The Weight of Our World

Heavy Words

Yuji made a deal with the devil. Or, well, devils, honestly. Sukuna stole his weekend nights after he entered into a deal that had him travelling out into the middle of the woods, receiving several hours of instruction from an ancient curse in the moonlight. Gojo stole his weekend mornings, doing all the same in a more painful, hands on way that involved him getting occasionally thrown. Never, ever did either actually place him in the path of danger, but, rather, they ended up being the danger. Come Monday missions, Fushiguro and Nobara were on his ass about how tired he was and Gojo didn't seem to have caught on to exactly why he was so tired, accepting that it was likely his fault. It was calming to Sukuna as far as he could tell, the King of Curses absolutely hating the man's damn near omnipotence and baffling deductive reasoning.

"There's no way he's human,"Sukuna said as they were practicing underneath the moonlight. Yuji didn't say anything, their strange bond not necessarily at the level where he could read the curse's mind, but he could definitely feel the levels of discomfort or rage. Even ecstasy should a fight drag on a little longer than needed. Right now, however, the level of discomfort was extremely mild. Sukuna just wanted to complain,"What kind of human does any of that? Can do any of that?"

"Gojo, apparently,"Yuji said, absent mindedly using Sukuna's weird brand of cursed technique to slash into a thick tree trunk he'd been working on for a while. He had to fine tune it, find out what cuts the fastest and the finest, wasting as little energy and effort and possible. For now, however, he felt like a newborn snake just pushing out as much venom as he could.

Sukuna was mulling the man and his antics over. It wasn't even really like Yuji could blame him after Gojo's recent fit. The man was, as he said, the strongest sorcerer. As his teacher, he was also extremely petty and absolutely not fond of Sukuna's coaching. It wasn't as if the curse was really helping Yuji but he had taken a keen interest in Fushiguro's cursed technique and his mindset altogether. He was plotting. What he was plotting was up for debate, but he was no doubt plotting. Thus Gojo always brought suckers with him and made a habit of shoving them into the mouths that would appear, attempting to shove them into the abyss they spring from. The first few were successes until Sukuna learned to anticipate them.

Gojo Satoru would baby Fushiguro if the boy would let him. He pretty much raised him, creating a bond that Yuji was jealous of. He didn't let it show or get in the way, but it had been there. He wondered how it would have felt if his grandpa were a little younger, little less sick and if he hadn't been so damnably strong. It's nothing to sneeze at but now he didn't exactly feel strong. He ran into curses that made him feel normal in the worst kind of way. That was the reason he took up Sukuna's offer in the first place. That and, as much as he hated to admit it, Sukuna was the only person that didn't make him feel as alienated. Whether that had been because he's the reason he had been alienated in the first place or not didn't matter.

Yuji was starved for personal affirmation in any form at this point.

Strong, kind, and brave were compliments he appreciated. He definitely felt a strong sense of admiration for Fushiguro for deciding he was the one in one hundred that was okay enough to save. Even Nobara made him feel a little more appreciated thanks to her honesty. Sukuna, however, had played him like a fiddle. Even Yuji was amazed and disappointed at how deep he'd dug his own grave at times. Each deal was another nail in his coffin and each finger brought him one step closer to feeling like Sukuna. The takeover wasn't overt and violent anymore.

"We're practically twins, now,"Sukuna said, comment horribly timed likely on purpose.

The boy cringed,"More like you're a parasite. Like a tapeworm."

A surge of emotion with no clear target was easily suppressed, further upsetting the curse,"Do not compare me to a parasite. I didn't choose to invade your shitty prison of a body, alright?"