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𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐲𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒
"after they leave, it's just the voices and i."
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–pairings: itadori yuuji x oc
– warning: mentions of death, fluff, canon divergent, pre-shibuya arc
– author’s note: more lore!! i swear ill be getting into the action soon but uh,,, this series might end up longer than expected
disclaimer: i’m not of japanese descent and am unfamiliar with japanese honorifics, etc. feel free to correct me!
“Well, we should be off.”
My gaze snapped up to meet honey-brown eyes once more, those two little marks underneath Itadori’s eyes, as if they were another set of eyes, stared back at me. His pout was evident, expressions freely displayed in contrast to Fushiguro’s poker face. Yet even with his judgemental gaze, I plastered on a smile.
“Ah, is it that late already?” Nobara sighed, and I lightly shoved her shoulder.
“It’s late enough,” Fushiguro, grabbed Itadori’s sleeve. “We should leave you to unpack.”
“I almost forgot about that, but thanks for the reminder.”
I walked the two to the door, Nobara getting a headstart on cleaning up the mess – considering that she did make the most of it – while Itadori continued to pout at the lack of time spent together.
“Dang, I was hoping to get to know you better,” He huffed, before letting out a radiant smile once more. “I’m sure we’ll meet tomorrow though! When will you be free?”
I glance behind the door, seeing a big thumbs up from Nobara, and I turn back to Itadori, sucking in wince.
“I mean, I’m still pretty busy unpacking, so uh… no, I’m not free. Sorry.”
“Oh, uh, that’s alright. What about the day after– OW!”
A fist was lowered on Itadori’s head, and I couldn’t help but let out a genuine wince, seeing how hard he was hit on the head.
“Leave it at that, Yuuji,” Fushiguro sighed. “She’s busy, so leave her be.”
“Alright, alright, no need to get violent,” He huffed before turning to me, letting out a little hopeful smile. “Well uh, hope to see you around then?”
“Yeah,” The twinkle in his eye set off a little feeling of nausea in me. “Around. Sure.”
“Great! See you around!”
“You said that twice, idiot,” Fushiguro sighed, pulling Itadori away by the back of the collar of his shirt.
“Thanks for lunch, by the way!” I called out before turning to close my dorm door, but not without Itadori gleefully yelling back ‘You’re welcome!’
“Busy, huh?” Nobara chimed. “I was hoping you weren’t too busy for me.”
“You’re always welcome, Nobara,” I sigh, walking over to help her clean up.
“So you don’t like them?”
“It’s not that I don’t like Itadori and Fushiguro. I just didn’t come here to make friends. I came here to become stronger, to fight for myself and others.”
“Sheesh, straight to the point,” She shrugs. “Can’t blame you for that. But hey, here’s to hoping we’ll be in the same class. I need another gal in my class, not sure how much longer I can tolerate those guys.”
“Hah! You handle them perfectly fine, Nobara, don’t take yourself for granted,” I pat her on the back as I take the two small plastic bags of trash, chucking them into my bin.
“Hey, you handled them well too, although it was in a silent, deadly-stare kinda way,” She muttered the last bit, before sighing and walking towards my dorm door.
“Heading out?”
“Yeah, unless you want me to stay on and help,” She then pointed at my eyes. “Though I can tell your social battery is practically dead.”
I let a smile slip onto my features, and that’s enough for her to know. She lowers her hand, reaching for the door as I hear it click open.
“You know me too well, Nobara. I’ll see you around?”
“Just text or call me, dork,” She calls out, the door closing behind her.
A soft laugh escapes me, and I’m left alone in the silence again. I look over to my suitcase, before getting up to lock my door. Once that was done, I seat myself back by my barely unpacked suitcase.
I didn’t pack many clothes. It wasn’t like I needed anything more than my uniform and maybe a few casual outing clothes. I was here to learn, maybe hang with Nobara, but nothing more, nothing less.
As soon as my clothes were kept away in the cupboard, the photo in my bag caught my eye. It was enough to capture my full attention, and I closed my wardrobe shut, walking over to my case to take the paper image instead.
“Mama.”
Her eyes, shining like stars in the dark vast of space, were filled with such warmth, her arms wrapped around a much smaller version of me and my baby brother. My father stood behind her, a wide smile stretched across his cheeks.
We looked happy.
Never did I ever think I would see my father’s smile again. But it would always be there in my memories, in my pictures, reminding me of my wrongs – my mistakes; my actions.
My thumb rubs across the surface of the once-fond memory, swiping off the tears that landed on it. Couldn’t afford to lose more of what once was. I sit on my bed, feeling the mattress sink under me. The picture sits on my bedside table, but a feeling of longing and irritation nags me.
I suck my teeth in annoyance, and all that’s left is to face whatever’s eating at me.
