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Ryoumen Sukuna
Species: Cursed Spirit (incarnated), Human (former)
Grade: Special Grade
Status: Revived
Current body constitution: 50% Human, 50% Cursed Spirit
Cause of Revival: Unknown, under investigation
Finger Count: 4
Currently Under Supervision of: Gojo Satoru
Important: Based on observation, the subject remains surprisingly docile as of current with a frequent craving for delicious food(?)
“Why is there a question mark?” Glancing up from the document in his hands, Sukuna eyes the white-haired sorcerer who’s standing in front of him.
Gojo takes the paper out of his hands while humming, “I didn’t think that would be your first focus.”
“You have a problem with my food choices?” Sukuna narrows his eyes at him.
Gojo shrugs, “Not really, but Yuuji-kun does.”
Sukuna doesn’t waste any time and turns to leave. “Brat!” He calls Yuuji loudly as he stomps out Gojo’s door, leaving to go argue with the teen.
“He didn’t even get angry that I described him as ‘surprisingly docile’.” Gojo frowns a little while he looks in the direction Sukuna left. Looking down, he places the report he had written back on his desk, a finger gently brushing over the words.
Meanwhile, Sukuna barges into Yuuji’s room with heavy steps. “You.” Sukuna stops and glares at Yuuji who’s lying in bed with his phone in his hands.
Yuuji looks up at him with a deadbeat expression. “What? What now, Sukuna? What do you want to eat now?”
Sukuna raises his head a little to look down at him. “I don’t like your attitude.”
“Sorwyyyyy.” Yuuji drags the apology with an eye roll, making Sukuna fume. “Maybe I’ll be nicer to you if you stop using my money to buy food for yourself. I’m broke now because of you.”
“I didn’t even spend that much.” Sukuna denies while crossing his arms.
Yuuji looks down and proceeds to press some buttons on his phone before getting up and shoving the screen in Sukuna’s face. “Do you see this? This is how much money I have left in my bank account. And this—” Yuuji swipes the screen downwards, showing Sukuna a long list of transaction details. “This is how much you’ve spent in two weeks!”
Sukuna rolls his eyes. “Fine, I’ll steal next time. Stop whining.”
“No! Go earn your own money!”
“Why should I when I can take whatever I want by force?” Sukuna doesn’t need money to get the things he wants.
“Because it’s wrong!”
“Then I’ll just use your money.” So in the end, they’re back at square one.
“No! I don’t even have enough money to buy a bowl of noodles now!” Poor Yuuji.
Sukuna rolls his eyes with an annoyed sigh. “Fine, I’ll just use someone else’s money.” He turns to leave before Yuuji can say anything. He has had enough of the brat’s whining. If the brat doesn’t want to give him money, he’ll just take it from someone else.
Surely someone will give him money.
“No,” Megumi rejects giving Sukuna money without any hesitation. “Just eat the cafeteria meals, they’re free.”
“I have high standards.” Sukuna is a king, and cafeteria food is no food for a king.
Megumi just ignores him and leaves. Therefore, Sukuna went and found his next target.
“No way. If you want money, Gojo sensei is loaded. Go ask him for some.” Same as Megumi, Nobara turns him down within a second. The mention of the blindfolded sorcerer successfully steers Sukuna away from her and by the end of the week, Sukuna is still moneyless.
A week later, Yuuji enters the living room and sees Sukuna slumped on the couch looking like a zombie. The King of Curses remains unmoving while he has his face buried into the cushion with a muffled, small groan. Megumi and Nobara are sitting on the other couch, the two of them completely ignoring Sukuna.
Yuuji decides to be the nice guy here. “What’s wrong with him?” They just shrug at his question, not even bothering to look his way.
Sukuna is the one who answers. “I’ve been eating nothing but those awful cafeteria food for a week.” His voice comes out muffled.
“Wow, you really are a foodie,” says Yuuji. Sukuna is acting like a dead zombie just because of some food.
“A what?” Sukuna questions like the boomer he is.
“A foodie. You know, someone who likes to eat different stuff as a hobby?”
“Can you not use ‘stuff’? I don’t eat just anything, brat.” Sukuna turns to face him with a scowl.
“Just go find Gojo sensei if you’re that desperate.” Nobara is sick of him acting like a street beggar.
“No. I hate him.” Of course Sukuna does. The curse falls silent after that, and a moment later, he snaps his head up and stands. He walks past Yuuji, heading towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Yuuji has a bad feeling about this.
“To get some real food.” Sukuna is done.
“No! You can’t steal!” Yuuji scurries after him while relenting. “Agrh, fine! I’ll give you money!”
Sukuna stops in his steps at that while Yuuji rummages for his wallet. He fishes out a note and stares at it sadly, gripping it tightly with both hands.
