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   picture this : teeny little eight year old megumi, two newly tamed puppies staring up at him while he grumpily orders them around. AH!! i know it’s not practical, but i really really love the idea that the demon dogs were little when they were first summoned/tamed, reflecting his own age and naivety to cursed energy at the time. the dogs are by far the most well behaved shikigami, as he’s spent the most time with them (and though he shouldn’t get attached as if they’re pets, he mourned the loss of white dog quite a lot).

   i wanna say he first got a true handle over the dogs around 11 or so, spending a lot of time perfecting just how to summon them, and instill them with different commands and such. the next to be tied down was nue, aka my baby my love aka the second most well-trained. followed shortly by the easier-to-tame gama (toad), and then the more difficult orochi (great serpent). the most recent three are the ones with the least practice put into them : banshou (max elephant), datto (rabbit escape), and eight-handled sword divergent sila divine general mahoraga ( but that last one is a WHOLE other can of worms, mans is not tamed or able to be used, obviously !!! )

   in terms of emotional importance to him, nue and the demon dogs actually carry quite a bit of emotional importance to him that he doesn’t even realize. (one very self indulgent hc is the thought that at least once in his life he’s accidentally summoned the dogs while asleep and woken up with them curled at the foot of his bed. they’re his protectors as well as weapons.). i don’t think he even realizes it, as they’re so naturally a part of him and his cursed technique, but they do at some point begin to feel like pets after months and years of training them and learning through them. at times, they feel like tools - at other times, he finds himself dropping a treat to a dog formed out of shadows. it’s really a tricky concept even to megumi himself. there’s panels like this one :

   where he isn’t so inclined to praise the dogs as yuuji and nobara. it gives a teensy impression that he sees them not as pets, but i take it more like . . . a police dog, almost ? he sees it as the shikigami are at work, and not to be treated like pets at the current time. proof ?  THIS FUCKING PANEL

 ❝  the  better  question  is  why  wouldn’t  you  bring  snacks,  okkotsu–senpai?  ❞  he  straightens  out,  gaze  drawing  away  from  the  painfully  dull  building  they  were  observing;  don’t  provoke  it,  just  locate  the  area  and  wait  to  see  if  a  curse  is  present  –  that  were  their  orders.  he’s  not  sure  why,  exactly,  that  warranted  his  special–grade  companion,  since  it  seemed  a  little  below  him,  but  that  was  a  concern  he’s  pushed  to  the  back  of  his  head.  he  liked  his  company  nonetheless,  despite  the  fact  that  it  was  becoming  increasingly  difficult  to  combat  the  feeling  that  they’d  hit  a  dead  end.  

 chin  lifted  from  where  it  had  previously  positioned  itself  comfortably  in  the  palm  of  his  hand,  opting  to  dust  both  off  on  his  pants.  ❝  you’re  like  fushiguro,  you  know  –  except  he  always  says  there’s  no  need,  but  then  always  ends  ends  up  eating  my  chips  regardless.  ❞

 hours  of  the  bleak  nothingness  of  their  mission  had  transitioned  from  boredom  to  hunger,  and  so  yuuji  shifted  himself  ever–so–slightly  to  locate  his  backpack.  ❝  we’re  probably  going  to  be  here  a  while,  but  no  mind!  lucky  for  you,  i  always  come  prepared.  fighting  curses  on  an  empty  stomach  isn’t  good.  ❞  he  definitely  just  made  that  rule  up  right  now,  but  that’s  besides  the  point!  

 swift  unzipping  of  the  carrier,  promptly  turning  it  upside  down  as  a  multitude  of  (  and  probably  quite  old,  at  this  point  )  snacks  fell  out.  ❝  i’m  not  sure  what  kind  of  stuff  they  had  overseas,  but  these  are  the  local  convenience  store’s  finest!  ooooh,  have  you  ever  had  the  strawberry  pocky?  you  have  to  have  the  strawberry  pocky!  ❞

✿. SOFT TIRED PROMPTS  ⸺ forever accepting ~ !!  (  @shikkotsa   )

    ❛  Feels like it .. ❜ The first-year bit through the remaining dizziness from her sleep . Both hands cradled her heavy crown as torso hunched forward from bed . Waking up at the infirmary barely surprised her , but it took a minute before she was able to lift her head up to the voice who greeted her . Realizing the strange person upon her bedside .

    ❛ Uhm — ❜ Eyes first searched for the female doctor , hoping that Shoko would clear the muddling and awkward presence by her side . Sadly , there was no sight of her around . Surely not just anyone could come by and visit the clinic right ? And so .. she turned rigid to the black haired male , Nobara having no choice but to ask.  

              send for kisses  !               ♡ @shikkotsa​​  ♡       

                              THIRTY - SEVEN  :  WITHOUT A MOTIVE

         𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐭, 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲  ;   the middle of summer,   with no conditioned air and little shade to spare.   they’d all decided to go into town to make use of rarely-found free time,   and their group had thinned out noticeably as the afternoon slipped by.   nobara and maki had gone off on their own,   something about girl time and tired of listening to itadori whine about the heat.   toge and panda had long since tugged yūji by the sleeve towards some food cart or other   -   megumi doesn’t know how he managed to miss the way the two of them were the only ones left,   standing quietly on the sidewalk with  sun-stained  cheeks.   he spares a glance towards yūta   -   examines the soft curve of his smile,   hair pushed away from his face under the unwelcomed warmth of the day,   the openness in his eyes.   silence continues to stretch.   he bears it for a second, and another,   before the drag of quiet is too much,   even for him.   with a huff of    ‘  come on,  ‘    fingers tug at okkotsu’s sleeve,   and he heads down the street simply expecting to be followed.  (  if he takes a little too long to let go,   neither of them mention it.  )

“I’m fine, really... It doesn’t hurt that bad.” Maybe that’s because the adrenalin is still pumping through her veins. Or perhaps it’s because she’s still focused on the fact she managed to exorcise a cure for the first time. Progress. It’s good progress. Even if it was a pretty weak curse, she somehow managed to get rid of it.