𝟖𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐆 || JJK x Makima!reader

𝟏𝟐.𝟓

The quiet hum of the evening at Jujutsu High felt almost suffocating as you stood in front of Satoru Gojo. 

His usual cocky grin was absent, replaced with a rare, more serious expression. The air between you two had thickened, charged with unspoken words. You could feel his gaze on you, even though his blindfold obscured any hint of emotion.

"So, Yuji and Sukuna..." Gojo started, his voice casual, but with an undertone of something deeper. Something you couldn't quite place. He leaned against the wall, his posture relaxed, but his eyes sharp. "They made a contract."

"A contract? Between Yuji and Sukuna?"

"Yeah," Gojo replied, a light chuckle escaping his lips. "It seems like they've struck some kind of deal. I haven't fully figured out the details yet, but you can bet it's no coincidence."

A deal?" Your voice dropped a little, but you masked your growing intrigue with a careful calm. "Do you think Yuji knows what he's gotten himself into?"

Gojo's expression softened, if only briefly, before his usual playful grin returned. "You know Yuji. He's good-hearted. He probably doesn't really get what kind of mess he's wading into."

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As the days passed, you were pulled deeper and deeper into a web of higher-ups' missions, each task more demanding than the last, robbing you of your role as a teacher.

 Your students, once a source of focus and pride, were becoming increasingly neglected, but you couldn't afford to care about that right now. You were caught in the gears of a much larger machine, and there was little you could do to stop it.

Then, amidst the suffocating chaos of your obligations, something caught your attention. It was a name. Junpei. Yuji's new companion. You couldn't help but wonder about this boy who had found solace in the friendship of the ever-optimistic Itadori Yuji. 

From what you gathered, Junpei had endured a miserable existence, weighed down by bullying and isolation. The thought of him, vulnerable and searching for any scrap of companionship, intrigued you—perhaps even more than you'd like to admit.

You couldn't resist digging further. After all, his story wasn't just that of a lonely boy—it was a story that could be useful. A pawn in the right hands. And that, of course, was exactly what you needed. A tool. Disposable. Easy to manipulate.

It wasn't long before you came to a chilling conclusion: Junpei was a means to an end. His existence, his pain, it could all be woven into the tapestry of your plans. To eliminate him wouldn't just be necessary—it would be beneficial. You knew you could control the situation, pull the strings just so, and make him disappear when the time was right.

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The air around you was thick with tension as you stood in the darkness, alone with your thoughts. The curse's voice echoed within your mind, its tone cold, indifferent to the lives it had just extinguished.

"It is done, as you commanded."

You allowed yourself a small, satisfied smile. There was no hesitation in your response—no remorse. This was the way things had to be. Junpei's death was part of a greater plan, something bigger than him. After all, he was just a pawn in the larger game.

"Good," you murmured, the word slipping from your lips effortlessly. "Junpei was never going to survive in this world. His death was inevitable."

The curse's voice remained detached, almost mechanical. "It was swift. Clean."

You could hear the faint pride in its tone, as if it had done something worthy of praise. It didn't matter to you. The curse was a tool—a weapon. The concept of emotion was foreign to it, and you weren't interested in questioning its effectiveness.

"No resistance. No struggle."

You smirked slightly at the simplicity of the statement. The curse could only perceive things in black and white. Weakness was a flaw, something that needed to be erased. And to the curse, Junpei had been weak—vulnerable, someone who would never fit into the harsh world you both inhabited.

"You did well." You spoke as if it was a matter of fact. A simple acknowledgment of what had been done. There was no pride in your words, only a quiet, calculated satisfaction. You had already moved on. Junpei's death was over and done with. It was nothing more than a stepping stone to the next task.

"But what do you think? Was it the right choice?" you added, your voice softer now, almost contemplative.

There was a pause, as if the curse was attempting to form a response. But it had none.

The air felt colder, and a tense silence hung between you and the curse that stood, or rather, lingered in your mind. The task had been completed. Junpei was gone, and the curse had done exactly what you needed it to.

"He was weak. He was always going to be weak." The curse's voice was matter-of-fact, its tone almost satisfied with its own efficiency. It didn't understand the deeper nuances, the layers of manipulation you had weaved, but it was still useful.

You didn't respond immediately. Instead, you let the words settle. A slight, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of your lips, but it was more of a shadow than any genuine emotion.

"Just like you." You spoke the words coldly, as if they were nothing more than a fact of life, something you had to deal with in this world you both inhabited.

The curse hesitated, the faintest ripple of confusion washing over it.

"What?"

You didn't wait for an answer. With a sudden movement, you raised your hand. A surge of cursed energy, sharper and colder than before, surged through you. The curse, still lingering in the shadows of your mind, didn't have time to react.

"You're weak too." The words left your mouth like a whisper of death. Your gaze darkened as you held out your hand, the invisible force of your power locking the curse in place, leaving it no room to escape.

It had been useful, yes. But weakness—weakness could never be tolerated. You could not afford to leave anything behind, no loose ends. And now, the curse had outlived its usefulness.

"No! What are you—" The curse's voice was distorted now, an eerie combination of fear and disbelief creeping into its tone. It felt the pressure mounting, its power being stripped away piece by piece.

A flick of your wrist, and the curse's form crumbled, disintegrating into nothingness, as if it had never existed at all. There was no pain, no final scream—it just ceased to be.

You stood there in the aftermath, the silence almost deafening in its stillness. The task was done. Junpei was gone. The curse was gone.

And now, only the cold, methodical part of you remained. You didn't flinch at the destruction. You didn't need to. In a world like this, there was no room for weakness. There was no place for hesitation.

"The next one will be easier," you murmured to yourself, your gaze already shifting forward, focusing on what lay ahead. The world didn't stop for the weak. Neither would you.

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a/n: my bad junpei