. 001. Kugisaki Nobara . - Tumblr Posts

home away from home never felt more relevant than now, the thought grief and loss anchored within her in a manner she'd been explicitly trying to avoid. she was no fool, she'd shielded her heart the moment she stepped off the train — she would not allow roots to grow, finding the work to be as gruesome as she could expect. the villagers were crazy enough, but she would not be one of them in deluding herself otherwise that she could find some semblance of peace. but — wasn't this peace ? knowing she wasn't as lonely as she was then ? having at least one or two people who would share the same misery ? the heaviness of the night weighed on her chest, provoking such a statement out of her and she didn't realize it'd been said aloud until he replied. caramels flickered in his direction, brows furrowed the slightest. “ what we're not gonna do is make promises we can't keep. haven't you seen him ? i swear to god he'll find the one before i do, i'm so irritated ... ” the last sentence is muttered under her breath, hint of childish pettiness seeping through.

the silence between them wasn't unexpected, megumi was never one to break it at first — so the surprise wasn't amiss when she felt the gentle weight of his hand over her shoulder. expressionless for a moment and then she aggressively swatted his hand off of her, “ don't think i didn't miss you deliberately excluding yourself from that big - headed promise of yours ! you better not fuckin' get yourself killed or i'll undead you just to do it myself. ” slender digits snaked over his chest to grab the front of his collar, dragging him down to her height with a pointed glare. “ don't tell me what to worry about, dumbass, i'll worry about you all i want even if it's stupid ! ”

the girl was a ghost, a husk of a human being with a broken shell, cracks leaving such a fragile system vulnerable to the ugliness of the world it lived in. most days she forgot to exist, forgot she was still alive despite that stubborn organ continuing to beat in the confines of her chest, those wretched, wretched cages holding it captive. sometimes she thought it better that she'd actually left, given into the fate that was so cruelly thrown her way. what did her spite and desperation to cling to life get her ? a laughable, poor excuse of living. bed - ridden, limbs unmoving, time passing in such an agonizingly slow manner. she considered finishing the job herself. it would end the displays of weakness, the mirrors covered with sheets, her fingers wrapped in bandages from too many attempts to claw her own face off.

a failure, was what she'd become. perhaps, what she'd always been. even if her body felt the itch to move and throw itself back into the frontlines, ready itself to play prey for the wolves to tear apart, her own mind held herself prisoner. couldn't handle the pity, the feelings of uselessness. she was more hindrance than anything helpful. she would have succumbed to the walking grave she'd created if not for the next piece of news she'd gotten. like clockwork, that pesky organ began to ache, what was it — grief ? fear ? relief ? everything at once ?

nobara found herself sitting at the foot of his bed again. couldn't recall how many times she'd sat there over the past few days, for hours at a time, until she was beckoned elsewhere and forced to part from him. she was back again, sitting criss - cross on the edge, still afraid to face him — afraid to let him see what she'd become. silence had been their friend the first time, but she'd found her voice. even if he said nothing. bandaged hand reached up to feel that part of her face still wrapped — it'd healed by this point, but it stung, burned. part of her still in denial.

“ i'm getting mad at you, fushiguro megumi. ” delivered in a low voice, hint of amusement. but just barely. “ you know i don't take rejections well, but talking to a wall is worse than that. even a grunt would be fine. or i might just stop coming by. ” a pause. “ maybe you'd like that. nevermind. i'll continue to annoy the hell out of you. ” lightly bouncing over his mattress, she readjusted herself comfortable, twisting her torso to crack her spine. “ thinking about going to the onitsuka tiger pre - sale next week. don't want to go alone. ”

@meguhmi

there was a question that lingered in the back of her mind — it'd used to live in the front, heavy and weighed like an illness that continuously mocked her existence. when would she stop feeling anger ? when would the rage cease, when would its flames die out into a hazy smoke just so she could breathe ? it burned into her being, burrowed and rotten and all - consuming from the inside - out. was that all she'd become ? was she meant to be grateful that this part of her still existed in spite of the ever - growing hollowness that stained her ? what could she do with the anger, what could she do ... and if she'd manage to get rid of it, what would be left ?

