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Counterfeit Shrines // sukuna x female reader

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Chapter 2 - Nineteen with Neck Tatz // (4.2k words) // Explicit - 18+

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You're a late bloomer when it comes to cursed energy, entering Tokyo Jujutsu High partway through the 4th year on the support student track. Because of this, you get paired with the only combat track sorcerer without a partner for obvious reasons, Ryomen Sukuna. He's had a tragic upbringing as a human that is part curse with dark expectations for how to live his life. However, after meeting you, he slowly starts to see the possibility of a different path with someone he might love.

Content Tags/Warnings Throughout Work: Reader and Sukuna are Jujutsu Sorcerers in a JJK AU, explicit smut, violence/blood/injury, dubious consent, dubious morality, drug and alcohol use, falling in love, angst, comfort, fluff, happy ending

You know you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but it's hard not to when you see him striding towards you and your table confidently. He just exudes an aura of assertiveness mixed with something sinister. You aren’t an expert on cursed energy in the slightest, however, you can pick up on the darkness wafting through the air making it harder to breathe.

You notice he’s eying Gojo, so you decide it's safe to watch him approach. It’s impossible to not be captivated by his presence, his hands are shoved in his pockets and sleeves rolled up just enough to expose tattoos on his wrists and muscular forearms. Oh and what you saw on his neck was black ink cutting across the contours of muscle like jagged bolts of lightning. His sharp jawline is accentuated by more ink running parallel from between his cheekbone and ear down to his chin.

Face tattoos, that's definitely a choice. There’s something about it that fits with his demeanor though.

“What’s up man,” his deep voice breaks you from your daze as he slaps Gojo on the back.

“Sup Sukuna,” Gojo greets him.

Sukuna. Interesting name.

Gojo stares straight ahead as Sukuna leans down to murmur something in his ear, Gojo nodding slightly as he takes a sip of his drink. Sukuna’s eyes flick briefly towards you, the eye contact only lasting for a second as you quickly divert your gaze to anything but him. The intensity of just that one moment was enough to send chills down your spine.

“Sukuna, have you met our new classmate yet?” Gojo speaks up, gesturing to you as he says your name.

“Nope,” he says in a disinterested voice, “seems weak judging by that cursed energy signature though.”

“Dude, I swear sometimes you decide to see how fast you can sound like an asshole in as few words as possible,” Shoko barks at him which results in a cocky smirk in return.

He presses his hands into the edge of the table, flexing his arms as he gets a better look at you. This time you meet his sharp gaze until he glances away, which feels like a tiny victory.

OK actually he is really fucking hot. Seems like an absolute fuck boy, but you couldn’t deny his attractiveness. When he glanced in your direction, you thought you saw a hint of red in his eyes. You feel your face flush as he walks away. Shoko notices this almost immediately.

“Ah another poor girl captivated by Ryomen Sukuna’s aura,” she giggled.

“Wh-what?? No I-“

“I’m just joking. He is an attractive guy, you aren’t the first and certainly won’t be the last to think that,” she smirked.

“What's his deal?

“I mean he is really strong, there is no doubt about that. His dad is a special operations sorcerer so he definitely has it in him,” Shoko explains.

“Ever since we’ve known him, he's been moody and hard to get along with. Also he has big beef with Gojo over who is stronger,” Geto adds with a chuckle.

“Which by the way is absolutely me!” Gojo says animatedly.

You laugh in response as you take a sip of your drink. Honestly most of the guys you’ve seen so far have been pretty attractive, was there something about cursed energy that just made guys hotter? No matter what, you noticed your ex boyfriend was quickly slipping from the depths of your mind.

All three of you finish eating and make your way back to the dorms. You go to change into your pajamas and reconvene with your friends in the lounge area.

“So, what was life like for you before coming here?” Gojo asks as he falls into the couch next to you. His blue eyes are mesmerizing, how can someone be blessed with this good of looks?

You start to describe your childhood and how your dad is a sorcerer. How you went to traditional private school, playing sports, your favorite subjects, the typical high school activities.

