Page 1: The Unspoken Bond

The battlefield was silent after the final blow. Blood dripped from Sukuna’s fingers as he looked down at Megumi, barely conscious, his body broken but alive.

“You never give up, do you?” Sukuna’s voice was low, his usual cruel smile absent.

Megumi coughed, tasting blood. “I…won’t let you…win.”

Sukuna crouched beside him, tilting his head. “And yet, here you are. Still thinking you can save everyone. Even me.”

For weeks now, something had changed. Ever since Sukuna took over Yuji’s body for longer periods, and especially after he forcibly made Megumi his new vessel, their connection deepened in unexpected ways. Sukuna saw in Megumi a mirror of what he once was—a man of principles twisted by the world.

They argued. They fought. They grew to understand each other.

In rare, quiet moments between chaos and bloodshed, they spoke—not as enemies, but as two souls bound by fate and power.

“You should rest,” Sukuna said. He placed a hand on Megumi’s chest, healing just enough to keep him alive.

Megumi’s eyes fluttered open again. “Why…are you helping me?”

Sukuna didn’t answer. He just sat beside him as the sun began to rise.

Page 2: Quiet Nights and Shared Secrets

They hid away in a remote shrine Sukuna had claimed for himself. Time passed differently there—slower, quieter. In those moments of stolen peace, Megumi began to see a different side of the King of Curses.

He caught Sukuna one evening, silently watching the koi pond. The blood on his hands was gone, and for once, he looked…calm.

“You used to be a human, didn’t you?” Megumi asked.

Sukuna didn’t turn around. “Once. Before power and betrayal turned me into a monster.”

“Then maybe you can still feel something.”

Sukuna looked back, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t test me, brat.”

But Megumi didn’t stop. “I don’t think you’re incapable of love. You just forgot what it felt like.”

Silence stretched between them like a drawn bowstring. Then Sukuna sighed.

“Do you think this is love, Megumi? Us, here? A cursed spirit and a broken boy?” he murmured.

“I don’t know,” Megumi admitted. “But I feel something. When you’re near. When you’re not trying to kill me.”

Sukuna laughed—low and bitter. “You’re a fool.”

“And you’re afraid.”

That night, Sukuna didn’t leave Megumi’s side. He held him close, as if trying to remember what it was like to have a heart.

Page 3: Love in a Cursed World

The peace didn’t last.

The jujutsu world branded Megumi a traitor. Yuji was gone—sacrificed—and now they wanted to eliminate Sukuna at any cost, even if it meant killing Megumi.

They fought together, side by side. The cursed king and the last of the Zen’in line, cutting through enemies like twin storms.

But they both knew it couldn’t last.

As Megumi lay dying once more—stabbed through the chest in a battle he barely won—Sukuna held him, for the first and last time without anger in his eyes.

“Stay awake,” Sukuna growled. “Don’t you dare leave me.”

Megumi gave a weak smile. “You’ll be fine. You’re Sukuna, after all.”

“You think I want to live without you?” Sukuna’s voice cracked.

“I think…you finally remembered what love feels like.”

Sukuna crushed Megumi to his chest, power flooding from him, trying to heal what couldn't be healed.

But even kings couldn’t stop fate.

Megumi’s eyes closed peacefully.

Sukuna, the King of Curses, screamed into the night—not in rage, but in grief.

The world would remember him not just as a monster, but as one who once loved a boy with shadows in his eyes and light in his heart.

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Page 4: Back to the Beginning

As his vision faded, Megumi felt himself fall—not into death, but into a corridor of cursed energy that wrapped around his soul.

Time buckled.

And then—he was standing beneath a sakura tree in Tokyo, years before Sukuna would ever take over his body.

“I’m… alive?” Megumi whispered. His hands were clean. His chest unscarred.

But it wasn’t just time that had changed. He could feel it—the lingering trace of Sukuna inside him. And then—he heard the voice.

“Well. Looks like we’re both stuck here again.”

Sukuna stood in the shade of the tree, unchanged, his eyes sharp and predatory—but also… curious.

“You followed me?” Megumi asked.

Sukuna smirked. “I’m bound to you, remember? Even across time.”

Megumi swallowed. This was a chance. To rewrite everything. To stop the war. To change Sukuna’s fate.

And maybe… to explore what they never had time to.

Page 5: The Unspoken, Finally Spoken

That night, Megumi invited Sukuna into the old Fushiguro estate. The silence between them was heavier now—like it wanted to break.

“You knew we’d never have peace,” Megumi said. “You knew we wouldn’t survive.”

“And you still said you felt something for me,” Sukuna murmured. “Why?”

