#ieiri

 You have always enjoyed the ambience staying up with Shoko brought you. The soft clacking of keys mixed with her quiet breathing, the glow of her laptop illuminating her face. Even so, it hurt you to see Shoko’s bags steadily increasing, it would soon be 3am though time was a long, lost concept, unknown to her mind. At the end of the day you, Shoko, and every other sorcerer were pawns whose lives mattered not to those above you;

It sickened you time and time again.

       “Shoko.” You sighed, her name falling of your lips like snow, as beautiful as it was the first time you said it. “It’s nearly 3 in the morning, come sleep with me.” Your heart fluttered at the soft hum she let out, her hand coming to rub away at the sleep forming in the corners of her eyes. “I have to finish this report Y/N.” She mumbled softly, a smile pulling at her lips when she took in bleary form, hair messy and ruffled from tossing under the covers (Body and mind incapable of relaxing without Shoko beside you) “I’ll join you right after so go to sleep ok?” You huffed, having expected her to say something along those lines but not allowing it to deter you. “I’ll sleep when you do ok?” You mocked, earning a light chuckle from Shoko who had already resumed typing. It was around 4am that your body, rather abruptly might you add, crashed. Passing out on the soft bed as Shoko’s typing faded into the background, the light unable to bother your now tightly shut eyes.

       You woke around 8 the next morning, sunlight dim behind the closed curtains, body groaning from the measly 4 hours of sleep it got. The bed held no sign of Shoko (You can’t help but wonder if she ever slept.) though you noticed that the covers had been fixed neatly on her side as you stepped off the bed and headed downstairs.  The kitchen was empty save for a neat note your girlfriend had left you describing her thoughts on transfigured humans and why it was so crucial she left you so early. It drew another sigh from you, sorcery, to you, was nothing more than a parasite.

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       You didn’t see Shoko until late noon, after completing a mission of your own.  The bags lining her eyes were a deep, dark, purple, her eyes nearly shut as she cut open the odd bodies. The metallic smell of blood and something rotten you could not name filled you with nausea as you rapped once, twice, thrice, on the lab’s door. Crossing the room to stand beside Shoko you patiently watched her strip the bloody gloves off her hands before pulling her into you, nose buried deep with her hair.  

       “Shoko, take a break.” You hear her sigh in response, arms circling around your waist as the two of swayed amongst dead bodies full of accursed blood and human regret. For a few moments there was only silence, heavy cursed energy draped over the two of you like a blanket but the feeling of her lips placing delicate kiss on your temple soothed everything at once. “I can’t watch this Shoko, this is killing you.” You murmured, voice quiet amidst the thrum of energy beneath your feet. “I’m fine Y/N.” You frowned silently, lips parted as you spoke against her skin softly. “You were gone before I woke up this morning Shoko.” Your explanation is not needed, the unsaid vowels hang in air, invisible and yet unmistakable. Another sigh from your partner in all of this, you’re sure this is the most stressed you’ve seen her in a while. A part of you yearns for the days of mindless laughter the two of you shared more than anything. “I slept, I promise.” Though gratefully for the fact is does little to calm your fast beating heart as you swallowed, grip tightening around her.

       “I can’t do this anymore Shoko.” You plead, feeling akin to a child but not bothered enough to care. “Being sorcerers, can’t we just-” You trailed off, not knowing what to say or what to want. To be non-shamans? You don’t think it’s possible, not when Shoko was such a commodity to the jujutsu world. You raised your head to look Shoko in face, hands tight on her arms as you nearly begged, your voice low within the dark, still room. “They don’t care about you Ieiri, not you or me or anyone else, can’t you see that?” “I-” You cut her off, you think if this continues, you’re sure if Ieiri dies because of this godforsaken world you’ll break into unintelligible pieces.  “Why do we have to try so hard for appreciation Ieiri? Why do we need to be special? I want to be praised just for being alive, don’t you?” More silence, as though time stop as the two of you were frozen in place before she pulled you against her body, knocking the air out of your lungs whilst she held onto your body. Even if only for a fraction of a second, a millisecond, she was as vulnerable as you.

“Of course I do.”

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So ginmylove, I hope that met your expectations, thanks for requesting! As for everyone else I hope you enjoyed this! As always I wish you all a wonderful day, please stay safe and healthy, drink some water, get some sun, take a nap ❤ I’ll see you lovely people later

    You love Ieiri, with all of your heart, truly you did but even so that didn’t change how distant she had been lately, from the moment Gojo and Getou had come back from that accursed mission, covered in blood and draped in despair. She had fretting over Getou’s wellbeing since he had been so despondent, had been comforting Nanami ever since Haibara had passed, had been laughing with Gojo while secretly asking him if Getou was doing any better. You understood of course, friends were important, things had been going downhill at an alarming rate recently, but when was the last time you had gotten to hug her? When had you last sat next to her in class or shared a cigarette after hours? When had you last been close? You sniffled quietly, burying your face in your knees, You had been sitting on the school steps with the night air tickling your arms, Ieiri was supposed to have here 20 minutes ago, you had agreed to meet up after you told her how much you missed her and now……

       Now she wasn’t here. Now you were alone with the moon and the breeze, left to wonder if Shoko was out laughing at your pitiful form the way you guys used to laugh at Gojo and Getou.

       "Y/N? Sorry I’m so late, Getou-“ Ieiri paused when she saw you tear stricken face, your eyes red and swollen as you looked up at her through your damp lashes. "What’s wrong?” She asked quietly, sitting down on the step next to you as her arm came to rest around your shoulders. You sniffled before curling into her touch, opening to ask something that could very well spell the end of you Ieiri’s relationship.

       "Do you still love me?“ You didn’t give her a chance to answer before it all came out in a rush. "You’ve just been so occupied lately and we haven’t talked in forever, and your always with Gojo and Getou these days, I just miss you so much but I don’t…” You looked down, unable to look at her face while you broke down so helplessly. “I don’t know anymore.”

       For a moment the night was silent, crickets sang in the background as lightning bugs light up the sky.

       "I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to, Suguru’s just been so off lately but I shouldn’t have left you alone like this.“ She watched sadly as you wiped you tears off with your jacket sleeve. "I know Getou’s important I just-” Ieiri gently put a finger on your mouth, forcing you to stay quiet as she corrected you, voice quiet. “It’s not your fault Y/N, It’s mine ok?” You reluctantly nodded when she looked at you for confirmation. “I love you, I always will.” She said as she pulled you into a hug, resting her head on top your own.

“There’s no one else I’d wanna be with.”

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