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Everyone has a soulmate or multiple soulmates. Each and every soul is crafted to work in tandem with others to be loved by others. The thing about soulmates is that no one truly knows if they exist even jujitsu sorcerers don’t know. The talk of soulmates is always some fantasy ‘you're the one’ type thing but no one can truly know if the people they love are their soulmates.
There are two people who know or at least have an idea of soulmates. Mahito is a curse with the ability to touch and change soul’s loves to mess around with the bonds between souls causing more pain for others. The other is Yuuji with the knowledge of his soul plus dying has led him to understand that souls are connected in some way but still not truly understanding how.
It wasn’t till junpei died and Mahito tried to touch Yuuji’s soul that he was enlightened on soulmates. He became even more enlightened when all was over and he touched Nanami and felt the buzz between them and the pink, white, orange and light blue glow coming from Nanami’s chest or more accurately his soul. The pink felt soft and welcoming but the white and orange felt dormant like the white and orange soul isn’t here with them. The blue was almost nonexistent clinging on like the memories of the dead do.
Later on when he was back with Gojo the man hugged him in a way of comfort. Though Yuuji was distracted from the Pink, Dark Blue, Yellow, brown and fading Black surrounding the man. The pink envelopes Yuuji as Nanami's pink did, comforting him more than the hug. The other colors lay still only moving with Gojo and refusing to touch Yuuji.
Gojo pulled Nanami - who was trying to tell Gojo what happened on the mission - into his arms squeezing Yuuji and Nanami together. Yuuji at that point witnesses something beautiful, the white and yellow coming together to dance with each other between the two men. The colors envelope the two desperately clinging on to each other and Yuuji knows that this is what soulmates are.
———
Yuuji doesn’t get to see more soulmate bonds come together like that till he is officially alive and with his friends. They’re all in the lounge room when Kugisaki punches him and he gets a face full of pink and a loud angry buzz. Fushiguro hits him on the back of his head and he gets more pink around him. He sees Maki and Kugisaki touch and green and magenta come together to dance around the two. Mai and Momo Touch and there’s purple and sage green clinging around them.
Yuuji understands his sight now after being around more people. If people touch he sees their bonds and if he touches them he sees all of their bonds. It’s all a little disorienting especially when fighting and he sees flashes of colors flying about.
At the end of the exchange event Yuuji was overstimulated in ways hadn’t ever been before. Though the colors are pretty and it’s nice to see the soul bonds come together but in the middle of a fight it’s hard not to get overwhelmed.
———
Yuuji is cuddled up to Kugisaki and Fushiguro, the three of them exhausted from the fight with the brothers. The pit in Yuuji’s stomach is vast at the thought of the two brothers; they lived for each other and he could see that in their bonds. Yuuji wonders about the third but he doesn’t tell the others of a third brother, not when he could be living happily somewhere.
The three are all on Fushiguro’s bed - after seeing Shoko - and they refuse to leave each other’s side for the night. The three of them are laying in pink dark blues and magenta’s all swarming together and dancing around them. Fushiguro’s dormant white and baby blue twist around him like they could since the danger he was in earlier. Kugisaki dormant dark green and lavender curls around her arm that she puts nails in trying to soothe pain that’s gone.
In moments like this, when Yuuji is sad he can’t see the colors of his soul. He knows he is pink and that he is connected to Nanami, Gojo, Kugisaki, and Fushiguro but it would be nice to see them all. Yuuji is content with seeing just others colors and the beauty they make.
“It’s pretty.” Yuuji whispers out loud, his voice echoing in the quiet room. His two friends that lay on top of him that were previously listening to his heart look up at him. Fushiguro’s face has small creases from Yuuji’s hoodie and his eyes droop from exhaustion. Kugisaki's face is slightly red from the constant nuzzling she does when trying to get comfortable.
“What is?” Kugisaki asks her voice low and quiet unlike her usual loud brashness. Fushiguro hums after her question, not willing to really talk. Yuuji smiles at his friends and sees the mixture of the colors lighting them up, illuminating them in ways natural light couldn’t.
