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Hey there!
If you’ve stumbled upon this collection without reading my main story The Seventh Transmigration, here’s a quick rundown to help you make sense of the chaos (and maybe tempt you into diving deeper).
This work is a companion piece to The Seventh Transmigration, which takes place in the Hazbin Hotel universe. In that story, Amelia Montgomery has transmigrated into Alastor, and throughout the chapters, I sprinkle in flashbacks from her previous lives to build parallels and deepen emotional context.
This archive specifically gathers all the flashbacks from her sixth transmigration—when she transmigrated as Ryomen Sukuna in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe. Her soulmate in this incarnation? None other than Satoru Gojo, the walking blindfolded headache. Yes, it’s karma.
- These flashbacks are shorter than my usual chapters—they’re meant to supplement the main story, not replace it.
- The flashbacks are presented out of chronological order. Sometimes Sukuna and Gojo are lovers, sometimes enemies, sometimes both in the same breath.
- A CHARACTER CHART is included to help you track Amelia’s transmigrations, abilities, and relationships across lifetimes.
When Amelia transmigrates, she becomes the character—not just a soul riding shotgun. Sukuna retains 'her' canon personality, but with layered memories from Amelia and her past lives. So it’s not “Amelia pretending to be Sukuna,” it’s “Sukuna with echoes of Amelia.” Still AU, still out-of-character in some ways (because, you know, soulmates), but internally consistent within this universe.
Also: Sukuna can communicate with her past selves. They reside in her mind. They talk. A lot. Sometimes helpfully, sometimes sassily. But I don’t add that to my flashbacks, only to the main story… but it is something you should know.
And yes, she inherits powers from previous lives depending on the circumstances. In this life, she’s ridiculously OP—wielding Dazai’s nullification ability and Sasuke’s Sharingan. (As Dazai, she had no powers because nullification cancels everything, so she was just a very chaotic human.)
- If you’re here just for a Sukuna SI, I got you.
- Flashbacks jump around. No linear timeline.
- If you enjoy this, maybe you’ll give The Seventh Transmigration a try. That’s just my wishful thinking, of course :p
This collection will be updated whenever a new flashback appears in the main story, The Seventh Transmigration. That means updates may become inconsistent after the fourth flashback, depending on how the chapters unfold.
I’ll be adjusting the tags as the story develops. Right now, the scope is still small—limited characters, limited situations—so expect the tags to evolve as more dynamics and layers are revealed.
Happy reading!
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Chapter 2
Notes:
Flashback from CHAPTER ELEVEN of the main story.
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FLASHBACK ONE
“I can’t believe we actually sat through that trash.”
Satoru Gojo muttered, his expression twisted in exaggerated disgust. He leaned back on the bench, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he dramatically sighed.
Yuji had practically begged Nobara and Megumi to join him at the cinema to watch the latest installment of the Human Earthworm franchise—Human Earthworm 4. The only reason they’d agreed was on the condition that Gojo would pay for both the tickets and the meal afterward. That, of course, had prompted Yuji to plead with Satoru and Sukuna to tag along. Like the indulgent teacher he was, Satoru had agreed, though his motives weren’t entirely selfless. It was practically a date with Sukuna, after all—albeit with the kids in tow.
He glanced at her now, a small smile tugging at his lips. She was in her smaller form, standing at 5’8 instead of her usual imposing seven feet. He almost cooed at the thought. While he adored her towering presence, there was something undeniably satisfying about being the one to wrap her in his arms when she shifted down to blend in with humans.
After the movie, the kids had gone to eat at a nearby café, leaving the two of them sitting on a bench in the park across the street. The faint glow of the café lights reflected in Sukuna’s pink hair as she leaned back, her expression calm and unreadable.
“I quite liked it” Sukuna said with a shrug, her tone casual “The effects were accurate when it came to the body parts.”
Satoru turned to her, his pout deepening “Of course, that’s what you focused on. I bet you felt right at home.”
Sukuna arched an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her eyes “You do realize you’ve killed people and curses in far more gruesome ways than anything shown in that fictional movie, right?”
