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Yuuji rubs his nose roughly to take away the sneezing almost itchy sensation before bringing his hand away from his face to stare at it, realizing right away something is amiss. His skin is soft—well, softer since he's been joining Kugisaki in her nightly aftercare session claiming that sorcery work would age her hard if she didn’t do some type of skincare routine every night. But the biggest change he notices right away is the size of his hands.
While sure, he didn't have the biggest hands ever, he's pretty sure he doesn't have the smallest hands either. His hands are almost a size too small than what he remembers. The first thing he thinks is that he’s dreaming which doesn't happen often. Actually it rarely happens since Yuuji spends most of his time down in Sukuna's domain (much to the annoyance of the cursed spirit but really, Yuuji's just trying to keep him company since it must be boring to be there all the time without anyone to talk to) every time he goes to sleep but this...is certainly new.
"Sukuna?" Yuuji calls out to test something.
It only takes a second for Yuuji to be acknowledged (which surprises Yuuji since Sukuna's never the type to respond to him), a second to feel Sukuna's presence growing then a mouth manifests on the side of his cheek.
"What?" Those red eyes glance down at Yuuji, then a snort escapes his mouth. "What the fuck? Are you a fucking girl now?"
That’s when the next realization hits him...well Yuuji supposes she's a her now—that this might not be a dream and that yes, he is in fact...a girl.
"Is this a result of a curse?" Yuuji questions, now noticing his, no her rather pitchy feminine voice. Her dainty hands dropping down to grab at her chest, her hazel brown eyes widening when she cups her decently sized breasts (though she's a bit disappointed she's not a little bit bigger).
"Sukuna."
"What?"
"Is it possible for a cursed spirit to turn me into a girl?"
Sukuna makes a rumbling noise in the back of Yuuji's mind. Then he answers, "the fuck should I know."
Yuuji pouts, of course. Leave it up to Sukuna to make her suffer through this alone. Yuuji swings her legs together before shoving her hands down there as well. Yup. Her dick is definitely gone and Yuuji borderline feels slightly like she's going to pass out.
Scrambling to her feet, she nearly stumbles down, her ankle jolting at the sudden difference in weight and center of gravity in addition to the fact that her pants pooled around her ankles, restricting her movements. Her pants (which belong to her original body) were now much more loose on her to the point where they didn't fit...like at all.
At least her t-shirt's still on, even if it's a bit too big on her small frame.
Yuuji kicks off her pants and walks out of her room to a couple of doors down and she's slamming her small fist against Fushiguro's door. Banging on the door too loudly and a growl answers Yuuji.
"You better have a good reason for banging my door at 7 am in the morning, Itadori!"
Before Yuuji can reply back, the door swings open and Fushiguro's angry expression morphs into one of confusion and then of embarrassment, his cheeks turning a bright red.
"I...who are you?" Fushiguro asks, covering his face with a hand, though one of his green eyes is peeking through.
"It’s me!" Yuuji says. "Itadori!"
"Itadori...?" Fushiguro looks like he wants to bang his head and frankly Yuuji would too if Fushiguro came running to her room looking nothing like what he should. "I must be dreaming."
Fushiguro's ready to slam the door in the girl’s face, stopping only when the pink haired girl grabs his hand, delicate fingers that’s way too small to be Yuuji’s.
"It’s not a joke!" Yuuji blurts out, a small hint of frustration in her voice. "Sukuna, you're there, aren't you?"
Fushiguro stares at Yuuji, still Sukuna doesn't show up. Of course he doesn't. He lives for Yuuji's misery and Yuuji's definitely going to get back at him later on. Yuuji's eyes grew glossy and now that Fushiguro's a little more coherent, he can see the resemblance. Yuuji's hair is a bit longer yet he (?) no she still has that undercut and those sunset colour eyes that were on the verge of bursting into tears and Fushiguro really doesn't want to make her cry.
"Okay, okay! I believe you but can you please just put on some pants?" Fushiguro covers his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose in the process, the shirt Yuuji’s dips slightly around mid-thigh and really Fushiguro doesn’t need Yuuji to flash him this early in the morning (though a part of him is okay with it).
