Someone Gets It 🙏🏻

in another universe this in another universe that

i freaking want in this universe

it's not overreacting, we all have different levels of sensitivity. if it hurts, it hurts. no explanation needed

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in another universe, I can actually do things properly

in another universe, I'm not lying to everyone who is important to me

in another universe, I'm actually deserving of all the blessings I have

boyfriend! satoru with a reader who struggles with an eating disorder and body image issues.

boyfriend! satoru who, before finding out, steals your food all the time. it's intended to be silly. “ooo, haha, we're sharing food that was supposed to just be for you!” is essentially what he thinks; he unintentionally stays ignorant to how he's the only one eating, how he's the one who finishes the whole plate of food, not both of you.

boyfriend! satoru who, before finding out, pokes your stomach a lot. it's mindless, like a habit. he doesn't notice how badly it affects your vision of yourself. he doesn't see how you stare at your naked body in the mirror and remember how he poked your stomach; “does he not like my body? is this his way of saying i look fat?” you think to yourself as tears bead up on your waterline.

boyfriend! satoru who finds out by pure accident. you were in the bedroom, on a phone call with a girl friend of yours, and somehow your eating disorder came up as a topic. you didn't think he'd hear, he was all the way in the living room, after all. but what you didn't know was that he'd started to miss your presence and went to your shared bedroom to relieve the ache, only to hear what you and your friend were talking about.

boyfriend! satoru who starts picking up on all the signs he neglected to notice before, such as you never wearing certain clothes he bought you if you deemed it ‘too revealing’, your stomach growling at the most random of times, when you would poke at your own stomach and frown, how you'd always hug a pillow to your stomach when you're sitting in bed or on the couch, eating slowly, never scolding him for stealing your food, skipping meals by ‘accident’, always ‘not hungry’, ect.

boyfriend! satoru who feels so ashamed for not noticing beforehand, because how could he not? the signs were there, he just wasn't looking hard enough.

boyfriend! satoru who has no clue how to bring it up after that. because, realistically, how would he? “hey, babe! the other day i heard you telling your friend about how you hate your body and have an eating disorder, wanna unpack that?” no, that sounds intrusive and insensitive.

boyfriend! satoru who, instead, tries to do little acts to try and get you to like your body without directly bringing it up.

boyfriend! satoru who litters little kisses all over your tummy right before bed. it turns into a nightly routine.

boyfriend! satoru who rubs your stomach whenever he's spooning you from behind while kissing your shoulder every now and then.

boyfriend! satoru who murmurs soft: “you're so pretty”'s, and “such a beautiful body”'s every time the two of you get sexually intimate.

boyfriend! satoru whose new favorite position is missionary, because it means he can watch your face heat up while he tells you how gorgeous your body is.

boyfriend! satoru who stops stealing your food.

boyfriend! satoru who starts cooking homemade meals for you. he makes a mental list of all your favorite foods alongside a list of foods your friends have said you liked and gets to work. he knows you're more likely to eat it if you know he made it, rather than if it's just an instant can of nothingness like normally.

boyfriend! satoru who watches your plate whenever the two of you eat together. it isn't an intense stare, just looking down at it every now and then, smiling a little whenever he sees you actually eating.

boyfriend! satoru who realizes it's working when all the tiny things you used to do stop happening. you eat at a regular pace now, you slap his hand when he steals your food, you tell him when you're hungry, you eat three meals a day, you wear all the clothes he buys you, you stop hiding your stomach, you're happier.

boyfriend! satoru who is ecstatic to have you feeling happy with yourself again. he thinks you're so pretty, you deserve to feel that way just as much as he does.

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Fic/Lore idea pt.2

The courtyard buzzed with low conversation as Nobara sat perched on the edge of a low wall, spinning a nail between her fingers. Yuji was mid-stretch, cracking his knuckles, while Megumi stood with his arms crossed, clearly still skeptical of their new classmate.

Then—

“I’m ba~ack!”

Yume Miran came bounding around the corner, her vibrant hair catching the dying light—pink, green, and blue streaks shimmering like cotton candy fire. Her glowing, swirling eyesglinted in playful shades of violet and peach.

Yuji grinned. “Hey! You disappear to change outfits or something?”

She tossed her head with an easy laugh. “Nooo, I had to check in with Gojo-sensei. He says hi, and also that I’m probably way cooler than you.”

