Yūji, through her grandfather's lessons, lives two mostly separate lives. The first is Itadori Yūji, the heiress of one of the biggest–and only official–business conglomerates in Japan and the next head of the great Itadori Family, however small it may be now. The second is Yūji, the slightly introverted but incredibly kind high school student who is strong on a supernatural level and mistaken as a boy–not that Yūji minded, it just got annoying when people ignore her once they realize she wasn't male–more often than not.
While she lives two mostly separate lives, she does not separate herself into two different people for them. It would be too much work and it felt too much like lying–something she despised and would never do it unless absolutely necessary–for her to be comfortable with. Sometimes she wished she did, just so people could get off her back when she turns into another person so everyone annoying her could just go away. Like today.
"Takagi-sensei, I don't want to join any sports!" Yūji shouts after the determined coach as she walks after him. "You can't change a student's club application anyways!"
"You're talents are being wasted on some nerds and–"
"I don't want my talents wasted on some jocks!" And Yukimura-sensei already has me training like I am one at home, stayed in Yūji's thoughts.
"–and I absolutely refuse to see you waste your life away!" Takagi doesn't budge, ignoring Yūji's statement.
"It's just a club, Takagi-sensei! And besides, I don't even want to be an athlete when I graduate! How many times do I have to refuse?!" The pink haired teenager argues back with a wild wave of her hands. Her upperclassmen, Sasaki and Iguchi avoid being hit by just a hair as they walk right behind her.
"We need you for nationals, Itadori-kun! Which is why, if you can beat me on the field, I will give up on you Itadori Yūji!" The coach says loudly, making Yūji grin.
Yūji cracks her knuckles while the group exits the school. "Fine. I'll beat you fair and square, Takagi-sensei! You better not forget about your deal!"
"This special-grade cursed object is being a real pain," 15 year old Fushiguro Megumi thinks to himself, scrolling through his phone.
"Over here! Coach Takagi is taking on Itadori from West Junior High!" A teenager shouts, calling over another.
"Really? Doesn't Takagi-sensei know about Itadori being–" Megumi slowly follows after the two boys, curiosity peaked. He sees a man, likely a teacher, throw an iron ball at a pretty impressive distance.
He sees a boy his age walk towards where the teacher was, wearing cuffed blue jeans and an oversized yellow hoodie that completely swallows him. He was quite short compared to the other males around him and Megumi couldn't tell if he truly was skinny, or if it was just the hoodie making look like he was. Megumi stares at the incredibly long pink hair, intricately styled into a french braid, showing off the black undercut underneath. His gold eyes almost sparkled like glitter in the sunlight and his tan skin was covered in freckles. The boy looked so...
"...pretty..." The black haired teenager quickly flushes pink when he immediately realizes what he just thought about the complete stranger.
"Is Itadori-kun famous or something?" An older female teenager asks one of her classmates a few feet in front of Megumi.
"They're probably tall tales, but I heard he has a black belt in three martial arts and that he once got jumped by six people in a street fight and won," The male whispers to the female classmate, piquing Megumi's interest. He watches with a slightly raised eyebrow as Itadori almost falls from the weight of the iron ball being dropped in his hand.
"But he's so nice..." The female trails off in slight worry.
"Still, he earned the nickname "Dragon of West Junior High"." The female sighs slightly with a small wistful smile.
"I wished it didn't sound so cool," She says softly as Itadori quickly stands back up, seemingly unbothered by the heavy weight now.
"So I can throw this however I want, and you'll stop pestering me to join track and field?" Itadori asks the teacher, slightly shocking Megumi by how high-pitched his voice was from what he assumed it would be.
"Yep." The teacher grins arrogantly. "I won't call any fouls, so throw however you please. Sorry. I wanted to demonstrate how serious I am by intentionally choosing something that isn't your forte–"
"What?" Megumi watches as Itadori easily throws the ball like it was paper. It hits the football* goal post and gets lodged in it.
"Uh, roughly 30 meters," A boy who was measuring calls out lamely.
"Hell yeah, I win!" Itadori cheers by jumping up and down with a sunny grin.
"He is strong like a dragon," The female states, not even shocked by the display of strength.
"That was a pitcher's throw." The crowd quickly disperses when Itadori walks towards the two upperclassmen.
