Teacher!Ryomen Sukuna // 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞?[💞🌧️❤️‍🔥]

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Jujustu Teacher!Sukuna x Reincarnated!M!Reader


!! Fluff n' some angst -- Sukuna just can't communicate is feewings 😣!!

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Sukuna remembers you vividly from the past; from that time 1000 years ago. How could he forget? Such a flamboyant character, – power exuded with every step, the earth seeming to shake with every fall of your foot. A wandering swordsman: a rather powerful sorcerer who curiously didn't belong to any one clan. You'd spend your days traversing the earth, sleeping in the empty shrines near villages, taking commissions and odd jobs from just about everyone– human or not.


Sukuna found it odd how you didn't align yourself with the standard belief of sorcerers: you were benevolent to cursed spirits like him, you didn't have the sudden impulse to exorcize, to destroy. Perhaps it was your lack of loyalty to a clan, or the fact that curses could offer prices just as good– if not better, than humans. Either way, it was quite interesting when you crossed paths for the first time; him, the terrifying, all powerful King of Curses, – four arms and two grotesque faces, towering over you, a humble traveler, – and you just stood there, – smiling, at him, – the rumored monster of Ryomen Sukuna.

He was absolutely astounded, – had this guy not an ounce of fear? The singlest shred of self-preservation? You should be screaming– running, – begging at his feet for mercy, – not making small talk


"Nice weather, huh?"

"Excuse me? It's pouring"

"Oh, I hadn't noticed 😋"

He could sense a staggering amount of cursed energy from you, much more than the average sorcerer– let alone human.

            "Nice jugs btw"

"???"


Bud was flabbergasted – he could only watch you walk away with a big grin on your face. Later that evening he had to bring it up to Uruame, who was cooking up the latest harvest of human bones:

"He said you had a nice chest."

"Huh, usually one would think to say that to a woman–"

"Perhaps the sorcerer thought you were a woman"

"What."

Ever since he's had an affinity for you, a fascination... an obsession. He needed to know everything about you, – your goal, your motives, your desires, your deepest and darkest of fears, – the most depraved of thoughts of this strange sorcerer who had the gaul to compliment his chest like he was some kind of street whore.


He ran into you the next day at the same village, just as you were about to leave. You acted so nonchalant, like he was just another acquaintance, it was truly fascinating and... dare Sukuna say, endearing. He initially went there to kill you for your audacity from yesterday, yet he ended up only shit-talking the village folk wit you, – the old swordsmith who swore there were devils living in his chimney, - the old woman by the creek who was rumored to drown passerbys in the water next to her tiny abode, - the sleazy thug of a priest who thought it was funny to scam you for cleaning his shrine free of charge (whom Sukuna ended up gutting shortly afterwards). The curse was left to, yet again, return back to Uruame with new rantings of you

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