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Cursed Corpse Gojo (Prologue)
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Summary: You're cursed with being binded to the ma
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Summary: You were burned for loving a monster, now you owe Him.
You stared at Sukuna as he stood above you, only a few feet away. His red ruby eyes of wrath staring deeply into your fading ones.
His grin twitched while your own lips dipped into a straight line from the smile before.
The aching pain of something piercing the under part of your ribcage. A burning sensation at your feet slowly moving up your calves.
Your body bound against hard wood, the splinters digging into your back. Your head lolling to the side as hot tears drip down your cheeks.
Sukuna stood there for a long moment, his brain processing what is happening.
He had just gotten back from destroying a village a bit yonder of the Kominka. Planning to come see you and gift you the unique flower of the mountains to you. But now...
You're burning at the stake.
His eyes slowly widen and his grin drops an inch. Body reacting on instinct, his hand swatting in the air and everyone who cheered and crowded around the burning of you--was chopped to bits. Blooded splattered and so did their organs and brain matter.
His legs heavy and loud as he moved quickly towards you. His lower arms clapped together and water rained at the burning fire eating at your body. His feet squishing into the blood soaked earth.
His nails tear through the rope with ease that binded you. His lower arms held you, upper ones caressing your face and forcing RCT within your blood-flow.
He watched as the light fades from your teary eyes. The color rolling back to behind your upper lids.
He hissed in distaste. Forcing more of his cursed technique within you. Grunting in anger as your limp body doesn't warm within his arms.
"Damnnit woman! Open yer eyes!" He demanded, brows furrowing in.
His teeth gritting and caused a slight spark.
The minutes pass, he sat there for a good hour. Forcing his cursed energy into a dead corpse. His eyes growing hot and the air of ash and bloodied fog stinging them.
Sukuna gave up. His upper arms going limp and the lower pair pull your corpse to his chest. Closing his eyes and cursing.
"You are cruel. To yer husband. Making him windowed. The audacity of yer departure!" He roared. The village began to shake, the empty winds picking up.
His body folding over as he held the corpse to his body.
He won't cry, he won't sob, he won't shed a single tear.
But he will eat you. Slowly consuming your body into his, his lower mouth chewing and tearing apart the tendons and flesh of you. The bones snapping and making him flinch.
Ryomen Sukuna, flinching?
He cursed into your flesh of your neck, teeth Sinking in and tearing your neck apart. Both mouths consuming you, the taste of your blood and meat made him gag. He had to take a moment before he can eat anymore. His eyes closing and brows scrunched.
When he ate your arms and legs, eating up from your abdomen to your chest. Stopping at where your heart used to be.
Taking the small thing in the palms of his hand. Staring at it.
He couldn't eat anymore. He couldn't bring himself too.
He stared at the hole he dug himself. All the body pieces and bits of flesh of the villagers in within it. A pond of blood and chunks.
He held your head, staring into your dead eyes. He tsked, lifting it up and gently as a monster could--kissing your pale lips. And tearing them off.
He chewed and swallowed. Staring at you one last time before tossing you into the pit.
His right lower hand held your heart. It bleeds still.
Sukuna inhaled deeply. Rubbing his temples before turning on his feet.
His walk back to the Kominka was long. His feet dragged and his body slightly slumped.
The moment he walked within he home of your both shared room. He looked to your side, the antique dresser. Your mirror, your fans your comb. He bit his lip and grunted.
Taking a white kimono of yours, folding it neatly and taking it out to the garden.
He bent infront of the pond of koi you, oh, so loved. He loathed it. He hated it.
But it was your favorite place to wait for him when he came home.
This place is no longer home.
It's long lost its meaning.
He placed the kimono on the grass, before placing your heart upon it.
Staring for a long bit before he snapped his fingers.
Uraume appeared.
Their own face solemn and faded of color.
The held a class covering, and placed it in his hand.
Sukuna placed it on top of the kimono and heart. Staring at it before standing.
His eyes of ruby red, turned to a deep maroon. He clicked his tongue.
The rain began to pour, as if it was crying for him. So he didn't have to. Nor did he want to.
The drops trickle down his cheeks and face piece. The water drops like his eyes were leaking. His teeth grit and his hands clenched. His right hand lifting and he liked at the dried blood from where he held the heart.
Uraume stared at the make-shift shrine of your heart. The foot slight tapped and freezed the glass and the heart within. To store it, to keep it from rotting.