Satoru flicked his tongue at her in mock defiance “That’s not the point. The point is—”
“There is no point, brat” Sukuna cut him off, her tone sharp but playful “Stop being an idiot. We didn’t even have to go inside the theater. You could’ve just paid for their tickets and food, and we could’ve gone somewhere else.”
“But Yuji said he wanted us to be there and share the experience” Satoru whined, shifting closer to her on the bench. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his chest “How could I say no? Be a good girlfriend and comfort me.”
“Die” Sukuna replied flatly, her voice muffled against his jacket. She sighed but adjusted her position, leaning into him more comfortably. Now, they sat side by side, her head resting against his shoulder as his arm remained draped around her.
“I don’t know how he does it” Satoru mused, his tone light but tinged with exasperation “One moment, he’s asking me about how my Infinity works during training, and the next, he’s dragging us to watch that garbage. Kids these days” he chuckled, glancing down at her “The lesson earlier got pretty existential, though. He questioned whether my Infinity truly covers everything.”
Sukuna hummed softly, her gaze fixed on the distant lights of the café. She didn’t respond immediately, prompting Satoru to continue.
“You know” he said, his tone darkening slightly “I can bring the concept of Infinity to reality, but it isn’t actually true. As we talked about earlier, there’s still that nothingness—that void I could never get close to. If I did, I would be screwed” he chuckled, though there was a faint edge to it “Can you imagine? Being overwhelmed by nothing?”
“A terrifying thought” Sukuna replied, her voice calm but laced with understanding.
“Indeed” Satoru agreed, his tone softening “It’s a good thing you and I will never find out.”
This time, Sukuna turned to look at him, her crimson eyes locking with his piercing blue ones “Oh? And how are you so sure?” she asked, her curiosity evident.
“Because I’m protected by my Infinity” he said with a shrug, his smirk returning “My Six Eyes warns me to never mess with it and Infinity won’t let me get close to it. And I’ll make sure my Infinity protects you too.”
“That doesn’t make sense” Sukuna snorted, shaking her head “Besides, we won’t always be together.”
“Of course, it makes sense. That’s why it’s called Infinity” he replied playfully “It doesn’t matter if you’re on the other side of the planet. I’ll stretch it until it finds you—if I can’t teleport to your side, that is.”
Sukuna shook her head again, her expression softening slightly “You don’t have that level of power, and…” she hesitated, her voice dropping “And you’ll die before me.”
Satoru’s gaze grew more intense, his blue eyes unwavering as he studied her. A small, genuine smile curved his lips “Then I’ll just curse you” he said simply “And I know it’ll work because… love, while being the most twisted curse, is also the most powerful one.”
His next words made her tense slightly “So, you’ll be fine… even when I’m gone.”
Sukuna didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she studied his face, her expression unreadable. After a moment, she rested her head back against his chest, closing her eyes.
“And since I’m so powerful” Satoru added, his voice soft but teasing “Even when you go to your next life… my curse will go with you.”
Those words earned him a reaction. Sukuna’s arms moved, wrapping around his chest in a rare display of affection. Satoru chuckled, the sound warm and genuine as he tightened his hold on her. Moments like these, when Sukuna let her guard down, were the ones he cherished most.
Notes:
The concept of Nothing/Void plays a significant role in the main story. True to his word, Satoru cursed Sukuna, it protected her even beyond death. When she transmigrated and awakened as Alastor, his curse energy shielded her from the effects of the Void she had to pass through.
Since this is an AU, there are moments where even Gojo’s techniques behave differently. The multiverse in this story is fluid, realities interline, bleed into one another, and occasionally rewrite their own rules. That’s one of the reasons Sukuna retains powers from her previous lives.
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Chapter 3
Notes:
Flashback from CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE of the main story.
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FLASHBACK TWO
The room stank of iron, gutted lighting buzzing overhead where intestines dangled from bent copper piping. The walls were smeared in blood—some of it sprayed, some of it hand-drawn into glyphs that pulsed faintly with energy and had seen only drawn by Sukuna before. Satoru Gojo stood in the carnage, blinking at the mess with casual awe.
And just ahead, Sukuna Ryomen stood in her shorter form, drenched head-to-toe in crimson, not a strand of her pink hair untouched. The only thing clean from her face was her mouth—which, in Gojo’s opinion, was both reassuring and statistically miraculous. She did not eat anyone, props.
