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Doomed pt. 5

Warnings: Cursing, fighting and descriptions of gore + violence.

(Sorry this took so long)

Sukuna watched intensely through the window, a fist under his chin and robes loosely adjourned.

He stared As you picked a flower up and took it from the vine, sliding it into your loose hanging sleeve. Looking around making sure no one saw as a child would after stealing candy.

He wondered what you were going to do with it. Put in your hair? A vase? His mind wondered. Why act as if it’s a deceitful act that one could get in trouble for when you could do whatever you wanted?

“Lord Sukuna?”

Uraume approached him from behind, head lowered. His gaze was unwavering as he continued to stare at you.

He grunted in response.

“The councilmans here to see you.”

“Tell him I'm busy.”

“It's important.”

“He can wait.”

She gulped. Hating that she had to be the news bearer.

“He… demands an audience.”

He tightened his fist.

“I'm afraid word got out. And now all your allies are beginning to talk. Not attending this meeting would only make things worse.”

“Tch.”

He turned around to face her, her head remained bowed.

“Where is he?”

That night dinner was quieter than usual.

He didn't eat, you hardly saw him eat anymore. He simply watched atop pillows, one fist under his jaw as you indulged. You were no longer intimidated by him when he was like this, pissed.

“What happened?”

You asked.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t do that with me Sukuna.”

You said as you lifted a bite of food to your mouth.

He scoffed and turned his head away pouting like a kid.

“Something political?”

He was never able to lie to you.

"Snotty pissboys who call themselves leaders who I have to upkeep diplomatic relations with."

His jaw ticked and fists tightened, the air growing thicker with tension. You decided not to press any further.

“Are you going to be okay or would like some help?”

He looked back at you, you had slid down your robe revealing your shoulder.

He grinned.

“I always want your help.”

Before Ryomen Sukuna was what he is today, he was a man.

A man who had made a mistake, falling in love.

He was a few things actually.

A man, a sorcerer, a killer, and a ruler.

But you held him back from his true potential. There were certain lines he would not cross as he progressed his reign of terror.

He maintained an air of ruthlessness and a reputation of brutality. It's how he amassed power, no one threatened to cross his merciless path. Rumors of him killing a handmaid for bringing him his tea late, or killing a high-ranking nobleman with a hairpin because his footman offended him. These tales were what kept him on his throne.

But as long as you lived, he would never be able to cross the threshold of true power. Because you gave him morals, and morals were limitations.

As of right now he was simply a king among men, a powerful sorcerer.

He desired to be a god, but that simply wasn't possible.

For what god cares for a human?

That human was what he lived for, and what he worked for.

Uraume and Sukunas inner circle despised you. They watched as the man who was on the rise to godhood was stumped by a non-sorcerer of no exceptional lineage or wealth. But they knew that you held more power over them than any of them combined- Killing you was not an option. You were untouchable, and an unmovable obstacle.

Even with your kindness you were a hindrance to them. They saw what you truly were.

An inconvenience, A weakness.

They had to stand by as he gawked at you and adorned you with jewels and silks, hand fed you grapes like a servant. Like he couldn’t snap your throat in an instant.

Disgusting.

And all the sex? fucking annoying.

He would have a warlord waiting in the conference room as you were shamelessly copulating in the springs.

People started to talk. About the ruthless leader Ryomen Sukuna and his only concubine.

The one that he spoiled, the one that he daunted around and let speak freely at his side during important meetings and gatherings.

Concubine. You could never forget that's what you are to most people, and you didn't. But it doesn't matter, because at the end of the day, you're the one who he’ll kill for. You knew that everyone either hated you or loved you, was either jealous or resentful.

Now usually, fellow people in power wouldn’t care about any usual whore. But you seemed to linger. Always be by his side and be the only one he had- and while the servants of his residence didn’t dare to say anything in fear of his retaliation, his allies and their servants had no such obligation. And once they left his grand estate, people talked.

You walked with an air of power, after a while you stopped caring about all the talk and rumors- because that's all it was. Talk. At the end of the day, they would treat you kindly with a warm smile as you walked by.

To a few who liked you, they admired you as the olive branch and as the light in his life. the one who stepped in with a moral objection before he killed or punished someone who likely didn't deserve his wrathful hand.

A sweet love story, and the last shred of his humanity. But to most, a mistake. To his inner Jujutsu circle, a hindrance.

Some nights you could touch him in all the right ways to get him to open up, you were on top, you left the hickeys.

Your face was buried in his neck, he never made any noise. Just moved. Maybe a grunt. You felt his hips rut against you as you traced the outline of his hard cock through his thin white robes.

Times like this at his most vulnerable was when you pried.

“Sukuna?”

He hummed against your head.

You placed your chin on his chest and looked up at him.

“Why don’t you marry me?”

His breath hitched slightly. But his face remained unmoving.

“You know I'd say yes.”

You pouted into him

“You’re cute.” He growled.

“I'm sexy. Not cute. And would be excellent as a spouse.”

You pressed yourself against him, slouching down as if in defeat.

“You are. We’re already together though, is this not enough?”

You sighed and turned around, facing upwards next to him.

“I just want it to be official. I'm tired of hiding behind doors. You're the strongest right? So why do you worry?”

He could lie and say politics. But he always found himself physically unable to.

“I've never been married before.”

“Neither have I, that's why we should do it together!” You whined as you nuzzled into his neck and threw an arm across his broad chest. One of his stronger ones wrapping around your back.

He chuckled into you. The truth was, a lot of reasons. He didn't want you to have the pressure that came as the married person to a powerful lord such as Sukuna when you were so young, and he also didn't want people to know about you. If he becomes married you become more of a target. Rather than your existence outside his home being whispers of a side piece, the ring on his finger would be an immediate show of “I have a weakness.”

You could get kidnapped, enslaved, assaulted, killed-

His fists tightened.

But also rather selfishly, he couldn't bare the thought of accepting himself as a romantic. A wedding ceremony and honeymoon is all too intimate for one such as himself, he's supposed to be revered and invoke terror.

You placed a soft hand across his own, easing the tension.

“I just want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“That I'm yours? What about you?”

“They already know who I belong to”. You said with a sly smile, moving down your kimono donning several hickeys and bites.

You moved so you were sitting on his lap, he sat up and looked up at you with half-lidded eyes.

“I want you to do what it takes to become the strongest so we can get married and you won't worry.”

You placed your hands on his chest and rubbed circles across his toned muscles.

He wasn't just scared of the enemy though; he was scared of losing himself. If he had no restraints, if he was away from his chain of reason and humanity- he couldn't hide the monster you suppressed. and the thought of him losing himself to madness didn't scare him- rather it stressed him out. The uncertainty of it all, the darkness he had been able to hide behind your shining light.

You laid down on him again and his arms instinctively found solace around you.

“Do you know what it would take for me to do this?”

“I do.”

“I’d be gone more. I might change.”

“Life is short, don’t waste it all on me.”

“It’s not a waste if it’s with you.”

You hummed in contentment as you nuzzled into his neck and closed your eyes.

"I know you'll never hurt me."

He exhaled a long sigh unfurrowing his brows. You were his humanity, so as long as he had you, it would be fine.

Right?

To gain power he needed to fight, which meant longer trips. But with your blessing he persisted, even if time away from you was torture.

“Protect them with your life or I'll ruin yours.”

Was the threat he gave to everyone as he left you alone.

He hated it. Absolutely fucking despised it Whether he was gone for two days or two months.

And he quickly learned how to take that rage and loneliness and warp it into his new growing obsession- power.

A name had begun to spring around Japan, as the man who never lost.

Rumors sprung of a monster terrorizing the region in which he reigned, and the ones outside of it.

Each time he came back to you he had to remind himself who he was, with your saccharine kisses, delicate touches, and careless whispers. Such a stark contrast to the pure filth and violence he was subjugating himself to.

But each time he left you, a piece of him stayed behind.

You never cared for the details of what he was doing, ignorance was bliss after all.

Until he came home with blood on his hands.

“Sukuna…”

You had gone in to kiss him, and you brought his hand up to your face. But that was when you noticed it.

“It’s not mine, don’t worry.” he said reassuringly, as if that was somehow better.

You stuffed it down. He’s a good man who loves you- he would never hurt you.

It was like a raging fire inching closer to you, but so long as you couldn't feel it, you could keep looking away.

You were looking around for him, trying to find his company as you carried your feet across the estate.

“Sukunaa!” You sang.

He came out from a corridor and closed it behind him.

“I was just thinking about…!”

Scarlet was scattered across his body as if he had been painted like a fine canvas.

You froze. A surge of fresh anxiety hit your veins as your eyes wandered down to the bottom of the door, what was behind it?

“Y/n”

He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him- his eyes were dead.

This was not your Sukuna.

You tried pushing him away, but he didn't let up. Instead his grip tightened.

“Did you know that your handmaid liked you? They were going to confess to you.”

He whispered.

“Stop…”

“To think that i’ve let myself fall from such grace that everyone has forgotten who you belong too.”

“Sukuna…”

You were not unfamiliar with bouts of jealousy. Of rough nights of fucking and hands on your neck. But in his eyes, there was always love, always sensual and caring underneath those layers of grit and abrasion. Extensive and precise control over his actions so as to not truly irreparably damage you. An air of caution and attention to detail to see if you were okay.

His grip was bruising, nails piercing the skin as rivulets of blood graced your skin.

He feverishly kissed you, shoving his tongue past your teeth in an aggressive movement.

You whimpered into him trying to leave, but each time you resisted he squeezed harder. He clogged your airways with his persistence and left you in shock. Pain began to violently spread where his grip was held.

He eventually pulled away as you stayed breathless and panting.

“Sukuna you're scaring m-”

“Don’t go in there. I can’t help you if you do.”

He cut you off as he released you and signaled for the nearest servant for them to clean the mess. Then he walked away.

Your eyes flickered to the cracked door behind him, terror coursing through your veins as you wondered what was inside.

The bruise on your hip blossomed shades of yellow and purple sharing an eerie resemblance to the blue lotuses in the garden.

