The Weight of Our World

Heavy Feelings

There wasn't a penalty game Gojo could find for someone wielding a pool of cursed energy like Sukuna's. There also wasn't actually an explanation of how the hell Yuji picked it up so fast without Sukuna and him coming to an agreement somewhere along the line. That was what really did it for his temper. The stronger Yuji got, the better, but too strong and too fast? The kid was begging for his execution date to be moved up. Luckily he had a wonderful teacher who just so happened to be the ultimate sorcerer and the world's best bullshitter.

Second to none.

And so came the solution. The principal made a ton of mini doll heads, small enough and with as few details as he dared, before breathing life into them. If overloaded with cursed energy, they popped with enough force to sting quite a bit. It was principal approved, Gojo tested, and let him observe his student and the way he handled having as much power as he did. It was still just three fingers worth thus far, but it was still immense for someone in his position.

"Hey, Yuji,"he said, tapping his shoulder and watching the doll expand rapidly before exploding. His student swore, shaking his hand,"You and Sukuna haven't spoken much, have you?"

"I wish. He talks too much,"he confessed, prepared to feed his teacher a half truth if need be.

"Did he get you to agree to anything?"he asked.

Yuji snorted. Their relationship so far had been built on mutual interest. He had walked away from their nighttime training before and all that did was cause the curse to whine several hours before their body would succumb to sleep,"No. He wishes he could."

"Man, I never imagined I'd say this, but I'm glad out of all the people inclined to shove weird shit into their mouths, you were the one there that day,"he joked.

"Thanks, I guess?"Yuji said, turning his attention back to the TV as the music suggested something was about to happen, likely murder given the genre.

Nothing happened, but the violent bursting was worse than any jump scare.

After two days of it, his hands were raw, covered in blisters, and always in pain. Gojo looked them over,"Wow, that's pretty rough. How about we move to some more 'practical' exercises, then? Give you a break from the popping heads."

"Please,"he begged,"Anything else."

"Anything?"He hummed,"Then I guess I can let you pay me back by taking over some of my lower ranking missions, can't I? They're not that hard and you'll probably just end up watching but my partner is incredibly kind and considerate,"Gojo whipped out his phone, speed dialing Nanami,"I'm sure he won't mind~"

Yuji sat there as his sensei talked on the phone. He definitely heard them yelling. Even a few no's, something Gojo didn't seem to get a lot of if his response was anything to go off of. He flipped his phone shut,"I'll take you there. Nanami will take care of you. He's the most responsible adult I know aside from myself."

The ride felt long and quiet aside from Sukuna chattering on and on about how pissed off he was to be stuck in the same vehicle as Gojo. He didn't surface to make an appearance, not trusting the sorcerer to not shove some random sweet in his maw the moment it appeared, but his voice echoed loud and clear in their collective consciousness,"You're really going to let this overgrown man-child push his work off onto you? He's using you! He's being lazy!"

Yuji was focused, trying to respond, but it always came out as a rumble. Sukuna swore at him, accusing him of purposely shaking his domain and treating him like a fish in a bag. He almost gave up when he made a breakthrough as his thoughts echoed back to him,"He's not using me." Then came the rebound. They were connected and Yuji thought his eardrums were going to burst and the his brain would drip out of his ears in a finely shaken puree.