If Gege Knew The Concept Of "happiness".

If Gege knew the concept of "happiness".

cherry popper! ꨄ toji fushiguro

sypnosis: your first time with toji fushiguro

warnings!! virgin reader w daddy toji <33, reader saying “it hurts,” bit of dacryphilia, praise, pet names mama princess& girl, mentions of fingering, making out, p in v !! obviously

“slow down girl,” he chuckles above you, watching you pant from your lack of breath due to your previous sweet make out session. one of his arms placed next to your head, another one in your sweet wet cunt. just the taste of his tongue on yours made you ecstatic, barely able to contain yourself.

toji had been fingering you for the past hour, gotten you to cum twice. it hurts, the way he keeps on slowing down when you’re near, telling you he’s prepping you for when you feel his cock; but he’s simply riling you up! and he knows that.!

he feels the squelching of your cunt grow wetter with each thrust, slowly scissoring his fingers in your tight virgin cunt in preparation of his dick. he occasionally glides his fingers over your clit, unintentionally making you arch your back from the teasing.

“m ready toji please..”

“you really think you are baby? want your beautiful cunt filled?” he’s condescending and it embarrasses you. you muster out a un-confident, ‘yeah, but be gentle, please…!” all he does is laugh at your weak attempts to be a big girl before pulling his boxers down below his hip, exposing his hard cock that painfully strained against himself until now. all you can do is stare, his intimidating length and width, nearing the size of a coke bottle. you eye at his leaky throbbing red tip with translucent globs of precum spilling from the tip, and the vein that runs down his cock from top to the bottom.

it’s nothing you haven’t seen before in a way.. you could see his cock through his pants, even if he was soft. but now that it’s in the hold of the big man, it begins to feel real.

“ya sure you’re ready for it darling?”

you give him a simple nod but he won’t take it.

“need you to say it aloud for me baby.”

“i’m ready for you toji..” you whimper out, barely able to trust your own words.

the look of fear in your eyes, it’s almost as if it turns him on even more. all he wanted to do was to flip you on your tummy and fuck you with your head pressed down into the soft of your pink pillows till you cried for him to stop, but he had to be sweet now!

“alright, stay still f’me mama,”

he lines up his cock with your tiny cunt, and you feel your breath begin to labor.

“calm down princess. i’ll go slow. tell me if it hurts.”

with how wet you were, he could’ve slipped it in easy but you had too small of a hole. you feel a glob of his spit fall onto your cunt, what follows shortly when he begins to rub his cockhead around in circles on your cunt, pressing up on your clit. he gently teases you by pressing it back and forth in your hole, but never fully inside, giving you time.

“no more toji..”

all he can do is laugh at your squirming body, so desperate for him, making you shy again. he spits again but on his cock, giving his swollen cock head a few pumps, before using his free hand to press open your legs to stretch your cunt just a bit more.

he presses his tip against your wet hole, and you almost begin to tear up. not wanting to cry in front of toji, but you were so scared. but he knows,

“don’t be scared baby, i’ll make you feel so good alright?”

he leans down over to kiss your lips, meanwhile slightly slipping just the tip into your cunt. you feel him inside, and pull away. your reflects tell you to thrash away from it but you don’t. it’s so thick.

“toji… toji..”

“feel good baby?”

you’re almost shaking as you feel him sneaking inches into your cunt, before it hits a barrier.

“s gonna hurt just a bit baby.”

he pushes through your hymen quickly so there’s no pain, he truly tried to make this less painful! his heart pounds with ache when he’s met with a quick squeak, followed by pained pants and whines as you attempt to adjust to the unusual feeling.

“i-it hurts!! toji! hurts! “

“i know baby, i know.. fuck. you’re so tight mama.. doin’ so well.”

he bends over and cages your head in his arms, meanwhile slowly thrusting back and forth to sooth the pain. he wipes away the stray tears with his thumb, and kisses your face so sweetly. he continues his sweet peppering kisses, even while he pushes his cock deeper and deeper.

“toji no.. no.. too much i can’t.. don’t know how..” he smiles,

“don’t need you to know baby, just need you to lay there pretty for me and take it.” he looks down to see his cock covered in your blood and slick, and he almost cums.

he lets out a sweet groan at the sight, moving his attention back to your face to notice that you had stopped crying, rather started whimpering.

