#what if: Yuji was simply Sukuna’s reincarnation

[runabout-river]

"To be precise, it’s not Itadori’s dad, but his grandfather who shares the same soul."

"Do we look similar?"

Omg, what does this even mean??? Sukuna mistakenly thought it was Jin when his twin's soul was reincarnated in Wasuke the whole time?

The themes! Yuji's relationship with his grandfather! With Sukuna! It fits way better now because Jin simply isn't a rounded character with whom Yuji had any relationship with, but he did have a significant one with his grandpa.

Also, would Kenjaku have fucked Wasuke if Jin hadn't been around???

[ghxst-bird]

Prompt:

Swallowing “Sukuna’s” finger is a great way of omitting the fact that— well, strictly speaking… there is no Sukuna. There’s only Yuji. And, sure, he’s still getting the hang of this whole reincarnation thing, and he’s definitely happy he’s getting his powers back, but… dang it, his reincarnation his making him all soft and mushy inside! And at the rate those sorcerers are going, they’ll all be dead within the next two years if he doesn’t do something about it!

Now he’s just gotta figure out how to make everyone believe he is not, in fact, the King of Curses, and simply his unfortunate and totally gullible vessel…

[mononijikayu]

if the world was ending, i’d wanna be next to you — itadori yuji and ryomen sukuna.

“You’re scared, little one.” Sukuna observes, voice low and taunting. “Quite a face I’ve never seen in a long time.” Your heart pounds, every instinct screaming at you to run, to get away from him. But something roots you in place, the inexplicable connection between the face you loved and the one you now feared, pulling you in two directions at once. “How low you’ve come, little one.” he continues, his voice dripping with amusement. “Really? A green boy like him?” He leans in closer, his presence suffocating. “An insult to your standards, little one.”

GENRE: alternate universe - canon convergence;

WARNING/S: spoilers for jjk chapter 271, not safe for work, angst, fluff, one sided romance, eventual romance, conflicted feelings, hurt/comfort, reincarnation, happy ending, hurt, physical touch, character death, mourning, loneliness, pain, grief, afterlife, internal conflict, future, letting go, depiction of moving forward, depiction of one-sided relationship, depiction of rebirth, depiction of internal conflict, depiction of complicated relationship, depiction of character death, depiction of canon related violence, depiction of loneliness, mention of grief, mention of illness, mention of loneliness, depiction of happy end, true form! sukuna, itadori yuji, reincarnated concubine! reader;

WORD COUNT: 11k words

NOTE: this was highly requested, that concubine reader from the other woman has some closure and freedom and happiness in her next life. well, this is it. i feel like after having read chapter 271 completely, i feel like this was also a good sort of closure on sukuna's character. as ive said, i wasn't satisfied much, but i decided to write a path of my own here. and i hope you like it!!! i love you all <3

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THE PAST WAS SOMETHING THAT INTRIGUED YOU. You used to wonder if you had a life before this one. The thought lingered like a shadow on quiet nights, gnawing at the edges of your consciousness. You were always curious: Was it a good life? Did you laugh often? Were you loved? And in the end, did you grow old surrounded by warmth, or did your story close abruptly, lost to the currents of time? These questions, though unspoken, echoed through your mind like the turning pages of an unfinished book.

Yet, it’s in moments like this—simple, undemanding, and unexpectedly tender—that those questions fall away. You realize that the answer doesn’t matter as much as you once thought. You and Itadori Yuji, sitting side by side, the air filled with the sound of his laughter, his energy contagious and effortless. It's not always what you do together, but how he has a way of making everything feel lighter, even when life is at its heaviest.

In these instances, where time seems to slow down and the weight of the past dissolves, you’re reminded that perhaps the life before—if it existed at all—was not as important as the one unfolding now. This is where the heart finds its peace. Being with Yuji, you feel that indescribable warmth. It’s the warmth of being cared for, the joy of connection, the quiet happiness of simply being. Moments like this feel like the reward of a life well-lived, even if the past is a mystery.

Maybe in another life, you were loved. Maybe you weren’t. But in this one, as you sit here with Yuji, you feel blessed in a way that transcends time, as if this companionship, this simplicity, is enough to fill whatever came before.

You glance over at Yuji, who’s still laughing, the corners of his eyes crinkled in that way that makes him look so carefree, so utterly at peace. It’s moments like this that make you forget about the world outside.

“You know, Yuji,” you say, leaning back a bit, “sometimes I wonder if I had a life before all of this. Like, did I have a good life? Was I happy? Did I do anything important?” Your voice trails off, unsure if you’re even making sense. It’s one of those thoughts that sounds bigger in your head, harder to explain aloud.

Yuji pauses, the smile still lingering on his lips but his eyes now softening as he looks at you. “I dunno about a past life,” he says, shrugging in that easy, nonchalant way of his, “but I think it doesn’t really matter, right? I mean, what’s important is now, right here. And… if you’re happy now, then that’s enough, isn’t it?”

You look at him, surprised by the simplicity of his words. Yuji always has a way of cutting through complicated feelings with such earnestness, and it hits you every time.

“Yeah, but what if I didn’t get that? What if I didn’t get the chance to be happy then?” you say, not sure why you're pushing the point. Maybe you want to hear more of his optimism, that unwavering belief in the present.

Yuji thinks for a second, rubbing the back of his neck. “Then… maybe that’s why you’re here now. To have those moments. To feel that happiness.” He grins suddenly, almost sheepish. “And hey, if that’s true, then I guess it’s my job to make sure you’re having a good time in this life.”

You smile, something warm settling in your chest. "You think so? That’s your job now?"

“Yep!” Yuji says with a bright nod. “And honestly? I think I’m doing pretty good at it, don’t you?” He nudges you playfully, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah,” you admit, feeling lighter. “Yeah, you’re doing a pretty good job.”

Yuji leans back, satisfied. “See? No need to worry about the past. We’re making good memories right now. And who knows, maybe in the next life, we’ll be laughing about this one.”

You chuckle at the thought, realizing he’s right in a way. The present, with all its little joys, is more than enough. And with Yuji by your side, it feels like it always will be.

Itadori Yuji was your opposite—he was vibrant, bursting with energy, like the sun at its highest peak. Where you were quiet, thoughtful, perhaps a little reserved, Yuji was a whirlwind of light, so bright it was impossible not to be pulled into his orbit. He was the type of person who loved easily, fiercely, without hesitation. In the short time you had known him, it felt like he had illuminated parts of you that you didn’t even realize had been in shadow.

Six months. That’s how long he had been in your life, and in that brief window, Yuji became your biggest friend. He was the kind of friend who made you forget your worries, who could turn a mundane moment into something extraordinary just by being there. 

You weren’t sure when it happened, but somewhere along the way, your feelings for him deepened into something more. You didn’t just care for him, you were falling for him. His smile, his laugh, the way he’d look at you with such unguarded sincerity—it all crept into your heart before you had a chance to stop it.

But then, as suddenly as he had entered your life, he was gone.

You mourned him in the rawest sense, the grief hitting you like a wave, unrelenting and suffocating. You had barely begun to process what he meant to you, and now you were left with nothing but memories. Memories that once brought joy now twisted into something painful, aching. The world felt dimmer without him, like someone had extinguished the light you had grown so accustomed to.

You grieved the moments you never had, the confessions that were never spoken. You grieved the time you lost and the love you never got to fully express. And in the quiet, lonely nights, you found yourself missing even the smallest things—his goofy grin, the way he’d always try to cheer you up, the warmth he carried with him wherever he went.

Itadori Yuji had changed your world in just six months, and now, with him gone, you didn’t know how to go back to how things were before him. Maybe you never would.

And now, you stand face to face with someone else. Someone you didn’t know—someone that terrified you. Ryomen Sukuna. The King of Curses, wearing Yuji’s face but twisted into something cold and malevolent. His presence was overwhelming, a suffocating aura that made your skin crawl, your heart race in dread. The Yuji you had known, the boy you had fallen for, was nowhere to be found in the dark, calculating red eyes that now gazed at you.

But as you meet Sukuna’s gaze, there’s something strange—something unsettling in its familiarity. Amidst the malice, the sadistic smirk, and the chilling sense of power, there’s a flicker of something that shouldn’t be there. Something… almost tender. A subtle glint of fondness that feels utterly out of place in someone like him.

Your breath catches in your throat. It doesn’t make sense. Sukuna should have no reason to look at you this way, no reason to show anything other than contempt or amusement. And yet, there it is—just beneath the surface, a strange warmth, a recognition.

He steps closer, and you instinctively take a step back, fear surging through you like ice in your veins. This wasn’t Yuji. This wasn’t the boy who made you feel safe, who filled your days with laughter and light. This was a monster. A curse. But the way Sukuna’s eyes linger on you, the way his lips curve in a slow, deliberate smirk—there’s something disturbingly familiar in it. A haunting echo of the person you lost.

“You’re scared, little one.” Sukuna observes, voice low and taunting. “Quite a face I’ve never seen in a long time.”

Your heart pounds, every instinct screaming at you to run, to get away from him. But something roots you in place, the inexplicable connection between the face you loved and the one you now feared, pulling you in two directions at once.

“How low you’ve come, little one.” he continues, his voice dripping with amusement. “Really? A green boy like him?” He leans in closer, his presence suffocating. “An insult to your standards, little one.”

You swallow, throat dry, unable to tear your eyes away from his. “You’re not Yuji.” you whisper, the words feeling like a betrayal, even though you know they’re true.

“No.” Sukuna agrees, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. “I’m not. I’d rather not be. But…” His eyes narrow, that strange fondness flashing again, almost as if he’s toying with something deeper. “It’s far better that it is I in front of you.”

Your chest tightens at his words, the weight of them sinking in. It’s impossible, and yet… something in Sukuna’s gaze—something about the way he looks at you—makes you feel like, in some twisted way, you’re still staring into the remnants of Yuji. Or perhaps the remnants of what could have been.

“Stay back!”

“How cruel, little one. When I was your life.” Sukuna says, almost thoughtfully. “You grieved for him. A brat. And yet, here I am, standing right in front of you. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

His words feel like a cruel mockery, slicing through your defenses with the precision of a knife. Yet, amid the taunts and the darkness that envelops him, there’s an undercurrent of truth that stings—a painful reminder of everything you’ve lost. You find yourself grappling with an unsettling confusion, a whirlwind of emotions that makes your head spin.

This is a monster, you remind yourself. A malevolent being born of curses and chaos. You do not know him, no matter how he tries to push, no matter how his eyes—those dark, swirling eyes that resemble Yuji’s—seem to reach deep into your soul, searching for something buried within. You’re scared. Scared of the implications, scared of the truth that threatens to unravel everything you thought you understood.

You had wanted Yuji back—longed for him, missed him so much that it hurt. The ache in your heart was a constant companion, an echo of laughter and warmth that once filled your days. You had spent countless nights wishing for a miracle, hoping to see that familiar, infectious smile again. But now, faced with the twisted reality of what stood before you, you weren’t sure if you could handle the price of that wish.

Could this—this—be the cost? A piece of Yuji entangled in a form so horrifying, so devoid of the light he once radiated? The very thought makes you recoil. You want to reject it, to deny that any part of Yuji could reside within Sukuna. But the familiarity in Sukuna’s gaze, the hints of fondness mixed with malice, make it impossible to ignore.

You take a shaky breath, grounding yourself as you try to separate the remnants of your grief from the reality before you. “You’re not him, stop. Stop talking!” you say again, more forcefully this time, but it feels like a hollow declaration. Deep down, you know it’s not enough. The monster in front of you wears Yuji’s face, and it shakes you to your core.

Sukuna steps closer, his presence a dark shadow looming over you, and you can’t help but feel trapped in this moment. You wonder if you should flee, escape the suffocating tension that surrounds you, but something keeps you rooted. It’s as if a part of you is drawn to this interaction, compelled to understand, to confront the tangled web of loss and longing that you’ve been avoiding.

“Tell me, little one.” Sukuna murmurs, his voice low and almost teasing. “What is it you miss about him? The laughter? The heroism? Or is it simply the idea of what he represented—hope?”

His words pierce through the fog of confusion, and you find yourself grappling with the truth of them. What did you miss about Yuji? Was it just the memories of the boy who filled your life with laughter, or was it something deeper—a feeling of safety, a light in the darkness that made everything feel manageable? The longing you felt was so raw, so visceral, but now it felt tainted, complicated by the monstrous form before you.

