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Update - When Worlds Collides

Hey guys just a little update. There won’t be a chapter for today. I’ll try and get it out by the middle of this week. Sorry for the late update, personal things have just come up 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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When Worlds Collides

Chapter 10 - Hammer and Nails

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Cars rush by, just like the people around you, always in a hurry. You were never quite comfortable in loud places, so you let the music in your headphones guide you to a sense of peace. Leaning against a railing, you wait for Gojo to arrive. Fushiguro stands beside you, his demeanour as unreadable as ever, while Yuji has already run ahead, his impatience getting the best of him.

The steady rhythm of the music fills your ears as you glance down at your new uniform with a small smile. This was definitely Gojo's doing, he couldn't resist putting his own touch on it.

Your blazer is black, cropped just above your waist, with the Jujutsu emblem subtly resting at the top. A matching pair of shorts sits snugly on your frame, adorned with two straps that dangle freely. You're grateful the shorts are slightly oversized; it'll make fighting much easier. Your outfit is completed by black boots and knee-high socks that stop just below your knees.

For someone who barely knows you, he got your style spot on.

"Y/N," you faintly hear Yuji's voice over your music. Looking up, you see him wearing a pair of novelty sunglasses that spell out "ROOK" in blocky letters. In his hand, he holds another pair tightly.

You take out one of your earplugs to hear him better.

"Oh god," you laugh at the sight of him. "Please tell me that one isn't for me." Your eyes drop to the second pair in his grip.

He pouts, lifting them toward you. "Of course it is! We have to look—" He places the glasses onto your head, barely holding in a giggle. "—cool."

Now, you're wearing sunglasses shaped into the word "COOL." You sigh at the awful pun.

"You two are ridiculous," Fushiguro mutters.

"You're just jealous you don't have a pair," you tease, striking a dramatic pose with Yuji to rub it in his face.

"Sorry for the wait... Ohh! Your uniforms made it in time," Gojo steps into view, his usual carefree grin in place. You glance between your uniform and Yuji's before nodding.

"Yeah, it fits great! But I noticed mine's a little different from Fushiguro's." Yuji tugs at his hood, which is a bold red, unlike Fushiguro's all-black one. "And Y/N's is completely different. Hers is definitely way cooler."

Gojo chuckles, taking a moment to admire all of you. "That's because the uniforms can be customized upon request."

"Huh? But I never put in any requests." yuji scratches his head. 

"You're right. I was the one who put in the custom order," Gojo admits with a sly smile, which only makes Fushiguro roll his eyes.

"Be careful. Gojo has a habit of pulling stuff like this," Fushiguro mutters, clearly unimpressed.

You stand near the entrance of the station, waiting for Nobara. Nervously, you grab a handful of popcorn, courtesy of Gojo, who generously bought some for you and Yuji.

 By all the gods, you hope she likes you. You remember watching her on your screen, wishing you had a friend like her in real life. And now, you finally have the chance.

A sudden outburst snaps you out of your thoughts. You turn to see her, Nobara Kugisaki arguing with a man over a modelling gig. She's even prettier in real life.

"Wait, she's the one we have to talk to?" Yuji chuckles nervously, stepping back a bit.

A grin spreads across your face. "I like her already."

Noticing the group of you in matching uniforms, Nobara shifts her attention and walks over. "Nobara Kugisaki. You should be honored, boys," she announces confidently.

"I'm Yuji Itadori, from Sendai!" Yuji says brightly, while Fushiguro, as expected, keeps it short and blunt, only stating his last name.

"Y/N L/N, and that man is stupid for not taking your contact" you say excitedly.

Her eyes widen at your comment, but eventually, her lips curl into a grin. "Damn right. Men are always stupid," she declares proudly, puffing out her chest. "I'm so glad there's another girl," she adds with a dramatic sigh. "I don't know if I could survive being stuck with a boy who looks like a potato and probably picked his nose as a kid." She jabs a finger at Yuji. "And this one," she continues, pointing at Fushiguro, "definitely gives off 'puts himself on a pedestal even though he looks emo' vibes."

You burst out laughing.

"I did not pick my nose!" Yuji protests, clearly offended.

Fushiguro, of course, ignores the conversation entirely. "Are we going somewhere from here?" he turns to gojo. 

"Hehehe... Well, we do have all four of you together," Gojo says, that mischievous grin tugging at his lips. "And since three of you kids are from the countryside... that means—we're going to Tokyo."

Kugisaki and Yuji both leap into the air with excitement, twirling around Gojo while chanting, "Tokyo! Tokyo!" in sheer delight.

Technically, he's not wrong. They are going to Tokyo—just not the kind of sightseeing trip they're expecting.

Their groans echo as they take in the building looming ahead, a stark contrast to the joy just moments ago. A small snort escapes you as you watch their faces fall. The structure in front of you pulses with energy—something heavy, yet alive. You pause for a moment, letting it wash over you. Now that you're not in immediate danger, it finally sinks in: you're really here. The thick, undeniable presence of cursed energy is overwhelming.

"You liar," Yuji mutters as he slumps forward.

"It's cruel to toy with country folk like that," Kugisaki hisses, venom lacing her words.

Gojo, unfazed as always, starts explaining the situation, which only fuels Yuji's confusion.

"Is this guy for real? This is like, basic-level stuff," Kugisaki groans, pinching the bridge of her nose, clearly unimpressed by her fellow recruit.

"Well..." Fushiguro chimes in, "Yuji shouldn't even be here. The only reason he is, is because he ate Sukuna's finger."

Kugisaki recoils in horror. "That's so gross." Her eyes whip toward you. "Please tell me you didn't eat a finger too."

You laugh, holding your hands up defensively. "No way."

"She's a special case," Gojo adds, stepping forward. "Can you feel it, Kugisaki? Her cursed energy?"

He's testing her, you can tell.

Kugisaki takes a step closer, her eyes scanning over you. Her brows knit together as she studies you, the way your energy flickers, glitching unnaturally across your body, like it's alive. Like it has its own will.

"That's so freaky..." she murmurs, awe in her voice. "But also kinda cool. Lowkey jealous," she pouts. You finally exhale, not even realizing you'd been holding your breath. She leaves it at that, and you silently thank the gods she doesn't push further. If she had asked about your cursed energy, you wouldn't have had the slightest clue how to explain it. 

"Anyway! Yuji, Nobara, and Y/N, you'll be exorcising some curses today!" Gojo claps his hands, grinning like this is the most casual thing in the world.

"Wait, what?!" you sputter. "I can't go in there! I don't even know how to fight, or how to use my cursed energy. I'll die!" Your voice shakes, anxiety rising like bile in your throat.

"Don't worry, you've got Yuji and Nobara with you," Gojo says, looking down at you with that ever-relaxed smile.

"Yeah, I'll protect you, Y/N," Yuji says with a reassuring grin, placing a hand on your shoulder.

Fushiguro finally lifts his gaze to meet yours, a flicker of doubt in his expression. He's remembering the way your cursed energy flared when Sukuna's finger was near—how it felt hungry.

Should Gojo really be letting you walk into that kind of danger?

"Maybe she should sit this one out," Fushiguro says carefully. You turn toward him, caught between gratitude and curiosity. What exactly is going on in his head? "Or I can go in with them," he adds, his gaze flicking toward Gojo.

"She'll be fine," Gojo says, brushing off Fushiguro's concern with a wave. "Just stick with the others," he tells you.

You step into the building, your anxiety pounding in time with your footsteps. Every small sound in the dim corridor seems to echo inside your skull, setting your nerves on edge and tightening every muscle in your body.

"Hey, I got you," Yuji says gently, placing a hand on the small of your back. You offer him a brief smile, then quietly match your pace to Kugisaki's just ahead.

"What a pain in my ass," Kugisaki mutters with an irritated sigh. "I come all the way to Tokyo and I still have to deal with dumb curses." She suddenly straightens. "Alright, let's make this quick. We'll split up."

She grabs your arm. "L/N is coming with me."

Yuji frowns and takes your other arm. "Uh, no. She's with me, so I can protect her."

He tugs you toward him, triggering Kugisaki to pull harder in the opposite direction.

"Pft. What, I can't protect her because I'm a woman?" she scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Typical boy logic." With one last yank, you stumble toward her.

"Let's go, L/N. Get away from this clueless normie," she says, dragging you up the stairs.

"You're a roller coaster of emotions today!" Yuji calls after you both with a half-laugh as you ascend.

"This is why girls don't like you!" Kugisaki shouts back.

In the distance, you hear him grumble, "How do you know they don't like me, huh?! Are you even popular enough to talk? Bitch..."

But you're already out of earshot, missing the quiet, almost hopeful words that follow:

"Y/N likes me, right?"

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒸𝒽, 𝓎𝒶𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝒽𝒶𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝒹. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝒹 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒾𝓉, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒. 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀, 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒻-𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈. 𝐼𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹.𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝒶𝓌𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈, 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒶 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓌. 𝐿𝓊𝓃𝒶'𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁 𝒷𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑒𝑔𝓈, 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝒾𝑔𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓁𝓎, 𝓈𝒸𝑜𝑜𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓊𝓅 ���𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝓊𝒷𝒷𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝒻𝓊𝓇.

"𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀, 𝐿𝓊𝓃𝒶?" 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓈𝓀, 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓋𝒶𝓁.

"𝑀𝑒𝑜𝓌."

"𝐼 𝒶𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒," 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝓃. "𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒."𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉, 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝒽 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

"L/N!" yells of your name snaps you back to the harsh reality that you are facing. Kugisaki is beside you panic and worry stretch across her face as a curse is before you both holding a child hostage. The child trembles in fear as the creature tightens its grip. "we need to back down" Kugisaki tells you as she places down her hammer.  You back away slowly, eyes still plastered on the boy. 

"We're unarmed now let the boy go" she demands at the curse, but to no surprise to you it mocks her with a gargled laugh. "shit" she mutters "its not letting him go". You try to steady your breathing, forcing yourself to relax. Yuji will be here. Any second now, he'll come crashing through that wall like he does in the anime. But as the seconds stretch thin, the bricks remain untouched, silent, still.

A knot tightens in your chest. Not just from Yuji's delay, but from a ravenous urge building beneath your skin. Your cursed energy tenses, trembling beneath your skin. It's eager to break loose. It pulls at you like a restless child, whining for release, desperate to devour the curse in front of you. 

Muttering beneath your breath, you step forward. The curse shudders but keeps the boy tightly in its grip.

"You can sense it too, huh?" you say, tilting your head. The curse gurgles something unintelligible.

"What are you doing?" Kugisaki hisses, her voice sharp and low.

"Don't worry," you reply, pausing for a beat. "I believe it's scared." You take another step. The curse screeches, recoiling again, but the wall looms behind it, leaving no escape. 

So close, your cursed energy whispers.

Please.

Another step.

Your senses flare.

But then a sudden crash and a flicker of pink hair peeks through the cracked wall. Your body retreats on instinct. Power drains. Fear returns. Yuji bursts through, fists already flying, slamming the curse across the room. The child collapses, finally released from the monster’s grasp.

“You guys okay?” Yuji’s voice cuts through the tension like sunlight.

You nod, already sprinting to the boy.

“I’ll get him out of here.” The child clings tightly to your neck as you lift him, sprinting out of the building. “It’s okay. You’re safe now.”

The front doors slam opens and heavy footsteps pounds in pursuit. Fushiguro is the first to stand up, watching you frantically breath as a small boy clings to you. 

"L/N!" his body tugs him to you but his reaction is cut short by another crash. The wall bursts open again as Kugisaki drives her nails into the curse without hesitation.

“Oh good. She is crazy,” Gojo mutters.

Your mind is blank as you stare down at the menu in front of you. After the “field trip,” as Gojo liked to call it, Yuji and Kugisaki insisted on going out to eat, well, more accurately, Kugisaki threatened Gojo until he gave in.

Still, your thoughts are elsewhere. You’re too caught up in everything that’s happened. And now, the weight of it all settles in your chest, a heavy realization about the position you’re in.

Can I really do this?

I’m just a normal person. 

I’m not a sorcerer.

“What are you getting?” Yuji’s voice cuts in, cheerful as he leans over your shoulder to scan the menu with you.

“Oh, um… I’m not sure,” you say, shaking your head slightly, trying to pull yourself back into the moment.

“Ooo, get the sushi! That’s what I’m getting,” he says, pointing to the sushi section with a grin.

You manage a faint smile. “Yeah, okay.”

Across from you, Fushiguro watches in silence. His brows are furrowed, his eyes fixed, not on the menu, but on you. He notices the small things: the way your shoulders slump, how your breath catches, the way your teeth press into your bottom lip.

It’s not like you.

The person who was once so full of life now looks… like they don’t belong here.

Maybe he shouldn’t care. Maybe he’s just overthinking. But then you meet his gaze, and something tightens in his chest.

He recognizes that look.

The same one he sees in the mirror.

Lost.

“L/N.” Kugisaki’s voice pulls you back. She pokes your arm, and your eyes quickly dart away from Fushiguro’s. Your cheeks flush with heat.

How long was he looking? What was he thinking?

“Come to the bathroom with me,” she says, grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the booth before you can respond.

She pushes open the door and struts into the ladies’ room like she owns the place. You lean against the sink, waiting, stealing occasional glances at yourself in the mirror.

A few moments later, she steps out of the stall and walks over, studying her reflection. “Ugh, I need to use a different moisturizer,” she mutters, then looks at you through the mirror.

“So… what was all that about, by the way?” she asks, turning on the tap.

“What was what?” you reply, facing her.

“That whole ‘you can sense it too,’” she mimics, clearly referring to when you stepped up to the cursed spirit.

You lower your head and shrug.

“I’m not sure. Honestly… I don’t even know why I said it.” You pause, debating whether to tell her the full truth. “I guess I was just trying to seem intimidating,” you add with a small chuckle, hoping it’s enough to cover the uncertainty in your voice. 

She laughs. “Well, it worked. You had me all worked up.” The tap shuts off with a soft click.

“I could never be more intimidating than you, though, Kugisaki.” The thoughts that had been clouding your mind begin to fade, and a genuine smile returns to your face.

