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hello to everyone! the name’s jazz and mun is 33 so expect there can be some nsfw content that revolves around sexual as well as other material that isn’t meant for the younger audience. i’m currently working full-time (with two jobs) which leaves my schedule somewhat open to roleplay but this is usually where most of my muses will be located. seeing how i have an unpredictable schedule, my activity will remain on a PERMANENT SEMI-ACTIVE meaning i will come to lurk and work on drafts slowly. please, please be patient and that’s all i request. other than that, i hope to have fun with you in interactions!

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That was the child within Suo that was crying for help, even if it was displeasing.

One shake of his shoulder managed to break away those thoughts as he stared at the source. Ah, speaking of the first year…he was the one breaking him out of that trance. That smile continued spreading across his face with arms positioned behind his back like nothing happened. Perhaps some little observation would be a good distraction, just to avoid talking about what really troubled him. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as Suo couldn’t help being dramatic with this confession. “Oh, nothing’s wrong Sakura-kun. I just feared my powers are getting weaker. See?” A finger pointed towards the eye patch, more specifically the string that had a faint torn on it. “Any damage to my eye patch and my powers might weaken by the day. It truly is frustrating, don’t you think? I wouldn’t want to drag you down.”

This world started to shift around ever since that person came to his life, not really understanding the purpose behind it. Hardly anyone around the male’s school ever paid this much attention to him. The introduction of Itadori is what threw him off-guard, not certain what to make of people who were painfully bothering him. It was better being left alone within this life that the harsh insults of his classmates were burying their nails into his skin. He hated hearing them, hearing the mixed responses by his mother, even that thing that whispered soft words. Junpei despised everything that his thoughts were growing colder by the day and got confused of who to trust. He didn’t understand anything about it, knowing he wasn’t anything special by no means. It would just be handling these affairs though something else managed to make its entrance one day after school. Tired eyes would look to each side, almost as if checking to see who was lurking around the shadows. It probably was just his imagination or someone else was about to make their grand entrance into his life.

He’s growing sick of this routine.

All Junpei wanted was to be left alone within his room and maybe watch one of his favorite horror movies. Instead, the male was looking around to make sure that no one was following him this time. He usually let it go and thought his paranoia was acting up randomly. But all it took was this strange creature that hovered around that guy, right from the corner of his eye…he saw it. Wasn’t that thing called a shikigami from what the other person informed him? This world really was a messed up one, but he didn’t receive any explanation aside from being told to be careful by Itadori. Whoever this guy was that was following him…it’s probably one of those people he was told to be careful of. His footsteps picked up until he reached the alleyway, completely out of breath from running away. “D…Did I…l-lose him? But…why am I getting the feeling that…s-something else is he…re…” A head faced the curse that was standing right in front of him which made the male lose his balance. He let out a scream, thinking this curse was about to end his life.

Nothing about this moment was strange since they were used to seeing each other like this. Maybe Geto’s memories were failing him, or it was the mere sight of Nanami relaxing that made him reminisce. Either options were fine on the curse user as he gave a shrug of his shoulders. He half-expected for their little bath together to be rejected, perhaps scolded to wait his turn until the other was finished. Surprisingly…that wasn’t the case. What a fun turn of events for him!

Already standing with a barely covered robe, he got the cue to undo the sash before letting the piece of clothing drop against the ground. No kind of words were exchanged when the curse user hopped inside the shower to stand right close to the other. The water fell against his skin with ease, letting those eyes close themselves to enjoy the moment together. He hadn’t engaged in this kind of activity together with anyone except…him. Geto undid the knot around his hair to let those long locks fall down, knowing well he’d have to brush it thoroughly later on. Finally their gazes would face each other briefly until Nanami grew shy over seeing their naked bodies together. He couldn’t help chuckling softly at the reaction, perhaps showing how innocent the male was all this time.