"I despise you. You're the most ungrateful human to ever walk this earth..."
"You swore to me your life. For all eternity..."
"Humans are truly the cruelest."
Notes: I listened to Freaky ahh music while I wrote this Lmfao</3
Android!Geto, but is a recreation of your deceased husband. Built exactly like him, sounds like him, hair like his, hands like his, eyes like his. Down to the same personality.
Android!Geto, who slowly begins to grow his own conscious. His own mind, his own personality. Flexible to reality.
Android!Geto, who wants to be exactly like your deceased husband. He wants to replace and become your husband.
Android!Geto, who is willing to destroy parts of himself for you to fix him. To watch you scold him while fixing his arm. The titanium bone poke out his rubber skin.
Android!Geto, but hates Gojo. The original him, the human him, loved his best friend. But him? He doesn't want anything to do with the annoying prick. He's getting in his way. He has to dispose of him.
Android!Geto, who takes care of the girls with parental care. Loves them like they were his own. But would kill them without hesitation if they dared to ruin his plans. Or if you asked.
Android!Geto, that wants you to love him, with how he is. Not who he's based on.
Android!Geto, who is willing to kill and destroy anything in his way. Willing to burn down cities, kill children if you so asked.
CW: Detailed depictions of death, gore, Geto is completely off his rocker here, Reader is dead for most of the story, super dark you have been warned. (Not beta read lol)
WORD COUNT: 2.2K
It had been a terribly rainy evening. Grey clouds blotted out the sky, and rain came down like hail on your umbrella. The surrounding city scape was painted in melancholic blues and soft greens, mainly from the trees that hung over head of the sidewalks. Cars whipped by with little regard for the civilians unfortunate enough to be walking on the sidewalks nearby. One car in particular hit a small pot hole full of water, angering the old woman standing beside you at the cross walk, as you both were now soaked from head to toe.
Mina's message illuminated your phone with a soft buzz, as you fumbled around with your now drenched jacket, trying and failing to un jam it's rusty zipper. Slick fingers clumsy pulled at the tiny peice of metal. Your frustration making you accidentally break the zipper all together. "Fuck." You muttered, appalling the haggled women beside you, as she shot you a disapproving side-eye, one you pointedly ignored.
Your phone buzzed again. This time you answered. "Mina I'll text you in a minute, im almost home okay". You huffed out, as she finially relented, and hung up.
The red hand finially turned white, signaling it was finially time to cross. You jammed your phone into your pocket as soon as you stepped off the sidewalk. At least you tried to, before your beloved cellular device missed the safety of your jacket pocket by a millimeter, and clattered to the ground. The sign counted down the minutes, while you bent down to grab your phone and check the damage. A bike rushed by you, making you lose balance, clearly in a hurry to cross, as you slipped and hit the ground with your phone.
"Did you remember to pick up the ice cream?" Satoru's voice cracked through the static of Suguru's phone as he drove. "Yes, but you're breaking up Satoru" Suguru readjusted his grip on the steering wheel.
"Haha, must be that shitty cell service of yours, I told you you should've went with the same plan as me" Satoru laughed, and Suguru sighed. "I'll be home soon, love you." Suguru hung up after his husband bid his own farewells from the other end of the line. Tossing his phone into the passenger seat, Suguru sped up slightly, more or less in a rush to get home. It was his and Satoru's 5th anniversary.
They were married straight out of high-school. Satoru had helped pull him out of his depression, and been his shoulder to cry on during the whole thing. They had only grown closer, till eventually Satoru finially popped the question. Much to none of their friends surprise, (especially Shoko's) they were getting married. Satoru's family hadn't approved of course, and threatened to cut their own son out of their will. One talk with his old man, and he was quick to retract his threat all together, realizing he couldn't risk losing his prodigy of a son. Now years later, and they're still happily married.
The car picked up speed slightly once again, Suguru had to work overtime again, and his stop at the grocery store had already taken much longer than he expected. He was eager to get home. The road was completely clear, and most cars, had vanished somewhere behind him by now. A bend was quickly approaching, one mostly obstructed by the trees on both sides of the road.
He was clear to keep the same speed, until a shape in the distance on the crosswalk ahead caught his eye. Right on his next turn at the crosswalk, what looked like maybe a duffle bag, or some clothes, laid. It was hard to see through the heavy rain and his windshield wipers. The light had just turned green, and whoever was finished crossing settled on the other side.
Suguru hit his blinker, before the supposed duffle bag sat up. It was too late by then.
