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pastel-rights · 8 months

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oh this anon finally decided to come around [insert tracy happy here]

uhhh it'll be underneath the cut because it's gonna be. long as hell BWAHAHA apologizing ahead of time if I get sappy 😶‍🌫️

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Rina [ My first real internet friend 🫡]

RINAAA I see you. I see your art. I perceive you.

And, even if we don't talk as much as we used to in the past, you'll always be the first of many great people I've met. And, I really love and appreciate your presence in my life. Dare I say it was life-altering!!

Ocean, Shamia, Arella, and all your other ocs, I'm cradling them in the palms on my hands so so lovingly. I have so many things I need to tell you to be honest !! But goddamnit I have work every night so I'm always busy doing something wahhhh

Anyways.

New Shamia reference when? I need to draw her and her blonde bitchass dog [ jack ] again they're so funny and I miss them 😭

Blue [ My lifelong irl to internet friend ]

From an IRL friend to now an online friend, we just can't get rid of each other. You're so cool...

You don't use tumblr so, I won't talk much further... but I do appreciate you. And all your silly Itto shrine moments.

Tae [ My Beloved Wife 🫶🏼]

She's the Cro to my Lee.

The Shuichi to my Kaede.

The President Barbie to my Stereotypical Barbie.

The Kafka to my Bladie [ unfortunately /lh ]

Theeeee Raiden Ei to my Yae Mikooooo.

My wife is many things to me!! I really really love your art and your writing, and you're always so kind and funny and I just wanna grrrrr I just want to hold all your ocs and all your muses so close I love them all 😭😭😭

although

YOU.

YOU

FUCKING

ASSHOLE /lh

THAT ORPHY EDIT. THOSE KAFKA BLADIE EDITS. THAT PEACE AND FRIENDSHIP TRIO EDIT. TRYING TO GASLIGHT ME INTO THINKING EVERYONE ELSE ISNT REAL. THE MURDER. THE KIDNAPPING. THE DART. THE FUCKING DART. OUGHHHHHHHHH

I HOPE YOU FALL THROUGH THE SKY, JOHN. KER-FUCKING-SPLAT, BITCH. I think you've driven me insane. A little bit.

But.

We're so good we are so good. Don't even WORRY about it.

Sam [ My Infamous Brother-in-Tumblr Law ]

Sam you're so. /pos

I think the Immortalpheus AU has permanently altered my perception on life.

Your writing is. well. it's painful /pos

You're so cryptic and really funny yet you and your sister make me say some weird shit during work. Like the uno cards and the Dazai shenanigans and Immortalpheus moments and whenever you drop some life shattering fics and shit you drop on others.

Crazy.

You're a very nice and fun person, all jokes aside!! You're very cool and very amazing and a delight to game with and just fun to be around??? your AU lore and your bots and everything is just so.

mwah

good friend good friend!!

french /j

Piano Immortalpheus forever immortalized isn’t that funny

Navi [ My detective in arms ]

NAVI.

OUGH.

THOSE VERITY JOURNAL ENTIRIES.

IM SO.

OUGHHHHHHH

Your art and your way of expressing your characters and your son in your writing are just soooo good I rotate them in my head so often.

Whenever I see you posting about your crimes to Tumblr, I simply giggle. Get em, Navi!!

We don't talk very often but like. I'd love to talk more. plot. commit shenanigans. heart hands.

Fifi [ fucking fifi /lh ]

I want to clasp my hands around your neck and rattle you violently /lh /pos

How are we friends /lh

We've been friends so long, it's kind of insane??? I remember first talking to you during Amy's opening event and everything just sort of spiraled from there... and every day with you is. an experience!! /pos

Still waiting for the Tower Bifty interaction fr fr [ they try to murder each other within the first five replies /j ]

Carrie [ my favorite mike enjoyer ]

CARRRIEEEEE

Number One Mike enthusiast the real Mike enjoyer.

Im always so giddy whenever you occasionally message me, even if it's just to check on me or show me how you torment Sam /lh and your writing and way of interpreting differing IDV characters and skins is so good??? I love reading them they make me so giggly.

Overall 10/10 friend would ramble to given the chance

Pins [ my boss /ih ]

MAFIA FISHHHHHHHHHH

stunning

beautiful

talented

pink enthusiast

My actual best friend, dare i say the bestest friend in the world???? every moment I spend with you is a blissful and amazing moment, and you've been through so much with me and the fact you stayed throughout it all????

I'm just... really glad you chose to stick with me this long. I can be a very abrasive and impulsive person, and yet you care for me, even with all my flaws and I think that just... says a lot about you.

You're the Jade to my Chiaki.

The Rook to my Epel.

The Deuce to my Ace!

Also your art just solos everything I glow whenever I see it

Skye [ my twst buddy !! ]

Grabs you

Holds you

Rattles you

Is friend.

Is friend shaped.

Approved /lh

Four [ floyd kinnie moment ]

Stop tormenting me with the take a break floyds you SCARE me

Never will be over the fucking

Ghostbusters Floyd edit

I flex my Beans Floyd in memory of you

You’re not dead I think you’re just somewhere in the distance squeezing someone like your life depends on it

10/10 friend when we ignore the four imposed breaks /j

Beth [ my favorite aesop and naib enjoyer ]

You.

Holds you gently.

The Aesop player

The Panda Naib haver.

The beloved

The silly.

✨ Beth ✨

Your art? Immaculate. I such a adoration for your art, and whenever I’m able to catch your drawing streams??? I’m just in awe!! Your colors and outfit inspirations are just so cute so nice so well done???