"Itadori-kun, you'd do well on a sports team. You don't have to force yourself to stay in our occult club, y'know," The female states with a smile.
Itadori blinks before giving her a grin and scratches the back of his neck. "My trainer already works me to the bone, so it wouldn't be fun for me. Besides, you two couldn't go to haunted places without me, could you?"
"We're scared because we like it," The female upperclassman defends them with a small flush to her cheeks.
"Anyways, the school requires everyone to be in a club." The pink haired teenager shrugs, brushing a few loose strands of his pink hair out of his face. "I have my reasons for wanting to be home by 5PM. If it's alright with you, I'd like to stay, Sasaki-senpai."
Megumi starts to walk away, pausing to stare at Itadori. Itadori notices him and tilts his head in confusion, obviously not recognizing the tall teenager.
"That guy's incredible. He pulled that off without any cursed energy. I wonder if he's like Zenin-senpai," He thinks to himself as he starts walking again.
"Well, Takagi-sensei, I've got stuff to do. Later! Ah! Sasaki-senpai, Iguchi-senpai, Asai-san knows you're coming by in case I take later than usual!" Megumi turns when he hears rushed footsteps behind him. His mind goes on high alert almost immediately, right as Itadori runs past him.
"The cursed object!"
"Hey, you!" Megumi chases after the pink haired teenager, only to stop on the steps in slight shock at seeing him sprint off campus in a flash.
"He's way too fast!"
"I heard he can run 50 meters in less than two seconds. Pretty crazy, if you ask me." Megumi looks back and stares after the student who just said that with wide eyes.
Yūji hums a small tune to herself as she walks into her grandfather's room. She gently knocks on the open door, not at all bothered by his growl.
"What are you doing here? I told you to go hang out with your friends!" Itadori Wasuke states with a glare towards his granddaughter. Yūji rolls her eyes and sets down her bag, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand.
"My club ended," Yūji says with a vague shrug. She walks over to the vase full of wilted flowers and picks them out.
"I told you to stop buying me flowers too," Wasuke adds, scowling with his arms crossed.
Yūji rolls her eyes again and throws away the old flowers before putting in the new bouquet. "They're for the nurses, Ojīchan."
Wasuke harrumphs and looks away childishly. The pink haired teenager giggles and walks over to his bed, sitting on the edge.
"You're grouchier than usual," Yūji teases. "Did the nurses successfully give you your medicine?"
Wasuke sighs heavily, immediately bringing the atmosphere down. Yūji gently grabs one of his hands, squeezing it worriedly.
"Ojīchan?" Wasuke grabs his granddaughter's hand with both of his. The warmth from his hands doesn't warm the cold dread filling her veins.
"Two weeks after your 16th birthday, there will be a ball. You will officially be named my heir apparent. Chisato will be coordinating it," Wasuke says softly, not looking at Yūji.
"...we already discussed this, Ojīchan! Why the reminder?" Yūji exclaims, keeping the fear out of her voice. The elderly man squeezes her hand and sighs.
"When you die, don't be alone like me. Surround yourself with those that are yours, those that you love," Wasuke says softly.
Yūji feels the back of her throat start to burn. "Ojīchan... you're talking like–like you're going to die."
"You are incredibly kind, my dragon. Fierce, strong, stubborn, and untamable. You will be the strongest dragon of us all, no matter what your parents believed. Protect what is yours from all that endangers them," Wasuke continues on, finally looking at his granddaughter. His only granddaughter.
Yūji feels the tears start to form and takes in a deep breath. She squeezes his hand and nods her head with a small sniff.
"I'll be fine, Ojīchan. I'll make sure... I'll make sure everyone is well taken care of." Yūji takes in another deep breath and doesn't wipe away the tear that falls down her cheek. "Obāchan is waiting for you. She never liked it when you made her wait."
Wasuke chuckles wetly and brings up a hand to wipe away his granddaughter's tear with his thumb. "Too selfless for your own good... I love you, Yūji."
"I love you too, Ojīchan." Yūji watches her grandfather close his eyes, taking one last breath. His hand falls from her cheek and the one still holding her hand goes limp.
Yūji sniffs once, staring at her dead grandfather before slowly standing up. She maneuvers his hands and places them on his chest, one over the other.
She stays there for a moment, tears silently falling before she turns towards the phone. Yūji wipes away her tears and picks it up, calling the nurse.
