#the way i interpret Sukuna speaking through Itadori like through the mouths is like

[dailykugisaki]

Day 136 | id in alt

Passionate about heian era vs passionate about shutting annoying people(Sukuna) up.

(Sukuna never shows up when Kugisaki exists nearby.)

[lizbotw]

impatient | itadori

you can’t decide if being left alone with him is a blessing or a curse half the time.

itadori yuuji x reader

word count: 2.2k

inspired by fushiguro being all pouty when he didn’t get to help itadori and kugisaki in that one episode :(

“This is so boring.”

“Yuuji, shut up.”

Shoe soles scrapping against the gravel, you didn’t even bother looking at him, although the burning gaze you already felt prickled the hairs on the back of your neck.

“You’re bored too.” It wasn’t a question.

“We’re supposed to wait for them out here.”

There was a flash of color in your peripheral and a side glance revealed that he was tapping the heel of his red sneakers on the ground—another thirty seconds of that and you’d probably end up threatening him to a life without legs (not that it’d work—Sukuna in all his stupid glory would just regenerate them for his precious vessel; speaking of which, if Sukuna decided to start complaining right now too, you were sure you would lose your mind).

Whistling wind was the only reply to your statement and, content your ears would be spared from the monologue of complaints Yuuji had been going through for who-knows-how-long-now, you crossed your arms and tilted your head back to lean against the brick wall. The stone was dusted with a rustic red—standard, yet somehow fitting for the scene around you. The building looming in front of you was dilapidated in appearance, but you admitted the sleepy residential neighborhood it was located in had some charm to it in a weary, tired sort of way. The splash of brightly colored flowers and houses on some corners really upped the appeal you had to say.

Caught up surveying the surrounding area in admiration, you were almost able to forget about the boy perched on top of the junction where the wall dipped in its height down to a low brick fence just short enough to climb on top of. Almost.

As soon as the sigh left him from beside you, your face reacted before your mind had even fully comprehended what it meant (what it meant was that there was no chance you’d get any peace and quiet around here at this rate), your features annoyed and frowning and everything in between as had become routine at this point. “Why can’t we go in?” he whined, nudging you with his knee. His gaze was expectant and weirdly innocent as he peered up at you, as though you were explaining to a child why they had to have patience. You supposed that comparison could be accurate most times when it came to Yuuji.

“Because Gojou said so.”

“He’s not even here!” That was true. He was off on some super secret mission, although the instructions he had given the group of you were specific—or... er, not too specific that you couldn’t take some... creative liberties in their interpretation, such as stopping for ice cream on the way there as per Kugisaki’s demand request—trusting the lot of you to take care of yourselves and follow them to a T. And by that, he of course meant Fushiguro keeping everyone in line.

There was another curse to take care of, yet Gojou had decided to have you two sit this one out and simply accompany Megumi and Nobara to the site—those two were to actually head inside and deal with the threat. In hindsight, it all made sense considering you, Yuuji, and Megumi had spent more time around each other prior to Nobara’s arrival at the school, no matter how minuscule the time difference was. Hell, you and Yuuji had both spent more time fighting alongside Nobara than Megumi had (they always seemed to keep getting separated from each other in some way or another during the early missions, a laughable observation now that you thought about it). Naturally, letting those two duke it out and come to a somewhat agreeable partnership was the best course of action, and what better way to do that than force them into an abandoned building together?

But even in spite of all that clear-minded reasoning, you couldn’t lie that you weren’t more than a little peeved that you weren’t getting in on any of the action. You scoffed. Team bonding, but at what cost? At the cost of your sanity, that’s what.

You rubbed your temples, squeezing your eyes shut. You no longer wanted to see. “Yuuji, we’re supposed to keep watch,” you huffed out, exasperated. Although truth be told, the title of “guards” just seemed like some fancy namesake Gojou had given you two in order to placate you and make you feel like you were actually doing something. Needless to say, it was not working.

