Growth & Decay | A Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction

"You'd be happier without me by your side."

flip your pillow
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"It's... it's pink." Yuji's confusion with loud over the creaks and crumbles that my energy vibrated into, concerned yet fascinated at the mild glow that ran over the building like a combination of an MRI or a simple page scanner. There was a shimmer to it, a glow, that reminded Yuji of the reflection of scales on a freshly caught fish if it were a dying LED light on a store's entrance.

"First part of clean up: See the damage done!" Gojo instructed with a single finger air while the technique breathed its way through the abandoned building. "That's why she took photos before hand, to know how much to fix. Otherwise, she would go overboard and probably die from losing herself in the fix."

"Die?!" Kugisaki and Yuji exclaimed loudly with tones of indignation while Megumi only rolled his eyes at their dramatics. There was a black and white cat walking curiously a street over, stalking slowly to continue forward to its destination yet watching with yellow eyes that locked for a moment with the teen.

"Mhm, mhm." Gojo nodded his head up and down like an over excited toddler. His hands clasped together and made squishing motions as if he were mashing rice in between them, violently and using his mouth to make squish sounds that had Megumi's lip curl up in disgust. "If she doesn't know when to stop, then she'll slowly turn her mind into a big old slop of Jun slushy." Yuuji blinked down at his own hands with a face of unbidden horror while Kugisaki held her stomach dramatically as if she were going to pass out from the description. "...I think I'm going to hurl," She says, yet barely an hour ago she was watching gore and nearly died herself.

"Megumi! What's step two?" Satoru Gojo gladly ignored the weakness of his students with a twirl of hands to the quietest teen.

"...Do I have to?" Megumi sighed with a hand to the back of his head, looking away as the cat finally scampered off at his teacher's loud voice. At sensei's motion to keep going, a frantic roll of wrist, he rolled his eyes towards his new classmates and jabbed a thumb to the building. "Step two is determining what needs to be fixed and then fixing it."

The pink across the building slowly glided down the abandoned house until a circle just barely stretched out around the perimeter of the location. For a moment, nothing happened, until bricks started sliding from the ground outside up the building and into the large hole outside. Each brick and pipe slid in to place with soft clicks and swishes, cursed energy acted as a binding agent when mixed in and solidified.

"That's... kinda cool." Itadori admitted with unblinking eyes so so he wouldn't miss a single second of the ghostly rebuild. He particularly found a fixed point on a pipeline that melded and mended itself together in what appeared to be a ghost weld and next to it open wires braided back together, clipped with a chipped yellow, plastic tip.

"Eh, it's alright." Gojo's tone was mischievous as he stretched down towards the gravel beneath them and casually grabbed a single rock from below him between two long fingers. He examined it closely in front of his blindfold, threw it up in the air once, twice before nodding. "It's not usually something a team of sorcerers want on a mission." He stated factually before aiming the rock at the slow closing gap in a simple flick.

"Why wouldn't they want that?" Kugisaki scoffed at the sight and gestured to the hole that was now only a brick away from closing up. Her new sensei smiled wickedly at the question with the secret silence that he knew something she didn't as he flicked the rock - more pebble - with precision into the closing gap.

"It's weak in a fight." Gojo answered gleefully as the final brick slowly made its way to fill in the last rectangular spot. "She's not creating things from nothing, she's restoring things. She's mending and mending is not fighting." Megumi wasn't sure if the smile on sensei's face had changed but for a brief moment the teen swore the corners of the man's lips slipped even if it was for a fraction of a second, but his voice was light without a trace of remorse. "It'll get her killed."