「 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 」

[kugisaki]

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[kugisaki]

Just because I prefer him to you doesn't mean I want to marry him, dumbass.

[ it's not like she wants to marry you either, sukuna!!!!! ]

You do, actually. I think you could get arrested for public indecency if you go into shops or public transport dressed like that. Just go into Itadori's drawers and put on some proper clothes.

[thousand]

Ah, so you are saying you do wish to be my bride. Such protest, and for what?

[ Ok he got dressed, ie: "URAUME, CLOTHING, I REQUIRE IT!" ]

I will leave you in charge of choosing locations, I do not care for such things, being a man.

[ He'll probably think Louis Vuitton is "for peasants" until they bring him complimentary champagne and snacks, then he'll be fine. ]

[kugisaki]

[ that's not what she's... he's SO annoying that she might miss itadori a little bit. not that she'd ever admit that to herself. ]

That's not what means either. 💢 I'm only doing it to keep Fushiguro company.

[ and to keep her credit squeaky clean.

also, she doesn't think twice (even though she really, really should) before barging into itadori's room two minutes later; but sukuna must've heard her coming. she's wearing particularly heavy platform boots today!!

the door is pushed open – and not kicked, as it often is in kugisaki fashion. he's actually clothed, thankfully, though it's a little chilly this time of year so she's in layers— a light beige coat over an expensive hoodie that had no business being that pricy and brown tweed pants. ]

We're going to Shinjuku. Fushiguro will be meeting us there. [ maybe. he hasn't responded to any of her texts yet, still..... ]

[thousand]

Eh. [ Sukuna's been— lounging on Yuji's bed. Reclining. As if he's on his throne of ridiculous skulls. He's looking like a bit of a Shibuya boy himself today (limited options ok— Yuji's clothing fits him somewhat better than it fits Yuji; there's a curious physiological shift when Sukuna takes over; broadening, lengthening; like the muscles themselves obey the consciousness who has taken up the reins. Uraume probably zoomed over to dress him themselves, because Sukuna ("this is unmanly, where is my servant" - Sukuna, 2021) isn't very into doing menial things for himself.

Fortunately for everyone, he's no longer in a robe. Dark, fitted jeans and a sweater (the black lines of his markings peeking out from the collar like tiger-stripes) seem a little simple on him, considering the fact that he's usually in a kimono, but fortunately shoulders as broad as Sukuna's tend to wear anything rather regally. He's also got a rather tailored black coat, that definitely does not belong to Yuji; an Uraume purchase, no doubt.

He eyes Kugisaki. ]

Shinjuku? [ A bit of a grunt. ] Fine by me.

[ He rolls to his feet, shoulders rotating, clicking into place, and he turns red eyes on her once again, an eyebrow arching along with the stripes of his face.

He pauses, watches her, then: ] Evening, madam.

[ He's being facetious, and even throws in a courtly little bow there. But he regards her in that imperious way of his and then smiles, abruptly. The courtliness actually is more a part of his manner; there is something old fashioned about Sukuna, regardless of how much he looks like a delinquent yakuza; something of a different era hangs about his speech, in the way he stands; in all aspects of him. ]

It is a wise decision. To follow me. [ Not that she's agreed to it yet, but he's pretty sure he's got this in the bag. ]

[kugisaki]

[ as much as she is full of herself, she is also clever and self-aware; she notices things. she knows when sukuna comes out to play, and it's when only fushiguro is around. she knows this because she's never had the displeasure of speaking with him face to face; she would normally be insulted, really, but she rather enjoys not being on the king of curses' radar. nobara has only really interacted with him through text — through itadori's phone — and it's mostly when she's angry, really that he comes out to even say anything, or you know, call her foolish because he's going to eat her ice cream anyway.

