#uzumakisavior

𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕖 | 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 | 𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚-𝕤𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖 (𝕟𝕠 𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔) | 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 | 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕒-𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕫𝕠𝕟𝕖 | 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕔 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕪 | 𝕆ℂ 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕪 | 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝔻ℕ𝕀 | 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘 | 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 | 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨 & 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕤 | 𝔼𝕊𝕋-𝔹𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 | 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕦 𝔾𝕖𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕁𝕦𝕛𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕦 𝕂𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝔸𝕜𝕦𝕥𝕒𝕞𝕚. 𝕀 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔾𝕖𝕥𝕠 — 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖 𝔸𝕌𝕤. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕗𝕪. ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔾𝕖𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠.  𝕀 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕁𝕁𝕂 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕦𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥. ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕕 𝕒𝕧𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖. 𝔽𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨-𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 @𝕔𝕠𝕣-𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕤-𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖-𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕣 @𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕪.  𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕪 𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕩, 𝟚𝟡+ 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪/𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞

🔞 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕟-ℝℙ 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 — 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕖𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕. 🎨 𝔸𝕣𝕥 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖. 🚫 𝕀 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤, 𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖-𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤.

  𝕀’𝕞 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕥, 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥 (𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔). 𝕄𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖, 𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕝. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕠𝕜𝕒𝕪 — 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪.  𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕪.  𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕪 𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕩, 𝟚𝟡+ 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪/𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞

F͙e͙e͙l͙ ͙f͙r͙e͙e͙ ͙t͙o͙ ͙s͙a͙y͙ ͙"͙h͙e͙l͙l͙o͙"͙ ͙a͙n͙d͙ ͙j͙u͙s͙t͙ ͙c͙h͙i͙t͙-͙c͙h͙a͙t͙.͙ ͙I͙'͙m͙ ͙o͙u͙t͙ ͙h͙e͙r͙e͙ ͙t͙o͙ ͙m͙a͙k͙e͙ ͙f͙r͙i͙e͙n͙d͙s͙ ͙a͙n͙y͙w͙a͙y͙!͙ ͙A͙ ͙f͙u͙n͙ ͙i͙n͙t͙r͙o͙ ͙t͙o͙ ͙M͙a͙s͙t͙e͙r͙ ͙G͙e͙t͙o͙'͙s͙ ͙s͙e͙r͙m͙o͙n͙ ͙u͙n͙d͙e͙r͙ ͙t͙h͙e͙ ͙c͙u͙t͙!͙!͙

Sabyl on Kofi

Sabyl on Kofi

Kaeri on Kofi

“Glaring at me won’t change the outcome.”

Geto's words didn't really help. In fact, they only annoyed her; angered her to no end.

Sure, he was right but that wasn't going to change the fact she still despised him like anyone who had common sense might've. She wasn't stupid enough to throw herself at his feet like every other person had or might have. To her? He and Gojo were nearly on the same scale when it came to rising her blood pressure or making her quick to anger just from their presence alone. "Maybe not, but hopefully if I keep looking at you, you'll eventually blow up into a million chunks or better yet, just die on the spot."

"Here, Nanako. I brought you some onigiri and sweatshirts to stay warm. Just need you to hide a little longer, and you'll have a new home." [Implying she's still very young]

@uzumakisavior

baptized in blue fiames && born again. wounds have begun to heal. swelling reduced; discolouration faded. nanako is finding her strength, little by little. the man who calls himself 'geto' has taken her && her sister under his protective wing, asking for nothing in return. day after day goes by, && he continues to ask for nothing.

the village elders would always say to be mindful of outsiders // the village elders had locked her && mimiko up like animals, && wished nothing but misfortune upon them from the day they were born ( ❛ i knew we should have killed you two when you were babies ❜ ) // the village elders are dead. everyone is dead. she isn't particularly sad about their fate. should she be? if anything, nanako feels… relief. they can't hurt her or mimiko ever again.

shared quarters are small ( but infinitely better than a cage ); provisions are modest ( but the girls want for nothing ). geto did promise it would only be temporary, but for the hasaba sisters, who had only each other to rely on, sanctuary itself is a novelty. amber eyes light up like candles at the sight of food she is allowed to eat; of clothing she is allowed to wear. the onigiri is still fresh && the sweaters aren't scratchy or dirty.

✉ @uzumakisavior said: From Shoko: "Are you still alive?"

The last thing Suguru remembered was Toji Fushiguro. The gunshot, Riko falling to the ground before him - his absolute failure to do a single thing to prevent her demise - and the impossible news that Satoru had been killed in just the same way. His meaningless fight to try and avenge his friends, a battle that had left him slashed across the chest, hardly clinging to consciousness as he was kicked while he was down. "But you, with all your special talents, lost to a monkey like me who can't even use Jujutsu..." And everything went dark. An impenetrable void in his memory, so black and empty that he'd be sure it was death, if he had a mind to think that. Suguru Geto was gone...

Until he wasn't. A familiar voice greeted him and prompted him to crack his eyes open, the bright fluorescent lights blinding him as he finally came to. For a moment, he's confused - not sure where he was or even who he was, before everything floods back into his mind with the force of a tsunami. Riko. Toji. Satoru. The cult. His eyes fly wide open as he gasps and sits up, panic quickly seizing him as his heart beats rapidly in his chest, pounding against his ribs like it was trying to escape. His head spins from both his oncoming anxiety attack and sitting up too fast, and his body still aches, but he doesn't care. He doesn't matter, he just needs to tell someone what happened to the others.