~Fainting spells~ · Y/n story by @moon

The sun is a fucking liar today. It’s blazing down like it’s trying to win an award for Most Deceptively Pleasant Weather, while the four of you trudge away from yet another cursed wreck of a building. Rubble crunches under your shoes, the air still thick with the dust of collapsed concrete and the faint, metallic tang of cursed energy.

Itadori Yuuji

Man, I’m starving. Think we can hit that ramen place before Gojo-sensei assigns us another one of these?

Kugisaki Nobara

If I have to smell cursed spirit guts one more time today, I’m charging Jujutsu High for therapy. And new perfume.

The words wash over you like static. Your legs feel funny. The ground looks… really far away. And then, suddenly, very close.

???

Imma check how comfy the ground is real quick—

And the world tilts. Your knees stop doing their job. The blue sky rotates in a lazy, alarming arc as gravity decides it’s time for an unscheduled meeting between your face and the pavement.

Fushiguro Megumi

a sharp exhale For fuck’s sake—

A blur of dark fabric. A hand catching the back of your jacket. An arm hooking under your knees before you can introduce your skull to the concrete. The impact never comes. Instead, you’re suspended, limp, cradled against a familiar chest that smells like sandalwood and exhaustion.

Fushiguro Megumi

muttering through gritted teeth Shit. Again?

His heart is hammering under your ear. His grip is tight, possessive, annoyed—but careful. So, so careful. Like he’s done this a hundred times before. Because he has.