WHO: Yuji Itadori (eyescar) & open
WHAT: October arrival and catch all
WHERE: Around the City in various places
WHEN: October
WARNINGS: Yellow tea (hallucinations, violent reactions) in one prompt; possible spoilers for JJK manga (up to chapter 212)
[ that much vitriol, it could almost be a barb aimed to wound his charming good looks... but no, his ego and a strict dedication to binary logic inform him otherwise, maintaining his suspicions. the jujutsu world is small, and this boy's entry into it was after his death. a face he knows... he's the right age to be Gojou's or Utahime's student, and although one is chatty and the other gullible, neither would be able to stomach his name in their mouths. ]
[ brows lift at the suggestion. there's a pause and his thumb rolls circles on the back of his hand; it isn't an affectionate gesture, just an absent-minded one that accompanies deeper thought. rather than pitch forward to keep looking at him, he leans back against the bench, casting his eyes lower — and only then recognizes that telling gold and black swirl button holding Itadori's jacket shut. ]
[ of course. and, putting their ages together... ]
Who else have you spoken to since you came here? Gojou-sensei, Ieiri-sensei? Fushiguro-kun? [ even if he attended Kyoto, he'd have to at least know who they were, right? ]
[ Yuji is normally pretty good at dealing with his enemies, at trying not to let his emotions get the better of him - there have only been a handful of cases where his anger have propelled him forward, and that's because of Mahito, Sukuna and Kenjaku. This guy. It's hard to push that away because of the burn of necessity, and he grits his teeth as he feels fingers brushing against his own; it doesn't feel right.
It feels strange, and uncomfortable, and a small, angry, hurt part of him hopes that this guy feels just as weird as he does.
Glancing away, he forces those emotions back, and he nods his head. He promised to answer the questions, after all, so he might as well be honest: he's bad at lying either way. ]
I've seen Gojo-sensei and Fushiguro. Sensei told me to see if Ieiri-san wanted to check me out, but I'm feeling fine.
[ Despite the loss of Sukuna and his cursed energy. Glancing up, he hesitates, before he goes for the throat - ]
[ a different sort of smile graces his features then — something that slants to Itadori in his peripherals and seems... proud, or at least amused, that this is the first question that comes tumbling out of the young man's mouth. if nothing else, he's brave. stupid, maybe. but brave. ]
Shouldn't you know, or do you just want me to say it? I lost a battle against Okkotsu-kun and Rika-chan... [ for a moment, his eyes cloud. there are so few moments in his past that he's been forced to relive these past few months that he willingly embraced; a memory of the last fight he had when he went all out is chief among them. the shivery feeling of spending every last drop of curse energy into something and not knowing what's going to happen... ]
[ but. well. this city keeps him surprised, when it comes to who takes the seat next to him on a park bench. ]
That wasn't my question, by the way. [ this is what he breaks his reflection for... ]
[ Yuji knows a little bit about what happened before, with Getou and Gojo and the others, but he's not an expert. Those aren't things that people want to talk about very often, nor are they things he had much time to investigate. When he met up with Yuta he was trying to stay alive, and later their focus was on trying to free Gojo-sensei from the box. After that...
It's a little weird, to hear someone talk about a time when they were hurt enough that they died, or the moment they died. In a way, he can relate: he has died twice, sort-of, if you consider what Yuta did to him a real death. It didn't feel the same as the first one.
Glancing over, not wanting to give in to the sudden urge of strange, twisting sympathy he feels, he shakes his head instead. ]
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[ brows lift at the suggestion. there's a pause and his thumb rolls circles on the back of his hand; it isn't an affectionate gesture, just an absent-minded one that accompanies deeper thought. rather than pitch forward to keep looking at him, he leans back against the bench, casting his eyes lower — and only then recognizes that telling gold and black swirl button holding Itadori's jacket shut. ]
[ of course. and, putting their ages together... ]
Who else have you spoken to since you came here? Gojou-sensei, Ieiri-sensei? Fushiguro-kun? [ even if he attended Kyoto, he'd have to at least know who they were, right? ]
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It feels strange, and uncomfortable, and a small, angry, hurt part of him hopes that this guy feels just as weird as he does.
Glancing away, he forces those emotions back, and he nods his head. He promised to answer the questions, after all, so he might as well be honest: he's bad at lying either way. ]
I've seen Gojo-sensei and Fushiguro. Sensei told me to see if Ieiri-san wanted to check me out, but I'm feeling fine.
[ Despite the loss of Sukuna and his cursed energy. Glancing up, he hesitates, before he goes for the throat - ]
What happened to your arm?
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[ a different sort of smile graces his features then — something that slants to Itadori in his peripherals and seems... proud, or at least amused, that this is the first question that comes tumbling out of the young man's mouth. if nothing else, he's brave. stupid, maybe. but brave. ]
Shouldn't you know, or do you just want me to say it? I lost a battle against Okkotsu-kun and Rika-chan... [ for a moment, his eyes cloud. there are so few moments in his past that he's been forced to relive these past few months that he willingly embraced; a memory of the last fight he had when he went all out is chief among them. the shivery feeling of spending every last drop of curse energy into something and not knowing what's going to happen... ]
[ but. well. this city keeps him surprised, when it comes to who takes the seat next to him on a park bench. ]
That wasn't my question, by the way. [ this is what he breaks his reflection for... ]
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[ Yuji knows a little bit about what happened before, with Getou and Gojo and the others, but he's not an expert. Those aren't things that people want to talk about very often, nor are they things he had much time to investigate. When he met up with Yuta he was trying to stay alive, and later their focus was on trying to free Gojo-sensei from the box. After that...
It's a little weird, to hear someone talk about a time when they were hurt enough that they died, or the moment they died. In a way, he can relate: he has died twice, sort-of, if you consider what Yuta did to him a real death. It didn't feel the same as the first one.
Glancing over, not wanting to give in to the sudden urge of strange, twisting sympathy he feels, he shakes his head instead. ]
Sure, okay. Ask your real question then.