he doesn’t want to go through it again. “I wanted people to be afraid of me – teachers, students, upperclassmen, underclassmen, it didn’t matter. I wanted to look and be as aggressive as possible so they didn’t mess with me or Tsumiki.”

Itadori snorts, and less than a second later he’s laughing with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. For the moment, he’s unguarded, and Megumi uses the opportunity to stare. In the low amber light, he looks impossibly young, soft around the edges where his scars and personal losses have hardened him. The pink of his hair dims into the gentlest of dawns, and the happy tears that pearl in the corners of his eyes are more stunning than the thin veil of starlight overhead. In a world overflowing with curses, Megumi has never believed in angels, and yet it’s the only word he can conjure that comes even close to describing the boy in front of him.

Megumi knows he’s in love; how could he not be?

“That’s just like you,” Itadori says, breathless, and Megumi suddenly feels like he’s falling even though Itadori is the one suddenly dropping to sit on the stairs beside him.

Itadori is a morning person, even though he’s slow to wake up. He won’t drink coffee unless it’s iced. He never tucks in his shirt tags. When he’s upset, he throws himself into social situations to hide behind other people’s laughter. He carries snacks in his pockets and will offer them to everyone. These are all details that Megumi has collected about Itadori, stashing them away like a crow with shiny objects, hoarding them as the treasures that they are and that he can never truly have.

He had never once considered that Itadori has been observing him just as studiously in return.

Their knees bump, and Megumi knows he should pull away, but he can’t bring himself to. The night isn’t cold, but Itadori’s warmth is a comfort, anyway. Megumi hasn’t had many comforts in his life.

“Give me my lighter back,” he says instead of acknowledging anything else. His chest hurts. His heart is too loud in his ears. Itadori is right there, lips twisted by his scar, eyes flashing with the humor that’s still rolling through him, shaking his shoulders as he looks back at Megumi.

Instead of answering or acquiescing, Itadori leans forward until their shoulders press together, blocking out the ghost of a breeze flowing in from behind them, and rolls his thumb over the spark wheel until a flame catches. His hand and Megumi’s both come up at the same time to cup around the other side, protecting the small flame from the elements, and it’s tender and intimate when Megumi’s fingers brush against the curve of Itadori’s palm.

He pretends not to notice as he puts the cigarette back between his lips and ducks his head. The first drag to catch the paper and tobacco on fire takes a while, and he is so incredibly aware of how close Itadori is, of the protective shell they’ve made with their bodies as they keep this flame going between them. He can’t think about it, can’t acknowledge it, can’t –

As soon as he sees embers, he sits up and leans away, creating a small pocket of space for him to exhale into. But the flame stays lit, Itadori’s thumb still pressed into the fork to keep the gas flowing out.

Megumi smacks his arm without looking at him directly. “You’re wasting the butane.”

Without protest this time, Itadori listens, and the flame dies with a soft click as the fork snaps back into place.

The stillness of the night around them settles again, crickets becoming the dominating sound over the gentle rattling of leaves and the far distant honking of a car horn. The tobacco sizzles as the fire slowly eats through it every time Megumi takes a drag.

Itadori’s unwavering gaze on him feels like a physical weight. There’s a tender smile there, Megumi just knows it, but god damn it he won’t look. This can’t be a this. There’s nothing here but a road that dead ends on a bottomless cliff. No one has forever, despite claiming that they will, but he and Itadori don’t even have years. They could die tomorrow, the moment they step through that barrier. Fuck, the curses in the church behind them could come out and catch them off guard right now, and no one would know where to look for their bodies.

So it doesn’t matter that Itadori sometimes looks at Megumi like he hung the moon. It doesn’t matter that Megumi understands the plight of Icarus when he sees Itadori smile. He is not going to create a situation that is doomed to end early. He is not going to push his feelings into the world just for the universe to stomp them into the dirt. He is not going to let himself muddy the lines on a friendship that is already too good to be true.

He takes a drag in that’s harsher and longer than the last, fast enough that his lips burn from the fire racing too fast through the cigarette towards the filter. He lets it hurt, tells himself he deserves it, and exhales the smoke slowly with his eyes closed.

For a moment, he just sits there, his arm draped across his knee, which is still pressed into Itadori’s knee, and tries to pretend that everything is fine. It’s normal. It’s just a crush. It’ll go away. He would rather die with longing in his heart than risk living long enough to experience a loss that will crush him.

When he brings his hand back up to take another drag, fingers on his wrist stop him in his tracks.

“Fushiguro.”

“Itadori?” He turns his head and opens his eyes in the same movement, wondering if there’s a problem, if all the actions he took to be obsessively vigilant were for naught, if somehow something got the drop on them. “What –”

The press of Itadori’s lips against his own shuts him up fast and leaves his mind spinning and his lungs devoid of air.

What?

Why…?

Itadori makes a noise at the back of his throat – soft, questioning, encouraging – and Megumi forgets every reason he has ever had on why this is a bad idea.

He kisses back.

It’s not a desperate kiss. There isn’t a sudden light switch that flips on and turns them into feral horny teenagers crawling all over each other, desperate to touch in as many places as possible as fast as they can. Three points of contact is all they started with and all they still have. Their knees, digging into each other in a way that almost hurts, but the warmth is so strong that it doesn’t matter. Itadori’s fingertips oh, so gently resting against Megumi’s wrist, not even touching skin. And the tentative slide of their lips as Megumi tilts his head and Itadori seems to crack a smile.

