#modulo manga

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Yuji Itadori - now 85, worn down by a lifetime of battles no one else could see; finally makes his way home after days of absence. His steps are slow, heavy, each one dragging against the wooden floor as if even gravity has grown tired of him. Outside, beneath the fading glow of a quiet sunset, you sit waiting in the engawa of your old Japanese house, the world bathed in amber stillness.

This isn’t new. His disappearances never were.

He doesn’t speak when he reaches you. Not a word was said. No smiles, no jokes - though you two hadn’t shared a laughter since you took off your Jujutsu uniforms. The silence stretches between you, thick and unspoken - then you saw it once again. The unmistakable shadow of death etched into his face, something deeper than exhaustion.

You don’t ask questions. Only because you know he wouldn’t answer.

Instead, with a quiet familiarity, you reach up and tug his hoodie down, guiding him gently closer. Your hand finds his soft, pink hair, just as it always had.

“I’ve missed your touch” he muttered, voice low and frayed, as he folded into your legs - seeking something he had no right to ask for anymore. Your fingers immediately tangled into his hair, gripping tighter than comfort ever required, keeping him there.

“Gosh, how I hate you,” you spat, the words sharp, venomous - yet your hand never loosened. “You only come back when you miss me.” He let out a hollow breath against you, something between a laugh and surrender. Like he’d expected nothing less.

“I know” he murmured. No excuses. No apologies. You’d never let yourself be treated like this.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself…when you’re not looking at him. Because the moment your eyes find him, all that certainty thins out, frays at the edges. Your gaze lingers despite yourself, tracing the line of his shoulders - broad now, solid in a way that feels almost unfamiliar. Even under that worn, baggy hoodie, you can see it; the quiet strength in the way it hangs off him, the shape of someone who’s carried far too much for far too long. The visible muscles on his chest that poke out from his opened jacket. 

Gosh… he’s gotten big.

Taller than you remember. Larger in every sense. Like somewhere along the way, he kept growing while you stayed rooted in the version of him you first knew.

Your sixteen-year-old self would’ve never imagined this - never pictured him like this. Not someone who leaves without warning. Not someone who comes back like nothing ever broke in between. Not someone you’d still let this close despite everything, unfortunately your self respect jumps out the window when he walks in. Your fingers twitch in his hair before you realize it, your grip still there, still holding him in place like you’re afraid of what happens if you let go. You hate that part the most. You know he knows.

He knows you’d never let anyone else get this close after treating you like this. Knows the version of you that swears you deserve better only exists when he’s gone. Knows exactly how your body crumbles the second he’s within reach.

He uses it to every extent.

You feel it in the way he doesn’t pull away - how he settles deeper instead, like he belongs there despite everything. Like your anger is just another thing he can lean into. His hand comes up, slow, certain when you don’t stop him, - you never do. Fingers curling into your sleeve, anchoring himself closer to you. He does that stupid thing with his eyes that make him look like he is yearning, apologetic. A look 16 year old Yuji would’ve given and meant. 

“You always say that” he murmurs, voice quiet, eye contact while still kneeling in front of you; but there’s something heavier underneath it now. Not guilt - never guilt. Something closer to knowing he’s already won. Your grip tightens in his hair, nails just barely pressing into his scalp. It should hurt. Maybe it does. He doesn’t react, he wouldn’t react. He is the strongest of today after all…

“I hate you Yuji Itadori” you repeat, but it sounds weaker this time, like the words are losing their shape the longer he stays. A pause. He brings himself closer to your face, exhales against you, cocky grin appearing on his mouth.

“But you don’t let go…” and that’s the worst part, because he’s right. He knows you won’t and deep down, he knows he doesn’t have to be better - not when you keep choosing him like this.

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Silly modulo doodles from my server

Husband reveal xoxo 🍓💋

Just caught up w modulo and LISTEN HES SO FINE RAHWHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

My fav old man <3

Added Kirby because I can

Ty and ur welcome 🧍🏻‍♀️ (will be multifandom posting from now teehee— LOOK AT MY MAN HES SO FINE )

Iori being obsessed with yuji to the point of stalking him is CRAZY!!! He got Yuta's eyes non of his cuteness but Toji's pose and gestures, he's more a Zenin, I still can't still can't believe he abandoned his kids for a man lmao

imagine Maki watching as her son turns into a Naoya 2.0 it's must be a harsh punishment for her

But what if Kenjaku possessed Iori's body and watching his son in Yuta's son body? ( or maybe Iori inherited Kenjaku's will, it would make sense for his mysterious character development )

Yuuji: I JUST WANT IT ONE FUCKING TIME!!!

Yuuji pouts: Fuck this.

*A few weeks later*

News broadcaster: A young man was reportedly arrested for impersonating an old man in order to get a senior discount. As you can see here, this is young man in question.

*An image of a make-up-smeared young man with splotchy pink hair appears.*

News broadcaster: After being ushered out of the establishment, the young man continued to yell his innocence. When no one would hear him, he began screaming profanities at one patron, Nobara Kugisaki, who became distressed at the scene. The police soon arrived to escort him off the property while paramedics attended to the elderly woman.

*at the scene*

Yuuji cries: Just once. I only want it ONCE!

Practically making puppy eyes at the officers.

Yuuji: I am 83! Tell them Nobara!

Nobara wheezes shaking her head, practically keeling over with laughter as they drag him away in all his make-up-smeared glory.

Yuuji gasps.

Yuuji: You bitch.

Yuuji: I can't believe you, you old *bleep* *bleep* *bleepity* *bleep* *bleep!*

*cuts back*