Yuuta Okkotsu is a man who knows many things, he’s spent most of his adolescence in fear of Rika hurting others and training to control her, along the way he’s also learned a couple of things on the way such as the reversed curse technique which no longer allowed him the need to visit Shoko as often.

He also learned how to master cursed speech, something that his friend was born able to do, he’s also learned how to copy other cursed techniques and wield many weapons.

Along the way he’s also learned you , you joined him not long after your first year at Jujutsu Tech and have been close friends for a while (much to Rika’s dismay at first), his friends were your friends, his likes and dislikes were also yours, two peas in a pod something that Gojo would tease you both about.

he’s learned almost if not all your dreams and aspirations, your reasons for joining the horrific world of jujutsu sorcery, “I don’t want to just sit here wasting my life away in some office job knowing I could be out there helping the world.” something you told him a little after the fight of a hundred demons, he had asked you after watching you help fight in the city.

And you know him just as well, his favorite colors, movies, likes, dislikes, why he’s here, who Rika is, and what she means to him.

Why he double knots his shoelaces, why he is surprisingly good at making french toast and smoothie bowls, how he never really contacts his family but tries to stay close with his sister, and how he’s good at geometry and quadratics.

You believe he’s the reason the sky is blue and that the night is dark, why the nights without him are cold and lonely, why the days without him are somehow even worse.

You find yourself on autopilot when he’s not around you, sharing the same air as you, feeling an empty and aching void in your chest when he’s not with you.

And when he is with you, you can’t help but feel whole again, like the aching and empty piece inside of you has been filled with something unknown, warm, and true.

You’ve decided to call this visceral feeling a small passing crush , but you know better than to think so little of these growing feelings.

You love him, you love him more than anything, you find yourself at a loss for words whenever he’s near, and your cheeks grow warmer when he brushes his hand against yours.

“Hey, Yuu? Can I ask you something?” it's a whisper, that could’ve easily gone unnoticed if it weren’t for the silence in the room. “You can ask me anything, you know that.” he smiles when he says it, almost as if a reminder that you both already know he’d listen to any question; stupid or not.

“What do you think it feels like to love and be loved in return?” there’s a moment of pondering silence between the two before one speaks up.

“I think it should feel… suffocating, like your drowning in an endless sea of.. warmth, I believe that once you find someone to love you should love them hard, love them with every atom that makes up your existence, love them hard to the point where if they’re not with you the world feels as if it’ll come crashing down on your shoulders. And to be loved in return? Well, that’s a kind of complicated question, I guess it would feel like... A boulder falling and crashing against a dam?” it’s said just as silently as the question was asked.

“A boulder falling and crashing against a dam? Why do you say that?”  there you go, always wondering, always asking why when things don’t add up to you, its cute in a sense how you’re always eager for an answer.

“Because no one truly expects to be loved just as hard as they love someone, if anything maybe half or less than that, but never fully, never wholly. Nobody ever truly expects to be loved so hard that they forget how to breathe when one is not near, nobody expects to feel all that love, and definitely not at once.” He always makes sure to answer any of your questions in full, another one of the many upon many things you love about him.

“Are you supposed to feel loved all at once?” You will always have a mountain of questions ready to be asked and answered he supposes.

“I don’t think so, I guess it just depends on the circumstance, for instance, if both parties love hard then I guess it’ll be suffocating on both ends, but if it festers like a warm disease then it’ll take its time, it might start with things such as the way they prefer their tea or coffee, or which hand they might drive better with. Presumably small things that then fester until they are the only thought that consumes your mind, they're the only thing that plagues your dreams at night and even again when you wake, until you realize that they have complete control over your heart.” 

He says the words as if he’s fond of them, he probably has considering how he felt about Rika, and you know that if you ask there’s a strong possibility that your heart might end up in small shatters but you can't help but wonder if. 

“Have you ever felt that way towards someone?” it’s said even quieter than before and you fear not if he heard you but if he didn’t hear you .

“I have actually, I still do.”

Oh , it’s all that comes to mind, your heart freezes and does nearly every blood vessel in your body.

“Have you?” 

A simple question regarding such a simple answer.

A moment of silence passes.

“I have.”

