Disenchanted: Sukuna x Reader

13: Finding Home

**Y/n POV**

"Alright Y/n," Gojo spoke up. "This time when you see Sukuna, try to stay on task, yea?"

"Whatever," I mumbled back as I walked out to the open grass field to wait for Yuuji to switch.

The first time we met, it wasn't my fault he caught me off guard and then found my branding mark.

But this encounter would be something entirely different. No one else knew about me and Sukuna's time together last night.

I wasn't thrilled that now I was going to see him in order to drain some of his cursed energy, or test my technique out on him.

Not when he made me feel the way he does... How would I even describe that feeling?

It wasn't the friendship or kinship I felt with Yuuji. It wasn't the gratitude and respect I felt for Megumi. Nor was it the adoration I had for Nobara.

It was something entirely new. Altogether foreign to me.

Last night, when he cared for me and let me fall asleep in his arms, he was like an oasis in a dry and hopeless desert. My north star when lost at sea. A safe shelter in the midst of a storm.

"Hello my dear."

"Sukuna," my head snapped up, my heart fluttering with the sight of him.

A home for a weary traveler like me who has never belonged anywhere...

As much as I need to save Yuuji from an execution, I needed to save Sukuna from it too... And I need to find a way to do that without hurting either of them.

"You look like you're feeling better."

I watched him as he carefully approached me, his eyes locked onto mine.

"I am. Thanks to you," I smiled a bit, speaking barely at a whisper.

He licked his lips softly, a shadow of a smile tugging on his lips, "So I guess you're supposed to use your technique on me now?"

"I'm so sorry, Sukuna," I looked up at him with a heavy heart. I really didn't have much choice in the matter, and this would at least buy me some time.

"Don't apologize," he shook his head.

I frantically tried to explain, "It won't be much, and I won't make it hurt. Just a test. Just to see if my technique will even work on you."

"Listen," he cut me off. "I don't care. I'll do whatever you need of me."

I still didn't understand why he was showing me so much kindness, and I still felt awful about using my chains against him.

It's as if I'm betraying him, hurting someone who has only healed and helped me.

He needed to know that I didn't want this... I wanted him to know exactly how I was feeling. I just didn't even know where to begin. I don't know that I've ever tried to express myself like that to someone.

How do you talk about your emotions when you've spent your whole life numbing them?

"I don't like the way they look at you," he broke my trance.

"Hm? Who?" I mumbled out, my brain still a fog of what if's.

His jaw clenched tighter, "All of them."

"All of who..." I trailed off in a whisper, looking around to see what he meant. I sighed as I realized he was talking about the three men to the side of us a little ways off.

"Don't pay them any attention," I shook my head. "It doesn't matter."

"Of course it does," he hissed under his breath. "You get beaten, tortured. No one stops it. And they have the audacity to gaze on you like they do."