HI GUYS! Seeing As How I've Been Gone Awhile, Muse Is Back For Nobara, And To Officially Celebrate Me

It started as a normal shitpost and got out of control FAST

one thing about me is that I'll never move on, if I said goodbye to you 10 years ago I still miss you today

being a sorcerer meant risking life and limb,⠀⠀it meant putting yourself second and dedicating all that you could — all that you were able in jujutsu society, your aptitude for exorcising curses — in service of keeping innocents safe from what went bump in the night ( usually, the dreadful manifestations of their own makings, their fears: what haunts them ) and that's who she was. a student / a sorcerer. existent duality of a girl.⠀⠀more recently,⠀⠀she'd found herself walking to the med wing of  tōkyō jujutsu tech, gojō-sensei making it somwhat clear in the eccentric way that he spoke: that her individualized training in regards of effectively targeting the souls of slightly grade-high curses wouldn't be able to be pulled off without an effigy that wasn't made of straw. it made sense to her.⠀⠀even making her 人形 took crucial amounts of time and there was no obāsan to trail after as if she was a little kid⠀⠀( to watch with a keen eye ),⠀⠀to show her the proper way physically,⠀⠀to fix her screw ups.⠀⠀nobara was on her own.

so in this, she understood why gojō-sensei just didn't have her construct a large enough doll. making them took time, something she didn't have, wasn't necessarily afforded to her as their enemies grew stronger. there was a restlessness to gojō-sensei, a carefully crafted methodology to his actions that nobara found somewhat puzzling to decipher. still, this is what she signed up for. this is what she wants to see through. still, though, she makes her way until she crosses the door's threshold of ieiri-san's office and is greeted by a completely different voice, hall pass and request jotted down on a note held in ever-delicate hands.

“ oh, hi. yeah, that's me. ”⠀⠀she confirms her identity,⠀⠀interest slightly piqued at the sight of the other girl.⠀⠀somewhere she's heard that they'd be getting a slight, more influx of students⠀⠀—⠀⠀this had to be one of them,⠀⠀and she vaguely remembers ieiri-san mentioning that there was an incoming first-year who was to be studying under her in learning reverse technique.⠀⠀this had to have been her. “ it's nice to meet you too, did you dye your hair? it's a nice shade of auburn. ”

            ❛     oh!   hello.   it’s …   Kugisaki - san,   right?     ❜          𝘯𝘰𝘵  𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯  𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺  𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘥  𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦  until now,   the girl nearly trips on her feet from the sudden entrance in the doctor’s office,  a space she’s been organizing for the past couple minutes for said doctor who,  coincidentally,  is not there at the moment.   not recognizing who  ʚ @waraningyo ɞ  is right away,  Orihime quickly pieces bits of information together and greets her fellow classmate with a smile.   with a trained eye,  she quickly scans for any visible injuries and relaxes when she finds none.   from what she’s heard between auntie and Gojō,  the incoming students are an interesting bunch   ━━━   she supposes that includes herself as well,  but she hasn’t exactly been able to show that to the others yet…   auntie promised it’d be soon,  though.          ❛     if  you’re  looking  for  Miss  Shōko,   i  sent  her  away  for  a  nap  after  lunch.    so  i’m  sort  of  in  charge  here,   for  the  moment.   um,   i’m  Inoue  Orihime,   the  other  first  year.   it’s  nice  to  meet  you!     ❜          there’s a short but polite bow from her,  long hair flowing down her shoulder in a cascade of orange.   the white lab coat is fitted to her size,  shorter than the one auntie wears,  and a pair of blue hair clips are attached to the left collar,  glinting in the fluorescent lights.          ❛     please  feel  free  to  ask  for  anything,   i’ll  do  my  best!     ❜

“ keep up, okkotsu-senpai! ”

with a pep in her step, nobara moves with purpose as she flits from store to store, the four smaller bags on her arms filling with more and more things. festivals in the city were much more so than back home. they were much more lively, much more people-filled, much more ambient in atmosphere, much more her speed, and nobara was capitalizing on the benefits of discounts and sales off.

5月7日: it's ōgon shūkan in japan, a temporarily extended time of festive celebration and mirth, and the staffs and student bodies of both jujutsu tech schools are in attendance: in accordance with keeping up their disguises as well-meaning institutions geared towards the religious and academic futures of a select, few kids.

in a highly good mood, nobara doesn't mean to sound bossy if she does? but it's also like, the more load of heavier bags he's carrying aside, okkotsu-senpai is taller than her, so he has no excuse for the slow pace he's moving at. she's shorter than him, she would know.

her patience exists on a spectrum, it begins and ends at slow walking, and her momentum is one that can hardly be interrupted once it begins ... but she pauses in her stride if only to turn around slightly, a hand placed on her hip, demanding that okkotsu pick up his pace with a gesture of her other and a look that says slow walking at her expense isn't his place.

