Lavender and Vanilla {Itafushi}

One: Laundry Day

chapter was reworked 7/26/2024 :)

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Itadori's pov

Living with constant paranoia wasn't exactly my ideal lifestyle, but it was how I spent my days regardless.

It had taken me months to truly accept the fact that I would have to be executed someday after obtaining all the fingers of Sukuna. This meant I would never be able to lead a normal life. It was tragic, yes, but in the jujutsu world, it was reality at its finest, and I couldn't argue with the facts presented to me.

I enjoyed being with my fellow students and teachers, they were all like family to me, the family I never truly had. But at the end of the day, I would still have to leave them all behind when I faced my execution.

I whistled softly as I folded my clothes, fresh out of the dryer since it was laundry day. Every article of clothing was folded neatly before being set down on my bed. For somebody who my fellow students wanted to consider a "slob", at least I wasn't half bad when it came to folding laundry. Thats one thing I've got going for me, I suppose.

"Nobara, what the hell did you do?! Are you dense?!" Fushiguro's furious voice echoed throughout the hallway. I quickly set the shirt I was folding down and went to the doorway of my room, curiousity getting the best of me.

Currently walking the hall in the opposite direction of where Fushiguro's voice emanated from, Kugisaki swiftly turned on her heel upon hearing that statement, her eyelid visibly twitching.

I found myself slowly backing away to disappear into my room again as she passed by. If there was vital lesson I had learned since my enrollment, it was to stay out of Kugisaki's line of sight when she's pissed. Her cursed energy was absolutely through the roof right now, flaring up from the intense emotion.

"I wonder what that's all about.." I mused to myself, slipping out of my room again and following along. From a fair distance of course, I didn't particularly feel like being pummeled into the floorboards today.

"And just who the hell are you calling dense?!" She was livid, storming into Fushiguro's room.

I peeked my head in, as the raven haired sorcerer held out a pink hoodie in front of her. Huh.. That looks almost exactly like the white hoodie Fushiguro wore all the time, but in pink instead..

...Oh.

"Why did you throw a red shirt in the wash with all the white clothes?! Look at my hoodie!" He threw the hoodie onto his bed, still fuming.

"That's what this is about?! Are you serious?! Why- I ought to-!" She marched up to him, standing on her tiptoes and clenching her fists at her sides, holding one up in front of him threateningly.

"Hey, hey, hey!" I quickly intervened, stepping forward with apprehension as I slid in between the two, just to separate them. "Calm down you two! It's not that big of a deal!" I glanced over at the infuriated male with a nervous, but hopeful smile. "Besides, I think pink would look good on you, Fushiguro!"

"No. Absolutely not." He crossed his arms, "I'd take literally any other color, but not pink. That's stupid."

I squinted my eyes at him, moving a hand up to play with the pink tufts of hair on my head, pouting now. "Okay.. Rude."

"Tch," he peeked around me to glare at her again. "You better buy me a new one.."

"I'm not buying you shit!" She shoved me out of the way, approaching him again.

Fushiguro narrowed his eyes and backed up, making a sign with his hands. "Demon do-"

He was suddenly stopped as a pair of hands grabbed his own, the tall, blindfolded sorcerer smiling as he now stood in the room with us. I didn't even see him walk in.. "Alright, that's enough. I'll buy you a new one. Don't worry about it."