You’re so. You’re so cool uwahhh

MarioGuy [ where do you keep coming from I know damn well it isn't the door /lh ]

I feel like you kind of just break into my house sometimes and make yourself known before randomly disappearing through a non existent back door /pos

You’re a delight to be around!! Every match with you is a bit. It’s uhm. Something!! /lh

Please stop breaking into my home

Rice [ i occasionally remember that Mi Bianca thing and cry a little ]

Every time I see you pop up in my notifications I just smile and giggle.

We don’t talk often but you’re just so cool and awesome and your muses are so funky fresh and your art is so good and ????

Yeah.

Klai [ you. ]

You.

Chaos gremlin.

You never learn.

But you’re funny so I guess it’s okay.

Your art is so. It’s like a shiny gem 💎 and I WANT it. Holding it hostage.

My precious friend’s doodles.

Never trusting you to prime a cipher though. No hard feelings /lh

10/10 friend!! 0/10 decoder though /j

Orange [ ORANGEEEE my favorite chaos gremlin ]

ORANGEEEEE 🍊

So funny

So talented

So cool

So so cool

Your art is so good, you’re so funny and talented and a wonder to talk to. Your ideas are so creative so unique and yet so unequivocally you and I just…

I love it!!

Orange stop being so cool /j

Clown [ the greatest step-parent on the scene!! ]

This is utter insanity Clown you can’t be EVERY MUSE’S step parents there has to be a LIMIT!!!

A LINE in the SAND!!!!

Clown PLEASEEE

But also your art.

I’ve talked so much about everyone’s art

Yours reminds me of the feeling of waking up on a snow day and realizing school is canceled.

It’s always such a delight to see!!

And while every time you open your mouth, I get a little more worried about you, you’re so so cool /lh

Lupi [ you. x2 ]

imagine arson? imagine it no more im approaching your house at rapidly increasing speeds with my hello kitty lighter /j

Sleepy [ 🫡 ]

Sleepy!! 🫂 so cool,,, you’re so cool,,, /pos

Emma [ Sorry. Only one monster lover can exist in this server peacefully. GET EM. - emma ]

The caption says it all.

Also Tatya stop accidentally seducing all the muses or nearly getting stabbed or exploded or hypnotized you are worrying the GIRLIES! /lh

Al [ you have the vibes of the drunk wine family member in a /pos way ]

I don’t talk to you often but whenever you come around, it makes me so giggly. You’re very funny and your art slaps!!

Joe [ joe the silliest ]

JOE

Joe

Joe!

Your art? Funky fresh.

The lore? So interesting I love the little snippets I see floating around.

You’re so creative

Your Embrace is so funny they scream sacrificial lamb uncle who’s kind of fun at parties /lh

They’ve also got a really nice and warm personality, chaotic yet chill and relatable.

Kind of reminds me of Sam but without the entities 🫶🏼

Nakki [ you. x3 ]

Grabs you like a squeaky toy

That’s it that’s everything tbh

Kory, Boris, Brian [ and the rest of the McMun's Hut /lh ]

And this goes out to all my friends and acquaintances in the McMun’s hut! What is wrong with all of you /pos/lh (except you Boris, you’re an Angel)

Everyone there is super chill and super nice, and they’re a lot of fun to be around. So many differing personalities yet it’s always a vibe somehow.

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m1ckeyb3rry · 8 months

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Pomegranate Ink: VIII

Series Synopsis: Unable to heal but willing to fight, with a fiancé in Kyoto and a last name that looms over everything you do, you accept an offer to study at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. What you did not know was that your salvation and your ruination alike would soon join you at the school, neatly wrapped in the form of a boy followed by death.

Chapter Synopsis: The teamwork challenge unleashes a side of Yuta that you have never seen.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 7.6k

Content Warnings: angst, misogyny, naoya zenin, forbidden relationships, canon-typical violence, character death, original characters included

A/N: PART ONE OF THEEEEE EXCHANGE EVENT

With the air somewhat cleared between you and Yuta, you settled into a tenser version of your earlier avoidance. Studiously averting your gazes when you passed each other, jerking away from the slightest brushes of fingers — it was almost worse than before. It felt so charged, like there was electricity between you, like you might short-circuit at every single small moment. His eyes on you no longer felt like grief; instead, he was stripping your soul bare, seeing straight through to your heart whenever he stared at you. And the worst thing was that you wanted him to keep looking until there was not an inch of you that he did not know as familiarly as his own self.

It made sitting next to Noritoshi for your meals nearly torturous. Yuta stayed with Gojo, and though he pretended to listen to him, his eyes were solely focused on you. You could feel it, feel the way he was burning into you until you were practically on fire with it, fumbling to respond to whatever question Noritoshi or Mai had asked you and attempting to disguise how badly you wanted to glance at the next table over.

The morning of the teamwork challenge, you and Yuta were to dine alone so that you could formulate a strategy for it. You picked at your food, waiting for him to speak first. You weren’t meant to do much but slow him down, so your opinion would probably make things worse.

“What do you think we should do?” he said after a minute, taking a bite of his cereal and staring at you with his dark, poison-blue eyes.

“Me?” you said.

“There’s no one else here, is there?” he said, not even disdainfully. “Of course I’m asking you. You’re way smarter than me, plus you know much more — about jujutsu and about the opposite team in general.”

“I guess that’s true,” you said.

“So, what’re your ideas?” he said. “Want some pomegranate seeds?”

“Sure,” you said, accepting the handful he handed you and tossing them into your mouth, marvelling at the way both your fingers and his were purple now. “Okay, I think that they’re going to focus on trying to get us out before they worry about exorcising the grade 2. Handling the curse itself shouldn’t be too difficult, not when they have so many strong sorcerers on their team, but I’m sure they’ll be anticipating that same level of ease for us. They’re going to bank on overwhelming us so that we’re unable to compete in the challenge at all.”