"Yes, what's the matter?" The nurse asks cheerfully once she picks up the phone. Yūji stays silent for a moment before taking in a deep breath.
"Itadori-sama?!" The nurse exclaims worriedly, finally realizing who was calling.
"Ojīchan is–Ojīchan has passed," The pink haired teenager says softly into the phone.
Yūji signs the last piece of necessary paperwork, avoiding the nurse's pitiful stare. "Here you go."
"Are you sure you're okay, Itadori-sama?" The nurse asks softly with a smile. A stab of anger flares through Yūji's veins at the slightly insensitive question, but she keeps her face passively smiling.
"He's with Obāchan now, probably being scolded to hell and back for making her wait so long. We've prepared for this, but the pain won't go away for a bit," Yūji answers truthfully. She sighs softly and fiddles with the jade dragon ring on her left hand.
"I'll be fine. He'll come back to haunt me and smack me upside the head if he finds out I'm moping around," She adds before laughing quietly. "I don't even want to think what Obāchan will do if she finds out."
Yūji blinks in surprise at a sudden bell in her head before looking to her left. The new teenager from the field stood in the shadow of the hallway.
"Itadori Yūji, right?" The boy asks. "I'm Fushiguro from Jujutsu High. I'd like to have a word with you. Now."
Yūji makes a small noise at the demand, but slowly walks over towards Megumi. She gives him a small glare before pointing her head towards the empty lobby.
"I hope this is important. I have many calls to make around Ojīchan's funeral and other business involving it," Yūji says tiredly, leaning against one of the couches.
"Sorry, but there isn't time. The cursed object you possess is very dangerous. Hand it over to me right now," Megumi demands, making Yūji glare at him.
"What are you talking about? What cursed object?" She asks in an irritated tone. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, calming her anger.
"This." Megumi holds up his phone with a picture of the box Yūji found a couple days ago.
"Yes, I found it. I felt weird around it, but Sasaki-senpai took a liking to it. What do you mean dangerous? It shouldn't have been left in an unlocked box if it was dangerous," The pink haired teenager says with a small shrug.
"We had just recently figured out its location and I was sent to retrieve it. Every year, an average of 10,000 cases of unexplained deaths and missing persons in Japan are usually the result of curses." Yūji silently blinks at the sudden information before sighing. She pushes off the couch and starts walking towards the exit.
"Hey! I'm not–"
"You can explain on the way." Yūji shoves her hands into her hoodie pouch. "Curses are real?"
Megumi blinks once before quickly catching up with her. "Yes. They are created from negative energy. Hate, regret, guilt, fear."
Yūji stops and turns her head. She stares off in space before her expression turns worried.
"How dangerous is it–the cursed object I found?" She asks, turning around fully to face the taller teenager.
"It has the highest rank a cursed object can have, special-grade. Cursed objects can keep cursed spirits away if they're sealed, but when those seals are weakened over time, it becomes bait to those cursed spirits. If a cursed spirit absorbs the object, it will become stronger depending on its grade. The seals on the one you found are weak. Hand it over before people start dying," Megumi explains vaguely. Yūji stares at him for a moment before her eyes widen in fear and realization.
"Oh no," She says before grabbing Megumi's wrist and breaking out into a sprint. Megumi almost falls to the ground at the sudden pull.
"Hey! What are you–"
"We need to hurry! Sasaki-senpai may have already opened it!" Yūji exclaims, quickly avoiding two nurses entering the hospital. "Sorry! Excuse us."
"You gave it away?!" Megumi asks with wide eyes.
Yūji makes a noise of affirmation. "I gave it to her in case I took later than usual to get home, so she and Iguchi-senpai could open it without me."
"You were going to open it in your home?! Are you insane?" The pink haired teenager rolls her eyes before wrapping an arm around Megumi's waist. A small yelp escapes his mouth when Yūji pulls him onto her back.
"Hold on!"
Megumi blinks in shock when the world around him becomes a blur. Yūji, not bothered by the bigger teenager's weight, starts sprinting even faster. He quickly wraps his arms around her chest to keep himself from falling off of her.
"Sasaki-senpai, Iguchi-senpai..." Yūji scowls slightly and stares straight ahead in complete determination. "Hold on for just a bit longer."