“I don’t know…..I….” you admit, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions. “I just know that I wanted him back. I wanted him to stay.” The admission slips out before you can stop it, a soft confession echoing in the heavy silence.

Sukuna watches you closely, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “And yet here I am, standing in his place.” he says, his tone laced with dark amusement. “Perhaps you should reconsider what it is you truly prefer, little one.”

His words hang in the air, heavy with implications you’re not ready to confront. The dread creeps back in, entwined with that lingering curiosity. You realize, with a shiver, that this moment is a threshold—a chance to either run away from the painful truth or face it head-on. You don’t know what it means for you or what it might cost, but deep down, you understand that avoiding Sukuna will not bring Yuji back.

Caught in this whirlwind of emotions, you stand there, heart pounding, feeling the walls close in around you. The weight of grief and longing collides with fear, and you can’t shake the feeling that in this moment, every choice you make could lead to something irrevocable. The haunting question lingers: What if you truly do remember? And what would that mean for both Yuji and the monster that now embodies him?

Sukuna smiles, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips, and somehow, even through the fear, you feel it—the remnants of Yuji still flickering in the dark recesses of this cursed form. And it breaks your heart all over again.

You swallow hard, your heart pounding as you look into Sukuna’s eyes, those dark, unsettling orbs that seem to mock everything you once knew. But you force the words out anyway, your voice trembling but determined. “I don’t remember you.”

Sukuna snickers, his laughter low and taunting. It sends a chill down your spine, as if he’s amused by some private joke you’re not in on. He leans in slightly, tilting his head, his smirk widening into something more dangerous, more possessive. “Is that what you tell me after all this time, little one?”

The way he says it—so familiar, so intimate—makes your breath catch. It’s like he’s speaking of something only the two of you should know, something hidden beneath the surface of your shared history. But how? You’ve never met Sukuna before. And yet… something in his voice, in the way he calls you little one, stirs something deep inside you. A flicker of something you can’t quite place, something buried.

You take a step back, shaking your head, trying to keep your composure. “I don’t know you. You’re not Yuji, you’re not….” you say again, though this time it sounds more like a plea. A desperate attempt to hold onto the truth, to make sense of the chaos swirling around you.

Sukuna’s grin only deepens. He watches you with a look that’s far too knowing, as if he can see right through your confusion, right through your walls. “Oh, but you do, little one.” he purrs, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “Perhaps you just don’t want to remember.”

Your pulse quickens as his words settle over you, heavy with implications. His gaze feels like it’s piercing through you, dredging up memories you aren’t even sure exist. Could there be something you’re missing? Something you’ve forgotten, or worse—something you’ve buried?

“Look at you, little one. More fragile than what you had been.” Sukuna continues, his voice lowering to something almost dangerous. “Pretending you don’t know. But your eyes betray you. You know me. Maybe not in this life… but somewhere, deep down.” He lifts a hand, lazily gesturing to himself. “You’ve always known me.”

Your chest tightens at the weight of his words, at the way they seem to pull you into something far more complex than you can grasp. You feel torn, the familiar pull of Yuji clashing with the terrifying presence of Sukuna. There’s a part of you that wants to run, to escape whatever this is. But another part of you—the part that feels that flicker of recognition when he speaks, when he looks at you—keeps you frozen in place.

“I don’t…” you start, your voice faltering. “I don’t understand.”

Sukuna laughs again, that low, predatory sound that makes your stomach churn. “Of course you don’t. But you will, in time.” His eyes gleam with something dark and possessive. “I’m not going anywhere, little one. So you’ll have all the time in the world to remember.”

Your hands tremble at your sides, the fear still coursing through you, but now there’s something else. Something far more dangerous than fear—a curiosity, a pull you can’t explain. Even though you know you shouldn’t, you’re drawn to him, to the way his words tug at something deep inside you, something lost.

Sukuna takes another step closer, his presence overwhelming, his gaze never leaving yours. “And when you do remember,” he whispers, his voice dropping into something almost tender, “you’ll realize that it’s not this brat you mourn, little one.”

Your heart skips a beat, the words hitting you like a punch to the gut. You want to deny it, to push him away, to convince yourself that the darkness in Sukuna’s eyes holds no truth. But you can’t shake the unsettling feeling that maybe, just maybe, there’s a twisted truth in what he’s saying—something buried so deep inside you that it makes your skin prickle. And that terrifies you more than anything else at this moment.

“You have better memory than that.” His voice is smooth, a honeyed drawl that curls around you, laced with a sinister undertone. He steps closer, and you can feel the warmth radiating from his body, a heat that’s both inviting and suffocating. His breath brushes against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine, and you find yourself caught in his gaze—those scarlet eyes gleaming with an intensity that both captivates and horrifies you.

“Try to remember me.” he continues, the words dripping with a twisted sense of familiarity, a beckoning that both draws you in and repels you. There’s an almost playful cruelty in his tone, as if he knows the power he holds over you in this moment—knows that your heart is already torn, straddling the line between longing and fear.

You swallow hard, your throat dry as you grapple with the conflicting emotions swirling within you. The essence of Yuji—the boy who brought light and laughter into your life—now feels irreversibly entwined with the dark curse standing before you. 

The memory of his warmth, his laughter, and his unwavering kindness feels like a distant dream, overshadowed by the reality of Sukuna’s presence. And yet, the way Sukuna looks at you, the way he carries himself, evokes echoes of the boy you loved. It’s confusing, maddening, and all-consuming.

“Don’t you want to know what’s buried inside you?” he taunts softly, leaning in even closer, as if sharing a secret only you can hear. “What really lies behind that grief? The truth of your feelings? Your past?”

You shudder at his words, feeling as though he’s reaching into the deepest corners of your mind, teasing out thoughts you’re not ready to confront. The idea of facing whatever remnants of Yuji’s essence are hidden within this creature, this manifestation of all your fears and sorrows, makes you want to flee. But the truth is, you’re caught in a web of curiosity and dread, tethered to the boy who once filled your heart.

“Stop it.” you whisper, your voice shaking. “You’re not him. You’re not Yuji.”

Sukuna chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that reverberates in the stillness around you. “Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong. I wear this brat’s face, little one. And I am here —whether you want to accept it or not.” His scarlet eyes bore into yours, a challenge lingering in the air. “And whether you like it or not, he’s a part of me too.”

The weight of his words settles heavily in your chest, a visceral truth that makes you want to scream. How could he say that? How could he twist the memory of Yuji into something so dark and cruel? But as you stand there, heart racing, you realize that he’s right in a way you’re terrified to explore. The grief you feel is a testament to the love you once shared, and now that love has taken on a new, twisted form.

As Sukuna’s presence looms over you, you feel the tension of this moment wrapping around you like a shroud. The air is thick with uncertainty, and you’re caught in a battle between wanting to retreat into safety and an insatiable desire to confront the truth lurking just beyond your grasp.

“Good night, little one.” he repeats, the command soothing and commanding all at once. “And when you wake, perhaps you’ll see things more clearly. I promise you, it will be… enlightening.”

With those final words, he steps back, allowing you to breathe again, but the weight of his gaze lingers. As he fades into the shadows, you’re left standing there, your heart pounding in your chest. The fear that grips you is palpable, but beneath it lies a flicker of curiosity—a yearning to understand what lies hidden within, to uncover the truths that connect you to both Yuji and Sukuna.

You know you should feel safe in your denial, but as you process everything, you realize that the only way forward is to confront this new reality. Whatever it takes, you have to know what Sukuna means, what truth lies within you, and what it might reveal about the love you lost and the monster that now stands in his place.

A THOUSAND YEARS HAD PASSED AND YET, HE THINKS A LOT ABOUT THAT LAST WISH. It was Ryomen Sukuna’s hope that you would not be reborn like this. After the years of misery he had put upon you, such loneliness and bitterness — this is not what you deserve. In the depths of his cursed heart, he had wished for you to have a better life—a life filled with warmth and love, a life free from the shadows that clung to him. 

He had imagined a future where you would thrive, where your laughter would echo in the halls of a home filled with joy and not tied to the darkness he embodied. He wanted for your hope to come true, for you to carve out your own path, one that didn’t intertwine with his own cursed existence. So that you may be free from the cage of him, and fly away.

Yet, here you were, standing in the remnants of a life he had never wished for you. A life as a sorcerer, a role steeped in danger and darkness, where you faced the very curses he had once commanded. And most of all, you found yourself in adoration of his vessel, Itadori Yuji—the very embodiment of what Sukuna had wanted to keep separate from you.

Every day was a constant reminder of that bittersweet reality. You had grown to love the brat, the boy whose spirit shone brighter than anyone else’s, whose laughter brought light to the darkest corners of your heart. He had an infectious enthusiasm that made the world seem a little less heavy, a little less daunting. And now that he was alive, Ryomen Sukuna could only watch as you found the joy that he could not give you.

“Hey! Are you coming or what?” Yuji called out, his voice cutting through your thoughts. He stood a few paces ahead, hands on his hips, a bright smile lighting up his face. “I thought we were going to train today!”

You couldn’t help but smile back at him, your heart swelling at the sight of his excitement. “Yeah, I’m coming!” You jogged to catch up with him, the momentary rush of adrenaline distracting you from the weight of your thoughts.

As you fell into step beside him, you felt the warmth of his presence, the way he made the air around you feel lighter. “You really are too slow sometimes, you know?” he teased, nudging you playfully. “I mean, I know I’m faster, but you’ve gotta at least try to keep up!”

“Please!” you laughed, shaking your head. “You’ve been training longer than I have. I’m just trying not to trip over my own feet!” The banter flowed easily between you, but even in this moment of lightness, you couldn’t shake the nagging sense of Sukuna’s presence lurking just beneath the surface, a shadow that never quite left you.

“Speaking of tripping, you’re not going to freak out again when I show you that new move, are you?” Yuji’s expression turned mock-serious, eyebrows raised. “Because last time, I swear I thought you were going to lose your lunch!”

“Okay, that was one time! I told you I wasn’t ready for a backflip!” you protested, recalling the embarrassment of that training session where you’d ended up flat on your back. “Besides, you can’t just expect me to be a natural like you!”

Yuji laughed, the sound bubbling up from his chest and enveloping you like a warm embrace. “Hey, you’ve got potential! I mean, you did get back up after I knocked you down. That counts for something, right?”

His encouragement filled you with a warmth that momentarily pushed aside the darkness threatening to creep in. He was everything Sukuna had hoped you would find—kind, brave, and full of life. Itadori Yuji’s laughter echoed in your mind, a stark contrast to the chilling presence of the curse that loomed behind you, hidden yet always felt, a constant reminder of the complexities entangled in your heart.

Yet, in the depths of Sukuna’s being, a flicker of something unexpected stirred—a faint, bitter jealousy. He had often wondered if he had ever truly felt envy regarding the affection you held for that brat, as he so often referred to Yuji in his darker moments. A part of him questioned whether he was conscious of the pain he had caused you, the heartache that clung to your spirit like a shadow.

“Do you even understand what you’ve done to her?” he mused silently, as if you could hear him echoing in your mind.

There was an awareness in him, a recognition that you had somehow managed to love all of him, even the twisted, cursed side of his existence. Perhaps that was what stung the most—knowing that you had opened your heart to him and, in doing so, had become entwined in a relationship that was more chaotic than he had ever intended.

But even amid that jealousy, he had no regrets about his feelings for you. His love for Hiromi—the one who had filled his heart with warmth before darkness overtook him—remained unwavering.

That love had been pure and innocent, a light that could never be dimmed by the shadows he had embraced. He could not deny it, nor would he wish to. Yet now, watching from the sidelines, he felt an ache in his chest, a realization that he could never be the one to bring you that same joy.

In the quiet corners of his mind, he harbored a secret wish—a hope that he could have made you smile like this. So vibrantly, so free of grief. A happiness so clear that one could see it gleam in your eyes, untainted by the complexities of his existence. The laughter you shared with Yuji resonated in a way that he could only dream of, a melody of innocence that felt forever out of his reach.

“What would it take?” he pondered, the thought lingering like a ghost. Would he ever be able to evoke such joy? Or was he forever condemned to dwell in the shadows of what he could never be?

Sukuna’s thoughts spiraled, twisting through memories of moments shared with you—soft smiles, fleeting touches, and the warmth of your laughter that once danced around him like sunlight. The contrast was stark; he had only ever known how to wield darkness, to embrace fear and chaos, while Yuji seemed to thrive in the light. The way you looked at Yuji, filled with admiration and affection, was a dagger in his chest, a poignant reminder of the connection he could never replicate.

