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🏮I’ll keep you safe🏮

{Pairing: Yuji Itadori x Fem! Reader | Ryomen Sukuna x Fem! Reader | Yuji Itadori x Ryomen Sukuna| Threesome|}

|Summary|

1#“I can stay the night, y’know. If it’d make you feel better.”

You haven’t gotten used to your new bedroom yet. Perhaps it is better to say that you have never been used to having one, for a long time you have always slept in a broom closet, cold and wet with two blankets counted to keep you warm. Four little walls hanging over you every time you were thrown in that closet. You were always screaming your guts out, hurting your vocal cords, begging them to let you out, promising you’d be a good, obedient girl, but you never got an answer, and the only companies were those monsters that twisted around your ankles, your arms and skin, leaving you unable to sleep. All you could do was shout louder.

You closed your eyes to drive that memory away.

The mattress seems something strange to you that you have always been used to sleeping on the floor, and a little bit creates a dizzy situation that makes you sweat cold. You’re not used to this, it makes you feel uncomfortable, that softness in which you sink makes you stay alert. But you know you have to rest because tomorrow Geto and Gojo will help you recover everything your family hasn’t taught you about your cursed technique - they were among the dearest friends of your late mother, For them to help you was keeping a promise they made a long time ago and they apologized for not being able to get you to safety sooner.

You breathe deeply and raise your arms towards the ceiling, so you stay for some time to observe the two tattoos that cover your wrists and sigh heavily, two single strips that tighten your wrists and observe them until you lose yourself in your thoughts.

The space around you is too big for you, the bed is too big and its excessive comfort makes you feel uncomfortable, do you really deserve all this?

Thoughts whirl in your mind, You are the only living heir who has the family technique, and the tattoos on your wrists are the smoking gun, and your relatives hate you and would want you dead or married to a monster just to have a male heir who inherits the technique engraved in your flesh. A shiver of terror runs down your spine as you look back at your cousins who punched and kicked you and called you an abomination, monster and nothing. In their eyes, you were a dirty thief who stole everything from him, but you didn’t even want that technique. You’d rather be born with nothing and maybe everything would change.

You instinctively rolled over in bed and carried your hands to cover your shoulders, snuggled up on yourself and tried, in vain, to throw away the memories. Hands squeezing against your neck until you lost your breath, hands pulling your hair and other hands punching you. Only your grandmother’s hands were a lifesaver for you, they were the only safe place to hide for a while, before that agony started again.

Then a light knock and the door that opened slowly grinding on the floor brought you back to reality. You snapped at attention and remained rigid until you recognized the figure of Yuuji, you calmed down in part.

"Ei Kohai all right?" asked the boy but remaining on the doorstep noticing your slight tremor.

"Itadori, sorry I must have woken you… I… I…" Words die in your throat and you look down on the stings closed on your knees, what will happen now? Will your older companion scold you?

"Don’t worry, Kohai, you didn’t wake me… but it looks like you’re not well, can I come in?" He asked you by crossing his eyes with yours, in his eyes there was sweetness and compassion and they were beautiful golden color. It all seemed so strange.

You nodded and the pink-haired guy walked into your room and closed the door behind you and walked towards your bed, then sat next to you and smiled at you, but kept your distance and left you your personal space, and you were grateful for that.

"Even I couldn’t sleep the first night I got to the institution." He confessed to you while he was twiddling his thumbs, and a slight blush spread over his face. He was so sweet, it was like grandma said, there were really sweet and kind-hearted guys and Itadori was one of them.

"A bit because of Sukuna who kept me awake in her innate dominion all night, a bit because… well… It was weird getting into all this, at first I didn’t want to believe it and I felt like I had fallen into some crazy dream." He said to you in one of his best smiles: "So it’s normal to feel a little tense on the first night, there’s nothing to worry about." He added by giving you a heart-dive. It was the first time a boy had addressed you in such a calm and calm tone and with words of comfort.

