✧ ── 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ── ✧
⟢ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: Sukuna x fem!reader
⟢ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 :: dark romance ・ angst ・ supernatural ・ reincarnation AU ・ obsessive love ・ psychological tension
⟢ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ::
possessive behavior . toxic love . reincarnation . violence . bloodshed . emotional obsession . jealousy . manipulation . fate . loneliness . emotional dependency . eventual smut . corruption of love . “you belong to me” energy .
⟢ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ::
dark content ahead . toxic relationships . emotional abuse . cheating mentions . manipulation . obsessive behavior . blood & gore . violence . death . possessiveness . verbal degradation/name calling . unhealthy attachment . stalking behavior . panic/anxiety themes . explicit language . eventual smut. ANGST.
The apartment had long since fallen silent. The television downstairs had shut off hours ago.
Tokyo’s city lights barely slipped through the curtains now, casting faint silver shadows across the room while soft rain tapped quietly against the window. and there, tangled beneath dark sheets you slept peacefully in Sukuna’s arms. His body rested behind yours, large and warm against your back while one arm remained wrapped tightly around your waist.
Like even in sleep, some part of him feared you disappearing if he loosened his grip. Your breathing was soft and steady. Every now and then, your body unconsciously melted closer into his warmth, seeking him out even deeper in your sleep.
And every single time you did that, an unfamiliar feeling returned to Sukuna’s chest. That dangerous softness..The one only you could pull from him. His face rested partly against your hair while his fingers lazily brushed along your stomach beneath the soft pajamas you wore to bed. Slow and gentle circles tracing your soft skin, almost absentmindedly.
Like he was reassuring himself you were still there. But deep within sleep, a familiar memory finally came to collect him once again. and suddenly he was no longer in Tokyo.
Warm summer wind drifted through ancient temple halls lined with gold and crimson silk. The scent of incense burned softly in the air while distant bells echoed faintly somewhere beyond the palace gardens, centuries ago.
Back when Sukuna still believed himself incapable of loving anything. and then there you were. Not dressed like royalty. Not dressed like a warrior. Just… you. Kneeling quietly near the outer garden with your sleeves rolled slightly past your wrists while carefully sorting medicinal herbs into little baskets beside an elderly healer.
Sunlight poured over your skin so softly it almost looked unreal, and Sukuna remembered exactly what irritated him first. You weren’t afraid of him..Everybody else feared him. Servants lowered their heads. Sorcerers trembled. Entire villages prayed they’d never cross his path. But you?
You barely looked impressed. In fact you didn’t even notice him at first. That alone was enough to stop him in his tracks. Sukuna stood silently near the garden entrance watching you laugh softly at something the old healer said while your fingers continued separating flowers and herbs carefully. You were so gentle, and warm in his eyes.
Nothing like the bloodstained world he existed in. and for reasons he still couldn’t explain even now he kept watching. Then finally, you looked up. Your eyes met his, and the old healer beside you immediately froze in terror. The baskets dropped from his hands. “S-Sukuna---” But you tilted your head curiously instead. Studying him, like you were trying to figure him out. Sukuna remembered the exact moment irritation twisted inside his chest.
Because instead of running..instead of dropping down to your knees begging for your life to be spared..instead of worshipping him, you simply looked at him and said, “...You’re taller than the stories said.”
The healer beside you looked seconds away from death. But you? You just brushed dirt from your hands calmly before standing to your feet.
And Sukuna, the King of Curses himself actually stared at you and was speechless for the first time in centuries. Because no one had ever spoken to him so casually before. Silence immediately fell across the garden.
The elderly healer beside you went pale so quickly it almost worried you. He immediately dropped to his knees, forehead pressing against the ground. “M-My king, please forgive us---”
Only then did you realize who exactly stood before you. The King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna. Your eyes widened slightly before you quickly bowed politely in respect. “My apologies, my king,” you said softly. “My name is Y/N.”
Sukuna stared at you quietly, longer than necessary. Then slowly he tilted his head. “…Y/N,” he repeated lowly, like he was testing how your name felt in his mouth. “Hm.”
Something unreadable flickered behind those crimson eyes. “Interesting.” Beside you, the healer still trembled violently against the ground. “Please, my king,” he begged shakily. “She meant no disrespect, we beg for forgiveness---”
But Sukuna merely looked away lazily, “There’s no need for that.” The healer looked genuinely stunned. Because Sukuna was not known for mercy. Especially not over disrespect. Yet somehow, you remained completely calm standing in front of him. and that alone fascinated him. after that day..it became strange.
Because Sukuna kept returning. At first, you thought it was a coincidence. Then maybe just a little curiosity. Then eventually, you realized he was coming specifically to see you. Some days he’d stand silently beneath the garden trees while you sorted herbs beside the healer.
Other days, he’d walk beside you through the mountain paths while you gathered flowers and medicinal roots into woven baskets. At first, you barely spoke, but eventually you started explaining things to him. “These leaves help with fevers.”
“This flower is poisonous if prepared incorrectly.” Sukuna listened quietly while watching your fingers carefully sort through plants with gentle precision. “...And this one?” he asked one afternoon while holding up a dark purple flower between clawed fingers.
You looked over briefly before immediately snatching it from his hand. “That one kills people.” Sukuna then laughed lowly. “Well,” he mused, watching you carefully place the flower away, “that explains why I've grown fond of it.” You rolled your eyes. “You shouldn’t joke about things like that.”
“and yet,” he stepped slightly closer, “you’re the one teaching me about poisonous flowers.” Warmth crawled up your neck embarrassingly fast. and Sukuna noticed immediately. From that point forward, fate seemed determined to keep pulling you toward one another. One night together turned into many. Many nights turned into another, Sukuna rarely slept deeply. Not for centuries.
Most nights consisted of silence, wandering palace halls, or sitting awake while the rest of the world foolishly believed itself safe beneath the cover of darkness. But laying there beside you tonight… sleep came easier.
The warm weight of your body rested against his chest while moonlight spilled softly across tangled sheets and exposed skin. One of your legs remained thrown lazily across his waist while your breathing brushed gently against his neck.