Yet, in that moment of reflection, a different feeling began to take root—a deep, abiding wish for your happiness. Perhaps the greatest act of love he could offer you now was to allow you to chase that joy, even if it meant stepping aside, relinquishing his hold on your heart. You deserve every ounce of happiness, unencumbered by his darkness.

As you stood there, laughing freely, the shadows that had haunted him felt a little less suffocating. He knew he could not change who he was, nor could he rewrite the past, but perhaps he could shift his focus from his own pain to the happiness that blossomed in front of him. He wanted to see you flourish, to break free from the chains of sorrow he had inadvertently wrapped around you.

“Thanks, Yuji. I really appreciate that.” you said, your voice softer, the sincerity in your tone catching his attention. Your face flustered and shy. It was a face Sukuna had never seen from you.

“Hey, you don’t have to thank me. We’re friends, right?” His eyes sparkled with genuine warmth, but beneath that, you could feel a hint of concern lurking. “You know, if something’s bothering you, you can tell me. We’re a team.”

You paused for a moment, the gravity of his words settling over you. Sukuna knew that you wanted to share your fears—he could see it in the way your lips parted but never released a sound, in the slight tremble of your hands as they hovered between reaching out and retreating. It was written all over your face, the tension in your furrowed brow, the flicker of uncertainty in your eyes. Sukuna knew you too well, after all the years you'd lived together. He understood every unspoken word, every hesitation, even when you couldn’t bring yourself to voice your thoughts.

But this time, things were different. You didn’t remember any of it—not the life he had spoken of, not the shared moments he swore existed. The memories he claimed you both cherished were nothing but a void to you, a distant fog where nothing came into focus. Sukuna knew that too. He wasn’t oblivious to the confusion in your expression whenever he spoke of the past you shared. You couldn’t recall the way your lives had intertwined so deeply, and that lack of recollection gnawed at you just as much as it pained him.

And yet, despite your lack of memory, despite the blank slate that your mind had become, Sukuna still knew you. He could sense the turmoil bubbling within you, the words that remained trapped in your throat.

They were right there, on the tip of your tongue, waiting to be released, but fear held you back. What if speaking those fears out loud made them real? What if your confusion, your lack of memories, created a rift between you that couldn’t be mended?

Sukuna’s gaze never wavered from you. His usual harshness softened, if only slightly, as if silently urging you to speak. He understood that what you were facing was beyond your control, but he wanted you to know that he was still there, that he would wait. No matter how long it took for you to find your voice, to trust him again—even if the memories never returned—Sukuna wasn’t going anywhere.

“I… I’m fine, Yu.” you finally replied, forcing a smile. “Just a lot on my mind, you know? Training always helps clear it up.”

“Alright, but I’ll be here if you need me,” he said, his tone earnest, making your heart ache at the kindness in his eyes. “We’ll figure it out together, I promise.”

As you walked alongside him, the weight of Sukuna’s presence felt more like a lingering shadow, a reminder of your complicated reality. That was very much obvious to him. The joy you found in the brat’s company was intoxicating, but it was intertwined with the fear of what Sukuna represented—a darkness that loomed over everything you cherished.

But in that moment, as the brat’s laughter filled the air, you resolved to focus on what you could control. You would embrace the light he brought into your life, even if it meant wrestling with the shadows of the past. For now, you would fight alongside him, a sorcerer in your own right, finding strength in your love for him and the hope that one day, the shadows would fade into something less consuming.

“Okay, enough talking! Let’s go!” Yuji said, breaking you from your thoughts as he took off, racing ahead. You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound spilling out of you, bright and free, as you chased after him, if only for a moment forgetting the weight of the curse that loomed over your life.

You had become a sorcerer not merely to fight curses, but to protect what you had come to cherish. It was a decision that had grown within you over time, shaped by your encounters and the people you had come to love. You weren’t driven by blind heroism or reckless ambition. 

No, it was about preserving the bonds that had become precious to you, about standing your ground in a world where curses threatened the very fabric of those connections. But this choice—this path—you had taken wasn’t what Sukuna had ever wanted for you.

Sukuna never believed in foolish ideals like heroism or self-sacrifice. To him, they were weaknesses, things that would only lead you into harm's way. And that was what unsettled him most. He hadn’t fought for you, protected you, only to see you willingly step into danger for others. In your past life, things were different. 

He had kept you safe, shielded you from the horrors that roamed the world. Under his watch, you didn't need to lift a finger. You were his to protect, a treasure he wouldn’t allow the world to tarnish.

But now, things had changed, and not in ways he could easily control. A part of him resented the world you had been pulled into—a world filled with curses, death, and peril. He especially resented the boy. Itadori Yuji. 

Ryomen Sukuna had watched it happen—watched as Itadori had unknowingly nudged you towards the life of a sorcerer. It wasn’t malicious on Yuji’s part. The boy had only meant to encourage you, to bring out a strength he saw in you. But to Sukuna, that encouragement was nothing more than an invitation to danger. Yuji had no idea what he'd set in motion. And Sukuna couldn’t forgive him for that.

In your past life, Sukuna had made sure you were safe. There had been no need for you to risk yourself in battle or face the horrors of the world head-on. He had taken care of everything. You didn’t need to be strong; you didn’t need to fight. That was his role—to crush anyone who threatened you, to be the shield that protected you from harm. It was his way of keeping you close, of ensuring you never had to suffer.

But now, standing in this new life, all he could do was wonder—how could this brat, this boy, possibly take care of you? How could he, with his limited power and naive ideals, protect you the way Sukuna once had? It infuriated Sukuna to think that Yuji believed he could guide you in this treacherous world, when in reality, he was the one who had exposed you to its dangers in the first place.

Ryomen Sukuna clenched his fists, his thoughts simmering with frustration. You had been safe before, with him. But now, he feared that this world of curses you had chosen—this world where you now stood alongside Yuji and the others—would one day rip you away from him. And Sukuna wasn't sure he could bear that.

Sukuna felt a twisted sense of validation in the aftermath of Shibuya. It had been him—not Yuji, not any of your so-called allies—who had saved your life when everything went to hell. The moment the curses descended, the city had become a chaotic battlefield, one where even the strongest sorcerers struggled to hold their ground. But not him. Not Sukuna.

He had watched it unfold, his sharp gaze tracking the danger closing in on you, and in that split second, everything he had warned against crystallized. The fragility of your humanity, the danger you had willingly embraced—it all came to a head.

You had faced curses far beyond what you should have been dealing with. It was the recklessness, the vulnerability, the need to prove yourself as a sorcerer that had led you to the brink of death. And for what? To protect others? To fight alongside those who weren’t worthy of your devotion?

In that critical moment, when you had been on the verge of being overwhelmed, it wasn’t Yuji or any of the other sorcerers who had come to your aid. It was Sukuna. His power had surged through the chaos, his strength unmatched, obliterating the curse that had dared to lay its hand on you.

He had kept you from being crushed, from the fate that would have surely claimed you had he not intervened. The irony wasn’t lost on him—that in the midst of this world you had chosen, it was still his power that protected you, not the one you had turned to.

Sukuna could almost laugh at how right he had been. Your decision to become a sorcerer, your reliance on others to protect you—it had all crumbled in the face of reality.

In your past life, you had never needed to face this kind of danger, because he had kept you safe. It had been him who ensured your safety, him who made sure the world’s darkness never touched you. And now, in this life, despite everything that had changed, the outcome was still the same: you needed him to survive.

He hated to admit it, but a part of him reveled in the fact that you couldn’t escape his grasp. The boy, Yuji, had tried—tried to pull you into a world where you could stand on your own, where you didn’t need to rely on Ryomen Sukuna’s power.

But Shibuya had proven otherwise. The truth was undeniable: there was no escaping the fact that Sukuna was, and always would be, the one who kept you alive.

His crimson eyes lingered on you as you lay unconscious, the aftermath of the battle leaving you battered and bruised. He crouched beside you, his expression unreadable. 

There was no warmth in his gaze, no affection—only a sense of possession. A sense of knowing that you were a part of him. Whether in this life or the last, it didn’t matter. The world could change, your memories could fade, but the fact remained: Sukuna had saved you, and he always would. No one else could protect you the way he could, and in the end, he was the only one who truly understood that.

"You see now, don’t you, little one?" he murmured, his voice low, almost to himself. "No matter how far you run, no matter what life you choose, you’ll always come back to this. To me."

There was a finality in his words, a certainty that rang through the empty streets of Shibuya. In his eyes, this moment only reinforced the bond between you, one forged not out of love, but out of necessity, out of survival. And though you may never remember the life you once shared, Sukuna knew that as long as you walked this path, you would always need him.

And then, in the stillness after the battle, Sukuna froze.

A pulse of cursed energy rippled through the air, faint but unmistakable. It was old, ancient even, yet familiar in a way that twisted something deep inside him. For the first time in a thousand years, Sukuna felt her presence. Hiromi.

Sukuna's mind recoiled from the realization, the pulse of cursed energy stirring something long-buried within him. The sensation clawed at him—ancient, familiar, undeniable.

Hiromi.

His heart, or what remained of it, twisted with an emotion he hadn't felt in centuries. He had thought it impossible.

But there it was, a presence like a faint echo that had finally resurfaced after a thousand years. His eyes narrowed, scanning the distance as if he could pinpoint the exact location of the cursed energy.

Without hesitation, his body moved on instinct, the need to chase after that familiar presence overwhelming him. He didn’t even spare a glance back at you. The urgency consumed him. You’ll be fine, he thought to himself. You were unconscious, battered but alive—safe, for now.

“Uraume.” His voice was cold and commanding, cutting through the still air. Almost immediately, Uraume appeared at his side, their faces calm and collected, as if they anticipated his order even before he had spoken it.

“Sukuna-sama.” Uraume bowed slightly, eyes flicking toward your limp form lying on the ground.

“Take care of them for me.” Sukuna instructed, his tone flat, devoid of emotion. It was an order, not a request. His eyes were already fixed on the horizon, his mind far from the present moment.

Uraume nodded without question. “Understood.”

With that, Sukuna turned his back on you, his form disappearing into the distance with terrifying speed. You were unconscious, vulnerable, but he left you without hesitation. Because even now, after everything, it wasn’t you that occupied his thoughts. Not fully. Not entirely.

As the wind whipped past him, his mind raced, trying to process the flood of emotions that came with sensing Hiromi’s energy after so long. It felt like an eternity since he had last known that presence—familiar yet distant, like a memory from another life. He clenched his fists, the anticipation mounting as he closed in on the source of the cursed energy.

But beneath the rush of adrenaline, Sukuna felt something else, something darker—guilt. It was fleeting, barely noticeable, but it was there, nagging at the edges of his mind. He knew he was a hypocrite.

He had kept you by his side, held you close, and claimed you as part of his world. You had become entangled in his existence, and yet, despite everything, despite the way he protected you, he could never love you. Not in the way you might have wanted. Not in the way that mattered.

Because love had always been reserved for someone else.

Hiromi.

The name echoed in his mind, sharp and clear. Hiromi had been everything to him in a way that transcended time. Even after a thousand years, Sukuna could feel it—that deep, consuming affection that had once tied him to Hiromi like a chain. He didn’t need to question it, didn’t need to doubt. Hiromi was the one he loved, the one he would always love. That had never changed.

And yet, as he chased after the familiar energy, a dark, bitter thought rose in his mind. He had kept you close for so long, but not out of love. It had been care, yes, concern even—but not love. You were valuable to him, a piece of his life that he refused to let the world destroy. But love? No, that was something you would never receive from him. That part of his heart had been taken long ago.

He didn’t regret it. Not for a second.

As he raced toward the source of Hiromi’s energy, Sukuna's lips curled into a slight, dangerous smile.

“Hiromi…” he whispered under his breath, a mixture of longing and hunger in his voice. “After all these years, you still haunt me.”

The urgency in his steps betrayed his growing anticipation, but beneath that, another feeling simmered. A strange unease. Sukuna knew what this meant—what it would mean for him, for you, for everything. He was a hypocrite, and he knew it all too well. 

He had spent lifetimes keeping you close, ensuring your safety, binding you to him with his strength. He claimed you as his, possessed you in a way that transcended time and memory. He protected you, watched over you, but love? No, love had never been part of the equation.

Sukuna was no fool. He cared for you, yes. There was a connection, a bond that had grown stronger over time. But it wasn’t love, not in the way most would understand. He knew that. It had always been about control, about ensuring that you remained part of his world, tethered to him by the invisible threads of fate. 