A sickening thud, then the crash of a windshield boomed in his ears, as his car veered off onto the sidewalk with a loud screeching swirl. Suguru's airbag depleted, as he rushed out of the car tripping over his own feet. His entire windshield had a massive indent, with shattered glass all over his hood. Laying almost 20 feet back was a women, sprawled out on the ground. At least from what he could tell, her limbs where all at wrong angles, jagged bones stuck out of skin, and her head was laying limply to the side. Blood was smeared across the asphalt like red paint. Suguru followed the grim trail.
His heart was pounding in his ears, ringing like a bell in his head. Each gasp of breath he took felt like inhaling glass. The closer he got the worse it looked. He was moving on nothing but adrenaline. Squeezing by the small crowd of people that had begun to gather around, Suguru all but fell to his knees. Trembling hands didn't know what to hold first. Her face was bloodied, hair stuck to her neck and face, matted with sticky blood and rain.
He removed her hair from her neck to check for a pulse, anything.
"Oh my god-" one woman muttered. "I'll call an ambulance!!" Another man began to back off. "NO!" Suguru's voice cut the man off, "She's still alive! I'll take her to the hospital myself" Suguru swore he could still feel your heart pumping, he could hear it even, if only faintly it was still something, it was proof of life. Suguru gathered your mangled form into his arms and darted to his car within seconds.
He wasn't thinking rationally he knew that, but he had to do something. Satoru and him both were more than loaded enough to take care of you, to pay for all of your medical bills, everything. He'd make this right, and then everything could just go back to normal again. Suguru pulled out, his car resiliently humming to life despite the damage. Satoru and his shared apartment was close enough, he'd worry about fixing his car later.
The car was pulling into the in building parking lot within minutes. Suguru had wrapped you in his coat, hiding most of the damage, and to warm your body. You were ice cold. He carried you bridal style to the elevator, before punching in the floor number.
The yellowish tint of the elevator light above had illuminated your face with an olive hue. Your jaw was slightly slack, and one of your eyes just barely hung open, from the way your head was tilted back. Suguru took a moment to stare at you, guilt quickly rising to the surface and making him frown even harder. He tapped his foot impatiently as the doors finially slid open.
Suguru rushed out, making a beeline for his and Satoru's apartment before anyone could come out and see him, and possibly call the police.
Satoru answered the door, grinning at the arrival of his husband, however when his blue eyes trailed lower, his smile fell from his face entirely. "Suguru what the fuck!?" Satoru stumbled back, before meeting Suguru's pleading eyes. His horror turned to confusion. "Please, Satoru I need your help." Suguru stumbled inside, barley kicking his shoes off, before gently depositing you onto the counch, with the kind of care a mother would have for a newborn. Satoru rushed over, to stand beside his husband. "What is this, what the fuck happened? Why haven't you taken her to the hospital yet?" Satoru's head whipped around to face Suguru. "Its- its a long story, please Satoru. We- I need to fix this. She's still alive." Suguru's pleading eyes reached his husband's. Satoru swallowed thickly before nodding and darting off to retrieve their immediate medical supplies. He'll have to call in a doctor as well.
The ticking on the wall felt like it was driving Suguru insane. Each soft noise matched the slow rhythm of your heartbeat. Satoru had helped to bandage the bulk of the damage, you hadn't moved or even flinched once. Medicine had dissolved on your tongue, before Suguru helped you to swallow it, by slowly pouring water from a bottle down your throat. But your heart still pattered faintly in his ears. Insistently so. He knew you're alive. Suguru's hand found yours. His large fingers interlocked with your smaller cold hand. "I'm so sorry." Suguru muttered, stroking your knuckles softly. Satoru watches from the doorway nearby.
The following days, Suguru had been convinced it was his life's mission to take care of you. Even going so far as to wash you, like you were his living doll. Satoru hadn't once enjoyed this, any of this. At first, when he phoned his private doctor Mr. Yamamoto to the apartment, the old man had wrinkled his brows at the scene before him. Satoru had stood over the man's shoulder the entire time, as he checked your pulse, while Suguru trembled like a guilty dog with you in his arms.
Suguru hadn't seen or heard whatever muffled conversation his husband and Mr. Yamamoto had. He rocked your still body like a broken child. Whispering his apologies.