“Well, obviously,” she scoffs but there’s no edge to it, just warmth. “Oh, and call me Nobara, bestie.”

Bonus

“WHAT!” Nobara gasps, eyes wide.

She dashes toward her desk, shoving papers aside with a flurry of motion. Pens clatter loudly in the drawer as she rummages through it. Then, with triumph in her eyes, she leaps back onto the bed beside you, grinning from ear to ear as she hands you a CD.

“I knew you were going to be my new best friend!”

Your eyes go wide as you hold the Nicki Minaj – Pink Friday CD in your hands. “Oh my god, it’s signed!” A squeal escapes your lips as you stare at the treasure like it’s made of gold.

“It was so hard to find one,” Nobara giggles, bouncing with excitement at discovering you’re also a Nicki fan.

“Isn’t this, like… super expensive?” You carefully set it down on the bed, afraid you might damage it.

“Eh, yeah—but totally worth it,” she says, picking it back up and flopping onto her back, admiring it like it’s sacred. “I want to see her live so badly.”

“Maybe she’ll tour here and if she does, I’ll get you tickets,” you offer.

She bolts upright and wraps her arms around you in a tight, sudden hug. “If you do that, I’ll marry you and love you forever.” You laugh at her dramatics but accept the embrace, your heart light.

The two of you spend the rest of the evening belting out every track on the album, jumping on the bed like kids, pretending you're on stage in front of millions of screaming fans who came just to see you.

So lost in your shared fantasy, you don’t notice the door crack open.

A certain white-haired man peeks in. He watches silently, eyes softening at the sight of you dancing, singing, and laughing without a care. Something stirs in him, a feeling he isn’t used too. Before it can bloom into something real, he gently closes the door...like he was never there at all.

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A/N - Omg I have no idea why but this chapter took forever to write. I guess my brain just wasn't working with me. But I think it ended up really good. Ugh I just wanna skips some parts but I know it will be good for the plot - meaning SMUTTTTTT

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When Worlds Collides

Chapter 9 - New Students

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A/N - Hiya! Sorry for late post work has been stressful ugh. If i could i would be writing everyday and posting every day. But bills and life just gets in the way 😭 Anyway this is my longest chapter yet. Also have a bonus part which i was thinking on doing with the other chapters too. Let me know what you think

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It took over three hours to reach Tokyo. The journey was peaceful as you watch the scenery pass by in a blur. You and Fushiguro kept your distance, barely speaking. Yet, every now and then, he stole subtle glances your way. He couldn't quite figure you out. Normally, people were open books to him, easy to read. But you were different. Unpredictable. And then there was your cursed energy; offbeat, unsettling, unlike anything he'd encountered before. That scared him.

Finally, you've arrived at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. You gasp as you take it all in, it's even more breath-taking than in the anime. Traditional Japanese-style buildings are scattered across the expansive grounds, their curved rooftops and wooden frames exuding an air of timeless elegance. The entire campus is enveloped by a dense forest, shrouding it in secrecy and separating it from the outside world. The serene atmosphere contrasts sharply with the knowledge that within these walls, powerful sorcerers are trained to battle curses lurking in the shadows.

"It's beautiful," you mutter under your breath, eyes still drinking in the sight.

"It's alright," Fushiguro shrugs, already walking ahead. His tone is indifferent, but you catch the familiarity in his voice, he's used to this place. You quickly fall into step beside him. "Gojo-sensei will be with Itadori," he adds, leading you deeper into the campus.

You follow, weaving through dimly lit hallways, the wooden floors creaking softly beneath your steps. The atmosphere shifts as you arrive at a particular building, the air feels heavier, charged with something unseen. This is where the cursed spirits are held.

Fushiguro stops at the entrance and turns to you. "Wait here," he says before slipping away, most likely heading to see Shoko for treatment.

Now alone, you glance around the dimly lit room. The silence is unnerving, broken only by the faint hum of cursed energy lingering in the air. You take a deep breath, letting the reality of your situation sink in. You're really here. As much as this feels like a dream, you know the truth, Jujutsu Kaisen is far from the safest world to be isekai'd into. Danger lurks at every corner, unpredictable and merciless. If you want to survive, you need to be prepared. You need to become stronger.

You sigh, already dreading the uphill battle ahead.

It's going to be a pain in the ass.

Seconds stretch into minutes as you wait, the silence heavy with anticipation. Finally, the door in front of you creaks open, revealing two familiar figures, Gojo and Yuji.

A relieved smile spreads across your face as you rush forward, wrapping Yuji in a tight hug.

"Y/N? You're here too!" he laughs, easily returning the embrace.

You step back, rubbing the back of your neck. "Didn't have much of a choice," you mumble. Your eyes search his face, scanning for any signs of distress. "Are you okay? I mean, as okay as you can be after eating a cursed object?"

Yuji grins, his usual bright, carefree expression unwavering. Even in the most bizarre situations, he still manages to smile.

"Ah yeah, I'm tots fine. Just gotta be executed and all." He waves his hand in the air as if it's nothing more than an inconvenience. You knew this was coming. You knew he'd be fine for now. But that doesn't stop the sadness from creeping into your expression.

"Wh... what? Why?" You turn to Gojo, eyes wide with disbelief. You need to be shocked. You need to be angry. Because if you were just a normal person, a friend who wasn't aware of the story's future, it wouldn't make sense to react any other way.

"The higher-ups want him dead. He's a vessel now for the most powerful curse—Sukuna." Gojo explains, his usual laid-back tone laced with something heavier. He places a hand on your shoulder, grounding you, but it does nothing to ease the growing pain in your chest.

"No! He can't just die! He saved us!" Your voice wavers, eyes stinging with unshed tears. It's not fair. After everything Yuji did, everything he risked, how could they decide his fate so easily? Yuji watches you with quiet concern before gently taking your hand in his. His warmth is steady, reassuring, even as he gives you the same heart-breaking reality.

"It's okay, Y/N." He offers a small, sad smile. "I won't die right now. First, I'm going to eat all of Sukuna's fingers. If I do that, then the King of Curses will be gone for good. He won't be able to hurt anyone again." His words are meant to comfort you, but they only make the weight in your chest grow heavier. You can hear the acceptance in his voice, he's already made peace with his fate. Because that's just the kind of person Yuji is. Selfless. Brave. Too good for this world.

"But... you don't deserve this." You whisper the words like a truth the universe should have already known.

Gojo sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Y/N, I promise, if there's another way, we'll find it. But right now, this is the plan."

Then, just as quickly, his tone shifts back to something lighter, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Soooo... let's make the most of it!"

It's classic Gojo—deflecting, keeping things from getting too heavy—but you don't miss the way his grip on your shoulder lingers for just a second longer.

Even he knows how fragile this all is.

You and Yuji walk alongside Gojo toward the main building at the centre of the campus, the air around you heavy with unspoken determination.

"Did you see Sasaki and Iguchi?" you ask Yuji softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah... they're gonna be okay." His gaze drops to the ground, his fists clenching at his sides. "I won't let that happen again. I'll become stronger, strong enough so no one else gets hurt." His words are a quiet promise, one meant for both you and himself. You nod, understanding his words. After all, that's your goal too.

Before the conversation can continue, Gojo's voice cuts through the air. "Tokyo Jujutsu High School," he announces, gesturing toward the grand structure before you. "One of only two jujutsu educational institutions in existence". You and Yuji stare in awe at the grand structure before you.

"As a cover, it's officially recognized as a private religious school," Gojo explains. "But in reality, it serves as a cornerstone of the jujutsu community. Many sorcerers continue using it as a base even after graduation, making it vital not just for education, but also for support and mission mediation. Anyway, both of you have an interview with the principal coming up."

"The principal?" Yuji raises an eyebrow.

Gojo wags a finger at him. "Screw this up, and he could reject your admission, just like that."

Yuji gasps in disbelief.

"And then what? You'll just kill Yuji?" your protest suddenly gets interrupted by a mouth that forms on Yuji's cheek.

"What's this? So you're not the boss?" Sukuna sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. "Any hierarchy other than strength is worthless!" Gojo, unfazed, merely observes Yuji with a curious expression. Yuji slaps his cheek, offering an apologetic smile.

"What an amusing body you have now," Gojo chuckles, still watching him with enjoyment. Yuji's attempt to swat Sukuna's mouth away fails as it manifests stubbornly on the back of his hand.

"I do owe you a big favour, you know." Sukuna's voice drips with venom as Yuji struggles to rid himself of him. "Once I make this punk's body my own, you'll be the first one I kill."

Gojo only grins, unbothered, his eyes gleaming with challenge. "It's an honor to be targeted by the King of Curses himself." It's clear that threats mean little to him, he must hear them all the time.

Sukuna's attention isn't solely on Gojo. With a flicker of energy, he shifts again, his mouth now appearing on Yuji's other cheek. This time, his gaze lands on you. "Oh, and you, my little creature." His lips curl into a cruel smile. "I haven't forgotten about you." Your breath catches in your throat as you stare at the mouth."Once this brat is gone, I'll be bedding you."

You choke on air. The atmosphere seems to still as shock ripples through it.

"Excuse me?" you stammer. Surely, you misheard him. This is Sukuna, after all. The King of Curses, what interest would he have in something as human as that?

Your mind betrays you, flashing to the fanfiction you've read about him. You won't lie, he's undeniably attractive. If this were your world, the one where desires and fantasies were mere words on a screen, you'd let this man degrade you to his heart's content.

But this is different. This is real. Sukuna chuckles darkly. "You heard me, my pet." His voice slithers through you like silk and poison. "You, and that delicious cursed energy belongs to me."

And in an instant, he vanishes.

"Well... that was weird." Gojo finally breaks the tension.

Too stunned to speak, you simply nod.

"I...I am so sorry, Y/N." Yuji panics, his voice laced with guilt as he bombards you with apologies.

You shake your head, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder to ground him. "Don't be. This isn't your fault." You shiver, the thoughts of Sukuna's words still playing in your head. "Still... that was creepy as hell."

"I didn't think this guy was that famous. And that creepy." Yuji mutters, still trying to process what just happened.

Gojo hums, crossing his arms. "Ryoumen Sukuna is an imaginary, fearsome god with four arms and two faces. But he wasn't just a myth—he once existed as a real human, over a thousand years ago." He pauses, his expression thoughtful, as if still mulling over Sukuna's words to you.

"During the golden age of Jujutsu, sorcerers gathered all their might to challenge him—and failed. Even in death, we couldn't destroy him completely. His grave wax endured, allowing him to traverse the ages as a cursed object. Without a doubt, he is the King of Curses."

Yuji looks up at him, eyes flickering with curiosity. "So... who's stronger? Him or you?"

Gojo chuckles, his usual confidence unwavering. "Well, if Sukuna regained all of his power, he might give me a little trouble."

"But would you lose?"

Gojo turns to face him fully, that perfect, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "I would win."

You step into the main building, and the sight before you tugs your lips into a smile. It's amusing, watching a grown man who prides himself on being a dominant figure sitting cross-legged, knitting a teddy bear.

You glance at Yuji, whose expression is plastered with complete bafflement.

"You're late, Satoru." Principal Yaga's voice booms through the room, making Yuji jump. "Eight minutes late. As usual, not quite enough to chastise you for. I told you to fix that habit."

Yuji leans toward you, keeping his voice as low as possible. "Is he... making cute teddies, or am I just imagining things?"

You giggle at his question. "No, he really is making cute dolls. But I have a feeling there's more to it," you say matter-of-factly.

"If it's not enough to chastise me for, then don't chastise me," Gojo replies, his signature smirk in place. "Besides, you're just sitting around making dolls anyway, so what's eight minutes?" He tilts his head. "Principal Masamichi Yaga."

Yaga looks up, finally acknowledging you both. "This the boy and girl?"

Yuji straightens up. "Yuuji Itadori! I'm into girls like Jennifer Lawrence! This is an honor!" He bows his head deeply.

"Uh..." You stutter, bowing your head as well. "Y/N L/N! I'm into anime guys... It's also an honor."

Yuji turns to you, giggling.

Yaga sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't need to know that. Why are you both here?"

"Um..." Yuji starts as you both lift your heads. "For an interview?" He tilts his head, as if the answer is obvious.

"But why Jujutsu Tech?" Yaga presses.

Yuji looks at you, unsure what to say. "To learn Jujutsu?"

"I mean beyond that." Yaga stands up, his face as stern as ever. "What do you hope to find once you study curses and learn the art of exorcising them?"

Yuji pauses before answering. "Well, I suppose... I'm going to collect all of Sukuna's fingers. Can't just leave 'em all out there." He looks pleased with his answer, but you know better.

"Why not?" Yaga steps forward. Yuji looks even more confused. Wasn't it obvious?

"People you'll never know die every day due to crimes, accidents, and diseases. It's just the natural course of life," Yaga says.

Behind you, Gojo mutters, "Here he goes again," his tone laced with an eye-roll. His hand suddenly finds your shoulder, and your breath falters. "Come stand with me for a bit," he leans in to whisper, his voice close enough to send a shiver down your spine. You step beside him, feeling the warmth of his hand still resting on your shoulder as you watch Yuji's interaction with the principal.

"But you're telling me you can't overlook it when that death is caused by a curse?" Yaga continues.

"It was someone's dying request," Yuji answers. "And I don't care about the details. I just want to save who I can." You sigh quietly. That's not the answer Yaga is looking for.

"Hmph... Dying wish?" Yaga raises an eyebrow. "So you're saying you'll fight curses just because someone else told you to?" He scoffs. "Insufficient!" With that, one of Yaga's dolls suddenly springs to life, cursed energy surging through it.

"That's not a doll... it's alive!" Yuji flinches back.

"In a way," Yaga says, almost amused. "They're corpses—dolls infused with my cursed energy." You flinch as the doll lunges at Yuji, smacking him repeatedly.

"Um... he's not going to do that to me, is he?" you whisper to Gojo. 

Gojo just smiles. You gulp.

Yuji tries to fend off the doll, but it's relentless. "That's one hell of a doll..."

