Latest Posts by wuvmegumi - Page 2
気がするより、我妻善逸。
you and megumi are friends. close friends – or, for lack of better words, some might say soulmates (which you believe is an over exaggeration). but ever since the both of you met, everyone assumed you were dating for some odd reason.
they’d say things like, ‘you guys are so physical with each other.’ or, ‘you guys look at each other like you’re in love.’ there was also a time where one of your friends met megumi for the first time and mentioned something about both of you glancing at each other and then laughing when someone said something odd? yes, you understood what they were talking about but how does that mean you guys were dating?
either way, you and him paid no mind to it. besides, even if you did feel some sort of way for megumi, you’re sure he wouldn’t feel the same. it would be weird for the two of you to start suddenly dating when you’ve known each other for so long.
megumi’s friends are worse though.
they swear that he’s in love with you. they tease him about it all the time to the point where he’s so used to it. every time you hug him goodbye when his friends are over, behind your back, here goes nobara and yuji making kissy faces just to taunt him even more.
they always tell him that he’s “never looked at a girl the way you look at her.”
and maybe that might be true.
with your legs hanging over the bathroom sink, you sit on the cold surface, applying the face mask to his face, being careful to avoid his eyes and lips. he’s standing, hands pressed on either sides of the sink. if you looked down, you could see the prominent veins on his arm from the force he’s using to lean them on the sink.
his breaths are soft, and you’re close enough to see just how long his eyelashes are as they gently graze your fingers while you continue to apply the mask on his face.
“all done,” you smile, “you can open your eyes now.”
at the sound of you voice, his eyes fluttered open, blinking a couple of times, smiling at you before moving to the side to see his reflection past your body. once he gets a glimpse of his face though, the dark haired boy frowns.
“i look stupid,” he deadpans.
you giggle at the slight pout he has on his face, “you don’t, ‘gumi.” you place both hands on his shoulders before sliding them gently on either side of his neck. “you look like you take care of yourself. y’know, like a prince being pampered.”
megumi smiles at that. his heart flutters a bit and he doesn’t know why and he can’t help but rub his hands up your thighs, his silent way of saying thank you. his smile only deepens when you spread your arms around his shoulders once again.
anyone watching you both with no context might think you two were a couple, which are megumi’s exact thoughts. but even so, the thought of that makes his heart race; he finds that he wouldn’t mind if people thought this way.
he wonders if you can head his heart pounding outside his rib cage right now.
so, as a weak attempt to ignore the ache in his chest, he says, “you got my shirt dirty.”
“your fault for letting me wear it.” you smirk, “also, time’s up. you gotta wash your mask off now.”
you hop off the sink, searching though the cabinets to find where he put the washcloths. and megumi finds it endearing — you make yourself feel at home in his environment and he’s realized that’s all he ever wanted.
“thank you for this,” he says, genuine. you pause for a second, wondering where the sudden seriousness came from. “what would i do without you?”
a teasing smile found its way on your lips as you finally find the washcloths and turn the sink on to soak them in water. “maybe have dry skin.”
and he laughs; an airy one that’s so contagious that you can’t help but smile up at him through the mirror. it melts your heart, the stoic and calculating megumi fushiguro laughing openly at a little remark you made.
“oh?” he hums, hands wrapping around your waist and turning off the tap of the mirror. “‘s that so?”
his eyes didn’t leave your face for even a second, watching as you continued to soak and rinse the wash cloths. it all seems so natural, him casually having his arms around you and he swears you stiffen.
you turn, back leaning on the sink you were previously sitting on before gently nodding, “here,” you whisper gently, dabbing the wet cloth on his face. “you have to do it gently or it might irritate your sensitive skin.”
it makes him wonder — you know so much about him. from his favorite foods, shows on tv and songs, to what irritates his skin. you know when he is and isn’t feeling comfortable. you know his schedule just as well as you do the back of your hand.
so why don’t you know that when you look at him like that it does things to his heart?
“why do you look at me like that?” he whispers almost wistfully.
and just like that he feels you stiffen again, and he winces when he realizes it’s not the type that makes your heart race with butterflies, “like what?” you cock your head to the side, that familiar smile that megumi has grown to fall in love with still evident on your face.
like you want to fall in love with me, silly.
he shakes his head, “nevermind.”
you and megumi are close friends. and as much as megumi thinks about how you both could be so much more than the best friend title, he believes that he’d rather stay best friends than lose you to his sappy feelings.
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TRANQUILITY: 1 : the quality or state of being tranquil; calm.
or, in other words, SLEEPING WITH THE JJK BOYS
megumi fushiguro’s hand draws patterns along your spine, his other hand placed over his eyes. it’s dark, other wise, you’d be able to see the ghost of a smile on his lips. he’s giddy, even more than he normally is with you; knowing you trust him enough to allow yourself to be in this vulnerable state with him makes him want to smile until his cheeks burn.
itadori yuuji kisses up your jaw, behind your ear and on your nose before allowing himself to fully embrace you. he can’t exactly make out your features in the room, so he’s beyond thankful for his photographic memory. this way, he’s able to memorize the way your face looks before you sleep — your eyes in a haze and lips slightly parted, he mumbles, “you look like home.”
okkotsu yuuta snuggles silently against you. he places his hand gently on your head while he mumbles sweet nothings into your hair. his heart blooms when you giggle into the safety of his chest. he pinches your cheek before placing a quick kiss on it, waiting until he hears your labored breathing as a sign for him to give into sleep too.
inumaki toge’s breathing evens shortly after you place your fingers into his hair, with his head laying gently on your chest, ear placed to the sound of your heartbeat, he thinks this is the happiest he’s ever been. a content sigh leaves his lips as his arms wrap tightly around you.