You had chosen a path filled with danger, and he had allowed it, begrudgingly, because he didn’t want to lose you. But he did not love you. Not in the way that mattered. Not in the way that consumed him.

That kind of love was reserved for someone else. Hiromi.

The name reverberated in his mind like an old song, the memory of a time long past. Hiromi had been the one he loved, truly loved. The one who had held his heart, back when he had one. The connection between them was something deeper, something far more potent than what he had with you. It was raw and ancient, a passion that transcended lifetimes. 

Ryomen Hiromi had been his equal, the one who had understood him in ways no one else ever could. And now, after centuries, Hiromi’s cursed energy was stirring again, calling out to him across time.

Sukuna felt the sharp contrast between what he had with you and what he had once shared with Hiromi. You were his, yes—but in a way that was almost pragmatic, transactional. He cared for you, protected you because you were his responsibility, someone he would never let the world destroy. But it wasn’t the kind of love that set his soul ablaze. Not like Hiromi had.

And that truth didn’t bother him. He didn’t regret it. He didn’t regret holding you close while reserving his deepest, truest love for Hiromi. That was how it was meant to be. You and Hiromi occupied different places in his life, and that was something he had long accepted.

As he sped through the streets of Shibuya, his mind was a storm of thoughts. He knew he was leaving you behind, abandoning you without a second thought to chase the echo of someone he had lost long ago. And yet, he couldn’t stop himself. The pull was too strong, the memory of Hiromi too powerful to resist. You were safe. That’s all that mattered.

But Hiromi… Hiromi was everything.

Sukuna knew, with absolute certainty, that no matter what he had with you, it would never compare to what he had with Hiromi. And he didn’t need it to. He didn’t want it to. He had spent a thousand years in the shadow of that love, and now, with Hiromi’s cursed energy suddenly awakening, all he could think about was reclaiming what had been his—what had always been his.

As Sukuna moved through the city, his chest tightened with anticipation. He was a hypocrite, yes, but he had no regrets. He would protect you, care for you, but the fire that burned within him was for Hiromi alone. You were never meant to hold his heart—not the way Hiromi did. And for that, Sukuna was unapologetic.

This was who he was. This was who he had always been.

Meanwhile, Uraume knelt beside your unconscious form, their expression unreadable as they gently lifted you into their arms. They glanced in the direction Sukuna had disappeared, their lips tightening slightly.

"Always leaving." Uraume muttered quietly, more to themselves than to you. They knew better than anyone what Sukuna was chasing, and why he hadn’t hesitated to leave. "It’s never enough, is it?"

They looked down at you, a strange softness entering their gaze.

"You’re fortunate he cares for you as much as he does." Uraume added quietly, though the words felt hollow. Because they knew, just as you might someday come to realize—Sukuna’s heart belonged to someone else, someone from long ago.

And no one would ever replace that.

HE HAD NOT REMEMBERED WHAT HE THOUGHT THE FIRST TIME HE DIED. But this time around, he did. As Ryomen Sukuna lay on the ground, his once-imposing form crumbling, the weight of his own mortality pressing down on him for the first time in centuries, he felt something stir in the space around him. A soft, familiar presence, like a breeze carrying the scent of a life long forgotten. It was not a presence he had ever felt in a long time. 

He opened his eyes, and there you were. Your past self, standing before him as though summoned by the final moments of his life. You were just as he remembered, yet different—there was a lightness in your eyes, a peace he hadn’t seen in so long. And as you approached, there was no anger, no bitterness, no pain. You smiled at him. A gentle, almost wistful smile, as though all the years of cruelty, all the darkness that had passed between you, had never existed.

“Sukuna–sama.” you greeted softly, your voice carrying an odd tenderness, as though you were greeting an old friend.

He stared at you, confused, his chest tight with an unfamiliar emotion. The weight of his sins, the centuries of violence, grief, pain and manipulation—all of it should have driven you away. And yet here you were, standing before him, smiling as if nothing had ever been wrong. As if he had never hurt you. As if you hadn’t hated him for it.

“You’re really here….little one.” Sukuna rasped, his voice rough, but there was a vulnerability in it he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a thousand years. “After everything...you’re still here?”

You nodded, kneeling down beside him, your gaze soft but resolute. “I’m here, Sukuna–sama. But we both know this is the end, don’t we?”

He grunted, dark scarlet eyes flickering with both amusement and bitterness. “So it seems.” He paused, the weight of what was to come settling in. “And now what? What happens next? You’ve come to watch me die, little one?

You shook your head gently, your expression unchanged. “No. I came to say goodbye.”

A silence stretched between you both, heavy and profound. Ryomen Sukuna’s breath grew more labored, the energy draining from him faster now. His dark eyes never left yours, trying to read you, to understand what this moment meant. You were supposed to go wherever he was, you would follow. Words were wind and yet, your actions — they said other things. 

“Goodbye, huh?” he muttered, his lips curling into a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “And what am I supposed to do with that? After everything…after all these years, little one?”

You hesitated, looking down at your hands before meeting his gaze once more. “I need you to let me go, Sukuna–sama.”

Sukuna’s eyes darkened. “Let you go? I’ve kept you for a reason, little one. You’ve been mine for longer than either of us can remember.”

You exhaled softly, shaking your head. “Not anymore. Not this time.I can’t love you like this, Sukuna–sama. Not like I did before. That love—it’s gone.”

His jaw tightened, a spark of anger flashing in his eyes. “And why is that? Because of him? Because of that brat?”

He didn’t need to say the name. You both knew who he meant.

You didn’t flinch. “Yes. I love Yuji now. I had…I had been reborn now, Sukuna–sama. He’s who I’ve chosen. He’s who I am in this life. And I want to be happy, Sukuna–sama. Truly happy.”

Sukuna scoffed, his lips curling into a bitter smile. “Happy, huh? That’s what you want?”

You nodded, your voice soft but firm. “You always said you wanted that for me, didn’t you? You kept me close because you said you wanted me safe. But I don’t want to live like this anymore. I don’t want to be bound to something that doesn’t exist—something that’s only pain and emptiness.”

Sukuna was silent for a long moment, his breath shallow, his eyes narrowing as he stared up at the sky. “So that’s it then? After everything, you’re just going to walk away?” His voice was laced with bitterness, but beneath it, there was something else—a resignation, an understanding that this was inevitable.

You reached out, gently taking his hand. The gesture surprised him, and for the first time in a long time, Sukuna didn’t pull away.

“I want to let you go, Sukuna–sama.” you said softly. “But I need you to let me go too. So we can both be free.”

His eyes flickered with something unspoken, a quiet turmoil that even he didn’t fully understand. For so long, he had kept you tethered to him, not out of love but possession, out of the need to control, to keep you as part of his world. And now, here you were, asking him to release you from the very chains he had forged. Asking to be separated from you, forever.

“You think it’s that easy?” Sukuna whispered, his voice hoarse. “After everything we’ve been through, after all the years…”

“No, no.” you replied gently, a small ghostly smile on your face. “It's not easy. I know that much. But it’s what needs to happen. We’ve both held on for too long. You and I—we’re not meant to be like this anymore.”

Ryomen Sukuna’s eyes searched yours, and for a moment, he saw something he had long since forgotten. The softness, the kindness in your gaze—the person you had once been before all of this. And he knew, deep down, that you were right.

He had kept you close out of fear. Fear of losing the one thing in his life that had ever mattered, the one of the very few people who had ever made him feel something beyond the void of his existence. But you were no longer his, and he was no longer yours. It was never meant to be. He knew that from the beginning.

With a deep, labored breath, Sukuna closed his eyes, his grip on your hand loosening. “Fine, little one.” he rasped. “Go. Be with him. Be happy. It’s what you want, right?”

A tear slipped down your cheek as you smiled at him, the sadness in your eyes mixed with a profound sense of peace. “Thank you, Sukuna–sama.”

For a moment, you both sat in silence, the weight of all those years of history between you. And then, quietly, you leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. He lets the warmth echo through his flesh. He didn’t want you to let go, he didn’t want you to leave him. And yet, he had to let you go. 

“Goodbye, Sukuna–sama.” you whispered. “Be free. Choose your path too.”

With that, you stood up, turning away from the man who had once held your heart, leaving him to the twilight of his life. You didn’t look back as you walked away, knowing that this was the end of one chapter, and the beginning of another. You will never find each other again.

Ryomen Sukuna watched you go, his vision fading, a strange mix of regret and relief flooding through him. He had let you go, and in doing so, perhaps, for the first time in his long, twisted life, he had let himself go too.

IT WAS ODD, THIS PLACE. And it was where all souls go. At least that’s what his father used to say to him. Sukuna had not believed it then. But here is the proof. Here is the truth. The path of souls stretched endlessly before him, an ethereal twilight where time held no meaning and silence enveloped the realm. 

Ryomen Sukuna’s hand held firmly to Uraume’s own, though Uraume’s presence beside him was faint, as if they too were fading into the beyond. Uraume, after all, was too young to understand it all yet.

And he didn’t want to distress them. His crimson eyes scanned the surreal landscape, not for the first time wondering what came next. Death had always been an abstract concept for someone like him—feared by others, but never himself. Yet here he was, on this path, somewhere between existence and oblivion.

He felt a pull, a presence just ahead, and as they walked, familiar figures began to emerge in the mist. Among them, Mahito lounges carelessly, his usual playful smile twisted with curiosity as he looks over at Sukuna.

“Well, well,” Mahito said with a chuckle, “It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Sukuna?”

Sukuna glanced at Mahito, but his eyes were drawn past him, pulled to a figure he hadn’t expected to see again in this realm. Hiromi.

Hiromi stood a few paces away, her form illuminated by the soft glow of the path. Her presence was calm, unwavering, as though the centuries of separation between them had not dulled the bond that once existed. She smiled at him—a small, knowing smile, one that held both understanding and a quiet challenge.

"It’s been a long time." you said, your voice cutting through the haze of memories that clouded his mind. You had appeared beside Mahito, your eyes softer now than when you last spoke to Sukuna.

It had been a lifetime ago—literally. But here, in the land between worlds, there was no more need for pretense. It had been so long since you both had been truly honest with one another.

Sukuna’s expression softened slightly, though his sharp edges remained. He wasn’t one for sentimentality, and yet, standing here, he felt something stir within him. He inclined his head to you, acknowledging your presence, but his gaze drifted back to Hiromi.

“Hiromi.” he said with a quiet intensity, his voice lower than usual, almost…reverent. Uraume, sensing the moment, quietly stepped back, releasing his hand.

Hiromi stepped forward, her dark eyes locked onto Sukuna’s. She looked just as she had the last time he had seen her, centuries ago. The weight of their shared past hung in the air between them, unspoken but ever-present.

“It’s been too long….Sukuna.” Hiromi said softly, her voice carrying a quiet warmth. She looked at him with that same measured calm, though there was something in her eyes, something that had been left unsaid for far too long.

Sukuna remained silent for a moment, taking in the sight of her. He had never been a man to reflect on his emotions, to consider the consequences of his actions beyond immediate gratification or power. But here, now, on the path of souls, stripped of the pretenses of life, there was a clarity he couldn’t ignore.

“What path will you walk, Sukuna?” Hiromi asked, her voice steady but soft, as though she already knew the answer.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Sukuna smiled—a small, almost imperceptible curve of his lips. It wasn’t the predatory grin he was known for, but something quieter, something…honest.

��A path with you.” he answered, his voice carrying the weight of every century that had passed. There was no hesitation in his words, no mask to hide behind. Here, in this liminal space, he could admit what had always been true. “Even if there will be nothing between us.”

Hiromi’s smile deepened, though her eyes were tinged with something bittersweet. “Even if there’s nothing?”

Sukuna held her gaze, his expression uncharacteristically vulnerable. “I was bound to you the moment I met you. You know that too well, don’t you?”

His words were simple, but they carried the weight of a lifetime—perhaps several lifetimes—of unspoken truths. He had never been one to voice such sentiments, not in life, not when there was always another battle, another conquest, another way to assert his dominance over the world. But here, stripped of all that power, all that ambition, there was only the truth.

Hiromi’s eyes softened, and she reached out, her hand brushing lightly against his. The touch was fleeting, but it was enough. She didn’t need to say anything; the silence between them spoke volumes.

Mahito chuckled softly behind them, amused by the display but wise enough not to interrupt. “So, Sukuna…..” he teased back. “Even a human curse has your attachments, huh?”

