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[authorkun]

Hiiii, it’s been a moment hasn’t it 😌 I want to apologize for everything of failing to maintain this blog but wanted to let everyone know I’m making my way through the world and have grown. I wish you guys all the best and who knows maybe I’ll start writing again :)

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ok, uhm 😶 i actually am completely speechless… apparently 1k of you liked my shit shows plastered into stories🫢 i am deeply thankful for everything and all of the support❤️❤️❤️ i’m so sorry i haven’t updated because of a massive writer’s block! i really hope i’ll find the urge to finish what i started and continue to write the content you love

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[𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘] (08)

Flashback

"Ginira-Sensei!" Soft pats of feet echoed the peaceful sanctuary, as the excited voice of a young boy filled the halls. The aforementioned man, turned towards the voice, as a small body jumped into his arms.

A wince left the male, as he stood with the boy on his side. "Be more careful M/n, you could have gotten hurt." He scolded. "Now, what is it you need?"

A smile painted across the boy's face, as his eyes lit in excitement. "Yaga-sama taught me something new! Watch!" The boy lifted out a hand as a small blue flame like aura covered his hand. Raising the fist up in pride, M/n exhibited the sight towards his teacher.

An impressed grin formed, as Ginira looked onto the small display. "That's great M/n! Do you know what it is?"

The boy looked up, trying to remember what Masamichi had called it. "C-Curse energy?"

A chuckle left the man, as he set the boy down onto his feet. Crouching to his height, he showed a similar blue flame encasing his own hand. "It's called cursed energy, and all sorcerers have it. It flows through our entire body like a flowing river." The energy slowly crept from his arm out to the rest of his torso, as it soon enveloped his form.

His student looked on, as amazement filled bright pools of e/c orbs. "If you continue your lessons, someday you'll even be able to do this."

"Really?!" Another chuckle filled the air, as the blue encasing broke, softly fading from view. "If that is what you want."

A hand ruffled the boy's hair, as a determined look casted upon his face. "Someday I'll be just like you Ginira-Sensei! A special grade sorcerer!" He declared, eyes sparkling in the same determination.

Current day

'thwip~'

The thump of the string being released was followed by the whistle of the arrow leaving the yumi bow.

'crack-"

The arrow had hit the middle of the target, splitting the arrow already stuck in its place. The archer soon lowered the long bow, as they sighed.

"That's the third arrow you broke today." A voice said, as the owner flipped another page of their book. The archer soon turned towards the voice, as a smirk appeared. "Well I can't help it if the arrows break that easily."

"I suppose you've always did have a gift for Kyudo. Come, sit." The male motioned towards the empty seat beside him.

The archer, or M/n, waltzed over before sitting next to his past teacher. Ginira gently closed the book in his grasp, as he set it aside.

The older's stare coasted amongst the field before meeting the eyes of his former student. Eyes that used to go hold so much brightness and excitement, now dulled and faded. "Do you remember the time when you had shown me your ability to enclose cursed energy?"

The (h/c)-ette's brows furrowed. "That was the day Masamichi had taught me what it was."

"I remember your eyes were full of excitement and pride as you showed me."

"Why are you bringing it up?" M/n cocked his head to the side in curiosity. "That day you told me you were going to be just like me. And in that moment all I felt was guilt. A mere child wanting to follow after my own cursed path."

Strands of (h/c) swayed with the small breeze as a sarcastic laugh fell from the male's lips. "It was my own childish naivety. I thought if I was just like my Sensei I could do anything in the world. After that incident those years ago, i finally realized what it was really like to be a sorcerer. I realized what I felt was a fraction of what I would feel in my future."

"And in that moment, that's when your eyes dulled." Ginira finished. Silence took over the two as the soft sound of the breeze drifting amongst the grass was the only thing to fill the air.

"I've taught everything related to sorcery that I know. Though, it doesn't mean you're done learning. The rest of what you still need to learn is not something a teacher can teach. It's something for you to learn on your own. Here." Ginira stood, pulling out a medium sized box. The box being black with white ribbon tied across the top. Confusion washed over the teen's features, as he grabbed the decorated box.

"If I'm not mistaken, your birthday is today. 18, no? It's a gift from both me and Tadaiyoka." A small smile graced Ginira's smile.

The male's hands gripped the box, before hesitantly taking the top off. Peering inside, a gloss covered both of M/n's eyes away the realization of its contents. "It's not much-"

Ginira's words were cut short as a tight embrace was suddenly wrapped around him. "Thank you.... Ginira-Sensei." Tears of his own started to form, as the former teacher returned the embrace. A moment had passed as the two let go of each other. Picking the same box up, M/n's grasp tightened as he held back tears. "Why?"

"They're a reminder of who you are. To be able to move forward we have to first have the ability to accept the past. Your past is troubled and I can't imagine the pain and suffering you've gone through but the least I can do as your Sensei, as your guardian even, is to try to understand and support you."

No words were exchanged as the (h/c)-ette once again brought the older into a tight embrace. Words weren't needed. Unspoken words of gratitude showing clear as day.

'Thank you.'

The next day

Hurried foot steps rushing across the tiled ground echoed against the trees as a female skidded to a stop. "WHY'S EVERYONE EMPTY-HANDED?!"

The four glanced at Nobara confused. "Rather why do you have luggage?" Panda questioned for the group. "Why...? Aren't we going to Kyoto?-

The sister school reunion at Kyoto.." Kugisaki dragged on. "Yeah, the sister school reunion with Kyoto, at Tokyo." Panda reiterated.

"No way!" The first-year whined. "Figures that conversations haven't been matching lately." Maki commented. "Right."

"We do it at the school that won the previous year."

"Don't go winning then!" Nobara yelled. "I didn't even enter last year."

"Last year, Yuuta and L/n were thrown in to even the numbers." Panda explained. "That was before "Rika" was dispelled. Right? Seems like it was a complete victory. But it was at Kyoto, so I didn't get to see it."

"UNFORGIVABLE OKKOTSU YUUTA AND L\N M/N!" Nobara yelled in anger.

"Misdirected rage." Panda shook his head. "Tuna." I umami agreed. "Hey." Maki intervened. "They're here."

The sounds of grouped footsteps coming closer to the students. "Oh, a reception? Gross." A green haired female spoke the insult smoothly. "Okkotsu and L/n aren't even here." Todo grumbled.

"Shut up and hand over the Kashiori, Yatsyhashi, Kuzukiri, and Sobabouro." Nobara made a grabbing motion with her hand. "Shake Sushi." Inunaki stated.

"You guys hungry or something?" Todo asked, confused. "Scary." MoMo muttered. Suddenly a seemingly robotic voice cut in. "Never mind Okkotsu and L/n's absence. Isn't having two first years too much of a handicap?" Mechamaru egged on. "Age is irrelevant to exorcists. Especially Fushiguro-Kun. Although he's from the Zen' in clan." Kamo answered.

"Okaay, that's enough." A female wearing a traditional priestess outfit clapped her hands. "Don't fight amongst yourselves...So, where's that moron?"

"Satoru's late." Panda put a finger up to his chin. "No way that moron would come on time." Maki commented. "No one even said 'that moron' referred to Gojo." Fushiguro deadpanned.

Rushed strides and the rolling of wheels suddenly came to ear as the referred "moron" appeared pushing a cart. "Sorry for the wait!~" Gojo sang.

"'Gojo Satoru!'" Utahime grumbled, as Miwa silently fawned over the male. "Hey hey, seems like everyone's here. I just came back from a big ol' business trip over seas! For the folks from Kyoto, souvenirs! Their protective charms from some kind of tribe, nothing for Utahime though."

"I didn't want it!" The female yelled in protest. "And for the Tokyo folks, there's this!"

"It's creepy to see and adult excited." Nobara muttered. The box on the cart popped open, as a figure jumped out from inside. "It's your dead friend, Yuuji Itadori!"

"Yeah! OPP!" Itadori posed. No one seemed to react, as Megumi and Kugisaki stood dumbfound. Itadori sweat dropped as he stood awkwardly in the same stance as before. 'They're not even focused on me?!'

"Sukuna's host? How can this be?..." The older principle asked. "Ah principle Gakuganji! I'm glad you're here, I was getting quite worried that you might flop over dead from the surprise." Gojo smiled menacingly.

"You damn brat!" The elder spat back. "Hey." Nobara kicked the cart. "Yes?" Itadori asked. "Got something to say to us?" A dark aura floated around Nobara.

"I'm sorry I kept it a secret that I was alive?" Yuuji trembled. "Alright! First event of the Kyoto sister school festival: "Throbbing Exorcism Race"!" Masamichi went on to explain the event, as Fushiguro stared at the pinkette, his eyes side glancing the male. 'What was I even thinking. He's not coming back.'

When the ravenette focused back on the board principle's words, the moron only known as his teacher was being held captive by the older. "And please proceed as to not kill or incapacitate your opponents." To the side Utahime chuckled at Gojo's misfortune.

"That's all. You're free until noon."

Timeskip

"Uh.... this.. could be considered as extreme bullying guys..." Itadori miserable said, holding up the black frame around his face. "Shut up and stay like that for awhile." Nobara spat.

"Now, now. He explained his situation already, so just forgive him." Panda reasoned. Itadori grew shocked. "It spoke?! Is he some kind of new breed of panda?"

"Shake Sushi, Shake Sushi." Inumaki responded. "Come again?"

"Inumaki-senpai is a spell caster. It's a kind of jujutsu that amplifies the power of words and forces them on people. So he limits his vocabulary to Onigiri ingredients." Fushiguro explained. "So if he tells someone to "go die", they die? That's strong."

"It's actually not that convenient. It depends on the user. Strong words have a large recoil, and worst-case they go right back at the user. Limiting his vocabulary mostly protects himself and others around him." Panda spoke once more. "Huh. So, why can you talk, senpai?" Itadori dumbly asked.

"He's just explaining someone else's technique..." Nobara deadpanned. "It's fine it's not something that affects Toge after all. That aside, Yuuji." The said male swung his head to the side.

"Give back my slaughter demon." Maki spoke menacingly, as a shudder ran down Itadori's spine. The image of Gojo handing the male the weapon and him breaking it ran through his mind. "Last I heard...Gojo had it."

"That blindfold bastard." Maki grumbled. "So what do we do about the battle formation? We got a new member. Should we change it?" Nobara asked.

"Okaka." Inunaki agreed. "Well, that depends on Yuuji. What can you do?"

"Punching, and kicking." He responded nonchalantly. "We got enough of that."

"I dunno what this guy did while he was dead, but if he were to fight everyone at Kyoto and Tokyo schools, without curse power... Itadori would win." The three second years looked impressed. "Even after fighting Todou, Nice."

On the other side of campus

"Kill Sukuna's host, Itadori Yuuji. That's not a person, so we can make it look as an accident. No need to hesitate or hold back." Gakuganji spoke. "Isn't he around because he can't die?" Mai questioned. "His previous death was a suicide. What do you have to do to take precaution against other sorcerers, Kamo?"

"We have to kill them with cursed power to avoid any post-death curse's." Noritoshi answered. "Exactly. There's no problem if you kill them with proper cursed power. Itadori currently controls that body. He only has one life as long as Sukuna doesn't surface. Killing him should prove easy."

The elder was interrupted, as the door was kicked down. An irritated Todou stood as the assaulter. "This is pointless. Do as you will."

"Todou come back." Noritoshi demanded. "The principle's still talking."

"Tana-Chan is a guest at the walking show at 11. Do I really need to explain my self?"

"Just record that. Sit back." Noritoshi I trusted once again. "I'm watching it real time and recording it. You messing with me?" Todou sneered.

"Listen you bastards. You too old man. I've been long disappointed by you folks and your no taste in women. You can scheme all you want, but next time you try and order me around... I'll kill you." A dark aura emitted from the buff male.

"What do we do? He's not going to listen to us." Miwa asked. "It's fine. That guy will just fight the Tokyo group either way. We can focus on the game while he's going berserker." MoMo stated.

"But we gotta kill Itadori, right? Todou doesn't fight to kill." Miwa sweat dropped at the tense air. "Then we need to keep track of Todou and finish Itadori ourselves." Mechamaru finished.

"The curse's are also around, so it can be 2 on 1, right."

"No..." Noritoshi spoke. "It's a serious problem that a half-baked guy like Itadori gets to be a sorcerer. I can't let this go by as the head of the Kamo clan. We're going to attack Itadori Yuuji, all at once."

