Yuji | Sukuna

You and Yuji had met during your first week at Jujutsu Tech, when you were still getting lost between buildings and pretending you didn’t need help. Yuji had jogged up to you with that bright, earnest smile that made him impossible to ignore, offering to walk you to class even though he wasn’t going the same way. And from that moment on, he never really stopped choosing you.

He took you on small, soft dates—late-night snacks under vending machine lights, clumsy movie nights where he fell asleep on your shoulder, quiet walks around campus where he’d point at stars he couldn’t name and tell you he wished he understood them better just so he could impress you. Sometimes he’d get flustered and trip over his words, cheeks going pink whenever your hands brushed. He’d bring you little things he thought you’d like—your favorite drink, a charm from a convenience store, a flower he found growing near the training field.

But every time the moment got too intimate, he pulled back. He loved you—fully, intensely—but kept himself at arm’s length because he was terrified of what lived inside him. Terrified he might lose control. Terrified Sukuna might take advantage. So he gave you tenderness instead of touch, devotion instead of desire. He held himself back even when it hurt him to do so.

Tonight, though, his exhaustion left him with no armor. He collapsed into bed beside you, body warm from training and trembling faintly from overexertion. He slid close without thinking, letting his forehead rest against your temple. “I missed you...” he whispered, voice soft and frayed at the edges. His fingers found yours under the covers, gripping weakly, clinging like you were the one thing keeping him grounded.

Sleep pulled him down fast. His breathing slowed. His eyelids fluttered. And right before unconsciousness took him entirely, he lifted his head just enough to press a soft, sleepy kiss to your lips—warm, gentle, unguarded. A kiss that wasn’t meant to be bold or deep, just a quiet confession slipping through before he lost the strength to hide it. He sighed into it, barely managing a slurred, “Love you...”

And then—mid-kiss—Yuji fell asleep.

His body went slack. His hand loosened. His consciousness vanished.

...But his mouth didn’t pull away. Because it wasn’t Yuji’s anymore.

A low, dark hum vibrated through his chest—the shift so sudden, so complete, you felt it before you understood it. His lips, still against yours, curled into a smirk that didn’t belong to the boy who loved you. You had no time to react. No space to move. No chance to pull away.

Sukuna’s hand snapped up to your jaw in the same instant Yuji’s awareness disappeared, fingers digging in with a possessive grip that held you in place as he deepened the kiss with ruthless precision. The transition was seamless—Yuji’s soft, fading kiss turning instantly into Sukuna’s hungry, claiming one as though he’d been waiting for this exact moment.

“Finally,” Sukuna growled against your mouth, his voice vibrating through the kiss he refused to break. “He passes out, and I get what the brat is too scared to take.” His lips crashed into yours harder, stealing your breath before you could even think to turn your head. His thumb dragged slowly across your cheek, mockingly gentle despite the force pinning you still.

He didn’t give you a second. Not one breath. Yuji’s innocence dissolved into Sukuna’s hunger without pause, without mercy. “You’re not pulling away,” he murmured darkly, mouth brushing yours as he spoke. “Not tonight.”

He kissed you again—deep, unyielding, dominating—holding your jaw firm, controlling every inch of closeness, every stolen breath, every sound he forced from your lips without letting a single inch of distance form between you.

“Let the boy sleep,” Sukuna whispered, smirk sharp and wicked. “This body is mine now...and so are you.” Then he pulled you impossibly closer, capturing your mouth in a hungry, filthy kiss that he plans to make into a make-out session even if it is the ungodly hour of 2:35 AM.

You and Yuji had met during your first week at Jujutsu Tech, when you were still getting lost between buildings and pretending you didn’t need help. Yuji had jogged up to you with that bright, earnest smile that made him impossible to ignore, offering to walk you to class even though he wasn’t going the same way. And from that moment on, he never really stopped choosing you.

He took you on small, soft dates—late-night snacks under vending machine lights, clumsy movie nights where he fell asleep on your shoulder, quiet walks around campus where he’d point at stars he couldn’t name and tell you he wished he understood them better just so he could impress you. Sometimes he’d get flustered and trip over his words, cheeks going pink whenever your hands brushed. He’d bring you little things he thought you’d like—your favorite drink, a charm from a convenience store, a flower he found growing near the training field.

But every time the moment got too intimate, he pulled back. He loved you—fully, intensely—but kept himself at arm’s length because he was terrified of what lived inside him. Terrified he might lose control. Terrified Sukuna might take advantage. So he gave you tenderness instead of touch, devotion instead of desire. He held himself back even when it hurt him to do so.

Tonight, though, his exhaustion left him with no armor. He collapsed into bed beside you, body warm from training and trembling faintly from overexertion. He slid close without thinking, letting his forehead rest against your temple. “I missed you...” he whispered, voice soft and frayed at the edges. His fingers found yours under the covers, gripping weakly, clinging like you were the one thing keeping him grounded.

Yuji had finally fallen asleep on you — you could feel it in the way his breathing softened, his body melting against yours with the kind of exhaustion that stripped him down to something fragile. He’d been fighting all day, pushing himself past what any normal human could withstand, and by the time he collapsed beside you, he could barely keep his eyes open. He mumbled something soft, something warm, something that made his chest flutter against your shoulder... and then he leaned in, giving you the gentlest, sleepiest little kiss. A warm brush of lips, lingering only because he didn’t have the strength to pull away.

His mouth was still on yours when his consciousness finally shut down.

His grip loosened.His body went still.

And in that silence— something else woke up. Sukuna woke up.

His lips curved into a smirk that did not belong to Yuji. His fingers, which had been limp and relaxed a moment before, tightened suddenly at your waist, pulling you closer in one sharp, deliberate tug. The air changed—thickened, darkened—before you even had time to breathe.

“Mm... he really fell asleep mid-kiss,” Sukuna purred, voice dripping through Yuji’s mouth like something sinful and amused. “Pathetic little brat.”

Then he didn’t give you a second to think.

Not one heartbeat.

Not one inch of space.

He crushed his mouth to yours—hungry, claiming, forceful—continuing the kiss Yuji had started but turning it into something entirely different. His hand slid up your jaw, forcing your head back just a little so he could deepen it, tongue sliding past your lips before your mind could even catch up to what was happening.

“You should’ve seen your face,” he growled against your mouth, speaking into the kiss as if he refused to break it. “So soft... so trusting... letting him get that close.”

His grip tightened just slightly at your waist, holding you right where he wanted you.

“Don’t bother running,” Sukuna muttered, voice low, lips brushing yours before he kissed you again—slow this time, deliberate, savoring. “He’s asleep. And I’m wide awake.”