"About that...my pants don't fit."
Fushiguro groans, of course it doesn't. Yuuji's already smaller than him as a guy and he's bound to be even smaller as a girl and it's evident by the way her shirt slips off her shoulders, showing the perfect span of skin.
“W-wait, stay there!” Fushiguro barks out.
Yuuji blinks her eyes before laughing a little when Fushiguro stumble over his words, his cheeks flush red from having his friend all up in his face and really he needs to drape something over her before he combusts. Yuuji’s face is still shining with joy and energy as if nothing changed about her and Fushiguro supposes nothing did.
Except her body.
Yuuji brushed her hair back from her face, and Fushiguro’s fingers twitch, wanting nothing more than to be one the one to slide his fingers through her hair instead, touch his err…her face and pull her down towards him so he can watch the way her face change and her eyes would flutter and—
—Fushiguro really needs to snap out of it. This is his friend who’s currently experiencing a crisis and he really does not need to think about swooning over her (like he wasn’t already doing it before).
"Fushiguro?" Yuuji calls out, stepping a little closer; a bit too close in Fushiguro's opinion as he steps back, turning his back to grab a spare blanket to drape over Yuuji's small body. He finds his blue blanket, had used it back in middle school and somehow it's a lot bigger than Fushiguro remembers.
"Thanks!" Yuuji says as she wraps the blanket around her small frame.
Fushiguro nods, grabbing his phone to call Gojo-sensei because if anyone's going to fix this mess...it has to be Gojo-sensei. He dials the number, suddenly worried that Gojo-sensei won’t answer at this time of the day but his worries dies down when his call goes through.
“Megumi-kun~ to what do I owe you on this wonderful morning?” Gojo answers with a sing song tone right on the second ring.
“Uhm...Yuuji's turned into a girl…” Fushiguro carefully says, he can feel Yuuji's eyes on him and really Fushiguro wishes this is all a dream.
"I see. I'll be there soon."
"Wait...you're just going to believe me?"
Gojo chuckles. "You're not one to randomly do prank calls, Megumi-kun. I'll be there soon, make sure not to do anything indecent to Yuuji-kun!"
"What...! I wouldn't...!" Fushiguro doesn't get a chance to defend himself when Gojo hangs up the phone and the black haired boy grits his teeth, hissing under his breathe. "I'm going to punch him. I’m definitely going to punch him."
"Is Gojo-sensei coming?" Yuuji asks, sitting on his bed with the blue blanket drape over her body, and somehow she looks even smaller than she had been when she came to his front door.
"It seems so. I'm going to call Kugisaki...you're going to need some clothes."
Yuuji nods, letting Fushiguro call Kugisaki. Giggling a little at their exchange (which is more like bantering than it is an exchange of conversation) and the frustration evident in Fushiguro's voice. It doesn't take them long to get to Kugisaki's room since she's only a floor above. The girl's scowling when she opens the door to them, the scowl only remains for five seconds before it slips away when she sees Yuuji standing with the blanket draped over her frame.
"I...Itadori?" Kugisaki trails off. "So...you weren't lying."
Fushiguro scoffs. "Do I look like that kind of person?"
Much to his annoyance, Kugisaki doesn't answer, instead checks Yuuji out like she's a weird mystery that needs to be solve and honestly, she might as well be. Kugisaki drags her into the room, forcing the smaller girl to take a seat on her bed.
And that’s how Yuuji finds herself in Kugisaki's room with elder girl throwing clothes at her to try on which the pink haired girl stubbornly refuses. But Kugisaki's still digging through her drawer when Yuuji puts her now small ass foot down quite literally.
“I’m not wearing a bra or any of these other clothes…!” Yuuji shakes the spaghetti-strapped flower print tank top at Kugisaki. “I think my clothes are just fine, this probably won’t last no more than a day.”
Fushiguro and Kugisaki exchange a look, before the taller male points out the obvious. “We don’t know that for sure.”
“Y-yes, but Gojo-sensei will change me back—” Yuuji stutters out.
