. 001. Gojo Satoru . - Tumblr Posts
it was the end all be all or whatever, final move from the weaponized claws slashing over the curse's ugly existence and while it should've been a clean finish, it only resulted in the ground being littered with its remnants, the liquid sloshing before dissipating into thin air. it didn't hide the damage that'd been done unto them, nor did the hide the putrid scent that still lingered. he wondered if the curses ever knew just how much of an impact they lasted in the world even after the exorcism, surely not in anything significant, but enough to disturb him for the foreseeable ... hour. satoru would shamelessly milk it out for the next day or so, playing the petulant role his peers knew all too well in search of some sense of false - appraisal and amusement. out of the corner of his eye, he caught the sun's glare hitting the edge of the claws, lips pursed with feigned interest.
small steps brought him closer to her side, pad of his finger tapping at the top ( no sharp end ! ) with intrigue. he'd seen it plenty, heard about it even more, but seeing it close - up without some distraction to pull him side was another thing entirely. it was cool under his touch, wasn't sure what he expected, but he found himself pulling his hand back before he ended up toggling with it like a toy. manners and all, he could hear utahime's yapping in the back of his mind. couldn't piss everyone off in one day. same hand moved to shake out his hair once more, excess dust managing to fall and his tongue was stuck out in an exaggerated gag. “ absolutely fuckin' disgusting, 'lish. ” pettiness fueled his next move as he reached out to wipe off the debris onto the sleeve of her shirt. “ i'm adding another condition to our deal. one new bottle of shampoo. and you're buyin' dinner tonight. ” it would end up being his treat, not that he cared so much aside from the principle of it all. nudging at her shoulder, infinity already reactiviated, chin lifted in the direction of the train station back to the school grounds. “ now we gotta suffer bein' judged on public transit. ”
'IT'LL BE FINE, ' SHE HAD SAID, : ' WHAT COULD GO WRONG? ' SHE HAD ADDED. oh, that silvertongue of yours ... how effortlessly it convinces! though 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 with her, ( A FOREWARNING ALMOST ) she can genuinely say this time that this result had not been intentional. though it was amusing, that'll she admit. ... it was all to practice her technique, to test the limitations, &. TO BREAK THEM! ( though it should have been known, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. ) it wasn't exactly the first time he is a witness to it, nor his first time as her complice in the chaos.
SHE GESTURES WITH HER HAND IN THE AIR, : AS IF BRUSHING OFF HIS COMPLAINTS. ... ❝ oh please, it went fine all things considering. ❞ corners of lips painted black tugged upwards. ( DID SHE BRIBE HIM? 𝐘𝐄𝐒. BUT WAS IT APPRECIATED THAT HE WENT ALONG STILL? 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐘𝐄𝐒. ) of course, this she would not voice, perhaps mostly in the form of a tease. &. attention shifted from @leventar + satoru to THE CURSE, which barely holding onto its' existance. ... it tries to escape, but it can barely move. with almost a tired sigh, as if this was a chore : the click of her heels echoes, as she approaches it. ❝ alright, time to put you out of your misery. ❞ there is a hint of distaste upon 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄, ... signaling how this is no favor to the curse. cursed energy imbued in her claws, ( INHERITED ) ready to deliver the final blow.
