Unmatched | ᴍᴀʜɪᴛᴏ (ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ)

Chapter 22

Mahito was absolutely fascinated with my theory, and he found it amusing, almost laughable even.

"You shouldn't have that much faith in me," he said with a wide grin.

"You shouldn't in me either," I replied casually and looked back at Geto, who was watching us with a confused but equally amused look. "What else do you want to know?" I asked him.

He looked back at me, and I could see that he was glad that the absurd little conversation between Mahito and me was over. "What did you talk about with Sukuna?"

I shrugged again. "I doubt that any of that could be useful to you." As it hadn't even been very useful to me.

Geto gave me this look again, like he was superior to me. I didn't like that look. I wanted him to like me. "I think I'll be able to determine that for myself."

Mahito was only watching us with his happy grin. He stayed silent, turning his head to look at me and Geto to get our reactions whenever the other spoke.

"I was just trying to find out about that night my parents died. I asked him if he could control curses because I thought he might have had something to do with it. He told me curses can't be controlled."

That made Mahito chuckle. "He was right. Curses can't be controlled. Transfigured humans, however..."

I grinned at him. He was unmatched.

"Then I asked him to tell me more about curses. He asked why. I said I wanted to know it from the perspective of Curses themselves, and not from jujutsu sorcerers. He liked that."

Mahito laughed. "I understand him."

That made me blush. I usually never blushed. Never. I never blushed when men told me I was pretty because I had heard that too many times before, but when Mahito said a little thing like that, I couldn't stop it.

"And then I asked him about you," I said. "He didn't give me a lot of useful information. Nothing to help me find you. But I gave him..."

"You," Geto finished my sentence.

I nodded. "Me."

"Was he good?" Mahito asked out of the blue.

My head snapped to look at him, and my eyes widened. "What?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Was he good?"

I frowned. Why would he ask that? "I guess."

I didn't know how else to answer that question, especially to Mahito. Sukuna had been good. Really good. But Mahito didn't need to know that, neither did Geto. I wasn't a lady, so I didn't care about spilling my sexual experiences to others, but I didn't want either of them to know. Besides, I didn't think that Sukuna would be any competition to Mahito. There was only one way to find out.

Mahito grinned. "I won't give you an 'I guess'," he said, making my heart flutter.

Geto rolled his eyes. "Alright, I don't want to hear this. Mahito, if you're planning on corrupting her, don't do it when I'm in the room. Or anyone, for that matter. We've seen enough of you as it is."

The curse laughed again and pulled me back into his lap with two strong arms. "Don't worry about it. I'll have her all to myself."

He held me close to his chest, and I leaned my head on his shoulder. They started talking business, and I felt my eyes getting heavy. I was suddenly so tired. But I didn't want to sleep. I didn't want to miss anything. I wanted to know what they were talking about, and I wanted to be included. I doubted that I would be able to fall asleep, but after not even five minutes, their voices were nothing more than a buzzing. The feeling of Mahito stroking my hair again was giving me chills.

I didn't know how long I had slept, but when I woke up, Geto was gone, and I was still in Mahito's arms. My face was nuzzled into his neck, and I quickly pulled away, ashamed. When he realized that I was awake, he looked down at me with the biggest smile yet. His eyes were sparkling again.

"Didn't you say you can't sleep?" he asked, amused.

I smirked. "I guess being with you makes me calm enough."

He chuckled. "You are a very special human, do you know that?"

I nodded, looking smug. Gojo's words came back to me about my "certain spirit." Was that what he had meant? I decided not to think about it anymore. That would only make me crazy. More crazy. I believed that I was already absolutely unbelievably crazy because I had just slept in the arms of a curse who could have killed me. Easily.

But even though he could have, I was convinced that he wouldn't. I think that made me even more crazy. Trusting this inhumane thing. I had to be out of my mind. Maybe I wasn't as intelligent as I always liked to think of myself.

I remembered when so many months ago, Kugisaki had asked me what my type was. I remembered thinking that these men existed only in my fantasy. Someone who made me not want to punch him in the face. Someone who made me be fine with him telling me
what to do. I liked men who knew what they wanted and weren't afraid to get it. I liked men who I knew could potentially protect me, but I also had to earn it to be protected. I wanted a man to only protect ME.

Maybe these men didn't exist only in my fantasy. I was certain that one of these men was right in front of me, grinning at me like a maniac. He might not have been a man in the human sense, but I could definitely feel beneath me that he was a man in all the other senses.

Mahito raised his hand, and I flinched. I didn't mean to. I think it was just a reflex. I really hadn't expected that he would do something to me. It was just... The second his hand moved so quickly, I could see my father, raising his hand to punch me. He had always done that. With a closed fist. Everywhere where people couldn't see. Everywhere but the face. I was pretty sure I wasn't even able to have children anymore, after what he and my mother had done to me. Not that I ever wanted any...

But Mahito noticed my reaction and carefully, slowly, put his hand to the side of my face. He held me, made me look at him. "It's alright," he said. "I won't hurt you. No one will ever hurt you again."

I nodded. I wanted him to know that I wasn't afraid of him.

He chuckled when I said that. "Special, special human," he mumbled.

I had to smile, and my pain was forgotten. Mahito had that same power over me as Itadori had. They were both able to make me forget about my parents and about the things they had done to me.

"Are you ready to learn something?"