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hunn1e-bunn1e · 1 year

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MASTERLIST HUB!

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Series Non-Franchise Specials Post+

Aa.

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A3! Act! Addict! Actors!

AFTER L!FE

Attack On Titan

Bb.

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Baki the Grappler

Black Butler

Black Clover

Blackstar Theater Starless

Bleach (+ Thousand Year Blood War)

Blue Exorcist (+ Kyoto Saga)

Blue Lock

Buddy Daddies

Bungou Stray Dogs

Cc.

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Castlevania

Chainsaw Man

Dd.

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Danganronpa - D:THH, SD2:GD & DV3:KH

Death Note

Demon Slayer

Diabolik Lovers

Disney Twisted Wonderland

Dramatical Murder

Durarara! (1 & 2)

Ee.

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Ensemble Stars

Ff.

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Fairytail

Fate Series - FZ, FSN, FGO & FA

Fire Force

Free!

Fullmetal Alchemist (+ Brotherhood)

Gg.

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Genshin Impact

Gintama

Granblue Fantasy

Hh.

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Haikyuu!!!

Honkai Star Rail

Hunter × Hunter

Hypnosis Mic

Ii.

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Inuyasha (+ Yashahime)

Jj.

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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (Parts 1-7)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Kk.

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K Project

Kuroku's Basketball

Ll.

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Lookism

Mm.

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MAGI (Ft. LoM, KoM & AoS)

Mashle: Magic and Muscles

My Hero Academia

Mystic Messenger

Nn.

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Nanbaka: The Numbers

Naruto (+ Shippuden)

Nuu Carnival

Oo.

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Obey Me! : One Master to Rule Them All! (+ Night Bringer)

One Piece (+ Films Red & Gold)

One Punch Man

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Overlord

Pp.

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Qq.

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Rr.

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Record of Ragnarok

Remarried Empress

Ss.

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Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

Seraph of the End

Seven Deadly Sins

Spy × Family

Tt.

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That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime

The Disastrous Life of Saiki Kusuo

The Legend of Zelda (Ft. BotW, TP & ToK)

The Rising of the Shield Hero

Tokyo Ghoul

Tokyo Revengers

Uu.

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Vv.

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Vampire Knight

Ww.

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Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun!

What in "Hell" is Bad?

Who Made Me a Princess

Xx.

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Yy.

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Yuri on Ice

Zz.

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human-allergy · 4 months

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Daily Lives of Jujutsu High Students

Time set in around 2006-2007.

This story tells the daily lives and youthful troubles of four students from a certain year at Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Various x F. Reader!

01 - The Cursed Book

In a vast plot of land surrounded by towering walls and large trees atop a certain mountain in Tokyo, stands a uniquely styled traditional Japanese architecture. Inside, it is said to enshrine the cremated remains of the legendary Jujutsu sorcerer "Kūkai" from the Nara period in a Three-storied Pagoda. Inside, there were warehouses filled with various dangerously powerful cursed tools, an inexplicable swimming pool despite the absence of swimming classes, and a playground covering an area equivalent to two and a half football fields (running there felt like losing ten years of your life). In the courtyard, there were two chickens named Nuggets and Corn Ball, along with dogs, horses, deer, elephants, and giraffes leisurely grazing. There were even rumors of lions freely roaming around the place. However, these were all urban legends, and distinguishing what was true, false, or mere gossip became a challenge. For most citizens of Tokyo, the interior of the school remained a mysterious realm that couldn't be explored.

The name of this school was the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, commonly known as Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Among the two existing educational institutions for jujutsu in Japan, it presented itself as a private religious school. Many jujutsu sorcerers considered it the starting point of their careers even after graduation. Therefore, the school not only served as an educational institution but also facilitated missions and provided support, making it a crucial hub in the jujutsu world.

Furthermore, the school had nurtured numerous talents in the jujutsu field, with the ratio of Grade 1 and Special Grade sorcerers originating from Tokyo Jujutsu High being twice that of the Kyoto school.

However, at that moment, a dialogue unfolded in the second-year classroom of Tokyo Jujutsu High:

"Afternoon classes are over. So boring..." You slouched over the desk, dragging your words with a prolonged tone.

"What do you want to do then?" The black-haired boy sitting across from you asked indifferently.

His name was Geto Suguru, with slender eyes, thin eyebrows, large ear piercings dangling from elongated earlobes, a bun hairstyle, and a long fringe hanging over his forehead. At first glance, he gave off a delinquent vibe, but after getting acquainted, he still seemed like one.

"Oh, I know!" The white-haired boy with black sunglasses on your left suddenly exclaimed, "How about Y/n becomes the target, and we all have a water balloon fight? I saw it on a variety show yesterday, and it looked fun."

"Why don't you become the target yourself, you jerk!" you replied indignantly.

