#fingerfiend

@fingerfiend asked: “the moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn’t it, megumi?”

(unprompted?)

they sat next to each other, under the stars and the silver moon, shoulder to shoulder. well, at least, yuji was kind of leaning against him more than anything. he'd originally been rather invested in the idea of sitting out in the cool night air, letting the chill seep in just enough to calm his nerves. anxiety still plagued him in the small hours of the night, making rest rather uneasy and hard to find.

and yet he still found his mind wandering, even now. even as yuji spoke he couldn't clear his mind. not of the person he found his eyes lingering a little too long on. that he was consistently afraid would disappear when he'd awake in the morning. seeing the rise and fall of the other's chest was the only thing keeping the paranoia from surmounting his thoughts in this moment. but even through the anxiety, he couldn't help staring at yuji anyways.

(I’M SORRY)

𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

@fingerfiend

It hurt.

It ached so deep down and produced a pain Kairos had never felt before this moment. No words could be used to describe what she was feeling as her gaze dropped down to the body of the boy, her son, that lay just a few yards from her. He legs were threatening to give out at any moment as she made her way to where Yuji was laying, knees wobbling with every step.

If she didn't know any better Kairos would've thought he simply had fallen asleep, and how she would've scolded him for taking a nap at such a crucial time. She almost wanted to believe it as she fell to her knees in the dirt next to him, noticing how peaceful he looked even now.

"Yuji, hey.." She whispered, reaching a hand out to wipe the dried blood from his cheeks. Cold, his skin was so cold and she nearly broke down then, only managing to keep it at bay by holding her breath. The ache was spreading across her body now, heart pounding firmly in her chest to the point Kairos thought it may beat its way out soon.

Despite it, Kairos managed a weak smile, her hand pausing to cup his cold cheek gently. "You don't have to fight anymore, okay? I'm here now so I'll take care of it. That's what....That's what mothers do, right?" Her voice broke at the end and tears finally broke through, dripping nearly endlessly down her cheeks, falling and soaking into the dark fabric of Yuji's top.

"Your mom's here now, okay? You...You can rest all you need to, Yuji." Kairos knew she was speaking nonsense, she knew he wasn't merely sleeping. But she knew the moment she spoke the words that she would be inconsolable and that was the last thing that was needed right now.

ㅤㅤ" —huh? "ㅤblinking rapidly, ichigo sits bolt upright, her attention finally dropping to the boy across from her.ㅤ" s-sorry, i was—daydreaming, you know? "ㅤshe laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck.ㅤ" ...did you say something? "

☾ㅤㅤ@fingerfiendㅤㅤㅤ//ㅤㅤㅤlowkey starter call.

unprompted // blake + yuuji

Seeing Yuuji after all these years is something that shouldn’t be happening. Not where they are or why they’re there. He should be happy to see his childhood friend, but he’s uneasy instead. Usually dead people stay dead, except Blake didn’t, and he doesn’t quite remember why. Then there was the fact that his friend ate a cursed object that belonged to Ryomen Sukuna and that it was special grade. And now Sukuna was kind of alive if Yuuji was his vessel?

the energy radiating off of him naturally is enough to alert anyone who had connection to the spirit world.

He hovers over the boy , looking down with complete silence and yet furrowed brows could indicate something of an ill intent. Such a powerful aura intrigues him.

"Not if you don't know where I'm famous from," Dents fires back, though there's no real bite behind the joke. Unlit cigarette hanging between his lips, he blinks rapidly and tries to convince himself that, maybe, it's just a facial tattoo and he saw wrong. It wouldn't' be the first time.

What he does know is he should have accepted a little hair of the dog and his sour mood is visible enough in the wrinkles on his scrunched forehead and the downturn to his mouth.