“Who do you think will attack us?” he said. “I’m sure a couple of them will go after the curse.”

“Right. I don’t know much about their techniques, only Noritoshi’s, but I’m willing to bet he’ll be one of the ones that’ll attack us. His technique is blood manipulation, although it only works on his own blood — don’t think that holds him back, he usually stocks up on vials beforehand so that he can fight without passing out,” you said. Yuta frowned.

“He’ll still run out eventually, so that’s nothing to worry about. The one I’m scared of is Todo,” he said.

“Likewise,” you said, “If I had to guess, he’ll be attacking us — I mean, he all but gave it away, and anyways, he doesn’t seem the type to stay away from a fight. We can count on him to be an opponent; Mechamaru and possibly Miwa as well. Mai and Momo don’t seem the type to engage in all out brawling, but at the same time, we could be surprised.”

“Right. I’m sure they don’t expect you to be doing anything much, but you’ll show them all up, so we should operate under the assumption that they have a few tricks up their sleeve, too,” he said.

“Our main goal should be to get rid of the curse before they can injure us too badly. If we do that before sundown, we’re guaranteed to win,” you said.

“But how are we going to find one little curse in the entire forest?” he said.

“That can be my job. Not to be arrogant, but I’m skilled enough at cursed signature direction. I’ll probably be able to lead you to it, though that means you’ll have to watch my back,” you said.

“Already planning on it,” he said with a nod. “That sounds good, by the way. Oh, and can you give me any advice on fighting your future husband?”

You tried to recall if you had ever seen Noritoshi even training, but you shook your head in disappointment when you realized you hadn’t.

“Sorry, but it’s not a woman’s place to take part in training. I’ve never so much as seen him use his technique in even a mundane way; I only know the principles from what he’s explained to me,” you said.

“Don’t apologize. That wasn’t your fault,” he said. “We’ll go in blind. Worst comes to worst, I’ll set Rika on them, though I’d prefer not to unless necessary.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you said, relieved that he wasn’t upset at your lack of information. Thinking it over for a little longer and reaching over the table to snatch more pomegranate seeds from Yuta, you bit your lip.

“Is something on your mind?” he said.

“Keep your weak spots covered,” you said finally. “I don’t trust them. Mai claims she told us the challenge so that I would believe her to be the better sister over Maki, but I think she had ulterior motives. Specifically, they’re hoping we’ll split up — after all, if the main objective is just for us to kill the curse, then it would make more sense. Her line about sabotage being allowed wasn’t a warning but an invitation to do the same back. They’re hoping I try to get in a fight and lose; from there, they can focus their energy on getting rid of you. Not to sound needy, but I’d prefer if we stick together.”

“I wouldn’t have let you go anywhere without me,” Yuta said. “Like I told your fiancé, I’m not letting you get hurt. If even a drop of your blood is spilled, I’ll — I’ll —”

“Yuta,” you said, standing and placing a hand on his shoulder, chewing on the inside of your cheek to focus yourself, “It’ll be alright. I’m sure my family is here to watch, so if anything happens, to anyone, they’ll be healed almost instantly.”

“I don’t care,” he said. “If they do anything to you, I’ll do it back to them, but worse.”

Nobody had ever defended you so staunchly. Checking to make sure there was nobody at the door, you bent over to hug him. He inhaled sharply, but before he could reciprocate, you had let go.

“We should go,” you said. “We probably don’t want to keep Gojo waiting.”

“You’re, um, right,” he said, blushing and racing after you.

“Where were we supposed to meet again? The entrance to the forest, right?” you said.

“I think so. It makes as much sense as anything,” he said. You nodded, brightening when you saw Gojo towering above everyone else, his trademark white hair setting him apart from the others, as if his height was not enough.

“Gojo! Are we late?” you said. He grinned when he saw the two of you.

“Not at all! In fact, you’re right on time. The Kyoto students will be starting in a different entrance to the forest, in the interest of fairness and all of that, but obviously you both have a few more fans,” he explained.

“Are those my parents?” you said.

“Hm? I guess so. Why, do you wanna say hi or something?” he said.

“If there’s time,” you said.

“Go ahead,” he said, “I’m sure they’ll be happy to see you.”

That was all you needed to race over towards your mother and father. You had forgiven them for whatever they had done to you a long time ago; holding anger in your heart hurt you more than it hurt them.

“Mother, father,” you said.

“Y/N,” your father said. “I never thought I’d see the day a L/N would partake in such a foolish event.”

You were not even surprised; you knew his opinions on fighting well. He was a healer — he had seen injuries far beyond your comprehension, had looked at patients and realized he could not save them. He fought greater wars than you, and they left him bitter and jaded to the frivolity of mock battles such as the exchange event.

“I think it will be fun. Yuta is an amazing teammate; though we are heavily outnumbered, it’s my sincere belief that we might have a chance,” you said.

“I earnestly hope that you may prove yourself skilled at least this one thing,” your father said before leaving you behind. Your mother sighed.

“Despite his faults, he has never treated me as less for birthing the first L/N in history unable to use the Reverse Cursed Technique of Composition. He has not taken another wife, and he has not kicked you out of the clan. It could be worse, Y/N; it could be like the Zenins,” she reminded you.

“It’s not much better than the Zenins,” you said. “I am treated as livestock. Would he care if Noritoshi hurt me, as long as it secured his position in society?”

“It’s a moot point,” your mother said. “Noritoshi is kind.”

“I am a better fighter than anyone in our family,” you said. “I may be unable to heal, but I am not worthless. I am more than your ticket into the Kamo clan’s good graces.”