I find myself standing in the middle of the room, taking one last look at us, smiling without care. I pull my phone from my pocket, scrolling through my notes before landing on a specific one. I’ve never cast this technique for a single reason, but I needed advice now more than ever.
Taking one last glance at the little text on my screen, I turned my phone off, returning all my focus to my newest technique.
“Beyond the grave and from the dead.”
It started with flickering lights. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t afford distractions, I couldn’t afford to mess up again.
“I beseech the knowledge within your head.”
The windows rattled and the rapid flickering of the lightbulbs worsened.
“I seek your guidance, oh passing spirit. Until my time has reached its limit.”
Silence. It surrounded me, everything deathly still. My eyes opened, and I was in darkness. A dim light glowed from the lights above, though I doubted that the lights were this purple before.
My back straightened, and I let out a sigh of relief, a weight lifting off my chest. I slipped a card out of my pocket, my thumb rubbing against the sigil of the Eight of Wands. I held it straight before me, upright, as I forced the next words out of my mouth.
“I now reveal Yamomoto Chizuru, wife of Shu Daichi, and former user of the Spiritual Technique.”
And there she stood, eyes warm as ever, despite the coldness they held in her dying moments. A smile rested on her lips, arms outstretched in welcome.
“Tsubame,” Her voice filled my ears, and my vision watered with newly unshed tears. “How good it is to finally speak to you.”
“Okaa-san.”
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The Caged Beast
Itadori Yuji x Reader / Sukuna Ryomen x Reader
There was a curse living inside your husband.
The strongest curse was only able to stay alive inside Itadori.
Rather than choosing death, Sukuna decided to stay in Yuji.
As the years passed, many things happened.
Yuji changed, grew into a man, met you and got married.
You were a kind soul.
Someone even Sukuna looked at with suspicion.
Kind yet deadly, is the correct description.
You could be smiling, baking cookies in one second and in the next, you could be slaying curses left and right.
Sukuna had to admit, that Yuji chose well. He approved of you.
And now, after three years of marriage, you were pregnant.
Your first child and Sukuna knew it would be a girl.
A little girl indeed.
A beautiful and healthy little girl.
A true princess.
Yuji helped you every second of your pregnancy and even now with your baby.
He helped when he didn't have to go to fight.
Like now, Yuji was out with Megumi while you gave a bath to your daughter.
Yui, lovingly named after his father, was a rather calm baby. She liked to sleep and babble when she was awake.
Yui adored her father and you. She wanted to be held at all times.
A true princess.
You soon dried her with a soft towel and got her into her fluffy pyjamas.
Placing her on your chest you started to watch a show on TV.
The front door opened, but you were too immersed in the show to care.
"Food is on the table, I'm watching this, I hope the lady wins!" you said not looking away but you did notice your husband walk into the room. He moved over and got Yui from your chest, placing it on his as he sat down next to you on the couch.
His silence should have alarmed you.
It truly should have.
But it didn't.
Instead, you didn't even notice that Yuji didn't say a word until the show was long finished.
Then you felt it, the change, but it didn't scare you.
"Nice to see you from time to time. What prompted your visit?" you turned and looked at Ryomen.
His eyes locked with yours.
"I just wanted to see my Princess." he said as he ran his hand down Yui's back.
"She is Yuji's Princess." you said as you reached for your cup of tea and started to drink.
"I live inside this idiot. You made sure I would never leave. At least, let me have an hour with her."
You found it strange how Ryomen liked your daughter so much.
"You can have your hour. Just making sure you know she is not yours."
"She is My Princess. The only being on this world worth being in this idiot's body."
"Ouch. So it is not worth living for me? And here I thought we had a thing."
"I would have made you my bride. You are way too powerful for me to ignore." you nodded and began to look for something on the TV.
Yui slowly began to stir.
"She must be hungry," you said. "Her bottle is on the counter." you pointed behind yourself, not looking away from the TV.
"Are you joking?"
"It is part of your hour, go feed her."
Sukuna mumbled something under his breath before leaving to get the bottle.
As he sat in her room, feeding and burping her, Sukuna wondered if he should tell you.
Since he became a part of Itadori's body, when you bonded their souls during a fight, technically this was as much as his body as it was Itadori's. So technically, the child sleeping in his arms was as much his as it was Itadori's.
Yuji asked you during a very intense fight to bond Sukuna to his body. Destroy the rest of his fingers and kill him.
But you couldn't do it.
You love Yuji too much to hurt him, instead, you bonded Sukuna to his soul, using Yuji as a cage to hold the beast.
You didn't know but by doing so, you got Sukuna's blood mixed with Yuji's. You didn't know or rather you chose to ignore the fact.
Sukuna was sure you didn't know but had suspicions.
You were a smart woman after all.
