"Do you believe in God?"
"I'm your God now."
A thousand year old curse wakes up from its slumber to enjoy the eccentricity of a new era. An era filled with arrogant sorcerers, weird kids and a Kakashi cosplayer.
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"Hello, Sukuna!" You waved happily at him. Well, his mouth anyway. Anyhow, "I'm still your King, remember that." He ordered, irked.
"You literally have no body." You sighed. How could he be your king when he hadn't even returned to his original form yet? Behind you, Gojo muffled a laugh.
"You'll be the first I kill, white haired nuisance. As for you, y/n, you'll be put in your place, on your knees." I don't think he meant that in the way he had said it.
"Kinky," You said while Gojo started laughing openly. Honestly, you do wonder how Sukuna might possibly try and punish you.
"Me a target of the great Sukuna? What an honour." Said Gojo, positively delighted.
"So he really is famous?" Asked the pink haired kid. What was his name again? Yuuji, right? Anyway, adorable kid. Strangely, he looked similar to Sukuna in his original body.
"Ryomen Sukuna, with four arms and two faces is a demon of legend. Truth is, he was a human who actually existed, but that was a thousand years ago. In the golden age of jujutsu, jujutsu sorcerers had sharpened their skills against him, but were ultimately defeated. Without a doubt... he is the King of Curses." He stated, talking about Sukuna's origin story.
"While it's true Sukuna is infinitely strong there's no need to make his head any bigger than it already is. Anymore and he won't be able to fit through the door." I smiled. Gojo and Yuji continued talking all the while I spaced out only to hear an annoyed voice.
"You're late by eight minutes." You looked up and nearly let out a guffaw. Was that man making plushies?
"It's not late enough to worth getting mad about... but I told you to fix that habit of yours." The man stated with a cold voice.
"If it's not bad enough to get mad about, then cut me some slack. I figured you'd be making dolls, anyway, so eight minutes is no big deal, right?" Huffed out Gojo in a slightly fond manner.
"So... that's the kid and the woman?" Asked the principal. Hah, he called me a woman, you snickered internally.
"My name is Yuji Itadori! I'm into girls like Jennifer Lawrence! Nice to meet you!" He shouted out while bowing slightly.
"Hi, call me y/n." You hummed noncommittally. You've never understood introductions all that well.
"Why are you here?" He deadpanned and stopped crocheting? We both responded at the same time, "for an interview... to learn jujutsu?"
"Beyond that." He probed, looking at us in the eyes, almost as if trying to search our souls. It was frankly kind of creepy.
"Well, I'm going to collect the remaining pieces of Sukuna. It's dangerous to leave them as is." Pretend I'm not here. Literally anywhere else.
"Disqualified." Sir... ? Would they kill him if he doesn't qualify? You can't have them killing him though. Sure, you've only known him for the grand total of a day (most of which he was asleep) but you really liked him. Well, that and the fact that he's Sukuna's vessel.
"That's not a doll? CRAP!" He yelped. The man then looked over to me waiting for an answer.
"I'm here cause I have no were else to go." That sounds like a good enough response, right? Real sad, tear jerking.
"Not good enough." He said strictly. You scoffed. Says the grown man who makes dolls to the curse. Suddenly, Yuji yelled passionately while fighting the doll.
"IT WAS MY GRANDPA's LAST REQUEST!" Now, that was sad.
"I'm going to ask you one last time. Why is it that you're here?" He insisted.
"Consuming Sukuna, I know that's something only I can do. Even if I could run away from my execution... or from the mission... no matter what I do-eating, taking a bath or reading manga... I'll still be there. I'll get depressed knowing that people might be dying because of Sukuna. Even if none of this really involves me... there's no way I can convince myself that it's not my fault...
no thanks. I'm not gonna regret the way I live." Eh, I thought the first answer was better but oh well, what could I possibly know.
"Now, you." Said the principal.
"Me?" You asked. Suddenly, a doll started rushing towards me but before it could get close it was sliced into pieces. Sorry about that, you apologised mentally. Dolls are probably a pain to make.
"That was my technique. Beautiful." Purred Sukuna, satisfied. You felt yourself gape as you inched away from Sukuna.
"I'm here because I crave entertainment. Life is so boring otherwise. Didn't you say that we should live without regrets. Well, if I die now I'll definitely regret living a boring life." You find yourself saying while kicking another doll in the head halfheartedly.
"Welcome to Jujutsu High. You both pass!" Damn. This guy's standards must be rock bottom.