“Sukuna! It’s so good to see you again” he crowed theatrically, arms flung wide as if waiting for a reunion hug he would never receive “While I was trapped in that cold little box, do you know what I thought of? The red of your eyes, your beautiful pink hair, your two massive—AUGH!”
Her fist drove into his stomach with precision, bypassing his infinity. The air evacuated his lungs with a loud gasp as he doubled over, knees nearly buckling.
“Shut up, you pervert” Sukuna drawled, glaring down at him as he wheezed with laughter “It’s been a week. One week, you fucking idiot. I told you to be careful. I warned you. And you—like the goddamn compulsive arrogant idiot that you are—ran headfirst into a trap set by Kenjaku.”
“Look, I was busy protecting civilians” Gojo argued, voice slightly higher-pitched than normal thanks to the hit. He rubbed his aching ribs and grinned weakly “Unlike you, oh Mighty Curse Queen, who took a week to pull me out. Which means—let me guess—Kenjaku slipped past you too. So who’s really the stupid one?”
“You’re comparing rescue response times like this is a quiz” Sukuna muttered, rubbing her temple.
Gojo flashed a thumbs-up as he gestured around with dramatic flair “Besides, I forgive you. You’re hot. And humble sorcerer that I am, I’m willing to look past your flaws out of love.”
“I’m going to rip your tongue out and eat it.”
Gojo pursed his lips and tilted his head “I don't think you realize what kind of effect that has on me when you say it.”
“You’re a fucking child.”
“An emotionally secure child” he corrected with a smug smile.
His eyes finally scanned the rest of the scene—blood pooled under his boots, glistening intestines swinging overhead like party streamers “I didn’t mention it right away because I was soaking in the view” he said casually “But I feel like I missed something major, since the room is definitely decorated in viscera” he pointed toward the ceiling “I recognize this place we are in. Are those the higher-ups?”
“Yeah” Sukuna replied smoothly, not bothering to sugarcoat it “I killed all of them. You’re welcome, by the way. They voted to classify you as a traitor permanently. Ordered you never to be unsealed. Planned to execute your old principal, too. And Yuji—was going to be next.”
She looked back at him with a feral smile, red eyes gleaming “Do you think I overreacted?”
Satoru Gojo stared at her, motionless beneath the hum of cursed silence. Blood still coated the walls in violent brushstrokes, soaked into the tatami beneath his boots, yet his gaze was fixed solely on her—the woman standing at the center of it all, drenched in red, perfectly still. Once, long ago, he’d thought this moment might belong to him. That when the time came to purge the rot of the jujutsu higher-ups, to take out the centuries-old corruption that ground down young sorcerers like meat, it would be his burden to bear. To destroy so the next generation could rebuild without the weight of their predecessors’ sins. And yet… Sukuna had done it. Decisively. Mercilessly.
And somehow, that made him fall for her just a little bit more.
He’d hated her, once—almost viscerally. Back when she was still thought to be a man. Back when he truly believed she’d consumed Yuji in cold blood. He’d tried to kill her. Lost. Badly. And learned it hadn’t been a fight at all. Sukuna had played him—crafted a scenario where the higher-ups believed Yuji dead, sparing the boy from their assassination order.
He hadn’t stood a chance. Not in battle. Not emotionally.
“Your response was entirely appropriate” Satoru said at last, his voice low and dazed, the words almost reverent.
Sukuna narrowed her eyes, catching the softened gleam behind his words “See, and that’s why I’m the smarter one” she said, striding toward him with deliberate grace “It was a brilliant idea to keep my body’s true state hidden—let those bastards believe I was still tethered to Itadori. Less suspicion. Fewer chains” her grin widened as she reached him, claws slipping into his hair and yanking his head down until their eyes were level. Predictably, his dazed expression twisted into one of amused pleasure, like he relished the pain her grip triggered. Typical masochist.
“And you” she drawled, red eyes gleaming “Are the dog that obeys my commands.”
“How could I refuse the Queen?” he murmured, gaze darkening with affection and something heavier—need, reverence, maybe both. The air between them buzzed with tension, thick and heady. He leaned closer, intent on shrinking what little space remained—
Until the door rattled.