Sukuna’s fingers traced absentminded circles against your bare back while his crimson eyes studied your sleeping face quietly. He still found it so strange. How someone so delicate managed to quiet something so violent inside him.
Then slowly your eyes fluttered open. You smiled sleepily the second you saw him staring. “...You’re doing it again.”
“Watching me sleep.” Sukuna smirked faintly. “And?” You rolled your eyes softly before hiding your face briefly against his chest. “And? it's rude to stare at a sleeping lady.”
“And yet,” his hand slid lower against your waist possessively, “you keep sleeping in my bed.” Warmth spread across your cheeks instantly. Sukuna loved that. Loved how easily he could pull reactions from you. Especially when you tried pretending he couldn’t.
Then softly your hand drifted downward. Resting against your stomach. The movement immediately caught Sukuna’s attention. For a moment neither of you spoke.
Because suddenly the reality of it settled over the room all over again. You were with child…His child. Something terrifyingly fragile and impossibly precious growing inside you. Sukuna’s gaze lowered toward your stomach quietly before he leaned down, pressing a slow kiss against it.
“You should stay here permanently,” he murmured against your skin. You blinked softly. “Hm?”
“No more clan missions.” His voice remained calm. Matter-of-fact. He spoke like the decision had already been made. “No more fighting. No more sorcerers trying to use you.” His eyes lifted toward yours again. “You’ll stay beside me.” Something warm tightened painfully in your chest. Because part of you wanted that more than anything.
Sukuna continued quietly..“You can spend your days making those ridiculous medicines you like so much.” You laughed softly. “They are not ridiculous.”
“Half of them smell terrible.”
“And half of your palace is covered in blood. We all have flaws.” That actually made him laugh. Low and rough beneath his breath. Then his hand slid over yours where it rested against your stomach. “You’ll have whatever you want.”
Your chest tightened. “Sukuna---”
“I’m serious.” The room became quieter then. “Whatever life you want.” His thumb brushed slowly against your knuckles. “You’ll never have to fight for anyone ever again.”
And there it was, that terrifying sincerity he only allowed you to see. “You’ll simply be my wife.” The words settled heavily between you. Like he truly couldn’t imagine a future anymore where you didn’t belong beside him.
Your eyes softened instantly. “…I should go speak with my father first.” Sukuna’s expression darkened slightly because he never liked your father. Never trusted him. But eventually he exhaled quietly. “Fine.”
Then he pulled you closer against him again immediately afterward. Like some instinct inside him already hated the thought of you leaving his sight. “Don’t take long.”
You smiled softly against his chest. “I won’t. I promise I’ll be back soon” and that unknowingly..became the last promise you ever made to him.
As time passed, Sukuna grew impatient. At first, he told himself you were simply talking too much. You always did that whenever emotions got involved. Maybe your father was arguing. Maybe you were trying to calm him down.
Maybe you were defending your choice. Still something restless twisted inside Sukuna’s chest. Because deep down, he couldn’t understand why there would even be conflict. Why would anyone say no to your happiness?
Especially now. Especially since you were with child...His child.The thought alone softened him for only a moment before irritation returned again. Your father had spent years trying to mold you into a weapon for the clan and Sukuna hated that.
Hated the thought of your soft hands stained with blood instead of herbs and medicine. You deserved a choice. You deserved a peaceful life. You deserved a life untouched by war. and Sukuna had every intention of giving it to you.
Finally..unable to wait any longer he left the palace. The night air was cool against his skin as he walked the familiar path you always took back to him. At first, everything seemed normal. Then….he smelled blood. Sukuna stopped instantly. Every muscle in his body locked. No. No no no---In less than a second he was there.
and suddenly the world ended, because there you were. Collapsed along the stone pathway beneath the moonlight. A pool of crimson spread endlessly beneath your body, soaking through pale silk while one trembling hand remained stretched weakly forward like you had tried to crawl away.
Two clan guards lay slaughtered nearby. Their bodies were torn apart so brutally the earth itself was stained red around them. Even dying you fought…Of course you did. Sukuna stared at you silently standing completely still.
Like his mind refused to process what his eyes were seeing. Then slowly his knees hit the ground, and the weight of the world dropped with him. Nearby homes cracked violently from the pressure of his cursed energy alone.
The earth trembled beneath him, but Sukuna barely noticed. Because his hands were already reaching for you. Carefully…far more carefully than a monster like him deserved, he lifted your body into his arms. You were still warm.
His hand immediately pressed against your stomach. Nothing. Then to your chest. Nothing. No heartbeat. No movement. No life. And somehow..the silence around him deepened.
Sukuna had always been quiet by nature. But this? This silence was unbearable. Like the entire world itself had stopped breathing alongside you. Then the memories started.
Your laugh echoing through palace halls. Your hands tangled in his robes while teasing him for being “too serious.” The way you smiled sleepily at him in the mornings. The way you whispered .. “I’ll come right back.” Sukuna’s jaw clenched violently.
Because you promised. You promised you’d come back to him. A low sound finally escaped his throat then. Not rage..Something far worse. Pure, soul-crushing grief. The kind that hollowed a man out from the inside.
Slowly Sukuna stood while holding your body bridal style against his chest. His robes became soaked with your blood almost instantly. But he didn’t care. Because everything human left inside him had died beside you on that path.
The love of his life was gone. His child…was gone, and the heart he never believed he possessed now tightened so violently inside his chest it felt unbearable. Like it might explode from the pain alone. Sukuna looked down at your lifeless face one final time.. and somewhere deep inside him something merciless awakened completely.
Humanity had stolen his world from him. Soon humanity would learn exactly what kind of mistake they had made against the King of Curses.
After your death Ryomen Sukuna became something humanity could no longer comprehend. An entire calamity. The King of Curses became the most feared name spoken across the Heian Era, his massacres so brutal entire villages prayed rather than fought when they heard he was near.
There was no mercy left in him after that night. Nothing human survived your death. Sukuna after you was empty, cold and detached. The kind of monster that slaughtered without expression and walked away without looking back.