But you loved Yuji. Sukuna was just a plus one in the mix, one no one asked for or needed. But he was there.
Yui is Yuji's daughter. And you will never let anyone tell you otherwise.
---
You looked up as he exited the room, it was Yuji this time.
You smiled at him as you rushed to hug him.
"Did you put her to sleep?"
"Yup. Weird, I can't remember coming home."
"You are too tired, let's go to bed."
Yuji smiled and you both moved to the bedroom.
You quickly fell asleep when Ryomen decided that he still had 10 minutes of his hour.
He looked at you sleeping beside him, it was strange. He only ever cared about power.
He lived to see the fear in people.
And yet, you never feared him, he feared you.
Your fierce attitude, your power and that look... is that what they call a mother's look? You could make the entire room shut up with just one look of yours.
Fierce and powerful. Yuji didn't deserve you in his eyes, he did.
But he was okay with getting just an hour with you and Yui... for now.
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𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐲𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑
tadashi joins jujutsu tech, and it's not without a warm welcome.
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–pairings: itadori yuuji x oc
– warning: mentions of panic attacks, fluff, canon divergent, pre-shibuya arc
– author’s note: man writing in first pov is really tough. i found myself cringing 90% of the time lmao
disclaimer: i’m not of japanese descent and am unfamiliar with japanese honorifics, etc. feel free to correct me!
My breathing was ragged, vision blurry with saline escaping from my eyes, landing on the lenses of my glasses. I ripped the rimmed frames off my face and the back of my hand rushed to wipe the cascade of tears away. I winced at the rough feeling of strands of my hair getting in the way, causing friction against my skin that was softened from salty tears.
Anger, It was all I could feel in the moment.
A scream filled my ears, but I couldn’t feel it leave my throat. My legs burned from running, an ache spreading through my muscles, a fire blossoming in my chest. Pain had become a new friend of mine.
My thoughts began to slow down, the tears along with them, but the painful burn remained, spreading through my being. I couldn’t help the way my fists clenched the hairs of my head, the way my jaw was clamped shut.
I could keep the voices away for so long.
A minute passed– no, thirty, and I still had nowhere to go. My mind was clear by then, and I had nothing on me, other than my half-dead phone, and a couple thousand Yen. Enough for a meal and a room for the night.
I sighed, cursing at my bad fortune before looking around me to see nothing but fields of lush, green grass, the bridge I now sat upon, and the blue-to-orange sunset that once was the crystal blue sky. Below me, the bubbling of a stream; calm and steady, in contrast to my turmoil.
My phone was my first option, food and lodging are the least of my current problems. The trouble was finding the right person to call.
Right, there were only five contacts on my phone.
Perhaps I could give Fumi a ring? No, she’d be busy with her high school stuff. Doesn’t stop me from missing her, though.
Nobara maybe? She’s moved to Tokyo, too late for that now.
Don’t even get me started on Eiji, the poor kid’s schoolwork has been building up since he joined more clubs. Besides, he’d just run to Dad.
Oh right. Dad. Out of the question.
My finger hovered over the last contact, biting my lip harder than I should’ve as the pain returned tenfold.
Nobara it is.
I waited, my fingers finding distraction with the loose threads of my shirt as the dial tone kept me on my toes, my hopes raised only to be crushed with the next tone.
“Hallo?”
At last, my torture was over.
“Nobara, hey!” I could feel a natural smile growing on me.
“Tsu, is that you?”
“Who else would it be, hah. How’s Jujutsu Tech? Any fun?”
“Tsu-tsu, I’ve been here for three days, and I’ve already been sent on a mission,” She groans in exasperation, a chuckle escaping me.
“At least you’ve got something to do there. Are your classmates nice?”
“Well, one’s a potato face, but he’s nice, I guess. The other’s got this high-and-mighty attitude, he only gave his name, can you believe it?”
I wince playfully at her tone, imagining her annoyed expression.
“Yeesh, must be tough being the only girl there.”
“Honestly it’s such a struggle not having a girl friend here to do girl stuff with. Tsu, I wanna go shopping so bad in Shibuya but these lessons really wear me down!” She huffs, and I can see her crossed arms. “You really should’ve come with me. All your talent’s being wasted in that nothing town.”
A silence fell over me and the cogs were set in motion.
“You’re right. What does it take to get into Jujutsu Tech?”
“And right over here should be your dorm,” Miss Shouko, as she called herself during the introduction, pointed to the door in front of me before I pushed it open.
The breeze was all I could feel from the open sliding door opposite the entrance, a simple white bed resting against the wall as a desk sat across it. I pulled my suitcase in, taking in a deep breath as I admired the view of the green trees, the blue skies, everything.
“Light traveller?” She questioned, her long brown hair resting on her shoulders despite the sway of stray strands from the light wind.
