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MONSTER

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CHARACTER NAME

Okkotsu Yuta

CIVILIAN NAME

Sugawara Fuji

TEAM

Revelation

HOUSING NUMBER

011

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... delivery?

[misclassed]

[ Old folks, they're sneaky.

The days after the return from Egypt had been flurry of activity. Muramasa had set Yuta to work from the moment he'd shown up looking aimless and they'd sorted out the issue of the barrier: clearing the spring brush that began to grow around the building while they were halfway across the globe; finishing replacing old boards in the walls; sanding down lengths of wood for other prjects to a smooth finish. Most important is the fuel. An endless parade of transporting charred logs from the smattering of mounds of dirt and wood that Muramasa'd set in the woods, then an endless pile of fragile, crumbling, charred wood, sitting next to the smithy that splinters with a glass-like sound and leaves soot in every crease of Yuta's hands until its time to wash up and make dinner, and finally the endless task of cutting and sorting the charcoal into usable pieces for the forge itself, which sits empty, hungry, and cold inside.

After a week of splitting glass sounds and quiet chopping, Muramasa starts the work of melting down some of the scrap metal he's collected: rusty nails, an old bike chain, the despised carpentry hammer that was in the toolbox they found in an old storage room. The charcoal pile stops growing but Yuta's chore of cutting and sorting remains as the forge begins to consume the fruits of his labor. Tools begin appearing unannounced, like the spare charcoal hatchet that has become Yuta's out of necessity, and a small fleet of hammers.

One afternoon, a week after the forge begins to eat through the charcoal pile, there's a second bundle next to Yuta's hatchet when he arrives to begin cutting and sorting, wrapped in plain dark fabric. Peeking out from under the bundle is a bright scrap of paper, addressed to "Okkotsu" in a sharp, decisive hand. The unsigned note inside reads:

This one's yours.

Inside the bundle is a long wakizashi, sized perfectly for Yuta's lanky frame. Sheathed in an unadorned saya of plain wood, stained in a warm, handsome, dark color, it has an unassuming air at first glance, but the other fittings are clearly meant for use in battle rather than storage. The tsuba is sturdy iron, shaped like a swirl of flower petals, and the tsuka-maki is a simple dark blue cotton, laced up in an expert manner.

If Yuta unsheathes the blade, he will find an edge so sharp that it barely even needs any pressure to cut things pressed against it. That's as much of a signature as the wave-shaped hamon, or the name hidden on the tang under the handguard.

Of course, this is an afternoon where the old man's off on a patrol without him. It just seemed better to save them both the trouble of fussing with the rigamarole of courtesy, is all. ]

@VESSEL

[eyescar]

hey senpai
i'm sorry.

[copy]

what for?
you have nothing to apologize for, itadori-kun.

@ soba

[gorb]

( In the middle of the night -. )

Sukuna's gone.

Not like the others, not through a rift. Like LILITH has sent him back.

[copy]

[ An immediate response because sleep is for the mentally stable weak. ]

you're sure?

delivery.

[misclassed]

[ Over the course of May, Muramasa's speed at churning out blades has only sped up as the month has gone on as the stock of scrap metal shrinks and the pile of smelted iron grows. The charcoal pile has likewise shrunken considerably without their old routines of going into the forest to build new kilns and fire them up. Lately, when Yuta goes into the smithy while Muramasa is manning the forge, the smell of woodsmoke is undercut with ozone and magical energy, as he supplements his fuel sources with his own reserves to keep up the production speed necessary for the prodigious amount of work he's turning out. Timelines that ought to stretch over months are compressed and overlapped into days and weeks, without a single moment to sacrifice the quality of the work.

Three days after Geto's visit, there's a parcel for Yuta when he arrives to take his "break" from the medical wards and recover his energy, this time left in Aventurine's care. Inside is a full-sized katana, with koshirae that match Yuta's wakizashi. The blade has the same signature sharp edge and wave pattern on the hamon as the shorter blade, a matched pair perfectly complimentary to each other.

If Yuta tries to thank Muramasa, he's rewarded with a reserved expression (which might be called "fond" on someone who is more forthright about his feelings) and a dismissive wave of the hand before the smith returns to his work.