You sat as hot tears glazed your face as the nurse dabbed your wound clean.

Small crescent-shaped abrasions graced across your hues of painted skin, artistic in a way.

The maid cleaning your wounds said nothing as you cried. too scared of what would happen if she dared utter a word.

She wrapped your wound in a cotton bandage, and instructed you to rest.

You leaned back admiring the hardwood walls and paintings, tears eventually ceasing as you lay alone, and cried alone.

The next few months it only got worse. He would be gone for even longer periods, and he limited your access to the outside world. At first, you could go with an escort, but now only him. And he was never there.

You started to write letters. To him, while he was gone, but you never gave them to him. Writing helped you clear your head.

But who you were writing to wasn't the man who was alive today, it was the one who you knew before you sent him off to become the strongest.

Sukuna,

I hope this letter finds you well. Because I, selfishly, am not. I am scared. I am irrefutably alone. Things are dimming and becoming gray, I find myself terrified in your presence, and terribly lonesome in your absence. I am in purgatory. Unable to move, or breathe, I can't even find the words to…

You sniffled as you dipped the pen back into its ink holder and slid into a cold bed.

You spent that night sobbing. At first quietly, but then you could no longer hold back the choked sobs that echoed through your shared bedroom.

You had to make a decision.

And so, you hid the final letter and packed your things.

And left within the dead of night.

A monstrous roar echoed through the decorated walls.

He violently worked his way through the entire estate, ripping doors and dropping ceramics.

“What did I say?!”

His voice almost echoed, filling the halls and invoking terror.

Anyone unfortunate enough to be met in his path was either yelled at, mauled, or both.

A trail of corpses and pools of crimson met his feet as he stormed through the halls.

“I gave everyone ONE job. And none of you know where they went?!”

Uraume ran up behind him and hovered a hand over his shoulder.

“Lord Sukuna! Perhaps this is a good thing.”

He turned around to face her, and with his silence, she continued.

“Now we can focus on your reign! You can inst-”

She was knocked to the ground.

“Mind your place.”

She put a hand over her face as blood gushed from her nose,

“I'll deal with you later.”

His words were toxic, malicious and deep,

“L-Lord sukuna!”

A lady wearing nurses' robes bowed on the ground.

“I may have information!" her voice shook.

“Well? Tell me!” He shouted

She got up and shuffled over to your room. Sukuna following close behind.

She slid the door open and the sight shocked him.

Your clothes were strewn across the floor, as well as papers, ink, and personal belongings.

You must've left distressed.

Without hesitation she went over to the corner where your writing station was, and popped open a loose floorboard, revealing dozens of letters. All were addressed to Sukuna.

She handed them over to him as she bowed her head to the ground.

He grabbed them and began rampantly flipping through as his face fell. He sat down on the shared bed, and he hung onto every word, every affirmation, and every syllable.

He brought his head up, a fury in his eyes.

“Pack my things.”

The nurse nodded and scurried away.

He had a death induced grip on the papers, crinkling and tearing under his hold.

He set off at night, alone.

“I will find you even if I must sacrifice each living soul and cast myself to hell.”

He made a vow to himself.

He stormed through each village and town slaughtering every person he saw after he asked his question.

No one knew what he was talking about, even after he killed their families. Some people would lie, but he could tell- resulting in their death as well.

His newfound senses and strength had allowed him to know the general direction in which you went, but not specifically where you were.

He pillaged through Japan on a vicious spree of mass genocide. Bodies strewn out like constellations across what was once green grass.

Men, women, children, babies. All were just sacks of useless weak flesh that stood in the way.

He would cross the occasional Jujutsu sorcerer, but he didn’t even care.

They all bleed the same.

He had worked his way through the night, until it was sunrise. And he didn’t sleep, he continued his rampage.

Throughout the next two days, an utter massacre as one of the most tragic events befell Japan. The countryside's peaceful silence was marked with grotesque screams, crop fields and farms now watered by blood. Corpses stacked into mounds of death.

Until he finally reached his destination. It had been days, but he knew he was there.

He could smell you.

A small clearing in the forest, with a small village no larger a population than 40 people.

He had warped into a beast, not quite physically yet, but the toll of murder to this degree puts a mark on one’s soul.

A specific hut with smoke arising from it similar to your cooking, the door creaked open.

You were sipping on tea, and talking with a member of the family that had offered you shelter, tending to the food- when the door creaked open.

The shaded figure bore dead soulless eyes, blood of varying stages of exposure, sharp teeth, and a cruel face.

“I found you.”

Your eyes shot open, and your heart began to beat faster as he approached.

“Excuse me! Sir? You ca-“

The sentence was interrupted and followed by a brief momentary silence, carried out by his body collapsing, missing a head.

Some of the blood splattered on your cheek.

“S..sukuna….”

You squeaked out with bloodshot eyes.

You backed yourself against the wall as he drew closer.

“Stop it please…”

He loomed over you, casting a deep shadow until he got down on his knees to be closer to you.

“You’ve got blood on your face.”

He brought a stained thumb to your cheek and wiped the blood from your soft skin.

“Let’s go home. I’ll discipline you later.”

He tried pulling you up by your wrist but you resisted.

“I’m not going!”

He picked you up with a fluid movement and threw you over his shoulder. You kicked, but it was for nothing. You had no effect on him.

He started walking out of the house as you saw the remains of the one who once offered you headless at your captors feet.

Tears began to form in your eyes as you saw the form get smaller and smaller.

You really did try and resist, you did. You pushed and shoved and clawed, but he ignored you as if you weren’t even there.

“Why are you doing this...?”

Your voice was weak.

He stayed quiet. Simply looking forward as he walked.

“I don’t like who you are anymore... I don’t feel safe.”

He stopped.

“Who’s idea was it for me to travel and get stronger?”

You jumped

“I didn’t know that it meant this!”

“Oh please. What did you think I was doing? Dancing? How else does one become powerful? You aren’t that stupid are you?”

He was right. You knew he was a killer, you had just denied it to yourself to live in your happy bubble. Tears continued to stream down your face.

You eventually fell limp and tired from the energy and exhaust, giving up for now.

He set you down at a tree as he began collecting firewood.

“Stay.”

Sukuna stayed close as he gathered sticks and logs nearby.

You shivered as night fell. Leaning against a lonesome tree and hugging yourself tightly, trying to choke back your sobs. Your situation dawning on you cruelly like a whip.

Hearing the sounds of footsteps approaching you, you turned around to see Sukuna shirtless as he held his robe over you.

“Take it.”

With a shaky hand you held onto it, and he helped drape it over you.

He put the final sticks in the pile, and you watched as he created a fire from his own hand, you were much too tired to even question how he could do that. And lit the log.

He made himself comfortable in the grass as his eyes met yours. You flinched upon the contact.

“I thought you died.”

He said in a gravelly voice. One that resonates through your entire body.

“I- I’m sorry…”

He tilted his head to the side.

“You’re not allowed outside again after this understand?”

You furrowed your brows and frowned, looking away.

You didn’t understand how he was remaining so casual, talking to you as if he didn’t just kidnap you and murder people.

You buried yourself in the familiar scent of his clothes. They were musty, but it was all you had.

Comforting yourself with him from him.

“Answer me.”

“Okay…”

“Okay what?”

“I understand.”

“Now go to sleep.”

“I can’t when you’re watching me.”

You wiped your eyes and sniffled, trying not to think about the situation.

“I don’t care.”

You desperately tried to sleep. To close your eyes and forget the day. But then you would feel the monstrous breathing behind you.

You swear he's a little taller than the last time you saw him.

Eventually as the night passed, the crackle of the fire lulled you into something close enough to sleep. When your breaths were slowed, he inched closer to you, laying down behind you.

The blaze of the dying fire dwindled and failed to distract you from your own thoughts. You slowly turned to face the beast behind you to see him asleep, audibly letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

The warmth he emitted was solace. And his peaceful face hid the killer within.

Maybe you could lie to yourself long enough to make this work, maybe you could pretend it was all okay.

You clenched your eyes and shook the thought away.

It’ll all be better in the morning.

His eyelids fluttered open, rays of light peeking behind the blinds to reveal your sleeping form breathing rhythmically in short paces.

He knew he shouldn’t be indulging in this.

But something about the attention filled a hole in him he never thought he needed filled.

He was always enough for himself.

It was only temporary he thought, as he sat up and eased out of bed.

Walking to the bathroom to brush his teeth and shower, as quietly as he could.

This really wasn’t like him. But he had just gotten so used to your unfamiliarity, to your sporadic actions and intangible remarks.

Even after over a month of living together, he still hadn’t aired out the mystery of you. He decided for the first time to just let it be for a while, let it sit- because things were too good the way they were right now.

One of you would start cooking or making tea and coffee, then twenty minutes later like clockwork the other would begrudgingly dredge in the kitchen with tired eyes and messy hair, sitting in a chair and accepting whatever plate of food or beverage was slid their way.

This morning, he was feeling particularly lazy and decided to order food. Something he knew you would have no objection to, considering the last time he cooked you called it “the nastiest tasting excuse for shit food” you had ever tasted.

Truth was it wasn’t terrible. And your attempts at cooking weren’t much better. But it felt nice practicing together.

He pulled out his phone and began putting in the food as he plopped himself down on the couch. kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

He could hear your disinclined footsteps from the other side of the big yet humble house make its way over to you.

“For someone so rich I really wish you had a guest bedroom. You snore.”

“That’s a pretty interesting way of thanking me for letting you live here for free.”

You drank a glass of water and made your way over to the couch, sitting down next to him before abruptly collapsing and falling your head into his lap.

“I can't live in my apartment remember?”

“What are you feeling for breakfast, sugary or savory?”

“Sugary.”

You rolled over to be facing upwards, staring at the bleak and perfectly eggshell white ceiling.

“A person after my own heart.”

He finished sending in the order as he set his phone down and also kicked his head up.

“Why is your house so boring? It wouldn’t kill you to paint it pink or something.”

“Pink? Really?”

“Sorry, blue.”

