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“....so,” Itadori Yuuji starts, “What’s your favorite food?”
Sukuna’s lower set of eyes glare down at his vessel from the side, huffing at the mortal’s pathetic attempt at making small talk. Every single second he spends with him he finds himself scorning the foolish brat’s pathetic existence even more.
Still, he replies, “Humans. I thought that the woman with the glasses said that as part of the rumour?”
The child groans, an incoherent and intelligible string of petty whining and complaining leaving his lips. How annoying.
It's been a couple weeks since they got bound together that one night and Sukuna just wants to shove his hand into his vessel’s stomach and pull his finger out, effectively severing their bond and sealing him back to his dormant state. He really doesn’t know why he continues to let himself linger around such an insufferable little brat.
The supernatural sighs, he has no choice but to indulge the boy in hopes that he’ll stop bothering him.
“Tea.”
“Huh?”
“...I like tea.”
“Okay then!” Itadori beams, happily skipping off to who-knows-where now that he’s finally gotten what he wanted. Sukuna finds himself staring blankly at the now-empty space a few steps below his perch, the heart he swears he abandoned alongside his mortal body centuries ago racing at the split-second image of gentle caramel colored eyes glowing amber in the sun.
He’s probably seeing things, right? It’s too hot out right now and he’s been sitting under the harsh heat of the sunlight for too long now, maybe he should probably go back inside. Yeah, maybe he should, he thinks, cradling his suddenly too-hot face with clawed hands.
(He’s just making excuses. There’s no way he can feel the heat of the sun — he’s dead.)
“Ta-da!”
“....what?”
For the second time that week, Sukuna finds himself staring blankly at his vessel, utterly baffled at whatever hijinks he’s pulling. This time, the brat’s holding various plastic bottles of whatever sugary drink his fellow foolish humans have come up with over the years of his dormancy in his arms haphazardly, ice melting and water staining his shirt and the asphalt down below.
“You said you liked tea, right?” Sukuna blinks once, then twice at him.
“Well I wasn’t exactly sure what kind of tea you liked, so I asked Sasaki-senpai and Iguchi-senpai. Didn’t tell them about our, uh, ‘situation’ though”
Right, situation. Vessel and supernatural, host and parasite.
“That weird teacher with the blindfold...Gojo-sensei?” Sukuna whips his head around so fast at the name and winces at the whiplash. ”He gave me some recommendations too. The two kids he was with were kinda looking at me weird though.”
Sukuna awkwardly takes one bottle — Iced tea? Just what kind of shit have these people been coming up with? — from his pile and looks at it for a moment, having no idea how to open it. Itadori puts the rest of the bottles aside and takes Sukuna’s, gripping the cap and twisting it and handing it back.
“Thanks,” His vessel beams again and the supernatural finds himself smiling back.
“...hey Yuuji,” He says after a while, testing the sound of his vessel’s given name on his tongue. “Stay away from that Gojo-sensei of yours. Those two kids he was with too.”
“Ehh? Why? They seem nice” He pouts and the King of Curses finds himself staring at his lips a moment too long.
“They’re exorcists, too dangerous to stay around them.”
Now it’s Yuuji’s turn to stare at him blankly, information not really registering inside that empty head of his.
“........but I just agreed to go to the movies with them though.”
Sukuna finds himself sighing for the hundredth time that day, head pressing against the bottle of iced tea in his hands. What a truly pathetic existence indeed.