“I’ll miss you.” He places a kiss on the note while Sukuna just extends his hand palm-up and waits.
When Yuuji finally hands him the note, he grabs it and pulls, only to find that Yuuji isn’t letting go. Then, they proceed to have a pulling match with Sukuna pulling as hard as he dares while Yuuji keeps holding onto the money firmly with a sorrowful expression.
Their match lasts until a certain teacher pops up next to them. “What are you two doing?” Gojo questions innocently.
Yuuji makes the mistake of loosening his hold on the note at Gojo’s sudden appearance and Sukuna takes this opportunity to yank it out of his grasp, making Yuuji cry out in despair.
Once Sukuna finally gets a full view of the note, he stares at it in disgust. “I can’t even buy a decent bowl of noodles with this.” A ¥1000 note? Really?
“It’s all I have! If you don’t want it then give it back! It’s your fault I’m poor now!” Yuuji cries out and tries to get his money back but Sukuna dodges him, keeping the note out of reach.
Yuuji watches as Sukuna keeps the note inside the sleeve of his kimono, feeling crestfallen. Sukuna ignores him and continues walking towards the door, only to scowl when Gojo blocks his way.
“Let me come along with you.” Gojo phrases it nicely but in reality, he’s not giving Sukuna a choice.
Sukuna is forced to wait for Gojo to change outside Gojo’s room. The blindfold is gone when Gojo comes out and in its place is a pair of pitch-black sunglasses. He’s wearing a nice white long-sleeved shirt and a pair of black slacks with a black belt.
Sukuna doesn’t even pay Gojo’s outfit any attention. He takes the lead, not caring whether Gojo is keeping up with him or not. If he isn’t, then good for Sukuna.
In the city, Sukuna walks aimlessly along the street, passing by countless street vendors and restaurants that are clearly too expensive for him to afford. Sure, it’s not like you can’t buy anything with ¥1000, it’s just that you can’t buy anything good, at least based on Sukuna’s definition of ‘good’. He’s here for good food, not cheap, dirty street food.
He can’t even resort to something as lowly as stealing because Gojo is with him. Well, actually, Sukuna doesn’t think stealing is an act he should be ashamed of. To him, stealing means taking something that rightfully belongs to him. He is Ryoumen Sukuna. If not for the shackles placed upon him, he would’ve already wiped out this entire city. They should be grateful Sukuna is letting them live.
“You’re staring.” Gojo points out when Sukuna lingers in front of a restaurant for too long. Sukuna glares at him and continues walking.
Gojo doesn’t follow him.
When Gojo catches up to him later, he hands him a small box of sushi from the restaurant Sukuna had been eyeing earlier. Sukuna glances at it before taking it, not even looking at Gojo. Gojo doesn’t mind it; he’s already used to it.
Gojo watches Sukuna eat and waits until he finishes before taking out his wallet. Sukuna glances over at him questioningly while Gojo takes out a black credit card and shows it to him. Sukuna leans back a little at the card that’s shoved in his face, feeling puzzled.
“Do you know what’s special about a black card?” Gojo smiles while he dangles the card in front of him. “You can basically buy anything you want with it.”
“…So?” Sukuna doesn’t get what Gojo is going on about.
Gojo cuts to the chase. “You’re short on money. I can lend you some.”
“There’s no need.” Sukuna doesn’t hesitate to turn him down.
Gojo ignores his rejection and continues, “I bought you sushi so now you’ll have to follow me somewhere.” He slings an arm across Sukuna’s shoulder and stirs him in the other direction, forcing him to walk with him.
Sukuna scowls. This is why he said no. He knew Gojo wouldn’t let go of a chance to blackmail him.
Gojo leads him to a fancy tailor. Once they enter, the manager immediately comes up to them with a bright smile. “Gojo-sama, it’s been a long time.” The manager welcomes his loyal customer enthusiastically.
“It’s not for me this time,” Gojo signals to Sukuna. “A kimono with the same design as the one he’s wearing right now. Use the finest silk you have.”
“Yes, yes, of course. Please follow me.” The manager starts walking towards the direction of the measuring room while Sukuna turns to look at Gojo confusedly.
Gojo nudges him forward, encouraging. “Go on.” Sukuna follows behind the manager hesitantly, not understanding what’s going on.
When Sukuna returns after he lets them take his measurements, he sees Gojo lodging on the leather couch they have with a cup of tea placed on the glass coffee table in front of him. The sorcerer is chatting away happily with the manager and sales assistants. Another cup of tea is set down in front of him once he sits down next to Gojo while a sales attendant respectfully hands Gojo the bill. Gojo gives it a brief glance before handing it to Sukuna. Gojo gives the sales assistant his black credit card while Sukuna takes a look at the bill he was handed.