You looked over at his upwards facing chin, admiring his features until he looked down at you, causing you to avert your gaze.

“It’s rude to stare.”

You simply huffed and sat upright.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You love it.”

“I’m gonna go take a shower.”

You stood up and scampered away avoiding his remark as he shouted at you.

“Don’t slip and fall!”

You really shouldn’t be getting used to it. But this routine was so comfortable to you now. And for both of you, served a purpose outside yourselves. A selfishly selfless act.

For you, the safety and regiment you so desperately needed to ground yourself after all the change and trauma you had witnessed in the last month. Being with Gojo was a slow addiction. you tell yourself you can quit anytime, but realize too late that you can’t live without it.

For him, the wild and crazy circumstances of the whole thing made it too delicious to quit. The sheer absurdity of it all for him- you being an exception. It was a stronger but fleeting high.

You had been making impeccable progress, as far as he was concerned. Which was good, because there was so much banking on your success. So much more than you knew.

You dreamt about him again. All these memories keep resurfacing that you never had. You suddenly developed an interest in ancient Japan and Jujutsu society, taking in any history about it that you could.

Physically, you still had a long way to go before you reached your full potential, but you were trying.

You hadn’t been on a mission in several weeks, learning only the basics such as how to wield a weapon and concentrating cursed energy at will. But seemingly everyday it gets a little easier.

You let the hot water roll over your body, an act almost cleansing in the physical and spiritual sense. The steam awakens your senses, and you rest easy knowing when you get out food will be waiting for you in the kitchen. That all things are as they should be for the time being.

The weather is slowly getting colder, as fall creeps its way over summer. Leading you to wear warmer clothing, a long sleeve and pants. You step out into the kitchen drying the remnants of water in your hair using your mostly damp towel, the smell of food hitting your nose.

“This is the real reason why I stick around Satoru.”

“Really? Nothing else?”

You didn't even entertain him as you ripped open the bags filled with stacks of delectable goodness.

Adjacent to you he got two plates out and utensils, the both of you began setting your plates.

“Oh and also, you have a mission tomorrow.”

You halted your movements abruptly, slowly turning your head to his unbothered disposition.

“And you just thought to tell me?”

Venom laced your words.

“I didn't want you to be mad at me! you get scary.”

You took a deep breath and spoke behind gritted teeth.

“Okay. Care to tell me more?”

Aggressively shoving food on your plate, he stepped a couple paces farther from you.

“There's been reports of a higher ranked curse going around, weird stuff keeps happening, people dying, mutilation, blah blah. You’ll be accompanied by a pro this time rather than just babysitting.”

“Alright. And will my life be in danger? Are you hiding the details from me again, so I have no idea what I'm walking into?”

“Nope! Not this time.”

He walked away with his plate of food and sat on the couch.

“Are there any other details you'd like to disclose before I find out the truth?”

“Not particularly.”

He said before a big bite.

You very annoyingly sat down as far away from him as possible.

“I better not find out you're lying to me.”

“Just watch a pro at work, that’s all you gotta do.”

“Do I at least get a weapon?”

The first thing you notice about Nanami is his deliberate ability to make any situation feel more or less stressful.

His face bore little to no reactions, his posture stiff and correct, his voice commanding.

He made a lasting impression.

The second thing you noticed was that he was also handsome. Not pretty like Gojo or cute like Yuuji, but handsome.

You trudged through the tunnel of a dark sewer. You had to remain strong. As difficult as it had been to accept over the last weeks, this was going to be your life now.

You honestly didn’t know what to expect.

“You’ve been misinformed I assume.”

He broke the silence.

“Probably. I have a terrible teacher.”

“Sounds in character for him. What all do you know of the situation?”

“Basically nothing.”

You felt that feeling again, of being in the dark. Quite literally and metaphorically.

“Itadori and I have done most of the leg work already, the hunt for this transfigurer and tracking its location.”

“Transfigurer?”

“I suppose I should prepare your for what you are about to see. If at all it becomes stressful I understand if you want to leave.”

He took your affirming nod and silence as a means to continue his explanation.

“This curse can alter one’s physical shape into anything it desires. It’s a truly grotesque and disgusting power. Which is why I take urgency to exorcise it.”

“By ones physical shape do you mean…?”

“Humans.”

You felt a tightness well in your throat.

“You’re new to this, and if I’m being frank this assignment was not the best to be one of your first. But I suppose this is a good way to throw you into the field and begin developing your tolerance.”

Tolerance? You wondered what he meant.

As honest as he was, you knew he was hiding information from you.

“Nanami, I have a question.”

He continued in silence, your sign to continue.

“Is Satoru hiding something from me?”

He pushed his glasses up and came to a stop.

“It’s not my place to say.”

That made your stomach drop.

“I will tell you this, no single functional mind could comprehend that man’s intentions.”

He continued walking. A shared silence as you felt torn between not wanting to pry, and desperately needing to know more.

“Whenever we find what we’re looking for, I want you to stay a consistent 20 paces behind me at all time. If you get in the way it could compromise your safety as well as mine.”

You simply nodded. Far too on edge to properly respond.

You weren’t going to question his authority, especially when his confidence made you feel at ease. Usually being commanded on what to would have made you livid, but now you could do nothing but listen. It was mostly silence.

You just kept trudging the seemingly endless tunnel on edge until something happened.

“H-e…lp m…e…”

A distorted and raspy voice was heard beyond in the darkness.

You froze. Immediately following Nanami’s rule and slowly easing yourself several feet behind him.

And you’re glad you did, when what you saw made you feel dizzy.

A creature with four legs and deep purple skin, eyes on opposite side of its head an no neck.

Without any hesitation or time to process, Nanami sliced across its chest and with a single blow, killed it. It’s body falling limp at his feet as he continued walking.

You attempted to remain calm. Seeing as how he was, you were scared of what he may think if you freaked out, you couldn’t imagine burdening him during a serious moment and messing things up.

“Those are what I was talking about, transfigured bodies.”

“That was once a…”

You walked by it, footing unsteady, giving one last fleeting glance at the cadaver.

“Now you see why we need to eliminate this curse.”

Sudden emotion over took you as you continued walking, remembering its eyes. Human eyes.

You shook your head. Choosing to not care in the moment.

That cycle repeated. A monster crosses your path, Nanami slashes it, and you continue down the endless paths of dim tunnels.

You weren’t exactly a master at this or anything relating, but it didn’t take a genius to notice your comrades growing irritation.

“Are you okay?” You muttered

“I only wish this curse would show itself. Even if these are disfigured and beyond help, killing humans leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”

“Oh Good Good!”

A different voice approached from the darkness; a sudden gut-wrenching feeling overcame.

“I was really worried someone strong would show up. But you two should be easy to experiment on!”

Nanami seemed unbothered. Pushing his glasses upwards. They stood in an uneasy silence for a moment. Just a moment.

And before you knew it a series of blows were exchanged faster than your eyes could keep up with. You didn’t even see who attacked first.

All you could do was try and stay out of his way.

The curse suddenly slid back several feet. Wide eyed.

“Was that some kind of cursed technique? I should’ve blocked it.”

“What do you mean some kind? I don’t appreciate questions that are left to interpretation”

“Oh good, seems you don’t mind talking!”

“That depends on who I’m talking to.”

“Guess I’m special then huh?”

This curse oozed a certain arrogance which reminded you eerily of Gojo.

You stopped breathing when he pointed to you.

“And who’s that then?”

Nanami stepped further in front of you to block his view. You were honestly shocked he could see you; you were so far back in the darkness that you could barely even tell what was going on.

“That doesn’t concern you.”

“Emotional support? I guess your job does get pretty tricky huh? Humans can’t handle much.”

“They're my colleague.”

He tapped his foot on the ground, seemingly thinking something.

“Hey what do you think came first? The body, or the soul?”

You both had a confused look.

“Y’know like chicken and the egg? Is the soul inside the body, or is the body outside the soul?”

“The former.”

He was tense. You didn’t like the air around you; the whole situation was awkward. You had been looking at curses as non-human things to ease the guilt and trauma, but to know that they could talk and be coherent, sent you someplace dark.

“Wrong. The soul always exists before the body.”

Nanami looked like he could care less.

“It’s the source of my power. I transform the shape of my soul; it’s not healing or shapeshifting like many believe.”

Out of nowhere a creature summoned at his hand.

“I make humans small and store them, it’s pretty hard Y’know?”

You watched as Nanami checked his watch and muttered something under his breath.

“An ordinary person dies after being transfigured. I wonder what will happen to you jujutsu sorcerers…”

So much had happened you struggled to make sense of any of it. You no longer knew how much time had passed. You would have guessed fifteen minutes- but knew it was probably longer.

They were ruthless. The punches, the kicks, the blocking and dodging. You felt too appalled to do anything and too interested to look away.

Somehow this felt familiar to you. Watching it all was like replaying a movie you had seen when you were a young child. Details blurred and specifics unknown, but a certain naturalness came with it once you saw it again.

“I'm now officially working overtime.”

Nanami eased his tie, and a sudden shift was felt in the air.

“So, you have a way to get stronger from fighting past a certain time huh? You’re not half bad.”

He sported a sickening smile through the entire ordeal. One that made your insides curl.

You watched as the ground beneath Nanami shifted beneath him and lifting him up, another deformed body had been conjured and was serving as an impromptu ledge. He crouched and wiped his thumb across a crying face.

“I’ve mastered transfiguring souls without killing them. Try not to feel too bad.”

“I don’t let personal feelings affect my work.”

It all suddenly hit you. He changes the shape of people into grotesque… things. And all the while they stay fully conscious and feeling.

“You’re such a terrible liar! About this and your ‘colleague’.”

A strong sense of justice took over you.

“So, you just transform people into whatever you want? Just because you look like a freak doesn’t mean everyone else does too!”

A sudden sense of Deja Vu came over you, remembering when your fear left your body in place of anger when you were fighting that special grade curse. You were no longer yourself, just your emotions.

Nanami looked back at you shocked, and judging by the curses face, he was as well.

“Well I’ll be damned. The cheer section has some voice. What rank are you? I hardly defected any cursed energy from you before. I thought you weren’t even a sorcerer!”

