#isagi

fem reader with isagi👀👀ooo👀👀 jjk mahito mention too👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 isagi almost fucking DIES but we a jujutsu sorcerer so we’re good no angst.. yet… i also can’t write mahito so. Oh thre is NOT fighting here and uhhh could be violence and cussing.. and possible attempt of mutating. NO MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. Cussing. If you didn’t know. also i don’t fucking know how to write isagi either please don’t slime me out. This is gonna be in third and second person. We also got a cat shikigami this is a req byw

isagi was heading out from a game in shibuya. recently there has been some news about missing people in the city, isagi doesn’t let that bother him, though.. atleast he’s convinced himself so.

he can’t shake off the feeling he’s being watched by someone, it’s like the person isn’t even trying to hide it. and so he finally turns around. what. the. fuck.

isagi stops in his tracks by the horrendous sight before him, a human with a patched like face. what even HAPPENED for one to get stitched that bad.. okay. calm, you shouldn’t judge people based off appearances! right..? right..

“ah, so you finally noticed me!” the weird man called out, approaching him like they were already buddies.

“sorry, i’m not doing autographs at the moment—“ isagi politely excused himself, that is, before being cut off.

“oh? are you famous or something? that explains the jersey! iisagi.” the.. creature? sounded it out. “want to see a magic trick? i’ll test it on you!”

okay, isagi suddenly felt uneasy, so he trusted his intuition. “uh.. no thanks… i’m actually in a bit of a rush right now.” the shorter man smiled, nodding and holding a hand up.

the man just got closer and closer, almost invading isagi’s personal space “come on, don’t be a party pooper, isagi-kun!” great. now he was trying to be all polite with japanese honorifics.

“oh, i haven’t introduced myself yet! names mahito.” ..like isagi gave a damn, he just wanted to get the HELL out of here. not some homeless looking man—judging by his ragged clothes— talking like they knew each other since they were in diapers.

mahito stepped uncomfortably closer, “your soul..! it’s totally fired up, i wonder.. can i turn you into some monster? leets take a look!!!”

FUUUUCKKK no. isagi immediately backed away, okay maybe those rumors were true? was this the end? RUUUUN bro what are you waiting for.

isagi broke out in a sprint, if he recalls— he knows a sorcerer, his childhood friend. she would help him! but how the hell would he contact her.

“oho? do we have a new plaything here?” mahito called out, isagi turned back— which he knows he shouldn’t have, he was just curious. wait a minute.. that hair looked REALLY familiar. oh my gosh it’s you.

“continue running, yoichi, it’s not worth the risk roaming here.” you called out, drawing your weapon.

… wait a minute… was this a special grade? yeah you were strong but holy, you would’ve needed atleast some backup to defeat a special grade. the most logical thing to do at the moment is to run with isagi and not risk losing your life to a fucking stitched doll.

gosh darn it, you felt like such a coward but hey, atleast it’s better than dying. atleast that’s what your teacher taught you..

you took isagi by the collar, suddenly lifting him up and going at a faster pace, imagine it as someone holding a cat by the scruff. that’s EXACTLY how it looked like. because sorry, no average human is outrunning that thing.

you heard hysterical laughter behind you, so you knew the special grade was already gaining on you. you take a sharp turn and summon a shikigami, hoping it’ll be bait. a cute cat comes out of nowhere, possibly distracting the person chasing you guys.

isagi, meanwhile, is at a loss of words because what the HELL is happening before his eyes??! not to mention he’s being carried like this.

“yo, im taking you to your house, it’s not safe to be here, isagi.” you muttered briefly, already heading there.

all isagi could do was nod.

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@jungwonnii plz don’t translate, copy, or feed MY work to ai.