Humanity had ripped his heart from his chest. So he spent centuries ripping the world apart in return. Clans continued offering him women afterward. Hoards and Hoards of Concubines.
Beautiful daughters dressed in silk and gold, gifted to him like peace offerings from terrified families desperate to survive his wrath. But Sukuna never touched them. Not even once.
He barely even acknowledged them. The women lived entire lifetimes within his palace untouched, unseen, unwanted. Some eventually died of old age there. None of them mattered. Because every single time Sukuna looked at another woman…all he saw was what they were not.
They were not you. They did not laugh like you. Did not speak to him like you. Did not reach for his hand in sleep like you, and worst of all..they were alive. While you weren’t. So Sukuna stopped looking at people entirely after that. Stopped allowing himself attachment. And maybe that was why the dream…no this nightmare, hurt so badly.
Because even after all this time..he still remembered exactly how it felt to lose you.
Sukuna woke abruptly. A sharp breath leaving his chest while his eyes opened instantly into darkness. For a second pure panic gripped him. Then he felt you, still sleeping soundly. Still curled safely in his arms.
Relief hit him so hard it almost hurt. Then slowly, Sukuna pulled you closer against his chest, burying his face briefly near your hair while his arm tightened around your waist possessively. Like he was reassuring himself this was real.
That you were real. Not another nightmare. Not another memory. His crimson eyes studied your sleeping face quietly for a long moment before he whispered low enough that only the darkness heard him: “I waited centuries for you to return to me, my love.” His fingers brushed softly along your cheek. “and nothing will ever take you from me again.”
But you remained completely asleep. Knocked out comfortably against him while soft morning light slowly began creeping through the curtains.
Eventually you stirred first. Your brows furrowed sleepily while sunlight warmed your face. and immediately you realized Sukuna was still there. Still holding you, one arm wrapped around your waist closing you in while his face was buried in the back of your neck.
A normal person probably would’ve panicked. Told him to get the hell out of there. Questioned why he was in their bed. But instead you felt a strange sense of comfort. Like some deep hidden part of you already knew what it felt like to wake up in his arms.
Your body almost instinctively melted deeper against him before your brain caught up. Wait. What the hell are you doing? Get it together y/n. Then you shifted slightly to sit up, and Sukuna woke almost instantly once you moved.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. Sunlight poured across both of your faces while sleep still lingered softly between you. Then finally you smiled faintly. “Get enough beauty sleep?” Sukuna stared at you lazily for a second before answering. “Plenty.”
His voice came out rough from sleep. Deep enough that warmth immediately spread through your thighs again. Then casually he reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from your face. His fingers lingered slightly too long near your cheek. “Did you?”
Your cheeks warmed embarrassingly fast. You rolled your eyes quickly to hide it. “Whatever.” Sukuna smirked faintly. Then you suddenly remembered your phone. “Oh---wait.” You sat up more fully. “Have you seen my phone?”
Sukuna pointed lazily toward the other side of the room. You climbed out of bed expecting anxiety immediately. Missed calls or more messages from Jacob. But when you finally unlocked your phone there was nothing.
Nothing from Jacob at all. Your brows furrowed slightly. “…Weird.” You honestly expected him to spam your phone after last night.
But instead you were left with silence. What you didn’t know was that every single message Jacob attempted sending now went directly to Sukuna instead. They were all blocked and intercepted. Controlled completely without your knowledge.
And somewhere far away Jacob’s phone sat abandoned and bloodstained beside a shattered shrine gate. Erased from the world so completely it almost felt like he never existed at all.
After setting your phone down onto the counter, you could still feel him staring at you. Like daggers pressing into the back of your neck. Slowly, you turned your head over your shoulder toward him. Before you could even ask what his problem was Sukuna spoke first.
“Get dressed.” His voice was low from sleep, rough enough to send warmth curling low in your stomach again. “There’s somewhere I want to take you.”
You blinked at him suspiciously. “…Why should I go anywhere with you?”
Sukuna tilted his head slightly at that. Then slowly he stepped closer. Gosh he was so broad and intimidating. “Interesting,” he murmured, crimson eyes locking onto yours, “You say that so confidently while your body is telling me something else .” The sarcasm in his tone made your eye twitch slightly.
Because he knew exactly what he was doing, and somehow that irritated you more because deep down…you did want to go. Which was ridiculous. You barely knew this man. At least that’s what you kept trying to tell yourself.
So instead, you turned quickly toward the bathroom before he could see the conflict on your face. “Fine,” you muttered. “Just give me a few minutes.”
Behind you, Sukuna smirked faintly. Then you disappeared into the bathroom. The hot water from the shower relaxed your muscles almost instantly, steam filling the room while your thoughts spiraled embarrassingly fast.
Why did you care so much what he thought today? You found yourself doing extra. Scrubbing carefully. Moisturizing from head to toe. Making sure your curls sat perfectly once you pinned them up into a messy bun. and when you finally stepped in front of the mirror afterward wearing a fitted white tank top, tiny Juicy Couture shorts, and white flip-flops your eyes drifted toward the black heart necklace resting against your skin.
Your fingers brushed against it softly. Then you stared at yourself for a long moment before quietly inhaling. “Just stop overthinking it,” you muttered under your breath. “Jacob made his choice.” And somehow saying that aloud hurt less than it should’ve.
When you finally stepped back out into the apartment Sukuna looked up immediately. His gaze dragged slowly down your body. From your damp curls. To the necklace. To the curve of your thighs beneath those tiny shorts. Then back upward again slowly, like a starved man.
His eyes stopped at the black heart resting against your chest once more, and something dark and possessive flickered across his face. Like seeing you still wearing it fed something dangerous inside him. Then finally his crimson eyes lifted back to yours.
Staring at you like something he’d been craving for centuries was finally within reach. You followed Sukuna out of your apartment building cautiously, your tote bag hanging from your shoulder while the early morning air brushed softly against your skin.