“I don’t have a rank.”

Nanami sighed. Clearly annoyed at the fighting and provoking.

“You should get one soon so we can have a proper fight. I’m really looking forward to seeing what would happen to that deformed soul of yours once I get a hold of it.”

You went to open your mouth.

“That’s enough.”

Nanami butted in before you two could insult each other again.

“And what about you my blonde-haired friend? What’s your rank.”

“Grade 1.”

“So, you’re strong huh? Perfect for experimentation. Both of you make a fine pair. First, I just have to get rid of the bodyguard!”

Suddenly, the hand of the curse slammed against Nanami's stomach, flat-palmed. They stood still for a brief moment.

It felt like time stopped.

Did he kill him? Was something going to happen? What would happen if Nanami died? You can’t fight this guy by yourself!

Panic started to set in, and you had to fight every natural instinct telling you to run away.

“Looks like your soul is being subconsciously protected by cursed energy. But that’s no worry, another 2-3 times you’ll no longer be human!”

As much as you hated this helpless feeling, you were learning a lot.

Learning how weak and ignorant you were, and how strong you could be. Nanami was inspiring, unlike Gojo who flaunted strength and barely delivered, Nanami showed and didn’t boast. He simply acted, strength just coming to him, and it suited him well.

“Y’know you’re getting kind of boring.”

He looked back to you.

You felt a breeze hit your face, followed by a hand on your shoulder.

He was behind you.

“You’re much more interesting.”

Nanami gritted his teeth and ran back to you quickly, with a face that could only be described as something between concern and fear. He aimed a critical hit, but his blade was met with nothing, causing him to stumble forward but gracefully compose himself.

The curse was far behind him.

Your knees buckled. You didn’t even see him move, he was well over thirty feet away and he suddenly appeared behind you- you felt your throat tighten and your lungs fail to collect air as the shock subsided.

Your heart started racing, your hands clenched, and face flushed.

“Well I’ll be damned! Nothing happened when I touched you either!”

Suddenly, Nanami lunged at the curse, swinging his weapon to which the curse dodged.

He shouted at you.

“Hey! Are you aware of your unique soul?”

You figured it was best to not engage at all. Swallowing a nervous lump in your throat.

“Your fight is with me, leave them alone.”

“Why bring them along then? It doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that their soul is in a different shape, does it?”

“A different shape?”

You muttered out.

“Yeah! I’ve never seen anything like it. You two are sure an unforgettable pair. I really wonder what would happen if my cursed technique worked on you.”

“Y/n.”

Nanami's voice cleared the space of your spiraling thoughts.

“Leave.”

You hesitated for a second, before turning around and letting your feet carry out as fast as you could, back where you came in from. You heard fighting and struggling behind you as you disappeared into the dark, not daring to turn around.

When you reached the entrance, you nearly vomited.

You held your stomach and doubled over, supporting yourself on some near railing, the events finally settling in.

Everything seemed to be delayed in these slowly turning familiar terrifying circumstances.

You were panting and shaking- trying desperately to compose yourself.

“Y/n?”

You slowly turned your head up trying not to hurl as the images and phrases repeated in your head.

It was Yuuji, accompanied by a black-haired teen you hadn’t seen before.

“Are you okay?”

He looked so concerned.

“Y-yeah. Just…”

You felt bile build up in your throat, moving a hand over your mouth and the other to hold up your pointer finger in a ‘one second’ motion.

The boys looked at each other awkwardly.

“Just... adapting.”

“I get it. It was hard for me too, in the beginning.”

A still silence sat for a moment.

“Wanna come with us? we could sit down somewhere and maybe get you a drink or something?”

You slowly nodded your head yes.

The darker-haired boy didn’t seem to talk at all as you and a Yuuji conversed, maybe he was just shy. You didn't care enough at the moment to ask questions though.

The three of you sat on concrete steps overlooking a river, holding sodas.

“They were people once. And when I finally found that out, I just couldn’t hold back this feeling of dread.”

“Yeah. I felt the same way.”

“How do you do it? Keep it together? You both lived normal lives then suddenly had to throw it all away for monsters and magic.”

“You don’t have a choice. These things, they’re true evil. They’re not people, and they only exist to kill. And I guess, knowing that they exist and that I can do something about it is better than not doing anything at all.”

You sat on that. This was a chance for you to better the world, to make a change.

“I guess I never thought about it like that.”

“And Y’know, you don’t get any awards or medals or credit or anything. No ordinary person will ever know what you do for them, but you have a community to share that with. It’s not like Spider-Man where he goes home every day and has to pretend everything is normal. You have friends who are like you!"

“Did you just compare Jujutsu society to Spider-man?”

“It works doesn’t it!” He flashed you a smile that made you feel better.

It does.

“I just don’t think I’m ready. Ready to fight… monsters or anything.”

“Not many people are. I guess I’m an exception because I want to help people more than anything. You just got to find that motivation!”

What motivates you?

You wanted to help people. But not as passionately as Yuuji did. You weren’t angry enough to take it out on curses like Gojo suggested, and you weren’t calculated like Nanami where you could treat this like a day-to-day job.

So why even do this? Self-defense?

Your head perked up.

“Answers.”

Yuuji turned his head over at you in confusion.

“Huh?”

“I want answers.” Your fist tightened.

“I have to go, thank you.”

Yuuji and the other boy stared at you as you walked off.

You stormed inside the home after unlocking the front door.

You took off your shoes and walked past Gojo on the couch. You didn’t utter a single word to him.

“So, how’d it go?”

“Tell me the truth.”

“I asked you a question first.”

He joked, but quickly his smile dropped as he saw the seething expression on your face.

“I want answers, Satoru. No more half truths or bullshit.”

With a blank expression he stood up, walking over to you.

“What do you want to know?”

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wystericwoes · 7 months

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Doomed pt.4

Warnings: cursing, slight smut, mild descriptions of violence, lore accurate Gojo and Sukuna, Sukuna's domain so blood and bones n shit, psychoanalyzing Gojo, emotions, mild implications to toxic relationships

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

"ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔱 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔭 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢, 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔢."

If Sukuna's timeline was a road, you were a deer that ran through it.

The moment the car impacts against it and you know you just took a life. At first you may feel reverence, guilt, shame, or even dread. But inevitably, you just stare at the pathetic body beneath you. And you must move on.

He’s changed, and you don’t even remember him.

You brought out the best in him. Or at least the best he could be, but that was a long time ago.

So, he had to make a decision.

You tapped on the windows of his soul, and he couldn’t help but open it. Little did he know that you would manage to vortex your soul and come powering through as a seemingly unstoppable force.

The second he came back in the body of Yuji, his soul awakened.

Something was off. Something was missing. Something wasn’t right.

And all the questions and all the answers had you standing in the center.

He comes back, and you gain powers, He gets close to you, and he feels weaker, but you become stronger. And vice versa.

Luckily, he had a personal drone that he could manifest an eye on and begin to keep it on you like a hawk.

And un/fortunately for him, you keep getting stuck with Yuuji.

What he doesn’t like however, is your innate curiosity.

You shouldn’t want to be near him, and yet, any chance you get you keep naively wanting to talk to him.

Do you not know by now?

Do you not know who you were to him? And what he did to you?

“I’m going to tell you this once.”

You stared at him, wide eyed and attentive.

“Don’t talk to me anymore.”

You were shocked.

“Why not?”

“Because I can kill you. Is that not reason enough?”

“But you haven’t!”

He tched.

“Stupid.”

Your heart was pounding. White spots in the corner of your vision.

“I just have some questions.”

“I don’t have to answer them.”

“Then don’t.”

Fuck. You haven’t changed. You were still dumb and wide-eyed as ever, always so stubborn.

You didn’t know how to ask him what you wanted to ask. If he didn’t know what you were talking about, you would seem crazier than you already were.

“Do- do you know anything about…”

He looked at you. A blank expression.

You gulped at his stare.

“About me?”

He was completely unreadable. And that terrified you.

He simply stared at you like you were stupid and remained silent.

You started to sweat, how much time did you have left?

“Okay… sorry. Ignore that.”

You could feel the adrenaline being pumped through your veins.

“You’re the king of curses, so do you know why everything is happening so suddenly with curses and my powers and whatever?”

“That’s a title given to me by sorcerers. I have no way of knowing that.”

He looked annoyed.

“Shit… sorry.”

You really were the same. Always apologizing when you were nervous, even when you had no reason to.

“I can buy us 2 minutes. Make it quick.”

“Shit yeah. Um, what happened last time we met?”

He raised a brow, confused.

“Do you not remember?”

“No. I forgot… I think I passed out.”

“I can’t answer that, but I will tell you one thing out of respect for you.”

You perked up. Respect?

“Don’t trust Gojo Satoru.”

“What? Why?”

“You’ll have to figure it out. I don’t know much about it myself.”

He spoke so properly, whenever you talked after you felt like a child in comparison.

“Okay one last one.”

Your breath was heavy, and hands were shaking.

“Why haven’t you hurt me?”

He looked you up and down. His gaze was penetrating, you felt like you had nothing against him, nothing protecting you in this moment right now.

“Do you want me to?”

“No! I’m just- I'm confused- you’re not as bad as everyone says you are, and I don’t know what to do! Nothing makes sense right now, and no one’s telling me anything!”

“Why should I?”

He said in a dismissive tone.

“Because you’re the only person who I feel like isn’t lying to me.”

Stupid. Too trusting.

He stayed silent. His gaze unmoving, you shifted uncomfortably.

“I can’t stall any longer. Don’t reach me again. If anyone finds out they might kill you, I might kill you. You wear down my patience and your voice annoys me.”

“I…- “

You cut yourself off, watching as his eyes closed and he shifted back into Yuuji.

He blinked his eyes a few times before looking at you.

“What happened?”

You didn’t know what you looked like. But you quickly realized it wasn’t normal, and took a deep breath, fixing yourself.

“Nothing. What I thought was gonna happen.”

