𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭 || JJK: Yuuji Itadori/Sukuna Ryomen Fanfiction

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❝Sukuna... is my second personality.❞

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I was right.

Yuuji avoided (Y/n)'s gaze, afraid of what she might think of him now that she knew about his "condition". The girl was shocked of what he said, too. She never thought of Yuuji having multiple personalities being true.

"How about the, uh, tattoos?"

The boy sighs quietly then reaches for his friend's hand. The tip of her fingers ghost over the bridge of his nose. "Oh," she mutters, "concealer." How did I not notice this before?

"Mhmm." Gently, he puts (Y/n)'s hand down. He waits for her reaction, but even after seconds had already passed, she still isn't saying anything. A full minute goes by until (Y/n) finally talks.

"Since when?" She queries, her eyes constantly darting to the doorway just in case someone's about to walk in. Yuuji shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know. He's just... suddenly there."

Something must've happened to him back when I haven't found him yet.

"But it's okay!" The boy exclaims, noticing the worried crease on (Y/n)'s brows. "I can handle him, it's not like he's constantly wanting to take over my body or anything."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep!"

It didn't look like Yuuji was lying... to (Y/n) at least. His wholesome grin gave her a bit of reassurance that he was truly alright. She was certain of his case now, but more questions filled her head: how does it work? Does his second personality have a trigger?

The boy places himself beside her stunned figure. "How did you meet him by the way?"

"I uh..." (Y/n) stammers, "I ran into him last night--"

"Was he in a fight?"

Yuuji refers to Sukuna as if they're both completely different people. (Y/n) sneaks a glance at the bright-haired teenager, who's already continuing the work she had just neglected minutes ago. In a way, they are.

"Yeah."

"He always gets into fights."

Yuuji sighs as he adjusts his hoodie to cover the band-aid on his neck. He pours the tomato sauce into a pot while (Y/n) takes care of the pasta. Now that the atmosphere turned peaceful, Yuuji's company -- how close he was standing beside her and the fact that they're cooking together just hit her... These thoughts mixed with her wild imagination about his dual personality, it's honestly so difficult not to be flustered. (Y/n)'s eyes would constantly dart to his hands, which looked manlier now that she's looking at them up close.

I wonder what he's thinking of right now.

She lights up the stove and let the pasta sit inside the pot, then she goes to peek over Yuuji's shoulder from behind him.

Is he thinking of me?

"Does this look good enough to you?" The boy raises a question, his figure moving aside for (Y/n) to see his work. She nods in approval, "Looks good to me!"