“—Itadori, you at least need to wear a bra.” Kugisaki points out, and Fushiguro really needs to wake the fuck up from this dream because he’s certain this is all a dream. Kugisaki pulls out a peach-colored padded bra that looks way too big for Yuuji.
“Bras are too restricting…” Yuuji tries arguing back, crossing her arms across her (decently sized, in Fushiguro's opinion) chest.
“Bras are women’s way of controlling you…know…saggy boobs,” Kugisaki says while throwing the bra at Yuuji's face to which the pink haired girl refuse to catch and opts to pout instead, while sure she did look cute, being cute won’t save her from those droopy ass boobs.
Fushiguro would really like to know how or why Yuuji even knows about bras being restrictive, he didn’t even know himself. There’s a quiet knock on Kugisaki's window as Yuuji shakes her head, trying to dislodge the offending garment.
“Gojo-sensei!” Kugisaki gasps quietly and goes to let their sensei inside, and why he’s coming through the window is a mystery to all of them but then again, this is Gojo-sensei.
“Sensei!” Yuuji cries out, rushing towards Gojo who awkwardly allows the female teenager to pull him into a hug once he’s climb through the window. His hand sprawl against Yuuji's back in attempt to soothe his distressed student.
Gojo’s eyes move behind the blindfold, stepping back to eye his student, wearing nothing but her usual pink t-shirt that’s slowly draping off her shoulders. “Yuuji-kun, why are you a girl?”
“That’s what I would like to know, sensei,” Yuuji replies nonchalantly, trying not to grab at her breasts when she finishes her sentence, but it’s really hard. They are just there, just sitting there waiting for her to grab at.
“You do make a rather pretty girl, Itadori.” Kugisaki compliments and both Gojo-sensei and Fushiguro make a sound that’s been a dying cursed spirit and a strangling beast in the background.
Yuuji’s not sure if she should be happy with that, but she does prims happily, glancing in the mirror. Her hair's past her shoulders and has an unrelenting curl to it that makes the ends curl on itself, and honestly it’s distracting and makes her just want to chop it all off. But Kugisaki's right when she claims that Yuuji looks like a pretty girl—her features are a bit softer around the edges and more girly. She imagines this is what her sister would look like if Yuuji isn’t an only child.
“You’re so tiny now,” Gojo-sensei marbles, looking utterly amuse that he’s towering over Yuuji (not like he wasn't before. Just this time around, it's a lot more noticeable; like a lot more noticeable), and the fact Kugisaki's taller than Yuuji is that much more amusing to Gojo.
“I’m not tiny,” Yuuji whines. “Gojo-sensei, you’re just overly tall! I’m, I’m average height, this is—”
“—you’re actually kind of tiny,” Kugisaki says behind her, and Yuuji jolts, glaring at the slightly, very slight taller girl. Kugisaki grins wolfishly down at her. “What’re you, five feet tall?”
“You guys are just freakishly tall,” Yuuji admits. “Looming over me.”
Yuuji looks down at herself, she's sort of swimming in her shirt (a little weirded out because she didn’t think she's actually this broad as a guy but now she's a girl, she's currently small and swimming in her own shirt and it kind of tingles her pride). It hadn’t been too baggy on her when she was technically still a boy. But then again, she's a girl now—she’s just so petite, small. Even her feet are itty bitty.
“You didn’t even shave your legs,” Kugisaki complains, wrinkling her nose.
Yuuji looks down to her legs, the hairs aren’t even that visible and of course Yuuji’s not going to shave. She's got other things in mind. Yuuji frowns, tensing a little in case Kugisaki decides to hit her as she retorts back. “And I’m not going to. I have bigger problems to worry about.”
“Anyways, do you have any idea on what could have happened to Yuuji?” Fushiguro cuts in before the pair can get into a small fight. He walks towards one of Kugisaki's spare chairs, tossing the blanket back at Yuuji so she can cover herself.
For that effort, Kugisaki goes back to rummaging in her drawers while Gojo takes a seat on the bed, tilting his head to check Yuuji out, a look of confusion still firmly on his face.