“No, Shouko-sama,” I didn’t look back at her much, choosing to find a place to keep my suitcase. I could always unpack later.
“I didn’t have much to begin with.”
“I see. Well, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t make too much of a noise, and remember curfew is at 6 pm, 6:15 latest.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I nodded, walking her to the door. “Thank you again, for the help Shouko-sama.”
“It’s my job as a teacher here, but sure. If you need anything, you know where to find me.”
I nodded again, a habit I might be developing after accepting the fact that I was back in school again.
“Oh and one last thing,” She turned around, peering at me in curiosity. “What did you answer when Principal Yaga asked you the question?”
Without a moment of hesitation, I answered once more, with just as much confidence as I had when I stood before Jujutsu Tech’s formidable principal.
“I want to be a sorcerer because I don’t want anyone to suffer at the hands of curses as I have, and I’m willing to do anything in my power to protect others from going through what I did. They don’t deserve it. They never did.”
I watched the way Miss Shouko hummed, a small smile growing on her lips as she chuckled to herself quietly, not in a mocking fashion, but in one of amusement.
“You’re gonna get along just fine with his other students.”
“Who’s the other students?” I questioned, and Miss Ieri’s hand landed on my shoulder.
“You’ll find out tomorrow. Go unpack and rest, your schedule will be passed to you in an hour or so.”
“Okay, thanks, Shouko-sama.”
“Anytime, kid.”
The click of the door’s lock was the sign that I was alone again, the chirping of birds filling my empty dorm room as I let out a soothed sigh. Nature was truly beautiful in such moments.
I then turn to my suitcase, kneeling to unpack it as I slide it back from under the bed — it’d be better to unpack now and rest than sleep and panic over my things tomorrow.
However, just as I unzipped my bag, a knocking at my room door pulled me away from my task at hand.
“It can’t be Shouko-sama,” I find myself muttering out loud as I near the wooden door. “She said the timetable would only be here in an hour…”
“Tadashi!!”
The door then burst open, revealing the familiar redhead I missed while in Tohuku. Nobara’s exuberant energy filled the small room, and I instantly forgot about unpacking, as my childhood friend pulled me into a hug.
“Ehhh, why didn’t you tell me where your room was? I had to run into Shouko-sama to find out where you were,” She pouted, pulling away with an accusatory finger.
I winked back playfully, Nobara giving me a hard shove on the shoulder.
“I was planning for it to be a surprise, but you found me anyway. Shokou-sama told me that I would get along with the rest of my classmates, but I don’t even know who my teacher is,” Nobara hums. “How did you find out who your teacher was?”
“Well, I arrived in Tokyo, and I was standing around at our meet-up place, and then Gojou-sensei appeared with Itadori and Fushiguro,” She placed her finger on her chin in thought. “But you’ll probably meet your teacher tomorrow during class. Did you get your uniform though?”
“Ah, yeah, it’s in my bag. Didn’t want to get it dirty on the way here.”
“Oh! Take it out, take it out! I wanna see how it looks on you!!” She squealed, rushing over to my bag to pull it out for me instead.
I let out a little sigh, but take my uniform, walking to my bathroom to put my outfit on.
“Give me a few, but I’m warning you, it’s nothing special.”
“Tsu-tsu, you make anything look special,” I hear Nobara call back out to me. “By the way, you don’t mind if I invite a few friends over right?”
“Eh? You’ve made friends already?”
“Oh don’t worry, you, Saori and Fumi will always be my childhood friends,” She chimes, and I sigh escapes me once more while I pull my long, dark blue shirt over my head.
I fiddle with the buttons as I hum, smoothing out the shirt before looking at my reflection, ignoring the mild discomfort I feel. My skirt’s on next, and as I’m smoothing out, I can’t help but hear the little whispers of the voices in my head.
It doesn’t look right.
A frown rests on my face as I run a hand through my hair, gathering it into a ponytail. A jolt of pain runs through me as I tug my hair tighter, and I feel my throat tighten in fear.
“Tsubame,” I hear Nobara calling from outside.
No, I’ll just leave my hair down.
“You’ve been in there for a while, I don’t remember the uniform being that difficult to wear.
“Ah, s-sorry about that,” I smile, pulling the bathroom door open, ignoring the way I let a little stutter slip out.
I can see Nobara notices from the way her eyebrow raises. She chooses to ignore it as she takes in my uniform, a wide, encouraging smile spreading across her face.
“You look so good, oh my gosh!” She grins, snapping a photo of me before running over to hug me tight.
“Nobara!” I hiss, and I feel my face warm in embarrassment. “Delete that now, I’m begging you!!”
“Never, that’s going in the blackmail folder,” She giggles and I give in with a huff. “Aw, don’t pout, it’s gonna give you wrinkles sooner.”
