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⚠️ mentions of suicide
- 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 megumi fushiguro
The Yasohachi Bridge, a well-known as a haunted sight. One day, Kanada and the other three victims were absent without permission, according to the janitor, that wasn't all that unusual by itself, but when the school contacted their families. They learned that those four hadn't come home the day before. It caused a pretty big stir, fortunately they were finally found however they were unconscious under the bridge.
They got chewed out good, but all four swore up and down they didn't remember a thing. Course many rumours roamed the area, many said it was zombies, ghosts, even belladonnas due to the majority of the boys' taste for Amai.
I guess they'll never know. Well, the belladonna one was debunked, by the demon herself.
"I've been to Yasohachi bridge too," Fushiguro claimed. As the evening began, the team gathered outside back to the car. Y/N sat next to her boyfriend on the hood of the car, drinking out of the same mixture Gojo gave her a long time ago disguised in a Starbucks cup.
Even though these drinks won't work on her hunger anymore, Y/N didn't want to be ungrateful to Nitta who freaked out loud and internally when the girl told her she was hungry.
Yuji lightened the mood. "To bungee jump?" And for the second time today, he got hit in the face by Fushiguro.
Fushiguro continued, "It's easy for curses to take root in haunted locations, just like in schools, so people from Jujustu High regularly patrol it. There wasn't anything unusual at the time though. It might be a bit famous, but still used as a normal bridge."
"We still have to check it out, though," Nobara stated.
Y/N can use her curse energy as much as she wanted to without worrying about Amai's. The blood or sex itself powers Amai's curse energy and her and Y/N's life, until the next time she needs them. But Amai's a bitch. So she chooses when to feed, like those times at the hospitals.
Although, Y/N could prevent those situations from happening.
"Fushiguro!" The old janitor returned, he ran over to the group and directed his attention to Fushiguro. "Sorry, I was curious about something."
"What is it?"
"Could you stop complaining for one moment?" Nobara whispered in spite at Yuji who still was groaning at the pain in his head.
"That shit hurted.*" The boy argued.
Y/N proposed. "Maybe this could help." Yuji looked at Y/N who with her pointing finger, lifted the front part of his oddly soft pink hair - what was odd is how he kept it so soft and conditioned during times like these - and rubbed her thumb on the red mark on his forehead; using Amai's powers to heal him little. Course it was a little hit that would slip away as time goes on, but better safe than sorry.
At that moment, Y/N knew that was risking using Amai's energy to heal him especially when she on the verge of needing being fed. She felt her stomach almost fill up as the red bruise on his forehead vanished seamlessly.
Was his eyes always so brown was that just the drink making her think that, brown eyes are so underrated, she could get herself lost in his eyes.
"I think this is butterflies in my stomach." Y/N absentmindedly confessed.
"what?"
"what?"
"Tsukimi took awfully good care of you when you were in high school." The pair ignored the awkward moment and focused on the conversation in front of them.
Unlike Y/Ns before yourself, Y/N couldn't blush but only could feel extremely warm inside her outfit. But her hunger seemed to soothe itself, for now, she couldn't help but smile at the ground in slight relief; concealing acceptance.
The old man asked kindly. "Is she doing well?"
"Yes." With hesitation, Megumi responded.
Yuji questioned the boy who wasn't looking at him. "Who's Tsumiki?"
"My older sister."
"You tell us too little about yourself!" Nobara quarrelled from the other side of Fushiguro.
"Yeah, that's right." Yuji protested with her.
Y/N brought to the figurative table, "Maybe he just likes to keep it low-key..." the three looked her in utter confusion, that's when she realised she was probably the only person who used aave in her school (other than Satoru**), despite being used literally everywhere.
"Low-key means secret." An unknown voice entered from behind. The deep smooth voice came from an individual around Y/N's age. The taller streetwear dressed boy had dark brown curly hair in the same style as Yuji, rounded glasses framing his soft-looking glance and brown skin reflecting the sun.
Y/N and the stranger shared the same shocked faces then smiled at one another.
He admitted bashfully, his faint American accent kicking in. "It is weird but cool seeing own of my own, other than my friends."
"Agreed." Maybe it was the drink twisting her emotions, because now she's feeling some type of way for this stranger. It wasn't as strong as the one with Yuji, but she couldn't ignore it.
He held out his hand for her to shake, Y/N did so looking back at his hand and his face every so often. This electricity flowed through their bodies, stunning them internally. This guy was more than one of her own.
"Y/N.." the girl introduced herself as she met his lost eyes.
He mimicked her expression. "West ..."
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* like the vine ** he uses the word prolly in the manga it'll be in season two.