Waiting outside near the curb was a large black SUV. Sukuna walked ahead first before opening the back door for you himself. The leather seats were cool beneath your thighs as you climbed inside, adjusting your purse carefully onto your lap.
A second later, Sukuna entered beside you. The moment the door shut the driver immediately pulled away from the curb without a word. Like the destination had already been decided long before you stepped inside.
That made unease curl in your stomach instantly. Quietly, you reached for your phone. Just in case. You quickly turned your location on and sent it to Nobara.
YOU: with sukuna lol gotta be safe 😭
Almost immediately, three dots popped up.
NOBARA 💅💝: if you come back pregnant don’t call me crying
You snorted quietly before covering your mouth. Beside you Sukuna’s gaze lowered toward your glowing phone screen immediately. “What’s funny?” You nearly choked on your laugh. “N-Nothing.” His eyes narrowed slightly. Clearly not believing a thing you said.
Embarrassed, you turned quickly toward the window instead, watching Tokyo blur past while trying to ignore how aware you suddenly were of his body sitting beside yours.
Then suddenly Sukuna spoke again. “So tell me.” His voice was low and dangerously calm. “What exactly do you see in that pathetic excuse for a man?” Your brows furrowed slightly. “…Jacob?”
The fact he even brought him up caught you completely off guard. Wait a damn minute... Was he actually jealous? You leaned back slightly into the seat before exhaling softly. “At first…” you admitted quietly, “it felt exciting.”
Sukuna remained silent beside you. So you continued. “ He’s like a Venus flytrap.” His eyebrow lifted slightly. You laughed awkwardly. “I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like…” You looked down at your hands. “You get trapped before you even realize you’re trapped.”
“And then suddenly you’re spending all your energy trying to keep someone happy who barely even notices they are killing you from the inside out.” The SUV fell quiet for a moment after that. Then Sukuna asked “So why stay?”
That question hit harder than you expected. Because honestly? You didn’t fully know anymore. Your father loved Jacob. He came from a rich family with well connections. Good for your dad’s business and the best for your future.
At least according to everyone except you. But saying all that out loud felt humiliating somehow. So instead you looked toward Sukuna suspiciously. “Why do you care?” Dangerous silence fell heavily. Because Sukuna was not used to being questioned at all.
Most people would rather die. Instead of answering he suddenly moved closer. Until your back nearly pressed against the car door.
Your breath caught instantly. One large arm draped itself across the back of the seat behind you while his other hand slid firmly against your thigh. His hand was so warm and heavy, causing your pulse to jump violently.
Then he leaned down near your ear, close enough for his breath to brush your skin. “Keep talkin to me like that and we’re going to have a very different conversation,” he murmured darkly, his large fingers firmly squeezing your thigh once, “Be grateful you don't know what's on my mind.”
Heat exploded straight into your stomach causing your thighs to instinctively press tightly together, and Sukuna noticed immediately..Of course he did. A faint smirk tugged at his mouth just as the SUV finally slowed to a stop. “We’re here.”
You blinked rapidly before looking out the window and immediately frowned. “…An abandoned hospital?” The building looked old. Half the windows were shattered while vines crawled up cracked concrete walls.The entire place looked haunted. You slowly turned toward Sukuna again. “So this is how you kill me?” He stared at you blankly. “You bring me to some creepy abandoned hospital, murder me, and dump my body in a basement somewhere?”
Sukuna stepped out of the vehicle first before glancing back at you with visible irritation. “Is there anything at all inside that head of yours?” You frowned. “If I wanted you dead,” he said coldly, “you wouldn't be standing here now.” Then he started walking away. “Now follow me.”
You quickly climbed out after him, clutching your purse tighter while unease twisted in your chest. Without even realizing it your fingers found the black heart necklace resting against your skin. Holding it instinctively, grounding yourself.
The air around the abandoned building felt… wrong. Too quiet. Like something unseen was breathing beside you. You kept glancing over your shoulder while following Sukuna deeper inside the crumbling structure. It felt like you were in a horror film as you continued following him deeper into the abandoned building…Dark hallways with flickering lights. Water dripping somewhere in the distance.
Then suddenly the atmosphere changed. The sky darkened unnaturally fast. The air pressure dropped so violently your ears popped. And before you could even process what was happening the world around you shifted.
And for the first time..you stood inside Sukuna’s domain.
Meanwhile, back at Jujutsu High Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi had just entered the classroom for morning training. Gojo sat lazily across the teacher’s desk, long legs stretched out while flipping through paperwork he clearly had no interest in actually reading.
The moment all three students walked in he tilted his head slightly. “Hm.” A grin slowly spread across his face. “Looks like we’re missing someone.”
Nobara dropped into her seat immediately. “Oh, right. Y/N’s with Sukuna.” That caught Gojo’s attention instantly. “…Is that right?” His tone shifted immediately. Yuji nodded absentmindedly while digging through snacks in his bag.
Gojo’s grin widened slowly beneath his blindfold. “How interesting.” Megumi immediately looked annoyed. “What, dude just spit it out already.” Gojo sat upright dramatically. “It’s just soooo funny how she’s conveniently absent on the exact first day she’s supposed to report here.”
Yuji blinked. “Wait… does she even know she’s supposed to start today?” The room fell quiet. Gojo tilted his head. “…Her father signed all the transfer paperwork personally himself.”
Megumi sighed instantly. “She definitely doesn’t know.” Gojo looked toward him. “And why’s that?” Megumi crossed his arms. “Because if she knew, she’d be here obviously.” That answer seemed to genuinely amuse Gojo. Nobara suddenly lifted her phone. “Well…” she said casually, “I have her location.” Three heads immediately turned toward her.
“You WHAT?” Yuji shouted. Nobara rolled her eyes. “She sent it to me earlier, idiot.” Gojo immediately clapped his hands together excitedly.“Well then!” He stood up dramatically from the seat . “Looks like we’re going on a field trip today.”
Megumi instantly facepalmed. “This is a terrible idea.”
“Probably,” Gojo agreed happily. “So let’s go.”