"I… I’ve never been used to all this… kindness, smiles or having a bedroom… so I wonder if I deserve all this Itadori." You said as you held your arms and looked down at the floor, "Actually, I’m just afraid to wake up and find myself back in that closet…" You were trying to stop your hands shaking, but it seemed like an impossible task.

"None of us will allow it. I know we’ve only just met, but… Gojo and Geto sensei have explained your Kohai story in broad outline… But if you want, you can talk to me, and you can talk to other people, too." Yuuji told you taking your hands carefully and squeezing them between his to calm your tremor: "Damn you’re frozen, no wonder you can’t sleep." He said the boy bringing your hands close to his mouth and blowing on them to warm them.

And your cheeks were red with that gesture so kind, a gesture that reminded you of a melancholy memory, but it was Itadori the guy in front of you, he was the kindness made in person, even though he kept within himself the worst calamity of the world of witchcraft.

"Quiet Itadori senpai I’m used to lower temperatures…" You wanted to reassure him, but the pink-haired guy got up and walked over to your closet, took another blanket, and put it on you in the blink of an eye.

"Now you should warm up faster" Yuuji said smiling again.

"She’d warm up faster if she were naked and hugged us two brats." From one of the cracks under Yuuji’s eye appeared a red eye and a mouth. You turned red because of what Sukuna said and immediately Itadori slapped his cheek to stop the king of curses from making other comments, but Sukuna had reappeared on the palm of his hand.

"It’s a way to warm up a little brat faster. Listen to someone with more experience." He said the curse by speaking directly from the palm of his hand, grinning at you. You swallowed instinctively and you squeezed into the covers to try to get rid of the embarrassment you were feeling, there was also so much fear because they told you that Sukuna could take control of your Senpai’s body and that sometimes she was uncontrollable, but the curse seemed like it didn’t want to happen, or at least that’s what you hoped for.

"Is he always this pushy?" You asked as you approached both to check that Itadori had not been harmed, the snap you heard had left you quite perplexed.

"I’d still be here, you better respect little girl." It took you a while to realize that that was an insult and you blinked a couple of times and you smiled at the curse for that name, it was the kindest one you had been given in the last ten years.

"Sukuna, I told you to behave."

"He was much nicer than many other people, I can assure you Itadori." You said by stroking the reddened spot on the boy’s cheek and losing yourself in memories that you wanted to eliminate forever.

Both of them looked at you puzzled, Itadori seemed to be a golden retriever puppy that got lost while Sukuna looked at you as if he knew what it was like but would never tell you - it was a typical black cat.

"You are new to this world and I believe that Geto and Gojo have, quite rightly, tried to protect you as much as possible, as they are doing with many of their students." You said as Itadori leaned her cheek against the palm of your hand listening carefully to what you were about to say: "In the world of witchcraft there are the three most powerful families in charge of everything, Kamo, Gojo and Zen'in, but there is also another family, the one I unfortunately belong to, the Shikeas. The latter have always remained in the shadows but they are ruthless, worse than the Zen'in…" you said looking at the wall, the screams of your childhood were filling your head and you bit the inside of your cheek not to start crying, being treated like an object had its advantages, not being considered most of the time had allowed you to listen and understand something of the world you were a part of.

"The Shikeas have been known for their cursed technique since the Heien era." Sukuna said attracting the attention of both: "Technique that has the peculiarity of being inherited only by the women of the family." He added the curse by pointing his red eye at you, he could sense that in your body was inscribed a powerful and devastating technique. That statement struck you, you didn��t know much about it because your family had decreed that you could never use it, but that information was known only by family members. How did Sukuna know?

"Did you run into them?" The question of Itadori had come naturally and you too were curious, because family techniques were a well-kept secret from every member of the clan.

"In the past I have seen for myself what those women were capable of. It seemed that the technique was lost for a long time, since only boys were born in that family." The king of curses looked at you carefully, he seemed to want to study you in every movement.

"Yes, it has only reappeared in the last three generations, with my grandmother, my mother and myself, and I am currently the only one to own it. My mother passed away when I was little, and Grandma had the same fate a long time ago." You said by showing a picture of your mother and your grandmother when you were young that you kept on your bedside table. She was the only one you had, and you didn’t have any with them, and that was kind of sad.

