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You’d think that being reincarnated as the King of Curses himself will give you more trouble than it’s worth, and the strangers that told you that was more than correct. Unfortunately for you.

As the cursed finger slid down Yuuji’s throat and straight into his stomach, being absorbed by the power it held as a special grade object. Sukuna could feel himself being awakened from a long slumber, blearily looking at nothing… then at the horrendous creature.

He grimaced, that’s really ugly and its claws grasping at him, holding him in place.

With a quick flick of his fingers that came from a speck of muscle memory or maybe something that urged him to do so , the curse exploded in a shower of blood and gore, splattering across the school’s rooftop.

It might evaporate on its own, probably.

Sukuna dropped to the concrete floor and swept his arms out in a wide arc for balance. He smiled, a generous description as he looked more so like a crazy maniac with a grin on his face. With a calculated step, he walked slowly towards the balcony. Calm and unbothered by the sudden change or scenery from his timeless moment in the fingers to the fresh air of the night.

The light from the moon feels so good on his skin. A very interesting dream in his opinion, to feel something so real on the human flesh.

His head fully tilted under the natural light of the moon while the city lights shimmer in the distance, alive and full of people, and threw his arms up into the night sky with a boastful laughter.

“Oh, this feels amazing!”

Sukuna laughed, laughed and laughed. Until something in his guts told him that something is really really wrong.

It’s just a very strong kind of lucid dream.

So he stopped, then turned to look behind him where he saw an injured black-hair kid on one knee, looking at him like he kicked one of his puppies. Eyes wide, hands shaking, staring intensely at him.

Sukuna slowly turned back to look at the glowing city once more, feeling the wind, the gentle breeze softly brushing against his arms- his face.

Okay, this feels a little too real.

“Oh no.”

He pinched his arm slightly with the long blackened nail, oh he has that- before wincing quietly to himself. It hurts… it hurts?

"Oh no."

Okay, uh. Not a lucid dream. Is it even a dream?

He doesn’t know honestly, he thought that it was, like an action dream!

Then his arm moved on its own and caught the side of his face, squishing his cheeks before a sound of a teenager came out of his mouth.

“Hey! What are you doing with my body-”

“Just uh, just take it back. Yeah. ” Sukuna said weakly before closing his eyes and accepting his fate. While inside of his head he’s just panicking.

A lot of panicking, and sobbing in the background.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuc-”

“Oh uh, I’ll do that then?”

-.-.-.-

Sukuna was unceremoniously dropped into his domain with a splash. Water covered him from head to toe before letting out a silent scream of anguish. 

Now he remembers. 

He died… getting hit by a mother-flipping truck!

“I’ve literally been isekai! Into- into- into an anime where the death rate skyrocketed higher than the greenhouse effect. ” Sukuna said to himself, horrified. It literally dawned on him that what he’s currently experiencing is very much real.

He pinched himself again, a little harder to see if he was just imagining everything again because his brain wanted to jolt him from his death.

Sukuna hissed. No, it was still real.

“What am I supposed to do here? Am I… am I really dead?” His voice echoes softer at the end and within the expanse of the inner domain that his mind supplied it to- the sound feels much louder in the emptiness.

Before he could stew in whatever his mind could conjure up, a glowing window popped up in front of him, giving off the light blue color so out of touch with the red hue of the domain.

His domain.

“I… what.” Sukuna slowly blinks then curiously touches the glowing screen. The previous window was replaced by a new one with more information for him to read. He squinted at the text and moved the window closer so it’s easier to read.

He’s not fully awake enough to understand what’s going on.

Sukuna stares at the glowing screen for a little longer before a quiet, “What the hell.” slipped past his lips.

He had no idea what to do with this information.

The Curse stood up from the water pooling over his crossed leg, dripping as he stood at his full height. Then started to pace around in a circle, trying to understand what the system meant.

He died, he really died?

“And I'm canonically… in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe.”

He paused in place before dropping his head into his hands. Kimono sleeves flapping at the movement.

“Oh god, the crime this guy created is massive in this world. There’s literally nothing I can do to change anything.”

Sukuna painfully grimaced at the thought and oh- what the hell, System? He was given a second chance at life only to die again? In a villain’s body?!

“So what, I have to be evil and- and, I don’t know- bully a teenager and give him trauma?”

As soon as Sukuna finished reading the pop-up window, it closed on its own, leaving him alone in the domain once more… frozen in place. Then falling back down at the blood water. Kimono wet and soaked, before he muffled scream into his sleeves.

“aaaaaaaaaaaahjshagdjawgda-”