Tumblr is just a nice little place where you can take off your ‘real person’ face and roll around in piles of garbage tailored to your unhinged hyperfocus five minutes before you stand up and go back to your zoom meeting
look. i just. want to talk about bakugou after your first big fight. bc i think he eventually becomes the type of person that knows when he's being too mean but he still can't stop. like you say one thing in defense to him and he takes it a step too far and immediately thinks, why the fuck did i say that—and then you get angrier and so he gets angrier and his inner monologue is just like shut up shut up shut up shut up before you say something you don't mean literally stop.
and so maybe he leaves, just to cool off.
not in the middle of the fight, but it's not resolved either. there's a lull between the little back and forth quips, all the "well i'm not saying that you—" and the "no, you're fuckin' saying—", the "don't cuss at me, katsuki—" and the "then don't talk to me like 'm—" and then it's silent. he's got more to say and so do you—but at the same time, he's just. over it. whatever started the argument in the first place has been left behind, anger moreso stemming from what's happened since the first shot was taken (by him, of fucking course), and he doesn't want to fight with you of all people. not you.
and the longer he's gone, the more it just spins around and around in his head. everything he said and the way he said it and why he said it, why the fuck did he say it. bakugou is—he's too used to fighting, too good at it bc that's all anyone has ever done with him. that's all anyone has ever shown him, that irritation, that push-back, that quick judgement and eventual avoidance. fed up with it. with him.
by the time he comes home—if he can call it that anymore—he knows it's over. he knows this is the part with the "i just don't think it's working out—" and the "really can't handle this right now—", the "you're an asshole—" and the—
and the worst of all is just the abandonment. the worst of all is when he'll come back to that apartment and you'll just be gone. you'll come and get your things over time, stuffing it all into cardboard until there aren't any traces left. until all that's there is the walls and the carpet and the frame and just. bakugou. alone. again.
but he walks through the door and you're just—there. washing some dishes, folding the laundry, poking at your phone because you can't sit still. and you frown at him with a little crease between your eyebrows, bc you're still mad and he knows this is it, this is when you look him in the eye and you tell him—
"i can't find the tv remote."
".......y'always lose the—the freakin' thing. did you check under the couch?"
"that's the first place i looked."
and you stand up to prove you're not sitting on it and he shakes out the throw blanket you were using and sticks his hand between the couch cushions and he finds a bunch of coins, a sock, that pair of underwear he took off of you the last time he had a night off—and the f—reakin' tv remote.
and you rest your forehead on his chest and you're pouting and you mumble out a, "thanks," even though you probably don't want to. you probably do a lot of things you don't want to do, with him. because of him. things you probably don't want to do anymore because you're fed up. and this is it. this is it.
"i love you, jerk."
when you wrap your arms limply around him, he doesn't say anything. because he can't. he can't shut up when he wants to, and he can't speak up when he wants to, and it's something you're probably tired of, maybe, he's not actually sure, but you let him bury his face into your hair and you pretend you don't notice that he's trembling just a little and that you can feel his racing heartbeat through his back.
bakugou doesn't say anything, because he can't, so you just lean into him a little more and you say,
"still love you."
and you pretend not to hear the deep inhale that he takes or the little groan he lets out, and you pretend not to feel the clench of his jaw or the barely-there wobble of his chin. and you say,
"still gonna choose to love you."
because you don't love him by accident. even with his irritation and his push-back, his smart-ass quips and his angry language. you see it all and you see him and you still say,
"always gonna love you."
and that's how bakugou knows where his home is. what it is. that's how he knows it's you, of all people.
TW / LOUD VOLUM.
You’re going to give them an identity crisis.
I CAN FEEL IT.
Modern au where Kanao, Genya and Nezuko are besties and have a band
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Bonus:
if you dont accept requests then feel free to ignore this, i just saw you answering a few so decided id ask
since you said you enjoy it, could you maybe write a piece for the rengoku-lives-au, and show a confrontation between shinjuro and him, where they start to heal and kyojuro gets to hear him apologise and see his father making changes? its what he deserved
again, if not thats ok! im just curious as to how you think something like that might go :)
I'm sorry this sat in my inbox for so long! It took a very long time to figure out and to write in a way that I was at least semi-satisfied with. I really wanted to try and actually write out the whole being wounded and gradually healing thing but no matter how hard I tried I just kept thinking of “Message Recieved” by shyfoxes and they did such an amazing job I can’t write my own spin of the healing process.
So instead I’m going to start somewhere different. I hope that’s ok anon. I hope that you enjoy it, and if not I'm sorry 😭
I will be posting more, to show Shinjuro making changes like you asked but I wanted to post as soon as possible and again I'm sorry for the long wait!
*In this AU Kyojuro started with ninth form Rengoku and cuts Akaza open within the inferno, but instead of going back into an above head strike Kyojuro dodged behind Akaza and attacked from a low strike, cutting off Akaza’s arms. Akaza regenerates but punches Kyojuro through the kidney instead of the solar plexus.
When he woke up, all he saw was white. His eye was barely open. Kyojuro thought he could hear movement, but it sounded so far away he couldn’t be sure. Where was he? He wanted to know, but he was so tired…There was a rumble that sounded like voices, but he couldn’t make out the words or who it was. Trying to focus on the sound made his mind feel heavy. He saw the outline of a large purple butterfly’s wings slide into his sight that made him think of Kocho’s face and then he fell asleep.
He fell in and out of sleep frequently, sometimes he knew he was asleep because he dreamed of his mother, but most of the time he couldn’t differentiate the two and it was too exhausting to try. Except when Senjuro and Kocho were there. He would feel Kocho’s cool hands as she worked efficiently on his injuries, her voice ever that upbeat and playful tone but soft. Kanzaki would be there also, responding promptly to Kocho’s direction.
He would feel the warmth of Senjuro holding his hand, the familiar pressure of him pressed against his side and his head resting on his chest. He knew when he could feel Senjuro there he was awake and he tried to focus on Senjuro’s words--tried to stay awake longer. He caught snippets of what Senjuro told him: the newest subject he was learning in school, recipes he had learned, about the Kamado boy--he was still healing but doing better. There was someone else in the room when Senjuro was, or at least he thought there was. They barely moved and never spoke so Kyojuro may have just imagined it.
Perhaps it was due to his years as a Demon Slayer and a Hashira, but he found he woke up most often during the night. For a couple seconds he would feel awake before the exhaustion hit again, and it was the one time he seemed to have the energy to open his eye--just a small enough sliver to make out the ceiling, before dropping back into slumber.
