CastAway

Chapter 10

I opened my eyes with a gasp and slowly sat up, pressing a hand to my chest to feel a new scar between my breasts. My head was pounding. This always fucking happened. I looked over to my right to see Itadori laying on a metal table, completely naked. Fuck's sake, I was in the morgue. At least they didn't bury me or cut me open already. Waking up in a shallow grave was not something I'd like to go through again.

I swung my legs over the table I was on and stumbled over to my classmate despite being naked in front of watching eyes. I looked over Itadori's chest to find a hole between his pecs. I moved to touch the gaping hole, but thought better of it and grabbed his arm instead.

"Fuck. Shit. You stupid idiot." I grumbled at the lifeless body in front of me.

I couldn't do a damned thing about what was going on inside Sukuna's innate domain. Fushiguro and I had tried to tell Itdadori not to switch with Sukuna, but he did it anyway and the two of us paid the price. I stood there, in the cold, watching Itadori's face for signs of life as my head pounded.

"How long was I out?" I finally asked whoever was in here watching me, probably thinking I was mourning my dead classmate.

"Twelve hours, give or take." Gojo's voice came from several feet behind me.

"That's longer than normal." I responded blandly.

"This has happened before?" He asked as I felt something soft being draped over my shoulders.

"No one's ever ripped my heart out, but this is the eighth time I've died and come back." My voice was as cold as the room I was in. I knew what Sukuna was, I knew he was dangerous, and yet I was stupid enough to give him the opprotunity to kill me. I let him rip my heart out.

"We need you at full power." Gojo's voice was now to my left, but I didn't turn to look at him.

"I know." I'd already made up my mind once I opened my eyes.

I let go of Yuji's arm as he sat up. He looked over at me and grinned when he saw me standing next to him. He jumped down from the table and wrapped his arms around me, knocking Gojo's jacket from my shoulders in the process. I eagerly hugged him back, not a care in the world about how our bare bodies were pressed together.

"Welcome back!" Gojo exclaimed loudly, making my head start throbbing again..

With his arms tightly wrapped around my waist, Yuji held me to him. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, reveling in the warmth radiating off of him. The chill in the room didn't seem to affect him apart from the spattering of goosebumps along his skin.

"How are you so calm about this?" Itadori murmured in my ear.

"It's not the first time I've died and come back." I responded with a shrug.

"What?!" He stepped away from me and took a good look at my body for the first time.

"I've drowned. Then I was shot, stabbed." I pointed at a circular scar on my chest then turned around and pointed at my back.

"What about the other times?" Itadori asked while Gojo instructed a woman to get us clothes.

"Shot or stabbed usually. Except for the last time. Sukuna ripped my heart out, like you." I gently poked Itadori where the hole in his chest used to be. I left out the one I wasn't sure of. The plane crash that killed my adoptive parents. If I died like everyone else, it would've been the first time.

Gojo left the room to talk to the woman while Yuji and I got dressed. His fingers were wrapped around mine the second my fingers were free, pulling me with him to the bench on the wall. He laced his fingers through mine and pulled me onto his lap, placing my hand on his shoulder as I straddled him.