usually itadori and fushiguro would be the ones accompanying her, holding any bags she'd shove off on them, but they're busied doing whatever else right now — itadori had made prior plans to hit up a festival and dragged fushiguro along for the ride, with them all promising to meet up later. either way: those two left her all alone, not that she'd have particularly cared if she didn't require company that entailed heavier lifting than she didn't care to do, leaving her to seek alternate means.

okkotsu was her bag boy for the day, less robust than itadori and less broody than fushiguro, she made her pick work all things considered. they were making good timing, too, hitting a few more stores, before okkotsu tired out. “ kugisaki-san, do you think we could take a break? ” he asks and she relents, just a smidge, leading them to the food court.

in his defense? he was new to this, experiencing her in all of her exuberance, her in her element. kugisaki nobara is the same girl outside of school, free-spirited and lively, and she revels in her youth. unbothered by the toils of classwork and sorcerery, she pours equally into her passions.

a sip of her matcha milk tea with boba, nobara is in a good mood, she's bright-eyed and all smiles, and the fruitful shopping day's haul will stave her off from borrowing gojō-sensei's black card for two to three weeks, at the most.

“ thanks for coming with me, senpai. i know that you might probably have wanted to be more so in the company of maki-san and inumaki senpai — — or even panda, but still: this meant a lot. i couldn't have possibly carried all these bags myself. ”

a starter for @waraningyo!

❥:::  yuta  didn’t  think  he’d  get  dragged  along  for  a  shopping  trip  with  his  kohai.  literally  dragged.  she  didn’t  take  no  for  an  answer.  yuta  doesn’t  mind  too  much  since  he  sees  it  as  a  bonding  experience.  but  for  the  most  part,  he  carries  her  bags  as  they  went  from  store  to  store.  kugisaki  was  really  energetic  and  lively.  just  as  maki  described  her.

 yuta  gave  her  weakened  smile.  ❝  Um…  Kugisaki-san…  do  you  think  we  can  take  a  break?  ❞  yuta  asked. 

the  weight  of  the  bags  makes  it  hard  for  him  to  keep  up  with  her.  the  circle  under  his  eyes  seems  darker  than  usual.  he  almost  look  on  the  verge  of  passing  out.   

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kugisaki nobara

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when nobara was called in to study at tokyo tech and her grandma was against it, akari travelled all the way to their village to talk with them and find a compromise. she's not sure it helped at all but she's glad nobara managed to attend school

just like she does with arata, akari takes nobara out once a month for brunch and shopping for various necessities. she's very aware that the younger sorcerer shopping habits continue even after that but let's say in that one specific day she's usually off duty and can approach the situation more as a friend than the person who has to make sure nothing bad happens on the field

after shibuya, nobara is lowkey one of the family to both akari and arata. they've spent so much time together during the convalescence period that it would just feel weird not to think of her as such

their first year as tōkyō jujutsu tech students had come and gone.

her first year as a tōkyō jujutsu tech student had come and gone, just like that, leaving her second year open with possibilities and even more room to grow. days, weeks, months: a whole year's gone by since her move to tōkyō and nobara's decided that a passed year of self-indulgence, of living on her own terms, and the survival that comes with clashes against the cursed spirits of the city kind of makes her a bit of a professional in deciding if she's made the right move in the end, right?

she's coming into her own, blossoming at a self-set pace, and this eases her. definitely beats the what if scenario of if she'd stayed back home. she's done so much in one year, she's seen so much in one year, and it's thanks to gojō-sensei's initial teachings: he's wacky, sure, but efficient where it matters as a teacher and she dutifully carries his teachings into this current year.

with each passing day, week, month: nobara has found herself settling more and more into everyday life in tōkyō. she's sat at the communal space's kitchen table, face's cheek cradled in a dainty hand, idly scrolling social media. eyes lift to meet fushiguro's for a brief moment with barely contained excitement before she stands to tilt her chair back on its legs.

it was hard to rope fushiguro into much of anything, sometimes, and it was so nice out. it'd be a waste if the day was spent inside cooped up with some book or whatever he usually does, but she observes that it's easier to coax him, he isn't as non-compliant to her whims. really, he should thank her though. he needed a bit of vitamin d!

it's once they're shuttled outside to harajuku's shopping district, nobara fitted in a flattering sun dress with a paired straw hat to block out the harsh summer sun, and it's when they've fallen in step with one another that she speaks. “ i think encouraging him to reach out was the most amazing thing we've did recently, wouldn't you agree? i need to be frank, though, fushiguro ... i'm helping out itadori, he's a boy — he has no idea what to get her. me and him? we've talked a bit about this. sorry you weren't in on the loop, ”

their first year as tōkyō jujutsu tech students had come and gone.

my sleep schedule isn't even a schedule anymore it's a freestyle