Unmatched | ᴍᴀʜɪᴛᴏ (ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ)

Chapter 13

For the next few days, I was waiting and waiting and waiting for Sukuna to show up. I wanted to ask him my final question about the curse with the patchwork face. And then, when I would find him, I would ask him, too.

Itadori and I finished a whole stack of mangas. Every evening before and sometimes after dinner, we sat together somewhere and read. Sukuna never showed up. I was starting to wonder if he maybe somehow knew that I was planning on telling Itadori after our next meeting. Maybe he had read my mind. Could Sukuna read minds?

It was after dinner. One week after my arm had been freed from the bandages. I had a cool scar across my eyebrow just like Itadori had wanted it. He loved that scar. He always told me how badass I now looked. I always only smiled. It made me happy to see him happy. I was on my way to the shower after my training session with Nanami. Gojo was away somewhere. Itadori had said that he wanted to come over, so I told him that he could go straight to my room after dinner and wait for me there. Nanami only trained me for one hour, not for two like Gojo.

So Itadori was waiting for me in my room. I took a quick shower and wrapped myself in my bathrobe. I didn't bring any fresh clothes, so this would have to do. It wasn't like Itadori couldn't control himself. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. The scar really did look cool.

I wasn't very tired today, mostly because Nanami was an easier opponent than Gojo. Not easy, of course, because he was still a grade one sorcerer, and I was... I didn't actually know. I think I was grade three, maybe, like Kugisaki. My ego was that of a grade one, though.

Even though Sukuna hadn't shown himself for a week, I always felt a little tense when I was alone with Itadori. I didn't want to get startled again when he showed up.

The boy was already reading when I entered my room. He looked up at me, took in my bathrobe, and smiled. He didn't comment or showed any sign of discomfort. If he had, I would have gotten dressed immediately. But he was fine with it. At this point, we were like siblings almost.

I sat down next to him and grabbed my own book. This was really so nice. Sitting in silence. Reading. Not having to worry about anything. Except, of course, Sukuna.

Despite my attempt not to, I was startled when he greeted me with the usual "little lady."

I turned to look at him and put on a sweet smile. Of course, he showed up the second I was in my bathrobe. He licked his lips like he always did and eyed me from head to naked toe. Immediately, I could feel my breath quicken. How did he do that? How did he manage to get me so out of breath with just a few looks?

"Got any more questions?" he asked, leaning in, sliding his hand up and down my naked thigh.

I took a deep breath. "No, but..."

He didn't stop caressing my thigh, which made it very hard for me to tell him what I had to say.

"I'm going to tell him," I managed.

Sukuna froze, then leaned back. He still had a grin on his lips, which made me frown. "You know that if you do that, I won't come back. You won't get any more answers."

I knew that he would say that. Right now, I was glad that I was in my bathrobe because that would make it way easier for me to bring my point across.

I shook my head. "I know for a fact that you will," I said, my voice sounding very different.

Sukuna raised a bemused eyebrow. "Is that so? What makes you say that?"

Slowly, I raised my hand and let it trail down my neck. I opened my bathrobe and pulled it aside to reveal my breasts. I trailed my hand down my stomach, where another scar was, and slid it between my legs. Sukuna watched my hand intensely. When I looked back up at him, he was biting his lower lip. His eyes met mine, and this time, I was grinning.