"We don't have any balloons, so how are we going to play?" The brown-haired girl on your right responded irritably.

This was Ieiri Shoko, a short-haired and sharp-looking beauty. But don't be fooled by her pretty face, as beneath that attractive facade, there was a middle-aged man who enjoyed smoking and drinking. Due to her gentle personality, she played the role of the peacemaker in your four-person group.

The white-haired boy pondered for a while, then extended his index finger with a smile. "How about using real shurikens instead? You win if you hit specific targets."

"That's practically attempted murder!" you immediately retorted.

"Oh, really?" The white-haired boy tilted his head, seemingly thinking it was not a big deal. "Well, Shoko can heal you with Reverse Cursed Technique, so you'll only be left with scars. Don't mind, don't mind!"

This white-haired boy with a tone that could provoke a beating was Gojo Satoru, born into the Gojo family, one of the Big Three Sorcerer Families. In other words, he was the privileged young master from a wealthy family. At the same time, he was also the possessor of the "Six Eyes." It was a rare occurrence within the Gojo family, happening only once every few hundred years. Hence, not only was he wealthy, but he also possessed extraordinary power. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Gojo was a chosen one. However, his personality was extremely poor, and he always enjoyed teasing and mocking others. But since you had known him since childhood, you had become immune to his teasing and pranks. Still, dealing with a fool like Gojo every day sometimes made it hard to contain your anger.

"Ah... I almost forgot the fact that Satoru you're an idiot." you shake your head and sigh. "I shouldn't have expected you to possess common sense."

"What do you mean? Huh?" Gojo's face contorts into an expression of displeasure, his mouth drooping.

"If I were to have scars on my delicate flawless skin, how would I ever find a boyfriend?" you say, your face filled with sadness.

Gojo bursts into laughter. "Stop dreaming! Even without scars, you'll never get a boyfriend in your lifetime."

As if an arrow pierced through your heart, your heart tightens for a moment.

You cover your aching chest and say with a mournful expression, "To be told this by someone like you, who has even less chance of getting a girlfriend, truly, there is no justice in this world."

"Tsk tsk tsk, don't compare me to yourself," Gojo shakes his index finger, resembling a certain prosecutor※. "I'm quite popular among the girls, you know."

[※Note: In case nobody knows, the reference here is to Miles Edgeworth from "Ace Attorney," whose signature gesture is shaking his index finger.]

Upon hearing this, you, Geto, and Ieiri simultaneously wave your hands and say in unison, "No way."

"I mean, since we have nothing else to do, how about going down the mountain?" you suggest. "I heard there's a section in the basement of the bookstore across from Hanadate Elementary School that's filled with H-manga. And rumor has it that the owner doesn't really check your age before letting you buy them. How about it? Want to go together?"

The other three immediately fall silent, staring at you with complex expressions.

Geto rubs his temples. "Why the sudden interest in buying H-manga?"

"Because I want to read them," you honestly reply.

"That’s straightforward…"

You shrug. "Besides, it will be less weird to have guys accompany me."

"A group of people going to buy H-manga is already super weird!"

"Fine! It's because Suguru you look closer to eighteen!"

"That's your real reason, right?!"

In the end, the four of you went to the bookstore across from Hanadate Elementary School.

Standing on the sidewalk outside the bookstore, the four of you began to formulate a plan. The layout of the bookstore consisted of two floors, with the upper floor selling stationery and reference books, while the lower floor housed books and paper supplies, which was your target.

"Alright, let's proceed according to the plan," you deliberately lowered your voice and said, "Since we don't know which section has the H-manga, I'll go check the novels section, Suguru will go to the manga section, and Shoko will pretend to be interested in buying reference books to distract the store clerk's attention."

"What about me?" Gojo pointed at himself and asked.

You snapped your fingers and pointed at him, saying, "You'll be the one paying."

"Oi, oi, oi!" Gojo exclaimed loudly. "I'm not some kind of ATM! I want to go with you to the novels section."

"Whatever." you said. "Well then, let's agree on this, the 'Operation H' begins!"

Geto looked at you with disdain and said, "Why are you so excited..."

The four of you entered the bookstore in single file. As you entered, the bell hanging on the door rang crisply, catching the attention of the young male store clerk who had been dozing off. He immediately looked up at all of you.

"What would you like to buy?" the male store clerk walked over and asked.

You felt a sudden jolt in your heart, thinking, "Oh no! Now the store clerk's attention will be on us."

Just as you were feeling nervous, you felt an added weight on your shoulder. You turned to see a hand with light pink nail polish resting on your shoulder. Following the hand, you saw Shoko nodding slightly at you, her smile on her face seemed to say, "Leave it to me!"

You responded with a smile, though you didn't say it out loud, your smile already conveyed the message, "I'll leave it to you."