Yūji vaults over the large stone wall of her estate, still carrying Fushiguro on her back. She freezes slightly when alarm bells start to pound loudly in her head almost immediately. Her breath leaves her just a bit quicker as she frantically looks around.
"Stay back!" Megumi orders while jumping off of her back. She quickly grips his wrist and bares her teeth up at him, stopping him from running.
"Like hell," She snarls stubbornly before she starts to sprint towards the direction that makes her mental alarm bells ring louder.
"Itadori!" She growls a bit, eyes slitting in her anger and fear before she bares her teeth again. Yūji doesn't say anything, but continues to race towards the increasingly dreadful alarm.
"Yūji-sama!" Asai Chisato exclaims in immense relief, making Yūji slide to a stop.
"Asai-san, is everyone okay? Where is Sasaki-senpai and Iguchi-senpai?" Yūji asks, still gripping Megumi's wrist.
"Sasaki-san and Iguchi-san decided to use on of the buildings on the outskirts of the estate. I haven't seen them, but that building is starting to collapse!" Chisato says shakily, pointing straight towards where the alarm bells just got worse. Yūji nods her head and starts to run again.
"Yūji-sama!"
The pink haired teenager turns and gives the woman a smile. "I'll be fine! Please stay away until I give the all clear."
"Itadori. You won't be able to do anything except get yourself killed!" Megumi states angrily. Yūji rolls her eyes before the partially collapsed building comes into view.
"What... is that?" A large grotesque... thing jumps out of the building, Iguchi partially in his mouth and Sasaki bleeding in a pair of its hands. It was a sickly yellow in color and had two sets of sharp, jagged teeth and six arms. Yūji growls loudly and releases Megumi's wrist before leaping into the air.
"Get your fucking hands off of them!" Her foot slams into the cursed spirit's head, forcing it let go of Sasaki. Yūji quickly grabs her arm before she fell any further and grips the bottom part of the curse's mouth so she herself wouldn't fall.
"Fushiguro-san, catch Sasaki-senpai!" Yūji shouts loudly. Megumi curses loudly and lunges forward when Yūji drops her upperclassmen.
"You can't harm it Itadori!" The black haired teenager shouts back, only to be ignored by Yūji.
"I'm trying to save my senpai!" She growls under her breath and swings herself up. Before the cursed spirit could close its mouth, Yūji uses her feet to keep it open.
It lands on the ground and makes Yūji cry out in pain when her foot slips. Her leg gets slashed open by two of its teeth before she could find her footing again.
"Sorry, Iguchi-senpai..." Yūji forces out of her mouth before pushing the knocked out and heavily bleeding male out of the curse's mouth. He lands with a thud and something rolls out of his hand. It was an absolutely disgusting looking finger, dried and discolored from age.
Megumi's eyes widen and he starts racing towards it. "The cursed object! Itadori–"
Yūji couldn't stop the scream of fear from coming out of her mouth when the curse lunges forward. Her footing is lost again and she slides fully into its mouth, both sets of teeth tearing into her like she was paper.
"If a cursed spirit absorbs the object, it will become stronger..." depending on its grade. Time slows down, terror pounding in her heart.
"Protect what is yours from all that endangers them." Yūji reaches forward when the finger is thrown into the curse's mouth.
It swallows around her legs right as she grabs the finger. "Protect them. Protect him."
Yūji forces the finger into her mouth and swallows it whole.
It was incredibly weird to have an out of body experience. A literal one. It felt similar to dissociation, but completely different at the same time, which–luckily for her–meant it didn't take her too much time to get used to it.
Immediately after she ate that finger, she felt... something force itself into her body. It felt... well, it felt a bit crowded, which was weird. She's never felt this before and it was incredibly hard for her lightheaded brain to comprehend it.
"Ah! I knew it! The light feels best in the flesh!" Her voice, with a darker and definitely deeper tone, shouts loudly to the moon. Her hands–now with black talons that she was almost sure could cut through stone from how sharp they looked–grip at her hoodie.
Yūji watches herself from her own mind–which she will figure out how the hell this was happening later–start to rip her favorite hoodie.
"Hey!" Yūji reaches up and grabs her own face with a growl. "This my favorite hoodie. And this is my body, not yours."
"How are you able to move?" The other person in her body–she'll have to wrap her head around that later too–asks her monotonously.
