Holding his trinkets Gojo withholds the instinct to destroy the curse before him. He takes a subtle deep breath as he analyzes the situation before him. Sukuna is sitting in his house having a cordial conversation with his husband.

And he is using his blanket.

He turns to the person who's starting to become one of his precious people, "sparkie sparks,"

"Why are you having tea with the enemy? And why is he using my blanket!" He whines while relaxing into a stance that can go defensive in a split second.

Kenji blinks at him like a kitten.

"Uhm, because it's polite," Kenji says, tilting his head, not at all innocent and all smart-ass-like. If it was any other situation he'd be proud of the spunk. Satoru turns to the unrepentant curse, who is simply watching them with a lazy, amused expression.

Pointing his finger, "And, you."

Sukuna's four eyes narrowed into slits for a second, "And me what?" The curse sneers mocking as he licks off his grubby fingers, which are coated in his favorite dessert.

Spinning to look at them both in betrayal, "Who the hell do you think you are eating my precious Mochi!"

He does not stomp his feet like a child. He also Ignores Kenji's snickering in favor of keeping his attention on the threat, watching Sukuna peer down at the sticky goodness.

"Oh, these are your favorites?" He asks, and the fucker wearing his student's face doesn't wait for a response before taking the plate and proceeding to stuff all of the content into his mouth, going as far as to produce extra mouths to speed up the process.

He opens and closes his mouth, not sure whether to be impressed or not, "what the fuck."

'Seriously'

Kenji whistles, "My guy, you just said they were disgusting."

Sukuna pauses looking up, a fleck of mochi decorating the corner of his lip, shrugging he says, "I changed my mind."

"Sure," Kenji sings only to cry out in surprise as a pastry is beamed at his forehead.

"Ouch!"

Gojo doesn't know how to handle this, usually he's the one who causes aneurysms.

"Can you explain what is going on?" He asks about slumping beside Kenji, the lack of malicious intent is what sets him off, it's worse than if Sukuna was bloodthirsty.

Calm means unpredictable.

Kenji reaches and cradles his hand, to which Gojo responds by weaving their fingers and holding it to his lap giving Sukuna a smug look as Sukuna scoffs at their antics.

"We were genuinely just talking," Kenji says, peering up at him, pulling out the big guns all wide-eyed and innocent.

Kenji's voice comes out earnestly, "I didn't want to worry you over it."

"Over what?" He asks, almost dreading the answer.

"We made a deal." Kenji gets out before he stops him and turns to look at Sukuna with a glare. "you tricked him into a binding vow?" He grounds out.

Sukuna scoffs leaning back into the couch, "tricked him?"

He wipes his mouth with a humorless laugh, "The fucking brat tricked me."

Kenji squawks beside him, "I didn't trick you!"

At the deadly look from Sukuna Kenji huffs crossing his arms, looking away embarrassed, "I just omitted the fact that I can't do it at this current time."

Satoru rubs his forehead and closes his eyes behind his glasses, "what did you promise him."

Kenji seems to notice his tone because he shifts, "I um, I-"

Sukuna interrupted gleefully, "He promised me a body in exchange for his protection against my wrath."

Satoru blinks.

"you what?" He asks calmly, absently releasing Kenji's hand, mentally wincing at the panic and hurt that flashes through the other's eyes as he does so. Kenji looks down at his lap drawing in his hands, Gojo can tell that Sukuna is enjoying the show, " I promised that I'd try to give him a new body, in return for not being able to personally raise a hand against me."

Gojo gives the amused curse a side eye while saying calmly, "And you don't think there are other ways he can bypass the vow?"

Kenji nods, not looking up at him, "I know that, but I figured as long as he can't do it himself then I would have more of a chance if it came to it."

"He doesn't appreciate being spoken about as if I'm not here," Sukuna chimes in and Satoru has to withhold the urge to stick his tongue out.

Sukuna looks between them with a malicious grin, "Has the brat told you of his unique situation?"

Knowing what the other is trying to do he hooks his arm around Kenji pulling the smaller man into his chest not relaxing his hold until he feels Kenji drop the tension in his body. "I found him in the middle of dimension hopping, kinda hard to pretend to be otherwise." He says resting his chin on top of Kenji's head and staring at Sukuna challengingly.

Kenji squirms in his arms but Satoru can tell he enjoys it by the way his energy sings with embarrassment.

Kenji pulls away after a second coughing, and not looking at both of them, "You both know the whole situation."

