Konbu.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the questions are being sent for . feel free to edit these as you see fit .

🌟 What’s something small they did as a child that hinted at who they’d become?

❤️ Who is the one person they’d drop everything for, no questions asked?

💔 What’s the one wound (physical / emotional) they’ll never fully recover from?

🗡️ What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger?

☀️ What’s their happiest childhood memory?

🌧️ What kind of weather matches their soul?

🍽️ What meal do they cook when they need to feel like themselves again?

🎶 What song instantly makes them emotional & why?

🌙 Do they sleep peacefully / fight nightmares every night?

🔒 What’s a secret they’ll take to their grave?

🪞 What do they secretly hate about their own appearance?

💪 What random skill are they weirdly proud of?

👶 Baby picture of them - what’s the most embarrassing thing about it?

🏠 Describe their home when no one’s watching—messy, spotless, chaotic cozy?

😭 What always makes them cry, even if they hate admitting it?

😂 What’s the dumbest thing they’ve ever laughed at for way too long?

🧸 Do they still have a childhood comfort object? Where is it now?

✏️ What nickname do they secretly love being called?

⚔️ How do they act when they’re furious but have to stay polite?

🩸 What’s the worst injury they’ve ever had & the story behind it?

🕊️ What would instantly calm them down in a panic attack?

🔥 What’s something they’d burn the world down to protect?

🌹 What scent reminds them of the person they loved/love most?

🪥 What’s their most oddly specific daily routine?

💔 What’s the one apology they’re still waiting for that’ll never come?

🃏 Are they the type to forgive / hold a grudge until the end of the universe?

🌌 What’s their biggest “what if” that keeps them up at night?

🦋 What was their “I’m not a kid anymore” moment?

🎭 Do they wear a mask in public? What’s the real them like underneath?

🧳 If they had to leave home forever with only one bag, what do they pack?

🌑 What’s the darkest thought they’ve ever had about themselves?

☕ What’s their comfort drink?

🖤 What’s a “villain” trait they actually possess?

🤝 Who is the one person they never want to disappoint?

🎁 What gift would utterly destroy them (in a good / bad way)?

🩹 How do they react when someone they love is hurt?

🌅 Are they a sunrise / sunset person - what do they think about while looking at their favorite?

🧣 What texture/clothing item makes them feel safe?

🦉 What piece of advice do they give everyone but never follow themselves?

🔪 What’s the most violent thing they’ve ever done for love / survival?

🦋 What seemingly insignificant memory do they cherish the most?

🌹 What is their love language & how badly do they need it right now?

🪨 What’s the hardest choice they’ve ever made?

🧋 What food/drink do they hate that everyone else loves?

🕰️ If they could relive one day of their life, which would it be?

👑 In their own story, are they the hero / villain / someone else entirely?

🌡️ What temperature do they keep their home at & why?

🧸 What would their younger self think of them now?

💌 What’s the letter / text they’ll never send?

He grins as he moves closer, bending every so slightly to throw his arm around Inumaki's shoulders casually.

"I'm glad you do have someone you're interested in. That's real great. You."

He points at him.

"--Should go and bother her to your heart's content, yeah?"

He pats the teen's back and pushes him ever so slightly. Gotta be mindful of his strength nowadays after all.

Toge knew how to get under the skin of others when it mattered, even if they didn't understand him, sometimes it was better that way. Easier to talk however you liked when someone didn't make the effort to translate.

Still, he's shoved away and the teen only stumbles a bit before glancing to Megumi's father and snorting a laugh.

"Bummer, and here I thought someone so cool looking would have thicker skin. Guess I can never judge a book by it's cover."

He gives a mock wave with two fingers saluting off his temple.

"Oh yeah? If we're such acquaintances, what's my name?"

A subject that would never come up around this little annoying bug of a kid.

He shrugs and raises both hands, a pitiful sigh escaping him. How brutal age can be on the body, he thought. Poor Megumi must be dealing with this on a daily basis, huh.

Though, at the mention of girls he quirks a brow, was that really all he thought teenagers would be worried about? How archaic.

"The only girl I'm worried about is Maki, truthfully. She's the most important one to me."

By a tiny little teenager. God. What did he do to deserve this? Suppose the question is more what didn't he do.

Instead of letting his annoyance show in a useful way, he threw on a lopsided grin.

"Now why would you care if something is bothering a complete stranger, little guy? I've been here long enough to not let you worry about it."

Toge knew he was treading dangerous waters, but at the same time, he couldn't really care when he was certain he could simply tattle to Gojo or Megumi himself about the whole ordeal.

Besides, what kind of grown man picks a fight with a teenager anyways? A loser, of course.

She tilts her head down at him at his suggestion. Despite herself, she can't help the minute way that her body straightens up, just a hair, at the prospect of good, cheap, food.

"They got one of those here? Is it any good- or are you sending me in there as a guinea pig?"