the empty husk of a room, shielding other hollowed vessels, dissected meat sacks void of life — gojō did not feel this way at heart, but it was the mindset he'd trained himself to have the moment shōko expressed an interest in medicine, and in this particular specialty. it unnerved more than it intrigued him, he'd seen enough monstrosities of the world that it always managed to deeply unsettle him how procedural death could be, how anti - climatic. the mundane of it all was arguably worse than the gore of it, in the nightmares it could cause. nose wrinkled at the overwhelmingly sterile scent, violating to the senses, jarring even as it'd hit the half - hour mark of his presence in the human - sized freezer. arms folded over his chest as he begrudgingly followed the line of sight as she spoke, detailing the gruesomeness of the corpse's demise, painting a picture not even the gift of his eyes could need. “ bleeding to death ? ” rhetorical, delivered with practiced impassivity. couldn't help the way memories forced themselves into the gaps of his mind, flickers — blood, pain, the darkness shrouding him, welcoming him, and then light. “ wouldn't recommend it, honestly. the gut is always killer, always intentional. whether it was done with the awareness that it's the most painful or takes the longest, the message was sent, alright. ”
through the thickness of the black cloth, he could still sense the presence left behind, the imprints of unwanted visitors. different techniques, different hands, and yet — same recipient. whatever the circumstance, it always landed at their front door, under shōko's trusty expertise. “ you're thinking the same thing, i assume. ” a string of murders, a breadcrumb trail of ... what, exactly ? there was something brewing, catastrophic in its wake, and it was deliberate in grabbing his attention. from the side, he could feel her presence, unwavering, unchanging, and yet so ... different from the girl he'd experienced youth with. there was a death in each of them that rotted from the inside out. and only they could really catch it, recognize that sign of decay. “ i can already tell it is the same person. or, not person. but someone in close relation with that ... patchface spirit, or whatever they call it. it's not a changed form, obviously. does this ring any particular bells ? ” / @ephamerel
@leventar: i'm not gonna like this, am i?
she's never been one for talking. more of an observer, really, but now the silence around her is deafening. thick and heavy like the spine of a knife. and she smiles even less. the crescents beneath her eyes are darker than ever, darker than she thought possible. a murky purple that she'd find familiar in any other context, but this is just revolting. her eyes are deep and dark, the same as ever, but now they’re glazed over with something most can’t quite put their fingers on. she knows what it is, of course. she always has. she'll agree on apathy for now. the scent of cigarette smoke that follows her is suffocating. indistinguishable from her natural scent. shoko hasn’t been herself for a while— and it’s so obvious. everything is so heavy, her sleep - deprivation so severe. one would have to be blind not to notice it. and satoru would have to be an idiot not to question it. it takes her a few seconds to realize he's speaking, but at his voice, she turns around, eyebrow raising calmly. `` no. ``
she wonders if her tone is as obvious as she thinks it is. but as she looks at him, she finally realizes. her emotions are a fickle thing. always with her, tucked away within those eyebags, in the pockets of her coat. in that smell of tobacco, never - fading, always lingering. it follows her like a ghost, like something she’ll never quite be rid of. shoko’s emotions are a fickle thing and it always has been, but recently, it’s been downright overwhelming. it used to be subtle, the kind of thing people notice if they look close enough. if they squint. if they even care enough to try. so when he looks at her, she understands. `` ah. `` she looks up at him and her lips curl in a way that is supposed to form a smile. it doesn’t. her eyes look into his but it’s like she’s not seeing him at all. she doesn’t look at him, professional in the way her eyes run across the files. cause of death: damage to central intestines, subsequent loss of blood. from a cut to the stomach, right below the liver and spleen. she hears him let out a sigh and finally speaks, but when she does, it just comes out flat, unlike the times when she used to crack a joke. `` what a way to die, don't you think? `` i wonder how people feel right before they die, she thinks.
“ okay, testy. let's think happy thoughts. ya didn't die ! congrats ! ” he was nothing more than genuine, though the sorcerer was fully aware his delivery hinted at condescendence. the distribution of cases were always decided, firstly, from yaga and then passed through him, so while he didn't pay mind to the specifics, he knew it was manageable. enough. manageable without risking the decrease of student body numbers, and the number itself was already embarrassingly low. couldn't have been good for morale.
nose wrinkled as the scent of the blood and whatever curse - sauce had dissipated all over her. “ hate to be the bearer of bad news but i'm s'posed to accompany you on another training session. yaga's orders. goodwill event and everything, thought it'd be good. i just didn't expect you to show up straight out of a horror flick. ” he checked the time on his phone. “ i can get you some napkins and a water bottle, you can just sponge - bath it on the way. ” / @emnience
" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? " [ gojo ]
it's already been a hard day, she's covered in blood & all types of gunk … & now she has to deal with him. she can't believe she got stuck with this type of teacher, a completely unserious & annoying one. she wants to just go over there, hit him square into the face. face scrunched in anger, clearly showing her annoyance over his comment. “ not all of us have infinity so we don't get covered in blood, gojo. ” it comes out in a hiss. “ the target was a tough bastard so i had to get a little … creative. ” she simply states, not wanting to elaborate further on it further.
