Your vision slowly returned.
What happened? Did I black out...?
You blinked a few times, the world snapping back into focus. And then you registered what—no, who—stood before you.
"...Kenjaku?"
Weren't you supposed to be helping Satoru? What happened over there? Is he- Is he okay?
A quick scan of your body answered one question. No injuries. No lingering pain. And Kenjaku... aside from his hand, he seemed fine.
Ice encased his fingers, frost creeping up his skin as he calmly used reverse cursed technique, breaking through the frozen layer and repairing the frostbite beneath. You were in a different area too.
Which meant you'd been moved.
Before you could piece it together—
BLAST!
You snapped your head toward the sound. Kenjaku did the same. A red glow burned in the distance.
"Ah," he chuckled, eyes glinting. "Looks like Gojo and Sukuna are really going at it, huh?"
You turned back to him, tension easing just a fraction.
Satoru's alive.
Your eyes hardened.
The problem standing in front of you hadn't changed.
You needed to kill Kenjaku.
You didn't know when possession would take over again. If it happened mid-fight, it would be over. This had to end—now.
Kenjaku spoke again, voice light.
"I'm guessing you've realized it by now. That you're possessed."
Your jaw tightened.
How does he know that...?
"It's the cursed energy," he continued. "The infinite output you formed—it fires back, I suppose. I'll admit, I'm surprised you survived. No one has ever lived through infinite cursed energy amplification."
A slow smile curved his lips.
"Until you."
"A curse was born within you," he mused. "Your own curse. Hm... I wonder—would exorcising it kill you? Hurt you? Would it be painless? Is it even possible?"
He tilted his head.
"So many questions."
Your voice cut through his rambling, low and steady.
"Tsukumo Yuki."
He blinked.
"...What about her?"
"You killed her," you said flatly.
Your eyes narrowed as memory surged forward—voices echoing through the barrier of the realm you'd been frozen in. Choso. Yuta. Talking about her death.
You hadn't processed it then, but your body had heard everything.
Satoru's voice lingered the clearest.
Kenjaku stared at you for a moment, then sighed.
"I did."
Your fist clenched—then loosened.
Your teacher. Your mentor. Your friend.
Gone. Because of him.
Now you'll pay.
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| Pinky Promise | S. Gojo x Reader
Romance"Pinky promise, Satoru?" A young Y/N held her pinky out, looking at the cold boy's icy eyes with her warm ones. He interlocked his little finger with hers and spoke in the warmest tone he could use. A small smile formed on his face. "Pinky prom...
