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Chapter v: Purple Lilac Blooms
Pairing: Inuokku/ F! Reader
Summary: five times Yuta is a dense little shit and the one time he decides not to be.
Length: 3.8k
A/N: I’m really sorry guys, I know it’s a short chapter, but i’ve had a lot of stuff going on this week and was unable to really sit down and write. I hope y’all like this chapter, i was desperate for some fluff after the last couple being mainly angst. This chapter is dedicated to ao3 and kinktober keeping me sane in these trying times.
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Purple Lilac Blooms - purple lilacs symbolize the beginning of love and the start of relationships.
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It was a lovely day, the sun wasn’t too bright and it wasn’t too cold either. After the death of her brother, Suguru, Y/n had been having a hard time living life as she once had. Inumaki had finished his mission with Yuta and the two were heading to the girls room for some much needed time with her.
When the two arrived at the room, they saw Y/n in good spirits, rearranging the furniture with Megumi moving all the things she didn’t. Yuta had only met the boy a couple times, but thought he was nice. Y/n was ordering Megumi around in true older sister fashion, it was incredibly funny to watch.
“No, ‘gumi! Move it to the left, that’s too left. Maybe it would look better over in the corner. Okay let’s try that.” The poor boy had sweat dripping down his face, hair falling uncharacteristically flat on his head. He did as he was told, but once he saw the two boys he groaned.
“Nee-san, your boyfriends are here, make them do it.” Y/n huffed but released Megumi from his tasks and gave him her card to go get food. Yuta, who was confused by the statement, looked at Inumaki to explain, but no explanation came.
“Hi Inumaki-san, hi Okkotsu-san.” Yuta, to his credit, kept a neutral face and said hi to the young boy. Y/n smiled brightly upon seeing them and walked over giving them both a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Yuta, who had now grown used to the affection, didn’t comment on it. The two boys set down their things and got to work moving everything to where Y/n wished, and stayed by her side.
Afterwards all the first years sat in the kitchen eating take out that Satoru had so graciously bought for his beloved students. At least that’s what Y/n said when she showed up with an obscene amount of food, a shiny credit card in hand.
“Y/n,” Yuta asked, “is it true that you have two boyfriends?” Y/n stopped eating midbite and looked at the boy as if he was the stupidest person on Earth. Inumaki, who had been holding his hand, sighed deeply, Panda shook his head, but went back to eating.
“Yuta, are you an idiot?” Okkotsu looked at Maki, confused.
“I don’t believe so.” Maki grumbled and continued her meal as she had a silent conversation with Y/n.
“I thought I had two boyfriends, but it’s now come to my attention I never properly asked him. Yuta, would you like to be my boyfriend?” Yuta looked at the girl, confusion etched into his face.
“Why are you asking me?” Y/n groaned and smacked her head into the table, “Nevermind.” Maki sighed and kicked Yuta’s leg before placing some more food in front of Y/n.
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It was a rather freezing day, Maki and Y/n just got done putting their weapons away when Y/n barged into Yuta’s room and hurried over and placed herself underneath the covers next to Yuta. Maki shut the door and went to her room, grumbling about how friendships were supposed to come first and how much betrayal she felt, though she didn’t necessarily mean it.
Yuta, who had been sleeping, felt his body unconsciously mold itself around the girl as if it was second nature, shivering slightly at how cold she was. Y/n played games on her phone and fell asleep after sometime, wrapping herself around the boy.
When Yuta woke up, he was wrapped in two sets of arms. He didn’t even have to look to see that they belonged to Inumaki and Y/n. Y/n was speaking in a hushed voice, Inumaki would occasionally respond. He didn’t want to sign since he was holding Yuta. Okkotsu kept his eyes closed, wanting to hear what was being said.
“He’s really cute when he’s sleeping, isn’t he?” Yuta felt a small nod coming from Inumaki. Fingers were in his hair, bushing gently. The boy loved the way it felt, it brought him a lot of comfort and made him feel more at ease than he’d felt in a while. It’s sort of weird, but the feeling of nails against his scalp felt better than he’d though they would.
“I wish he wasn’t so oblivious. You’d think he’d’ve noticed by now.” Something that Yuta had noticed was how informal Y/n spoke when she was tired. It was quite amusing to him. A soft yawn escaped her, she snuggled closer to the boys.
“Damn these blankets are nice… maybe if I steal them Yuta’ll spend more nights with us.” He felt the soft shake of Toge’s chest, laughing at his girlfriend's comment.
“Toge, do you think he’ll stop being so dense?” A shake from Inumaki. Y/n sighed softly, “Well at least we have times like this.”
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It was finally beginning to warm up in Tokyo, still chilly, but not unbearably cold. Y/n was sitting on the stairs, watching as Toge and Yuta sparred. She liked the way their muscles looked, even if they were buried underneath too many layers for her liking.
A small smile had taken its place on her lips while she watched. Maki, who had been critiquing the two, eventually made her way over to her friend.
“You’re developing a staring problem.” Y/n laughed, “Their fault for being hot.” Maki snickered and took her place at the girls' side.
“Have you asked him out since dinner?” Y/n shook her head.
“No, we’re waiting until he begins to realize a little more.” Maki nodded along. She never understood the appeal to dating or waiting to share your feelings, but she was making an effort.
Y/n and Maki began to speak and got into small arguments as they waited for the two to be done fighting.
“Glitter is totally different from sparkles.”
“No it’s not.”
“Is too!”
“Is not!”
“I’m not taking the opinion from someone who doesn’t like brussel sprouts.”
“Good, ‘cause I don’t want the opinion of someone who likes brussel sprouts.”
“They’re good!”
“No they’re not!”
“Oh my god, you’re infuriating,” though Y/n said this with a smile.
“Now you know what it feels like to try and hold a conversation with you,” though Maki said this with an even wider smile.
Y/n and Maki were so in their own world, they failed to notice that the boys were done sparring and were just watching the two. Y/n rolled her eyes and saw how close Toge was to her face and screamed. Maki jumped a little at the noise before both girls dissolved into a fit of laughter. However not before smacking the boys for scaring them.
“What’s so funny?” This time the girls and Yuta screamed, Toge only jumped, as Panda showed up from spending quality time with his dad. The five first years all laughed and had fun. After a while of talking, Y/n rolled her head to the side and looked at Toge.
“Wanna go on a date with me, hot shot,” she whispered. Toge laughed and nodded his head. The two get up and pull Yuta up with them.