"I'd like to buy an English reference book for second-year high school," Shoko calmly said in the face of danger.

"English, is it? It's over there. Ah, let me take you there," the male store clerk said.

"That would be great."

With that, Shoko followed the male store clerk.

Watching Shoko's figure, you muttered to yourself, "Wait for us, we'll bring back the H-manga!"

Then you wiped away tears that didn't exist and entered the manga and novels section of the lower floor together with Geto and Gojo.

As soon as you entered this section, a musty odor mixed with the smell of ink greeted you. The shelves were filled with a diverse array of books, making it difficult to know where to start looking.

"So many books, how are we supposed to find it?" you placed your hands on your hips, furrowing your brow as you looked at the sea of books before you.

"Oh, right!" as if suddenly remembering something, you lightly pounded your right fist onto your left palm. You looked at Gojo and asked, "Satoru, can your Six Eyes see where the H-manga is?"

"Oi, do you really have a brain under that skull of yours?" as if confirming, Gojo lightly tapped your head. "Do you think the Six Eyes are some kind of X-ray vision?"

You swatted away his hand on your head and then disdainfully said, "Tch, if you can't even find the H-manga, it seems the Six Eyes aren't that impressive."

"Huh? Be careful, or I might just kill you, you know?"

"Anyway," Geto interjected, interrupting the argument between you and Gojo, "let's start looking."

The three of you searched for about ten minutes, but there was still no sign of the H-manga.

"These all look like regular manga," you stood in front of a bookcase, furrowing your brow.

"Did you make a mistake? Maybe there's no H-manga here at all," Gojo asked.

Your shoulders dropped immediately, "Maybe..."

"Hey, look over here," Geto said, beckoning both of you to come to his side.

After you and Gojo walked over to the manga section where Geto was, Geto placed his hand in the gap between two bookcases and pulled them apart. The two bookcases made a slight noise as they slid open, one to the left and the other to the right.

You were astonished to find that behind the two bookcases, there was a built-in wall shelf! And it was filled with H-manga!

"So many H-manga!" you couldn't help but be shocked by the scene before your eyes and shouted.

"Don't yell so loud! Do you want everyone to know we're buying H-manga?" Geto hurriedly said in a hushed voice. "Let's quickly choose one and go to the checkout."

Geto casually picked up one H-manga from the shelf. The cover of the book depicted a blushing girl in a school uniform. "What about this one?" he asked, "After-School Secrets with the Student Council President."

"It looks boring," Gojo commented as he also took a book from the shelf. "Maybe this one, Playtime with My Childhood Friend."

You sighed. "I'm telling you, if we're buying it, why not go for something with a cover and content that looks more explicit? If we're buying, let's go for the most scandalous!"

"Is that something a high school girl would say?!" Geto shouted.

"Ah, let's go with this one," you picked up another book, which had a cover and title even more provocative than the previous two, without any censorship even on private parts. "Endless SEX!"

Taking advantage of his height, Gojo reached behind you and took the book from your hands. He flipped through it and glanced at the synopsis on the back. "Wow," he exclaimed, then continued, "This one has a super diverse content, with older brother and sister, stepmother and stepson, and even [content muted]."

"Then let's go with this one," Geto said, "But how are we going to check out?"

"You go," you said.

"Yeah, you go," Gojo chimed in.

Geto frowned slightly, slightly displeased, and asked, "Why me?"

"Because you look like you're over 18." you explained.

"I’m not!" Geto's face showed an unusual expression of embarrassment, his emotions flaring up. "The previous After-School Secrets might have been fine, but the cover of this one is as shameful as asking me to go naked to the checkout!"

"Don't worry, the cashier here doesn't pay much attention to the content. Just take a quick look and pay, and it'll be over," you said seriously. "Besides, you have an absolute advantage."

"What advantage?"

You smiled faintly. "You look like a guy in his twenties."

"Satoru, I'll take the top, you take the bottom, let's split Y/n in half." Geto said calmly.

You were shocked. "Please don't say something so terrifying in such a calm tone!"

"Then how about we decide with a game of rock-paper-scissors?" Gojo suggested.

"Oh?" Geto raised an eyebrow. "Good idea."

You chuckled lightly and flicked your hair. "Speaking of rock-paper-scissors, I absolutely won't lose. Prepare to be humiliated, Suguru!"

"You arrogant idiot." Geto scoffed. "Let's get started then. Rock, paper, scissors!"

Gojo showed scissors, while both you and Geto showed paper.

A smirk appeared on Gojo's lips. "I won. You two have a final match to decide."

You squinted at Geto across from you and said with a serious tone, "Suguru, I never thought we would end up like this. We were such good friends."

"Indeed, maybe we should have never crossed paths from the beginning." Geto said with a bitter smile. Then he rallied and clenched his fist. "Let's settle this once and for all, Y/n!"