“Do you have a boyfrieeeeend?” He asks in a low joking tone.

“No, well, I did, but I broke up with him before coming here,” you say with just a hint of sadness.

“Wow such a heartbreaker,” Geto smirks, shaking his head.

“Are there any couples here?” You ask curiously. You figured as a boarding school there would be no shortage of messy relationships.

“Eh there are a few. The guy with black hair who was with Sukuna has a longtime girlfriend. Also you haven’t met them, but Choso and Yuki are dating. Other than that, mainly flings and friends with benefits situations,” Shoko chimes in.

“So typical high school shit it sounds like, except everyone lives together.” You laugh. Your mind wanders, it's kind of exciting being able to do whatever you want. Living at home, it was hard to get alone time with your ex, but here it's fair game.

“Well if you ever need a wing woman you know where to find me,” Shoko’s words interrupt your thoughts.

“Thanks Shoko,” you smile back. She really has been a good friend over the years and you know she has your back.

Three girls walk in the lounge as you all are hanging out and you can’t help but overhear their conversation which sounds stressed.

“He left abruptly and hasn’t talked to me since,” a girl with long black hair says, sounding upset.

“Kiko it’s probably nothing you did, I wouldn’t worry much about it, you know how he is,” a blond haired girl responds obviously trying to cheer her friend up.

You wonder who they are talking about. You certainly remember similar conversations happening at your old school with girls getting caught up with guys who are only interested in one thing. You are amused to see that this school isn’t much different from traditional high schools when it comes to this stuff.

The girls suddenly get quiet. You turn around and see the guys come in that you saw earlier. Sukuna and Toji, you remember their names.

“Kiko, doll I was looking for you,” you hear a low drawl come from Sukuna. Damn even his voice sounds sexy, you think to yourself. He saunters over to the group of girls, his hands in his pockets again.

Kiko looks a little perturbed and you assume she is trying to play a little hard to get, but it doesn’t seem to last long. “Kuna I was wondering where you got off to,” she giggles while the other girls direct their attention to Sukuna. He obviously has them wrapped around his finger. Poor girls.

“Well I wanna get off with you, so you best quit standing around here,” he says so nonchalantly that you almost choke on your water bottle. How can someone be so brazen out in the open like this!? The girls all laugh and Kiko steps towards him, pressing her body against his as he leans back against the kitchen counter. You notice him wrap a large hand around her and grab her ass, pulling her close towards him.

“I’ll talk to you all later,” you hear Kiko giggling to her friends as she follows him away, Sukuna not even bothering to wait for her.

“Is Kiko his girlfriend?” You whisper to Shoko.

“Hell no,” she bursts out laughing. “He basically has a harem following him around. Treats them like shit, but it seems to make them want him more. She’s his flavor of choice for the night I guess.” She rolls her eyes.

“I see,” you say awkwardly. You have always felt bad for girls in this situation. You had a friend in school that confessed to you that if she kept hooking up with a guy she liked, she thought he would eventually like her back. It hurt to watch her go through that, seeing her realize she would never be enough, always getting her hopes up to end up being let down again.

“I think I’m going to go to bed,” you stand up and stretch, suddenly exhausted from the day and eager for some alone time.

“I’ll come by to grab you in the morning,” Shoko says as she jumps up to hug you. The boys also bid you good night as you leave the lounge area, entering the dim hallway. You make it back to your room, take a quick shower, and climb into bed. You pull a book out from your bookshelf and start to read, quickly falling asleep after reading just a few pages.

***

Your first class is Math. Thank god because that’s your best subject anyways. Even though your technique didn’t develop until later, you still inherited a brain that could run insane numbers of calculations in your head. You’ve never had to worry about a math class before and you sure as hell weren’t going to now.

“Morning kiddo,” Gojo jokes with you as he takes a seat to your right. “First night in the new room everything you dreamed it would be?”

“Not going to lie it’s pretty nice to not have my parents banging down the door to wake up,” you laugh. Honestly you are enjoying this newfound freedom, you can really do what you want when you want.

