Dubious Proposal | SukuIta (Valentine's Day) (English Version)

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 The characters of Jujutsu Kaisen don't belong to me. Using an alternate, fictionalized version of Gegê Akutami's anime.

𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, Mixblues__

 

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  In that place, time and moment, the conversation was a bit complicated. Not for Ryomen Sukuna, not for Kugisaki Nobara. Not for Fushiguro Megumi, but for Itadori Yuji…   They were in central Tokyo, in the middle of a diner. It had been a few days after the Shibuya attack, in which Sukuna mysteriously spoke out independently of Yuji's body. He had helped not only capture the Gokumonkyou after the sealing of Satoru Gojo, but also formed a group with Yuji and Megumi, to overpower Mahoraga in a ritual just as he had been summoned.    Noritoshi Kamo had not taken the cube with Satoru Gojo's body, but he had still managed to start the slaughter game, with Japan unprotected.  “Sukuna, don't do that here.”   “Tch, you're no fun.”    The cursing king's deep, tedious voice responded by dropping the cut pieces of bread on the table, completely ignoring the looks of Yuji's couple of friends on the other side, hearing more or less the beautiful story he was telling.   “Man, I couldn't think of any other alternative, and you know… I was in the drought, I put two and two together and I was already more than at rock bottom and—”   “Shut up brat, you're complaining about a full belly.” Sukuna interrupted him and looked at Megumi, who looked at them with boredom, while static Kugisaki held the juice glass with the forgotten straw. “You enjoy my company.”   “My admiration is that Sensei Gojo helped you manifest Sukuna with you.”    From the opposite seat, the dark-haired teenager watched Sukuna discreetly with his hands under the table heat up even more with one of the pieces of hamburger meat, which he had taken from inside the bun, only to eat the grilled piece and smile nonchalantly. Then the cursed being threw an arm over Yuji's shoulders and gave him a full kiss on the neck, making the pink-haired boy blush, with a small complaint to him quietly.   “And how was that?” Kugisaki went back to drinking the juice, looking at the two almost completely identical figures, acting with the utmost naturalness.   “Then…” Yuji ate a French fry, remembering a moment after the first official mission that Sensei Gojo delegated to them, where unfortunately a curse of a special degree appeared, forcing him to free Sukuna.    O que levou a sua quase morte por causa do rei das maldições. The air in the room was freezing, the clear blood reflected reddish lights on the shadowy ceiling walls of the strange, reddish place.   The creaking of bones rang out in a crack, crumbling into rubble as Yuji's fist went to meet Sukuna. For the sake of breaking the smiling face of the two-faced specter, which deviated masterfully and easily. “Heal me, now!” “KU-KU-KU. ” His anger grew by the second, coupled with Sukuna's mocking smiles, who ironically treated the moment as entertainment with each blow.   “I'm going to take away that stupid smile of yours!”   “Dream on, kid.” Sukuna grabbed the elbow that was going towards his face and threw it to a certain distance again. Soon after, Yuji was already jumping on top of him, in a two-legged attack.   “in Toma! ”   The vacuum was the only thing it could achieve, when the duplicate figure of the cursed being bent down, causing the boy to step on the wrong foot.   “I'm fed up with this boring thing.”   Sukuna yawned as he raised his arm to deliver an open-handed blow to the back of Yuji's head, like a Kung Fu. He descended from the large bone spine to where the other fell, then sitting on top of the younger sorcerer's body, which was now wet from the red liquid of the domain.   “Get off me, you idiot.” The grinding of Yuji's teeth was simultaneous with the light debates of his body until he stopped, giving up. “We've been at this for hours!”   “You were the one who said you were going to break my face.” Grunts followed from the young sorcerer, who rested his head between his arms, sighing. Despite being relieved from the moment he took his conscience back from Sukuna, he was enraged by what he did, to take his life.   The mission had been completed, but I wanted to know how his friends were doing, but I was stuck there.   “This is not hell, or the afterlife.”   “Ham?”   Sukuna broke his thoughts, fidgeting where he was sitting on his back, making his face almost sink deeper into the water.   “I don't need to read your mind to see your stupid little head turning from here.” He said, resting his face on the palm of his hand, and his arm on one of his legs as if he wanted to snuggle. “And answering your questions, this is my innate domain.”   “Innate domain?”   “Yes, and it's all your fault for being here.”   “His bast—” One hand went toward his messy pink hair, applying pressure to sink his face into the water, drowning out the cursing.   “Shh! The one who wanted to use me without a pact was you.” The hand let go of his hair. “Behind all Jujutsu there is a rule, but I have a solution for you, brat.”   From the position he was in, Yuji couldn't see straight, but a smile spread across the Curse King's lips, he could feel some of the evil emotion in his voice. “You won't fool me this time.” His eyes did not lose sight of the reaction of boredom coming from Sukuna's eyepieces, which turned.   “The point is not to believe me, see for yourself, you were harmed by not agreeing in advance how things will be between us.”   “And what does it suggest?”   His back ached from Sukuna's weight, he wheezed at the discomfort he was creating. With a grunt, he gathered all his strength and turned at once. It just didn't count on Sukuna lifting her ass at the same time, to sit down again, but now on top of her pelvis.   “Now I have two conditions.” He indicated by showing two fingers and smiling, unconcerned by the rapid breathing of Yuji's chest that rose and fell as he leaned closer to their faces. “When I say ‘extension’, you're going to let me take control of your body for a minute. And second, you will completely forget that promise.”   Yuji's brown eyes calmly followed his expression, his fingers, his red eyes, and his like face. Sukuna's eyebrows rose in impatience for his response, and Yuji narrowed his own in irritation.   “No! You're bad, I won't lend you my body anymore.”     His breathing failed as Sukuna sat on his belly and leaned toward him. Two hands held his face steady, almost making him feel the tip of his purple nails scratch his cheekbones and scalp, if it weren't for his breaths, blending together.   Both glances fixed longer, and Yuji swallowed hard as the Sukuna whispered:   “So, you little shit…” He looked down, as if there was a need to scare him. “I promise that when I do this, I won't kill and hurt anyone.”   The sound of their weight in the red water was the only one Yuji could hear, other than their breathing. The ass near his belly was also inciting him to have impertinent thoughts.   He was still very young as a shaman and had no idea what it meant to make a deal with a curse, but he could not do something without thinking of a condition in his favor, in addition to having his life back.   I needed something after that.   His hands pulled Sukuna's from his face, pushing him away. “Okay, get off me, I accept the conditions.”   I didn't know what the cursed being's expression was when they stood up, but yours, which was static, hardened before punching him in the nose, nearly knocking him to the ground.   “It even seems like I'll accept this, how am I going to trust you?”   Sukuna just wiped his nose, giving a half smile. “You won't know, it's a pact, I can only do what I said.”   “Are you going to bring me back like a magician and then have the upper hand, being able to take command without me knowing anything? NO!”   “So… Let's fight to the death, if you win, I don't set any conditions, and if I win, you come back agreeing to all of them.”   Yuji gritted his teeth, walking up to him to hold his kimono. “But I want to remember everything that's going on here.” He wanted to pluck the smile from Sukuna's lips, which was now stained with the blood that ran again from his nose. His eyes followed there, patiently awaiting the answer. I hadn't noticed when his breaths started to gasp, since the place wasn't hot.   “Done.” Sukuna's lips moved, before Yuji saw, a hand again with a piece of white cloth from the kimono wiped the blood properly this time, before the reddish mouth curved into a half smile. However, Yuji did not let go of him, thoughtful.   “Are you going to stare at me all day?”   In a stupor, Yuji blinked, as if something woke him up. Sukuna looked at him impatiently, until he suddenly, somewhat reluctantly, said:   “I-I accept, counting on you not hurting me either if you leave my body. Also… I want to add something…”   It seemed that his courage had dissipated overnight, which made Sukuna find it interesting.   “Is that what a brat?”   