Luckily, he wasn’t interested in asking questions. And kept his curiosity to himself. He could see that you were upset, so he left it at that.

“So… what movie do you wanna watch next?”

You softly smiled. He was a good person. A nice change of pace from all the uncertainty in your life.

And after your talk with Sukuna, you never heard the rabbit scream bloody murder again.

Have you ever been so mad that your vision was blurry, and your thoughts just ceased?

Well, you weren't there yet, but you were really fucking close.

And what caused your knuckles to turn white, and your blood pressure to rise beyond earth's atmosphere rhymed with Sojo Gatoru.

You were so frustrated that someone who you thought was the only stability right now was the one who was thoroughly fucking you over.

You didn’t even want to go over to his place, but his shower is nice and if what he means is true about people wanting you dead- then you can stay another couple of nights mad at him.

It beats being in the dorms anyway.

But you didn’t know what to believe now, was he lying about that too? The fact that your uncertainty had led you to believe what Sukuna said over the supposed “good guys”.

Luckily Gojo wasn’t a total idiot and didn’t show up that night. So, he had some self-awareness after all.

You had just gotten out of the shower and into a change of clothes, when you heard to doorbell ring.

Your blood was boiling, he really had the balls to show up after he knew how upset you were? You stomped over to the door and slung it open only to be met with… food.

You were a little less upset now. But still upset!

Why would he have rung the doorbell on his own house anyway? You mentally face-palmed yourself realizing. Your mind had been on the fritz ever since your conversation with Sukuna.

"Don't trust Gojo Satoru."

Was this the truth? Or a manipulative ploy?

You shook your head and dispersed the thoughts. Shoving stressful moments into the back of your head and instead focusing on something you could trust. Free food.

In your anger, you settled on abusing the ever-living shit out of Gojo's house. Not literally, just in the disregard for how his electrical and water bills are affected.

You drank the expensive wines and binged the endless stream of TV subscriptions, surrounded yourself in fluffy blankets and supple silks.

As much as you hate him right now, you loved how annoyingly good his bathroom was. The whole house really. A modernized rustic home with Japanese influence. You were surprised he didn't live in some penthouse, but there's also a lot of evidence that he's hardly here.

His fridge is mostly empty with the exception of a variety of drinks and some organic snacks like fancy dips and cheeses. No meals, no produce. The same goes for his pantry- which had some non-perishable goods like rice, chips, and sweets. That must've been why he was sending you so much food, because he was aware of how sad his stash was.

It's amazing that he could ever bring anyone over here. What does he do for dinner? Wait for take-out? Not necessarily romantic. Or most likely he's more of a 'haste and baste' kind of guy. Bring them over, fuck, then repeat.

You almost shuddered at the thought.

Once you were done eating, you went to the bathroom. Paper doors slid open to reveal an at-home spa and sauna. The marble countertops perfectly contrasted with the hardwood floors. But the most beautiful part was the deep onyx tiles that coated the inside of the shower and bath.

The bathtub was modern, and the handles fit perfectly in your palms.

You have no idea how Satoru doesn't spend much time here, it's absolutely stunning.

The long bath was what you needed, the hot water kneading your muscles and soothing the tension that your body carried. Nearly orgasmic quality in the way it made you feel, the steam opening your pores and relaxing you to your core.

You lolled your head back against the tub and closed your eyes.

He held your hand as he guided you into the Onsen.

The steam spread across your body, welcoming you inside, its tendrils dancing around you both in a messy waltz.

You had to put your hair up, as you stepped in, he made you grow it out longer than it had ever been before- because he liked it that way.

He ogled you shamelessly as the water enveloped you like a womb.

With one drawn-out sigh, you threw your head back. The newest spring added to the estate, overlooking the sunset. Painted skies, delicate leaves, and welcoming waters were your favorite kind of nights.

He dedicated at least one night a week to you and alone time. When he wasn't out conquering lands and dominating dictators.

You were his special little secret. His Achilles heel, and above all else, his exception.

This was before he had killed thousands, before he had grown four arms and was donned "King of curses."

When he maybe still had a chance.

You were his first true love, right before power. which he had recently been on an ever-increasing and concerning pursuit of. But for now, you let yourself live in willful ignorance.

A mistake that you would end up soon regretting.

You blinked the sleep out of your eyes, you had dozed off. The water was now lukewarm, your fingers pruned and neck sore.

"Well, that was a waste of a good bath..." you sighed and got out with a strained grunt.

Pulling the nearest towel over to you and drying yourself off, you decided you should go to bed.

You started to hate that bed. If not for its silky smoothness and cloud-like mattress, you would sleep on the couch.

It was unnecessarily huge- easily a king. And sleeping in alone served as the cruelest reminder that you were more alone than ever when sleeping over as an esteemed guest.

When you finally sunk into bed, it smelled like him. Which was both relaxing and distressing.

You had thrown on one of his shirts to feel a little closer to him. But even being in his bed you never felt farther away, and you couldn't stand it.

Maybe sleep would be more welcoming, so you succumbed to it.

Your eyes gently opened, but the bed was a lot harder, and colder.

You noticed the kink in your neck was gone, but so was the bed. instead, you rested upon a ground of crimson, rippling beneath you from every movement.

It was more than a dream, but it wasn't quite real either.

You sat up, the first thing you noticed was a chain on your ankle.

Then the second, bones. You were inside a ribcage.

This would usually be the moment when you would scream, but you remained quiet- in more of a silent shock, your mouth agape and heart beating more and more rapidly.

That was when you followed your eyes down the chain, to a pile of throne-shaped human skeletal remains. You let out a sharp gasp, bringing a hand up to your hand upon seeing the last person you would've expected.

Sukuna.

He was donned in godly white robes, eyes closed. A sleeping beast, and you had fallen straight into the den.

You didn't make a peep. Frantically looking around for any escape.

As you were shifting, you moved the chain. You cringed as you turned around to see that he was now awake. He had felt the chain move because it was attached to his ankle as well.

He looked at you with the most emotion you had seen in his face so far, and that emotion was shock.

So at least you weren't the only one who was confused here.

"What did I tell you?" His voice was low and guttural, and absolutely terrifying.

Panic creeped its way through you from the ground up as you looked him in the eyes.

"I-I don't know how I got here this wasn't me I promise!"

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of you. And he looked pissed.

"I do not care if it was an accident. I said what I said." Each word was laced with venom.

His hand met your throat, and you were abruptly slammed into the ground.

His hands are warm.

You let out a strained sound of pain. The ground was fluid but still solid- somehow.

"This... Isn't my fault!"

You fought back. And with a surprising strength, pushed him off of you, you dug one knee into the ground and yanked onto the chain as hard as you could, knocking him off his feet.

"So don't attack me asshole!"

You were so mad. And for some reason, you weren't scared.

He let out a scoff and extended his legs to swipe underneath you, causing you to also fall.

"Shit!" You fell hard on your ass and the pain shot through you.

He had gotten back up and dusted off his robe.

"What a brat."

He said with pure annoyance.

"Before you start attacking me, tell me how to get back and I will. I don't want to fucking be here."

You were panting and sweating, the adrenaline settling in fully. Slowly bringing yourself up while straining from your bruised body.

He was looking at you frustrated. Before he went back up to his sadistic and creepy throne.

"I don't have time for this."

He closed his eyes again.

You yanked on your shared chain, jerking him out of his attempt at sleep, angering him more.

He grit his teeth. As much as you didn't like pissing him off, it was better than him ignoring you completely.

You two argued like children.

"Stop it." He growled.

"Make me!"

"You don't want me to do that. Trust me little mouse."

"I have questions! If we're stuck together, I'm at least getting answers."

"And what makes you think you have that authority over me? You're in my domain."

"Yeah, break this chain then!"

He just scoffed at you.

"I don't have to."

"Then I guess you're just stuck with me." You were going to sit down but remembered it's all blood. and opted to just cross your arms instead.

"Why are you chained to me anyway?"

He opted to ignore you.

"Don't do that petty crap."

He still paid you no mind.

You just huffed in defeat and walked over to investigate the walls for an escape.

You tried sitting and closing your eyes, maybe going to sleep is how you wake up? Some movie double inception bullshit.

"You breathe loud."

He muttered out of nowhere.

You simply scoffed.

"Do you have any idea why this is happening? You're the sorcerer after all."

He re-opened his eyes and looked at you.

He let out a strained sigh.

"I might. But there's nothing that can be done about it now."

"Have you tried?"

He looked at you like you were stupid.

"Why don't you try angel?" He said in a condescending voice. Angel.

With a wave of newfound dedication, you went to your anklet, trying to pry it open only to be shocked by what felt like electricity. You knew you couldn't bend metal with your bare hands, but you weren't expecting that.

"Look closer at it idiot."

That's when you realized it wasn't metal, it was energy. Cursed energy.

"You can't do anything about that?"

"It's a binding vow. No sorcerer can break it."

You looked at him perplexed.

He tched. Too annoyed.

"A pact with jujutsu."

"That doesn't help."

"It doesn't need to. All you need to know is that we're both in a bad spot."

You contemplated his words.

It all still made no sense; you furrowed your brow and rubbed a finger on your temple.

"Only you can get yourself out of here."

“What do you mean by that? I didn’t even try to come here in the first place.”

“You came to me, brat.”

“I doubt that. Look around you, does this look like a place I would try to be in?”

“You’re the one who showed up at my feet, you tell me.”

“Try killing me then, maybe I’ll return back to my plane or whatever.”

“You can’t kill a soul.”

You looked at him dumbfounded.

He rolled his eyes.

“These aren’t our physical bodies. You’re inside my soul.”

“Well I’d like to be out.”

“The feeling is mutual. But you’re too weak to know how to manipulate your cursed energy yet.”

Your ego was a little bruised at his insult, but you knew he was right.

In an act of rebellion, you tried to escape. You pawed at the chain, clawed the walls, punched them, kicked them, frustration overtook you.

But being stuck with him was not the source of it.

It was knowing nothing but being apart of everything, it was being ghosted and controlled, it was Gojos smug fucking face and pretentious attitude.

