After rewatching jjk, I still can't believe just how interested Sukuna is with Megumi. Like man really said he does not give a fuck about anyone else except this one human !!
When people talked about sukufushi, I thought it was like one scene, but nope lmao it was several.
Even the other antagonists were like, "yeahh, we probably shouldn't fuck with fushiguro if we value our lives"
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Sukuna Soulmate Strings AU HCs
Humanity truly is best left in the past♡
When Sukuna made his first appearance on the rooftop he hadn't noticed the string, too excited to be part of the real world again to pay attention to such trivial things. When he finally did notice he recognized it for what it meant: a soulmate. He couldn't recall ever having one in his human life, the memories having faded and twisted in his age-torn mind. The thought that he could be connected to a human in such a way left him repulsed, wanting to abandon his humanity, not be forever linked to such a weakness.
He wandered the halls of the dorms with no control over the vessel he was in, aware of his surroundings as Itadori spoke to his squad in a tone that was far too light for a boy whose death was sought after by the ones he called "partners." A pathetically human thing he was. Sukuna considered receding back into his inner world, the scenery something he had already become accustomed to (and even a bit tired of) but was caught off guard by a flash of familiar red in the distance.
You stood across the hall, coming to a stop as if his thoughts had called you to look at him. He wondered if you could see the string too, or if it was for only him to view due to the confines of flesh he found himself in nowadays. He scolded himself for even being curious, relinquishing his awareness of Itadori's acts in turn for the security and comfort of his innate domain. He had to admit he did find you a bit pleasing to look at though.
Days went by and he found himself more and more intrigued by the person on the other side of the string, sneaking glances whenever you passed by, the sight of you bringing a warm feeling to his incorporeal chest. He could do what he pleased, he reasoned, growing more selfish in his thoughts the more he saw you. The way you simply existed entranced him, leaving the curse king at an unfamiliar loss for words. If he could have the entire world in the palm of his hand then why not allow you to grasp the other?
Sukuna thinks of all the ways to have you. The possibilities embracing this connection holds becoming a bit of an obsession, a hopefulness blooming inside him for a life not spent alone but rather with someone to stick by through all his destruction. It was during one of these thoughtful moments when the unthinkable happened. You smiled at him. The grimace he would usually feel compelled to make having no place in his mind, head flooded with the image of such a beautiful sight. "Who's that looking at you," the black-haired first-year directed at him - or rather Itadori. Sukuna felt his lips pulled into a grin, host's eyes directed at the subject of his detestable affections before turning back to his friend. "My soulmate! Pretty sure the whole 'sharing a body with a curse' thing makes them keep their distance, but look! They smiled at me! That must be a good sign..." his voice trailed off blissfully.
The words left his host's mouth like a sweet-tasting poison, lips moving in a way that was meant to be his to control. That was his soulmate... Wasn't it? There was no other explanation for these feelings, so pitifully human, growing like a weed inside him. It was the string's fault. He would never do this of his own volition. No matter how many times he told himself this, the way Itadori gazed fondly down at the string left no doubt in the man's mind that what he had thought was his own chance at a future not spent alone was but another thing the boy would take from him.
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