Not that she'd mind in even the slightest. Her arm raises to rest lazily along his head instead, elbow lightly knocking against his neck in a mock of annoyance. No hint of true animosity to be found.

But even after their squabbles they ended up drawing closer, and Toge ended up becoming one of the few who could see a softer side of Maki. One that would sneak out with her to 24 hour corner stores for snacks when neither seemed able to get to sleep.

"Nah, I've been there a few times with Fushiguro already. Already know some stuff you're gonna love. We can stock up like we did on your protein drinks."

Toge huffs at the arm resting along his head, a cheeky little grin peeking from the corner. He missed his best friend.

Good advice.

Unfortunately, he was a spiteful son of a bitch.

So, bleeding Geto of as much as he was willing to give seemed like a salve for a gaping wound. A temporary solution.

"Pestering isn't what I would use. I'm not bothered."

He sighed as he rubbed the back of his head. He had no problem with the students even if they were overly curious about him. There wasn't much to be that interested in and after awhile, they'll get bored and find someone else to gawk at. Such is the nature of children after all.

"I've been fine."

The words left his lips and in their wake a fire red and pink bud grows and blooms along his neck. He stops, eyes wide, before he rolls them because you have to be fucking kidding him.

He yanks the damn flower off, ignore the ache of pain it causes.

If that was the case, the man had to be lying to him.

Part of the teen couldn't even bring himself to care, after all, he barely knew this man and he had no real reason to be honest to a kid. Fushiguro didn't owe him a thing at the end of the day, and yet. Curiosity crawled along his shoulder like the green goblin mask whispering in Toge's ear.

Mess with him.

So that was what Inumaki's speaking voice sounded like.

The thought idly crossed his mind. Several new things were happening, then. Not only did he have some apparent changes in appendages, he also didn't seem to have access to his technique, either.

"If you don't mind."

He knew...something of Gojo's regular students. But he hadn't put much thought into it otherwise. They were future coworkers, as far as he was concerned.

Really, he should have anticipated one day being stuck entirely with only Gojo's students hanging around.

He guides the taller into the apartment, letting him get comfortable and stepping into the kitchen to glance through their fridge. A mixture of health drinks, veggie juices, sodas, and protein shakes greeted him before Toge makes a small humming in his throat.

"Probably should have asked first, would you like something hot or cold to drink? I can make some tea to go with the sweets I made recently for Maki."

Gojo.

And Yuuta.

Her face pulls down into a frown when the shorter says Okkotsu didn't show up around here despite her appearance. He's allowed to be busy in his own right, but the way he always sought her out when he knew she was nearby must mean he didn't have signal.

"Still. That's quiet a crowd...and I'm pretty sure I saw that Lawyer guy drop in with me."

Soft pools of mauve catch that frown, though it was something that seemed stationary upon Maki's face, there was a noticeable curve downward. She probably missed Yuuta too.

Toge wouldn't blame her.

"Yeah, and more of 'em keep showing up. Almost as quickly as they go." He had been a little bored and watched those contacts over the weeks, noting some appearing each eclipse, and the following cycle vanishing from existence. The concept was a little frightening, that someone could just disappear one day-but, then again that applied to just about anywhere.

Best to be optimistic.

As content as he was to fade into the background after everything that had happened during the final encounter, he was selfishly feeling happy that they didn't have to part ways.

Yuuta didn't have to attend to things with the Gojo clan, something that would no doubt consume majority of his time. Maki has become a sort of solitary person after the passing of her sister, it was something Toge never touched upon out of respect, to give her time to mourn if she even allowed herself the brevity.

His hands trembled, only slightly as he signed.

"It better sound familiar, he's my kid."

Of course, how could he not realize. But that was also on him for assuming Gojo-sensei and Fushiguro had the same relationship as he did, a pseudo parent of sorts.

"Not the whole school, but a good bit of the first and second years. There wasn't a lot of us to begin with, so uh...sorry if we've been pestering you?" Honestly he had no idea why he was even apologizing, he had no reason to.

It was about time to attempt to make friends with Gojo's students. Specifically, the ones he had personally wronged. Personally attacked and hurt. All to make Okkotsu emotional and reckless.

With the first step taken with Yuuta, Toge was next. He was saving the hardest one for last. Maki was not going to be easy.

He approached the cursed speech user with his hands raised, palms open, showing he meant no harm.

As funny as it would have been in the moment, he had a feeling there would be significant backlash from a few people, especially his teacher, for whatever reason.

The younger contemplates his options, meeting that gaze before giving an exhale of submission. Toge was not very keen on showing his belly to the man who was known for his cunning, but this was a 'peace' offering. If it sucked, he could always just hit the bricks.

The concept didn't bother Toge in the slightest, but Megumi never really mentioned family outside of his sister, at least not around him. The privacy was respected.