“Uh, Sukuna?” came Yuji’s muffled voice, half-nervous, half-annoyed “Are you done? Did you free Gojo-sensei? You said it would be quick and it's been like… thirty minutes?”
Sukuna’s expression shifted instantly. She pushed Satoru away with a quiet huff and turned toward the door “I did free him, you little brat. I’m just catching him up” she growled, clearly annoyed “Don’t get impatient.”
“Damn it, Yuji…” Satoru muttered under his breath, eyes still trained on her as if the moment might resurrect itself.
A pause.
Then Yuji again, voice quieter “Yeah... I bet that’s what you two are doing…”
Sukuna narrowed her eyes “What was that?”
“Nothing!” Yuji chirped instantly “I’ll just head to training with the others now. Bye-bye!”
The other side of the door echoed with retreating footsteps.
Sukuna rolled her eyes and turned to Gojo, arms crossing over her stained chest “Thirty minutes” she echoed, tapping her claw idly against her elbow “The unsealing takes seconds.”
Gojo tilted his head, smiling with lazy admiration “You were having fun.”
“I was” she said with a shrug “I really enjoy taking my time when I’m only using my hands.”
Gojo blinked.
Once.
Twice.
And then cursed internally ‘Yuji, you bastard… why did you have to interrupt us now?’
Notes:
Number one thing to know about all her soulmates... Gojo is the horniest one of all:p
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Chapter 4
Notes:
Flashback from CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT of the main story.
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FLASHBACK THREE
The beach outing was a disaster wrapped in sunshine. It had started with one of Satoru’s spontaneous outbursts of enthusiasm—“We should all go outside, it’s a beautiful day!”—never mind that the actual weather was overcast and wind-bitten. Of course, reality bent around sorcerers like paper in rain; with one flick of teleportation, the group was whisked away to a stretch of coastal sand drenched in perfect warmth, vivid skies, and a breeze that smelled faintly of ocean. Sukuna, now in her 5’8 form and cursed with patience, sat cross-legged on a sun-warmed towel as Satoru all but melted across her lap, arms thrown over her like a particularly affectionate octopus.
Originally, this was supposed to be them and the students. But as usual, plans dissolved beneath Satoru’s absurdity. Nobara had declined with brutal efficiency the second he opened his mouth “I have a date. Bye.” And Megumi had tried to escape with the excuse of lunch plans with his sister—only for Gojo to happily decree that Tsumiki was invited too. And now here they were: a messy, mismatched bundle of limbs and towels and summoning dogs lounging under parasols. A fucked-up version of a family picnic.
Yuji flopped onto the sand with dramatic flair, his arms sprawled across the grains as he stared at the sky like it personally offended him “I mean seriously” he groaned “How the hell am I supposed to explain you to my future wife? What if she’s not a sorcerer? What if she’s totally normal and has zero idea who you are?”
Sukuna turned her head slowly, unimpressed. The brat sounded genuinely stressed. Her fingers nudged at one of Satoru’s hands, which had crept a little too far down her waist. He whined like a kicked puppy.
“Then marry a sorcerer” she said, voice flat. Simple solutions.
Yuji groaned again, rolling his head toward Megumi “She’s not helping.”
“I don’t think she was trying to” Megumi replied dryly, raking his fingers through the fur of one of his dog summons. Tsumiki was next to him, idly stroking the other dog’s ears, her gaze now flicking toward Yuji with interest.
“Can’t you behave for once?” Megumi added sharply, side-eyeing Gojo with the weariness of someone who’s said the same thing five hundred times “We’re at a public beach.”
“I’m just hugging my girlfriend” Satoru said sweetly, adjusting his position so his chin now rested on Sukuna’s shoulder “I don’t know what you mean.”
Sukuna did not comment. Mostly because she’d already surrendered to his antics. It hadn’t started well. The bathing suit—that cursed creation—had been his idea. A black and crimson two-piece she’d instantly rejected with an eye twitch and a scoff. But then came the begging. Satoru Gojo, second strongest sorcerer alive, had knelt on sand like a man possessed, pleading with her to wear it because he “just really wanted to see her in something nice.” She’d told him to beg—and he’d actually done it. Now she was wearing it, and now he was smugly draped across her like a victorious idiot, and she hated that she enjoyed it. Just a little.