"Let me tell you first, this time I'll choose paper," you said.

Geto snorted. "Stop the nonsense and let's get started!"

"Then let's begin! Scissors—" you shouted.

"Rock—" Geto shouted.

"Paper—!!" After you finished shouting, both of you made your choices simultaneously.

You showed paper, and Geto showed rock.

"Hahaha! You fucking Idiot!!" You burst into laughter, clutching your stomach. "I told you I would choose paper!"

Geto looked at his own fist, as if asking, "Why?"

In the end, Geto went to the checkout, and to make it less awkward, he even put a reference book on top as a diversion.

"Let me help you checkout!" The cashier sister said, "I see, an English reference book and...!"

When she saw that book, she visibly gasped and wore a bewildered expression on her face.

On the other hand, Geto maintained a calm smile on his face.

The cashier sister composed herself and calmly said, "...That will be 2,500 yan."

"Thank you."

After paying, Geto walked out of the bookstore with a smile. However, as soon as he reached your side, his smile immediately disappeared, and his expression changed faster than the rate at which conceptual stocks plummet.

"I won't come to this bookstore ever again."

Geto Suguru, socially dead.

Since it was already late, you guys took the bus back to the school. Once you four arrived in the common area of the dormitory, you four couldn't wait any longer and eagerly tore off the plastic wrap protecting the book.

"Let me open it." You swallowed a gulp of saliva and carefully lifted one of the pages. Just by looking at one page, you were already astonished and speechless.

"How is it?" Gojo asked curiously.

"No, this has already surpassed my understanding of H-manga." Although you said this, your body involuntarily turned to the next page. "This book is nothing but a wetland between chunks of flesh!" You said with slightly rapid breathing.

"Huh? Let me take a look." Gojo took the book, glanced at it, then put it down, and picked it up again for a few more glances.

"What do you think?" You asked tentatively.

Gojo remained silent for a moment, then suddenly shouted, "Why can her '[Censored]' and '[Censored]' have two '[Censored]' at once?!"

"You guys are exaggerating, aren't you?" Geto, who had been silently listening, couldn't hold back and interjected. He took the book, furrowing his brow as he looked at it.

After a short while, he closed the book and placed it on the table. "So '[Censored]' can be played like this."

"Really?" Ieiri raised an eyebrow and asked, picking up the book for a few glances. However, her reaction was calm. "Is that all? It seems like you guys are just a bunch of ignorant kids after all."

"Don't act like you've seen so much!" you retorted.

"Oh, senpais, you're back," a cheerful voice said.

The four of you turned to see Haibara, a year 1 student, standing at the doorway with Nanami, another freshman.

You quickly hid the book under your clothes and tried to keep your voice steady. "Oh, it's Yu-chan and Nanamin."

"Can you stop calling me Nanamin, senpai? Other people will start imitating it." Nanami, with Danish heritage, a handsome mixed-race face, and blond hair, frowned and said.

"By the way," Haibara approached you all, "it seemed like you were discussing something interesting just now!"

"R-really?" you asked.

"Are you... reading H-manga?" Haibara asked unabashedly, getting straight to the point.

You coughed a few times. "No, it's not like that. We're diligent students who excel in academics. Why would we read that kind of stuff?"

Haibara looked at you with a puzzled expression. "But I clearly saw Geto senpai buying H-manga at the bookstore."

Geto's face turned pale.

"Alright, alright!" You gave up resistance and took out the H-manga from your clothes, holding it up. "We were reading H-manga!"

The room fell into a tense silence. No one dared to speak, while Haibara and Nanami looked at the cover of the book in shock.

After a long silence, Nanami was the first to speak. He sighed and looked disappointedly at the four of you, "I expected it from Gojo and Y/n, but I didn't think Ieiri and Geto senpais would be like this too."

Gojo was displeased. "What do you mean by 'expected it from Gojo and Y/n' huh?!"

"I-I didn't expect you guys to like this kind of H-manga," Haibara forced a smile and said. "But what are you going to do with this book? It would be bad if the teachers found out."

"Well..." you rubbed your chin, pondering for a moment. "Let's put the book in the third-year classroom! Nobody will know it was us."

Gojo nodded in agreement. "That's settled then!"

"Is it really okay to do that?" Nanami questioned.

"Don't worry, if there's any problem, Satoru will take care of it!" you pointed your thumb at Gojo.

Gojo pouted. "Why do I have to take care of it?"

"Because you have a strong background! Don't mind, don't mind!"

So, you placed the H-manga in the third-year classroom, thinking that would be the end of it. But to your surprise, after two days, the H-manga appeared in your classroom again. Even when you threw it in the trash can, it would mysteriously reappear in the classroom after a few days.