“Uh-huh… so did you invite your friends over?”
“I did!” She chirps. “But if you’re not comfortable with it…”
“It’s fine. I need more friends anyway.”
A knock at the door appears again, and Nobara ends up with a wider grin than before. I can feel something up her sleeve despite knowing her for the last eight years as I watch the way she practically skips towards my dorm’s door.
“You’re finally here!” She calls out with the door wide open, but I can’t see who stands at the entrance. “You guys took ages, geez.”
She huffs, letting two boys into my room. The two are taller than Nobara and are definitely taller than me as well.
The first of the two smiled apologetically as he held a plastic bag in his free hand, the other in the pocket of his dark teal hoodie. He had messy, salmon-pink hair with an undercut, warm brown eyes and two little marks underneath both of his eyes.
The second had spiky black hair and blue eyes. He had a frown and dark pants and tee, and trailed behind the first boy, hands shoved into his pockets.
“Sorry, Kugisaki-chan,” I hear a boy say. He sounds energetic. “We got lunch if you guys were hungry.”
“What food is so important that it got you delayed?”
“We got sushi,” The second guy quipped, and Nobara was instantly silent. I smiled at Nobara’s antics.
“Ugh, fine, you’re forgiven,” She grumbled.
Seeing that I was most likely forgotten, I cleared my throat slightly and watched the three turn their heads. I suddenly felt nervous under all their stares.
“Oh right,” Nobara grinned, walking over to my side to wrap an arm around my shoulders.
“This is Shu Tadashi,” She smiled in pride. “A childhood friend of mine from Tohoka.”
“Fushiguro Megumi,” The dark-haired boy with a gloomy face answered. He held his hand out for me to shake it and I took it.
“How long have you been a user?”
“As long as Nobara, but I think I’m finally ready to be one,” I answered straightforwardly, and he nodded his head before the other boy appeared before me.
“Itadori Yuuji!” He grinned widely. “I’m a new sorcerer too, so don’t you worry about falling behind. I’m way further back.”
I let out a small scoff as we shook hands. I ignored the way I felt a small jolt when our palms met, and how warm his hand was.
He felt like the sun. Radiant and bright.
Nobara eyed me when I pulled away, and she must’ve noticed how I lingered before retracting my hand. Her clap made me jump slightly, loud and sudden against the usually quiet atmosphere of the room.
“Now that introductions are over, let’s get started on lunch!”
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𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐲𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐
kugisaki nobara never really liked the sight of bullying, so it's no surprise that she stepped in to save the new kid
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–pairings: itadori yuuji x oc
– warning: fluff, canon divergent, pre-shibuya arc
– author’s note: gahhhh im so so sorry if nobara's really ooc, im still watching s1 of jjk and im absolutely open to anyone who's willing to correct me!
disclaimer: i’m not of japanese descent and am unfamiliar with japanese honorifics, etc. feel free to correct me!
The wind rustled through the mid-autumn leaves, the air cool and biting despite the sun’s bright light shining down. A little girl with short, messy hair sat underneath the leaves, a dark blue puff jacket wrapped around her red tracksuit — a uniform of her school, which kept her little body warm under the shade of the trees.
“Tsubame!”
The six-year-old’s head perked up at her name, her wide brown eyes looking towards the glass sliding door that separated the backyard from her quaint home. Her mother, as elegant as ever, donned a smart blouse and dress pants, and walked towards her child, holding her hand out to her daughter’s smaller, outstretched one.
“Come, we should leave now or you’ll be late,” Chizuru hummed, guiding her daughter out of the house.
“And it’s your first day of school, we don’t want to have a bad impression.”
“But Okaasan,” Her daughter mumbled, looking away in embarrassment, clutching her mother’s hand tighter.
“Isn’t it weird that I don’t look like a girl?”
Chizuru glanced down at her child in worry, seeing the quiet child attempting to hide her face further into her puffy jacket.
“Bame,” Chizuru smiled, squatting down to her daughter’s height. "How you look doesn't matter, as long as you stay true to yourself, and my darling daughter, you're so much more than what you believe you are. Just remember, Otousan and I love you very, very much. You're gonna make so many friends and they'll adore you just as much as we do, okay?"
Chizuru watched the way her daughter's head lifted in the slightest, hazel eyes filled with hope before it darted down again, Tsubame settling for a small nod at her mother's words.
"Now, give me a smile!" Chizuru chided, her fingers darting to the little girl's sides, wriggling as she pulled giddy laughter out of her little one.
"There we go! Now you're all ready to go!"
Tsubame smiled widely at her mother, Chizuru standing up to her full height as they walked hand-in-hand to the direction of the school.
"Now, you remember how to introduce yourself, right? Why don't you give it a shot?"
