Jujutsu Kaisen X OC (The Red String of Fate)

【 CHAPTER 14 】His Fangs, My Fate

Inari's POV

A sharp pain jolted me awake from my peaceful slumber, and I instinctively clamped my hand over my mouth.

I sat up abruptly, my stomach twisting into a knot that sent me bolting towards the bathroom like a woman on a mission—except that mission was just me trying not to die at 3 AM.

"Ugh... Argh!!" I groaned dramatically, barely making it to the sink before my body decided to betray me in the most violent way possible.

"Hhhrkk!!— BLEEGHHH!!"

After what felt like a lifetime of suffering (probably just a few minutes, but still), I leaned against the counter, gasping for air. 

My hand shook as I reached for my phone, my blurry eyes barely registering the date on the screen.

"Okay, okay, don't panic, don't—" I inhaled sharply. "Wait. I can't possibly be pregnant, right?! I've taken my tablets properly! I HAVE BEEN A RESPONSIBLE ADULT!"

Silence. Just me and my intrusive thoughts staring at each other in the mirror like some kind of horror movie reveal.

My stomach churned again, but this time, not from nausea.

With a growing sense of dread, I lifted my nightdress slightly, and my heart stopped.

A tattoo. Sukuna's tattoo. On my chest.

"Nope." I yanked my dress back down, turned off the bathroom light, and climbed right back into bed. "This is a dream. It's fine. I'm fine."

I wasn't fine.

Five minutes later, I was sneaking into the secret basement room where Itadori was kept. 

(Which, by the way, I'm still questioning why the hell we have a whole-ass basement prison for him like he's some Victorian ghost bride, but whatever.)

The door was already open, and inside, Itadori and Gojo were watching some ridiculous action movie.

"Aaarghh!! Uuff!!" Itadori yelped as the toy he was holding unexpectedly punched him in the face. (Why does he own that? Who gave him that?)

"Who is it?!" he groaned, rubbing his cheek.

"Inari, what's wrong?" Gojo asked, peering at me over the rim of his sunglasses. "What are you doing here so late at night?" Itadori added confused.

Gojo grinned. "Do you want Onii-Chan to sleep with you?"

I ignored him because my brain was still actively short-circuiting. I walked in and clenched the strap of my dress and bra together tightly, my fingers trembling slightly.

"Satoru," I said in a strained voice. "I need to show you something."

"Hey, what are you—" Gojo began, but then his voice just... stopped. Which is rare. That alone should have been a sign of how bad things were.

I lowered the strap just enough to expose the mark on my chest. It wasn't some cute, mysterious birthmark, either. No, it was Sukuna's actual cursed markings—on my body.

Gojo's sunglasses slid down his nose. "Huh. Well, that's new."

"HOW?!" I screeched, my panic skyrocketing. "WHAT KIND OF NIGHTMARE SITCOM IS THIS?! WHY DO I HAVE HIS TATTOO?!"

Gojo, ever the unhelpful menace, hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe you and Sukuna got matching tattoos in your sleep? That would be kinda romantic, huh?"

"Shut UP!"

Meanwhile, Itadori, bless his dumbass soul, finally decided to catch up. "Wait... since when did you have Sukuna's tattoos?"

I slowly turned to look at him. The sheer level of stupidity in that single question nearly made me pass out on the spot.