#distcrt

the divine dogs circle his legs, thrumming with energy. they snuffle at the ground, circling bushes and trees as they walk around the school campus. he's only maybe hiding from gojo. again.

it shouldn't be much further now - there's a nook in one of the trees that's perfect for folding himself into. just as he's about to take cover, he spots movement through the trees. peeking through--

"okkotsu-kun?" megumi's head tilts at the same time as the divine dogs - not that he notices.

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“ i’m not going to hurt you. i came here to help. ” (for itadori!)

yuji's brows wrinkled in his unconscious state. he didn't remember how he got here, but he was sure here wasn't where they were last. the pink haired boy sat up so abruptly, he gave himself a light head as he placed his hand against his head and looked around the dark. there was a moment of thought, and then he remembered. he jabbed a finger towards him, " you killed me! ⠀ ❜⠀

yuuta's rather calm reply and smile did very little to calm the nerves of the boy in front of him. instead, it just made the pink haired boy more suspicious for only a second. he noted that yuuta held no weapon, and they seemed to be well off the path.

⠀ ❛ ⠀ i'm not going to hurt you, i came here to help ⠀ ❜⠀yuuta's voice broke through and brown hues just blinked. this himbo couldn't really align the words with actions, so he just looked at yuuta again.

" good! you're awake. i was beginning to worry... " (for maki!)

a groan rumbles through maki's chest as she slowly blinks away. it's too damn bright. it hurts her eyes, makes her head spin.

"what the hell..." she mumbles, throwing an arm over her eyes to hopefully calm some of the sharp pain. however in the process she discovers her entire body is sore. her muscles are screaming, and it feels like she's bruised over almost every inch of her skin.

"did i get hit by a truck or something?" maki finally asks, peeking out at yuuta from under her arm. seeing his face does, at the very least, wash a little calm over her. she can trust him, it's okay to be vulnerable like this. "i don't remember shit." she admits, shifting with a low moan of pain to sit up. immediately, she buries her face in her knees, willing her head to stop spinning.

"was it... a special grade?" that's the only thing that makes sense. she has too much of her flesh intact and bones in one piece for her to have actually been hit by a truck. "god, how long have i even been out?"

"Aw, Yuuta! All these curses and you're scared of a little sun?"

Any other time and it would have been a coin-flip to determine the amorphous probability of Satoru being- heavens forbid, responsible for once. Much of the time, his success in the field was more attributable to luck, rather than any conscious effort on his part to make any decisions befitting a proper adult. Thankfully, his last foray onto the sunny seaside had left him with sunburns to last a lifetime. He’d been peeling and aching for hours, likely days if his reverse cursed technique hadn’t kicked in to save the day.

He reached into his massive canvas tote and located the bottle, tossing it into the air with an exclamation of ‘hup!’. Catching it in his palm, he snapped the plastic lid open and held it out expectantly, shaking it up and down. 

He scratched his head, eyes wandering to the dense thicket that bordered the shoreline. 

“You know, now that I think of it, we might have forgotten the bug-spray.”