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    “You’re very well behaved for a guy who can’t keep his eyes off my tits or my ass for five whole seconds.”

    Shit. I didn’t think...”

    “Didn’t think I noticed?” Gojou fills in after a moment. “You weren’t subtle. I’ve wondered if you’d ever do something about it. I gave you plenty of chances. Left my bedroom door open most nights, curious if you’d slip right in and have your way with your poor, helpless teacher—”

    Yuuji’s hips buck, the flushed head of his cock peeking out of the water.

    “Well, hello there,” Gojou says. A lazy curl of her thumb prods the side of it, and Yuuji bites the inside of his cheek until the skin threatens to split. “Is that how you like your girls, Yuuji? Sleeping sweet and ripe for the taking?”

    “No! No, sensei, I—”

    “Ssh.” Gojou kisses the skin behind his ear, so gentle that it shocks Yuuji out of his head. “I know, I know. You’re a good boy. And good boys get rewards.”

    Her hand wraps around the base of his cock.

    Satoru rewards her favorite student for his hard work with a night at the onsen—or maybe she's rewarding herself with her favorite student.

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    Pink, is his first thought.

    Bright, fairy-floss pink. A color Satoru knows in every one of its variations, in sunlight and moonlight and complete darkness, all of them burned into his brain. A precise shade he’s only ever seen on one person.

    Startled brown eyes peer at him from less than an inch away—two pairs of eyes, living brown with specks of ruddy red.

    They used to be gold, those specks.

    “You’re fast,” says the thing with Yuuji’s face made older and Yuuji’s eyes turned stranger. It smiles, the expression unspeakably alien, unbearably familiar. “Are you like me then?”

    “Yuuji,” Satoru breathes, even though it’s not, it’s not— “Yuuji.”

    All four of those eyes widen.

    “You know my name,” it says. “I’m sorry about this, but who are you?”

    Satoru loves a boy to death. He comes back wrong.

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    “What are you doing to my cute little student, Mum?” says a semi-familiar, impossible voice. “And why are you wearing Suguru-kun?”

    The parasite’s face is frozen in an expression that’s half shock, half rapture. “Oh? What is this?”

    Why is the wrong question, I guess,” the newcomer says, and it’s there again, a pervasive sense of wrongness at the sound of that familiar–unfamiliar voice. “How? When, maybe.”

    “Not quite.” The parasite’s grin widens, exposing a revolting amount of teeth. It’s an expression of pure delight, utterly deranged. “When isn’t enough either. Gojou Satoru is your student, you said? That doesn’t sound right to me.”

    “That so?” the newcomer says mildly. One of the hands on Satoru’s shoulder slides along the slope of it, gently skimming up the side of his neck to fist tightly in his hair. His head is yanked back, the world briefly a blur. “He has grown a bit. What have you gotten yourself into now, Satoru?”

    Just as the Prison Realm ensnares Satoru, Yuuji switches places with his older self from an alternate dimension—one where he’s Satoru’s teacher.

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    “How was it, swapping bodies with Yuuta?”

    “Weird,” Yuuji says plainly. “But not as weird as swapping with Kusakabe-sensei. At least Okkotsu-senpai is about my height, even though his body’s pretty different. Anyway, you’d know, right? You swapped with him too.”

    “Still envious about that?”

    “I’m not envious!”

    “Jealous then.”

    “Sensei!”

    “Don’t worry,” Gojou says. “I’m about to let you inside me in a much more fun way.”

    Yuuji slips out of his stretch, nearly landing on the ground on his face. His catches himself on both hands instead, sputtering, “Wh—you—huh?!”

    “Get your mind out of the gutter,” Gojou chides, watching Yuuji scramble back onto his feet with mean mirth sparkling in his eyes. He slides a hand into his pocket, and it emerges with something that glints tellingly. “Here, take this.”

    Yuuji takes the knife by the blade, flipping it to grip the handle once Gojou lets go. It’s a long hunting knife, the blade sharp and gleaming, but no cursed energy flows through it.

    “You…brought us out here to teach me knife-fighting?”

    Yuuji kisses his teacher for the first time while wrist-deep in his gut.

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    Soft, yielding warmth presses up against Yuuji’s arm. “Do you know why they all believe you’re older, Yuuji?”

    Fuck, Yuuji thinks, her eyes falling helplessly to Gojou’s chest—and the cleavage now split around Yuuji’s arm.