Natural Silk ¥240,000
Obi ¥100,000
Pattern ¥60,000
Shipping + Rush Order + Service Fees ¥50,000
Total ¥450,000
Sukuna stares at the amount in stunned silence, his body shocked still. ¥450,000? The brat doesn’t even have one-tenth of that amount in his bank account. This much money for a kimono?
“I thought it would be more expensive,” Gojo comments idly.
“That’s because the base design is white and the pattern is relatively simple.” The manager explains respectfully. White cloth is the cheapest, after all. Gojo hums in agreement while getting up, preparing to leave. “Your order will be delivered tomorrow morning, Gojo-sama. Thank you for your patronage!”
Sukuna is still looking dumbstruck after they leave the shop. The expression he has on his face makes Gojo feel like laughing, but the man holds it in.
“Let’s have some dessert.” Gojo suggests while he guides Sukuna down another street.
Sukuna is ushered into an obviously high-class french restaurant. The place looks so fancy that Sukuna keeps staring while letting Gojo drag him to a separate room. Once he sits down, one look at the menu makes him slam the book shut.
“I thought you wanted to eat. Don’t worry, it’s my treat.” Gojo smiles, playfulness in his eyes.
“That’s not the issue here.” Sukuna deadpans.
Gojo doesn’t look bothered. “Well, I guess you do need some time to get used to being rich.” Gojo then turns to the waiter. “Bring me all of these and these.” He points to the whole page of desserts and two sets of the main courses, ordering for Sukuna.
After the waiter leaves, Gojo props his elbows on the table and leans forward, making Sukuna lean back into his chair to keep their distance. “Fancy, right? Want to go watch a movie later? There’s a popular horror movie airing right now.”
Sukuna crosses his arms and looks at him suspiciously. “What are you planning?”
“Hmm? I plan to have a nice date with you.” Gojo smiles while Sukuna narrows his eyes at him. Sukuna doesn’t reply immediately, the curse trying to figure out what the sorcerer’s real plan is.
He doesn’t get to come up with an answer because their meals have arrived. Sukuna stares at the tiny plate of food placed in front of him for a good minute before looking back up at Gojo. “This costs 20,000 yen?!?” The size of it is for an ant! It’s so small that Sukuna can finish it in one bite!
Gojo laughs out loud at his reaction. “There are still a few more dishes. This is just the appetizer.” He explains to the curse who has never come to a French restaurant before.
Sukuna’s shoulders relax at Gojo’s answer and he looks back down at his plate. He doesn’t understand why there are two forks but he doesn’t care enough to ask. When Sukuna grabs the wrong fork, Gojo doesn’t point it out and instead just watches amusedly as Sukuna’s eyes widen at his first bite.
“Tastes heavenly, doesn’t it? Quality over quantity. The rest taste even better.” And Gojo was right.
In the end, Gojo got to witness all kinds of awestruck expressions Sukuna made at every bite of his food. The look on Sukuna’s face enchants him, a warm, fuzzy feeling blossoming in his chest. This isn’t the first time Gojo has felt like this, and it is precisely because of this that Gojo brought the curse here with him today.
When they’re both done with their food, Gojo starts, “You’re really a big eater. No wonder Yuuji-kun was crying over his bank account the other day. Next time you want something to eat, come find me and we’ll go on another date.” He winks at Sukuna playfully.
Sukuna leans back and crosses his arms. “What do you want?”
“Your undivided love and attention.” Gojo answers cheerily without skipping a beat.
“You’re making me want to puke.” Sukuna looks at him unamusedly.
Gojo smiles. “I told you this is a date, didn’t I?”
“You just want to get information out of me. I already told you, I don’t know how I got separated from the brat.” Sukuna huffs before looking away.
He’s already made it clear that he doesn’t have any idea how he got revived during the interrogation. He just woke up one day and found out that he wasn’t inside the brat’s body anymore. Clearly, the jujutsu sorcerers don’t believe him. According to them, Sukuna planned this whole revival act because, well, because he’s Ryoumen Sukuna.
“I believe you.” Gojo’s words make Sukuna turn to look at him, a hint of surprise hidden behind the curse’s red eyes. When Gojo doesn’t continue, Sukuna looks away again, staying silent.
The journey back to school retains the same silence with neither of them talking. Gojo knows that Sukuna needs time to sort things out so for once, he doesn’t bother him.
“I’ll bring you your new kimono when it arrives tomorrow.” He says when they reach Sukuna’s room.
Sukuna just mutters something in acknowledgement before he turns around to open the door. Gojo grabs his arm before he could do so.
“What?” Sukuna mutters while looking back at him.
Gojo leans in and quickly places a kiss on the mark on his forehead. “Goodnight. At least think about it, okay?”
