Yuuji Itadori
Our mission would've gone on without a hitch if Gojo-sensei handled it, or at least been there with us.
As usual, the higher-ups had sent him off to who-even-knows-where as reinforcements for the girls' mission. Nobara and Maki never returned from their assignment and weren't answering their phones, which will always be a concern when it comes to Kugisaki. Gojo warped to rescue them at once. So when another curse pops up, they send three of us second years.
If the sorcerers in charge had faith in my ability to exorcise the special-grade, then that would be one thing. But every time it happens, it just seems like they're hoping to dispose of me like last time.
It's no longer a secret that the higher-ups want me dead, along with anyone who sympathizes with my plight. Said plight being me ingesting a cursed finger and becoming a vessel to a purely evil deity. It took me some time to accept the consequences of my fateful decision the night of my grandpa's death. I know that more than anything, I wanted everyone to make it out of that school alive. But regret, along with Sukuna's noxious ramblings, gradually seeped into my thoughts and almost began to taint my resolve. The love and acceptance I've received from my new comrades, along with the promise I made to my grandfather, are enough to keep my regrets at bay for now.
All, except for one.
Ame Saotome.
Like me, she lived an everyday life before the incarnation of Ryomen Sukuna. Before she was inadvertently dragged into the world of jujutsu sorcery by yours truly. Thanks to me, she is now a cursed human. Ame harbors the special-grade curse, Itazura. Goddess of Deceit.
Bride of Sukuna.
But that's a story for another time. Unfortunately, because of Sukuna's interference, Ame alone is now capable of insurmountable destruction that she has to reign in daily.
At least I wasn't alone in that regard.
With Gojo-sensei and Nanami-sensei's training, Ame has learned to use her newfound cursed energy to gain complete control of her own probability. Gojo calls it the Cursed Luck Technique, and that's pretty much all I know about it at the moment. Itazura has incarnated, but Ame has even better control over her because she's not a vessel digesting a bunch of cursed fingers. It's a secret as to why, but Ame and Itazura have some sort of agreement. It must be a Binding Vow, one where the spirit has resigned itself from coming out while also granting Ame extra power and energy.
It drives Sukuna absolutely mad.
He won't talk to me about it, obviously. Sometimes, though, when I spend time with Ame, I can feel Sukuna's confusion and rage directed at Itazura.
For whatever reason, Itazura was avoiding Sukuna. The idea of that wicked curse dealing with lady problems is enough to make me laugh every single time. Although, I have to continually remind myself that Sukuna's ancient girlfriend is confined inside the body of my crush. Which meant Sukuna was infatuated with Saotome as well.
And that isn't good at all.
Well, except for the one time when it is.
Fushiguro, Saotome, and I were all dispatched to the site of an evacuated orphanage. Unspeakable crimes had been occurring there, manifesting a truly foul curse now running rampant through the area. Ijichi, clearly feeling sick with deja-vu, pleaded with us to handle this more carefully.
The three of us were more powerful than the average second year, but this assignment was too much for us to handle. Fushiguro got injured when the curse had finally found an opening after taking down his shikigami. Ame exhausted the last of her cursed energy to heal Fushiguro fully with a reverse-curse technique. It was an ability only Shoko Ieri possessed, but it was still developing. Out of all the things she could do, she was still unable to heal her own injuries.
So when the enemy curse impaled her with four giant clawed fingers, she had absolutely nothing to fall back on. Fushiguro and I were helpless as she crumpled to the ground in a wet slump of gushing blood and flesh. I felt a surge of power flow through me, and I didn't have to question it, knowing it was Sukuna. The special-grade was exorcised instantaneously from the crushing weight of Sukuna's wrath and anguish. But that power came too late.
Ame was full of holes and bleeding out.
"Megumi? Yuuji? Sukuna?" She flung her head to the side to vomit a stream of thick blood. She sputtered a wet cough and turned her attention back to us. It was truly a horrifying sight to witness. Before we could even react, she grabbed the two of us gently by the hands and smiled.