“Where are we going?” Y/n grabbed one hand, Inumaki grabbed the other. Y/n looked at him and smiled.
“We’re going on a date!” Yuta’s face lit up.
“Oh, I love hang outs!” Y/n and Inumaki sighed, but let it go.
“Mhm, totally.”
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Inumaki, Yuta, and Y/n were all snuggling in bed, you know, like totally platonic best friends who are definitely not attracted to each other (not saying that you can’t cuddle with your friends), when all of a sudden Y/n got up and walked out of the room. Totally calm and chill, not at all almost falling flat on her face or freaking out the other two.
When she got back, she had a new pair of shorts on and a new blanket to sit on. While the boys didn't fully understand, they let it go and continued their movie. Y/n refused to join their cuddle pile and set the, now folded, blanket down on a separate spot of the bed. When they tried to move closer to her, she moved a little bit farther. When they tried to set a blanket on top of her, she said she was too hot even though she was visibly shaking.
After an awkward hour, Y/n got up and left the room.
“ ’m fine, I just want something sweet.” Inumaki sighed and nudged Yuta’s shoulder.
‘She’s on her period.’ Yuta gasped before he quickly got up and put on his shoes.
‘Where are you going?’
“To go get Maki!”
‘What does she have to do with this?’
“She must know what she likes and what she might want.” Toge also got up, but shook his head.
‘She’s on a job, plus I know what she likes. It’s our job to go get it anyway.’
“What do you mean?” Toge looked at the boy and sighed.
"We're her lovers, we should be able to bring her as much comfort as possible.’ Yuta looked confused for a moment then glanced at Toge.
“Uh, Toge, I think my signing is a little rusty, but don’t you mean as her lover, not lovers?” Toge shook his head and motioned his hand between the two of them, he then made a heart with his hands.
“Ah yeah, we’re best friends.” Inumaki groaned before he gave Yuta a small peck on his cheek in a desperate attempt to get his feelings across. Yuta’s face was practically on fire when Toge looked up at him, holding an uncanny resemblance to that of a tomato.
“Oh, thanks, Toge. Now let's get your girlfriend some treats.” Toge just let out a silent scream, waving his hands in the air, when Yuta turned his back. When Yuta turned around, Toge quickly pretended that all was well and grabbed his hand as he felt Yuta brush his thumb across his knuckles.
Maybe he’s slowly getting it.
When Y/n arrived back in Toge’s room, she saw no one there and made her place in his room. Sending a quick text telling the boys to use protection, which of course went over Yuta’s head who said they’d make sure to double check the road before crossing.
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“God this is not how I wanted my weekend to go.” Shoko looks up from her labs and towards the girl.
“What? Spending a couple days in the infirmary isn’t what you wanted to do? ‘Cause it sure as hell isn’t what I want to do. I’m supposed to be with ‘Hime in Shinjuku right now.” Y/n groans before wincing at the feeling of the hydrogen peroxide on her cuts.
“It’s not like I was trying to bleed out.” Shoko gives her an icy look. Ever since Suguru died, Y/n has been a little more reckless in her fighting style. She’s been slowly getting better, but Satoru still doesn’t like her going out by herself.
Y/n had been on a mission with Mei Mei, and Ui Ui by extension, and is still creeped out from it. She’s currently under evaluation to become a Grade One shaman, and after her performance in December, her family’s influence has lessened in her ranking.
It wasn’t even a particularly difficult job, her technique just got the better of her. You see readers, having the ability to manipulate blood comes at a fairly hefty price at times. Y/n has been trying for quite some time to manipulate blood without a weapon or a medium, so far it’s been incredibly unreliable and causing her to lose more blood than she typically would.
Y/n has heard the stories of a Kamo boy who was able to move blood at his will without a medium to help assist him in the drain, so she has been teaching herself to do the same. However, Y/n is also trying to learn how to draw blood from her pores without actually causing damage to her body, again, unreliable results.
This time Y/n barely managed to get to Ijichi’s car without passing out. “What would I ever do without you, Jiji?” Mei Mei had helped her to the medical bay, not without charging Y/n and adding a convenience fee. Ui Ui threw a tantrum that ‘such scum would ever be able to feel the warmth of his beloved sister,’ which made Y/n even more queasy than before.
While Y/n sits patiently and watches as the bubbles form on her arm, a very frantic father begins to make his way to her, not before running into his students who are very confused as to why he is running around like a headless chicken.
Similar to when Y/n had been five, Satoru slams the door open, with a cry of her name, and goes to fling himself on her, though this time Shoko yanks him by the collar and makes him sit down. Shortly after, the rest of the first years made their way through the door and were greeted by Shoko handing a lollipop to Y/n. Satoru sits next to the girl, finally calm, and pretends as if nothing is wrong and he didn’t raise hell trying to get to her.
Maki makes her way to one side of the table and sits down next to Y/n, going to pinch her shoulder, but noticing that there was quite the bruise forming. Yuta and Toge sit on the other side, and Panda sits in front of the girl. When everyone finally gets a good look at the girl, they notice just how banged up she is. Scraps, cuts, bruises all made an appearance on her skin. Her under eye was bruised to hell, as was most of her body.
Y/n sits with practiced stillness as Shoko approaches her with all the salves and ointments her body has become used to over the years. Shoko used to use her reversed technique to heal her when she was younger, but out of paranoia that maybe Y/n would grow a slight immunity, Shoko went the more medicinal route.
They watch as Y/n takes the small sizzles like a champ, comparing it to Pop Rocks on her skin, and take notice of how Shoko moves to wrap the bandages with muscle memory. Over the years, Shoko has essentially become her personal doctor. When Y/n got her period a couple months before Tsumiki first got hers, she was there talking to her through the bathroom door.
“It’s not your cursed technique.”
“How do you know it’s not me dying?”
“Cause that’s not how it works. It only feels like you are.”
“Oh. I wonder if I can move it like the rest of my blood.”
“Let’s not try that out.”
Shoko was there every time she had a fever, cold, scrape, bruise, fell out of a tree, etc. You name it, Shoko was there to wrap her up and make her feel better. Shoko never really inserted herself into the family dynamic, though she does know that Y/n sees her as a sister, and she’s fine with that. How is she supposed to trust Satoru to not kill his three kids by forgetting the basic things required for a human being to survive?
Maki of course gives Y/n an earful as they all walk to Y/n’s room to make bracelets with her for the upcoming spring. Satoru stayed behind to talk with Shoko about both of his daughters' health.
