when 'this' style appears, it means Sukuna is speaking to you in your mind.

-

"Time to wake up little rabbit." 

Your eyes snap open as you see Sukuna staring down at you, sitting on his throne. He's smirking as you slowly sit up, glaring at him. 

"You asshole," you hiss. "Using me to get Yuji to agree on those conditions!" His smirk widens as your glare hardens. Your brows furrow together as you feel hatred towards the man increase. 

Shit couple of months ago you'd like to get railed by him, but now? You find him despicable. 

'Hurting the small bean Yuji, I am gonna kick his ass,' you thought. Okay, scratch that, Yuji is a giant but he's still a wholesome bean anyways! "I'm going to bring you back to life and the first thing you do is call me an asshole?" he asked, amused. 

"You're the one who killed me in the first place!" You stand up, the glare never leaving your features. "I swear this era of children is so ungrateful," he sighed, looking off to the side.  

"I am not a child for one and two you can't honestly expect me to thank you for bringing me back to life after you ripped out my heart, broke my fingers, broke my wrist, slam my face into the pavement repeatedly and bit me!" You held up and counted your fingers, listing off the things he did to you. You grit your teeth as he still sits there, being smug about this whole thing. Learning from Yuji, you also grab a skull and throw it at him.

"I will not be used as your pawn!" 

Instead of creating a great deal of damage, the skull barely made it up half of the hill of bones. 

He laughs at your pathetic attempt and you grab skull after skull, throwing it at him. "No way are you going to have my body, mind, and soul, I refuse!" 

"You don't have a choice."

Chills went up your spine when you hear Sukuna behind you. You turn around, fist in the air but he holds up his palm making you punch that instead. "Do you honestly think you can beat me?" He pushes you back with his palm, making you stumble back. 

"No, but my aunt didn't raise a bitch!" 

You charge at him, throwing punches with a battle cry. But each of your punches only made contact with his palms as he chuckles. You swing with your other hand but he caught that easily. You struggle to get free as his smirk widens. "No, but your aunt appeared to have raised a weakling." You spout out profanities, threats, and angry yells as he holds you in the air by your wrists. You looked nothing more than a feisty little kitten trying to take down a tiger. 

"I'll be taking this." He places his hand on your chest and you panic, remembering how he ripped out your heart. With your free hand, you hit his hand, arm, and chest to get him to stop. "S-Stop!" You struggle in his hold, but instead of pulling your heart, he pulls out a gray orb. Your eyes widen as the orb floats in his hand, with him examining it. 

"What...?"

"Your soul is interesting," he said, examining the gray orb in his hands. When he lets you go your hands frantically went to your chest, seeing if there's once again a hole in your chest. But there was no injury there. But if your soul is in his hands does that mean-?

"Wait! If you have my soul then wouldn't I go back dead?" 

"No, think of it as me holding onto it," he answers, holding it. "You'll be alive just...soulless in a way." 

"Damn now I really won't have a soul when I go back." He grins as he looks at your soul closer. "This means I can see everything you do, feel everything you do if I choose to that is." 

'Thank god he can't read my mind,' you thought. 'That would be awkward if my mind wandered to somewhere....naughty.' 

"I can read your mind, are you a little pervert just like the brat?" Your face burns in embarrassment and you stutter, "I-I would advise you to stay out of it, you wouldn't like being in my brain."

"Why? You'll try to curse at me?"

"No, because it's loud in there, no wait go ahead in go in my mind. I'll annoy you to the point your brain will explode or melt away!"

"If I can annoy the brat I can easily break you, you're weaker than him." You feel your irritation levels rising and clench your fists. You turn away, biting your tongue.

"You'll have to be sent back soon, any last words before you go?"

"Yeah!" you shout, angry. You turn back to him, flipping him off. "Suck my ba-."

 Before you could finish your sentence your heart was once again ripped out of your chest and your eyes widen. "You said you couldn't physically hurt me!" 

"You aren't here physically in my innate domain brat, I can hurt you as much as I want here," he said, smirking.

"You dickwad!" you growl as you fall over.

-

Your eyes flutter open as you hear muffled voices. You blink a couple of times and look to your left. You see Yuji, naked in all his glory, and Gojo-sensei, talking about something. You groan and sit up, feeling your head pulse in pain. 

"Gojo!" a shriek is heard. "Y/N is alive as well!"

"Y/N?" Gojo's voice gasped. He appears by your side and slaps your back, causing you to yell out. "Welcome back Y/N!"  

You smile nervously and nod. "Y-Yeah hey Gojo," you stutter a bit. Everyone in the room was staring at you. Yuji was facing you and turned away with a pink blush. You blink a couple of times and look down to see your chest exposed for all to see. You shriek and pull up the white sheet, trying to cover yourself.

A woman comes over and hands you some hospital gowns, making you put the shirt on quickly.  You blush, still feeling embarrassed they saw you bare. 

 You did peek down your shirt to see you're completely healed. No hole in your chest, no broken wrist, fingers are fine, not tiny cuts from those puppets, and no bite. Phew.