"Ok! My name is Shu Tadashi, and I'm six years old!" She grinned before a frown of confusion rested on her chubby cheeks. "Okaasan, it feels weird having two names."
Chizuru chuckled, a light pat landing on Tsubame's head.
"Don't worry, Bame, it's only temporary."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
“Looks like the new kid has it rough, Kugisaki-chan.”
A red-headed girl followed her classmate’s line of sight, spotting a little boy with messy, dark hair, and eyes screwed shut. A group of boys surrounded him, fingers jabbed in his direction as they laughed and jeered.
“What’s going on there?” Kugisaki’s face morphed into a frown, as her classmate shrugged.
“Beats me, but boys will be boys.”
Kugisaki let out an unsatisfied hum as the school’s bell rang, signifying the end of their lunch break. She watched as the largest, the leader — she assumed, of the ring of boys, gave the new kid a hard shove before walking back to their class, her glare trained in the older boys’ direction.
She’s not even a friend anyway.
“Hey,” Kugisaki called out, despite her classmate’s various calls of warning; both not to approach the group and to return to class.
“Tsk, what do you want, little girl?” The largest boy sneered, crossing his arms as his friends behind him snickered at the eight-year-old before them, their faces screaming — “Such an arrogant girl! He’ll teach her her place!”
“What’s your deal with Tiny over there?” She pointed to the poor boy who rubbed his head, flinching at the sight of the leader’s stare as his feet took him to his class faster than any of them anticipated.
“Oh him? Nah, he’s just a weakling, and he’s a real sissy. He’s just an annoyance, yabbering about ghosts,” He shrugged before his smirk returned. “Why? You got a problem?”
The redhead girl stared him dead in the eye, searching his soul for any remorse, but there was nothing to be found other than a disgusting form of pride he held over having more power than a boy smaller than him.
“Nah, no problem,” She brushed her shoulder off, walking away as the boy rolled his eyes.
“Whatever.”
As per usual, these were the famous last words of a poorly judged boy, as when 3:15 came around, he resumed his hobby of picking on the new kid, who sat peacefully in his quiet classroom, a piece of paper taking shape in his hands.
“What do you have there, yowai?” He sneered, finding enjoyment in the way his hands instantly darted behind his back to protect whatever he was hiding.
“N-Nothing. It’s not important,” Tadashi muttered, hazel eyes darting away guiltily.
“It’s definitely important if he’s hiding it!” His lackey chided, surprising the young boy from behind, and catching him off guard.
Instantly, the paper in his hands collapsed on the floor, revealing a dainty little crane. Before Tadashi could reach for the folded piece of paper, his bully nabbed it, pinching it between his fingers with a scrutinising glare.
“This for me?” The boy grinned, watching Tadashi’s lack of reaction before crushing it in his large palm.
He watched with amusement, seeing the dread that grew in his victim’s eyes, a laugh bursting out of his accomplice who simply held the new kid back, preventing him from approaching his creation.
“Oh well, you were too slow. Too bad!” He jeered, leaning closer to the new boy. “But that’s what you get for acting smarter than all of us. You think you’re so great ‘cuz you entered halfway through the year? Boo, hoo, hoo—“
“Oi!”
Tadashi’s line of view instantly darted to the doorway, seeing the red-headed girl from lunch standing with her arms crossed, a sneer on her features aimed at the large boy.
“Back away from the new kid, loser.”
“You again?” He frowned, turning to face the girl. “And who you callin’ a loser? You always get in trouble with the teacher anyway with how many times you were caught wrestling.”
“That should make you even more scared of me then!” She huffed, rolling up the sleeves of her red tracksuit.
“What are you gonna do? Hit me? You’re a girl, you’re wea— ACK!”
A punch across his jaw cut him off as Kugisaki’s fist collided with his face, the boy’s lackey watching with horror as his friend stumbled back on impact, and Tadashi could only watch in awe of the girl before him.
“Y-You!” The boy glared. “You dare hit me?!”
“Quit whining, you pansy!” Kugisaki hissed back, parking herself in front of Tadashi as his bully’s friend walked up to the girl with a threatening glare, although the redhead child wasn’t affected by it in the slightest.
“You’re a freak!” He hissed, jabbing a finger in Kugasaki’s face, her eyelids lowered in boredom. ”Just wait til the teacher hears about this.”
“Akemi-sensei?” Kugisaki questioned before a smile grew on her lips. “That’s too bad, ‘cuz she believes everything I say. What can I say? Being a cute kid has its perks.”
The older boys froze in confusion, bare of a comeback to insult the girl. Instead, they reluctantly sauntered out of the room, but not without the older boy hissing a threat in Kugisaki’s direction before he left.