"A person's true nature reveals itself in a crisis," Yaga states. "I'll keep attacking you until I get an acceptable answer."

Yuji rushes forward, landing a punch on the doll, only for it to ricochet off the wall and slam into him instead. "Ugh... Look, man, it wasn't just someone else! It was my grandfather's dying request!" Yuji exclaims.

"Family is still just 'someone else,'" Yaga counters coldly. "A Jujutsu sorcerer constantly faces death and not just their own. Sometimes, you have to ignore the victims and rend the flesh from those the curse has murdered." His tone is unwavering as Yuji continues to take hits. "It's an unpleasant job. You have to be highly motivated... and perhaps a little crazy to handle it. You'd do this just because someone else told you to? Don't make me laugh. It'd be more believable if you said you were doing it to postpone your execution."

You wince. He's not wrong, but still... Yuji just lost his grandfather, and Yaga is practically stomping all over his grief.

"Oh, screw you! I—"

Yuji doesn't even get to finish before—

"And tell me this!" Yaga cuts him off. "Are you going to blame your poor grandfather when you get killed by a curse, too?"

BAM.

Yuji takes another hit straight to the face. "Damn, old man," he wipes his mouth. "You say some pretty harsh things."

"Teaching is making people realize truths," Yaga nods to himself. "It's not easy to imagine how you'll feel on the verge of death. But I can say one thing for certain—at the rate you're going, you might end up cursing your beloved grandfather for his dying wish. Jujutsu sorcerers never die without regret." His gaze sharpens as his voice grows more intense. "So I'll ask you once more—why have you come here... to Jujutsu Tech?!"

Yuji stays still, deep in thought. You already know what's running through his mind. After a few seconds, his expression hardens. In one swift motion, he grabs the doll, tangling his arms and legs around it, trapping it completely.

"Consuming Sukuna is something only I can do!" His frustration seeps through his words. "Even if I could escape my death sentence and run away from this responsibility... someday, I'd be eating food, taking a bath, reading manga... and the moment I stopped to think, I'd go, 'Oh, I bet right now, somewhere out there, someone is dying because of Sukuna. But that doesn't concern me. It's not my fault.' "

"You expect me to tell myself that?" His voice rises. "Well, I refuse to do that! I don't know how I'll feel when I'm dying, but... I won't regret the way I lived!"

You can't help but smile at him. Even through everything, Yuji is someone you can rely on. Someone who would do absolutely anything to keep others safe.

Yaga watches him for a moment, then nods. "You're admitted. Welcome to Jujutsu Tech."

Yuji barely has time to react before Yaga turns to you.

"And you, come here, girl."

Your stomach tightens as you turn to Gojo, panic flashing across your face. But he only gives you a warm smile, a silent promise that nothing bad will happen. Taking a deep breath, you step forward.

Yaga observes you carefully. "You're right, Satoru," he mutters. "She's an odd one." His gaze settles on you, heavy and expectant. "So, why are you here?"

You glance at Yuji, still clutching the doll, then at Gojo, whose expression remains unreadable.

You inhale deeply.

The truth is... you don't know why you're here. You don't know why you of all people have been thrown into this world. You're not special.

"I guess..." You hesitate, steadying yourself. "There are people who deserve a better life, and a natural death. It's unfair that our curses causes good people to die." You meet Yaga's gaze, feeling a newfound resolve settle in. "I believe I'm here to make sure they can live a full life until they reach a proper death."

Gojo smiles from behind you. He knew trusting his instincts was the right choice. Ever since he saw you on the rooftop, he felt something, something beyond your abnormal cursed energy that swarmed around you. It was you as a whole, as if you had appeared out of nowhere to help.

Little did he know, he was right.

Bonus 

Yuji pushes open the door to his dorm room, eyes widening. "Oh my god, it's huge!" he laughs, rushing inside to take it all in. You giggle at his energy, watching as he excitedly explores the space.

Gojo, standing beside you, gestures to the door next to his. "And this one's yours."

Smiling, you turn the handle and step inside. The room is even bigger than the one you had in this world, and the one from your old life. You walk to the window, taking in the view of a small pond surrounded by scattered flowers. The sight fills you with a quiet sense of peace. "It's amazing," you say, turning to Gojo with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Sensei."

Before Gojo can respond, Yuji bursts into your room, eyes gleaming. "Whoa, Y/N's room is right next to mine!" Without hesitation, he flops onto your new bed. "You know what that means? Sleepovers every night!" He grins as he bounces slightly.

Gojo's expression darkens into a playful scowl. "Over my dead body," he scoffs, though a small smile tugs at his lips.

Yuji just rolls his eyes before grabbing your wrist and dragging you into his dorm. "Come help me unpack, and then I'll help you after!" His bright smile is infectious, making you laugh as you follow him inside.

He pulls out clothes and other essentials from his backpack, but one item catches your eye, a folded poster. "Wow, you really like Jennifer Lawrence," you tease, picking it up.

"Obviously," Yuji huffs, snatching it back. "She's super hot." He carefully smooths it out and tapes it above his bed, stepping back with a proud nod.

You cross your arms, tilting your head as you admire the poster. "Yeah. Definitely smash."

Yuji whips around to stare at you, eyes wide, before breaking into a fit of laughter. "So, anime guys are your type, huh?" Yuji teases, recalling your confession during the interview with Principal Yaga.

Your cheeks heat up slightly. "Yeah... I guess you could say that."

His face lights up. "That's awesome! You watch anime too?" He beams, grabbing his stack of manga to show you.

Gojo, leaning against the doorway, watches the interaction with an amused smile. With a quiet chuckle, he closes the door, letting you two just be kids for a while.

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A/N - Phew! Few more chapters guys and i promise things will get spicy hehe

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Fanfic is a free hobby.

It's one of the last few things we can have as a society that's free. You can engage, for free. People give you things (art, stories, etc), for free.

Don't buy into the consummerism just because it's everywhere else.

You don't have to consume everything you interact with. You don't have to use things, just because they exist.

You're allowed (still, for now), to have things that are enjoyable for free.

Do you realise how insane the world is? We don't have many places where we can just be, for free anymore, but ao3 is. Did you notice we don't have ads in ao3? We don't have pop ups? Where ELSE do we not have that?

Where else can you just go and not have to wait for a commercial to be over or for ads to be on the sidelines?

I don't think the younger people understand, but the whole of internet used to be like this. YouTubers would do Youtube for free, just because. You couldn't monetise your internet presence before.

Ao3 is like a little preserved corner of the internet where the old internet used to be, and it's being attacked by people who do not understand that free things are allowed to exist without judgment.

Please don't ruin this for us.

Some of us need it.

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Chapter 8 - Goodbyes for now

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Yuji now lays slumped in Gojo's arms, unconscious. The moment the ten seconds were up, he managed to switch back, leaving you speechless as Sukuna's last words replays in your mind.

"I've already laid claim to her."

It had only been a week since you were violently cast into this world, and already, the King of Curses had set his sights on you. This was a dangerous situation, every instinct screamed as much, yet the heat blooming between your thighs betrayed your better judgment. You press your legs tightly together, a futile attempt to shut out the intrusive thoughts of Sukuna between-

"What did you do to him?" Fushiguro stepped forward, his gaze sharp as he pointed at Yuji's limp body. His voice snaps you out of your filthy thoughts, shoving them to the back of your mind.

"I just knocked him out," Gojo replied with a casual shrug. "If he isn't possessed by Sukuna when he wakes up, then he might actually have potential as a vessel." His expression shifted, a thoughtful glint in his eyes, like he was already planning ten steps ahead.

"So," Gojo drawls, turning to face you, mischief practically crackling in the air around him. "Seems like Sukuna's taken quite the liking to you."

Sukuna's voice echoes in your mind, uninvited and vivid. Your body tenses.

"I..."                                                                                                                                                                                          

"Well, isn't that an interesting twist," Gojo chuckles, his laughter sending a fresh pulse of warmth through you. "You're really out here making me jealous with all the attention you're getting," he adds, the ever-flirtatious king of teases.

What did I do to deserve this.

As if he hadn't just sent your body spiralling in frustration, Gojo turns to Fushiguro, who's clearly uncomfortable with his sensei's antics. "Now, I have a question for you," he says, voice light but laced with amusement. "What do you think we should do with him?"

"Well, even if he is a vessel... Jujutsu regulations demand that Itadori be executed." Fushiguro's gaze briefly flickered to you before settling back on his teacher. "However... I don't want him to die."

Gojo's lips curled into a bright smile, that was exactly the answer he had been hoping for. "Personal?"

"I suppose. So, can you save him?" Fushiguro's face remained stoic, but you caught the subtle glint of hope in his eyes.

Gojo chuckled before dramatically thrusting a thumbs-up into the air. "A request from a precious student? Leave it to me!"

His eyes are back on you. "What about you, sweets?" He's definitely taken a liking to the nickname. "I can tell you've got cursed energy—strong, but different from anything I've seen," he says, pausing before adding, "Besides, leaving you out in the open could be dangerous. That kind of energy's bound to attract the wrong crowd. So why don't you come with us?"

All eyes were on you, waiting for your response. "Honestly... I have no idea what to do," you admitted truthfully. You didn't want to follow the canon plot because:

1. You were definitely not athletic enough to keep up with everyone.

2. You had no desire to die.

Gojo might have a point though. If he, of all people, claimed your cursed energy was unlike anything he'd ever sensed then that could only mean trouble. Serious trouble. Because if him and Sukuna had noticed you, who's to say someone even worse wouldn't? 

The very thought made your blood run cold. Maybe just laying low at Jujutsu tech might be the best outcome for everyone "But if my gut feeling is right about trusting you, then I'll go too." 

You were now alone with Fushiguro.

After agreeing to go with them, Gojo had instructed him to take you and the other unconscious students to the hospital. So here you all were, standing at the front desk, spinning a web of lies to the nurse about how you got injured.

The moment they saw how severely hurt Sasaki and Iguchi were, the staff rushed them inside for treatment.

"She needs help too," Fushiguro added, nodding towards you. A nurse quickly stepped forward, guiding you inside as Fushiguro followed close behind. 

The wound on your side wasn't as bad as you had feared. Still, you couldn't help but hiss as the nurse cleaned it, the sting of alcohol biting into your skin. She carefully wrapped a bandage around it before telling you to stay put while she retrieved some pain medicine.

"Thank you," you whispered to Fushiguro, now that the two of you were alone in the stark white room.

He glanced at you and gave a small nod.

"I'm Y/N L/N" you said, offering a weak smile, still reeling from everything that had happened tonight.

"Megumi Fushiguro," he replied simply, eyes already back on his phone. 

"It's nice to meet you," you said, dipping your head slightly.

Fushiguro looked up, his expression unreadable. "I'm just going to be upfront—I don't trust you." Your mouth fell open slightly, caught off guard by his bluntness. "I saw the way your eyes changed when Itadori held Sukuna's finger," he continued. "Like you were considering taking it yourself."

You shook your head, still in disbelief.

You knew exactly what he was implying. And you couldn't lie, in that moment, when Sukuna's finger was right in front of you, something inside you stirred. Your body had reacted instinctively, a deep, primal hunger awakening at the mere sight of it. That power had felt desirable. Your cursed energy didn't just want it, it needed it.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you sighed, though the sting in your chest told you otherwise. Why, out of all people, did Megumi have to be the one who didn't trust you? The simp inside you was crying. "I just remember feeling his power and wanting to get away," you added.

That wasn't a lie. You did need to get away. Whether it was out of fear... now that was another question.

Eventually, the nurse returned, handing you the medicine. But before you and Fushiguro left the hospital, you asked him if you could see the others. He stepped outside the door, waiting patiently, as you sat in a quiet room with Sasaki and Iguchi, both still unconscious.

"I'm sorry," you whispered softly, your hand gently resting on Sasaki's. "I wish things could have been different."

Then you scoffed.

Things could have been different. I could have made a difference.

You sat there, lost in thought, contemplating all the knowledge of the future you now carried. You knew intervening in the story was a huge risk—huge. It would be unpredictable what your presence might cause. But the thought of all those people who would die, all the characters who had been there for you through so many struggles in your own world... they had been your comfort, your safe haven. Were you really just going to sit back and watch them all die one by one?

You sighed, your head falling into your hands as the weight of it all pressed down on you.

Minutes pass by as your mind wrestled with everything.

"No," you muttered, lifting your head and looking at Sasaki again. "I can't. I won't let anyone die."

The sun rises brightly, bringing morning along with it. You spend the night in a motel room that Gojo rented out for you and Fushiguro. Today's the day to pack things up and head to Jujutsu Tech.

Once you're ready, you and Fushiguro make your way to your house. Nervously, you unlock the door, trying to think of a believable excuse for why you now have to drop everything and leave. Your mum sits at the kitchen table, cigarette in hand, her expression filled with worry.

"Y/N! Where the hell have you been?" She rushes over to you, grabbing onto your shoulders. "I've been worried sick." Her frustration takes over.

"I'm sorry, Mum. I stayed over at a friend's house... I should've called." Guilt swarms you as you avoid her gaze.

She sighs and nods, still angry but relieved that you're safe. She steps back, taking another pull from her cigarette. "Was it with that boy... Itadori?" She raises an eyebrow, and your face flushes at the implication.

"No! We're just friends!" you stutter, nervous. Just on cue, Fushiguro steps in, wondering why it's taking so long to pack a few clothes.

Great. This is perfect.

Your mum's eyes bulges as she sees him standing next to you. For a moment, her surprise turns into amusement. 

"Well, well, I didn't know my daughter was a player," she coos, winking at you playfully, causing both you and Fushiguro to tense up. 

"N... no, Mum, please stop!" You wave your hand frantically, your face burning with embarrassment.

Why does she always have to embarrass me like this?

"We need to get going," Fushiguro speaks up, though you notice the slight hint of awkwardness in his voice. Your mum glances between you two, puzzled.

"Where are you going, hun?" she asks, flicking her cigarette into the ashtray. You awkwardly take a seat and gesture for her to do the same, taking a deep breath as you try to figure out how to explain this.