"Wait what if Inumaki-kun is together with him? It's risky to get everyone together against a spellcaster. Worst-case he could take us all out with one swoop."

"That's true..." Mechamaru agreed. "It's not that big of a deal is you know it's coming."

"Leave Maki to me. If possible that brow haired first-year too." Mai smirked. "What a Todou level remark."

Somewhere across campus

"You wanted to talk?" Utahime looked unimpressed. "Why are you mad?" Gojo's questioned the female's grumpy behavior. "I'm not really mad. Of course, I didn't do anything wrong and all."

"Someone at the school is in contact with a curse user or a curse spirit." Gojo laid out. "No way! A user is strange enough bust a curse spirit?!" Utahime yelled. "Stuff like that has been coming out like it's normal. Could just be a curse user flaunting their power though." Gojo continued.

"I want to ask you to investigate things at the Kyoto side."

"And what if I'm the spy?"

"No way. You're to weak, and you don't have the nerves Utahime." Gojo joked. Suddenly, the female threw her glass of tea at the male, the mug and its contents sliding down an invisible shield around Gojo as it lamely fell onto the floor.

"Scary! Hysteric women aren't popular you know~"

"I AM YOUR SENPAI!"

Back with Fushiguro

"Itadori. Are you a alright?" Fushiguro questioned, as the same question continued to itch him to ask. "Yeah, I think I got a big role, but I should be fine."

"Not that. Something happened right?"

"Ah? No way, nothing happened... well, something did. But I mean it when I say I'm fine. Rather, because of that, I feel like I really don't want to lose to anybody." A mirage of memories flooded Itadori's head. From the last words M/n spoke to him at the infirmary, to Junpai.

Megumi bit his tongue as his nails pushed into his palm. The words lingering in his mouth as a foul taste. 'Did M/n ever come back-..?' The words continued to stay stuck in the first-year's throat, instead swallowing thickly to hold the question from arising. "...Then it's fine. I kinda don't wanna lose either..."

"The hell you mean "kinda"? You wanna die? We're going for a total victory! For Maki-san's sake!" Kugisaki shouted excitedly.

"Please stop that."

"Mentaiko!"

"Yes for Maki-san's sake!"

"Heh heh, so with that said,

Let's win."

Itadori suddenly was cut off, as he was quite literally kicked from being in front of the group. "What are you taking front for?"

Somewhere across Jujutsu Tech

Geta clad heels clicked against the wooden floors, as a figure waltz against the floors with long strides. The person stopped before the sliding door before opening it revealing the two teachers. Gojo's smirk widened at the person's presence.

Utahime sat beside the male, a look a shock painting her features.

"Well, well. Our very own shibito~" Gojo teased, as the figure sat beside the two. "What happened to N/n, Sato~" The person tested. "I wasn't anticipating your arrival, but knew you might want to see this year's contestants, M/n."

M/n chuckled as he leaned back against his chair. "I just wanted to see this year's fights is all. We have quite the batch of sorcerers among us. Besides, I thought it was time to make my big arrival. But I'll let my death drag on a bit longer before I reveal myself to my peers. It's no fun with them knowing I'm here~" The second-year chuckled, leaning his cheek against his enclosed fist.

"Always such the sadist."

"Hmm, I like to think of it as merely a test of strengths. Now,

shall we watch this event unfold?"

"Of course."

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[𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘] (07)

"𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙."

"So did I." The (h/c)-ette's glare unwavering from the person in front of both him and Tadaiyoka.

"To what do I owe the honor to meeting with a shibito, much less one of my past students?" A sarcastic yet teasingly tone lacing the man's words.

"Answers." M/n coldly spoke. "Why so brash? You just got here, didn't you? It's quite a trip from Tokyo." M/n clenched a hand behind his back. "Why don't we settle matters over a game of Go, and tea?"

The older, slid open the door to their right, showing off a traditional tea room, set with a small table in the center of the room. Both Tadaiyoka and M/n followed, as the latter sat down. Tadaiyoka going off to grab the teaset.

The man sat across from M/n, as he held a content expression while grabbing the bag of monochrome beads.

A soft 'clink' was heard as Tadaiyoka placed the cups down, filling the delicate teacups with the liquid. The beads were then separated from each other, as both players grabbed their own.

The older started, placing one of his own beads onto the wooden board. M/n following shortly after with one of his. "Ginira-sama, if I may... he came to the shrine bearing questions about whom its dedication is to. When I took him to the shrine I-.."

"You were both taken aback from what you saw?" 'Ginira' finished. "Exactly." The man curtly humming in response. Silence overtook once more as the two continued their game.

Soon, a distasteful grunt came from the older of the two. "Even in your younger years, you've seen to beat me."

"You should know that I don't play to win then Sensei. I play to-.."

"Make a pattern. That's always your answer. And every time I respond with-..."

"That it's unfair." M/n kept a monotonous tone throughout. "I thought it was dumb, and I still do."

"So rude to your senior." Ginira playfully teased. "..."

"Oh I see, straight to business. Well, I assume you're wondering about the shrine. I'm also going to guess Tadaiyoka told you the story?"

"She did."

"Do you know who the young man was then?"

"I don't understand." M/n answered, a confused look covering his features. "That young man was a descendant of one of the few high ranking clans of high priests and priestesses. Or as we know them sorcerers." Ginira lifted to small cup to his lips.

"That doesn't answer why he had the same name and face as I."

"Patience my student." Ginira waved a hand around. "During that period, the L/n was the strongest clan among the others. The clan was notorious for holding the cursed technique of being able to completely strip someone of their own abilities.

The young man who had moved into the palace south of here was the very person who was next in line to become the head clan member."

M/n's eyes widened. "If he was the next clan leader why would he move out here?"

"The thing that drives everyone. Love. When you become a clan leader one of the many duties you have is marrying to another clan to keep prosperity between the two, and to bring a child of the two clans."

"Arranged marriage between two clans..." M/n mumbled.

"Exactly. Back then, this village was known for being one untouched by curse's and the dread the special grade curse no other than Sukuna Ryomen, had brought. That was because my ancestors were apart of the sorcerers protecting it.

When he moved to living out in the abandoned palace, he kept to himself, only coming to the town for necessities. Because of the disappearance of the L/n clan's successor though, lower shamen were sent out to hunt for the male.

One of those shamen being of the Hashigira clan. The Hashigira clan being a force to be reckoned with alongside the L/n's. The search lasted two moon cycles while Sukuna's reign of terror continued. And suddenly....it stopped."

Ginira took another sip of the warm beverage. "After years of suffering from the curse's reign, the people were freed from its grasp. The search for the lost L/n also loosing its importance over time as the sister of the young shamen took over, marrying into the next clan.

The legend says the same clan member of the Hashigira's grew suspicious and continued his search for the male. On months on end, he continued his search until one day, he did.

But when he did he was disgusted from the sight before him. The king of curses and the missing L/n living a domestic life together. Enraged about the situation he confronted the shamen about it, earning a response that he was fine.

Not much is said about what happens but their was an old story that he was inocente with the runaway.

The same could be said about L/n and Sukuna. After the confrontation, he went to the council and told them how the male was being held hostage, as that the cursed king was manipulating him.

That night, they went to the palace, and were met with only the shamen. They demanded to see Sukuna and when he didn't respond, they had decidedly he was too far gone, and... killed him.

That was the last night this village was at it's prime, the king of curse's reigned his disastrous rampage among every village in a 20 mile radius. This shrine was said to be built by Sukuna himself. The flowers in the field are evergreen as they never die."

Ginira finished, as his gaze landed on the male in front of him. A blank look casted upon his features, as his expression was unreadable.

"Then who am I?"

"Since the L/n clan was still prosperous they overlooked the death as a stain on their reputation. They had claimed he was no longer apart of their clan when he had decided to run away.

Ever since then his younger sister took over and continued the bloodline. And then your mother came. When your mother and father had married, it was one of union. Shortly after you were born, you were the representation of the two's union. And the conversion of the two cursed energies.

When they had awaited to hear about your abilities as a future shamen, they had learned you had none. The two clans disowned both of them. Your father became restless and rageful, and that's when he snapped. One day, I remember him rambling on about how there was a sacred power that had belonged to the L/n clan. After that, he had started his search for it.

And he found it. Some think that it was Sukuna, and some think it was Hashigira, but no matter who had done it; someone had sealed the soul of the runaway clansman to the L/n clan along with his power away in the imperial garden behind his palace.

Somehow your father had found it, and had given it to you. I don't know how, but he had achieved tying the both of your souls together, binding you both. Since you were so young, it had messed with your memories to the point of the ancient soul taking over your own.

When your souls had mixed, the cursed energy from before had chained itself with your own power. At first it had seemed you were like anyone else, but when that soul had overtaken your own it had kick started the energy which resided in you."

"And that's how I slaughtered my family right?" M/n's glare burned into the tatami mats below. "That's-"

A chilling laugh cut of the man's words, as M/n had finally lifted his head. A drop of water hit the floor, another following shortly after. More followed as the male's sight became blurry. Painful laughs echoing the house.

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" He banged his fists onto the floor.

"I'm the problem aren't I? I'm just a burden....RIGHT?!" His body slumped over as fits of laughter turned into broken sobs. "I'm t-the reason my m-mother h-had died...and sh-she still..." He lead on, as he broke down. Both Tadaiyoka and Ginira held sympathetic looks for the male.

"It's not your fault M/n-" Ginira had reached a hand out, only for it to be slapped away. He ignored the male's struggle, as he pulled him into an embrace. His grip tightened as the yells of protest started to turning soft cries.

"You aren't a burden." Ginira's grasp tightened around the boy. "You're not at fault for the incident."

Soon the crying turned into short breaths, as those short breaths turned into silence. The only sound being the patter of the small pond, and the soft snores that had left the (h/c)-ette.

"He's a troubled soul isn't he?" Tadaiyoka spoke, as she started to pick up the sprawled out beads and empty teacups. Ginira looked down a sorrowful expression crossing his features. He's gaze landing onto the peaceful face of the younger.

"I can't help but think I could've prevented this entirely. He doesn't deserve to take the fall for something he has nothing to do with." Ginira stood up with the male's body, heading through a separate door.

Ginira laid M/n onto a futon, as he threw a blanket onto him. M/n immediately responding by gripping onto the soft material.

Ginira looked at the male one last time, a bittersweet smile plastering his face, as the door slid shut. Rounding the corner, he slid the door leading to the garden open, as he sat on one of the cushions.

The soft clicks of heels echoed the hallway, as another prescience sat next to him. "Now who do I owe the pleasure to see you again, Gojo."

The snowy haired shamen wore a playful smirk. "I think you have one of my students."

Ginira scoffed. "He ran away from you such a surprise."

"What happened?" Gojo spoke seriously, ignoring the former's insult. "He came looking for answers, and I gave them to him."

"Did you tell him about that night?"

Ginira glanced downwards. "I couldn't. He wasn't in the right headspace to know. He broke down earlier from hearing about his past. I didn't have the heart to tell him about his mother. He's sleeping right now, but it's probably the first time he's slept in weeks, hasn't it?"

Ginira had reminisced from when his former student had lived with him. "I'm worried about him. But somewhere inside me I have hope that he'll find happiness one of these days. He deserves it after all."

Gojo's stare lingered on the small garden of flowers, which lightly swayed from the breeze. "I want him to stay here."

A confused expression crossed the older's face. "I want you to train him. I know he's only scratched the top of his abilities, and I want you to help him . He has so much potential. I think it's for the best."

Ginira's eyes widened at the bold words. "You really care for him don't you?"

"More than anything in this world."

Ginira's hearty chuckled filled the air as the sun began to set behind the horizon.

"That much, ay?"

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[𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘] (06)

"𝙎𝙤 𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙝𝙪𝙝."

Itadori let a bitter chuckle. "That's just what happens to people like us, huh." Ijichi shrugged, glancing at the floor. "It's something that happens." The pinkette's fist clenched. "You can't control what happens to your comrades. Out of everything I've seen on the sidelines, that's one of the things even Gojo can't control."

Itadori's hand released itself, as he walked off our of the room, the older following shortly after.

'It just happens... tch'

While the two were distracted in their conversation, they failed to realize the small spark of (f/c) that came from M/n's skin.

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"That's a shame. Now I have to restate the report to the higher-ups." Shoko grumbled. "I don't want you to change them."