Itadori’s lips are chapped, and Megumi can feel the texture of scar tissue as they blindly search for an angle that feels better than the others. It probably wasn’t meant to be a long kiss when Itadori first leaned in, but Megumi can’t bring himself to pull away even though there’s absolutely nothing physically holding him here. The instinct to jerk back with his hackles up is there, just under his skin, but every exhale of Itadori’s sounds like a blissed-out sigh as it shivers across Megumi’s cheeks, and he finds himself more and more willing to just have this.

Itadori is the one to break the kiss, but he doesn’t go far, resting his forehead against Megumi’s and just breathing into his space. Megumi feels like he just ran five kilometers; it’s impossible to suck enough oxygen into his lungs to stop feeling lightheaded. His cigarette is still between his fingers, slowly burning itself down to the filter, but Megumi has completely forgotten about it.

“What was that for?” Megumi whispers, eyes flicking back and forth looking for clues in the depths of Itadori’s eyes. It’s an accusation, yes. They could have kept pretending. The pain at the end of this is going to be unimaginable. But it’s also a desperate plea.

Don’t pretend it didn’t happen. Don’t apologize. Don’t say you didn’t mean to.

“I don’t know,” Itadori admits, and that crooked smile is back, perching on his mouth in a way that tempts Megumi to kiss it away. “Good luck? Felt like the right time.”

Megumi drops the cigarette by his foot and moves his hand to Itadori’s face, cupping his cheek and the curve of his jaw. He can feel himself shaking with adrenaline and the fear of an unknown dark path laid out in front of them. “You’re an idiot,” he says, but even he can hear the fondness in his voice.

“Mhm, yeah, you’ve said that before.” Itadori’s hand covers Megumi’s, and the shaking subsides. “But you kissed me back, so what does that make you? Reckless?”

“Insane,” Megumi offers, just to hear Itadori laugh. He isn’t expecting the second kiss that follows, but he’s glad for it, anyway.

It’s funny, he thinks, even as he pushes a little closer and sighs into the shape of Itadori’s mouth, that regardless of the church behind him, regardless of the temples he has walked through time and again, regardless of the habits he hasn’t broken of prayers during the new year in exchange for fortune slips that hold no merit to him – despite religion flowing in and around his life, there is no higher power in the universe he believes in as much as he believes in Itadori.

If anyone can defy fate, if anyone can push through to the other side of certain tragedy, it will be Itadori.

Start by saving me, he had said, and this isn’t exactly what Megumi had meant. But his chest is warmer than if he had tipped back some sake, and he certainly feels like he could face down a special grade curse and win right now.

They’re not going to have forever. They may not even have twenty-four hours.

But they have tonight. They have right now.

“You better not die tomorrow,” Megumi warns, just barely breaking away enough to speak.

Dying alone is all but a guarantee for jujutsu sorcerers. One day, one of them is going to leave the other behind, and it’s going to rip the survivor to pieces and scar like a phantom limb. Even without a confession, their feelings have splattered like a hemorrhaging wound onto the staircase between them. No amount of backtracking, of lying, of pushing each other away could mop it up now – they’ve left a stain, and their hands are doomed to always have each other’s blood caked under their fingernails.

“Would be a shitty good luck kiss if I did,” Itadori says before leaning back with a smile as broad as the sky.

Megumi pushes him away with the hand on his cheek, and Itadori’s laugh overtakes the crickets and the wind and the far-off traffic as he pulls himself back into Megumi’s orbit with their fingers tangled together.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itafushi #jjk fic #itafushi fic #this is going up on AO3 as well probably as soon as i think of a title for it #3.2k of pining and longing and denial and - finally - acceptance #I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING ANYMORE AAAAAAA #just take it i cannot keep staring at it #my fic

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mangotango74852 · 3 months

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Itafushi x Reader!

(i got bored and i’m at my cousins and i was reading a jjk fan fic then i got this idea!)

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you were coming back to jujustu high after a long mission.You had bruises,scars, and you had a very big cut on your back.Once you got back you went to shoko who was with gojo by a pond.”Oh my lord! Y/n what happened?!”Shoko said while looking at you then she looked at your back and gasp.”Oh Y/n we have to go get you cleaned up.Gojo wait here i’ll be back.”Shoko said while taking you to the to a room and setting you in there so she can go get her stuff.

(With yuji and megumi)

“Meggggguummiiii do you know when Y/n will be home?”Yuji said while pouting a little.”She said she will be back in a little bit yuji i know you’re sad that she’s not here yet but be patient.”Megumi said has he walked over to yuji and kissed him.”Ok,but can we cuddle in the meantimeeee?”Yuji said while hugging megumi.”Yeah sure c’mon.”megumi said.

(Back to you and shoko)

“Ok you are fine now you can go back to the dorms,ok?”Shoko said as she finished up cleaning up her things.”Ok thank you shoko have a nice day!”you said as you walked back to the dorms then you got a text from megumi.

Gumi!!

hey babe when are you coming back to the dorms yuji feel asleep on me and i can’t get up cause i’m scared he will wake up.

You!

hey gumi i’ll be home in like 5 minutes i’m stopping by the store you want anything?

Gumi!!

yes please can you get me some pokis and yuji probably wants something so can you get him some chips and a drink please and thank you.

You!

Yes love and you’re welcome i’ll be there soon.

Gumi!!

ok love you♥️

You!

Iove you too gumi.♥️

Once you got to the dorms you headed straight to your room because they would obviously be in there sense you weren’t there.You smiled at the sight of megumi and yuji asleep and cuddling.You got dressed you got a big hoodie and some shorts.Once you got done you put the drinks in your mini fridge.”Hey baby!”Yuji said as he was doing those grabby hands to you.”Ok ok yuji i’m coming”You giggled as you got into bed as yuji cuddled into you stomach.”I love you yuji”you said as you felt him smile in your stomach then you all feel asleep.

