You were a fan. Not the kind that spins (everything would be much simpler if you were), but the one that was obsessed with all those Jujutsu Kaisen volumes, figurines, body pillows, posters, fan arts, fancomics, fanfictions, the characters, the songs, the crazy bgm, the unique animation styles, the unexpectedly dramatic themes-and all that being an average Lobotomy Kaisen fan entailed.
And yet, not in your life did you expect this to happen.
"Ain't no way, chat... Is this forreal...?"
Expecting that you ate some kind of shroom in your sleep or something, you pinched your cheeks.
You didn't wake up. The scene in front of you, the one where Gojo's eating ice cream while gawking unbelievably at you while Geto dropped his on the pavement in front of the ice cream shop, didn't change.
Chat, it's real. They're in front of you, forreal.
"Yooooooo whaaaaaaaa-"
"A curse...! It's speaking!??"
Eh?
Carefully, you looked down at your body.
You were floating in the air, under the glaring light of the summer sun, and only when Gojo stood up while throwing his ice cream at you that you realized:
Did you really have to get reincarnated as a curse even though you really just wanna cheer on your oshis and maybe not let them die in the near future?
*Ring!*
The wind chimes made a pleasant sound, as if affirming your theory.
...Seriously?
#####
[A/N: Heya guys! :D Cover's not mine heheh, hope you have fun reading! <( ̄︶ ̄)>]
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
⊱ ──────── ➤ ──────── ⊰