The room slowly fills up as it gets closer to 8AM. The girls from last night, Kiko and her friends, roll in together, sitting across the room. Next a brunette girl with a scar on her nose walks in.

“Utahime!!” Gojo exclaims, “I saved you a seat!” She looks at him confused as there were no empty seats around him.

“What are you talking about,” she rolls her eyes until she notices him patting his lap. “What the fuck is wrong with you???” She seethes with a blush on her face.

“Wow how ungrateful,” Gojo feigns being offended and crosses his arms, looking away. She stomps off and sits two seats behind him. “She plays so hard to get, but I know she loves me,” Gojo whispers to you as Geto shakes his head, smirking. “Utahime you didn’t even introduce yourself to our new classmate!” Gojo turns around and yells, clearly enjoying tormenting her as her blush deepens.

You wave, smiling slightly with an apologetic grin. She cracks a smile back, compassion in her eyes. “Poor girl having to sit next to you on her first day,” she retorts at him, causing the class to laugh.

“You are so mean,” Gojo places a hand on his chest with a look of pain on his face. This guy was so theatrical, you can’t help but join in the laughter.

The door bangs open again and this time Sukuna storms in.You can’t possibly imagine what turned him into a tornado at 8 in the morning but you decide to ignore it. A few girls try to get his attention, obviously wanting him to sit with them, but he turns up your aisle and sulks to the back row. You lock eyes for a second as he bounds past you to sit next to Toji.

“Sukuna, why don’t you sit with me?” Kiko gets up and walks over to his desk.

“Shut up, I'm sitting over here. You go back over there, you’ll know if I want you around,” he scoffs without even looking at her. You are taken aback at his audacity, cringing at his harsh words.

Her eyes look hurt as she makes her way back over to her friends. The guy is such an asshole holy shit. As little as you can interact with him the better.

Your teacher comes in and settles everyone down. He passes out a quiz you didn’t know about since you started at school late, but he tells you to just do your best and you won’t be penalized.

You look over the quiz, realizing that the problems aren’t that challenging. Thank god for your nerd brain, you chuckle internally. You finish with about 20 minutes to spare, waiting until your teacher calls for time.

“Pass your quiz to the person 2 rows up to you, and we will go through and grade each other's work,” your teacher says. You notice Sukuna at your side, thrusting his papers into your face wordlessly. You take them without speaking, waiting for him to move so you can walk up to hand off your work. He’s looking down at you almost expectantly.

“What?” You give him a challenging look.

“Nothing, was just looking at what answers your dumbass had on there.”

You snort in response, eliciting a sneer from him. “I’m not worried about it, I know I did well,” you retort, causing his glare to penetrate you even more.

“Hmph,” he growls as he snatches your work and walks it up two rows for you.

What the fuck is his problem? Unless he’s ultra competitive you have no idea what you did to elicit this response. Whatever, you get your red pen out as your teacher starts reading off the answers.

Sukuna ends with a 95, missing just one. So he must be pretty smart behind that dickhead facade. You get up and walk back to where he’s sitting, handing him the quiz. “Good job,” you say with a straight face and proceed to walk back to your seat, not bothering to wait for a response. You sit back down and see your quiz face up on your desk with a 100 on it. Yes! You knew you would crush it, and scoring higher than him was weirdly satisfying.

Your teacher collects everything, looking over the quizzes quickly. “Well looks like we have one perfect score, congrats!” he beams at you, the unwanted attention making you shrink away. Can we not on the first day?

You hear Sukuna scoff behind you. Serves him right.

“Ayye Sukuna, how does it feel to be second best,” Gojo teases from a few rows up. You look back at him and notice his jaw is tensing up, eyes shooting daggers back in the direction of Gojo. Aww poor thing must be used to being the best at everything you figure, not anymore.

“Shut the fuck up loser,” he barks back, “bet you couldn’t even muster more than a 70.” You giggle which causes Sukuna’s anger to now be directed at you. “Don’t know what you think you’re laughing at.”

