✨ The Kamikaze Clan ✨
One of the oldest and most feared Onmyoji bloodline still-standing at the forefront of jujutsu warfare.
Unlike the Gojo Clan (who punched their problems away) or the Kamo Clan (obsessed with creepy blood rituals), the Kamikaze...
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Inari's POV
I finished packing my bag, zipping it up just as a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind. "Yuuji..?" I murmured, feeling his warmth press against my back.
His lips brushed against my neck as he spoke, sending shivers down my spine. "Are you finished?"
"Yeah... I'm done." I turned to face him, our eyes meeting.
"Inari you...." He suddenly tilted his head, his fingers brushing under my eyes. "Your eyes... they're turning maroon," he murmured, tracing the spot softly.
I blinked before rubbing his hand away with a sheepish chuckle.
"Ah... yeah. They're originally red—both my hair and eyes. But because of Gojo's cursed energy suppressing mine, I can't bring it out unless I actively use my cursed energy. It's like... they're constantly fighting."
Itadori frowned slightly. "That sounds complicated... I mean, I'm too dumb to get all that, but it sounds exhausting."
I laughed, shaking my head. "Yeah, well... it is what it is."
We fell silent for a moment, just looking at each other. "Red, huh..." Itadori mumbled softer now. "I'd love to see it."
Itadori leaned in slightly, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe and in that moment, nothing else seemed to matter. "I love you..." he whispered, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
My breath hitched, a deep blush spreading across my skin. "I love you too... with every beat of my heart, with all that I am and ever will be..." I whispered back.
Itadori's smile widened, and this time, he didn't hesitate kissing my lips, a kiss that was more than just affection—
His hands slid down to my hips, pulling me closer as the kiss deepened, more urgent, more claiming.
"Mhmp! Hnnh!" I gasped against his mouth, surprised, but I didn't pull away. Instead, my hands clutched his shirt as my eyes fluttered shut, losing myself in the warmth of him.
And then—
"Eh?! You like this brat?! When did your preference in men change, Sadako?"
Sukuna's voice shattered the moment like glass, and my entire body tensed in irritation.
I clenched my fist, ready to knock the smirk off his face, but Itadori grabbed my wrist in a panic. "Wait! Wait! Time out!! It's still me!!"
I blinked, confused. "But I heard—"
Then I saw it.
A mouth had formed on Itadori's cheek.
"Does it hurt?" I asked, gently touching the cursed lips, only for Sukuna to bite my finger.
"Ouch! That hurt!" I snapped, glaring at the smug bastard now licking the blood off his lips,
"If you wanted to mess around with weaklings, you should've told me beforehand," Sukuna sneered in mockery. "I would've gladly brought in as many men as you desired."