Sukuna shot him a glare, but there was no real malice in it. “And what of it?” he muttered, though his usual venom was absent.

Hiromi gave a small laugh, shaking her head at Mahito before returning her attention to Sukuna. “It’s not attachments that hold you down.” she said softly, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the path around them. “It’s what you choose to carry.”

“And what are you carrying?” Sukuna asked, his voice quieter now, the question more personal than he’d intended.

Hiromi’s eyes held his, the connection between them clear and unbreakable, even in this world of shadows and souls. “Only what I choose. And now, I choose peace.”

She let her hand fall from his, the warmth of the touch lingering between them. The path stretched out before them, infinite and unknown, but somehow, less daunting with her beside him. It was just like back then. When they were together. Happy. At peace.

Sukuna nodded, a rare understanding passing between them. He had been many things in his life—cruel, selfish, a god of calamity—but here, now, there was only one thing that mattered.

“I’ll walk with you then.” he said, his voice firm. He looks at Uraume. “Both of us will.”

Hiromi smiled, the kind of smile that held centuries of history, of pain, of love, and of letting go. “Then let’s walk together.” she said simply.

And for the first time in a thousand years, Ryomen Sukuna felt something other than hunger, other than rage. He felt…whole.

epilogue 

You and Yuji were crouched behind a row of bushes, peeking over the top like kids playing hide and seek. Except, instead of hiding from a grumpy neighbor, you were hiding from a low-grade curse that looked like a giant, angry turnip.

"Okay, so what’s the plan?" Yuji whispered, his face way too serious for someone talking about vegetable-based curses.

"I was thinking... you distract it, and I’ll sneak around and exorcise it fully." you replied, glancing at the turnip monster, which seemed to be getting more agitated by the second.

"Alright, alright. I got it." Yuji said with a determined nod. Then, after a beat of silence, he looked back at you, his usual playful grin sneaking onto his face. "You know, we make a pretty good team….They were right to assign us together for missions, hm?”

You chuckled softly, feeling your heart skip a beat despite the fact that this was the least romantic setting possible. "We do, don't we? Not many people can take on turnip monsters with such finesse."

Yuji grinned, then cleared his throat awkwardly. "Hey, uh, while we’re on the topic of being a good team, there's... there's something I’ve been wanting to say."

Your eyes widened a little, curiosity and nervousness stirring in your chest. "What is it?"

"Well, it's just... I like being around you. Genuinely…..It’s….I just….I like…I like spending time with you." Yuji said, rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks turning a little pink. "Like, a lot. More than just the 'let's-fight-curses-together' way."

Your heart started racing, and you could feel your face getting warm. "I... I feel the same way." you admitted, trying to keep your voice steady even though your insides were doing cartwheels. "I’ve liked you for a while, actually."

Yuji blinked in surprise, then broke into the brightest, most ridiculous smile you’d ever seen. "Wait, really? Do you like me? Like, like me?"

You nodded, biting back a grin. "Yeah, I like you. A lot."

For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, grinning like idiots, the turnip curse temporarily forgotten. Laughter echoes from Yuji and then you, and all at once, there was some harmony. The peace that you both had been craving to have. The joy that comes with being together.

"Man, I should’ve told you sooner!" Yuji said, looking like he was about to burst with happiness. "We could’ve been doing all this curse-fighting and dating at the same time!"

You laughed, your nerves fading as the warmth of the moment settled over you. "Better late than never, right?"

Yuji nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! And now that we’ve got that out of the way, I say we finish off this turnip monster and then—"

Suddenly, the turnip curse let out a loud, disgruntled roar, reminding you both that, yes, you were still on a mission.

"Right, curse first, dating later," Yuji said quickly, scrambling to his feet. "Let’s do this!"

In a blur of movement, Yuji launched himself at the turnip, giving you the perfect opening to come around the side. With a swift, precise strike, you exorcised the curse, watching it dissolve into nothing.

Yuji jogged back over to you, grinning. "See? Told you we’re a good team."

You smiled back, feeling a rush of affection for him. "Yeah, we are. And from now on, we’ll be a good team together—on missions and in life."

Yuji’s smile softened, his brown eyes locking with yours in a way that made your heart flutter. "I like the sound of that," he said, his voice a little quieter but full of warmth.

You reached out, taking his hand in yours. "Come what may, right?"

"Right." Yuji agreed, squeezing your hand gently. "No matter what happens, I want to be by your side. Happy. Together."

And with that, the two of you stood there, hand in hand, as the remnants of the curse faded into the wind, feeling lighter than ever—ready to face whatever came next, as long as it was together.

[raamitsu]

quite a lot of readers speculated that Yuta has probably gained a pair of Six Eyes because of his distant lineage with Gojo, but even if that could be somewhat true, do you think it makes any sense? I do not doubt Yuta at all. his ability is second only to Gojo and we also have Yuji surpassing him, but I thought the Six Eyes were inherited from birth, though? not to mention it is an extremely RARE TRAIT, and Satoru was the first sorcerer in 400 years to possess both Limitless and Six Eyes, so my question is: how Yuta could actually obtain it without directly being a part of Gojo clan itself (because I simply do not buy the "it is possible because he is Gojo's distant relative" concept or idea, and in a very short time too? through what and how exactly? is it his copy technique? or Ui Ui's technique? did Yuta actually met Gojo personally or made a research about it before? most importantly, is this even possible?

in my personal opinion: if there is MORE to what Yuta can actually do that we are yet to witness, I think the very least he is capable to perform is the Limitless. with this, it will be aligned with Sukuna's thought as shown in the manga panel below (I shared this on twitter before I decided to talk about it on here)

we already knew that it has been highlighted that Limitless cannot be done without the existence of the Six Eyes, however, I recalled this note from Gege to explain Gojo's Limitless Cursed Technique:

to summarize, Limitless CAN be used by other sorcerers - especially the strongest aside of Satoru himself - only hindrance is the difficulty to perform it since it requires the Six Eyes to master the Limitless. others will only be struggling themselves harder when using it - shows how furiously amazing these abilities are and NOT EVERYONE is able to handle them without an immense amount of cursed energy.

what I want to explain here is that Yuta COULD POSSIBLY possesses the Limitless since he should not have any problem using it with the amount of CE he has + Rika's, but I bet their CE might run out faster due to the absence of the Six Eyes. if Yuta obtains the eye, just like Satoru, he will be unstoppable.

and lastly what I wanted to talk about is this "unknown figure" that shows up out of a sudden in the latest chapter :

I can only make some points here (I posted about this btw) :

this is Satoru and he made a BV to sacrifice his supposed left eye (in a correct position, it is on the right)

Still THE Gojo Satoru we all know but he is only just a ghost or hallucination of Sukuna - most probably PTSD.

narrator is using a JP word that describes this figure above as a "revenant" which means an entity that is reincarnated in other human's body. this brought many readers to speculate that a soul from thousand years ago reincarnated into that unknown figure (in case it was confirmed that this figure is not Satoru) and it was said to be Sugawara Michizane from Heian era.

to back up the third point, Kenjaku was said to be defeated twice by two different users of the Six Eyes in Heian era, and since we learned that Gojo clan descends from Sugawara Michizane - one of the renowned three vengeful spirits and Yuta is also a direct descendance - one of them could be reincarnated inside that "unknown figure" above. if they had a huge connection from those era, this might be their vengeful spirit.

okay that is all. Wind Breaker spams in a few hours!

[archangelofsacrifice]

jjk ending spoilers ahead (unhinged angy ranting mind you)

So it seems like most people liked this and enjoyed this part of the ending but I didn't so I'll fuckin say it myself I guess- THEY RUINED SUKUNA'S CHARACTER??? THERE WAS NO HINT, NO SIGN, NOTHING THAT HE HAD ANY THOUGHT OF HIS BELIEFS BEING WRONG, AND BEING DEFEATED DOESN'T MEAN HIS POINT OF VIEW IS SUDDENLY WRONG, IT JUST MEANS HE WASN'T STRONG ENOUGH??? HE SHOULD HAVE REJECTED THE NOTION OF A DIFFERENT PATH AND SIMPLY DOUBLED DOWN, SAYING SOMETHING LIKE HE WOULD HAVE TO BE STRONGER IN THE NEXT LIFE TO ENSURE EVEN A LARGE GROUP LIKE THAT CAN'T OVERPOWER HIM IN SUCH A WAY.

IF GEGE WAS PLANNING ON DOING THIS WITH SUKUNA, THERE SHOULD HAVE BEEN SOME HESITATION OR SOME FEELING OR /SOMETHING/ DURING THE HEART TO HEART YUJI HAD WITH HIM IN THAT MINI DOMAIN THING THAT HAPPENED A FEW CHAPTERS BACK. Like, Sukuna could have had his whole speech of "I see and understand what you are saying, but it does nothing to move me, I feel nothing" but then if they just gave him some internal dialogue of being confused on some odd sensation in his chest or smth, there would AT LEAST be some set up for him accepting that the path he walked was wrong, he doubled down on his beliefs every second he had on screen until the very fuckin end post death in some limbo state on the way to the afterlife/reincarnation of the next life or whatever, and it's so fuckin,,,, garbage,,, I loved Sukuna so much because of how set in his ways he was, and how comitted to his ideals and everything he had. His speech to Jogo in the shibyua arc? where he invaded his mind on death to talk to Jogo's fading spirit or whatever? So fuckin good, but ruined and hypocritical now,,, I hate it!!! (I will concede the closest we get to some form of Sukuna having this change was his odd fondness for Uraume, but I argue that Sukuna was hedonistic, he sought pleasure and to live simply as he desired as the strongest, this doesn't mean he can't have friends, it doesn't mean he has doubts on his feelings for the way things should be. And there was no actual hinting or foreshadowing anywhere that he thought the path he was on had even a chance of being wrong. He didn't consider it while dying, he still doubled down literally until the very end while a tiny scrap of him was threatened and then crushed and killed, but then SUDDENLY post death in the spirit world or whatever, he's like "aaa worm, guess I was wrong" BULLSHIT HE'D SOONER ADMIT HE SIMPLY WASN'T STRONG ENOUGH TO DO AS HE PLEASED RATHER THAN ADMITTING HIS ENTIRE PHILOSOPHY WAS WRONG)

[megashadowdragon]

yuji is sukunas last finger

www . reddit . com/r/Jujutsushi/comments/153crf4/yuji_is_sukunas_last_finger/

I admit this is more a shot in the dark than an actual theory, but what we know so far can point towards this conclusion: Yuji came to be from Sukuna's last finger.

TL;DR: Kenjaku had all the 20 fingers and kept the last one to use it when creating Yuji. His abnormalities and Sukuna and Kenjaku's attitude towards him seem to hint this theory holds some ground.

kenjaku talking about yuji

Gojo doesn't have the finger

The last finger is currently missing, Sukuna believes Gojo has it, but it's unlikely. Gojo wouldn't leave it around, he would keep it on himself. But if that were the case I don't think it would have been sealed with him, as the prison realm can host only one being, and a sliver of Sukuna's soul is likely to be considered another person. So the finger would've been found by Kenjaku the instant Gojo was sealed.

The finger is not lost somewhere

Most the fingers were either in possession of either Jujutsu High, Uraume or Jogo, while the few laying around were quickly found and retrieved. It's not impossible, but it's really unlikely that the last finger is simply lost somewhere, even from a storywriting perspective it doesn't make much sense.

Kenjaku had all the fingers at some point

We know for a fact (Angel stated it) that Kenjaku helped Sukuna split his soul in the 20 fingers originally, and from then Sukuna learnt to do it on his own. Many theorize that Kenjaku himself was the one who dropped the fingers around hoping Yuji would come in contact with one, and this theory is supported further by the locations of the fingers being places Yuji could have been been in: a Juvenile detention centre, a school, and so on.

To sum up, it's definetely not a stretch to assume Kenjaku was in possession of all the fingers for some time.

Kenjaku kept one finger and used it to create Yuji

Now we get to the juicy part of this theory: Kenjaku kept a finger and used it for his experiments.Since the finger is neither in the hands of one of the characters, nor simply laying around, where could it be? It was used by Kenjaku when creating Yuji, to make the perfect vessel for Sukuna.

We all know that Kenjaku meddled with Yuji while he/she was pregnant, and that Yuji's abnormal physical attributes are a direct result of that. I think that Sukuna's last finger was involved in the whole process, and although I don't know how or why Kenjaku did it, I believe there are many hints in the manga that support this theory, that Yuji was created from Sukuna's finger.