“Well, it could be a curse,” Gojo says. “I called Shoko to come check on you but it won’t be until much later.”
“Curse spirit? Was it from our mission? Do you remember getting hit by something?” Kugisaki asks Yuuji over her shoulder as more socks and underwear start falling from the open drawers. Kugisaki doesn’t even bat an eye despite the fact that other people could see everything. The older girl simply continues searching for something.
“I think so, I’m not really sure but I think Fushiguro also got hit but he didn’t turn into a girl.” Yuuji explains. The small girl rubs at her pink hair, winching a little when her fingers got caught, she gently pulls it out.
“Well, one night or maybe more as a girl won’t kill you!” Kugisaki says brightly, grinning from ear to ear and Yuuji doesn’t really have a good feeling about this. She holds out something that’s light pink towards her and naturally Yuuji takes it from her before quickly realizing that it’s another bra, she internally screams (Sukuna’s harsh reply lost in the depths of her mind) as she shoves it into her shirt before Gojo or Fushiguro could see it—of course, both Gojo and Fushiguro did see it, it’s really hard to miss a girl shoving something up their shirt.
Thankfully both don't say anything.
“Okay, okay, boys, get out of my room, Itadori needs to change,” Kugisaki ushers them both out, getting a puzzled look from Yuuji.
“Are you staying here?”
“Do you know how to put it on?” Kugisaki pointedly cocks an eyebrow.
“How hard can it be?” Yuuji grins, still Kugisaki doesn’t leave the room so Yuuji makes no effort to even try to get her to leave. It’s just lady bits, and it’s probably not any different from Kugisaki’s.
The pink haired girl cautiously strips in front of the full-length mirror in the room, she can feel Kugisaki’s penetrating stare and it’s really unnerving. Yuuji's still lean, still muscular, but much shorter, hands smaller than they were. Which isn’t to say they’re not still kind of big next to her bony wrists, but they are smaller. Her knees are knobbly, hip bones protrude, and her legs aren’t that hairy, no matter what Kugisaki says.
The breasts are intriguing though. Yuuji bit her lip and cupping them awkwardly. They’re kind of big—round and soft.
“Come on, Itadori, we don’t have time for you to keep ogling at yourself.” Kugisaki says with a teasing tone in her voice and Yuuji’s cheeks starts heating up, having momentarily forgotten that the older girl’s in the room. She’s still holding the bra in her hands and Yuuji gulps, turning herself into Kugisaki.
The pink haired girl scowls as she takes the bra and fumbles her way into the contraption. She knows, logically, that the cups go on her tits, and that the straps go over her shoulders, but she still can’t figure out the hooks in the back. She turns in order to try to see herself in the mirror, and ends up hurting her neck, snagging the hook in the fabric of the bra.
Turns out, it’s very hard and Yuuji would like to know how girls are able to twist their arms around to the back to hook the damn bra on because she swore her arms were going to fall off.
Kugisaki snorts, keeping her eyes on Yuuji like she’s the most amusing thing to watch in the world and honestly it might as well. Another minute passes before the pink haired girl finally gives up.
“I need help please,” Yuuji says flatly.
Kugisaki grins, bustling behind her and hooks the bra without looking.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome now hurry up, and let me play around for a bit—”
“—but Gojo-sensei and Fushiguro are waiting outside.”
Kugisaki shrugs her shoulders. “Let them. This is the only time I get to play with another girl.”
“You have Maki-senpai,” Yuuji points out.
Kugisaki laughs. “Exactly. I have Maki-senpai now shut up and let me doll you up.”
Yuuji pouts but she doesn’t try to brush Kugisaki off. It’s the only thing she can offer after the older girl offered her assistance and clothes for her even though Yuuji had been perfectly fine with her own clothes.
It's another hour before Yuuji finally get released into the wild. A beaming Kugisaki behind her as they both enter the common rooms.
"What took you so lo—" Fushiguro stops mid-sentence and Gojo's grinning from ear to ear. Both boys stump a little to see Yuuji dressed in that spaghetti top paired with Kugisaki's shorts (Fushiguro’s internally screaming because he’s pretty sure those shorts are worse than what Yuuji had been wearing earlier) and Gojo has no doubts that Yuuji's probably wearing some makeup.
