⚜ Quickwrites and Drabbles ⚜

Jujutsu Kaisen- Late nights

[No ship, From Fushiguro point of veiw]

Hahahahhahah..hahahah...haha....ha. This one has no point, no ship, and no destination.

I am not German, but, Scheiße.

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Its cold, up here on the roof in the middle of the night. Freezing really. The kind of cold that reaches into your bones and leaves you numb but shivering, as if your body cant control its shaking.

Its the kind of cold that sinks its claws into your bones and even when you warm up again, you still shiver. The kind of cold that takes half an hour of sitting in a warm car or under the kotatsu to dissipate.

Its the cold that tingles as it leaves. It abandons your extremities like skin, noses, and frozen fingers first. Then you start shivering again as if its coming from within you, and it pulls itself from your bones and seeps through your muscles one last time, before leaving to make room for warmpth.

Its that cold that Megumi feels right now. Sitting on the roof of the dorms as the stars swirl overhead.

He doesn't know what hes doing, really, just that he needed fresh air. He's glad he brought a blanket, it helps fight off the cold if only futility.

Its when he starts to lose feeling in his toes, even when their curled under the blanket incased in fluffy, dog-patterned, socks, that he decides its time to go in.

Quietly, he summons Nue and has the bird fly him to the doorway. He pulls it open with fingers that feel more like popsicles than fingers, but manages to not make much clatter regardless.

He notices a quiet shuffling coming from the kitchen, and moments later Itadori comes out with a yawn. He glances at Fushiguro out of the corner of his eye.

The same Fushiguro who is radiating chilly air from the night and who can barely move his fingers. Yuji yawns again and says in the most natural of ways, as if he always finds a cold Fushiguro wrapped in a blanket standing in the hallway at 1 in the morning,

"I made some tea for you, with extra ginger. 'ts in there." He points to the kitchen with a thumb over his shoulder.

"Mnnn... G'night fushi..." He murmers around a third yawn as he heads back to his room, stumbling slightly in a drunken manner from the sleep that still inhibits his system.

A confused Megumi stands in the middle of the hallway, questioning everything, but he decides he's to sleepy and frost-bitten to care.

Padding softly into the kitchen, he grabs the cup of tea that sits, still with whisps of steam spilling off the sides like smoke, on the counter and heads for his own warm room and his own toasty bed.

For some reason, the cold in his bones leaves easier with the tea that Yuji made for him, the tang of ginger chasing frostbite out of his system and warming all the way through.

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End. So yea, practice with descriptions and descriptive language as well as /some/ vocab. Nice.

Fyi, Sukuna sensed Meg's cursed energy on the roof and told a sleep-drunk Yuji to make him tea.

Oh well, my head hurts and I have track practice in an hour and a half, gonna go eat some eggs.

As always, lmk what to improve on!!

:)