Firstly our mc is a perfect vessel for Sukuna, capable even of suppressing his soul, the same soul Mahito was astonished by. An impressive feat for anyone, not to be dismissed easily. Sukuna feared Megumi might be able to hold him too, but we don't know if he would have managed to.

Secondly, while talking to Choso, Kenjaku referred to Yuji as "it", or "that thing" depending on the translation, as if he was an object, while he never called Choso and his brothers that, it's a term he used specifically for only one of his creations.On top of that, Sukuna himself admitted that Yuji "is from that era" during their latest fight. Sukuna doesn't know Yuji was made from the last finger, and at that point he hadn't met Kenjaku yet after reincarnating, but he knew Kenjaku was involved in Yuji's creation and knew Yuji is from another era. Kenjaku probably kept and keeps him in the dark about his last finger, as Sukuna wouldn't really be happy about it.

Additionally, as we know Sukuna's fingers are indestructible and Yuji is incredibly resilient. If Yuji was made from a finger, its toughness could have passed and diluted into him.

Lastly, Sukuna and Yuji look somewhat similar, to the point that the king of curses looked way more natural in Yuji's body rather than in Megumi's.

a video by quirkless shinobi who had the same idea as op:

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There is also a nice thing to speculate upon, which is the Star Vessel. Assuming Sukuna could undergo a similar process, it could be that Yuji was made to be his vessel with a finger. Which would explains why Sukuna hates him so much, as Yuji would quite literally be him but younger, naïve and still good hearted. Back in the Hidden Treasure arc it is said that if Tengen doesn't merge he could lose his identity and maybe even turn against humans. It could be that Sukuna is exactly that, a failed merger. It's also interesting to point out that Tengen, Sukuna and Kenjaku all three cheated death and all three need vessels to do so, with the difference between them being only the specifics. Sukuna's method however is much more... Passive. Tengen and Kenjaku managed to keep hoping vessels no problem, but Sukuna was left waiting for a proper vessel to show up and finding good vessels is hard. Almost as if it an incomplete technique. And if that is the case, it would also be interesting thinking what happens when they do properly merge. Not as two souls in the same body, but if they truly fuse, how would they affect each other. Of course, this is a lot of speculation.Show lessI think that Yuji could be the manifestation of Sakuna's "soul". This ties into the conversation about what comes first from Mahito. Saluna could've been a human who discarded his soul, in a way, and essentially became a cursed spirit.I'd like to add to remember that Yuji means translated to English as much as Second son. It's a name mostly given to the second son of a family

At 2:11 I take it back because in the opening of chapter 213 we DO see Sukuna in his innate domain after he took over Megumi and he looks exactly the same as he did in Yuji. His dialogue also talks about being in "that brat's body" and taking over Megumi's in the past tense. I think the Sukuna we see in Yuji is just Sukuna and the theory I'm leaning towards the most currently is Yuji being Sukuna's finger.

I'm just going to put this here instead of answering everyone who brings it up, yes I am aware of Gege's comments on Sukuna looking like Yuji because he is inside of him. However like all author comments surrounding major plot events they should be taken with a grain of salt. Authors lie about major plot reveals to hide the truth from their readers in ancillary interviews to hide the truth in nearly all mediums of storytelling. Just ask yourself what you would do if confronted with a question that the actual answer spoils a major event in your story. In this case we see Sukuna after he takes over megumi so until we see evidence in the STORY to the contrary I wouldn't write anything off. Regardless, they look similar even if we completely ignore the innate domain which is a relatively minor detail.

The cursed wombs like choso were made by a curse spirit a human woman and kamos blood being mixed in yuji would be made with.sukuna a and a human man and woman

[suqueenaryomen]

Sukuna & Yuji's skeptical twin theory

Why some people don't believe in the twin theory? I will give some examples of speculation as to why this is the case, and whether we may have misunderstood something about the symbol or the word TWIN. Not everything that is DOUBLE or VERSATILE is automatically a TWIN. Or a doppelganger is also double. Almost everyone has something like this in life. Someone who looks like you and then there are two of you, but it doesn't have to be your twin who is related to you. (But you could also call this a twin)

What some people doubt and many questions unanswered:

1. We are talking about twins here, not siblings who were born older or younger. But those who were born at the same time and look the same, namely twins! If Sukuna and Yuji were really twins, then Yuji would have to be the same age as Sukuna. This means Yuji is not a 15-year-old boy, but in reality an old man or an adult like Sukuna. Or vice versa, Sukuna would have to be 15 years old like Yuji. (the little lost boy Sukuna) 🤣. The best example would be Maki & Mai, same time, same age.

2. If Sukuna and Yuji were really twins, why does Yuji have multiple parents? Jin Itadori, Kaori Itadori and DNA scientist + creator Kenjaku, who also simultaneously serves as a mother and father 😅. Then they would all have to be Sukuna's parents or relatives. But I believe Gege once said that this is not the case, or rather that it is not going in this direction? It has been officially confirmed that Sukuna has no wife or family, etc.

3. If Sukuna and Yuji were really twins, why does Yuji have several siblings like his brother Choso? Then they would all have to be Sukuna's real siblings or relatives. (kind of crazy the whole thing)

4. If Sukuna and Yuji were twins, who the hell are their real parents? I'm serious. Only the parents of these twins. Face to face, DNA to DNA, blood to blood, etc. (I think I go nuts) xD

5. Or could it be that all of this is meant differently and we have misunderstood it with regard to the symbol of the twins? I mean, the name Ryomen means two-faced or double-faced, right? One could compare or even confuse this with twins. I mean, Sukuna can have multiple hands, multiple eyes, and even create multiple faces if he wants. But that doesn't necessarily mean he is a twin. He can only duplicate himself or is simply very versatile with his body. This must be due to his nature with his ability!

6. But why does Sukuna then say that this boy is from back then? Or from that time? Sounds like a fighter from the Middle Ages or like a reincarnated fighter like Kashimo, etc. Or is this again a mistranslation or misunderstanding. As has happened more often lately, and yet Kenjaku created Yuji? You still wonder how the hell. Strange shit happens here again, I tell you....

Gege has a lot of shit to explain (and that's a lot of history, including his very long breaks). So the manga certainly can't end so quickly. Otherwise, it will become very lazy and sloppy! But it will soon end either this year 2024 in a few months or a whole year again if we are lucky? Otherwise, things will look very different again in 2025!

[honeycreammilkshake]

For real the obsession and possessive behaviour a lot of gojo stans have towards sukuna is just so bizarre

Like, they hated Yuji pitying Yuji BUT they also wanted Gojo to be the one teaching sukuna about love

The theories about Yuji and Sukuna reincarnating together? They are now trying to make Gojo and Sukuna reincarnating together theories

They just want Yuji's role so much

They also want ANOTHER Gojo vs Sukuna fight but of course if Sukuna wins without "plot armor" they would still insult Sukuna because they would say Gege helped Sukuna

It's like, and I'm sorry if this offends, Gojo can't be a character without powerlevels or Sukuna, while Sukuna can actually stand in his own and funnily enough I'm seeing more and more sukuna stans saying to leave sukuna alone and stop associating gojo with him lol

sorry for the late reply, anon.

i'm right there with you on everything. i'm upset at how the toxic fans have ruined gojo's character for me. i used to even find gojo interesting, but ngl them always shouting that gojo is the best character in jjk and the most powerful/complex/best-developed just like... no. he's actually kind of generic? to me at least. he contains too many traits we see a lot in anime mentors. he's overly immature for laughs, sometimes disregards his students' safety or puts them in danger simply to show off (lol nanami would NEVER) and him being overly powerful is actually boring cause all these fans want nothing bad to happen to him ever and ig he was supposed to win against sukuna? what about yuuji? that was yuuji's fight, his fate. suddenly making it all about gojo would be the least interesting thing you can do.

now i respect people's different opinions and i know that liking a character means they probably want to have more things be about him, but that's what headcanon and fanfiction is for. they shouldn't send hate messages or even death threats to gege for killing gojo off. they should stop making everything about him in their heads and then projecting that onto the canon and calling anything that doesn't line up with it "bad writing." they should have just accepted canon wasn't telling the story they wanted and went off and made their own content if they really cared that much. being overly negative and tbh just toxic about everything was seriously the worst way to go.

like yeah i get it, jjk is frustrating to them, but has it even occurred they don't have to read it if it bothers them that much? they can just go read fics or doujinshi they think is better.

i also don't get all their comments about gojo not being grieved enough. i mean like, yuuji didn't have time to really grieve for his grandfather or for junpei and nanami and choso and like... everyone? it's not unique to just gojo. literally no one has had time to really process things. not only that, but fans are saying that it's so sad that gojo died being "just a tool" to the jjk world and no one mourning his fate. like... what about yuuji? his fate was to die because the higher-ups said so. so many other sorcerers were literally worked to death doing what they do, too, including (once again) nanami. gojo's tragedy is shared by almost everyone else. the whole jujutsu world treats people as tools. it's not only gojo.

and i agree with you that sukuna can stand better as a character on his own without needing all the power levels or fan favorite tropes gojo has. and that's mostly because gojo is designed to be perfect in the eyes of fans, but he just comes across as more shallow for it.

like take away his beauty and you'll more than likely have a lot less gojo fans. or take away his overwhelming power but still leave him arrogant and a show-off, and more people will be hating on him for being too overconfident with nothing to show for it (like they do to mai zenin).

but for sukuna, it doesn't matter if he's "ugly" or not. like yeah i love his look and i find him beautiful in all his different forms, but literally it doesn't matter to me. he could be as monstrous-looking as all the other curses and i wouldn't even think about it as a drawback at all bc his character is still amazing and interesting. i love that he makes up for being weaker by plotting things and taking advantage of what's around him. i don't consider that him having "plot armor" at all... he's actually using his mind and being a conniving villain, which makes him far more interesting than if he was just the most powerful at all times. i actually didn't like how he got so overwhelmingly powerful after killing gojo but i'm glad it didn't last for too long.

sorry for all the ranting anon, but i feel pretty strongly about this, too. i like gojo, he's an okay character, he does have interesting sides to him and i love that he's morally ambiguous, but he's not a "perfect character" and certain fans need to respect gege more and not hate on gege for not focusing on gojo 24/7.

[gods-no-longer-tread-here]

ohhh no but what if Weird Scifi/Feudal Japan/Distant Future au for JJK

warlord Ryomen Sukuna's twin brother goes and has a kid, then dies, and the mom vanishes, so he goes and casually swoops back into his hometown to grab his aging father and baby nephew and takes them back to his fortress. Baby Yuji is so much like his father as he grows that Sukuna can't help feeling like maybe Yuji is a reincarnation of Sukuna's twin/Yuji's own dad, so he just decides one day when Baby Yu is like five that instead of "Uncle Ryo", he's Baby Yu's big brother now.

Then they find out later that Yuji's mom was forced to bear nine other children when she was barely 16 and those boys are all grown up now and a pack of bloody-minded hermit mercenaries living in the mountains. Sukuna invites them to join his army and live in his fortress, protecting their lil brother, because he's heard rumors that other warlords are looking for ways to gain power over him, and he will NOT let them hurt Baby Yu. So an entire nine-man squad of elite mercenaries who exist to protect their brothers is the perfect way to keep Baby Yu safe. Foolproof!

(also the Cursed Womb Bros spend one day with 6yo Yuji and decide he's just the BEST and they will guard him with their lives. look how cute he is, trying to do jujutsu like his older brothers!! awww!! WAIT HOW DID HE THROW CHOSO THROUGH A WALL HE IS JUST BABBY)

Unfortunately ten years later Yuji is a wild child who likes to go exploring by himself outside the fortress, and one day he gets picked up by a roving squad of sorcerer-samurai who go "Hey this kid is alarmingly powerful, what the fuck" and they take him back to their boss as a prize. Their boss is Gojo. Gojo immediately recognizes that Yuji is the doted-on little brother that everyone's been trying to kill for a decade, and asks, "Do you wanna be a sorcerer, little buddy? :D"

And Yuji, who may be the nephew/brother of a violent warlord and raised by nine devoted murderers (and one grumpy grandfather), is also still an adorable ray of sunshine who had never known fear, so he's just like "HELL YEAH, I WANNA LEARN HOW TO DO COOL MAGIC FROM THE FUNNY MAN WEARING A BLINDFOLD"

and then in the end all of Japan is unified and at peace because the Bad Guys and the Good Guys (they're all bad guys) just love and appreciate Yuji so much that they're willing to do peace treaties if he asks, because otherwise he gets upset and That's Simply Not Allowed.