A/N:omg bro i know this is short but i think i did good what do you guys think.I will also do headcanons for the both of them!

#megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen #fluff #yuji itadori #jjk #x reader #megumi fushiguro #yuji x reader #itafushi fluff #itafushi x reader

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kairoseas · 5 months

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anyway, itafushi hurt/comfort . Fushiguro waking up from a fitful dozing episode to see Itadori sitting straight up, hunching over, his fingers clutched to his chest, right over his heart in an effort to calm it. hot and (what feels like) large beading tears clinging to his lashes as he takes rapid, shallow breaths. a forced out cry of "I can't breathe...!" as fushiguro acts as quickly as his sleep-addled limbs allow. Sitting up taller than Yuuji to encircle him in his own protective embrace, placing his cheek against the tufts of pink hair atop yuji's head, soft, matted with sweat and dirt from their previous day. (God knows they don't get enough opportunities to wash that kind of grime and blood off now.) "Hey, hey ..." when Megumi decides that this effort is the wrong one to be putting energy into, he removes himself, sitting in front of Yuuji on the bed to reach forward and gather the boy's teary, flushed cheeks in his pale hands. "itadori? Ita... Yuuji... can you hear me?" "M ... Mhm ... " Yuuji's head nods, head fuzzy, with enough pressure to explode as he cries, heaving with shaking frame a testament to his panic. with the affirmation, Megumi quirks a slight upturn of his own lips, a small victory they'll certainly find the time to celebrate later. "...can you breathe with me?" Megumi can tell even right now that it's a panic attack, a by-no-means benevolent interruption to Yuuji's sleep, probably encountered by his wandering thoughts surrounding the past few weeks. Yuji looks at him incredulously, like it's a foolish request, he can't breathe at all! Megumi's smart though, he reaches down to rest his hand over Itadori's racing heartbeat, soothing it with applied pressure, trying to help Itadori become more stable. Yuuji's looking at him though, expectant expression evident; his attention, rapt. Satisfied with Yuuji's listening now, Megumi draws in one loud breath, and holds it in his lungs, and though Yuuji takes some time, he follows suit. Ten seconds pass, and there's blood in Yuuji's ears, as he is the first one to let his breath out, crumbling, confessing that he can't hold his breath, he can't do it. It's too hard. Megumi, patting his chest to get his attention back, "Let's try six seconds, okay?" He asks, and Yuuji looks unsure, but he nods, willing to try. Though tears run down his face, Yuuji manages to hold his breath, and he and Megumi breathe slowly, until the panic smooths out, and Yuuji's limbs relax enough that he's not completely curled up in a ball. "Sorry, Umi... I don't know what's..." Yuuji tries to explain away the incident, clearly embarrassed by it. Megumi, however, just shakes his head when he attempts. "Hey, no. Don't apologize." (He gets them too now. He's just a lot better about suffering alone, and undergoing silent, stone-faced panic after years of practice.) "Wake me up next time." "But...!" "No but's. " Megumi tells him assuredly, meeting eyes. "Wake me up, okay? There's no reason to sit there suffering by yourself all night." There's a silent implication in his words though: wake me up for a panic attack, wake me up to share your dreams, wake me up at any time. monsters hide in the shadows, sure, but Megumi is the master of shadows. There's no monster that can hide from him. Not even the ones in Yuuji's head. He'll leave them no place to hide if they come to terrorize you again.

#itafushi #fushiita #kore's posts #headcanons #listen its a massive hc of mine that yuji calls meg 'umi' as a nickname

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myguumi · 11 days

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megumi drabble

angst with no comfort at all, hinted at itafushi, wc; 670, im sorry i love u guys, not proof read so if theres mistakes im sorrryyyy

itadori is gone, and gojo has been given a task from before his execution. to give megumi a handwritten letter. gojo wants to snoop and see what it says, but he knows its not smart.

the soft sound of knocking interrupts megumis thoughts, muttering a small "come in" as he makes himself look somewhat presentable. gojo strolls into his room, sighing as he lookd around.

"yuji wanted me to give you this." is all he says before turning around and leaving, unable to let megumi mutter a word or let a single noise escape his vocal cords. megumi looks at the paper— a small, off-white, folded up— signed by itadori. his messy, but pretty handwriting with small doodles around it. mainly just silly ones of megumi, or itadori himself.

it takes megumi a couple of moments before unfolding the paper, letting his eyes quickly scan over it to see what the main jist of it was before taking a deep breath and deciding to genuinely read through it.

"hey fushiguro! if you're getting this note, its quite obvious ive passed on. i dont wanna say i'll see you soon because i want you to live longer than i did, okay? ill see you someday, though. thats for sure. anyways, i dont really know how to go about this. all those books i borrowed, you can have them back, if you want. they should be in the drawer next to my bed, unless gojo-sensei cleared my room out already. i think he'll leave that to you, though? i did ask him too, but you cant get everything you want, yknow!

anyways, other than all that stupid stuff, i'll miss you. i would say to tell kugisaki i'll miss her too, but, i can tell her that myself now. im sorry for leaving so soon, but you still have gojo-sensei and some of the others. i know you're not a huge fan of communication or anything, but don't continue to be that person that sits in the corner at parties!! live life a bit. i get you're a sorcerer and you assume everything will always be shit, but you can still live. it wont kill you to not be a misanthropist for once in your life fushiguro.