"You are drops of water." She said Yuuji looking at the photo and noticing that your traits were really the same, then she put the photo back in its place and smiled bitterly: "I didn’t know my parents either and Grandpa has been taking care of me since as long as I can remember, you know he would have liked me." You smiled back at him and realized the pain he was in.

"I wish I’d known him."

You smiled at each other and Sukuna uttered a line of contempt: "These sweethearts without me." He said squinting and sighing.

"He actually likes these conversations." He told you Yuuji earning a reprimand from the curse and starting a spat that made you laugh.

"You two seem to get along very well." You said laughing and drawing their attention.

"I try to be friendly, but this one is impossible."

"I’m a brat king, you must serve me not be my friend."

"I think you’re jealous that you don’t have a body of your own." Yuuji said laughing with you.

The tension had been greatly eased by those laughs and their comical bickering, although you suspected that in private the two would discuss it fighting. Sukuna was truly a king, and no king liked being contradicted.

"You should go to bed, both of you, or tomorrow I could take over your bratty body." Yuuji had hardened to that threat and had loudly snorted and pouted, it was as if that matter had a bottom of truth and it was not just a veiled threat.

"Go to sleep, don’t you see I’m having a conversation?" Yuuji replied back and you felt a little guilty, it was three in the morning and your alarm was set for seven, four hours of sleep would not help you to follow the lessons of the next day.

But you didn’t mind the company of both of them - certainly one was a danger that could kill you at any moment, but something told you that Sukuna wanted to observe and study you and that it wasn’t that curse that everyone was talking about, there had to be something else, you were sure of it.

"I’m sorry I woke you." You said leaning your head on your knees and sighing.

"But no, I was watching the Star Wars saga for an exercise that advised me to make Gojo sensei, and the rooms are next to each other, Fushiguro has heavy sleep, while Kugisaki is doing a pajama parties with Maki senpai, we have no rules or schedules, or at least Geto sensei asked us not to destroy the dorm." Yuuji responded by smiling warmly and telling you a little about your classmates. Gojo had shown you a picture of the second and third year of the school in Tokyo and added that soon you would also meet the ones in Kyoto, they all seemed good guys.

But what Itadori had told you, there was something else that had impressed you, namely the name of the movie he had just pronounced.

"What is Star Wars?" The question came to you as soon as you heard the name of the film and said the name softly to avoid making a mistake.

"Have you never seen him?" Yuuji looked at you amazed as Sukuna’s eye seemed to be exasperated, you went no with your head and Yuuji’s eyes began to shine.

"You convicted us both girl, just so you know." Sukuna seemed to have a murderous instinct for you and you swallowed with difficulty trying not to make a single movement to avoid irritating him even more.

"What movie or TV series do you like?" Yuuji on the contrary seemed to be over the moon.

"I’ve never seen any… well… I didn’t have much freedom at home." You responded by moving your gaze towards the wall and becoming red in embarrassment, you had never been able to have any freedom, no concessions, what you could have were only the leftovers of your other cousins, nothing more always and only less than the others.

"How?! Then we will remedy as soon as possible, we have many movie nights on Friday night." Yuuji took your hands and started listing all the Friday night activities that they had put as tradition since the beginning of the new semester: it was drawn by lot between movies or TV series and Itadori explained the differences between these two seeing your face puzzled, you ordered pizza or you cooked something all together and then you played board games or you kept watching other movies and in addition you joked and laughed, and each one told of the missions he had carried out during the week or of the theoretical lessons or research that had to be done. It was a volcano of emotions erupting the pink-haired guy and your head was filling with every single piece of information of what was a pleasant evening with friends.

You got your stomach pounded thinking about how good it was supposed to be.

"That’s enough brat, you’re feeding her brains to all the shit that comes out of your mouth." Sukuna had intervened to silence Yuuji and the boy had looked at him crooked, then his look had returned to you he had apologized for his impetuousness, but they were things he loved to talk about and you could feel it from his eyes full of joy.