“You know soulmates?” Yuuji asks, staring at the colors twist around Yuuji, sending a warm low buzz in his chest. The two send confused looks to each other wondering what Yuuji is going on about.
“Yeah we know the concept, why?” Kugisaki answers for both her and Fushiguro who just hums along with her.
“What I’m about to say is going to sound crazy but,” Yuuji takes a deep breath letting the vibration of blue and magenta soothe his worries, “soulmates are real and i see them.”
“Itadori, are you high?” Kugisaki accuses as she sets up to look at Yuuji lying below her. Her concern for him is written on her face and the pink tightens around Yuuji. Fushiguro’s hand comes up to Yuuji’s face caressing his cheeks and his eyebrows cress together in worry.
“Why do you always think I’m on something?” Yuuji questions, his face pinched together annoyed.
“Because you say weird shit.” Fushiguro hums again to her statement and Yuuji scoffs at them. He doesn’t say weird shit like yeah saying he sees soulmates is weird but it true!
“I really do though, I see soulmate bonds!” Yuuji argues, realizing a little too late that this might have been a bad idea. Fushiguro sluggishly pats his cheek in a slightly condescending way.
“The kid is telling the truth, I unfortunately have to see the colors too.” The gruff obnoxious voice from the mouth on Yuuji’s cheek states, Fushiguro pulls his hand off Yuuji’s cheek after his hand touches Sukuna’s mouth. Yuuji slap’s the mouth on his cheek away, annoyed about the intrusion.
“Wait, you seriously see soulmates or bonds or whatever?” Kugisaki asks, a little frantic, her eyes wide in complete shock. Fushiguro sits up slightly on his elbow looking at Yuuji, his face alone saying everything.
“Yes, I see different colors of everyone’s soul and see how they combine with other souls like right now.” Yuuji explains his smile wide in joy of being able to talk about it with his own soulmates.
“Wait, were soulmates?” Fushiguro’s drowsy voice finally makes an appearance, his eyes scrunched up to keep himself awake.
“Like romantically because I’m a lesbian so that makes no sense.” Kugisaki adds her own question that Yuuji honestly hadn’t thought about.
“No or else me and Fushiguro would be romantic soulmates with Gojo-Sensei and personally I’m not into the teacher-student romance thing.” Fushiguro glares at him, his mouth scrunching up in a frown.
“I’m not soulmates with Gojo.”
“I’m sorry I didn't know you also had the ability to see soul bonds.” Yuuji sasses back at Fushiguro pursuing his lips in a clear joking manner. Fushiguro Huff and then collapses back onto Yuuji’s chest, annoyed.
“Oh thank god that makes so much more since.” Kugisaki collapses on Yuuji's chest as well and nuzzles her face into his hoodie. Yuuji holds on to the two and goes back to watching the pretty colors.
“What do they look like? Our souls I mean.” Kugisaki mumbles due to her face being squished into his chest. Fushiguro once again hums with her question making Yuuji giggle.
“Fushiguro’s is dark blue and Kugisaki is magenta and I’m a bright pink.” Cheerfully tells them as he watches the colors dance and jump in excitement as they cling to each other.
“Magenta is a pretty color. I think it’s perfect for me.” Kugisaki mumbles before falling to sleep, Fushiguro following right along with her. Yuuji fell asleep not soon after the last thing his eyes caught was the colors settling around them as a soothing blanket.
———
It’s a slow Saturday afternoon of Yuuji quietly reading manga in his room alone. He is finally able to catch up on one of his favorite series after being busy for days. Fushiguro is unfortunately unable to hang out as he has a mission with Maki-San leaving Yuuji lonely.
Yuuji would hang out with Kugisaki but she decided to go on a shopping spree after her mission from Thursday leaving Yuuji even lonelier. Yuuji idly lays not at all annoyed that the only people his age that he’s fully comfortable being around 24/7 just up and left him. He is just being clingy that all he can get over it.
The door to his room burst open loudly slamming on the wall, probably denting it. The culprit of startling the shit out of him was Kugisaki who entered frantically. She slams the door back shut before jumping in his bed. Her face is bright red and she is sweating like she tan all the way from the entrance of the school to his room.