“Hmm what a misconception to have about me, Nanami.” Geto gave a playful stick of his tongue out as if he received the greatest insult to his name. “I never expected you to forget our time together that easily. I remember it like it was yesterday.” Well, it was jest since the memories the curse user played repeatedly in his head were the disgusting monkeys that cost the lives of countless sorcerers. Their existence was rightfully rid of when he took care of them and escorted those poor girls out of their torment. People within Jujutsu High were keeping everything away from them, covering it up with the means of dealing with curses. Their existence only proved meaningless and needed a new system to take control. He was determined to keep that goal in mind…even at the cost of his own life, and his old classmates. But he figured of giving chances and that included Nanami himself. A faint sigh escaped as he relaxed those shoulders, finding the weight of consuming curses repeatedly to take its toll on his body every day. His head rested against the arm of the other and smiled softly.

“Tell me, Nanami…why do you continue staying in a place that overworks you? I can see through your eyes how exhausted you are. I feel the same every day…having to consume these curses just to keep up with your pace. You’re lucky your stomach isn’t filled with curses and able to retain this form. But…it’s being slowly eaten away as the days go by. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a day off…freed of responsibilities, just like this shower alone? See?” His fingers would extend out, letting the drops of water coat them so freely. “It feels nice to have the water running through our bodies…”

“Taste…hmm…”

A tongue gave a slow lick as if savoring the remnants of Endo’s skin against Chika’s lips, trying to grasp what he was tasting. Only a few things would display in the phoenix’s head without realizing those intent eyes gazing at him. Maybe he wanted to have his own taste of the male’s arm too, as a way to understand this question. An arm held out to brush back the sleeves of his jacket to let the other have his own bite form. He hated they weren’t matching to make the picture together, and it’d only frustrate him to have an incomplete marking.

“Sweat and ink…also a burger…it’s not a bad taste, Endo.”

Names…it started with a name from what he recalled Umemiya’s words. And that was his name, right? It wasn’t a bad name in the phoenix’s head as his arm still held out to prepare for whatever bite he’d receive.

“B-But we need to eat something, Mammon. And Lucifer might get upset if we’re late for breakfast.” Cheeks flustered up the moment his waist was wrapped by the demon’s arms. It wasn’t as if the exchange student disliked the embrace, but it’s still hard to grasp how the Avatar of Greed enjoyed sleeping…without any clothes. They were simply cuddling though the shape of his physique pressing firmly against his back made his heart skip a beat. A unique scent of expensive cologne, along with other foreign smells, mixed together for the male to get intoxicated by it. Yuno hadn’t ever familiarized himself with these unique smells and could get used to the embrace. He’d simply have to get used to a naked form during their night cuddles, and not get any ideas of what could happen between them. It’s not like the demon saw him that way…right? His own stomach growled in an embarrassing time, hoping he wasn’t going to laugh at him for it.

“Heh, never figured you to be the kind of person to hold a grudge. It’s nice to know you aren’t completely hopeless to know it isn’t good to abandon every atrocity committed against your name.”

Oddly enough, no sense of insults were directed to him nor did he mind hearing such a response. It was refreshing to hear the lack of gullibility that wasn’t taken advantage of every moment of the day. The traveler’s presence hardly ceased to amuse him, making the puppet rather interested when grasping the vision at hand. He rarely saw any reasoning behind this game of theirs where an archon’s failed creation could be granted this gift. The wanderer could only laugh at the irony, even towards a star that had the curiosity of an annoying cat. A heavy sigh escaped his lips when setting the book to the side with a finger tapping the page’s contents. Sumerian dialect was written within each page, telling the tale of a lost civilization.

Something about this evening was pushing Suo away, even if it meant being followed or questioned. He couldn’t let it go and the wind was guiding him back towards the moon. Arms remained behind the leader’s back with that smile ever present, a little anxious with heading towards that apartment he fondly remembered. The hours of walking never ceased to trouble the male and was a rather good exercise. No words were spoken throughout the path, seeing how easy it was to sneak out every night. A bit of excitement stirred up his chest just like the last time his covered eye gazed at Nirei. When he finally arrived at the apartment, only a couple of knocks were made towards the door. The first year could have turned the knob though no thoughts came to mind. Instead, the familiar voice would shatter whatever unknown tears were streaming down the poor boy’s eyes.

