Pressed Between Pages: An Inuokko / Ottoge Flower Zine
This zine celebrates the Jujutsu Kaisen ship of Okkotsu Yuuta and Inumaki Toge (inuokko / ottoge / 乙棘 / 棘乙). It features flowers as the primary theme.
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He planned for this. He could do this.
Yuuta looked over his shoulder and nodded at Toge’s maid of honor, Maki, who then reached behind the white trellis.
She walked up to the couple, glancing at Yuuta. “Don’t mess it up, loverboy,” she chided. Maki may tease him, but it had no discernible bite to it, especially given the proud look she wore on her face. She smiled as she placed a wicker-woven basket full of fresh red and white flowers of varying types on the altar.
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"You can come by here any time to talk flowers, if you want. Even if you don't know anything about perfume."
Yuuta snorts. "Maybe it's time I learn. I have a pretty sweaty job, after all. I guess it wouldn't hurt to smell good sometimes."
A strangled noise escapes Toge's throat – the first sound Yuuta has heard him make – and he clears his throat. "Well, I probably should help some other customers – but it was really nice to meet you, Yuuta Okkotsu."
Yuuta blinks. He doesn't know why he feels like he was jolted out of a trance. "Oh! Right, of course. You, too."
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Gojo sprang towards Yuuta’s desk, and the chance to change the subject. “It’s called hanahaki!”
“…Ha-Ha Hockey?” Panda echoed.
Gojo shook his head. “Not Ha-Ha! Hana, like the flower! It’s love sickness, by the internet!”
After a lesson on unusual curses in class, Toge decides to prank Yuuta by pretending to contract hanahaki.
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The Earl of Pillars was once known for two beauties–his wife and his garden. Through no fault of the Earl, he no longer had a wife.
The recently widowed Earl Okkotsu spends a lot of time in his garden. It's full of beautiful flowers. No one would guess what he's admiring is his gardener.
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“Can I help you?” The guy rubbed his eyes, then glared. “I was sleeping.”
Toge fumbled with his plate, his note ready, when the guy glanced at it and replied, “Hm.”
He shut the door.
Mouth gaping open, Toge stared in shock. What a rude motherfucker!
Deciding he didn't want to share with that bastard, he whirled around and went right back into his apartment—slamming the door shut behind him.
Who cared whether or not that asshole liked him? Shutting the door in his face was beyond rude! One of the neighbors must’ve been curious about the commotion, though, because he heard a door open before it closed a few moments later.
Or: the one in which a miscommunication leads to a flower war.