"This book is definitely cursed!" you pointed at the H-manga, fear evident on your face. "If we let it roam freely in the school, the consequences are unimaginable."

Geto looked at you and asked, "What should we do then?"

"We should seal it." you said solemnly.

You four took a blank sheet of paper and wrapped it around the book. Then you four wrote a bunch of warning words and incantations on it before tying it tightly with a red thread.

"Oh curse hidden within this book, vanish before us!" you declared. With that, you threw the H-manga behind the shelve of the library, making sure it was impossible to retrieve without moving the entire bookshelf.

"This way, it won't reappear again," you said with folded hands, "Thank you, "Endless SEX", for giving us the most precious lesson in health education."

Gojo, too, unusually serious, folded his hands and whispered a "thank you" towards the bookshelf that concealed "Endless SEX."

"You two idiots." Geto said to Gojo and you.

Shoko glanced at you and Gojo disapprovingly, then covered her stomach and said, "I'm hungry. Let's go to an izakaya and grab something to eat. I feel like having grilled octopus skewers tonight."

Upon hearing the word "octopus," a certain scene from "Endless SEX" suddenly flashed in your mind—an enormous octopus engaging in tentacle play with a woman.

You clasped your hands over your ears in agony. "Please stop! You're making me recalling that scene!"

Shoko smirked mischievously and leaned in close to your face. "Do you want to be '[Censored]' by an octopus? Its tentacles can '[Censored]' you, and '[Censored]' your '[Censored]'."

You looked at Shoko in horrified disbelief, as if you saw demonic horns sprouting from her head.

"Akuma(demon)..."

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Epilogue:

One day in 2018, "Endless SEX" was unsealed.

In a classroom at Tokyo Jujutsu High School, three first-year students looked at the rectangular object on the desk. It was covered in warning words and incantations, tied with a red string. Their faces displayed a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

"Itadori, where did you find this thing?" Kugisaki asked.

"Behind the bookshelf in the library," Itadori replied.

"Put it back quickly," Fushiguro frowned, "I have a bad feeling about it."

Kugisaki looked disappointed. "Huh? But I'm really curious about what's inside!"

"Me too!" Itadori chimed in. "Let's open it and see!"

"Do you think this is some kind of Christmas present?" Fushiguro rubbed his forehead, trying to soothe the wrinkles there (because he often frowned). "The incantations written on it aren't random; they can truly suppress curses."

However, the other two didn't pay attention and proceeded to untie the red string and remove the white wrapping paper.

"Oi, you two!" Fushiguro shouted in a coarse voice.

After tearing off the paper, they were greeted by the sight of a completely naked woman.

Itadori's face immediately turned red, and he stammered, "Th-this...!"

"This is an H-manga!" Kugisaki exclaimed, wide-eyed, pointing at the book.

Fushiguro also lost his usual composure. "Who on earth put this in the library!?"

At that moment, Gojo walked into the classroom and, upon seeing the expressions on the three students' faces, couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong? You all look pale."

Itadori quickly hid the book behind his back and nervously said to Gojo, "N-nothing!"

Gojo clearly saw through the act. "Stop pretending and show me what's behind you."

Itadori chose to play dumb, feigning confusion. "What's behind me?"

Gojo walked up to the three students, extending his right hand and commanding in a no-nonsense tone, "Hurry up."

"Alright." Itadori didn't want to offend Gojo, so he obediently handed "Endless SEX" to him.

Crap, now I’m going to get scolded by Gojo-sensei.

Just as Itadori was thinking this, Gojo burst into laughter.

The three students exchanged puzzled glances and then looked at Gojo, who was laughing heartily.

"So nostalgic," Gojo said. "We used to put this in the library."

"What?!" Kugisaki exclaimed in disbelief, her eyes widening. "So, Gojo-sensei, you're into this kind of stuff?"

"No, no, it's just something we bought out of boredom back then," Gojo explained. "But how did you find this book? I remember Y/n putting it deep behind the bookshelf in the library."

Itadori scratched the back of his head and sheepishly said, "I accidentally knocked over the bookshelf and happened to see this book."

"I see," Gojo said, taking out his phone from his pocket. "That's hilarious. I should take a picture and show it to Y/n and Shoko."

"Eh?" The three students made strange noises simultaneously.

"Ieiri-san has seen this book too?!" Itadori asked."I can't even imagine!" Itadori said, and the other two nodded in agreement.

After taking the photo, Gojo put his phone back. "But I still have to confiscate this book. It's too dangerous."

"Are you planning to take it and read it all by yourself?" Kugisaki asked.

"Why would I do that?" Gojo waved his hand. "Get ready, we're going out to exorcise curses."

Upon hearing that they could go out, Itadori became energized. "Got it!"

