#chikoyama

yuuta only flinches for a moment as his back hits the brick. against an enemy he might've been more on guard, but he dropped the steely facade after seeing chiyori-san - the sight of her pain.

the second-year can't quite hear her words at first- he truly doesn't care to. instead, he drops the sword he'd readied upon hearing her calling for him. they'd talked about this scenario many times before - chiyori's plea for him to put an end to her and his own dismissive words. it's something he never brought himself to agree to.

"if you're guilty, i'm guilty," he says with finality, his gaze steady as a testament to his conviction. it's not an argument but a promise. after all, the two had become close thanks to their experiences as sorcerers. he'd once lost control back and been the reason people had lost their lives. he knew that wasn't a reflection of himself. if he wasn't a lost cause, she definitely wasn't - or at least he hoped.

yuuta doesn't realize he's tense until chiyori's hand falls from his shoulder. only then does he let out a breathe he'd been holding. his eyes continue to follow her as she slowly retreats, the background nothing but a blur.

her words, though only a whisper, tug on his heart. the shame and defeat in her voice make him step forward. it isn't her fault; yuuta had already decided that.

"senpai, you don't have to deal with this alone," he says, grabbing her wrist. "whatever you did, it doesn't matter."

1 6. dash games. i love dash games even if, for an oc, they typically don't get much engagement. sometimes it's just nice to be able to join in on what everyone's doing. it makes me feel like i'm more part of the community! i do wish i were funnier for these games, tho. x'D

Minoru retreated from the office after a respectful bow, having just given Satoru a full report of the work she'd been doing and received no more acknowledgement from Satoru than an order for her to just keep handling the things she was handling, as well as dropping a few more things on her plate.

Satoru could almost feel the question coming from the younger sorcerer before the words escaped her mouth, and he didn't even bother pretending he had any interest in the open scroll currently on his desk ( expenditures report for the clan armoury— safely keeping and maintaining a vast collection of cursed tools was a complex logistical affair. )

"Yes, when it's warranted," he replied cooly. He didn't meet her eyes as he talked, his own covered anyways and as a reminder that normal social conventions just wasn't what he subscribed to.

🪽 WING — if you could choose to have one superpower for a day, what would it be and why? what would you do with it?

🩵 LIGHT BLUE HEART

Satoru sat on the windowsill of his estate office, covered eyes turned outwards into the sky but his attention fixed somewhere far away. It's funny that the question catches him in a daydream, fingers idly etching something into the air as he murmured under his breath. he's brought back to alertness in an instant though doesn't show in the continued languid was he leaned into the window frame, long legs casually draped to the floor below.

"Does this count?" A smirk crosses his face as he holds up his palm whispering a few incantations as he weaved cursed energy with a deftness that could hardly be appreciated by those without the Sixth eye. A small barrier emerges, its surface almost crystalline looking instead of the usual black used to visually obscure veils.

"A pet project I've worked on since I was a student; I had a whim to return to it recently. You know how sometimes you want to transport a cursed spirit instead of exorcising it, and how difficult that is with larger and more dangerous ones? Well, if you can condense their cursed energy without destroying them, a specialized holding vessel can—" Oh, he can go into excruciating detail for hours.

Satoru spends a lot of time obsessing over sorcery concepts and new practical uses of such. His grasp of sorcery as a whole, beyond just his own technique, actually has him contributing a large amount of new knowledge and spells over the course of his lifetime, some of which he kept to himself, and some shared with those that he trusted.

🪽 WING

"You mean other than what I already got?" He barks a laugh. Between applications of Limitless and the curse of the sixth eye, his magical skillset covered a lot of bases. He had super strength, speed, he could fly, teleport, could conjure a wide variety of versatile spells; there wasn't really a power that he coveted.

"Let's go with controlling electricity. I just think it'd look cool."

Chiyori seemed endlessly curious, endlessly observant. Satoru hadn't had much time to get to know her in his school days; being two years his junior, he'd left Tokyo tech before her first year had concluded. Still they had spent some time together, and he remembers standing in line at a Pokemon event with the kohai at his side, her peppering him with questions about why he'd worn his "sunglasses" indoors.

He'd whipped his glasses off in response, plopping them onto her face to experience for herself— the lenses were not sunglasses, but opaque disks that blocked out vision entirely. He'd stayed cryptic with the questions that followed afterwards, wearing a large grin on his face as she puzzled over the mystery of his sixth eye.

A lot has changed in the years between then and now, but some things never will. Satoru was aware of the gaze that burned into him as he adjusted the wrappings around his face, fiddling with how they sat against his undercut under a mop of unnaturally white hair.

"I don't need my eyes to see," he dropped the information casually as he tied off the wrappings. They sat snug against his skin, providing a light pressure that has become a familiar comfort these days. "So I don't. The glasses would get lost or destroyed all the damn time, which is why I swapped over. These are much more comfortable."

He flashed her a sightless grin.

if they had a kid ; accepting

Name: Koyama Erina (Jangmi does not want their daughter to have her last name, since she was bullied for being Zainichi Korean in her youth.)

Gender: Female

General Appearance: 5’3”. Black hair with bangs and a hime cut, and amber eyes. A beauty mark on her left cheek. She dresses a bit like a tomboy with little feminine accents.

Personality: Smart, witty, playful, and even a little goofy.

Special Talents: Erina knows how to play drums, keyboard, and guitar, and is also a great singer. Her cursed technique is that she can see sound waves and single them out, agitating specific ones she picks out into creating a sonic boom strong enough to blow back (or even blow up, if timed right) people, objects, and curses.

Who they like better: Chiyori, because she's a little more fun.

Who they take after more: Chiyori, both in appearance and personality.

Personal Head canon: She doesn't actually want to be a jujutsu sorcerer. She wants to make music.

Face Claim:

“Satoru!” She gasped softly once she reached an entry with the image of a Pikachu — the mascot of the entire series! Until now, she hadn’t known that the Pikachu would actually be available in Pearl/Diamond games.

Aah, the yellow rodent was just so cute! She definitely needed it on her team! Chiyori reached for his sleeve, tugging gently. “Pikachu, how do I get Pikachu?”

Satoru was watching carefully as he let Chiyori flip through his Pokedex, ready to snatch his DS back at a moment's notice if there were any signs at all that she would do something to his save file. There was something intangibly precious about the time poured into the game that made it feel delicate to trust another person with.

Ugh, of course she'd get hung up on the mascot of the series of all things. Satoru had never seen the appeal of the electric rats himself, its popularity baffling him.

29. Does it ever offend or exhaust you if someone asks for your help because of your special power?

30. Name one skill you haven’t yet perfected that you want to master.

questions for extraordinary muses ; accepting

11. Jangmi groaned at the memory, a hand coming up to cover her face. "Yes," she mumbled sheepishly. "I tried to push debris out of the way of falling on Nanami, and ended up throwing him into the wall."

29. She tipped her head, considering it. "Well... no one really asks for the help of my cursed technique. But I imagine if they did I wouldn't feel any kind of way about it. I like helping people, especially the people I care about." She smiled kindly.