"Gojo-sensei~" Kugisaki grins like a Cheshire cat.
"Yes?"
"Can we go out? We don't have anything planned today."
"Sure. I don't mind.” Gojo easily agrees, turning his head over to Fushiguro. “You coming along, Megumi-kun?"
Fushiguro's cheeks are a little flush and he shakes his head, muttering something about having a training practice with Maki.
"Good luck on your training, Fushiguro!" Yuuji cheers from the doorway as she eagerly awaits on Gojo and Kugisaki.
Fushiguro waves his hand, still unable to stare at his friend.
Shopping is a tiring errand and it's been two hours since they started and Kugisaki's still energetic. And somewhere along the way, they lost her.
So Gojo takes the smaller girl with him to his favourite bakery since Kugisaki's ditch them halfway anyways and the older man has no doubts that she’ll find her way back. Gojo held the door open for Yuuji who scans the bakery, nose cutely wrinkling in order to openly sniff the aroma.
“Welcome back, Gojo-san!” The cute employee greets cheerfully.
Gojo smiles at her. “Yes, hello. Come on Yuuji-kun, come order what you want.”
The employee blinks her eyes but nonetheless she smiles at ‘Yuuji-kun’ who stared at the menu, a small frown on her face.
“Sensei, what should I order?”
Gojo taps his chin, humming a little. “We can have a strawberry parfait, how does that sound? You like strawberries right?”
Yuuji eagerly nods and the employee immediately dots it down, adding in two slices of strawberry cakes. She tells them to take their seats and that she'll bring them their order.
“Shall we get settled, Yuuji-kun?” Gojo extends an arm around Yuuji’s waist, his skin prickling at the sensation of being stared at. Gojo knows the stares aren’t really for him, if anything, they were directed at his student and he can’t really blame them—Yuuji looks good, and Kugisaki seem like she worked hard.
But obviously that didn’t mean they can look at Yuuji, Gojo turns back a little to offer a strained dangerous smile at the strangers glancing over at them. They immediately turned away, satisfied, Gojo found a table, settling down outside just so it’s easier for Kugisaki to spot them when she finishes up with whatever the hell she’s doing.
The table is big enough to hold a platter, some drinks, and not much else. Gojo hums happily under his breath, fiddling with his phone, and pointing it towards Yuuji.
“Smile, Yuuji-kun.” And of course Yuuji listens, grinning like she’s at the happiest point in her life, and Gojo swoons a little.
“Why are you taking pictures, sensei?” Yuuji asks.
Gojo grins, securing the newly acquired picture into the safety of his ‘Itadori Yuuji ❤’’ folder, and making sure to keep a backup before he answers. “Just for memories.”
Before Yuuji can say anything else, the waitress comes back with their order. Yuuji’s eyes only seem to glow with excitement at the food placed in front of her and Gojo ponders if he should buy some more, just in case. Yuuji’s waiting expectantly, so Gojo tells her that she can go ahead and eat and the pink haired girl does. Gojo watches in amusement as Yuuji gobbles down on her cake and the parfait and honestly, she’s like a cute little chipmunk and now Yuuji's turned into a girl, all of her features a lot softer and utterly just as adorable—not that Yuuji’s any less adorable as a boy.
Gojo picks up one of the strawberries on top of the cake, singing in a happy tone. “Say ahnn, Yuuji-kun!”
The small girl automatically opens her mouth and snags the fruit between her teeth, biting down and tugging it out of Gojo’s fingers. Small droplets of strawberry juice spilling onto Gojo’s hand, the older man click his tongue in faux annoyance as he licks his fingers without thinking. “You’re such a messy eater, Yuuji-kun.”
Yuuji swallows the fruit, pouting a little. “I can feed myself, Gojo-sensei.”
“I know~ But won’t you amuse your teacher?” Gojo says, and he’s grabbing another strawberry to feed Yuuji, pressing the fruit against Yuuji’s soft lip, the small girl opens wide, grabbing both the fruit and a bit of Gojo’s fingers, she playfully bit down on it—Gojo’s sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, his blue eyes transfixed by the sight before him, his throat growing a bit dry from that exchange.