“We should leave them alone.” Gojo looked genuinely offended by that suggestion. “Well that wouldn’t be any fun, Megumi.” And just like that the group headed out.
Meanwhile inside the abandoned hospital.. the atmosphere felt wrong. Even the air smelled rotten. Like something had died there a very long time ago. Your arms wrapped tighter around yourself instinctively while following Sukuna deeper inside.
“…Okay,” you finally said nervously, “what exactly do you want with me?” Your voice echoed faintly through the hallway. “I don’t understand what’s happening.”
Sukuna let out a low deep and amused laugh ahead of you. “You will.” That answer only irritated you more. Then suddenly, he stopped walking, and slowly looked back toward you.
“Do you know why you were really sent to Japan?” You frowned immediately. “…Yeah?” You shifted your purse higher onto your shoulder. “I got accepted into some student exchange program.”
Sukuna’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And who told you that?”
“…My dad?” you said with a confused look written all over your face. “And that’s all he told you?” You opened your mouth…then paused. Because honestly? You’d never really questioned it. Your father always handled everything for you, and you trusted him.
Sukuna watched realization slowly flicker across your face before speaking again.
“Do you remember the first time we touched?” Your stomach tightened immediately. Of course you remembered. The feeling that something inside you recognized him. “That wasn’t normal,” Sukuna said quietly.
Your brows furrowed harder. “What are you talking about?” He stepped closer slowly. “You carry an abnormal amount of cursed energy.”Silence fell for a half second before you spoke again. “…I carry what?”
“You heard me.” Your heartbeat started speeding up. “No,” you laughed nervously, “okay, seriously, what the hell are you talking about? Cursed energy? Sukuna, none of this makes any sense.” His expression remained completely serious, which somehow made everything worse.
“You were sent here because they know something is awakening inside you.” Your chest tightened painfully. “What--”
“And your father knew.” Something about the certainty in his voice made panic begin crawling slowly up your spine. “No.” You shook your head immediately. “No, he wouldn’t lie to me about something like that.”
Sukuna’s expression darkened slightly. “He’s lied to you about far worse.” That irritated you instantly. “You know what?” You stepped backward. “I’m done with this.” You turned sharply. “This whole weird cryptic thing you have going on? I’m over it.”
Then you started walking away. But behind you..Sukuna spoke again. “Your mother didn’t die from illness.” You stopped instantly. The entire hallway went silent. Slowly..you turned back toward him. “…What?” Sukuna watched you carefully. “And who told you she did?”
Rage exploded through your chest instantly. “Watch your fucking mouth.” Your voice echoed harshly through the hospital. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sukuna remained silent. “We literally just met,” you snapped. “And you think you know everything about me? You’re fucking crazy.”
Then you turned again and stormed away faster this time..until suddenly something lunged at you from the darkness. A horrifying shriek tore from your throat instantly. The creature was grotesque with twisted limbs and blackened skin with a mouth that stretched unnaturally wide.
You screamed and immediately ran straight back into Sukuna. Practically launching yourself onto him like a terrified cat. “What the FUCK IS THAT?!” Your arms wrapped around him instantly without thinking while Sukuna looked completely unbothered.
Then casually he lifted one hand, and the curse exploded into pieces instantly. Silence fell again. Your breathing came out ragged and panicked while you stared at the spot where the creature had just been.
Then slowly your eyes lifted toward Sukuna. Then back toward the blood staining the wall. Then back to Sukuna again. Your face had gone completely pale. “…I think I’m gonna be sick.”
But the second the curse exploded against the wall..another presence entered the hospital. Actually multiple. You barely had enough time to catch your breath before footsteps echoed through the dark hallway.
Then, Gojo appeared. Followed by Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara behind him. Gojo stopped the second he saw you practically clinging onto Sukuna for dear life while Sukuna stood there completely unbothered, one arm lazily around your waist.
A slow grin spread across Gojo’s face. “Well, well.” Then casually he lowered his blindfold. And for the first time you saw his eyes clearly bright blue irises, almost glowing beneath the flickering hospital lights.
Pretty enough to make your breath catch for half a second. “Look what we have here,” Gojo mused. “Skipping class already?” Slowly, you stepped down from Sukuna’s arms, confusion written all over your face. “…Class?”
You looked between all of them. “What are you talking about?” Gojo tilted his head. “You mean nobody told you?” Your stomach dropped. “Told me what?”
“You’re a Jujutsu High transfer student now.” Silence. “…I’m a what?”
“You heard me, princess.” You blinked rapidly. “No, I got transferred to---” Gojo immediately pointed dramatically. “Nope. Wrong school.”
Your face paled slightly. “My dad said--”
“Your dad,” Gojo interrupted lightly, “signed all your paperwork over to Jujutsu High himself sweet heart.”The entire hallway suddenly felt too small. “What the hell is Jujutsu High?”
Nobody answered immediately…and somehow that terrified you more. Your hands immediately grabbed your phone. “No.” You quickly called your father.
Your chest tightened painfully, so you called again. Straight to voicemail again . Now panic was setting in. You texted him immediately.
YOU: Call me. Now.
YOU: What the hell is going on?
Then slowly you lowered the phone, and looked around at everyone.
All of them standing there while you clearly knew absolutely nothing. “…Can someone catch me up to speed?” your voice cracked slightly. “Because clearly everybody knows something I don’t.” You glanced toward Nobara and Yuji. “I’m really not loving my friends keeping secrets from me right now.”
Yuji immediately lifted his hands. “Hey! I didn’t know either!”
“Same,” Megumi muttered. Nobara crossed her arms awkwardly. “We literally just found out today.”
Your head turned slowly toward Sukuna. And suddenly ,everything he’d been saying earlier replayed in your head. You were sent here for a reason.
Fear began climbing slowly up your spine. Then before you could say anything else Gojo suddenly vanished. Your eyes widened instantly because one second he was standing several feet away then the next second he was directly in front of you.
A violent pulse of cursed energy exploded outward from him. “Guess this’ll catch you up to speed.” Your body moved before your mind did. Pure instinct took over .You barely processed Gojo’s hand moving toward you before something inside your chest violently reacted.
