Third POV
"Your scream filled the entire woods, kid"
The sound of someone walking through the snow can be heard. The wolves began to growl at it bit then cower at the aura of the person- no...
The kid widened his eyes... perhaps he accidentally called out something worse than the predators. He called the devil himself. The aura of malice filled the place, as the wolves ran away with tails between their legs.
The moon shines on the man- no... a curse in front of him. He often heard the rumor about a man with 4 arms, and 2 faces killing people in the woods. He never took the rumor seriously... till now... here he is, The King of curses in the flesh
His tiny body trembles, unable to move. The cold weather makes his shivering worse, and now his body starts to become numb
Ryoumen Sukuna, The King of curses. He is currently in his human form. About 175 cm tall, with salmon pink hair, a veil on his curse-marked face with 4 vertical eyes symbols on the white veil, he's wearing a white kimono with blue-gold obi, a black scarf around his neck, and he looks normal with 2 arms. Despite wearing a veil, he knows that Sukuna is currently looking at him
He stares at the man's veiled face without blinking or breaking away his gaze - this is the child's way to protect himself from danger- to be brave. He refuses to look away. He didn't know that his stares were nothing to The King Of Curses. Sukuna just does not give a damn
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Sukuna hummed at the sight of a 6-year-old boy in front of him, recognizing him. "You're the six eyes brat"
With wide eyes, he tried so hard to remain confident, but his shivering body says otherwise
"W-Who said that I was the six eyes?", he stutters.
Sukuna scoffs, "You can't fool me brat. White hair, blue eyes, well-tailored kimono, are all traits of Gojo's clan. And curse energy like that? I'm not blind, I can see you're the brat with six eyes and infinity"
"...Well... I'm not gonna let you eat me! I swear, I'm not delicious! I'm skinny! A-and taste bitter!", the kid said with fake confidence
"What?", Sukuna looks startled and scandalous by The Gojo's kid accusations, then laughs
"Me? Eat who? You?", Sukuna laughed again like it was the funniest thing he heard in years
He stares at Sukuna with wide eyes. He trembled even more because of Sukuna's creepy laughter
"Yeah! Why else you would come all the way here to this place?", He says in a trembling tone while he holds his bleeding calf wound, as a tear rolls down his cheeks
Sukuna ticked and whacked him on the head. "That's not how you talked to your elders, brat!", Sukuna scoffs, scolding the kid. It almost reminded Gojo of his mother. "You scream like you've been skinned alive. Of course, I need to come and take a look! Besides, I don't kill snotty brats like you"
Little Gojo stares at the curse with watery eyes. It reminded him so much of his mother when she scolded him. He wants his mother right now. He just wants the comforting, warm touch of his mother at home
He starts to sniffle a little bit, trying not to cry in front of Sukuna. He covers his wound and then hugs himself while his chattering teeth make a loud noise
"O-oi I didn't hit you that hard! Why are you crying?!", Sukuna looks flustered and clearly has 0 experience in handling children crying
Gojo sobs and stares back at Sukuna. His wound starts to sting, and the pain is unbearable. And Sukuna's scolding just made the wound worse
Sukuna looked frustrated, he clicked his tongue. "Tch- you're such a brat", He sighed and walked closer to Gojo's figure
Gojo stares at Sukuna who walking closer to him. He feels a wave of fear rushing to his body from head to toe. He tried not to scream while his heart rate increased. The shivering just got worse - from the snow, the stinging wound, and fear. The kid feels like he's going to faint from anxiety
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His fear didn't come true, he expected Sukuna would kill him or something, but no. The man is carrying him in a princess carry, carefully not touching his wound. Sukuna is so warm, despite wearing thin clothing
Gojo stares up at the curse, with wide eyes, and is utterly confused. The warmth that Sukuna offers is unexpectedly comforting. He feels like a child being warmed under his mother's blanket- the feeling of being safe and not afraid. His trembling starts to calm down, breathing a little bit slower. He feels safe in The King Of Curse's hands
Sukuna sighed, "Brat".
He muttered, then carried him somewhere. Satoru didn't know where, but he's too tired to care
Gojo feels so sleepy. Being warm and comfortable, his eyelids are getting heavy. He rests his head on Sukuna's shoulder while his body gets limp. Without realizing it, the warmth is lulling him to sleep
~to be continued~
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