“Prove it. Please, show everyone that I am not of no good, that it was not a mistake for your father to marry a woman with no cursed technique,” she said.

“Perhaps it was a mistake on his part,” you said, “I wouldn’t know. At least he married someone he loved; isn’t there something to be said for that? It’s a chance I’ll never get. Maybe it’s your fault. Maybe it’s my father’s. Maybe it’s mine. I can only say without a shadow of a doubt that your weakness is your own doing, because my very best friend has no cursed energy at all, and she is one of the strongest people I know.”

“Maki Zenin,” she said. “You have been spending time with her?”

“She is one of the people that I love most in this world,” you said. “It would do you good to not speak ill of her.”

“Y/N! It’s almost time!” Gojo shouted.

“And he is my teacher,” you said, nodding towards Gojo, “If my father wishes to kick me out should I fail today, I will seek refuge with the Gojo clan. I’d most likely be happier that way.”

This was not the first time you had ever seen your mother cry, though it was the first time that you had directly caused it.

“You are my baby,” she said. “I don’t want them to take you from me, but I can’t — what sway do I have against them?”

“I don’t blame you, mother. Your weakness, choice or not, rendered you useless. You did the best you thought you could in a circumstance that favored no one but the men of the L/N clan. It’s not like I hold any hatred for my family; perhaps indifference is the best word for it. You should try it,” you said, and then you softened and hugged her, “I wish things could’ve been better for you.”

Your father had fallen in love with your mother when they were young. She had been a model — it was from her you inherited your supposed beauty. He had been so smitten that he had not even cared she was a regular woman with little cursed energy and no name to speak of; he had all but demanded her hand in marriage, and she had given in quickly, grateful that he gave a name to the monsters she had been followed by since childhood. She was able to see the curses, which was a plus in the eyes of the L/N higher ups, who approved of the match only because of how gorgeous she was.

You often believed they regretted it now that you were so useless to their bloodline, taking out their frustrations on your mother, who really did not deserve it. She was too dependent on your father to do anything but meekly take it, and you were being genuine when you wanted better for her.

If you could heal, things would be better for her. But you couldn’t, so she was stuck being the scapegoat of the L/N clan members, the reason for all of their problems and the bane of their existences.

“Is your mother okay?” Yuta said.

“If Gojo could check on her later, I’d appreciate it, but she’ll live either way,” you said, well-used to filtering out the sound of her sobs. Gojo gave you a thumbs up.

“Anything for the lovely Mrs. L/N! She’s always been kind to me. Did you know, when I was a child, she’d sometimes babysit me? And she made cookies and everything! This was before you were born, of course. After that, I stopped seeing her at all,” Gojo said.

“I didn’t know that, actually,” you said. “Good for you, I guess that makes us more like siblings than I realized.”

“Aw, you’re my baby sister!” he said, squeezing you into a hug so tight that your ribs almost snapped. Taking advantage of your newfound closeness, he whispered in your ear, “Watch out for Mai. Though she’s not as strong as Noritoshi, Todo, and Mechamaru, her whole clan is watching her, and she needs to display her best efforts in order to gain approval. I wouldn’t put cheating past her.”

“Let me go,” you wheezed, nodding to show him you had heard the message and then squirming away and dusting yourself off. “Ready, Yuta?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he said with a wry grin. You chuckled.

“Ooh, I should get back to the officials’ room before I get yelled at by the principal!” Gojo said. “Good luck, you two!”

He was gone in an instant, which led you to believe he had teleported away. Yuta seemed bewildered, probably unsure of how Gojo had just vanished, but you were too on edge to explain it to him.

The crackle of the intercom cut through the still morning air. Gojo cleared his throat, his familiar exuberant voice booming through the forest.

“Students of Jujutsu Tech! I am pleased to announce that the exchange event between our two sister campuses has officially begun. May the best school win!”

“How’d he get there so quickly?” Yuta said as you took off in a sprint.

“He can occasionally teleport,” you said. “It’s best if you don’t question it; put it down to Gojo being Gojo and move on.”

“Got it. Any traces of the curse?” you said. You grabbed his hand tightly and closed your eyes, trusting him to guide you while you reached out with your cursed energy to try and detect your target.

“It’s not nearby,” you said, opening your eyes just in time to leap over a tree root. “Did you really think it’d be that easy?”

“One can always hope,” he said. “It’s supposed to be released somewhere near the middle of the forest, right? But those things move around quickly, so who knows where it’s gotten to by now?”

“That’s fair,” you said. “Oh, and by the way, Gojo said we need to be careful of Mai.”

“Mai? She’s the one who brought your luggage? Noted,” Yuta said.

“I don’t sense any of them around here, though,” you said. “We’re in the clear for a bit.”

“It’s so cool that you’re able to do that. I’ve tried, but I’ve never been able to. Even Toge, Panda, and Tullia can’t, not to the level that you can,” Yuta said.

“Part of it is that I inherently have more cursed energy than them, but another part is the nature of my technique. Because I can sense weak spots, it makes it easier for me to pick out the entire shape of a cursed signature,” you explained. “Your problem is Rika; at the moment, her energy is like white noise for you, drowning everything else out. Once you’ve figured out how to differentiate between her signature and other lifeforms, you’ll be better than me.”

“You’ll have to teach me how,” he said.

“Gladly. Duck!” you said as a spider-like curse hung down to greet you. You threw a needle over Yuta’s head, hitting it straight in its middle eye and watching in satisfaction as it burst into black goo.

“Good catch,” he said in approval, stopping to inspect the puddle of the curse’s remains.

“It’s what I’m here for,” you said. “Let’s keep moving. We’re going to meet the other team sooner or later, and I’d rather not be still when we do.”

