Cursed Legacy: Sayuri Gojo

第七章

Two days had passed since the argument between Sayuri and Sukuna, and in those two days, Sayuri had not visited his realm. The absence of her presence was keenly felt by Sukuna, though he couldn't quite understand why. He found himself pacing restlessly, the unfamiliar weight of longing pressing down on him.

"Am I going crazy? No, no, I'm already crazy. I am Sukuna," he muttered to himself, his frustration growing with each passing hour. His heart ached, a sensation he hadn't felt in centuries, if he even had a heart to begin with.

Sitting quietly on his throne, memories of Sayuri began to flood his mind unbidden. He recalled the time she had playfully sat on his throne, her defiant smile daring him to react. He had pulled her down by her hair, and she had responded with the cutest pout. Wait. Did he just think she was cute? No, no, he hated her. Didn't he?

More memories surfaced: the time she single-handedly eliminated two semi-grade 1 and one special grade curse, her exhaustion so profound that she collapsed and slept on the floor of his domain. He had watched over her then, ensuring no harm came to her. Why had he done that? She had been vulnerable, and he had felt... protective?

"What is happening to me?" he growled, clenching his fists. "Why am I sad? Why do I care if she comes or not?"

Sukuna's mind raced, trying to make sense of the emotions that were overwhelming him. He was the King of Curses, a being of unimaginable power and malice. Emotions like these were beneath him. And yet, he couldn't deny the truth: he missed her.

"She's just a human," he told himself, though the words felt hollow. "She means nothing to me."

But deep down, he knew that was a lie. Sayuri had become more than just a nightly distraction. She had become a part of his world, a spark of light in his otherwise dark existence. And without her, the darkness felt even more oppressive. (A/n: I felt poetic :D)

"No, I won't let this happen," he resolved, though his conviction wavered. "I won't let a human make me weak."

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Sayuri was spending some much-needed sibling time with Satoru, the ultimate man-child. As they returned from a local fair, their hands full of melting ice cream, they looked like a pair of clowns, faces smeared with bright colors and laughter echoing through the air. The scene was chaotic and heartwarming, just like their relationship.

"Okay, so where are we having lunch?" Satoru asked, already eyeing a nearby sushi restaurant.

"Udon," Sayuri replied firmly, licking a stray drop of ice cream from her thumb.

"Sushi," he countered, grinning like a mischievous child.

"Udon."

"Sushi."

"Udon!"

"Sushi!"

And thus began the great Udon vs. Sushi war, a battle of wills as intense as any sorcery duel. (A/n: Lmao what?) Satoru waved his ice cream cone like a sword, and Sayuri mimicked him, their playful fight drawing amused looks from passersby.

"Come on, Sayuri, sushi is the food of the gods," Satoru declared, striking a dramatic pose.

"And udon is the food of sensible people who don't want to eat raw fish," Sayuri shot back, rolling her eyes.

"But raw fish is classy," Satoru insisted.

"So is not having parasites?" Sayuri retorted with a smirk.

Despite the lively argument, someone else was on Sayuri's mind the whole time. Sukuna. She couldn't shake the thought that she had overreacted during their last encounter. Did he hate her now? She had probably gone too far.