The low section of the wall he sat upon was one half of the area that flanked the archway of the path that led up to the building, and Yuuji, stupid and silly and cute, peeked his head just around the corner to look out of the entrance at the (empty) street and then turned back to you with a shrug. “Nothing there. Job done.” Playfully adorable as he was, you cracked a smile at that, shaking your head.

“Guess you’re right—job done,” you conceded.

He beamed and then hopped off of the ledge, pacing now. You wanted to stretch your legs too and go exploring around the area, but you were trying to be the voice of reason here, knowing that if you gave up that control you were a goner for sure. It was painfully easy to get swept up in his antics.

You barely even registered him setting off on another tangent about how he wanted to go inside too, more so focused on his hands as he switched from swinging them at his side to putting them up in a mock thinking expression for his head to rest upon as he kept walking back and forth in front of you—you were wondering if (and if so, when was the perfect moment) you could reach out and grab ahold of his hand to still the restless energy... and also partially because you just wanted to.

“They’ve been in there a long time, haven’t they?” Yuuji mused, your mind actually picking up on the question now that it was directed at you and not at some vague imaginary spot in the distance. He was right. You noted the glow of the red of the bricks making up the wall as they shone brilliantly warm under the softer evening light, the silent ticking of time among the clouds your only indication of the day passing. The sky was in between the bright shades of blue of the sunny afternoon and the orange hues that were gradually creeping in and mixing with them.

“They have,” you confirmed. You wondered if you would be here until nightfall with how long it was taking them. You crossed your arms again and drummed your fingers against them. Come on already, I have things to do.

After a staring contest with one of the many dust-covered windows of the building as though you were mentally willing the two inside to come out, your narrowed gaze swung over to Yuuji to see what he was up to and promptly widened. You hadn’t noticed that he had stopped his pacing and was looking at you now, closer than you remembering him being moments before.

“And... we’ve been alone this entire time, haven’t we?” Another step forward, casual yet making you suspicious all the same.

“...yes,” you replied, wary of the grin he had—you would’ve thought it was Sukuna if not for the crinkle of his eyes into a smile that matched the one on his lips (oh yeah, that was Yuuji alright).

His steps were so easy, carefree, as though he were sauntering up to talk to you any other time, but you knew him and you knew when he was planning something. Sure, there were times you were downright confused by just about everything he did, but then there were others where his thoughts were just plain obvious.

“And what have we been doing?” In one swift movement he had trapped you against the wall—another step and your back would hit the surface—piercing look pinning you in place. It was a sudden development but you also had the notion that you should have seen this coming from a mile away. He didn’t even need to put an arm out to prevent you from side-stepping out of the spot, his mere presence enough (although you very much wanted to wipe that sweet smile off of his face).

Your mind scrambled for words, you glancing off to the side briefly—you could not maintain eye contact with him like this. “Talking?”

His eyes lit up and you had the feeling you’d just fallen right into his trap. The hand that came up to cup your face confirmed your suspicions. “Yeah, and that’s boring, isn’t it?”

You swallowed, trying to still your breathing. “It is...”

Yuuji tilted his face forward to lean his forehead against yours, skin warm. Both of you were silent aside from the quiet hitches of breath, scrutinizing one another. When you felt his thumb press against the full part of your bottom lip in interest, you just about lost it. His voice was smooth and low when he spoke, “I was going to wait until later but...” You felt him breath in.

Later was usually when anything happened, you two not yet entirely bold or confident enough when it came to most displays of affection in public—or at least in front of the others that was. Their teasing was enough to have your face burning in shame for days, even if you had to admit it was funny at times. You barely even held hands in front of them. Then again... following Yuuji’s train of thought... you had been out here alone for so long already... maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just...—you weren’t lost to contemplation for long though as he brought you back to reality.

A mere brush of his lips against yours stopped you from replying, your eyes falling closed, heart hammering. Your hand found a weak grip on the front of his shirt as you waited expectantly for the warm flush of his mouth.