it was silly to feel the insecurity still nestled inside of her. the world had just about burned, thousands of lives lost, her friends killed without mercy and she sat there, pitying herself. feeling shame. feeling ugly. she should be lucky to still think such things, and she could still hear the word of supposed reassurance : you're still a kid. feeling this way is normal. but to what extent ? what kid ... nearly escaped death and now had to bear the reminder ? even if she couldn't see it without a mirror, she could feel it. the stares, and the physical pain from its presence overall. it was why she couldn't look at him.

her back remained turned to him. she wasn't ready for him to see her like that, to acknowledge, yet another aspect, of their lives that had been irrevocably changed. she wasn't sure if she meant it, the suggestion to go out. it was the first thing that'd come to mind, the last thing she'd seen on her stupid phone — that silly notification dropping down on her screen as she attempted to reconnect with the public world. before, it would have been the one thing she talked about nonstop. she could already hear and see the annoyance from her friends, from him, and the attempted support from itadori.

the weight shifted over the mattress as she readied herself to depart, when she heard him. it was faint, nearly missed. but she'd heard it enough to recognize that it was him. ends of brims curved upwards, slowly, muscles aching as though she hadn't practiced them in forever. as if she'd nearly forgotten how to even do so. the simple gesture alone was enough to brush aside whatever hesitations she'd had towards him, her torso twisting and her body quite nearly jumping over him in joy. “ fushiguro ! ” she practically shouted, bed shaking as she crawled closer, yet remaining cautious enough not to invade his space.

and just like that, she remembered. blood draining from her face before quickly turning back around, hand covering the injury instinctively. “ i'll take that as a yes. gotta get those wrists of yours warmed up again for bag holding. no ifs and buts. ”

the mattress beneath him has molded to the shape of his body. days had flowed into weeks, but time had been nothing but a standstill for him. this bed had become his home. at first, they had whispered about shell-shock. he just needs sleep, some time to readjust back to his body. there was no voice in him to disprove the theories. not his body that was irrevocably changed, yet his soul. disfigured and tortured and nothing but scar tissue. they kept coming. they didn't stop when he didn't speak. they didn't stop when he refused eye contact. crisp white wall the only thing heavy eyes dared to stare at. a personal projector screen, haunted memories of sendai colony played over and over. emptiness, stretching on and on with no horizon in sight, and he was there. all alone. when she had started visiting him he had wanted to be grateful. the emotion didn't seem easy enough to grasp. none of them did. uncertain if he even felt despair or grief anymore, rather an empty hole gaping across his sternum. swallowing all the life around him before he can have a chance to digest it himself. he had wanted to thank her for showing him kindness. everyone else seemed too scared of his jagged edges now. she treated him no different. her soul mirrored something in his own, and that is the only change between them. she says she annoys him, and he wants to disagree with her. the words fill up against his tongue and flood every crevice of his mouth until he is choking on them. his teeth won't let them out. again, the memories play. tsumiki's face betrays him. it promises love to the king of curses and all megumi can do is watch through frosted glass. evil grips around his very essence and squeezes the life from him. why can he not feel any of it anymore? suffering, betrayal, anger ... anything ... something stirs. deep down inside. the idea of facing the outside world again at nobara's suggestion triggers it. it is not a roaring fire, only a budding ember. not a spark, nothing more than an echo of a whisper. yet, enough to draw a movement out from him. jade eyes tear themselves away from the wall and shift toward her. the outline of figure. a ghost of a simpler time, perhaps. shopping in tokyo. itadori forcing them to watch some overtly gory horror flick. they were kids, weren't they? megumi swallows past the lump that has formed in his throat. he isn't that person anymore. is he even a person at all? he adheres to her, finally, and lets out a little huff of a sigh from his nose. the first contact he's made with her. with anyone.