He said he'd take care of Yuta, didn't he? This is all that is. ]

delivery!

[gorb]

( Since he's fed the brother and the boyfriend it feels like Yuta is the next stop. Which means there'll come a singular scraping sound at his door as one of Geto's curses announces itself, scurrying away when it hears noise inside. There's a covered bowl of oyakodon and a note, Geto's scrawl. )

It's not poisoned!

... Or is it? :) Eat it anyway. ~ G.S.

@curse - 06-28-79

[gimu]

hello yuta
not to sound weird
but this paper bird smells like you

[copy]

hello, choso-san!
it's really good to hear from you! (˶◜ᵕ◝˶)

[ Putting the immense relief that Choso's finally woken up mildly, maybe. ]

and that's not weird at all. [ Not to him anyway... ]
i made it.

un: forgery

[misclassed]

[ The last week of June, early in the morning; before the day's efforts to melt down Silco's scrap delivery have started, or even breakfast. ]

Yuta, will that other job of yours let you leave for a week or so?

[copy]

[ Given that his work at the med bay is on a voluntary basis and his EMT studies have been largely set aside in the chaos of the last month, the answer to the unexpected question is quite easy now that LILITH is able to help again. (Said answer is also pretty much immediate, someone either barely slept or is a very early riser.) ]

yes, that shouldn't be a problem.
why? ( ╹ -╹)?

@vessel

[eyescar]

senpai
how are you feeling

[copy]

( ╹ -╹)?
i'm doing okay.
how about you?

@vessel

[eyescar]

hey senpai
does rika-chan like festivals

[copy]

yes, she does!
we used to go to every one we could back home in sendai.

[ When she was alive and they were kids, that is. But the feelings transferred over so it probably counts? ]

@kon, text.

[shadowban]

[ megumi sends a message with screenshots of this conversation attached; ]

i believe in standing up for my friends and staying true to my word. as a matter of principle, i intend to settle matters with this person in front of Revelation Room 2. if we're neighbors, i apologise for the disturbance; i'll do my best to keep things short. for non-revelation residents, i'm sending this as a heads-up in case this causes trouble for all of us.

if you're not this person, i would appreciate knowing the truth and i apologise for the disturbance. if you are this person, you're a pathetic, weak-spined coward shamelessly picking on kids who just want a safe place to live in. have a good day.

[copy]

[ Few hours late to the proverbial party because he was working and because obviously he would never so much as think a bad thought much less breathe a bad word about Yuji, the most pertinent thing to just immediately ask is: ]

did anyone show up?

[ He can't really imagine they would out themselves after that. ]

9-14, un: forgery

[misclassed]

Hey, Yuta. Got a question for ya.

[copy]

what is it, shishou?

delivery.

[gorb]

( It is without fanfare that the curses start popping up. At least a couple of times a week from here on out Geto's creatures will come with Tupperware and refuse to leave until their burden is lifted. Often the meals inside will be fairly simple, but hearty. Anyone from his world ( with the exception of Fushiguro Toji 🖕🏻) and, surprisingly, Raidou and Shoto will receive them. The very first time there's a note, it simply says 'give the boxes back the next time' with a terribly squiggly drawing of rainbow dragon scowling in warning. Any others it is just the food.

Also he won't talk about it. Don't acknowledge it. Sincerity makes him itchy. )

🥹

[copy]

[ Geto does not know it, but the deliveries start at a time when Yuta might need it most when lovesick depression has led to difficulties eating and him subsisting on mostly just protein bars for quite a while. In the interest of not wanting to waste Geto's efforts or the food itself, he eats whatever gets send his way despite his lack of appetite anyway. The boxes are always duly returned, carefully cleaned. It's after things start getting better for Yuta that he begins occasionally sending something back in the boxes. Whenever time, energy, and availability of the necessary ingredients (or acceptable substitutions for them) allows it, Geto will find the African dishes that Miguel taught Yuta within.

It's his way of expressing his gratitude and to offer what little tether he can back to Geto's family. Thanks, dad. ]

text; un: infinity

[mrblueeyes]

hey yuta
so suguru and i are dating now

are you okay with that?

