《jujutsu kaisen headcanons by me ✨》jujutsu kaisen - noritoshi kamo
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pov; you
-you're walking up the lantern lit street, dressed in your simpl kimono
-you walk up to find nortoshi kamo, your pal/date(?) to the street festival
-he was already there dressed in his darker blue kimono with a kitsune mask in one hand, checking his phone with the other
-he glances left and sees you so be puts his phone away into a hidden pocket within the kimono
-you give a gentle wave at him before jogging to be on pace with him when walking
-he asks you small talk shit and idle chat until you two make it up to the main street
-the festival was absolutely gorgeous
-the orange lit lights each stand their own in the starry violet sky, small white specs covering them from above
-soft music played by locals humming in the background
-stalls of food games or small trinkets decorate at least 4 blocks of space
-he holds your hand and pratically carry you to the other stall where they were selling takoyaki
-you graciously take a bite and you beam at the delicious food
-he then hands you a paper holder for your guy's drinks but hung it around your left wrist so it wouldn't feel too heavy and disturb you from doing normal activities
-you saw a small fan-art shop and asked to have a fan with both your names written on both sides of it
-he giggles and laughs when you flip the fan to show off your names in pretty lilac calligraphy
-around the end of the street was a vast wide open hill where many other strangers were walking up and down, some standing on the concrete sidewalk some lying on the grass with a blanket they brought, some even having picnics
-you grab kamo's wrist to a smaller corner under one of the bridges but still gives an amazing view of the late night in the middle of june
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-kamo sits down on th grass and pulls you as gentle as he can so you are half lying on him as he lies himself back onto the hill behind you guys
-he smelt like sugar and mint after all the sugar he ate
-in his right hand he held a blood shaded juice with a straw that came in the shape of a hospital's blood bag (??) because the stall owner thought it was a cute bag design
-in his left hand he held yours and not willing to let go
-you wanted to mutter something about how pretty his eyelashes were when the sound took away your attention
-multicoloured lights explode into the sky, beaming at everyone below it
-the whole show was a circus of colours and gasps could be heard from everyone around them even from the bridge
-you thought you heard kamo say something but when you turned around he just chuckled and turned back to the magnificent show
-after that was displayed, you both walked up the grass hill and he walked you home to your apartment
-"my car isnt very far" he said, and leaves a kiss on your cheek before whispering
-"see you next festival"
-when he left, you realize he somehow left his kitsune mask on the left side of your head
-you keep it until the next time you saw him to wear it for him again
-the end
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