She Wants To Kill Him - Tumblr Posts
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 ! ”