    Before she’s even processed that, there’s a touch on her stomach. She pries her eyes away from Gojou’s tits to blink down at the palm splayed over her bare belly.

    It's scorching.

    “It’s these,” Gojou whispers right into Yuuji’s ear, her fingers flexing like they’re groping Yuuji’s abs. “Girls your age don’t have muscles like these. Wouldn’t have thought you were hiding a six-pack under all those hoodies.”

    “Don’t you like it, sensei?”

    A husky laugh breaks against Yuuji’s ear. “Oh, I like it quite a lot. But you’re at that age where kids get the strangest ideas about what to do and how to look. Don’t they bully you for it?”

    Yuuji runs into her high school teacher at a lesbian bar. Neither of them should be there, but that’s only the first in a long chain of bad decisions with heady consequences.

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    "It wouldn’t be very sporting of me to break you before we even start.”

    “Start what?”

    Sukuna tilts his head to the side, with an eerily serene smile. “Let’s call it a game. Who’ll lose first—you or Fushiguro Megumi?”

    “Leave Fushiguro out of this!”

    Sukuna spreads his arms, the gesture more mocking than grand. He’s not wearing Fushiguro’s uniform anymore; he’s not wearing much of anything, just a pair of hakama. And Yuuji hates that he knows exactly what the bastard isn’t saying.

    Fushiguro is already in this.

    And it’s Yuuji’s fault.

    “What a pathetic face,” Sukuna says softly. “We haven’t even started. Don’t bore me already.”

    “You—”

    Sukuna strips.

    It only takes a second. A pass of his hand, and his pants pool at his feet, which step out of them with a casualness that lodges like hot coal in Yuuji’s throat.

    “What the hell are you doing?” he yells.

    “Don’t bother with the pretense. I know just how much you liked looking at this body. I was there—watching, feeling. Reduced to playing voyeur to foolish children.”

    There's a fine line between a monster's malice and a god's love. Yuuji comes to learn this intimately.

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    “Leaving so soon?” the priest asks softly. “That’s not right. Especially after you came inside without permission.”

    The hairs on Yuuji’s nape prickle. But while Yuuji might run from some horror movie bullshit, he’s not fleeing from a creepy priest.

    “You’re not really doing much to keep me here. This place looks like something out of a shitty horror movie. What kind of a church is this?”

    “Mine,” comes the reply, predictable somehow. “You’re here anyway.”

    “Not my fault I had creepy dreams about it.”

    A slow tilt of the head, a narrowing of the eyes. “Did you.”

    It doesn’t really sound like a question, but Yuuji still answers: “Since I saw this place. Like it was calling me or something. Figured it’d go away if I just came here.”

    “Calling you,” the priest echoes, his voice dipping further into something that turns every syllable obscene. “Who, brat? God?”

    Following his grandfather's death, Itadori Yuuji moves into his new guardian's home in a quaint little town nestled among the mountains. He soon acquires a demon fixated on him as well as a demon hunter more interested in him than in the demon.

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    Itadori Yuuji is a monster; she is a sorcerer.

    She is—

    “Are you some kind of pervert?” Satoru asks.

    Itadori blinks all four of her mismatched eyes and tilts her head, looking not unlike a puppy—an oversized, three-headed puppy.

    A seven-foot-tall behemoth of a woman with her tits out has no business looking cute, but that doesn’t stop some small, senseless part of Satoru from swelling like she’s being pumped full of sunshine and roses and other sickly sweet things.

    Itadori asks, “Do you want me to be?”

    Suguru makes a choking noise. Her hand snaps around Satoru’s wrist, squeezing tight in silent warning.

    “What? No!” Satoru snaps, digging an elbow into Suguru’s side.

    “Please forgive Satoru, sensei,” Suguru says. “She doesn’t think before she speaks sometimes. A lot of the time.”

    “Hey!”

    “That’s alright,” Itadori says, her smile widening enough to make her eyes crinkle. “I was worse at your age. But I’m curious now. What did you mean, Satoru-chan?”

    “Your tits are out,” she tells Itadori.

    Satoru embarks on a quest to seduce her hot giant of a teacher—and continuously bites off more than she can chew.

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    “That’s an ugly pet you’ve got there,” Satoru comments, peering over Yuuji’s shoulder for a better look at the blob of baby-pink flesh he’s cradling.