"You're in my body. You also almost shredded my favorite hoodie, so I'm a bit pissed off," Yūji says with a small annoyed growl. She takes a step back.
"Don't move! You're no longer human," Megumi orders, making the pink haired teenager turn her head while she still gripped her face. He was now crouching in front of her upperclassmen protectively, hands clenched into tight fists and a fierce glare in his eyes.
"Eh?" Yūji releases her face and turns fully towards the black haired teenager. She starts to get tunnel vision and almost feels confused as to why before the jagged teeth of the curse from before enters her mind.
"Right. Blood loss." Yūji blinks slowly and stares at Megumi.
"Under Jujutsu regulations, Itadori Yūji," black shadows start to swirl around him, "I will exorcise you as a curse!"
The pink haired teenager feels her knees buckle and instinctively reaches out to grab the old lamppost next to her. "I'm sorry... could you–could you repeat that? The blood loss is getting to me."
"Blood loss...?" Megumi repeats quietly to himself. Yūji looks down at herself and sees weird tattoo-like markings slowly fade from her skin through the small tears in her hoodie.
"...this is all too much to comprehend in just one night. What?"
"What's the situation?" A new voice startles Yūji out of her increasingly delirious thoughts. The shadows slowly surrounding Megumi disappear as he turns to face an incredibly tall–and handsome–man with white hair, pale skin, and a blindfold over his eyes.
"Gojo-sensei?! Why are you here?" Megumi asks in shock. Yūji narrows her eyes and stares at the man.
"How did you–how did you enter my estate without–" She cuts herself off with a small groan of pain and grips her left thigh tightly. Two deep gashes started from her left ankle and ended right below her bellybutton.
"Hey. I wasn't planning on coming, but ma... re–ghed... up." Yūji feels herself start to lose consciousness and stubbornly forces herself to keep her eyes open.
"–wouldn't shut up with a special-grade cursed object missing. So I stopped by after I did some sightseeing. So, did you find it?" The man's–Gojo–cheery voice brings Yūji back to reality. A slightly blurred reality with how much blood she was still losing.
"Cursed object... Cursed object! The finger!" Yūji feels her cheeks warm slightly as she laughs sheepishly. The two males focus on her.
"Eh... I ate it." The pink haired teenager forces a smile on her face. "Sorry."
The man stares at her for a few moments, thumb hovering over his phone screen. "For real?"
"You ate it?!"
"The curse was about to eat it... and I was already in its mouth. Fushiguro-san vaguely explained that if it absorbed the object, it would become immensely powerful. It was a split second decision. Sorry," Yūji explains softly, her speech slurring slightly. She blinks in surprise when the man walks over. He easily towered over her by almost a foot, even as he leaned incredibly close to her face.
He hums in thought, leaning even closer. Yūji, thoughts too jumbled by the blood loss, didn't move away and simply stares at him with wide, inquisitive eyes.
Gojo laughs incredulously and leans even closer, lips barely brushing Yūji's before she steps back a second too late. "Damn, it really did combine with you. That's hilarious."
"Anything off with your body?" The white haired man stands back up to his full height, seemingly unbothered by the small kiss. Yūji snorts with an eye roll and takes her blood covered hand from her thigh to wave at herself.
"I'm pretty sure me bleeding to death is more than a little bit off. Maybe even a bit worrying," The pink haired teenager starts sarcastically. "But no, nothing particularly."
"Hm. Can you swap out with Sukuna?" Gojo asks, making Yūji stare at him with a blank stare.
"That's the name of the person sharing my body?" Yūji asks for clarification, gripping around the lamppost tightly.
"Yūji-sama? Oh my–Yūji-sama!" Chisato's voice startles the pink haired teenager slightly and leans to the side, spotting her housekeeper running towards them with Yūji's personal maid and the butler.
"Asai-san, I told you to stay away until I gave the all clear!" Yūji states worriedly while Chisato stops in front of her. She yelps in surprise when the older woman forces her to sit down, her maid, Aomoto Teresa, crouching next to her bleeding legs.
"Hiiragi-san, your knife." The young maid holds out her hand while tugging off her jacket. The butler, Hiiragi Sonosuke, places an opened switchblade in her hand before crouching down to lift one of Yūji's legs.