You continued in this way, exorcising the lower level curses when you saw them and periodically pausing to catch your breath and scan the area. But neither the grade 2 curse nor the Kyoto students’ cursed signatures were evident, and each time, you’d shake your head in resignation and then continue to run.

“Still nothing?” Yuta said when you had stopped to take a drink of water. You closed your eyes, letting the world fade away and searching only for cursed energy.

“No — wait, yes!” you said, your eyes flying open as you detected a presence you knew very well. But you were too late; arrows with their tips coated in blood were flying at you, faster than you imagined you could run. Noritoshi had found you and Yuta, and he had shot his bow at you, the weaker of the duo — just as you had predicted he and the others would. You prepared to take the hit, raising your arms to block the arrows from piercing your heart, when you were grabbed by something. There was a clinking sound, metal on metal, and your lips parted in shock when you realized you hadn’t gotten hurt at all.

Yuta had saved you, pulling you into his chest. One arm held you protectively to him, while the other gripped the hilt of his sword, which he must’ve unsheathed at some point, too fast for you to see. He had blocked the arrows with it, and when you looked up, he was glaring out into the distance, jaw clenched. He was no longer your pretty, sweet friend who often resembled a frightened woodland creature — this was Yuta Okkotsu, the special-grade sorcerer.

“Low blow, Kamo!” he shouted. “Trying to hit her when her eyes are closed? Only a coward would try such a thing!”

In response, another volley of arrows were launched at you. Yuta tightened his grasp on you, and in a flash like lightning, sliced through every single one. He was so viciously effective that there was a breeze in the wake of his strikes, which meant he had either held back when you had sparred with him or had been training tirelessly since.

“Let me go, Yuta,” you murmured, “I’m only slowing you down. You can only use one hand, but you need both to be effective.”

It was true; with you clinging to him, he could not go on the offense. You were serving exactly the purpose you were supposed to, and you hated it, hated knowing that your father could see you right now and was probably laughing at the fact that you needed to be saved.

“I’m fine,” he protested.

“I’m slowing you down,” you said again. “We need to split up.”

“No,” he hissed, slashing away more of Noritoshi’s arrows. “Don’t you remember earlier? We both decided that we wouldn’t. If you get hurt and I’m not there to stop it, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Just until you beat Noritoshi,” you promised. “Come find me then. I can hold my own until you’ve beat him.”

“Are you sure?” he said.

“Positive. Cover my back while I run, and make sure my most dearly beloved doesn’t follow me,” you said, scowling in the general direction that the arrows were coming from.

“I’ll be there as soon as possible,” he said, reluctantly retracting his arm and rearranging his body into a proper stance. You did not wait for Noritoshi’s next attack, dashing further into the forest with a few needles in your hand.

It was entirely silent; you ran for who knew how long, adrenaline pumping through you. You could not be sure if Yuta’s fight with Noritoshi had ended, and because you were alone, you could not focus enough to specialize your cursed signature detection to feel out a larger radius or figure out the identity of any pursuers.

“New Shadow Style: Simple Domain!” a feminine voice barked out. You skidded to a stop, recognizing the technique to be an auto-hit. You were not athletic enough to dodge the blade the way Maki could, so you had to make sure you did not enter the area of the Simple Domain. Looking around, you saw a girl with blue hair clutching the hilt of her sword and staring at you with a determined expression — it was Miwa.

“My apologies,” you said, “But I know how that trick works, so you’re out of luck. Dissection!”

You threw a needle into the bright white glow of her jaw; her eyes widened before shutting as she passed out, overcome by the hit to her weak spot. Although you had not hit it in a lethal way, it had been close enough to knock her unconscious, due to the shock to her system. You hoped that she would be alright and not get attacked by any curses in her vulnerable state, but at this point, it was not your problem, so you continued on your way without a backwards glance.

The next person you rammed into was Todo, and you swore so loudly at this that you knew your grandfather would’ve rinsed your mouth out with soap if he had been with you. But as it was, Todo only pouted — a comical expression, coming from him.

“Aw, it’s you. I was hoping it’d be Okkotsu I’d get to fight first; Noritoshi was supposed to get rid of you nice and neat. There’s no pleasure in fighting a weak opponent,” he said.

“Excuse me?” you said indignantly. “Not to say that I’m strong or anything, but you don’t have to be so blunt about it.”

“I know that you are my role model’s ideal woman, but I…I am sorry. I must do this,” he said.

“Since when has he been your role model?” you said, knowing that he meant Yuta, not Noritoshi, and silently thanking him for not exposing you in front of all of jujutsu society. All eyes would be on you at the moment, even if the outcome of the fight was predetermined. There was no way you could beat Todo, not in this lifetime nor any other, not in a straight out hand-to-hand match. If you had gotten the jump on him, then it would be simple, but as it was, you were outclassed in every sense of the word.

“Why, he’s been my idol from the start! His type of woman…I’ve never encountered anything like it!” Todo said, lunging at you before you could respond. You yelped, ducking under his fist and kneeing him in the groin while he was distracted. Though he winced, he powered through and caught your raised leg, using it to throw you to the ground.

You whimpered as dust plumed up around you. Todo was like a mountain, blocking out the sun as you looked up at him in fear. He cocked his fist back, and you fought to scramble away when you realized that he was going to slam it into your face, probably leaving you with a concussion and possibly even a broken nose.

Silver tore through the air, and then blood erupted like a volcano, flowing from Todo’s arms and chest and dripping onto you before you were yanked to your feet by none other than Yuta.

“Your fight is with me,” he said levelly, pointing his sword, which was now more red than anything, at Todo. “Leave her out of it.”