Eyes so beautiful and sweet cut that it didn’t contrast well with that hard and clean of the eye of Sukuna.

"No Itadori, I was so pleased that you told me about all this, I just hope… I hope not to ruin everything." The words died in your throat and your stomach got all twisted. Did you really get all that generosity and happiness they were about to offer you? That was the question that haunted your mind.

The two boys had looked at you and cautiously Yuuji had put a hand on your shoulder to bring you back to reality, Sukuna looked at you with a look that was difficult to decipher but you didn’t find it unpleasant, Maybe he also knew what it was like to not be free to act, as well as for Yuuji - but that was just your impression.

"You’ll see, you’ll love it." The boy said, squeezing your shoulder tightly to give you confidence. And that grip caused you a pleasant warmth at the height of your chest that made you again doubt what was happening, did you really deserve that happiness and kindness that you had just been shown? You swallowed hard, trying to stay calm and convince yourself that it was so.

"I hope so, Itadori." You responded by resting your head on your shoulder and smiling back and continuing to listen to his stories about those Friday night nights.

"I can stay the night, y'know. If it’d make you feel better." He said Yuuji immediately and without thinking and then turning red in his face immediately after, the words had come out spontaneously and there was no ulterior motive in the tone of his voice.

You were surprised by those words and you blinked a couple of times while you were doing it.

"Ahh… I shouldn’t have, I’m so sorry to have embarrassed you…" Yuuji had gotten out of bed and was heading for the door, while in the background Sukuna teased him, or at least that’s what you thought. Your brain was thinking fast.

You didn’t want to be alone in that room, you wanted to keep talking to Yuuji and Sukuna all night. You wanted to find out what you’d been deprived of your entire existence.

"Itadori wait!" You said taking his arm and jumping out of bed so he wouldn’t get to the door.

"You could stay tonight, I… I still want to talk to you…" The words got stuck in your throat, until the day before you would never have dared so much in your home, but you were no longer there. You were no longer locked in those four oppressive walls.

"Certainly Kohai!" the boy replied as his gaze brightened even more.

"I’m going to have to hear from you all night." Sukuna remarked, watching you closely.

"The invitation was also addressed to you Sukuna, maybe you can tell us something if you want…" You said timidly hiding your face behind the blanket that you had put back on, Yuuji beside you had giggled.

"Come on, man, you’re going to have fun." Yuuji added, making himself comfortable by your side.

"There are other ways to have fun." You saw the mischievous comment of the curse and Yuuji’s face frowned in an expression of disappointment: "Sukuna!" But the curse was laughing, and he finally calmed down.

"I don’t mind Itadori, I heard worse indeed he is very kind." You answered by settling down better and leaning your back against the wall.

"Nice?!" They both said in chorus and then looked at each other badly.

You laughed at that funny scene and Itadori joined you too, then you started talking about movies, or better Itadori told you the plot of an old TV series while Sukuna was making comments on the latter than it was boring and unrealistic and inaccurate from the historical point of view while Yuuji explains the choices that the directors had made and responded to your every question with a lot of enthusiasm.

You spoke until sleep took possession of you and you fell on Itadori’s shoulder.

The boy smiled to himself and put you in a more comfortable position to sleep, fixed your hair and stood watching you.

"You look like a maniac." Sukuna was on the palm of Yuuji’s hand placed over your face.

"The one who hasn’t taken his eyes off her since she arrived at the school spoke." The boy had answered expecting at any moment to end up in the innate domain of Sukuna to be lynched, he had taken too much confidence that day he knew, but his new Kohai interested him so much, and Yuuji had perceived an unprecedented connection from the moment they were introduced.

"He has an interesting cursed technique." A blunt answer, Yuuji by now knew well the curse that he had inside him and knew that there was something else. It had been for a year that his relationship with the curse had progressed towards a positive turn, the modern world pleased Sukuna and he was interested in knowing him and seeing what would awaken at that time because of him.

