Unmatched | ᴍᴀʜɪᴛᴏ (ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ)

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: this is NOT a reader×Gojo fic so don't worry ;)
He is JUST the sensei, and the character is only commenting on his good looks because, let's be honest, that would be the first thing any of us noticed.

Yes, it starts off with A LOT of reader×Sukuna. I'm sorry about that. If you just want Mahito, skip from the end of chapter 6 to chapter 17. <3

And yes, she's f*cked up; I tried to bring that across as good as I could. He's a literal CURSE. Of course, there are gonna be some parts that are preeeetty weird.

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content warnings: violence, abusive parents, sexual assault, trauma, graphic sexual content

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Gojo wasn't how I imagined him. He was better. His hair was shinier, his blindfold was darker, his voice was smoother, and he was taller. Yuji really hadn't given me the full picture when he had told me about the sensei. But Gojo was just exactly as friendly and warm as Yuji had described him. The fact that I was here was proof enough of that.

I was born into a normal family. Neither my my parents nor anyone else I knew could see curses, let alone use cursed techniques. I had started seeing curses a few months ago, but I hadn't been sure what they were then. The first time I have ever seen one was when it had killed my parents. When I turned fourteen, my parents had another child. The boy had been killed, too. In front of my eyes. We had been walking home from a restaurant when it had happened.

And then, months later, I had encountered another one. It hadn't been a small one like the ones I had seen all around Tokyo. No, it had been a big one. And it had looked right at me. It was different from the one that had killed my parents. My first curse had repeated the same words over and over again in a weird voice: "Two tickets, please." This curse that had been coming at me in the dark alley was big and didn't speak.

That had been when I met Yuji Itadori. He had seen my miserable, cowering self in the back of the alley, pressed against a wall, not moving, hoping against hope that the curse wouldn't see me. And then he saved me.

Afterward, we had sat down on a well-lit bench, and he had eyed me carefully, making sure I was alright. When I stopped shaking, he told me that he was a student at Jujutsu High and that he could see curses, too, and even fight them. The day we met was four weeks ago; almost exactly three months after my family's death. He had been very apprehensive at first, observing me rather than really engaging. When I asked him about it, he only told me that he had met someone like me not too long ago. I didn't know what that meant, but I decided that it wasn't my place to ask.

From then on, we have spent almost every other day together. He had grown on me really quickly even though I had decided not to let anyone close ever again because I didn't want to feel any pain ever again. But he made it hard not to like him. He was funny and so, so kind. He was a complex type of person, though. After a few very successful and very entertaining meetings, he finally opened up about himself and told me that he was actually supposed to be dead.

"Dead?" I had asked him in disbelief.

He had nodded and told me rather sheepishly that he was the vessel of the King of Curses named Ryomen Sukuna. Apparently, something had gone down a little while ago where Sukuna had ripped out Itadori's heart, and he had somehow died and somehow not. I won't lie, when Yuji told me that he had the actual King of Curses inside of him, I was just a little excited. I didn't know much about curses, but I figured the king of them might be able to tell me which one had killed my family. But Yuji was holding him under control and wasn't actually supposed to let him out. He was currently in training still. Nanami was the name of the man who had been taking care of him while his actual sensei Satoru Gojo had been away. Itadori seemed very fond of both of them. And of his fellow first-years, too.