Bonded strings (JJk various x OC )

~ Unwanted memories ~

Fickle rays of light seeped through the aged cracks of the stone walls inside the well kept basement.

Speckles of once transparent dust particles danced through the narrow rays of sunlight. They weaved through the shadows then back into the warm sunbeams like a lone seamstress who carefully sewn her most enchanting piece of cloth, dreaming of presenting it to the most regal of upper-class society.

Meanwhile sprawled lazily across the lone, chestnut coloured plush sofa was the "recently departed" Itadori Yuuji.

After Yuuji unknowingly made a pact with Sukuna to be resurrected, the price being the king of curses can switch out for just one minute, he got shoved into a secluded basement by his sensei to endlessly train his cursed energy output.

Yuuji thought it was only right to take the day off from getting constantly beaten up by the cursed corpse doll.

Taking another drink from the half empty soda can, his half lidded eyes struggled to focus upon the blaring television screen opposite him.

A defeated sigh left Yuuji before he mumbled, "I wonder what the rest of the first years and Aiko have been up too.....I hope Aiko has not been feeling too lonely without me at dinner time, maybe she eats with Fushiguro and Nobara now that I'm not there."

An eyeball with a hauntingly crimson iris and a pair of soft pink lips instantly appeared upon Yuuji's cheek laughing hysterically towards his now sombre state.

Sukuna's low husky voice drawled out, "You really think that whore or those two pathetic sorcerers  would be wasting their time thinking about you, honestly you ARE an idiotic brat."

"I didn't ask for your opinion did I?"  Yuuji said in a harsh tone whilst slapping his cheek swiftly, causing the 1000 year old curse to disappear in an instant.

"Also never speak about my friends like that again."

His face darkened when small flashes of Megumi's and Aiko's distraught faces invaded his mind, he clenched his fist from being the cause of his friends injured state and the thought of previously not being strong enough to protect his friends.

A loud slam of a door brought Yuuji back to his senses, causing him to unclench his fist and stare down upon the crescent shaped indents upon his palms.

Gojo Satoru entered the room taking a small little hop from the last step of the steep staircase he previously ventured down from, his face portrayed a huge grin when he said, "Yuuji-kunn how is the basement life treating you?"

"Good Sensei! I think I finally got the hang of keeping my cursed energy in check yesterday"

"Those bruises say different." Gojo chuckled whilst seating himself upon the sofa next to his student.

His eyes landed upon Yuuji's open palm, silently taking note of the harsh indents and blotchy redness spread across them.

Yuuji quickly brought a hand up to the nape of his neck, a sheepish smile appeared upon his face, when he turned his gaze towards the action movie playing on the television he said, "Yeah..but I HAVE made some progress which is good Sensei also these are just bruises they fade quickly anyways."

"Yeah I guess your right there."

Suddenly Gojo brought a large hand upon Yuuji's head and ruffled his thick pink locks of hair with an affectionate smile upon his face that just radiated pure warmth.