VoidOwl077

The seaside town of Bodhum was preparing for its annual fireworks festival in a few days. The Guardian Corps were overseeing the large influx of visitors, ensuring no one unauthorized entered with weapons and guiding any first-time visitors. Helping advise people around was you, a sergeant in the Guardian Corps, as you helped oversee the flow of human bodies while also helping where needed. Seeing that the flow of people was starting to die down, you took this opportunity to excuse yourself from the chaos, ordered others to do so, walked over to a nearby unoccupied bench, and sat down. “A lot more people than last year, sarge?” One of your soldiers asked you. “Maybe…” You answered honestly. Not like you were expected to keep a headcount anyway. “Feels just as hectic, though.” You took a sip from your water bottle as the sun beat down on you. You took off your hat to let the top of your head breathe a little from all the heat trapped within as you seemed to lean as far back as you

A/n: I keep taking these long breaks in between parts and I don't think people like that. Oh well, nothing they can do about that. Here's the next part. Image is not mine Yu Narukami could only force himself to move, his head was pounding and his body was battered. He let out a labored breath as he surveyed the area. His attacker was missing. A pair of footsteps sounded off behind Yu. The silver haired man forced himself to turn, and only saw Naoto draw her gun and point it at an unconscious (Y/n). Then fired. Two Days Prior September 12, 20XX [9:00 A.M.] (Y/n) slowly descended the stairs to this childhood home, not due to the fatigue that had suddenly hit his entire being when he awakened to Raguel, but out of fear. Fear of what Mitsuru would do to him once she got over the worry, he was sure he’d get executed for sure. He peeked past the wall that led into the living room, and saw that it was empty. “So far so good.” he said and continued to

A/n: We return! I don’t have much to say, so let’s just get started. Image is not mine September 9, 20XX [8:54 A.M.] Kirijo Residence ___________________________________________ As the light of the new day graced the sleeping features of Naoto Shirogane, she stirred. Her eyes opening gently as if they would tear if she had opened them too fast. She scanned the room, her luggage was in the corner. Nothing seemed to have moved since she had gone to sleep last night. Or at least tried to. She could still feel the faintest tingle of his lips on hers, a sensation that sent shivers down her spine. Naoto brought her legs close to her chest, wrapping herself in an embrace. (Y/n) had kissed her, there was no doubt about it. Heat rose to her face as she remembered how he'd caught her lips with his. How soft they were despite the appearance of their owner. Naoto swallowed the lump in her throat, and glanced at her phone to see the time. It was almost nine in the morning, she

(Y/n) (L/n) sat outside what he assumed was the Principal’s office on the campus of Jujutsu Tech. He was somewhat nervous, this was the first time he’d be going for an interview to be accepted into a school. While he was aware that this was something that a lot of universities did… BANG The banging and crashing going on inside the building was making him a bit nervous. Just what kind of interview was being conducted with Itadori right now? “Nervous?” (Y/n) turned to his mother who was looking at him. “A bit.” He replied. “Having second thoughts?” Akane asked, approaching her son. (Y/n) shook his head. “No, I’m not.” he sighed. “Just...I suppose I’m not used to it yet, I mean if you ask me to fight then I’ll do it. But this-” “You made the choice to accept the offer yourself, correct?” Akane asked. “So long as that remains true, then you have nothing to worry about. Combat knowledge can be trained into you, but conviction is something you need to have yourself.”

A/n: Hello everyone, welcome back to another installment of the Naoto story. I've been gone awhile, a few weeks at this point. Hopefully I didn't lose too many of you guys. Image is not mine September 8, 20XX [8:22 A.M.] Iwatodai Station As the morning sun kissed the face of the young male who'd just stepped off the train, he took in a deep breath. His lungs filling with the somewhat crisp morning air, he smiled. "You seem happy, (Y/n)." A voice called out to him. The male greeted Yu Narukami with a smile. "Of course I'm happy." (Y/n) replied. "I'm home, it's been so long since I've been here." A loud yawn came from behind Yu, revealing Yosuke Hanamura. The brown haired male approached the pair, stretching and rubbing his eyes as he did. "I can understand they want to leave early." Yosuke began, stifling another yawn as he spoke. "But did they really need to leave at five in the morning?" (Y/n) averted his gaze. Yosuke didn't have to know he had a hand in moving the

