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Who ⬤ itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, mitsuri kanroji.
What ⬤ may mini event
When ⬤ mid-may
Where ⬤ all over the place idk
Content Warnings ⬤ will update if needed!



[ use any force necessary — well, that was the direct order from the Enma, and yuuji had no issue to comply. let's say he has a growing resentment towards any group of punks deciding to form a gang and make his job harder. the best philosophy is to break them before they grow in numbers; simple and efficient.

beating up a bunch of hooligans is the norm by now, but— this time yuuji is hearing a lot of personal resentment towards the Enma himself. the fucking audacity; something about rumors and accusations, the dumb turf war between the other factions, and while the sorcerer didn't entertain having a conversation with one, often eager to punch them on the throat instead. however, there is a steady recurring theme here.

... something is going on.

by now, he had a fair pile of those cursed figures stashed inside his backpack— the mission is going well, but he wanted to drop megumi a quick visit at his part-time job. smiling, yuuji glanced down at the poorly wrapped gift box he was holding onto, totally proud of himself for finding the perfect fitting to keep the element of surprise alive; the pink bow in the center is just a lovely touch yuuji deemed necessary! lost in his own little world, the sorcerer easily neglected the brawls in the background as fights broke out in every corner of the city.

eh, it's not his problem.

reaching the library, he barged in and ruined the quiet vibe with a loud, hearty- ]

Yo, Fushiguro!! Where are you?!



[ ooc; if anyone wants to hit yuuji with an event prompt, or something more specific, feel free to send me a PM ♥ ]

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[ — and yet, yuuji wouldn't burden his friend with the whole meltdown, opting to resist the temptation of giving in and instead composing himself when he got that reassurance. he closed his eyes, calming himself just enough so he could guide his hand up, wiping away those tears. despite all the anxieties, and how bad this situation is— yuuji isn't oblivious of this rare, shared moment between them and the way megumi's body felt against his own; the undeniable soothing warmth that hushed down all his demons.

sure, it wasn't their first time sharing a hug, but it was the first time megumi reciprocates it. the way his hand caressed through his hair, their closeness, and how it made yuuji feel — safe. god, when was the last time he felt like he could drop his guard and depend on someone else to take care of him? he can't even remember.

he slowly pulls his head back, his hands loosening their hold as they settled on megumi's hips in a lazy, half-embrace. his lashes are still drenched, hanging low over his weary eyes, and yet he managed to offer his friend a small smile. ]

Thank you.

[ he regards the other for another few seconds before breaking it off completely, stepping back. he'd allow megumi to reach for the bag himself, unsure if he should be touching it again. ]

We can walk faster this time. Get rid of this thing and never look back.

[mahoraga]

[ It feels selfish that there's a part of him that found that embrace pleasant, that warmth shared between them and the knowledge that he was trusted enough to be depended on. Megumi offers only his patience, waiting for Yuuji to settle and giving him all the time he needs to regain his composure. When they do break apart, the other boy's hands hanging off his hips, Megumi takes this opportunity to steal a glance at the type of face he's making out of curiousity. There's a bit of a soul-wrenching feeling when he sees the tears welled up in Yuuji's eyes, the normally headstrong and positive boy looking so emotionally exhausted yet still trying to keep up his smile. Megumi's never considered himself a very empathetic person (lies), but it hurts ... to see his dear friend hurt. He looks down now, breaking the eye contact to offer his friend more privacy. ]

Sounds good. [ His hands slide off the other boy as he pulls away, and they move on now, staying focused on the goal at hand. As Megumi picks up the backpack and puts his arms through the slings, he can't keep that image out of his mind - the pain he could see in Yuuji's eyes. It wouldn't surprise him at all if the other boy is always feeling this way, given the stacking traumas he's been hit with in his short life, the burden he was saddled with for the unforgivable sin of being a kind person. It makes Megumi think about whether he treats him well enough. Maybe he should cherish him more. Yuuji ate those fingers to save him, after all.

Eyes still fixed on the ground, Megumi turns in the direction of the Enma tower, signaling that he intends to lead the way. There's a pause of consideration, before he extends his hand again, fingers bumping into Yuuji's, curling around his ring and pinky. The start of joined hands, but a bit bashful. ]

Follow me ...

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[ in which his hand, subconsciously, followed megumi's lead, reaching out to return the gesture. that's when yuuji unhooks their fingers so he could curl them in a proper grip. the way their hands settled together so easily gave an impression they've done it many times, and they knew each other's touch by now. a rare sense of harmony that kept yuuji grounded when everything around him is falling apart and bursting into flames.

the influences of those cursed figures are restrained, but not gone. it left yuuji feeling uneasy, definitely anxious about what might come. the visions never returned, but that somehow made him more on the edge, his mind obsessing on when will it happen? and at times, that's even more distressing than going through it. there are no further complaints from his side, and he allowed megumi to take the lead until they reached the main gate to the enma's offices.

as expected— the security wouldn't allow an outsider inside their facilities, and before megumi would start any act of retaliation, yuuji let go of his hand and turned to face him. ]

It's okay! I got it from here.

[ he really didn't want to carry those things again, but they made it this far— yuuji can handle it a few minutes until he delivers it in. ]

I'll be quick. Just wait for me here.

[mahoraga]

[ Yuuji was right to cut in before Megumi could retaliate, because if left to his own devices, he would find some way in no matter what anyone felt about it (and it would surely spell trouble for him). There's still anxiety that he has about leaving his friend alone, an anxiety he knows will spike once he's not able to see him, but Yuuji isn't exactly giving him any choice in the matter but sit tight. ]

Itadori ... [ He reaches out like he wants to stop him, but Yuuji's gone in a flash. Logically, it's better this way and they'll be able to get rid of the offensive objects quicker. With a sigh, Megumi lets him go, trying his best to quell his inner nerves.

He's relieved to see the boy emerge a few aggravating minutes after. ]

How are you feeling?