you have to do that yuji x sukunas wife reincarnation thing it has been haunting my mind since you posted it
also oh my gosh congrats on 500! im so happy for you!
Yuji noticed the pattern before he understood it.
At first it was just a subtle thing—very easy to miss if you weren't sharing your body with the most infamous sorcerer in Jujutsu history. But a strange heaviness would settle in his chest like something old had woken up and didn't know where it was.
And scariest of all—Sukuna would go quiet.
Not the smug, waiting-to-pounce silence. This was waaaay too different. This was the kind of silence that pressed against Yuji's ribs from the inside, curling inward and dragging blocked memories that most certainly weren't his through his bloodstream.
And it always happened when you were near.
You'd sit beside Nobara during lectures, whispering silly comments you probably thought no one would hear. You'd spar with Maki and get knocked flat on your back, laughing breathlessly as you complained about how she was just too strong. You'd offer Yuji snacks after he'd trained and Sukuna–
Well, Sukuna did nothing, for once. He just watched.
The first time Yuji confronted him about it, he was running laps around the training field, lungs burning.
"What's your problem?" Yuji demanded internally.
Sukuna didn't respond, and Yuji can only imagine he was sat all huffy like a baby.
"Seriously," He dragged on as he slowed to a jog, "You've been creeping me out man, say something."
Finally, Sukuna's voice echoed around his mind, voice low and restrained, "Why do you let her walk so close to you?"
Yuji nearly tripped, "Huh? Who?"
"That girl," He muttered, "The one taken in by that damned Gojo. She shouldn't be near someone like me."
Yuji stopped moving entirely, "Seriously? I thought you like– loved eating women?"
He waited for anything in response but all that came yet again was that dull ache pressing against his sternum.
"You're seriously bumming me out," Yuji huffed, "Knock it off."
Is he pushing his limits? A bit—but he's experimenting, thank you very much. He's honestly surprised hes even alive at this point. Why the hell is Sukuna letting him speak to him like just one of his friends? Even that was bugging him, and usually it annoyed him to no end.
At least he probably won't go on a killing spree anytime soon?
By the end of the month Yuji was losing his mind.
He was sprawled on the dorm rooftop beside Megumi, staring at the clouds like they personally offended him.
"I'm not saying I actually will," Yuji defended himself, "But sometimes when I'm high up I look down and think 'wow, that would solve so many problems'."
The boy next to him didn't even look up from feeding Divine Dog, "You're not funny."
"I'm not trying to be!" Yuji protested, "I just– he's so annoying right now! I preferred when he bullied me all the time."
Megumi finally sighed, "Is it because of her, still?"
"Yeah! It's so annoying. I love– I love spending time with her but I can't even enjoy it because this guy is just so moody."
Megumi frowned slightly as he lifted his head, "Does it only happen around her?"
"Yes!" Yuji shot upright, hands supporting his weight, "Literally no one else!"
Megumi stared at him for a moment, eyes sharp, "You should tell Gojo."
Yuji groaned at his advice, flopping back down, "I'd rather actually jump."
Gojo found out anyways, of course.
Yuji should have known something was wrong when his teacher actually showed up to training on time.
"Soooo," Gojo hummed, hands clasped behind his back as he rocked back and forth on his heels, "You've been having a rough few weeks, huh?"
Yuji froze mid warm-up, head lifting slowly, "What do you mean..."
"Oh, you know. Mood swings, existential dread whenever you're around a certain disciple of mine."
Yuji practically jumped to his feet, "You knew?!"
"I suspected," Gojo corrected, "But now I'm sure."
Yuji clenched his fists, "Do you know why?!"
Gojo leaned down slightly, practically chest-to-chest to the boy, "She's a reincarnation," He whispered dramatically.
Gojo smiles softened just a fraction, "Sukuna's wife."
Inside Yuji's mind, Sukuna was huffing and puffing in a way that reminded him of a toddler being told they actually can't shove a whole cupcake into their mouth.
"You're kidding," Yuji whispered back, "You're being mean again."
"Nope. And before you ask—she doesn't know. Only toi, moi, and Sukuna."
Yuji laughed weakly, "So you're telling me I'm being emotionally hijacked by a grieving, ancient widow."
"I am not a widow. She's alive. I know it," Sukuna snapped in his mind before falling silent again.
Gojo glanced at Yuji and hummed, "She doesn't remember anything about him. She's just...who she is now."
Yuji turned slowly toward the other end of the where you were laughing with Nobara, completely unaware that your meer existence was unravelling the King of Curses from the inside out.
Inside, something in his chest twisted painfully, "You could have warned me."
Gojo grinned, "But its fuunnnn."
After that, Yuji managed to control his emotions a bit better—well, he was still sad all the time, but he wouldn't let Sukuna get in the way anymore.
It still annoyed him how whenever you smiled at him, Sukuna ached. Every time you leaned too close, Sukuna physically made him recoil like touching you would kill him.
Sometimes, Yuji wakes up to his thoughts running wild with a figure just like you—but older, more mature and adorned in traditional robes. He wasn't sure if his chest feeling heavy and the grief sitting heavy in his throat and eyes was Sukuna or him feeling bad.
"You miss her," Yuji said quietly one night into the cold air around him.
"I miss what I begrudgingly left behind."
Yuji clenched his jaw, "She's not your wife. She's her own person."
That answer actually surprised him.
One evening, after a mission, Yuji sat on the dorm steps while you talked animatedly about something trivial.
Sukuna watched through Yuji's eyes, silent as he managed to take you in properly for the first time.
The damn kid was right—you're not her. Your features were softer, your voice squeakier, and as much as you share every quality possibly imaginable to his wife even down to the cursed technique you adorned—you weren't her. You were far too different.
But you would end up looking like her someday.
"Don't ever let me hurt her."
Yuji exhaled slowly as you continue rambling on about some movie coming out in June, his smile matching the one currently plastered onto your face.
"Awh, you've gone all soft."
"Be careful with your words."
"I'm sorry please don't kill me."
a/n : omg im writing again yay !! new layout also ty for all the asks guys its so motivating ty chat !!
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