“What are you two doing?”

You jolted at the familiar voice, heart hammering for an entirely different reason now, and pulled away from Yuuji’s face, although his grip on your head didn’t let you get far, the press of his ring finger and pinky into the back of your neck dizzying. Fushiguro and Kugisaki stood a few feet away, looking a little worse for wear with minor scrapes and bruises littered on their exposed skin, but thankfully all in one piece.

Eyes darting to them, mind reeling as you realized the compromising position you had been caught in, you thought up an excuse on the spot.

“Standing guard.”

“About to kiss.”

You and Yuuji both spoke at once. You slowly looked at each other, blinking.

A second passed and then— “Why are you lying?” he asked, genuinely confused.

You slapped a hand across his chest in horror at him blatantly blowing your cover like that. “Yuuji!” You were mortified (but also... he was still so close... it was almost easy to forget that the other two were still there).

“I...” Fushiguro looked like he was about to say something but thought better of it and shook his head. “I don’t want details. Let’s just go.”

A sigh of relief left you, but then Yuuji gave a chipper, “Okay!” and when he still didn’t release his hold, you had a vague feeling in your gut that something was wrong—

He leaned forward to close the gap at last and press his lips against yours, swallowing up your breath in the process—then he pulled away like it was nothing, off to go bother Fushiguro about the details of the curse.

You stood there, dumbfounded.

A gasp. “Gross!” Kugisaki shrieked, sounding like she wanted a break from everything that had occurred in the past five hours. She was sticking her tongue out, nose scrunched up and eyes screwed shut. “I cannot see anything cute after dealing with that thing inside.” A nose of discontentment, “Bleh.” But then she seemed to have a moment of clarity, clapping both hands on the side of her face and giving you a look that might as well have been an overexaggerated wink paired with her shouting every cliche couple trope from the rooftops. “But also... romantic.” Please someone save you.

Fushiguro was looking a little pale himself, caught off guard by the display of affection, staring at you, but then catching himself and looking away. He looked embarrassed and he didn’t even have anything to do with it.

Carefully, robotically, you brought a finger up to brush against your lips, still warm where Yuuji’s had molded between them, and subsequently noticed the teasing look he was giving you in the distance. It was a little too smug for your liking.

You stalked up to him and jabbed a finger into his chest, staring him down. “Yuuji, I swear-”

Kugisaki shoved the two of you towards the exit before you could get into a fist fight over a single surprise kiss, tsking while Fushiguro followed behind in her wake (you wondered if he would recover from... that any time soon—poor boy). “Okay, move it along, lovebirds. I want to go take a shower.”

[gojosatoruwifey]

Summary: Yugen, a Third Year student from Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. After a year, the three Third Years, including her, finally went home to Japan and while the two are either resting and catching up with their parents. Yugen chose to stay in the College for a while to accompany Shoko Ieri and study under her. So, what's the other reason she came back?

Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Gojo Satoru, Shoko Ieri, Geto Suguru, Masamichi Yaga ,Zenin Maki, Panda, Inumaki Toge, Okkotsu Yuuta, Yugen Akihisa, Ishida Den, Mizuki Shina, Hakari ,Zenin Mai, Todo Aoi, Utahime Iori

Genre: Supernatural,Fantasy, Slice of Life, Crack, Fluff, Action

Warnings: Curse, Swearing, Grammar Errors

The morning sun in Tokyo is scorching and much fiery when walking with the busy streets of the city and the crowds filling up the roads on their way to their business as well as the vehicles' beeping noise, and the drivers waiting for the green light to appear on the stoplight on the sidewalks where people passed through the pedestrian lanes. Not too long after, the color changed and the wheels continued to spin on the cement.  

However, the heat didn't much affect the Japanese traditional buildings on the side of the city where the well-known Sorcerer resides and is known to be the pillar of Jujutsu for many generations.