It was during one of these nights that he saw his father standing at his bedside and looking down at him in the darkness when he opened his eye. His parent wore his usual scowl but his eyes weren’t hostile, Kyojuro wasn’t sure how to read his expression.
When was the last time he had even seen his father’s face? “I wish…you were with…me…Chichiue.”
“Go back to sleep, Kyojuro.” The apparition whispered and pulled the cover back up over Kyojuro’s chest as he faded back into sleep.
Shinjuro sighed and ran his hand down his mouth seeing Kyojuro’s eye close again. He looked down at Senjuro to see that Kyojuro talking hadn’t woken him, thankfully. He pulled Senjuro’s blanket up over his shoulder and walked to the chair beside the bed and sat down. Kyojuro’s words, and the words he had spoken to him before leaving on the Mugen Train echoed in his ears.
It felt like Kyojuro went in and out of sleep for years, but based on the passing pieces of conversation he would hear between Kocho and Kanzaki, his healing was going as intended.
The other Hashira came to visit him, Kanroji would sit by his bedside, holding his hand between both of hers and tell him about her missions, she would wash and brush his hair for him, apparently having asked Kocho how to do it. Iguro was usually with her and would add to whatever Kanroji was currently telling him about, he occasionally felt Kabaramaru brush against his hand.
Uzui would lightly touch his forehead as a greeting whenever he came before he sat at his bedside. Sometimes he didn’t say anything at all, and just sat in silence. Other times in the still quiet Tengen assured him he was trying to keep the Slayers in order, and shared with Kyojuro the things weighing on his conscience.
Then one morning Kyojuro awoke, blinking his good eye he stared at the ceiling and wasn’t overwhelmed with bone-crushing fatigue. He moved his fingers experimentally before sitting up, he winced and put his hand over his side as a searing blaze of sharp pain exploded from it.
“Ara ara, trying to move already?”
Kyojuro looked up to see Kocho smiling at him behind lidded eyes from the doorway. “Kocho.” The word felt like lead on his tongue. She walked over to him and firmly pushed his shoulders so he was lying back into the pillows. “I’m afraid you can’t get out of bed yet Rengoku, you still have a lot of healing to do. But it’s good to see you awake. Do you remember what happened to you?”
His eyebrow furrowed and he tried to remember, he closed his eye, he saw yellow inscripted eyes and could hear laughing. “Upper Moon Three….he tried to attack young Kamado after the Mugen Train crashed.” His voice sounded hoarse. He tried to remember more and his head began to hurt.
“Don’t strain yourself Rengoku, that’s enough for right now. You’ve been out for a long time, everything will come back, but your brain is focusing on recovering your body at the moment.” Shinobu got some water and brought it over to him. “Tanjiro Kamado is fine, he’s fully recovered now.”
Kyojuro smiled softly, his eyebrow creasing upward, “Good, I’m glad he’s doing all right.”
“Here, drink slowly.” Kocho held the bottom of the cup with one hand to help him steady it as he grabbed the cup and took some sips. “Your ribs and internal organs are still healing. We had to take out your kidney but as long as you follow proper medical instructions you should heal. I’m afraid there was nothing I could do about your eye.”
Kyojuro shook his head, as he allowed her to take the cup back, “That’s all right. I can manage without it. Are Senjuro and my father here now?”
“Senjuro is still at school, but your father is here. I’ll go find him, you rest Rengoku. I’ll have Aoi bring you some food.” She set the cup on the nightstand and started to get up. She paused as Kyojuro squeezed her hand.
“Thank you Kocho.” He whispered. “Really, thank you.” Remembering the conversation they had had before he left.
She hummed, and put her hand over his, “But of course, I would never just let you die, Rengoku.” She closed her eyes with a smile before getting up. “Now rest, you still have a long way to go before you’re fully recovered. I’ll send your father in shortly.”
Kyojuro gave his confirmatory hum in response and Kocho left the room.
Kyojuro grimaced and took in a tight breath at the searing hot pain through his torso, it had been quite a while since he’d had to deal with broken ribs. He exhaled slowly and focused on releasing the tension in his body. He opened his eye and heard the flap of wings and felt taloned claws rest on his leg, “Lord Kyojuro, you’re awake! C’aww, we were very worried!” Kaname tilted his head up at him, turning his head left and right, making soft clicks and coos.
“Kaname,” Kyojuro smiled softly and rubbed his index finger under the black bird’s beak, “I’m sorry for worrying you my friend.” Kaname cawed and flapped onto his shoulder, picking at the red tips of his hair. Kyojuro stroked his smooth black head, “Could I trouble you to tell Senjuro I am awake? I would like to relieve his worries as soon as possible.”
“Yes! I will tell Lord Senjuro you are awake!” Kaname made light clicking noises and rubbed his head against Kyojuro’s hand before spreading his wings and launching off Kyojuro’s shoulder and through the door.
Kyojuro leaned back against the pillows, looking at the window where golden sunlight was pouring in. He remembered feeling that warm morning sunlight on his shoulders as he called Kamado over to him.
“Mr. Rengoku is stronger than you’ll ever hope to be! Much stronger! You didn’t win against him! He kept everyone safe! He fought to the very end so no one would die! You’re the one who lost! Rengoku… is the true victor!”
The young lad had said those kind words on his behalf, and cried for him. He would have to ask his father about the records for him--Kyojuro stopped in his thoughts sensing someone at the door, he faced it and saw Shinjuro standing in the frame.
Kyojuro remembered Kocho saying his father was there, but seeing him there was different. And abruptly Kyojuro found that he didn’t know what to say. He went with the first words that came to him, “I’m glad to see you Chichiue! It looks like we’ve had good weather while I’ve been asleep!”
Shinjuro walked over to the bed, “Yeah…it’s been sunny for the past couple weeks.”
A silence fell over them and Kyojuro felt his heartbeat spike at the quiet, “You don’t have to worry about telling Senjuro I’m awake, I sent Kaname to tell him!”
“All right, I’ll be going and getting him from school in a little bit, and I’ll bring him over.”
Kyojuro hummed his confirmation hum again and the two eldest Rengokus sat in silence that would make skeletons uncomfortable, until Shinjuro excused himself to go get Senjuro.