Satoru looks up towards the ceiling before turning to look at Sukuna, "And why shouldn't I just kill you now? I mean it's clear you are a risk with this new development"

Sukuna merely grins, "Because you won't kill your precious student, and you know that killing him won't get rid of me completely."

"And what about the fact that you can control Yuji?"

Sukuna merely looks at him like he's dense, "The only reason I can control the brat's body is because of how deeply he is sleeping."

Satoru looks confused, but fortunately, Kenji saves him by asking, "You mean he feels that safe around me?"

Satoru looks between them, "huh?"

Kenji turns to him, and like a saint explains, "Some people who have a hard time sleeping after traumatic events or just not feeling safe will unconsciously sleep around those that make them feel safe, and." Kenji pauses looking back at Yuji's face stealer.

"So this isn't a regular occurrence?" Is all he cares about, still not understanding.

Though he does sleep better when he has Kenji tucked against him, so maybe that's it.

Kenji stands up with a huff, "can we get to the real issue here? There is a group of curses planning a stupid game out of racism and we should figure out how to stop this."

"A game?" Satoru asks, this is the first time he's heard about this.

Kenji gives him a heavy look as he wrings his hands like he doesn't want to say what he is about to say.

"Just say it." He says.

Kenji takes a deep breath before speaking, "The person behind all this is named Kenjaku, and he can transfer his consciousness into another's body by replacing their brain with his."

He looks at him with wet eyes. "And when you didn't destroy Geto's body he took the opportunity to change."

Gojo stares.

"What."

Kenji gives him a sympathetic look, going to reach up but decides not to, which Satoru is thankful for as he doesn't want to accidentally hurt him at the moment. "I know it's hard to believe, but I swear it's the truth and I just want you to be prepared before..." He stops and gives a self-deprecating shrug.

"Geto is." He shakes his head.

Feeling sick thinking about it he backs away, "You mean to tell me someone is…" he stops and grabs his wallet ignoring Kenji as he teleports away.

Later when he calms down he'll feel guilty for leaving Kenji alone with Sukuna but right now he needs a moment alone.


Sukuna gives the forlorn young man in front of him a dramatic eye roll as picks up an orange and flexes his fingers around it, causing it to split into sections as the peel falls onto the plate. He hums in approval as the citrusy taste melts in his mouth, it's not as good as human flesh, but it's adequate.

He keeps silent as the other slumps onto the couch across from him with a frustrated grunt.

Plopping another slice in his mouth he munches, enjoying the ability to just breathe and move around. The brat must trust these two to have succumbed to his desire to sleep.

The fool had deprived himself of sleep out of fear of Sukuna taking over, ironically only helping the curse to do so by his actions. It's not like Sukuna is gonna soothe the brat's mind when it's the only entertainment he gets around here.

"What do you want?" He muses out loud.

"Huh-"

"What did you say, sorry?" The brat says looking at him as if he forgot he was there, and Sukuna doesn't know whether to be impressed or annoyed at the disregard.

He leans forward, now that the six-eyed freak isn't here to make things so loud, "What is it you want? Do you have no ties to this world? You are an enigma? You have the potential to rewrite the fabric of society, yet you are just playing house and sipping tea?"

The young one before him seems to blink in shock, "how do you know?"

Sukuna scoffs around his final slice of fruit while wiping his hand on Yuji's pants and says, "I have my ways."

Kenji huffs, "Can you not be cryptic?"

"We are on the same team." He says and that causes Sukuna to raise his brow, this brat.

"And what makes you so presumptuous?"

The other flushes under his stare and Sukuna doesn't want to analyze the fondness that creeps in as the other struggles to come up with something.

It's been a while since he's interacted with someone who doesn't have a sense of self-preservation or just doesn't care for the reputation he has.

Even Yorozu had a healthy fear of him despite her obsession.

"I- just." Kenji starts flustering.

Sukuna is too entertained to interfere.

Kenji takes a calming breath, "I just meant that I don't have a reason to want you executed and know that at least until you get your own body we have a common goal. I was hoping to use this as a way to demonstrate that you can work with curses and I thought…" he pauses unsure.

Sukuna taps his fingers against his knee, "you thought?"

Kenji looks up into his eyes "I thought it wouldn't hurt to see if you wanted to make that title of king more than just a name."


A/n:

Sorry if this chapter isn't the best, I've been really sick the last week and my heads been full of medication.

Sorry for the shorter chapter, I like to have 2k min.

hope you enjoyed.

Next time: the infamous heart ripping scene