The sudden kiss surprises Sukuna and he stares, pausing. He looks back down a moment later. “Yeah, yeah…” He gives Gojo a half-hearted reply before entering his room, not looking back.
However, the slight blush on the tip of Sukuna’s ears doesn’t go unnoticed by Gojo. The white-haired sorcerer smiles to himself while he makes his way back to his own room, preparing to turn in for the night.
The next morning, Sukuna is woken up by a ray of sunlight shining onto his face. The curse opens his eyes and groans when he sees a head of familiar white hair in his room.
“What are you doing in my room…” Sukuna mutters groggily as he raises his hand to block his eyes from the sun.
“Rise and shine~ Your new kimono is here~” Gojo raises the new kimono in his hands to show him, his voice loud and chirpy as always.
Great, Gojo is back to being his usual annoying self again. And here Sukuna was thinking he could at least have another day of peace.
Sukuna ruffles his bed hair as he sits up, giving Gojo a full view of his topless torso. He can feel Gojo staring while he stands. Sukuna ignores him. Brushing past the unannounced guest who’s standing inside his room, Sukuna locks the bathroom door behind him as he starts with his morning routine. When he gets out of the shower in a bathrobe, he sees Gojo lying on his bed and hugging his pillow.
The sight irks him.
“Get up.” He commands coldly, feeling annoyed.
Gojo hugs his pillow tighter, trying to act cute. “But you smell nice.”
“Get up or get out.” Sukuna doesn’t care.
Gojo gets up with a pout while Sukuna stands in front of his wardrobe with his arms crossed, looking at the kimono they ordered yesterday.
“You don’t like it?” Gojo asks when he sees that Sukuna is making no move to wear it.
“…...”
On the contrary, Sukuna does in fact like it. It looks so well-made that it makes him feel annoyed for some reason. To top it off, the fact that Gojo was the one who paid for it makes him even more annoyed. He doesn’t feel like accepting something so expensive from Gojo because he knows Gojo will use this to blackmail him in the future.
As if knowing what Sukuna is concerned about, Gojo says, “It’s a gift for being so cooperative ever since you got your body. No strings attached.” Seeing that Sukuna still isn’t going to wear it, Gojo teases, “Want me to dress you?”
He doesn’t wait for Sukuna’s reply before grabbing the edges of the curse’s bathrobe, preparing to strip him. Surprisingly, Sukuna doesn’t stop him. Instead, Sukuna stays still and looks on, watching Gojo’s next move with a hint of curiosity and amusement.
When the bathrobe comes undone, Sukuna watches as Gojo’s gaze racks across his body, the man’s gaze lingering on his crotch for a second longer.
“Pervert.” Sukuna says with a smirk, unfazed by Gojo’s piercing gaze.
“You wanted me to look.” Gojo turns to grab the kimono off its hanger.
“Hah.” Sukuna rolls his eyes at Gojo’s audacity. He spreads his arms to make it easier for Gojo to dress him, the soft silk of the kimono giving off a cool and soothing feeling at the touch of his skin.
“You like it?” Sukuna can tell how full Gojo is of himself just by his grin.
A tattooed hand smooths over the fabric of the kimono he’s wearing before red eyes glance up at the sorcerer, Sukuna taking his time to answer. “It would be a waste of ¥450,000 if I didn’t.”
“Spending money on you is never a waste.” Gojo replies smoothly without skipping a beat.
“I see you’re a sweet talker now.” Sukuna comments idly.
“Is it working?”
“Hm,” Sukuna glances at him with a smirk. “Maybe,” Before Gojo could say anything however, Sukuna continues, “But I still won’t date you.”
“Ehhhhhh why?!?!” Gojo thought he was doing alright.
“I’m not a fool. Your obligation as a sorcerer outweighs your obligation as a lover. In the end, you’ll be the one to cut off my head.” Sukuna sees no point of this.
“It won’t come to that.” Gojo wouldn’t let it.
“You killed your best friend. Tell me, if those good-for-nothings decided that it’s finally time to get rid of me, would you disobey? Or would you follow through like the jujutsu sorcerer you are?” Merciless red eyes glance at Gojo.
“I killed millions of innocent humans, and that number will only increase in the future. Can you still say you like me?” As expected, Gojo doesn’t answer immediately.
“Don’t use love as a pretence to get what you want from me.” If Gojo thinks he can get Sukuna to cooperate by making the curse fall for him, he’s wrong.
“I won’t let history repeat itself. Even if you tell me to stop liking you, I can’t do that. Do you think I wanted to like you either? I fell for you and I can’t control that.” Gojo’s rare display of earnestness comes off as shocking to Sukuna, the curse sensing no lies in the sorcerer’s words.