"So, great news..." You force a small smile, trying to sound confident. "I've been accepted into another school." Her expression turns even more confused.

"Another school? I didn't know you applied to a different one..." her head tilts.

"It's a really hard college to get into, and I didn't want to get my hopes up," you say, scratching the back of your head. Technically, what you're saying is true—the only people who can get in are those who can see curses and has cursed energy, well excluding Maki of course. "But... it's in Tokyo," you add, and finally you let your eyes land on her. The moment you do, you immediately regret it.

Tears start to prick at the corners of her eyes.

"What?! No, you can't go. That's so far away!" she exclaims, her voice breaking as she starts to cry. Your eyes start to sting seeing your mothers state. 

"I know, Mum, but this is an incredible opportunity for me—for my art." You gently place your hand over hers, trying to reassure her.

Fushiguro lingers in the corner, watching the scene unfold. Something inside him twists at the sight of your mother breaking down. The emotion is unfamiliar, unwelcome. He quickly shoves it aside and steps out of the room.

"When do you have to leave?" your mother asks, wiping away her tears.

"Right now." You grip her hand tightly, your heart aching. You lost your mum in your world, and now, you're leaving the her in this world too. It feels like a cruel twist of fate.

"Right now?" She exhales slowly, composing herself. "To be honest, I can't tell you what to do. You're an adult now." She cups your cheek, her touch warm and gentle. "But are you sure this is what you want?"

You nod, sniffling as you fight back tears. "Yes." She pulls you into a hug, holding you close. "I'll visit every chance I get. I promise."

You start packing with your mum, savouring every moment with her before you go. You keep reminding yourself, it's not like she's gone. She's still here, still alive. You just won't be living with her anymore. But that thought doesn't make leaving any easier.

With one final goodbye, you step away, your heart heavy.

Fushiguro waits by the door. Without another word, you leave with him.

Next stop, Jujutsu Tech.

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A/N - Next chapter will be the longest I have written so far. Extra little treat for you guys. Also will be getting into the good stuff. so excited for it.

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When Worlds Collides

Chapter 7 - ‘Fascinating little creature’

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"Cursed flesh is so dull. Now, where are the people? The women?" Sukuna sneers, tearing open Yuji's shirt to reveal the dark lines of his tattoos. His grin widens as he surveys the world around him. "What a glorious era to awaken in. Women and children, swarming like maggots! How delightful! A massacre awaits! Hahahaha!"

He stretches his arms wide, inhaling deeply, relishing his newfound freedom. The sight of him sends a heavy thud through your chest, your pulse hammering. Without realizing it, your grip tightens on the fabric of Fushiguro's blazer, making him tense infront you.

Sukuna finally turns his attention to you both, a wicked smirk twisting his lips. "Ah... and what do we have here?" His gaze settles on you, dark amusement flickering in his eyes. "A woman, standing right before me."

Before you can react, he vanishes only to reappear behind you in an instant, fingers curling lazily into your hair. Sukuna leans in, his breath hot against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "What a fascinating little creature," he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement as he inhales deeply, taking in your scent. "I've never encountered this kind of cursed energy before."

What is happening?

Tears sting your eyes as fear coils around you and presses down with a unbearable sense of dread. Instantly, Fushiguro yanks you back, his grip firm around your wrist as he swiftly pulls you away from the King of Curses. "Stay away from her," he warns, his voice low and firm.

Sukuna's laugh rings through the air, chilling and sinister, as his teeth glint at you, sharp and predatory. He steps forward, his gaze never leaving yours, his head tilting with a cold, calculating curiosity, as if savouring every inch of your fear. A wave of dread crashes over you, tightening in your chest. You swallow hard, panic crawling beneath your skin once again.

1...2...3...4...5...

"Don't look so terrified, little creature," he taunts, a sly, dangerous grin curling at the corner of his lips. "I only want a taste. That's all." You instinctively take a step back, the weight of his presence pressing down on you, a sense of inevitability creeping in.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cuts through the tension.

"What do you think you're doing with my body? Give it back," Yuji's voice echoes from within Sukuna.

Sukuna's smirk falters. He steps back slightly, eyes narrowing. "Hey, wait. How are you doing that?"

"Well, it's my body," Yuji replies, irritation lacing his words. The shift takes place. The black markings on his skin begin to fade, retreating as Sukuna's possession weakens.

"Wait—he's suppressing me?" Sukuna snarls, his voice edged with disbelief as he struggles to maintain control. But it's futile. You already know how this ends.

Finally, Fushiguro steps forward, hands already forming the signs for his shikigami summon. His voice is firm, unwavering. "Stay right where you are. You're no longer human."

Yuji, now fully in control again, blinks at him, baffled.

Fushiguro doesn't hesitate. "Under Jujutsu regulations, Yuuji Itadori... by law, I will now exorcize you as a curse."

"No, really, I'm fine!" Yuji lifts his arms in surrender. You know he isn't going to die here, but despite that, you still step between him and Fushiguro.

"It's okay, I think he's in control." You offer Fushiguro a weak smile, and he hesitates, lowering his guard slightly.

Yuji steps forward, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. His eyes quickly scan over you, checking for any serious injuries. "Besides, we're all pretty beaten up. We need to see a doctor."

Fushiguro tilts his head slightly, still unsure if this is truly Itadori or Sukuna playing tricks. His gaze shifts to you, noticing the way you're still slouched over, one hand pressed against your side. He sharply nods.

"What's the situation?" a voice calls out—a voice you know all too well.

Gojo Satoru.

Holy Fuck.

Your brain fizzles as a tall figure steps into view, his perfect snowy white hair catching the light, wearing a lazy smile and his iconic blindfold that rests over his eyes. A swarm of butterflies erupts in your chest, the fluster feeling rushing up your neck and onto your cheeks. You knew he was attractive, but seeing him in real life? He's even more beautiful than you imagined.

God, I just wanna grab that stupidly perfect face and..

"Huh? Satoru Gojo? What're you doing here?" Fushiguro's voice cuts through your inappropriate thoughts, laced with irritation. Gojo had left this crucial mission to his students so he could go grab souvenirs, only to show up now, after everything had already gone south. Typical. Fushiguro scoffs.

"Hey." Gojo grins, completely unfazed. "I wasn't planning on dropping in, but you got kinda roughed up, kid. Thought I'd show the second-years. Say cheese!"

Without warning, he's darting around with his phone, snapping unflattering pictures of Fushiguro's bruised face, giggling to himself like this is some grand joke. You bite your bottom lip, trying and failing to hold back a laugh.

"Haha... Wahaha, hohoho... I got an earful from the higher-ups 'cause the special-grade cursed object's still missing. Thought I'd do a little sightseeing and stop by." Gojo stands tall, slipping his hands into his pockets like he doesn't have a single care in the world. "So, did you find it yet?"

Fushiguro stiffens slightly, his gaze shifting toward Yuji.

"Uh... sorry, I ate that thing." Yuji raises his arm, using his other hand to point at himself.

If Gojo's blindfold weren't covering his eyes, you're pretty sure they'd be bulging out of his sockets.

"Really?" He tilts his head, stepping forward until he's practically in Yuji's face, completely disregarding personal space.

God, how I wish he'd invade my personal bubble like that.

"Haha! Damn, it really did combine with you. That's hilarious." He finally takes a step back—but then, just as you start to relax, his attention shifts to you.

You freeze. Your breath catches in your throat.

Oh my god. Gojo is looking right at me.

"You're quite fascinating as well."

In an instant, he does exactly what he did to Yuji, invading your space like it's nothing. Your brain is now running on overdrive. This is too much. First, a cursed spirit. Then Yuji. Then your literal crush, Megumi Fushiguro. And now this.

The real problem? Every time you breathe in, his cedarwood cologne seeps into your senses, wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

"He smells so good," you mutter, your brain melting into a blissful haze.

Shit.

"What was that, sweetheart?" His playful tone shifts into pure amusement.

Embarrassment doesn't even begin to cover what you're feeling.

Did I really just say that out loud? Fuck's sake, Y/N.

At this point, you've just accepted that your face is doomed to be permanently red from all the situations you keep throwing yourself into. Your eyes dart around desperately before landing on the edge of the roof. Honestly? Jumping off sounds like a peaceful escape right about now.

"No... nothing, just—" you stammer, mouth opening and closing like a helpless goldfish.

Yuji and Fushiguro stare at you, dumbfounded, still processing your accidental confession. Meanwhile, Gojo bursts into laughter, placing his hands dramatically on his cheeks.

"Oh my, look at that! You're making me flustered," he sing-songs. You groan, slapping your hands over your face in a pathetic attempt to disappear. This is officially the worst day of your life. "Don't worry, sweets, I don't blame you for wanting a whiff." His lips curl into a teasing grin, making it sound like you'd been sniffing him like a damn bloodhound.

Mortified, you wave your hands frantically, trying to shut him up.

For the love of God, stop talking.

But he brushes off your protests with ease, his playful demeanour shifting into something more serious.

"Your cursed energy... it's unlike anything I've seen before. It's honestly baffling." he ponders and he scratches his chin. You raise an eyebrow, clearly puzzled by his words. You only just discovered that you even have cursed energy, yet both Sukuna and Gojo seem to find it fascinating. What exactly is so special about it?

Gojo studies you for a brief moment before shifting his attention back to Yuji.

"First things first—let's deal with you." He points at Yuji, his trademark cocky grin making a reappearance. "Can you swap with Sukuna at will?"

"Sukuna?" Yuji echoes, blinking in confusion, clearly not caught up with anything.

Gojo sighs, tilting his head slightly. "Yeah, you know... the curse you ate?" he replies nonchalantly, as if this whole situation isn't completely insane.

"Oh... uh, yeah, I think I can do that," Yuji nods, rolling his shoulders.

Gojo starts stretching, and your gaze lingers a little too long—watching the way his legs extend, the way his shirt rides up just enough to reveal a sliver of toned stomach.

God I can look at him all day.

"Alright, give us ten seconds. Then switch right back." He finishes stretching before turning to you, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. "Sweets, would you mind standing next to Megumi? I don't want you getting hurt now."

That stupid smirk is exactly what's gonna get me hurt.

With a huff, you shuffle over to Fushiguro, while Yuji protests, shifting nervously. "Uh... what if I hurt you?"

"Eh, don't worry. I'm way too strong for him," Gojo chuckles, waving a dismissive hand. Then, without warning— "Megumi! Hold onto this for me." He tosses a paper bag at Fushiguro, who catches it, his interest immediately piqued.

"So what is this?" fushiguro glances in the bag.

"Kikufuku from Kikusuian! It's Sendai's specialty, and it's super good. I highly recommend the zunda and cream flavor!" Gojo rambles excitedly, completely unfazed by the chaos around him.

Fushiguro just stares, stunned—probably wondering how this man managed to go souvenir shopping while people were literally dying out here.

"It's not a souvenir," Gojo adds matter-of-factly, as if reading Fushiguro's mind. "I'll be eating this on the bullet train ride home."

Thats when Yuji suddenly shifts back into Sukuna.

You barely have time to blink before the fight begins. Your breath catches as you watch Gojo move—his body effortlessly dodging each of Sukuna's strikes with an elegance that seems almost unnatural. Gojo blabbers on about Kikufuku, completely unbothered with the fight, which only seems to piss the King of Curses off even more.

"Is he seriously still talking about Kikufuku while fighting?" you mutter to Fushiguro, who only groans at his sensei's never-ending cockiness.

Gojo, ever the showman, smirks at Sukuna. "Since my student and a beautiful girl are watching, I think I'll show off a little, yeah?"

Wait.

DID HE JUST CALL ME BEAUTIFUL?!

Yep. I can die happy now.

Gojo then sends Sukuna flying, slamming him straight into a wall.

"Ngh... For crying out loud... You Jujutsu sorcerers are always such a pain in the ass, no matter the era!" Sukuna snarls, bursting through the rubble and launching himself back at Gojo.

But just before he strikes, he glances at you, a wicked grin curling on his lips.

"Oh, and one more thing," he adds, voice dark and possessive.

"I've already laid claim to her."

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When Worlds Collides

Chapter 6 - Hunger

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The campus feels eerily empty, but turning back isn't an option. It's like some sick joke the isekai gods are playing on you. No matter how much you try to force your body to stop, the invisible string yanks you forward, hungry, relentless.

Everything feels too sharp. Your senses are on high alert, hyper-aware of every creak in the floorboards, every echo bouncing off the walls. Even Itadori's heavy breaths as he dashes through the halls feel deafening.

Whatever this is, you can't control it.

"I can feel something," you hiss, reaching out and grabbing Itadori's arm, pulling him slightly toward you. You peek your head around the corner. The sight is disgusting. The creature's body writhes with several limbs, twisting and turning with repulsive squelching sounds. Its eyes dart around wildly, searching, hunting.

All you can think about is that Itadori needs to get to Fushiguro as fast as possible.

"Go on ahead," you whisper, though your voice wavers more than you'd like. "I'll distract that thing so you can get to Sasaki and Iguchi."

"No, I won't leave you," he says firmly, grabbing your wrist. Your cheeks flush, and heat creeps up your neck. 

God, pull yourself together.

"I'll be fine," you insist, forcing confidence into your voice. "The longer we stand here, more chance of them dying!" A reckless surge of bravery pushes you forward. "I'll just get its attention, then run and hide. I promise." You glance at Itadori and manage a weak smile.

He hesitates before finally nodding. "Please be careful... Y/N." Your breath catches. He said your name first. 

Goddamn it, why would he say that now? 

Before you can even respond, he's already sprinting toward the Occult Club room, leaving you alone with the monster.

Your breath shakes as you face the curse spirit. The cold night air presses against your skin, but it's nothing compared to the oppressive presence before you. Your body steps into the moonlight, casting a long, trembling shadow across the pavement. The curse spirit's hollow eyes snap toward you, its jagged mouth bubbling with an unnatural gargle. A thick, black substance drips from its lips, steaming as it splatters against the ground.

Then, it charges.

Move. Move. Move!