"Huh?" The female's beach craned next to her. "I don't want you to change the reports, I want Itadori to "stay dead"." Gojo reiterated.

"Just what are you planning Gojo?" Shoko questioned. Before she could continue, a loud yell that had echoed down the hallway tore their attention away. "Did that come from the infirmary?"

Gojo placed his finger over his lips, signaling to stay silent. Another scream ripped through the silence, as the two started to jog back down the corridor. Stopping at the door the pair were met with chaos.

Ijichi shook like a leaf as he pointed to the patch of floor next to one of the tables. Itadori, stood frozen as his gaze was also locked in with the same sight. "G-Go....G-G-Gojo!.....h-h-he-!"

Looking to where the fear frozen two we're looking at the table that held the sorcerer was empty. Casting his gaze downwards, Gojo saw the same body that was once on the table crumpled on the form.

"What do you mean? Did one of you do this?" Shoko asked, a twitch engraving her features. The two quickly shook their heads.

"N-No!" The pair spoke together. Just then, a loud groan echoed the room. Bringing their eyes back to the floor, it was also empty. Instead the body was slumped over top of another examination table. "Gojo-!" An arm pushed her back. "No."

"Gojo! He wasn't killed with cursed energy!" Shoko protested. Gojo made his way over to the slouched form. Before he could make contact, a fist came swinging towards him. Catching the fist, another one came after. Following the same fate, the other wrist was caught. In front of Gojo, M/n barely stood up right.

"Where am I?" The hoarse voice questioned. A venomous tone, Gojo had only heard once before. "Jujutsu Tech."

"Great." He sarcastically remarked. Ripping his arms from the shamen, M/n wobbled once more supporting himself at a table. Small pants and gasps were all that filled the room. "How long was I out?"

"7 hours. But you-!" Shoko argued. "I'm fine." A cough racked his body as his tumbled to the floor. Gojo grabbed the teen, and sat him on the previous table. Finally getting a better glance at his appearance, Gojo analyzed the new changes.

His (h/c) hair had blotches of white splotching the color. His eyes having hues of (f/c) decorating his irises. Letting out a labored breath he fell backwards. Shoko immediately grabbed her supplies as she started to read his vitals.

"L/n! L/n! Are you there?" Shoko snapped her finger in front of the male's face. Slapping her hand away, M/n started to sit up again. "I'm fine, just get me clothes." Gojo sent a look towards the still shaken Ijichi. "Ijichi you head him." A relieved expression crossed his features as he quickly ran out.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Shoko continued, shining a flashlight into M/n's eyes. "Nanami."

"Do you remember what happened?" Flashes of bits of memories ran across his mind. A pain crossing through his head immediately. "S-shit."

Just as Gojo started to move, a hand shot out towards him. "S-stop I'm okay." The slight shuffle of feet caught his ears, as his attention was brought to Itadori.

"No good morning or "You're back!"?" The same cold tone laced his voice. Sarcasm dripped with every word. "..." Taking the first-year's silence as an answer, M/n started to slowly stand up. Wrapping the white sheet around his waist, he started towards the door. Before going out, a grip tightened around his wrist.

Turning back, he was met with the covered eyes of his former sensei. "What happened to you?" Snatching his arm out of the tight grip, M/n continued his path. "Nothing that matters you."

With that, his form disappeared from sight.

Itadori's hand clenched around the front of his shirt, gripping at the material over where his heart would be. A frown evident on his face. "Was that really M/n?"

"I....don't know..."

With M/n

"This is what you get for whoring around!"

"No! Please! I have a family!"

"It's too late for that."

Another migraine filled the male's head, as he groaned in pain. Leaning up against the wall, soft pants left his mouth. 'Why the hell am I having these memories?' Starting his trip back to his room, another wave of pain washed over him.

"Why do you stay here?"

"It's peaceful. I don't have to deal with the crowds of villages here in my palace."

"Aren't you more susceptible to getting attacked?"

"Well, sooner or later I'll die. I'm just a human after all. I've already accepted my fate."

The gruff familiar voice held a soft tone. 'What's happening?'

'THUD'

The sudden drop echoed the empty corridor, as another figure showed up pulling the teen up. "You're so stubborn." The figure started to carry M/n back to the infirmary.

Brushing the (h/c)-ette's cheek a bittersweet smile graced the person's face.

"Someday you're not going to wake up, if you're so careless."

Timeskip

Waking up with a pained groan, M/n cracked open his eyes. The smell of medical-grade alcohol and cleaning supplies filled his nose, as his stare burned into the ceiling above.

'So it wasn't a dream.' Sitting up, the warm feeling of clothes enveloped his form. A small piece of paper brushed against his hand. Looking down, the small messy handwriting belonged to none other than a certain snowy haired Jujutsu sorcerer.

"Don't be dumb! I put an extra clothes next to you if you need them!"

P.S. WEAR THEM

-Gojo 😌

A dry chuckle left his lips, at his sensei's stupid antics. Finally standing up, M/n noticed the unsteadiness of his step gone. 'I guess Shoko used her technique.'

Heading out, he started a path to his dorm. Arriving in front of his room, he cracked open the door. Another glitch covered his vision, this time flashes of blood painted across decorated sliding paper doors.

'Dammit, what's wrong with me?'

Stumbling into the darkness, he slumped onto the surface of his bed once more passing out.

Timeskip 2 days

"What do you mean he's gone?" Gojo shrugged his shoulders. "Don't really know. He left a note saying he had business to do. He does this often. He might be back tomorrow or next week. Maybe even a month."

Itadori's shoulders slumped, as a frown became evident. 'Is he ignoring us? Did I do-?!' A fist came in contact with his cheek. "OW?!" The cursed corpse danced around victoriously, before once more falling asleep.

Yuuji rubbed the injured cheek in pain. "That hurts!" Gojo chuckled at the first-year's struggle, as the sounds of the movie played in the background. Currently the two were lounged in the basement, as Itadori continued his "training".

When Gojo went to check on the (h/c)-ette, he was completely gone from sight. Even with six eyes, the male hadn't seem to be anywhere. That was the thing the snowy haired sorcerer always had trouble with. Whenever he looked for the teen, even when he was younger, seemed to disappear from his radar.

"Don't you have some kind of power to find him!" Itadori whined, still recuperating from the punch to his face. "That's the thing, M/n has always found a way to drop out of it. So eventually if I tried, I won't be able to find him." Gojo shrugged nonchalantly.

"Besides you should be focusing on your training~"

The pinkette groaned in response.

With Megumi and Nobara

"Where's that L/n?!" The buff male's voice echoed down the hall. "Why does it matter to you?!" Nobara yelled back. "His taste in women! I want to know, so I can beat him to a pulp." Mai rolled her eyes.

"It doesn't matter. He's not here."

"Fushiguro! What's your taste in women?" Todo shouted accusingly. "What?" Fushiguro stood dumbfounded. "It's fine if you like men though!"

The sight of a laughing M/n crossed his mind. Megumi quickly cursed himself for thinking of the (h/c) head. "I guess someone with a good personality."

With that, a punch had flew towards the poor raven head's face.

With M/n

"You look young to be traveling 'round 'ere." The old women's face held a sharp glint. The woman before him wore a traditional floral kimono. She was fairly attractive for her age and had streaks of grey pinned in her tight bun. A sharp stare engraved her eyes. "I'm here to sight see. I've heard the flowers are in full bloom here."

The woman gave an unimpressed look. "You Jujutsu sorcerers just keep on coming don't ya'?" M/n's face contorted into confusion, as the woman made a beckoning motion with her hand to follow her. "Well come on!"

Following after her small form, the petite woman continued a small path up to the traditional house. "Where are we going?" A sudden hand slapped the back of his neck. "What was that for-?!"

"Don't ya city doers know any respect? You have to change 'fore doin' anything first. It's how we do things 'round here." One of the sliding doors flew open. "My name's Tadaiyoka Shinya, keeper of this shrine. You sorcerers are persistent ones aren't ya?" She threw a navy blue yukata towards him.

"If I may ask, why is there frequent shamen visits?" He stood behind the changing blind. "Shouldn't I be the one asking ya that." Tadaiyoka's voice sounded cold and sarcastic. "..."

The ravenette rolled her eyes. "You really don't know do ya? Yer friends sure had an idea."

"I'm not sure what you mean." M/n stated, pulling off the last article of clothing. "Their usual answer is that the shrine has a curse protecting this land. If you know what that means, I would like to know too." M/n pulled on the yukata, as a twinge of familiarity pulled at him.

Pulling back the blind, he went and sat on the tatami mats across from the female. "Tell me the rest of the story first, and we might have a deal." M/n poured both himself and the woman a cup of tea that occupied the small table.

Tadaiyoka scoffed haughtily. "We have a deal." She lifted the small cup to her lips. "Centuries ago, this village used to be the beacon of life and festivities. We lived in content from the protection and peace the gods had graced us with. The continuation of our peacefulness separated us from the other villages being torn apart from evilness. That was until a young man had started to live out in the abandoned palace north of 'ere.

The scrolls the priests had wrote, explained how he was the bringer of evil and the sole reason the peace had vanished. A devil called Sukuna Ryomen had rained terror on numerous villages until it stopped. For 5 years time, everything was at peace. A certain priest wanting to know what was the cause of such an occurrence, started to investigate.

That's when he found out Sukuna was living dormant in the palace alongside of the young man from before. One scroll said it was possible the young priest knew the man. Out of anger and disgust, immediately told the elders who went to the male's estate claiming the need for evidence.

That night when the moon hit its peak, the once dormant demon known as Sukuna Ryomen once more brought his destruction down on countless villages including this one. Legend says the devil had taken the poor male hostage the entirety of those years.

The shrine in what used to be an imperial garden, sits alongside a field of only red spider lilies. The flowers never die, as the shrine is protected from outside forces. That same force which protects the old palace.

An old tale says the body of the young man can found under the heart of the garden. Casted away from public eye. Now that I think of it, those priests were your people weren't they?" The woman took another sip of her tea.

Flashes of memories crossed M/n's head once more as memories that had seemed he himself had owned them played over beneath his eyes. "Back when I was a child I would read scrolls depicting the golden age of sorcery, none of them containing that story though."

"What's your name?" M/n looked questioningly towards the female. "L/n M/n." Tadaiyoka's eyes suddenly blew open. "That's utterly impossible. I'm sorry but I can't allow clown like ya to be 'round here." Tadaiyoka stood up grabbing a pole, pointing it at the male's neck.

"What do you mean? That's my name lady. You have to be the one joking here." M/n deadpanned.

"Stop fucking 'round!"

"I'm not! You stop!" Suddenly the older had yanked the poor male out the doors dragging him across the path. "Hey stop-!"

When the female had finally stopped, she pulled him in front of shrine. "Take a look."

Stepping closer to the rock, the name engraved sent chills down his spine. Backing away, his sight started to become blurry. "T-that's impossible h-how?"

Tadaiyoka crossed her arms.  "You tell me." M/n gulped air, as his mouth became completely dry. "I-I d-don't understand."

Taidaiyoka finally glanced at the teen's face, as her hard expression softened to something more empathic and almost motherly. Squatting down next to teen's side she hesitantly touched the side of his face.

"That had to be a coincidence, r-right?" M/n's chest heaved out a shaky breath. "The scrolls depict a man similar to you. At first I thought is was a coincidence at first too. Im not sure how though." The graying woman, looked out at the field before them.

Another pain flooded over the male's senses, as the same memories washed over his mind.

"DONT YOU SEE? HE'LL KILL YOU!"

A man no older than his early twenties yelled at M/n. His hair a mess as his entire body.

"I don't fear him, and you of all people should know master death doesn't terror me either."

The man suddenly grabbed onto his shoulders shaking him.

"You don't understand! Whatever spell he has you under, is messing with your thoughts! L/n-San! HE'LL KILL YOU!"

"Then let that be that."

M/n snapped out of the trance as Tadaiyoka fanned his face with the folding fan she held. "What did you see?"

"I...I was in someone else's point of view. This man was screaming at the person about someone killing them. I-I think he was talking about Sukuna." M/n's head felt light.

"This only happens every thousands of centuries, but I may know what is causing this. Come." She made another beckoning motion to follow her. "Where are we going?"

Tadaiyoka hadn't looked back, continuing to lead M/n.

"To see one of your people."