It’s strange, but Gojo is being true to his feelings. The day when he first felt this affection towards Sukuna, he promptly slapped himself, trying to snap himself out of it. It’s needless to say it didn’t work. Gojo has given this a lot of thought. He tried to persuade himself to give it up but his heart just wouldn’t let go.
“Why are you even infatuated with me?” Sukuna doesn’t get it.
“Remember the day you first got your body? The moment your face lit up at your first bite of food sealed the deal for me. You can call it something similar to ‘love at first sight’.” Gojo remembers how the inexistent flowers kept blooming around the curse.
Sukuna just looks at him as if he’s a creep. “You had a crush on me for a month?” Is that even considered long or short? Sukuna doesn’t know these things.
“That’s right~” This love confession didn’t just come out of nowhere.
Sukuna looks like he’s out of words before he sighs, getting straight to the point. “I don’t like you.”
“I know, that’s why I’m telling you to go on a few dates with me. You’ll change your mind, I’ll make sure of it.” Gojo winks behind his blindfold. The worst part is Sukuna doesn’t even need to see his eyes to know he’s winking.
Sukuna brings up a hand to massage his temple as he thinks over Gojo’s proposal. He should reject it, really, but rejecting Gojo means he will lose his lunch money. Is putting up with this manchild really worth the money? Is Sukuna willing to let himself get annoyed by Gojo every second of the day just for some good food?
Sukuna has an answer, and Sukuna doesn’t like it.
He really doesn’t want to be stuck eating cafeteria food for weeks. Honestly, he doesn’t even feel bad about using Gojo’s feelings to get what he wants. He has already made it clear he doesn’t like the man, and he isn’t planning to start liking him anytime soon either.
“Maybe start by changing that cocky attitude of yours.” That’s probably the trait Sukuna likes the least about Gojo.
“No can do~!”
And already, the sorcerer is getting on his nerves.
Gojo Satoru doesn’t disappoint.
After the sorcerer’s confession, Sukuna has been getting dragged around the city whenever Gojo is free. On days without missions, Gojo would bring him out for lunch during lunch break. On days with missions, Gojo would bring him out for dinner after Gojo returned from his missions. If Gojo returned late, Gojo would show up in front of his door at night and bring him out for supper. Out of seven days a week, they are eating out at least five of them.
Some days Gojo would bring him to watch horror movies, where Gojo would sit beside him without even flinching at jumpscares. Sukuna had low-keyed thought the sorcerer would use this chance to act scared and cling to him, and Gojo does, when Sukuna questioned him. It’s safe to say Sukuna had dug his own grave.
Also, Gojo had tried bringing him to a theme park once, but Sukuna didn’t like that kind of place—there were too many humans. They didn’t go there a second time.
Anyway, the thing is—Sukuna just cares about the food.
Two weeks of dating later, their relationship hasn’t even progressed past friends. No, labelling them as friends isn’t even close. Sure, Sukuna has grown more comfortable with interacting with Gojo and isn’t acting hostile towards the sorcerer anymore, but Sukuna just sees Gojo as the man who pays his meals, nothing more, nothing less. He doesn’t feel an inch of romantic feeling towards Gojo at all. He really just thinks Gojo is annoying.
Gojo, on the other hand, is sad. Two whole weeks of trying and their relationship is still getting nowhere. He bought Sukuna everything he wanted and even the things that he didn’t want too. He’s doing a good job—at least that’s what he thinks.
Sighing, Gojo has his shoulders slumped as he drags his feet beside Sukuna. They’re on another one of their dates today and just like usual, Sukuna responds to everything he says with that impassive tone of his. Sukuna almost never initiates the conversation, never smiles—mocking smiles, yes, but not genuinely happy smiles—and never looks like he’s interested in anything but food.
Next to Gojo, Sukuna furrows his eyebrows. He’s been asking the sorcerer where are they going but isn’t getting any response.
“Oi.” They’ve been walking for a while now with no clear destination. “Gojo Satoru.” Again, Gojo doesn’t seem to hear him.
Fed up with being ignored, Sukuna reaches out a hand and pushes—it was supposed to be a nudge, really, but Sukuna was annoyed and put too much force in it—Gojo to get his attention.
Gojo didn’t manage to catch himself in time.
Japan’s strongest sorcerer falls down on all fours, his sunglasses flying off his nose and landing on the floor some distance away. Now facing the ground, Gojo blinks, uncovered blue eyes staring at the concrete floor beneath him.
A silent moment later, the sorcerer’s head snaps up. “You pushed me!” Gojo exclaims in disbelief with tears of the betrayed.
Badump.
Sukuna feels his heart skipping a beat at the sight of the fallen sorcerer. The curse stares down at the teary-eyed man, staying silent while the sorcerer starts whining about how cold-hearted he is.