[copy]

[ Given his last conversation with Geto and what Yuta knows of their feelings for each other, this does not come as any real shock. More surprising is how fast this happened (or maybe it's only a given after the last disappearance) and that he's being asked for his input at all. Still, no real hesitation. ]

sure, sensei.
if that's what makes you happy.
that's all i want for you.

@kon, text.

[shadowban]

yuta-senpai, can i bother you for a minute? it's nothing urgent.

[copy]

[ Oh, that use of his first name coming from Megumi is surprise enough to give him pause, but only for a beat or two. ]

yes, of course!
you can talk to me any time, fushiguro-kun.

@kon, rabbit courier; dec. 7th

[shadowban]

[ the morning of december 7th brings with it a bunny messenger, carrying in its mouth some cheerily-designed stationery and... less of an invitation and more of a demand, really. but considering the date, megumi thinks he can ask for some leeway.

he'll apologise later. ]

12/14.

[misclassed]

[ Something's been itching at him since the early morning mission to Inariyama, something bothering Muramasa enough to slip back into his old habits of texting by speaking aloud in his small, empty smithy. He won't reach out for the sake of his own heart, but he will for the sake of his work.

(Or so he tells himself.) ]

I get that you're upset with me 'cause of what I did, but... if there's something wrong with your sword keeping you from using it, at least let me fix it up for you.

... S'not the blade's fault, just mine.

[copy]

[ There's a lot happening with his emotions the second a notification with Muramasa's name appears on his ocular, indicating a private message. It's like his heart takes a leap only to proceed to fall down a set of proverbial stairs, hitting each step along the way. From elation to guilt and shame for what he did during their latest mission and then confusion at the text itself; it's a dizzying journey. (He's not even sure how to feel at the hesitance, the switch from the careful 'omae-san' at the start of the text back to the more familiar 'omae' at the end.) It's a good thing he's not in the middle of doing anything important nor is he around anyone to witness him go very still and frown at seemingly nothing, worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth.

How to proceed with this..... Maybe just text like he's always done? ]

( ╹ -╹)?
there's nothing wrong with my sword, shishou.
and i'm not upset with you.

[ The only person he's been upset with the past few weeks is himself. ]

Xmas Day Delivery

[mrblueeyes]

[ Though Gojo skipped most of the travel opportunities offered up to the Outsiders, he was interested in the fight rings of Vegas. While he was there, he took the opportunity to do his Christmas shopping. An obnoxiously festive gift bag will be dropped outside Yuta's door. He gets a plush toy road runner bird, a keychain of a rabbit with antlers, and two bags of salt water taffy labeled What's Poppin' (buttered popcorn) and Funky Monkey (banana-coconut). ]

delivery. christmas.

[eyescar]

[ A present is left on Yuta's doorstep, a box with various things inside. Upon opening, he'll find the following:

› A large hoodie, fluffy and comfortable, in a panda design.
› Lots of candies and chocolates in various flavours.
› A keyring, with a cool sword on it, that flicks open and sings an old Japanese poem.
› Some boots, leather, and some matching gloves.
› One warm cardigan in a dark colour.
› A huge, giant, inhuman scarf with a tag that says 'for Rika-chan, not you!!!!'

With it is a note: Merry Christmas, senpai. Thank you for taking care of me all this time. ]

delivery ( the 25th )

[gorb]

( The curses are once again employed as his delivery service, the more palatable ones lingering where their recipients can easily be found. Each parcel is a cheery gift bag filled with a variety of candy as well as a bento box of homemade rice balls and Geto's hand-picked, hard-won arcade plushie. The cards are hello kitty, because his girls would have liked them. Also because he's just Like That.

Yuta's is an owl on account of him never sleeping. Strangely there is also a skeleton but the tag for that reads Rika. )

Okkotsu,

I haven't any spare limbs lying around for your girlfriend, so I hope that will do. I hope you're resting. And that things have been kinder to you lately. If not I know how to dig a very deep hole.

- G

( Should he still give Muramasa the shovel talk? No, he's going to make an ominous delivery instead. )