Yuji's hands trembled and suddenly Sukuna saw his face on top of his, already at a speed that could not stop the lips that had collided with his, in strong, raw and somewhat disconnected movements.   “Hrgg!”   The curse was paralyzed with wide eyes, however, his mouth unconsciously moved for a few seconds later closing his eyes. It was strange and strangely hot when he felt a certain involvement in it, until he felt Yuji break the kiss, panting. He had paralyzing, pleading eyes, as if all his hope was there. “Be my boyfriend.”   “What?” Sukuna took her eyes from his lips to the almond-shaped irises, alive and flashy. __________________________ After they formed the pact, a flurry of times Sukuna manifested it as a mouth on his face, scaring his friends, but as a pretext to keep talking. Sukuna would pull him out of his nightmares every time to lure him into his domain.   The king of curses justified it as “boyfriend stuff”, until Yuji realized it wasn't cool to be in this lonely, dark place, so they always talked even when they weren't face to face.   He was always chatty, and the curse in his mind always complained about it, but over time his company began to be enjoyed by sharing the same body. They kissed every night when they met.   "S-Sukuna, I'm s-ashamed."   “Didn't you want to date? So let's date.”   “With that hand, you want more than that.”   This was on one of the nights after they formed the pact. Sukuna had taken him to the back of his mind in the middle of the night. He woke up being kissed, caressed.   “M-But I've never done that, have you?”   “But of course already!”   “With a man?”   “…” They went beyond nothing but kisses and caresses, until in training before the sister schools' exchange in Kyoto, Satoru Gojo noticed something.   “Yuji-kun, are you sleeping better?”   “Ai refused!”   Yuji nearly jumped off the couch when he spilled the soda, taking the film's attention away. Despite this, he continued to hold the cursed energy on the bear in his lap, as ordered.   “Y-Yes, the nightmares are over.”   The teacher sat beside him, staring at him through the dark band.   “Really? Because I'm sure I've been hearing you speak loudly at night.”   “A-ah, it's just, b-well, I don't know.”   “Did Sukuna say anything to you during your death? Something about restriction pacts?”   The albino's face approached his, making him uncomfortable. “Y-Yes, we said something about that.”   The older shaman's face approached even closer with a smile. “Great! So? Tell me everything!”   Yuji could clearly feel Sukuna turning inside him, as he felt the pressure on him and the awkward closeness.   “We, we are —” The teacher's arm passed around his shoulder, urging him to speak, and at the same moment a mouth of Sukuna manifested itself on his shoulder in an attempt to bite him, and another appeared on his face.   “Get away from what's mine!”   “Look! The incredible king, to what do I owe the honors of his presence?”   “Fuck you!” Gojo took off his arm, and Yuji dropped the bear's cursed body to rebuke the curse mouth on his cheek, then continue to respond.   "Sukuna! Sensei, I..."   “DON'T TELL HIM!” “We are dating.” Sukuna slapped himself in the face, sinking into the throne of his own domain. I didn't want to hear the end of the conversation anymore, where I already knew Yuji would tell everything in detail. Contrary to what they believed the strongest sorcerer would do, Sensei Gojo looked for ways for Sukuna to come out to help Yuji if it was pertinent, manifesting his presence to also ‘deepen romantic bonds.’   “Now you can take Yuji-kun on a date! They don't need to arrive early.” Gojo said when he saw Sukuna pulling Yuji out of the room the other day, to do a mission.   “Don't give me orders!   “Ignore him, Sukuna.” Yuji pulled her boyfriend back when he showed signs of attacking the teacher, threatening him as he does every day.   “I'm still going to kill you! When I get out of here.”   “Go dreaming weakling.” Gojo removed the eye stripe showing the bluish orbitals. He said goodbye with his hand, with a wink. “Take care of each other.”   … Even though Sukuna was strong with twenty fingers, able to even surpass him with total power, Satoru Gojo believed that the power of love was stronger than that of hate. And that if anything had a chance of stopping a big fight in the future, it would be this. According to their super advanced thinking, it was hypothesized that Itadori Yuji was the great chance to undo the curses king's terrible intentions.   Despite this, his absence was still pertinent for Sukuna to continue with his plan, but maintaining the intention of carrying Yuji to his side in the slaughter game.   “I'll get you, my brat.”   Sukuna had just possessed Megumi's body and fought Maki. With new abilities, he summoned Nue and kissed Yuji on the lips, reluctantly in his gaze, pinning him to the ground with the shadows of frogs. Subsequently, he raised flight on the great shikigami to the heavens with his servant Uraume, being totally free for the first time and in fifteen fingers' possession of his power. “Sukunaaaa!”   With tears in his eyes, Yuji slammed his fists on the ground, screaming and calling.   Soon after this happened, Satoru Gojo was finally released from the prison kingdom, and he, as promised, scheduled a fight with Ryomen Sukuna. Both Jujutsu sorcerers would have to exterminate Kenjaku, and finally the King of Curses.  … December 24th  The fight was fierce, after five expansions of dominance, the bodies of the two strongest sorcerers were tired, bruised.   “Give Megumi back.” Gojo says, ripping the rags from his black shirt, after nearly being decimated by his purple emptiness.   “Give me Yuji.” Ignoring the request, Sukuna performed a spell reversal, healing his arms to make the shadow seal. The veins in his eyes appeared burst, reddish. His brain was damaged by the limitless void.   “Give yourself up and you can live with him peacefully for the rest of your life.”   Loud laughter can be heard throughout the wreckage of Shinjuku, and through the monitors on which Yuji and everyone watched the fight, they could see Sukuna say.   “We both know that's not going to happen.”   The king of curses looked at one of the cursed ravens of the sorceress Meimei, from which came the video and sound transition for everyone. Yuji felt a shiver run down his spine as red eyes stared from the screen as if staring at him in person.   “Hand it over if you want to live.”   The white-haired sorcerer gave himself a chuckle, confirming something in his thought. Sukuna was desperate and in love.   And that was a good thing. That could change everything. “What are you laughing at, idiot?” He staggered back, leaning on one of the rubble of the buildings.   “You know Yuji isn't bad, don't you?”   A quick charge with an elbow from Sukuna came over Gojo's head, and he threw himself to the ground, resting his hands there to raise a kick, blocked by Sukuna's hand, which he held by squeezing his leg tightly, anger in his eyes.   “I know him more than all of you, more than he knows himself.”   “So, you can already imagine…” The bright blue eyes of the white-haired man widened, emphasizing with his voice in authority. “That any evil plan you have cannot be carried out.” He defended himself, but with difficulty, when Sukuna's leg went towards his stomach and continued: “Exactly because… you can't continue being who you are now, being by his side.”   “Shut up! You don't know anything!” With a bottom-up punch, Sukuna hit his nose, causing small drops of blood to run down, wetting his chest.     With a smile on his lips, the strongest sorcerer of the modern age laughed, and as proud as he was and wanted to end the fight in his own ways, he also wanted to consider the feelings of each of his students. Including Yuji.   So when Sukuna's cut came and cut him inside in half, he immediately put his second plan into action, closing his eyes and letting his mind work on his healing, while Yuji and the other sorcerers went as agreed, against the King of Curses, in his original form.   It would be a long struggle.   It couldn't be his way, but Yuji could properly get Megumi back, and who knows…   …     “NOOO!”   Yuji's hands held the parched cursed mass, what remained of Sukuna's presence, which also looked like a model mixture with the earth. He took one of the combat gloves from his hand and opened it by placing the curse inside. He kept it in his coat before they saw it. “I-Itadori.” Megumi groaned on the ground, after being extracted from the incarnate cursed object. Yuji immediately moved to him, soon hearing the footsteps of the others approaching.   “Megumi, are you okay?” His hand went under the back of his friend's neck, lifting lightly.   The teenager stammered a few words, but fainted again. Yuji smiled slightly when he felt the palpitation in his neck, indicating that he was fine, however, his expression soon fell apart, with his heart, which seemed twisted.   Some of the school members were injured, and luckily there were no deaths.    _____________________________ Weeks after the great struggle in the cursed land of Shinjuku, Yuji was at Sendai Station. Finally, after a year since he became a sorcerer, he could have a vacation. He was returning to his city, willing to resolve unfinished business since his grandfather's death, and perhaps take a break from his journey as a sorcerer.   