"Any idea why Sukuna brought you back as well?" Gojo asked, peering back at you. 

"Uh...no idea, I have no idea why he brought me back," you answer, honestly. "Probably wants to be an ass and torment me further." You stand up from the table and see Yuji staring at you. 

"Oi earth to Yuji, I know you saw me naked but at least be a gentleman and pretend you didn't see anything." His cheeks immediately turn bright red." I didn't see anything I swear!" You grunt and turn to Gojo. "So what now? Do we tell everyone we survived?" 

"Hm, actually I got a better idea."

-

"Yuji wait for us in here, I need to discuss something with Y/N," Gojo spoke, quite seriously. This made you both surprised and glanced at each other. "Um alright," he said, unsure. You follow Gojo out in the hall. Not going to lie you're nervous as hell. 

He travels down the hall a little then turns to you.

"Listen," he starts. He leans down to meet you face to face. His thumb went under his blindfold and starts to lift it, making you panic. He reveals both of his eyes and they hold softness in them. 'Holy shit his eyes are so beautiful,' you thought, staring. 

"If...you ever need someone to talk to. I'm always around alright? If you just need someone to listen I can listen." Your eyes slowly widen when you understand what he's meaning. You've had these talks before. Naked body, they saw your naked body when means Gojo saw-

You immediately grab your forearm, feeling smooth skin. Not tattered in cuts or scars, your arm is good as new as if you never cut yourself.

"You saw them didn't you?" you sighed, defeated. "No point in playing dumb."

"I thought it was maybe Sukuna, but Ieiri said it was with a blade thinner than Sukuna's claws. Yes you did have cuts all over you, but the ones on your forearms were close together."

You didn't say anything but glance down at the floor. "Whatever thoughts may run through your mind, I hope you know that you can tell me when you're hurting." You didn't say anything and you just look up and smile. 

"I'll keep that in mind Gojo, thank you." 

-

And he hid you both in a secluded basement. Perfect. You were hoping you didn't get put in the basement, but whatever. Basements creep you the hell out.

You stand behind Yuji as Gojo teaches Yuji cursed energy on cans. Both were destroyed with curse energy and cursed techniques. Quite frankly you might be dumb because you don't quite get this energy stuff yet. 

'Yeah I was too busy staring and wanting to see more of the dilf Sukuna," you thought, blinking slowly. 

'What the hell is a dilf and why did you call me that?'

Your eyes widen as you hear Sukuna's deep voice rumble in your mind. Oh fuck, that's right he can read your mind. 

'A dilf is an idiot, you don't need to know,' you thought, frowning. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment and feel your heart race in panic. 'Now shut up I want to pay attention and learn about cursed energy.'

"Think of cursed energy as electricity and cursed techniques as appliances. Electricity by itself is hard to use, right? That's why we run electricity through appliances to achieve various results." 

As Gojo explains cursed energy in dumb talk, you feel as if someone is picking apart your mind. You immediately figured out who it was. You immediately tried to force him out of your mind.

'Stay the fuck out of my memories!' you screamed, trying to put up some kind of barrier around your memories. If you even can, all you're doing is imagining a barrier around your brain. You don't even know if it works or not. So you did the only thing you thought of...

You loudly thought of annoying elevator music to try to force him out.

"What the hell turn that down!"

'I'm a Barbie girl! In a Barbie world!'

"You're more of an annoyance than the brat over there!" 

"Y/N already did some of it." 

Your mind leaves your thoughts as Gojo and Yuji stare at you. "Uh what did I do?" you asked, confused. "Put curse energy into your fists, or in this case your nails. Your cursed energy came out like claws, ready to rip a Curse apart."

"How did you know that?" you asked, confused.

"Nobara told me of course. Do you have any idea why that happened?" 

"Well erm, when I saw that kid in danger I just felt anger and hatred towards the curse. I wanted to rip him to shreds and do worse." Gojo snaps his fingers in approval. "Negative emotions are the source of cursed energy," he explains. "In the incident, you two were in, you both were probably brimming with anger and fear."

"I could've told you that." 

'As if I would listen to anything you say,' you thought, watching Gojo and Yuji discuss some things. 

"You know little rabbit, you probably forgot who has your soul as we speak," his voice holds threat and venom in it. But you just smirk. 'And I think you forgot Sukuna that you made a pact to Yuji that no harm comes my way or you get punished.'

"So I just have to be constantly angry to use curse energy?" you asked Gojo.

"No not like that," he dismisses your question. "While I bet you were feeling powerful, but you were using too much. Everyone's trained to produced cursed energy using the faintest sparks of emotion. They've also trained on how to not waste cursed energy when emotions are flaring, too. There are several methods to train this. The two of you are going to train through a pretty exhausting one."

Yuji gulps and asks what kind of training. 

"Watching movies," Gojo said, smirking. 

"Watching movies?" you and Yuji asked at the same time. 