"I love you all so much," she whispered hoarsely and stilled, staring blankly at the two of us.
Sukuna, in a rage-filled frenzy at the sight of her lifeless body, used his reverse-cursed technique to heal all of her wounds. I never expected Sukuna to care all that much for my comrades, despite having a disturbing fixation on these two in particular. My inner fears told me that if anything were to happen to Ame, Sukuna would revel in my pain of losing her, just like how he did with Junpei.
And then, suddenly, we'd all lost her so brutally.
His reaction was different this time. The coarse voice in my head frantically commanded me to swap with him, pleading with me to hurry because he can't heal someone outside of myself without being fully present. The King of Curses even went so far as to promise he'd swap back the moment Saotome is revived.
Sukuna does not plead or promise. Ever.
It was a goddamn miracle we didn't lose her.
Shoko Ieri examined her when we returned from the mission, informing us that there wasn't much she could do since she'd already been treated. Shoko instructed us to watch over her and make sure she makes it to bed in one piece. We supported her with an arm slung over Ame's shoulders, walking carefully at her pace while she's sandwiched in the middle.
Ame was upset at her condition.
"I promise I won't lose again," she muttered bitterly, her body crumpling in shame. "I can't thank you guys enough for putting up with me."
I wanted to tell her that she was so strong and that we'd gladly put up with her for the rest of time. Fushiguro started speaking instead, so I settled for a supportive slide of my palm on her ribs as we all hobbled towards the girl's dorms.
"Saotome?" Fushiguro asked, addressing her by the last name like always.
"Yeah?"
"Shut up." She gave a small huff but didn't fight him. "You may be strong, but defeat escapes no one." We stopped in front of her door. "I just think you shouldn't fully rely on your Cursed Luck Technique until we know more about it. You need to be more cautious, that's all."
Ame chewed on that as I fished the key out of my pocket and handed it to Fushiguro.
"You're right. Thank you, Megumi-kun."
It sure was amusing seeing his reaction to being called by his first name. He usually rolled his eyes when Gojo or Maki called him Megumi. I rarely get away with it without being socked in the gut. But Ame, his lips twitch at the corners, and his cheeks blush pink every single time.
Fushiguro isn't the only one with a crush.
I gave the blonde another reassuring touch on her side. "You just need to train harder. We'll always be here to help you out with that. It's not like we don't need it ourselves."
She gave me a small smile and hummed a thank you. Her legs started to buckle in her black, clunky boots without Fushiguro's support. As he unlocked her dorm room, I swept her up in my arms bridal style. I chuckled at the grunt of discomfort that turned into a sigh of relief once she didn't have to stand up anymore. Her blush told me she was embarrassed but pleased.
"Where do you keep your hotpot? Itadori and I are making you dinner."
"Thank you, cause I'm starving. It should be in the high cupboard."
Fushiguro went straight to the fridge and started pulling out random vegetables.
"Ugh... Saotome, do you just not throw things out? It's filthy in here," he complained playfully as he slapped a package of ground chicken on the counter.
Ame pouted while I paced absentmindedly around her dorm, still carrying her in my arms. The latex of her boots occasionally squeaked with every other step I took. "Please don't judge me," she whined. "I can't even remember my last day off."
I snickered at that as I studied a framed picture of Saotome, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, and myself with Gojo-sensei. It was one of our first outings together as a class. Nobara and Ame were hugging each other close, almost instant best friends. Part of me envied how close they got when we all met. I wanted what those two girls have with Fushiguro. But he's a tough cookie to crack.
"Hey, wanna take a bath while we cook you up some dinner?"
"Yes. A shower, though."
"You sure you can stand for a shower?"
"I think so."
Fushiguro finished rinsing off his hands and wiped them on his uniform, leaving the kitchen and going down the hall to Ame's room.
"Alright, let us get you to the bathroom then."
I set her down on the sink and started the water, sticking my hand in there to check its temperature. Freezing.