Yuuji says something, and honestly Gojo fails to catch it. It’s hard to focus after what just happened.
“Sorry, Yuuji-kun. I was distracted,” he pauses, searching for the right word. (Overwhelmed? Lovestruck? Enamoured? Confused?).
Yuuji gives him a thousand-watt smile, holding a spoon of the parfait to Gojo’s face. “Oh, I asked if you wanted some?”
“Are you going to feed me, Yuuji-kun?” Gojo asks, a teasing smile on his face as he leans on the table, his chin on the palm of his hand.
“It’s only fair. I can’t eat everything.”
Honestly, Gojo would have happily allow Yuuji to eat everything if the small girl wanted to. Gojo opens his mouth and Yuuji pushes the spoon into his mouth, the older man delicately laps the spoon clean.
“Good, sensei?” Yuuji grins.
Gojo hums in response, leaning forward to accept the strawberry from Yuuji’s fork (much to Gojo’s disappointment, it isn’t her fingers). Gojo grins at her, staring openly which earns him a confuse expression from his student.
“Is there something on my face?”
“No, but I just think you’re very pretty,” Gojo honestly tells her. No point in beating around the bush and much to his delight, Yuuji’s cheeks go pink, making her even prettier (not like Gojo didn’t find his regular male self pretty, it seems female Yuuji is just as pretty).
Much to his disappointment, Yuuji’s face shifts and Gojo has no doubts that Kugisaki’s probably behind him, he can almost feel the seething energy from the smaller girl.
“Sensei, I see you guys are having fun, where’s my portion?”
Gojo snickers, patting the seat next to him. “I’ll order you something, what do you want?”
Kugisaki huffs, and proceeds to order the most expensive thing on the menu and for once, Gojo doesn’t really care not when Yuuji bashfully asks him if she could get something else as well. His bank account will remain fat at the end of the day anyways.
“Your wish is my command, ladies~” Gojo sings as he approaches the counter once again.
The strongest emotions Yuuji has when she realizes that she is, in fact, now a female are excitement and sadness. Excitement, because girl parts, and sadness, because she misses her dick but she knows it’s only temporary.
“I miss my dick,” Yuuji says ten minutes into making the meatballs (pun intended) and Fushiguro looks at her funny. Time really flies when one is forced to go shopping with Kugisaki and now it’s already evening, and they’re both in the middle of making dinner.
“Already?” Fushiguro says. “You’ve been a girl for like—”
“I’m not a girl, okay,” Yuuji says, drying her hands against her pink apron so she can grab her boobs—they’re soft but they’re also a pain in the ass, and just being a girl in general is a pain in the ass especially when you’ve lived your whole life as a boy. Her actions makes Fushiguro splutter, his green eyes darting anywhere but to the current show in front of him. Yuuji sighs, complaining. “This is starting to get old.”
“Can you not?” Fushiguro hisses, slapping Yuuji’s hands away from her bosom because Fushiguro really does not need a tease show right now.
“If you really wanted to touch my boobs, you could have asked Fushiguro,” Yuuji teases and that elicits a reaction from Fushiguro, the redness on his cheeks darkening in colour and the black haired boy really wants to kick Yuuji but he won’t. Not right now. He doesn’t know how much pain Yuuji’s female version can take and he’s not willing to risk it.
“No. I really don’t.”
Yuuji’s expression falters a little and Fushiguro wants to take back his words (though he’s not entirely sure if telling Yuuji he wants to touch her boobs is even a good thing to say outloud). The small girl returns back to making meatballs, and silence falls between them.
Fushiguro shifts uncomfortably, the scent of ginger lingering heavily in the air.
“Am I pretty?”
“What?” Fushiguro stops moving his hands to glance down at Yuuji whose sporting a pretty flush across her cheeks—ah, since when did Yuuji have freckles? Were they more visible now he’s a girl or maybe because Fushiguro’s looking at her more carefully?