Pain exploded through your body. You were thrown backward instantly. Your body slammed hard against the cracked hospital floor as air escaped your lungs violently. You coughed hard while scrambling backward. “What the hell was THAT?!” Gojo stepped toward you again calmly. “Now you understand why this needs to happen.”
Beside him, Sukuna looked one second away from murder. “She needs to learn,” Gojo continued. “Because if she doesn’t understand her cursed energy, it’ll consume her eventually.”
You barely even heard him , your pulse thundered violently in your ears. Your body felt like electricity was crawling beneath your skin. Then Gojo moved again. This time, you saw it.
Your body reacted automatically. You dodged him smoothly, like you’d trained for it your entire life. Everyone froze, Including you. Because you knew damn well you shouldn’t have been able to move like that. “What--” Then suddenly..your body counterattacked.
Your hand lashed outward instinctively, and a catastrophic wave of cursed energy erupted from your body. The hospital shook violently causing the walls to crack instantly.
The pressure alone blasted everyone backward several feet. Yuji crashed into a hospital bed. Nobara cursed loudly. Megumi immediately summoned Divine Dogs defensively. Even Gojo’s smile disappeared for a split second.
Because the cursed energy pouring from your body felt ancient. Beautiful and terrifying at the same time leaving everyone speechless in shock . You stared at your own trembling hands in horror. “I-I don’t--” Your voice broke. “What’s happening to me?”
The energy around you continued surging violently. Then suddenly..your vision blurred. The room tilted sideways. Your knees buckled instantly. “I think…” Your body swayed weakly. “…I think I’m gonna faint---” and then everything went black.
Before your body could hit the ground, Sukuna caught you instantly. One arm beneath your legs. The other against your back. Holding you securely against his chest. The look he gave Gojo afterward was genuinely murderous.
Gojo immediately lifted his hands. “Hey!” A nervous laugh escaped him. “Told you I was going to take it easy on her.” Sukuna’s cursed energy darkened the entire hallway instantly. “The next time,” he said coldly, “I won’t stand there and watch.”
Then without another word, Sukuna adjusted you higher against his chest and turned away. “Let’s go.” The entire ride back remained silent and not the peaceful kind, it was heavy. The kind stuffed full of unanswered questions nobody seemed brave enough to ask out loud.
You remained unconscious across Sukuna’s lap the entire drive, your head resting against his chest while one of his large hands stayed firmly against your waist protectively.
Nobody missed it. Not the way his grip tightened anytime the vehicle hit a bump. Not the way his eyes never left your face once.. and definitely not the murderous tension still lingering in the SUV after what happened inside the hospital.
Even Gojo stayed unusually quiet. Though the faint smirk resting against his mouth made it obvious he was thinking far too hard about something. When the SUV finally pulled up outside the apartment building, Sukuna stepped out first while still carrying you effortlessly in his arms.
Yuji quickly rushed forward. “I got her.” Sukuna stared at him for a second before finally handing you over reluctantly. Like he genuinely disliked letting go.
Then he turned back to the SUV like something was on his mind, but couldn’t find the words to explain..nor did he want to. “I’ll be back later.” Something about the way he said it made Yuji hesitate slightly.
But before anyone could ask, Sukuna disappeared…and suddenly the air felt lighter. “…That guy is terrifying,” Yuji muttered quietly while carrying you upstairs. “He’s worse when he’s emotionally attached,” Gojo said casually.
Megumi immediately looked toward him. “…You noticed it too.” “Oh please,” Gojo scoffed while following them inside. “He practically growls anytime someone gets too close to her.” Nobara blinked. “…Wait, that’s actually true.”
Inside the apartment, Yuji carefully laid you down onto the couch. A little less carefully than Sukuna probably would’ve appreciated. “Geez,” Gojo sighed dramatically while sitting beside you, “careful with the merchandise.”
Yuji immediately looked horrified. “DON’T CALL HER THAT.”
Gojo ignored him completely. Instead, he gently lifted your legs onto his lap while leaning back against the couch thoughtfully, fingers resting beneath his chin. For once, he actually looked serious. “…How interesting,” he murmured quietly.
Megumi crossed his arms nearby. “What is?” Gojo’s bright blue eyes narrowed slightly toward your sleeping form. “She has no idea.”Silence fell.
“She doesn’t even know what cursed energy is,” Nobara said softly. “Exactly.” Gojo’s smile faded slightly. “And yet her body reacted automatically.” The room grew quieter.
Yuji scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “So… what exactly does that mean?” Gojo leaned back against the couch slowly. “It means somebody hid the truth from her intentionally.”
Then after a pause..he smiled again. Dangerously this time. “But luckily for us…” His eyes lifted toward the ceiling thoughtfully. “…I know exactly who has the answers.”
Megumi immediately sighed. “Good luck getting anything out of Sukuna.” Gojo laughed softly. “Oh, if he cares about keeping her alive…” His grin widened. “He’ll talk eventually.”
Jacob woke choking on blood…Pain consumed every inch of his body. His ribs were broken. One of his eyes was swollen shut. Blood dripped steadily from his split lip while several missing teeth rested somewhere beside him on the cold floor.
For a moment, panic flooded him violently as he tried to move until he heard crying. A familiar cry. “Heather…?” His head snapped toward the sound and there she was. Heather. Your childhood best friend. The same best friend who had been sleeping with him behind your back while smiling in your face like nothing was wrong.
and now…she was chained beside him too. Trembling. Sobbing Hysterically like someone terrified for their dear life. Jacob looked around frantically afterward. There was nothing ,No walls, no sky. No exits.
Only darkness stretching endlessly in every direction like they had been dragged into some endless void.
Until, he looked up…and his blood ran cold. At the top of towering stone steps sat a throne crafted entirely from bones. And seated upon it, like a king overseeing his execution was Ryomen Sukuna.
One arm rested lazily against the throne while his head leaned against his hand, crimson eyes staring down at Jacob with complete indifference.