You make a face at him as you meet his gaze, “imagine getting enraged over a math quiz, a glorified piece of paper,” you dig at him, noticing his fists clench on his desk. Then you turn around, not intent on letting this angsty man child get under your skin and not allowing him a chance to counter. Your friends laugh at your comment.

Everyone around you congratulates you on your perfect score. You notice Utahime leading the charge on roasting Gojo for his subpar performance. He responds that she could help him study anytime, to which she angrily throws a pencil at his head. Those two are hilarious.

You come to find out the school schedule here is much more chill than your traditional school. You do two one hour classes in the morning, then a break from 10-1. Then you have combat class from 1-3.

Shoko and Utahime lead you to the cafeteria for lunch, both chatting about combat class. “So what happens in combat class?” You ask.

“For us support students, you get paired up with a combat student for 2 hours every other day so that they can teach us simple combat. While we are just support, it’s good to know some skills just in case,” Shoko explains as she shovels rice into her mouth. “The pairings are already set, so I’m not sure what they will do with you. Maybe you can come with me and Toji. A few times a month, you go on missions with your partner. They are usually super simple though, so we can practice. Like grade 4 and lower curses.”

You are pretty excited for this part. Even though you had no interest in extreme combat, learning a few moves would make you feel more confident. You three finish your food and make your way towards the training grounds for your afternoon session.

The training grounds were a ways from the classroom buildings, you assume to prevent damage from rogue attacks. The grounds remind you of a sports field with a track around a grassy flat area. Everyone is gathered on the bleachers chatting, getting their tools and gear in place.

Principal Yaga looks to be supervising this. You approach him to see if he has any feedback for who you will be partnered with. “Come with me,” he says bluntly as he walks towards the bleachers. “Sukuna, get over here,” he barks up at him.

No. Please god no. Anyone but him.

“I’ll be pairing you with Sukuna as he’s the only one without a partner. I trust that you will figure out a way to work together. Sukuna is a very strong sorcerer, I have no doubt about his knowledge and skill. However, beware of his attitude and let me know if he becomes too much.”

Sukuna slowly saunters up to you both, a bored look in his eyes and his hands shoved into his pockets. “Sukuna, you will be partnered up with her,” Yaga states.

“Are you fucking serious!! I don’t want to have to deal with this underling of a support student. It’s not worth my time to train these losers,” he yells, having a full blown tantrum at this point.

Your stomach lurches as you hear this. You are mortified as people start to stare at the commotion. Sukunas eyes are brimming with rage as he glares at Yaga, his fists balled up as if he might attempt to pummel the man.

“You watch your tone with me,” Yaga steps forward, his face inches from Sukuna’s. You feel the heaviness of the air emanating from them as they stare into each other's eyes. Sukuna backs down first, storming away. What an insufferable human.

“Alright partner up,” Yaga yells to quiet the group’s murmurs. You see people start to pair off, most everyone being friendly with each other. You slowly walk toward Sukuna, almost terrified of what’s to come. He looks so angry.

“Um hey Sukuna,” you say as you cautiously approach him on the bleachers. He’s sitting down on the metal seat, his back and shoulders resting on the row above, legs spread with his feet on the ground. His eyes are closed but you aren’t sure what that actually means.

“What brat?” he snaps at you, crossing his arms, eyes now slits as he glares up at you.

“Um, so are we going to do some training orrrr…” you trail off, noticing he isn’t paying attention at all.

Grade A asshole behavior right here.

“Do you honestly think I want anything to do with training you? Your pathetic support role is not worth my time. Why would I train someone who won’t even contribute to jujutsu society in a meaningful way? You’ll probably just die.” His fingers are digging into the metal of the bleachers and his jaw is clenching as he grits his teeth in a scowl.

This guy. Unreal. You decide to try a different approach. “Why don’t we just fight then, no training, we just see what happens.” Probably not the best idea, but you are sick of his bad attitude and just want to get this over with.

Sukuna seems to perk up at that. No doubt it sounds appealing to beat up on you. You don’t know anything about fighting, but you would hope he wouldn’t just obliterate you on the spot, it’s just practice after all.