What is this feeling?
Sukuna can feel his heart pounding hard in his chest as flowers start blooming around Gojo. What? Sukuna feels like he’s wearing a pair of rose-tinted glasses. No, this is… Did he just fall for the sorcerer just because of a simple fall? Is this…?
Gojo is acting like a child and Sukuna likes it? What’s wrong with him? Is he into whinny brats now? Or is it because of those incredibly beautiful eyes? Or is it the crying? Or maybe it’s the triumph feeling of having Gojo Satoru in tears beneath his feet?
Or is it all of those reasons combined?
Gojo is still whining like a little child when he notices how quiet Sukuna is. Glancing up, Gojo notices the bright blush visible on Sukuna’s cheeks, the curse covering the lower part of his face with the back of his hand.
Eh?
Gojo stills completely, feeling that his brain has just short-circuited. In the now deafening silence, the both of them stare at each other, unmoving. Another minute passes before Gojo starts moving, him extending his arms out to Sukuna.
Averting his gaze, Sukuna grabs his hands, pulling Gojo up from the ground. Gojo lets go before he could and before he knew it, those pair of hands are already cupping his face, Gojo pulling him in for a kiss on the lips. Shocked still, he lets Gojo slip his tongue in, the sorcerer deepening the kiss. Sukuna is out of breath when Gojo pulls away.
“I told you so. You’ll fall for me.” Gojo beams as if he wasn’t just depressed a few moments ago while Sukuna holds his flustered face in his hand, not replying.
Turns out Sukuna didn’t have to as a deep voice sounds next to them. “You two make a cute couple,” comments the black-haired man who has a scar on his lips.
Sukuna turns to look at the newcomer before stating, “He looks like Fushiguro Megumi.” The muscular man has similar features as the black-haired sorcerer.
“And you’re as red as a tomato because of a little kiss. First time?” Toji smirks at him while Sukuna’s fingers twitch in annoyance.
“What is it this time? You’re spoiling the mood.” Gojo pouts as he wraps his arms around Sukuna, resting his chin on top of the curse’s head.
Toji reaches his hand into the mouth of the worm hanging around his shoulder and pulls out a gift box. “Give this to Megumi for me.” Because Gojo’s hands are preoccupied, Sukuna grabs the present for him unwillingly.
Gojo gives the black-haired man a bored stare. “Your last present sucked.” Toji gave Megumi a stack of cash as a present last year.
Toji doesn’t seem bothered. “Did he say that or you?”
“You know Megumi-kun is too nice to say it.” Gojo rolls his eyes while Toji turns to leave.
“Then it doesn’t suck, hotshot.”
Once the mysterious person is gone, Sukuna cocks an eyebrow at Gojo for an explanation.
“Megumi’s birthday is coming soon. His father doesn’t have the face to meet him so he asks me to pass it on for him.” Gojo takes the gift box and gives it a shake, trying to guess what awful present Toji has prepared this year.
“He has zero cursed energy.” It’s the first time Sukuna has seen a person with completely zero cursed energy.
Gojo looks away from the present. “Curious? I’m jealous. You’re asking about someone else when you could be asking about me instead.” Upon receiving Sukuna’s unimpressed stare, Gojo gives him the answer he’s looking for. “Heavenly Restriction. One of a kind. A perfect trait for fighting against anyone who relies on cursed energy to pinpoint their enemies.”
Sukuna cocks an eyebrow at Gojo’s sudden change of tone. It’s almost like Gojo is remembering something unpleasant.
“I don’t like talking about him,” Gojo admits when he sees how Sukuna is looking at him. “He almost got me once.”
“Hah? You let someone who can’t even sense cursed energy beat you?” Sukuna can’t believe this man. The strongest sorcerer being beaten up by a non-sorcerer? Is Gojo for real?
“You shouldn’t underestimate him. He’s not the Sorcerer Killer for nothing.” Gojo’s serious.
Someone whom even Gojo Satoru wouldn’t underestimate? That’s a first. This is Gojo Satoru they’re talking about, the arrogant sorcerer who claimed to be able to defeat even Ryoumen Sukuna.
This is the first time Sukuna doesn’t know how to respond.
A week later.
Ever since Sukuna has reciprocated Gojo’s feelings for him, their relationship has started to have obvious signs of progress. Finally, Gojo gets to be the second most important thing to Sukuna. If you’re wondering, food holds first place (poor Gojo).
“You will never be more important than food.” That was what Sukuna had said to him when he whined about this to him. The words were like an arrow, piercing Gojo straight through the heart.