Humans were absolutely rotten and he truly despised their natures when brought into their world. For what reasons was the sorcerer sacrificing his existence for, what was his training to get stronger truly being used? It was simply a selfish desire that non-sorcerers were taking advantage of and their feeble lives may as well never exist. Clearing away the rot of this world was the first step, maybe even creating new sorcerers from under the rubble of this city. Such thoughts managed to plague his mind and were even encouraged when discussing with that woman. Suguru stared at the empty arms that raised up, remembering there was a corpse he was carrying away from that deranged cult. To imagine that humans didn’t care about the vessel and merely saw that death as a sacrifice to their lunatic beliefs…it was unforgivable.

She was more than a simple vessel, but someone who wanted to carry out a normal life. Yet that normalcy wasn’t given to her because she was a part of his world.

Suguru couldn’t hold back that desire to right the wrongs of this world, and immediately resorted to killing off those organizations. His hands were stained enough to never be considered a jujutsu sorcerer and only a curse user. He didn’t care in the slightest, if it meant getting rid of those who don’t belong in their world. Perhaps one man’s opinion would have stirred him away though he was…gone? Or maybe his eyes played tricks on him, and the corpse he heard of was false. The memories were starting to blend together with every corpse piling up with each other. It was easier to rip each one to shreds, or having one of the curses consuming those filthy bodies. Besides…no one can replicate that familiar curse energy that overpowered everyone.

That faint smile appeared over his face with ease despite the crimes he committed. It was a bit frightening to see his own friend becoming this powerful, someone who didn’t play around like before or toyed with the curses they fought. Every movement he made was thoroughly sketched out like an open canvas though moving his brush without pausing. It was rather intriguing to witness, something Suguru had a feeling would happen someday. Yet he never flinched nor turned a blind eye and merely congratulated such growth. They could continue getting stronger every day, every day they could take the trash out together.

They can make this world a better place for sorcerers.

Such an agreement would make Suguru happy, but it turned out that the events did affect him. Well not the way he might have desired which is what made it quite frustrating to listen. What was there to fix, even if those organizations have already met their demise? Their corpses were scattered around the floor or were those glasses fogging up his vision? His body arched forward with a confused look on his face, not understanding what his friend was talking about.

“How do you sew back bodies together, Satoru? I don’t think it’ll be easy to fix something I don’t regret doing.”

Maybe their paths wouldn’t be meeting together in the end which made him take the first steps forward. Though whatever second step would be made, the sorcerer immediately stopped himself with hands tucked away in his pockets. He couldn’t help sighing heavily at the turn of events as he believed his one and only would understand. Out of everyone, Satoru witnessed the atrocities these non-sorcerers could commit to their kind. What use was it to sacrifice their lives and try to save them from curses when they can’t even see them? They’re painfully ignorant, but they pick on young sorcerers because they have abilities they can’t hope to understand. Suguru couldn’t see himself protecting any of these humans any longer and would prefer to leave this place to start off new. Turning around to face him, there was a calm smile that spread across his face as he chuckled.

“Ahh, aren’t you the one who’s walking away from me Satoru? I really hoped you would understand…after what happened to Riko.”

No matter what words were spoken out of him, Suguru couldn’t find it in his heart to harbor hatred towards him. He was the only person who understood everything about him and felt they were fated to find each other. There wasn’t any distance between them, even now when that finger of his could end the sorcerer’s life with a single flick. Footsteps would shift to approaching Satoru closely to make that finger tap against his chest. His heartbeat raced with the subtle excitement to see what move he’d make, maybe getting startled enough where he accidentally released that domain expansion to get rid of everyone around them. He wouldn’t care if it meant the non-sorcerers walking around them would perish…a perfect sacrifice.

“How would you rewrite what sentence they would carry out for my name? But perhaps…it would pain me to walk away from you, Satoru.”

