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“just in there, sir.” said the xx employee, gesturing to a metal door with a little window in the top. i smiled to myself at the title. no one ever called me sir before. nice.
i thanked them and made my way into the room. it was small, and very simple. literally nothing in there but two plastic chairs. the walls weren’t even painted, just cold metal. i sat in one of the chairs, waiting. the other guy wasn’t there yet. what was his name again? yuki? ryuji? something like that.
just then the door burst open, a tallish guy with spiky pink hair and a yellow hoodie rushing in.
“sorry i’m late!” he gasped, “it took us forever to get through their security because gojo-sensei wouldn’t give up this wine that he brought to share with whoever they paired him with. he said it was really expensive and fancy and”
to be honest i stopped paying attention after that. goddamn this guy could talk. oh wait. he was actually talking to me now.
“i’m itadori yuuji and i like women like jennifer lawrence! whats your name?” after this he finally made eye contact with me. really freakin intense eye contact.
“oh, i’m denji.” he had mentioned some girl. good talking point. “who’s jennifer lawrence?”
he stared at me like i was a psycho. eh, nothing new there.
“only the. most. gorgeous actress ever!” oh. okay then. “what kind of women do you like?”
my immediate mental response was “any, really. i’m not picky.” or “miss makima.” but it seemed like this guy was trying really hard to make conversation, so might as well help him out. “big butts. i like big butts.” hey, it’s not a lie.
*they talk about girls and other random little things some more but i don’t feel like writing that all out. point is they get along really well.*
after some conversation i was really starting to like this guy, yuuji. he’s real easy to talk to, and he doesn’t treat me like a little kid or an animal. he has this weird vibe, though. like, super sweet and chill, but with the potential to snap and go berserk at any moment. i can respect that in a person.
“so, i know a bit about you now, denji, but not really,” yuuji noted, “i got a basic rundown of how the world you’re from works, but the people wouldn’t really tell me anything about your abilities or who you were.”
come to think of it… “yeah same here, but, you know, about you.” all i knew was that he was a jujutsu sorcerer who has magic energy and goes to some special school for people like that, where they learn to fight curses, which sound a hell of a lot like devils. but unlike devils, not everyone can see ‘em.
“i can go first,” he offered, “so, the school i go to is jujutsu tech high, and i ended up there because i was in the occult club at the highschool i was at before, and we found this weird little box…”
*two lengthy backstory explanations later because i’m lazy*
holy shit, our lives are similar. except i had to fucking die to get cool powers and this dude just had to eat a finger. well, more than one i guess, but still. there’s been days of my life where i would’ve been happy to eat a finger. also i don’t go to a cool magic school with cool magic people. i work a government job with a bunch of deeply broken people instead. but at this point i was pretty used to envying other people’s lives.
“so, you can go into chainsaw mode pretty much whenever you want, right?” yuuji asked, shaking me out of my thoughts.
“mostly, yeah, unless i’ve lost a lot of blood. i mean, not that that stops me necessarily. it’s just super dangerous. but everything is at my job so whatever.”
“could you… now?”
“um, i could, but xx would probably get really mad if i got blood everywhere, which is a big possibility.” damn. if we were anywhere else i totally would’ve. showing off my chainsaws is pretty fun.
“aww, that sucks.” yuuji groaned. and then something really weird happened. his facial expression changed all of a sudden, from friendly and soft to sinister. he looked the same otherwise, but also like a totally different person.
“well that’s too bad. guess you’ll just have to be in trouble then~” and his voice. this was NOT yuuji anymore.
before i could react, or even speak, he had leaned forward, pulled my ripcord, and stepped back, all one fluid movement. my engine roared and everything flashed white hot for a moment as the saw split my skull open, making way for my other form’s head.
this asshole. there was already dark red splattering the floor, so fuck it. i lunged at not-yuuji, going in saw-arms first. he was fast though, and dodged out of the way with ease. i snapped my head over to where he had moved. this guy was smirking, with his hands in his friggin pockets. oh hell no. i lunged again, faster this time.
he chuckled, “oh, how very entertaining. and creative. your world must really be something… i think i’d like to fight a devil.”
yeah, he was chatting it up, but i was not in the mood for conversation. i kept going for him, but he was too quick. i managed to land a couple surface level nicks, but that was all. he ducked under my swinging arm, and then… stopped, frozen in place. his face changed from that stupid grin to a worried grimace. yuuji. i stopped dead, turning back in to normal me with another flash, as much as i wanted to kill that other guy.
“oh my goodness i am so so sorry!” he cried, “sukuna’s such a dickhead! are you alright?!” oh. so that’s what all that was. i should have guessed. i mean, he had told me all about the curse demon guy living in his head.
“it’s okay. didn’t mean to scratch you up like that, dude. he was just pissing me off so much.”
but he didn’t seem at all worried about his injuries. “ah, it’s fine. i heal quickly. and yeah, sukuna’s pretty skilled at getting people riled up, so i seriously don’t blame you.”
we both scanned the blood-spattered room, and looked back at one another with wide open eyes. if xx didn’t kill me, aki definitely would. he was always going off on me and power about our “disrespectful behavior” and “destruction of property”.
“we’re in for it now, huh?”