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yuji's eyes didn't miss the boy characterized by his shadows in the chair , and with a glance to the clock did he decide whether or not to indicate that he was , indeed , observed despite what he's sure are megumi's best attempts . right now , the red numbers written across the front were alight , & it read a crisp 12 : 22 am . ( the area outside their respective dorms were living oriented ; kitchen items , television , chairs , all that homely decor that they didn't have in their rooms . and admittedly , yuji wouldn't be up if it wasn't for sukuna being utterly incapable of settling down . & sukuna called him a brat ... )

❝ . . . you okay ? ❞ is yuji's first vocal line as he tilted his head , hands stuck in his yellow hoodie so they didn't dangle needlessly . past that , he took a step forward to interact properly , one brow quirked in question . considering he nearly scared both fushiguro and kugisaki just to their own respective deaths days before . . . coming back from the dead wasn't easy in the least . ❝ . . . are you hiding out here for a reason ? ❞ / @pulserisk + megumi .

smug is the knowing smirk pulling upon lips ... every syllable of bewildered protest acting as fuel for a growing certainty. from this angle, on the floor looking up, he feels a bit like the pathetic thing they see him as. back bows as he struggles beneath the weight of the girls' wrestling team captain. trembling arms are steadied as the persistent beeping of wristwatch finally ousts his latest paying customer from her throne, grimace coupled with the long stretch of his spine. coins clink, payment collected diligently in open palm. a job well done. whoever said he wasn't a hard worker ?

“ i don't think, i know. well, mitaka, you'll have to get in line. yasumoto's gonna be here in ten ... she made a reservation yesterday. ” what a girl. just 'cause they've gone out a couple of times and totally almost would have kissed if not for his little brat of a sister, she thinks she's got some kind of monopoly on him and his time ? offended at the thought of being owned, denji clicks his tongue. he's not the drooling, desperate degenerate he was not even a year ago.

chainsaw man knows no fear, corn maze an inconsequential challenge: a measure of courage met with cold hands stuffed in coat pockets, mind dawdling in boredom. nayuta's surely made it through in record time, waiting with kishibe, eating up all the snacks from the vendors ... she had better leave some candy apples for him, at the least.

asa has been intent on taking the initiative from the beginning, and denji is agreeable all things considered. he is a follower, never given a chance to blossom beyond the convenience of the role, little interest spared in asserting superiority. she tells him to turn left, he turns left, a dynamic familiar to him. engraved into him. but each winding path leads them into spinning circles, and patience wears thin on both ends, only exacerbated with shrieks at every scare that awaits them. she's probably terrorizing the actors as much as they are her.

salmon roe, umeboshi, egg. gibberish to the onlooker, but something palpable to yuta, something honest. he's only glad his gesture of goodwill has gone over well: an offering in the form of sweets, sharing in a tradition he's indulged from childhood with each time the leaves undergo their metamorphosis. away from family, he supposes he's going through a transformation of his own these days. he's happier in tokyo, but he yearns for home on nights like these. he's just happy that the dorms have an oven he can use.

“ ah, do you really think so ? i just thought that everyone seemed a little burnt out recently, and that this might cheer them up ... did you want to help me decorate them ? ”

❝      okay .    ❞ there's the smallest hesitant nature to yuji's answer , although you'd never know from how quickly he offers his hand to be measured against megumi's . ( his fingers were thicker , and he took ' put your hand straight out ' literally , stretching his palm out from the otherwise flat surface of his hand , and his fingertips follow shortly , just barely touching . strictly speaking , he'd never paid too much attention to their differences in physique , for it never mattered before either , but he's already taken notice of the most stark differences : their skin color , for one . yuji's tanned skin stood out against megumi's paler complexion , especially when put together . next , their fingers : megumi's were thinner , allowing for a more delicate touch than yuji's , who were thicker and warmer upon contact with them , but he ran warm pretty much everywhere , it was just most obvious on his hands . & yuji tended to gather more scars around his hands , especially when they were both his main weapon and the focus of his abilities as a whole . his hands were more prone to discolorations and bruises , scars , the whole matter of defects . he expected megumi's hands to be better cared for , and they seemed to be ! after all , his weapons were centralized to his hands too , even if it was their position compared to yuji's physical attacks , his brutish actions included . huh ! the things that come with getting your limbs chopped off ! ) ❝    i didn't think too much about it before , but our hands are kinda different , right ? even though we both use them in battle , mine are all banged up most often . ' m sure you're gonna use them to do something really amazing for the world , fushiguro !    ❞

𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲 || accepting @pulserisk

nanami was coming out of the shoulder, it was already a rough day, and yet -- whenever he spent his free time with the other, he couldn't help but feel as if his heart was going to melt. Growing up watching her, and now spending his time with her.

that crush was turning into love. but -- as always admitting it would hurt. wouldn't it?

Eyes stared down at her when she grabbed the towel and pulled him closer to her face. She was crazy for him.

Crazy for him?

Those words made his heart skip a beat and yet he leaned down and gave her a kiss. Leaving himself like that for a few seconds he pulled away for a moment.

"Me personally? in more than just one way. Because if this is the way you are asking me to sleep with you tonight. I might need another shower." he said giving her another kiss as he moved his hands and pulled her close to him, leaning down a bit.

𝑷𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑼𝑷 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑺.  || accepting || @pulserisk

[ sms ] [ Utahime ] If you get off your phone and relies I'm sitting right next to you with your hand on my leg...

[ sms ] [ Utahime ] Because I'll gladly bend you over this couch and do unspeakable things until you can't walk tomorrow.