#shorter.

It is CANON Gojo was BORN in 1998. This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.

It is CANON Gojo was a KID in 2006. This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.

It is CANON Geto was a KID in 2006. This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.

It is CANON Geto first noticed his cursed energy in 2007. This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.

It is CANON Gojo went to HIGHSCHOOL in 2012.This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.

It is CANON Nanami went to HIGHSCHOOL in 2012.This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.

It is CANON Geto went to HIGHSCHOOL in 2012.This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.

It is CANON Gojo had JUST turned 18 in hidden inventory. It’s SHOWN in the manga and anime.

It is CANON Nanami had JUST turned 17 in hidden inventory. It’s SHOWN in the manga and anime.

It is CANON Geto had JUST turned 18 in hidden inventory. It’s SHOWN in the manga and anime.

It is CANON Gojo became a teacher in 2018.This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.

It is CANON Geto was working his cult in 2018. This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.

It is CANON jjk takes place in 2023-2024 2025 This is SHOWN in the manga and anime.

It is CANON jjk takes place NOW..

It is CANON Gojo is 27 NOW in 2024

It’s SHOWN in the manga, anime and the official fan book.

It is CANON megumi is 18 NOW in 2024

It’s SHOWN in the manga, anime and the official fan book.

It is CANON Nanami is 26 NOW in 2024

It’s SHOWN in the manga, anime and the official fan book.

It is CANON Geto is 27 NOW in 2024

It’s SHOWN in the manga, anime and the official fan book.

It is CANON Gojo is turning 28 next year in 2025 It’s SHOWN in the manga and anime.

It is CANON Megumi is turning 19 next year in 2025. It’s SHOWN in the manga and anime.

It is CANON Nanami is 26 in 2025. It’s SHOWN in the manga and anime.

It is CANON Geto is 27 in 2025. It’s SHOWN in the manga and anime.

‘     hey,   hey —    you’re safe.    ash.    ash,    you’re safe.     you know me,   right ?    hey.    hey.    you’re with me.    ’     /    from shorter for @musemulti​ !

‘     naw,    man.     what’re you talkin’ about ?    ’      but shorter doesn’t talk about the nightmares he could still see,    lingering in the corner of everywhere his gaze lands on.    what used to be something he worn from his insistent of having a “signature” style,    his sunglasses have now becomes something he doesn’t think he wants to live without                 it’s better,   too.   it’s one last wall between them where ash can’t see him too clearly,   can’t see him well enough to dig the truth behind every thing he spew,    because if ash can,   because if ash knew   …     then the blonde will be doing more than just mutter some bullshit promise that he doesn’t even need to in the first place.    he’ll probably want to stay here   -   in this shitty place,   in goddamn new york,   trying to make up to shorter when   -    when shorter doesn’t need ash to.     (    no,   what the banana fish did;    it was never ash’s fault.   it was golzine,   and golzine alone.   shorter knew this much,   even if his nightmares,   even if these horrible screeching voices,   would try to convince him otherwise.    )    ash   -   ash belongs somewhere.   anywhere that isn’t here anymore.   japan.   that’s where eiji wants to take him.   that’s where shorter wants ash to go    -     but he knows ash wouldn’t,    if the guy still thinks he owes shorter some sort of debt.   if anything,   wouldn’t it be shorter that owes him ?     you took eiji,   his demons scream sometimes,    you were the one who put eiji at a risk.    you betrayed ash.

‘      it’s over,   ash.    it’s done.   there’s nothing better to do.     you did it.   so shut up about it okay ?    ’    a laugh,    and if it were Before,   shorter wouldn’t hesitate to reach over and clasp his friend    -    on the shoulder,   even his hand    -    but he doesn’t.   there’s still so many things shorter couldn’t apologise far too quickly over,    so many things that scares him genuinely to the core from whatever the drug has left behind.    it’s fucked.   he’s fucked.    but ash doesn’t need to know that.    ash’s had enough of shouldering the whole world’s burden and his own.    shorter just   -    needs to get his shit together.   or at least long enough until eiji takes ash away to where new york could not dream to touch him.     ‘    …    you did it,   man.    golzine’s dead.   and you   -   you can be with eiji.    you’re getting out of here.      ’      you can have your shot at having an ordinary life,    just like you’ve always wanted.     ‘     i’m   -   i’m real proud of you,   you know ?   ’

‘    ash really said no to these,   huh ?    ’     he’s chewing down on the natto,   undisturbed and relaxed.   sure,   the smell ain’t exactly five star material;    but the texture ?   he can roll with it.    ‘    nah,   don’t mind him.   he don’t have any taste for real good food.     ’      /   from shorter for @musemulti​ !

there’s something so vulnerable about ash sitting by the food of his bed at two am when the whole of chinatown should be sleeping.

not that shorter’s complaining   -    aside from the fact that it’s two am and him being startled awake at the sight of ash there had nearly made him want to draw army knife he taped under his bed frame.    sure,   he’d cursed,   but aside from that ?    he lets his heart rate goes back to normal,   and slumps into the bed because    -    he trusts ash.   fuck,   he trusts ash with all his life a thousand times over.   he just hopes ash coming in here hadn’t alerted nadia back.   that would mean shorter needs to provide an explanation and lie one out.    he could do it   -   he’d just prefer not to.

more than that,   once the shock goes away,   it’s really    …    it’s really about wondering if ash’s okay.    and the question is there,   at the tip of his tongue,   but it’s as if he’s put under a spell somehow.   or   -   realisation struck this early in the morning or whatever.    he just knew that it   -   it wasn’t okay.    whatever that brought ash here     …     so shorter only adjusts his pillow,   widens a space.     ‘    c’mere,    ’      he mumbles,   still so easy to fall back to sleep,   and inviting.

he smiles,   one cheek pressed with the purple of his hair,   as he tries for a small smile.     ‘    c’mon.    i’ll fist fight all your nightmares away.    ’