“I mean, Yuji” Tsumiki offered gently “It’s not that complicated, right? You just explain that Miss Sukuna got reincarnated in your body, and then later she regained a physical form and…” her brow furrowed as logic caught up with her thoughts “Wait. She’s technically related to you, in a way… so…”
Yuji sat upright in the sand with the air of someone facing an existential crisis. His expression hovered between exasperation and defeat “Yes!” he burst out, arms flailing as though physically trying to swat away the absurdity of his life “I mean, what am I even supposed to say? ‘Hi, so this is gonna sound fake—but it’s kinda true’” he gestured toward Sukuna, who was sitting like some ancient deity dressed in modern sarcasm “Meet Sukuna. She was born, oh, around a thousand years ago, as a conjoined twin. Ate her twin in the womb—which is already several kinds of therapy waiting to happen. That twin she devoured? Yeah, he got reincarnated centuries later… into my dad” he paused, shook his head, then continued with a sigh “So Sukuna’s technically my spiritual aunt. Or maybe a genetic nightmare aunt? I don’t know, it’s messy. Anyway, then Sukuna herself reincarnates into me, which means I had a soul sharing my body. Again—a lot going on. And then, plot twist—she claws her way back into existence, gets her own body again, looks me dead in the eyes and goes ‘You’re mine now.’ Boom. I get adopted. So here’s my ancient murderous mom who once possessed me. I’ve seen worse family drama on TV.”
The group fell into silence, likely trying to process whether they’d just heard the pilot of a soap opera. Then, inevitably, Gojo made it worse.
“Wow. Just wow” he scoffed with theatrical disappointment, tossing his head dramatically “You went full supernatural soap opera and left me out. I’m literally dating your mom. That makes me your loving father. Megumi and Tsumiki? Your darling siblings. We are peak found-family chaos. I feel betrayed.”
Megumi made a noise of disgust, as if choking on the words “loving father” while Tsumiki blinked and looked touched—if slightly alarmed by the sentiment.
Yuji let out the groan of someone deeply fatigued by fate itself and waved his hands like a stage actor stuck in a fourth wall-breaking monologue “Fine, fine. Let’s rewind. Sukuna here—ancient conjoined twin, devours her sibling pre-birth, twin reincarnates as my dad. She reincarnates into me. Gets her own body back, decides parenthood sounds fun, adopts me. So now she’s my mom-aunt-former-tenant-from-my-soul. Then we’ve got Gojo-sensei, walking blindfold of emotional destruction. Romantic partner to my murderous mom. Which means, if you really stretch logic and squint through cosmic delusion… he’s my dad. Yep. Daddy Gojo. Thanks, karmic roulette.”
At “Daddy Gojo” a ripple of horror moved through the group. Megumi visibly cringed. Tsumiki blinked rapidly, like she’d just walked into a room and forgotten why. Gojo, of course, was grinning with unabashed delight, leaning even further into Sukuna’s shoulder like a smug cat.
Yuji pressed on, undeterred “Since Gojo-sensei also sort of adopted Megumi and Tsumiki, that makes them my siblings. Which tracks, actually. Megumi already has the personality of an annoyed older brother, and Tsumiki’s basically the only sane one left.”
“I’m nine months younger than you, idiot” Megumi said flatly, staring off into the ocean like it might offer an escape route.
Yuji ignored the correction with all the flair of someone narrating their own tragedy “So to recap: my mom ate her brother, became me, then adopted me. My dad is technically her twin soul, but also possibly Gojo-sensei if you consider cursed romance canon. And my siblings are technically Gojo-sensei’s side quests. I am a walking plot twist. Nobody is allowed to draw our family tree—it probably violates international law.”
Satoru stretched lazily, lips twitching with amusement “See? That wasn’t so hard. We’re just the most chaotic family ever.”
Megumi groaned softly like his spirit had left his body “Why do I have trauma from a single sentence?”
Tsumiki gently patted his back with the kind of quiet sympathy usually reserved for veterans “I’m just glad we were included.”
