"𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 "𝘠𝘦𝘴" 𝘰𝘳 "𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘧", 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 "𝘕𝘰"."
𝙅𝙪𝙟𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙪 𝙆𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙢𝙖 ! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
➥ In which a 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 named y/n works as one of the 1s...
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"Fushiguro!"
Yuji's voice, sharp and urgent, sliced through Megumi's thoughts like a hot knife through butter. He finally tore his gaze away from the battlefield, his brow furrowed in deep concentration, before meeting Yuji's eyes—his expression a mix of worry and reluctant determination.
"Fushiguro! Take Kugisaki and get out of here! I'll keep the thing busy while you two clear out. As soon as you're out, just give me some kind of signal. When I get it, I'll switch with Sukuna," Yuji explained, his tone steady, despite the chaos unfolding around them.
Megumi blinked, incredulous. "There's no way you could do this! Not with one arm! Not against a special-grade!" His brow furrowed further, the stress of the situation gnawing at him. "You're out of your damn mind."
Yuji, ever the optimist, shot him a grin that could've convinced an army to march straight into a blender. "Fushiguro, please," he implored, his eyes wide with that unsettling mix of determination and absolute madness. "I got this. Trust me."
It wasn't that Megumi didn't trust him, it's just... this was absurd.
The plan, however, seemed to work. After Megumi successfully saved Nobara, he gave the signal—a subtle nod—and the rest of their exit strategy kicked into motion, like a well-rehearsed escape scene from a heist movie, complete with dramatic music playing in his head.
In an instant, black markings erupted across Yuji's body, a clear sign that Sukuna was about to make his grand entrance. The air around them shifted, thickening with an ominous energy.
Sukuna, however, wasn't impressed.
"What a thoroughly annoying brat," he remarked, his voice dripping with disdain, like someone complaining about a mosquito buzzing too loudly in their ear. His crimson eyes gleamed with amusement. "Is this what the kid's been telling me about? Really? You're doing this with one arm?" He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment.
Yuji shot him a glare, still grinning like a maniac. "Trust me, man. You don't even want to know what I'm capable of with just one arm," he said with far too much confidence for someone about to face a being like Sukuna.
Sukuna chuckled darkly and patted the special-grade curse on its shoulder, which flinched as though it had just been told its favorite snack was out of stock. "Give me a moment," he continued, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the situation. "I'm thinking... What can I do to make this brat regret his life choices?"
The special-grade curse, understandably terrified, recoiled under Sukuna's gaze. It didn't move. It couldn't. It just stared at Sukuna like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding truck.
"Alright, let's make this interesting," Sukuna muttered, his thoughts clearly turning sadistic. He wanted a fight—a real challenge. A showdown with Megumi that would end with the boy's crumpled, defeated body at his feet. He wasn't interested in an easy win. He wanted blood. Preferably Megumi's.