“still hurts baby?”

“yeah, does.. no more..”

“i know mama..”

even with your denial, he shoves his cock fully inside of you. he knows you just needed a push, and he was all for it. you scream out of shock at the uncomfortable fill in your cunt, pulling the man closer to you and into your chest, searching for comfort,

“toji! it hurts! hurts!”

“s okay baby, took it all. so good for me right? first time and you took all of it, you’re such a good girl. such a sweet, good girl baby. you’re doing so fuckin’ well for me. you are.”

he says as he kisses your face down to your neck. he doesn’t move until the look on your face changes from pain to pleasure, and he doesn’t need you to tell him when you’re ready for him to move. your minds cloudy and your thoughts fill with toji, and only him. you mindlessly moan his name over and over as he slowly strokes in and out of your silky cunt. he strokes through your hair and kisses your forehead so gently you almost want to cry.

“toji.. toji…. feels weird.. feels so good..”

“yeah baby? gonna cum for me sweetheart?”

“yeah.. think so.. dunno..”

he laughs at your innocence, he thinks you’re the cutest thing in the world.

“cum for me baby. cum on this sweet cock f’me mama.”

and you do.

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Toji Fushiguro

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: You feel something while sitting on your boyfriend's lap, and you have the perfect idea on how to help him.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, virgin!reader, oral sex (m. receiving), spitting, praising, reader gives her first blowjob, not mentioned but implied age gap

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The fact that you were inexperienced wasn’t an issue for Toji, in fact, he likes the fact that you didn’t really have many boyfriends. He likes to teach you how to do certain things– But he does hate certain things. He hates the fact that you would tease him without knowing so. 

Just randomly sitting on his lap, and kissing the most random spots makes Toji think the wildest possible thoughts. And he swears that sometimes you wear skimpy clothes just to tease him. But he knows you can be naïve, or maybe you’re just a little demon that loves to make Toji’s life impossible. Regardless, Toji doesn’t rush you to do anything that you don’t want to do.

Toji really does love you, if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have stuck in a sexless relationship. Sex isn’t a necessity but it is nice. He’d never make a comment about it to you though since he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or put any unnecessary pressure on you. He wants you to be as comfortable as possible with him. But sometimes that comes at a great cost to him.

You sit on his lap, moving around to make yourself comfortable, and Toji bites down on his lip. You catch a glimpse of him, and he looks… Awkward. His elbow is on the end table that’s next to the couch, his chin resting on his hand while he looks away.

“Are you okay, baby?” You ask him, and Toji hums in response. You shift on his lap and you feel it, making your face grow hot. You take a moment to think of how to react, before wrapping your arms around his neck. “I want to help you.”

“Huh?” Toji raises his brow and asks, a bit taken back by what you just said. You stand up from his lap, grabbing his hand before attempting to pull him up from the couch. He stands up, asking, “What do you want to do?”

“I want to help you with your little problem.” You repeat, trying to lead him to his bedroom, and Toji hesitantly follows. 

“Are you sure… I mean… This isn’t what I had in mind for you.” Toji says, and he almost wants to slap himself for even thinking of turning you down. He’s suddenly become the most moral man on Earth, which he thought was impossible a couple of years ago.

“I’m sure.” You answer, forcing your boyfriend to sit down on the edge of his bed. You peck his lips and then his cheeks. Your lips go up to his ear, “It’s about time I give you a blowjob.”

“Just a blowjob, right?” Toji asks as you begin to pull down his sweatpants. It’s no surprise to you when you find him not wearing any underwear. Your eyes widen at the size of him though, and you’re wondering just how he’ll fit in your mouth.

“Yeah… Just a blowjob.” You answer as you get on your knees, your hand wrapping at the base of his cock. Toji watches you as you bite down your lip, unsure of how you want to start off. You've surely watched some videos, just to do this for him but your mind goes blank when you're in the moment.

“Spit on it, baby.” Toji tells you, making you roll your eyes as you bring your lips together. You do as he says, before your hand begins to stroke his cock. Your tongue licks the tip of his cock before it begins to circle around it. Toji really thought he would have to guide you through it, but it seems like you know what to do. At least for now.