Eyes would notice that arm dropping down to his side and he took the opportunity to embrace him. Out of everyone around them, only he wasn’t afraid to treat this man like a regular person. The sorcerer couldn’t help performing these gestures like a natural thing…he wanted them to go back to how things were. But ignorance would blind them from the problems of this world, and he knew Satoru couldn’t have the heart to do it. His goal was to save lives, just as he used to be, but those lives only revolved around his fellow sorcerers. Non-sorcerers may as well be primitive animals.

The compatibility was frightening enough while Surugu managed to break free from the grip in a few moments.

His own wishes of creating the perfect world for sorcerers would become the innocent dream of his, the kind that made him wake up. Caring for those two girls and watching them grow was all Suguru’s wishes…not the parasite leeching off his head. That was the supposed conditions to their little companionship, even if things wouldn’t work out to his own wishes. Being a corpse was a curse in itself and he merely desired to keep things how they should be. If his desired world couldn’t be created, maybe other sorcerers he inspired could take the torch.

Well those were meaningless thoughts for a sorcerer like himself.

Suguru immediately sensed a strong presence that was about to approach them with ease. All the other curses, and newly birthed ones, were eliminated as if taking out the trash. The curse user couldn’t help grinning underneath that crooked jaw as he readjusted it into place. Perhaps this body was growing too eager to see an old friend, but they’d have to deal with that troublesome man’s existence. If it meant using a seal to lock him up away…it was the more humane method of keeping him preserved…alive. He’d make certain to keep a watchful eye on it, and allow the creation of a new world to take fold. Sad enough to say that this isn’t the entire world that Suguru would desire.

“…”

A calm smile appeared on his face, something that resembled the very one and only the other craved to see. Surely he must have known it was possible to use curse techniques to bring them back to life. The reality of these sorcerers, the very ones who want to save lives, would become submissive to fate. They’d be blind enough to not hone their skills to perform these miracles even if it was a slight taboo. Well, seeing that reaction was worth it and made Suguru be the one who took hold of their conversation. One hand raised up rather casually, almost as if the deaths surrounding them were non-existence. In his world…it was only Satoru. Satoru was…his one and only.

“Yo, Satoru. Have you missed me?”

Well it’s not like Suguru was the least surprised to know Satoru wasn’t falling for the disguise. As memories served, wasn’t he the one who ended his previous life? Or were these memories muddled up together where death was experienced twice? A curious thought came to mind when hearing of such a taunt, almost laughing at the amusement. His body suddenly tilted to the side with a playful gesture that didn’t seem to impact anything. They all had him exactly where they wanted him, and he wasn’t about to let a little reunion be responsible for letting this man slip away. Yet that hand of his was oddly twitching in a way that wasn’t part of the plan. Could it be…

“Hm…of course it’s good. I almost forgot how easier it is to breathe…what it meant to live.”

Living seemed like an ordinary routine to follow every day, but Aki started to experience a new perspective with their contract. It’s strange how death never seemed to trouble him nor scare him away from Public Safety. Trying to pursue this revenge was all his body was motivated to do, even if it meant to live in this manner. Now his eyes were witnessing Angel smiling in such a manner that made his heart skip a beat. It was rather strange to the devil hunter, but he was grateful to have this new way of approaching his life. He still carried the desire to help people though he couldn’t be distant to the idea of experiencing living. To think that a devil helped him with the desire to live, and not claim his remaining lifespan away.

“Everything a human could desire, huh…I hope I’m not too selfish for that, Angel.”

Was it considered a selfish wish to have the desire to live be granted to him again? All humans crave life, mostly in their final moments, but the devil hunter didn’t think he wanted to live. The life he already experienced was rotting his insides slowly and suffocating his lungs until all that tar was expelled out. He hardly saw a reason to care about the consequences, but meeting an angel…a devil made him rethink such options. It truly was an irony that made fun of Aki for what he usually told himself. Perhaps it was quite a shocking truth to hear where this life came from, mostly because of the things he was informed of Angel’s capabilities. There rarely came such a contract where a devil can deliver such a life. His hand raised up to check at the veins around his wrist, not really minding that his new life came from the ones he took long ago.