I have felt that way and I still do, everything about you plagues me like a horrid disease and I can’t help but warmly accept it, even though the possibility of my feelings being unreciprocated is strong I still love you if not even more than the day I met you, I love you so much that my soul aches and my heart shatters and my mind begs for you. I would lasso the sun to bring you eternal warmth so you would never feel cold again, I would overthrow all the demons in hell just so I can control the demons you fight and make sure you forever have peace of mind because I know that late into the nights horrendous thoughts poison your mind and leave you scared, I would manipulate the sisters of faith so you can face nothing but good fortune, I would become god to make sure that every blessing would come forth to you.

“That’s wonderful y/n, did they feel the same?” an innocent question asked by the person guilty of blindly robbing one’s heart, “I’m not sure actually.” 

“Well, I’m sure one day someone will,” it’s said with a friendly smile, and your heart somehow breaks even more. “Well, I should get going Inumaki is expecting me,” he kicks his feet off the bed and leaves you alone with your thoughts.

You wonder if he’s still in love with Rika, does he dream of a life where instead of a horrific appearance one could only conjure up in horror movies does he dream of her youthful and beautiful? Does he still love her the same he did all those years ago? He still wears the ring so one could only assume.

Does he dream of kissing her in the rain? Comforting her when she has nightmares? Marrying her? Starting a family with her? I mean they must obviously talk about what they could’ve been had that tragic incident not happened.

Does he love her the same way you love him? So many questions you wish to bombard him with but no position to ask.

You hate the feeling of being in love, it makes the days long and miserable and the nights even worse, the constant nagging feeling of loneliness and desperation, the aching feeling of longing that settles deep within you. 

How everything brightens up when Yuuta’s near.

How your heart beats faster.

How your cheeks heat up.

You hate it all, because at the end of the day.

“My lord, please forgive my foolishness, I was terrified-” “Strip.” he interrupted you mid-sentence, “P-pardon?” did he tell you to strip off your clothes? He’s never even touched you before. “I won’t repeat myself vermin .”

You could feel all four of his eyes boring into you, “Y-yes master.” you made a quick strip of your kimono, leaving you only the small strings of fabric that were your undergarments . Just as you had removed the last piece of your undergarments, a soft knock was thumping on the door, “Come in.” Sukuna was monotone but his eyes never left your body, the faint sound of wheels against the floor made you glance over, and god how you wished you didn’t . I’ve brought your meal Lord Sukuna.”

Uraume addressed before leaving the room, “Bring me the cart.” he ordered you and you were quick to obey. He dug his hands into the tied up and very much alive human and ripped out an intestine, presenting it to you.

“Eat.” Instead of following his orders you just stared dumbly at him, “I said eat .” he growled while shoving the organ in your mouth, you choked with how deep he shoved the bloody, chewy organ down your poor throat. “Be lucky I’m not ripping ou your organs through that whore pussy of yours.” he glared at you with crimson irises filled with bloodlust and pure hatred, you were quick to chew and swallow while tears flowed down the apples of your cheeks.

“Don’t start that crying shit with me now, you brought this upon yourself.” “Or perhaps you would’ve enjoyed having my arm in your stomach slowly dragging out each organ, each vain from your pathetic, worthless, body.” You shake your head with quick disagreement, and the rest of the time with was spent just like that.

Him forcing live human remains down your throat, while you shamelessly cried.

“My lord please, have mercy on me.” you croaked out, “Your pathetic, this is what? The hundredth time you’ve begged for my mercy tonight? What part are you not understanding? Sluts like you don’t deserve mercy.” he seethed out.

The venom laced in his words was quick to shut you up.

Knock knock

Oh god, what if someone saw you like this? You’re already at the bottom of the nonexistent food chain, considering how whenever you retaliate to a bitchy comment from a concubine the first thing they say is, “At least his lord finds me desirable, unlike you, considering he’s never even touched you!”

You’re pretty obvious that if any of the concubines were to walk through those doors you might just die, literally.

“You may enter.” Sukuna verberated while yanking his hand away from you while you coughed continuously.