Your mouth wraps around his cock, hollowing your cheeks before you begin to bob your head up and down on his cock. You take in as much as you can take, which isn’t a lot– It disappoints you, but Toji is over the moon. At least that’s what it seems when your eyes look up to find his head thrown back. Toji isn’t the type to really make any noise but he wants to know that you’re making him feel so good, “Your mouth feels so fucking good–”

Your jaw begins to get tired, so you lift your head, your tongue focusing on circling on the tip of his cock again. Toji looks down at you, and he swears he’s died and gone to heaven. He’s pictured this same exact scene so many different times, and he thought he’d never see the day.

“Your cock’s so big, baby.” You tell him, stroking his length. He grabs your head, and you slightly stand up for a moment to make it easier for him to kiss you. His tongue presses against yours, and when he pulls away, a string of saliva connects your lips, “I want to hear you moan for me, Toji.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Toji says, as you settle on your knees again. Your tongue licks from the base of his cock to the tip of his cock. Your mouth wraps around him again, while your hand begins to play with his balls. Your other hand strokes the part of his cock that your mouth isn’t wrapped around. 

“Ngh– Fucking love your mouth.” Toji begins to moan your name, doing just as you want him to. He wants to keep you happy so this happens again. He’s thinking of you in a different position though… It’s too selfish to voice. He doesn’t want to rush you in any way but he’s only imagining how nice and tight your pussy feels. “You’re doing such a good job. Shit.”

Toji gets louder by the second, biting down his lip to suppress his moans, his breathing slowly getting heavier. His hand grips the bed until his cock twitches in your mouth, his salty cum hitting the back of your throat. Most of it drips down your mouth and goes down to your chin.

You lift your head, and Toji’s thumb runs up your chin, gathering his cum before he swipes it on your bottom lip. He praises you, “You did such a good job, baby…”

He bends down to kiss your lips, getting some of his own cum on his mouth. It’s not the first time it happens. He smirks down at you before he tells you, “But you’re gonna have to learn to swallow.”

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Chapter 1: How do you confess to your priest that you’re lusting after him? Little do you know all what’s going on on the other side of that confessional booth.

Chapter 2: You wait for Father Sukuna after mass for your reconciliation. He says doing these acts is a way to confess with more will. He also says: “The pain is your penance, once it starts to turn to pleasure, that is God gracing you with his forgiveness”

Chapter 3:You head into confessional because you touched yourself to the thought of Father Sukuna. Of course he proposes the same thing… Acting out your confessions is the only way to reach forgiveness.

Chapter 4: It’s been months you started your special confessionals with Father Sukuna, yet you continue to sin. This part shows just how far Priest Sukuna is willing to go for your penance.

Chapter 5: You discover things about yourself and Father Sukuna and I don’t feel like spoiling anything else tbh.

Content Warnings: Non-con, voyeuresque?, Virgin reader, sacrilege, corruption kink, Sacrilege, Blasphemy, lots of Catholic church stuff, defloration, a little blood, virgin reader, corruption kink, EXTREMELY dubious consent, it’s Non-con tbh, Sacrilege, Blasphemy, lots of Catholic church stuff, defloration, corruption kink, EXTREMELY dubious consent, it’s Non-con tbh Sacrilege, toxic and unhealthy bdsm that is NOT safe and please do not attempt, flagellation, reader vomits (but I promise I didn’t make it gross and it isn’t in a kinky way), this is all noncon but she doesn’t realize it, abusive relationship, l-bomb, HEAVY manipulation, honestly just proceed with caution with this whole series it’s really fucking dark, SACRILEGE, It’s just a lot of manipulation and abusive toxic relationship stuff let’s leave it at that.