*“Aniue!” Senjuro cried, he dropped his bags on the floor and ran into Kyojuro’s open arms. He buried his face in Kyojuro’s shirt, “I’m so glad you’re awake Aniue.” Senjuro sobbed as the valve in him broke. Kyojuro smiled and softly pet Senjuro’s head.
“Forgive me for scaring you Senjuro, and for making you so worried.” Kyojuro whispered.
He felt Senjuro shake his head, “It’s okay Aniue, I’m just glad you’re alive.” He answered softly.
Kyojuro hummed and leaned back, wiping Senjuro’s tears away with his thumbs, he gave him an encouraging smile, “Tell me about your school! I could hear a little while I was asleep, you started new readings in one of your classes! Do you like them?” He put his hands down and held Senjuro’s hands, giving them a little squeeze as Senjuro told him his thoughts on the new subjects and readings he was learning about in school. Senjuro tightened his grip on Kyojuro’s hands as he talked. Kyojuro glanced over at their father and gave him a small smile of acknowledgement before turning his focus back to Senjuro.
Shinjuro sat quietly while the boys visited, answering Kyojuro when his eldest would suddenly turn focus to him but for the most part being quiet. But that was okay with Kyojuro for the moment, because his father was there. He was there, and he was sober.
And Kyojuro continued to tell himself that. Told himself that when Shinjuro would leave the room just before Uzui came to visit him, or any of the other Hashira. He would come back with Senjuro from school, and sit in the chair out of the way. His father was here, they were all here together, and they were okay. But in the back of his mind Kyojuro felt the word, -except…- creep in like a shadow, every time he thought he and his family were okay. It scared him, and he pushed it away, not wanting to think about the thoughts and feelings attached to that word. Thinking about those things didn’t help him in the now. He had been asleep for a long time, been absent from Senjuro’s side for--Kyojuro heard Senjuro shouting distantly.
“Aniue?! Aniue!”
“Kyojuro!” He heard his father bark.
“Yes!” Kyojuro shouted, his father’s voice yanking him back to the present, he looked down at Senjuro who had his hands on his own. Kyojuro had started digging his nails into his left bicep where he rested his hands when he folded his arms. He saw his sleeve was wet and red with blood, Senjuro had apparently been trying to pry Kyojuro’s fingers from his arm. Shinjuro was over beside them now, also reaching to grab Kyojuro’s arm but stopped when Kyojuro shouted. Kyojuro relaxed his fingers and pulled his hand back, “I’m all right! I zoned out for a moment, I apologize for not paying attention, Senjuro!”
“Nevermind that Aniue, what were you thinking about?” Senjuro asked, with concern lacing his voice, reflecting in his gentle eyes.
“I was just remembering my battle with the Upper Moon Three, he was a very unpleasant demon.
I’m not sure why my mind wandered off!” Kyojuro gave Senjuro a reassuring smile, closing his eyes, refusing to look Shinjuro in the eye. His expression had slipped, and he didn’t want to see the look of frustration on his father’s face---and because he didn’t look at him he did not see the worry that was actually on his father’s features.
“You need to sleep.” Shinjuro huffed.
“Chichiue’s right, you need more rest Aniue.” Senjuro looked at Kyojuro’s arm worried, then looked back to his eyes, “I’m going to go get Miss Kanzaki so she can look at your arm.” Senjuro climbed off the bed, “I’ll be right back!” He ran out of the room.
Kyojuro went to fold his arms and then stopped and put his hands in his lap so as not to accidentally touch his bicep. The silence was starting to settle in again.
“What do you think of Kocho’s flower paintings Chichiue?”
“I hadn’t really looked at them.” Shinjuro admitted.
“She’s gotten new ones since I was here last, that red one, and that blue one were not here!” Kyojuro pointed out the different paintings of yarrow and borage flowers and Shinjuro nodded, his eyes following where his son was directing. “The blue ones remind me of the painting in your mother’s room.”
“You’re right! They do look similar!” Kyojuro agreed, smiling as he tried to figure out a way to keep the conversation going. Shinjuro was engaging with him and he did not want to lose it! So why was he feeling the sickly jab of irritation in his chest alongside his eagerness? He tried to push it aside, it was just leftover irritation towards Akaza…it was just misplaced….
Kyojuro noticed his nichirin blade on the nightstand beside him and gently picked it up, “I will have to thank Miura and give him a gift when I ask him to make me a new blade. It did a very impressive job during the battle.” Kyojuro traced the flame ridge with his thumb, thinking of all of the blows that had vibrated through it from Akaza’s strikes, and yet it never broke. Not until the very end. “I hope he isn’t displeased, I’ve never broken my nichirin sword before. Perhaps I will be done healing by the time he--” he looked up to engage with his father, who was still standing at his bedside, and saw the expression on his father’s face. It was shock; as if he’d just been slapped across the cheek.
“Chichiue?” Kyojuro said softly.
“You’re…still planning on staying a Demon Slayer?”
When Kaname had come to tell Shinjuro and Senjuro the news of Kyojuro’s fight the former Hashira honestly hadn’t really been listening. In his drunken haze he remembered blaming Kyojuro, he was talentless, of course he wouldn’t be able to handle an Upper Moon Three, and shouldn’t have foolishly tried. He didn’t want to go but changed his mind when Senjuro said he’d go alone if his father didn’t want to join him.
When he and Senjuro arrived Shinobu ushered them into Kyojuro’s room, Shinjuro heard her but it didn’t fully register until he saw his eldest son.
Right ribs: shattered.
Kyojuro’s entire torso was wrapped in bandages. But the horrible bruising crept all the way to his chest in a ugly dark purple and black splotch.
Kidney: Pierced.
Shinobu had to take it out.
Left eye: Smashed.
Half of his face was practically hidden away underneath the bandages, his skin slightly paler. And Shinjuro for a brief second saw Ruka’s face hidden beneath the white funeral cover. Here was his eldest child, slipping between his hands just as his wife had done, while he’d been shut in his room drinking--pitying himself. The thought of seeing that happen again scared him, and with Shinobu’s direction he started lowering his alcohol intake. They still didn’t know if Kyojuro would live, and if he didn’t Shinjuro wanted to at least be aware and present when Kyojuro passed, the way he hadn’t been for his wife. He stayed in the corner out of the way, watched from a distance. It didn’t feel right to try to interact.