"Guys. It's still dangerous! And–and Sasaki-senpai and Iguchi-senpai need medical attention more than I do right now!" Yūji tries and fails to convince her servants to stop treating her wounds. She groans loudly in pain when Teresa tightly wraps the cut up jacket around her ankle. The pink haired teenager sighs heavily and lifts her hoodie slightly to reveal the gashes below her bellybutton for Chisato to treat.
"I can, but can we do whatever we need to do later? I won't be able to do much with how much blood I've lost," She asks tiredly before groaning in pain when Sonosuke picks her up.
Megumi opens his mouth to protest, but Gojo just pats his shoulder with a laugh. "Sure! I can show Megumi the souvenirs I bought!"
"A-alright." Yūji shakes her head to keep herself conscious. "Asai-san, please prepare some tea for our guests. Oh, and call the ambulance for Sasaki-senpai and Iguchi-senpai. Is Yîn-san awake?"
"Yes. He woke up after we realized this building collapsed," Chisato says with a nod before glancing at Gojo and Megumi warily.
"...who are these... guests?" She asks, glaring heavily up at the tall man. Yūji smiles softly at the protectiveness before blushing slightly when she realizes she didn't really catch the older man's name.
"Gojo Satoru! This is my student, Fushiguro Megumi!" Satoru states brightly, clapping a hand on Megumi's back. He makes a small noise and glares up at his teacher with a tired expression before stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"Well Gojo-san, because you trespassed on private property, could you help bring Sasaki-san and Iguchi-san inside?" Chisato asks with a small frown.
"Asai-san!" Yūji sighs heavily and gives her housekeeper a look. "They're guests!"
"How are you able to stop me from taking over your body?" Yūji blinks awake at the deep male voice that echoed around her. Her mind freezes for a moment at the unfamiliar place she woke up in.
"Where–what?" Yūji looks around with wide eyes. She sits up quickly–ignoring how the floor may most likely be blood–and stares up at the tall man in front of her. He was tall–taller than Gojo-san–and would easily dwarf the strongest of men if Yūji were to look them up. He had four arms and four eyes with black tattoo-like markings all over his body, but Yūji had a fleeting thought that the man looked incredibly similar to her–except for the fucking massive size, the extra pair of arms, extra pair of eyes, and the fact that he wasn't fucking human. Holy shit, he's pretty hot too. Is that a mouth on his stomach?!
The man had slicked back, short pink hair instead of two-toned, long hair like her and glowing red eyes instead of gold. The pink haired teenager, despite all the extra body parts, momentarily thought that he was pretty handsome.
Yūji blinks again, brain desperately trying to catch up and comprehend all that has been happening this entire day. "...hi?"
"Answer my question, brat," The man–wait isn't he a curse?–demands with a scowl, a small flicker of amusement flashing in his eyes. Yūji stares up at him before looking around again.
"Well it is my body, and you almost ruined my favorite hoodie. No one ruins what's mine except for me. Where are we?" She says, giving the man a small glare before going back to checking out the area around her.
"You're just a weak human, you don't get to ask me questions," The curse growls. Yūji rolls her eyes and starts walking around.
"I wouldn't be able to stop you from taking over my body if I was weak." She turns back around and stuffs her hands into her hoodie. "What's your name?"
"Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses," Sukuna puffs out his chest, making the pink haired teenager stare at him while she scrunches her nose lightly.
"King of Curses? What the hell have I gotten myself into..." Yūji sighs heavily and rubs her forehead. She rolls her neck and rubs the back of it as she leans her head back.
"I'm asleep right? Can we talk later, after I've dealt with some things?" The pink haired teenager bounces on the balls of her feet, staring up at the curse expectantly.
"Excuse me?! I am allowing you in my presence and you're–"
Yūji rolls her eyes and waves goodbye when she feels herself start to wake up. "Bye-bye! See you later."
Yūji groans loudly and slowly sits up from where she was laying. She looks around and quickly figures out where she was. She could never forget the room she disliked the most. The western styled living room.
"You little bitch!" Yūji winces at the loud exclamation from Sukuna.
"Ah, you're awake!" The unfamiliar voice makes Yūji squeak in fear, jumping back while she turns. She squeals loudly when she falls off the couch, legs tangled in a blanket and arms flailing.
Yūji cranes her head up from the ground and sees Satoru sitting at the end of the couch with Megumi. "Oh, hi."
