Kenji knows he shouldn't do this, especially with how unpredictable Sukuna can be but Kenji has seen that Sukuna will keep his word if he gives it. And if he can convince the others to at least think of another way than simply chaos and destruction to rule over the whole world then maybe he can avoid most of the horrors that will happen.
Gojo had an emergency he had to deal with and Yuuji is still asleep in the medical bay.
He releases his ability and lets his senses take note and monitor for anyone approaching hearing range, and steps inside the small area with about three cots, Ieiri's work area, while the larger general one is on the main floor below.
Running his hands across the fabric of Yuuji's new uniform he absently intertwines the clothing with his ability weaving a few into the collar, satisfied he makes his way fully into the room. He allows a fond smile to break across his face as he takes in the slumbering form of Yuuji. It's easy to forget how young these kids are when you watch them on a screen in an animated fashion.
He lays the clothing on the bedside table, peering down at the innocent boy who has such a burden on him, "So young," he whispers.
Taking a deep breath he says, "Ryomen Sukuna if you can hear me, would you be willing to entertain a conversation with a simple being like me?" He tries to keep his heart from beating out of his chest as he waits for a response. Kenji's not naive enough to ever think this being of power could ever be good, but there must be something the other wants besides pure destruction, at least he hopes.
"Now we both know you're anything but simple," the purred voice of Sukuna causes pressure in the room to increase as the situation becomes real.
Gulping he elaborates, "I suppose that is true, I merely meant that my existence doesn't measure up to the sheer number of lives you've lived. I didn't mean to imply that I am ordinary." He finally catches where Sukuna is talking from and sees the mouth formed on the back of Yuuji's hand.
"My, my, such nerves you have, am I truly that frightening," Sukuna says in a mocking tone.
Kenji shakes his head, "I'm not scared of you," he says and means it, "i mean, I'm afraid of what you're capable of,"
"Isn't that the same thing, maggot?" Sukuna says, and Kenji simply shrugs sitting down on the chair, he trusts Gojo's ability to keep Yuuji asleep, so he doesn't worry about his volume too much.
"I mean, I'm not saying I don't know that you could kill me a thousand ways and I just don't see how me being scared would change the fact if you do decide to kill me." He says and honestly doesn't really know what he's trying to say either.
"So you're either an imbecile or you just have no self-preservation. I don't know who you are to think you know me, little boy," and Kenji feels ashamed of how much that affects him, hopefully, the king of curses can't tell.
Raising his hands, he says "Sorry, I don't mean to sound like I'm assuming, I just wanted to say Hi." He ends up feeling stupid after finishing his sentence.
"You wanted to say Hi?" Sukuna deadpans the single eye narrowed in suspicion.
He shrugs saying "Would you believe me if I said I was a fan?"
He feels embarrassed having to admit it, but maybe playing this card might help, and he doesn't even have to fake it.
"No,"
Kenji wilts.
He shifts, "I do mean it," he murmurs, "ever since I heard of you I've been fascinated by your story."
Feeling awkward as the silence prevails he blurts, "I know about the culling games." He feels like an idiot but can't take it back.
He can feel the irritation coming off of Sukuna, "how? You'll tell me or I'll end you." The curse growls and Kenji thanks the universe that Sukuna can just simply control Yuuji's body at the moment.
"It's a long and hard story to believe, and I'll only tell you if you agree to make a vow?"
Sukuna sneers, "a vow? And why exactly should I entertain you?"
"Nothing major, just that you'll agree to never intentionally physically or mentally harm me and three other people, unless it's to defend yourself.
"You think you could lay a hand on me, you-" Sukuna's words are cut off as an array of lights flashed across the room starting to disintegrate the matter of the table at the atomic level.
Kenji picks at his nails, "I'll never say I could win, but I do think I could hold my own."
"And what do I get out of this?"
Kenji allows a true smile to appear.
"How about a brand new body without going through Kenjaku?"
"How do you know about that?" Sukuna snarls
Here Kenji simply raises his hand waving his words away, "ah, I am not revealing anything else until I get a guarantee."
