𝟖𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐆 || JJK x Makima!reader

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The tension in the air was thick as you and Gojo arrived just in time to see Megumi, 

his hand poised to summon Mahoraga. The cityscape around you was bathed in dim, yellow streetlight, casting eerie shadows across the pavement as night fully took hold. You quickly noticed the pink-haired boy standing in front of Megumi, his shirt torn off, sweat trickling down his brow. His presence seemed completely out of place, a strange addition to the deadly situation unfolding before you.

Your senses, trained from birth to pick up the slightest nuances in scent, picked up on something unusual—a mix of raw determination and a strange, ancient darkness emanating from him. Something about this boy's scent was familiar, yet entirely foreign, hinting at a power that unsettled you.

Gojo's voice broke your focus. "Man, you look rough, Megumi! I'm definitely sending this to the second-years." With an exaggerated flourish, he whipped out his phone, aiming it right at Megumi. Snap after snap, he gleefully documented every angle, despite Megumi's best efforts to hide behind his hands.

You couldn't help but chuckle before stepping in. "Alright, Satoru, I think you've got enough material to embarrass him for the next century. Maybe we should focus on the giant cursed energy spike in the area?"

"Ah, my bad, my bad," Gojo said, slipping his phone back into his pocket without a hint of remorse. "So, Megumi, we're here because the higher-ups wouldn't stop nagging about a special-grade cursed object gone missing. Ring any bells?"

Gojo's question prompted the pink-haired boy to look down, shuffling his feet awkwardly. "Uh... that cursed object? I... kinda ate it."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, his mouth forming a perfect "O" of disbelief. "For real?"

"For real," Megumi and the other boy replied flatly.

Gojo's astonished expression quickly morphed into amusement as he stepped closer, tilting his head to get a better look at the boy. "Well, that's... interesting. You actually merged with it?" His voice held a tinge of excitement, intrigued by the bizarre turn of events.

You narrowed your eyes, instinctively picking up on the subtle shift in the air around the boy. 'Is that what I've been sensing? Sukuna's energy? I knew it was familiar...' You felt a chill run down your spine, the kind you hadn't felt in years.

Gojo continued talking to the boy about the possibility of letting Sukuna out for ten seconds. The boy looked horrified at the suggestion, but Gojo gave him an easygoing grin. "Don't worry," he said lightly, patting the boy on the shoulder. "I'm the strongest."

With a casual flick of his wrist, Gojo tossed a small, crinkled paper bag to the boy, who fumbled it before catching it in both hands. "Hold on to this for me, would you?" Gojo's voice held an unusual warmth as he glanced down at the bag. "It's Kikufuku, from Sendai. The zunda and cream flavor is a must."

Megumi stared at Gojo, half-bemused, half-appalled. 'He really went shopping while all of this was happening...' He barely had time to process this when Gojo interrupted his thoughts, glancing sideways at him with a mischievous glint.

"Just so you know, Megumi, these aren't just any souvenirs. Y/N and I put a lot of thought into—"Before Gojo could finish, the energy around the pink-haired boy surged, and his expression twisted, revealing a sinister smirk. Sukuna had taken control, his aura thick and malevolent as he lunged at Gojo.

In a seamless movement, Gojo dodged, grinning. He landed in front of Sukuna and, in a single, effortless motion, sent Sukuna sprawling to the ground. 

Sukuna, growling with fury, glared up at Gojo, who simply chuckled and perched himself comfortably on Sukuna's back, as if the King of Curses was no more than a stray bench. "That's all you've got? You're going to have to try way harder than that if you want my attention," he teased, his voice light and playful.

"Get off me, you fool!" Sukuna hissed, straining against Gojo's weight.Gojo leaned down, voice dropping to a taunting whisper. "You know, for a curse that's supposed to be ancient and all-powerful, you don't seem very... impressive."

Watching this strange scene unfold, you couldn't help but marvel at the absurdity. Gojo wasn't just strong; he was practically toying with Sukuna like a housecat batting at a string. You took a few steps closer, hands on your hips, amused. "Satoru, I've got to say... I didn't expect our evening to turn into this.

You always manage to surprise me."

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Is this story comprehensible so far? I hope you guys can somehow understand what's going on

also no this is not a sukuna x reader sorry buddies 🙏