"Meet at the entrance later," Gojo said, then walked out of the classroom.

After Gojo left, Kugisaki spoke up, "By the way, Fushiguro, you're pretty close with Gojo-sensei, right?"

"It's not like we're that close," Fushiguro said.

"Whatever. Do you know who he's referring to as 'Y/n'?"

Fushiguro nodded. "She’s a strong jujutsu sorcerer, but not someone worth emulating."

"So, what's the relationship between Y/n and Teacher Gojo?"

"Well, they are—"

#anime #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto x reader #shoko x reader #nanami x reader #toji fushiguro #slice of life

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kamesama · 5 months

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— greetings & salutations.

.ೃ࿐ ❛ kame ❜ : twenty+ . fem . isfp . ⅓ coffee

— links: guidelines. masterlist. match-up trades. twitter . instagram . ko-fi . archive

— fandoms: bungou stray dogs. ikemen sengoku. jujutsu kaisen. kengan ashura. lord of the rings. mortal kombat. mr. love: queen's choice. owari no seraph. tears of themis. twisted wonderland. supernatural. the boys. the hobbit. the walking dead. the witcher.

— note: inactive in the italic fandoms. may write selectively or solely for comfort.

— hubs + bfs: divus crewel. fushiguro tōji. gaolang wongsawat. geralt of rivia. marius von hagen. nanami kento. oda nobunaga. ryōmen sukuna. shaw. soldier boy. thorin oakenshield.

#intro

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nem-is-a-nerd · 19 hours

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Jujustu Kinsen - an 18+ JJK kincord!

We've got a SFW 18+ server for anyone who is a spiritual fictionkin (or fictive) from the Jujutsu Kaisen series! All characters/kins welcome and doubles friendly.

Just message me (@nem-is-a-nerd) for a link!

@findthebae @kincalling @kincord-hub @kincord-billboard @fictionkinfessions would we be able to get a boost? <33 tysm

#fictionkin #jjkkin #jjk kin #jujutsu Kaisen kin #jujutsukaisenkin #kincord #kincords #kin server

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lady-wallace · 2 years

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Even the Strongest: Whumptober Day 13 (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Gojo whump for today’s @whumptober prompt! And tired Nanami having to come to his rescue.

Prompt: Can’t Make an Omelet (fracture, ‘are you here to break me out?’)

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Character: Gojo

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Masterpost

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Gojo Satoru was a pain in his ass. Well, to be fair, Nanami wasn't alone in thinking that. Gojo Satoru was a pain in everyone's ass, which, coincidentally, was what made him a useful asset because that sentiment also extended to Curses and enemy sorcerers.

It was also what made it genuinely worrying when Gojo seemed to drop off the face of the earth.

It wasn't like Gojo was exactly good at telling anyone what he was doing, but when he had specifically been sent to look into an anti-Curse using group of sorcerers that had cropped up then one had to wonder. Nanami remembered what happened when he had fought Toji Fushiguro back when they were students—back before everything had gone to hell. What non-Curse users lacked in special ability, they made up for in arcane knowledge that was often extremely dangerous to both Curses and Curse Users alike. Not to mention their tendency to be able to collect the rarest weapons and talismans.

So, yes, as much as it irked Nanami to have to run off and fetch Gojo from his mission, he could understand the school's urgency when they had called him in.

He thought it had been a completely pointless venture by the time he got there and found the anti-Curse user's hub pretty destroyed. Looked like Gojo's work.

Nanami sighed and pulled out his phone, trying to call the other sorcerer again. Just like last time, there was the message that the number had been disconnected.

Nanami pressed his lips together and looked around some more.

There were actually traces of Cursed energy, probably remains from whatever fight must have ensued, so it seemed like Gojo had at least been there.

The question was, where was he now?

As Nanami searched the abandoned building, he began to pick up more traces of Curse energy. Weak, but there all the same. Nanami ventured further until he got to the part of the building that had taken the heaviest destruction.

The odd thing was that here there was no large traces of Cursed energy like there usually was after Gojo got done with a mission. In fact…

Nanami bent down to retrieve a grenade pin. There was a small warding tag taped onto the ring. Odd, he thought. Were these anti-Curse weapons?

The traces of energy were all but gone here, and Nanami was about to turn away when he came across something else in the rubble.

He bent to pick that up as well, dusting it off.

A black blindfold.

Nanami sighed, taking another look around. Where the hell could that idiot have gotten to? He found it hard to believe Gojo Satoru was actually dead. Even special grade Curses couldn't take him out.

He scuffed some gravel with his shoe and some of it trickled down a crack that was covered with a fallen support beam. Nanami frowned. Was there another level below this?

He pulled out his blade, picking a spot, and made short work of the rubble. He watched it crumble into the space below and then jumped down after it to look around.

He didn't get far before he heard a weak cough in the settling dust.