Sukuna’s level of danger had not fallen, but Yuuji could handle it better and the finger search had been slowed down by choice of both, It took longer for Yuuji to live a life as a teenager and for Sukuna to discover the new era. It was an unspoken agreement between both sides and even though Yuuji’s classmates and his teachers did not see him favorably, they all agreed for the boy’s sake.

"It’s not just that, we told each other no secrets." He had said Yuuji by placing another lock behind his classmate’s ear. She seemed so small and delicate at the time, but if Sukuna thought she was interesting it meant that there was something hidden in that girl who was clutching to her body to receive human warmth.

And Yuuji was amazed at how thin and fragile she was, she hadn’t noticed it because of the wide pajamas, but her new Kohai was really small and petite compared to him and she also seemed to be underweight.

"Time to time brat." Sukuna had answered, closing her eye and observing better the figure of the girl lying next to Yuuji’s body: "But she is an interesting girl, even if she needs to eat and strength, it was the adrenaline that kept her awake until recently." He finally said Sukuna grinning back.

"Gojo and Geto said she didn’t have a good childhood, they want her to feel like a normal girl." He had repeated Yuuji yawning loudly.

"There is no need to reiterate what those two freaks said, I was there when they asked you to stay close and make her feel protected and at home… Go to sleep brat or tomorrow I’ll take control of your body if you don’t get up." It did not take long before Yuuji fell asleep and Sukuna decided to stay awake, checking occasionally the sleep of the two boys, took possession of Yuuji’s body only for about fifteen minutes, but did not move from the bed and stood still next to the girl.

Lean, undernourished and with considerable malevolent energy. A perfect blend for a catastrophe, if the cursed technique of the Shikea family had manifested itself in the last period it meant that the evil energy and the balance of the world were changing, again.

She shook her head, moving away those thoughts that she would think about later, for the moment Ryomen Sukuna was focusing on the slender body that had clung to her in search of warmth. The female next to him trembled like a leaf shaken by the icy wind of winter, she was too thin and didn’t even have fat that could isolate her from the cold, and so Sukuna didn’t think twice to bring her even closer to him. He had not enjoyed the presence of a female body for a long time and even though this was minute and angular he would not complain and even that brat of his container.

A good dose of food and training would have put him back on his feet, he knew it well and had seen it several times with his own eyes during the period of his undisputed dominance. But it was the girl’s mind that alerted him, submissive and fearful. Two conditions that were not adequate for those who possessed that cursed technique.

He remembered the past and the women of that family, resolute, fierce fighters, meticulous strategists and even brazen. The little girl next to him didn’t even represent a tenth of those women, but if as he said the family had staked everything on male heirs then that was the result of a perfect disaster.

I sigh passing the fingertips over the girl’s face and thinking about what would have been waiting for him. He was feeling soft, he wouldn’t have been so forgiving at one time, and he wouldn’t have participated in those useless gossip and gossip, but ever since he woke up, he knew there was something different about him. The brat was proof of it, first he would destroy him, he would bend him in the worst way and instead now the brat had also the audacity to respond in tone or to joke with him, to involve him too often in activities that did not suit him.

He was the king of curses, he had been feared and revered by all in a past that seemed too far and inadequate. He had a chance to relive, breathe through the baby’s body again and feel everything he had lost. There were no more curses to defeat, sorcerers to beat or kingdoms to conquer, the modern era was something so chaotic and fascinating that it had awakened in him something to which he could not yet give a name.

He looked again at the Shikea girl's small body -- and he had bodies under his four legs -- a body that demanded warmth and protection. He held her to himself, feeling again the sensation of two close bodies, even if without clothes he would have been better and closed his eyes calling the brat in his innate domain claiming that intimate contact that he so desired.

After all, the brat was a great lover and he would soon be the girl who slept by his side.

It seemed that once again fate had something in store for Sukuna and the king of curses had all the intention of discovering the game that had been placed on him and understanding the role of the brat and the female who had intertwined their paths with his.

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