sukuna is a human now, he looks like megumi but softer and more attractive, dark blue eyes ,black hair flicked back ,it's because after he was seperated from yuji itadori after being given a second chance by Gojo to choose a different path, he agreed and thats why,he looks like this. Gojo decided to train him too ,it's been a month....he likes sukuna, no reason, just his new verson, soft and innocent
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Gojo's hand is still half-raised.
Sukuna doesn't step back.
That's the first thing that registers.
Not the distance-too close, closer than it should be in the training fight -but the lack of correction. Anyone else would've put space between them by now. Reset. Breathed.
Sukuna just stands there.
Calm.
Too calm.
His hair is pushed back from his face, dark and neat despite everything, like he hasn't exerted any effort at all. And his eyes-dark blue, steady-don't leave Gojo's for even a second. There's no irritation in them, no rush to continue.
Just... interest.
Gojo exhales, slow, controlled.
"What?" he says, easy, automatic. Like this is nothing.
Sukuna tilts his head slightly.
Doesn't answer.
He steps forward instead.
It's barely a step. Not enough to call it anything, not enough to justify reacting.
But it closes the space.
Gojo notices.
Of course he does.
He just doesn't move.
That's the mistake.
"You stopped," Sukuna says, voice low, almost thoughtful.
Like he's pointing out something small. Obvious.
Gojo huffs lightly. "You wanted me to keep going?"
There's a beat.
Sukuna's gaze flicks-brief, deliberate-like he's taking something in, measuring, confirming.
Then back to his eyes.
"You could've pushed me away."
It's not an accusation.
If anything, it sounds like amusement.
The space between them is... minimal now.
Close enough that Gojo can feel it-heat, presence, something unspoken pressing in without contact. Close enough that stepping back would be noticeable.
He doesn't.
Sukuna notices that too.
Of course he does.
His hand lifts slowly.
Not sudden. Not aggressive.
Slow enough that Gojo can see every inch of it, track the movement, decide-at any point-to stop it.
He doesn't.
Fingers hover near Gojo's wrist.
Close.
Not touching.
A pause-just long enough to matter.
Then barely, deliberately, they do.
It's nothing. It should be nothing.
And still-
Gojo's breath shifts.
Small. Almost unnoticeable.
Sukuna's eyes flick down for a fraction of a second.
Then back up.
"There," he murmurs.
Like he found something he was looking for.
Gojo's expression doesn't change. Not really. Still composed, still controlled.
He smirks ,then gently, smugly grabs his wrist, pulling him closer,
the other hand settling at his waist.
"Playing dirty, huh?" Gojo whispers near Sukuna's ear, voice low, amused.
"Well... careful. I might take that the wrong way."
Sukuna blushes instantly, his dark blue eyes widening, lips parting slightly-he hadn't expected that.
"Let go..." Sukuna tries to pull away.
Gojo lets him-but his hands linger at his waist for a second too long, like he's reluctant to move. He clearly enjoys how soft he looks, how unguarded-how his techniques don't quite land
"Did that cute little change mess with your techniques?" Gojo teases.
Sukuna flushes deeper, pushing Gojo's hands away from his waist.
"Yeah-but it doesn't matter. I can still fight... and stop talking like that."
Gojo laughs.
"Like what? You weren't trying to distract me mid-fight?"
"I wasn't! And don't mention it!"
Gojo just grins, grabbing his hand and pulling him along.
"Alright, alright. That's enough training for today."
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😑 i get it if it's fucked up or if you don't like it but.... My ass just wants to write this 😏i want them cracking
AND if you hate it........ You can tell me what's wrong POLITELY and it shouldn't about the ship, only about the wrong thing
AND no hating on grammer mistakes....... It's just that I'm too lazy to correct myself
AND if it's cringy, I'm still a minor so i donno....