A Weaker Curse | R. Sukuna x Reader |

huh?

"Now that I have brought back your friends, I want your help with something."

The voice startled me into letting go of Sukuna, cheeks flushing at the reminder we weren't completely alone. I whipped my head around, causing my loose h/l hair to whip across my face. The man the voice belonged to was a definitely a curse.

Well, I mean he still looked human, like Sukuna and I, but he also just radiated the aura of strong cursed energy. He had very sun tanned skin with blonde hair just a few shades darker than Gojo's own pearly locks. He had a kind enough smile playing across his lips, but that seeming joy didn't meet his amber eyes.

"What is the problem you have than you've come to ask a curse? And she's a women to boot!" A snide voice called out of the crowd. 

At this I couldn't help but roll my eyes. It was Naoya Zenin, of course. I may have known him since he was an infant, but he's still an asshole. 

The Curse before us smiled that same smile. " I need her knowledge of her killer. And any information she may have about how her own world ended."

I stood up, ready to leave with the man as payment for his help when Kyoto's principal interrupted once again: " There's that mention of another world. Explain to us all what that is supposed to mean."

The man kept his smile, though his irritation was made clear when he closed his eyes. "I do believe that neither needs nor deserves any explanation."

I couldn't help but smirk a bit at that. 

"Now Miss y/n, if you would come with me for a moment-"

"No." I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and I was dragged up against a strong body. "She's not going anywhere with you."

Wait- was that Sukuna? Once again my cheeks flushed in embarrassment as I realized the body pressed against my own was his.

"Yeah we're not letting you take y/n senpai anywhere!" That voice was, of course, Yuji.

"Can it brat!" Sukuna yelled at the poor boy. "There's no we in this she's mine alone!"

I was shocked. Sukuna had grown to tolerate me enough after the time we had spent with each other, but what did he mean by this? I was his? I'm not an object for him to own, and I said as much, turning to look him square in the face. When I looked him in the eyes, he only smirked in response.

What am I going to do with this man? First he's cold with me and barely speaking, then he's claiming I'm his and won't share. Whelp sucks to sucks, cause I'm going with the strange angelic man, with or without Sukuna's permission.

Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long to update it, I just had no idea how else to continue it. And I know it's not the longest chapter, but I do think I'll post another chapter tomorrow once I'm out of school. Have a great day!