warning: mentions of self-harm

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Gojo kicked your ass in training and you wanted something to drink. Well no you and Gojo are sitting beside each other and enjoying a drink together. Well you are, you have a feeling he's trying to get you drunk so you can spill your secrets. 

"Are you from space?" he asked, intrigued.

"No," you grumble, pouring yourself your sixth glass. 

"You're not from around here, and I don't mean in the sense that you're also a foreigner," he hums, drinking as well. You finished your sixth glass and he pours you a seventh glass. The jokes on him, you've been drinking for a while and built your alcohol tolerance. So he's secretly shocked that you haven't spilled any beans yet from how much you drank. 

It's late as the two of you just talk, everyone else is sleeping. Only a small light came from the lamp in the room and between you two is a small table. It's low enough that you can just sit on the floor and it's the perfect height. 

"Come on why don't you just tell me!?" he whines, gripping his hair. 

"You're a smart handsome man, you'll figure it out," you grumble. "Just know that when you do, don't freak out too much, and don't tell anyone."

"You think I'm smart and handsome?" he asked, grinning. 

"Why not? Your face is handsome and....what was I saying?" you asked, feeling the alcohol now. He also drinks too and his cheeks start turning pink. "You were telling me where you came from."

"Sweetheart, if I could tell you I would," you answer, your words slurring a bit. Your cheeks are also turning pink as you two sit there. 

"Oh come on mama, tell me and maybe I'll give you a little reward," he spoke a little flirty. You giggle a bit and lean into your head, trying to stop your head from slamming onto the table. 

"And if I don't give you what you want, you'll spank me?" 

"Oh don't tempt me, princess." You just hum and smirk, while downing the seventh glass. "I can tell you're the bratty type." 

"Mm, maybe to you I would be a brat." 

"Please don't there are already enough brats around me," he sighs dramatically. "What like Yuji?" He shrugs his shoulders and pulls up his headband to peek at you with one eye. "You mean the one you like to protect, yeah him too."

You sense a tone in his voice, you couldn't quite place it. But it sure as hell wasn't a friendly tone that you're overprotective of Yuji. So before you even know it you said,

"Listen the first time I met Yuji I knew that if anything happened to him I would kill the whole world and then myself. He's a good kid, innocent, and wholesome. So yeah maybe I can get a bit overprotective of him. Also Megumi and Nobara, they're my children, and should anything happen to my children I will burn this planet down." 

"Yikes thank god you don't have that kind of power."

By the time you two got to your 15th drink, Gojo is passed out on the floor. You smile, watching him, and get up to grab a blanket. You toss the blanket over him, barely covering his large body. You stumble around a bit, washing the glasses you two drank.

Your ears did pick up the sounds of footsteps running away, they were quiet but you were able to hear them. You peer down the halls and find no one there.

"Must be so drunk I might be hearing things," you grumble. 

It wouldn't surprise you if you started hearing things as well. You've always seen and heard things that weren't there. Your feet carry you to your room, even using the wall as your support. "Okay doing good, just keep heading forward," you mumble. You open the door to your room and enter, closing it behind you.

"Oh hey Y/N what are you doing here?"

Your eyes widen and you turn around to see Yuji sitting there, smiling. You blink a couple of times before looking back at the door and then back to Yuji.

'I was sure this was my room!' you thought, feeling your legs buckle underneath you a bit. "Uh I thought this was my room," you said, slowly. "Don't worry I'll just go back to my room."

"Wait hey, I actually want to talk. I can't sleep and well I just want someone to talk to."

"Oh? Well um let me change into my pajamas and I'll come back alright. I don't think I'll be able to sleep either." He nods as you leave and stumble back to your room. You changed into a large black shirt, some shorts, and some socks and fumble around the room. You know you bought it when you were hanging out with Yuji, where...

"Here you are," you whisper, pulling a razor blade from underneath your mattress. You sigh, taking your entire arm out of your sleeve, and stare at the scars on your upper forearm.

Emotionless, your eyes water as you brace yourself for the hurt you would inflict upon yourself.

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"So what did you want to talk about?" you asked, entering Yuji's room again.

