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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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“Unfortunately, my heart won’t be full of life if you ever did hold it in your hand. Though your heart…it does remind me of someone who is excited. I thought your heart only does this whenever you fight monsters, Lohen.” Blonde locks pressed gently against the other’s chest, still being bold enough to keep himself like this. No matter how many times those words would come off as…extreme, the traveler had odd experience with handling someone like him. Of course that person may as well be excited to take on a challenge with him which is why he left that part out. Cheeks heated faintly with how at ease the other was being about this arrangement of theirs. After getting satisfied, Aether would let his head raise up just to permit him to get closer.

“Ah, if you’re curious to listen…feel free to do so, Lohen. Also…” It definitely would be beating the same way as his though for a different reason. Aether can’t say he was afraid, only somewhat wary towards him. He couldn't help smiling at him when extending out a hand. “You can call me Aether, if you like. It’s like you said…I came to see Lohen, not the knights of favonius.”

toji fushiguro (jjk)

suguru geto (jjk)

yuta okkotsu (jjk)

lohen (genshin impact)

umemiya hajime (windbreaker)

takashii chika (windbreaker)

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.