Other than that, they’re doing okay. Gojo gets to hug Sukuna whenever he wants and the curse won’t push him away anymore. Sukuna would be tucked comfortably in his arms while Gojo rests his chin on his shoulder, watching whatever Sukuna is watching on his phone. If Gojo tries to be more handsy than that and sneaks his hand beneath Sukuna’s kimono, the curse will break his finger without any hesitation.
“I thought we shared the same feelings.” Gojo pouts while retracting his hand.
“I never said I was dating you.”
“We went on so many dates—!”
“Food trips.” Those weren’t dates to Sukuna.
Gojo rests his chin back on Sukuna’s shoulder while complaining. “I forgot you’re old schooled…”
“It is you who are a pervert.” Sukuna’s lower eye glances back at him.
“Says the one who fucked more women than me.”
“No, I didn’t.”
Gojo doesn’t buy it. “You specifically said ‘Where are the women?’ when you first took over Yuuji’s body.”
“I meant them as food, you dumbass. Their meat is tender than men.” Sukuna scowls at him while speaking openly about cannibalism.
“…” Gojo is silent for a moment before asking, “So you’re a virgin?”
There’s a suspicious pause. “…No.”
When Gojo snickers at him, Sukuna uses his elbow to hit him in the stomach. Surprisingly, Gojo lets him by not activating Infinity. Leaning forward, Gojo hugs him closer, his touch full of affection.
“Would you eat my meat?”
Sukuna doesn’t even have to think about how to answer. “Why would I not?” He gets to have a taste of the flesh of Japan’s current strongest sorcerer. He isn’t going to give up on a chance as good as that.
Sukuna’s betrayal makes Gojo gasp.
As the sorcerer starts whining, the cruse finds himself smiling.
Hm, perhaps he would let the sorcerer get a little handsy with him after all.
Three weeks of dating later.
The two strongest beings in Japan step through the curtain, entering the area that’s been reported of a special grade cursed spirit sighting. At a glance, they don’t spot the said cursed spirit in the abandoned shop lot. Sukuna leaves the troublesome things to Gojo while he walks in the other direction with his hands in his white pants pocket. Gojo warns him to not go off too far before he starts his search for the curse.
Now alone, Sukuna scans the shops boredly as he walks, not spotting anything unusual. That is, until he suddenly stops in his tracks. Furrowing his eyebrows, he enters a shop, sensing a familiar cursed energy coming from inside.
On the counter are cursed objects that he’s all too familiar with. Ten of his fingers are strapped onto a cloth, laid out nicely as if it’s trying to tell him that it’s a trap.
Sukuna looks up and scans the area once more before looking back down, his gaze fixated on his fingers. Picking one up, he observes it closely before swallowing it. He waits it out for a minute and when he doesn’t feel anything off, he starts his finger feast.
He reaches the sixth finger before Gojo finds him. Immediately, the sorcerer snatches the remaining four fingers away from him, making him click his tongue.
Gojo pulls down his blindfold and observes the fingers with his Six Eyes, catching an extremely faint trail of foreign cursed energy on them. “These fingers have been tampered with.”
Sukuna crosses his arms and looks to the side. “I didn’t sense anything off.” He mutters, trying to defend himself.
There’s a serious look on Gojo’s face before he keeps the fingers with him. “We should go.”
Following the sorcerer out, Sukuna suddenly has the feeling of glancing back. He sees a dark figure standing in front of the shop they were in but the figure disappears the moment he blinks.
When they’re starting to near the curtain, Sukuna crosses his hands behind his head while walking past Gojo. “I need something to drink.” He wants to get rid of the disgusting taste of his wax fingers on his tongue.
“Sukuna, stay with me.” Gojo warns behind him.
Suddenly, Sukuna stops in his steps just before the curtain. Before Gojo could say anything, he turns around and grabs the man by the collar, pulling him down for a kiss. The kiss is sudden, but Gojo kisses him back anyway.
Sukuna lets Gojo’s tongue slip in and when he’s sure Gojo has his guard down, he yanks the man away from himself and throws Gojo right out the curtain. It’s already too late when Gojo realizes what Sukuna wants to do.
Now alone inside the veil, Sukuna turns around to face his new company.
A man walks out from the shadow of an alleyway, clad in a set of monk attire. “Didn’t know you were this self-sacrificing.” The stitched scar on the black-haired man’s head comes to light along with his amused smirk.
Sukuna stuffs his hands into his pockets and looks at his old acquaintance lazily. “What did you do to my fingers?”
“I just added some flavouring.” Jokes the ancient sorcerer who is currently possessing Geto Suguru’s body.
“And yet they still tasted like shit.” Sukuna looks unamused.
“Who knows? Maybe someone had really used them to touch shit?” Kenjaku shrugs.
“Speak your purpose before he breaks his way in.” Sukuna says impatiently.