“I’m asking if you think I’m pretty.” Yuuji repeats.
Fushiguro’s answer gets caught in his throat, unsure of what to say. Sure, Yuuji’s pretty now, but he wasn’t bad looking as a guy either—there’s moment of relief rushing through Fushiguro when Maki-senpai enters the kitchen loudly claiming how hungry she is and Fushiguro’s never been more glad to have her around.
He returns back to making meatballs, listening absentmindedly to Yuuji’s conversation with Maki-senpai about her trip out with Gojo-sensei and Kugisaki.
“So, you’re not sure how long you’ll be staying as a girl?” Maki asks.
Yuuji shrugs her shoulders. “It’s most likely a day.”
Fushiguro really hopes so as well, he doesn’t think he can handle having his eardrums combust from overheating because Yuuji as a girl didn’t seem to have a concept of personal space and word filtering (not that Yuuji had any of those before turning into a girl—Fushiguro’s just having a hard time with a female Yuuji all up in his space).
By the time Maki-senpai leaves the room, Fushiguro says something, he’s not entirely sure what he said but apparently it’s enough to cause Sukuna to pop out.
“Is that how you really ask a girl out?” Sukuna snorts, manifesting on Yuuji’s right cheek.
Fushiguro’s cheeks colours, lip curling up in slight embarrassment and confusion because one, he couldn’t remember what he said and two, even Sukuna’s mocking him (that’s really the last thing Fushiguro needs, an old man mocking him).
Yuuji slap a hand over her cheek. Of course, Sukuna only manifests on the back of her hand.
“Shut up, Sukuna!” Yuuji hisses.
“What? I’m doing you guys a favour. Surely, you can do better than that—” Yuuji sighs, and Fushiguro has no doubts that she probably forced Sukuna back to whatever weird connection they shared with each other.
“Don’t worry about him. He can be a little too much sometimes. I guess being stuck down there can make one go crazy,” Yuuji says.
Fushiguro nods, and they both return back to making meatballs. A second passes before Fushiguro clears his throat, muttering under his breath because he didn’t want anyone else to hear. “I think you look pretty. Boy or girl.”
Yuuji pause, and when a couple more seconds passes, Fushiguro finally looks over to his cooking partner, the pink haired girl’s turned to the side but Fushiguro can see her red ears and that makes him turn red as well, his mouth gaping—
—“What’s wrong with you two?” Kugisaki asks as she enters the room with a cup in hand.
“Nothing!” They both reply.
They both exchange a small glance with each other, cheeks flush red as if they were some kind of shoujo characters that just confessed to each other or something.
Yuuji gently tugs on the sleeve of Fushiguro’s shirt, going up on her tiptoes so she can whisper into his ear. “I think you’re good looking too, Fushiguro.”
Fuck.
He’s really going to combust, Yuuji really needs to return back to his original body.
The rest of the evening is spent lazing around the common room and they’re lounging on the couch when Shoko finally comes to check up on Yuuji. As usual, she has those huge eyebags as if she hasn’t slept a wink and Gojo though, doubts it, she probably had the best sleep of her life.
They all move so Shoko can sit next to Yuuji.
“Do you feel anything? Dizziness? Any headache?” Shoko asks.
Yuuji shakes her head. “I really don’t feel any different…well…other than these—”
Kugisaki snorts, Gojo’s smile broadens, while Fushiguro chokes seeing Yuuji gesture to her chest (Yuuji’s rather large chest and Kugisaki's a bit annoyed they somewhat share the same size).
Shoko hums, checking each and every inch of Yuuji, from her ears to her mouth to her toes. She lets out a small sigh, tossing her tools back into her bag.
“Well?” Gojo asks.
“There’s nothing abnormal about Itadori. I didn’t see anything wrong with him and I can’t feel any curse on him,” Shoko explains. “My best bet is well…it might seem crazy but have you heard of the shooting star wish?”
“The one where you make a wish?” Kugisaki asks.
Shoko nods in confirmation, explaining in an almost sarcastic tone. “That’s the best explanation I can give you. Maybe someone in the world wished for Itadori to become a girl and well, we’re in this situation. Honestly I wouldn’t believe this theory since its likely impossible but considering how I can’t feel any curse on him, this is my best bet.”