"Yuuji-kun?"
I turned and saw her struggling to peel off her uniform's jacket, totally shredded in the abdomen where the curse's giant claws had speared her. Her skin was partially exposed, no longer a bunch of gaping holes like it was several hours ago.
"Need help?"
She nodded, her hands coming down to grip the edges of the sink. It would've been easier to help her if she hopped down, but she seemed too out of it at the moment. I stood in between parted legs, trying to unbutton the front of her jacket. But the flap where the buttons were got slashed off during the battle.
"Ame-chan, we're gonna have to pull this over your head."
She grimaced in pain. "I'm too sore. You're strong. Can't you rip it down the middle?"
I cleared my throat. "Uhh, sure. Yeah, I can do that. I mean, you're getting a new uniform anyway, right?"
"Quit rambling and tear her clothes off like she asked," Sukuna growled in frustration, his mouth appearing at my cheek. Ame giggled weakly, the sound of her soft laughter making my cheeks heat up in awkward shame.
For once, I listened to Sukuna.
The sound and image of her uniform tearing open made my dick twitch eagerly. Ame's white button-up was stained red and pink with her blood, completely unsalvageable. My fingers twitched, wanting to rip that off of her as well and expose her breasts to my gaze. Sukuna waited with bated breath as I stared at her chest. The buttons were intact, so I decided to undo them one by one, not wanting to infringe on any of her boundaries. I had to remind myself that Ame only asked me to rip the jacket. She didn't say anything about the undershirt.
"Cowardice disguised as chivalry. Blech," he scoffed inside my head, hocking a loogie onto a pile of some skulls probably. "You make me sick."
I ignored that, my knuckles grazing the soft skin of her belly when I undid the final button. Ame shivered against me, and my skin erupted in goosebumps in return. She eyed me with a soft smile as she delicately shrugged out of the soiled garment.
Fushiguro entered the bathroom just as she finished sliding the sleeves off her arms. Like me, he froze at the sight of smooth skin almost spilling out the top of a battered black bra. He shuffled past us and set some folded clothes on one of the shelves above the toilet. Without sparing us another glance, he stuck his hand in the water to feel it out. His shoulders were shaking as he started to adjust the water temperature, as though he was struggling to breathe. It reminded me of a conversation we had a while back.
"Aoi told me he asked you his big question and that you gave him absolutely nothing."
"Yeah, so?"
"So I want you to give me a real answer. No bullshit this time. What kind of girls are you into?"
Fushiguro rolled his eyes in irritation.
"Not this shit again."
"C'mon, just answer."
"It was a real answer," he lied.
"Nahhh, there has to be at least one physical feature on a girl- or a guy- that drives you wild."
He was silent.
"I mean, I'll tell you mine. I enjoy a nice, big-"
He waved me off. "Yeah, yeah, everyone knows you like big asses."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Alright, forget I asked, then."
Fushiguro gave me a look that said I was unfair, but I didn't push the issue further. After a beat of silence, I decided I'd change the subject when he finally cleared his throat.
"Okay, I'll tell you. Just don't be repeating it in front of Saotome and Kugisaki. Or even Gojo. But especially Kugisaki."
That made me laugh, but I silently promised not to say anything.
"When it comes to girls, you could say I'm a fan... of big tits. I mean... they don't have to be big they could even be small, and I'd still like them," he rambled before huffing indignantly. "There, happy now?"
"YES, I'M HAPPY, ARE YOU KIDDING!? I JUST HEARD MEGUMI FUSHIGURO SAY THE WORD TIT-"
"Could you keep your damn voice down."
"I'm sorry, you just look like the kind of guy who'd call them 'breasts.'"
"Fuck you, Itadori." I laughed so hard I choked on my own spit. "Seriously, you better not tell Kugisaki. She totally called it, and I don't want her ever to know she was actually right."
"Nobara does tend to hit the nail on the head."
He blinked at me, not even cracking a smile at my sick pun.