He grins when he hears the next words coming out of Sukuna's mouth, "I'll agree to this, but the deal only applies for you I'm not a fucking charity."
"Audacious fucking brats," he barely catches the latest part
it went just as he planned, Kenji knew the man would never agree to a nonviolent vow for a group of people, so he made it seem like giving Kenji the privilege of not having to worry about being harmed was Sukuna's idea.
He keeps that to himself of course, bowing slightly in gratitude, Sukuna earned his title of King after all.
He feels a thrill of anticipation of what's to come as the vow pulses throughout the room, "So, first off I should start from the beginning…."
Maki glares at Panda as he bops her on the head, "Don't sleep on our new sensei's first day." She sighs sitting up while rubbing her eyes, quietly mumbling about the unnecessariness of all of this.
"Salmon," is all Toge says and she glowers at his sass.
"Don't you fucking start too," she growls preparing to get up and throw her closest weapon, fortunately for the cursed speech user the door opens, and their teacher steps in.
Maki sits back in her seat while absently assessing their new dance teacher.
The first thing she notices is the lack of anything that gives off a threat, or any kind of warning that would signify that he's a sorcerer. He carries himself like someone who's not faced life looking over his shoulder waiting for the other shoe to drop.
The second thing she notices is how kind his smile looks when he greets them after setting his area up. She wonders why they are in a regular classroom if they are going to learn dance.
"Uh, hello, I'm Kenji, feel free to call me that instead of Gojo. It's honestly still startling to hear myself being addressed by that name." Sensei says, rocking on his heels awkwardly.
"Why don't you guys go around and introduce yourself, doesn't have to be anything too personal, it can be just something you would like, like a color or type of weapon." At that, he looks at her with a wink and she kinda fears just what Gojo said about them.
"Why don't you start, Panda is it?" Sensei speaks to Panda like a person with no questions or strange glances. She supposes Yaga must have forewarned him, or being married to Gojo desensitized him from the strangeness of their world.
Panda shifts feeling restless under the compassionate eyes of their teacher, "I'm panda and I like going on missions and protecting my friends!" He starts unsure but pumps up at the end.
Their sensei nods while reaching for some papers, telling Panda "That's the kind of thing I like to hear, we could do well with more beings like you." He says, giving the suddenly shy panda a bright grin.
He turns to their resident mute, "Now I know you can't speak for obvious reasons, excuse me if I'm too forward, but I was wondering if you happen to know JSL?" Maki blinks at that, while Toge slowly shakes his head.
"Tofu,"
Their sensei tsk'd setting aside the papers, "That won't do," he says walking towards his desk and reaching for his phone, he pauses and looks over towards them.
"Sorry for the curveball. I was going to go through our lesson plan, but now I can't simply let this go. Inumaki-kun," their sensei calls Toge's name making sure he has his attention before continuing sofly, "If you are uncomfortable with this nod your head, but I will be willing to hold off on my lessons in favor of teaching you how to use sign language, I'll be honest and say I'll have to learn with you, actually now that I'm thinking of it, why don't we make it a course, speaking silently would be beneficial for missions anyway. "
Their sensei coughs, "Sorry, got carried away there, so what do you say, he says his phone dangling in his hand waiting on their cursed speaker's answer.
"You can do that just like that?" Maki asks in disbelief.
Kenji shrugs, "I mean why not? The only thing I was going to do was teach you how to incorporate dance agility into your fighting, that can wait in favor of making sure Inumaki can talk to us like anybody else."
She huffs," No I mean how are you going to change the whole curriculum?" Doesn't he have to go through the principal?
Their sensei simply grins, "Like this," he says pressing the call on his phone and setting it on speaker.
Surprisingly it only takes two rings before the line picks up and she feels her eyes pop as Gojo coos through the speaker.
"Well isn't this delightful, I am kinda busy my dear, but I'll always answer for you." She feels like gagging.
"Whatcha want?"