‘Incoming call from sea urchin’
Y/n sighs, knowing what the call was about before pressing the button to accept the call.
“Nee-san, what did you do?” Y/n could practically see the frustration on her little brother’s face.
“ ‘Gumi, there’s nothing to worry about. I got a little banged up on my job and had to get patched up. No biggie.” Megumi sighs deeply before beginning to speak once again.
“This has been happening a lot more, Y/n, I don’t like it.” She knew where he’s coming from, she really does, but the constant surveillance unnerved her — however warranted it seemed. Y/n’s the type of person who’s incredibly stubborn and craves independence. She didn’t like people treating her as if she was a child, frankly it did nothing but piss her off, but she understood that sometimes people need to hover in order to ease their own minds.
“Megumi, I promise I’m getting better at being more carful with my body. It’s just been a long week.”
“That’s what you said last time.”
“Well at least you know I’m consistent!” Megumi groans before saying his goodbyes and hanging up. Y/n knows she’s being a little bit of an asshole — really she does — she’s trying to get it under control, but it’s been happening a lot more frequently. She knows she’ll start spiraling again if she focuses too much on herself, but she also knows she’ll just continue to lash out at those around her if she doesn’t at least attempt to regulate her emotions a little bit better. It’s been nearly three months since Suguru’s death, Y/n knows it’s completely normal to take a long time to grieve, but for some reason it seems like so much longer than it’s supposed to. This isn’t the first time someone close to her has died, and it certainly won’t be the last, yet this time it hurts just that little bit more, this time she finally has been pushed off the cliff. And she doesn’t really like what she sees in the mirror most days. She doesn’t like the helplessness that comes with the grief, nor does she like the way she pours herself over every photo, every voicemail, desperate to see where it all went wrong. Y/n spent years like this, though it got better at manifesting itself in different ways, the torment that came with her thoughts were still very much there, even after all this time.
She joins the rest of the group, who’re all waiting patiently for her to get off the phone, and grabs Yuta’s hand, holding a tight grip to help ground herself.
“We should totally go on a date tomorrow, Yuta!” She watches him carefully as a light blush floods his cheeks, his hands begin to sweat a little and she chuckles when he looks at her.
“Okay, we can hang out tomorrow,” he says softly, Y/n deflates a little and Maki smacks the back of his head. “Honestly how can someone be so fucking dense?” Y/n giggles softly and gives Yuta’s hand a small squeeze before letting go and walking with Panda.
Toge watches out of the corner of his eye as Yuta frowns slightly and clenches his hand a couple times before continuing to walk and slinking over to Toge’s side. Toge bumps his shoulder against his body. Maki couldn’t help but compare Yuta to that of a puppy looking for its owners.
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Ever since the news of Yuta’s sudden study abroad was announced, Y/n and Toge have been spending even more time with the boy, if that’s even possible. The three of them are lounging in Y/n’s room, not really doing anything, just spending time in each other's company.
Yuta rests his head on Y/n’s chest, and Toge lays behind Y/n, they’re in a pile of sorts, Toge carrying the brunt of the weight; not that he minded at all. If anything he prefers it this way. The weight of his girlfriend, and hopefully soon-to-be boyfriend, helps to ground him to the present.
He likes the feeling of Y/n and Yuta’s soft laughter, the playful shoving, the fingers running through his hair, and the gentle, steady rhythm of their breathing as they fall asleep against him. These are the moments where he feels the most at ease, the most relaxed, the happiest.
He frankly doesn’t know what he’s going to do if Yuta decides that maybe he’s not for him, that they're not for him. Aside from Y/n, he’s never cared for someone as strongly as he does for the boy. When Yuta transferred to the school, he was a breath of fresh air, he complimented the lovers so beautifully in a way he’d never imagined was possible.
Toge knows that they’ll survive and respect his decision if he chooses not to be with them, but he’s still holding onto the small moments, the small gestures that make him feel like he’s not being ‘delulu’ as Y/n puts it.
In the quiet moments of the night, Toge can hear Yuta shuffle around. He feels as Yuta reaches up and gently places his hand in Toge’s hair. He feels the soft motions of his fingers gliding through and the soft sigh that follows.
“You know, you’re both so beautiful it hurts. Not just physically, but your hearts and souls bring so much brightness to my life, it scares me at times,” he whispers, “How can I possibly stand beside you both? I would let the higher ups kill me if it meant the two of you would be safe.” Toge releases a sharp breath, one that alerts the other boy. Toge carefully shifts Y/n off of him and quickly pulls Yuta to him. He entangles a hand in his hair, tugging the taller boy down.
Yuta inhales sharply and rests his hands on Toge’s neck. The two join in the middle, lips clashing. They can’t fully see what they’re doing in the dark, and the kiss is rather clumsy and inexperienced, but practice will make perfect.
When they pull apart, their breathing is rigged, not quite gasping for air, but shallow. The boys were so engrossed in each other, they failed to notice the girl that woke up in the mists of their… fun. The small giggle is what finally alerts them to her presence.
“Damn, as hot as that was, I wish I got a kiss too, ya know?” The three laugh as Yuta shuffle over to Y/n, a gentle pair of lips place themselves on top of hers. She smiles into it. The kiss—a peck really—is soft, inexperienced as well, and lights a spark in Y/n’s heart.
“At least now you get it.” Yuta laughs, “I always did, I just wasn’t sure of my own feelings.” Y/n brushes her hands through his hair quickly before looking at Toge, she can’t see him, but she knows his face is as red as can be.
Y/n snorts, “As sweet as this is, I’m really tired.” She curls herself underneath the blanket and pulls the other two towards her when they begin to take too long.
‘If this is the happiest I’ll ever be in my life, so be it. As long as they’re here by my side.’
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Thanks for reading! The next chapter, ‘Absence’ should be posted on Wednesday(10/18)! We’re now making our way to season one of jjk. I’ll be holding off on writing anything pertaining to the second half of season two cause my heart really can’t take writing that much angst right now and I’m still recovering from the leaks. I’m also working on a couple other things right now, so i might be a little slower with updates in the future! Please comment or like, it helps to keep me motivated in my writing. As always, there is an oc version on my blog and on ao3.