Sukuna’s lips curled into a teasing smirk “You forgot to mention I’m the only one here with actual parenting experience” she said, voice dipping with mock pride “I raised myself.”
“Huh? That’s not tru—” Satoru started, then faltered mid-word. Her gaze caught his like a hook, sharp and knowing. He remembered too late that he was the only one privy to her many transmigrations—lifetimes stitched across centuries, each one carving new truths. Technically, Sukuna had been raised by parents once, in her first life. But that wasn’t a detail she wanted out, not here, not among their pseudo-kids. And as the best boyfriend she’d ever had—according to his own mental ranking, where he stood miles above her past soulmates and would absolutely remain number one even if she got transmigrated again—he took the cue. Pivoting dramatically, he clutched her close.
“Oh wait. Yuta!” he announced, voice full of faux despair “We forgot Yuta! That’s basically illegal. A tragedy. Treasonous!” his eyes shut in melodrama as he buried his face against Sukuna’s shoulder. Her eye twitched. Of course he’d exploit the distraction.
Yuji groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes weary “Sensei, I beg you. We’ve barely recovered from the last family tree trauma.”
Satoru waved off the protest “Yuta’s basically a distant cousin. We share a common ancestor, Michizane Sugawara—the ancient sorcerer who’s probably out there cursing anyone who tries to follow this conversation. Which, Yuji, makes Yuta your spirit-linked first cousin once removed.”
Yuji just stared at him, tone flattened by existential exhaustion “We’re all one family. A deeply cursed, legally confusing, soul-entangled family.”
Sukuna faked a sigh, then turned with wicked amusement in her eyes “You also forgot to include Toji Fushi—”
“I will kill myself right now if you finish that sentence” Satoru said, voice dropping into the driest pit of jealousy imaginable.
Megumi’s tone didn’t flinch “I’d appreciate if you didn’t include my deadbeat dad” he said, eyes dark with unbothered detachment “Even though he offed himself right in front of me to make sure he wouldn’t hurt me.”
Sukuna chuckled, clearly entertained, and reached out to grab Satoru’s face between her fingers, squeezing his cheeks until they puffed “You’re so easy to tease” she purred “Just mention his name and you get all possessive.”
Satoru mumbled through squished lips “Whatever. I returned from death first. Did it at sixteen. He copied me years later and couldn’t even come back properly. I’m so much better than him.”
Sukuna arched a brow, smirk sharpening “And yet you copied his entire aesthetic. Compression black shirt. White—”
“Stop it” Satoru whined, twisting just enough to escape her grip but not her amusement “Why do you keep provoking me with this?”
She leaned in with that feral smile of hers, the kind that showed she was taking pleasure in tormenting him “Because I enjoy every single pathetic expression that crosses this beautiful face of yours.”
Satoru grinned, eyes softening beneath the flirtation “I knew you loved this face.”
Megumi watched the exchange with all the enthusiasm of someone undergoing dental surgery “I want to gouge my eyes out” he muttered.
Yuji crossed his arms “You think that’s bad? I spend more time around them than you. You’re lucky.”
Tsumiki beamed, radiant and untouched by the chaos “I think it’s sweet that they’re so loving with each other.”
Yuji and Megumi turned toward her, slowly, with matching expressions of betrayed disbelief. Apparently, sweetness was the last thing they’d call it.
Notes:
I was this close to including Choso and Kenjaku’s roles as Yuji’s “relatives”, because yes, that family tree is a horror story in itself.
Just a quick clarification, I’m fully aware that conjoined twins are always the same gender, biologically speaking. It’s scientifically impossible for conjoined twins to be male and female due to how embryonic development works.
However, in this story, that rule is intentionally bent. Originally, Sukuna was male, but through a deliberate distortion of reality and perception, the new Sukuna is now female. This shift has altered how people perceive her existence, including the biological impossibility of her having a male conjoined twin. In-universe, no one questions it, they don’t notice, and they don’t find it strange. The perception itself has been rewritten.
Also, give it up for Satoru, still proudly holding the title of horniest soulmate. In his mind, he’s the ultimate soulmate and will continue to believe that with unwavering confidence, even after death. Honestly, we love him for it.