"Oh, nothing sweetie just wondering why we have a mute student who doesn't know Japanese Sign Language? I mean for an elite school the curriculum is kinda shit." Their Sensei says, and they can practically hear Gojo faceplant.
"You know, I never thought of that," Gojo says like a little kid who discovered something new.
Their sensei takes a calming breath, "can you get me anyone who knows how to teach it and is trustworthy, and since you caused this mess you will tell Yaga about it,"
"Eh!" They hear over the line.
"How did I cause this!?" Maki has to withhold a yelp of surprise as Gojo screams after appearing before them. She'll never get used to his teleportation.
Kenji is also startled with a hand to his heart, "Jeezus,"
He straightens and raises a brow, "I thought you were the great Gojo Satoru who knows everything," their new sensei teases their other sensei and Maki feels a little bit of vindictive satisfaction at seeing the all-powerful Gojo pout like a kicked puppy.
"You're so mean! For that, I'm making you ask Yaga yourself!" Gojo says and then snatches Kenji and pops out of existence.
"I didn't even get to say what I liked," Maki says to kill the silence.
"Onigiri."
Nobara scowls as she walks past another city folk who doesn't understand the concept of true beauty. So what if her skin isn't pale, or if she has freckles from working days in the sun? She has an awesome fucking technique and a badass hairdo to go with it.
Who cares what some no-name loser thinks?
"Excuse me, would you happen to be Kugisaki-san?" She turns towards the voice and feels her eyes widen at the sheer beauty of the man before her.
Could this be it? Is she finally getting asked for a model career?
"Yes! That's me! I knew someone had to have good taste around here." She says feeling giddy, first, she gets accepted into Jujutsu High, and now she is gonna be a model.
The pretty boy who must have connections in modeling furrows his brows in confusion, "I'm sorry?" He asks.
She simply cocks her hip, "you know, you must be a model with that look," she says to the fancy outfit he is wearing, a white jumpsuit of sorts with Sakura petals decorating the wrists and ankles of the outfit, "and you see a beautiful woman like me and thought "I'll set her up with my agency' right?"
The guy looks a little embarrassed, "oh, we'll actually-"
A strange man in a blindfold twirls the beautiful man and shouts obnoxiously, "Sparkle it seems you found our stray! Want a cookie?" She watches as he produces a giant chocolate chip cookie from out of nowhere.
"Uh," she says feeling confused.
She looks to her left as two teen boys stop beside her and the black-haired one says, "Yeah I'd say you'll get used to it but…" and ends with a helpless shrug.
"Man, they're so weird!" She feels her eyes twitch at the audacity of the pink-haired one to say that as he's decked out in stupid festival shit.
The black-haired boy scoffs, "You're one to talk."
"So…he's not a model?" She says forlornly.
"Who's a model? Me why I could be but my body is only for my husband's eyes to see." The tall stranger says popping out of nowhere with the not-model man tucked into his side.
"Satoru," the pretty boy says squirming and she feels her hands twitch.
"You mean That," she waves her hand to Gojo, feeling her nose scrunch up in disdain, "is married to him!" Not wanting to believe such a beautiful person would succumb to such a weirdo.
"Hey! I know he's not much but-" Gojo starts.
She scoffs, "I was talking about you."
And he wilts, "Ooh, well that's mean," he says sulking.
"You'll live." She says with a sniff.
Looking towards the pretty man she extends her hand, "What moisturizer do you use, and call me Nobara."
The older man blinks then smiles, "Kenji, and I am afraid I don't know the name, Satoru likes to put our stuff in fancy things so I don't know what he actually gives me."
a/n:
Okay I understand if the deal with Sukuna seems quick, but I would like to think that Sukuna is intrigued enough to entertain this whole thing and besides Sukuna knows plenty of ways to cause pain without even hurting the other person, if he chooses to.
How do you feel about a Gojo, Sukuna sandwich with a side of Kenji? forewarning if it fits my story I'll do it regardless, (for those who don't want it)
Also How did you like Kenji interactions with the other cast, I actually involved the rest this time haha.
And I think Nobara mistaking Kenji for a model is hilarious personally.