Sukuna was actually one of the only things you weren’t entirely upset about. But you were feeling your emotions, and it happened to be right here. So you still cursed at the meaty fleshy walls of his “domain.”

You thought maybe fighting him would do it, but anytime you looked over at him it’s like he knew- and he quickly gave you a glare that shut that idea down.

“You could at least try to help.”

“With what? You brought yourself to me.”

“Right because I clearly wanted that. Look at how much I’m enjoying being here.”

He wasn’t telling the whole truth. Since it was his domain, he could usually send people out when he wanted, but because of the chain, he was stuck with you.

You let out a muffled scream in frustration. Sliding down the wall, you didn’t care if the floor was blood. It didn’t stain your clothes.

Your clothes.

Why was it for the first time you had just now realized your clothes weren’t the ones you went to sleep with- I guess shock does that to you.

You looked down and you were wearing red silky robes.

“Red is your favorite color…”

You mumbled, everything clicked into place.

You were hit with a resurgence of emotion, your heart felt like it stopped.

You weren’t going crazy.

His hands are warm.

Angel.

Red robes.

You had felt like you were hit by a freight train, everything quickly became disoriented and you felt your sense of reality splitting with a painful migraine. Your five senses all became dulled, and you nearly tripped on your own feet.

He was simply looking down at you when you went to meet his gaze.

Panic creeped into you, seeping into your pores and overtaking you cell by cell. You felt like you were being ripped apart in slow agonizing pieces by the strain that your body was putting on itself.

“You do know something…”

Your hands went up to your head, fingers gripping your hair.

“Everyone knows something but me!”

You shouted, but no one heard.

You choked a quiet sob. Not allowing the tears to run down your face, but feeling them threaten to fall.

You were slammed with emotions that weren’t yours.

He betrayed you.

As fast as they left came memories flooding in your head. All in the third person as a helpless spectator. But they were all in flashes, none of them clear. Something was trying to force its way into your brain, something that wasn’t you.

“Did you finally figure it out yet?”

Your neck hurts. But it wasn’t the kink from the tub, it was a sharp pain, a searing one that resonated like a cruel blade.

He stepped down his throne and made his way in front of you with slow and carefree movements.

“You’ve always been slow.”

He bent down and with a firm grip squeezed either side of your face, bringing it up to meet him.

“Now I just have to figure out how to get what I need without killing you.”

Your eyes shot open, your body was covered in a cold sweat and you slowly sat up.

Your head throbbed.

“What the hell…?”

You looked out and it was still dark out.

You had only been asleep a couple hours.

There was no more chain on your ankle, no more pain.

You didn’t know if it was a dream, and you didn’t want to know. It wasn’t quite real, but something was off about it too. A lucid dream maybe?

You pressed a hand to your hot face to feel wet spots on your cheeks, you had been crying in your sleep.

You picked up your phone.

You didn’t know what else to do.

He didn’t know what else to do.

He had been out clubbing the past two days every second he wasn’t at work.

He had officially been awake a full 42 hours. And even the strongest needs sleep.

He was losing control. Of his sanity, of you.

The only thing that he did have control over, was who he hooked up with. So that’s what he was doing- or- who he was doing.

Until he got a buzz in his back pocket, he had been receiving some pretty okay head- anything to distract him until he saw your name pop up.

He thought about it, thumb hovering over the hang up button.

He sighed, and petted the person's head between his legs a couple times before smiling at them and getting up.

“Maybe another time, kay?”

Before they even had a chance to say anything he was already outside, buttoning his pants and fixing his fly.

He didn’t answer.

That asshole! First you felt rage, but it quickly warped back into what could only be described as fear.

“Dammit Satoru!!”

You threw your phone across the bed. You were upset, but not break your phone by throwing it on the floor upset.

You flopped onto your back,

Until you heard it buzz again.

You were tempted not to answer; why was he awake at this time anyway? But Maybe you woke him.

You reached across the bed and picked it up.

There was a brief second of silence before you both said “hello?” At the same time

“Sorry. You go first.”

“You called me babe.”

“Not this time technically…”

You heard him chuckle into the receiver.

Another moment of silence.

“Can you… can you come home?”

“Why? Did something happen? You didn’t burn anything down did you?”

“It’s your house asshole, you should be here!”

“You miss me. That’s it isn’t it?”

You could hear his smug smile.

“I’m just… I don’t know.”

You needed someone, just not him. You wanted company, just not his. You were scared.

And he was strong.

“Something did happen… I haven’t told you everything because I feel like you haven’t been telling me everything either.”

Silence.

As big of a dick as Gojo Satoru was, he knew when he was in the wrong. He just wasn’t very often (according to him.)

“Can you just do your freaky teleporting shit and get over here? I’ve been alone too long.”

“That’s not really how it works- but, sure.”

There was a rasp to his voice. And not the sexy tired kind, the dry-throated, tipsy, sick rasp. Like when the lining of your throat is burned from throwing up. The kind of rasp after you swallow a pill too big and it gets stuck in your throat.

You waited for him to appear in the room for a minute but he never did. You thought he forgot about you until you heard the sound of stumbling in the kitchen and some cursing.

You left the bed and got up to be met by Gojo stomping around and his feet giving away his position, leaning one hand against the counter and his shoulders and head slumped.

“Jesus Gojo, are you drunk?”

“My name is Satoru.”

He had a different tone than when he was on the phone with you just a moment ago.

“Sorry… Satoru.”

You walked over and slid his tall ass arm over your shoulder and walked him over to the closest seat.

You finally were up close enough to see his face, his glasses were halfway slid down his nose, and deep grey bags adorned themselves beneath his eyes.

He smelled like a bar, and his clothes were dirty too.

“Long night?”

“Nights.” He put an emphasis on the s.

“When was the last time you slept…”

“Uhhh…”

He looked upwards as if trying to remember.

You sighed. Calling him for comfort was clearly a bad idea, but you can’t send him out like this. Although he was surprisingly well composed for someone who allegedly hasn't slept in days- he was still a wreck underneath that false composure.

“You smell like a fart took a shit. Where’ve you been?”

“You’re not my mom.”

He quipped.

You just rolled your eyes.

“Do you want to get some sleep?”

“Not particularly.”

He had thrown his head back and you watched as his adams apple bobbed.

“Why not?”

“Can’t.”

“Well yeah that tends to happen when you go out drinking.”

“Correlation isn’t causation sweetheart.”

You crossed your arms in a sassy defiance.

“You’re not in a place to be a smartass, Satoru. Come on.”

You put your hand on his shoulder and shook him gently, hinting at him to pay attention and help as you attempted to pull his arm over you, and get him up. You both almost collapsed except you managed to plant a hand against the nearest hardest surface and ground yourself.

“You’re heavier than you look. Lay off the sweets.”you said with a grunt.

You tried joking to ease up the tension, As funny as it may seem to haul a sick Satoru around- you could tell something was wrong.

You didn’t want to be an adult right now, but you were left without a choice.

He barely helped you, his feet shuffling beneath him as he leaned most of his weight against you. Finally surrendering to his exhaustion.

You managed to haul his lanky ass to the bed where you threw him on it, feeling little sympathy.

“Okay, goodnight now.”

You were just about to turn the light off and go over to the couch, before you heard him mutter something under his breath, stopping you in your steps.

“Stay…”

You turned your head around.

“Really, now you want to be with me?” You couldn’t hold back your attitude.

He was staring up at the ceiling, his hand on his face.

You sighed. You couldn’t leave him like this, his shoes were still on.

“Can you change yourself?”

He nodded.

“Okay, go do that. Then I’ll come back.”

You walked out to the kitchen and ran him some water, reminiscing on your first day here.

You walked back slowly, staring down at the glass. Feeling it against your skin.

When you came back into the room, he was laying exactly where he had been before except he was in nothing but his boxers.

“That’s not what I meant by changing.”

“Close enough.”

You sighed again, placing the water on his nightstand.

“You forgot your glasses…”

You turned over to him, and leaning over his face, Revealing his eyes, those fucking eyes. Which were focused right on you as he watched you delicately take them off and place them aside.

And for the first time he truly admired you. You weren’t conventional. You weren’t like the other people he had ever been with, you were genuine.

You turned on the lamp, then went across the room to turn off the light.

You walked back over to the bed and slid into the sheets a safe distance from him, and scrolled through your phone.

You had spent a second like that, but were distracted by the feeling of your hand being picked up by his.

He lifted it above his face, and just… looked at it. Inspecting each finger with his own.

You looked at him interested, mostly confused.

“I like your hands.”

He said out of nowhere.

“Thanks?”

Then he placed your hand against his chest and closed his eyes.

Your breath hitched, he was so cold. You spoke to hide your flustered-ness.

“Take a blanket, Satoru! Jesus.”

You reached down and grabbed a loose one at the foot of the bed and slung it over his legs haphazardly.

He then sat upright, and pushed the blanket off of him. You were about to protest before he pulled his legs up and then under the sheets with you.

“How drunk are you?”

You said as a genuine question.

“About a 9/10.”

He looked over at you.

“Is that bad?”

“Not good.” He chuckled.

He was different. You chalked it up to the alcohol, but this Satoru was entirely different than the one you had seen before. And you also didn't peg him as the type to drink. Which he wasn't.

He wore no fake smile, he faked no compliments, he didn’t act with an air of cockiness.

“Why are you partying and drinking so much anyway?”

His smile dropped.

“You.”

So no filter while he’s drunk? Cool.

“Oh, sorry?”

“It’s not your fault though.”

He was staring at the ceiling again.

“How am I the reason but it’s not my fault?”

“You’re different.”

“So you say.”

You joked it off.

You looked over at him and he was just looking at you. Intrinsically eyeing every detail of your face, as if he was trying to get to something.

“You don’t make sense.”

“I don’t make sense?! You teleported here!”

“That’s true.”

He had a small smile again.

“I just mean you don’t… work the same way everyone else does.”

“You could say that about anyone though. No one’s the same.”

“Yeah but you especially.”

You laid down next to him, both of you on your backs looking up.

“Everything’s been so weird recently.”

You admitted. Looking back over to him.