A/n: Part 2! It took a few weeks, but we're back. Hopefully I didn't lose too many of you during the wait. Image is not mine. ~|~|~|~|~ The light of a new morning peered through the space between the curtains, it stirred (Y/n) awake as the light shone onto his sleeping face. "Ugh." He groaned, raising an arm to shield his eyes from the rays of the morning sun. His room looked the same as usual, no surprise there. (Y/n), get up already! Today was just a normal day, it had to be. His mom was already screaming at him to get up, (Y/n) chuckled. Pushing himself into a seated position, a jolt of pain shot through his body. His head hit his pillow once again, and again another jolt. "Right..." (Y/n) groaned. "Last night, that was no dream." -/-/ The Previous Night \-\- "Itadori Yuji, in accordance with Jujutsu Law." Fushiguro Megumi took in a sharp breath, and put his hands together. "I will now exorcise you as a curse!" (Y/n) quickly stepped in between the two, holding up his

A/n: We return with another Naoto chapter! Last time it was somewhat heavy, so let's try and have fun this chapter...hopefully. Image is not mine ~|~|~|~ September 1, 20XX [7:37 AM] More than a month had passed since Sae Niijima had come to Inaba, and it had been even longer since Akihiko and (Y/n) had arrived in the sleepy town. They still hadn't figured out the location of the Shard, but Akihiko couldn't complain. He had opponents in the form of the Reflections, and he was itching for a fight. Akihiko Sanada was jerked out of his thoughts, when the toaster had ejected the bread he had placed into it. "It's already September." He sighed. "I wonder if I'll be able to visit this year." The chime of the doorbell caught Akihiko's attention. "Coming." He called out, and headed for the front door. Sliding the door open, he came face to face with a certain blue haired individual. "Shirogane, you're early." Naoto tipped her hat. "Today is a different day, is it not?" Akihiko stepped

A/n: Okay, here's a story I've been excited to do for awhile. If you guys remember that little announcement for what I'll be posting, then you'll know what this is. Image is not mine. ~|~|~|~ As the light of the morning sun filled the darker corners of the humble bedroom, it's occupant twitched for a moment as the sun's rays kissed his sleeping features. "Ugh..." Pulling the covers over his head, the young male hoped to return to his peaceful sleep. However... BRIIIIIIIIIIING the alarm clock that was situated beside his bed had dictated, that it was not to be. Parting the covers slightly, a single eye that belonged to the male glared at the offending device. How it had the audacity to tell him to wake up, he'd show it. Taking the corner of the pillow he laid on, he proceeded to sandwich his head hoping to drown out the noise. No such luck unfortunately. "Shut up!" He growled, attacking the alarm clock with his pillow and knocking it to the ground, effectively silencing it.

Calm Before the Storm Before sending the calling card to Futaba, the Phantom Thieves had some time to kill beforehand. Y/n decided to spend his time looking into Futaba's history. With other clan members in various fields all over Japan, one had their roots in the police force. Y/n spend days going through Futaba's background with a fine-toothed comb. He would not dare bring it up to her, but he would like to know more going on inside that head of hers. The one who compiled this information not only composed a document on Futaba, but those related to her for Y/n, in case he ever needed to know more. Going through her file, he did not know anything new that he did not already know or could have assumed. Moving on to another file, Y/n picked up one about Futaba's mother, Wakaba Isshiki. "Wakaba Isshiki." Y/n said aloud. He opened up the file, skimming through a synopsis on her life. Y/n's eyes landed on her photo as his brows furrowed in concentration. "Now that I have a name

A/n: Surprisingly the Naoto option won, I expected you guys to want a different fandom to make its debut. Shows what I know about the people who read my content. However for those who voted on Huniepop, don't worry I got your back. I'll still be posting that story at a later date. Image is not mine. ~|~|~|~|~ August 21, 20XX [8:32 AM] Breakfast in (Y/n)'s opinion was a splendid way to start ones day. Perfectly made eggs, toast, and even coffee were things the male just really enjoyed. There was even a bit of pride in it, if (Y/n)'s breakfast wasn't made right then he'd spare no expense in making sure that he had a proper meal. Akihiko seemed to share in this sentiment, as (Y/n) would see the boxer enjoy his meal then leave for whatever duties he had to attend to in the sleepy town of Inaba. "You gonna eat that?" Akihiko asked, pointing to the omelette (Y/n) had just been pushing around his plate for the past few minutes. (Y/n) shook his head, and gently nudged the plate over to