The Weight of Our World

Heavy Thoughts

From the moment Itadori Yuji ate that damn finger, his life has been a mess. It was like whiplash. One day he was just trying to stay in the occult club and take care of his grandfather, the next he was being informed that his execution was suspended and the he was housing the King of Curses in his body. Gojo was understanding, even patient, regarding his fumbling and bumbling with his newfound abilities. It was like watching a baby figure out how to walk.

Not that it mattered all too much. Yuji was privy to a unique factor: as a curse, if he concentrated hard enough, he found that he could touch curses. Sukuna mocked him for his ineptitude as he slowly put together the pieces in figuring out how it worked, but overall he was making steady progress. Then again, Gojo seemed to lean towards fawning and coddling with his students.

Then Sukuna had enough of Yuji blindly crushing and beating curses senseless,"Kid, you have no finesse and are an absolute disgrace as a vessel. Aim your hand at it and pay attention or else."

Yuji followed his instructions and was startled by a blast of invisible curse energy. It scattered on impact with the curse, and he just continues watching in fascination as it splits in half. The wall behind it was cut, too, but the stone absorbed most of the damage and so he made note of that. There were things even Sukuna couldn't cut in this form.

"Of course not!"he yelled, face on his cheek. Yuji forgot how connected they were, body and mind,"It's like ripping the teeth out of a lion and being surprised they can't bite through your arm, brat. Or would you rather me, in my full glory? Pick one or the other, idiot."

"You're awfully rude,"Yuji said, slapping a hand over his face,"There's a reason I didn't say it out loud."

"Might as well have. Your thoughts echo in my domain,"Sukuna said, slinking back into his head,"You'll get the chance to see what I'm talking about once I make this body mine."

"As if,"Yuji said, walking back downstairs.

Everyone was waiting for him since he took the time to listen to and argue with Sukuna. It was difficult for him not to. He was used to backhanded compliments and half-hearted insults from his grandfather. Ignoring Sukuna felt like he would be ignoring his grandfather in a way. It wasn't so unpleasant that he couldn't but it was enough to compel him to answer anyway.

The voice in the back of his head was a boom this time,"You should answer out of respect!"

He muttered under his breath,"Respect for my grandpa."

"Are you arguing with Sukuna?"Gojo asked, words slightly slurred from the giant piece of candy he had crammed in his mouth.

He thought about it. Was he? Did this qualify as an argument? It was more like a petty squabble. A tide of emotion rolled down his spine courtesy of the petty curse in question. He wanted to strangle Yuji but, again, it wasn't an overwhelming urge to kill. Just annoyance he'd put on par with a few of his former classmates,"No. He's just... chatty."

"Over one thousand years old and chatty. If I didn't know any better, I'd guess he's glad for his current predicament,"the white haired sorcerer teased.

A face popped up on his cheek, facing said sorcerer,"In your dreams. Once I'm out, you're the first one I'm killing."

None of them quite knew what it was at first. He was blindfolded with candy in his mouth, bag full of sweets in his hand, having a good time. There wasn't even a shift in facial muscles. Regardless of such, Yuji's blood ran cold,"Try me."

Sukuna's face disappeared and Gojo was back to being some sugar-driven oddball again. He reached in his bag, uncovered a sucker, and shoved it into Yuji's mouth,"Take that as an apology, it won't happen again though. Next time, you'll just have to deal with it."