dont drown yourself in guilt over this because there was nothing you could've done to stop it. i was going to meet my end whether you wanted it to be stopped or not. i always had a question, fushiguro. i lived a somewhat nice childhood for someone like me, but the question always ran through my head atleast once a year. was i raised without love, or was i unloveable? and i figured out the answer. i was raised with love, just not enough for me to feel like it. and im not unloveable because i know you loved me with every ounce of love your soul could provide to me.

i think this is long and sad enough already, so, moral of the note, thank you. tell gojo-sensei im sorry for having to leave so soon, but it was bound to happen. i lived an interesting life because of you. id rather die than never meet you. thank you for this, and i love you, megumi."

megumi had already balled up the piece of paper in his hand once finished with reading it, the tears lining his waterline threatening to fall. he let out a shitty attempt at a chuckle, which seemed to be the breaking point of it. instead of a chuckle, it was a choked back sob, making him cough a bit. he threw the paper, even if it didnt go very far. he sat on his bed and stared down, sobbing. he kept wiping his eyes to try and make the tears disappear, but they kept appearing as if nothing could stop them.

megumi went to bed that night with nothing but tears and a hole in his heart that he feels will never be filled until he sees itadori again.

(misanthropist - a person who dislikes humankind and avoids human society.)

#jjk #jujustu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #megumi angst #jjk angst #jjk yuji #yuji itadori #itafushi #itafushi angst #jjk gojo

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k-martins · 2 months

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When I think about itfs, love languages and itfs love languages, I imagine something like:

Yuji obviously being someone who shows his affection through words of affirmation. He praises his friends and teachers a lot in the manga/anime from what I've noticed, so maybe it's a proven fact (I digress, anyway). So, when ITFS begins their romance, Yuji constantly says how "amazing" and "smart" Megumi is, how "beautiful", "kind", "adorable" and "STRONG" his boyfriend is. And of course, Megs always blushes and tells Yuji to shut up, which only makes Itadori smile even more and plant a kiss on Megumi's still red cheek. (I just AKSJSKSJKSANSK they look adorable in my head)

I think he would also fit into acts of service, as he is quite selfless and sincerely cares about others around him. This would become clearer after the canon (whatever happens), with Yuji taking care of Megumi and always being willing to help him with something, to the point that Megs has to just pull Yuji's hand to do so if sit/lay down next to you and simply REST. So when Yuji was trying to escape Megumi's grip, Megs would just mumble "The soup can wait, I just want YOU now" and Yuji would melt into that hug, because FOR THE SAKE OF GOD, MEGUMI IS HUGGING HIM!!!!

Look, this is going to sound a little ironic, but I think Megumi would be the PHYSICAL AFFECTION type! Except he doesn't know how to ask or show it, lol, but Megs definitely likes to be hugged by those he loves and hides it very well through a neutral expression. Then, when he gets comfortable enough to reciprocate and start cuddling (and also because being in pain for a whole month has made him more touch-hungry), he hugs Yuji at random times of the day, holds his hand when they're just relaxing together, if keeps close in the midst of crowds and affectionate and chaste kisses. (Megs needs kisses and hugs, please give them to him)

I think quality time also suits him. Megumi seems like the guy who would complain about an impromptu movie night, but would be a few minutes early with a bag of snacks and blankets to wrap up in. He may not even pay attention to the film, but he will try to follow the plot at all times to have a conversation with Yuji about the plot. Cooking together is also on the list, as Megumi really enjoys listening to Yuji chatter or the peace of being in comfortable silence as they work together to prepare meatballs.

In fact, I think the two share the same love languages and that's why they get along so well.

In the end, I'm just rambling. I miss them so much :')

#Gege I know you are reading this because you copied my ideas for chapter 236 #make these two have a happy ending #give me my children back pls #I miss itafushi #but I trust that they will come back stronger than ever #I just hope that This doesn't mean Yuji will die D':#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #jjk spoilers #fushiguro megumi #itadori yuji #itafushi #yuji itadori #fushiita

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c-chickens · 8 months

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((Spoilers for the Culling Game Arc in JJK))

I find it interesting that Gojo Satoru, someone who failed to save the person he loved, sort of acts like a catalyst for Itadori and Fushiguro when it comes to them saving each other.

Lemme explain a bit further: In the beginning of the manga, Fushi tells Gojo that he wants to save Itadori despite his previous actions saving otherwise. But he only acted that way before Gojo had come onto the scene. Similarly, after Fushi's possession by Sukuna following his declaration to be saved by Itadori, Itadori fails to save him. It's only now that Gojo is back that there's any chance of saving Fushiguro. Of course, we're still in the middle of this fight and don't know what will happen but I think there is a connection here. Regardless, in both situations, neither Fushiguro or Itadori had the strength to save the other, but through Gojo they're able to.

And I think this connection is only emphasized by the multiple parallels these two situations have:

Both introduce and subsequently reintroduce Gojo into the story

Both involve a fight between Gojo and Sukuna

Both involve either Itadori or Fushiguro being possessed by Sukuna

The previous Gojo vs Sukuna fight and the "I would win" dialogue that follows it is literally just foreshadowing for the current Gojo vs Sukuna fight lol

I think there's possibly more to be said about the reasons Gojo is being used in this way narratively aside from the satosugu-itafushi parallels but I'm simply too tired to think about them and we're not even close to the conclusion on the current Gojo vs Sukuna fight for me to potentially go deeper on this lmao this was just a vague thought I had and wanted to write a bit about ^^

#jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #jjk manga #itafushi #satosugu #parallels everywhere i look gege akutami you must be stopped

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ironbatpaperturtle · 14 days

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I know adam as mike's wife/bottom is must, I find more funny switch couple.

Soldier: Why sir adam call you babygirl?