Honney
y’all i know it’s been a VERY long time since i’ve updated, and i apologize, but i’ve written quite a bit for some other stuff such as kny, aot, jjk and bts. these works include oc/self insert and other ships such as: sanegiyuu, satosugu, itafushi, eremin, levi/erwin, platonic levi and hange, platonic ot7, platonic satosugushoko, eremika, platonic soulmates eremin, and more. i’m in the process of editing and finishing rn, but i’ll start posting soon!!!!
MA CHERIE WILL BE BACK SOON I PROMISE POOKIES!!!!!
i was originally going to drop ma cherie and two teasers on saturday, but my s/o surprised me today with a trip, so i won’t be posting anything until my return lol
some new fics in the works:
Twilight
satosugu - no curses au
paper rings
yoongi x oc/reader - idol au - mc is a member of rv
rendezvous
jason todd x oc/reader
reverie
choso x oc/reader
(these fics are not set in stone and are subject to change. i’m a busy person and i appreciate your patience with me)
Ma Cherie ❤︎₊ ⊹
Chapter vi: Absence
Pairing: Inuokku/ F! Oc
Summary: the loss of someone in your life can be hard to navigate around, even more so when a relationship had only recently blossomed.
Length: 3.02k
A/N: hey y’all, i know it’s been a long time since i posted and that partially because things kept on popping up and i kinda forgot this fic even existed lol. I’m really sorry guys, I know it’s a short chapter, but i’ve had a lot of stuff going on this week and was unable to really sit down and write. Luckily my finals are now officially over, so i’ll have more time to write. I’m currently writing the next chapter, so that’ll be out sooner rather than later—if I remember to post lol.
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While it’s only been three months out of the eight scheduled months of Yuta’s time abroad, Toge is going insane. He misses Yuta’s warmth, his reassurance, love, and his ability to understand Kanae in ways that he is unable to — even after all these years. The two still text and FaceTime regularly, but it’s not the same. Kanae helps to ease the pain, but their relationship had been so new when he left, it pains them both. In the days before Yuta left, Kanae scheduled them full of random date ideas, but this did nothing to slow the flow of tears at the airport as Yuta left for Africa with Miguel.
Kanae, like her beloved, is losing her sanity. Don’t get her wrong, she loves Toge — she would’ve figured a way around the marriage if this wasn’t the case — but Yuta’s a breath of fresh air. A breath the young couple both desired and consumed to the fullest.
The dynamic between the two hadn’t necessarily been awkward once Yuta left, but after spending nearly every waking moment with someone, the relationship molds itself to have the other in it all the time. Yuta leaving made them reform their relationship for the fifth time. At first it had been kanaeandtoge and yuta, then it became kanaeandtogeandyuta. It was still the three of them, but with newfound distance they had been unprepared for.
One of the ways the trio compromised with the thousands of miles of useless space was many calls, texts, photos, and videos. This led to Kanae ‘asking’ her adoptive dad to upgrade her phone plan to accommodate the plethora of content growing in her phone.
“Toru-nii, I changed my storage plan. I got 2TB.”
“What?”
“It’s an extra forty dollars, so just a warning.”
“… Okay?”
“You’re paying for it.”
“When am I not paying for something?”
“ ‘Kay, thanks!”
With the accompanying spare time of one less person to be with, Kanae has been filling her days evolving her cursed technique, working on her friendship with her older brother, preparing Megumi for the dorms-
“I’m an empty nester!”
“You’re literally my teacher.”
“Kanae-Chan and Megumi-Chan are abandoning me!”
“We’re still seeing you everyday, Toru-nii.”
“Oh, I can still hear their voices haunting me. Dear Fates, what have I done to have been handed such a cruel deal in life?” (This can be applied to many situations in JJK, and frankly, it hurts).
Megumi grumbled before shuffling towards his warden, who’s on his knees in fake hysterics, and placed a gentle hand on Gojo’s head. No infinity stopping him. Kanae smiled softly and walked over to her small family. She wrapped her arms around her boys tightly.
-which has been fun. He got a room the hall over from his adoring, darling, dearest sister. However, this does little to thwart Kanae appearing at random. She felt it was her sisterly duty to materialize from thin air and either claim a spot in his room and play with his shikigami or would request his assistance.
Toge and Kanae had more time together than they’ve had in a while, but that did little to squash the ache in their chest for the absence of Yuta. Their beds were bigger and colder. Their rooms were more barren, and their days more boring. There wasn’t anyone else besides the two of them for a long time then they found another, only for them to leave and it hurt far more than they anticipated.
Toge and Kanae had been togeandkanae for as long as they could remember; promised to each other at the ripe ages of three and four. Even though they never considered an addition to their love, Yuta wormed his way into their hearts and lives before leaving soon after. They didn’t know what to do, they didn’t know how to function.
Yuta wasn’t there to hang out with Megumi and make Kanae’s heart soar beyond belief. Yuta wasn’t there to get the things that the two of them couldn’t reach because they were both fairly short. Yuta wasn’t there to help ease the pain of Toge’s sore throat. Yuta wasn’t there to help on the days where Kanae could hardly get out of bed, so wracked with guilt and despair that the very thought of leaving the world hidden away beneath her covers was impossible.
Some times Kanae’s glad that he isn’t there, to be honest. She already feels bad enough that everyone has to see her on the days where everything is too much and she just wants to fade from this life and wait for the next one. After Yuta left, it got too much to handle. One less person to distract herself by giving every possible ounce of affection and adoration she could. Kanae tried to keep it to herself and deal with it in the early hours of the morning and the late hours of the night, but this did little to stop her melt down.
She became erratic during training, sloppy running drills, and has less self preservation. Kanae didn’t mean for any of this to happen, at least she doesn’t think so. She doesn’t want to die. She wants to grow all gross and wrinkly with her friends, family and lovers. She really does. However, in the hours where everything is still, in the hours where she has time to feel and remember, she can’t help but hurt.
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One day on a job with Noritoshi, everything came to a head. She lost control for the first time in a very long time. Her older brother, who had never seen this happen, did the only thing he could and called his teacher. Utahime arrived to see the siblings covered in blood, all the curses had been slaughtered and laid dismembered around them. Noritoshi held his little sister as tightly as he could as she sat quietly. Utahime, who also had never seen the girl like this, did the only thing she could and called Gojo.
“Ah Utahime, to what do I owe the pleasure-“
“Kamo-san, she’s… she’s…” The rustling of fabric and small voices in protests could be heard on the other end.
“What about my daughter? Did she get hurt under your watch? Where are you?” Gojo’s voice becoming that of a stern one laced with desperation gave Utahime whiplash.
