𝟖𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐆 || JJK x Makima!reader

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Yuji stood there, facing Y/N with a determined yet conflicted look on his face. The air around them crackled with the tension of a long-anticipated confrontation.

Y/N, her expression unreadable, spoke first, her voice smooth as silk, but laced with something far darker. "Did you come here to die for me once and for all?"

Yuji clenched his fists, his jaw set. "Miss Y/N," he began, his tone almost casual but with an underlying seriousness. "In that perfect world you want to make... are there any bad movies in it?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that question. "I think it would be good to erase boring movies from existence," she said, her smile barely perceptible, more a knowing smirk than anything else.

Yuji's lips twisted into a wry grin. "Then I've no choice but to kill you."

The words hung in the air for a moment before Y/N sighed, clearly unimpressed. "Everything about your current form," she said, eyeing him with disdain, "from the way you talk to the way you stand, is just not befitting for Sukuna. It's... irritating."

Yuji didn't flinch. "Guess I'm just not up to your standards, huh?" he muttered under his breath.

Y/N's eyes flashed with something dangerous. "I'll kill you myself," she said, her voice suddenly taking on a colder edge. "Let's fight, Yuji."

Without another word, they were on each other in an instant.

Yuji's fist collided with Y/N's head with a sickening crack, causing blood to spatter across her face. He took a step back, watching as the wound healed almost immediately, her expression never faltering.

"Is that all you've got?" Y/N taunted, her voice laced with amusement as her head snapped back into place, her eyes locking with his. "Pathetic."

Yuji's eyes narrowed. "You heal fast. But not fast enough."

He lunged again, landing another punch to her head, harder this time. Y/N staggered slightly, the blood starting to drip again from the fresh wound.

"Not bad," she acknowledged, her voice still too calm, too detached. "But you still haven't learned anything, have you?"

Yuji swung again, this time with more force, his knuckles bruising against her skull. The blood flowed, but once again, Y/N's skin began to knit itself together before his very eyes.

The fight raged on, fists colliding, blood splattering, but nothing Yuji did seemed to make a difference. Y/N dodged, blocked, and countered with an unsettling ease, leaving him feeling more and more frustrated by the second.

Then, she spoke again, voice cutting through the chaos like a razor blade. "I fought with both my bare hands and you still couldn't do a thing. Yuji, how do I get you to give up on this world? How do I get Sukuna back?"