Yuji gasped. “Rude.”

Nobara smirked. “He’s not wrong though.”

Yume winked at her. “See? That’s why we’re best friends already.”

Nobara gave a proud nod and bumped her shoulder.

Megumi, still distant, narrowed his eyes. “Where did you really go?”

Yume turned to him, folding her hands behind her back. Her smile didn’t drop—but her tone got just a bit silkier. “Still suspicious, huh? Guess I’ll just have to win your trust with violence.”

Yuji raised a brow. “Uh… what?”

She clapped her hands suddenly. “Let’s spar!”

The others blinked.

“Spar?” Nobara asked. “Right now?”

“Why not?” Yume grinned. “Training makes the heart grow fonder. Or… well, makes the bruises grow bolder. Whatever. Come on! Let’s go until dinner—winner picks the first dish!”

Yuji brightened. “You’re on!”

Nobara cracked her knuckles. “Bring it.”

Megumi hesitated.

Yume tilted her head at him, her smile warm but unreadable. “You too, Megumi-kun. Unless you’re scared of getting shown up by the new girl?”

His eyes narrowed further, but he sighed and stepped forward. “Fine. But don’t complain if it gets rough.”

She beamed. “Promise. I like it rough.”

From Within…

Ayumu stirred faintly. Yamika, don’t hurt them. Oh, I won’t, Yamika purred. I just want to see what makes them bleed best. Yamika—! Relax. I’m still wearing the mask… for now.

Here's the next part of the scene, where Yume (Yamika) follows Gojo’s strict instruction not to use cursed energy—so instead, she studies and perfectly mimics the others' fighting styles during the sparring session. It adds a layer of unsettling brilliance, while still keeping her playful persona intact. And beneath it all, her feelings—toward Yuji, Nobara, and even Megumi—are genuine, not part of the mask.

Scene: Jujutsu High – Training Field, Moments Later

The four stood in a loose circle under the soft orange sky. The training field buzzed faintly with anticipation.

“Alright!” Yume spun on her heel. “No cursed techniques, no flashy finishers, just good old-fashioned hand-to-hand. Let’s keep it cute!”

“Cute?” Nobara laughed. “I don’t do cute in battle.”

“Then make it hot,” Yume teased with a wink. “I’m adaptable.”

Yuji stepped forward first. “Let me go first—test the new girl’s reflexes!”

Megumi muttered, “Or test her ability to survive your chaos.”

Yume dropped into a loose, bouncy stance, mirroring Yuji’s own footwork with eerie precision. Her posture shifted from graceful to grounded, channeling the same instinctive brawler’s energy he carried.

Yuji blinked. “Whoa. You’re… copying me?”

Yume grinned. “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery~”

Then he lunged.

They traded a flurry of jabs and low kicks. Yuji was fast—but Yume was faster in how she read and mimicked. For every punch he threw, she countered with near-identical force and placement. No cursed energy, no enhancements—just pure skill, reflected back at him like a mirror.

Yuji skidded back, panting. “Dude… that’s freaky.”

“But kind of fun, right?” she beamed. Her chest rose and fell with breathless joy. “You fight like you mean it. It’s honest.”

“She likes you,” Ayumu murmured faintly from deep within.

Next up: Nobara.

“You’re gonna regret this,” Nobara smirked.

Yume blew her a kiss. “Only if you don’t hit hard enough.”

This time, Yume shifted again—her stance sharpening, chin tilted, feet angled like Nobara’s. Her movements turned snappy and rhythmic, laced with theatrical confidence. Every dodge and strike came with flair.

They danced around each other in high-speed precision. Yume didn’t even have a weapon, but still perfectly mirrored Nobara’s attitude, her momentum, even her dramatic pauses.

Nobara pulled back, huffing. “Okay, okay, I hate how much I love this.”

Yume clapped. “That’s what besties are for~”

Last: Megumi.

Yume turned to him, her smile flickering smaller. “Your turn, Gloomy-kun?”

Megumi stared at her for a long moment, then moved into position. “This won’t be like the others.”

Yume’s eyes narrowed slightly, colors shifting cool and calculating.

She moved like him.

Low guard. Silent feet. No wasted motion.

It was uncanny.