Inside the classroom built the same as the mentioned building, four individuals are discussing what are they going to do for their lessons. The breeze accompanied by the sun made the room pleasant and the cool scent of the trees and earth made it more ethereal.

“Sensei! Are we going to exorcise Curses today?” The pink-haired one asked, his right hand raising to catch the white-haired Sorcerer's attention. The said teacher with a blindfold covering half of his face grinned upon hearing his question. Seeing this expression, the trio of the First Years of Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College interpreted this as exorcising Curses again on the fifth day of the first week.

His answer made them surprised.

“Nope!” Gojo crossed his arms against his chest as he leaned on the desk of the teacher’s table. Despite having the dark fabric on his eyes, Gojo can see them perfectly and he can tell that his students are getting impatient and itching to know what they are going to do. The wind outside of their classroom entered and it swayed their hair on the side as Gojo blinked underneath his blindfold.

“Checkups happen every fifth day of the month and our school doctor, Shoko Ieri, is currently not here.” Gojo paused before continuing, “Instead, one of the Third Years is gonna check on you three.”

“I thought the Third Years were suspended?” The dark-haired boy beside the pink one furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at Gojo’s announcement.

“Heh, ask questions to the Third Year herself.”

‘He’s not even bothering to explain’ … the three students thought.

“She just got back from her mission with her teammates. So ask her as much as you want.” Gojo walked in front of them as he led them to the Clinic’s Office not far away from the classroom they were staying earlier.

“And oh, I forgot to add. She finishes her mission from…”

“From...?” Itadori and Kugisaki trailed as they stared at Gojo grinning from ear to ear.

“...South Korea!” Gojo exclaimed.

‘South… Korea!?’  The two are trying to process the bomb that their Sensei said then as if the place warped into the bustling city of Seoul, the capital of South Korea. Kugisaki imagined herself on her fashion clothes trying the famous cosmetics product that the mentioned country can offer, the beautiful shades of lipsticks and foundations as well as the Han River and the Seoul Tower she often sees from the K-dramas she watched back from the days. Meanwhile, Itadori was busy in his dreamland with his favorite idols he listens to on his playlist.

“Who’s the Third Year, Sensei? Since it’s a girl, it’s not Hakari-senpai?” Fushiguro, the one who had met the seniors of the school, asked. Remembering the Third Year Male student, Hakari. Gojo craned his neck to glance at Fushiguro.

“The eldest of the Three Espada.” Those words are enough to make Fushiguro halt from walking as his eyes widened in astonishment. He tried to open his mouth to ask but he remained speechless.

“Fushiguro?” Itadori called out to him. Kugisaki also stopped in her tracks to look at the dark-haired student, confused by his sudden behavior.

‘That woman?!’  an image of a black-uniformed girl appeared on his mind. Fushiguro marched his way to the wooden sliding door a few steps away from them and glided it open loudly. His companions watched him storm to the office.

“Have he met her?” Gojo placed his palm to his nape. Kugisaki and Itadori threw him puzzled looks.

“Yugen-senpai!” He yelled as soon as his light green eyes landed on the familiar small figure trying to place a plastic jar on her hand to the third row of the high shelf. His shouting startled the poor girl when the plastic fell from her grasp.

“Eh?” Yugen gaped at Fushiguro.

“Your deduction before you left is right. Thank you for warning me.” Fushiguro bowed at her, still standing in the doorway. Gojo, Itadori, and Kugisaki caught up to him, standing behind the bowing Fushiguro.

“No problem, Megumi.” the mahogany haired girl smiled at him. “Gojo-sensei will try to steal the cupcakes I baked that day, right? It’s a good thing, you immediately hid them or he will eat it.”

“Ack! So you did hide them from me, Megumi!” Gojo looked at Fushiguro in betrayal.

“And you planned to eat the cupcakes without him knowing,” Yugen added as she picked up the jar on the wooden floor. “The plan worked and we exposed Gojo-sensei. When Den and Shina are here, I’ll collect the money they bet.”