[anime-allover]

So, I was thinking about a scenario in which Sukuna (in his golden age) fell in love with a simple human. Sukuna loved her. Sukuna really loved her. What seemed impossible happened and he was completely in love with someone who, until then, he considered insignificant. However, that love did not last as long as Sukuna would like. The Jujutsu Sorcerers attacked, sealed him and for a thousand years he never knew what it was like to feel the skin of the one he loved. Now, he's back, stuck in the body of a boy who can control him, limited, without her. How bad could that be? Sukuna was simply bored and there was nothing he could do until the day that Yuuji decided to go for a walk with his friends. Everyone was having fun, but Sukuna felt more and more pissed off but then, by Yuuji's vision, he saw: her. The same eyes, the same hair, the same voice, the same body.

And Sukuna knew that he had found her again.

So, the request is: What would Sukuna do if he found the reincarnation of the love of his life after a thousand years?

(I'm sorry if it's too big 😩)

A/n: that's the longest request I have ever received, but I'll do it!! Sorry if I did wrong.

Warnings: slight Yuji x reader and cursing because its Sukuna

Human

Y/n was just in her special place. A place that's full of flowers listening to the night of nature that surrounds her.

Until someone want to break that sound of peace.

"Why is a mere human sitting here waiting for curses to feast?"

Of course the voice startled her, she got up from her spot and looked around her, trying to find the source.

Y/n then saw a figure walking out of the shadows that the trees have created. He was wearing a white and blue Kimono, he also have a blue scarf, with black sandals.

Don't forget get the tattoos

He look like a nice guy to you but you still have your guard up.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" You asked him.

He hummed and cracked his neck with his eyes closed.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" He asked back, he opened his eyes to look at you.

"I-I asked first," You looked into his red eyes.

He smirked, "I asked second," he started to walk towards you. "Now answer the question"

You hesitated but you answered.

"Y/n, and I'm always here, doing nothing"

He was now 3 feet close to you.

"Sukuna, and I can do whatever I want"

"Isn't that silly?" Sukuna got close to your face and his smirk only got a little dangerous and bigger.

"You have the guts to say that human?"

You leaned back a little with a slight blush.

"Aren't you a human too?"

Sukuna stopped smiling for a split second and but it came back and he leaned away from you.

"I am, but I'm not weak as one," he waved his hand at you.

"Then what are you?"

"You ask way too many questions," Sukuna sighed and falls into the field of flowers.

"W-wait one more question," you sat down, but you still have some distance between you two.

You heard him groaned but you continued.

"What are curses? I never seen one," you wait for him to answer, but he didn't.

"Sukuna," you called out to him. But he didn't answer.

"Su-"

"Didn't I said that you asked way too many questions" he finally responded. "If you can't see curses, what's the point of knowing them, idiot"

After his first encounter with you, he keeps visiting you at night, the same time, the same place.

Time keeps moving forward and as time move forward, Sukuna and Y/n only became closer. Well Sukuna think it's too close.

He keep feeling something in him as he keeps seeing you, smile, laugh, mad, sad, and scared. To be honest he was planning on killing you, but he didn't.

"What are you doing?" Sukuna was sitting in front of you as you was making something with the flowers.

"You'll see when I finish,"

A few seconds later.

"You're done yet?" He asked, with his elbow on his leg and his face in his hand.

"No," you simply answered him.

"You're taking too long" he complained.

"Too bad that you have to wait, huh?" You smiled. He just rolled his eyes.

Sukuna eyes went back to you. His eyes was focused on your face. He looked at your hair at how the wind picked it up. Then he travel down to your eye and how E/c it is, it looked like it was glowing under the moonlight. Then he moved more down to your lips. He stare intensely at them, he want to kiss them so bad, he knows that it might lead up to some bad consequences.

He got interrupted by your voice.

"I'm done!" You raised up the flower crown above you. He gave you a bored look.

"All that time for just a flower crown?"

"Well, yes" you raised up on your knees and leaned to him.

He felt your fingers in his hair as you put the crown on his head. He'll be lying if he say he wasn't blushing.

He's on edge, get didn't know if he can control himself any longer.

When you was finish you got back down and put your hands together.

"Now you're king!"

He blinked.

"King of what?"

"The king of something!" You laughed. Sukuna's eyes went narrow.

'Fuck it'

It all happened in a quick motion, but what matters is what he's doing and the results.

His lips was latched onto yours. You was shocked but you kissed back almost immediately.

Sukuna has found the love of his life.

But... Something happened.

Jujutsu sorcerers had attacked them both.

Sukuna had his guard down, he didn't felt their curse energy.

That event will be stuck in his head, forever, even if he died, he will still remember.

Because, that's the day he have lost the love of his life.

And that my friends brings us to the present.

Sukuna was just sitting on his throne. He sighed when the memories came over his head, her screams was still clear in his head.

'But its better than hearing their loud asses'

Sukuna look at Yuji's view with a bored look.

But something caught Yuji and his eyes.

A girl with H/c hair, and E/c eyes.

She was talking to her friends, Sukuna know that voice, and he know that body of hers. He have seen it plenty of times.

He have found the love of his life.

But Yuji have interrupted his thoughts.

'She looks cute'

Sukuna felt rage in him but when he was about to speak up, his mind clicked. His eyes widened with realization.

'Why does time feels like it's repeating it's self?'

Deep down he knows that's not exactly his love

'They'll meet, fall in love, then get killed by Jujutsu sorcerers' He started to laugh like a crazy person.

"This got to be some fucked up cruse!!!!" He yelled.

'Sukuna stop yelling!!" Yuji yelled at him.

Sukuna didn't even respond to him, not this time.

Unknowingly, tears was sliding down Sukuna's face.

'I have to see her die again...'

It's night.

Sukuna is walking down the same path that Yuji took. It didn't took that long to find the human on the ground, just like he first found her.

"Why is a mere human sitting here waiting for curses to feast?"

Time can only repeat

I got too in it, but I hope you like it! Thank you for requesting!!

[linkemon]

Ryōmen Sukuna x Reader (selfship)

Selfship made for Bajurka_ on Wattpad with a special wish for a romantic relationship with angst. It turned out toxic but I don’t think that Sukuna can be normal in any way XD

Friendly reminder that English is not my first languge. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

× You have known Sukuna from the beginning of his existence. You have reincarnated many times in over a thousand years, and fate always puts you in his way. This time you are an ordinary girl with the ability to see the curses.

× Ryomen calls your relationship love and some elements of it do indeed meet its usual definition, but you are by no means an average couple.

There is an unhealthy fascination on both sides. Yuji warns you about the King as he carries curse within him. It upsets you because you don't have the opportunity to talk freely and privately with your destiny.

× You sometimes remember fragments of your past lives.

Your lover was a real jealous type. He squashed competitors in his hand like ants. As well as anyone who might have threatened you.

Sometimes you liked it, sometimes you didn't. Much depends on the specific life. But your famous, dispassionate expression has always come in handy in these situations.

× The demon refuses to admit it, but at first he barely endured seeing you die. So much that he once did it himself so that no one else could make him suffer this way.

You remembered that blood, pain, and tears and reminded him of it. He has never done it again since then.

× Your fear of carrion has been troublesome. Especially with the amount of dead bodies you had to endure.

Sukuna sometimes waited with massacres until you were out of sight. He also happened to cover your eyes with his hand and fight like that. He found it protective and fun. It was a kind of a challenge for him.

× Being by his side, you didn't have to worry about crowds of strangers. Usually the people ran away, died or were simply too afraid to approach you.

× Sukuna’s attitude showed possessiveness. He held you by the waist just to show you were his. Sudden kisses were also on daily basis. He was rarely gentle on these matters...

× Your laughter for no specific reason is quite natural for him. He finds mankind funny, so why not giggle with you?

× He never let you feel low when it comes to self-esteem. You stood by his side and that was the highest possible compliment and it reminded of how important you were.

× You have many interests, because for centuries you could not decide what you like best. Some rudimentary knowledge of cooking, dancing, theatre and music is still there, creating an interesting mix. Sukuna was especially fond of your art. Both writing (old poems) and dance performances. He loved it when you prepared them especially for him.

× He never interrupted your sleep. He happened to look at you in the moonlight a lot. He stroked your hair, enjoying the moments when he found the remnants of peace within himself.

× Your relationship is complicated. You have already found each other in this life, but you are not sure what to do just yet. Especially with limited contact at the moment. You are waiting for the conflict between Ryomen and the Jujutsu Sorcerers to develop to see who comes out victorious. If Sukuna wins, you will eventually spend some time together and who knows...

[runabout-river]

Thoughts on JJK chapter 270 (spoilers)

Before I write my thoughts down, I have to confess that they've been tainted by a post I read I after reading the chapter. I decided to write the first part of my review as I had initially wanted to but the second part will discuss the things I read afterwards.

We start the chapter with a beautiful scene of a grave belonging to Tsumiki but my first thought was... what about Tsumiki's soul that had prevented Megumi from killing a girl?

If this is what Tsumiki's end and Megumi's final reaction to that would be, why did Gege bother including her soul as an active character into the story?

I also tried to find the raws to see what exactly was written on her grave. Only her surname? And was it also in English?

After that we get to Tengen and what happened to her and it was exactly here where my thoughts of this chapter went a big 🤨😵🧐🤬🤪

So Yuji just punched her out? And nothing more happened to her? The Culling Games are over? How did that happen? And through which remains would she stay stable? There was nothing left of Sukuna, at least nothing that had gone through Kenjaku's ritual. The only place she would be stable would still be inside Megumi. Her barriers are magically stable as well.

What a... neat ending to all those plot threads...

Then we come to Maki finding her past helpers and telling them that all the reincarnated sorcerers would be separated from their hosts by Yuji soon and...

That's against established canon. We already had the discussion that the souls of the host's can't be saved because they've been pushed down to complete darkness. Choso couldn't feel the soul of his host anymore and that was how the narrative absolved him from any wrongdoing because now he didn't have to give his body back for ethical reasons and he hadn't made an unethical deal to be reincarnated either.

Only Megumi was said to have a chance of being saved and no one else.

So now I'm here and scretching my head thinking... was Gege so desperate or time constipated to end the manga that he threw that point out? Or is sth else going on here...

We get Takaba back and he has a suspicious looking partner now, with whom he can do more comedy.

Now I don't think that's the real Kenjaku there. It's more likely that Takaba simply imposed that hairstyle on his new partner because he's missing his short time best friend.

For an actual Kenjaku comeback, he wouldn't have Geto's body anymore. Imo, Kenjaku did have spare bodies lying around he could've fled to at the last second though.

We get more loose ends being tied up and for Higuruma it's clemency. This is another point in the "everything turns out perfectly good for the good guys" part we have been bombarded with in this chapter.

I'm like, Gege, isn't this too much? Wasn't JJK darker than this? Even Shoko gave up her smokes. The military plot is just "we'll deal with them" and there's no mention of JJ societal instability with the clans falling apart.

Either he really wanted to wrap every loose end up... or

Gege forgets Megumi's scar on a pretty big panel and we get an anime love complication with one chapter remaining. It was funny though.

Then we come to the end where we're set up to believe that life of the first year trio will go on as it should've been without those major Shibuya/Shinjuku complications.

Just going on missions and living life like that.

Now, one could accept that kind of ending (why isn't that in chapter 271 though?) But it comes off as so... lackluster and mended with fire after big chunks of the plot were cut off.

After I had finished the chapter, I was the most disappointed at everything that had to do with Tengen and the CG. So Gege sets up that the sorcerer life will continue afterwards. Even without wanting a Part 2, just ending the CG and Tengen's story like that is... unnecessarily boring and wasted space for nearly everything that came before that.

But then I read @thepersonperson post on how the last 3 chapters of JJK could possibly have been an induced dream sequence this whole time.

Induced by Yuji through his ability of creating fake memories right before defeat/death. His own DE is an application of this and Sukuna's strangely similar ability of talking with freshly deceased people in a dreamscape.

When Yuji had first expanded his domain, I went on such a ramble at the time about these strange abilities of them both. What I said back then was that Yuji wasnt an active/aware participant of them but by now he had acquired Sukuna's CT and again a DE.

This could mean that his induced dream sequences could've evolved enough that he became aware of them instead of only pushing them into someone else. In other words:

Yuji is dreaming of his best happy ending.

And here truly experiences that but he can't tell until now that it's a dream. He might very well be lying on the ground now about to die.