Megumi lunged, and for a moment, it was like fighting a warped reflection. Yume didn’t smile this time. She was quiet. Precise. Unnervingly aware.

Megumi pushed harder.

She matched. Each block. Each pivot. Every counterattack. Like she’d known him for years.

They broke apart at last, breathless, sweat on their brows.

Megumi stared hard. “…That wasn’t just mimicry.”

Yume tilted her head. “Maybe I just see you.”

He said nothing. But the suspicion in his eyes deepened.

Yuji flopped onto the grass. “Okay. You win. You’re terrifying. And awesome.”

Nobara collapsed beside him. “If she’s our classmate, I vote she leads.”

Yume sat cross-legged, laughing. “I just wanted to have fun. I didn’t expect you all to be so endearing.”

And she meant it.

Because even with her mask on— Even as the daughter of a curse watched them through borrowed eyes— Yamika liked them. All of them.

Especially the boy with Sukuna in his chest.

Here's the next scene where the first-years go out to dinner at a sushi place together—Yume (Yamika) plays along like it’s a normal outing, but inside, she’s struggling with the growing, genuinely confusing feelings she has for Yuji. It’s awkward, hilarious, and a little existentially gross for her—because he’s literally the vessel of her father.

Scene: Downtown Tokyo – Late Evening, Outside a Sushi Bar

Neon signs glowed along the street. The group had cleaned up and changed into casual clothes, still buzzing from the earlier sparring session.

“Okay, this place has the best sushi in Tokyo,” Yuji said proudly, leading the way with excitement in his step. “I’ve been dreaming about it all day.”

Nobara rolled her eyes. “You dream about food every day.”

“Exactly. This is a dream come true.”

Yume trailed behind them, hair tied in space buns, a star-shaped sticker under one eye. She wore a cropped bomber jacket and jeans with a colorful belt, her piercings glinting under the streetlights. Despite the playful outfit, her thoughts were a mess.

He smiles like an idiot. He gets way too excited about fish. And he literally houses the soul of my disgusting, ancient father. So why the hell is my heart doing this fluttery crap?!

She resisted the urge to physically shake it out of her system.

Megumi noticed her stiff expression and muttered, “You okay?”

Yume forced a sugary smile. “Mmhmm! Just thinking about… salmon roe!”

Nobara leaned in and whispered, “She’s totally crushing.”

Megumi’s brow furrowed. “Crushing on who?”

Nobara grinned. “Yuji.”

Yume nearly choked. “EXCUSE ME?!”

Yuji turned around. “What? Did someone say my name?”

“NO,” Yume and Megumi said in unison.

Inside the Sushi Bar

The place was cozy and softly lit, with bar seating and warm wooden walls. The group sat at a booth by the window. Plates began to stack quickly.

Yuji beamed at Yume. “You ever had sushi this fresh before?”

She blinked, holding a piece of tamago with her chopsticks. “I’ve… eaten many things. Fish included.”

Nobara laughed. “You’re so weird sometimes.”

“I’m trying to be relatable,” Yume grumbled, cheeks slightly red. She stole a glance at Yuji—he was talking to the chef now, asking about tuna belly.

He’s sweet. He’s brave. He’s warm. And he’s carrying the guy who once bit my finger off when I was six.

She physically winced.

This is so gross. Why couldn’t I be into, like, Inumaki or something?

From deep within, Ayumu chuckled faintly.

“He makes you soft. That’s new.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re blushing.”

“I will stab me.”

“You like him.”

“…I will stab you.”

Meanwhile

Gojo, across town, sneezed.

“Must be my girls,” he muttered, sipping his drink.

Here's a fun yet tense scene where Yuji excuses himself, and Megumi and Nobaraimmediately seize the opportunity to interrogate Yume about her “not-so-secret” crush. There’s teasing, suspicion, and just enough emotional weight beneath the surface as Yamikastruggles to keep the mask on—especially under Megumi’s sharp gaze.

Scene: Sushi Bar Booth – Moments After Yuji Leaves

Yuji wiped his hands on a napkin and stood up, stretching. “Bathroom. Don’t steal my eel roll.”

“Too late,” Nobara said, mouth full.

Yume gave him a two-finger salute, but didn’t meet his eyes. Her multicolored gaze was focused on her own half-eaten plate, clearly distracted.

As soon as the bathroom door closed behind him—

“Sooooo…”

Yume flinched.