“Yu-chan, you sneaky midget.”

“Revenge for forcing me to eat that huge parfait that you had last year!”

“I thought I could buy it for one person only!”

“That was the problem, Sensei. That dessert was meant to be for couples and it was Valentine’s Day!”

“You lived near the area. That’s why I called you.”

“ I have to take the subway and do you know how many medicines I swallowed? It was 3!”

“I paid for your medical expenses!”

“It was not enough to let me forget the pain.” Yugen glared at Gojo who shifted his head away in guilt.

“How come the topic switched from cupcakes to money?” Fushiguro deadpanned.

Kugisaki nudged him. “Is she the one that will check on us? Who is she, by the way?”

“Yugen-senpai... is the eldest out of the Three Espadas. The main reason they were grouped is that they are experts to track intelligent Curses like the Curse you and Itadori fought the other day. Intelligent Curses are annoying. Even though some of them are low Grades, they are still capable of affecting the humans near them.”

“She and Gojo-sensei had a pretty close relationship. She hangs out with him more than the other two Senpais and that’s because her Curse Technique keeps developing and the Principal ordered him to observe her Curse Technique when she is alone on her missions.” Fushiguro added.

“If the two Senpai are with her?” This time, Itadori asked.

“Then they can control her actions.”

“What? Will she go on a rampage if she uses her Curse Technique?” Itadori remembered a manga character that loses his control during his fight with the antagonist on the shounen manga he read during day-offs.

“I can control myself just fine.”

A pair of gloved hands patted Itadori and Kugisaki’s backs as Yugen stood between the two.

“The reason Gojo-sensei observed me is that my Curse Technique is an unknown factor and even I, the User, doesn’t know that much about it.” Yugen gently led the two First Years to the stadiometer beside the bookshelves. “Enough about me! Shall we start measuring your heights?”

“Yugen-senpai, Gojo-sensei said that you just got back from your mission on South Korea.” Itadori watched Yugen jot down something about Fushiguro’s heart exam on a piece of paper on the desk. Their check-up didn't take long as the Third Year only wrote their vital signs, general appearance, and lastly, the heart exam where Yugen has to listen to their heartbeats and write to the paper. “What exactly did you do?”

“Ah.” Yugen blinked. “There were some Special Grade Curses on a killing spree and two of them,” she formed her fingers into the letter ‘V’, “...are in South Korea.”

“Did you exorcise it properly?” Gojo asked, moving to sit on the swivel chair which the school doctor, Shoko Ieri, is originally the one occupying the seat. He raised his other leg to rest on his left thigh as Gojo leaned back on the chair.

“Of course.”

"You think I'll let those monsters go?" the mahogany haired girl sighed in defeat. "Speaking of Curses, why did you ask me about being the Vessel that can locate Curses?"

"Oh! I forgot to tell you?"

Gojo only received a silent stare from Yugen.

"Itadori Yuuji-kun here," The white-haired sorcerer stood up from his seat and placed his hands on the said boy's shoulders. "..ate Sukuna and now, he is the Vessel."

The Third Year hummed in understanding.

"Eh... you must have a superhuman strength to control the King of Curses..."

"You won't believe it, Senpai." Kugisaki scoffed. "The other day, this idiot right here punched a cemented wall like it's nothing!"

Yugen let out a huff in amusement as she smirked. "Did he sustains any injury?"

"Hmmm..." Kugisaki's memory on the first day that she and Itadori fought together flashed on her mind. "...I think he didn't have any."

"Woah! Nice." Yugen turned to Itadori's direction which the said boy is sitting on the vacant bed meant for patients. The pink-haired First-year met her eyes, feeling her gaze boring right into his soul.

"Hey, Yu-chan," Gojo called. "You should be resting, right? Like Shina and Den."

Yugen scrunched her nose. "As soon as I'm done learning Medicine from Shoko-Sensei, the better."

