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„Wake up, Angel, wake up!”
Sukuna didn't know why he had grown fond of you. You were a human that usually pissed him off.
Why then was he on his knees, holding your small body against his tattooed one? Why were his hands shaking? Why did he look so pissed and yet scared?
“Don’t leave me...”
The King of Curses was scared? Ridiculous.
“Please!... ”
He had always wanted you dead and there you were, dying on his hands.
Why then was it all different that time?
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Sukuna didn’t like you at first.
He had met you when Yuuji was on the second year and you were starting your journey as a shaman. You were an only first-year student at that time. Gojou, that annoying bastard, introduced you to a group and his stupid vessel almost immediately made friends with you. It was truly a matter of time that you two started dating a few weeks later.
You became Yuuji’s girlfriend even if you knew the truth about him. The truth of a blood-hungry curse living inside of him, sharing a mind and body with him.
And yet, it didn’t draw you back from Itadori.
Soon, Sukuna would promise himself. Soon I will break you.
After all, you were a weak human, under control of your own emotions that were called love and friendship. Silly human emotions, Sukuna would never understand them. They were simply ridiculous to the King. He was above them, obviously.
And yet, it could have been better for Sukuna to see the future and the situation he allowed to be pulled in. Maybe he would have avoided all of it.
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There were a few facts about you that Sukuna had learned for past months.
First of all, you were petite.
If not because of the truth that you were first grade, he would think you were a kid from primary school. Yuuji was tall, Fushiguro was tall, that blue-eyed bastard was even taller than his students… and there were you, looking like a dwarf between them. If Sukuna changed with Yuuji, he would crush you with one hand only. That thought was rather amusing to the King.
Second, you were an albino.
Your hair was semi-long and white, your skin was pale and covered in freckles. Your eyelashes were long, curly and white as well. Your eyes were red, without that hidden evil light as Sukuna would see among curses. Your eyes were created red by Mother Nature herself.
During his golden age of jujutsu, white animals were easily killed and displayed as trophies. He lived over a thousand years and he never met a human albino. It meant you were rare.
You’re going to be my trophy, brat, he liked to promise himself.
Third, and probably the most annoying to the King, was the fact that you didn’t have a smell.
Sukuna was a powerful curse that was able to smell the souls of humans, sense the cursed energy in sorcerers, feel their true potential. He could even read in minds if he only wanted to.
And yet, he couldn’t read you at all.
Your soul didn’t smell. You either didn’t have curse energy or it was really, really tamed inside of you because he couldn’t feel it either. Your head was empty and, if not because of your interactions with Yuuji, he would have thought you were lacking in emotions too.
He could see your body was weak. He could sense you were supposed to die young one way or another. Even if Mother Nature created you, she didn’t give you a chance to live a long and happy life. The cruel yet beautiful Mother Nature, indeed. And, to made it all funnier, you became the shaman, shortening your already poor chances to survive.
Ridiculous, Sukuna would grow angry at you for no particular reason. But still, did the King of Curses need a reason to hate you? No, because he was a perfect yet dangerous creature, and you? You were a weak, petite, smell-less human.
You were boring. Obviously different from the people around you (that Sukuna could read easily) but still boring to the King.
And yet, there was something in you that made Sukuna think more and more about you. He couldn’t name it and that made him grow angry.
Such a ridiculous and pathetic woman.
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When he appeared in front of you for the first time, he thought he would scare you.
No, he wanted to scare you. He wanted to see your terrified eyes, to hear your shaking voice, to watch you squirm away from him.
Yuuji and you were preparing supper when the aura changed in the kitchen. Sukuna stood behind you, his two pairs of eyes were stabbing in your back, his grin was growing bigger and bigger in anticipation. He was waiting for you to turn around and look up. He wanted to watch your face twist from happiness to fear.
Yet, your reaction threw him back.
“Oh, it’s you. Hello, do you want some beef or you prefer chicken?” You casually asked, your eyes locked with his for a few seconds and then you focused on ingredients in front of you again, carefully cutting some vegetables.
Excuse you, what? What the fuck was that?
Were you, a weak human, asking him, the King of Curses, if he preferred beef or chicken?
How. Dare. You–
How ridiculous of you–!?
Wha–?!
“You know, I would prefer a soul of the innocent...” Sukuna growled with an ugly grin, a vein popped in his forehead. He wanted to grab a knife and stab you to death, see your ‘precious’ beef and chicken soak in your blood, watch your red eyes dying, losing that light in them–
“Oh, we don’t have it on the house for now. Sorry.” You said and smiled without looking at him. It made him dumbfounded even more.
“Oi, are you stupid or trying to be funny? Why aren’t you scared of me? You know that I can easily kill you, devour you and you will do nothing to prevent it?” Sukuna hissed and stepped closer, his aura grew stronger and colder and he looked down at your petite body.
You didn’t even flinch but he finally got your attention. You turned around and looked up at him.
“Then kill me.” You simply said and the King’s body paused, his eyes grew wider.
There was a minute of silence between you two, none of you looked down nor even blinked. Your red and calm eyes were watching his, angry and fuelling with crimson magic.
The King didn’t know what to feel about it. Were you mocking him? Were you testing him? Were you trying to get on his good side by being brave and funny? Were you taking a pity on him? Were you stupid or a dumbass?
Why weren’t you scared of him?
Why couldn’t he read your mind?
Sukuna was pissed so bad.
He swiftly seized your throat and lifted you with ease, pulling closer to his tattooed and steaming with fury face.
You didn’t even flinch nor you made a sound. Your eyes were still locked with his. In that situation, you reminded him of a ragdoll.
“You are disgusting.” He spat in your face and let you go, watching you stumble a bit before you grabbed the counter and steadied yourself. You touched your throat but your eyes were still on his... and then you smiled.
“Hearing that from the King of Curses himself makes it kind of a compliment, don’t you think?”
What the fuck was wrong with you?