Michael: You are going to run around Jupeter, two times. In case you got pushed by the pressure of planet,and not coming back, I will send recovery team, I hope you're going to reflex about your indiscretion,soldier.

Mike second hand: Strange, the general isn't on training ground.

Mike's secretary: Well, yesterday he went out with Adam,and he made a senerate for him, and you know how much sir adam loves his voice.

Mike's second hard: So Lord Michael isn't going to fly or walk straight for a week,again. I will say to men our general is indisposed

Oh! Well . . . uh sorry

I'm not really into switching?? Like, I'm one of the few people who don't like switching. Even if its the service top Adam and controlling anybody bottom, I just dont like it.

Even in different fandoms I never liked switching. I always get an ick.

I have that ❌️🔄 mentality. Actually I was one of those, first name= top & last name = bottom for a ship name (itafushi and fushiita, sasunaru and narusasu, y'know shit like that) . And I used to be so frustrated because those 'laws' doesn't expand to the western shipping community, they'd even mix up the tags sometime.

I genuinely think theres a difference between 🍎🎸 & 🎸🍎 (if you know you know) and yeah. . . (Thankful for Japanese artists who tag there works like this, love yall)

If yall ever get the vibe that my Adam ever tops. Never gonna happen. You should definitely look for another person.

And yes, no matter how much exposure therapy I get for switch shit I still never liked it. I guess you could classify me as a 'fujoshi'

#so uh yeah #mb anon #this also reminds when I filter out (exclude) “Bottom ___” on AO3 #lol #I always look out for that “bottom ___” and “top ___” and if it ever has a switch thang then I dip #should I even tag adamsapple? guitarhero?#hopefully you guys read my tags and if I lose followers for my opinion then I don't give a fuck

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someone1348 · 3 months

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I need a pick me up from the Jjk angst! So I'm writing a fic!

I have finished the show but there are no spoilers in this fic!

The people in this: Lee!Yuji, Ler!Megumi (healing my itafushi soul)

It is a tickle fic so keep scrolling if you don't want to read it :]

Tw: angst to comfort, being tied up (its nothing bad I promise!), cursing! Other than that it's adorable!

It's a little different from some of the fics I've written before but I still hope you enjoy it! I really missed writing!

-K <3

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Bringing back the sunshine!

Life had put Yuji Itadori through the ringer. It was really true what they say, the sorcerer life will change you in ways you've never expected. No matter what happens in life Yuji always had a smile on his face, even when he was quiet his energy still radiated the warmth of the sun. He is a good guy, anyone can see that just by looking at him. He's also incredibly strong in every aspect. The first to comfort everyone, and the last to finish the fights for everyone. He was respected and loved by everyone around him. Even his enemies could respect how naturally gifted he is.

But he was tired. Yuji had his breaking point and still wasn't fully recovered. He was okay. he just felt empty. He didn't feel like himself. He had been feeling like that for a while now. So much has happened in his life, so fast, too, and he just needed to process. Having Sukuna in his ear didn't help him either, but that's a story for another day. Let's just say jujutsu high has been extra gloomy without their sunshine. Everyone was thrown off balance. However, it hit Megumi especially hard. Megumi Fushiguro does not like feeling off! If things were off, he felt like he couldn't function properly, and it would irriate him to no end. It was like a constant nagging at his heart every time he looked at Yuji. He wanted to do something to help, anything but every idea he tried was a dead end. He knew that Yuji just needed to feel and process, which is absolutely valid, but he couldn't live without that warmth.

It has been long enough now. Megumi was going to get him back, no matter what it took. The pinkette was in his dorm room, next door to Megumi's, rotting away, playing some video game on his phone that he wasn't actually paying attention to. After grabbing some supplies he needed the ravenette took a deep breath and softly knocked on Yuji's door.

"Itadori?" He spoke gently, waiting for an answer.

"Come in."

Megumi's heart sank. The tone in his voice sounded so broken. No normal person could tell that from just two words, but Megumi was different. He knows Yuji, truly knows him.

He shook it off and entered with his stuff, Yuji didn't seem to notice that either considering he wasn't immediately bombard with questions about what he was hiding inside the tiny cardboard box. Yuji just stared at him, moving his head gently, forcing a small smile on his face.

"Drop the fake smile, you don't have to bullshit your feelings around me..." Megumi's voice was stren but calming. Yuji's body dropped gently in an exhale, closing his eyes. He felt so weak and Yuji hated that feeling, but he couldn't shake it no matter what he tried.

"What's up?" Yuji managed to muster out two words as Megumi put the box on the bed next to Yuji. Looking him in the eyes he exclaimed "I know you need to process but I can't function when you're not yourself. So I'm getting Yuji back." This finally caught the vessels attention.

He cocked an eyebrow at the shikigami user "Huh?" Yuji blinked looking down at the box before looking back at Megumi "I'm sorry Megumi, I'm really trying...nothing's working...I think I'm just going to be sad for awhile..."

Megumi nodded "and I'm not dismissing that, you can feel whatever you need to feel, but I won't let you sit here and do nothing, I'm going to try cheering you up, my way, and you're going to like it. Got it?"

Yuji rolled his eyes gently "Good luck"

Megumi just smirked "Trust me, this method has your name written all over it. And the best part is, you don't have to lift a finger, you can just relax and let me take care of you"

This was the first time in a long time Yuji felt something, his heart warmed up a bit and this caused Yuji's eyes to open a little wider, now curious on what this great plan was to cheer him up again.

"Look in the box." Megumi's smirk grew as Yuji slowly opened the cardboard box that was now sitting on his lap. He expected food or something, so he was surprised when he looked down to reveal two different feathers and some fake rope. His eyes widened as he blinked.