so this is a first, and it doesn't dawn on her until she looks at itadori, really looks at him. only then does she sees it; that it's not itadori at all. that's an entirely different person— that's ryomen sukuna in the flesh. nobara, however, doesn't feel an ounce of fear when the realization hits her (then again, is she even capable of feeling such a thing???) and what she feels is more akin to bewilderment, with a hint of amusement.

because the almighty sukuna looks like every other trendy teenager that takes the ginza subway-line from shibuya to asakusa — and then he opens his mouth again, and he sounds exactly what he's supposed to sound like; ancient and all-knowing. sinister, yet playful. 100% annoying.

her nose scrunches up in disgust, even as he shoots a smile her way. she doesn't return the bow either. ]

Gross. Don't call me that. [ madam. ] Especially in public. Kugisaki is fine.

[ she doesn't move from the doorway and waits for him to follow her out of the room instead– opting to study the outline of the curse's features on itadori's face from afar. he looks taller, somehow, but she suspects that must be due to his shoulders that seem to have lost their slouch. the bridge of his nose is wider, his pupils are larger and they are inhumanely red. ]

And don't be delusional. I never said I would follow you. [ a scoff, the roll of her eyes — before she's turning on her heels and peering at him over her shoulder. ] Well? Let's get a move on. I thought you wanted me out of these rags.

[thousand]

You know— [ Why is he so loud... voice booms as he strides along to catch up with her (not a particularly difficult feat because he's a good head and shoulders taller than she is). ] In my day, women would be stoned to death for such insolence. However I must say, Kugisaki-chan, I rather enjoy your spirit.

[ Just had to throw that in there, and he looks down at her with a crook of an eyebrow. Good luck making him look any less suspicious than he already does; the face tattoos are going to stand out regardless of where he goes, and if anything, he looks like a particularly nasty young yakuza wannabe; the type that starts fights with old ladies in convenience stores when they click their tongues at him in disapproval.

Also— adds the chan there, to her name, because apparently this is how he talks to women (it could either be a bit of latent misogyny or the fact that he is honestly older than the oldest ojiji in the country, and something of that tends to show in his conversation style). Either way, he seems to be in an excellent mood; shoulders squared, chin tilted back as they exit the main building.

He stands, hands on hips in the middle of the school courtyard. ]

Where is the station? Is that not how you peasants do your traveling in this age?

[ He looks back at Kugisaki, over his shoulder. ]

I wish to take this train.

[ He thumbs his chin in thought, the dark markings on his face pulling, making the expression seem even more comical on him; his features emphasised as they shift like a creature's pelt. Even here, even in the present-day's fashion; he seems like something else. Not entirely human, and poorly disguised. ]

[kugisaki]

[ nobara makes a face at his comment, eyebrow twitching with vexation. this change in expression was more subtle in comparison to the outright cringe her features contort into when he calls her kugisaki-chan— ]

I'm going to be honest: being stoned to death would have been preferable to you calling me that. Please don't do it again.

[ somewhere out there, one (1) nanami kento would have been proud because she's starting to sound like him, in some ways. perhaps she hangs around him too much, because now she's wary of the lack of hostility coming from sukuna. is he usually this jolly?

cue her firing a quick text to fushiguro asking if this is what he's usually like before they get to the front gate and she commits to being seen with... this strange man who has strange black markings on his face (as far as everyone can see, anyway). ]

I can't wait for you to ride the subway so you eat your words.

[ about calling them peasants — listen. she agrees that SOME humans are peasants, attitude-wise but not all humans, okay sukuna. nobara also somehow ended up lagging behind him, so she takes the opportunity to get ahead of him when he stands there waiting for her.

she finally leads him out of school grounds and the closer they get to the subway station, the more crowded the swarm of people gets so she unfortunately stays close to him. she has to keep him on a short leash after all so she tugs on the fabric of his sleeve to pull him back.

she speaks loud enough for just sukuna to hear her, and low enough for strangers not to: ] Act normal. And if anybody looks at you for too long, don't cause a scene either.

[ is she threatening him? maybe ]