The post I linked adds more details to this theory like inconsistent character placements and "mistakes" like Megumi's scar suddenly missing, which would be commonplace in a dream.

That last picture up there with the guy who's supposed to be cursed but it was actually his girlfriend who had her perception of reality altered as well as the name of this chapter, would be the final hints about the last few chapters having been another glitch in perception.

Now only one week is left then we'll get our final answers to JJK. If this dream theory is true, then Gege will establish himself as the biggest troll, either with a JJK 2 or with a tragic ending.

(And if this really comes true, then I don't think I'll manage to escape the spoilers)

But whatever might come and even though I'm meh about the end (as it's presented to us right now) I still love JJK and immensely enjoyed reading, watching and engaging with it 😄

[honeymyheaven]

reincarnation au with sukuna

demons don't fall in love too often maybe never. for the king of curses to fall for someone it was unheard of, not something anyone knew about. God had punished him for it. He would never be able to spend any time with his loved one...not after they had sinned as well. Every time they meet, he would be forced to watch them die again and again and again. Sometimes they'd remember him, arms stretched out and calling his name, telling him how they loved him and how they'll surely meet again. Other times they would simply perish without reason or memory, just another fatality of the world.

If there was one good that was brought by his dismemberment and sealing of body parts it would be that all your incarnations got to lead happy long lives. While always feeling like something was missing, never quite satisfied with the people they were dating, never quite able to love their partners to the full extent of the emotion, they remained alive.

So when he was absorbed by Yuji, he was sure there would be no way he could meet you. There's no way they'd be in this world of curses and demons...hell you couldn't even see curses other than him...surely you're safe. What he didn't know is that with time and with every incarnation, the inner desire of the original made cursed energy grow and grow.

he cried when he saw you through yujis eyes, his chest tightening, knowing now your end would be near and he would be forced to watch you die again. No matter how he tried to save you...you would die again. The almighty king of curses reduced to a quivering mess of tears...yes God truly is cruel.

[infinitebells]

Hello, I really like your blog a lot! If you still take them, I'd like to make a request. How about William Moriarty, Sherlock Homes, and Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen) neglecting their s/o because they are busy. But they make it up to them with a sensual and passionate night (nsfw pls). I hope this is okay. Take care! <3

oh yes this is brilliant. also i'm going to keep this gender neutral since a gender wasn't specified so it's smut very under the cut.

william

✧ at first you’re well aware that he hasn’t been spending time with you because he’s busy

✧ however, as time goes on, the self doubt gnaws at the back of your mind, and you don’t even realize just how much it’s been affecting you until you can’t even get out of bed one day

✧ all that runs through your head is that he’s probably neglecting you because he’s fallen out of love

✧ william’s been far to busy to see how much his lack of affection has affected you

✧ it isn’t until you can’t even look up at the table during breakfast to say hi to him, and when you do finally look up there are dark bags under your eyes and your eyes are extremely bloodshot

✧ when you see how he's staring at you in shock, you flee the table and lock yourself in your room for the entire day

✧ it isn't until it's almost midnight when william finally goes into your room, his mind running a mile a minute, that he realizes just how badly you've been feeling

✧ the entire day he had been thinking of ways to make it up to you, so by the time he's in bed with you, he already knows what to do

"my love, i'm sorry for neglecting you so much. allow me to show you how much i love you ok?" he says from on top of you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, swollen from you biting them. it was a nervous habit you had developed over the years.

"what do you mean?" your voice is soft, and he can hear the exhaustion in it.

"let me take care of you for the night okay?" he doesn't wait for an answer, unbuttoning the shirt you were wearing. he was pleased to see it was one from his own closet. his lips move from yours, traveling down your jawline and tracing the line of your neck. he hears a content sigh from you, and he smiles against your skin as he continue his path down your neck.

"will, if you don't love me anymore just tell me," his eyes widen as your words, one hand coming to rest next to your head as the other gently massages your hip.

"i'm so madly in love with you i can't imagine my life without you," he breathes out, moving back down to trail kisses down your naked front. "i'm so sorry i haven't been treating you the way you properly deserve," he murmurs against your skin. your honest whimpers shake your body upon feeling william's lips against your clothed groin, and you can feel his soft smile against you.

"let me treat you like the royalty you are,"

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sherlock

✧ he gets so caught up in his cases that he honest to god just forgets about anything else in his life

✧ he once forgot john at a restaurant they were having lunch at because he saw someone struggling with a mugger trying to steal their bag and he sprinted out to go help

✧ so you're used to him being an airhead sometimes and forgetting about spending time with you

✧ however, this time around it had been going on for weeks, and it was almost like you didn't even exist at this point

✧ the self conscious feeling had been eating away at you, and john had started to notice how you skipped meals with him and sherlock and how you rarely left your room unless it was to lock yourself in miss hudson's room

✧ once watson pointed this out to sherlock, he felt extremely stupid because how could he be so neglectful of his wonderful partner?

✧ he decides to surprise you, making sure you were tucked safely in miss hudson's room for the day so he could have time to prepare the surprise

"what is this?" your voice was shaky, the dry sobs from earlier still shaking your body. the room you shared with sherlock was awash in the gentle glow of candles on every available surface, and rose petals traced a path to the bed. sherlock was laid on top of the made up bedding, and sherlock himself was spread out on his side, his elbow on the bed as his hand supported his head. he was shirtless, loose pants barely covering his bottom half, and a beautiful red rose stuck between his teeth. it was a scene straight out of a romance novel.

"i'm making up for being a horrible, horrible boyfriend for the past few weeks," he informs you, the rose falling out of his mouth as his hand beckons you to the bed. you hesitantly edge forward, kneeling down on the bed in front of him. he could see how tense you were, body trembling as tears flooded your eyes. he got up from his spot on the bed, sitting cross legged as he drags you onto his lap, hands finding your face and holding you gently. he was scared if he held any tighter he'd shatter your delicate, beautiful aura.

"n-no, if you don't want to be together any-" his hand moves, palm covering your mouth as he shakes his head.

"you're not getting rid of me that easily. i'm here to stay, and i'm going to make up for not being there for you. i was a very stupid boyfriend, and i'm going to show you how much i love you," he murmurs quietly, hand tilting your head back as his lips find your neck. his touch is barely there, but as one hand finds your hip and the other holds your jaw in place to the side, you're aware of the fact that he's just getting started. he switches from kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder to biting down, hard, and pushing your hips down onto his. you can feel his bulge beneath you, and the moan that falls from your lips is involuntary.

"sherlock," you mumble out, eyes fluttering closed. his kisses and nips grow harder, and his hips gyrate up into yours at a steady pace. both of your breaths pick up, and both of his hands land on your hips and push you down harshly onto his. the groan that rumbles through his chest sounds heavenly, and it pulls a whine out of you.

"fuck darling, i missed you so much," he whispers against your neck, tugging at your night shirt before pulling it off completely. you're both topless, bare torsos pushed together as his finally pulls his face out of your neck and meets your gaze.

"i missed you too detective holmes," you tease, grinding your own hips down onto his. he groans loudly, flipping you two over. rose petals fly up beside you at the force, but your attention is on the man above you, and the aroused smirk plastered across his face.

"oh, i definitely missed this," he says before yanking your pants down harshly.

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gojo

✧ gojo-sensei honestly has a maximum of three thoughts in his head at all times, and no he's not stupid he just cannot focus on too many things at once or he'll get severely overwhelmed

✧ so between dealing with a reincarnated yuji, hiding his existence from the higher-ups, and dealing with multiple unregistered special grade curses, he just has not had extra time to spend with you

✧ you're well aware and understanding of his added stress, but your insecurities plague you despite knowing this

✧ the logical part of you knows he's just busy, but your negative thoughts simply weighed you down to the point where both yuji and nanami could see how tired you were

✧ gojo only realized how neglected you had been feeling when sukuna popped up on yuji's cheek to make a snide comment about how if gojo wasn't going to take care of his s/o properly, then sukuna would gladly take over for him

✧ immediately rushes home to spend the rest of the night with you

the frantic pounding on your shared bedroom does nothing to rouse you, and when gojo finally unlocks the door and rushes into the room, you're still laying on the bed with your back facing him.

"sweetheart?" his voice is soft, and you feel the bed dip behind you. you stay facing the wall, desperately hoping he won't see the tears sliding across your face. you're proved wrong when his hand tugs on your shoulder, moving you so you're on your back and his face is hovering over yours. his blindfold is hanging around his neck, blue eyes gazing into yours.

"yeah?" you can't stop how your voice cracks, and it only serves to further embarrass you. his face drops, arms pulling you close to him so that your body is beneath his as he hovers over you, one arm propping him up. the other hand rests on your cheek, and you can't help the onslaught of tears that follows his affection. your eyes squeeze shut, and you barely suppress a sob.

"shh, shh, no baby don't cry, i'm so sorry for how i've been acting. i've been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad boyfriend," he says, and his heart softens as he hears a small laugh from you at the reference to one of your favorite movies. "seriously sweetheart, i'm incredibly sorry for not spending time with you. am i allowed to show you how much i love you?" he asks, and when you open your eyes, you can't miss the signature mischievous glint in his startling blue eyes.

"how so?" he gazes down at your wide eyes, tears glistening on your lower lashline and mouth slightly agape in wonder. you look unbelievably beautiful, even in your sadness.

"by doing this," he leans down, kissing you deeply. you immediately respond, reveling in the sweet, familiar taste of the raspberry-flavored chapstick smeared across his lips. you don't taste it for long as his lips move to your neck, hands slithering down your body to yank at the sleep shorts sitting on your hips. once they're down, he leans back, throwing your legs over his shoulders as his lips press onto your groin through your underwear. you gasp at the feeling, warmth pooling in your gut. he smirks, hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs.

"and what exactly is this?" you're breathless as this point, face warm and legs borderline trembling as his face sits so close to your crotch.

"the physical act of love," his eyebrows wiggle seductively, and neither of you can keep your laughs in. even when he presses another kiss to your clothed area, you'll both always find humor in the love you share together. and gojo had missed seeing you laugh with his head between your legs. he was planning on imprinting the entire night into his brain after it was over.

[runabout-river]

Sukuna's Transformation

Is a one-time deal that transforms any reincarnated sorcerer to their original bodies. Because this transformation is complete (more to that later), it creates a loophole on injuries that the sorcerer might've sustained previously.

This loophole grants the sorcerer the ability to heal any injuries once(!) without the use of RCT, just like Sukuna did against Kashimo. Sukuna wasn't able anymore to heal his eye and hand, so Kashimo pushed him to get his hidden weapon and then to transform.

So what does this mean for Megumi?

I had an interesting talk about this and about the notion that exists in some circles in the fandom that Megumi has died with this transformation. Outside of that being a nonsensical statement in regards to what has been shown so far of Megumi, it also ignores a giant setback this transformation had from the very beginning:

It couldn't free Sukuna from Yuji

Sukuna had free reign of Yuji's body three times: at the detention center, in Shibuya and on the rooftop with Angel. At no point did he ever think of his transformation as the solution to his imprisonment, in other words: he can still be suppressed even in his original form.

Megumi can take back control of his body which will most likely reverse the transformation.

This transformation can only be done once, and it can't be repeated even if you only did it partly. Gege said in his author's comment that Yorozu didn't transform after getting slashed by Mahoraga because she had already transformed all of her body except her face.

This makes sense, as Tsumiki had been in a coma for 1 and a half years, her body would've been too weak to use effectively. Her face Yorozu kept to get an emotional advantage over Megumi and Yuji.

Sukuna might get another transformation loophole for himself if he consumes his last finger, setting the one-time deal back to zero because a new cursed object has entered the equation. There is another question though that's open right now:

Does the transformation touch the brain?

If yes, then Sukuna will be able to use his Domain Expansion against Yuji and Higuruma as long as he still has enough cursed energy, which he most likely has. This could mean though that he might loose access to the 10 Shadows Technique.

If no, then it's another point for Megumi getting his body back in his image and it also makes the Sukuna vs Gojo fight more equal. Let's remember, Sukuna lost his ability to cast his Domain because of brain damage he wasn't able to heal after getting hit by Unlimited Void.

If in this moment he could've transformed to get his DE back, then Gojo would've been cut toast way earlier. Now, Sukuna could've simply chosen to fight on without transforming but I doubt that he would've held Gojo in such high regards in the end if Gojo hadn't pushed him to his limits.

So, there you have it. The transformation is not the holy grail of fix-its and Megumi will come back.