Chapter Text
“...Satoru, show him to his dorm room. Be sure to explain the security arrangements to him as well.”
Yuuji ceased in his struggles to fend off the offending puppet as he heard the headmaster speak.
“Hm?”
Yaga glanced at the struggling teen, his dark glasses gleaming in the dim light as he turned. “You’re admitted. Welcome to Jujutsu High.”
Yuuji looked surprised for a brief moment. “..guh?”
In that moment, he let go of the puppet for a second, which it took to land a hard blow to his face. Yuuji yelped.
“Gah!”
The puppet suddenly stopped, plopping on the floor and falling asleep with loud snores. Yuuji groaned as he rubbed his now bruised face. “Ugh…”
“Sorry, I forgot to release the curse.” Yaga rubbed his head sheepishly, though he didn’t look sorry at all.
“Kudos to this guy,” Sukuna commented, a grinning mouth forming on Yuuji’s face. “It was fun watching you struggle.”
Yuuji sighed. Now he really wanted to punch the curse.
“Woah, this place is huge!” Yuuji said as he peeked his head into the room. Satoru was right behind him. Seeing all the empty rooms, Satoru explained. “All the second and third years are out at the moment, but you’ll meet them soon enough. There aren’t many of them, after all.”
Yuuji nodded, though he was only half listening, having already disappeared inside his room.
“Good lighting. Though if it were a warmer tone, it would be less harsh on your eyes, I believe. Dunno how these ‘lightbulbs’ of yours work.” Sukuna’s newly manifested eyes under Yuuji’s own flicked around the room, taking in their surroundings.
Yuuji walked around, exploring his new dorm room. It was pretty spacious, and had all the basic necessities– a bed, a wooden table and chair, as well as some of his previous belongings, packed hastily into cardboard boxes.
“How do you even know this kinda stuff? You know, with all the warm tones and all that,” Yuuji questioned as he inspected a ratty rug that was spread on the floor, flicking off a bit of lint stuck on it.
Sukuna was silent for a moment.
“I read a lot of scrolls back when I was alive.”
“Huh.”
Sukuna rolled his eyes at Yuuji’s response. “Don’t act like it’s surprising that I read, brat. My mother was very strict about my daily reading. And getting a proper education. And getting good grades, for some reason. She wasn’t very happy when I decided to start killing curses for a living.”
“..sounds like your typical asian parent,” Yuuji muttered.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sukuna snapped, his mouth opening near Yuuji’s shirt. The curse sounded like they were only a second away from ruining Yuuji’s shirt again.
Yuuji yelped, his hand battling at Sukuna’s mouth. “Nothing! Please don’t eat my shirt!”
Satoru watched through a crack in the door, snorting at the curse and vessel’s argument. Maybe he was right about Sukuna after all.