perhaps she shouldn't have turned around to focus on her fresh manicure, admiring how the gems sparkled under the streetlights, how the finely crafted shape made her feel so much better about her shoes being ruined the other day. a well - deserved self - care day, and now she had the perfect night to show herself off. at least, she did, until itadori had his grimy little hands wrapped around her wrist, dragging her alongside. “ whoa, absolutely not ! what do you think you're doing ?! ” features contorted to that of distaste, frustration, that little wrinkle between her brows growing more prominent despite the fact that she kept telling herself to stop making the faces that caused it, wanting to avoid unnecessary wrinkles. free hand was rubbing at that exact spot, trying to smooth it out as she attempted to free herself from his ironclad grip, but it was too late at that point. the curses were now looking in their direction instead of the stupid couple, who had now stalked off with their tongues down each other's throats. disgusting. a scowl marked her lips, eyes deadpanned as she glared at him, wishing she could manifest daggers out of thin air. “ itadori ! you brat ! ” she finally shouted, sopranos pitched and rilled with rage as she shrugged him off of her. “ how does the both of us being bait work ? it doesn't ! didn't i literally just show you my nails and this super cute 'fit ? come ON, man. ” out of the corner of her eye she could spot one of the curses hurtling her way and she dipped to dodge their initial attack.

it almost felt like she'd forgotten yuuji was just as excited for the show, had pooled the money into her bank account without a second to lose once the tickets had been bought, all so that she couldn't deny him the seat. his suggestion had been partly made so that kugisaki might take her turn, because since when was she exempt from dangling herself in front of curses like a worm on a string? somehow yuuji drew the short straw every time, and he never walked away completely unscathed. he'd worn his nicest jacket for the event, and really didn't feel like letting it get scuffed. at her words he turned on her with narrowed brows and neck stretched forward, scoffing with major uncertainty that he would win the argument, but having the resolve to give it his all. “ ehh? me, shoo? ” a look tossed back over his shoulder to the curses, making their slow, butt - ugly stride forward. man, they had to be some of the nastiest he'd seen in a while. no time to argue then, really, so instead of trying - and most definitely failing, yuuji simply turned back, outstretched a hand to grasp her folded wrist, and walked them both forward speedily to get it over and done with. “ whoa, kugisaki, ” said like he had no idea she was so willing to lend a hand, grinning at her innocently, “ looks like we're bait together ! ”

pettiness only affected the instigator more than the receiver — nobara should have known better after trials and errors of playing around until she got her own feelings hurt. perhaps that was too strong a statement, there was no hurt here but rather irritation, and gnawing confusion. no, seriously, i'll be fine ! just go without me. but she truly didn't think they'd actually leave, and now she was placed in front of the t.v. with some crappy dating reality show with her attention flickering from s.n.s. to s.n.s., trying to will the annoyance away. like a bug that'd had a light shone on her, she turned at the voice, blanket wrapped around her body like a husk. “ they decided to have a horrible time without me elsewhere. some parkour adventure, i don't know. weird shit like that. ” nose wrinkled as she reached for the bowl of caramel popcorn and raised it in her direction. “ wanna join me ? or are you on the job ? ”

it's nights like this that nitta misses the joys of living on campus, waiting for the weekend to hit the common room and watch a movie with her friends - also known as the moment deepest secrets would come out and regret about it would settle the morning after, though she likes to think their way to mess around was just another not so kind reflection of their upbringing and education. head peers through the door, gaze studies the dark room around dimly lit tv screen. "what are you kids watching?" the silence she's met with is almost embarrassing until she notices there's only one person. "kugisaki-san, it's friday." suddenly she's all too aware of the fact that a girl her age should be outside with the world at her feet ... it seems the first year has chosen nitta's idea of a nice friday night this time. "where's everyone?"