The first time Kyojuro opened his eye during the night Shinjuro hadn’t been sure he really had, so he decided to check one of the nights when he thought he saw Kyojuro’s eye open so he could inform Kocho-- when Kyojuro spoke to him and he realized Kyojuro could see him but thought he was dreaming. That simple child-like plea haunted him.
Kyojuro would live, but he was already running back to the very thing that would put him in another situation where he could die and probably would.
Kyojuro gripped his sword hilt, remembering his father telling him to not return if he was going to continue in the Corp, “I am. Upper Rank Three appeared because of young Kamado just as the Master predicted, after we had just dealt with a Lower Rank. Kibutsuji will most likely continue to become more aggressive.”
Shinjuro frowned, “You’re body’s not even half-”
“I will be fine!” Kyojuro exclaimed, lifting his head but looking straight ahead, “Kocho said as long as I follow her instructions I should make a full recovery so there is no need to worry!I would like to let you know however, that I also cannot follow through with your request to leave the estate if I remain a Hashira, Chichiue.”
“....I had forgotten about that.”
“I haven’t.” Kyojuro said softly, his eyes falling to his broken nichirin blade, “I won’t abandon Senjuro and allow him to be subject to further loneliness by leaving. I don’t want to leave you either or separate our family by taking Senjuro from the house. You’ve both been home this whole time, but you ignore him, you won’t even hold a conversation with him Chichiue. Even though he tries so hard in spite of the weakness he feels he has…he has been there and taken care of both of us, of our home, he’s taken care of Hahaue’s grave. I know that you have dealt with a great deal Chichiue, but so has Senjuro, and I wish you would be kinder to him.” Kyojuro continued to look down at his blade, waited for the outburst he thought was coming, Shinjuro may have forgotten about telling him to leave, and he said he wouldn’t, but he was still afraid of hearing that rejection.
“I have been rough on him, on both of you. And neither of you deserved it. I’ve been wallowing so much in my own incompetence that I completely ignored both of you, or just ordered you to leave me alone, and took you both for granted. I haven’t been a good father to you boys. Tch, and it took you almost dying for me to realize how wrong I’ve been.”
Kyojuro looked up in surprise at the apology, his eyes widened as he saw his father was bowing to him. His face went bright red and he hastily reached over and grabbed Shinjuro’s arm to pull him up, “Chichiue please! You don’t need--” he winced and inhaled sharply with a pain shot through his body from the movement, he bent over.
“Kyojuro don’t move around like that!” Shinjuro grabbed his arm, catching him and moving him back to the pillows.
“I accept your apology! You don’t need to bow, Chichiue!” Kyojuro said, still gripping Shinjuro’s arm. “Your apology is enough, and I appreciate it, please don’t bow, it’s not necessary!”
“It is necessary, but thank you.” Shinjuro softly put his hand on Kyojuro’s wrist that was holding his arm. “Are you okay?” His eyebrows creased upward.
Kyojuro nodded rapidly, “I am fine!” He smiled, closing his eyes and letting go of Shinjuro’s arm.
Shinjuro hummed, disbelieving him. “I’ll talk to Senjuro today after dinner.”
“Hm!” Kyojuro nodded with a big smile. “When did you stop drinking Chichiue? You do not smell like sake!”
“Shortly after you arrived at the hospital, Rengoku.” Shinobu said coming into the room with Senjuro in tow, “Senjuro says you hurt your arm?”
“Yes! But it is not bad!”
Shinobu chided him and he took off his shirt so she could clean his arm but Kyojuro’s thoughts were already on later that night, wondering and hoping that Shinjuro and Senjuro’s conversation would go well.
which anime boy points to his lap when you tell him to move so you can sit down
When you finally find the MF who ruined your life.
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edit: ID in alt, it’s my first time writing one so let me know if it needs to be altered somehow.
The demon and the butterfly
𝟒:𝟓𝟏 𝐀𝐌 | 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.
satoru looks happy—the real kind. the kind where his lips are curved into a soft, giddy grin and not his usual smirk. the kind where his blindfold is pushed down to hang around his neck so you can see the little gleam in his eyes. the kind that makes him cradle a newborn in his arms and rock her gently as he kisses her temple every few moments.
“she has your eyes,” he says quietly, tracing over the soft skin of your daughter’s cheek with his thumb. his hand looks rather big compared to her tiny face, and you’re almost certain it’s hearts he’s tracing with each rounded motion.
“i know,” you murmur, watching relief dance around the corners of his expression.
“thank god,” he chuckles—and if there’s a wobble to his voice, you don’t point out. “she looks like me though. ‘s why she’s so cute.”
and normally, maybe you’d indulge him in a halfhearted argument, maybe you’d scowl and tell him to keep quiet for once, but satoru is happy. and it’s not just a thin blanket with tattered rips at the seams meant to cover the weight clung to his shoulders.
it’s real, and it’s woven seamlessly into the crinkles of his eyes.
“it’s our job as parents to think she’s cute,” you snort, “but she’s definitely the cutest baby i’ve had the pleasure of seeing,” you add with a little bit of pride in your voice.
“of course she is. she’s my baby,” he coos as he stares down at her, gently pinching her cheek. she stares up at him, comically small against his strong arms and broad chest, and when a tiny hand grasps around his finger, you pretend once more that his eyes aren’t wet and glossy.
“actually, she’s our baby,” you correct, glaring at him.
“you must be really sad you’re not my only baby anymore,” he snickers, looking at you with his usual smug grin. but there’s something on the edge of grateful and awestruck that’s in his eyes—and you think he stares at you like you’ve handed him a ray of light you plucked from the sun’s core, gently pressing the warmth to his palms and soothing over the cold and dry cracks on the skin.
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i don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you.