What is Kenjaku’s goal for him to place a curtain on top of Gojo’s, moreover with the condition of letting the people inside leave freely while keeping Gojo Satoru out?
Kenjaku stops with the small talk and gets straight to the point. “Either join us or keep Gojo Satoru and yourself out of my plans.”
“And why would I listen to you?” Sukuna isn’t impressed.
“I gave you the body you’re using right now. You don’t want to know how much control I have over my creation.” Kenjaku smirks. “If you can’t keep Gojo Satoru at bay, well, you wouldn’t like the plan I’ve installed. I assure you.” 📦
“…...”
Outside, Gojo was contemplating on blasting his way in with Hollow Purple when the black curtain starts to recede. Once the curtain is gone, Sukuna strides out casually with his hands in his pockets.
Gojo’s expression is serious. “What happened inside?”
Gojo isn’t dumb. The purposely placed fingers, the double curtain, Sukuna not wanting to let him interfere— Gojo is testing him, to see if he’s going to lie or tell the truth.
“I got rid of the cursed spirit for you.” Sukuna answers impassively.
Gojo steps in front of him to stop him from leaving. “And? What did it want?”
Sukuna averts his eyes to the side and answers the obvious. “To kill me.”
“Then why did you throw me out the curtain?” Gojo doesn’t buy it.
“I saved your ass and not even a ‘thank you’?” Sukuna eyes him briefly.
“You and I both know I don’t need saving.” Gojo doesn’t let him off the hook.
With Gojo not budging and Sukuna not telling the truth, they find themselves at a standstill. Under Gojo’s pressuring stare, Sukuna is the one who gives in at the end.
“They wanted me to join them. They also wanted you out of the picture. Happy now?”
Gojo’s gaze is still on him. “And what did you say?”
Sukuna just walks past him, not answering the question. “I’m hungry.”
Gojo watches with an unreadable expression as Sukuna walks away from him. The curse doesn’t slow in his steps, not caring if Gojo is following him or not.
Sukuna makes his way to town, his stomach growling from hunger. Kenjaku said he gave him this body so it’s not surprising if the man had tampered around with it. There must be a reason why he always easily gets hungry.
Gojo finally joins him when the plates of sushi he ordered came. In the crowded sushi restaurant, the sorcerer sits beside him on the high stools. Sukuna ignores him and starts eating, not even glancing his way. Gojo watches as the curse stuffs sushi into his mouth, gobbling down plates of food as if they hadn’t just eaten breakfast a few hours ago.
When Sukuna’s eating finally slows down, which indicates he’s starting to feel full, Gojo speaks, “Are you going to answer my question now?”
“No.” Comes the crude answer. Gojo furrows his eyebrows a little but before he could say anything, the curse finally glances sideways at him. “I told them no.” Sukuna says before turning back to his food.
Gojo blinks under his blindfold at his answer before grinning. “Aww is it because you like me~?” The man teases playfully.
“Yes.” Contrary to what he expected, Sukuna doesn’t deny it and instead admits it. “So don’t get yourself in a pinch. They’re confident in outplaying you.” There’s a hint of seriousness in his voice at the end of his sentence.
“Suku-chan~~~~” Immediately, Gojo wraps his arms around him and adoringly squeezes the daylights out of him while rubbing his face against Sukuna’s cheek. Every day, Gojo just falls more in love with the King of Curses.
Grunting, Sukuna lets the manchild cling to him while his mind wanders elsewhere. To be honest, Sukuna’s a little concerned. Kenjaku’s threats shouldn’t be taken lightly, and looking at how cocky the white-haired sorcerer is, Sukuna’s sure the other would eventually fall for the ancient sorcerer’s tricks.
When they get back to school, Gojo drags him to the infirmary for a check-up despite him saying that he’s fine.
“I don’t see anything wrong with him.” Shoko states after a throughout check on Sukuna. “Whatever it is, the effect isn’t immediate.”
“The cursed energy left on the fingers is too faint to draw conclusions. They have a knack for hiding their trails.” Gojo sits on the chair with his fingers interlaced as he thinks.
“I told you I’m fine.” Sukuna huffs and rolls his eyes at his partner’s insistence. If the fingers really were dangerous or lethal, he wouldn’t have eaten them in the first place.
Ryoumen Sukuna is one with extremely high mastery of cursed energy. Even though he doesn’t have eyes like Gojo’s—well, he doesn’t need them—he still has an incredibly high perception when it comes to cursed energy. It’s just that Kenjaku has always had a way of bypassing his senses—that sly old fox.
As to what exactly did Kenjaku do to his fingers, he guesses that they’ll just have to find out when the time comes.
But what Sukuna doesn’t know is that when the time does come, Sukuna would regret eating those tampered fingers in the first place.