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𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚

𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎/𝚐𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 , 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘��� 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎/𝚐𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍),  𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚘𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜, 𝚑𝚌’𝚜

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𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙒𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚

𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝, 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜

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𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮

‘Tap' 'Tap' 'Tap'

The rhythmic patter of the rain clouded your senses as the water started to soak the dark gakuen that laid over a white button up. The cold never reaching your body once though. The rain continued as a few lightning strikes lit up the sky in a hazy purple.

Sitting on the stairs of the entrance to the technical college, you enjoyed the small droplets hit your face as the storm continued on. Your mother always thought of the rain as a symbol of new beginnings. As you both would prance around in the puddles, almost if you were waltzing through a ballroom. "I thought you were out here." A familiar smooth voice came into ear. Not bothering to open your closed eyes, you sent a small hum of acknowledgment. A sudden warm presence sat beside you.

Slowly cracking your eyes, the sight of crystal blue eyes caught your attention. There Gojo sat, letting the droplets of water hit his body. The sight of the ocean eyed male seemed like a dream, although the warmth of his body shot down the idea quickly. 'Beautiful.' A small pink hue dusted the other's cheeks. 

"Did I say that out loud?" Gojo nodded his head as a small chuckle left his lips. "I thought the same thing when I first saw you out here." It was your turn to blush as a faint red bloomed. "Haha nice joke." You playfully rolled your eyes. His hand grasped your chin, as you made eye contact with him.

"I'm serious." A slight smirk played at his smile. "Why did you come out here anyways?" He asked changing the subject. His hand left your skin, as a small longing pulled at the back of your mind. "It's peaceful out here, not much care." A satisfied grin sat on your features.

"My mom always sat in the rain when I was little. She said that the rain represented new beginnings, and each raindrop was a new life. My dad complained that- . . . Sorry, I was rambling. You probably don't want to hear-." You apologized, fumbling with your fingers. The same hand grasped your cheek. "Of course I do. I don't care if you talk about ending the world. If you say it, it's important to me." 

A grateful smile spread across your face, as you stood up. Hesitating at first, you walked down the few stairs. At the bottom a goofy grin stayed plastered. Sticking out a hand you signaled for him to take it. "Care for this dance?" Gojo arched a brow before grabbing onto your outstretched hand. 

"But of course." You both chuckled as you lead him into the middle of the concrete patio. Pulling him close, you gazed into his two crystal blue pools. "There's no music?" 

"Let the rain be our musician then!" You laughed joyfully. Both pulled into a waltz like dance, the two of you twirled around like nothing mattered. And for that moment, nothing else did matter. Just you and him, dancing around without a care to give; in the pouring rain.

In anyone else's eyes, the both of you looked insane for staying outside for so long in the wetness. But for you, the rain acted as a grand musician in your dance. Everything else seemed to fade, as the responsibilities of being two shamens melted away. 

Pulling him into a playful dip, the second froze. The soft patter of the water droplets hit both of your faces, slicking back your hair. The same familiar warm feeling enveloped your lips, as Satoru's clashed against yours. And in that moment, everything felt alright. For once in both of your lives, everything felt completely right.

Pulling apart from each other, a chuckle escaped your lips. "I guess that's one way to thank your dance partner." Gojo smirked, as you pulled him into a proper standing position. He grabbed your collar, pushing your body against his. A mischievous look painted his features. "How 'bout I show you my gratitude then~"

He pulled you into another kiss, as it turned more passionate than its predecessor. A small hum vibrates your chest, as you melted into the intimate grasp. 

This time you pulled apart, a small line of saliva trailed. Small pants escaped you both, as you held a firm grasp on the slightly taller's waist. "Well you mustn't give me all the thanks. You did agree to my ways. Might I show you my gratitude inside~" Your eyebrow rose in interest, waiting for his answer.

That same playful grin plastered his face.

 "I could never reject such a kind gesture~"

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Hi,I read it the Suicidal Maniac (all of them) all over again and I love the story and your writing,the question is,will there be a continueation to the story or not?

Yes, there will be continuation! Updates are just a bit slower now because the past chapters were prewritten a while back. I hope to get the new chapter out soon though! I have like 2 alterations of the next chapter and I don’t know which one to choose ;-;

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[𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘] (005)

"𝙉𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚."

Fushiguro stated. While still cool on the outside, internally Megumi was pleading with himself that it wasn't true. Gojo sighed. "It's starting to look like a possibility." "Why are the Elders here though?" The raven head questioned. "The council are making preparations." Masamichi stepped in. "They're already assuming the worst?!" Megumi snapped. "He's still alive! He's still-!" A hand made a stop motion.

"I think you should leave the matter with us. You and Kugisaki need rest. We'll have Shoko look at your wounds later, for now rest." Masamichi held a commanding tone, although gently said. Fushiguro hesitantly nodded before picking up his peer, and started his way towards the dorms. 'M/n is not dead right? He'll make it-.' 

Once more his train of thought was interrupted by the faint yell from the infirmary. "He's crashing! The internal hemorrhaging won't..." The rest became muffled, when the sound of a door slamming shut echoed the empty hallways. 'Please stay alive, I can't lose you too.'

Timeskip

Report:

900 hours. Due to prior events from the day passed; both first year student: Itadori Yuuji, and second year student: L/n M/n (also special grade Jujutsu sorcerer) of Jujutsu tech university have been pronounced dead. "I can't help to think that it was my fault." The snowy haired sorcerer chuckled bitterly. A hand was curled into his hair, as his fingers tugged at the strands. "It couldn't have been. Those incompetent fools are." Nanami reassured from across the male. 

The two were seated across from each other in an empty room. Only two couches sat idly in the center. "The fact that the council is filled to the brim of cowardly heathens, has already been established. But hey, what can we expect." Gojo sarcastically answered. "Shouldn't both of us be experts in this?" Nanami held a stoic stature. 

"We all knew what we were getting into. Death was just another thing apart of the list of risks." Kento spoke. It wasn't a lie, the two had suffered such losses and learned what the consequences truly were. 

"It was inevitable." The word itself, pissed off Gojo to no end. Inevitable. Such a pathetic word, made by mortal chains who were paranoid of life. It always made him feel small; the word reminded him of how helpless he truly was during situations like this. 

It angered him, heck, he was livid in fury. But the more he tried to refuse reality, the more times he ran into the same wall. Helplessness.

Timeskip 

"Sukuna's host?" Shoko pointed towards the table, Itadori laid. "And...L/n." She lead the sentence on. Caressing the second-year's face, she clicked her tongue. "Anyways, I can dissect him however I want, right?" She asked referring to Itadori.

"Just make use of him." Gojo asked. "Of course I will. Who do you think you're talking too?"

"..."

"And we have direct instructions from the council for L/n. Those old farts aren't any fun. I was kind of curious of what was inside of that pretty little head of his."

With Fushiguro and Nobara

"He told us to "live long", but all your problems vanish when you you die. Was he your first comrade you've lost?" Nobara asked. Currently the two were sat on the steps of the entrance. "He was the first classmate." 

"Hmmph you seem oddly fine. After all that second-year died too." "I could say the same for you." Megumi shot back. "Well I only knew them for about two weeks. I'm not such a soft woman...that would cry over the death of people like them." The female's voice cracked, as her lip quivered.

"It's so hot though." Kugisaki complained, changing from the depressing topic. "Yeah, I wonder when we'll get our summer clothes." 

"What the hell? You're more depressing then ever.." Nobara sneered. "Megumi!" A voice interrupted. "Is this a wake?"

"Zenin-senpai."

"Don't call me by my family name. Maki. Maki!" Maki sounded out her name. Suddenly murmuring from behind a tree caught the three's attention. "He really did die too. Yesterday too! Another boy in first-year."

A tick mark formed, as Maki started to sweat. "Say it earlier! I'll seem like a cold-heartless devil!"

Panda and Inumaki stepped out from their 'hiding' spot. "Actually that's exactly what you are, you know?!" Panda yelled back.

"Tuna-Mayo." 

"Who are they?" Nobara pointed towards the three strangers. "They're out second-year senpais. Zenin-senpai, she's the best at handling charms out of us students. Inumaki-senpai is a specialist in spells. His only vocabulary is onigiri ingredients. And panda. 

There's another, Okkotsu-senpai. Along L/n-senpai, they were the only ones I could openly respect. He's overseas right now." Megumi explained. 'I wonder how Okkotsu's taking it. If he even knows yet. He and L/n-senpai were close.' "Are you just going to leave the panda's introduction at "Panda?" Kugisaki cut off Fushiguro's thoughts. "Oh sorry guys you're also still in mourning too." Panda bowed.

"We know how you must be feeling right now. We both lost L/n and Itadori. L/n was like family." Maki reassured. A small frown though lingering. "Mustard leaves-bonito flakes." 

"Through the grief though, we want you guys to attend the Kyoto sister exchange." Panda finished.

"What's that?"

With Gojo

"You know, I have a pretty shitty personality, Don't I?" Gojo asked from his slumped position. "I know." Ijichi sighed.

"I'll seriously slap you later, Ijichi." The threat caused a shiver to go down the male's spine.

"Why would someone like me, someone who doesn't have characteristics of a teacher, take a teaching job at a technical college? Ask me." "Why is that." Ijichi shookenly asked. "Because I have a dream."

"A dream you say?" Gojo leaned back in his seat.

"Yeah, as you know from what happened to M/n and Yuuji, the establishment is the den of evilness in the world of sorcery. It doesn't take much brain power to know that the council of elders are a council of fools, and idiots. 

It's a bargain sale for rotten oranges. I'll hit reset on the shithole that the world of sorcery is. I could easily kill those at the top, but they would simply be replaced, and no one would follow someone who'd kill the higher-ups. That's why I chose education. To raise strong and clever comrades. That's why sometimes I dump my missions on my students."

Ijichi gave an unimpressed look. "Not because you wanted to skip out of them?" "They're all extraordinary. Especially that third-year, Hakari and second-year, Okkotsu. They'll become shamen who could even rival me." Gojo's fist clenched as he glared at the table in front of him.

"Yuuji was one of them." Through gritted teeth,  his glare downcasted. "M/n...was the only one who could surpass me."  

"I'm going to start now." Shoko pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. Ijichi started shaking in fear as he pointed behind the female. "Huh, what's wrong." "G-G-Gojo." An amused smirk formed as he saw behind her. Itadori was sitting up with a mildly confused expression. 

"Woah, where's my clothes?!" Itadori exclaimed glancing downwards. "H-H-He H-H-He's a-a-alive!" 

"Don't be so noisy Ijichi."

Shoko pulled her mask down a disappointing look sent to Itadori. "That's a shame." 

An awkward silence befell. "Ummm this is embarrassing." The pink head nervously scratched his neck. 

"Welcome back." Gojo placed his hand out. "Yo! I'm back!" Itadori slapped the outstretched hand. "Good to see you're alive." "It's good to be back. Can I get some clothes though?" Gojo and Shoko nodded at each other before heading out of the room. "We'll be back."

When the two left, Itadori started grabbing the garments from a bag. While changing, his eyes caught an oddly familiar tuft of  (h/c) colored hair from next to him. 'That's impossible.' Tugging his shirt on, he inspected further. Pushing back the cloth covering the body, Yuuji's eyes widened in realization. 'No!' "I-Ijichi w-who's this?" He asked pointing towards the male. "That's L/n. He was a second-year here." 

From the confirmation of his identity, a feeling of grief and sadness started to form at the pit of his stomach. Tracing along the scars that littered his neck. A worried frown formed. 'What happened to you?' 

Although, inside him, where Sukuna sat, the king of curse's 'throne' stood empty. Sukuna watched in horror as Itadori had pulled the sheet back. Something continued to eat away at him. He couldn't die again right? He just saw him again. He never told him of the past. 

The same sick feeling filled Sukuna as felt as though he was going to puke. "Not again!" His anguish screams filled the domain, as he threw, and broke numerous skulls that had made up the pile.

"Not again please." Sukuna faintly pleaded, as his kimono and hair dripped with water. Back on the outside Itadori had clenched his nails into his fist. Small droplets of blood seeped from his grasp.

"Why'd you have to go and die already?"

M/n POV

The coldness was the first thing I felt when I woke up. While the breeze was soft, the coldness of it all was unforgiving. It was all to familiar though. That day... 

"RUN M/N! DONT LOOK BACK!" 

It hurts. Stop.

"Your whole clan is pathetic~"

Stop please. It hurts.