The water was warm. Satoru sat, knees to his chest, and Suguru sat with his knees bent, and your limp form slotted against his chest. There was something nightmarish about the scene before him. His loving, and level headed husband, that has always been the voice of reason, (even to Satoru's own shenanigans) that he's known for almost 8 years now, was currently sitting across from him, a hollowed out look in his eyes, and a corpse laid against his chest. Horrific didn't even begin to describe it.
Satoru had been there for Suguru during his first psychotic break. Suguru had developed such a deep depression during the end of their high-school years together, that he had eventually fell into psychosis. Satoru had nursed him all the way through it, but this? This was something else entirely, and Satoru knew he was partly to blame for it getting this bad. He had paid off Mr. Yamamoto during his visit where Suguru couldn't whiteness it, just enough to keep his mouth shut. Thankfully (or not) you didn't seem to have any family that were going to be collecting you either, not one person had come looking. Satoru didn't think his husband would be able to handle the actual reality of this situation. You were long dead, you had been since he first arrived with you in his arms.
"Satoru?" Suguru crooned, smiling softly. Satoru's eyes snapped up at the sound of his husband's soft voice. "Yes..?" Suguru stroked your hair idly. "She wants you to wash her hair this time."
Satoru froze. "What?"
"Wash her hair, Satoru." Suguru repeated calmly.
Your scalp was stiff, and the roots of your hair where all but dead. Suguru smiled softly, like a lover watching the people he cared the most about from afar. A chunk of your hair fell out into the tub, Suguru didn't even flinch.
Satoru almost threw up, immediately he gagged, and Suguru frowned.
Shoving you away, Satoru jumped out of the tub, doubling over and vomiting his guts up in the toilet nearby.
"Don't pay any mind to him sweetheart..." Suguru murmured into your ear, pulling you back upright. Like a doll, he configured the mangled corpse back into position against his chest. Satoru hadn't really realized till now how much the color of the tub water had changed. It was murky. Bloodshot blue eyes trailed up to their mirror where a few flies had begun to linger.
Suguru never once moved, and never complained of a smell. He was perfectly content.
"Suguru...that thing- her! She's dead!" Satoru's raspy voice cracked, as he looked over his shoulder to his husband. He had to fix this. He had to snap Suguru out of it.
"She's not. She's not dead. I can still hear her heartbeat." Suguru lifted your corpse, pressing your chest to his ear, as if to test his theory. Thump, thump, thump. Just like he thought. Satoru, for once was wrong.
The bathroom light bulb flickered ahead. Suguru had complained in the past about it, that it was going to go out one of these days, and that he'd have to change it soon. He never did get around to doing that. Not before this happened, whatever this even is.
Guilt is a sick thing. It makes you irrational, emotional, frustrated. It drives many to their breaking points, frying every end of their nerves till there is nothing left. Satoru supposes that's what happened to his beloved husband. Suguru could only handle so many deaths, before he lost it completely. He blamed himself back in high-school when that little girl Riko had died, then when their underclassmen had soon followed in an ill fated accident of his own. Now this.
Satoru stood in the hallway, barely illuminated by the evening sun, warm rays of light painted his pale face in a soft orange. The tall white draping curtains he had carefully picked out, where partly drawn. He didn't dare move an inch to open them, as he watched Suguru stuff food into the mouth of the rotting corpse, sitting across from him.
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Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who isn't afraid to tell you he wants your attention. Staring deeply into your soul like the Reaper coming for your death. His one eyes glowing in the dark as he watches you sleep every night. Body eerily still as he stood in the corner of your room.
Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who hates how he looks now. No longer confident in his looks. Mostly the neck up. He doesn't care he's missing his guts or arm. He's just upset about his face. The scars, his empty socket, and the hanging tendon that holds his only eye. Clawed hand tugging at the eye bags he'll forever have.
Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who loves listening to you breathe. His bloodied body laying against your sheets just to be close enough to hear you breathe. Or when you're out in the day, his body hovering close to you like a lingering shadow. Listening to your breathe and heart to remember what it's like to be alive.
Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who still has his infinity. But it's power is sliced in half. He no longer could use infinity on himself. He couldn't protect himself from flying knives or debris. But he could protect you. His body instinctively reacts to protect you when a curse appears or when you're on missions. Ablitrating them in just one move.
Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who secretly enjoys the tastes of different Curses. He never thought he'd do it, it just happened. When he was throwing a temper tantrum because you denied him the joy of going with you on a mission. He attacked a level 1 grade curse. Sinking his shifting teeth into the curse. New teeth replacing his pearly whites and tearing out chunks of the curse. Tasting sugar instead of the fowl taste Suguru used to gag about.
Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who used to be so good at everything. Perfecting and getting bored of said everything. No longer suffers boredom. Becoming a curse has limited his use of his old curse technique. He isn't God like anymore, but similar to being human.
Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who is your fiancee that never hated you. Who never not loved you. He finds your hatred for him adorable. You never liked him, even in high school. You were engaged at birth. Never grew up together, only meeting when you're freshman. It was love at first sight when you're beautiful eyes laid on his eyes of white clouds and blue skies.
Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who kills anyone who harms or creeps you out. Who tears their heart from their chest and rips heads off. His count of total murders he's done for you is more than he can even count. Even the smallest of a look sets him off.
Cursed!Corpse Gojo, who isn't a wholeheartedly loving version for himself. He is a monster, a cannibal, and someone who he no longer used to be. He's obsessed with you, in deep love and devotion. This isn't a love story, this is a Horror novel. You're not getting a happy ending with him. But does that really matter to him? No. Along as you're in the ending with him. Remember your vows?
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Notes: This is a series I'm writing for Gojo as a Mangled Curse Corpseā”
Summary: You're cursed with being binded to the man you hate. His dead presence following you everywhere. After dying to Sukuna, he's deemed to make you, and your students lives miserable.
THIS IS A PROLOGUEā”
Ā Ā HisĀ head made a sound of bones snapping, blood dripping from his sockets.
HisĀ pale skin coated in deep red.
HisĀ only arm raised slowly as he covered his eerie grin as he chuckled.
HisĀ stomach and all that was in it looked as if it was torn out, his lower spine and ribcage exposed.
HisĀ only eye hanging by a string of nerves, the intense glow of blue skies and clouds lit up the dark room that he stood in.
The room was covered in red, bloodied corpses and piles of unknown foul atrocities. Desks that belonged to the room flipped and broken.
The smell of iron and rot filled her nose.
HisĀ head snapped around to where he heard the sound, his head tilting as his grin widened.
HisĀ body slowly limped towards her hiding form, fully intent to tear her jaw from her head.
She held her hands over her mouth to contain the sudden urge to scream.
Her legs hugged to her chest as she hid under a desk that was still intact.
Her body was shaking to the point where she could almost vibrate an earthquake into the desk.
Her eyes watched cautiously as she watched his legs move, the limp in his leg making him slower than he seemed.
āOh baby~ā he sing-songed, his voice was smooth yet hoarse. It sounded as if it echoed in itself, to where it's terrifying even when he says ābabyā.
āCome out honey, donāt make me find you.ā he cooed with a giggle, a grown man giggling.
HisĀ body bending down to look under the desk two feet away from hers. The hanging eye was lifted by his only hand to look underneath.
HeĀ grinned as he stood back up.
The more he got closer to her, the more she smelt the stench.
Rotting flesh, the faint smell of gourmand.
Her eyes watered with how bad it affected her sensitive nose. Hands held over her nose to try and stop her from throwing up everywhere.
āDarling~ Come out, come out wherever you are!ā he hummed as he grew closer to her spot, almost mocking her at how slow he's walking.
āIsnāt this what you call; cat and mouse?ā
She had half a mind to scream at him.
She had tolerated himāuntil he lost it.
āI donāt like being teased, sweetie.ā he pouted, almost child-like.
His hand grazed against the topside of her desk.
āYetā¦ You still hide and run.ā
āWhat do you want in order for me to get you out of hiding? My life?ā
The sound that came out of his lips sent shivers down her spine.
The sound is haunting and devilish.
It was his laugh.
No longer the one she knewāthe one full of joy and playfulness.
Now; it's just a hollow shell of what it used to be.
āToo bad Sukuna already took thatā¦ā
HisĀ head swung downwards.
āHi Cutie.ā
She let out a muffled scream the moment he grabbed her and dragged her out.
She clawed at the desk legs, the floor, and anything she can grab to tear her away from him.
āHey now, is this how you greet your dead Fiancee?ā he smiled playfully.
HisĀ hand lifted her up effortlessly and stared at her upside down form.
HisĀ chestāor what's left of itārumbled with a fit of giggles.
āIāve missed you. Didnāt you miss me too?ā
She sobbed at the man she once had been her co-worker, no longer seeing him but a walking corpse of her resentment.