FOND: 1 : having an affection or liking for. 2 : affectionate; loving.
or, in other words, ROMANTIC MOMENTS WITH THE JJK BOYS
fushiguro megumi doesn’t know how to dance, so, granted, when you pulled him onto the dance floor in a rush of adrenaline he didn’t really know what to expect. he was relieved, to say the least, when you ended up embracing him and swaying side to side instead. if it were not for the dark lights, you would have seen megumi at his finest: pink-tinted cheeks with an adoring smile gracing his face.
itadori yuuji will swear up and down that he’s listening, but you know better. his eyes have been watching your mouth move the entire time, nodding mindlessly every time you look back at him. and when enough is enough, he firmly but gently takes your wrists and places them around his neck so he can finally place his lips on yours.
inumaki toge would have $5 if he were given a dollar for every time he was planning on kissing you, only to get rudely interrupted. he decides that he’s had enough when your lips are mere centimeters away, with his bottom lip lingering against yours — he hears the huffing of his dear (but very irritating) friend, he pulls away momentarily, yelling, ‘leave,’ before panda could even step foot in the threshold of your dorm room. he doesn’t waste a second more, grabbing your face lovingly before smashing his lips against yours.
okkotsu yuuta has to hold back his giggle, shaking his head in adoration at the accomplished smile you have plastered on your face. you begin to boast about how you made the yuuta okkotsu giggle while he just stares at you in enchantment. he becomes quiet all of a sudden, uttering a simple, ‘you are so adorable, you know that?’
geto suguru knows he has awful timing when it comes to surprises, it’s the one thing he wishes he was better at. this time, however, he thinks he’s okay with it; it’s not that he wanted to have you crying in his arms — it’s you trusting him enough to let him see you at this vulnerable state. he whispered a small, ‘c’mere,’ before taking you into him, patting your head with gentle reassurance and soft kisses.
gojo satoru loves nothing more than to embarrass you. so, when you mentioned how much your feet were hurting due to your shoes, he was quick to place you on his back, insisting that he ran back to the house. looking back, the stares you got along the way were completely worth the soft giggles of your lover below you.
△▽ ZENITSU △▽
Inumaki stared at you with soft eyes. You were absolutely gorgeous, so radiant, and incredibly strong. And even more, he had the privilege of being in a relationship with you.
He loved you to no end. The way you smiled at him, the way your laughter sounded like pure joy, and especially they way you would pout when things wouldn’t go your way. These were just a few things he loved about you.
“Inumaki, you’re staring again”
You poked his forehead with your finger, ultimately giving him a wakeup call from his daydreaming. You chuckled to yourself seeing his confused face.
“You’re so handsome, Inumaki. I love you”
It wasn’t even the first time you’ve said these series of words to him but it always made his heart flutter and skip a beat. How he wished he could say it back.
He quickly pulled down his collar with one hand as the other brought you in for a kiss. It was short but he took in every second like it might be his last.
He might not be able to say it but he definitely can show it and you definitely understood what he was trying to say.
pretty. || fushiguro megumi.
↠ pairing: fushiguro megumi x gn!reader
↠ words: 2.3k // warning: megumi melt mush prepare yourself
↠ synopsis: the three ways you find megumi pretty and the three ways you find out you like him and he likes you. (OR reader just staring at megumi’s eyelashes, hands, and mouth 🥹 and megumi going from 😐 to 😵💫🤭🫤)
↠ tags: fluff, v fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining, slight crack at end
↠ a/n: (1) this fic is just me going on about how pretty megumi is sorry not sorry (2) i haven't written in a while/consistently hopefully this is coherent
fushiguro megumi is pretty.
pretty, pretty, pretty.
he is pretty in many and in all ways to you, but he is prettiest in three.
i. his hands are pretty.
the breeze that stirs the grass feels almost as light as your feet on the ground as you twist and turn to avoid being hit.
megumi is relentless with his attacks, and it is all you can do to avoid his shikigami. nue erupts into shadow just as you jump to attack it, and you land at megumi’s feet gracelessly, chin a millimeter from his boots and back hoisted into the air clumsily.
megumi’s brown boots recede from your vision and in their place appears his hand. for some reason, you stare.
well, no, not for some reason. megumi’s hands have always caught your eye. not in like a creepy, hand fetish kinky sort of way, but rather, because they look so contradictory to megumi as a whole. fushiguro megumi looks ot be anything but gentle, or careful, but his hands are exactly that. lithe fingers, soft nails, a considerate touch.
your eyes stray to his hands more than you would like. when he leans over to your desk and raps his knuckles on your table, signalling you to pay attention, you can’t help but think about how it would feel if those knuckles were trailing the skin of your cheek. when he waves you over, fingers swaying lightly, you can’t help but envision how his fingers would feel wrapped around your own. when he flicks yuuji’s forehead, fingers jutting out and retracting so fast you almost miss the movement, your mind can’t help but conjure up an image of megumi flicking those fingers in areas he maybe shouldn’t be flicking them in (okay so maybe you’re a little hand-kink-fetish-y but you blame it on the cursed energy constantly surrounding the school—hormones and feelings and pretty dark-haired boys have nothing to do with it).
megumi snaps his fingers in front of your face, and unfolds his hand. you grunt unintelligibly as you push yourself up and curl your fingers into your own. megumi pulls you up swiftly, and you only get to revel in the feel of his warm hand in yours before he yanks it away.
“why are you making a face like that?” megumi raises an eyebrow as you dust off your uniform, flicking away strands of wet grass and random clods of dirt.
“like what?”
“like the face todo makes when itadori runs away from him.”
“i am not making such a mopey face!”
“i’m literally looking at it right now. your face is all mushed up and your lips are pursed all weird.”