“Kugisaki wha-” Yuuji didn’t even get to finish his question when Kugisaki thrust her phone into Yuuji’s face. On her phone are open messages from Maki with the two talking about how Maki and Fushiguro should be home tomorrow. The very last message is from Maki and it’s a picture of her with the shirt in her mouth showing off her sweaty bloody abs.
“I’m having a gay crisis Yuuji!” Kugisaki screams her face so red Yuuji would’ve thought it was from heat stroke if he didn’t know about the throat trap her crush sent her. She drops her phone on the bed and basically crumples into him like a cracker.
“Okay well if it helps your soulmate’s and that is very suggestive which means you two are made for each other.” Yuuji says in a poor attempt to help the girl shagged on to him that is experiencing gay panic. He rubs her back soothingly and the way the pink clings to him he just knows the magenta from him clings back.
“We’re soulmates!” Kugisaki yells, furthering her hysteria. She lifts her head up to look at him, her eyes wide in betrayed shock. She begins to snack him angrily as she yells at him.
“Why didn’t you tell me!”
“I didn’t think about it till now!” He yells back at her as he try’s pulling her hands off him. Apparently the power of gay panic is stronger than him because she doesn’t let go of him even though he’s stronger.
“Ohmyfuckinggod Yuuji im going to kill you.” Kugisaki yells hitting his chest hard and he is so lucky to have a high pain tolerance.
“Please don’t I’m not in the mood to die again.” Yuuji pleads with her jokingly as she hits his chest. She stops hitting him only to slap him square across his face hard.
“What was that for!”
“Don’t joke about your death you idiot!” She screeches at him angrily, hitting his chest again. He smiles sheepishly at her remembering that his death is still a sore subject to talk about let alone joke about.
“Sorry, sorry!” He yells laughing slightly at her behavior.
Kugisaki stops hitting him and she takes a deep breath. She looked at him, her red face calming down slowly. She takes a hold of his arm and stares into his eyes, her own eyes alight with crazed excitement.
“So you think I have a chance?” Kugisaki says her voice is deadly serious. He grins at her almost cocky at how sure he is.
“You 100% have a chance.”
Two days later and the two girls couldn’t be seen without sucking each other’s faces off.
———
“When are you and Megumi going to finally get together?” Maki asks as they rest on the sidelines after training. The two watch Fushiguro and Kugisaki spar, taking in the sweaty object of their desire. Yuuji’s face flashes brightly, squeaking in surprise at the comment.
“What do you mean?” He chokes out as he looks at Maki who is sitting on a higher step than him. She looks down at him smirking slightly at him like she knows more than him.
“Come on everyone but Megumi knows about your raging crush on him.” She jokes as she tilts her head and at him.
“Everyone?” Yuuji asks panicked did everyone but Megumi really know? Oh god that’s so embarrassing.
“Yes pinkie everyone.” She laughs at him but not unkindly. She puts her hand on his head, shaking it slightly as mock comfort. He sees the dormant magenta of Kugisaki, the sage green of Mai, the dusty blue of inumaki, and the light red of someone unknown. She lets his head go and he lets out a shaky breath as he looks back over at the two sparring.
“He is totally head over heels for you too just so you know.” Maki says not realizing what she said made his heart almost stop in excitement. She whistles loudly and the two stop as do the flying colors.
Yuuji couldn’t help but watch the way Fushiguro looked, sweat glistening in the sunlight. Yuuji couldn’t help but look at his enchanting eyes and Yuuji realizes that he has to tell him he can’t die without telling him.
———
Hours after training Yuuji finds himself knocking on Fushiguro’s door. Typically he would just walk in uncaring if Fushiguro doesn’t want him there because in the end they would hang out anyway. This time however Yuuji decides to be polite and give himself time to prepare for what he’s about to do.
Fushiguro opens the door shirtless with water dripping down his lean abs. He wears loose baggy black sweatpants showing off his happy trail. His hair is slick back from the water, his hair for once not defying gravity. Yuuji goes silent, his mouth slightly open and drool pools in his mouth as he looks at Fushiguro.
