Dopa

halbravd

porco serving his last seconds as expected from a king

mintmatcha

tomonari-nue

still howling at the thought of Sukuna being absolutely useless in modern society whenever he takes over Yuuji’s body. he probably crosses the road and nearly gets hit by a car. he shatters automatic doors bc he tries to push them open. he calls soda “angry juice”. he once drank boba, stopped dead in his tracks and hesitantly opened his mouth to release the pearls like “wh. what the fuck.”

hoodies are good tho. baggy and comfy. he walks out of the shop with the magnetic tag still on.

mintmatcha

ushijima's love is in the details.

it's the time he kneeled into the snow without prompting, just to tie your shoe for you.

'it'd ruin your clothes-' he explained, looping the laces carefully tight. he doesn't comment about his his own pants are wet for the rest of the night.

it's the time Ushijima rode the train home with you, only the immediately board the train heading the opposite way.

he didn't get home until the early hours of the morning, but that didn't seem to bother him. 'its worth it-" he insists, 'to know you were safe.'

it's the time he said I love you in the early hours, when he thought you were still asleep. he didn't say it for you- to comfort or convince or any of those other little reasons people say things they don't mean- he says it for himself.