    A baleful red eye bores into him. “Gojou Satoru—”

    “I think he’s kinda cute.”

    Sukuna’s comically tiny mouth—made all the more hilarious by how the voice coming from within is still his deep bass—snaps shut, that single eye swiveling back to Yuuji while dripping offense and incredulity.

    “Cute?” Satoru asks, joining Sukuna in staring at Yuuji.

    There’s an unrepentant shrug. “Like a very weird cat. I think he’d be a cat, if he were an animal. You too, sensei. Different types, though. Very different.”

    “You’ve…put a lot of thought into this,” Satoru says faintly.

    “I’ve had a lot of time to think.” Yuuji smiles. The first smile Satoru’s seen from him, and all he can think is that Yuuji should never, ever smile—not like this. “Hey, Sukuna? If I give you the choice to stay with me, you’ll just say no again, right?”

    In one world, death snatches Satoru away from the arms of victory. In this one, his student saves him from the jaws of death.

    But this isn’t the Yuuji he knows.

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    Itadori will die.

    Or, worse, he will—

    A torrent of power surges out of Itadori, pulverizing the looming cursed spirit.

    Megumi stares, transfixed in horror, as Itadori—no, his body—rises to his feet. Clawed hands shred the oversized hoodie he was wearing with easy, almost absent motions, revealing a torso littered with curse marks. Lines and curls that coalesce into simple patterns that are dizzying to look at.

    Miasmic cursed energy permeates the air.

    Even Okkotsu doesn’t feel like this. His cursed energy is creepy. The exact flavor you’d find in curse hotspots, just condensed and amplified into an aura that’s a weapon in itself. It raises the hair on your nape and makes your stomach drop out from under you.

    This isn’t that. This is hunger.

    Immense, all-devouring hunger. Hunger that could eat worlds. Hunger that’s maybe already eaten Itadori.

    Hunger that’s looking straight at Megumi.

    “Oh, it’s you again,” says a voice that’s deeper, yet somehow duller, than anything he’s heard from Itadori. “So that’s how it is.”

    “Ryomen Sukuna,” Megumi chokes out.

    Sukuna chooses to go north, but time proves itself non-linear.

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    Kento opens his eyes to nuclear blue.

    “You know, Nanami,” says Gojou Satoru, “when I told you to take care of Yuuji, this is not what I meant.”

    “Gojou-san,” Kento rasps, voice thick with sleep and worse, “I assume Shouko-san told you about the situation.”

    “Well, she left out a few key details,” Gojou says, that scimitar of a smile widening. “Or did she? You didn’t tell her, did you? For shame, Nanami.”

    “I take it you came to fetch Itadori-kun.”

    “I sure did,” he confirms, all faux cheer. “Now I don’t know. I’d hate to do that when Yuuji seems so…attached.”

    Every word is serrated and suggestive, but even worse is the way Gojou’s eyes flicker to Kento’s groin, a pale eyebrow rising in some foul blend of surprise and mockery. Kento knows with damning certainty that Gojou’s seeing more than he should, those cursed eyes not limited by line of sight.

    It’s impossible, then, to ignore the cock inside him and the boy it’s attached to.

    Stress and trauma trigger Yuuji’s rut a few years too early. Kento’s too kind for his own good, while Satoru’s too curious for anyone’s good.

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    Megumi steps past the door and into a scene from a trashy anime.

    Itadori looks like he’s about to pass out. It’s also got nothing to do with his concussion.

    No, it’s the men on either side of him, practically sandwiching him between their taller, broader bodies while they glare at each other with toothy grins that wouldn’t be out of place on a shark’s snout. Sukuna’s got one clamped on Itadori’s shoulder, the grip painful-looking even from here. Gojou’s touch is softer but worse for it, an arm sloping along Itadori’s chest to curl possessively over his hip. They both seem to be trying to crush Itadori with their chests.

    Itadori doesn’t look like he’s complaining.

    “—your legs off if you step foot in there,” Sukuna’s saying, his voice pitched low.

    “I’d like to see you try,” Gojou murmurs, just as quiet, just as lethal. “Yuuji needs someone to keep an eye on him, and you’re more likely to give him another concussion.”

    “Oh, we all know what happens when your eyes are on him, whore.”

    Itadori makes a strangled noise.

    …Is his nose bleeding?

    Yuuji has a type. Unfortunately, his uncle and his teacher embody that type.