“Are you ready for your bath yet, my lord?” Oh, thank the heavens it’s Uraume! You thanked whoever resided above the clouds,

Out the back door, through the garden, over the gate, through the forests. Out the back door, through the garden, over the gate, through the forests, you repeated the phrase like a holy prayer while you silently walked through the large mansion planning your escape.

You’ve been here for far too long and you needed to escape, you’ve grown heavily bored of the same sceneries, the large manor hidden away from everyone, the fields of nature that were somewhat far from it, and the waterfall that flowed down from a tall mountain.

“What are you doing?” a silky deep voice called from behind making you stop in your tracks, focus, breathe, control yourself, you repeated in your head before turning around to face your lover, your husband, your captor.

“Hm? Me? Oh nothing sweetheart, just wandering,” you smiled warmly at him, “I’ll accompany you” it wasn’t a suggestion but more of a demand, after all, you knew he didn’t believe you not in the slightest, you knew deep down he didn’t believe a word you just told him, and denying him would only make suspicion arise.

“Of course, how could I ever deny my wonderful husband?” kiss his ass, suck up to him, get him to favor you, convince him.

“No need to try and kiss my ass.” he deadpanned while walking in front of you, “So much for gaining his favor,” you thought to yourself, “Where did you plan on going?” he stopped in his tracks now admiring the garden from the glass doors.

“I merely wanted to walk around is all, get some fresh air, maybe go out beyond the gates?” you answered with anxiety swimming through your veins, “Hm, well then, you can accompany yourself with me.” he continued to speak while staring aimlessly at the garden before him.

“Where to exactly? If you don’t mind me questioning my lord,” you answered while having the gnawing feeling something terrible might happen if you do join him.

“Just a simple trip to a neighboring village, that's all.” there was a slight lilt in humor in his voice, he sounded almost whimsical.

“Alright, if that's all it truly is then, then I will accompany you.” you knew yourself that it wouldn’t be a simple trip, it would be a blood bath, but if it meant a chance at grasping the freedom you’ve oh so longed for, then you’ll happily risk his wrath and your life.

“We leave at sunset.”

Glancing at the sky and seeing beautiful hues of oranges, purples, and pinks make you smile warmly at nothing, “You seem joyful,” the words vibrated from his throat causing you to look at him.

“The sky is such a formosity like this, how could I not be joyful?” you muttered softly while taking in his features; soft tufts of strawberry-colored hair that's slicked back into an undercut, inky black face tattoos that decorate his forehead, nose, cheek, and jawline. Scanning over his build with your eyes, sharp lines decorating his chest and stomach, those same inky markings following him onto his back and leaving circular marks on his shoulder. Eyes decided to follow the marks on his chest and follow down until met with the sight of a weird scar-like marking.

“Do you have complete control over the mouth on your stomach?” mind filled with curiosity as your eyes scan over his figure again and finally make eye contact with the King of Curses.

“Why would I not?” his voice laced with arrogance and abrasiveness, “It was merely a thought, my lord, since you have multiples of almost everything I thought it might be difficult to control them all,” you answer back honestly. “My limbs do not have a mind of their own, I control all of my limbs with no difficulty.” you hum in response and both just continue your journey to freedom and destruction.

“Once we arrive you are to stay by my side at all times, if you disappear you will not like the consequences.” it was an order that sent pure fear down throughout your body, “Of course, there is nowhere else I’d rather be.” you smile contentedly at him and you both make your way into the oblivious village unknowing to them the havoc is to come.

Ignorance truly is bliss.

“Please my lord, have mercy on us!” “Oh, great king please take my wife instead! I have done no wrong!” screams and pleads filled the air as did the smell of blood and fear, at first you hated this, it was started as a simple punishment, you didn’t obey you were forced to watch the Great Lord Sukuna wreak havoc on any innocent village he so desired. As time passed you simply grew adjusted and the punishment was hardly called a punishment and instead took you with him as a company.

The screams of helpless mortals grew lesser and lesser until the entire village was utterly destroyed.

“All right little one, I’ve had my fun, let’s go.” he turned around immediately and was filled with rage. You were nowhere to be seen.

Your feet hurt and you feel as if your heart and lungs might collapse at any moment, but you couldn’t give up, not now, not here. You were determined to escape the hell that Ryomen Sukuna thrives in, you stepped over tree trunks and through small streams, and you could feel the tiny fish being squashed to death beneath your feet.