"If that's your thing, why didn't you just tell Aoi that?"
"Because. I don't know Toudou like that. Plus, Kugisaki and Saotome were with me."
"So you let him beat your ass in front of them instead? Weird logic, Fushiguro."
Even Sukuna was laughing at him.
He and I locked eyes for a split second. His face screamed two things: unmistakable panic and blatant arousal.
It's not like I hadn't noticed the way his eyes linger on Ame, most of the time a beat or two longer than necessary. Not that I blame him or anything like that. It's the same way everyone seems to look at her.
We're in the same boat then.
He approached us calmly, but his high-strung energy betrayed him.
"Water's warming up. Um, brought you some pajamas, too."
She smiled at him, lifting her left leg and blocking him from approaching him any further. The bottom of her chunky boot rested on his hip, and he looked at her confused. Her skirt rode up at the movement, my eyes glued to her tights-clad thighs.
"Can you help with this, Megumi-kun?"
"Um, yeah. Hold on," he mumbled in faux nonchalance.
His face was sober, but his cheeks were flushed as he started undoing the 50 buckles on her boots. I looked in the mirror behind her and saw my face identical to his. It seems like we're both just trying to keep it together.
Fushiguro's eyebrows were furrowed deep in concentration as he bent over slightly, her boot pressing into his stomach as he loosened them for her.
"It's too hot for those pajamas," she said in a small voice. "Yuuji-kun?"
"Yeah? Want me to grab some different ones?"
"Please... in the top drawer of my dresser are a bunch of big T-shirts. Just grab one of those. That's it."
I grabbed the pile of the clothes and hustled to her bedroom.
"Move faster, brat. We were just getting to the good part."
"Shut up," I mutter, even though I'm moving as fast as I can. I went to put away the flannel pajamas Fushiguro picked out when something frilly caught my eye.
"Oh, Megumi... you little pervert," Sukuna breathed in wonder and delight.
A pair of pale pink panties were among the flannel pajamas, making my dick pulse at the thought of her in them.
"Nice taste, surprisingly," Sukuna marveled. "They're so small... you know those will barely cover her. Ooh, they're even sheer! Oh, Megumi... you absolute dog."
I refolded her panties frantically and hid them with the oversized black T-shirt. No sense in letting Fushiguro's choice of panties go to waste, right?
"I can't believe you somehow can walk in these emo boots, let alone battle in them." I heard him gripe, followed by another round of muted giggles.
"I don't know. They just make me feel so tall and powerful."
He was sliding off the second boot when I got back. I set the clothes on the sink next to her hip.
"Thank you so much. Both of you."
"Of course," Fushiguro said thoughtfully, sounding strained. He turned to recheck the water temp, and I got in closer to Ame.
"You'd do the same thing for one of us. I mean, you already have." I muttered, thinking of when I had come back to life and how she took care of me that night.
Ame blushed and nodded. She seemed to reminisce over that night just as I was, hopefully remembering all those kisses she gave me on Shoko's operating table when Sukuna revived me.
Ame gestured to her thighs. "My arms are like jello right now. Take these off for me?"
Sukuna inside me nearly purred.
"This woman is driving me mad. She knows what she's doing."
"Of course, uh..." I trailed off, not knowing how to take her tights off without reaching up her skirt. Ame held on to the edge of the counter and lifted her lower half to give me easy access.
"Quit hesitating. Look her in the eyes and slide them off."
I had to thank every god in existence that Sukuna didn't say that where Ame could hear it, like earlier.
Letting out a shaky breath, I gazed up at Ame. Something in her eyes challenged me, and I couldn't tear myself away even if I wanted to. The shitty fluorescent lighting did nothing to hide her beauty. Shit, dying and being brought to life in one night couldn't even manage that. Ame Saotome was genuinely flawless with her long, sleek white hair. It'd been black before, but taking in the cursed spirit of Itazura changed it to white, save for one long black bang that framed the right side of her face.