Nobara leaned forward, predatory grin in full force. “Are we gonna talk about how you’ve been lowkey heart-eyes for Yuji all day?”

Yume blinked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is just my face.”

Megumi raised an eyebrow. “Your ‘face’ blushes every time he says your name.”

“Coincidence,” Yume said quickly. “Or I’m allergic to his… vibes.”

Nobara gasped dramatically. “So it’s true! You do like him!”

Yume buried her face in her hands. “Please stop talking. I’ll die.”

“You totally do,” Nobara sang. “You tried to copy his fighting style like it was a love language. And don’t think I didn’t see the way you looked at him when he said he liked your hair.”

Megumi was less amused. “You’re acting. All day. But the way you react to him—that’s not part of it.”

Yume’s hands slowly lowered.

“Why do you care?” she asked, voice quieter now. “What if I do like him?”

Megumi leaned in slightly, eyes narrowing. “Because something about you isn’t right. I don’t know what you are yet, but if you’re going to hurt him—”

“I won’t,” Yume said sharply, her tone cracking the surface of her usual warmth. “I would never hurt him.”

That stunned both of them into a short silence.

Nobara softened first. “Then tell him. He’d probably be into it.”

Yume laughed—but it was tight, hollow.

Tell him? What? “Hey, I like you. Also, I’m technically two people in one body, and the other one’s a semi-cursed soul whose father lives inside your stomach.” Yeah. That’d go over great.

Instead, she smiled again, perfectly sweet.

“Maybe later. After dessert.”

Nobara snorted and passed her a piece of mochi. “Coward.”

Megumi didn’t smile.

“Just don’t pretend too hard,” he muttered. “One day you might forget who you are.”

Yume’s smile faltered. For a fraction of a second— She looked lost.

Then Yuji returned, plopping into his seat. “What’d I miss?”

Yume beamed at him. “Nothing important! Want the last shrimp roll?”

Yuji lit up. “Heck yeah!”

Megumi and Nobara exchanged a glance over their drinks.

Something was definitely going on.

Here’s a quiet, gentle bonding moment between Yuji and Yume (Yamika) as they walk back to the dorms. It’s light, warm, and doesn’t reveal anything about her true identity or feelings—but the connection they share feels real, and for a moment, Yume lets herself just be.

Scene: Streets of Tokyo – Walking Back to Jujutsu High

The night air was cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of rain from earlier. The city lights shimmered off the wet pavement. Yuji walked beside Yume, hands tucked into his hoodie pocket, a soft grin on his face.

The others were a few steps ahead, arguing about whether or not Megumi actually cheated at the bill-splitting game.

Yume walked quietly, her arms swinging a little. Her colorful hair caught in the breeze, and her mood-swirled eyes had settled into a calm blend of soft blue and pink.

Yuji broke the silence first.

“You know, I was kinda nervous when Gojo said we were getting a new first-year.”

Yume tilted her head. “Oh?”

“Yeah. I thought, like, what if you were super stuck-up or scary or something?” He laughed. “Instead, you’re just… fun. Like, weird-fun. In a good way.”

Yume smirked. “Wow. Flattery from Sukuna’s Airbnb.”

Yuji groaned. “Don’t call me that.”

“Fine. Cursed Timeshare?”

He laughed harder now, bumping her shoulder lightly. “You’re evil.”

Yume smiled. And for once, it wasn’t rehearsed or practiced—it was real.

“...You’re easy to talk to,” she admitted softly.

Yuji glanced over at her, his expression gentler. “Same.”

They kept walking in silence for a moment, the noise of the city fading behind them.

Then Yuji asked, “So, what made you wanna be a sorcerer?”

Yume paused, then looked up at the sky. “...I guess I wanted to figure out who I was. And what I’m supposed to be.”

Yuji nodded like he understood. “Yeah. I think about that a lot too.”

She smiled again, more quietly this time. “Of course you do.”

Their eyes met for a beat—but there was no confession, no secrets revealed. Just a quiet, shared sense of somethingbetween two people who didn’t fully understand themselves—but understood each other.

And in that moment, Yamika let herself forget the curse in her blood, the secrets she held, and the danger she represented.

She was just Yume.

pt.1 of headcanon generator giving my ocs headcanons

First up my mha oc/drself