Your mind screams, but your body refuses to listen. Your limbs are like lead and your heart a pounds frantically that's trapped in a cage of frozen ribs. "Please," you whimper, the word slipping past your lips like a dying breath.

Nothing. No reply.

Then a split second later a sudden warmth, alien yet familiar, rises. A sensation unfurls across your body, weaving through your nerves like a second pulse. Knots of thread slither against your skin, delicate yet firm, wrapping around your limbs as if stitching you back together. It hushes your fear, its soft whispers curling into your ears, its presence undeniable.

Just like the first time you encountered a curse spirit, the recognizable sensation unfolds within you. It's as if a string of yarn stretches outward, catching the curse in an invisible web. The spirit shrieks in agony as the unseen thread tightens around it. Its deformed body thrashes, but the grip does not waver.

Hesitantly, you step forward, engulfed by the strange, electric feeling your body is crafting. A whisper escapes your lips.

"Is this... my curse energy?"

You squint, your breath hitching. And in that brief moment, you see it, the delicate yet unyielding strands of yarn wrapped around the spirit's writhing form. They shimmer faintly in the moonlight, waiting patiently. Waiting for your command.

Without knowing why, you murmur a single word.

"Knot."

No hesitation.

The thread obeys, moving effortlessly through the air, weaving itself into an intricate pattern. Loops twist and coil, binding the spirit tighter and tighter. It yells in agony, struggling against the inevitable.

The knot is perfect.

Greedily, your body presses forward toward the curse. Your senses drool at the sight of its power. Its raw, unfiltered energy. You lunge your fingers, diving into its bound, writhing form, rummaging through its insides. Your mind has no idea what it's searching for as your hand moves on instinct, desperate, needy.

Your fingers brush against something smooth. Round. Cold as death. That's what you want.

A thrill runs through you, and your yarn sings in delight, shivering with an unnatural joy. Without hesitation, you yank it free. The curse spirit convulses, its screech stretching into the void as its body evaporates, leaving nothing behind, nothing but the orb now in your grasp.

A strange calm washes over you as your thread slithers back, embedding itself into your veins like it was never separated from you at all.

You turn the sphere over in your palm, and the sight of it mesmerizes you. Colours pulse and swirl beneath its surface, shades of deep blue, violet, and flickering orange, shifting. The hues stretch and coil like living threads, warping with every twitch of your fingers.

What even is this?

It's nothing you've ever seen in the anime. It's similar to Geto's technique, but also completely different. It glitches. The colours stutter, spasming between frames like a corrupted file. It flickers, struggling to exist. Like a broken piece of reality refusing to settle into form. No thought in mind, you bring the orb closer to your face, trying to decipher it. But it jitters in your hand, moving on its own, almost as if it's alive. Its energy sinks into your skin, a cold, electric pulse spreading across your face.

You jump, startled by the sensation, your heart racing. Desperately, you wipe your face, as if trying to shake off a bug that just landed on you, its foreign presence crawling under your skin. Your hands swipe furiously, but the feeling lingers, clinging to you like an unwanted touch.

Something inside you shifts, like a piece of fabric has been stitched onto your soul. The change is subtle, but undeniable, threading itself into the core of who you are.

You shake your head.

There's no time to figure out what the hell just happened. You leave a mental note to come back to it later. Right now, you need to get to Yuji, and fast.

Your legs move automatically, driven by a force you can't name. Your senses take over, guiding you, pulling you in the direction you need to go. The world blurs around you as you focus solely on the path ahead. You hear them up ahead and come to a sudden halt as you see Yuji, holding Sasaki in his arms.

"Yuji!" You sigh, relief flooding through you. Thank god everything is unfolding as it should.

He turns his head, a bright smile spreading across his face. The warmth of it hits you immediately, the smile of someone relieved, not just because you're safe, but because you've said his first name.

"Y/N! Thank god you're okay!" Yuji also sighs. You glance at Sasaki in his arms and rush forward, your heart pounding.

"Is she okay?" You press your fingers against her neck, feeling a pulse. 

Thank god he came just in time. 

Yuji nods, his expression tight with worry, and holds up Sukuna's finger.

"So, this is it?" He mutters, examining it, but the moment your eyes land on the cursed object, your breath hitches. The same overwhelming sense of dread and ache comes crashing back again.

"Yeah. The cursed object. Ryoumen Sukuna's finger. It's a miracle that thing didn't swallow it," Fushiguro chimes in, extending a hand for Yuji to pass the finger to him.

"Why would anything eat this? Is it good?" Yuji raises an eyebrow, genuinely confused. You snort to yourself, knowing he's the one who's going to end up eating it. Unfortunately, your thread starts to go erratic. It senses the pure power radiating off the cursed finger—needs it.

You take a cautious step back, the dread bubbling inside you, and it causes Fushiguro to glance your way, his sharp gaze shifting to you with curiosity.

"Don't be dense," Fushiguro replies to Yuji, but his gaze flickers toward you, his eyes never fully leaving your figure. "You'd eat it to gain stronger cursed energy. Now, hand it over—it's dangerous." He takes a step forward, closing the distance between himself and Yuji.

"Fine. Here." Yuji shrugs his shoulders, but before he can pass the finger to Fushiguro, you feel a sharp sense of danger creeping in.

"Watch out!" you shout, just as a curse spirit plummets from the ceiling. Fushiguro reacts instantly, shoving Yuji out of the way. Yuji is sent flying towards you, and you crash to the floor with a painful groan. Dust and debris fill the air, choking the space around you and making it hard to see or breathe.

"Y/N? You okay?" Yuji calls out, his voice concerned. You cough, reaching around you, trying to orient yourself in the haze.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you reply, struggling to push yourself up. As the dust begins to settle, Yuji untangles himself from you and helps you to your feet.

"Run!" Fushiguro shouts, his voice urgent as he tries to draw the curse's attention away from you two. The spirit howls in fury, raising its hand and strikes Fushiguro with a devastating blow, sending him crashing through the building's wall and flying out of sight.

Yuji quickly places Sasaki down beside you and jumps into the fray, racing after Fushiguro.

"Yuji!" you scream, panic rising in your chest. Without thinking, you leap after him, bursting through the broken wall and landing heavily on the roof. The impact sends a jolt through your body as you slam into the ground, wind knocked out of you.

You look up to see both of them battling the curse. 

Shit. How did I end up in a situation like this? 

Tears sting your eyes, and your lips tremble. All you want is to be home with your mum, not here.

 Fushiguro is sent flying backwards again, his body scraping across the concrete. You stagger toward him, hissing through the pain. "You okay?" you ask, breathlessly helping him up. He meets your gaze with his usual stoic expression, but in his eyes, you see a flicker of gratitude. He brushes the dust off his uniform and nods sharply. Yuji is still throwing punches at the curse, but you know it's pointless, he can't defeat it without cursed energy.

"Only a curse can beat a curse! You can't defeat this!" Fushiguro shouts to him.

"Is that your idea of a pep talk?! At this rate, we're all gonna die!" Yuji hurls another punch at the curse spirit, his movements quick and agile. You watch, amazed at how fluidly he moves. "If I quit now, I'll be stuck in this nightmare for weeks! Ugh... Besides..." He leaps backward, narrowly dodging a strike from the curse. "I know what I have to do."

The curse catches him, throwing his body into the air, which causes both  you and Fushiguro to tense. Fushiguro notices Sukuna's finger slipping from Yuji's hand.

"You idiot! Throw it to me or you'll both get eaten!" Fushiguro shouts, his voice sharp. Yuji's eyes shift as he remembers Fushiguro's earlier words - 'You'd eat it to gain stronger cursed energy.'

Your heart races as you watch Yuji's expression change to one of determination. You hold your breath, preparing for what's about to happen.

"There's a way I can save everyone! I just need my own cursed energy, right?!" he says, grabbing the finger mid-air. Before Fushiguro can protest, he swallows it.

"NO!" Fushiguro yells. His hand shoots out, grabbing your waist and pulling you behind him. Your face burns up, the heat rushing to your cheeks as you mentally scream, 

Oh my God, oh my God, he just grabbed me!

Snapping out of your dazed dream state, a low, menacing laugh vibrates through the air. You swallow hard, instantly recognizing the source of the sound. Without thinking, your hand grips the seam of Fushiguro's blazer, holding on tightly.

"Heh... Hehehe... Hahahahaha! Ah! Hahahaha! I knew it! The light feels best in the flesh"

Sukuna has just been manifested. 

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The Aftermaths

Zoro x Gn!Reader (reader has a vagina)

summary: After the long, gruelling battle, Luffy stood victorious over the fallen warlord Doflamingo. Cheers rang through the streets, tears of relief and joy streaming from the faces of a freed people. And what better way to celebrate such a triumph than with a feast fit for legends? But tonight… drinks won’t be the only indulgence waiting for you.

Warnings: gore/violence, unprotected sex, fingering, alcohol, under the influence sex, sweet talk, smut with small plot, tiny bit of foreplay

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The air around you halts as if oxygen itself was holding its breath. Time stood still waiting patiently for your captain to take the final blow. Your body remained in tranquillity, daggers grips tightly in your hands. Blood, dark and slick, traces a delicate path down the side of your cheek, only to kiss the crease of your lip in a silent, haunting moment. A hungry scream of determination bellows from Luffy, a scream you knew all too well, pierces through your ears. Then nothing. Just a sound of a crash was left, followed by a falling body. It was over. Doflamingo, the infamous Warlord of the Sea, had been defeated. The weight of the battle had finally lifted, leaving a quiet emptiness in its wake as the echoes of the struggle faded into nothingness.

As if defying the pull of gravity itself, you willed your body to relax, allowing the smile that had longed to break free to finally appear. It was as though time itself recognized the moment, and with it, roars of victory mingled with the weeps of relief, erupting in a flood of emotion at long last. You turn to see Nami with tears pricking her eyes, waiting to be embraced. Arms open, you accepted.

The survivors gathered themselves, bracing for the next grim task. Scouting for the injured. Hours passed of shouting and lifting debris from the collapsed building that were impacted by the war. Chopper leads the charge, quickly turning an abandoned building into a makeshift hospital to tend to the wounded. The sight before you is something you can never get accustomed to. Bodies, twisted across the cobbled streets, thrown carelessly by the violence that tore through the city. The air thick with the pungent scent of burnt flesh and fresh blood, a foul mixture that clings to your senses and makes your nose wrinkle from the revulsion.

Even as children weep and mothers sing prayers, there's a trace of hope in their voices. After years of torment and blinded by ignorance, they sounded liberated. Amidst the bloodshed that clouds your vision, the echoes of freedom carries you forward. "Looks like we did well" Nami's soft words brings you back to the present. "But, I'm also expecting some payment," she snaps, shifting back into her money hungry self. You can't help but laugh. "I'm serious. Do you know how difficult, and terrifying, that fight was. Never again, I'm telling you-" you let her rambling fade into the background as you walk away, in search for your captain.

It's no surprise to find him bursting with energy, already eager for the next adventure. Rebecca, Viola, Kyros, and Riku gather around him, showering him with praise that only seems to fuel his ever-growing ego. "Man, I could eat a whole Sea King right now," Luffy groans, rubbing his empty stomach.

"You'd do that anyway," Sanji quips as he steps into view. Everyone bursts into laughter, knowing full well how true those words are. Luffy's appetite is legendary, after all.

"Let's celebrate!" Luffy exclaims, stretching his arms to grab onto Sanji, clearly demanding food and drinks without hesitation. Despite the exhaustion weighing on everyone, his energy is infectious, sparking a craving for a well-earned reward. For you, the thought of sake's smooth burn sliding down your throat feels like paradise.

The night greets you with a chill, its icy breath brushing against your cheeks, though the warmth of alcohol coursing through your veins fights to keep it at bay. Your hazy gaze drifts over the lively scene around you, the sight of friends lost in cheerful singing as they down drink after drink, their bodies swaying in a mesmerizing rhythm to the music flowing effortlessly from Brook's instrument, or the sight of Luffy, who's already devouring his 15th meal of the night, his boundless appetite as unstoppable as ever.

You spot Nami deep in negotiation with Riku, her eyes practically sparkling with money signs as she haggles with unmatched enthusiasm. Nearby, you catch sight of Franky, Usopp, and Chopper wielding chopsticks, contorting their faces into absurdly hideous shapes, their laughter ringing through the air. Your gaze drifts lazily, following a undetermined path, taking in the lively chaos of the night until it finally lands on Zoro. You take note of how his cheeks are flushed from the alcohol he's consumed, a faint pink colouring his otherwise stoic demeanour. His hair is tousled, with strands sticking out in different directions, giving him a naturally unkempt yet charming appearance. Your eyes linger on the way his jaw clenches, accentuating the sharp, chiselled line that defines his features. His eyes wanders dreamily, yet there's a glimmer of awareness that lingers within them. The dark, sunken pupils seem to draw you in, captivating you with the haunting allure of his ever-fading beauty.

Lost in memorizing his features, you remain unaware that his attention has now shifted to you. His gaze lingers lazily, curiosity flickering in his eyes as he wonders what thoughts occupy your mind. He takes in your frame, noticing the soft red tint blooming across your cheeks and the way your eyes glimmer with an emotion he can't quite decipher. A small smile tugs at his lips before he pushes himself up and staggers toward you, settling into a comfortable spot by your side. In silence, you both savour the soothing presence of each other, watching the chaos unfold before you.

Once you down the last drop of sake, he offers you another bottle, which you gladly accept.

"We're going to run out if we keep this up," you chuckle, taking another swig.

His laughter sends a shiver through you. Seeing him like this is rare, but it's a sight you secretly adore. You'd never admit it, to anyone or even to yourself, but you tuck these moments away, cherishing them in the deepest corners of your mind.

"You've gotten better," he finally speaks, pulling you from your thoughts. His words make you turn to him, confusion flickering across your face.

"At fighting, that is," he clarifies.

