The silky blanket slowly slipped down as he sat up. Sukuna looked at his two human arms, examining them closely. He clenched his fists, then relaxed them again. Touched his chest. Oh yes, Inari had simply created a body for him. But was he really human? Like back then thousands of years ago? The thought would be nice, but also frightening. Probably not. He was still a curse, or perhaps something in between. But Jujutzists knew no difference between the many supernaturals in their world. Guardian gods, gods, spirits, nature spirits, vengeful spirits, curses, demons, devils and everything else. For them, anything that normal people couldn't perceive was automatically a curse. How idiotic.
He tried not to get annoyed unnecessarily. Actually, they should know better. Without divine blood, they wouldn't even have their innate techniques. He looked around the room where he had woken up. Modern, as far as he could tell. Much more space than in Yuji's shabby boarding school room. Pale moonlight shone in through the large windows. Was that a penthouse? He heard this money-hungry girl talking about that. Mmm. What was the name of the crazy one with her straw doll technology? Ah, it was Kugisaki Nobara. It was a wonder he'd found it necessary to remember her name anyway. Apparently she had impressed him after all. Or it was the fact that just a few hours earlier, Inari had dragged him through the city. Bought new clothes, mainly for him, and they also went out to eat. Suddenly a hand grabbed him and pulled him back to bed. He was probably completely overwhelmed by his situation. But now he also noticed that he was completely naked. Not that it bothers him.
On the other hand, he was just a man. “So, did your nap help?”
He was used to taunts from the goddess. “Can I get your undivided attention again now?”
Sukuna sucked in a sharp breath. “Woman… you’re driving me crazy…”
“Oh, is that so… do you need your brain so badly when I take care of you?”