-

You focus on trying to put the curse energy into your creepy doll. Your doll is gray with bright yellow boxing gloves. You're not even paying attention to the movie as you're too intent on staring at the doll so you don't get punched in the face. 

"Huh I think I'm getting the hang of-" 

WHACK!

You were cut off when the doll punched you in the face. Yuji laughs but because he lost focus he got punched squared in the jaw. "You little shit!" you hiss, throwing the doll away from you. You were brimming with anger and sigh, trying to calm down.

"You're too focused and intense, that's why you're putting too much energy into the damn thing."

'Oh just leave me alone,' you thought, holding your nose. You stop the tears forming because that punch freaking hurt. You hear Sukuna fake coo at you, making you angry. 

"I'm trying to help you little rabbit," he faked the hurt in his voice. 

'I don't want your help, if I take your help you'll probably want me to pay you back somehow.' You sit back down on the couch and start putting the curse energy in the doll again. Again, you ignored the movie and feel intense as you try again.

"Tsk, tsk, Y/N you're supposed to be watching the movie, not glare at the doll," a voice speaks behind you.  

"Ah Gojo!" you scream, startled. The doll springs to life and punches your jaw and knocking you off the couch. "You won't get anywhere if this doesn't come to you naturally," Gojo hums. You wanted to snap and say that this isn't natural to you at all, but you just keep your mouth shut and grab the doll. 

"Yeah okay..." 

"It's okay Y/N I know you can do this," Yuji encourages you. "You're the strongest person I-GUAAH!"

Yuji gets punched in the face as Gojo sighs and leaves you two. You laugh quietly and carefully touch his cheek. "Are you okay? I swear if I wouldn't get in trouble I would burn these already," you said, pouting. He grins and holds up his thumb. 

"Tis but a flesh wound! I am a-okay!" 

You smile and this time try to focus on watching the movie this time. What you didn't know is that Yuji failed on purpose to try to make you smile. To cheer you up. Your positions on the couch shifted quite a lot well due to you getting hit too many times. 

Yuji sits on the floor as you're sprawled out on the sofa. You occasionally glance at the doll before glancing back at the movie. 

"Rabbit you're doing it again."

'My name is not rabbit, it's Y/N.'

"You need to relax more and stop being so intense." 

'Wrong person to tell that to, I'm always intense and unable to relax,' you thought. But without saying anything you do relax a bit and the movie helped with an intense scene. "Do I cut the red wire or blue wire?" the protagonist asked. You sit up, full gaze on the movie as Yuji drinks a soda. 

His head is resting between your legs as he is laid back against the couch. "Oh Y/N want a sip?" he asked, holding up his drink. 

'Boy I don't want to catch the rona-shit wait they don't have rona here,' you thought. 'It's not flu season, he's not sick eh alright.' You take the can and take a couple sips and hand it back to him. "Thanks," you thanked him and focus back on the movie. 

You notice your guy's position and smile, glancing back to the film. It reminded you of how you and your siblings, when younger, would sit in the living room and have movie nights together. Video game nights together, when life was so simple. The cheers when they would finally beat your ass at a game because you're a freaking video game champion. 

Sure it annoyed you when they would cheer for five minutes back then, but now you smile at the memory fondly. 

Also the terror when you would watch horror movies about giant cockroaches in the sewers eating humanity or snakes terrorizing people on a plane. 

'Hey guys, what's going on at home? You won't believe this but your big sister got her heart ripped out, twice. 

...

Do you miss me? I don't see why you would, I barely talked to any of you when I moved out. I distanced myself so I doubt you would even noticed I went missing, I wouldn't blame you. I miss the times we would play video games together.

I'm sorry.'

Suddenly you got punched in the face, causing you to scream in anger. The action though made you slam your legs together and crush Yuji's head between your thighs and knees. 

"What the-!? AGH!"

As soon as he was freed from your Thighs of Death, he also got punched by his doll.

Soda went flying everywhere. 

"What the hell was that Y/N?!" he asked, his face red. Damn did he get punched that many times? Why is his face so red? 

"Look I just got whacked in the face alright it was an accident!" you exclaim, holding the doll away from you in the air. It tried to swing at you so many times as you held it. "I'm sorry my thighs almost killed you."

"That is not how I want to die," he grumbles, his cheeks turning pink. 

'Huh, most guys want to die suffocated,' you thought, sitting back down. 'Ah wait girls too, can't forget about them.'

'People want to die suffocated?'

'Not now asshole!'

"Well, what should we watch next?" Yuji said, looking at the movies. "Oh how about this one!?" He holds up a movie with zombies in it and you cringe. "No thanks, I like horror but I don't do zombies," you said with distain. 

"Huh? Why not?"

"Look I did like zombies, I did, but then the thought of being torn alive, teeth sinking into your flesh as you can't do anything about it?" You shudder and hug yourself. "The more I thought about it the more I grew in fear of them, so no zombies please."

He nods and holds up a movie. 

"What's White Chick's?" he asked, confused.

"Oh my god, play it! It's a hilarious movie!"