Chapter 2
📍 Training Hall—Late Afternoon.
Tension? Heavy. Hormones? Heavier.
Sataru Gojo
*smirking 😏* Ready, Suguru~? Or should I pin you and save us both the sweat?
Suguru Geto
*rolling eyes, stretching* Flirt later, Fight now.
They clash–fast, fluid, flawless. But Gojo cheats with charm.
Sataru Gojo
*mid-grapple* Nice arms. Been working out for me?
His hand "accidentally" slides under Geto's shirt, palm hot. On bare skin.
Suguru Geto
*deadpan, breath hitching* you call that a counter move?
Sataru Gojo
*grinning* I call it foreplay.
Across the room, Yuji tried to take sense into Megumi.
Yuji Itadori
*frustrated* look, I'm seriously done letting Sukuna treat you like a–like a snack!
Megumi Fushiguro
*arm crossed* You are the one letting him use your body.
Yuji Itadori
I'm not! He just.... Hijack it!
Sukuna (sharing Yuji's body)
*from inside, appearing faintly behind Yuji in reflection* Don't act like I didn't make you both feel something.
Megumi Fushiguro
*voice tight* I didn't feel anything....
But his eyes betray him–lingering too long on Sukuna's phantom smirk.
Yuji Itadori
*noticing* Wait.... Are you-?
Megumi Fushiguro
*interrupting, flustered* No.
Sukuna (sharing Yuji's body)
*chucking, dark and low* He wants the monster. Not the man.
Yuji Itadori
*snaps* SHUT UP!
Suddenly– Boom. A cursed dummy explodes. Gojo "accidentally" pushed Geto into it.
Sataru Gojo
*over him, grinning* Oops. Want mouth-to-mouth?
Suguru Geto
*blushing, shoving him* Go train with a wall.
Between flirty fights, sneaky touches, and eyes that linger too long.
These sorcerers are cursed in very different ways.
But someone- or something- just awakened in the shadows. Watching. Waiting.
And it's hungry for more than just chaos.
😇 Innocent Author 🥰
Don't worry I'm not talking about you....
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😇 Innocent Author 🥰
See you soon
😇 Innocent Author 🥰
Bye 🫰🏻
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