“She’s not hurt, in fact I don’t think anything even touched her-”
“Spit it out.”
“She’s dripping in blood and there’s carcasses scattered everywhere, Gojo. Is there something I need to know?”
“I will be there soon. Call me again if there are any spikes in cursed energy.” Before Utahime could respond, the line clicked and an annoying jingle could be heard. The teacher and student watched as Kanae slowly blinked and reached into her skirt pocket, pulling out her phone.
Obviously it’s the one that came out just a few days ago, only the best for Gojo’s little girl.
“Dad.” The two strained their ears to hear the other end of the conversation, the girl rarely refers to Gojo as her dad around others.
“No, I’m not hurt.”
“No, it’s not my blood.”
“Yes, I’m with Nori-nii now.”
“I’ll see you soon.” Utahime wondered just how often this child has seen tragedy befall others for her to still be able to converse while being so clearly not okay. It’s a thought that made her uncomfortable, so she removed it from her mind to contemplate at a later date.
Like so many others.
Gojo arrived soon after and strode straight towards Kanae. Noritoshi hesitantly handed her to him. Gojo pulls her taught to his chest and cradles her as he used to when they were younger. A time that felt so long ago. Kanae curled her hand into his clothes and cried. This made even more weight fall heavily on Satoru’s heart.
(Kanae is a girl who cries often, this is true. She cries when: she watches a sad movie or show, when she reads a sad book, when she sees something adorable, when she’s angry, when she laughs hard enough, when she’s on her period, and occasionally when she shits. Despite this, she doesn’t typically cry when others think she should. Kanae has days where most can predict her tears, and most of the time they’re correct, but those are only a handful of days. Her family and friends have familiarized themselves with these dates and plan everything they can around it. She cries on her birthday, Christmas Eve, mid November, and her fallen loved one’s death days. Unfortunately, Kanae will soon not know life without tear stained cheeks and red eyes. She will survive, for better or for worse we do not know, but not without a trail of immense pain that will try to drown her at every turn).
“My sweet, baby girl. You’re safe. I’m here,” he murmurs softly for Kanae’s ears only. However, the silence that surrounds them allows the others to hear. Noritoshi feels slightly envious that Kanae’s father is so warm. He quickly banishes the thought, remembering some of the things she has had to endure to get the loving family she so rightfully deserves.
Satoru slowly turned and began to walk, not before turning back into his ‘strongest’ facade and looking at the other two.
“I don’t need to worry about a report on this.” This is not a question, nor is it a request. He stated it as an absolute, an indisputable fact such as the sky being blue or him being able to kill them without so much as lifting an arm. Utahime nodded quickly, so Noritoshi followed suit.
The father and daughter make their exit, letting Utahime finally ask questions.
“Kanae is in so much pain and I don’t think I will ever know just how deeply she has been hurting.”
This was the only information Noritoshi was willing to divulge to his elder. Utahime pats her student on the back, sighing, before getting back up.
“We will not breathe a word of this to anyone, not even your classmates or your father. Do you understand?” Noritoshi nodded his head.
“Yes, sensei.”
Kanae had spent the remainder of the day at home, in the luxurious penthouse Gojo had bought for their growing family. Her room, like the one at school, is covered with many different things. The only difference is that these things are far more personal and bittersweet than the ones at her dorm. Mementos of special occasions and intimate reminders of those she lost. It even smells of the past, of a time where all she knew was her mothers death, Suguru’s downfall, and the warmth of those close to her.
Rumor has it that Miguel spent hours either restraining or pleading Yuta to stay with him in Africa rather than be at his girlfriend's side. Toge is the person who ultimately convinced him to not come home. As much as he wanted him to, it would have only led to an extension of his time abroad.
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It’s not a very apparent thing, her pain. Only to those who know her well enough. So when she, and the rest of her classmates, gets summoned away for a mission and leaves her brother on his own, she’s fine. However, when she gets a call where all she can hear is her little brother wracked with sobs, she is far from okay. Her first thought is that Satoru is dead, which is quickly proven wrong when Ijichi pulls up with a message from him. She rushes to pile her necessities from the hotel which they were staying at and hurriedly gives her friends a goodbye and Toge a kiss on the cheek. Maki wouldn’t let her leave until she promised to give her a text when she got back to school and another text later that night.
Megumi, to put it gently, is a complete and utter wreck. He has snot dripping down his nose onto, and most likely into, his mouth. His eyes are puffy and his soft, porcelain skin has become red. Kanae desperately wants to whip out her phone and take a picture in order to blackmail him at a later date, but her first priority is to make sure her brother is okay, which he clearly isn’t.
“ ‘Gumi-” He practically launches himself through the air and into his big sister’s arms, seeking any comfort he can.
“He-he’s gone, nee-san! He’s gone!” Kanae’s brows furrow. “Who’s gone, ‘gumi?”
“Itadori!” Kanae’s eyes widen slightly, she has heard of the boy and how remarkable he is from her dad and brother. She didn’t think that Sukuna would have let his vessel die so soon, but she pushes the logic away from her mind for the moment. Megumi comes first, all else comes second.
“Oh, ‘gumi.” Megumi’s voice cracks repeatedly as his cries become louder. They might have only known each other for a small period of time, but Itadori clearly made a long lasting impression on her brother.
“He left me, Kanae!” Kanae's heart aches with the remnants of her brother’s. She cradles him in her arms through the tears, even when he tires himself out from crying. Satoru arrives later in the night, noticeably distraught. He watches silently from the entrance of the room as Kanae and Megumi curl tightly around each other in his room. Satoru gently closes the door behind him and slips off his shoes, moving quietly towards the bed, wiggling his way behind his kids. He moves them closer to him and holds them tightly to his body.
The next day, after a little bit more crying, Kanae is introduced to Kugisaki Nobara, a sweet, headstrong girl. The two get along splendidly and the older of the two listens dutifully as Nobara speaks of Itadori. Even though she calls him an idiot, moron, and dumbass, Kanae knows that his death has rocked her deeply.
Later she questions Satoru about the incident, and his answers are vague at best.
“You’ll be very upset with me when you find out the truth.” Kanae sighs before placing a hand on his arm.
“You’re our dad, so I trust you blindly, but please think of Megumi in your choices.” Satoru has a solemn look on his face when she says this.
“I’m doing the smartest thing I can, I’m trying to keep everyone safe.” Kanae hums softly.