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    “It’s important to learn to control yourself, Yuuji. Imagine if it were Megumi or Nobara instead of me—you don’t need me to tell you what’d happen, do you?”

    Yuuji blanches. Satoru thinks Yuuji Junior also flags a little, but he can’t be sure.

    “I wouldn’t—I’d never—”

    “Really?” Satoru asks, sneaking in a lick of the lollipop.

    Really.”

    Satoru shifts his leg a little, his thigh dragging against the prominent bulge at Yuuji’s groin. Yuuji clutches at him even more tightly, screwing his eyes shut.

    “I guess I’m special then,” Satoru says, sucking idly on the candy that started it all. “Hot for teacher, huh? Didn’t know you were such a dirty kid, Yuuji.”

    Yuuji lets him go as if burned.

    “Sensei!” he says, loud enough that a few heads turn toward them.

    “Quiet now,” Satoru warns in a low voice, dipping his head to put his mouth closer to Yuuji’s ear. “Let’s not make a scene.”

    How not to take your teenage student’s virginity, a live demonstration by Gojou Satoru.

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    The Death Painting finally stirs, its cursed energy rippling and its brows furrowing.

    “We have company,” Satoru says mildly. “I did say you missed one.”

    Yuuji peers hazily up at him. His expression holds neither confusion nor comprehension, only soul-deep exhaustion. Despite that, he turns his head toward the Death Painting.

    “That’s my brother,” Yuuji mumbles.

    Satoru blinks very slowly, a gesture that’s wasted on the boy still staring at the Death Painting with those tired, tired eyes. “Yuuji, that’s a curse.”

    “Half,” Yuuji says. “Or…a third? A third. Two-thirds human.”

    “You’re an only child.”

    Yuuji makes a noncommittal noise. “Thought so too. Didn’t believe him at first. But I dream, sometimes.”

    Satoru takes Yuuji’s face between both of his hands and turns it toward him. Yuuji comes easily, blinking up at Satoru with those big, brown eyes.

    “Yuuji,” Satoru says slowly and clearly, “you’re not making any sense.”

    A time loop locks Yuuji into the day of the Shibuya Incident. Satoru bears witness to the aftermath.

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    Yuuji’s grandfather is burning when the strangest man he’s ever met asks him to choose his hell.

    “Will it be you?” Yuuji asks. “The one to kill me.”

    There’s a brief pause before the response. “Probably. I wouldn’t entrust Sukuna’s vessel to anyone else, certainly not at full power.”

    Something twinges in Yuuji’s chest at the assumption there. A duller clench follows—not quite guilt.

    “No,” he says, finally looking up. “I mean now.”

    Even with the blindfold—worth a sharp flare of confusion each time he looks at Gojou—Yuuji can tell Gojou’s surprised. He can see it twist into a frown too, and it’s somehow a kinder expression than all his smiles have been.

    “Definitely then,” Gojou tells him. “I’m already here anyway. Just so we’re clear—you’re choosing to die now?”

    When told to choose his hell, Itadori Yuuji picks the easier one—a clean death, then and there. He couldn’t have known that it was never really a choice.

    Or: Gojou Satoru kidnaps a teenager, supposedly for his own good.

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    “Nanamin,” Itadori asks slowly, “did you shrink?”

    “Don’t be ridiculous.”

    “I know, but…” The hand on Kento’s stomach flexes, pressing down more firmly. “Feels like you’ve shrunk.”

    Kento tries to ignore his sudden, searing awareness of the skin under Itadori’s palm. “I’m the same size I’ve been since long before you met me. You’re the one who grew.”

    “Huh,” Itadori says like it’s a revelation. “Yeah. Guess you’re right.”

    He expects Itadori to let him go now that he’s received the ridiculous answer to his ridiculous query, but when the hand on his stomach twitches into motion, it’s only to slip a few centimeters down, curving over his hip.

    The bone there twinges.

    “I like it,” Itadori announces.

    “Excuse me?”

    “This.” Itadori squeezes Kento’s hip. “I like that you’re small.”

    “I am not small,” Kento retorts.

    “True,” Itadori concedes. His voice is light and cheerful, practically chirpy. “But you’re smaller than me now. I like it! How’d I miss it all this time?”

    An overcrowded train, enforced proximity, escalating debauchery—Kento knows this story. He’s none too pleased about starring in it.

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    “You know, if you wanted to get this kinky, you could’ve just told me. No need to stray.”

