YOUR COLORS [jjk various]

ryomen sukuna

"You idiot...!" You had been dodging left and right, trying to hide from the monster that had been released. You had told him not to eat the damn finger until you were all safe and away from the city, and next thing you know, there's Sukuna.

You had lost sight of Megumi and Nobara, but you knew they were nearby. You four had been walking back to Jujutsu Tech, talking about what you guys were gonna do when Itadori's hand had moved straight towards Megumi's pocket, the hand forming on his palm ripping it open and eating the finger. To say you four were surprised was an understatement; you hadn't been prepared for another grueling fight, let alone anything so bad as Sukuna. Before you could hold your own, he had already started attacking; Nobara getting flung the farthest, and Megumi enough of a distance away that you two couldn't communicate.

Sukuna had been trying to get you three alone. For what? Who knew.

So here you were, hiding from the monster. You had tried to get in contact with Gojo so many times now that you assumed you were blocked or something; no reply, nothing. Other than Gojo, who could stop this monster? Yuta? He was in the States! Who else could help you guys if not Gojo? It's not like you three could really do much damage, anyways. This was just stalling time for Gojo to arrive. He's the strongest, after all.

"There's the little bunny," you felt your heart beat faster, sweat drop at the tip of your nose at the low rumbling of his voice behind you; you could practically feel the breath on the back of your neck, hot and cold, running shivers down your spine, "you ready to face me yet? Or do you need to think about it some more."

You didn't even dare turn around; your fight or flight freezing as he came up closer, senses heightened because of the pure and utter death surrounding you. What was this feeling? Fear? No, there was something deeper than fear pitting on the underside of your stomach. Worry...?

"I can feel it seeping out of you," he came up right behind you, his warmth, no, Itadori's warmth just barely against your skin. Close enough you could feel him, but distant enough you could still think. But there was no question: you couldn't escape, "do you want me so badly you shake? What a pathetic sorcerer you are, giving in to a demon so easily."

What? Want? Is that what this is; this tightness in your stomach, the tremble of your legs. Is it want? 

"No..."

"What was that? You'll have to squeak a bit louder, mouse."

"There's no way..," your hand moved up towards your chest, gripping at the buttons of your uniform as though you were bidding it farewell. There was no getting out of this, now. You would have to fight, "I could ever feel want for a thing like you."

"Oh? Then why does your body heat when I'm near? You can call it whatever you want: fear, hate, disgust," he reached out next to you; with your back still turned to him, you could feel the way his nails ran over your scalp, pulling away the hairs that had been misplaced. You had to hold yourself back from leaning in to the touch; you had to admit, it felt comforting in the midst of death, "sweetie, you want me. All of me. And I don't mind using you for my entertainment for a little while. That is, until you die."