STARTER , @leventar

“ what idiot is getting themselves killed on purpose ? don't be so nonchalant, we have more than enough control over our lives. ” perhaps it was more delusional than anything, something she knew was a bold - faced lie as the words left her lips, felt the stickiness of their false allusions of comfort. there was nothing predictable about their life as sorcerers other than the inevitability of death. it was just a matter of when. kugisaki had already envisioned her death a hundred times, likely more, laying awake at night as she tried to picture the reality of her new world, of just how much she could handle. and yet, despite knowing all this, there was an air of defiance about her when it came to imagining the doomed end of her — friends? she'd always been wary about using such a title, finding herself growing roots where she'd previously tried so hard not to.

burnt sunsets flickered, meeting his gaze, digits tightening their hold around that flimsy fabric of his uniform. it was no easy feat to render the sorcerer flustered, but she could feel the heat creeping over the apples of her cheeks, eyes widening just once before she releases her hold on him, a short hmph leaving her lips. “ not if i have anything to say about it, that's for damn sure. ” flat of her hand straightened out the skirt of her uniform, ignoring the passerbys who'd been glaring at their bickering since they'd stopped flat in the middle of the busy streets. how did they even go from the usual self - loathe and fears of typical teenagers to swearing upon survival ? “ idiot's runnin' late. we'll just need to get to the restaurant first or they'll give up our seats. i'm not missin' out on the buns, this time ! we've already rescheduled enough. ” index waved in the direction of their destination, hand on her hip. “ the hostess likes you, though. you gotta do your thing and get us nice booth seats. ”

his hand is quick to withdraw, fluid in motion as it is sheathed back within the confides of his jacket pocket. never been much for physical comfort himself, giving it an even greater mystery to him. amusement ghosts around the edges of his visage. she riles herself up, getting into an imaginary argument with itadori. his levity is short-lived, whites of his eyes becoming more visible. surprise grasps him as she does. yet his body does not fight against her, the curve of his neck bending to her will and meeting her eye level. at this proximity the flowery scent of her perfume hits his nose. he wills his heart not to beat too furiously against his ribs. to keep his cheeks clear from any flushing. how boyish he suddenly feels, quick to erase the feelings with that well-practiced look of indifference he wears so well. in the comforting embrace of the night-time perhaps they can pretend to be different people. they can play the roles of stupid teenagers. megumi does nothing to retract her touch. ‟ i never said i was going to get myself killed on purpose. i'm not sure if i have any say in the matter of when i'll die. ” what a wily way to avoid the glaring object of her worry. they are soldiers weaned on war. it had already taken so much from him, why not steal away the life he has been slowly curating for himself, too? he blinks, jade eyes scanning across the features of her face for the briefest of moments. a beauty in the way soft light of the lamp catches shadows. megumi shakes the thought from his head. how foolish to be thinking about such things. ‟ with you by my side, i don't think it will happen any time soon. ” his tongue catches words his heart isn't sure should be spoken out loud. ‟ you, and itadori, both of you. ”

the feeling that coursed through her was something different than the training sessions she'd spent with gojo, or the other upperclassmen. perhaps it was the seriousness worn by him, the impassivity in expression compared to the outbursts of the other that she felt herself stiffening akin to a soldier. she would want to make a better impression, rise through the ranks, prove herself — there was no returning to the village, no safety net she'd set up. but she was so so tired, so exhausted, risking death in the name of being a sorcerer more hectic than anticipated. so it was relief that filled her when she caught sight of the credit card. confusion, at first. staring at it as if she'd never seen such a thing, blinking and unassuming, attention flickering to and from nanami's glasses to the table.

a wide grin stretched over her features as she snatched the card, standing from her seat to glance at it, putting it up to the light as if she meant to inspect it. “ no way ! what's the occasion ? wait — ” arm dropped as she clutched the card to her chest suspiciously, gaze narrowing. “ is this a test ? are you testing me right now ? ” but just as quickly as the questions strung out, she was practically bouncing in place, excitement evident in the glimmer of her eyes. “ you'll come with me, right ? ”

nanami knows nobara isn't technically his student. he doesn't technically have any students, though gojo had nudged yuji towards him to take under his wing, so to speak. he didn't mind, as it meant he could do his part to protect the younger generation. it meant a lot to him to try to let them be kids as long as he possibly could. (no one had been there when he and haibara needed an adult to help them.)

