[For the end of November which was apparently the month of plenty, Toge had already been in dire straights, holed up in his room to avoid injury. Everyone had a lot going on, he can’t complain about having been on his own, but without his sight, touch or his voice he’d had no way to do anything about it. He’s already looking a little rough, having missed out on a few days of food.
The food scarcity in December is just an extra bonus, since he was already looking like he’d dropped a few pounds.
And yet-
Catching Toge sitting with a bundle of trail mix, curled up in a chair for his food he’s all too willing to give it up. He smiles and offers it to anyone looking hungrily at him.
He can handle adverse conditions – other people shouldn’t have to. His protective instincts die hard. ]
II. Frigid Times
[ Toge is the type to try and sit by fires when they have the chance, a single blanket bundled up around him.
Early in the month he’s cheerful enough company.
However as time ticks on, curled in on himself, even he’s hiding his face in his arm and looking absolutely miserable and exhausted. He’s all too stubborn to reach out and ask for help.
He’s learned long ago help never comes, there’s no point in asking, but at the rate he’s going, he’s going to be sick by the new year. ]
III. Leave The Past In The Past
[ Being transported due to a light and Toge here is much younger. He’s healthy – small, but healthy. He’s also fully whole, and roughly ten years old.
And yet, despite all of this, his memory is still a solitary one. The rec centre likely betrayed his athletic spirit – but this cements it.
Toge is with a soccer ball. He’s not narrating, no, he’s still quiet. The curse marks are gone, and he’s about eleven. He’s dribbling the ball between his feet and weaving in and out of trees like they’re his own playground.
He doesn’t know he’s being watched, but he has a bright smile on his face. Behind him, a school bag has been tossed carelessly against a tree trunk.
He wants to get better. He wants a ticket out of this place to go on an adventure, but still, his skills are...lacking. He’s young yet. ]
IV. Wildcard
[Choose your own adventure with Toge. In his past life, he died at 12 so there’s not a lot of leeway for him to be any older.]
Toge Inumaki | Jujutsu Kaisen | OTA
[For the end of November which was apparently the month of plenty, Toge had already been in dire straights, holed up in his room to avoid injury. Everyone had a lot going on, he can’t complain about having been on his own, but without his sight, touch or his voice he’d had no way to do anything about it. He’s already looking a little rough, having missed out on a few days of food.
The food scarcity in December is just an extra bonus, since he was already looking like he’d dropped a few pounds.
And yet-
Catching Toge sitting with a bundle of trail mix, curled up in a chair for his food he’s all too willing to give it up. He smiles and offers it to anyone looking hungrily at him.
He can handle adverse conditions – other people shouldn’t have to. His protective instincts die hard. ]
II. Frigid Times
[ Toge is the type to try and sit by fires when they have the chance, a single blanket bundled up around him.
Early in the month he’s cheerful enough company.
However as time ticks on, curled in on himself, even he’s hiding his face in his arm and looking absolutely miserable and exhausted. He’s all too stubborn to reach out and ask for help.
He’s learned long ago help never comes, there’s no point in asking, but at the rate he’s going, he’s going to be sick by the new year. ]
III. Leave The Past In The Past
[ Being transported due to a light and Toge here is much younger. He’s healthy – small, but healthy. He’s also fully whole, and roughly ten years old.
And yet, despite all of this, his memory is still a solitary one. The rec centre likely betrayed his athletic spirit – but this cements it.
Toge is with a soccer ball. He’s not narrating, no, he’s still quiet. The curse marks are gone, and he’s about eleven. He’s dribbling the ball between his feet and weaving in and out of trees like they’re his own playground.
He doesn’t know he’s being watched, but he has a bright smile on his face. Behind him, a school bag has been tossed carelessly against a tree trunk.
He wants to get better. He wants a ticket out of this place to go on an adventure, but still, his skills are...lacking. He’s young yet. ]
IV. Wildcard
[Choose your own adventure with Toge. In his past life, he died at 12 so there’s not a lot of leeway for him to be any older.]