"Fushiguro...are you gonna...?" Yuji couldn't even finish his sentence.

"Tickle you? Hell yeah, I am. You need a pick me up, and I figured this would be the best thing for you. I'm gonna tickle you out of that damn head of yours. " Megumi smirk grew even more, if that was even possible.

Yuji face got a little red from embarrassment and joy. Megumi really did know him better then he knew himself. "But um...what's with the rope?"

Megumi chuckled a little "That was going to be used to tie your arms up, if you're comfortable with that. I wanted you to have a choice"

Yuji giggled a little, already starting to feel a little better. "I wouldn't mind this time, I just need to get out of my head"

"Arms up"

You didn't have to tell Yuji twice! He gently put his arms up, thankful that he was in a tank top. Megumi tied his wrists up gently to the bed frame. "Ready?" He smiled as he opened the box again to get the feathers out.

"Dark grey, or white and black?" Yuji blushed a bit looking at them. "The second one!" He spoke confidently as Megumi nodded and put the other one down. Setting the box to the side, sitting on his knees to face him properly.

"I'm gonna get you Yujiii" Megumi wasn't normally too playful but he is comfortable with Yuji and knows that this is what he needs right now. The poor angel was already giggling up a storm and nothing has touched him yet.

Fushiguro smirked again before gently swiping the feather under his arm. Yuji squealed and yolted out of pure instinct. Megumi smiled, admiring the reactions. "Did someone forget how ticklish he is?~" Megumi teased as he took the feather and moved it from the top of his wrist, passed his elbow, all the way down until he reached his underarm again.

Yuji didn't even try to hold in his reactions. The Pinkette's giggles grew the closer and closer Megumi got to his underarm before he let his genuine laughter peak through.

"MehehegumiIIHIHIHI!-" Yuji placed his head back on the bedframe as he laughed. Megumi's smile grew more and more at this. Slowly moving the feather down to slide over his ribs.

"PfFt- HeHehey!" Megumi tilted his head at him and hummed "Hmm?"

Yuji moved his torso out of instinct trying to get away. Megumi raised an eyebrow at this and smirked "Where do you think you're going?" He used his fingers to gently tickle the other side of Yuji's ribs.

"AH!" Yuji squeaked at the sensation and laughed again finding it hard now to escape, but he didn't really want to escape.

Megumi giggled gently "Does it tickle Itadori?" Yuji laughed through his words. "You alreheheady! Knohow! That! Prohohoblem chihiLD- GAH! HAHAHA NOHOHO!" Megumi gave him a fake grumpy face at the nickname and moved his fingers up to wiggle in his underarms.

"Mouth" Megumi warned before stopping and moving the feather around his neck and ears. "Guhuhumi!" Megumi smirked again "Yes?" Yuji giggled like a little kid. "Ihihit tickles!" Megumi nodded "Good. That's the point"

Megumi kept up the gentle strokes as Yuji giggled so much he snorted. This caused Megumi to break out into laughter "THAT WAS GOLD! JUST WAIT UNTIL I TELL GOJO!" Yuji whined through his laughter "Tell hihihim! And you're so deHEHEAD- MEHEHEGUMIIIHIHIHI!" The feather was forgotten as Megumi used both hands to gently squeeze his ticklish hips. His thumbs kneading into the bones gently. Yuji jumped and wiggled as he let his beautiful laughter flow freely.

"NAHAHA! NOHOHOT THAHAHAT!" He squeaked and laughed, trying to get away, but it was no use. Megumi giggled gently as his voice got more teasy. "Oh yes that~" he continued "Tickle Tickle Tickleee~" He skittered one hand up his ribs and sides as the other kept up the gentle squeezes on his hips.

Yuji's face got as pink as his hair as he let himself laugh. The sensation taking over his thought process. "NOhOhoO! TeHeAsinG!" He laughed and gently kicked the bed. Megumi smirked picking up the feather and before circling his bellybutton. "Nohoho nonono dohohon't!-"

"Im sorry Itadori, it looks like the feather is a cursed object, it's moving on its own. I have no say in this" He pretended to be serious which only made Yuji laugh more.

"Noho ihihit's nohot! I don't feheheel any cursed enerGY-HEHE MEHEHEGUMIIIHIHIHI!-" The feather dipped into his bellybutton as he arched gently and threw his head back laughing.

"What's the matter Yuji? Don't tell me this is tickling you" He smiled

"IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES MEGUMI PLEHEHEASE!"

"I told you it's got a mind of its own!"

After a few more minutes, Megumi finally let up and untied him. As Yuji caught his breath with a big smile gracing his features.

Megumi's mission was accomplished. He brought the sunshine back.

"Thank you....Fushiguro"

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I know it's a little different but I hope you all enjoyed! If you have any more pairs or trios you would like to see of jjk let me know!

#jujutsu kaisen tickle fic #jujutsu kaisen tickle #jujutsu kaisen #jjk tickle #jjk tickle fic #itafushi #itafushi brainrot #itafushi tickles #itafushi tickle fic #Lee!Itadori #Lee!Yuji #Lee!YujiItadori #Ticklish Yuji #Ticklish Itadori #Ler!Megumi #Ler!Megumifushiguro #k writes tk things!

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Call Your Mom by Noah Kahan is so ItaFushi I can't get over it like actually. And the new chapter?? Made it fit so much more?? And it hurts so good and I have to talk about it in depth before I EXPLODE.

"But, don't you cancel any plans / 'Cause I won't let you get the chance to never make them / Stayed on the line with you the entire night / 'Til you let it out and let it in." -> Because they can't ever leave each other to suffer alone if they can help it. Because they are always there for each other. Because Megumi called Itadori stupid for trying to enter and fight in the Culling Games alone. Because Itadori will not give up until he finishes what he started: saving Megumi.