“I’m going to make you regret suggesting that,” he says in a gravelly voice as he jumps up, rolling his shoulders back a few times and cracking his neck. He tilts his head to the side towards an open area on the edge of the training grounds, letting you walk in front of him as he follows from behind. Being so close to him, you realize he is massive, both tall and muscular. You start to get nervous, he could really fuck you up. Around you, pairs of students are casually sparring, giving each other tips and moves to practice.

You turn around and face him. He’s leaning back a bit with his hands in his pockets, a menacing smirk appearing on his face as he rolls up his sleeves, revealing tattoos on his wrists and up his arms. You swear his nails turn into claws and his hair gets extra spiked, eyes reddening a bit. He looks a little scary now.

“I’m waiting brat,” he breaks the silence. You swallow nervously, sizing him up. This is a mistake, but no backing down now you guess. You gather up the courage to launch yourself at him, closing the gap, not really sure what you are going to do. You wind up, planning to land a punch on him. He dodges easily, hands back in his pockets. You pivot on your right foot, swinging a left hook at him that he easily dodges again.

“What a joke” he mutters. Suddenly he grabs your wrist with his claws, making you squeak in pain as he draws blood, pulling you close to him. He grabs your shirt collar by the other hand, hoisting you up so your gaze is even with his.

“Truly pathetic,” he growls, his hot breath on your face. Blood is running down your arm, the pain stinging now. You aim your knee at his stomach and push with all your might. His stomach feels like concrete as your knee collides with him, probably hurting you more than him.

Fuck. This is pitiful. Sukuna seems surprised that you would attempt such a move. An annoyed look creeps across his face, his eyes turning a deeper shade of red. He releases your wrist and delivers a crushing blow to your stomach as you swear you hear something crack. You practically vomit with how much spit leaves your mouth as he knocks the wind out of you, feeling yourself go airborne across the open area. Crashing to the ground, your arms are cut up by the stones and dirt. Fuck, you can barely move, it feels like your entire stomach has been turned inside out, the pain almost blinding.

He’s quickly back in front of you again. How did he even move that fast? He picks you up by the back of your shirt, a sadistic grin plastered on his face. “Tired already? You are truly weaker than I could have imagined.” You spit in his face in response, your eyes and face contorted in anger. Terrible idea, the look on his face looks more unhinged than you’ve ever seen someone. He grabs your neck with his claws, feeling them stab through your skin as he slams you on your back into the earth. Your entire body recoils with the impact, hardly able to breathe as your lungs are practically rendered unusable.

Sukuna leans down so his face is inches from yours, “what a worthless girl, you’d be better off if I just kill you right now.” He shoves you further into the earth one more time, stands up, and starts walking away, hands back in his pockets.

Even though your whole body could collapse, you are infuriated. How dare he? God you want to fuck him up so bad. You slowly pull yourself up, feeling cursed energy rampaging through your body. Almost on instinct and in the blink of an eye, you can sense the earth beneath you, energy finding the pores of the soil, then sensing his footsteps and the microscopic voids of his shoes. Your brain performs a calculation, the weight of him times acceleration due to gravity compared to the force pushing up from the earth. Suddenly you feel your energy harden and bond his feet to the earth. Your technique floods into the pores of his skin, locking his feet, then legs, and rest of his body from moving. Everything happens in seconds. You feel your energy pool in your legs as you launch yourself at him, punching him as hard as you can in the mouth.

You hear and feel your knuckles crack as they collide with his mouth, his lip exploding in blood as you connect with his mouth.

“Ouch!!” You cry out as you are sure you shattered the bones in your hand. Meanwhile he is shocked, but unable to move. His eyes widen in surprise, processing what happened in the mere seconds that have passed. You feel smug seeing the look on his face. Suddenly your stomach lurches and you throw up, falling to your knees at his feet. Why am I so light headed? You try to get your bearings as your vision goes blurry. You try to stand back up, but darkness overtakes you as Sukuna’s feet are the last thing you see.

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