"I am the King of Curses. Don't you dare ignore me!" Yūji continues to ignore the curse without hesitation.
The pink haired teenager sits up from the ground and rubs the back of her head with flushed ears. She untangles her legs from the blanket and sits crosslegged on the ground.
"How long was I out?" Yūji asks curiously, glancing around the living room.
"Four hours."
"Not that long! You ready to switch control to Sukuna?" Satoru asks at the same time as Megumi answers. Yūji blinks up at him before sighing heavily.
"I'd rather not. This is still my estate, Gojo-san." The pink haired teenager stands up and starts walking towards the sliding door that lead to the outside. "Are you coming? I'll give him five seconds. I'm ignoring Sukuna right now, so he's throwing a tantrum, and I don't want him to hurt you."
"TANTRUM?! I'm going to fucking kill you!" Yūji winces heavily at the screech in her mind and rubs her temples, immediately feeling the migraine.
She enters the small courtyard that the main building wraps around and gives the entire section a once over. It was a new addition to the estate. Her grandfather had the entire section renovated to be a courtyard for her, because she wanted a garden. It was still a work in progress, but Yūji couldn't help but purr in pride sometimes when she sees how well it was all coming along. None of the flowers or trees have been planted yet, but the scenery she sometimes imagines is beautiful.
"...he called himself the King of Curses," Yūji stops near the middle of the small courtyard, "but he's acting like a toddler. Are all curses like that?"
"Toddler?! I am going to make you suffer."
Satoru laughs and claps his hands once before he starts to stretch. "You don't look like the person to go insulting others."
Yūji giggles with a shrug, rubbing the back of her neck. Her cheeks flush a faint pink and she averts her gaze.
"Eh... I'm being a bit petty. He almost ruined my favorite hoodie, and he tried taking over my body, so..." She trails off with an embarrassed shrug, not denying the fact that she was insulting the King of Curses.
"Give him ten seconds. He won't hurt me," Satoru says, making Yūji bite her bottom lip. She hesitantly nods her head in agreement before closing her eyes.
"If you're sure..."
"I don't give a flying hell if you're the King of Curses, Sukuna. If you want me to be respectful, you need to earn my respect," Yūji mentally tells the curse before giving him control.
...if she comes back and her garden is ruined, Yūji is going to be so livid.
Satoru didn't expect this. It wasn't an unwelcome change of events, it was honestly a relief. He was getting quite bored. But he still didn't expect this. He didn't expect Itadori Yūji. Yūji was an anomaly and Satoru didn't even know him.
Just from looks alone, Satoru found him incredibly interesting. Yūji was beautiful. With long, cherry pink hair with a black undercut, glittering gold eyes–almost as beautiful as his own–and perfectly tanned skin covered in freckles. He was small–no, he was petite, and Satoru could faintly see the outline of a strong body through the oversized hoodie Yūji wore. He was cute and even looked feminine. Satoru, for a brief moment, imagined what Yūji would look like in a cute skirt or dress.
When Satoru witnessed Yūji leaping into the air and forcing himself into the curse's mouth to save his two upperclassmen, he almost cackled aloud. Yūji was crazy. He didn't know how crazy he was, but he was more than willing to wait and find out.
"You're sorcerers, yes?" The stern voice of Chisato makes Satoru turn his head. The woman–even older than Utahime–stood at the doorway with her arms crossed. Megumi stares at his teacher with an annoyed expectance, not knowing what to say to the normal human.
"Yep! I'm sure you've heard of me," Satoru states easily, making Chisato roll her eyes.
"The strongest jujutsu sorcerer who has a god complex and a sweet tooth." The woman glances behind him. "Yes, I know who you are."
Satoru senses the sudden shift behind him and swiftly dodges the attack, easily maneuvering Sukuna so he could sit on top of him while still facing Chisato.
"That's a bit harsh, maid!" Satoru says with a pout. Chisato rolls her eyes and points at Sukuna.
"I am Yūji-sama's housekeeper, not a maid. Asai Chisato," She corrects the man while gently grabbing the back of Megumi's shirt and pulling him back to avoid debris. Satoru twirls around when Sukuna tries to attack him. Sukuna growls loudly and glances back with his four eyes.
He leans against his back with a chuckle. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to show off a bit!"
Satoru dodges another claw towards his face before punching the curse back. The ground shatters under the pressure and Sukuna lands in the center of the courtyard, destroying the land.
