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platonic sentences.

a small collection of platonic sentences used in casual interactions between friends, or those who need a moment of platonic sweetness. some are goofy, some are serious, some are just sweet and domestic.

“ you’ve got something there… let me remove it for you! ”

“ lean on me if you’re tired, i’ll keep an eye on the movie… ”

“ you look really good today! ”

“ your hair is really soft, what kind of braid did you want again? ”

“ i love this. just you, me, an ungodly amount of blankets and netflix. ”

“ if you want it i’ll get it for you, don’t worry! ”

“ you really make my days, you know that? ”

“ nothing makes me happier than being here with you ”

“ hey hey hey, if you wanna share fries you could ask first! ”

“ okay, i’ll give you half of my burger for half of your sundae, okay? ”

“ uh huh? you’re gonna take me? you and what wrestling army? ”

“ oh ? really ? me ? weak ? have you Seen my muscles ? ”

“ can you stroke my back for a moment? i just want some cuddles. ”

“ i just really want a hug today. ”

“ you look like you could use a hug today ”

“ that outfit looks really good on you, by the way ”

“ okay but, taste this, i made this but i can’t tell if it’s tasty — ”

“ come here — let’s sort this out ”

“ if i squish your cheeks together you look like a pufferfish ”

“ oh my god, your hand is MASSIVE compared to mine ”

“ are you serious? is your hand this tiny? let me compare to mine — ”

“ yes please, keep stroking my hair. i need that today. ”

“ you. me. junk food. today was crap and i need Us time. ”

“ is that the perfume i recommended to you? it smells really good on you!”

“ you’re hogging the blankets, stop it! ”

“ if i just flop over on your lap, will you let me sleep in peace? ”

“ scoot — over — i need to lie down ”

“ give me your feet and i’ll rub them ”

“ hey now, it’s okay? i’m here for you ”

“ we make a good team though, don’t we? ”

“ hey ( name ) wanna catch a movie later today? ”

“ here you go, your favorite snack — picked up a few on my way over ”

“ well d u h, of course i know your favorite snack. friends do this stuff. ”

“ oh, so you really think i don’t know you? mhm? test me! ”

“ you think you know me? really? okay, what’s my favorite … ( thing )? ”

“ i can’t believe my clothes look better on you. that should be illegal. ”

“ well if this meme isn’t us then i don’t know — ” sends meme.

“ your shoulders are really tense, can you try to sit still? ”

“ i’ll buy you dinner if you rub my back right now ”

blog is practically cleared out now save for messages, inactive followers, and likes. i’m so giddy! i wonder how okay it is for me to reply to old stuff? nobara’s muse is exceptionally high and i’ll be online in a bit to write here, but now all i’ve got to do is clear out my thread tracker. likewise, a commission for her is in the works that i’m absolutely excited for.

♡'d. 웃 feat. ieiri shōko!

午後2時,  平成30年8月17日,  tōkyō jujutsu tech. 

the smell of antiseptic is what greets her as heels turn to walk her down the halls of the infirmary wing of tōkyō jujutsu tech while well on her way to ieiri-san. in dainty hands is a hall pass clutched, as well as a hand written note, given to her by gojō-sensei.

she's been down these halls more times than her pride allows her to admit, muscle memory leading her swiftly. in no time, nobara is poking her head inside one of many rooms: one of which ieiri-san just happened to be working in diligently,  sat hunched over a work desk, reading something rather intently. 

intuition and the material reality of being part of jujutsu society  —  i mean really being part of it!  — tells her that the older sorcerer is reading a death report.

perhaps one of many that she's shuffled viewing throughout the day. it comes with the job, of course, and nobara particularly feels no way. well, that was a half a lie. she had cared once, about death reports, when itadori was killed on their retrival mission to the eishu detention center in west tōkyō.

she'd been put out of commission early in during and cursed her own shortsightedness in not being properly prepared, concerned more about sightseeing and stuffing her face with new foods rather than making sure that she was properly equipped to fight against the thrall of curses tōkyō threw  — and would continue to throw  —  in her path. 

what is she, being tested yet again?  just who knew, really?  she passed the initial that reaffirmed her place among her peers as a student and that was all that mattered in the end. she passed the one that marked her crazy enough to fit snugly in this shadow society with flying colors. 

a few dyed strands of ginger are tucked behind an ear as she hands over the note. her individualized assignment this day had been fairly simple, to him at least: she was to sit in,  listen to ieiri-san explain the theoretical framework of using reverse cursed technique, watch her demonstrate such, and jot down notes. truly, though, this was easier said than done:

reversed curse technique is extremely complex and even healing  — something ieiri-san was one of few people known to be adept at — was a concept it'd take years to learn. nobara supposes that that's why her sensei has her trying to get a hang of it now while she was still a second-year, blooming still with so much promise.