“Okkotsu!” Todo said in delight, despite the fact that Yuta had just gouged deep gashes into both of his forearms and an ‘x’ over his entire torso. “Good to see you!”

“Get out of here,” Yuta said to you, voice low and commanding. “I don’t want him taking advantage of your presence, and I don’t want you covered in his blood.”

“His blood?” you said. He smiled at you; the friendliness contrasted sharply with the crimson stains littering his clothes and the gore splattered on his cheek.

“He’s nothing compared to me,” he said, idly spinning his sword in one hand almost cockily, though you knew Yuta far too well to ever think of him as cocky. “He won’t be able to spill a single drop of mine.”

For some reason, despite how tiny Yuta looked compared to Todo, you believed him. The way he handled his sword, the dangerous glint in his eyes — he barely bottling up his fury, and Todo would be the unfortunate one to receive the brunt of it. Special-grade sorcerer. You nodded.

“Be careful,” you said anyways. “I’ll hate you forever if you get hurt.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” he said, turning his attention back to Todo, who had been shoring up his reserves of cursed energy. You did not wait to see how the fight would go, once again running into the forest.

“Stupid curse,” you said under your breath. “Where’d you go?”

If you could exorcise the curse, the event would be over, and then you wouldn’t have to worry about getting into fights with the other students. You had already exorcised a grade 2 before, back at Gojo’s bakery, so you were certain that you could do at least that much, which boosted your confidence a little.

A whistling sound was the only warning you got that something was headed your way, though you could not sense any cursed energy in the vicinity. You stepped to the side, hissing in pain as the rubber bullet grazed your cheek. Drops of blood welled on your skin, and you wiped away at them in irritation.

A gun — somebody had shot at you. You changed course, spinning on your heel to follow the bullet’s trajectory. You had an inkling you knew who had aimed at you, and when you reached the tall tree she was sitting in, your suspicions were confirmed. She blew on the revolver delicately and batted her eyelashes at you.

“Mai,” you said, “How sweet of you to try and shoot me.”

She dropped to the ground in front of you, curtseying a little. You were unamused, crossing your arms.

“We ladies have to keep it elegant, don’t we? It’s important to be graceful in all aspects,” she said.

“You shot me when I could not even see you. I fail to see the grace in that,” you said. You did not even need your cursed technique to know her weak spots; she, like every other human, would fall if you hit her on the nape of her neck, her jaw, or her heart.

“It’s graceful in that we aren’t dealing with those boorish kicks and punches that I’m sure the men are partaking in. I see you’re covered in blood; am I to assume it’s not yours?” she said.

“It’s Todo’s,” you said. You could see the alarm rising in her irises; Todo was their weapon, their strongest, the one to be feared. For him to have bled so much was more than she must have expected, and she finally broke character, snarling and raising her gun at you once again.

“You’ll pay for that,” she said.

“It wasn’t me that hurt him,” you said, brandishing your needles, “But it will be me who hurts you.”

It came down to who was faster: you or Mai. You had trained so extensively with Maki, however, that Mai just felt like a cheaper version of her sister, a pale imitation or something like that. Even though they were on bad terms, they were still twins, creepily similar in the mannerisms, in the way they fought and moved. It was simple for you to predict what Mai would do next, so you dropped into a split, out of the path of the bullet she shot even as you sent a needle flying at her heart.

It struck her in the sternum, which would temporarily paralyze her, the way Yuta had been the day you had practiced together. She fell backwards, thudding into the grass with a shriek. You swept your leg forward, using it to stand in a fluid motion.

“Seems like your efforts were in vain,” you said flatly, “I still like Maki more. She’s the reason that I was able to beat you, after all. And you know what else? I think she’s probably far kinder, too.”

“Don’t leave me here like this!” she called out.

“You won’t be paralyzed forever. I’m sure it’ll wear off by the time the event is over,” you said over your shoulder, bending to pick up your discarded needle and tucking it back in your pocket.

The ground itself seemed to shake, and in the distance, you could hear a man shout in agonized defeat.

“This isn’t the end, Okkotsu!”

The ground shook again, and a bird cawed in alarm before everything went preternaturally still. There was something like death approaching, and you were more likely than not going to end up its next target. You took out another needle, but your hands shook this time around. How would you fight something so many leagues above you?

Yuta appeared like a ghost, even bloodier than before, though true to his word, he seemed relatively unharmed. His eyes lit up when he saw you, but when he drew nearer, his entire demeanor darkened.

“Yuta! You beat Todo!” you said, only the threat of your audience stopping you from embracing him. He wiped a hand off on his pants and then placed it on your cheek, rubbing his thumb against it.

“You’re bleeding,” he said.

“Oh, it’s shallow —” you said.

“You’re bleeding,” he said insistently, “Who? Who did it?”

“One of Mai’s bullets just barely got me, but don’t worry, she’s out for the count,” you said, “Yuta, really, it’s alright. I’m fine.”

“It’s not alright,” he said. “You got hurt. You’re bleeding. I’m going to —”

“You’re being suspicious,” you mumbled under your breath. “Stop it.”

“So Todo and Mai are out,” he said.

“And Miwa, too. I was able to get her out earlier. What about Noritoshi?” you said.

“Not yet. He ran away a little bit after you were gone. Fucking wimp,” Yuta said. You did not correct him for the slight against Noritoshi, even though by all rights you should’ve. You were somewhat inclined to agree — at the moment, you were not exactly feeling fond of the boy that had tried to attack you.

“With Todo out, he’s our biggest worry for the moment, but we shouldn’t focus too much on him. Let’s just get rid of this grade 2 curse so we can get out of this dumb forest,” you said.