"What are you going to do? You're too weak."

A pain filled scream echoed throughout the darkness, one I could only assume as my own. "What do you want? Please stop!"

"You killed us! It's your fault!" 

The voices bounced off the walls from every angle. "What do you want from me?" I cried out. 

The echoing voices seem to pause. Silence. A singular figure started to emerge from the snowy ground.

"You're not real. You died 10 years ago." My feet moved, as I started backpedaling. The figure, a woman. A yellow kimono dressed her body. Long (h/c) hair framing her chest, and face. (E/c) orbs which seemed so foreign. "I'm here my love. You're here with me." She reached out a palm towards my face, the only reaction was a flinch which was returned.

"It's me n/n. I'm back." Her soft tone felt deceiving as she stuck out her arms towards me. "It's been so long." Shaking my head, I refused to accept. "You're dead, stop this. Please." Fingers started to tug and pull the messy strands of hair. 

"M/n, please." Warmth filled my core, as I was pulled into an embrace. My legs wobbled as we both fell to the floor. Sobs started racking my form as the woman, I've only known as my mother held me in her arms. "M-Mom? Why'd you leave me? I-I'm s-sorry, I was t-too weak-!" 

"Hey, shhhh...It's okay. You did everything you could. It's not your fault at all sweety." Coming face to face with her, her thumbs wiped my eyes. "You're the strongest person I know M/n."

"Y-You left though! Y-You l-left and I d-d.." Words started getting choked up as a lump formed in my throat. "And that's one of the biggest burdens and regrets I have to carry." She spoke calmly pushing back a strand of hair. 

"You've done so many good things and helped people in need. I've been with you ever since I passed. To think, my own son was such charmer though." She quirked a brow teasingly in hopes of lifting the mood. A small chuckle escaped. "I missed you." A bittersweet sigh left her parted lips before a smile graced her features. 

"As have I." A comforting silence filled the void as we sat in each other's embrace. "M/n, although I despise it with all of my heart, you can't stay." Eyes widened, I pushed her body back.

"What do you mean? I just got here?" A frantic expression slowly forming. 

"M/n..."

"I just got you back! You can't leave!" She once more stuck out her hand stroking my cheek. "M/n, you are the strongest person I've known my entire life. You've saved hundreds if not thousands. And you have people who love you back there! If you stay, you'll break their hearts." A shaky breath left, as tears started to fall again. 

"I know. I'm so selfish! But I can't find the heart to see you leave again."  Pushing my head into the crook of her neck. "You have too. You still have so many first's you have to fill though. Get married, live your life. It's not your time yet. I'll be with you every step of the way." She smiled, kissing my forehead. 

"I love you M/n." 

"I love you too." Her figure started to fade into small cherry blossoms. "It's time to wake up M/n~" With that, she disappeared entirely. A bittersweet smile managed to appear. Collapsing into the snow, I let the coldness finally envelope me as my eyes shut closed.

'It's time to wake up.'

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[𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘] (004)

"𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙗? 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣~"

"Why are we here again? And why aren't Gojo or M/n with us?" Itadori questioned. "A possible special grade showed up and the mission was strictly given to us. Besides special grade sorcerers like them have better things to do then deal with something like this." Fushiguro answered as the three arrived at the 'detention' center. 'I wonder where M/n is?' The pink haired thought to himself. "Hurry up Itadori!" Kugisaki yelled behind her towards the male.

"Huh? Right!"

With M/n and Gojo

Miles away, the spoken pair sneezed at the same time. "Hmm must be the wind." M/n shoved his hands in one of the many pockets sewn into his jacket. The two were heading towards the principal's office on the campus.

"Why did he say he wanted a meeting with us again?" M/n playfully groaned, his voice still a little scratchy from the day prior to yesterday. Gojo chuckled from next to him. "Dunno. Knowing him it could be just to have tea." Sarcasm dripped from his tone.

"Eh, either way I wonder how Yuuji and the other first years are doing?" Gojo shrugged. "Not sure." 

Opening the sliding door, the two were met with Masamichi sewing one of his doll-like corpses. "It took you long enough." The second-year merely chuckled, as he sat down on one of the cushions presented before a small table. "No need to be hasty, what's the rush anyway?" M/n questioned, while pouring the contents of the teapot into the three cups. "A new case from the higher ups." Masamichi threw a folder in the (h/c-ette)'s direction.

"Ah, straight to business I see. Same boring cases the old cowards want us to solve, huh?" Malice dripped from the insult clearly chosen for the elders. Masamichi gave a sharp look before sipping the hot liquid. "You know how they are. The case was given straight to you though, so take it seriously." M/n rolled his eyes at the remark. "Special grades?" 

"2 of them which have recently popped up on their radar were located on the outskirts of the city. Your train tickets have been arranged and it shouldn't take you more than two days" The monotonous tone boring the two sorcerers. A shadow casted upon M/n's face as he stood, turning to walk back through the screen doors. 

"I'll have it done in one. Tell the old hags if they want to keep sending me on these simple missions, I'll just have to finish the job myself. It's no fun taking the danger from these trips." A sharp sadistic thread lacing itself between his words. ('Finishing the job' meaning offing himself.)

"Till next time, ta ta~" With that, the door slid shut a loud 'thud' echoing the now silent room. A small smirk played at the tip of Gojo's smile. "Arrogant as always." The older exhaustedly rubbed his eyes from under his glasses. "It'll cost him one day."

Timeskip with the first-years

"It feels great to be in the skin again. I wonder where those pesky seniors of yours are." Sukuna held a look of mock confusion. "For the meantime, I'm taking this brat's body hostage." A crazed smile laid upon his lips. Plunging his hand into Itadori's chest, the wrenching sound of the searching hand filled the tense silence. 

'Schlopk' The clawed hand reappeared, except now, it was blood filled while Itadori's heart was roughly pulled into the curse's grasp. 

"Well then, what are you going to do, Jujutsu sorcerer?"

 With M/n

"I guess your the one's causing trouble right?" M/n let out a low chuckle, as the curses growled standing on-guard. "Well we can't have that now. They never said you were going to be this ugly." A teasing voice mocked them. A split second later, a punch was thrown from behind him. Catching the fist, he jumped back a few yards. 

"If that's how it's going to be then, I won't hold back." A boyish smile graced his features before disappearing. In a flash the curse that had attacked him was on the ground, with its arms missing. A hiss was thrown his way before the injured had jumped off away. 

"Let's dance mon amour~"

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Soft pants had escaped from the male, as he stood straight. A hiss of pain leaving as a deep cut made itself known. "Fuck, that's gonna leave a mark." He mumbled. A sudden white pain struck M/n from his thoughts as he glanced down.

"Oh joy, I've been impaled." M/n sarcastically commented before spitting up a handful of red. A sickening laugh of some sorts bellowed from the third presence. A sharp spike like appendage pierced through M/n's stomach. "Fine then." A small flash of red and black flickered by the curse's face before the appendage was cut through. Another three slashes, and the apparent special grade, had been delimbed.

 "Bandits copy: king of cursed energy." Small sparks of red and pink emit from his clasped hands. With a flick of his wrist, his opponent fell.  Another pile of fine dust gathered next to M/n's feet. 

The very prominent gaping wound seemed to take its toll though, as his vision got blurry. A painful chuckle vibrated his chest as he weakly fished his phone from his many pockets. Clicking on a contact, he pulled the device to his ear. 

'Ring'

'Ring'

"What do you want L/n." 

M/n let out a breathy laugh at the cold tone of the receiver.

"Not even a 'hi', or 'how are you'? Jeez you hurt me."

"Shut up. What do you need."

"I'm in outskirts of Tokyo, you're in the area right?"

*sigh* "Yes, but I'm busy. Make it quick."

A cough racking his body cut M/n off before continuing. A small puddle of blood starting to form around his feet, as he dragged himself to the nearest bus stop bench. 

"What happened? Are you hurt?"

"Bus stop on twenty-third..sending location...mission."

The line went dead as M/n weakly closed his eyes, leaning himself up against the post. 

Nanami

Across the town a few miles, the receiver of his call held a worry look. "Damn you L/n. What did you do now?" The blonde had gotten into his car and started down the roads directed.

A few minutes later he pulled up to an old beaten up bus stop. Looking closer, he saw the body of the male. 'Did that fool fall asleep?' Getting up from the driver's seat he got closer to the male. 

"Why'd you call me out here? Oí? Are you even awake?" The male stayed unresponsive. "Oí, come on L/n." M/n slowly fluttered his eyes open. "You came." 

"Yeah, now what do you want-?" M/n shifted his arm, showing his shirt quickly staining with an all too familiar red color. Nanami's eyes widened at the sight, quickly grabbing onto M/n to drag him to his vehicle.

"Shit! What happened?!" The blonde held a worried expression, as he laid  the second-year down on the backseats. "Special...grade." A weak smile was sent towards the blonde. "Thanks Ami-san." The childish nickname had pissed Nanami off many times before, but now he was only filled with worry for the male.

Rushing around front, he got into the car, driving off towards the other side of the city. "Stay awake a little longer M/n! Dammit!" "St-a...a...iv...." His senior's words became mixed and faded, as he drifted unconscious. 'Shit shit shit! The school's 20 minutes away. Stay in there M/n.' Nanami struggled grabbing his phone from his pocket while driving at speeds that we're undoubtedly against the speed limit. With his blood-stained fingers, he shakily clicked on the contact he had dreaded.

'Ring' 

"Hey Nanami-!"

"Fuck! Shut up! Tell Shoko to set up her stuff."

"No hello? And what for?"

"L/n! He suddenly called me out of nowhere! Those stupid fools need to stop giving him suicide missions!"

Gojo's face paled.

"What happened?!" 

"L/n is dying is what's happening! I'm twenty minutes away from the school, and he's losing blood."

A sight of Getou passed through Gojo's head, as his face contorted into worry. 'Dammit!'

"Keep him responsive, and I'll tell Shoko."

His voice shook as he cursed himself for bringing the past death up. 

"I don't know how much longer I can keep him awake. Tell her it's a piercing wound all the way through the left lower abdominal region."

The call abruptly ended with that. Jogging towards the medical wing, Gojo slammed open the door. A startled Shoko looking back at the worried male. "Yes?" She questioned.

"L/n, puncture wound, all the way through lower left abdomen." The white haired male manage to ramble out. A look of confusion turned into understanding, as the female started pulling out the needed. "We just need to pray he gets here before we're to late." Shoko shook her head.

Timeskip 45 minutes 

Bringing Nobara to the infirmary was beginning to look a difficult task, as several people stood crowded around the door. Familiar and unfamiliar faces stood gathered around. "What's going on?" The question made necks turn. "Ah you guys are back-!" Gojo was cut short as a gruff looking old man in a formal kimono gave a sharp glare.

"Get them out of here!" Gojo and Masamichi nodded before ushering them towards the dorm common room. A confused expression grew as Fushiguro was lead to the empty room. "What's happening?" He asked once more.

Both Teacher and principal gave an unreadable look. "Where's L/n?" The small seemingly harmless question led to Gojo uncharacteristically fidgeting with his hands. 

". . ."

Megumi was uncomfortable by the unusual silence. "Who were those people back there?" The raven head asked moving onto another question. Gojo shook his head, letting out a sharp sigh. "Elders." "What are they here for sensei?"

"Th-They don't think L-L/n's g-gonna make i-it."

"What?"

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[𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘] (003-2/2)

"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠?"

The group of four wandered the streets looking for the other first-year. After last night, Itadori and M/n seem to be as close as ever. Almost as the past night had never happened. Well, sort of. M/n now had two very prominent purple bruises around his neck, and indeed his vocal chords had been damaged. Plus the fact Sukuna avoided the male like the plague. The curse hadn't made a comment since. 

M/n tugged a bit at the hood. of Yuji's uniform a grin plastered on his face. He pointed to the hood before putting his thumb up. He was complementing the creative change. "It's cool right? It fits just right, but it's also a little different from Fushiguro's and L/n's." 

"Well, if you have requests, you can always get a touch ups made to your uniform." Gojo said before slurping on the juice pouch in his hand. "But I didn't make any requests?" Itadori gave a confused look. "That's 'cause I requested a custom one myself." The pink haired teen made an 'o' shape with his mouth before pointing to M/n. "Is that also the reason why M/n's uniform is different?" He motioned towards his senpai who showed off his many pockets in the coat like gakuen. 