"Hey," the voice said. "You here to break me out?"

Nanami turned and saw a figure lying a little bit away, half buried under more rubble. Nanami quickly pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight, holding it over the figure.

Gojo cringed away from the light, turning his head away. He looked…rough. An odd look on the untouchable Gojo Satoru. Face bruised, legs worryingly trapped beneath a pile of rubble. His upper body was bound by several straps with anti-Curse talismans carved into them. The kind that deactivated curse energy. Obviously the reason Gojo was currently trapped under concrete instead of being able to repel it with his Infinity.

"What the hell happened?" Nanami asked.

Gojo winced as he looked up at him, white hair matted with blood from an injury to his forehead. It seemed to make his unnervingly bright eyes even brighter. "Maybe I got a little cocky. They didn't like that much, so they neutralized my powers and tried to bury me alive—can you believe it? What assholes."

Nanami sighed, finding a spot to set his phone so they could have light. "Are you injured?"

Gojo grinned. "Aww, Nanami, sweet of you to care." He huffed and shifted with a wince. "Leg hurts pretty bad, honestly. Can you…maybe get me out of here?"

The strain in his voice told Nanami exactly how bad it was. Gojo wasn't used to hurting. He didn't so much have a high tolerance for pain as he just wasn't used to what it felt like.

"Hold on, I need to figure out the best way to do this without crushing you completely."

Gojo grunted and Nanami inspected the fallen rubble. There was one particular piece of concrete that was crushing Gojo's left leg, but that seemed to be the only one actually making contact. The rest seemed to have been stopped by a beam that had wedged itself sideways.

"How's it look?" Gojo asked.

Nanami didn't reply, intently studying the area, looking for the best place to strike and not have everything crush Gojo further. Honestly it would have been a lot easier to have another pair of hands, but there had been no one else available. It had been a rough month.

"Just stay still," Nanami said.

Gojo sighed and thunked his head back on the ground. "Not going anywhere."

Nanami pressed his lips into a tight line as he pulled out his blade. He targeted the spot and swung.

Debris crumbled harmlessly around, freeing Gojo's leg.

"Hey, thank—"

Before Gojo could finish, Nanami hurried to grab his shoulders and yank him away as the rest of the rubble came crumbling down. Gojo gave a surprised shout of pain, which turned into a cough as more dust flew through the air. Nanami waved it away as it settled, then stowed his blade and crouched next to Gojo.

"Get these off me," the injured man gasped, straining his arms against the straps binding him. Nanami saw for the first time that they had secured a sort of harness around his torso, binding arms and wrists alike tightly together behind his back in a way that would make it impossible to move.

"These can keep you from using your power?" Nanami asked curiously.

Gojo huffed. "Don't get any ideas. They're not fun, I promise."

Nanami sighed and started to unbuckle the straps, loosening Gojo's limbs. When he pulled them free, Gojo heaved a deep breath of relief, before he slammed his eyes shut and pushed a hand against his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Are you all right?" Nanami asked him cautiously.

"Mm," Gojo muttered. "My Six Eyes is coming back. It's kind of a trip when you've had it off for a while."

Nanami turned to his leg, and didn't like what he saw. It was definitely twisted at an odd angle, and there was some blood as well. Undoubtedly a compound fracture then. Nanami sighed wearily and stood. "We need to splint this."

Gojo seemed to realize his situation and finally looked down at his own leg, paling further, looking like he might actually be sick this time.

Nanami found some wood among the debris and started to unwrap his blade so that he could use the material for the splint.

"H-hey, looks like you might have to carry me out of here," Gojo muttered.

Nanami knelt and suddenly grabbed hold of his foot, squeezing through his shoe.

Gojo cried out. "God, Nanami! What the hell?"

"Good. You still have feeling in your foot, that means no nerve damage."

Gojo took a shuddering breath and forced himself up onto his elbows. "Yeah, well, it didn't hurt nearly so much until you started messing with it."

"Well, it's just going to get worse," Nanami told him blandly as he set the split materials aside and took a careful hold on Gojo's leg before ripping his pants up to the knee to better see what he was doing.

"Geez, buy me dinner first, Nanami," Gojo quipped woozily as he looked down at his leg. "Hey…that's not right is it?"

"No, it's not," Nanami informed him before grabbing the straps he had taken from Gojo earlier, handing them to him. "You might want to bite down on this."

Gojo stared at him. "You're not actually…"

"There's no point in splinting it crooked. I would suggest not wasting any more time arguing."

Gojo silently took the straps and folded them over, putting them between his teeth, laying back flat.

Nanami didn't make him wait. He prodded the injury briefly as Gojo made muffled protests, then efficiently moved onto resetting the leg.