A smirk tugs at your lips. "Were you watching me, Mr. Roronoa?" you tease. His demeanour shifts, a hint of embarrassment flickering across his face. The truth is, he can't keep his eyes off you. The way you fight beside him in battle, the way you laugh when someone makes a witty remark, or the way you look up at him, your eyes glazed with fascination, hanging onto every word he says.

You are intoxicating to him. 

"Maybe," he murmurs, his voice small, so quiet it makes you want to wrap your arms around him and never let go.

"Thank you. You ain't bad yourself," you say with a playful nudge against his shoulder. His smile returns as he lifts the bottle to his lips, taking another sip. 

Hours slip by, the music still lively and the cheers still echoing as you and Zoro sway together, leaning on each other for balance, following an aimless path forward. The idea had seemed fun at the time but now, your body protests with every step, scolding you for taking on the challenge of trying to outdrink him.

Both of you stumble up the steps, feet heavy and clumsy, as you lead the way toward the crow's nest.

"I'm never challenging you again," you slur, letting your back hit the wall with a soft thud as you slide down until you're seated on the floor. Zoro lets out a low laugh, mirroring your motion as he drops beside you.

“Told you,” he mutters with a chuckle, one hand loosely cradling a half-finished bottle of sake. He leans his head back, eyes slipping closed as he basks in the rare peace and quiet.

“So nosy down there,” he murmurs, tilting his head slightly.

You hum in response, but your mind isn’t on his words. It’s on the slow, steady bob of his Adam’s apple every time he swallows. On the way his lips part just enough as he takes in deep, measured breaths.

You're so caught up in watching him that you don’t realize he’s watching you too. His body inches closer, his gaze fixed on your lips. It’s the heat of his breath, soft and sudden against your skin, that snaps you out of the trance.

"Who’s watching me now?" he teases, his voice barely above a whisper. It sends a shiver through you, your lips parting with a sharp inhale. A smirk tugs at his mouth as he leans in closer, the space between you shrinking by the second. "I hope you like what you see," he murmurs, letting the bottle slip from his grasp as his hand trails to your thigh.

If it weren’t for the alcohol pulsing through your veins, you might’ve passed out from the intensity alone. But instead, it fuels a flicker of boldness.

“Maybe I do.”

The words have barely left your mouth before his lips crash into yours; sloppy, hungry, desperate. A deep groan vibrates against your lips, muffled by the kiss, sending a sharp, pulsing ache between your thighs. He locks on your waist and pulls you, sending you over to his lap. 

“Needed… this,” he breathes, his fingers tracing down the length of your spine before settling on your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “For… so… long.” You grind your hips, desperate for any friction to soothe the throbbing ache pulsing at your clit.

“Please… need more,” you whimper, the words breathless and broken, lost in the wave of heat spreading through your body. He thrusts his hips up to meet yours, the hard bulge in his pants dragging against your clothed centre, teasing, taunting, letting you know he needs this just as badly. 

In seconds, your back hits the cool, hard floor, his body towering over you as your lips remain locked in a breathless kiss. The urgency between you is beyond words; months of whispered yearning, of stolen glances and quiet fantasies, now crashing into this one wild moment.

He moves fast, precise. In one fluid motion, he strips away your jeans and underwear, baring your slick, desperate cunt to the air. He breaks the kiss, eyes dark as they roam over you, soaking in the sight he’s imagined countless times.

“Fuck,” he growls, fingers gliding between your folds, drawing a raw moan from your throat. “Leaking all for me,” he smirks, eyes locked on your flushed, pleading expression. 

You’re just about to beg, voice trembling on the edge of desperation, when he slips his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, silencing you with a quiet, commanding gesture. “Shh, I know what you want,” he murmurs, voice low and laced with lust. “Just be patient.”

His other hand resumes its slow exploration, fingers tracing your soaked folds with maddening precision. “Seeing the way you fought today…” he growls, plunging his fingers into you. The sudden fullness makes your walls clench around him, the sensation deliciously overwhelming. “Made me want to take you right then and there,” he grunts, his pace slow, watching the way your back arches beneath him with each movement.

“Zoro…” his name barely escapes your throat, more breath than voice, just as his fingers sink deeper into you.

Your lips wrap around the fingers still resting on your tongue, sucking softly; needy, eager, your body trembling in time with every movement he makes.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers from your mouth with a snap, leaving a thin trail of saliva as the only connection. The hand buried inside you retreats just as fast, leaving you clenching around emptiness. You whimper at the loss, your hips instinctively chasing after his touch.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel your tight pussy wrapped around me,” he mutters, fumbling with his trousers and boxers until they’re shoved down, letting his cock spring free and slap against his torso with a heavy thud.

Your eyes widen at the sight; thick, veiny, the red flushed tip already glistening with precum. You let out a soft, breathless whine, knowing he’s going to stretch you open, and loving the way that thought makes you ache even more. 

The last bit of fabric clinging to your chest is stripped away, leaving you completely exposed beneath the swordsman’s intense gaze. He leans down, biting one of your nipples sharply as he strokes himself, eyes locked on yours.

“Please, Zo…” you whimper, voice trembling. You’ve had enough of the teasing,; your pussy leaks with desperation, aching to be filled, to be ruined by him.

He grunts at the nickname, the sound guttural, primal, as he brings his tip to your entrance.

“Say that again,” he growls, voice low and demanding.

“Zo, plea—”

Before the word even leaves your lips, he slams into you. A chorus of gasps and moans replaces the stillness that once blanketed the crow’s nest.

“S-So… good,” you manage, biting into his shoulder in a futile attempt to muffle the cries clawing their way out of your throat.

His rhythm builds fast; precise, practiced, like he knows your body better than you do. His hips grind into you with brutal intent, and when he hits that perfect spot inside you, your walls clamp down around him.

“Fuck, like that, yeah?” he groans, his thrusts relentless, dragging cries from your lips as your breath catches and stutters. Finally, he lifts his head, locking eyes with your utterly wrecked expression; tears streaking down your cheeks, eyes rolled back, mouth slack with bliss.

Every night, he’d imagined this. Imagined you beneath him, imagined the way your tits would bounce by his rhythm, imagine the sounds you'd make as you took his cock like a good girl. And fuck—his fantasies didn't do you any justice. “So fucking pretty around my cock,” he growls, slamming into that perfect spot again, each thrust wrecking you.

Your thighs begin to tremble as the tension coils tighter and tighter inside you. You’re close, so close, and he knows it. “Cum on my cock, pretty,” he coos, voice low and urgent as he picks up the pace. Your gummy walls squeeze around him, pulsing with every thrust. Your back arches, and your hand flies to your chest, fingers gripping your nipple like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

Then pop. The bubble bursts.

A cry tears from your throat as your vision goes white, euphoria crashing over you in waves. Your slick leaks out in warm, beautiful streams, pooling beneath you. The sight alone is enough to tip Zoro over the edge. His cock twitches deep inside you, and with a final grunt, he spills; hot, thick, and sticky, his release flooding into you as his body shudders. 

After a few slow, lazy thrusts, he collapses on top of you, letting the high wash over him completely. The room stills once more, the silence broken only by the sound of your shared, heavy breathing.

“We should do more drinking challenges,” you murmur, your voice soft but playful.

That draws a laugh from both of you; warm, breathless, and entirely satisfied.

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a/n - goddddd the things I would let this man do to me ¬‿¬ WIll be doing alot more zoro x reader in the future hehe

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When Worlds Collides

Chapter 5 - Forcefully participating

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a/n - Hello guys happy easter! Sorry for late post again I promise I won't make this into a habit. Just spent all day with my partner as it was our anniversary eeeee. 3 years and strong <3. Anyway how are you guys doing!

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The walk to college is a bit awkward. Itadori keeps asking if you're okay, to which you keep replying that you are. You don't blame him for worrying. From his perspective, you went from looking like the light in your soul had been torn out to suddenly being completely fine again. Sasaki texts both of you, saying the spirits seem extra active today, which, in simplest terms, means she's just bored and wants to hang out.

You all sit around the table, the lights off to set the mood. Not that you need any help setting yours; Itadori already did that when he showed you the box containing Sukuna's finger.

"Ready to go? What do you say?" Itadori stirs the tension, glancing around the group. "Sasaki, Iguchi, L/N?" They both nod, and you offer a weak smile.

"Okay... go."

They place their hands on the planchette, eyes squinting in anticipation. You, on the other hand, just watch them, already knowing exactly how this is going to play out. The canon story is kicking off, which means Megumi Fushiguro has already checked the thermometer shed, only to find, of course, no finger in sight. Meaning he's going to be on campus today, searching for it.

Your stomach turns.

Oh my god. I'll be seeing Megumi.

Fuck, fuck, fuck—keep it together, Y/N. This is not the time to be fangirling.

But you can't help it. He's just so dreamy, and you have to admit—you have a major crush on him.

That's only if the story goes as planned, though. Once again, you have no idea how your presence is going to affect it. Maybe you should just stay out of it entirely. What if, by interfering, you end up getting more people killed?

Your mind spirals with what-if scenarios until—

BANG!

A door slamming open snaps you out of it.

"Occult Club!" The club president storms in, his expression stern.

"Hey, Plankton President! What's up?" Itadori grins from ear to ear, clearly teasing him. The president stomps over, slamming a piece of paper onto the table in front of you all. Instinctively, you all lean in to read it.

"As you were previously informed, a research club with no real activities must forfeit its clubroom," the president says, arms crossed over his chest. "So vacate now!" He adjusts his glasses with a sharp flick of his finger.

You scoff. He's definitely enjoying this power trip.

"You really ought to be careful not to underestimate our members, President," Itadori leans back, a smirk creeping onto his face. You stay quiet, watching as they bicker over whether or not the football team is cursed by spirits. Maybe you should leave now before the story progresses any further.

You push yourself up from your seat, ready to slip out unnoticed—

But the president's gaze snaps to you.

"And who are you?" His eyes narrow suspiciously. You stammer, trying to find the right words, but before you can answer—

"Ah, that doesn't matter!" He shakes his head, dismissing you entirely before turning his attention back to Itadori.

"The biggest problem here is you, Itadori!" He dramatically points a finger at him. "You're registered with track and field, not the Occult Club! That means this club doesn't even have the three members required to exist!"

Sasaki and Iguchi's faces fall into a frown, their auras practically radiating betrayal.

"You did that?" Sasaki scoffs, clearly hurt by the revelation.

"But I... I'm sure I wrote Occult Club..." Itadori mutters, confusion hanging in the air. He turns to you with a small pout, looking completely lost. And right on cue, Coach Takagi strides in, his presence filling the room.

"I'm the one who changed it!" his voice booms over you all. "The track and field team needs you on it!" for his own selfish gain, of course.

"I swear teachers aren't allowed to do that," you say, arching an eyebrow as your voice gains some volume. Coach Takagi, however, completely ignores you, still only addressing Itadori. Typical. Just like in the anime, Itadori refuses, which inevitably leads to all six of you making your way toward the football field to settle the deal they struck.

Your eyes scan the area around you, hoping to spot Fushiguro before anyone else does. With your knowledge of how this plays out, you already know Itadori is going to win, and break the world record while he's at it. There. Next to some benches, you spot a boy with black spiky hair and an expression you recognize all too well. Your heart skips a beat. 

Fuck. He's even more handsome in person.

His eyes meet yours, and you swear the air in your lungs just vanished. He squints, tilting his head slightly. Embarrassed, you quickly turn back toward Itadori, wondering if that was your imagination or if he really looked at you. Heat travels up your neck.

Your ears prick up as you hear Itadori swear, the group completely dumbfounded that he just beat the coach. His legs take off, sprinting toward the college gate without even a goodbye. That's your cue to leave, too. You turn around, but then you feel your wrist being gripped by someone. Your eyes grow large, and you shift your head to see Fushiguro, his expression as stern as ever.

"You," he says simply, his voice cold. "Where is it?"

His grip tightens, and if you weren't so confused about why he's talking to you and not running after Itadori, like he does in the anime, you'd probably be blushing and dancing on the inside because he's holding your wrist.

"W...what?" You stutter, your brain going into overdrive. This is bad, if he doesn't follow Itadori, then Sasaki and Iguchi will die tonight.

"The box—where is it?" His voice is sharp, almost accusatory, as he spits out the words. "I don't have time for games. This thing is dangerous," he says, his tone edged with urgency. His other hand reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He turns the screen toward you, showing a picture of the box he's referring to, even though you already knew exactly what he meant.

"I... I don't have it," you answer truthfully, your mind racing. You need to get him to the hospital fast before it's too late. "But my friend does. I can take you to him." You tug your arm, trying to free yourself from his grip, hoping he'll let go so you can move now. Thankfully he does, but his expression is still laced with caution.

The sound of yours and Fushiguro's footsteps echo through the hospital hallway. During the entire trip here, he stays silent while you lead the way, tension hanging thick in the air. 

By all the isekai'd gods, please let us not be late. 

This interaction has to happen—otherwise, how can the story progress? Luckily, as soon as you reach the department where his grandad is being treated, you spot Itadori right away.

Your heart aches, knowing that right now, he's grieving the loss of his grandad. Even from afar, you can see the sadness swallowing his once brightly lit face.

"Itadori!" You quicken your pace, closing the distance before throwing your arms around his neck. He needs this, some kind of comfort before his world starts falling apart.

His body tenses from the sudden contact, shocked by the way you press against him. He wasn't expecting you here—especially not with another boy.

"L/N? What are you doing here?" Despite the grief weighing on him, a small smile tugs at his lips. Even though his grandad just passed away, having someone here with him brings a bit of warmth back into his body.

You take a step back, opening your mouth to speak but the raven haired boy beats you too it. 

"The cursed object you possess is very dangerous. I need you to hand it over." His hand extends toward Itadori, palm open, waiting for him to hand over the box.

"Cursed object?" Itadori repeats, his brows furrowing in confusion. He turns to you, searching for answers. "L/N, what is he even talking about?" His voice carries a mix of scepticism and curiosity, clearly not understanding the weight of the situation yet.

"The box you showed me this morning, he wants it," you say, answering Itadori's curiosity. His mouth forms an "O" as realization dawns on him, now understanding what the spiky-haired boy is asking.