Like he was less than human. Less than dirt for a matter of fact. Then finally..Sukuna spoke.“Are you finished yet?” His deep voice echoed endlessly throughout the shrine.
Jacob’s breathing became uneven immediately. Sukuna slowly rose from the throne. Each step downward felt suffocating. Like death itself was approaching them calmly.
“You cry quite a lot,” Sukuna mused lowly. “Interesting for someone who enjoys torturing the love of my life...” Jacob coughed violently. Blood splattered onto the floor beneath him. Sukuna then stopped directly in front of him. Towering over him completely. “Doesn’t feel very good, does it?”
His voice remained terrifyingly calm. “Wondering why she ignored you all day.”
“Wondering what she was doing while you entertained countless whores to soothe that pathetic little ego of yours.”
Jacob clenched his jaw weakly. “You don’t know shit---”
“Oh, but I do.” Sukuna crouched slightly now, eyes narrowing coldly. “You never loved her.” Silence. “You loved being chosen by her.” Jacob froze.
“You loved that someone beautiful looked at you and decided you were worth something.” Sukuna’s expression darkened slightly. “But the second she stopped begging for your attention…” His lips slowly curled into something cruel. “You panicked like the weak little bitch you are.” Jacob’s face twisted violently. “Shut the fuck up--”
“Please!”Heather’s sobbing interrupted him. She was crying so hard she could barely breathe. “Please don’t hurt him!” Jacob turned toward her in disbelief. “Heather--” “I’ll do anything!” she cried desperately. “Please!”
A low mocking laugh escaped Sukuna.Then slowly, he turned toward her. “Oh?” His crimson eyes narrowed slightly. “Is that how you feel?”
Heather froze when Sukuna stepped closer. One sharp nail tilted beneath her throat gently. And instantly, she broke. “It was him!” she screamed immediately. “Jacob pursued me first!”
Jacob’s eyes widened. “Heather, shut the fuck up!”
“He talked about her constantly!” Heather sobbed hysterically. “He said she was a spoiled bitch ! That she acted like some perfect little princess!” Jacob thrashed violently against the chains. “SHUT UP!”
“He hated how much attention she got online!” Heather cried. “Every time anyone commented on her pictures he’d lose his mind!” Sukuna remained completely silent while listening. “He said he wanted to break her down,” Heather whispered brokenly. “He hated that everyone wanted her…” Jacob looked genuinely terrified now.
But Sukuna was listening quietly and calmly. Like every word simply confirmed something he already knew. Then finally…Sukuna spoke again. “Do you know how long I’ve been empty?” Jacob went still. “For centuries.” The shrine darkened slightly around them. “I searched for her across lifetimes.”
Sukuna’s eyes lowered briefly.“And you…” For the first time…emotion cracked through his voice. Not rage but Something far, far worse. Grief. “You dared caused y/n to feel pain..intentionally.”
Silence consumed the shrine afterward. Jacob’s mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. Because finally…he understood. This was never another jealous man. Never another boyfriend. He had been competing against something ancient…Something inhuman.
A monster wearing human skin, and there was no escaping it.
Sukuna stared at him for one final moment. Then…he got bored. Jacob barely even saw the movement. One second Sukuna stood there calmly. The next..blood splattered violently across the shrine floor.
Jacob’s body collapsed in pieces. Like his existence had been erased faster than it could process death itself.
Heather screamed. A horrifying, broken scream. and slowly…Sukuna turned toward her. Raised his hand.
Silence. Then she fell too. The shrine became even quietier afterward. Only blood spreading slowly beneath Sukuna’s feet.
He stared at it silently…Waiting. Expecting some kind of relief or satisfaction. But none of it came. Because killing Jacob changed nothing. It didn’t erase your pain. Didn’t undo the betrayal. Didn’t silence the grief that had rotted inside him for centuries.
And worst of all…it didn’t fill the emptiness you left behind when the world tore you away from him all those lifetimes ago. That void still existed within him. And Sukuna realized then…you were never simply the missing piece of his life.
You had become the only thing tethering what remained of his soul together at all.
You woke up suddenly. A sharp breath tearing from your lungs while grief crashed into your chest so violently it almost hurt.
Your eyes snapped open to nothing but Darkness. Your heartbeat thundered painfully while unfamiliar sorrow lingered heavily inside your body like it belonged there. But why?
Your chest tightened strangely. Like you had just lost something….or someone. Slowly, you sat upright on the couch, pressing a hand against your chest while trying to calm your breathing.
“…What the hell?” The apartment was quiet. You grabbed your phone immediately. Still nothing from Jacob, and honestly? That hurt more than you wanted to admit.
Then another notification caught your attention.
YUJI 😭 : BRB getting ramen
A second message followed immediately after.
You slowly looked up. Sitting on the coffee table…was one singular bag of chips. You stared at it blankly. “…Of course he did.” Despite yourself, a tiny laugh escaped you. Then silence returned again.
and unfortunately..your thoughts came rushing back. The hospital..Gojo. That thing attacking you. The cursed energy. The way your body moved on its own. The wave that exploded from your hands.
Slowly…you looked down at your palms.“…What are you?” The thought alone made your stomach twist. You immediately shook your head. No. Absolutely not. You were NOT about to end up on TikTok at three in the morning listening to some conspiracy theorist explain cursed spirits with Subway Surfers gameplay underneath.
You wanted real answers. And right now..there was only one thing your brain could think to do.
Twenty minutes later, you had thrown on an oversized hoodie, shoved your wallet into your pocket, and tightened the hood over your curls while your AirPods played softly in your ears. The nearest library was only about a ten-minute walk.
So that’s where you went. Hands shoved deep into your hoodie pockets, you walked quietly through Tokyo streets while your thoughts spiraled endlessly.
Unfortunately…most of those thoughts kept circling back to Sukuna. His voice. His eyes. The way he held you like you belonged there. Like your body resting against his somehow felt natural to him. The memory made heat creep embarrassingly up your neck.