“You mean…I won’t have to worry about leaving you alone due to human fragility? I’m glad…I won’t be making you sad with my own death any time soon.”

Even with these words escaping his mouth, Aki couldn’t control back the muscle memory of bad habits. His fingers twitched against the table for a third time that seemed quite involuntary to the devil hunter. He truly had no idea how unnatural this felt, or even saw the complete ensnarement of what smoking had on his life. The habit was practically planted to him like a normal thing even if his younger self declared its unnecessary reliance in the past. He remembered telling her, through the eyes of a teenager, that smoking was bad for your body. Yet she convinced him of the useless worries if they were destined to die young regardless. The lack of caring for his life had brought him to these habits, never realizing how it’d claim him through memory alone. A hand quickly reached for the beverage instead of an invisible item within his pockets. His heavy sigh carried the weight of embarrassment for what he didn’t have control over just yet, almost fearing such a thing.

“I’m sorry, Angel. I’m not…sure why my fingers do this. I just need something to hold in my hand or perhaps chew some gum to replace this muscle memory.” It was like this for quite some time and he couldn’t help when those tendencies would display themselves before Angel. All it took was a single gaze towards a booth that carried those cigarettes he once inhaled, and then the faint punishment came underneath the table. That managed to snap the devil hunter back to reality before distracting himself with the sight of the devil. Just gazing at him, along with his fair reminder, helped him to pull away from that desire to fall back. Aki didn’t need those cigarette packs any longer when he desired to reach out for Angel’s fingers. They hovered closely to his lips before placing a kiss on his knuckles, preferring this over what was happening around them.

“I won’t…not when I can do this every day instead. I don’t want this to be taken away from me.”

The moments when they moved on together were quite a startling revelation on his end. From the subtle actions performed, these days were filled with surprises that stunned the devil hunter. The words that Angel delivered to the lives he delivered in their contract and used on him were no exaggeration. He was starting to witness it firsthand, perhaps frightened at the abnormality behind it like a sudden elixir of life was taken. Aki couldn’t help the split seconds of gazing mindlessly at the reflection of the shop’s windows. He probably thought of checking if things were alright with him, and it helped to have those soft reassurances from the devil’s end. Still there were moments when he couldn’t believe it only because his body hardly possessed any reason to be completely exhausted. Lumping against the sofa wasn’t ever an option, neither were the apparent bags underneath his eyes were visible. They simply vanished…like being reborn anew.

“A better sword for me? Hmm, then this will be the second sword I use that’s created by you, Angel. At least I’ll know it came from you this time. Just…don’t let it strain you too much.”

Despite being given this new life by the devil, there’s no room in Aki’s heart where he could take advantage of everything. He gave a simple kiss against Angel’s cheek to enforce his concerns for what crafting another sword may affect him. As much as it would be nice to have another sword, the devil hunter was content with his current sword. He’ll only accept it if it means there’s nothing bad that would occur to the other. These moments were shared between them, then later interrupted by other devils that tossed some vehicles around. Sounds of humans running away would later make the male sigh a bit. One hand scratched behind his neck, giving a good stretch until facing the direction of the devil that caused this disturbance.

“Well, we might be in luck since there’s one right now that’s causing too much noise. A shame…I wanted to do something more with you, but that can happen after we take care of it.”

Sometimes that routine would be a daily thing between them but he hardly minded it any longer. This almost made the devil hunter recall Denji's own excitement, not caring about death and simply enjoying life. So this is what he and Powers experienced every day…which made him rather content to have someone like Angel by his side. He seemed to watch every action Aki performed, the old habits of reaching to his pockets were no longer present after weeks. It’s still strange to see the quickened growth of his hair and days where he had no choice but to let it down. At least the devil seemed quite happy with everything, their lives felt no different to those couples that passed by the park. He couldn’t help his own smile from showing because he was offered a second chance to live properly. Eyes would gaze at the sky briefly before resting his head against Angel’s shoulder, wrapping their fingers together with a chuckle.

