The Bitter Taste Of Defeat, Megumi Remembered That. A Belly Full Of Blood And Guilt. A Heart Which Wanted
The bitter taste of defeat, Megumi remembered that. A belly full of blood and guilt. A heart which wanted to tear itself apart upon seeing Yuuji die with a hollow chest cavity, Megumi remembered every detail. What he could not recall however, was carrying the limp and macabre body of their fallen friend to their driver nor the gruesome drive back to Tokyo's Jujutsu Technical campus . . nor the couple of days proceeding the death — a mess of regrets and mourning which could not take full shape. Was Nobara as broken up about it as he? Megumi suffered on three levels having lost Orochi, Shiro, and, most grievous, failing to protect Yuuji.
With gloom clinging into every pore of his body, the onyx haired teenager emerged from the hermit-like dormancy of his room and attempted to move through the shared living area as stealthily as a shadow. Reclusive plans were shattered the instant eye contact was accidentally initiated from across the room. He didn't know how to feel, he didn't know how to react; he always guarded his feelings from the outside world and even from his own self. Gaze dropped to the wooden floor, and the teenager shuffled his feet with uncomfortable energy. ❛ How are . . you . . Kugisaki? ❜
just how long had it been since she allowed herself to feel so utterly saddened by something well out of her control? only twice: this was one time, a bygone happening in her past ... when saori's parents saw it fit to move her out of the village and away from nobara because of all the harrassment received due to them not being from there, them being gossipped about, them sticking out as much as she in their little non-jujutsushi way. them being outsiders.
she had been age seven then and at age seven, saori and her family were gone.
at an age that young, being the jujutsushi child that she was, emotional regulation was something that she was taught with a more refined finesse. it'd had spell disastrous if she ended up cursing the villagers for their act of transgession against her childhood friend, so she did what all children did when their hearts were broken and she cried in front of saori's abandoned home instead, hand holding fumi's.
the seat she reserved for saori became empty, vacant, and the pain twisting her heart like a knife stab turned into resolve over the years. sure, fumi was still seated at her table but it wasn't the same. it wasn't like saori died or anything, and she promised to meet up with both her and fumi when she got to tōkyō, but still — —
it's been near a week or so following itadori's demise and sleep doesn't find nobara any easier than it did a few days ago. put out early in their mission, she had to learn of its aftermath through a visit from fushiguro while recovering in the hospital from injuries sustained on their mission in eishu.
just how long had it been since she allowed herself to feel so utterly saddened by something well out of her control? only twice: this was the one other time. only more recent and the stakes raised were higher, the probability of meeting again lesser because death was always hot on your heels.
itadori had died and left their group down to just them two, only her and fushiguro. but the seat itadori dragged to her table of his own volition was one decidedly bolted to the floor by none other than nobara herself. she puts up a good front, attends classes with as straight a face she could manage, but at night instead of scrolling social media she'd sometimes find herself poring over the text thread in the groupchat she shared with fushiguro and itadori.
instead of reading messages over and over that equally made you cry or laugh, any sane person would have just left, however nobara is crazy and honestly? it'd feel a little wrong leaving. kinda like an unspoken betrayal, so no: she wouldn't. still groggy with sleep and emerged from her room, palms knead her eyes in an attempt to further wake herself up. a pick-me-up was so needed and she moves, a young woman with purpose, only to pause when:
she sees that familiar dark haired mop of spikes. fushiguro, he'd been there when itadori had ... they both felt his loss, were kindred in that. isn't it tragicomic how history repeats itself? fushiguro's more visibly shaken up about it than she is and she doesn't blame him. after all, he witnessed the ordeal and it'd been the first time he'd lost a classmate in the way he did. the way they both did.
“ i'm ... okay, but jeez, you look like you haven't slept a wink. wanna go get coffee with me? it'll be my treat just this one time. ”
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platonic sentences.
a small collection of platonic sentences used in casual interactions between friends, or those who need a moment of platonic sweetness. some are goofy, some are serious, some are just sweet and domestic.
“ you’ve got something there… let me remove it for you! ”
“ lean on me if you’re tired, i’ll keep an eye on the movie… ”
“ you look really good today! ”
“ your hair is really soft, what kind of braid did you want again? ”
“ i love this. just you, me, an ungodly amount of blankets and netflix. ”
“ if you want it i’ll get it for you, don’t worry! ”
“ you really make my days, you know that? ”
“ nothing makes me happier than being here with you ”
“ hey hey hey, if you wanna share fries you could ask first! ”
“ okay, i’ll give you half of my burger for half of your sundae, okay? ”
“ uh huh? you’re gonna take me? you and what wrestling army? ”
“ oh ? really ? me ? weak ? have you Seen my muscles ? ”
“ can you stroke my back for a moment? i just want some cuddles. ”
“ i just really want a hug today. ”
“ you look like you could use a hug today ”
“ that outfit looks really good on you, by the way ”
“ okay but, taste this, i made this but i can’t tell if it’s tasty — ”
“ come here — let’s sort this out ”
“ if i squish your cheeks together you look like a pufferfish ”
“ oh my god, your hand is MASSIVE compared to mine ”
“ are you serious? is your hand this tiny? let me compare to mine — ”
“ yes please, keep stroking my hair. i need that today. ”
“ you. me. junk food. today was crap and i need Us time. ”
“ is that the perfume i recommended to you? it smells really good on you!”