"Poc....kets." 

Hos voice cracked through the word, though he wore a mischievous look. "You have to be careful, Gojo has that side to him. Also why exactly are we meeting in Harajuku?" Fushiguro gave an unamused look towards his teacher. The snowy haired male gave a small shrug. 

"She wanted to meet here. Hey!" M/n had snatched the half empty pouch from his hands sticking it into his own mouth. A small flush formed on Gojo's face from the indirect kiss. "I want popcorn! Come on L/n-senpai!" Itadori grabbed the second-year's sleeve before dragging him to the snack stand across the street. When they returned Yuji had a funky pair of sunglasses on and a bag of the popped Good in his grasp. M/n had a stick of dango handing the other one to his senior. A delighted glint sparked in Gojo's eyes before biting one off, not bothering to actually grab the small stick. 

A small satisfied hum vibrated through his chest. A commotion on the other side of the bustling street caught the four's eyes. A girl with auburn hair was harassing a middle aged male about modeling. "Is that really her?"ge received a head nod in response. "That's embarrassing." Itadori ate a handful of popcorn. "So are you." Megumi held a dark shadow on the top half of his face. "Hey! Over here!" Gojo yelled out to the girl who shortly jogged over. "I'm Kugisaki Nobara, the flower in a group of happy boys." 'Annoying' the ravenette thought.

"I'm Itadori Yuuji, I'm from Sendai!" Yuuji exclaimed pointing to himself. "I'm Fushiguro Megumi."  The female looked expectantly towards M/n who glanced at Gojo to introduce him. 

L/n quickly motioned towards his neck making hand motions of his predicament. "Are you mute or something?" She asked boredly. "He's L/n M/n, he can't speak the best right now. He's a second-year though." The said teen internally thanked his senior. 

'He's definitely unsophisticated. Probably the type to eat his boogers as a kid.' An awfully poor drawing of Itadori came to mind.

'Just with his name...I can't handle boys that think they're all that. He's definitely the type to set gulls drenched in oil on fire.' Fushiguro's angry face pictured in her head. Then a image of M/n in all his glory passed through. 'Him, I can't read him? He's like one of the only attractive guy here?'

"I'm not very fortunate with my environment, huh." She let out an exasperated sigh. "Are you going somewhere after this?" Fushiguro faced towards his teacher. "Heeheehee Ive finally gathered my three students, and on top of that two of them are from the countryside. Of course we'd go... SIGHTSEEING IN TOKYO!"Gojo yelled out pushing M/n into his side, an arm around his shoulders. "TOKYO!" Both Itadori's and Kugisaki's face lit up as they chanted the city's name.

"Let's go to Disneyland!" Nobara hung off of Gojo's arm. "That's all the way in Chiba! Let's go to Chinatown instead!" Itadori slung himself on the white haired's other arm as the two continued to bicker. "Well than," the two got on one knee. "I'll announce where we'll be going.... -We're going to Roppongi." 

"Ro-ppon-gi?!" M/n let out an airy laugh at the pair's anxiousness.  

Timeskip

"There's curse's here aren't there?" Fushiguro held an unsurprised expression. "YOU LIAR! DONT TOY WITH COUNTRYFOLK!" Nobara angrily shouted. "Well a huge cemetery is right over there, so normally there'd be a cesspool of curses both there and in this building." Gojo explained slightly tilting his head towards M/n, who was casually reading a book.

"I'm guessing they're easy to come from a gravesite?" Yuuji scratched his chin. "It's not the cemetery, it's the mindsets of people's fears of it." M/n turned the page of the small book. In truthfulness, he wasn't actually focused on the piece of literature. His focus was set on the events that had taken place the past night. The book was supposed to break his train of thought. 

A moment later, a tap broke his lingering gaze from the printed words that seemed to mock him. "You seemed out of it. What's wrong?" Gojo's voice lost the usual playfulness it held, a more serious one taking over. "Nothing." He carelessly waved his hand around. "What happened to Itadori and Kugisaki?" The pair's absence peeking his interest. "To finish their test of course!" The male's laidback attitude had come back again.

"We'll be back Fushiguro!" Gojo had yelled dragging M/n along with him. A confused look plastered the ravenettes face. The older had stopped by a vacant alleyway, pinning the second-year against the wall. His small grin had fallen into a worried frown, as his blindfold had been slipped off. "What's wrong?" M/n rolled his eyes, a sarcastic smirk pointed towards him. "Suicide." His scratchy voice cracked. Gojo shoved him farther into the wall. "Tell me, you don't get hand prints from hanging yourself." 

"Sukuna had answers I wanted." "So he strangled you?" A sigh escaped pass. M/n gave a curt shrug, a challenging grin playing at his lips. "You're hopeless." A sudden pair of lips had caught M/n off-guard, eyes widening in shock before kissing back. When the two had pulled apart, a small line of saliva followed. A lazy smirk sent towards his senior. Gojo, grumbled before rearranging the cloth over his eyes.

"Wow Sato~" the (h/c-ette) teased, earning a small shove in response. "Come on." M/n followed behind Gojo, as they walked back towards the building. "So-." The sound of shattering glass echoed the street, a curse jumping out of the top window caught the three's attention. Suddenly black spikes shot out of it and dissolved into purple dust.

"Nice, she really is crazy." M/n commented. When Kugisaki and Itadori came marching out, the both were arguing over something while a little kid stood idly next to the pink haired first year.

"Alrighty then! Let's get you home!" Gojo's voice broke the argument between the two, referring to the youngest. The kid coward behind Itadori's leg. M/n gave a small smile bending down to his height. Sticking out his hand he nodded his head towards the open palm.

"What's your name?" His voice strained. "Amane." The boy muttered. "Well Amane, you want to go home right?" M/n held a gentle tone although pain coursed through his throat. Amane hesitantly nodded again. "My names M/n." He turned his back towards the boy. "Here, jump on my back, and I promise we'll get you home safe. Alright?" A small grin formed as the smaller climbed onto the older's back.

M/n, with the small boy stuck to his back started his way towards the neighborhood, oblivious of the looks the group of four gave him. "Let's go." Itadori, first to snap out of it jogged up beside the second-year. "Gah! You're so cool L/n!" With that, the rest joined the path, walking alongside the (h/c-ette).

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[𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘] (003-1/2)

𝙎𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚,

The whole 1000+ plus years he had lived, love wasn't apart of the equation. He wasn't capable of such a thing. Well, that's what he believed anyways. Many others would have agreed. A monster like him could have never had a heart.

Until he met him...

The ghost of a smile that played off his lips

The way he cared for him.

A book that always seemed to be in his grasp

Even the way he had called out his name felt different. "Sukuna!"

The aura that surrounded him felt intoxicating, no, it felt addictively refreshing. Sukuna could never seem to leave.

The thing that drew him in the most was that he was never scared of what the curse was. 

A Monster

But no matter how many threats, or how many times Sukuna had come back drenched in the blood of a massacre, he always stayed. Whenever he questioned why he stayed around the answer was always the same, "When I look at you, I never see the monstrosity that you claim to be. I only see a man, a man who has his morals like everyone else in this world. The weight of good and bad sits at the feet of the beholder. If you are damned to that title, why haven't you killed me yet?"

The question he would often ask himself at times. Why did he stay? This man was only a mere human, he was just like the rest. That's where his mind would travel else where, and start spiraling into more confusion. Something always seemed to drag him back to the male. Almost like a magnet pulling him towards the other.

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                                                -1000+ years ago

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The small gust of wind caused the small pink petals dance around,  the spring had just arrived bringing the end of winter's coldness. Faint humming and the light taps of footsteps filled the silence. A tall male dressed in a navy blue kimono continued his path, head held low reading the delicate writing in the book. 

His stroll was throughout the large garden that accompanied the abandoned palace. He had found the place a few years before, when he was journeying through the woods. When he stumbled upon the building, large vines and patches of moss had overgrown over the once majestic palace.

The garden in the back, the same state. In his mind he thought it was the perfect place to call home and started to clean the place. The overgrown garden now prosperous cleared of any impurities. It was his pride and joy. Though, hidden from sight, the palace made him feel at peace contradicting the chaos which had raged on outside. The walls kept it hidden from peeking eyes and was perfect for isolating everything precious inside. That's the exact reason why when, the king of curses had lain his sights on the enclosed space it was his. 

Shortly after braking into the palace, he had met the 'owner'. The two's encounter was filled with Sukuna's threats of certain death, and the stranger's unbothered expression. 

The damned expression pissed Sukuna off to no end. But with that anger also brought something else. A sense of  peacefulness he hadn't felt since he was human himself.  

Little did he know that strange feeling would grow into something else towards the male. Every time he would see him strolling through the stone lined path a ghost of a smile would grace his features.

Usually he would join his walk while the other would read aloud the words of great scholars. Today wasn't any different. The curse was covered head to toe in blood, as the clicks of his heels echoed the empty hall. 

Walking to the entrance to the paradise like garden, he was met with the sight of his companion draped across the grass next to a small pond.  A satisfied grin painting his face. 

"You know, I don't think your poor kimono can take anymore trauma." He teased tossing his book aside. "Come on." He had grabbed onto Sukuna's wrist and dragged him toward a The bath house. 

Timeskip

After cleaning himself up, the male had suggested a walk through the garden. The sun was about setting, the hues of red and orange reminded him of paintings he had seen before. Almost surreal. 

The two had stopped at a small patch of grass. Sitting down next to each other enjoying the other's company as they continued to watch the sun disappear behind the clouds. The moon starting to become visible.

The sudden warmth of a hand brought Sukuna's attention towards the male next to him. Slightly nudging his cheek farther into the warmth that contrasted the slight chilliness the spring air brought. "I have a confession to make." The words rung through his head.

"I don't think I can hide it much longer. I care for you Ryomen. I hold a dear place for you in my heart." The sudden confession sent waves of emotions crashing down on the cursed king. 

His hand laced with the one on top of his face. "As do I. But do humor me, why fall for a murderer like me?"

"Of the time we've spent together, I've only seen you. How many sins you've committed, has never crossed my definition of you." The same smile, Sukuna had seen millions of times, once again was plastered. His tone was sincere and caring, never a hint of hatred or false truth crossing. With that, the couple had connected their lips. For the first time, a strange comforting feeling filled the curse's chest.

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'Tap'

'Tap'

'Tap'

Blood was painted everywhere. Everywhere he looked the ominous color was splattered across the floors and walls. The soft clicks of his shoes were the only sound that echoed the halls of the enormous estate. 

The estate which was always filled with his humming, or his anxious footsteps pattering the floor. Now, it seemed empty. When they both lived there it had always seemed smaller than it truly was. Now, the palace seemed more to its size. Flashes of memories came and went as Sukuna stared at the body lain across the wooden floors. The gruesome mutilation wasn’t what had disturbed him. No.

It was whom the body belonged to, that brought the evident hunger of grief that started taking over him. It was him. His lover, the one he had tried so hard to hide from the peeving eyes of everyone else lain across the floor, dead. Sukuna hadn't known when he had collapsed, or when he held the dead body of his spouse in his arms, or even the moment he had started crying. All he knew was revenge.

The blood hadn't just stain his hands, the scene was burned into his mind. The scarring sight etched into his memory. 'BAM' his fist collided with the floorboards creating a hole. An anguish filled scream echoed the Forrest surrounding the once safe haven for the couple.

'They will not make a fool out of the king of curse's. Much less make a fool out of his beloved.' 

That night he had destroyed every village in a 20 mile radius, his carnage truly a symbol of his power and grief sent as a warning. That night was when Sukuna's reason for mercy had disappeared, and so had his final thread of humanity.

A Legend among the shamen who had learned about the infamous curse's destruction, was that the body of his beloved still sleeps in a garden. Though overgrown throughout the years, A field of Lily's are said to be planted in honor for the male hidden in the mountains far from view.

To whom it may concern, the name of the beloved is . . .

L/n M/n

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when i say saturdays are for the boys, these are the boys in question

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𝓒𝓾𝓽! 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓪 𝓦𝓻𝓪𝓹! (002)

"Is that L/n M/n?!"

A person in the diner 'whispered yelled', although it being very audible. The diner was sadly more crowded then they expected so when the comment had been heard, people started crowding against the poor male. "Let's get out of here!" Itadori grabbed onto he male's wrist and dragged him out of the restaurant.  Fushiguro huffed out a sigh. "That was chaos. Fast food?" "Chick-fil-a?" M/n gave puppy eyes towards Nobara. "Fine." She gave into her friend's pleas. "Yess!" M/n cheered cutely. "Let's go!" Megumi chuckled as the four got back into the suv.