still though, nobara finds a chair in the nearest corner of the room, plops down in it to sling her bookbag off her back, rummage around for a sparkly blue gel pen and a notebook, and she flips it open to find a page to prepare to write on. should be easy enough, right? hah, fat chance of that!

either way, she's attentive as she can be while eyes track ieiri-san's rise from her desk, to her shuffle over to pulling open a drawer full of manilla folders and neatly tucking the latest report into that folder, to her eventual walk over to the table she'd prepared for nobara's professed lesson: pulling the drawsheet back to reveal the immobile cursed corpse underneath.

gross ... technically speaking: it was distinct from the cutesy creature type of cursed corpses nobara knew principal yaga to fashion. this was more human-like in appearance, probably meant specifically crafted to invoke anatomic familiarity. deliberate lacerations were made on its body: deep gashes in its arms, legs, and hands meant to simulate grievous injuries but they pale in comparison to the reality of a sorcerer doomed to a curse. there's usually not much to recover and an intact body is a blessing.

It started as a normal shitpost and got out of control FAST

Shoe department in a Tokyo department store, 1999.

“ keep up, okkotsu-senpai! ”

with a pep in her step, nobara moves with purpose as she flits from store to store, the four smaller bags on her arms filling with more and more things. festivals in the city were much more so than back home. they were much more lively, much more people-filled, much more ambient in atmosphere, much more her speed, and nobara was capitalizing on the benefits of discounts and sales off.

5月7日: it's ōgon shūkan in japan, a temporarily extended time of festive celebration and mirth, and the staffs and student bodies of both jujutsu tech schools are in attendance: in accordance with keeping up their disguises as well-meaning institutions geared towards the religious and academic futures of a select, few kids.

in a highly good mood, nobara doesn't mean to sound bossy if she does? but it's also like, the more load of heavier bags he's carrying aside, okkotsu-senpai is taller than her, so he has no excuse for the slow pace he's moving at. she's shorter than him, she would know.

her patience exists on a spectrum, it begins and ends at slow walking, and her momentum is one that can hardly be interrupted once it begins ... but she pauses in her stride if only to turn around slightly, a hand placed on her hip, demanding that okkotsu pick up his pace with a gesture of her other and a look that says slow walking at her expense isn't his place.

usually itadori and fushiguro would be the ones accompanying her, holding any bags she'd shove off on them, but they're busied doing whatever else right now — itadori had made prior plans to hit up a festival and dragged fushiguro along for the ride, with them all promising to meet up later. either way: those two left her all alone, not that she'd have particularly cared if she didn't require company that entailed heavier lifting than she didn't care to do, leaving her to seek alternate means.

okkotsu was her bag boy for the day, less robust than itadori and less broody than fushiguro, she made her pick work all things considered. they were making good timing, too, hitting a few more stores, before okkotsu tired out. “ kugisaki-san, do you think we could take a break? ” he asks and she relents, just a smidge, leading them to the food court.

in his defense? he was new to this, experiencing her in all of her exuberance, her in her element. kugisaki nobara is the same girl outside of school, free-spirited and lively, and she revels in her youth. unbothered by the toils of classwork and sorcerery, she pours equally into her passions.

a sip of her matcha milk tea with boba, nobara is in a good mood, she's bright-eyed and all smiles, and the fruitful shopping day's haul will stave her off from borrowing gojō-sensei's black card for two to three weeks, at the most.

“ thanks for coming with me, senpai. i know that you might probably have wanted to be more so in the company of maki-san and inumaki senpai — — or even panda, but still: this meant a lot. i couldn't have possibly carried all these bags myself. ”

a starter for @waraningyo!

❥:::  yuta  didn’t  think  he’d  get  dragged  along  for  a  shopping  trip  with  his  kohai.  literally  dragged.  she  didn’t  take  no  for  an  answer.  yuta  doesn’t  mind  too  much  since  he  sees  it  as  a  bonding  experience.  but  for  the  most  part,  he  carries  her  bags  as  they  went  from  store  to  store.  kugisaki  was  really  energetic  and  lively.  just  as  maki  described  her.

 yuta  gave  her  weakened  smile.  ❝  Um…  Kugisaki-san…  do  you  think  we  can  take  a  break?  ❞  yuta  asked. 

the  weight  of  the  bags  makes  it  hard  for  him  to  keep  up  with  her.  the  circle  under  his  eyes  seems  darker  than  usual.  he  almost  look  on  the  verge  of  passing  out.   

「   RP MEME :  SPARRING / TRAINING .   」   * change pronouns as needed .