“No more splitting up,” he said. “I don’t care if you’re my handicap. I’m not letting you out of my sight anymore, not when the last time I did, you —”

“No more splitting up,” you agreed, cutting him off. The last thing you needed was for anyone to figure out that you and Yuta’s feelings for each other went beyond normal friendship. Already, you wouldn’t be surprised if Gojo had caught on, though he would be the last person to say something about it to anyone else.

You and Yuta marched through the forest, and though you longed to hold his hand or comfort him in some way, you knew you could not. So you just followed doggedly after him, occasionally using his shoulder to balance — which you did not need. You were more surefooted than him, but it was an excuse to touch him, to remind him that you were still there, that everything was alright.

“Do you feel anything off?” he said.

“If you mean cursed signatures, then no, I don’t,” you said.

“Hm,” he said, “Pity.”

It was as if some battle-god had possessed him. He was brutal, skulking through the forest like a jungle cat, and you wondered what it was that had tipped him over the edge. Would he have been this furious if he had not known that you cared for him, too? If he was still operating under the assumption that you were an untouchable paradigm of a woman and thus perfectly out of his reach, would his words have been as poisonous when he saw the cut on your cheek? Now that you were something that could’ve been his, should’ve been his, it seemed he was guarding you with the zeal of a hornet.

You were prepared this time, already searching for Noritoshi’s signature, so when it registered on the edges of your peripheral vision, you did not hesitate to shout out a warning.

“Yuta!” you said. He was ready in an instant, tensed in readiness for the upcoming fight.

“Where?” he said.

“Over there,” you said. “In that tree.”

“He just loves to make things difficult, huh?” Yuta said, not even attempting to disguise his annoyance, “Won’t you come on down, Kamo?”

“Gladly,” Noritoshi said, dropping out of the tree. “I see you did a poor job at keeping your promises. It was a lofty goal, but in the end, it seemed she got hurt after all.”

Yuta did not have to look in your direction for you to understand the depth of the guilt that was pouring off of him; it was nearly tangible, drowning you in its vastness.

“I did,” he said, “I’m sorry. I won’t let her down again.”

He wasn’t apologizing to him; all of you knew that. Indeed, there was nothing but pure vitriol in his voice, surrounding him in crashing waves as he faced Noritoshi. It was as if every negative emotion he had ever felt was being directed towards him, and suddenly, you feared for your future husband. There was a terrible thought in your mind that Yuta — gentle Yuta, kind Yuta, special-grade sorcerer Yuta — would actually kill Noritoshi.

“Seems like you have a bad track record, so maybe you shouldn’t go around just saying things for the sake of them,” Noritoshi said, the blood vessels around his eyes bursting as he used his technique to adjust his internal levels of hormones.

It didn’t matter. Yuta was like a wild animal; no amount of doping would be enough to counteract him. He was untamed in the way he prowled amongst the trees, fearsome in his quick lunges and jabs. He was toying with Noritoshi, who was having trouble keeping up with Yuta, even though Yuta was merely playing games at this point. You took the moment to admire Yuta, the sleekness of his muscles and the broadness of his shoulders. It was hardly the time, but then again, when else would you have the chance? Nobody would be looking at you now, not when the biggest fight of the event was taking place.

It sounded like thunder when Yuta threw Noritoshi into the ground, his forearm crushing his throat and his knee jabbing into his stomach. He held the tip of his sword a hair’s breadth away from Noritoshi’s cheek and then smiled slightly. It was not his normal smile, the one you were accustomed to. It was dangerous and dark and cruel. Yuta was barely himself at the moment — or maybe this was the true him all along. Bloodthirsty and baying for revenge, frighteningly loyal and inhumanly strong.

“I told Y/N that whatever your team does to her, I’ll do it back, ten times worse. As you can see, her cheek got cut, so I think you know what that means,” he said, eerily calm even as he dug his blade into Noritshi’s face, cutting one cheek and then the other — not deep enough to be gory, but certainly, if they were not treated soon, they’d leave scars behind.

“That’s enough, Yuta,” you said when it became obvious Noritoshi was about to black out. “You’ve done enough, please stop now.”

“I never would’ve left her,” he said, almost inaudibly, as if you had not spoken, “If I were her fiancé, I wouldn’t have cared if we were on opposite sides. Not even the highest power in the world would be enough to convince me to hurt her! And yet you were willing to do so for some — some school event?”

“That’s because,” Noritoshi said, so softly that even you, who stood almost right next to them, had to strain your ears to hear. “I don’t love her. But you do.”

Yuta raised his sword at this; he was about to stab Noritoshi in the eye. That was an injury that even your father, the most talented Reverse Cursed Technique user currently alive, would have difficulty healing, but it seemed that he did not care. It was no longer just some school event — he was treating this like a legitimate fight, and he was blinded by the need to win.

“Yuta, no!” you said, throwing a needle at him, only sighing in relief when it lodged in the nape of his neck. His sword slipped from his grasp, clattering to the grass next to Noritoshi’s face as he slumped forwards.

“You saved me,” Noritoshi said in amazement, though he was unable to get up due to Yuta’s weight.

“Don’t take it personally,” you said. “I still haven’t forgiven you for attacking me earlier, jackass. And quit talking, you might make your face worse if you don’t.”

There — as if it had sensed the excitement, the grade 2 curse had crept out of the bushes. It resembled an enormous snail, and a foul stench emitted from the trails of slime it left behind it. You pinched your nostrils shut in an attempt to lessen the effects slightly.

“Dissection,” you said, your blocked nose making you sound stupidly stuffy as you did. The point where the snail’s body joined its shell glowed green, and you tried not to vomit as you sent a needle right at it. The snail dribbled into nothingness, thankfully taking the smell with it. You let out a breath of relief as Gojo and Iori came over the loudspeaker to announce that the Tokyo school had won the teamwork challenge.