' nobara. gojo told me you like shopping ? ' he's sure he's supposed to be doing something more serious this afternoon with her, but fuck that. when else is he going to get this opportunity ? he pulls out his wallet and puts a thick, black credit card on the table. the kind that's heavy, and hard, and lets you know the person holding it has a sizable account attached.

' take that. spend whatever you want. for the afternoon. ' it's not like he's doing anything with the grade 1 salary he gets anyway. it's not like they give him enough time off to actually travel, and he didn't need a big house or an expensive car. this was much better.

⋆｡°✩ starter call || @leventar

there was nothing that ruined nobara's mood quite like having to look ugly ass curses in the face, while having to worry about her own appearance. any other day, any other time where she was only clad in the tech's uniform, she would've been ecstatic, eager, even. eager to prove herself and show her skills, especially with the improvements she'd made after training further with gojo and the upperclassmen. she could see it in the way her techniques required less effort and her muscle memory aided her without resorting to brief panic. she was careful when dodging the curse, watching as its endless slime dripped to the ground like a baseless fountain, and the stench — the stench was tenfold, violating to the senses. at the very least, she was trying to wear it out, figuring out the best way to deal with it. “ it is that bad, itadori ! ” it really wasn't, but given the circumstances — she'd rather be anywhere else. she side - eyed him at his proposition, the default mechanism in her aimed to reject it just to demonstrate her annoyance a step further, but instead she bit down on her tongue and checked the curse on his side, its appearance far more grotesque, sans bodily secretions. “ okay, yeah. no take - backs ! ” so she maneuvered skillfully so that she was instead in front of the other curse, utilizing her momentum to kick at it with enough force that it hit the wall behind. “ careful with the drip, we don't know if it'll just feel disgusting or if it can do more. ”

though yuuji's grip on her slipped and the distance between them grew, he whipped around to stare at her as though trying to seem bored with the constant state of danger she seemed prone to gifting him, tone raised in an attempt at arguing. “ i'm always bait, maybe it's your turn ... ” at the same time nobara sprung away from her exposed position, yuuji let go of a yelp as he had to quickly side - step out of the attack range of the curse that had seemed to take the most interest in him, ending up with his back pressed to the wall of the alleyway. it seemed they were sharing. over the curse's mass, he searched to make eye contact with her. “ see, look! we've gone dutch. ” whilst horrifyingly ugly, their grade level seemed low and intelligence even lower, in an effort to lock in yuuji rolled his sleeves and went for a swift punch right to the ... gut? if it even had one, the inward thought put a crease in his brow as the hit sent the curse backwards. with the time it granted he stepped back into the middle of the alley, his back briefly touching nobara's and he threw a look to her over his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. “ not so bad, right kugisaki? we'll make it. ” one of the curses shrieked, and for the first time he got a good look at the one that had first aimed for her. sheesh. he thought about her outfit, the time she'd spent getting ready in the dorms and the pile of clothes she'd made him fold as he waited for her to finish. “ man, yours is looking a little sludgy. wanna swap? ” a look to the hand that had made contact with his own curse, clean. “ i think mine's dry. ”

in the passing moments of the mundane, nobara knew she was committing this instance to memory. the giddiness that she felt deep within just from her friend's presence, knowing she'd saved him a seat despite her hardest to prevent adding more in a world where their permanency was not granted. and now she would cling to this, cling to him, with the ferocity of her untapped determination. the sunset and its burnt oranges, streaks of silver, rays meeting the warmth of fushiguro's eyes — her lips twitched, curving into something akin to a smile but quickly overrun with the armor she'd still maintained. “ masculine wiles ? ” she burst out laughing, the sound rambunctious in comparison to the previous steadiness of the quietness shared between them in this small bubble. “ you crack me up. but it apparently works, whatever ... appeal y'got going on there. ” lazy gesture of her hand in the general direction of his face, nose wrinkling. “ mmmmmmmm. ” obnoxiously drawn out, index finger tapping at her chin while she was already hooking her arm with his and dragging the both of them in the direction of their destination. “ we're walking. i need to check out the other stores on the way, too. i know there's gonna be a big sale in a few days, gotta scope it out first. ”