"Don't let this darkness fool you / All lights turned off can be turned on." -> LITERALLY what's going on in chapter 251. Practically all of these lines can be either what Megumi said to Itadori post-Shibuya, or what Itadori will have to say to wake Megumi up.

"I'll drive, I'll drive all night / I'll call your mom." -> They would go to any lengths to protect and save each other. They would drive all night, fight all day, if it meant getting the other to live another day. The second line is a little harder to explain, but I think if Gojo were still alive, Itadori would make him talk to Megumi. He would call Gojo and tell him about how Megumi's falling apart. He would get Gojo to drive all night to save Megumi. And I can imagine how Gojo would feel in this situation, watching his ward fall apart like his best friend did all those years ago. I think, now, he would find the right words to say.

"Oh, dear, don't be discouraged / I've been exactly where you are." -> Itadori has been exactly where Megumi is now. In Shibuya, he had Todo to fix him back up again. He knows what it's like. He has to be there for Megumi now, just as everyone was there for him back then, just as everyone encouraged him to keep going. Itadori is the only one that can pull Megumi back up, because Megumi will only listen to him. Because Itadori understands.

"Waiting room, no place to stand / His greatest fears and wringing hands and the loudest silence." -> It's in my personal theory (that will likely never come true but I digress) that after they defeat Sukuna, Megumi will fall into a coma. He shouldered several of Gojo's domain expansions. He's suicidal. It makes sense to me. And I can imagine Itadori coming to his hospital room every day, unsure of what to say but unwilling to sit in the silence that is only broken by automated breaths and a beeping monitor. I wrote a one-shot about this, actually. I might write another.

"If you could see yourself like this, you'd have never tried it." -> This can be interpreted in several ways. I think one fun interpretation is that Itadori holds a little resentment for Megumi's choice to not let him walk alone. Because of that decision, Sukuna successfully possessed Megumi and threw him into the near catatonic state he is in now.

"Medicate, meditate, save your soul for Jesus / Throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason / Don't wanna drive another mile without knowin' you're breathing / So won't you stay, won't you stay, won't you stay with me?" -> Basically what Itadori will be doing for Megumi; begging him to find reasons to live. Convincing him that there are still parts of life that are worth bearing the pain for. That Megumi should stay alive because he hasn't lost everyone, that Itadori is still there for him. I can imagine it now, Itadori screaming these words at Megumi, and Megumi staring wide-eyed back at him.

I just recently posted an entire mental health analysis on a few Jujutsu Kaisen characters, and I talked at length about what I think of Itadori's passive suicidal ideation and Megumi's active suicidality. Obviously, a song about suicide is going to fit this ship like a warm glove. It doesn't even have to be about the romantic ship, necessarily. It works just fine platonically.

When I pass out in my mental world for the duration of this song, I also imagine that Gojo fits in there as well. I can see him driving all night to save Megumi once Itadori calls, and I can hear him telling Itadori that he's been in the same position. Because he has, hasn't he? When he failed to save Geto? I can see him telling Megumi to find reasons to keep going, when he couldn't give Geto the reasons when they were Itadori & Megumi's ages.

Anyway. Go stream Call Your Mom. Will probably do another song analysis at some point because I just can't help myself.

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the-disastrous-life-of-miki · 24 days

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[chapter 1] JJK acting agency au fanfic

read me! i've decided this story is gonna be x reader! ⤷(f) - first name ⤷(l) - last name ⤷main ships: nanami x reader l other ships: toji x reader, gojo x reader, satosugu, mechamiwa, itafushi, chosoyuki

Chapter 1: Cubicle 707

where to read fic ao3 wattpad (link coming soon!)

At Star Crossed Acting & Modelling Agency (Or just Star Crossed) there are only 300 cubicles. Not including offices, meeting rooms, board rooms. But actual cubicles. So of course (f) scratched her head pacing around the 15th floor wondering where her cubicle would be. She was assigned Cubicle 707.

There were countless employees at the agency and there were even more clients too, but more then 700 cubicles? Even Star Crossed couldn’t manage that, even as one of the biggest acting agencies in the world. …No, THE biggest. You’re guaranteed stardom if you just were signed to them, there were countless famous actors and just as many models. It was like a huge safety net for the rich and famous. Diligent PR, connections with many big directors, brands and studios.

Maybe not a safety net for its employees. Because if there was one thing (f) couldn’t say is that she wasn't stressed. Her old manager was notorious for being picky, arrogant and a tyrant. Work was hell on earth but it paid well.

It's no wonder the offices were all well decorated with the same moody blue paint used throughout as accents. Curtains framing the floor to ceiling windows, overhanging lamps, arched door frames, beautiful natural light. An office worker’s dream to be working brutally at least somewhere somewhat aesthetically pleasing.

But that wasn’t the only perk in this hell hole.

The celebrities.

Every once in a while one of your favorite (And somewhat narcissistic) celebrity crushes could be just roaming the halls, talking to employees, and their managers. It’s not rare for somewhere like Star Crossed.

But of course this is a workplace not a museum and it was about 20 minutes where (f) had to clock in and she still had no idea where her cubicle was. With none of the coworkers (That she didn’t feel terrified around) being anywhere in her line of sight. She had to go out, and talk to her new boss.

Walking down the hall there she was. About to step into the same office she had been in with countless project proposals rejected, forced to restart and just somewhere she had no fond memories of.

Actually the entire building and every corner of it if she stared enough was a backdrop to one of her (ex)managers' tantrums.

