Under The Same Sky

The sound of his voice makes Megumi freeze, heart dropping as he slowly turns, eyes widening as he sees Gojo standing just a few feet away, a shy smile on his face as he runs his hand through his own hair. “Geez you got old, I’m just kidding you look young again, not sure why that happens when you come here, but anyway, was it your time? You didn’t go too early did you? Man it feels like forever but at the same time it feels like just yesterday. It can’t have been that long already has it?” Gojo keeps talking, true to who he always was, even as Megumi stays unable to speak, throat dry and mouth open as he stares, all he can do is stare because Gojo is right there.

So he’s dead, that’s fine. He knew he was dying, he lived an honest life, he thinks he had a good enough life to die when he did. That doesn’t bother him, but Gojo…Gojo looks young. Had he always been that young? He barely got to grow up. Megumi outlived him by decades and he remembers being twenty eight, he remembers how young that was, just barely not a kid anymore and Gojo was that young when he died. Not like he had to grow old for his hair to go white but god did he deserve to. Megumi knew how it felt to grow old, and he got to die of old age and live a happy, safe life with his loved ones and Gojo didn’t even get to turn thirty. Gojo died violent and angry and probably scared, tossed aside like a broken toy because he was only ever useful when he was strong and he died so long ago.

“What, not gonna say anything? Is it death shock?” Gojo teases. “Oh no I get it you forgot all about me, pfft, you lived a long time kid, doesn’t surprise me.” He’s joking, Megumi can tell by his voice, and yet he feels hurt by it, he can feel Gojo’s hurt, as if he’s begging Megumi to say otherwise.

He only knew Gojo for maybe ten years. He killed his real father, threw him into the jujutsu society just like he was, a pawn thanks to his ability he didn’t ask for, and then Gojo died and everyone moved on. Six decades be spent living his life, growing old, marrying your best friend, having children, and forgetting all about some teacher he barely knew.

Why would anyone remember Satoru Gojo?

Megumi launches himself forward and crashes into Gojo. Ever his fault, Gojo is taken off guard, and falls, wrapping his arms around Megumi as his eyes widen in surprise. “Hey, kid I was just joking.” Gojo tries to laugh, but his throat is thick and tears are already stinging his eyes. Megumi still won’t speak, he just buries his face in Gojo’s shirt and cries silently, hands shaking as he clings to him, as if he’s scared letting go will take Gojo from him again.

The last time we hugged we were on the battlefield and I never got to tell you I’m sorry.

Gojo rubs his back softly, and hides his face in Megumi’s hair, holding him close.

There was supposed to be an exasperated sigh, annoyance and complaints over Gojo still annoying him even dead, over him being trapped with him in the afterlife when he had a real father somewhere here he could see, not just him.

But Megumi spent six decades mourning him, six decades of regret and guilt so heavy it made him sick, and finally getting to see him again means more than he could ever ask for, so he won’t ruin the moment with arguing or complaining, not right now.

🌷Day 3: Tulip/Geisha🌷

I thought a classical japanese art style would look nice for this prompt so I did my best (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

A/N: Felt like doing a drabble for one of my fav couples. Enjoy! 

Summary: “Gomen ne, I’m always a burden to you”. [Itasaku] [College AU]

FF link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14243231/1/

Sakura emerged from the kitchen with two cups of hot tea in her hands. Both of them were occupied with their studies, where she had mountainous of textbooks to utilize for her medical research whilst her lover of over a year had his business studies ongoing for the sake of continuing his family’s legacy. Their respective examinations and deadlines had begun to separate their times and distance further each passing day.

Before her, a raven long haired male quietly sat on the floor and his body leaned towards the coffee table, scattered with stacks of scribbles and papers. Though as college students, they had been living together whilst pursuing their studies and chasing their dreams. Slowly and gently, she let down the cups on the floor and took a seat next to Itachi with her body leaning against the table.

Her thoughts went to her lover. The one thing he had never failed to do was to walk her to her classes each morning, and waited for her every evening just so they could spend what little time they had together before they continued working on their studies. He had always come prepared for her.  

redrawing one of my draw-your-squad doodle from years ago: 📹 ✨Team 7 High School AU✨ (i'm into manhwa simple rendering recently 🤸🏻‍♀️)

When your "allies" become your murderers.

That's why it's most offensive to me that Sasuke was destroyed as a character, and also that the system hasn't changed since Kakashi and Naruto came to power.

That is, Sasuke spent time in prison, and the elders continue to hold their positions of power. As if the humiliation wasn't enough, Kishimoto also took away Sasuke's arm.

art log: 01.01.2026

Just look at the way he describes his time at the dojo. Here is a man we’ve only ever seen as singlemindedly obsessed with developing his martial arts techniques. He’s describing his time LEARNING those martial arts. And yet we get maybe 30 seconds total of him training and the rest of the time being utterly Devoted to caregiving and to Koyuki.

This man, who lived for nothing as a demon but developing his fighting techniques, is literally learning to fight and yet he describes his time as “I spent my days and nights by Koyuki’s side, changing her bandages and towels, carrying her to and from the bathroom, talking with her and keeping her company. I’m a caregiver after all. Oh yeah and I did some training or whatever”

Friendly reminder that none of them could imagine a future until they met and gave each other hope for a better life.