By all rights, you should be happy — you had just used your technique to win the first half of the event for your school. Your father would have to be proud of you now; you had shown him, shown all of jujutsu society your worth. Staring at Yuta’s unconscious body and the bloody mess that was Noritoshi’s face, though, happiness felt like the furthest thing from your mind.

After you had showered and were dressed in your pajamas, you and Yuta crawled into your respective beds in awkward silence. What was there to say? His personality had switched so suddenly from a shy, fumbling wallflower into a nearly sadistic fighter that you could barely keep up. And then there was Noritoshi’s ominous comment from before you had attacked Yuta — whether a lucky guess or one based on fact, it remained that he had figured out Yuta’s feelings for you. Luckily, both boys had been speaking quietly enough that nobody else could’ve heard via the cameras and crows planted throughout the forest, but it didn’t matter. Noritoshi knowing was already the worst-case scenario.

Perhaps this was what emboldened you, in the end. What did you have to lose? There was no way he’d marry you now, not when he already had cause to scrutinize your interactions. And neither you nor Yuta were good enough at acting to fool him, so why continue to act? To suppress how you truly felt?

“I’m sorry for earlier,” Yuta said before you could open your mouth.

“It’s okay,” you said.

“It’s not. I could’ve done something bad,” he said.

“You were only trying to protect me. I won’t hold it against you. Anyways, nothing happened. Everyone’s slated for a full recovery with no lasting damage. The worst you’ve earned yourself is a couple of dirty looks from my father, but to be honest, you’ll survive those. If I can, then it’ll be easy for you,” you said, slipping out of your bed to sit next to him on his. He sat up, and he looked so adoring that it made some strange, deep part of you ache.

“I’m sorry I let you get hurt,” he said earnestly, “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to do more.”

“And I’m sorry,” you said, leaning into him and resting your head against the crook of his neck, exhaling at the way his pulse quickened, “I panicked and literally attacked you.”

“You did what you had to do. You stopped me from doing something horrible,” he said.

“Still, I feel bad. Take your shirt off,” you said.

“Uh, pardon?” he said.

“Nothing lewd!” you said, having forgotten the implications that your words could have, “I want to check you over. I want to make sure you’re alright.”

“I didn’t get hurt,” he said, obliging anyways. “None of them even touched me.”

“It’ll make me feel better,” you said, swallowing at the tautness of his muscles and activating your technique. You were getting better at not needing to say the name aloud anymore — evidence that you were growing stronger by the day.

“How do I look?” he said.

“Same old weak spots,” you said. They were a brilliant white; true to Yuta’s word, there wasn’t even the slightest bit of red on him.

“Could you remind me of where they are again? I believe I’ve forgotten,” he said.

“Is that so?” you said.

“Seems like it,” he said cheekily.

“Well, I believe that Toge is a bad influence on you,” you said.

“Maybe,” Yuta admitted. “He’s a bad influence on everyone.”

“True,” you murmured before resting your index finger on his heart. “Here’s one.”

“My heart,” he said.

“It’s beating so fast. Just like the other day,” you said.

“Have you figured out why yet?” he said. “Have I been drinking too much coffee?”

“I don’t mean to be vain,” you said, “But — call it a healer’s intuition — I think that it’s me causing your affliction.”

“Not much of a healer if you’re making me worse,” he said.

“My father could’ve told you that,” you said.

“Your father is an asshole,” he said.

“I won’t argue with you on that one,” you said.

“So, everything’s alright with my heart?” he said. You put your ear against his chest, allowing the steady rhythm to relax you, and then before you could second-guess yourself, you pressed your lips against the source of the sound.

“Perfectly fine,” you said. Yuta went as still as a statue at the sudden contact, almost like he was holding his breath. You pulled away to examine the nape of his neck, which was probably still tender from your earlier hit.

“Ouch,” he said when you accidentally put pressure on the spot your needle must have pierced him in. You kissed the sore point, over and over, as if the stories told to children were true, as if your lips held some sort of healing magic that your hands did not.

“Sorry,” you murmured between each peck, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“There’s more, right?” he said.

“You’ll be replacing me soon enough,” you said, “Yes. Your jaw’s one, too.”

He tilted his head back, allowing your full access to the expanse of his throat. You stroked it gently before kissing the regal curve, so close to where you wanted and yet so far. He made a small noise of content before frowning when you pulled away.

“That’s all?” he said.

“Yes, that’s all of them,” you confirmed. He shook his head.

“You missed one,” he said.

“I’m quite certain I didn’t,” you said, “This is my cursed technique, so I don’t see how you’re going to argue with me on it.”

“I’m quite certain you did,” he said, “Want me to show you?”

“Go ahead,” you challenged him, waiting for him to do something silly like point to his stomach, whereupon you’d explain that no, actually —

He kissed you. There was no refinement to it; neither of you had ever done anything of the sort, let alone often enough to have any sort of skill with it. It was messy and crude and wild, just like him, and then your fingers were in his hair and he was cupping your jaw and there was almost a sweetness to his desperation, to the way he practically devoured you. You surrendered to the feeling, and right when you thought you might die from a lack of air, he drew back with a gasp.

“See? Missed one,” he said, though he was anxious about it, seeking your approval, trying to discern whether you hated it, hated him.

“Your lips aren’t — they’re not —” you stuttered, for even thinking was a struggle when all your mind was aware of was that Yuta Okkotsu had just kissed you.

“They’re not,” he agreed shyly, “But you are. You — I think that you are my biggest weakness, Y/N L/N.”

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