“Because you showed me your soul,” Megumi replied. “The one you buried.”

Sukuna’s expression darkened, but he didn’t move when Megumi stepped closer.

“You don't have to pretend here,” Megumi said, reaching up. “There’s no war. No Yuji. No eyes watching. Just you and me.”( Now sukuna is in his own body )

When their lips met, it wasn’t a battle. It was surrender.

Megumi pressed against Sukuna, his breath catching as hands slid down his sides, rough and warm. The cursed king’s control slipped, and for the first time, his touch was gentle—worshipful.

Their clothes were discarded between stolen kisses. Megumi let himself fall into Sukuna’s arms, into sheets that smelled of old paper and incense.

Their bodies moved in harmony, slow and intense, every sigh and gasp layered with unspoken emotion.

Sukuna's voice broke into a whisper. “You’re mine.”

Megumi answered without fear, wrapping his arms tighter. “Only if you’re mine too.”

And for that night, under flickering candlelight, they weren’t enemies.

They weren’t cursed.

They were just two souls, learning to love in a world they had rewritten.

Page 6: The Future Waits

When dawn came, Megumi awoke with Sukuna’s arms still around him.

“Do we stay here?” Sukuna asked, half-asleep.

Megumi smiled softly. “We fix what we can. Together. Then maybe... we make our own future.”

Sukuna didn’t answer. He only pulled Megumi closer.

For the first time in two lives—

They had hope.

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Page 7: Morning Shadows

The warmth of Sukuna’s body beside him was real. Not a dream. Megumi shifted under the sheets, sore but alive, and reached out to touch Sukuna’s bare chest. He could feel the steady heartbeat—a reminder that even monsters could have a heart when they chose to.

“You’re staring,” Sukuna muttered, eyes still closed.

“Trying to believe it’s real,” Megumi replied.

Sukuna cracked one eye open and gave a crooked smile. “It is. For now.”

The mood sobered.

Because Megumi remembered the truth: this world wasn’t untouched. He’d gone back in time, yes—but the balance was delicate. And curses were already stirring, drawn to Sukuna’s presence.

“Promise me,” Megumi whispered, resting his forehead against Sukuna’s. “If it comes to it, you’ll fight with me. Not against me.”

Sukuna’s hand tangled in Megumi’s hair. “I don’t make promises. But for you…” His lips brushed against Megumi’s ear. “I’ll try.”

Page 8: Passion and Power

The days passed in stolen moments.

In public, Megumi resumed life at Jujutsu High. He kept his secrets locked behind quiet stares and forced smiles. But at night, the Fushiguro estate became a sanctuary. Sukuna waited in the shadows—sometimes moody, sometimes teasing, but always watching.

Their bond became magnetic.

One evening, the tension snapped again—harder this time.

Megumi returned home tense after a near-disastrous mission. Blood on his collar. A gash across his ribs.

Sukuna said nothing at first—just sat in the dark with his eyes glowing.

“I told you not to go alone,” he growled.

“I handled it,” Megumi snapped.

“Barely.”

The argument flared—and then, like fire drawn to oxygen, they collided.

Clothes hit the floor. Fingers dug into skin. Sukuna pushed Megumi against the wall, his mouth demanding, fierce. Megumi responded with equal hunger, clawing at the man who once terrified him—and now, set him alight.

Their lovemaking was brutal and beautiful—like a curse turned divine. Sukuna whispered filthy things against Megumi’s skin, kissed away the bruises and bled for him willingly.

When it ended, they lay tangled on the floor, breathing heavily.

“I’ll kill anything that hurts you,” Sukuna murmured.

“You already did,” Megumi whispered, curling into his chest. “And you brought it back to life.”

Page 9: A New Enemy Rises

But peace was fragile.

The higher-ups began sensing something dark clinging to Megumi’s soul. Not just cursed energy—but something ancient. Something forbidden.

Whispers of Sukuna’s return surfaced. Investigations were launched. Yaga was killed in secret. Gojo grew suspicious.

And then came the arrival of a new enemy: a curse born from timelines diverged, chaos incarnate—The Hollow One, a version of Sukuna twisted by the path Megumi didn’t choose.

“He’s me,” Sukuna said, voice grim as they faced the looming threat in a burning forest. “The version that never loved. The one who devoured you in the last timeline.”

Megumi’s heart clenched. “Then we end him. Together.”

Sukuna nodded. “Together.”

And as the world bent under the weight of time and destiny, Megumi stood beside his cursed king—not as prey or pawn—but as equal, lover, and the only one who ever made Ryomen Sukuna feel truly alive.