āIām sorry, for whoever cursed you Iām sorry you have to suffer this!ā she cried, all the blood rushing to her head the more she hung upside down.
āCursed me? Baby, thatās the least of my concerns.ā he turned her upright, his hand held her waist and pulled her close.
She gagged at the feeling of her body pressing against the blood and torn flesh.
āIām glad you cared though. At least now I know how much I meant to you.ā
His hanging eye glowed brighter the more he grew excited.
He crouched slightly and smiled.
āBe a dear, put my eye in place?ā
She covered her mouth, stopping herself from throwing up. She shook her head as tears rolled down her cheeks.
āDO IT.ā his voice came out demonic.
She sobbed and shakily lifted her hand, gently grabbing the eye. She gagged so bad she had to look away. Causing him to giggle in delight.
She slowly squished it into his socket, watching his eyelid slowly blink over it.
āOh goodie.ā he hummed, looking down at her and smiling more.
āNow I can see you better.ā
Satoru hummed happily as he levitated around you, his exposed bones clinking and rattling the more he moved. Itās been days since he began following you around, you had no idea why he chose you over all the other people. The two were basically highschool enemies, people who couldnāt stand each other.
You know for a fact that he doesnāt like(like) you, that much is known. So you have no idea why heās here. You came to the conclusion that heās just doing this so he can make your life more miserable even in the afterlife.
The only thing that is good about this situation is that; Satoru wipes out any other curse without you having to use your technique.
The moment you step on the battlefieldāheās already killed the curse.
A few smart comments about you needing to be faster, but he always ends up killing them before you even had the chance.
Even when youāre at your home, heās always there.
Stealing your hair ties and hiding them in your couch, turning the TV channels to annoy you, and even to the point where heād mess with you while you slept.
It really is terrifying when you wake up, his bloodied sockets and scarred face staring down at you.
You screamed almost every time.
Satoru found it fun messing with you and your everyday life.
He couldnāt do it before back when he was alive.
āAlright students! Today, weāre going to show our newer rookies how to adjust their techniques.ā
You smiled brightly at your now third year students.
Yuji Itadori.
Megumi Fushiguro.
Nobara Kugisaki.
āOf course sensei!ā Itadori proudly stood, wrapping an arm around Fushiguroās and Kugisakiās shoulders.
Kugisaki and Fushiguro only grumbled, their eyes mostly staring at the mangled corpse of their old sensei.
Satoru Gojo.
He waved with his only arm, grinning happily as the two students swallowed hard.
āSweetie~ Make them show off their amazing skills they learnt from me!ā he cooed, floating over to the three and smiling happily.
Itadoriās eyes glew in excitement at his old senseiās request, while the other two bit their lip and looked away.
āSenseiā¦ Can you please, tell āITā to go away?ā Kugisaki muttered, Fushiguro nodding slowly.
Satoru suddenly frowned, his eye dimmed and he let out a puff of steam. His feet now touching the ground, arms crossed. His head tilting and his hair of white strands sway gently in the wind. His lips twitched and tried to force his well known toothy smile.
Only for it to drip black blood along his lower lip and chin.
āGumiii.. Cāmon, donāt say such cruel things to your amazing Sensei.ā Satoru tried to tease.
Fushiguro only flinches at the old nickname. He looks away and grit his teeth.
You gave a sad look to your students, walking over to the two and giving a gentle pat to the shoulder
āJust ignore him. I know itās hardā¦ā You whisper.
The two only nodded slowly.
Itadori beamed as he conversed with his old Sensei. His eyes gleaming and his body bouncing as he discussed his new techniques. His pink tufts waving crazily with every movement he made in one place. Satoru smiled genuinely while listening to him. He could always count on Itadori to cheer him up, ever since he became this way.
You looked at Itadori and Satoru.
Shifting in your spot before Fushiguro called out to Itadori.
āYuji. Time for our sparring.ā
Itadori grinned and basically appeared infront of Fushiguro. His smile showed off the faint freckles along his cheek bones. He was like a hyper puppy. It made you feel at ease with all the tension.
Satoru stood next to you now, his hand poked at your side and you yelped. Smacking him in the sideāonly to feel the exposed ribcage with mangled flesh. You gag and quickly wipe the blood onto his ripped uniform. He laughed and looked down at you. His dimples appeared on the sides of his cheeks, deepening the sides and the scars bending.
āThisāll be a fun year.ā he cooed.
Notes: Agggh!! First time showing off my writings </3 be gentle with me lovelys^^ā