“So he is alive?” Satoru looks at his daughter, a slight twitch in his expression is all it takes for Kanae to know she’s correct. Sometimes Satoru can forget just how brilliant his daughter is.
“If you think it’s best to keep it quiet, I’ll follow your lead, but if I find out otherwise I’m telling them.” He nods. “I’d expect nothing less.”
Two days later, The other second years make the journey home while Kanae is in a meeting with the higher ups. An awful, boring, useless meeting. They desire to make her feel small and worthless, and above all else try to make her feel weak and Kanae hates feeling weak. She knows full well she can kill them. She knows her place above them, Satoru and Suguru had made sure of it, but that does little to help her when all they do is berate her and piss her off.
“For the last time, I don’t know anything about the circumstances of Itadori Yuji’s death, I can only assume it was during a mission. No, I have never met him. All second years have been on a mission for the past couple of weeks. Yes, I arrived home earlier than my peers to comfort Fushiguro after receiving news of his state. Should I find out that you had a hand in the death of an innocent child and our only way of stopping Sukuna, I will gladly let you know of my stance on the matter. However, I can save you the time and remind you who raised me. Now, I excuse myself from this unnecessary meeting.” Gojo is, of course, right outside the door when she steps out.
“That’s my girl.” Kanae smiles at him and walks with him to the car. The two play hand games in the back seat and make their way towards the school. When Kanae steps out of the car, she looks at Gojo to follow, but he doesn’t exit.
“I have a job, but I’ll come see you when I’m done. Keep an eye on Megumi?” Kanae frowns, but nods nonetheless. “Of course.”
She closes the car door with a slightly harder than necessary shove and walks up the stairs towards the entrance of the school.
“Wait… someone did die?” Kanae immediately recognizes her best friend's voice and hurriedly walks over.
“I told you in my text, or did you not read it?” Maki looks over her shoulder and rests her arm on Kanae. “I skimmed it.” Kanae scoffs, “Rude.” Maki shoves her playfully.
“Kam-“
“Kanae”
“Kanae-san, are you friends with this girl?” Kanae looks at Nobara and nods.
“They’re my classmates. Don’t mind Maki, she didn’t mean to appear insensitive. Well at least, I don’t think she meant to.” Maki swats at the girl. She feels her fiancé’s hand intertwining itself with her own and she can’t help but smile. Nobara clearly sees this exchange due to the now grossed out expression on her face. Kanae just smiles sweetly at her and can hear Megumi gag faintly. She subtly sticks her tongue at the demon spawn.
In the future, Kanae will look back on this memory with fondness. In the future she will weep at the thought of how her brother once was and the fading remnants of Megumi in her mind. She will mourn her short lived friends, the impact they had on her with the small amount of time she had with them. She will think of the plethora of ‘what ifs’ that continuously plague her mind. Kanae will remember the final moments of her childhood and innocence with that lingering bitterness that follows nostalgia.
In the future Kanae will have one single wish of having that Time Turner from Harry Potter her Suguru would read to her as a small child.
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Tysm for reading and i hoped you liked it! The next chapter, phosphenes, will be posted eventually. As always, this is crossposted on ao3 and nothing else. Please let me know if y’all find this somewhere else!
Ma Cherie ❤︎₊ ⊹
Chapter vi: Absence
Pairing: Inuokku/ F! Reader
Summary: the loss of someone in your life can be hard to navigate around, even more so when a relationship had only recently blossomed.
Length: 3.09k
A/N: hey y’all, i know it’s been a long time since i posted and that partially because things kept on popping up and i kinda forgot this fic even existed lol. I’m really sorry guys, I know it’s a short chapter, but i’ve had a lot of stuff going on this week and was unable to really sit down and write. Luckily my finals are now officially over, so i’ll have more time to write. I’m currently writing the next chapter, so that’ll be out sooner rather than later—if I remember to post lol. also the start is kinda weird and repetitive, i didn’t really know how to start it and i felt bad for making y’all wait this long
Ma Cherie Masterlist
While it’s only been three months out of the eight scheduled months of Yuta’s time abroad, Toge is going insane. He misses Yuta’s warmth, his reassurance, love, and his ability to understand (Y/n) in ways that he is unable to — even after all these years. The two still text and FaceTime regularly, but it’s not the same. (Y/n) helps to ease the pain, but their relationship had been so new when he left, it pains them both. In the days before Yuta left, (Y/n) scheduled them full of random date ideas, but this did nothing to slow the flow of tears at the airport as Yuta left for Africa with Miguel.
(Y/n), like her beloved, is losing her sanity. Don’t get her wrong, she loves Toge — she would’ve figured a way around the marriage if this wasn’t the case — but Yuta’s a breath of fresh air. A breath the young couple both desired and consumed to the fullest.
The dynamic between the two hadn’t necessarily been awkward once Yuta left, but after spending nearly every waking moment with someone, the relationship molds itself to have the other in it all the time. Yuta leaving made them reform their relationship for the fifth time. At first it had been (Y/n)andtoge and yuta, then it became (Y/n)andtogeandyuta. It was still the three of them, but with newfound distance they had been unprepared for.
One of the ways the trio compromised with the thousands of miles of useless space was many calls, texts, photos, and videos. This led to (Y/n) ‘asking’ her adoptive dad to upgrade her phone plan to accommodate the plethora of content growing in her phone.
“Toru-nii, I changed my storage plan. I got 2TB.”
“What?”
“It’s an extra forty dollars, so just a warning.”
“… Okay?”
“You’re paying for it.”
“When am I not paying for something?”
“ ‘Kay, thanks!”
With the accompanying spare time of one less person to be with, (Y/n) has been filling her days evolving her cursed technique, working on her friendship with her older brother, preparing Megumi for the dorms-
“I’m an empty nester!”
“You’re literally my teacher.”
“(Y/n)-Chan and Megumi-Chan are abandoning me!”
“We’re still seeing you everyday, Toru-nii.”
“Oh, I can still hear their voices haunting me. Dear Fates, what have I done to have been handed such a cruel deal in life?” (This can be applied to many situations in JJK, and frankly, it hurts).
Megumi grumbled before shuffling towards his warden, who’s on his knees in fake hysterics, and placed a gentle hand on Gojo’s head. No infinity stopping him. (Y/n) smiled softly and walked over to her small family. She wrapped her arms around her boys tightly.