Timeskip

"How did this happen?" Kugisaki sighed exhaustedly. The male across from her sat with his mouth stuffed with the fatty food surrounded by 6 bags of the fast food. "Because I have too much money, and Shinji was going to bitch slap me if I didn't bring food back for him." M/n had said swallowing the fries. "SIX bags though?" Megumi questioned. "I'm a fat bitch, and I need to feed my children at the studio." M/n shot back.

The ride back was filled with strange arguments and shoving phones in each other's faces. "Okay but hear me out, if oil is made from dinosaur fossils, and plastic is made from oil, are plastic dinosaurs made from real dinosaurs?" The question caused Megumi and Kugisaki to groan while Itadori actually started questioning it. "I have no idea what you guys are on but where's my food peasant." Shinji stood behind the male spooking him. His soul slowly rose out of his body as Yuji tried shaking him out of it. "It's in the car." The raven head pointed towards the vehicle.

"Thanks." Shinji had grabbed a bag and left as soon as he came towards his trailer. "Prick." Nobara seethed. "Where's my favorite pretty eyed husband? I need to find Sato!" M/n snapped out of it grabbing the 5 leftover bags of food fleeing towards the building. "Hus-." "-band?" Megumi and Itadori were left dumbfounded. "Don't question him." Nobara stalked towards her trailer. 

With M/n, he had barged into the dark building getting used to the change in brightness. Spotting the snowy haired male, he sprinted and jumped on the taller's back. Gojo immediately wrapped his arms around the other's legs out of instinct. "Sato!" M/n cheekily smiled swiping his blindfold off placing it on his own head as a bandana. "I got you food." He raised the many bags of Chick-fil-a. Gojo's eyes lit up taking a bag of food. Turning his head his pecked his cheek. A small flush went over the male's cheeks. "Thank you! This is exactly why you're my favorite." 

"Onward beanstalk! I have to give out the rest of the rations." M/n ordered. Satoru chuckled before walking off where the male on his back instructed. The two stopped in front of Inumaki, Zenin, and Kouichi. "Oh, M/n how'd the interview go?" Kouichi asked. He currently wore a simple graphic tee and ripped jeans. "Tiring. Here , I got you food." He shoved a bag in their arms signaling for Gojo to walk away. 

Zenin had a small smile dance at her lips at the two. "He's too nice for his own good." "Although he's mainly a pain." Inumaki finished. The two had lastly stopped in front of Getou, M/n once again handed over a bag. Getou sent an amused smirk towards the male. "For me? Why thank you." "No problem. We stopped to get food on the way back." The (h/c) haired male shrugged in response.

"Let me down now lamppost!" Gojo did as told dropping the male off from his back. "Jeez your heavy." He playfully teased rubbing his shoulder. "Oh fuck you!" M/n had shouted before running off to find another person to bother. "Don't piss off Shinji too much without me!" The white haired male shouted back. "No promises!" He chuckled in response watching as his friend disappeared around the corner.

*CRASH* "FUCKING HELL SORRY!" M/n's obvious voice screeched out. Getou face palmed at his coworkers stupidity. With M/n, the person he had collided with was currently pinned underneath him. Who's the unlucky victim? Well, the devil himself of course...Shinji. He had Shinji pinned to the floor. A red hue bloomed on the shorter's face. A look of livid rage glinted in his eyes. "GET OFF!" He yelled shoving the male off from him. 

"H-Hey Shinji?" The (h/cette) awkwardly greeted as the shorter shoved passed him. "Okay then?" M/n shivered at the coldness. "Oí, N/n! Akutami's wanting you!" The brunette yelled coming into view. Nobara had on her uniform. "Pretty sure they're wanting to go ahead and shoot the special grade fight scene, and Sukuna's scene too." 

"But I thought they said we were off!" M/n whined. "They're waiting for you." The female pat her friend's shoulder in mock pity. "Damn! I thought it was my day off!" He turned around and rushed the other way outside. 'Make up.....Make up.....Ah Make up!' Stopping in his tracks at the smaller trailer. Opening the door, he was met with the smell of latex and perfume. "Yikes I forgot the smell in here." M/n comically covered his nose. 

"Ohayou M/n!" Aika shouted. Aika was one of the cosmetologist's for the set. She's usually assigned for the male, them quickly becoming friends. "Ohayou Aika. Kuga said they wanted to do the fight scenes today so, butcher me up!" Sarcasm evident in his voice as he sat down in one of the chairs. "Oh stop whining, you don't have to do the main fighting. It sucks being in here for 3 straight hours." Shinji groaned. He stood, while Usachi, continued placing Sukuna's markings. "Don't move will ya! It's hard enough with your bitching already." Usachi, had been also working there since the beginning. She was always assigned with Shinji, since she was the only one who could deal with his personality.

"Oh don't cry Shinj, that's her way of saying she likes you~" M/n teased getting flipped off in return. "Okay, it says the usual. Bruising, gashes, yada yada. I need you now to hold still so I can finish in less than a couple hours. Shut up and sit still." Aika sent a small glare grabbing her supplies. "Fineee just don't poke my eye out with that thing!"

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𝓒𝓾𝓽! 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓪 𝓦𝓻𝓪𝓹! (003)

"Cut! Perfect take guys!"

Itadori let out a small sigh of relief. A groan was heard from the 'special grade'. One of its clawed hands traveled up to the head and pulled the hot mask off. A gasp came from the pinkette from seeing the actor. "WHY DIDNT ANYBODY TELL ME HE'S THE ONE PLAYING THE SPECIAL GRADE?!" Yuji yelled surprised. "Would you have been so dramatic if you knew this clown was in the costume?" A smirk played at her lips as a frown appeared on M/n's face. "Do you find joy in bullying me?" 

"Yes. Yes I do." Kugisaki hunched pver laughing. "Can we hurry up this scene! This panties are like a size too small. They're such a nightmare! You have to help me!"

The attractive male complained pulling at the skimpy fabric. "Hang in there, I'm about to release you from your 'pain'." Shinji snickered reading over the script. "I swear did they find these at some shady Victoria Secret? And how did they now my panty size?!" Fushiguro joining in at laughing at the poor male. 

M/n pushed back he sweaty locks. "It feels a 100 fucking degrees in this mask." A small blush formed on Shinji's face as he had glanced up right when M/n had 'fixed' his hair. He grumbled while fixating his gaze back on the crumpled piece of paper in his grasp. "Can we get everyone back on set? We're gonna shoot the rest of the fight scene!" Aketami announced. "There's your que." Nobara teased. "It's not fairrrr Kugi!" M/n whined draping himself on the female. She pulled her bottom lid down in a mocking matter. "Baka Baka~"

Timeskip an hour and a half later~ brought to you by a shirtless M/n

"Don't move another inch."

M/n intimidatingly threatened, his arm around the pink haired male's throat. "Or what you'll kill me?" 'Sukuna' mocked. "Well we'll see how the night drags on maybe I will maybe I won't unless, you give my friends body back." A sharp glint in his eye. 

The captured male let out a dry chuckle before swinging his arm back. M/n realized the action and was about to jump back to block. A small 'click' was heard before the male was yanked back suddenly. An ugly screech was heard before the male was strung stuck in the air. 

The wires of his harness taught. A blank look engraved his face. His so called 'friends' both on and off set were cackling. "Don't worry L/n we'll get you down soon!" Aketami said over the PA. "What happen-? Oh." Gojo had just walked in, hearing the unholy screech from inside of the studio. At first he thought it as scripted before hearing loud cackling following the inhuman sound. 

His blue eyes scanned his coworker's body hung up, a wide grin forming. As quick has he could, he started taking pictures of the poor M/n. Posting the pictures to his social media.

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After 20 minutes they had found the problem and had gotten M/n down, calling a 30 minute break. The male stretched before Flopping himself down on one of the comfy couches. Shinji followed right after, a black robe covering his bare chest. "I swear that sucked ass...." M/n lazily dropped his head onto the other's lap closing his eyes. 

Shinji, too exhausted to care decided to leave it. Secretly enjoying the intimate contact, the male started playing with his hair. Nobara and Gojo hid with evil grins, giving each other nods when they started taking photos.

The pink haired twin sent a small glare towards his brother who sat with M/n, jealous of the two's closeness. 'Stupid Shinji!' He pouted like a small child. Meanwhile said brother fell asleep alongside the male laid on his lap. 'One nap can't hurt, right?'

Timeskip

"-shhh you...wke...hem." Shinji awoke to the sound hushed muffled voices above him. Another bright flash covered his constricted eyesight. A groan passed his lips as he finally cracked open his eyes. The faces of his coworkers circled around the two. All with cheeky looks engraved their features.

Shinji was about to go off before a shifting movement caught him off guard. The small movement, caused a shade of pink to envelop the poor twin's face. M/n, also his crush (but will never admit it) had his face shoved into Shinji's lower stomach, meaning the shift in weight around his crotch decided to spark something.

'No no no no no not right now please.' A small tent started to grow as the male let out an embarrassed 'tch'. "Aw look at the two little lovebirds~" Gojo cooed. A yawn stopped Shinji again from making any colorful insults escaped his mouth. M/n's eyes cracked open before yawning once more. Sitting up, Shinji mentally thanked kami. A small grin formed on M/n's face as his messy hair stuck up in weird angles. 'Cute.' The thought rung in the heads of the group of actors.

"What's poppin y'all it's Nicki Minaj." The male said throwing up awkward handguns. A groan echoed among his coworkers, as they started to disperse from around the piece of furniture. "Why are you like this?" Fushiguro not far away, slapped a hand to his forehead.

"Awww you gotta admit you love me though~" M/n teased pulling the raven haired male into his chest. A red hue lit up his face.

'Why do I even like this idiot?'

[authorkun]

𝓒𝓾𝓽! 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓪 𝓦𝓻𝓪𝓹!

"Good Morning everyone! How are you doing this fine morning?"

The crowd roared into cheers and shouts. The moderator waved at a few audience members. "Today, we have a few special guests with us! You might have seen before on your own tv. Please welcome the cast members of Jujutsu Kaisen, L/n, Kugisaki, Itadori, and Fushiguro!" The audience cheered again seeing the actors walk out from backstage. 

The four took a seat on the pristine couches, waving and smiling at the cameras. Their outfits seemed to match the colors of blue and white. Yuuji wore baggy denim jeans, a white hoodie, and a matching denim vest, and converse. A Fannypack slung around his chest. Nobara wore similar attire of a cropped zipped hoodie, loose jeans, and combat boots. 

M/n squished in between the two wore a loose button down with newspaper like designs, bleach patched jeans, and sneakers. Megumi, sitting at the other end of the couch wore an oversized blue and white jacket with a white t shirt underneath, black skinny jeans, and Nike shoes.

M/n sent a dashing smile towards the crowd earning an uproar of cheers. When the four had sat down the audience calmed down. 

"Alrighty then! How are you guys? It's great to finally have you on the show!" The host greeted warmly shifting slightly in her chair. "Ah I think I can speak for all of us, we're doing great! It's such a pleasure being here today!" L/n spoke taking the lead. A wide grin plastered on his face. 

"As you may know, Jujutsu Kaisen is a new uprising show. Popular among many young adults this year. Ranked number 2 in the shows most watched. Taking the cake as one of the fastest to gain audience grossing. So, how is staring in one of the most popular shows in Japan?" Small clips of the show played while the hostess talked.

The screen fading back to the four. "It's amazing, being apart of a show like this. It's almost scary seeing yourself on tv." Itadori explained, M/n chuckled at the small twinkle in his eye. "It's like a dream come true. Really, the director is one of the nicest person you could meet." Kugisaki added. "If I'm not wrong, your twin plays as Sukuna?" The attention adverted towards Itadori. 

"Uh, yeah. Actually when we auditioned, we tried out for the opposing role. Although we look alike his voice is a bit different. But the voice he uses in the show is purposely rougher." The memory of the shocked face of the director seeing the two. "Initially they were going to use one actor and mix the scenes together. But right before filming the idea had gone out the window." A picture of the two on set played on the tv. 