“Itadori you okay you're just kinda standing there.” Fushiguro’s voice is concerned as he pulls a weightless Yuuji into his room. Yuuji nods as he tries to pull his eyes away from the shiny wet toned abs that are being shoved in his face as Fushiguro sits him down.
“Itadori?” Fushiguro asks again and begins to check him over for injury.
“I’m in love with you.” Yuuji blurts out without thinking before blushing and shoves his head into his hands. Fushiguro pauses in front of him, taking the information in slowly.
“What?” Fushiguro asks intelligently, gawking at Itadori still in shock. Yuuji shakes his head in his hand, too embarrassed to even talk.
“Itadori what do you mean you're in love with me!” Fushiguro’s vice quickly rises in panic his eyes widening as he begins to panic. Fushiguro grips Yuuji’s shoulders, shaking him slightly. The pink swirls around them cutting in between the two in a whirlwind.
“I mean I’m in love with you and seeing you shirtless after a shower deletes my brain cells.” Yuuji rush’s out quickly after he pulls his head out of hand and swings his hands around. The pink stills around them and Fushiguro takes in the blushing embarrassed boy of his dreams that sits on his bed telling him he loves him and thinks he’s hot. Fushiguro blames teenage hormones for his next actions.
Fushiguro takes Yuuji into his mouth and pushes the pink boy into his bed, happy to have him whimpering under him.
The next day has Yuuji walking into breakfast with a hoodie on and the hood up and tied, hiding the many hickeys that cover his body.
———
Shibuya is a nightmare everyone realizes quickly. People dying left right and center, their allies dropping like flies. The worst so far is Gojo getting sealed away leaving a gaping wound in all. Yuuji in particular feels it in the anguished hum that buzzes under his skin.
Yuuji is flying down the stairs alone with his objective as his only focus. At the bottom of the stairs is a man, a man who saw him and immediately decided on trying to kill Yuuji. The man is the older brother of the human cursed from a while back and Yuuji once again feels that familiar guilt.
Yuuji lands a hit on The man only to feel a fist full of pink and violet erupt around the two blinding them both. The man reels back not just from the punch but from the colors as well. They stare at one another and memories of another life attack them both at once.
———
The two a few minutes later sit in front of each other quietly still taking in the memory. Yuuji reach’s out to the man - Choso - and sets his hand on Choso’s. The burst of pink and violet come back swarming the two violently in panic.
“What is this?” Choso asks, his voice matching the erratic violet. Yuuji looks at him, his maybe brother and takes in his panicked form.
“It’s our soulmate bond. Usually only I see it and usually I can't my own soul’s colors, only the pink in others.” Yuuji explains as he rubs his thumb against Choso’s wrist as a form of comfort. Choso sag’s slightly taking the comfort of his younger brother.
“I’ll protect you little brother.” Choso says instead of asking more questions like Yuuji expected. Yuuji slumps against his brother, breathing slowly.
“What about the ones I killed?” Yuuji counters, daring Choso to hurt him. Yuuji believes in some ways he deserves to be punished whether through fighting or death he killed his brothers he deserves to be yelled at or hurt or something.
“Misunderstanding one that we can make up for together.” Choso says so kindly as he softly caresses the back of Yuuji’s neck.
“Do you see my soul color or just the violet?” Yuuji wonders out loud as he takes in his brother's soul bonds. The turquoise, and orange red colors are slightly faded, reminding Yuuji of the other brothers. The other colors are basically the rest of the rainbow, one for each brother except for one. One feels different, almost romantic and Yuuji for the first time feels the exact relationship each bond is. The gold yellow feels of romance and Yuuji finds himself unexpectedly happy to see how bright and lively it is.
“No sorry.” Choso answers like he did something wrong when he didn’t do anything wrong.
“Don’t be just, just help me win okay.” Yuuji couldn’t help asking as he clings to his brother.
“Of course, little brother.” Choso declaring his loyalty to Yuuji and to the world.