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MORE HUSBAND!SUKUNA PLSSSS (not forcing TvT) (not modern-)

tough love — ryomen sukuna x gn!reader

a/n: okay but like imagine living in a palace with this guy

your husband is sweet, but not in the traditional sense.

when you think of sweet, you think of nights spent with hushed whispers and mutual giggles, you think of flowers at your doorstep every single day.

you don’t think of a 7 foot something man, with the biggest scowl on his face, staring at you in the early morning and scaring the heebie-jeebies out of you.

but he is still sweet.

despite the blood staining his hands and his manic grin doing such acts, the same hands have the ability to hold you as gently as one would stroke a flower’s petal.

they’re able to cradle you and carry you to bed and tuck you in. sure, there is no goodnight kiss, but that’s because he doesn’t leave. when you rest, your husband stays awake on the look to make sure that no harm comes to you.

he is rough with what he does. still, you feel happiness about to overflow when, for example, he gets you jewelry he believes would suit you.

add to that, the fact that he personally puts them on you. you remember that one time he got back from his endeavor—terrorizing yet another village—and he greeted you with a box painted with gold and wrapped in velvet.

you took the box from his hands and opened. it revealed a very exquisite anklet with jewels of your favorite color. they are organized in a matter that you distinctly remember telling your husband about and how pretty that is to you.

you looked up to him giddily, “so you do pay attention!”

he takes the anklet from the box, grumbling, “shut up,” and despite his harsh tone and words, he kneels and puts the anklet on you. it’s a bit hard, considering his big hands and long nails, but he manages. he pulls back with a smirk, and you examine the anklet on your leg.

“I like it.”

“of course, you do; I chose it.”

he is an ass, but that same guy takes care of you when you’re sick—somehow. when news had spread that you’ve fallen ill, you expected that your husband would simply send the maids to your aid and the doctors to ensure your rapid and swift recovery.

instead, what you saw was the figure of your—scary—husband stood at your door. you peek from under the covers, a cough escaping your lips, “how can I help you, husband?”

he frowns down at you, “you look like shit.”

you start laughing, but it quickly turns into a coughing fit—his frown deepens—, “well—obviously! I am sick,” you try to get a look of what’s behind him, “where are the maids and doctors?”

he sits on the bed, right by your side, and rests a hand on your forehead, “I am not letting their filthy hands touch you,” a sigh threatens to escape him, when he feels your temperature, “you’re foolish.”

you huff, “I can’t control how sick I get, you know!”

“well, you could’ve avoided this, if you had listened to me when I told you not to play in the rain.”

the memory brings a dopey smile to your face.

the rain was falling freely but gently. the wind was blowing just right. and your husband was watching you, under the door frames so he doesn’t get wet. he called for you, of course, but you’re a free spirit and wanted to enjoy the outdoors a bit more.

you’re never confided in the walls of the palace, but it’s nice to feel like a rebel every once in a while even if it ends up with you being sick in bed.

he sees the little kick of your feet, “but, it was fun, right? I even managed to get you to stand in the rain with me!”

yes, he did, in the end and after much whining, go in the rain with you. he was simply standing there, but it’s the thought that counts, right? and because he is the king of curses, he didn’t get sick, but he did get stuck taking care of you.

it’s a win in his book—even if he hates seeing you all frail like that—but he would never tell you that.

he shoves a cup of water to your lips, and grumbles, “shut up and drink.”

your goes up to hold the cup, but his glare makes you slowly lower them back down. you get the memo that he wants to take care of you, to the fullest. he slowly helps you drink all of the water.

so you relax the entire night, letting him nurse you back to health. he is a bit clumsy throughout it, and you understand it’s because he never truly cared for someone before nor did someone care for him in a way so tender and gentle.

you think it’s cute: his determination mixed with a hint of roughness and cluelessness.

you want to giggle and chuckle at some of the things he does like how he was confused about which medicine you were supposed to take and at what hour.

or like how—despite his enormous strength—he was unable to take the cover of the bottle of herbs off, but you’re sure he would either glare at you or leave you to suffer alone for an hour.

so yeah, he stays with you the entire time you’re sick, night and day, never leaving your chambers. even when he needed something like medicine or a wet cloth, he would send the maids.

he stays by your side till you’re back to your feet with a smile on your face.

and when you’re dinning on the very long and gigantic table, you look intently at your husband’s face. he reminds you of something with his permanent scowl and grumpily attitude.

he notices your gaze and groans, “what is it now?”

you gasp as you finally come to the long awaited realization.

a tiger.

your husband is a tiger, one hell of a grumpy tiger.

“your face looks stupider than usual; what’s up with you now?”

an asshole tiger.

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The One That Got Away - By Katy Perry

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Female Reader

Prompt: “In another life maybe?” You mumble to the beast who clicked his tongue in return. Perhaps, he thought in his head.

His reaction to seeing you reincarnated after centuries.