"Have you read these comic books? They're so boring I need to talk to someone about it." He hands you the comic book and your face scrunches up in disgust. "Ew, I have plenty of comic book recommendations than this one."

"I know right?! I would talk to Megumi but he brushes me off and Nobara kicked me out of her room." 

You sit on the edge of his bed, feeling that it feels soft than your own hard bed. "At least when they get shows and adaptations sometimes they'll be better than the source material. But that's a given just like the comic book Till Our Day's Last-"

"Ah the comic book was terrible, but the show was amazing!" 

"It seriously was!" you said, getting excited. It was almost midnight but here you are with a rush of energy. "The way they made the characters seem more human and likable!"

"And how the threats to their world were actually threats and the characters were not OP's!" Yuji said, his eyes sparkling. You held your hands up, smiling big. "I'm so glad I have someone else to talk about this with!" you said, smiling. 

"Shut up!" Megumi's voice is heard on the other side of the door. "You guys are too loud, I can hear you two, two bedrooms over!" You two remain quiet for ten seconds and giggle among yourselves. Time passes by as you guys talk about comics, manga anime, movies, and just anything in general. Now here you two are, lying on his bed staring at his ceiling. 

The room starts spinning a bit as you feel the alcohol kick in hard. 'I shouldn't have almost drank the whole bottle,' you thought, feeling your cheeks flush. Your head rests on his pillow as his head is resting on the bottom side of the bed. Luckily his feet are just resting on the headboard and not on the pillows next to your face. You did fix the blanket so that your feet are not in his face either. 

His phone is playing a song about flaming hot Cheetos or something. You guy's have calmed down a bit and you're starting to feel your eyes get heavy with sleep.

"You know, I still can't believe you're 22," he said out loud. "You're just so energetic like someone my age, ya know once you open up of course."

"I'm sorry but do you picture twenty year old's wrinkly and dead on the inside?" you asked, giggling a bit. Well, he wouldn't be wrong exactly, but still people your age know how to have fun. 

"It's just, every adult I met well besides Gojo-sensei has always been serious," he mumbles. "I sometimes worry that I will stop having fun when I am a full-on adult." You sit up and smile at him.

"Oh Yuji you don't have to worry about that," you said as soft as you can. "It mostly depends on who you know. My friends, most of them are in their thirties. They're adults, but they know how to have fun. Some love playing with Legos, some video games like me, we still try to enjoy life." He went quiet and he turns his gaze away from you.

"Do...you think I'll live to be an adult?" 

Your eyes widen and soften. You adjust your position so you're laying beside him, your gaze above his. He still didn't turn to face you as you hover above him.

"I will do everything I can to make sure you live a full life. Even if... Yuji you don't deserve to have this all happen to you, you're just a kid. I will protect you."

'I wasn't protected...but I will make sure you will be,' your thoughts haunt you. Memories of your old life resurface and you force them back down. Don't think about them, don't bring them up. 

"Hm, you'll protect me?" he asked, amused. 

"Your damn right I will and it doesn't matter if Sukuna, curses, or even this damn school gets in my way. You will get the happy life you deserve." He blinks in surprise and starts laughing. "You're like a fierce mama bear" he laughs. "Otherwise why would you be so protective of me?"

'You were my comfort character. I'm only repaying for the times you saved me.'

"I'd like to think of myself as a fierce tiger," you said, lightly whacking his chest. His chuckles die down as you glance outside to see the full moon. "I wasn't...I didn't have a good life Yuji I just don't want you to end up like me."

"What? What do you mean you don't want me to end up like you?"

"I....ah forget it..." 

He goes quiet as you avoid his eyes. You couldn't stop a tear from escaping your eyes as you stare at the moon. Yuji sits up, almost meeting your eyes but you avoid them. You glance to your lap as you feel his arms wrap around your torso. Your bottom lip trembles as he hugs you tight and you almost break down crying. But you did what you did best, lock your feelings away. 

"I don't know what happened to you in your life," he mumbles. "But I'm glad I have a guardian angel watching over me." 

You smile and enjoy being in his warmth. 