She could be walking in the halls and of course she’d hear him asking about something, then throwing a couple sarcastic remarks or sometimes having a whole meltdown. A typical interaction with him was a typical interaction with a fussy, grumpy, teething toddler.

Zoning back she realized that she had just been standing outside the office for a good 3 minutes and she promptly knocked on the door waiting for someone to respond.

“Come in” She heard another man's voice call out thanking god that it wasn’t her ex manager (He did not leave the company he was just moved to a different sector, so he could literally be around any corner or still residing in the old office)

She pulled on the door then feeling stupid because the door had the words “PUSH” capitalized bolded and right in front of her gaze. The pushing on the door seeing her new boss.

He didn’t look up as she entered typing away at his keyboard glasses rested on his head. He had blonde hair in a kind of side part. His cheeks were hollow and face narrow. He looked tired with dark circles underneath his eyes, was it bad that she found that attractive.

He was nothing like her old boss (Based on purely looks)

He looked more gentle, tired, and definitely way more attractive.

“Hi..” (f) said taking in his office, it was bigger than the cubicle she worked in, even bigger than some of the regular offices she's been in.

And he looked up and stopped typing for a moment.

“Do you need something?”

i love this fanfic so far and i have so many more ideas and chapters to put out! this fic will be on the slowburn side! and i'll put out a new chapter soon!!!

also i made a oc masterlist and put some info on the oc i made for this fanfic! yes this fanfic isnt x oc or anything but the reader will be heavily based off of the oc i make for it!!!

thank you so so so much for reading!

luv miki!

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#jjk #x reader #fanfic #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jujustu kaisen #nanami x reader #nanami kento #toji fushiguro #geto suguru #alternate universe #office au #fics

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bli-o · 2 months

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ITAFUSHI NATION IM HAVING AN EPIPHANY LISTEN TO ME

ok so my wonderful partner @mawce444 pointed out that Will Wood’s Against The Kitchen Floor is a really good fit for Yuji and i agreed but while listening in the shower(where my brain comes up with most things) i realized it’s honestly really fitting for Megumi and then i realized it really fits both of them and then i realized it’s like a perfect duet for the two and puts the parallels between them I’ve been admiring into words perfectly. These characters are known as the Sunshine x Raincloud duo but honestly my favorite thing about them is the fact that despite being polar opposites on a surface they are fundamentally similar.

On with my ramblings about jjk characters being will wood songs under the cut—

I could go on about these lyrics for ages but I’ll give you some of my favorite outtakes. Listen to the song and see for yourself as well.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I promise, I’m doing my best. I just haven’t learned how to be human as you are yet.”

Ok, starting out with one of my favorites. This from Yuji’s perspective reminds me of how all throughout the series curses and humans alike have referred to Yuji as “Sukuna’s vessel” and denied him the right to be anything more than that. It’s also similar to Megumi’s closed off and secretive personality which only people like Yuji and Nobara have managed to crack open. I really. Really. Like the idea of him saying this to yuji in a duet cuz like… this is headcanon and projection talking, but megumi being one of the few to not only see Yuji as himself but wishing he could be as open and vulnerable—in a way more human—than him,,., this targeted me specifically oh my god

“I still don’t know who you are, I only know that I’m still lonely; that morbid sort where even company can’t cure me and the more you reassure the less I trust.”

this!!! this!!! perfect blend of yuji feeling isolated due to being a vessel and megumi’s isolation because of his closed off personality distant or lost family. Well. His family’s like entirely gone now + his only remaining father figure so like even more so now.

“I’m catatonic in your arms, crying ‘How did I cause so much harm?’ I’m down pounding my head against the kitchen floor, apologizing for my life and ever entering yours.”

IM!!! Its over for me itafushi nation. leave me. go on without me. Its literally. Perfect imagery of the shibuya incident and chapter 251. Yuji blaming himself for the deaths of the people in shibuya. Megumi blaming himself for the deaths of his only remaining family??? chat im through. don’t think i forgot about you yuji “don’t you dare tell fushiguro” itadori!!!! i know you still have a guilt complex bc you think megumi will regret having saved you.

“Don’t say ‘I’m sorry, but this can’t go on’, I know you’ve got scars of your own, but hide my knives before you go, I’ll either live or die alone.”

honestly??? feels like the parallel scenes between 251 and Yuji and Todo’s in shibuya. And the “I’ll either live or die alone” because of yuji and megumi’s respective isolations???? oh my god

I’ve gotten through the most major parallels time to move on to the more individual lyrics???

“I’ve lived more lives than enough; I havent died quite as much, but I’m not a real person, just the shit you cant make up, and…”

yuji’s lives before and after entering the jujutsu world??? the quite literal amount of times he’s died??? his role as an inhuman “vessel” or “time-bomb” or “half-curse monster”???? ugh. ugggggh. my son….

“I keep a locket with a picture on the back of my head, oh, monkey-wrench my side-view mirrors, ghost my friends.”

Megumi??? not being vulnerable and never revealing much about himself, even to the people who care about him, instead choosing to suffer alone???

ok yall. I’ve removed most of the worms from my brain with this post but you really just gotta listen to it yourself. More will wood-jjk parallels include:

Laplace’s Angel-Mahito

Outliars and Hyppocrates-Sukuna(especially in regards to yuji)

The Main Character - Gojo(Kinda? i’d have to explain.)

not to mention suburbia overture putting an au idea in my head,,,, i’ll hold my tongue because ive never kept my word on completing any large-scale writing project before but the itch to remove more of the worms from my brain is there,,,,

Anyways thank you guys for listening to my deranged ramblings. Here’s a gold star for helping with my brain eating amoeba treatment⭐️

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