"Not the centerpiece... Yūji-sama is going to be so upset," Chisato sighs to herself, wincing heavily at the destroyed area. Satoru uses Limitless to hold up multiple pieces of the ground.
"Eight. Nine. Ten. Time's up!" Satoru exclaims cheerfully. Sukuna takes a step forward before making a small noise. He growls heavily and hangs his head, eyes closing. Yūji picks up his head and blinks once with wide eyes.
"...my garden," Yūji states, glancing around his partially ruined courtyard. An angry growl leaves his chest and he turns around.
"You do have control over Sukuna! I'm shocked," Satoru exclaims in surprise and intrigue, the few pieces of rubble he held up dropping from the air. Yūji growls again and places his hands on his hips.
"This is where the wisteria tree and the white stargazer lilies were going to be planted," He states, scowling heavily that the centerpiece of his garden was obliterated. Chisato sighs in slight exasperation, a small smile on her face.
"I'll have it fixed in no time. Did the curse tear your stitches?" Chisato asks, making Yūji frown slightly as he turns back around.
"No. He's giving me a migraine from his tantrum though. I did leave his oh, so glorious presence without asking permission to leave," Yūji says sarcastically while tapping his head. Satoru smiles as he starts to walk over.
"It's a miracle that's all he's doing ya know!" The white haired man says before Chisato stops him.
"Yūji-sama, I know it's late, but we need to get everything in order before the funeral tomorrow," She says softly. Yūji blinks once before laughing quietly, shoving his hands into his hoodie.
"The reading of the will is tomorrow too, right?" The pink haired teenager asks, making Chisato sigh in irritation.
"Yes, unfortunately. The news will be all over Japan by noon. Myung-san has scheduled his cremation to be in the morning and your meeting with the lawyers during the two hour wait. She has the full schedule planned out, but informed me that the phone calls and paperwork must be completed as soon as possible," The housekeeper states, still gripping Satoru's arm. She knew what he was going to do.
"Interesting."
Yūji hums with a nod and focuses back on Satoru and Megumi. "I have a feeling we have a lot to discuss. Are you able to talk now as I work? I'm sure there's a lot more to me being able to control Sukuna than what's been said."
"I should knock you out and take you with me. The higher-ups will want to execute you immediately." Satoru scratches his head while tilting it. "They've been spamming my phone too..."
"I think an immediate execution is something we need to discuss, yes?" The pink haired teenager points out while he walks back into the living room.
"Would you like any more tea, or maybe some food?" Yūji asks curiously. Satoru smiles brightly with a hum.
"Sure! Megumi?" Satoru turns towards his student with a small head tilt. Megumi glances off to the side with a small blush when his stomach growls loudly.
"...whatever..."
"Asai-san, is Haruki-san awake?" Yūji asks brightly. Chisato nods her head and follows after the teenager.
"Yes. Almost everyone had woke up when the building had collapsed. Haruki-san was pacing with worry when you were brought back, bleeding and passed out." Chisato closes the door behind Satoru and Megumi once they walk inside. "I'll have him start cooking a late dinner for you and your guests. Where should it be brought?"
"The traditional living room please. Oh, and bring some migraine medication as well," Yūji says while he turns his head.
"Of course, Yūji-sama." Chisato gives a small bow before leaving. Yūji stretches one of his arms and starts to walk out of the living room.
"Any food allergies, Gojo-san, Fushiguro-san?" Yūji turns towards his two guests.
Satoru smiles brightly, in complete amusement and shakes his head. "Nope!"
This boy was incredibly interesting. And incredibly crazy.
Hey! Hope you like the new story. So, a really fucking long ass chapter. Whoops.
I had binge watched JJK and now I'm reading the manga, so obviously I had to start writing fanfiction about it. This is not going to follow canon, at all.
This entire story is revolved around Old Money!Itadori, which I have been given permission to use the headcanon/idea. I was inspired by "at world end's bakery" by emochill on AO3. Their story is ongoing and is so amazing, I hope you all will go and read it.
This story will be cross-posted on Wattpad, , and AO3. All under the same name, WhovianWhoudini.
*Extra information*
*(1): For my fellow Americans, Japan calls soccer football. So the football goal post is the soccer goal post.
I hope you all enjoy the story! Bye.
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