𝟖𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐆 || JJK x Makima!reader

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As Gojo effortlessly rendered the pink-haired boy unconscious with a mere flick of his fingers,

you sprang into action, catching the fallen youth before he could hit the ground. The boy's body was limp in your arms, but you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was something more to him, something that Gojo might have missed. You gently laid him on your lap, scanning his unconscious form with a calculating look.

Gojo stood with his usual relaxed posture, casually flicking his finger as if it were just another day at the office. "If he isn't possessed by Sukuna when he wakes up, he might have potential as a vessel." His voice was light, almost like he was discussing a mundane subject like the weather. "Here's a question for you guys!! What should we do with him?"

You chuckled, the sound rich with amusement, your fingers brushing the boy's hair as you assessed him. "Well, I would gladly take him under my care," you said, eyes narrowing slightly with a hint of mischief. "There's something about him, something... special. I think he could be molded into something useful."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Molded into something useful, huh? And just how would you 'mold' him?" His tone was playful, though there was a glint in his eyes that suggested he was both teasing and testing you.

You smirked, gently lifting the boy's limp arm and letting it fall back down. "I've got my ways," you said, your voice darkening just slightly. "I could shape him, train him, make him loyal to my cause. The possibilities are endless."

Before you could continue, Megumi's voice cut through the air, sharp and unyielding."Even if he is a vessel," Megumi began, his voice calm but firm, "Jujutsu regulations demand he be executed. There's no room for debate there. Rules are rules." His eyes flickered over to the unconscious boy, and there was a quiet, almost reluctant empathy in his gaze. "But... I don't want to kill him."

You leaned back, raising an eyebrow as you turned your attention toward Megumi. Gojo smirked, looking between the two of you like he was watching an interesting game unfold. "That's a bit of a dilemma, isn't it?" Gojo quipped, his voice playful but with an undertone of genuine curiosity. "Do we stick to the rules? Or do we let our personal feelings get in the way?"

Megumi clenched his jaw, frustration creeping into his voice. "If he really is just a vessel, then he should be executed. But..." Megumi hesitated, his gaze softening, "I don't feel right about it. It's like we're condemning someone before we even give them a chance to decide who they are."

Your lips curved into a small, amused smile as you let out a soft chuckle. "Oh Megumi..," you said, the amusement clear in your tone. "This is all so black and white for you, isn't it? But that's the thing—we get to decide. If there's potential in him, then why not use it?"

You lifted Yujs's head, looking down at him with quiet fascination. "Sukuna's vessel could be an opportunity, Megumi. It's about power, influence. You know that."Megumi's gaze hardened, though he remained silent. There was a flicker of doubt in his eyes, but it wasn't enough to convince him to speak further. He simply nodded, though it was clear he was still processing the implications of your words.