☆ IT'S YOUR FUTURE!

all yuji hears is people talk about chainsaw man.

not that it bothers him. he wouldn’t say he’s a big fan, but he can (to an extent) respect him for what he’s done for japan. only months ago people used to fear hearing the revving of chainsaws, and now they kneel in some form of idol worship. the contrast between the two is large, and the process swift. perhaps that’s what yuji doesn’t like about it all (or perhaps it’s sukuna’s repeated muttering in his ear about how unfortunate the circumstances are).

but he knows sukuna wants something. he always does.

for now, all yuji can do is wait out the inevitable bombshell.

he throws a smile on his face, steps out towards the general direction of the school. his foot lightly bumps against something, so he stops to look down at it: a slightly beat—up cell phone. ❝ who even drops their phone…? ❞ he glances up to look down the slightly enclosed street, notices somebody right at the end of it.

He's gotta find a way to scrounge up more money for her college fund... Should he find some cigarettes to re-roll? He hasn't tried that in a while...

To say the least, he's got a lot on his mind, so much so that he doesn't even notice his phone sliding out of his pocket when he reaches down to pick up a cigarette butt, trying to do the math in his head - how many of these would he have to sell to pay for one year? One class? One textbook? The sudden yelling behind him snaps him out of his daze, turning to face the other boy with bleary, tired eyes.

the smell comes before she can feel the presence of a separate entity. clearly a devil, judging by the grotesque scent. yet there’s something primal about this devil, something that blurs what is clinical and what is not.

that’s all makima can deduce as she steps into the building. it’s being refurbished, bits and pieces everywhere. it’s the perfect hiding spot for someone to lurk around with an unregistered devil. that’s what she was here for, after all. she’d received report after report from the higher ups. and, of course, because of her own contract, she couldn’t ignore it.

❝ you can come out. ❞ she knows people aren’t typically going to follow the command of someone who just happened to stroll into the room, but she has faith. ❝ i’d like to have a talk with you. ❞ especially after what had heard, she felt a strong desire to learn more.

With a soft sigh, the brunette finishes healing the unconscious patient on her makeshift operating table, before stepping away, resignation already hanging heavy on her shoulders. She's never been much of a fighter, and she's certain there's no use in trying to run. Whatever happens next is completely out of her hands - she just has to try and avoid making the situation worse for herself. Swallowing the nervous lump in her throat, she steps out of the dark room she'd been working in and towards the woman's voice, hands raised cautiously in surrender. When her gaze falls upon the woman waiting for her, she knows that she made the right move by not bothering to put up a fight - even without knowing who she was, Shoko's gut tells her this woman is dangerous. She needs to be careful.