‘ let’s go again. ’

‘ i’m not done yet. ’

‘ you’re focusing too much with your left/right foot. ’

‘ here, try it again. ’

‘ steady your breathing. ’

‘ you’re getting better. ’

‘ you’re getting sloppy. ’

‘ show me what you’ve got. ’

‘ too slow. ’

‘ you’re moving too fast! ’

‘ watch me first. ’

‘ no, hold the gun/staff like this. ’

‘ straighten your posture. ’

‘ am i too stiff? ’

‘ i’m don’t think i’m getting this. ’

‘ it’s six am. it’s time to train. ’

‘ i don’t need your help. ’  

‘ i can train by myself, thanks. ’

‘ i’m just trying to help you. ’

‘ that’s right. let it all out. ’

‘ you’re letting your emotions control you. ’

‘ clear your mind. ’

‘ we’re done for today. ’

‘ good job out there. ’

‘ i think you’re already better than me. ’

‘ no offense. you’re good, but you’ll never be better than me. ’

‘ stretch first, then we’ll get started. ’

‘ wait for my word, then throw the first punch. ’

‘ teach me that move. ’

‘ i want to learn from you. ’

‘ focus! ’

being a sorcerer meant risking life and limb,⠀⠀it meant putting yourself second and dedicating all that you could — all that you were able in jujutsu society, your aptitude for exorcising curses — in service of keeping innocents safe from what went bump in the night ( usually, the dreadful manifestations of their own makings, their fears: what haunts them ) and that's who she was. a student / a sorcerer. existent duality of a girl.⠀⠀more recently,⠀⠀she'd found herself walking to the med wing of  tōkyō jujutsu tech, gojō-sensei making it somwhat clear in the eccentric way that he spoke: that her individualized training in regards of effectively targeting the souls of slightly grade-high curses wouldn't be able to be pulled off without an effigy that wasn't made of straw. it made sense to her.⠀⠀even making her 人形 took crucial amounts of time and there was no obāsan to trail after as if she was a little kid⠀⠀( to watch with a keen eye ),⠀⠀to show her the proper way physically,⠀⠀to fix her screw ups.⠀⠀nobara was on her own.

so in this, she understood why gojō-sensei just didn't have her construct a large enough doll. making them took time, something she didn't have, wasn't necessarily afforded to her as their enemies grew stronger. there was a restlessness to gojō-sensei, a carefully crafted methodology to his actions that nobara found somewhat puzzling to decipher. still, this is what she signed up for. this is what she wants to see through. still, though, she makes her way until she crosses the door's threshold of ieiri-san's office and is greeted by a completely different voice, hall pass and request jotted down on a note held in ever-delicate hands.

“ oh, hi. yeah, that's me. ”⠀⠀she confirms her identity,⠀⠀interest slightly piqued at the sight of the other girl.⠀⠀somewhere she's heard that they'd be getting a slight, more influx of students⠀⠀—⠀⠀this had to be one of them,⠀⠀and she vaguely remembers ieiri-san mentioning that there was an incoming first-year who was to be studying under her in learning reverse technique.⠀⠀this had to have been her. “ it's nice to meet you too, did you dye your hair? it's a nice shade of auburn. ”

            ❛     oh!   hello.   it’s …   Kugisaki - san,   right?     ❜          𝘯𝘰𝘵  𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯  𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺  𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘥  𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦  until now,   the girl nearly trips on her feet from the sudden entrance in the doctor’s office,  a space she’s been organizing for the past couple minutes for said doctor who,  coincidentally,  is not there at the moment.   not recognizing who  ʚ @waraningyo ɞ  is right away,  Orihime quickly pieces bits of information together and greets her fellow classmate with a smile.   with a trained eye,  she quickly scans for any visible injuries and relaxes when she finds none.   from what she’s heard between auntie and Gojō,  the incoming students are an interesting bunch   ━━━   she supposes that includes herself as well,  but she hasn’t exactly been able to show that to the others yet…   auntie promised it’d be soon,  though.          ❛     if  you’re  looking  for  Miss  Shōko,   i  sent  her  away  for  a  nap  after  lunch.    so  i’m  sort  of  in  charge  here,   for  the  moment.   um,   i’m  Inoue  Orihime,   the  other  first  year.   it’s  nice  to  meet  you!     ❜          there’s a short but polite bow from her,  long hair flowing down her shoulder in a cascade of orange.   the white lab coat is fitted to her size,  shorter than the one auntie wears,  and a pair of blue hair clips are attached to the left collar,  glinting in the fluorescent lights.          ❛     please  feel  free  to  ask  for  anything,   i’ll  do  my  best!     ❜

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