Duality |Jujutsu Kaisen| |Reader Insert|

|Gossiping Curses|

"Ow! Quit being so rough, woman!"

"Oh shut the fuck up! I've never seen you brush your hair before--it's YOUR fault for not being well-groomed!" Kuragari tugged the comb through Sukuna's hair before tentatively rolling it into a curler.

"I was sealed away for hundreds of years--what do you expect me to?"

"Oh boo you whore--learn to adapt better."
Sukuna cursed under his breath and grimaced when she hit another knot in his hair.

"Never took you as someone who enjoyed. . . this," he said.

"I'm a curse of mystery," she replied. "Besides, it's been so long since you and I had a conversation. Past what our vessels have allowed."

"Tch. Your vessel seems to be far more desirable than mine. All he does is whine like a little brat."

"Ha!" She laughed, clipping another roller into his hair. "Goes to show that my human is way better than yours."

"Yeah, I know." He rolled his eyes.

"You couldn't handle her anyways," she went on. "She'd put you in your place and you'd hate it."

"Obviously," he sighed. "It's a good thing that Itadori brat is pliable."

"Your vessel sucks."

"Yeah, I know. The brat will barely kill anyone and had a breakdown when he actually did."
Once Kuragari was done with the curlers, she moved away from him and chucked a pillow into his chest. He caught it with a grunt.

"HA! Can't relate! Y/n would slaughter sorcerers left and right like it was a walk in the park."
Sukuna scowled at her, resting his hands palms-down on the pillow.

"Yeah, yeah, keep bragging!" He growled out. "We can't all be lucky like you."

"Clearly not," she grinned, staring at the nail polish bottles lined on the wall. "I chose her. Itadori just so happened to eat your finger. You really got the short stick, huh?"

"It was just a freak accident," he sighed. "I would've greatly preferred Y/n to eat my fingers." Kuragari turned her head to look at him, cat-like eyes narrowing at him.

"Stay away from my human."
Sukuna whistled.

"Protective, aren't we? Scared I'll take her away?"

"You couldn't even if you tried," she replied, taking out a blue nail polish to scrutinize it. "She doesn't want you nor would she ever."

"Please, you sound smitten." Sukuna grinned. "Is that your way of implying she wants you?"

"Of course not." She put it back. "But I've been with her for so long it'll be like tearing a toddler from its mother--what the fuck color do you want; I've been staring at this wall for like five minutes."

"Hm. . ." he hummed, leaning forward a bit. "Does red look good on me? Or should I go for something more natural?"

"Red is too bright for you," she replied. "I'd go for something more natural--or maybe black. That's a classic. I know you're going to chip them in 10 minutes anyways and when you do, I'll kill you." She looked behind her to smile at him.

"Then let's go with black."

"Mmkay." She pulled the bottle from the wall and walked back over to him and sat down. She carefully unscrewed the top and grabbed his hand. "You know Satoru Gojo, right?" Sukuna's face dropped into a scowl.

"Yeah, insufferable egomaniac."

"You're exactly like that, shut up."

"Can't you go two minutes without talking shit about me?!" He scowled at her. "What about him, anyways?"