“You’ll pay for this.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep up your blabbering and maybe then you’ll finally run out of things to say,” She huffed, slamming the classroom door shut behind her, but not without sending an insulting expression in the older boys’ way.
The girl let out a scoff, turning around to check on the boy, but all she was met with was a look of awe and wonderment as the small boy quickly bowed in respect.
“Thank you for helping me, Miss! My name is Shu Tadashi and I’m six years old and forever in your debt!”
“Woah there! No need to call me Miss, geez. You make me sound so old,” Kugisaki sighed, waving her hand dismissively as the small boy stood straight once again, a disgruntled mumble escaping the slightly older student.
“And my name’s Kugisaki Nobara, not Miss. I’m eight, so I’m not that much older than you.”
“Kugisaki-chan, thank you for your help then!” Tadashi nodded, pulling out the crane he had pocketed, despite its slightly crushed appearance.
“Please! Take this crane as a form of thanks!”
“I don’t need your thanks, Tadashi,” She sighed. “Just make sure you better keep your mouth shut if anything happens.”
“I can keep secrets! I’m super good at it!”
“Really? Fine then! Prove yourself.”
A silence fell upon the two, Tadashi’s posture stiff before he started to fidget, a sigh escaping him.
“If I do, can you promise to keep this between us?”
Kugisaki eyed the boy up and down, letting out a sigh before nodding, finding that the boy had nothing against her at all.
“Fine,” She shrugged. “Spill the beans, then.”
“Okay, well, my name’s Tadashi, but I’m not a boy! I’m actually a girl and my name’s Tsubame, although my mother doesn’t want me to tell anyone ‘cuz it can cause trouble, though I’m not sure what, but you hafta promise me—“
“Geez! Okay, I’ll keep your secret! You ramble too much, sheesh,” The red-head girl huffed, but regret washed over her as she saw the younger girl shy away ever so slightly.
“But uh, Tsubame, huh?” She questioned, watching the younger girl nod, eyes regaining their eager shine.
“I’ll call you Tsu-tsu. Hey, shouldn’t you be going home soon?”
“Oh no, my mama is picking me up later at four, my papa’s still at work until five!” Tsubame shook her head, recalling her parent’s work schedules. “So I’m gonna be here waiting until then!”
“Nonsense, come over to my place,” Nobara nonchalantly tucked her hands into her pockets. “I can get my parents to call yours and you can hang out with me while waiting.”
“No way, really?” Tsubame’s smile grew, Nobara smiling slightly before she cleared her throat.
“Yeah, totally. But on the condition that you tell me whenever jerks pick on you, and you call me Nobara. No need for honorifics or whatever, you don’t need to be formal with me.”
“Does this make us friends then?”
Kugisaki went silent for a while as she pushed the classroom’s door open. She’d never really opened up to anyone other than Saori, and the idea of having a new friend who she’d have to constantly watch over did make her wince… but who else did Tsubame have?
With a nod, she held out a thumbs up.
“Yeah, we’re friends.”
“Awesome!” Tsubame beamed, pulling the straps of her backpack over her shoulders while following her new friend out of the classroom, the two chatting along the way.
“Oh, by the way, I have another friend you’d have to meet.”
“Another friend? Nobara you’re so cool!”
“I know I am. You don’t need to remind me.”
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𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐲𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢
much to yuuji's surprise, a new girl from kugisaki's childhood joined their little class of three. unfortunately for him, she's as silent as a ghost, and as hostile as one, too. thankfully, itadori yuuji isn't one to back down from a challenge.
masterlist | next !
–pairings: itadori yuuji x oc
– warning: fluff, canon divergent, pre-shibuya arc
– author’s note: after watching jjk recently, you can count me obsessed.
disclaimer: i’m not of japanese descent and am unfamiliar with japanese honorifics, etc. feel free to correct me!
“What great news you bring us, Daichi!”
An elderly woman clapped her hands, her greying hair tightly tied in a neat, sleek bun. Her husband smiled alongside her, his hand on her back as the two sat at their dining table. Their grown son stood before them, his wife sitting across his mother as she gently held her swollen stomach.
Daichi’s wife beamed away, her eyes so full of love and hope that it was clear as day that the two were meant to be, nothing but warmth filling household at the joyous news.
Now, Daichi was nothing short of ordinary, he was a man of simple tastes, but based on his choice of outfit being a smart pin-striped suit and wire-frame glasses that rested on the high bridge of his nose, one would’ve thought otherwise. His short, dark brown hair was combed neatly as his warm brown eyes gazed deeply into his wife’s obsidian ones.
“How long more until you’re due? I can’t wait to have a little one running around the house again,” His mother hummed, a pleased smile on her wrinkled face.
“In two months Chizuru be due, Okaasan,” Daichi turned to his wife, a soft-loving look washing over his features as he rubbed her back, so gently, one must’ve thought she was made of glass.