    Yuuji takes a step forward, an arm rising. Satoru palms the hilt of his knife.

    Yuuji flinches back. “Satoru, I’d never hurt you.”

    “I do want to believe you.” It comes out as something of a confession, too quiet for comfort, but the hopeful eyes Yuuji turns on him kill any regret before Satoru can feel it. “You’re a good man, Yuuji. But you’ve got a secret basement with a naked man tied up inside, and something tells me he’s not here willingly.” Satoru cocks his head. “Is he?”

    “…Not exactly.”

    “So you’ve kidnapped a man.”

    “No!” Yuuji says immediately. “I wouldn’t—that’s my brother.”

    “Your brother,” Satoru echoes, not particularly surprised. The pink hair was a bit of a clue. “Alright, you’re keeping your brother tied to a bed in your secret basement. Naked.”

    When Satoru stumbles upon a hidden basement in his boyfriend’s house, he finds a captive man bearing a striking resemblance to said boyfriend.

    Or: In every world, Yuuji is Sukuna’s cage and keeper both.

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    Sukuna bites his tongue off.

    Yuuji breaks the kiss, shoving Sukuna away while he focuses on regrowing his tongue. “What the hell, man?!”

    Sukuna doesn’t dignify him with an answer. Or he’s just too busy chewing up Yuuji’s tongue to bother.

    “Disgusting,” is the verdict. “You never not disappoint.”

    “Are you seriously complaining that I don’t taste good enough, you cannibal weirdo?” Yuuji shakes his head. “And what kind of a kiss was that! This is why you didn’t get laid back in the Heian era.”

    All four of Sukuna’s eyes narrow. “Intend to change that, do you.”

    Yuuji doesn’t actually know whether Sukuna fucked or not back then. He doesn’t really care.

    “Intend to let me?” he shoots back.

    Sukuna smiles, slow and vile and dripping red.

    “Why not,” he says, his voice a low, rumbling purr that sends a chill down Yuuji’s spine. “Let’s see how desperate you truly are.”

    Skin ripples and flesh bulges.

    The almost-familiar lines of Yuuji’s body split apart around Sukuna’s true form.

    Yuuji makes a last-ditch attempt to impress his humanity upon Sukuna. But success is a double-edged sword.

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    “Special grades are supposed to be special—that’s why they’re classified like that,” Yuuji tells him, the blandness of his voice at odds with the way he’s staring at Satoru like he can bore through Infinity and human flesh. “My teacher, the man whose face you’re wearing—he’s the one who told me that. But you’re not special. You’re crawling everywhere like cockroaches, killing and eating and hurting. It’s never going to end, is it? This cycle of curses. It will never end.”

    Something…is very wrong here.

    “Yuuji-kun,” Satoru says as delicately as he can manage, “I think you’re a little confused.”

    Yuuji calmly raises his right hand and scores his fingers down his entire left arm. His nails tear into flesh. Blood streams down the gaping gouges—and then away from the skin, rising high into the air to form a cutting arc.

    “That’s Blood Manipulation,” Satoru states, eyeing how the gouges on Yuuji’s arm close. “And reverse cursed technique. Are you aware that you’re supposed to be a hapless non-sorcerer, by the way?”

    The fifteen-year-old boy whom Satoru ties to a chair in the isolation chamber isn’t the furious calamity who wakes up.

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    “He did this?” he asks Sam, even though it’s unnecessary. “What happened? When did James come back, he was on a mission with Nat—”

    “It’s not James,” Sam says.

    That stops Steve in his tracks.

    “What do you mean?”

    “The man in there,” Tony picks up, still through the one-way Hulk-proof glass, “is James Buchanan Barnes. But he’s not our James Buchanan Barnes. Or, well, your James, Bucky, whatever, because trust me, Cap, I want no part of that murdery package, what with the parent-killing. I think we can all agree I already have too many daddy issues—”

    “What he means to say,” Sam cuts in with a pained expression, “is that this isn’t James. Nat checked in a few minutes ago. The two of them are still in Bolivia, won’t be back for a week. We…didn’t share the details.”

    Steve listens quietly, wishing a little desperately for ignorance even as Sam’s and Tony’s words paint a clear picture in his head.

    “Where is he from?” is all he asks.

    “Another universe,” Tony answers. “Guess the multiverse exists after all. Bruce is looking into it.”

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