Y/n Goji, a student from New World High in the States transfer to Jujutsu High in Japan due to her parent's demands. Despite her objections she has no choice but to abide by her parent's orders. One year. That's all she needed to hold off for. With...
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TW: Self-destruction, blood
"HAHAHAHA!YOU ARE FUCKING PATHETIC!"
"SHUT UP!" Sukuna slammed his fist against the wall, stumbling, falling back into a corner. His hands pulled at his pink locks, his pupils full blown as he stared at himself in the cracked mirror.
Or at least at the version of him that was grinning widely and watching him self-destruct with glee.
"So utterly pathetic. You should let me take over. There's no reason for you to fight it anymore."
"No." He hissed out.
The curse looked at him with a bored expression. He crossed all four arms over his chest and all four of his eyes blinked slowly. He studied the boy in front of him. He hadn't seen this episode before. Sure Sukuna has had his moments but never this bad.
The only times they were bad was when it concern you..wait...
The curses eyes widen, lips twisting into a full wide malicious smile and roaring laugh came from within him. "You are pathetic! Humans and your feelings! You fell in love with her, didn't you?!"
Sukuna eyes widen, grabbing the nearest object and throwing it at the mirror. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I DON'T LOVE HER!"
The curse moved to the next mirror, he gave the younger male a look. "Keep telling yourself that maybe one day you'll believe it. What now? She's gone and you're now alone. Without her or your so called revenge."
"Leave." Sukuna ordered.
The curse scoffed but did as told. The most it could do was taunt Sukuna. For some reason it could never gain control over him for more than a few minutes so it knew not to even try it.
Once the curse had resided back into his head, he stared down at his hands. He had blood and bits of glass on them. His room was a mess, books looked like they had gone through the shredder, every mirror cracked and glass all over the floor, his TV now split in two. His bed looked like a tornado ran through it.
He, himself was a mess. His eyes were bloodshot red and his eye bags were beginning to become noticeable. It had been a few weeks since you left. The news of you leaving didn't reach him till you had already been back in California for two days.
Shoko had left with you. Yorozu had cried an actual river about how much she missed you and how you had forgiven her for being an awful friend. Although it wasn't her fault, she decided to put some distance between her and Sukuna. She still hung around and asked how he was doing but she didn't act as close with him as before.
Uruame was a bit guilt ridden but they were loyal to Sukuna. They were bias towards him and looked past his wrongs. Kenjaku couldn't really blame him, he understood why Sukuna was doing it. He knew Akito and the terrible person she turned out to be. He didn't blame Sukuna for Akito's actions that led him to do what he did. He just wished Sukuna were honest with him about it.