even though most of the blood isn't hers, some of it is. the pain didn't seem to register until she was standing still, her face scrunches up again but this time in pain & she'd rather deal with this in her dorm. “ are we done here ? this blood smell is really starting to stick. ” a pause, sniffing. “ … and stink. ”
“ ew is correct. very ew. ” deadpanned in tone, just as prevalent in his features. she couldn't spot it through the thick lenses, but his eyes had drooped just a well in emphasis of his point. at least he'd born the brunt of it, all gentlemanly and all. he could brag about that, as well, spin the narrative that he was just as sacrificial of a student as the rest of them. not as self - serving as they'd claim him to be ! not that he cared, or that it mattered, but there was only so much entertainment he could garner in a student body count that barely surpassed the ten fingers on his hands. and he was no aficionado when it came to dealing with clean - up, it was going to dawn on him further in trying to get this particular uniform set ready for the next session. and he couldn't ask suguru about it, either, knowing they were both shit out of luck about it.
hands in pockets, he began walking towards the station, ignoring the glares of bystanders very obviously pausing conversation to watch them pass. “ acht — ” he held a hand up, index singled out as if he was to make a point so important. “ it doesn't. just so we're clear on that. ” slipped back in his pocket, he shrugged. the reality of their situation dawning on him could've had him laughing if he truly thought about it further — having just witnessed another set of monstrosities, just to return back with their tails tucked and operating public transit as if nothing else had happened. part of him liked the mundane aftermath, a quiet lull to the cacophony he'd grown used to. “ there's gonna be some overzealous freak who wants to ask questions and i just don't have the energy to entertain it. do you ? ” raising a brow, he sucked his teeth before finally asking, “ by the way ... do you know how you're cleaning your uniform ? i was gonna throw it away but it's my last set. ”
CURIOSITY NOT ONLY CONTAGIOUS TO FELINES, : BUT SEEMINGLY TO HIM AS WELL! family heirloom, those lethal claws of hers under his inspection. &. there is a tease that brews atop both 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇 &. 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏 tongue of hers, ... but before it can slip off, his disgust is made apparent, ( as if he had tried to hide it at all. ) &. so instead, her smirk stretches. the nickname paid attention to, though it was not the first time it was heard. ❝ don't be such a ... ❞ BUT THAT SMUG GRIN IS WIPED AWAY SOON, WHEN SIGNATURE UNIFORM IS STAINED, feeling how his hand wipes the excess debris onto her sleeve. it was her 𝐕𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 that now mimiced his look of disgust, lips glossed black stuck in a frown. ... ❝ ew, ❞ disgust voiced through gritted teeth as she wipes off her sleeve, A LOOK OF WARNING GLANCED HIS WAY.
WHICH IS WHEN SHE IS A WITNESS, : THEIR DEAL TOYED WITH, &. she raises an eyebrow as if to doubt him. ( there is still a playful edge to it all. ) ... 𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒, &. though he sounds like he means it, they both know how it goes in the end. which is why, she lets out an amused huff at his statement, gaze averting for the moment. ❝ sure, whatever you say, 'toru. ❞ silver - tongued sorcerer plays along, a knowing tune HIDDEN IN - BETWEEN THE LINES. it didn't take a thief to find it. ... the nudge felt on her shoulder steals her attention back to him, &. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 around his energy reveals a lot, which is why she doesn't even attempt to return the favor. ... BUT IT IS ENOUGH FOR HER LIPS TO CURL AGAIN, ❝ i didn't think something like that could scratch your ego. ❞ this time the tease was let out. not that she really ever holds back.