* 𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋.

yukako is not so laden with humility that she is able to call it what it is without fuss or delay.    instead,    an experiment come to mind first.    secondly:    some odd,    morbid curiosity.    really,    it’s what happens when the strength of boredom supercedes your rationality in the kitchen.    for a reason beyond her comprehension,    yuji looks to it with fascination.    her disinclination toward it,    made noticeable by the raise of her eyebrows,    is solidified with her words begging for clarification.    “    cinnamon fish looks nice to you?    ”

...

perhaps  if  he  had  an  ounce  of  humanistic  reason  and  wasn’t  so  clad  with  natural  magnetism  to  things  he  wasn’t  acquainted  with  (  alongside  a  dash  of  density  ),  he  would  have  waited  until  after  the  elucidation  to  try  it.

unfortunately  for  him,  these  were  wishful  thoughts,  and  he  had  already  shovelled  in  multiple  bites  before  the  words  ‘  cinnamon  fish  ’  drew  his  attention;  not  that  it  even  mattered  what  it  was  called,  it  wouldn’t  have  stopped  him  regardless.  ❝  hmmmmmmmm  .  .  .  ❞  

gojo answers yuji’s confusion with a  hum  and the innocent tilt of his head,   which meant he was  anything  but.      ❛         oh,   the pictures?        ❜  

     ❛         ——  i had to acquire them for the  yearbook,   of course.     the higher ups think it’s a waste doing them because usually half the class is  dead  by graduation,   but i naturally disagree.     don’t you think after you’re executed you’ll want megumi to be able to think back on the time you both decided to go to a maid cafe,   like two shameless teenage boys?     i certainly would,   if i were you.       ❜  

a  frantic  patting  of  his  pockets  ensues  before  the  panic  even  begins  to  settle  (  and,  oh  boy,  does  it  settle  –  he  can  already  imagine  fushiguro’s  face  and  the  head  whack  that’s  to  follow  );  the  trepidation  in  movement  halts,  however,  at  the  elaboration.  

❝  you  .  .  .  ❞  dumbfounded  blinking  as  the  pieces  all  fit  together,  and  perhaps  it’s  gruesome  accommodation  to  the  inevitable  that  allows  him  not  to  even  remotely  flinch  at  the  bleak  callousness  of  it  all.  ❝  i–  i  have  a  bunch  of  photos  stocked  up  on  my  phone  for  that  reason,  sensei!  please  don’t  tell  me  you  already  sent  them  in.  ❞

❝ Like a puppy going on his first walk. ❞ Megumi muttered under his breath, watching as friend looked like he nearly stumbled standing up too fast. So excitable and always so full of energy while Megumi would take his sweet time connecting with Yuuji’s hand to be pulled up so they could get going.

❝ Come. ❞ The simple order was given once he was on his feet, phone unceremoniously shoved back into his pocket. ❝ The dog can walk with us down the mountain at least, I’ll recall him once we’re there. Wouldn’t hurt to let him stay out a little longer. Technically he could probably come with us the whole way since normal people can’t see shikigami but it’s best not to walk with him in public if I don’t have to so get your fill now since you’re the one who practically begged to see him. ❞

a  slight  bounce  on  the  balls  of  his  feet  as  he  tries  his  best  to  practise  the  patience  that  he  was  taught  as  a  child,  rather  fruitlessly,  considering  he  was  struggling  to  think  about  anything  other  than  a  sugar–loaded  drink.  once  palm  warmed,  a  slight  shift  gave  him  a  pull  upward  with  all  the  ease  in  the  world  before  dropping  it  back  to  his  side.

❝  you’ve  got  a  whole  lotta  rules  about  your  shikigami,  huh?  i  get  it!  .  .  .   well,  i  don’t,  because  i  don’t  have  a  cool  cursed  technique  like  that,  buuuut  if  i  did,  i  would  totally  get  it  –  probably!  ❞

whoa  .  .  .  is  this  what  pikachu  looks  like  in  tokyo?  awesome!

❝  what?!  i  thought  the  exam  was  next  week!  ❞  why  do  jujutsu  sorcerers  even  need exams?!?!?!?!  

hands  clasp  together,  and  he  falls  to  his  knees.  very  theatric,  very  dramatic  –  but  he  means  it  all  the  same.