they have so much in common in that sense. laying awake at night, imagining all the different ways his death could creep up upon him. how easily he would throw himself in harms way to help his comrades. but that's the thing, isn't it? each of them would throw themselves before the proverbial bullet to keep each other alive. in some ways, it is a kindness shown between the very limited number of first years, knowing that there are so few of them that could protect the world. but none of that matters in this very moment. they are simply kids. teenagers with nothing more to worry about then reservations they can't make, running late for hanging out with friends. megumi watches her dramatics. the simple hand on the hip, the pout of her mouth. it makes him amused. only enough to make his eyes soften, and if she looks close enough, the edges of his mouth curling up in the faintest of smiles. ‟ are you asking me to use my masculine wiles and flirt our way into a table? ” his tone is so flat-lined compared to the words. as if he doesn't really think he can do as such. ‟ are we going to walk, or do you want to order a car to get there? it isn't too much further, i suppose we can walk if we want. ”

she'd stopped trying to keep track of the bruises that had formed over her body, muscles sore and aching in places she wasn't sure would be possible, her walk stiff and crooked as she searched for a place to rest. not quite a trek, but a trek in her current state, as she spotted the only other person she did not feel like punching in the face. the training was brutal, nothing she hadn't expected, but with the grief of a friend still settling in her marrow, with the sadness that still lurked in the confines of her heart — she was in no state to play warrior. time had not been on their side, though she'd told herself not to form attachments the entire train - ride, it was exactly what she'd done. and she was bearing the weight of such consequences.

“ i listen to them ! ” delivered with a wave of defensiveness, she plopped beside him and scooted closer until their shoulders were in contact, to which she purposely nudged him. “ they're kinda hot, i remember my classmates getting into them. ” the sun is blazing, scorching to the touch and it was only the tree providing some form of sanctuary from it, and from the upperclassmen seeking for their demise in the name of training. she was sick of it. “ you left me with the sharks, not very nice of you. ” only teasing, leaning the side of her head over the edge of his shoulder. “ you're really livin' up to your emo - kid schtick here. ” / @rottedfigs

how peaceful it is, sitting here in the welcoming shade of the ginko tree stretching far out above him. its trunk offering a sturdy resting place for his back. in between the constant training for the upcoming good will event he has barely found any time to gather his thoughts. if he were to be honest with himself, he has been avoiding the silence. sorcerers die. that is what they are trained to do, fed into the curse-war machine from the moment they set foot into the jujutsu world, but yūji was never meant for that kind of fate. these spiralling thoughts have left megumi afraid to be alone with them. this is why his headphones are firmly placed over his ears, music blasting to silence the demons before they come.

happily tapping away to the beat of the song when he feels a nudge against his leg. headphones are pushed slightly away from his ears. those dark blue eyes are daggers when they open, aimed straight at whoever has decided to interrupt his peace.

they soften when he sees nobara standing over him.