The almost inhuman shriek from Gojo pierced his ears and he found he couldn't touch the other sorcerer again. Gojo must have activated Infinity in self-defense.

Nanami did actually feel bad for the man as he lay there panting, dust from the room sticking to the sweat on his forehead. He was staring straight up, fists clenched, fingernails digging into the ground, the straps still clenched in his teeth.

"Gojo," Nanami said after a moment. "I can't splint this if you won't let me touch you."

Gojo's eyes met his, wide and swimming with pain. Nanami had never seen him like this before and it did something to him. There was something unnerving about seeing this extremely powerful, cocky, man laid so low.

"The worst is over now," Nanami added, trying to do what he could to calm Gojo.

It was a long moment before Gojo seemed to relax, or rather run out of the little energy he had left. He slumped back onto the floor again, eyes sliding shut and the Infinity fell away, allowing Nanami to touch him again.

He quickly applied the splint as Gojo let out soft gasps and moans of pain, then sat back.

"Alright, let's find the way out of here. There's a staircase that doesn't look like it's blocked. Think you can stand?"

Gojo stared up at him balefully. Nanami sighed and reached down, first helping Gojo sit up and then putting one of his arms over his shoulders and getting a firm grip around his waist.

"Just keep your leg straight, I'm going to lift you in three. One…two…"

Nanami heaved Gojo upright and the man let out another cry, staggering on his one good leg as he leaned heavily on Nanami. Nanami had to adjust for the added weight, but steadied Gojo enough for him to stay upright without putting any weight on his injured leg.

Gojo clung to him tightly, panting, sweat actually pouring down his face.

"God, it hurts. Why the hell does it hurt so bad?" Gojo gasped, fingers tight in Nanami's coat, knuckles white. "I can't…it's not healing."

"Don't overexert yourself," Nanami told him. "Shoko will be able to do better than you will."

"You kidding? Her bedside manner's worse than yours," Gojo murmured.

Nanami grunted, getting an even firmer grip on the other man. "Ready?"

Gojo nodded tightly.

Nanami started them on the slow crawl to the stairs. Every hobbling step pulled a sound of pain from Gojo as he leaned more and more heavily against Nanami. But eventually they got there, even though Nanami had to practically carry Gojo up the stairs—and honestly at that point he thought it might have been easier to just throw the other man over his shoulder.

But they got to the top and out of the building. Gojo whimpered in relief as the car came into view.

"Just a little further," Nanami felt the need to reassure as he was supporting at least 99% of Gojo's body weight right now. The man was a lot more solid than he looked.

"Hey," Gojo murmured quietly, sounding exhausted and pretty out of it by this point. "Thanks for coming for me…Nanami." He took a deep breath. "For a while…didn't think I…was gonna…ya know. Ran out of…options."

The honest admission briefly sent Nanami for a loop. He had to double check that the man he was practically carrying was Gojo Satoru. It was so out of the ordinary that he began to feel his chest tighten with an unknown emotion toward Gojo. One he didn't normally reserve for the cocky sorcerer.

Sentiment was too much. But Gojo was his comrade, at most a brother in arms. Did Nanami respect him? No. His ideals were too far from what Nanami's were, and while he could admit that his teaching methods were effective, they left a bitter taste in Nanami's mouth who didn't condone putting students in danger the way Gojo did. The only thing that quelled his vitriol on that matter was the fact that he knew well enough that for all the danger he might throw his students into, Gojo would throw himself at something ten times more dangerous. Alone. Nanami had come to realize it might be more of a disconnect that led Gojo to make the decisions he did, than any inner malice. It would be difficult for someone who was essentially untouchable to comprehend how dangerous certain situations could be—case in point. So no, Nanami didn't necessarily respect Gojo as a man, but he did respect his powers—grudgingly—and how he used them. It would be stupid not to.

But now this admission of honest human weakness…maybe it did cause Nanami to have to admit just a little respect for the man. At the very least, he couldn't bring himself to be annoyed with Gojo at the moment. Though that might also have something to do with the fact that the white-haired man was pretty much passing out on his feet and didn't have the energy to be annoying.

"Did you really think we would leave you there?" Nanami asked him gruffly as they finally got to the car. He opened the passenger door and bent to slide the seat back before helping Gojo sit. "Don't be an idiot."

Gojo gritted his teeth as Nanami lowered him down and laid back gratefully in the seat, closing his eyes as Nanami adjusted his leg, lifting it carefully into the footwell. "No, I knew you'd come," he said, then one eye opened and there was a smirk turning up one corner of his mouth. "Wait till Shoko hears that you were so eager to get to me you started ripping off my clothes—"

Nanami slammed the door on him, feeling that small speck of respect instantly replaced with annoyance again. He grabbed his keys from his pocket as he reached for the driver's side door.

He supposed it was too much to ask that some things could ever change.

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