"Oh yeah, I found that, but I don't have it anymore," he says, scratching his head, still baffled by the whole situation. "But here's the box." He carelessly tosses it toward Fushiguro, who catches it effortlessly, making you gasp.

That was hot.

Fushiguro opens the box, his face still as stoic as ever, but there's a slight twitch in his eye that's barely noticeable. He glances inside, then frowns. "It's empty... I've just been following a trace left by the object." He shoves the box into your hand, frustration creeping into his voice. "Fuck, where is it?" His gaze snaps to Itadori, the tension rising.

"Knock it off," Itadori begins, trying to steady the situation. "You see, my friends were planning to... uh..." He trails off, unsure how to continue.

"To do what?!" Fushiguro's patience is wearing thin. You notice how his eyebrows furrow and his lips twitch, a subtle shift that betrays his irritation. If the situation weren't so dire, you might have been fantasizing about how his lips would feel against your...

"Well, they were saying, 'Let's open it up to see what's inside tonight,'" Itadori shrugs, though the concern on his face is unmistakable. If it were just some random guy, he might not have been worried, but with you here, he can tell this is no joke.

Fushiguro stutters, his eyes wide as he processes what Itadori said. Without another word, he turns on his heel and speeds off. You and Itadori chase after him, panic settling in your chest as you realize the gravity of what's ahead.

"It's... that bad?" Itadori's voice carries into Fushiguro's ears, his tone full of uncertainty.

"It's way worse than bad," Fushiguro snaps, not looking back. "Your friends... are going to die."

You wanted to stay away from this. The fighting. The curses. It's too frightening. The panic gripping you now is worse than anything you've ever felt. Standing outside the collage, the reality of it all hits you like a wave. It becomes too real, too heavy to ignore. You can feel everything. The negative energy that coats the entire building, wrapping around you with its presence.

1... 2... 3... 4...

You focus on your breath, trying to steady yourself, but it's hard. Your nails dig into your palm as you squeeze your fists, trying to hold on to some semblance of control. The world around you seems to blur, the weight of the cursed energy pulling you under, making it harder to breathe, harder to think.

"Whoa... what is this pressure?" Itadori mutters, eyes locked on the all-too-familiar school before you.

Fushiguro ignores him, already scaling the fence with ease.

"I'll handle this," he says, his expression as unreadable as ever.

"Oh, no way! I'm coming too!" Itadori exclaims, grabbing onto the fence, ready to climb. "They're my friends! I have to help!"

"You're both staying here," Fushiguro snaps, turning sharply toward you both.

You stand behind Itadori and nod. Truthfully, you had no intention of going in anyway. Even if you wanted to, your body refuses to move, terror has you locked in place. Fushiguro disappears over the fence, leaving Itadori to sigh in frustration.

You glance at Itadori, already knowing what he's thinking. The silence between you stretches unbearably.

"I'm going in, L/N," he finally says, his voice steady but laced with urgency. "I... I can't just stand here and risk them dying. Especially since I'm the one who gave them that cursed object." He looks at you with guilt. "I have to help them. It's what my grandpa would have wanted. Stay here, okay? I don't want you getting hurt."

He places a hand on your shoulder, and for a moment, the anxiety clawing at your chest eases.

You nod, though tears prick at your eyes. This is it. The last time you'll see Itadori. It was nice while it lasted, but it was inevitable. He's the protagonist, and you're just a side character. No... not even that. You don't belong in this world.

But you're far too naïve to think you can just slip into the background.

A strange force prickles along your nerves, an invisible thread pulling your gaze toward the building. It taunts you, demands you to follow. And before you can even think to resist, your body moves on its own—you're leaping the fence alongside Itadori.

"Oh? You're coming too?"

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For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Sir Crocodile and a nonbinary reader with gangbangs and gags please? In the fic, the reader has been hired as a new sex partner for Crocodile to enjoy. And to kickstart their new life, Crocodile orders the reader to partake in a gangbang with the other sex consorts. You can decide on the intimate acts but I'd like the reader to be kept cloth gagged when their mouth isn't being used. What do you think?

Hi thank your for the request. Sorry if it isn't the best as I haven't written smut in a long time. But I hope its good enough.

The new consort 

Crocodile x gn!reader x other consorts (reader has a cock)

Summary: You never imagined you'd find yourself standing outside the door, waiting to begin your new life as a consort for Sir Crocodile himself. It’s your first time in a role like this, and he’s decided the best way for you to learn… is to be broken in.

Warnings: MDNI!!! Gangabang, orgy, Oral, mouth gag, voyeurism, masturbation

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Your heart races as you stand before the door. You pause, uncertain whether to knock or wait, your hand hovering mid-air. Someone once asked where you saw yourself in a few years. Most people offer safe answers, something stable or wildly ambitious. You? You never really knew. Honestly, you've been content with how life has unfolded so far.

But if someone had told you that one day you'd be standing outside a building, waiting for a servant to escort you in to meet one of the Seven Warlords, you would've laughed in their face. And if they added that you were being hired to fulfil all of his needs? Honestly, you might've punched them.

Yet here you are. Standing. Waiting.

To meet Sir Crocodile himself.

The door creaks open, almost too cheerfully, as it swings inward to welcome you. A coolness washes over your skin as the shade pulls you in, shielding you from the sun's harsh glare. You step inside, trailing behind the figure ahead. Each footfall echoes down the corridor, every step murmuring the same question: Is this a mistake?

"He's inside," the woman says, gesturing forward.

Your senses go into overdrive the moment you step inside. The air is thick; suffocating, with a heady cocktail of perfume, sweat, incense, and desire. Sweet oil fumes cling to your nostrils; jasmine, cedarwood, and a hint of vanilla, trying, but ultimately failing, to mask the undeniable scent of pure sex.

Your eyes linger on the bodies draped across couches covered in velvet cushions and silk sheets. Skin glows under the soft, flickering light of the lanterns, revealing bare forms adorned with nothing but fine jewellery. Each motion is deliberate, drawn out like a seduction in progress. Conversations blur into moans as you walk further in, each sound melting into the haze, drawing you deeper into the room. 

As you weave your way through the chaos of pleasure, you see him. Crocodile. His body lounges effortlessly in a chair, legs casually propped up on the back of a person kneeling before him. A cigar dangles between his lips, smoke curling lazily into the air, and his mouth is tugged into that signature smirk that's knowing and dangerous.

You drink him in, every detail carved into memory. Broad shoulders that radiate dominance and power. A long, jagged scar slicing beneath one piercing, calculating gaze. Eyes that don't just look, they measure, dissect, decide. 

"You must be the new one," he says, his voice low, raw, and undeniably alluring.

"Yes," you manage to reply, your voice barely above a whisper. Stories of his power had reached you, but nothing could have prepared you for the overwhelming presence he exudes. "I mean... yes, sir."​

He chuckles a deep, resonant sound that sends a shiver down your spine. The mere sound of his voice ignites an inching throb on your cock.​

"So, I hear this is your first time as a consort," he remarks, his demeanour unchanged. Beneath the playful tone lies a hint of something more, something shrewd, as if he's already several steps ahead.​

"That's right, sir," you reply, your eyes flickers between Crocodile and the others in the room.

"Eyes on me, pet," he tuts, planting his feet firmly on the ground. "We need to break you in properly." His eyes gleam with mischief as he snaps his fingers, summoning the group you saw earlier.

Their touch is soft, welcoming, as they glide your shirt off, exposing your chest.

"That's better," Crocodile smirks, his hand trailing down his body to rest over his growing arousal. "From now on, you call me Master."

"Yes, Master," you gasp, as one of the women runs her hands up your torso, gently reaching your mouth to place a cloth gag. Your breath hitches, causing Crocodile to chuckle.

"Such a pretty sight. I love when my consorts are gagged," he says, finally standing and stalking over to you. His fingers lightly trace your arm as he hums. "Take off their pants," he commands the other consorts, and they comply. The fabric of your jeans brushes against your skin as they slip away, leaving you in only your underwear, your growing bulge now on full display.

Crocodile's hand grips the back of your neck tightly, pulling your gaze to meet his. "Now be a good pet and keep your eyes only on me," he whispers into your ear. Another person comes before you, ripping your underwear away causing you cock to spring out, hitting your belly, showing off the red tip that's already coated with precum. 

The consort bends down, their tongue gliding slowly along your shaft, drawing a muffled whimper from your gagged mouth.

"Shhh..." Crocodile smirks, palming himself with a lazy confidence. "You're going to take it. Let me use you—my own personal little toy." He drags his teeth along the curve of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Each time you try to reach for the others, Crocodile slaps your hand away with a sharp, deliberate motion, reminding you who's in control.

They lead you to an unoccupied couch, pushing you down with enough force to draw a soft thud against the cushions. Crocodile settles into a chair opposite you, something grand and imposing, more like a throne than a seat. His pants hang halfway down his legs, his cock thick and throbbing at the sight of you surrounded by the other consorts.

A low grunt escapes your gagged mouth as one of them wraps a hand around your length, beginning to stroke you with a slow, deliberate rhythm, just enough to tease. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as euphoria blooms in your gut watching Crocodile throw his head back, stroking himself  shamelessly.

You try to murmur something, begging to touch him, to touch the others, but you're cut off as a warm mouth wraps around your length, slurping up the mix of saliva and pre-cum that drips from you.

"You," Crocodile slurs, pointing to one of the women encircling you. "Sit on their face."

He spits the command, and she obeys without hesitation. Removing the gag that once muffled your voice, she climbs on top of you, straddling your mouth. In moments, your face is drenched in her wetness, slick heat smearing across your lips and chin.

Your tongue licks up the length of her, finding her folds and pressing firmly, eliciting a deep, guttural moan from her throat.

"That’s it," Crocodile groans, his hand moving faster now, pumping himself as his own moans fill the air. You're both close, you can hear it in the way he breathes, feel it in the way your body jolts every time the consort beneath you deepens your cock into their throat, their motions hungry and relentless.

Gripping the waist of the one atop you, you hold her down and thrust your tongue rougher, harder, sending deep vibrations through her as you moan into her core. The sound of shared pleasure fills the room, moans, wet slaps, and gasping breaths all blurring together into something filthy and beautiful. 

In one swift, overwhelming moment, a deep groan escapes you as you release, your fluids spilling into the consort’s mouth. They swallow eagerly, the salty taste sliding down their throat as they savour every last drop.

Crocodile reaches his own limit the moment he sees your body twitching, trembling through your climax. His thick, sticky cum spurts out in hot bursts as his hand slows, coating his cock and fingers in white.

“So beautiful,” he breathes heavily, watching the scene unfold before him of tangled bodies slick with sweat and dripping with shared pleasure.

The room stills, the air thick with the heat of release. Everyone basks in the haze of their high, bodies slick, breath heavy, the silence humming with satisfaction.

But then Crocodile rises, towering over you like a shadow reborn. His presence commands the space, his half-lidded eyes gleaming with something dark and insatiable.

"I hope you’ve still got some energy left," he murmurs with a low chuckle, the sound curling down your spine. His gaze burns into you, full of wicked intent.

"Because now…" he strokes himself slowly, deliberately  "it’s my turn to make you cum."

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Chapter 4 - And so it begins

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A week has passed, and you've never felt as much happiness as you do now. Nearly every day at college, you're side by side with Yuji, and it's become your new normal.

But getting used to this life still comes with its flaws.

At night, when you're alone, the weight of everything crashes down on you. You still weep for your mum, the one you lost. Even though the person in your home resemble her in every way, it's not the same. It's like you're living with a stranger, trapped between the comfort of familiarity and the unsettling truth that this isn't really your world.

Your mind replays the story of Jujutsu Kaisen over and over again. Out of everyone in this world, you're the only one who knows what's going to happen. That knowledge alone feels like a massive responsibility, a weight you never asked for.

You still don't know what your role in all of this is... and maybe you never will.

Then, like an unwelcome whisper in the back of your mind, she surfaces. That crazy woman. The one from the bus. Was she the cause of all this? And if so... what were her intentions? All you know is that you're here, and maybe, just maybe, you can use this knowledge for good.

For the short time you've been here, Itadori and you have grown surprisingly close. You practically talk every second of the day, especially now that he's given you his phone number. That's right. You have Yuji Itadori's phone number.

Itadori >⩊<

hey l/n!

hello Itadori

you coming to the club this lunch?( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

do you even need to ask? of course!

yay! don't tell the others but you make it super fun (｡╹ω╹｡)

who would of thought you can make the occult club 10x scarier

You giggle at his message, reminiscing about a few days ago when you pulled off a prank. You had dressed up a mannequin as a ghost and placed it in the corner of the Occult Club room. The moment they spotted it, chaos erupted. Sasaki screamed. Iguchi nearly fell out of his chair. But the best part? Itadori's face. You have never seen pure terror bulge out of his eyes. Well not in person anyway. 

haha I wished I took a photo of your face

priceless (˶˃ �� ˂˶)

shut up (╥﹏╥)

anyway I also wanted to ask if you want to go to 

the hospital with me after school? you don't have too!!

Your breath hitches at the invitation.

Has it really gotten to this point? Have you truly become close enough to him that he wants you to meet his grandad? Butterflies swarm your body, your heart doing little flips in your chest. Your lips stretch into a smile before you even realize it.

It's funny, you've noticed yourself smiling a lot more lately. Before all of this, back in your world, you never really had a reason to. Your days were predictable, you had a bland routine which was often lonely. But here, with Itadori and the others, you feel lighter, like you finally have something to look forward to.

Maybe it's the way he effortlessly brightens any room, or how easily laughter comes when he's around. Or maybe, for the first time in a long while, you feel like you truly belong somewhere.

of course, I would love too!

Itadori meets you outside the college gates at the end of the day, his famous smile still plastered on his face as he waves enthusiastically. It's impossible not to smile back at this boy.

"L/N!" he calls out, and somehow, he makes your name sound like music. You can't help but feel a little bashful.