“ you’re hogging the blankets, stop it! ”
“ if i just flop over on your lap, will you let me sleep in peace? ”
“ scoot — over — i need to lie down ”
“ give me your feet and i’ll rub them ”
“ hey now, it’s okay? i’m here for you ”
“ we make a good team though, don’t we? ”
“ hey ( name ) wanna catch a movie later today? ”
“ here you go, your favorite snack — picked up a few on my way over ”
“ well d u h, of course i know your favorite snack. friends do this stuff. ”
“ oh, so you really think i don’t know you? mhm? test me! ”
“ you think you know me? really? okay, what’s my favorite … ( thing )? ”
“ i can’t believe my clothes look better on you. that should be illegal. ”
“ well if this meme isn’t us then i don’t know — ” sends meme.
“ your shoulders are really tense, can you try to sit still? ”
“ i’ll buy you dinner if you rub my back right now ”
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wara ningyō are a popular kind of katashiro made of straw [ ... ] wara ningyō are used extensively as wards against evil. they are combined with something from the recipient of the curse, such as a piece of hair. this transforms the doll into a substitute for the intended target. long nails are pushed through the wara ningyō, harming the subject as well as the doll.
#waraningyo is an independent, privately selective, mutuals only, headcanon and lore-heavy rendition of kugisaki nobara from akutami gege's 呪術廻戦. delicately crafted by nine and re-est. dec 2023.
#𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖸𝖮 is a highly selective, private, mutuals-only, & headcanon + lore-heavy rendition of 𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗜 𝗡𝗢𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗔 from akutami gege's 呪術廻戦. est. sept 2023 & delicately crafted by 𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗛 ( she / they, black + sāmoan ).
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♡'d. 웃 feat. ieiri shōko!
午後2時, 平成30年8月17日, tōkyō jujutsu tech.
the smell of antiseptic is what greets her as heels turn to walk her down the halls of the infirmary wing of tōkyō jujutsu tech while well on her way to ieiri-san. in dainty hands is a hall pass clutched, as well as a hand written note, given to her by gojō-sensei.
she's been down these halls more times than her pride allows her to admit, muscle memory leading her swiftly. in no time, nobara is poking her head inside one of many rooms: one of which ieiri-san just happened to be working in diligently, sat hunched over a work desk, reading something rather intently.
intuition and the material reality of being part of jujutsu society — i mean really being part of it! — tells her that the older sorcerer is reading a death report.
perhaps one of many that she's shuffled viewing throughout the day. it comes with the job, of course, and nobara particularly feels no way. well, that was a half a lie. she had cared once, about death reports, when itadori was killed on their retrival mission to the eishu detention center in west tōkyō.
she'd been put out of commission early in during and cursed her own shortsightedness in not being properly prepared, concerned more about sightseeing and stuffing her face with new foods rather than making sure that she was properly equipped to fight against the thrall of curses tōkyō threw — and would continue to throw — in her path.
what is she, being tested yet again? just who knew, really? she passed the initial that reaffirmed her place among her peers as a student and that was all that mattered in the end. she passed the one that marked her crazy enough to fit snugly in this shadow society with flying colors.
a few dyed strands of ginger are tucked behind an ear as she hands over the note. her individualized assignment this day had been fairly simple, to him at least: she was to sit in, listen to ieiri-san explain the theoretical framework of using reverse cursed technique, watch her demonstrate such, and jot down notes. truly, though, this was easier said than done:
reversed curse technique is extremely complex and even healing — something ieiri-san was one of few people known to be adept at — was a concept it'd take years to learn. nobara supposes that that's why her sensei has her trying to get a hang of it now while she was still a second-year, blooming still with so much promise.
still though, nobara finds a chair in the nearest corner of the room, plops down in it to sling her bookbag off her back, rummage around for a sparkly blue gel pen and a notebook, and she flips it open to find a page to prepare to write on. should be easy enough, right? hah, fat chance of that!
either way, she's attentive as she can be while eyes track ieiri-san's rise from her desk, to her shuffle over to pulling open a drawer full of manilla folders and neatly tucking the latest report into that folder, to her eventual walk over to the table she'd prepared for nobara's professed lesson: pulling the drawsheet back to reveal the immobile cursed corpse underneath.
gross ... technically speaking: it was distinct from the cutesy creature type of cursed corpses nobara knew principal yaga to fashion. this was more human-like in appearance, probably meant specifically crafted to invoke anatomic familiarity. deliberate lacerations were made on its body: deep gashes in its arms, legs, and hands meant to simulate grievous injuries but they pale in comparison to the reality of a sorcerer doomed to a curse. there's usually not much to recover and an intact body is a blessing.
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
wara ningyō are a popular kind of katashiro made of straw [ ... ] wara ningyō are used extensively as wards against evil. they are combined with something from the recipient of the curse, such as a piece of hair. this transforms the doll into a substitute for the intended target. long nails are pushed through the wara ningyō, harming the subject as well as the doll.
#waraningyo is an independent, privately selective, mutuals only, headcanon and lore-heavy rendition of kugisaki nobara from akutami gege's 呪術廻戦. delicately crafted by nine and re-est. dec 2023.
I like to mess around and find out and that’s my exact problem
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