-which has been fun. He got a room the hall over from his adoring, darling, dearest sister. However, this does little to thwart (Y/n) appearing at random. She felt it was her sisterly duty to materialize from thin air and either claim a spot in his room and play with his shikigami or would request his assistance.
Toge and (Y/n) had more time together than they’ve had in a while, but that did little to squash the ache in their chest for the absence of Yuta. Their beds were bigger and colder. Their rooms were more barren, and their days more boring. There wasn’t anyone else besides the two of them for a long time then they found another, only for them to leave and it hurt far more than they anticipated.
Toge and (Y/n) had been togeand(Y/n) for as long as they could remember; promised to each other at the ripe ages of three and four. Even though they never considered an addition to their love, Yuta wormed his way into their hearts and lives before leaving soon after. They didn’t know what to do, they didn’t know how to function.
Yuta wasn’t there to hang out with Megumi and make (Y/n)’s heart soar beyond belief. Yuta wasn’t there to get the things that the two of them couldn’t reach because they were both fairly short. Yuta wasn’t there to help ease the pain of Toge’s sore throat. Yuta wasn’t there to help on the days where (Y/n) could hardly get out of bed, so wracked with guilt and despair that the very thought of leaving the world hidden away beneath her covers was impossible.
Some times (Y/n)’s glad that he isn’t there, to be honest. She already feels bad enough that everyone has to see her on the days where everything is too much and she just wants to fade from this life and wait for the next one. After Yuta left, it got too much to handle. One less person to distract herself by giving every possible ounce of affection and adoration she could. (Y/n) tried to keep it to herself and deal with it in the early hours of the morning and the late hours of the night, but this did little to stop her melt down.
She became erratic during training, sloppy running drills, and has less self preservation. (Y/n) didn’t mean for any of this to happen, at least she doesn’t think so. She doesn’t want to die. She wants to grow all gross and wrinkly with her friends, family and lovers. She really does. However, in the hours where everything is still, in the hours where she has time to feel and remember, she can’t help but hurt.
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One day on a job with Noritoshi, everything came to a head. She lost control for the first time in a very long time. Her older brother, who had never seen this happen, did the only thing he could and called his teacher. Utahime arrived to see the siblings covered in blood, all the curses had been slaughtered and laid dismembered around them. Noritoshi held his little sister as tightly as he could as she sat quietly. Utahime, who also had never seen the girl like this, did the only thing she could and called Gojo.
“Ah Utahime, to what do I owe the pleasure-“
“Kamo-san, she’s… she’s…” The rustling of fabric and small voices in protests could be heard on the other end.
“What about my daughter? Did she get hurt under your watch? Where are you?” Gojo’s voice becoming that of a stern one laced with desperation gave Utahime whiplash.
“She’s not hurt, in fact I don’t think anything even touched her-”
“Spit it out.”
“She’s dripping in blood and there’s carcasses scattered everywhere, Gojo. Is there something I need to know?”
“I will be there soon. Call me again if there are any spikes in cursed energy.” Before Utahime could respond, the line clicked and an annoying jingle could be heard. The teacher and student watched as (Y/n) slowly blinked and reached into her skirt pocket, pulling out her phone.
Obviously it’s the one that came out just a few days ago, only the best for Gojo’s little girl.
“Dad.” The two strained their ears to hear the other end of the conversation, the girl rarely refers to Gojo as her dad around others.
“No, I’m not hurt.”
“No, it’s not my blood.”
“Yes, I’m with Nori-nii now.”
“I’ll see you soon.” Utahime wondered just how often this child has seen tragedy befall others for her to still be able to converse while being so clearly not okay. It’s a thought that made her uncomfortable, so she removed it from her mind to contemplate at a later date.
Like so many others.
Gojo arrived soon after and strode straight towards (Y/n). Noritoshi hesitantly handed her to him. Gojo pulls her taught to his chest and cradles her as he used to when they were younger. A time that felt so long ago. (Y/n) curled her hand into his clothes and cried. This made even more weight fall heavily on Satoru’s heart.
((Y/n) is a girl who cries often, this is true. She cries when: she watches a sad movie or show, when she reads a sad book, when she sees something adorable, when she’s angry, when she laughs hard enough, when she’s on her period, and occasionally when she shits. Despite this, she doesn’t typically cry when others think she should. (Y/n) has days where most can predict her tears, and most of the time they’re correct, but those are only a handful of days. Her family and friends have familiarized themselves with these dates and plan everything they can around it. She cries on her birthday, Christmas Eve, mid November, and her fallen loved one’s death days. Unfortunately, (Y/n) will soon not know life without tear stained cheeks and red eyes. She will survive, for better or for worse we do not know, but not without a trail of immense pain that will try to drown her at every turn).
“My sweet, baby girl. You’re safe. I’m here,” he murmurs softly for (Y/n)’s ears only. However, the silence that surrounds them allows the others to hear. Noritoshi feels slightly envious that (Y/n)’s father is so warm. He quickly banishes the thought, remembering some of the things she has had to endure to get the loving family she so rightfully deserves.
Satoru slowly turned and began to walk, not before turning back into his ‘strongest’ facade and looking at the other two.
“I don’t need to worry about a report on this.” This is not a question, nor is it a request. He stated it as an absolute, an indisputable fact such as the sky being blue or him being able to kill them without so much as lifting an arm. Utahime nodded quickly, so Noritoshi followed suit.
The father and daughter make their exit, letting Utahime finally ask questions.
“(Y/n) is in so much pain and I don’t think I will ever know just how deeply she has been hurting.”
This was the only information Noritoshi was willing to divulge to his elder. Utahime pats her student on the back, sighing, before getting back up.
“We will not breathe a word of this to anyone, not even your classmates or your father. Do you understand?” Noritoshi nodded his head.
“Yes, sensei.”
(Y/n) had spent the remainder of the day at home, in the luxurious penthouse Gojo had bought for their growing family. Her room, like the one at school, is covered with many different things. The only difference is that these things are far more personal and bittersweet than the ones at her dorm. Mementos of special occasions and intimate reminders of those she lost. It even smells of the past, of a time where all she knew was her mothers death, Suguru’s downfall, and the warmth of those close to her.
Rumor has it that Miguel spent hours either restraining or pleading Yuta to stay with him in Africa rather than be at his girlfriend's side. Toge is the person who ultimately convinced him to not come home. As much as he wanted him to, it would have only led to an extension of his time abroad.
