“Your father had stitches on his head, didn’t he?”
That was what Choso said. Yuuji wanted to say something, to argue, because no. His father did not have stitches on his head
But....
His mom did. A memory flashed across his mind of loving eyes looking down at him, a soft tune hummed and shushing his cries.
Just as fast as the memory came to him, it went away.
He shook the memory off and hurried off, desperate to get to Gojo-sensei.
It didn’t matter, his parents had left him long ago so why should he care about some pointless memory?
“Sensei! Gojo-sensei! Give him back!” Yuuji cried out, seeing the man responsible for everything.
Stitches. A flash of a woman’s face with dark hair and stitches on her head briefly flashed in his mind again.
Yuuji ignored the open wounds on his body, the burning pain kept him conscious as his vision turned fuzzy from blood loss.
The closer he got to his sensei, the louder it got.
Humming.
A familiar, soft humming that had Yuuji stumbling or maybe that was his body finally giving out but instead of hitting concrete, he found himself caught by strong arms wrapping themselves around him.
“...Mommy...?” The word slipped out before Yuuji could think of it. That tune was something he only heard in memories and dreams.
He shouldn’t hear it here.
“You’ve grown so much since I last held you in my arms, my darling.” A hand ran through Yuuji’s hair.
Quickly dimming golden eyes looked up to see dark loving eyes looking down at him. A kind smile that he barely remembers directed at him.
Yuuji felt his knees shake, all thought of what he was doing leaving him as it hit him who was holding him.
“You were so small when I held you, my sweet little Yuuji. Still so sweet and precious.” Getwo held him, cooing softly as he slipped the cursed prison in his pocket before lifting his son in his arms
A quiet chuckle leaving the older man as the boy slowly but surely clung to him
“Mommy...Mommy I’m scared...” Yuuji couldn’t see the world around him. The blood loss becoming too much, Yuuji whimpered as tears began to fall.
“Shhh shhh it’s okay now. Mommy’s here, mommy’s got you. You’re safe here in my arms.”
Getwo cooed, turning his head to place a soft kiss on his sweet boy’s head.
As Getwo watched a small smile make its way on Yuuji’s lips, the boy closing his eyes and falling unconscious, he decided to change his plans up a bit.
After all, He’s sure with a little coaxing he can make the boy into Mommy’s good boy~
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No one knew what happened to Yuuji Itadori, The vessel of Ryomen Sukuna during the battle of Shibuya.
Megumi, Nobara, Maki, And Yuuta had all searched for the boy with no luck.
They even ran into a cursed painting, Choso, who seemed to be searching for Yuuji as well.
Megumi had hoped that Yuuji was alive.
He prayed to any higher being that his friend was alive and that he’d find Yuuji soon.
He didn’t expect it to be like this though...not..not like this.
Standing before him was Yuuji, the pink haired boy who Megumi called his best friend.
But...he was different. Broken. Broken and rebuilt to be whatever that bastard who trapped Sensei wanted.
“Yuuji! What are you doing?! Whatever he’s told you, whatever he’s convinced you -
-of, it’s all lies! He’s trapped Sensei, he’s killed so many people!” Megumi yelled, desperate to get through to his friend.
Megumi watched in disgust and pure rage as The fake Geto wrapped his arms around Yuuji from behind.
“Yuuji, my sweet boy, you can’t just let him insult mommy. Get rid of him, will you?” Getwo spoke gently, lovingly as though he hadn’t just asked Yuuji to kill his friend.
Yuuji frowned, looking at Megumi with hurt clear in his eyes.
“Megumi, I thought we were friends. Why would you insult my mommy like that?”
Megumi stared in shock. What the hell happened to his friend to believe that that...creature was his mother?!
“I can’t have you upsetting mommy, I’m sorry about this Megumi.” Was all Yuuji said.
One second Yuuji is nowhere close to him and the next second, Yuuta is in front of Megumi blocking Yuuji’s punch with his katana.
“Megumi we need to go! This isn’t Yuuji anymore!” Yuuta yelled out as he swung Yuuji away, keeping a defensive stance against the vessel.
“N-no...No Yuuji-“ Megumi cut off hearing a cruel laugh, looking to Yuuji’s ‘Mommy’
“I may be in a different body this time, but make no mistake. I am his mother and as a friend of his you should know how much he cares for family, right?”
Megumi’s body shook with rage as he looked at the curse. He looked to Yuuta and then to his friend who was preparing to continue the fight.
“...We’ll get you back Yuuji! You and Sensei!” Megumi called out
Yuuta smiled a bit, having Rika help Megumi escape while blocking Yuuji’s attack to buy them time before ultimately following his friends.
‘Ah...Sensei isn’t going to like this’ Yuuta thought to himself as he ran towards the agreed place where everyone would regroup at.
End~
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It was accidental really, Yuuji had fallen asleep during the car ride back to campus and Megumi for some reason decided to carry him back to his dorm instead of waking him.
This resulted in Yuuji refusing to let go in his sleep, Megumi was forced to lay in bed with Yuuji.
Yuuji, in his sleep, was very cuddly. The pink haired boy nuzzled his friend’s throat, throwing a leg over Megumi’s own.
Megumi couldn’t help but relax against the warm body pressed against him and ultimately fell asleep.
I’m listening to “As the world caves in” and all I can think is curses winning this war, humanity is ending and Sukuna has all his power. He can finally overpower Yuuji and brags about it one last time in their shared mind, in his domain-
And Yuuji just smiles. A real sincere smile since this whole thing started.
“Brat, why are you smiling? I’ve won. Not even your stupid sensei can save you.”
“I know....Do you mind if I watch the sunset one more time?”
Sukuna has no idea what’s going on but he agrees-
After all, there’s nothing left to be done. Sorcerer’s have lost. Humanity has lost.
And so they watch the sunset together. Yuuji given one last moment to have control.
He was caring, protective, made sure his baby brother had whatever he needed, and basically spoiled his baby brother.
If Sukuna wanted something, all he had to do was look at Yuuji and give him a pout while calling him “Nii-san” and Yuuji would be putty in his hands.
Yuuji saw Sukuna as his adorable brother who had horrible nightmares and so even at 10 years old he /had/ to sleep in the same bed as Yuuji or he’d cry.
Yuuji’s friends saw Sukuna as what he truly was. A terrifying 10 year old who was unhealthily obsessed with his older brother-
Warning/tags: A/B/O Au, NSFW, Alpha!Gojo, Omega!Yuji, Possessive Gojo, Breeding, Just in case gonna tag Dubious Consent
In a world where Omega’s made up about 20% of the population while the other 30% were betas and the rest were alpha’s, Omega’s-
- were treasured and practically worshipped.
Society had decided as a way to protect Omega’s from being unwillingly mated, every Omega when they presented would have to wear a collar.
Every collar designed differently for the needs of each omega.
They had collars with locks, collars with scent blockers, collars that shocked anyone that tried to break it, and more.
In Yuji’s case, he had an iron collar wrapped around his neck. It wasn’t due to the threat of Alpha’s but because of Yuji’s own strength even as a child.