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dreams of you

genre: soft romance, angst, dreamlike longing

summary: a dream so vivid it feels real—wandering hand in hand, sharing laughter, a quiet moment on a cozy couch, a kiss that lingers like warmth against winter air. but dreams are fleeting, and waking up feels like losing him all over again.

the mall was crowded, voices blending into a dull hum, but all i noticed was him—toji. broad, towering, with that lazy smirk tugging at his lips as he held my hand, his grip warm and sure. in my other arm, i clutched a plushie he had won for me, soft against my chest, but nothing compared to the rough, calloused fingers laced with mine.

we wandered without a plan, stopping occasionally when something caught my eye—though, truthfully, he seemed far more interested in watching me than in anything around us. “cute,” he muttered once when i got distracted by a row of tiny keychains, his voice so casual that it took me a second to realize he was talking about me. warmth crept up my face, but he only chuckled, giving my hand a little squeeze.

eventually, we found a quiet corner with a plush couch, and before i could even sit properly, toji pulled me against him, an arm slung lazily around my shoulders. i fit snugly against his side, the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling me into comfort.

“cozy, huh?” he murmured, voice teasing but gentle.

i nodded, tucking closer. “yeah.”

for a moment, we just sat there, his fingers tracing idle patterns along my arm, the warmth of his body a quiet reassurance. when i looked up at him, i caught him staring, his green eyes darker, unreadable.

“what?” i asked, a little breathless.

he didn’t answer, just reached out, brushing his knuckles against my cheek before tilting my chin up. and then, slowly, he leaned in.

his lips met mine, warm and unhurried. soft at first, testing, before pressing a little deeper. the hint of stubble against my skin sent the lightest shiver down my spine, a contrast to the tenderness of the kiss. instinctively, my fingers brushed against his jaw, feeling the roughness beneath my touch, grounding me in the moment. he made a small noise in response, something close to a chuckle, but he didn’t pull away—if anything, he only lingered longer, as if neither of us wanted to let go just yet.

then—cold.

the warmth vanished in an instant. the pressure against my lips changed, replaced by something smooth, lifeless.

my eyes fluttered open, and the illusion shattered around me like broken glass. my phone rested against my mouth, the dim screen reflecting nothing but the dull glow of my room. the air felt colder, the silence deafening.

he wasn’t here. he had never been here.

my fingers curled, aching to reach out, to feel the warmth that had felt so real just seconds ago. but there was nothing. only the lingering ghost of a dream that slipped further away with every breath.

i laid back down, staring at the ceiling, a bitter emptiness settling deep in my chest.

funny, how even in dreams, he felt real.

but in reality, he was nothing more than a figment of my imagination.

Ok, so chances are none of you know a damn thing about JJK, but I started writing this fic on a whim, so I may as well tell you all about it:

Gregor as a jujutsu sorcerer. After the Underland, his parents just decided to get the hell away from that place that stole away their kids and shoved them into some war by moving to Japan. And then their son gets dragged into the world of Jujutsu sorcery, which adds an interesting parallel into the mix.

Not sure if I'll give him a technique or not, but I kinda like the idea of him just going at all the curses Japan has to offer with nothing but his skill with a sword and cursed energy manipulation. BUT what I could also do is give him some kind of curse bond, like Ares or maybe even the Bane, like how Yuta fights alongside Rika.

I'm honestly thinking of sending him to the Kyoto school to even out the scoreboard, as a rager with cursed energy on their side could start to even things out, along with Mechamaru and Todo. He could also act as opposition to the higher ups and Principal Gakuganji, though I wouldn't be surprised if he got scouted by Gojo and taken to Tokyo, where Kusakabe could've helped train him (although Kusakabe seems to have taught Miwa so it's not really a deal breaker if Gregor goes to Kyoto).

I also have some ideas about him finding a curse on accident at first, then as he fights it he ends up channeling cursed energy through his rage, which allows him to kill it, before a sorcerer and/or a window show up, as they intended to kill it before he showed up, which leads to him getting enrolled.

So yeah. Came out a bit longer than intended, and most of you probably have no idea what I'm talking about, but what do you guys think? Any other ideas? Thinking of calling it "The Cursed Warrior", but I might choose another name if I find or come up with a better one.

Colour practice with gojo :D