Tags: Humour, fluff, heavy angst, canon based plot with a slight change by the author

“You’re beat up” You comment as you press a towel on Megumi’s head, letting the fabric soak up the blood. “Why did you come here? I specifically told you to stay outside with Itadori,” He complains, wincing as you firmly press the cloth against his injury in response to his sour expression. “How could I stay outside when there’s a chance you need help. Not to mention, it wasn’t my fault Itadori ran inside, you idiot.” The boy remains silent, grumbling quietly as he averts his gaze.

“So!” You hear your teacher start from behind you, engaging in a conversation with the student both you and Megumi had met not too long ago. “Can you swap out with Sukuna?” Your attention is immediately drawn to Gojo, who deliberately has his back turned towards you. “Gojo-sensei, I know what you’re thinking and it isn’t a good id-” – “Aahh, tut, tut.” He interrupts with a dismissive gesture, raising a finger in the air and pointing it towards Itadori. “The curse you ate, are you able to?” This piece of shit.

“Oh.. Yeah, I think I can do that.” Yuji placed a hand on his hip, watching as your teacher stretches on the side the moment he gets a positive answer. “Then, give us ten seconds. Once ten seconds are up, come back to us.”

“But-” Itadori spoke up, only to be interrupted before he could fully get his sentence out. “Don’t worry, I’m the strongest.” You roll your eyes. The man straightens himself, throwing the bag to where you crouched beside Megumi. “Hold on to this for me, alright (Name)?” Fushiguro stares at the bag, his eyebrows raising as he catches a whiff of something sweet. “What is this?” He asks as he leans in closer to bask in the smell. “Kikufuku from Kikusuian. It’s Sendai’s specialty, and it’s super good!”

“..You bought souvenirs.” You and Megumi let out a sigh, only for Gojo to quickly defend himself. “It’s not a souvenir!” The three of you continue to banter back and forth, unaware of the boy whose demeanor completely changes, tattoos gradually covering his entire body. “I’m going to eat this on the bullet train on the way home.” He declares in excitement, but your attention was stuck on the approaching dark figure. “Behind you!” Megumi yells.

–BANG

As the sound reverberates through your surroundings, particles of dust swirl in the air, creating a hazy atmosphere. The impact of what felt like a huge object landing in close proximity causes you to tightly clutch onto the bag, instinctively closing your eyes.

Seconds pass and the dust gradually settles, revealing a wide eyed man with markings adorning his face. Kneeling mere inches away from you, he appears just as astonished as you are by your teacher’s remarkable evasion. However, it becomes apparent that his astonishment stems from something other than the mere presence of Gojo sitting on his back.

The strange man opens his mouth, his resonant tone surprisingly gentle despite the expression on his face. “..You-” Before he can utter another word, Gojo effortlessly propels him aside with a single motion of his leg. “Now, now. You shouldn’t get too close to my student.” Satoru chuckles as he watches Sukuna quickly regain his balance, charging towards him with a scowl.

As the fight unfolds, you overhear your teacher strike yet another conversation, “My students are watching,” he says the second their backs collide. “So I’m going to show off a little.” Gojo breaks the contact, and with a swift flick of his arm he delivers a powerful strike that sends Sukuna flying.

“For crying out loud..” The curse spits, wiping the blood dripping from his lips before launching himself back. “You jujutsu sorcerers are always trouble no matter the era-!” He leaps into the air, aiming his next attack directly at Gojo.

Shit. He grit his teeth.

It felt as though time itself had stopped. The moment his feet left the ground, the moment he prepared to land a powerful attack- he faltered- his eyes landing on you the second you were in his sight. Your eyes, your lips, and even the shade of your hair remained unchanged. The shock on your face as you stared back at him was palpable, every aspect of you that he had cherished in his memories was now standing before him in the flesh. After countless centuries of solitude, tossing one inadequate vessel after another, he had resigned himself to never seeing you again. — Amidst the painful coughs that expel blood from your mouth, you find yourself unable to contain your laughter. The monstrous figure carrying you tightens his grip, eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and concern. “To think I’d finally see you have an expression that isn’t filled with anger” Held securely in his four arms, you extend your hand, anticipating him to withdraw. But to your surprise, he doesn’t. Your mouth gapes in astonishment as you feel the gentle warmth of his cheek against your palm, silently studying your countenance.