“fushiguro, you—!” you shove at his shoulder, and he catches your hand and does that weird curve of his lips that’s somewhere between a smirk and a smile, and your heart catapults in your chest, and oh no.
oh no is all you can think as megumi brings your hands down, letting go slowly.
oh no is all you can think as you start walking to school, warm digits brushing against your side.
oh no is all you can think as fushiguro megumi leads his way to the school and walks his way into your heart.
ii. his frown is pretty.
fushiguro megumi looks pretty when he smiles, but he looks prettier still when he frowns.
that’s what makes him special, you think, because he can make even a frown look as pretty as a smile.
maybe it’s that he’s always frowning a little, and maybe it’s because you like him, but his frown is just so pretty to you.
sometimes, you do things on purpose to make him frown.
when you hop on to yuuji’s back as yuuji jumps from tree to tree. a test of endurance, he calls it. megumi is on standby with nue in case the two of you fall and he frowns as you jump up onto yuuji and his arms come up under your legs. part of you hopes megumi is frowning because part of him is uncomfortable with yuuji carrying you like this (maybe jealous?), but part of you knows it is probably because the two of you are doing “dangerously stupid dumb shit,” as he put it. still, once you make it through in one piece, megumi tugs you a little farther away from yuuji and closer to him, and your heart does its catapulting again.
when gojo-sensei clowns around with you. which is almost always. you are the one who indulges him from time (he buys icecream after!!), and megumi hates it. gojo-sensei is always prattling on about something or the other, an arm swung around your shoulders as he guides you to the nearest konbini. he keeps on looking back though, and smirking, and you’re 99% sure it’s megumi because gojo-sensei loves to press his buttons. (you look behind once, quickly, and all you see are shadows like wild black strands.)
when you’re on missions and you always volunteer to go headfirst into danger, though megumi wants you to standby as support. it’s not that he knows you’re not capable (the incident when you moved into the dorms proves you more than fully competent). it’s that you know he only protects the people he cares about. and somewhere along the way, you had fallen into that category (the thought makes you warm). so you know why he wants you to stay behind. but you also make sure he knows why you can’t. because you also want to protect the people you love, and he is very securely in that list. and when you tell him this, not in those exact words, and he frowns and looks away, his nose red, tells you to stay near and stay safe, you think that’s when you realize how much you like fushiguro megumi.
iii. his eyelashes are pretty.
class with gojo-sensei is, quite frankly, a nightmare.
he’s all over the place, a twenty-eight year old bundle of boundless energy and annoying jokes. by the time class ends, you are too mentally exhausted with the chore of sifting important information from his rambling to think about anything other than the long, warm nap you’re going to take in the afternoon sun.
swinging the classroom door shut behind you, you yawn loudly as yuuji and nobara rumble past you. the latter is dragging the former down the hall, excitedly chattering about her next shopping conquests while yuuji throws out a confused or surprised “huh????” every two minutes.
you slog along behind them and just before they take a left to the exit, nobara elbows yuuji and both turn around and grin largely, holding their thumbs up.
you make your own “huh????” face and nobara snorts as yuuji clamps a hand over his mouth and they run off to the exit together, both chortling over something that will no doubt land you in trouble later on.
eyebrows twitching, feeling like an extremely large burden has settled itself on your shoulders, you trudge on, clueless to the hesitant footsteps that follow you.
having slept only four hours the night before (catching up to the attack on titan manga takes work!), your vision blurs as sleep-induced tears line your eyes. deciding to just push open the first door you see, you reason it should be fine since megumi is nowhere to be seen, nobara and yuuji are off planning your demise, gojo-sensei’s room is far away, and only first-years reside on this floor, so fuck it.
you ram your shoulder into the first door to your right, and the moment it swings open, you take two, three steps forward and promptly collapse on the bed.
and then you’re dead asleep, unaware of the the actual owner of the room standing behind you, red blanketing his cheeks.
when you wake up, the first thing you think is, oh my god wtf why does my bed smell so nice?
you’re lying on your front, hair covering your eyes so that all you can see is dark black and the white of the bed covers. and eyelashes, fluttering softly. they look pretty. and fluttery.
and wait, why can you see eyelashes? why are there eyelashes in your room?? eyelashes that definitely, probably aren’t yours??
you press two fingers to your eye roughly, wincing as you almost jab your eye, but no, yeah, your eyelashes are. right. there.
so what the hell are eyelashes doing near your bed??
if this is some weird sort of curse with pretty eyelashes, that is just wrong and it will die for daring to have eyelashes longer than yours.
you inch back slowly, lifting a hand to push your hair out of the way, careful not to disturb whatever thing is on your bed.
that thing, as your vision becomes unobstructed, turns out to be the prettiest human being you have ever laid eyes on.
fushiguro megumi’s head is somehow slanted across your bed, resting on one arm as the other dangles somewhere below the bed—in what looks to be a very uncomfortable position which means you should probably wake him (but not before taking a picture)—and he is sound asleep.
before you can melt into mush at the sight before you, a thought occurs.
what the hell is fushiguro megumi doing in your room??
a picture of two dogs catches your eye, and shock drums in your heart as you slowly observe your surroundings.
this is…not your room at all. this is megumi’s room! megumi’s bed??? megumi’s smell????
you feel like a fangirl embarrassingly, but you have quite literally died and gone to heaven.
you lie back down slowly, on your side, and close your eyes as you breathe in the clean, nice smell imbued in the bed covers. megumi’s smell.
megumi smells like the word “breeze.” he smells like cool mist and sun-soaked almonds and the faintest hints of wildflowers.
wistfully, you sigh and open your eyes.
megumi’s sleeping face greets you and a smile traces a path across your cheeks, unbidden.
megumi looks so soft. his eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones as he breathes quietly, and your heart thumps in quick succession.
the same softness you see in megumi’s face swirls up inside you. you want to hug him or see him smile or just curl your fingers in his.
you want to kiss that space where his eyelashes meet his cheek so badly.
and maybe it’s because you’re still drowsy from sleep, or drowsy on affection, but you place a hand near megumi’s, and lean forward and press a kiss as soft as the boy in front of you. one to his left cheekbone, and one to his right.
just as you’re drawing back, those eyelashes flit against skin and megumi’s eyes open.
he slides his eyes open so smoothly it’s like they’ve been open all this time.
navy blue pools.
your mind is blank, so blank, and all you can think is pretty, so pretty, i want to just hold him, i like him too much, i want to kiss him, he’s so cute, i wish we could stay like this.
“stay pretty.”
the minute you realize what you’ve said, your face burns and the alarm system in your brain is ringing so loud you’re sure everyone within a twenty-mile radius can hear.
oh god, if gojo-sensei walks in, you will literally throw yourself off a roof.
