Thread by @orcinuska

[blood, post-shibuya]

#sukuita: where sukuna pulls yuuji down into his domain that night after his little gift to his favourite vessel.

sukuna is perched atop his throne, as usual. legs are crossed at the knees, cheek against loosely-curled fist.

the smirk sukuna wears makes yuuji fantasize about sinking blunted fingernails into the sides of a supple neck and crushing the windpipe. the thought sends a thrill of carnal excitement down his spine.

"the new addition to your face is splendid. really brings out the hideousness in you," the king purrs, incisors glinting under the domain's insidious red hue.

yuuji sends him his own grin of teeth.

"you'll look good with scars too, fucking bastard."

and, oh, does that pique sukuna's interest.

he tilts his head; regards the boy with a cold stare. "you're asking for a beating."

"so why don't you come down?" yuuji challenges. sukuna's brow twitches.

the curse is all for breaking the youth's spirit ⎯⎯⎯the junpei incident is an all-time favourite.

though, snuffing out yuuji's embers of passion does not include such ... such rebellion. such defiance.

something ugly and foreign coils in sukuna's core, and his brows furrow.

"then so be it."

the king jumps from his throne; and with the aid of gravity and his sheer strength, he lands precisely on yuuji. but, the boy's grown fast; incredibly fast that he dodges him effortlessly, and sukuna does not appreciate that one bit.

sukuna had fought yuuji on hand-to-hand combat so many times he had positively lost count. and victory was always his. fighting yuuji is child's play, even without the use of dirty tricks.

but this. this isn't yuuji. whatever he's currently sparring with is brutal.

yuuji allows no room for vulnerability. he converts weakness to strength under a blink of an eye and uses that strength to its highest advantage and capability.

yuuji used to be predictable ⎯⎯⎯sukuna always knew what comes next. not anymore.

every blow yuuji delivers shakes sukuna to the core, the sheer brutality behind his hits rattling the king's bones, threatening to splinter.

yuuji is unforgiving ⎯⎯⎯the devil executioner. and he wants sukuna's heart in his hands, just like how the fucker had his.

sukuna's attempt in putting space between them is futile, for yuuji always manages to appear around him just a hair's breadth away. as if he had memorized the domain well, as if he had memorized /sukuna/ well.

it's unsettling. it's monstrous. it's not the yuuji he knows.

it makes sukuna's heart rabbit and not in excitement.

the king raises his fingers in a frenzied attempt to unleash a technique to mince yuuji to bits; yet, as he should know by now, the boy is fast. faster than what the eyes can perceive.

yuuji seizes sukuna's hand, and with a sharp twist, the wrist is dislocated.

sukuna hisses, stumbles in his footing. an opening.

blows after horrible blows are landed against all sukuna's weak spots with pinpoint precision; and soon, the king is on his knees before his vessel.

covered in his own crimson fluids, sukuna stares unblinkingly at yuuji's feet, too stunned to even comprehend he lost. lost to a mere boy.

no. he lost to someone who has nothing to lose anymore.

"look at me."

it's a command, and no one has ever commanded sukuna before.

he is a king, and kings do not ⎯⎯⎯

"do i have to repeat myself?"

sukuna looks up, the tilt aching every part of his neck and bruised jaw.

his vessel regards him with a look that screams of odd familiarity. only then did he realize, it is a look that he himself

usually wore to look at yuuji when he's perched on his throne.

cold, calloused hands cup purpling cheeks with mock gentleness, before sukuna feels the hard press of a forehead against his.

when bloody crimson meets glowing amber, the curse finally registers the foreign emotion slithering around his core.

fear. pure, unadulterated fear.

sukuna isn't even sure the harsh blows he successfully landed on yuuji were considered a small win.

the boy's got a bloody nose and an even bloodier mouth ⎯⎯⎯but he doesn't feel the rush of glee that follows along with victory.

the glint in yuuji's eyes are nothing short of deranged, and he only learnt it from the best. and that grin ...

it's so large that his face is about to be split in half.

when yuuji speaks, he makes sure his words are clear enough for sukuna's senile brain to register every single syllable, makes sure he speaks with enough force he spits blood against his cursed

face and into his filth of a mouth.

"i'll drag you to hell with me. how romantic does that sound?"

that night, a king saw an angel with his halo cracked and dripping with blood.

⎯⎯⎯oruka.