"I'm not talking about that."

"Hm? What are you talking about then?"

"Instead of using the day off to catch up with your family, you directly went here." Gojo's voice lowered into a serious tone that made the First Year turn to him with surprise written on their faces.

Yugen tilted her head to the white-haired Sorcerer's words.

"Why..did you come here?" He asked.

There was a moment of silence as the atmosphere plummeted due to Gojo's sudden serious tone and the certain Third Year remain looking at him in innocence.

'Yugen-senpai didn't even flinch...' Fushiguro thought, light green eyes observing the deafening and silent tension between Gojo and Yugen.

'W-What's happening?'  Kugisaki shifting her eyes from side to side where the questioned female is standing.

'Are they gonna fight?'  Itadori anticipated.

As if reading his mind, Fushiguro and Kugisaki whipped their heads to him with an intense glare making Itadori feigned ignorance to them.

"I ran away."

Yugen broke the silence.

"Huh?"

"I said I run away from home." Yugen narrowed her eyes to Gojo. "Is that a problem?"

Gojo can't believe that the student he raised half of her life as a Jujutsu Sorcerer and the goody-good shoes little girl image she always shows uttered those words.

'Is she finally on her rebellious phase?!'

"Don't get the wrong idea." Gojo snapped out of his trance as Yugen gazed at him, straight into his concealed eyes. The Third Year dropping the pen on her gloved hand to the table.

"My Godmothers are staying in my family house for weeks and I can't handle their energies." She said in a firm voice. "They are grandmas but they are extremely lively that I can't help go far away from them!"

"Is that it?" Gojo asked. Even though he knows Yugen had a loving family, there was still something fishy when she arrived in Japan.

Yugen only hummed as she turns towards the First Years with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay, Senpai..." Megumi answered.

"How about we grab some lunch?" A certain two perked up from her invitation. "I want to have a bonding time with my Kouhai, is that okay?"

"More than okay, Senpai!" Itadori and Kugisaki leaned into her with childish glee on their eyes. The Third Year seemed satisfied with their acceptance as her lips quirked up again. On the side, Fushiguro is watching the scene before unfold with his usual face yet didn't reject the request.

"Are you going with us, Sensei?" Itadori questioned, quietly waiting for Gojo to go with the students. The white-haired Sorcerer grinned.

"I was planning to drop you three-" the First Years felt a vein popped on their temple. "-to Yugen." then they sighed in relief.

Gojo chuckled. "Then, I will go now. I still have a business to take care of. Bye~!"

With that, he disappeared in a flash with no traces left behind where he was standing. Yugen glance at the trio from the corner of her eyes, "Let's go."

"Is it okay not to do missions today?" Itadori steps back when two children suddenly passed to him. Kugisaki on his left with Fushiguro on her side while the tiny one, Yugen, walked in front.

Kugisaki made a noise of complaint. "Oh, leave it. Sensei has been dumping his missions to us these past few days, this is an opportunity to rest!"

Fushiguro, without looking at Itadori's worried eyes, said. "It's a good thing he didn't give us a mission before he left."  It's still unsettling, though.

"Ahem!" Yugen cleared her throat, one arm crossed against her chest, and the free hand-formed into a fist like she's holding a mic. This immediately made the First Year shift their attention to her.

"We're here."

Three set pair of eyes gawked at the sight of the place they never thought they will be. It was like everything was a scene out of a romantic as the people around them faded and they can't hear anything but the hunger taking its claim to their stomach.

It's a BBQ Restaurant.

A grumble escaped on a stomach as Kugisaki embarrassedly clutched her stomach. "I-I never thought I will be hungry this much...!"

"You're not the only one.." Itadori wiped the drool on the corner of his mouth.

Fushiguro is still ogling at the restaurant's nameplate.

Yugen let out an amused, loud laugh. "It's my treat that's why I brought you guys here."