My hands dropped to grab the hem of her tights. I bunched them up with my fingers and dragged them down. The pads of my fingertips caressed her skin down to her calves as I pulled them off.
She smiled at me innocently as I did it, and I could feel even more blood surge below. Fushiguro hid his shock at the image of me undressing our classmate by making a pile of dirty clothes and boots before pointing a thumb behind him.
"The waters ready."
I grabbed her hand and gently helped her hop down from the sink. She walked over to face Fushiguro, turning her back to me. She stumbled, catching herself by placing her hands on his shoulders.
"Take off my skirt, Megumi." His pupils were blown wide, and his lips slightly parted. I'd never seen him so out of sorts. "The zipper is on the side."
His hand dragged it down in an instant. Ame shimmied out of her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles on the floor. The sight of her in just a bra and panties nearly unraveled the two of us. I had to bite my knuckle as I stared at the smooth globes of her shapely ass.
"Yuuji?" she looked at me over her shoulder.
I couldn't speak. "Hmm?"
"Get the clasp for me?"
Fushiguro looked terrified as he tried to keep his eyes off her chest. Sukuna hummed creepily in anticipation. I was harder than I'd ever been in my entire life.
Her hair was covering most of her back, so she gathered it in both hands and pulled it up and out of the way. I stared at her muscles and curves, drool pooling at my mouth. Fushiguro silently pleaded with me to do it already, so my hands dart out to undo the intricate clasp as fast as I could. Ame smirked at me over her shoulder, but her skin was trembling as I tried to free her breasts from this unholy contraption.
When the last rung finally popped free, her bra went slack. She dropped her hair, loose thick locks tickling me as they cascaded down her back. As if in slow motion, she pulled the loose garment off her arms and onto the ground.
My heart stopped.
Fushiguro gasped quietly, pointing his head straight up to the ceiling to avoid ogling her breasts. He's a stronger man than both me and Sukuna because we were blatantly staring at her tits from over her shoulder.
They were such superb contradictions. Heavy and perky. Soft and firm. I wanted to cover them with my hands so bad my hands itched. Her nipples were an enticing shade of light brown, standing at attention in the humid bathroom. They were so pebbled and hard. I pictured what she'd do if I started toying with the hard nub, using my fingers to tease and tweak them, before Sukuna's mouth appeared at the palm of my hand to lick and suck her nipple.
Sukuna hummed his approval in my mind at the fake scenario, thankfully not ruining the moment by appearing somewhere on my body to say something.
"Oh, um, Megumi-kun?"
His face was completely red when he started looking at her again. His teeth worried his bottom lip, and the bright light of the bathroom bounced off the sweat forming in his forehead.
"I'm so sorry to ask this of you, but can you take this last thing off for me?"
Ame pulled the side of her panties taut and let them snap back to her skin with an audible slap. Her sweet voice's playful tone let every man in the room know that she was definitely not sorry.
"Didn't I say earlier this girl knows what she's doing?"
Fushiguro gulped thickly, his throat bobbing dryly as he nearly self-destructed right there. I've never seen him so flustered, and it was a massive turn-on.
"Poor little Megumi," Sukuna mocked internally. "She sure enjoys watching you boys squirm. It's making me unbelievably hard."
Ame had grown tired of waiting.
"Unless Yuuji-kun wants to help me?"
Before I could even jump at the chance to slide her panties off, Fushiguro snapped out of it, kneeling and dragging them down her legs. I deeply envied his position. She probably looked like a naked goddess to him as he looked up at her through his lashes.
My eyes traveled down to her ass, and I squeaked involuntarily.
Oh, no, it's perfect!
Ame hugged the walls, yanking the shower curtain back and climbing in the shower. Fushiguro and I watched helplessly as water cascaded in rivulets over our favorite parts of her.
"The water feels amazing. Thanks for everything, guys."
Fushiguro couldn't speak, so I took charge.
"Of course, Ame-chan. Take your time, alright? Dinner should be ready when you get out."