How strange for this cute demon with horrible eyes to be relaxing like this in front of Reze. Maybe it was the oddness of her own actions being calm, but she got a little eager the moment he asked her what she desired. Perhaps the devil would take up his advice in blowing his body up…over and over again until she was satisfied. It was nice to have a toy that didn’t break so easily, not unless she dragged his defenseless corpse underneath sunlight if he angered her. Not a smart move to make of revealing what shriveled up a demon, she thought. No wonder those legs kicked the empty air while tilting her head in a softened smile. Those features continue observing that body shifting, almost as if he was secretly mocking her. Or he was genuinely comfortable with her existence.

“Only the weak would scream and I have no reason to be afraid of you~ You’re like a wild kitty that wants attention! I love cats more than obedient dogs that slobber up to their master…even when that master abuses them. But cats…cats are wild and scratch at their masters~”

Eyes would stare directly before the outside of the broken temple, the moon reflecting against her pupils in a natural glow. It was impressive to observe how demons behaved the moment sunlight vanished for the day. Yet the devil herself couldn’t ever see it as anything different, it was simply nighttime and the day has concluded. Night would invite new behaviors from him that carried its elegance at the same time. Reze couldn’t help hopping off the broken statue, standing right in front of the tall demon. “Ooooh? I figured my eyes would be the thing you notice, but thank you Douma~” Well it was a first to be flattered for her hair that was usually messy in its nature and hardly did anything to care for it.

“Wooow you like the idea of an audience watching us? How kinky, Douma! Hahaha, I kid~ Let’s see…we could head into the city and take apart a couple of humans along the way. I like the idea of watching them squirming without their limbs. Oh! We can also go to an office building as well.”

It might have been nice to head towards the empty school but there weren't any witnesses that Reze could show him. All the people were already gone, and the students were sleeping in their own beds at home. Seeing his excitement over skipping around the pools of blood was rather…cute to watch. She didn’t mind her shoes stained with blood, but it might make those humans run away in fear. What might have been bothersome was the odd texture of his skin. The absence of warmth was weirdly found in her own body, but he was utterly freezing. The uncomfortable sensation would make the devil flinch lightly. Oddly enough, she didn’t let go and simply tightened her grip with a giggle. Curiosity continued to strike her about this master that he served while tilting her head to the side.

“Ah, that bitch Makima? She’s not my master, hahaha! You’re so funny, Douma~ That vile woman just exists to control everything and everyone. I left her little dog alone so she has no reason to keep me around, which is why I managed to find you! Ahh but it is a shame that I can’t meet your master. Do you have any attachment to your master?”

She had absolutely no care for exposing her name, and practically hoped she was using her little rats to watch them. All of it came from the bomb devil’s own entertainment and perhaps hoping to find someone to rip that woman to shreds. It may have been wishful thinking, but she could use this demon whose strength could outmatch that control. Reze allowed her body to be twirled in between his words, she didn’t mind the coldness of his touch. Something about it was comforting, like sinking her hand into the school’s pool during the night. “Hmm…you definitely are delightfully unhinged, Douma~ I also see that you have the world as your canvas. You simply take pleasure in decorating the canvas until there’s no spot left untouched!” The sensation of mangled corpses touching her hair wasn’t a bother and simply saw it as a dirty pillow. It was only reminiscent of the exploded corpses she laid upon, humming to a familiar lullaby just to sleep.

“Ahh I’ve never waltz before, Douma~ We were never taught that elegant dance…could you show me?”

Reze’s curious nature continued to follow through his actions that seemed far more lively than her own. There’s much the devil had to know, mostly to play the role of a human even if she was nothing but a tool for that facility. Encountering an actual demon still violated whatever order their world had even if it wasn’t impossible. If devils could be a source of fear, why not these demons who had a limit to their terrors? It did fascinate her to see their differences that made her question about her body being far more fragile in regenerating itself. Another spin was done to her body, still being capable of following along for their date. “Humans are afraid the moment they see your abnormalities, Douma. You just gotta be able to hide it, like me~” Plus he’d have to control his hunger and not kill too many, or just simply let her distract him against her web. Either option would make things easier for them to enjoy themselves.