Fushiguro frowns, “someone wishing for Itadori to be a girl? What for?”
Shoko shrugs her shoulders, eyeing the fidgeting girl before her then Shoko smiles. “Don’t ask me. I’m only here to give a verdict. I’d say give it a day. I’m sure Itadori will return back to his original body.”
“One day isn’t so bad, plus the day’s ending already. I’m sure I’ll wake up tomorrow morning back to normal.” Yuuji mumbles, a smile plastered on her face although she looks a little bit apprehensive in their opinion. “Okay!”
“Good. See, be a little more optimistic like Itadori. ” Shoko points out, grabbing her bag.
“Are you really going to be okay?” Fushiguro asks, silently cursing Kugisaki for giving Yuuji a spaghetti top and shorts—they’re impossibly short in his opinion, they barely even cover anything, maybe he should get her his blanket again.
“Hmm, it’s only one day. I won’t die—”
“—yeah, Yuuji-kun did managed to go the whole day without a hitch,” Gojo says, and Yuuji nods in confirmation. “Shoko, is it permanent?”
“I don’t know. I’ll have to do some research if Itadori doesn’t change back after tonight,” Shoko confirms, there’s still a knowing smile on her face and Yuuji tries her best to avoid looking at Shoko in the eyes. The older woman continues. “But I have no doubts that Itadori will change back after tonight.”
“You sound pretty confident there,” Gojo says.
“Uhm, listen,” Kugisaki starts. “Even if you don’t turn back into a boy, you’re still Itadori, you know?”
In the depths of Yuuji’s mind, Sukuna sniggers and Yuuji has to mentally shut him down because he’s awfully distracting for no reason at all.
“Right, Gojo-sensei? Fushiguro?” Kugisaki glares at the two boys who quickly nods their head. Then the older girl turns back to Yuuji grinning. “It’s prefect for me, I finally get to dress someone up.”
Yuuji grimace, she definitely didn’t like that portion at all. How Kugisaki’s able to shop all day long is a mystery to Yuuji.
“Even so, don’t worry, we’ll figure it out, okay? We’ll find a way to deal with this, whether it’s permanent or not. It makes no difference to us,” Gojo says, trying to reassure Yuuji (and honestly, he’s telling the truth. He doesn’t find any difference in having a female or male Yuuji—considering nothing really changed other than Yuuji’s biology).
Yuuji grins. “Thanks sensei!”
“Come on, show your support, Fushiguro!” Kugisaki gently nudge the black haired boy.
Fushiguro awkwardly gave Yuuji a pat on the back. “Uhm, it’ll be all right, Itadori.”
Yuuji offers them an apprehensive smile, thanking them for their words. They end up finishing the movie thirty minutes later, and she makes it back to her room safe and sound. Finally releasing the control she has over Sukuna.
“Liar,” is the first thing Sukuna says.
“You saw?” Yuuji asks, taking off her clothes so she can wear her old ones.
Sukuna snorts, “I can’t believe you really suppressed me so I wouldn’t be able tell them that you were the one that wished to turn into a girl.”
“You would have ruined my plans, you know?”
“Plans of seeing whether they would like you even as a girl?” Sukuna asks. “Creep.”
“Shut up.”
“Are you satisfied now?”
Yuuji grins, “do you think I’m pretty as a girl?”
Sukuna didn’t answer and honestly, Yuuji didn’t think he needed to, they both share the same consciousness and the fact he hasn’t pushed her out of there means he’s willing to share his answer with her—and it’s a big fat no—and frankly they both know it’s a lie.
“Well, it was fun while it lasted,” Yuuji says watching her small hands throb and slowly grow bigger again. The shift in his body aches which is to be expected when taken into consideration the fact she’s turning back into a boy.
A second later, Yuuji’s phone beeped and the pinked haired boy reaches for it, cheeks colouring as he read the message.
[From: Shoko Ieiri]
I don’t recommend doing this often. I take it, you know exactly what I mean.