“Do you know the reason why I called you?”

“You were lonely?”

You almost punched him, But gave him a pass because he was drunk.

“Because I’m scared.”

He paid his full attention to you.

“I can’t pretend like it isn’t happening anymore. I keep having these- dreams and visions or something of myself and of…”

You almost didn’t want to say it. But he probably wouldn’t remember this anyway, and you needed to get it off your chest.

“..Sukuna.”

You said with a shaky breath.

Gojos eyes widened slightly.

The image was beginning to really take shape in his mind now, almost sobering him up as the realization was hitting him. The familiar visual of a cork board with images and blank spaces, and you and sukuna closely tied together.

It started to fall into place. He simply stared at you while you spoke.

“And I’m chained to him… and he keeps telling me all these things and I keep wanting to see him even though I know I shouldn’t, and ever since this all started my memory has been defective, and anytime I’m alone with my thoughts I just think about him.”

You closed your eyes and put your hands over your face.

“I don’t know what’s scarier… how terrifying he is, or the fact that I still want to be near him…”

You said shakily. You hadn’t even admitted that to yourself yet.

You reopened your eyes, rubbing them sheepishly. Sleep wanting to overtake you again.

“I’m sorry…”

You realized you may have over shared with the way he stared at you.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I feel like that was too much.”

“You shouldn’t feel bad.”

He reached over for your hand again, instinctively, as if it were second nature.

“I appreciate it but I don’t think that’s true.”

He let out a sigh of defeat.

“I kinda knew.”

You whipped your head around to him.

“What?!?!”

“I traced it back to that first day when we trained, the energy you used wasn’t regular cursed energy.”

You looked at him with a confused expression.

“It was something a lot more complicated that not many sorcerers can ever do.”

“It could’ve just been luck?”

“It’s something that takes skill. That’s something you don’t have yet.”

Ouch.

“And I traced it back to Sukuna.”

“You know about this?!”

“Don’t get mad at me!” He whined

“It’s not easy for me to get any angrier at you than I already am.”

You squeezed his hand with a bruising force without even realizing.

“Let me explain at least-“

“Fine…”

You glared at him.

“I don’t ‘know’ about it- I just have been… investigating in my spare time.”

You raised a brow, still glaring.

“Thin ice. Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you with everything you had going on.”

“Right so that’s where you draw the line but making me leave my job and ditching me after sleeping with me is fine.”

He winced. He had never thought of it like that.

“You’re a prick y’know that?”

“You’re not the first person to tell me.”

“You should really fucking listen.”

You snarked at him.

You wanted to say something else. But the silence was too comfortable.

Your eyes fell down to his hand holding yours.

How did he manage to have so many walls up but also act so vulnerable? He managed to put everything out there yet hide himself.

You wanted desperately to figure him out. But everytime you tried you lost yourself down his complexity.

You rolled your eyes, and then yawned.

“You need sleep.”

“You’re probably right.”

He blinked his eyes slowly.

“Remember that you said that.”

He chuckled.

You released his hand and turned the light off,

“Night ‘Toru.” You scooted over next to him and put your head on his chest,

He grunted in response.

You smiled to yourself and drifted off soon after.

When you woke up, you weren’t alone. Which was an incredibly nice change of pace.

You had barely moved from last night, head still on him. You slowly craned your neck up to see that he was still asleep.

You reached around and eventually felt where your phone was, checking the time.

It was well into the afternoon.

“Oh shit!”

Your sudden remark woke up the man beneath you.

“Huh?”

“Wake up! It’s past 3!”

“Oh shit!”

“I know!”

You two looked at each other for a moment and started breaking out laughing.

“I can’t believe I missed the whole day…”

“That’s what you get for not sleeping for two fucking days!”

You said angrily but were smiling.

“I blame you.”

“Why?!”

“I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t call me.”

“Yeah, because you probably would’ve stayed up another night.”

You reached for a pillow and went to hit him, but he caught it.

“That’s because someone’s taking up my room.”

“This was your idea!”

You reached for another pillow, only to be met with the Same result.

With both his hands holding pillows, you attempted to hit him with a blanket, but he just trapped you instead with his pillow-hands and held you up against him.

“Lehfme goh!”

Your words were muffled.

“Sorry, I can't hear you.”

You desperately tried to escape, but he was strong.

Annoyingly so.

“Hwhy arh you sho buff?”

He simply laughed at you.

“Okah I woh hit you anhmoe!”

He loosened his grip, and you rolled out of bed before he could hit you with another sneak attack.

“I’m gonna go and be productive now.”

“Aww, you’re gonna leave me here?”

“Yes.”

You said shamelessly as you left for the kitchen.

The sunlight was boldly peeking in through all the windows, there wasn’t even a need for lights as you strolled through, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

He followed behind, pulling up some pants as he walked.

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“Yeah, and what about it?”

“I knew you liked me.”

He said cockily.

“It’s just because it’s comfy, don’t get the wrong idea.”

He was back to his normal self, that sliver of vulnerability and genuineness was gone now.

“That’s what they always say.”

“Can you order some breakfast- you don’t have shit in this house.”

You felt that all too familiar sensation of an empty stomach's rage as you rummaged through his pathetic pantry.

“You don’t even have cereal in here! What’s wrong with you?”

“According to you a lot.”

“I stand by that!”

You shouted from inside the cabinets.

“There probably aren't any places offering breakfast.” He sat on a chair and began looking through his phone.

Shit. You realized he was probably right.

“But you’re rich? Can’t you hire a private chef or something? I want some waffles.”

“Someone’s becoming needy.”

“Blame yourself for taking me out so much.”

“How are you going to live without me?”

That sentence made you think. What were you gonna do after you left?

“Speaking of which, am I allowed to go back to my place?”

“With me, yeah.”

“Just you?”

He nodded his head smugly.

“Are you sure it’s not an excuse to go steal my underwear or something?”

“If I wanted to do that I would’ve already.”

“How do I know you haven’t?”

He put a hand under his chin with a crossed leg and propped an elbow on the table smiling at you.

“You don’t.”

“Gross.”

You dismissed him.

“What are you planning on telling your job?”

“An important business trip maybe, somewhere far.”

“How are you going to lie to your own bosses about being on a business trip?”

“Oh, I’m not, I’ll lie to my students and co-workers though.”

That sounded familiar…

That’s what he told you when you were sent on that mission.

“How often do you go on those…?”

“Rarely. But it makes for an excellent excuse.”

“Don’t trust Gojo Satoru.”

“Right…”

“So, where do you want to go to eat?” He beamed at you.

The energy between you two has just shifted. And you felt that all too natural feeling of your walls rising, brick by brick.

You two spent the day together, perusing shops and laughing, just genuinely enjoying each other's company.

Maybe a little too much.

You couldn’t help but notice your infatuation to anger ratio with Satoru was never steady, and always tipped in one direction. Right now, it was a perfect medium, but slowly began to favor him every time he cracked a joke or ran his fingers through his hair, or when he rejected people’s numbers.

You two were sitting on a bench and watching the scenery. A park setting, one of the quieter parts of the bustling city.

“I noticed something today.”

You were smiling contently staring at the trees and people walking through the paths.

“Oh no. Gunna psychoanalyze me again?”

He had one arm behind you resting against the top of the bench, an ankle crossed over his knee as he lowered his face down to you.

You ignored him and continued talking.

“You’ve turned down all the people that have come up to you.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, but it’s a new thing.”

“I really just do it to humor them.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You never do!”

He smiled at you.

“Yeah, because you’re full of bullshit, respectfully.”

“What evidence do you have to support your claim, sweetheart?”

You scoffed at his nickname.

“You have a used box of condoms in your nightstand, sweetheart.”

“Most people do. You’re jealous.”

He was giving you a cocky grin.

“Please. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

“I don’t have to prove anything to you, you just want an excuse to cuck me.”

“I’m not that into it, but if you’re open I’m open.”

“What’s your body count then?”

“That is incredibly private, and I’m quite upset you would ask!”

He feigned offense.

“I bet it’s more than both our ages combined.”

“You’re probably right.”

You didn’t want to admit you were jealous, because you weren’t exclusive- But you were. The idea that every time he told you that you're special was something he said before, that his bed isn’t cold when you’re gone. His shirt you wore earlier could’ve been on someone else.

You went quiet. You weren’t sure why you were so upset over him, but you felt it.

“Didn’t peg you for the covetous type.”

He went back to looking forward, admiring the same view as you.

“And I didn’t peg you as a sappy drunk.”

“Subjective.”

“Sure.”

You liked your little banters. But you all too cruelly reminded yourself that it was temporary.

You were unknowingly pouting, or as you would prefer to say- brooding.

He slung an arm over your shoulder and brought his mouth to your ear.

“Someone’s maddd…” He cooed.

“Ugh.” You rolled your eyes and tried pushing him away, but he wouldn’t budge.

“C’mon, let’s go home sassy.” He pulled you into him.

Time flies. Well not actually, for you it was.

But for Satoru, it was moving at an agonizing pace.

His whole world currently revolves around you. The mystery with Sukuna, you living with him, your developing friendship? If that’s what normal people would call it.

But what was really kicking his ass was he was changing.

It started off as

“I’m just not in the mood too tonight.”

“None of these people are doing it for me.”

And the next thing he knew he was sitting on the velvet couches of bright and vivid nightclubs. Bass, boobs, butt, and boisterous music were beginning to become boring. Instead of scouting out the nearest hot piece of meat he was going to fuck or make out with he was thinking about how annoyed he felt.

Predictable, and mundane. At first, he just thought that the club itself was the problem- and he tried doing rounds around the city to varying places.

But he kept circling past his house and keeping track of when the lights would be on or off.

Thursday-

lights on at 9:00pm,

off at 11.

Friday-

Lights stayed on until midnight, then went off at around 1.

Then they came back on.

Did you wake up again?

Then they were off the next hour.

Maybe just a midnight snack.

Saturday-

The lights stayed off all night.

Went to bed early.

