Jujutsu Kaisen X OC (The Red String of Fate)

【 CHAPTER 11 】Sukuna's Innate Domain

Inari's POV

I groaned, sitting up as a dull ache pounded through my skull. "Ugh! Where the hell am I?" My vision swam as I scanned my surroundings—dark, damp, unsettling.

"What the fuck?!" I muttered, scrambling to my feet as getting off a pool of deep crimson liquid. My stomach twisted violently. 

Blood—

No. Upon closer inspection, it was just water.

I let out a shaky breath. "Okay, no panic. Not dead. Yet."

But the relief was short-lived because the ground beneath my feet suddenly shifted, cracking like brittle bones. I looked down.

Oh. That's because it was bones. A grotesque, twisting pathway of shattered ribs and skulls stretched endlessly before me.

"Am I inside someone's fucking body? Did someone... eat me?!"

The sheer absurdity of the situation was almost laughable—almost. 

Until I saw him.

In the distance, a lone figure stood with his back to me. Familiar. Too familiar. My breath hitched. My body moved before my brain caught up.

"No... way... YUUJI!!"

I sprinted toward him, my heart hammering against my ribs. He turned at the sound of my voice, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"Eh?! Inari!! Whoa, whoa!!" Before he could react, I crashed into him, my arms locking around his torso in a desperate, trembling embrace. He didn't hesitate to hold me just as tightly.

"You—how did you even—?"

"I-I don't know!" My voice cracked as I clung to him, pressing my forehead into his chest. "I thought you died—! Hic—Yuuji..."

My words dissolved into sobs. Ugly, gasping ones. The kind I never let anyone hear.

"Hey, hey, it's okay... I'm here now," Itadori murmured, his hands cradling my face, his thumbs brushing away my tears as more kept spilling.

"D-Don't do that to me, Yuuji!!"

"I— I won't, I promise."

But as we pulled apart, the hollow ache of longing settled deep in my chest. I opened my mouth, but before I could utter another word, Itadori surged forward, capturing my lips with his own.

I froze.

What— The actual fuck?!

His lips were warm, desperate, alive. And when his tongue brushed against mine, coaxing, pleading—I panicked.

"Ngh—Yuuji! WAIT!" I tried to push him back, frantic. My poison! This idiot! He has no self preservation! But he held me gently, yet firm, deepening the kiss with a quiet resolve.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to suppress the cursed energy laced in my lips. If I let even an ounce slip—

Itadori didn't care. His hands held me as if I'd vanish if he let go. His lips moved with a hunger that sent a wildfire burning through my veins.

"Nnnh! Hngh!" I gasped, and he swallowed the sound, his tongue tangling with mine in a messy, desperate dance.

Tears streamed down my face as I let him—as I gave in. My body shook with unspoken grief, my fingers twisting into his uniform, clinging to the warmth of him.

"Mhmp...Haah...." I broke the kiss first, gasping, my forehead resting against his as we fought for air.

Itadori's eyes, wild with emotion, locked onto mine.  "I'm sorry... I couldn't resist," he whispered, guilt flickering in his gaze. I shook my head, exhaling a watery laugh. "It's okay..."