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Chapter 5
Notes:
Flashback from CHAPTER FORTY FIVE of the main story.
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FLASHBACK FOUR
“To us! To soulmates, sexy sorcerers, and me proving I’m not a lightweight anymore.”
Satoru declared it with a grin too wide and too confident, pouring sake with the kind of flourish that suggested he’d already had a few sips before the toast. It was a rare quiet night for them—no curses, no missions, no students to wrangle. Just him and Sukuna, sprawled across the tatami mats of the Gojo estate’s living room, the soft hum of cicadas outside and the warm glow of the lights inside. After years of living in school dorms and temporary quarters, Satoru had finally decided to reclaim his clan’s ancestral home. He’d grown tired of being the errand boy for everyone else’s problems, and now that he wasn’t single, he wanted privacy. He’d told Sukuna this, and she’d agreed—on one condition. It had to be a proper Japanese-style home. So he’d searched the market, browsed listings, and then remembered: he was Gojo Satoru. He didn’t need to buy anything. He could just take back what was already his.
The look on his clan’s elders when he arrived with Sukuna at his side had been priceless. He wished he’d recorded it. Their faces—tight with disapproval, barely concealed horror—had made every bureaucratic headache worth it. Now, he was the head of the Gojo Clan, and tonight, he and Sukuna were celebrating.
Sukuna lifted her own cup, her eyes half-lidded with amusement “You lasted half a shot last time” she said, her tone dry and unimpressed.
“That was a fluke” Satoru replied, already sipping “This time, I’m—”
He didn’t finish. His eyes glazed slightly, his cheeks flushed, and then he leaned forward, arms draping around her shoulders like a human scarf “You smell so nice…” he murmured, nose buried in the curve of her neck “It’s intoxicating… way more than this sake.”
Sukuna didn’t move. She turned her head slightly, watching him with mild amusement as she sipped her drink like the royalty she was “You’re drunk.”
“I’m in loveeeee” he corrected, slurring the word with dramatic flair as he flopped into her lap “And maybe a little drunk. But mostly in love.”
She raised an eyebrow “You’re pathetic.”
“I know” he sighed, eyes fluttering closed “But I’m your pathetic. And you’re so hot it’s criminal. You could crush me between your thighs, and I would die smiling.”
At that, Sukuna snorted. Satoru adjusted his position, laying his head on her right thigh, then messily lifted her left leg over him until the back of her thigh rested on his neck. He nuzzled against it, tracing lazy circles over her skin with his fingers “I seriously could die right now” he mumbled, then gave her thigh a gentle bite.
“Oh, you’re definitely tempting me now” Sukuna replied, her voice laced with sarcasm.
Satoru pouted, his eyes squinting up at her. Then he narrowed them dramatically, pretending he couldn’t see her “What are you doing, you idiot?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.
“I think there are two other things I want to bite instead…” he slurred, pointing at her chest “They’re clearly obstructing my view of your face.”
With unnatural speed, Sukuna shifted. One moment, Satoru was lounging on her lap; the next, he was flat on his back, staring up at her as she straddled him, her face inches from his, one hand resting atop his head. Her wide grin made his blush deepen, and he let out a giggle.
“Did I ever tell you I cried the first time you smiled at me?” he whispered, eyes glassy “Like, actual tears… I thought I was hallucinating—”
“That never happened” Sukuna interrupted, her expression now flat.
Satoru continued, undeterred “And I told Nanami you could kill me and I’d thank you. He said I needed therapy.”
“He’s not wrong.”
“But you love me” he whispered, his voice soft and adoring “Right? You love me even when I’m a mess?”
She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she brushed a strand of white hair from his face, leaned down, and let her lips barely graze his “I tolerate you.”
“That means ‘I love you’ in your language” he mumbled, already half-asleep as he tried to kiss her.
Sukuna watched him for a moment, then heard the soft thud of his head hitting the floor. He’d passed out. She snorted, shifting off his lap and standing with a sigh. She hoisted his limp body over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, carrying him toward their bedroom.
Honestly, she might have to make him a tag to keep him sober. If he was going to keep insisting on drinking, he should at least be conscious enough to enjoy it.
Notes:
I'm sticking to the trope that Satoru can't handle alcohol at all.
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