Chizuru however, contrasted from her husband’s formal wear, choosing something more comfortable as she was accompanied by her growing stomach. A soft, and light blue loose sundress covered her form, her long jet-black hair tied into a loose ponytail for her comfort.
“Oh, it would be such a joy to have a little boy to chase around the garden again, wouldn’t it, Akhito?” Daichi’s mother chuckled over at her husband, the family patriarch humming in satisfaction.
“And he would grow big and strong under the guidance of his grandfather!” Akhito barked out a laugh, the elderly couple unaware of their son’s stiffening smile.
Daichi’s hand stiffened against his wife, and Chizuru, carefully placed her own, smaller hand to rest atop her husband’s. The two eyed one another before Daichi cleared his throat, adjusting the glasses to push them up slightly higher up his nose.
“Uh, yes, of course. A boy,” He smiled, his mother looking at him with a quizzical glance.
“You do know the baby’s gender, don’t you? It’s extremely important to pick the perfect name for a firstborn son, Daichi.”
“Your mother is right, son,” Akhito nodded, voice gruff in thought. “Fumi and I took a lot of care thinking of a name suitable of you and look at you now! One of the best businessmen in Tohoku.”
“Of course we know the baby’s gender, Otousan,” Chizuru smiled gently, rubbing her husband’s hand reassuringly.
“Our little one is quite the listener, it’s like he listens to Daichi when he tells him to not kick me so hard,” She joked, Daichi letting out a little humoured scoff. “So he and I were thinking of ‘Tadashi’, it would be fitting for a boy who’s devoted to his family, wouldn’t it?”
“Tadashi…” Akhito hummed, eyes shut in thought as his wife’s smile grew brighter.
“Why, it’s the perfect name for the little one!” Fumi beamed. “Oh I can’t wait for his arrival, I know he’d be a beautiful baby boy!”
And beautiful the baby was as it wailed in the doctor’s arms, Chizuru’s brow beaded with sweat, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. While their child was washed clean with the nurse’s gently care, Daichi smiled proudly at the small, red child before them.
“Congratulations,” the doctor grinned as the smiling nurse passed the crying child to its parents.
“You have a beautiful baby girl.”
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whoopsies i got into jujutsu kaisen,,,, expect jjk-related content now :)
natasya solovyova | art dump!!
i’ve been compiling these over a couple weeks haha, and unfortunately i’ve ended up making her an instagram account to post these up on, so if you’re interested, here’s natasya’s instagram !
my girl natasya would definitely be annoyed at everything (but never dee and heavy).
consider this an intro post to my oc, natasha solovyova!! i do have lore for her, but id like it to be revealed in the story im working on rather than in infodump post, but if you follow me for my art and not so much my writing, here’s a quick summary:
- moody, 14
- “seal-the-deal” child (only child)
- mommy AND daddy issues
- found family!
i do have more works of her (i have 2 works lmao), so imma just dump them here (i did try to animate her with a style similar to the show’s)
disclaimer: im not an actual animator so i have no clue on what’s the right way to animate :’)
but that’s all for natasya! and i am super excited to make content of her more often!
art taglist: @tinkerbelle05 @mooncleaver @underwateredwrld @mcmisbehaving @neteyamrealgf @khany2026
just made a mini animation of my metal family oc, so i cant wait to share content on her soon!
NOOOOO NO DON'T MAKE ME CRY
It's my life and I decide how to cope with cinematic traumas with crossovers
previous post for context:
tldr: i need help making some choices, the link above is for their age
turns out i do want to make an oc for metal family,,,, but i might need help making some choices unfortunately. since i can only make one poll, ill have to reblog for the other polls.
next post for more details:
Twitter requests for the day!
It felt very special to draw a suggestion from Glam himself 🥰
this is Dee's reaction to discovering metalcest and other sick ships in the fandom.
This was a great Inktober.
Thanks for sticking around!
I’ll try to be more productive.
Heavys latest post was really bothering me so i fixed it. Left is original and right is mine
unfortunately, ive yet again joined another fandom, so metal family fans, hmu /lh
(unfortunately, these two are my newest kins)
((also, i dont feel like making an oc for this fandom, even if i do, itd mostly be platonic purely cause i dont id feel any romantic interactions these characters lol))
i feel like the most unrealistic thing about diary of a wimpy kid is how nobody had a fat crush on rodrick.
Mune: Le gardien de la lune dir. Benoît Philippon, Alexandre Heboyan
i will become insufferable once arcane season 2 gets released
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
summary: the more important things could wait till morning. for now, it’s only you and him and the sky.
pairing: ezra bridger x fem!reader
word count: 930
warnings: none
The sky was so vast, it made you feel so small. But somehow, you were okay with that.
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