One night He “broke into” his own home and peeked. He simply put his head in the door and leered in to see you asleep. Then he went out again. Every little thing you did he was becoming obsessed with. Obsessed with knowing, understanding, figuring out. He hasn't ever been challenged like this, so uncertain- so unknowing. From the things you say to your arduous sleep schedule.

You had been using the spare key but honestly you were in and out so much he had just made you a copy, and he saw that it was gone.

As well as your shoes, phone, but not your wallet.

This started to become his favorite game.

You were shifting to becoming the central focus of this chapter in his life.

He started to narrow down all the places you could be. Phasing through the nighttime of Tokyo and disappearing into the skylines.

You wouldn’t be clubbing, you’d need your ID.

Restaurant? But money. Unless someone was paying for you.

Dating? Hookups? Secret underground fighting ring?

He was perplexed. Every step of the way he just couldn’t predict you.

He thought about not doing it, not following you. But he just couldn’t help himself, you were just too damn interesting.

He found out later that you had gone on a walk. How something so simple had managed to stump him drew him closer into you. Just a walk- The simplest answer led to the most complicated of thinking.

Why were you such an enigma? One answer leads to two questions. At first, he couldn’t stand not knowing anything, but he realized that having you in his life was difficult. And he fucking loved it.

One week had passed since the night where he stumbled home drunk, and each day became part of a bigger puzzle.

He had seen the shift in you.

The training was getting to you, after some time you were finally becoming less mad at him- but you wouldn’t admit that. Even though he could tell.

He may not have been able to use his cursed technique on you, but he still did his best to figure you out.

You were growing tired, and each night he heard the same thing in different ways several times.

“Who knew learning magic required so much working out?”

You groaned as you stretched your sore muscles.

“You say that every night.”

He was reading a book sitting on the couch as you watched a movie and did some stretches. “Sorry we can’t all be born with the body of Zeus Asstoru.”

Your newest nickname for him. He didn’t necessarily mind, finding your frustration cute.

You had eventually pushed past the borders of sleeping in separate places. After that night when he came home shit faced you both had a silent agreement that it was nicer to sleep next to each other than alone.

And this was the beginning of a beautifully complicated relationship. Situationship, if you will.

You refused to sleep with him again to avoid further ruining yourself. Thinking that if you avoided that, everything would stay simple.

Naive as always.

You were both too caught up in the flow of life to realize how domestic you both looked.

During week one you convinced him to go grocery shopping, and you two stood side by side in the kitchen as he blasted pop songs and splashed water on you while doing the dishes, eliciting a scream and then chaos ensuing. Which always led to you two having to do more cleaning- you yelled at him how counterintuitive it was and he laughed it off like always.

Week two you had both made allotted chores to share. Gojo had the dishes, food, and the floors. You covered laundry, surfaces, and anything else. But you shared making the bed.

He usually liked to take up at least ⅔ of it with his lanky ass body, and so You eventually started rolling over and hitting him in the face until he moved. In the cases where you took up the bed, he just laid on you. Leaving you totally helpless as you clawed at him and tried pushing your huge lap dog off.

“Toru’!” Git!” You grunted as he refused to budge. Just mumbling something into your shoulder.

“Fuckin’ ridiculous.” You sighed, but ultimately accepted defeat this time.

By week three you had an allotted movie night- Tuesdays. You weren't sure how your arguing had led to that compromise, but it did. And any night you picked dinner he picked dessert, And vice versa. Invisible systems and structures were being built in this now-shared home.

And it was the first time you slipped in the shower with him. “To save water,” you said- even though you both knew it was a big fat lie. You were horny.

“I think you just want an excuse to see me naked.” He leaned an arm on the black tiles, his milky white skin contrasting the night black shower.

“And you’re complaining?”

“Didn’t say that now.”

He ogled you undauntedly. You both knew what you wanted, and so you went for it.

The coy game is what you called it, who could pretend like nothing was happening the longest?

The last article of clothing hit the floor, steam nearly blurring your features. He usually took his showers cold but heated it up for you.

You simply walked past him ignoring him completely, reaching for the bottle of expensive soap. You moved in to be in front of him, so he had a perfect view of your bare shoulders and neck, Some of his favorite parts.

He bit the inside of his lip, leaning back and watching intently.

You turned around to face him, but simply disregarded his presence and instead pushed him aside to reach the flowing water. A small moan leaves your lips as the welcoming warmth enveloped you.

You lathered up the soap in your hands, letting the suds fall down your body, tracing over every sweet dip.

“What's wrong?” You asked sarcastically.

“Nothing.”

“Really?” You looked him in the eyes.

“Need some help?” You gave him your best ‘fuck me’ eyes.

He was grinning at you.

“Sure.”

You reached for the soap again, with one hand you started working your way down the curves of his shoulders, and down the dip of his spine.

He pressed a firm hand against the wall balancing himself as your fingers left ghost traces down his skin. The tantalizing and torturous teasing of yours was driving him fucking insane. But he was persistent.

Then you moved your hands around to his abs, tracing the outline. You gripped onto his waist and put your face against his broad back and shoulders. Letting your hand roam farther and farther down until you reached his v-line.

The sensitive and thin skin being suddenly intruded on made his breath hitch. You traced little shapes along it, grazing his happy trail with your pinky- managing to keep your hand just high enough so it didn't touch where he needed you most. You snuck in writing your own name in gentle letters down it. You felt him tense up under you, grinning into his back.

Then, you left.

“Good shower. Man, I needed that!” you stretched your arms and wrapped a towel around yourself, walking out in quick paces before he had the chance to react.

“Tease!”

You heard him shout from the echoed chambers of the bathroom, as you victoriously (and evilly) laughed.

Your shared work life was growing more intense. As your situationship with Satoru increased, as did what he put on you.

You were expected to become a professional Jujutsu sorcerer by the end of this year's graduation. You had managed to master a constant stream and management of your emotions- and Satoru at home made your little Sukuna problem much more manageable. You had hardly even thought of him since that night.

Gojo eventually laid it all out for you, after week two when you had too many questions that he was too tired to keep avoiding.

The higher ups wanted you dead, or at least gone.

Your soul had residual energy of a special grade, low-level curses were scared of you, and Sukuna had acted strange upon your arrival. But what they especially didn't like- was your potential and aura. Something about your energy threatened them, something about your soul. And above all else, they didn’t have the answer. They just messily connected the dots with crayons and saw the worst of whatever shape was made-

You also hadn't figured out your cursed technique yet, but whatever it was had the ability to possibly hurt them if put in the wrong hands.

“That can be said about anyone!” You huffed to him.

Gojo was attempting to keep you alive under the guise that you could eventually help them instead, but there was something that they knew that he didn't. Which is what he was trying to figure out. For whatever reason, you were a threat to them. And with the arrival of Sukuna at the same time, they were especially on guard. Which is why he was rushing you into training this hard, to show that you can be useful.

You were mostly confused. What harm were you to anyone?

“It's not about what you can do right now, it's what you could do.”

Gojo said to you.

“You’re unhelpful.”

“How?!” he shouted

“You always answer me in riddles! I don't know what these cryptic ass responses mean.”

“You're impossible.”

“You like it.” You blatantly flirted.

“No comment.”

He crossed his arms and turned away from you, you punched him in the shoulder jokingly.

By week four, you had partially moved in.

Your clothes occupied space in his closet, your shared meals were plated and foiled in the fridge.

You both had an unspoken agreement not to mention the outside world while you were both home together, because as much as you both hated to admit it- you grew fond of each other's company.

Satoru was home more; you were starting to adapt into this new lifestyle. And he was an amazing distraction from the hardships of your life.

You two started to find familiarity in each other. His flaws, your quirks.

He wasn’t as big and bad as he paints himself out to be, he’s still just a man after all. And you had something that no one had ever had before, you didn’t view him any differently because of it.

And you- where did he even begin with you. Somehow tied to the king of curses, mystery cursed technique, and hidden abilities. You perplexed him- which at first, he saw as a curse, but now, a blessing. If he can figure you out, he can figure anything out.

You stripped him bare and pierced his soul with your gaze when the world offered him everything you weren’t included. Instead, he has to work for it and earn it after you stripped him of the very thing that makes him Gojo Satoru.

You are the last step to his true strength.

He is the last step to your sanity breaking.

You tried to deny yourself, you really fucking did. But then he bought this expensive wine and chocolates to celebrate one month of you living with him and things shifted.

It was that goddamn white button up and saccharine voice. The way he said your name like a prayer, the way he made you feel as if you deserved to be worshiped with his gifts.

By week five, things got complicated.

Do you know how they say chocolate is an aphrodisiac? That’s probably just an excuse.

It melted between your tongues as they danced around in a disheveled waltz.

You moved to sit on his lap as his hands found comfort on your hips. The sound of the film long buzzed out, fine wine pumping through you coursing warmth across your bodies.

“We shouldn’t.” you let out a husky whisper pulling away with great reluctance.

“Why not sugar?”

That new fucking nickname. He knew what it did to you.

He ran a thumb across your top lip, wiping some chocolate off and licking it off seductively.

You were absolutely unraveled for him.

“Fuck ‘Toru…”

You arched your back into him, and he stabilized your hips with a painfully delicate grip.

“What do you want?”

You groaned in frustration and grabbed him by the collar slamming his face into yours. Tired of the teasing, of the sentimentality.

You weren’t going to convince yourself he cared.

That any of them cared, not Satoru, not Sukuna.

He pulled away from you in a feverish heat, breaths hot and heavy lids.

“Someone’s eager…”

You saw Sukuna in his eyes. You wanted to touch him, to be held by him, but that wasn’t a possibility for you.

“Shut up.”

You suddenly were overcome with a deep and passionate lust, the man beneath you wasn’t who was making it. You remembered the feeling of Sukuna's warm and calloused hands against your throat, it was firm, but you knew he wasn’t going to hurt you.

You missed it.

What the fuck was wrong with you? You shook your head and cleared your thoughts.

“Satoru?”

You leaned your forehead against his and closed your eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Stay broken with me.” You muttered beneath your breath.

He only gave a small smile. The silence oddly comfortable .

Pt.5

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