Cursed Courtships (Gosuku/Sukugo one-shots)

That Time When Sukuna Made Gojo Go Broke (Part 7)

Gojo looked at the last estate that got emptied with a satisfied smile. They let Toji leave first after they had finished robbing. Gojo was looking forward to the last part. They were finally going to end everything.

Gojo skipped to Sukuna with happy little hops, "Sukuna~"

Sukuna regarded him with a fond smile, "Yes, starlight?"

Gojo said eagerly, "How about you carry me all the way to Jujutsu Headquarters?" The headquarters had vails blocking teleportation.

"With pleasure," Sukuna purred, moving closer to scoop Satoru into his arms. He scooped him up effortlessly, holding him securely against his chest.

Sukuna said with an indulgent gaze, "You've finally found a better mode of transportation than teleportation, haven't you?"

Gojo laughed, "Onwards!"

A lot of eyes were turned to them on the way. Gojo fully understood why. A hot guy was carrying an even hotter guy on the streets. If it was him, he'd stare too. He couldn't help it. He's just too beautiful. Oh, the struggles of being the sexiest guy in the world...

Meanwhile, people were looking with concern at the 190 cm blindfolded man being carried by a scary-looking guy with tattoos. Were they witnessing a kidnapping? The scary guy had the build of a Mafia boss. Should they call the police?

But the blindfolded guy looked too happy. It was probably not a kidnapping, but other things going on, Maybe a kind of cosplay? It wasn't every day that people could witness a sight of such a tall man getting carried bridal style.

Hm, just some weird guys in the city as usual.

Gojo would be so offended if they knew what they were thinking.

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Sukuna making their way through the corridors of the Jujutsu headquarters with Gojo in his arms. They were heading to the actual meeting hall, unlike the stupid dark room with doors they used for 'less significant' matters. Sukuna's calm footsteps echoed throughout the corridor, the sound reverberating off the cold stone walls. The silence was punctuated by the shallow, panicked breaths of the sorcerers they passed, their voices barely above a whisper as they tried to avoid making any noise that might draw attention to themselves in the presence of the two strongest.

The sorcerers were paralyzed at the sight of them. Had the strongest sorcerer betrayed them? It was the worst nightmare. Their bodies tremble with fear and their gazes are fixated on the two, unable to look away. Even standing was a struggle now with how weak their knees felt. They were questioning whether it was allowed to breathe the same air as him. Sukuna exuded an aura of power and authority, his very presence was enough to send shivers down the spines of those around him.

If Sukuna's presence was like a suffocating blazing inferno, Gojo's presence was like an incoming blizzard. The indifference from the strongest sorcerer froze the blood in the veins. Gojo's expression was blank. None of that playful facade. He was focused on preparing what's to come.

The elders' lackeys found it horrifying, and Sukuna found it absolutely endearing.

Sukuna had been paying attention to Gojo the whole time. He thought Gojo looked the most beautiful at this moment in his arms. The sense of nonchalance and detachment was radiating off of the Six Eyes bearer in waves. The negative energy around them wasn't affecting Gojo one bit. To Sukuna, the weaklings cowering in fear were not worthy of even being in the same space as Gojo. They are insignificant and unworthy of his attention.

Gojo was the strongest sorcerer, like a god among mortals. He was naturally above everyone else. Sukuna knew Gojo believed it too, deep down. Killing curses was just a charity. Gojo was only choosing to help the world in general, because it seemed right to him. But did he truly care about the weaklings? No, Sukuna didn't think so. Protecting the weak was tiring. Gojo could stop if he wanted to. Gojo just chose to be the protector because he was being nice .