It hurts.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you could no longer hold back the sobs that threatened to escape. “I’m sorr-” – “Don’t apologize.” His voice cut through your words, filled with harshness that contrasted with the gentle embrace he continued to provide. “I will deal with them. All you need to do is remain silent and I’ll-” You shake your head, feeling more lightheaded than earlier. “.. I don’t think I’ll survi-” – “You will.” Throughout your friendship with Sukuna, if you could even call it one, you had never witnessed this side, a side where he’s uncertain of his own words.

“Be still, woman.” Woman, he still refuses to say your name even at this moment. It almost makes you laugh, but the pain in your stomach stops you from doing so. “I do not wish to hear more from you.”

Shortly after, he discovers a cave and promptly sets you down on the ground. Sukuna adjusts his posture, preparing to leave, only to sense you pulling at his pants. He was big, far bigger than you. But despite his size that gives him the advantage to overpower your feeble resistance, he chooses to pause, letting you bask in his fleeting compliance. “You.. aren’t thinking of going back a..are you? Please don’t- you’ll be killed-“

Him? Killed? How laughable.

With a sudden jolt, he thrusts his leg forward, causing your grip to weaken against his trousers. “I will quickly deal with them and come back to you,” he asserts. The determination in his eyes leaves you unable to refuse his words. Reluctantly, you allow him to walk away, placing a hand on the wound on your abdomen as you watch his silhouette vanish amidst the dense foliage.

Upon his arrival, he quickly eliminates numerous sorcerers, brutally severing their heads from their bodies and carelessly disregarding them one by one. How dare they challenge the King of Curses? Let alone inflict pain on his woman? In the moment, he exuded unwavering confidence, believing he could vanquish them all and return to you triumphantly.

But.. he was wrong.

The deafening sound of your piercing scream echoes through the air, momentarily halting the gruesome massacre that had been unfolding. He snapped his head towards the source of the sound, thoughts racing through his head. They couldn’t have-

-BANG

As his body collapses onto the unforgiving ground, the sorcerers seize the moment to tightly secure him in place. One would expect excruciating pain to course through his veins, as numerous scrolls pressed against his flesh, leaving searing imprints. However, the agony fails to register within him, for his focus remains fixated on the spot where he had last seen you, vulnerable, defenseless, and.. dead-

The absence of your familiar aura, one which provided him solace and reassurance, vanished. The once soothing rhythm of your heartbeat has been replaced by an eerie silence, drowned out by the deafening ringing in his ears.

—

He softens the rotation of his swing at the very last second, reducing the impact significantly from his initial intention. Though, it wasn’t needed. As the dust clears once more, he anticipates seeing you with a scratch or two, but to his astonishment, you remain completely unscathed. “Eight..” Gojo begins to count, “Nine…” His head tilts to the side, “Should be time.”

Ba-dump

He can feel his body instinctively lean forward, causing his heart to momentarily stop at one beat. ‘Not yet.’ He feels electricity course through his skin. ‘Let me stay in control a little longer.’ Sukuna struggles, stumbling a bit as he takes a couple steps towards you. “Oh?” Gojo muses.

Observing intently, you watch as he tries to close the distance, fighting back authority over Itadori. ‘I need to talk to her-‘ He stops the second he reaches the end of the building, a gap that he created moments before, a gap that he created between you. ‘I need to tell her what I couldn’t-‘ You see his lips part, the sound of the start of your name stumbling out just before his head falls.

Itadori’s head jerks upwards, letting out an “Oh” as he regains consciousness. “Was everything okay?” Concerned, he scratches the back of his neck. Gojo, on the other hand, waves his hand dismissively, causing the floating debris around you to fall. “Ohh, I’m shocked,” he remarks. “You really can control it!” Not only that, but something much more interesting happened. Your teacher’s gaze shifts towards you, his smile falling.

“He’s kind of annoying though. I can hear his voice.” Yuji expresses his frustration by smacking his head in response to Sukuna’s persistent voice. Satoru abruptly interjects, bringing the ongoing conversation to a halt. “Let’s wrap this up, yeah?” He had a bigger problem to worry about. Especially with Sukuna's odd behavior towards you.

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