“i will.” megumi nods, almost automatically, and then his face catches on fire.
and now there are two fools caught on fire staring at each other, and the room is burning.
neither of you know what to say, but maybe neither of you need to say anything. your nose is a centimeter from megumi’s and you don’t know which of you shifts forward but then you’re pressed against each other. and his mouth is on yours and his eyelashes are gliding against your skin and his hand is on yours. and you really are on fire in this cool, dusky, mist-scented room.
every press of megumi’s mouth to yours overwrites your brain with thoughts of i like you, i like you, i like you, i like you, i like you.
you pull apart, and megumi’s expression is as soft as it was in sleep, something you didn’t think you’d see while he was awake.
and as you stare at this soft, pretty, dark-haired, quietly loud boy in front of you, you can only think of one thing to say.
“i like you.”
megumi’s expression doesn’t waver.
“me too.”
“you like yourself too?”
“shut up, (l/n). you know that’s not what i meant.” he frowns that pretty cross between a pout and a scowl, and you smile as you lean forward to kiss it away.
fushiguro megumi is prettiest when he is kissing you.
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bonus:
kugisaki nobara is nothing if not observant.
“that’s what you like to think, though. i don’t think that’s true.” yuuji is instantly smacked, and he whines as nobara marches him along to (name)’s room.
the room is empty, and the bed doesn’t look like it’s been slept in. or made. the covers are haphazardly thrown off and a whirlwind of objects makes its presence known in the room.
“must be from this morning when (l/n) was late.”
“when is (l/n) not late? c’mon, let’s ask megumi if he knows where she is.”
nobara marches yuuji down the hall again, and he follows obediently as she slams megumi’s door open. nobara shrieks, loud, and yuuji slides into her in his haste to see what’s wrong.
when yuuji sees what she’s looking at, his own shocked scream fills the hallway.
megumi’s hand is on your face, and yours are curled around the collar of his uniform, and your lips are dark.
“i knew it!! god, i told you, yuuji, i have an eye for these things!”
“fushiguro, are you DEFILING (l/n)????!!!!”
“i’ll kill you, itadori.”
“kugisaki, if you were rooting for me, why did you come in?!”
“hell yeah!! yaga owes me 300 yen, SCORE!”
“GOJO-SENSEI WHAT THE HELL??”
kyojuro looks like he gives the best hug in the world
my all time favourite comfort film
hannah’s 10k celebration ↳ ⏰ + Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989) for @torranceshipman
this teen emo nanami being a shy boy is literally everything to me😭
Hi! I hope you are okay and that you are having a good time. She wanted to ask you, if it's not too much trouble, if you could write something about teenage Nanami, and how she would act around her crush. I don't see many writings of this type and would really like to read more about him.
TEENAGER NANAMI KENTO HAVING A CRUSH
He is completely in denial.
His heart beating fast anytime he sees you? Must be anxiety.
Wanting to see you all the time he gets? Must be your smart ass conversation.
Waiting for you to come in the classroom? Must be because you always arrives at the same time the teacher does.
Poor boy Nanami, totally in denial.
He doesn't understand why every time he goes to speak to you, he freezes.
He is only able to say greetings and he does it with a nod, letting you thinking that he must hate you for sure.
Even when you are the one initiating the conversation, he just nods.
"Did you see the new song from Kiss?"
Nods.
You try again.
"It was good right? Wish I could go at their gig."
Nods with a slight blush on his cheeks.
"Would you like to go with me?"
He abruptly stands up and leaves to the bathroom.
For some unknown reason he is feeling so hot that he needs some air. Must be something he ate this morning.
Teen Nanami won't be able to convey his feelings to you. He won't be able to do it even to himself.
You better be patient and wait until he is a grown up when he'll finally understand the speed of his heart whenever he is near you.
OH MY!! I remember thinking Nanami was quiet as a teen while reading the manga. He never spoke his feelings even though he already thought about how annoying Gojo was. So that's why I think he wouldn't be able to say even a word to you.
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jjk characters and their favourite mcu (& x men) superheroes
my friend showed me a very funny mcu tiktok vid this morning and i had an idea what if jjk characters also watch marvel movies so i made this
gojo : deadpool (i read somewhere that gojo's role model is probably deadpool and i just couldn't agree more)
yuji : thor (thinks thor's biceps are amazing and hot, simps every mcu female characters, is a mcu hardcore fan)
megumi: he's a dc fan (watches mcu films only when yuji and nobara drag him for a movie night, i have a feeling he has watched x men and tobey's spiderman version movies as a kid and loved them but won't tell anyone about it, secretly thinks doctor strange is cool)
nobara : black widow (has a tumblr account dedicated to natasha romanoff, has a goal to do permed hairstyle like black widow in iron man 2 one day)
nanami : prefers early 2000s x men movies (i don't think he has such kind of fav but prob enjoyed all wolverine movies, knows something is off (gay) between professor x and magneto)
maki : gamora (and she hates peter quill)
toge : spiderman (literally all 3 of them, certified andrew garfield defender since 2012)
panda : is a big BIG guardian of the galaxy team enjoyer, rocket is his fav (knows that little dangerous raccoon is always furious and ready to fight anyone at anytime but panda still finds him cute)
thinking about geto and that defenseless little pet part
jjk boys favorite pet names?
Gojo — babe, baby, princess, sweetheart/sweetie, hun bun (mocking), muffin (mocking).
Geto — angel, defenseless little pet (mocking), my crutch, my only exception, princess, sweetheart, sweet girl.
Mahito — plaything, pet, prey, pretty, weakness.
Nanami — angel, honey, my light, precious, special girl, sweetie/sweetheart, troublemaker.
Naoya — little one, love, pet, sweetheart (mocking), sweet girl (mocking), wife.
Sukuna — baby, darling (mocking), pet, pretty human, sweetie (mocking), love (mocking), thrall.
Toji — babe, darlin', sex on legs, side piece, sweet thing, toots.
his love language / toge inumaki x gn!reader / headcanons
- toge’s love language is definitely touch
- he doesn’t really have the option to tell you how he feels, so he has to make do with what he’s got
- and he gets real good at it, and you come to understand what certain touches mean
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