At the time you already presumed he had noticed you were away and was probably destroying everything in his path to find you, if he caught you, gods if he caught you, you might as well consider yourself dead.

Pushing past branches and pushing your lungs and heart to the fullest, crisp cold night air blowing harshly against your face, and adrenaline running throughout your veins.

“It’d be in your best interest to stop running now.” A loud deep voice rang loud throughout the woods, you froze in your place. There’s no way he could’ve already known where you were going, could he?

Quickly running and hiding in a tree log hoping he’d just pass over you, you prayed, to every deity, every god, every celestial being in the universe that you survive tonight.

“That was my last warning, if you do not reveal yourself I’ll burn this entire forest to the ground and drag you back to the shrine.” that threat made chills of pure fear run down your spine as you heard him coming closer to your hiding spot.

He was close.

You could hear him.

Circling your hiding spot.

Toying with you and your sanity.

“I wonder, where could you have hidden?” he hummed in horrific delight.

He walked around trees and searched in tree holes, small holes, and treetops.

“Could you be here?” he lifted a rock, “Or here?” he swiftly knocked a tree to the ground causing you to flinch and whimper softly.

A sadistic hellish smirk bloomed on his face, his footsteps got closer and the ground beneath you vibrated with how heavily we walked.

“What about.. here?” he quickly drags you out of the fallen tree log and pushes you harshly against a nearby tree.

“Thought you could run from me?” he was smiling ear to ear and his face was less than an inch away from yours.

“M-my lord, please, I was terrified at the sight. I ran out of fear!” you immediately started begging, “Was it fear? Or, did you run thinking you would have a possibility of gaining your freedom?” he knew you like the backside of all four of his hands, he knew you were lying straight to his face.

“My lord, please you truly let yourself run free on this village, I was horrified and I ran out of fear.” you muttered softly in the cold breeze, “I see, it appears that as punishment I’ll have to strap you to my back and make you watch me destroy many more villages,” he was practically breathing all over your face at the point.

“Or, I could burn down your village and make you sit and watch as I torture every ignorant mortal ther is, your choice sweetheart.” he breathed out.

You hated him, oh gods how you despised him, his wretched soul, his non-existent heart, everything about him you loathed.

“Anything but my birthplace, please my lord,” you pleaded, knowing the hard decision your parents made to sell you off to this hellish creature for everyone’s safety.

“Since I’m,” he stands up and stretches out his limbs, and takes a sigh, “I’ll spare you from such devastation, but, that means you will be accompanying me on our next reign of terror.” he placed his arms behind his head and motioned for you to stand up and follow him.

“Yes my lord, thank you for your kindness my lord,” You scrambled to your feet and began walking behind him swiftly.

“In front of me mortal, I can’t have you running away again now, can I?” the question was rhetorical and you were quick to follow his order.

The walk back was awkward and silent, you stood nearly a foot in front of him walking the familiar path to the shrine while he walked behind you with all four eyes piercing into your body.

After a few more minutes of walking and you could see the shrine close in the distance, “When we arrive you will immediately head to my chambers.” he wasn’t giving you any time to decline him. You could immediately tell that by the sound of his voice, he was mildly irritated with you.

“Of course my lord,” you mumbled out meekly, terrified of what kind of punishment will unfold once the two of you are alone in his room.

Uraume greeted you both at the door with a bow of his head, awaiting their masters' orders.

“Should I prepare a meal for the both of you, Lord Sukuna?” he still his head lowered and was practically talking to the ground beneath him.

“She’ll eat what I’m eating and prepare a bath as well.” he continued walking almost as if Uraume didn’t exist.

“Lord Sukuna it’s a pleasure to have you back so soon,” a concubine you didn’t know the name of nor did you care to know bowed her head and smiled at the four-armed beast, looking her way you noticed how her breasts nearly fell out of her kimono and you swore you could’ve thrown up.

He continued walking past her as if she too, didn’t exist and simply led you to his bedroom.

Upon arrival, he opened the door and let you step in first before closing it after he followed suit.

You turned around to face him only to see that he’d been staring into you this whole time.