Cursed Legacy: Sayuri Gojo

第十二章

Sayuri was conscious now, but she was still alone in the infirmary. She sat on the bed, muttering madness to herself. "I- I am so weak, so useless..." Satoru had given her a lecture on how strong she was and how they would protect her next time, emphasizing how much he believed in her. But she felt a deep, gnawing hurt. Why- why did everyone say that she was not weak? She had grown up being called weak.

Megumi had held her close and comforted her before leaving. (A/n: So unlike you brother.) She liked to tease him by calling him nephew, but at least she could make jokes on him. Mai and Kamo had stayed with her for four hours, but they eventually went to eat and sleep after getting scolded by Utahime. Now, Sayuri was alone with her thoughts, feeling the crushing weight of isolation. "No-no, I am strong, I am really strong. They were just too many-" she sobbed, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her face. There was no one to look at her, comfort her, or even make fun of her.

This loneliness reminded her of Sukuna. She wanted to meet him, but she couldn't get herself to sleep. "If they get my powers, they can hurt-" she whispered mindlessly to herself, her mind reeling. She was hurt, not just physically but mentally too. "If they hurt Sukuna, I will kill them all, one by one."

Itadori, who had been listening for a while, muttered to himself, "Why does she care for Sukuna?"

Sukuna propped a mouth out and remarked, "She cares for everyone, doesn't she?"

"Hi Yuji, hi Sukuna," came Sayuri's voice.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Yuji asked as he stepped into the room.

"Good," Sayuri replied, though her voice betrayed her exhaustion.

They started talking, and Sayuri hesitated before asking, "Yuji, how much did you hear?"

"A lot. Everything. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Yuji assured her. "I knew. I knew everything. I knew about you two meeting, but I couldn't get myself to tell anyone."

"Please don't," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "They— they will hate me."

"No one will hate you," Yuji said firmly. "Okay, I guess some might, but not the ones who truly trust and love you."

Sayuri's eyes welled up with tears. "Itadori... thank you."

"I won't tell anyone," Yuji promised, giving her a reassuring smile.

As they continued talking, Yuji watched over her until she finally fell asleep, the weight of her worries momentarily lifted. Once she was peacefully resting, he quietly left the room, determined to keep her secret safe.

Sayuri entered Sukuna's domain, where he sat on his usual throne, exuding his typical aura of menace. But today was different. "Sukuna-no, please- not today. I know I am weak. I know everything, just don't," she pleaded, tears filled her eyes.

Sukuna felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest. His heart breaking? Impossible. He didn't have a heart, and why was he feeling hurt? Damn you, Sukuna!

"Hey—hey, I— it's okay. You are not weak," he said awkwardly, climbing down from his throne to her level. They had known each other for over a month, and while he was a master of causing pain, comforting someone was entirely out of his realm of expertise.

He tried his best, fumbling through his words, but it was clear he was horrible at it. "Look, you are Sayuri Gojo, one of the strongest sorcerers of all time. You're not weak nor fragile. Those who call you that are just—" he hesitated, searching for the right word, "—bitches!"

His attempt at comfort was more of an angry rant, his frustration palpable. He was mad, so mad he wanted to kill her whole family for making her feel this way. But instead of calming her, Sayuri cried harder, louder. "I am sorry," she sobbed.

Why is she crying like that? Sukuna thought. Oh, fuck, she's having a panic attack! How can a soul have a panic attack? He mentally cursed himself. How do I help her?

He reached out, trying to figure out what to do. "Uh, breathe, Sayuri. Just breathe. It's... it's going to be okay," he said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle but still awkward. "You're stronger than you think. Just keep breathing, alright?"

Mentally cursing his ineptitude, Sukuna kept trying to soothe her, doing his best to help her through the panic attack. This was new territory for him, and he hated feeling so helpless. If anyone saw the King of Curses in this situation, they'd never believe it.

After she calmed down, Sayuri's face was streaked with tears and her eyes were swollen red. She remained in Sukuna's awkward embrace, feeling a strange comfort.

"How are you feeling?" Sukuna asked, trying to mask his concern.

"Good, but how did you manage to give the same speech Onii-chan gave?" she responded, a faint smile breaking through her tear-streaked face.

"Onii-chan? Oh, Gojo. Shut up," Sukuna grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Are you whining, Kuna?" Sayuri teased, a glimmer of mischief returning to her eyes.

"No, I am not, my dear Yuri," he retorted, emphasizing her nickname in a mocking tone.

Their usual banter resumed, and for a moment, it was as if nothing had changed. Their exchange of jabs and teasing remarks brought a sense of normalcy back to Sayuri, making her feel a bit more like herself again. Sukuna, though grumbling, secretly relished the return to their familiar routine.

Sayuri somehow managed to stand up, surprising Sukuna, and he was still on the ground in seiza. With a mischievous grin, she ruffled his hair like he was a dog.

"What are you doing?" Sukuna asked, his annoyance clear.

"Yes, Doggy? Can't hear you from up here," Sayuri laughed, enjoying her rare moment of triumph.

Sukuna's eyes narrowed as he stood up, towering over her and making her seem like a dwarf in comparison. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her face. "I said, what the fuck are you doing?!"

The sudden proximity made Sayuri's face turn as red as a tomato. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, but she wasn't about to back down. "Or can you not hear from up there?" she shot back, her voice wavering slightly but her eyes defiant.

Sukuna's lips curled into a smirk. "Oh, I can hear just fine," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's you who seems to have a hearing problem."

Sayuri crossed her arms, trying to maintain her composure. "Well, maybe I just like seeing you down there for a change," she retorted.

Sukuna chuckled darkly, stepping even closer, their faces inches apart. "Enjoy it while it lasts, little one. Because next time, I won't be so accommodating."

"Promises, promises," Sayuri muttered, trying to ignore the way her heart fluttered at his words.

Their exchange was a strange mix of closeness and tension, a dance of dominance and defiance. Sukuna, despite his annoyance, found a twisted sort of amusement in her boldness. And Sayuri, despite her fear, felt a thrill in standing up to him, even if only for a moment.

"Just remember," Sukuna said, his voice low and menacing, "you're still my little sorcerer. And no matter how high you try to climb, I'll always be there to pull you back down."

Sayuri met his gaze, her fear slowly being replaced by determination. "And I'll keep climbing, Sukuna. Every time. No matter how many times you pull me down."

Sukuna's smirk softened just a fraction, a hint of something almost resembling respect in his eyes. "We'll see about that," he murmured, stepping back and giving her space. "We'll see."

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A/n: This was some cringe ahh chapter, but atleast we got to highlight Sayeri's inner turmoil, or like my History  teacher says it, 'depression'
She suffers from Anxiety Attacks, PTSD, ADHD and Bipolar Disorder. 
She is more like me than I intended for her to be T_T 
pookie-

May you have a great day/night, and tysm for dealing with my cringe-ness

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