Then immediately…you shut the thought down. Absolutely not. That was exactly how you felt about Jacob in the beginning too, and look how that turned out. You weren’t stupid enough to fall into that trap again.…Right?
Still, you kept thinking about Sukuna anyway. His body. His hands. His lips. The terrifying way he looked at you like he already owned you. You groaned softly to yourself. “This is so bad.” By the time you finally reached the library, your brain already felt exhausted.
The historical section was nearly empty this late in the day. Quietly, you wandered through old shelves until certain titles started catching your attention.
Ancient Japanese Folklore.
Spiritual Manifestations.
Then..another title. The Gift of Cursed Energy. Your fingers froze against the spine. Slowly, you pulled the book free…Your stomach tightened again. You checked the books out quickly despite the clerk giving you an odd look the entire time.
But the second you turned toward the library exit, you stopped. Because parked directly outside..was the black SUV.
And leaning casually against it, with the rear passenger door already open, stood Sukuna. His head tilted slightly the moment he saw you. Like he’d been expecting this.
Your annoyance instantly returned. You walked toward him immediately. “How did you find me here?” Sukuna smirked faintly. You narrowed your eyes. “Are you gonna hide that from me too?”
He tilted his head slightly further. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” Your brows lifted skeptically. “I bet you would.” Then you walked right past him. Or at least…you tried to.
Because Sukuna’s next words stopped you instantly. “Don’t you want to know what you are?” Your footsteps halted. Then Slowly, you turned your head over your shoulder toward him.
His crimson eyes locked onto yours immediately. “You promise?” you asked quietly. You pointed directly at him. “No more secrets.” For once, Sukuna’s expression softened slightly. “I promise.”
You hesitated…Then sighed. “…Fine.” A victorious little smirk tugged at Sukuna’s mouth instantly. The ride back remained quiet. But the tension was so thick it almost felt like it was suffocating you. Like something huge sat between both of you waiting to explode eventually.
Then finally, the SUV stopped outside your apartment building again. Sukuna looked toward you calmly. “How long do you need?” You frowned. “…For what?”
“To pack.”..Silence. You blinked slowly. “…Excuse me?”
“How long,” Sukuna repeated calmly, “do you need to pack your things?” You stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “I’m not packing anything.” You gestured toward the apartment building outside. “This is my apartment. My dad paid a full year for this place and I’m damn sure using it.”
The atmosphere inside the SUV shifted instantly, dangerously. Suddenly--- Sukuna’s hand slammed against the side of the seat beside your head hard enough to make you jump violently.
Your breath caught. Then immediately, his fingers wrapped around your chin firmly. Tilting your face upward until you had no choice but to look directly into his eyes. “Go pack your things.”
Heat rushed violently through your body at the tone alone. His tone was absolutely certain. Like he fully expected obedience,and there you were giving it to him. Then while still holding your chin...Sukuna casually opened the passenger door beside you.
Cold air rushed inside instantly. “I’ll give you five minutes.” Your eyes widened.
“Five minutes to pack my entire apartment?!” Sukuna’s thumb brushed slowly against your jaw. And the faintest smirk crossed his face. “If you’re not downstairs by then…” His crimson eyes darkened slightly. “…I’ll come get you myself.”
As you walked back into the apartment building, your heartbeat still hadn’t calmed down. …You were already planning your escape. The second you got upstairs, you were gonna lock the door, block Sukuna’s number, crawl into bed, and pretend none of this was happening.
Because the way he made you feel? It was getting dangerous. Every word out of his mouth somehow sank beneath your skin deeper than it should have…and that terrified you.
No…you needed answers first. That’s all this was. Answers. That’s what you kept telling yourself while stepping off the elevator and walking toward your apartment door.
You unlocked it quickly, then froze. Every single one of your belongings was already packed neatly beside the front entrance.
Your suitcase. Your clothes. Your books. Even your skincare products. All packed. Your stomach dropped instantly. And standing calmly in the middle of your apartment…was a woman.
White hair, wearing a traditional robe and still as a statue. Your pulse jumped violently. “Who are you?”
The woman immediately lowered her head respectfully. “My apologies, my lady.” Your brows furrowed harder. “…Why did you touch my stuff?” The woman lifted her head slowly then.
And the look in her eyes genuinely startled you for a second…Like she was staring at something holy. “He instructed me to pack your belongings,” she answered calmly.You blinked. “…He?”
“My lord Sukuna” The way she said his name sounded almost sacred. Like devotion carved into bone. “And you just…” You gestured wildly toward your apartment. “Thought this was normal?!”
The woman tilted her head slightly. “…Yes.” That somehow irritated you even more. Yet at the same time…you were too mentally exhausted to keep fighting anymore. Everything felt upside down. Your dad lied to you. You apparently had cursed energy. People were hiding things from you.
and somehow the one person giving you partial answers was the terrifying man currently waiting outside in a black SUV…. You didn’t know who to trust anymore. Not even Sukuna.
But at least with him..you knew he was dangerous. Slowly, you inhaled deeply before straightening yourself back up. “…Thank you,” you muttered awkwardly to the woman.
She bowed immediately. Then quietly..you grabbed your things and headed back downstairs. Outside, Sukuna already stood beside the SUV waiting.
The passenger door open. Like he knew you’d come back. Your eyes narrowed slightly at him before climbing silently into the vehicle anyway. The second you sat down, a low rumble left Sukuna’s chest. Almost satisfied. “That’s my good girl.” Heat rushed instantly through your body.
You hated how much that affected you. Sukuna climbed in beside you afterward, shutting the door softly behind him. Then silence again….the kind so thick it felt tangible.
You looked at him. He looked at you. Neither of you speaking. Neither of you looking away. Until finally… the engine turning over broke the tension slightly. Sukuna’s gaze lowered absentmindedly then, toward your neck. The black heart necklace still rested against your skin.
Still worn willingly. His throat tightened subtly. Then quietly, he looked away toward the window. Because for the first time in centuries..that endless emptiness inside him no longer felt quite as unbearable.
And slowly, piece by piece…
the void inside the King of Curses began filling again.
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