His sensei was fine, had fully recovered after the killing blow he received, brand new. Megumi also took a vacation and Nobara went after her mother, ever since the teacher revealed the location to her. In his ears, the information also came that a finger from Sukuna had remained in the school's possession, but somehow, it disappeared.   I had nothing to comment on, since the remains of Sukuna that he took clandestinely also disappeared, mysteriously. And no sign of evil energy was warned.   “Finally.” Yuji blew out his hands, warming them up, when he got off the subway, amid a large number of people. “Home sweet home.”   I really wanted to visit your old friends at Sugisawa School, and maybe the nurses who took care of your grandfather in the hospital if you have time. He had many plans, many things he wanted to enjoy and get back to living his new life.   Adjusting the backpack on his back he walked calmly to the subway exit. He lightly combed his hair back, completely removing the fringes from his forehead, when a female voice called to him.   “Itadori-kun, what about you?”    When he turned around, a young family member was already hot on his trail with a wide smile.   “Ozawa?”    It was the girl who studied with him in elementary school.    “Did you decide to take a vacation?”   She lowered her scarf to show more of her face as she moved to walk beside her. He was wearing a long brown coat, a cap and pulling out a cart bag. “No way, I decided to go back to take care of my grandmother, you know how it is, there are things that take us back.”   “Really? What a coincidence!” His voice came out a little muffled when he coughed lightly, and she gave him a curious look. “I'll stick around too.”   Her face suddenly turned pink, “we could match something, I don't know, with this weather.” Ozawa looked away from him. They stopped next to the gatehouse, where there were two opposite exits. “Do you like snow?”   “I like it. But now I don't know.” He reluctantly said. “Maybe I can make a doll, but I'm not in the mood.”   He made mention of going the other way.   “Itadori-kun!” Her gloved hand held her arm delicately, and her face was very red. “W-want my number? We can bump into each other around, so if we want.”   “Oh yeah, okay!”   He bowed in apology and picked up the phone, reaching for the contacts app to write down. That's when they heard symbolizing sounds of the last seasons, and several people disembarked, passing around them. She spoke the numbers calmly, and slowly, he dialed.   “Oh!”   She gave a scream as a figure passed between them, pushing her back a little. Yuji was going to ask him if everything was okay as he searched for the clumsy, hurried figure who passed them. But his body came to a standstill as bright red eyes stared at him for a second, before blending into the crowd as they passed the exit.   “Itadori-kun!”   Ozawa called to him, but his eyes were glazed elsewhere, and his feet unconsciously were already walking, quickening their steps.   As he passed the exit of the large station, he again saw the hooded figure look back again as he walked, mingling in the crowd.   “HEY YOU!”   With a shout Yuji continued running, not bothering to put on his cap since it was snowing heavily. He walked among the people and managed to grab a black tracksuit.   “What is this?” A gentleman gave him a look of contempt, pulling his clothes back. “Don't come rob me, I have no money!”   “Oh no, I'm sorry sir.” Yuji raised his hands in surrender and then bowed his body in a salute. “It was my mistake, I thought it was someone I knew.”   “Tch.” The man ignored it, turning up his nose and walking again, clinging to his bag. This made him sigh dejectedly.   His breathing was rapid, it had run like a desperate madman.    “I was sure…” Yuji sighed, scratching his messy pink hair again. “Nah. Thing in my head.”    His eyes rolled around, spotting the icy snow falling from the sky. It was a little deep in the ground around the passage, where it could catch the bus to its neighborhood. I could only go around by opting for the other avenue, but I decided to go under the viaduct.   He regretted not having said a proper goodbye to his colleague, he had run away anyway, without exchanging contacts.    “I must have looked crazy. Behind a ghost.” He passed between the columns, spotting the bus stop in the distance, when he felt hands grab his waist and one covering his mouth, pulling him back from the structure.   “What ghost?”   A deep, familiar voice asked, making him turn around, widening his sockets. He stared into the same red eyes that he saw little of now, and which, when he took off his black hood, revealed the coral hair, four eyes, and the intact face of the original form of:   “S-Sukuna, y-you are…” Yuji's voice was trembling, and Sukuna pulled him to lift him in his arms, resting his back against his spine. “A-Ali—”   “Alive.” Sukuna completed, and immediately felt Yuji's hands against both sides of his face, which gave him the same freedom to do the same, bringing their faces closer together. “Yes, I came back for you.”   “For me?” A slight smile manifested itself on Yuji's lips, as Sukuna's opened with conviction.    “I'm your boyfriend, aren't I?” The young man laughed, waving before the looks of both descended in longing into each other's mouths, the thoughts in sync.    His lips drew near, touching each other firmly, eager and content. The warm tongues wandered among them, in the heat of longing, amidst the embrace, which grew, as if they wanted to unite again, in one.   Sukuna's hand grabbed her pink hair, maneuvering her head to deepen the kiss further, breathing carefully as Yuji's legs tangled around his waist.   The younger man's arms wrapped around the older man's neck, who then broke the kiss, seeing that from there it would be an endless moment.   “Let's continue somewhere else.” He sighed, giving small kisses to Yuji's stained lips, before pulling him down from his lap.   “Wait.” The young man closed his eyes, composing himself, before opening them again. “Didn't anyone follow you?”    Sukuna's eyes rolled back. “Obviously not, the only one who saw me was you. Did you feel any cursed energy?”   “No!”   “Great!” He gave a satisfied smile. “Thanks to you, I managed to find a way.” Yuji's face was beaming at that information. “Let's go to my house.” He took his hand, seeing him cover his four arms and head with his black robe. “Or we can make some snowmen, look!” He pointed to the thick, white surface on the ground.    The situation was not normal at all, but I wanted to act as if it were.   There was no one nearby, they could walk freely without worries. As they once did when they returned from one of the missions.   The eldest thought to deny it, but only nudged him in questioning. “Didn't you say you weren't in the mood?” Which made Yuji give him a suspicious look.   “Were you listening to my conversation with Ozawa?” He saw him wave simply. “Since when were you following me?” “From Tokyo.” Revealed, laughing.   “Idiot.” He hugged Sukuna, and although he was bigger now in true form, he didn't stop him from trying to sway his body, swaying lightly.   Their backs were embraced too, and they turned slowly. Yuji took a hand from Sukuna, placing it on his waist.   “What are you doing, brat?”   “Dancing.”   He pulled it, making it move, spin and walk awkwardly.   “If you let go, it's like a rock.” Yuji laughed, seeing Sukuna's face closed and restrained. In an attempt not to give in. “Oh, come on Sukky.” “What did you call me?”   “You're welcome.” He laughed even harder as Sukuna brought their faces closer, raising one eyebrow in interest.   “Acts!” “I won't talk, only if you dance with me.”   A dangerous laugh came from the man, who caught his waist gluing them both together, their bodies lined up, giving him a laugh. When he felt the other was going to cooperate, he shook lightly, without exaggeration, just hugging him again.   One of Sukuna's hands massaged his back and the other raised his face, resting on his chest, while a dance of glances also took place.   “Yuji…” The larger body bowed, bringing their faces closer together. Unconsciously, he also stood on tiptoe to find his labia majora.   Again, due to the need to deepen the kiss, Sukuna pulled him up a little, however, something had been in Yuji's chest since the battle of Shinjuku, making him undo the contacts, looking right into the crimson eyes.   "I love you, Sukky. ”    The red irises trembled as they stared at their chestnuts. After a few seconds, he received a kiss on the forehead, with nasal laughter, making him tingle.    “What's funny?”   “Nothing.”   Sukuna stroked his cheek, remembering how it all started with a pact, which made him think it would only give him a headache, but what happened was completely the opposite.   “I love you too, brat.” He kissed her lips again, spinning their bodies and exchanging caresses.   There was nothing there on the viaduct, just the two of them and the snow, in love.

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