YOUR COLORS [jjk various]

itadori yuuji

It was in moments like these where you wished you had a cursed spirit inside you, or that at least you could use reversed cursed technique.

You had been in Shibuya one second and in a hospital bed the next; the right side of your ribs replaced with a large patch of scarred skin wrapping all the way to your back. According to Shoko, your ribs had completely shattered from a fall you took and your organs were punctured here and there; basically, you were fucked and she had to put you back together like a little rag doll. She said it was a miracle that you were even alive considering she had to take the time and remove the pieces of bones inside you before properly healing you. Twenty minutes carefully grabbing those small bits of white bone in a bloody mess like it's operation. To be honest, if you were Shoko, you'd probably just let yourself die.

"Oh great, awesome," you touched the rough skin, numb, like it wasn't a part of you anymore "so did I just magically appear at your doorstep or do I have someone to thank for my second chance?"

"He'll show up eventually with how worried he was about you," she turned around, working on whatever that was supposed to be on the bed next to you, "he's got a lot of explaining to do. Not just to you, but to everyone."

Memories of what had brought you to this hospital bed would drift in little by little, which made sense. You had finally been able to stand up and look at yourself in the mirror; damn, did you get your shit rocked. You were bruised everywhere that Shoko's reverse cursed technique didn't touch: your arms and legs wobbled from exhaustion, and you had these cute, little bags under your eyes, or were they black eyes? No wonder she recommended sticking around a little longer, you looked like a walking corpse. Well, more bed time for you, then.

From what you could tell based on those little flashes of memories and what others had mentioned, you had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not only was Sukuna out and about at the time, but Megumi had unleashed Mahoraga. Long story short, the King of Curses doesn't like it when you get too close to his prized possession. He will launch you into a nearby building.

But that's beside the point. He had said something in particular that had struck you; it was the first thing on your mind when you had first woken.

"It'll be fun to kill you in front of the brat, but I'll save that for later. It'll make it more satisfying that way."

You don't know what he meant by that, and you couldn't even ask because he had hit you so hard it felt like you were on your way to hell. All you knew was that a threat from someone of his caliber was not something to ignore. It's not like you wanted to break up with Yuji over something he didn't intend to happen; it's Sukuna, of course he'd threaten your life, that's his 'thing.' It's the fact that he would go so far as to wait out killing you so that you two could get closer. So that, one day, when you least expect it, Sukuna could murder you in the most brutal way possible and make Yuji watch.