shadow puppets

“If you don’t kiss him already, I’ll do it instead,” Kugisaki grits through her teeth, waving her soup spoon violently.Fushiguro splutters. “What?!”Kugisaki glares at him, eyes venomous as she angrily swallows her soup. “I don’t even like boys, but if that’ll wake you up and get you to do something about… this-” she gestures at him unhelpfully “-so that I can stop watching you pine and make those dopey eyes at him while I’m trying to eat my goddamn food, I swear to god I will kiss him. Even if that repulses me to no end.”“I-”“Save it.” Kugisaki cuts him off. “Your shikigami could do better.”Fushiguro jolts, his mind unhelpfully supplying the image of his jade hounds nuzzled against both sides of Itadori, licking and pawing at him. He sighs heavily. “Tell me about it.”