"Thanks for saying yes," he grins, effortlessly throwing an arm over your shoulder. To him, this is normal, just friendly, casual physical contact. On the outside, you act like it's nothing, like you're completely unfazed. But on the inside? You're screaming, crying, laughing, all at once, drowning in pure joy.

"No worries," you say, flashing him a smile. "It'll be nice to meet your grandad."

You arrive at the hospital, and just before you step into the room, Yuji gives you a small warning. "Just so you know, he's a grumpy old fart, but he has his moments." You giggle, fully aware of how his grandad can be. You just hope he likes you.

"For god's sake, Yuji, how many times do I have to tell you? I don't need you here. Go be with your friends—better yet, go to your club!" his grandad complains, scoffing at him as much as possible.

"It's nice to see you too, Grandad," Yuji responds nonchalantly. "But don't worry, I am hanging out with my friend. See?" He gestures toward you just as you step inside.

Your chest tightens as all eyes land on you, a sudden pressure settling in your ribs. Heat creeps up your neck, and you suddenly feel hyperaware of every little movement; how you're standing, where your hands are, even the way you're breathing. His gaze is sharp, studying you with an intensity that makes your stomach twist. You don't know if he's judging you, sizing you up, or just annoyed that you're here, but the weight of his attention makes you feel small. You swallow hard, willing yourself to stay composed, to make a good first impression despite the nerves threatening to take over.

1...2...3...

You force yourself to bow your head. "Hello, Mr. Itadori. It's nice to meet you. I'm Y/N L/N." Your head remains lowered as you anxiously wait for his response, the silence stretching so long it feels like the whole world has paused for this moment.

Finally, he huffs. "At least someone knows how to respect their elders," he says at last. Relief washes over you, and you slowly lift your head, your shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.

Then, with a teasing glint in his eyes, he adds, "And how is someone as pretty as yourself, friends with a dork like my grandson?" Though his words are playful, there's a hint of genuine confusion in his tone, as if he truly can't fathom the connection.

Itadori's eyes widen in offense at his grandad's comment. "Oi! What's that supposed to mean?" he exclaims, clearly wounded by the jab.

You smile, biting back a laugh. "Thank...thank you for the compliment. Itadori is a really good friend, I'm very glad I have him in my life." you say sincerely, your chest warming at the thought. You truly couldn't be more grateful that you bumped into him that day. You glance at his grandad and continue, hoping to shift the conversation in Yuji's favour. "He also goes out of his way to make everyone feel included in the club. He's always looking out for others." You shoot Yuji a small, reassuring smile, hoping your words ease the tension. It's the least you can do, and hopefully his grandad will ease up on him, even if just a little.

"I like this girl," Itadori's grandad says with a rare smile.

Both you and Itadori freeze, staring at him in pure shock. Did he just... smile? You weren't even sure he was capable of that.

Itadori blinks at his grandfather as if he's witnessing something impossible. "Wait—did you just—? Did you actually just smile?" he asks, completely dumbfounded.

You can't help but grin, feeling a small sense of accomplishment. "Well, I'm honored, Mr. Itadori," you say playfully, glancing at Yuji, whose expression is still stuck somewhere between disbelief and mild betrayal.

The next morning rolls around, and you trudge your way downstairs to the kitchen, still groggy from sleep. The scent of something warm and sweet fills the air, guiding you toward the familiar scene of your mum cooking breakfast.

You're still not entirely used to calling her your mum, but there's a comforting sense of familiarity in it, one you're thankful for.

"Good morning, dear," she says with a warm smile, placing a stack of pancakes onto your plate.

You return her greeting, picking up your fork and digging in, the soft, fluffy pancakes melting in your mouth. Just as you take another bite, your phone buzzes beside you. You glance at the screen, and the moment you see Itadori's name, a smile tugs at your lips.

"Hey mum is it okay if a friend of mine comes round before I head to collage?" you ask as you continue to eat your pancakes.

"Sure sweetie," she replies softly.

Itadori >⩊<

yeah you can come round!

I'll send you my address

Yay!

I have something cool to show you

I think the other two are gonna freak over this

[sent image]

Your chest rises unevenly as your eyes take in the photo Itadori sent you. Panic begins to unfold in the pit of your stomach, and suddenly, your carefree moments with him feel fragile. The weight of the realization hits you like a ton of bricks. You swallow hard, the feeling of dread creeping in.

Shit, he's found Sukuna's finger.

You pace around your room anxiously, your mind racing as you wait for Itadori's arrival. The very thought of Sukuna's finger being anywhere near your home makes your stomach churn, but what are you supposed to say? Sorry, Itadori, you can't bring that thing in here because it's literally a severed finger belonging to the King of Curses? Yeah, that would go over well.

Shit. 

Maybe you should just text him and say you're not feeling well. Yeah, that's a good excuse, right? A perfectly valid reason to cancel—no suspicion, no awkward questions.

You grab your phone, your fingers hovering over his name, but before you can even press it—

Ding.

The front doorbell rings.

Your breath catches.

Too late.

You cautiously walk down the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. As you reach the door and pull it open, you're met with the sight of Itadori—his usual happy, carefree self. But beneath that bright smile, you can feel it.

A lingering dread seeps into your bones, an invisible weight pressing down on you. It's like the air itself has thickened, making it harder to breathe. Your soul feels like it's being stretched, pulled toward something dark and twisted. The presence of him—Sukuna. You force a smile onto your lips, trying to act normal, but your heart feels like it's forgotten how to beat.

You greet Itadori and step aside to let him in. He walks into the kitchen, where your mum sits at the table, a cigarette lazily balanced between her fingers. The moment he spots her, he bows politely.

"Hello, Mrs. L/N. I'm Yuji Itadori. I'm friends with your daughter. It's nice to meet you," he says, his usual cheerful tone ringing out.

Your mum's lips curl into a smile as she stands and walks over to him. "Oh my, what a handsome young boy," she coos, reaching out to grab his cheeks.

You groan, already regretting this. "Mum, seriously?"

But it's too late. Itadori's face turns bright red, his eyes widening in pure embarrassment. It's the first time you've ever seen him blush, and for some reason, that just makes it even worse.

"Aww, but look how adorable he is!" your mum coos again, absolutely delighted by the sight of Itadori's flushed face. Then, as if she hadn't embarrassed you enough, she grins mischievously and adds, "You better snatch him up before some other girl takes him." Your entire body tenses, and before you can stop it, your face burns just as red as Itadori's.

"Mum!" you exclaim, mortified. Without another word, you grab Itadori's arm and drag him upstairs, desperate to escape her teasing. He stumbles slightly but follows without resistance, still flustered from the unexpected attention.

"God, so embarrassing," you mutter under your breath as you step into your bedroom. You shut the door behind you, sighing heavily while trying to shake off the feeling. "Sorry about that," you laugh, scratching the back of your neck.

Itadori chuckles, waving his hands dismissively. "Nah, it's fine! Your mum's funny," he says, still a little flustered.

As you watch him, you notice the way his eyes wander around your room, taking in the drawings plastered across the walls. His expression shifts—curiosity turning into something softer, more appreciative.

"Did you draw all of these?" he asks, his eyes glistening with admiration. He steps closer to one of the pieces, studying the details with genuine interest.

His reaction makes your chest warm. "Yeah," you admit, a little shy under his gaze. "I've been drawing for as long as I can remember."

"These are freaking amazing," he exclaims. Your face heats up instantly, the familiar warmth creeping up your neck. Great, just when you thought you had recovered from the earlier embarrassment.

"You really think so?" you mumble, suddenly feeling shy under his praise.

"Of course!" He turns to you with an excited grin. "You've got real talent, L/N. These look like something straight out of a pro's portfolio!" You bite your lip, trying to fight the growing smile on your face. His enthusiasm is contagious, and despite your flustered state, you can't help but feel proud.

He then slumps onto your bed and casually pulls out a small box. The moment you see it, the joyful sensation you felt just seconds ago vanishes instantly. Every bone in your body tenses.

"So, I found this last night," Itadori says, his voice laced with excitement. "And I thought, yep, this is something Sasaki would love. Doesn't it feel very occult-like?" He shakes the box carelessly, completely unaware of the dangers that lie within it.

Meanwhile, you take a step back. No—several steps back. You can sense it. The unnatural energy seeping from inside. It feels like you're standing on the edge of your life, one wrong move, and your heart would be ripped from your chest. Even though it's just his finger, a primal, animalistic tendency radiates from it. It's as if you're being watched, hunted, every second stretched thin with the tension of an apex predator waiting for its prey to make a mistake, to take the bait.

The presence of Sukuna isn't just felt—it's known. A cold, calculating force that gnaws at your every instinct, telling you that any moment could be your last. Even though it's just a fragment, a single piece of him, you can feel the darkness, the sheer malice, leaking through. You're no longer just in the presence of an object; you're in the presence of a monster, one that can reach out from the shadows at any time and tear everything apart.

Itadori looks at you with concern, his brows furrowing as he tries to understand what's happening. He doesn't get it. He doesn't see what you see. He doesn't understand why you're backing away, why your lips are trembling, why sweat is dripping down your face.

To him, it's just a box. A thing he found in some old thermometer shed. A harmless object.

"L/N? What's going on?" he asks, his voice gentle but laced with confusion. But you can't answer. Your body is frozen, paralyzed by the overwhelming presence of the cursed energy that's seeping from that damn box. You can't move. You can't speak. Hell, you can't even think straight in this moment.

Itadori notices your lack of response, his face shifting from confusion to worry. He looks down at the box, then back at you, still not fully understanding. His hands tense, and he shoves the box back into his pocket with a deep frown.

"Alright... I'll put it away," he says quietly, the concern in his voice unmistakable. As the box leaves your sight, a sudden wave of calmness washes over you, as though the suffocating pressure that had gripped your chest is finally easing. You can breathe again, the air feeling slightly less oppressive, the darkness retreating into the corners of your mind.

Your knees buckle beneath you, and you barely catch yourself. Your body, which had been frozen in place, finally gives in to its instincts. The tension that had held you captive slips away, leaving you trembling. Your heart still pounds in your chest, but the sharp, crushing terror has lessened, allowing you to regain some sense of control.

If a finger causes this much terror, you can't even begin to imagine what it will feel like when Sukuna regains his full strength.

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Be my cure

summary : Megumi always watches you from a distance and little does he know, you watch him too

Megumi x gn/Reader Warnings - fluff core Word Count 772

A/n - hey this just popped into my mind and I needed to write something other than the series I'm working on. Just something short and sweet

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Megumi never understood why his pulse quickened and his palms grew clammy whenever you were near. At first, he assumed he was coming down with something, maybe eating Yuji's cooking wasn't the best idea. But then he started noticing it more.

He would catch himself staring at you whenever you walked into a room; laughing with Yuji and Nobara, training with Gojo, or simply existing in his space. His eyes lingered longer than they should. The way your hair swayed in the wind. The dimples that deepened when you smiled. The shimmer in your eyes when you looked up at him.

And that's when it hit him.

This wasn't just some passing reaction. It was you. 

You were the reason his heart pounded in his chest. The cause of his breath hitching. The reason he had to stop himself from grinning like an idiot whenever you made a sly comment. His body reacted instinctively, wanting to pull you close, to hold you. His lips tingled with the temptation to kiss you.

Megumi had never been good at dealing with emotions, never knew how to, and up until now, never wanted to. But in this moment, alone with you, watching the sun dip into a breath taking swirl of orange and red, he feels it all.

You had asked for extra training, and with Gojo away, you turned to him.

"Thanks again Megs. I hope it wasn't a bother," you sigh, swiping away the lingering sweat on your forehead.

"No... it's okay. I don't mind," Megumi says, his voice so soft and low that you barely notice he replied at all. You both sat in comfortable silence, listening to the birds sing themselves to sleep, the rustling of leaves drifting across the ground, and the quiet, steady breaths you both let out.

"You know," you pause, letting the air carry your voice, "we never hang out. Just the two of us."

You turn to face him, taking in every detail. The way his brows knit together, the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth as he fights a smile, the faint hitch in his breath when he realizes you're watching him. If you didn't know better, you'd see Megumi as unreadable, too stoic to show emotion. But you do know better.

Ever since you met him, you’ve studied his movements, learned his tells. And after these past few months, you’ve come to a conclusion that Megumi has a soft spot for you.

You noticed how he would take the longer route just so you’d pass by the shops you always talked about. How he made sure you had eaten that day, and if you hadn’t, he’d casually suggest to Gojo that you all should go out, to your favourite restaurant, no less. Or how his hand would linger on yours just a little longer than usual when he passes you something.

And if you were being honest…

You had a soft spot for him too.

"We are now," he says nonchalantly, but the heat creeping up his neck betrays him.

"You know what I mean," you chuckle softly, letting your gaze stay on him for a moment before turning back to the sunset. "It’s peaceful here." You close your eyes, inhaling deeply as the cool evening air fills your lungs.

Megumi stares.

An overwhelming feeling rises in his chest, tightening his throat. He doesn’t understand how someone can be this beautiful. The sound of your voice. The colour of your eyes, shining brilliantly against your skin. Even the way you say his name.

In a world full of pain and despair, he can’t fathom how someone as pure as you ended up tangled in it all, let alone how he was lucky enough to have met you.

"It is," he replies softly, though his eyes remain fixed on you. Seconds pass, each one stretching longer as Megumi tries to gather the courage to say something—anything. 

"We should…" He curses himself internally. Normally, he knows what to say, what to do. But you make his mind swirl. "Hang out, I mean," he finally stumbles over his words, and the sight of your smile only makes his heart race faster.

You turn to face him again, eyes beaming. "You’re really cute when you’re nervous."

The warmth brewing at his neck rushes up to his face, flooding all the way to the tips of his ears.

You gently graze your fingers against his, letting the moment settle between you—hearts pounding, heads spinning.

And then, finally, he does something he never lets himself do.

He grips your hand in his, holding onto the feeling, and allows himself to smile.

"Shut up," he mutters, but there’s no bite to it, only the quiet surrender of a boy hopelessly and completely in love.

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ahhhh i just love my megumi baby. such a sweet boy. anyway I hope you enjoyed!!

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