❛ what are you listening to? ❜ @leventar

‟ oh.. ” he clears his throat, shifting his position slightly as though she had caught him slacking off. ‟ i'm listening to one ok rock. ” the song is paused on his phone, before his attention is shifted back to her. a few moments of staring at her before he pats the ground beside him, offering her to join. ‟ i'm sure it's not your kind of music. ”

“ are they deep pockets ? ” nobara questioned further, skepticism in her gaze as she pouted, digging her hands into her uniform pocket. of which was anything but deep, shallow. she'd debated DIY - ing it up. wide smile was still present over her features as she nodded, “ it's stunning on you ! just make sure not to wear it if you're expecting to be called on. it'll get ruined, like, so fast. ”

@leventar / x

" do you like my dress? it's got pockets. "

eyes widened as they meet his, and she took a moment to recalibrate. nobara wasn't the most social of the bunch but she certainly had a better finesse in the human interaction. only she was fumbling terribly here and she just knew that the boys would be laughing at her were they here to witness it. slipping the card into her own pocket, she pat it through the fabric for safekeeping, as if to reassure that it was, in fact there. would be just about the worst thing should she lose it. she might have to just send herself home and never show her face again.

“ okay ... not sure what i did to deserve this, but i'll stop asking questions. i mean, we're doing this because i'm the best out of my class, right ? ” she leaned into whisper, the playfulness present in her tone as she grinned, hardly leaving him space to confirm nor deny as she choked out a laugh. “ i don't — really have friends. haven't had the time to make any. unless you mean fushiguro and itadori, but they're off doing ... something stupid, probably. 'sides ! you can lend me some of your wisdom. ”

nanami doesn't blame her for being suspicious. nothing is ever simple or easy. every time he thought it might be, or he might be on the verge of getting to take a break, something else came crashing down or a new mess appeared for him to deal with. so her reaction is entirely expected. a rather large gift from someone who was arguably a perfect stranger seemed rather suspicious, indeed.

' no occasion. no test. no strings. no debt owed. ' he prefers to be simple and blunt. he wasn't the type to mince words, or dance around a subject (unlike a certain colleague of his....) though he does feel happy seeing her get so excited, a small smile quirking at the corner of his mouth. he removes his goggles so she can see his eyes, and that he's completely serious about this.

' you don't want to go with your friends ? surely there's better company available to you. seriously, you can take it for the day. '

“ they are pigs !! and they're gross and smelly and steal your clothes !! ” nobara's brows were furrowed, cheeks flushed and full of popcorn as she pointed at the t.v., chewing aggressively to make room for more. she technically wasn't supposed to watch the series without fushiguro and itadaori, this being a tradition of theirs so they had something to look forward to, but she was spiteful and she couldn't wait to hold it over their heads. her hair had gotten wilder, tufts frazzled and sticking out in places the more she ran her fingers through them, the more she kept throwing the blanket over her head and ripping it off. something about watching real people screw up was satisfying, reminder that her own life wasn't as bad. sure, she risked death on a daily basis but at least she wasn't scum of the earth and ruining chances of love. she had no chances to begin with.

she looked at nitta from the corner of her eye. “ d'ya have a lot of experience in dating shitty men ? ” the question came out drier than intended and she choked, coughing as hands waved to save herself. “ i mean, no surprise that someone as cool as you would have suitors but ... they're all that bad ? i was thinkin' i should try and ... i don't know, would be nice to get someone to hold my bags for me. ” she shoved another handful of popcorn into her mouth, the crunching noises filling the gaps of their words. “ don't really get to talk about this kinda stuff much. ”

"ah, i see ..." a classic case of innocent boys will be boys, she wouldn't be surprised if the second years have tagged along too. "their loss." it comes natural to be on the girl's side - high school is unforgiving, being the only girl in an already small class sounds like hell. gaze drops on her wrist, technically she's been off for a good couple hours, but then again getting ahead with paperwork makes for a less stressful monday morning. "nah, i can stay a few minutes."

so much for a few minutes - her tie is loose, her blazer gone and sleeves rolled up. nitta could easily pass as another student, if not for the fact that she seems way too interested in what's happening in the reality show. "oh my god, men are pigs." not really a surprising fact, but one would think with cameras on all the time they'd have the decency to pretend. there's a dramatic scoff as she leans back in the couch, handful of popcorn thrown in her mouth.

"word of advice, don't date guys. they're terrible, awful even!" the dating pool is a mess, she knows all about too well. "i hope she dumps his ass before they leave the island."