- 

It's now two in the morning and the two of you still are not tired. Thankfully Yuji didn't press any answers from you about your previous life. But now his body is laying across the bed with his head hanging off the bed. You are resting against the wall, reading a manga he has.

It's about high school students surviving against zombies. Right now they figured out the zombies are attracted to hearing.

"Why are late night talks always depressing?" Yuji asked, honestly wanting to know. 

"Because we are vulnerable in the night and we are exposed," you answer. "Honestly I don't fucking know I just know late night talks are the most exposed people will be." 

"Yeah, reminds me of this friend I had. As soon as it turned midnight she said she killed a man."

"What?" you asked, laughing. "Tell me this was a joke."

"Well I wish, turns out she did kill him and dumped him in a river." Complete and utter silence. "Long story short, we're not friends anymore." 

"Yikes dude."

You put the manga down and move away from the wall to stretch. "Gosh it's getting so late, I should go."  He whines saying, "Noooo I'm not tired yet." He sits up as you play through your phone. What you're actually doing is seeing how different this world is. 

'Please let BTS still be here, please let BTS still be here,' you pray as you search up the name. 'FUCK YES THEY'RE HERE! Oh thank god I still have their music, I would've gone batshit insane.'

"Oh you know BTS?" Yuji asked.

"Know them? Fuck yeah I know them I practically listen to them 24/7." Suddenly Yuji holds up a switch and has two controllers in his hand. 

"Wanna Smash?" he asked, all happily and innocently. "You said you play video games right? Have you played Smash bros?"

You bit your lower lip trying to not laugh at the other meaning for the word. "Yes Yuji I played Smash bros. However I won't go easy on you, I'm going to destroy you." He has a competitive smirk on his face and boot up the game. 

It was a competitive game, you two struggling to stay quiet. Whenever one of you said something it came out as a quiet scream. "No, no, no stop Falcon punching me!" you hissed, pressing a bunch of buttons.

"Then stop swallowing me hole and stealing my power!" he hissed, mashing buttons. 

Yeah you're glad no one can hear you.

It came to a tie, making you both groan. "You won't be so lucky next time kid," you sighed. He waves you off as he charges the almost dead controllers.  "Yeah, yeah I think your skills are lacking grandma, I thought you were the best," he smirked. "Wouldn't you have wiped the floor with me if you were?"

"Grandma?!" you asked, raising your brow. "That's it brat." 

You booted the game up again and this time when you played against him, you demolished him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he said, surprised as hell. "Were you going easy on me this whole time!?"

"Yep," you said, popping the 'p.'

After that, you two are starting to get tired. It's almost four in the morning.

Yuji rests his chin on your shoulder, getting tired. "I think... I don't think I can stay up any longer," he mutters. You glance up to his face and see his eyes flutter shut. "If you're going to sleep on my shoulder don't drool on me," you grunt. 

He falls backwards, snoring loudly as his body is sprawled out on his bed. You giggle softly and cover him with his blanket.  You lean down and press a kiss against his cheek.

"Goodnight kid," you whisper. 

It was something you'd do for your siblings, whenever they needed some help sleeping or a nightmare. But now that they were grown up they didn't need your kisses anymore to feel better. You made sure he was comfortable before heading back to your room as well. 

'Hey guy's I had so much fun tonight. Are you all okay? How is home? Are you all getting along? I wish I can see if you're all okay... Before I even got to see you one last time, I was taken to another world. I'm sorry I wasn't the best sister to you.

I miss you...'

Sukuna's p.o.v

Sukuna's eye twitches as he felt a light pressure against his lips. He opens his eyes slowly, trying to figure out what happened. What was the brat doing? Was he making out with his pillows again? 

No the pressure would've needed to be on Yuji's cheek, so what happened?

He struggled to sleep because you and him were laughing like hyenas.

"Goodnight kid."

Sukuna opens his one eye on Yuji's cheek and sees you retreating out of Yuji's room. 'The girl kissed his cheek, not realizing she was also kissing me,' Sukuna thought, chuckling a bit. It was amusing, seeing how affectionate you are to the brat and at times you are affection to him as well even without realizing it.

He wonders what would you do if you noticed he can feel everything you did to the brat in certain areas.