"Senpai!!" the two rejoiced. Once again, Yugen cackled as she slid the door opened. A staff approached them and offered a seat suitable for four. The smoky, alluring scent of meat grilling on the fire with sauce in the eating house made them sigh. Taking their seat, the staff escorting them set up the charcoal as another one come over to them to hand the menu.

"Waah! I can't choose!" Itadori read the choice of meats displayed. "They look so good!"

"Yugen-Senpai, are you okay spending your money on this?" Fushiguro furrowed his eyebrows.

"It's fine, it's fine." Yugen insisted. "Megumi, you should pick whatever you want. I don't mind wasting my money on delicious foods! So, choose anything you want 'cause it's on me!"

"Thank you for coming!"

Yugen smiled as she waved at the staff, the trio saying thank you to the staff, following her after. Walking ahead again, Yugen quietly observed the city she didn't see for half a year since she got the mission. I was lucky to know that the restaurant is still there.

"You mean Yugen-senpai is like a teacher's friend?" She hears Itadori muttered. The two hissed at him at his choice of words, afraid that the Third Year will misunderstand.

"Itadori, you idiot!" Kugisaki covered his mouth to prevent Itadori from speaking.

"Being friends with a teacher is quite intimidating." Yugen blurted. "Hmm...I am more like..an errand girl to them."

"Anyways, why am I in your conversation?"

"We were talking about how Yugen-senpai go to errands for the teachers." Fushiguro is the first to explain. Stuffing his hands in his pocket, his eyes locked with Yugen's eyes looking at him. "Itadori thought you are friends with the teachers."

"Senpai, I'm sorry." Itadori apologized as he clasps his hand together.

"At first, people will also think about it like that," Yugen said, turning her head to Itadori's direction as she grinned. "Should I teach you how to observe like a detective?"

"Woahh!!" stars were surrounding Itadori. "Is that what you do when you work?"

"Of course. It's important to become aware of everything near you to know if Curses were lurking around or when fighting against a Curse, note the Curse's weakness and its ability to counter it." Yugen continued. "Megumi has a sharp sense with that skill."

"I never saw Fushiguro writing a plan," Kugisaki stated. Imagining Fushiguro jot down during mission or assignment like what coaches do in a match.

"No, not like that," Yugen says as she had a hunch about what Kugisaki is thinking. "Being calculative and logical in the situation."

"Oh! like the fight, we first met!" Itadori remembering how Fushiguro acted. "He was quick to rescue."

"That's because the Cursed Object, Sukuna's finger, is there. " Fushiguro grunted. "I can't let a Special Grade like that leave it alone."

"See? Megumi is fit to be like the tactician, just like Den." Yugen mused. "By the way, Den is one of my friends. She asks the Auxiliary Managers what kind of Curse we are going to exorcise or if there are any casualties."

"I thought the tactician is Shina-senpai?" Fushiguro murmured as they turn to a street.

"Shina is the support at the same, the tactician. Usually, we divide the work into combat, the brain, and lastly the healer. The brain is us though Shina is the assigned one. Combat is for Den while I am the healer." Yugen explained. "Since you know, I work under Shoko-Sensei. Not to mention, I am also the backup. If Den can't handle it then that's where I will enter."

"Why Three Espada?" Itadori questioned.

"It was the Principal named that. I still don't know why he gave us that name." Yugen shrugged. At last, the route they are taking is empty with no one around but them. The familiar rustling of the leaves above them protected them from the sunray as the wind blew softly. There is still another one they have to saunter, the last route is where the Jujutsu Tech is located.

"Maybe he thought that you are like Knights?" Kugisaki pondered.

"That's a good rea-"

Thorns darted from the middle of the trees as it keeps shooting with no intention of stopping. Thankfully, the four are quick enough to their feet to evade the attacks coming on their way as the thorns relinquished.