"This show was both of your big breaks. It was also one of L/n's and Fushiguro's major roles. Before you guys had starred in smaller productions right?" The hostess leaned her chin on her hand. "Yeah, I was in a few smaller films before an old friend suggested auditioning. That's actually a funny story of how I got the part. Do you guys want to hear it?" The audience cheered. "An old friend knocked on my door and shoved the script into my hands. 

It looked like he ran a marathon, as he basically slumped over in exhaustion. Standing in front of me he frantically starts yelling bits of sentences. He looked at me and was like," M/n had put his arm out panting slightly imitating the guy's stature. "Role....*pant*..... Big break *pant*....Audition for main role...*pant*." The crowd laughed at his portrayal.  "First, I actually auditioned for the main role, but then the twins came along and blew it out of the water." He playfully sent a glare towards his friend who sat next to him.

 "Your part is as a second-year with Zenin, Inumaki, and Kouichi (Panda) . But it seems your character has a lot of screen time." The hostess leaned in a little more interested. 

"Yeah my character likes to hang out with the first-years a lot more. Not that the other second-years are bad. Zenin is like my sister."

A soft smile never leaving his lips. "Speaking about cast relationships, what's the dynamics  with you guys?" Kugisaki, Itadori, and L/n gave each other looks before cracking up. Megumi rolled his eyes playfully at the three. "We're all pretty close, but ask anyone who works with us and they'll say these three are joined by the hip." Fushiguro explained with a small smile at the others. "Could you expand more on that?"

"At the beginning before the table read, the producers and director thought it was a good idea for us plus Shinji (Sukuna) to 'bond'...in response to that Gojo, shoved us into a room, locked it, and told us to 'get along." The audience laughed at the male's expression.

 "After like 5 minutes of silence these three start dying of laughter. After i think, two hours, Gojo comes back and slams open the door. By the time he did that we were already pretty close. He looked out of breath, and had this frightened look on his face. Then he tells us, he had forgotten that he locked us in the cramped room..." the audience laughed again as the raven head shifted in his seat.

"See they went on break for about an hour and a half, when they had gotten ready to continue, they realized we weren't there. Don't tell anyone this but, Gojo has a horrible memory. He said they looked for us for a half an hour and were about to call security, because none of them had our phone numbers. Anyways in summary, after those two hours these idiots come out attached at the hip, and became everyone's pain in the ass." He sent a sarcastic glare towards his friends.

The crowd was roaring in laughter at the story. "We actually have some bloopers and videos you guys have posted. Do you mind if we play some?" The audience cheered in a 'yes'. "Sure, why not?" M/n answered.

On the same tv they started playing the small compilation of videos. The first one qued was one Itadori had posted on his story. It showed him with his costume on. 

'So, just started filming today and this dumbass hurts himself doing absolutely nothing.' Yuuji had showed M/n holding a ice pack to his forehead with sunglasses on. The male shot up a peace sign towards the camera. The audience chuckled at the current L/n's embarrassment. 'This stupid f*cker made us redo the scene, because somehow he doesn't know how to stand. Randomly during the shot he's shown trying to lean on an invisible force and falls flat on his face.' 

The next video shown was the actual footage that Itadori explained. In the video it was zoomed in on M/n, who like he said was standing and leaned to his left. You could see the horror in his eyes as he fell. The caption being, 'This dumb bitch🥰'. Another fit of laughter came from the crowd. 

The next video that played was in the POV of M/n as the camera flipped showing the back side of Shinji with Sukuna's famous tattoos. He ran up and slapped a pie tin with just whipped cream in his face. "What the hell! Get back here you bitch!" You could hear M/n's laugh while the feed was a bit blurry. Karma seemed to hit has the male tripped and fell onto the concrete. 

The video ended with a blurry picture. The studio was filled in laughter as the male in the video sat embarrassingly between his friends who were also dying. Yuuji  was slumped over his friend, wheezing.

Timeskip

"Well as great as this has been, we have to say goodbye to these amazing actors."

The hostess said with a smile. The audience boo'ed at the statement. "It was such a pleasure to be here. Hopefully we'll get to be on here again in the future." With that, M/n sent a wink and signature dashing smile towards the crowd before walking off with the others. Getting off the stage he sighed out in relief. "Oí those interviews are exhausting."

"You can say that again." Yuuji smiled. "I'm starved who else wants to get out of here?" Nobara complained swiping through her phone. "How about that diner down the street. The ratings are pretty good." The (h/c) haired male suggested. "Yeah sure. I'm pretty sure we're off the hook anyways." Fushiguro said grabbing a water bottle from the table. 

 "I think the driver's waiting out back. I'm gonna leave, cause I'm not waiting on you slowpokes." Kugisaki snickered. "Hey! We're coming too!" Itadori yelled chasing after her with the two others trailing behind. Before M/n could walk out the exit a hand had tapped his shoulder. Turning back, it was the hostess with a innocent smile. "Can I help you?" The brunette had twirled a piece of hair between her index finger and thumb. "Would you perhaps want to go out sometime?" A confident smirk played on her face. "Ah, sorry most of my schedule is booked up with filming and interviews. If I would I could." He shyly scratched his neck sending an awkward smile towards the girl.

"I bet you could make time~" she persisted. "Sorry I-." "Oi n/n we're waiting on your slow ass!" M/n silently thanked Kugisaki for interrupting the girl's persistent flirting. "My friends calling, I've got to go. It was nice to meet you though!" He sent one last smile before running off to the car his friends were waiting in. "What took you so long?" Itadori whined. "The hostess insisted on going out with me." He shivered at the thought. "Yikes. I swear you always get hit on anywhere we go." Megumi groaned. "Hey it's not my fault I'm hot." M/n stuck his tongue out. A light blush dusted across Fushiguro's face.

"Aye stop flirting with each other. We're heading for the diner across 9th." Nobara once again interrupted, giving instructions to the driver.

"Next stop, food!"

To be continued

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[𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘] (002)

"𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨?"

Fushiguro unamusedly asked. The two first-years plus the suicidal second-year sat around the table set with food. M/n dramatically slapped a hand on his chest feigning hurt. "Oh my dear Megs, how you wound me. You know I wouldn't kill my favorite kouhai." A pang tugged at the bottom of the other.

"It can't be that bad!" Itadori shoveled a spoonful of the curry into his mouth. A sweet and savory taste filled his senses as little sparkles floated around him. "Thjihgss sgloh gfjloh! (This is so good)" The words were muffled do to the pinkeyes full mouth.

Across from him Fushiguro silently ate his own meal. To his slight surprise, it wasn't half bad; of course he wouldn't have let you know. "Does Soasunu or whatever his name is, eat food?" M/n dumbly asked waving his spoon around. "L/n, surely the king of curses doesn't need sustenance." The black haired male face palmed at the idiocy of the question.

Itadori continued to shovel large amounts of the curry into himself. His bowl being set down a minute later emptied of its content. "Arigato gozaimasu!" He quickly bowed. "Your cooking reminds me of a housewife's..." the words slipped out. Silence followed suit as realization hit him. "O-Oh w-wait t-that's not what I meant! I mean your cooking's really good-." Itadori started rambling out apologies. "Tch. That's probably where you belong as a housewif-." A spoon interrupted Sukuna's crude words. 

"Excuse me, I'm about full so I'm gonna go hit the sack." M/n smiled, a chilling aura surrounding him. The seething male stormed out of the Cafeteria, as the two's stare bore into his back. "Why do you keep being so rude?" Sukuna 'tched' before his mouth disappeared. After the whole fiasco dinner continued on with attempts at small talk from the pinkette.

Timeskip

Night time rolled around fairly quickly, the sound of cicadas and the wind chiming around the school's building. The cold air nipped at the exposed (s/c) skin. After the male had stormed off, he decided to take a walk and had stayed at the small hill away from the buildings. The same book pulled out from before. "Aren't you supposed to be asleep?" His voice broke the silence. "I could ask you the same thing." The second voice identified as Itadori. 

"Not many people are awake at the witching hour. Are you a witch then?" The (h/c) haired teen teased the younger. In his moment of confusion, M/n tripped him causing Yuuji to fall beside him. The quietness took over the two as M/n stayed engrossed with the small book. 

"Hey, I'm sorry for Sukuna earlier. He's been acting like a real pain in the ass today." A growl sounded through Itadori's head. "It's fine, not everyday you get insulted by the cursed king himself." M/n dryly chuckled. 'Let me out brat.' 'No!' 'Do it.' 'Why should I? You've been an ass the whole day.' 'I won't hurt him, You can take over after I talk with the sorcerer.' The internal struggle didn't go unnoticed though. 

The facial expressions Itadori was making gave the whole argument away. "He's asking to be let out I assume?" He quirked a brow in interest. "Yes? It's not like I'll let him though." "Let him. I have quite a few questions to ask. Before you say anything, I'll be fine. I'm stronger anyways." M/n sent a small half smile. On que, black markings started appearing on Itadori's features. "Hm, the moon always feels better in the flesh." The voice belonging to Sukuna. "What'd you want?" The second-year casually tossed the book aside. "Did you know the sun and moon used to be lovers?" The curse said ignoring the question. 

"Legend says the moon constantly overtook the skies as darkness rained. As the sun continued hurting without the love from the people. Apparently the moon was so infatuated with his counter-part he banished himself from seeing his beloved. 

The sun enjoys her reign in the day, while the moon concours the night. The only time they meet is during a solar eclipse. Could you imagine sacrificing yourself for someone you love?" The story had caught the younger off-guard. The words seemingly feeling familiar. "I would do anything if it meant for them to be safe." The statement struck something inside of Sukuna's chest making his mouth dry. "That's foolish! How do you know they won't waste it?" 

"The exact reason why the moon had banished himself. He trusted that he had made the right choice. He knew he was hurting the very thing he loved so he did what he thought was right. In return, once ever few years the sun and moon eclipse." The words had a deeper meaning. A familiar feeling of grief sat at the curse's stomach. Memories he had attempted to bury started to resurface. Anger bubbled inside of him as he grabbed onto the collar of the male under him. 

"The fuck is that supposed to mean. It's foolish! The ultimate sacrifice for another? Are you out of your damn mind?!" He had barked out shaking M/n with every word he had said. "I'll kill you!" His hands wrapped around the other's neck. "Do...it....Dare......you." The pressure starting to build onto his windpipe. Realizing what he was doing, Sukuna dropped the other backing away staring at his hands as flashes of blood flickered.

Stumbling away he fell over, as M/n scratched his neck coughing inhaling the needed oxygen. Tomorrow a bruise would certainly form. His eyes landed over to the crouched body. Sukuna hunched over covering his mouth as Saliva filled his hands. A panic attack. The vile taste brimming at his throat. 'Fuck!' He tried pushing the feeling away, ignoring the gross feeling. "Who was I to you?" M/n's voice cracked, it was hoarse, of what you could hear. His words breathless, his vocal chords ruined without a doubt. "No one." "Did I know you? Was I some one importa-." He couldn't finish his question when the black tattoos faded. A confused Itadori replaced the cursed king. 

Worry written on his face seeing his friend gasping for air. "Did he do that to you?" Pointing to his neck where purple started to form in shapes of hand prints. "No...it's..fine." M/n's hoarse voice made him angry at the broken promise. "We're going to see the nurse. You need help." Itsdori grabbed onto the male's wrist starting to head back towards the school. 

"I knew it was a bad idea." "No." The sudden statement startled the vessel. "What?! He basically crushed your vocal chords!" "I-I'll be o-ok." M/n flashed a weak smile. "What did you guys even talk about?" "..." the silent response and hung head had signified the answer. 

"We're at least going back inside. It's cold out here." "T-Thanks." Yuuji gave a light-hearted smile masking his worry. "Don't thank me. It's the best I can do after what happened with Sukuna." Itadori walked M/n back to his room while filling him in on what had happened the rest of dinner. Stopping at the wooden door, M/n had twisted the knob, wandering into the black abyss of his room. Expertly finding his bed, and flopping into the mattress. 

Right before he closed the door the strained words of his senpai caught him off-guard. "Stay." The pinkette's face began to grow warm. "Uh...sure?" The first-year hesitantly closed the door behind him kicking off his shoes near the the entrance. Walking over to what he thought the bed, a hand had yanked him to laying beside the other.

 His face already blooming a cherry red, as M/n snuggled into his chest. A second later soft snores filled the dark room.

 'It's not that bad right?' A yawn interrupted his train of thought, following the male beside him falling asleep.

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