She sighed softly, letting the steaming spray hit the juncture between her neck and shoulder. A low, needy moan left her lips. "Mmmm... can't wait."
At the sound of her moan, Fushiguro frantically slid her curtain closed and ran out of the bathroom. I followed him, closing the door shut behind me.
Giggles like tinkling glass echoed in the shower on the other side of the door. In return, Sukuna's mocking laughter started to bellow from my cheek, provoking the two of us to cower in embarrassment. Sukuna had been right all along about Ame's teasing.
Fushiguro was bracing himself on the counter, looking almost haunted.
"You good?"
Sukuna was less kind. "A little dramatic, don't you think? You've been fighting curses all night but crumble at the sight of tits?"
Fushiguro's cheeks ballooned as he exhaled deeply. "Sukuna, have you ever heard of a little thing called innocence?"
That only made the King of Curses laugh even harder.
"Nah, I get it," I chimed in. "Ame's body is stupid nice. Plus, she's clearly messing with us." Fushiguro sighed heavily, giving me a shaky nod of agreement.
"I guess I'd rather her tease us until we melt into puddles of goo than watch her die like that again."
Sukuna scoffed.
"Ah, is that what you think is going on? Simple teasing? You're such an innocent pup," Sukuna slurred with arousal, taking my cheek and jaw hostage with his salacious red-eye and filthy mouth.
"She is about to have her way with you idiots. She will use you two for all your worth, and then she's going to beg for Yuuji to let me out."
"Why would she want you to come out? She's never asked for you before."
"Is it because of Itazura?" She was still a touchy subject for Sukuna.
Sukuna didn't answer.
"Ame has always had a good handle on Itazura. Could death change that?"
"Maybe if they made a vow with one another. But... I didn't feel Itazura at all in there. Just Ame."
Fushiguro looked disturbed.
"Whether it's my bride's doing or not, I will be asked to come out tonight. She's alive because of me. Ame knows it. We all know it. And I can sense how grateful she is and how desperate she is to prove it to me."
"As if I'd ever let you touch her. You would literally just hurt her."
"I wouldn't if she asked me not to."
Fushiguro groaned as he washed his hands and splashed cold water on his face. I started chopping ingredients for the meatballs as I watched him regain his composure. The silence stretched on for another minute before he turned to look at me with an agonized expression.
"I've never... done anything. I'm still a virgin."
Sukuna groaned in approval inside my mind.
"I am, too. I've made out before, but nothing crazy."
"Well, I haven't even kissed anyone."
That gave me pause.
"Hold on."
I washed the ginger paste off my fingertips and dried my hands off. I approached Fushiguro slowly, throwing the rag on the counter behind me. I backed him into the refrigerator, my eyes not leaving his for a second.
"Itadori?"
I closed the distance between us, pulling him close by his wrists and winding an arm around his waist. My fingertips went to his chin to keep him in place as I brushed his lips with my own. When his hands shot up to my shoulders, I tugged him even closer to me.
Our mouths moved in tandem for some time, exploring each other timidly. I slipped my tongue past Megumi's lips at the exact moment he moaned into my mouth. My knee came up to press against the tent in his pants. He squirmed and made a sound of hesitation when it made contact, but I only pressed harder, kissed him harder.
Megumi moaned every time I licked his tongue, and the sound of his voice was utterly divine. I pulled away with a gasp, opening my eyes to see him gasping with pink cheeks. He looked so innocent that my gut clenched.
"Maybe I should've asked to do that first..."
There wasn't a trace of malice on his face, just contentment. He shook his head, looking bashful.
"Bliss sure looks good on you, Megumi," Sukuna blurted. I opened my mouth to tell him to ignore the stupid curse, but Megumi's eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned down to kiss me again. His lips shyly pressed a chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth, eyes opening to look at me uncertainly.
"Kiss him before I rip out your heart a second time."
For the second time tonight, I listened to Sukuna.