On their fighting stances, Fushiguro formed his hands to the preparation for summoning his Divine Dogs while Kugisaki had her weapons in her hands, Nails between her closed fingers with the other holding the Hammer. On the other side, Itadori and Yugen raised their fists in their faces as they are the ones are unarmed.

"Looks like we have to digest the meat..." Yugen joked, glaring at the disfigured Curse advancing towards them. Coming out from its hideout, the Curse has a huge petal-like curve on its head, the body oozing goo.

'Is it a Grade 3 Curse?' Indigo eyes trailing on the Curse.

"Emerge from the darkness, blacker than the darkness. Purify that which is impure."  she chanted.

Another two similar to the Curse approach them to their side which made them cornered. Kugisaki's nails dig on her skin, Fushiguro raising his guard as Itadori tightened his fist.

"Counter!"

At the Third Year's command, they charge to the Curses as Kugisaki's Nails floated in front of her with her Cursed Energy flowing; pounding the Nails using her Hammer, it aimed to the Curse's head and blow up into slimy pieces.

Closing her eyes with a pleasing smile. 'Flawless.'

Meanwhile, Fushiguro let the White Divine Dog lunge on the Curse from jumping above as the Black Divine Dog distracted it from the bottom which made the Curse focused on the Black one; not noticing the two jumping figures above it, Fushiguro elbowed the Curse's petal as the White one began to pluck its eyeballs.

'The rest of its body is liquid, it's best to mess it to the solid part...which is the petal.' The Divine Dogs chew the rest of the Curse's remain.

Launching a heavy blow on a Curse's body from each side, Itadori pummeled the Curse's head with a punch as Yugen strike on its left. The impact vibrates throughout the whole body; just like what happened to Kugisaki and Fushiguro's Curse, it also blew up.

"Did it died?" Itadori murmured. 'Yugen-Senpai's moves are graceful. Is she good in martial arts?'

"Guess not," Yugen replied, catching the slimy pieces trembling and gathering to one spot.

"I thought we exorcised it?" Kugisaki asked.

"Hmm..." Yugen keenly eyeing the Curse transforming into a large body, even bigger than before as the slimes rapidly circling the Curse.

"The Curse needs to be cut into small pieces." She concludes as the First Years listened to her. "I don't care what kind of method it is; dice, cube, or mince. Just make sure it's small so that it's recovery time will be lowered."

"Now, let's exorcise it."

Cursed Energy from Kugisaki continued to flow into the Nails as she draws out more nails from her light colored belt and aiming it at the Transformed Curse on the shoulder's blade; Fushiguro used the Curse' immobility for the Divine Dogs to pounce on the Curse's torso and limbs as Fushiguro leap to the Curse with a fast speed, his fist slamming to the head which Yugen and Itadori landed both kicks and jabs on the Curse's limbs and torso as they resume to slice the Curse into a lump.

Yugen swiftly grabs highway rails on the side, tossing it to Itadori who didn't expect the weapon. Nonetheless, they use the rails to slash it to the Curse; as Fushiguro pulls off one of the huge petals to Kugisaki.

Linking the Curse's petal part on the ground, Kugisaki hammered the Nails into the straw doll on top of the petal, shouting;  "Straw Doll Technique: Resonance!"

To wrap it all up, the Curse didn't explode but burned.

"Yey!" Itadori and Yugen high-fived each other as the Third Year also do it with Fushiguro and Kugisaki.

Kugisaki sighed in relief. "It was a good thing I didn't leave my belt."

"Alright, good work, everyone!" Yugen clapped, letting go of the highway-rail.

"Senpai, where did you get that?" Fushiguro seeing the highway-rail that he didn't notice she is holding,

"There." Not too far away from them, the highway-rail that is supposed to protect the passing vehicles is missing. "Don't worry, I know someone that can repair that,"

"For now..." Yugen paused. "..to Jujutsu Tech!"

a/n: This may be sudden but I will be no longer posting Apple of the Eye in my main account and instead, post this here.

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