———————
It’s not a very apparent thing, her pain. Only to those who know her well enough. So when she, and the rest of her classmates, gets summoned away for a mission and leaves her brother on his own, she’s fine. However, when she gets a call where all she can hear is her little brother wracked with sobs, she is far from okay. Her first thought is that Satoru is dead, which is quickly proven wrong when Ijichi pulls up with a message from him. She rushes to pile her necessities from the hotel which they were staying at and hurriedly gives her friends a goodbye and Toge a kiss on the cheek. Maki wouldn’t let her leave until she promised to give her a text when she got back to school and another text later that night.
Megumi, to put it gently, is a complete and utter wreck. He has snot dripping down his nose onto, and most likely into, his mouth. His eyes are puffy and his soft, porcelain skin has become red. (Y/n) desperately wants to whip out her phone and take a picture in order to blackmail him at a later date, but her first priority is to make sure her brother is okay, which he clearly isn’t.
“ ‘Gumi-” He practically launches himself through the air and into his big sister’s arms, seeking any comfort he can.
“He-he’s gone, nee-san! He’s gone!” (Y/n)’s brows furrow. “Who’s gone, ‘gumi?”
“Itadori!” (Y/n)’s eyes widen slightly, she has heard of the boy and how remarkable he is from her dad and brother. She didn’t think that Sukuna would have let his vessel die so soon, but she pushes the logic away from her mind for the moment. Megumi comes first, all else comes second.
“Oh, ‘gumi.” Megumi’s voice cracks repeatedly as his cries become louder. They might have only known each other for a small period of time, but Itadori clearly made a long lasting impression on her brother.
“He left me, (Y/n)!” (Y/n)'s heart aches with the remnants of her brother’s. She cradles him in her arms through the tears, even when he tires himself out from crying. Satoru arrives later in the night, noticeably distraught. He watches silently from the entrance of the room as (Y/n) and Megumi curl tightly around each other in his room. Satoru gently closes the door behind him and slips off his shoes, moving quietly towards the bed, wiggling his way behind his kids. He moves them closer to him and holds them tightly to his body.
The next day, after a little bit more crying, (Y/n) is introduced to Kugisaki Nobara, a sweet, headstrong girl. The two get along splendidly and the older of the two listens dutifully as Nobara speaks of Itadori. Even though she calls him an idiot, moron, and dumbass, (Y/n) knows that his death has rocked her deeply.
Later she questions Satoru about the incident, and his answers are vague at best.
“You’ll be very upset with me when you find out the truth.” (Y/n) sighs before placing a hand on his arm.
“You’re our dad, so I trust you blindly, but please think of Megumi in your choices.” Satoru has a solemn look on his face when she says this.
“I’m doing the smartest thing I can, I’m trying to keep everyone safe.” (Y/n) hums softly.
“So he is alive?” Satoru looks at his daughter, a slight twitch in his expression is all it takes for (Y/n) to know she’s correct. Sometimes Satoru can forget just how brilliant his daughter is.
“If you think it’s best to keep it quiet, I’ll follow your lead, but if I find out otherwise I’m telling them.” He nods. “I’d expect nothing less.”
Two days later, The other second years make the journey home while (Y/n) is in a meeting with the higher ups. An awful, boring, useless meeting. They desire to make her feel small and worthless, and above all else try to make her feel weak and (Y/n) hates feeling weak. She knows full well she can kill them. She knows her place above them, Satoru and Suguru had made sure of it, but that does little to help her when all they do is berate her and piss her off.
“For the last time, I don’t know anything about the circumstances of Itadori Yuji’s death, I can only assume it was during a mission. No, I have never met him. All second years have been on a mission for the past couple of weeks. Yes, I arrived home earlier than my peers to comfort Fushiguro after receiving news of his state. Should I find out that you had a hand in the death of an innocent child and our only way of stopping Sukuna, I will gladly let you know of my stance on the matter. However, I can save you the time and remind you who raised me. Now, I excuse myself from this unnecessary meeting.” Gojo is, of course, right outside the door when she steps out.
“That’s my girl.” (Y/n) smiles at him and walks with him to the car. The two play hand games in the back seat and make their way towards the school. When (Y/n) steps out of the car, she looks at Gojo to follow, but he doesn’t exit.
“I have a job, but I’ll come see you when I’m done. Keep an eye on Megumi?” (Y/n) frowns, but nods nonetheless. “Of course.”
She closes the car door with a slightly harder than necessary shove and walks up the stairs towards the entrance of the school.
“Wait… someone did die?” (Y/n) immediately recognizes her best friend's voice and hurriedly walks over.
“I told you in my text, or did you not read it?” Maki looks over her shoulder and rests her arm on (Y/n). “I skimmed it.” (Y/n) scoffs, “Rude.” Maki shoves her playfully.
“Kam-“
“(Y/n)”
“(Y/n)-san, are you friends with this girl?” (Y/n) looks at Nobara and nods.
“They’re my classmates. Don’t mind Maki, she didn’t mean to appear insensitive. Well at least, I don’t think she meant to.” Maki swats at the girl. She feels her fiancé’s hand intertwining itself with her own and she can’t help but smile. Nobara clearly sees this exchange due to the now grossed out expression on her face. (Y/n) just smiles sweetly at her and can hear Megumi gag faintly. She subtly sticks her tongue at the demon spawn.
In the future, (Y/n) will look back on this memory with fondness. In the future she will weep at the thought of how her brother once was and the fading remnants of Megumi in her mind. She will mourn her short lived friends, the impact they had on her with the small amount of time she had with them. She will think of the plethora of ‘what ifs’ that continuously plague her mind. (Y/n) will remember the final moments of her childhood and innocence with that lingering bitterness that follows nostalgia.
In the future (Y/n) will have one single wish of having that Time Turner from Harry Potter her Suguru would read to her as a small child.
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Tysm for reading and i hoped you liked it! The next chapter, phosphenes, will be posted eventually. As always, this is crossposted on ao3 and nothing else. Please let me know if y’all find this somewhere else!
okay y’all pretty much all of the dialogue and most of the fight scenes are done for When the Wind Meets the Stars. The next couple of chapters for Ma Cherie are also in the works along with potentially a second part muahahaha!! once again, thank you for your patience i’ve had a very busy past couple of months, but i’m finally able to start writing heavily again!!
unfortunately a horrible thought has implanted itself in my head and i’m momentarily pausing my writing due to suffering greatly.
what if….. what if…..
what if sanegiyuu sic fic ??😈