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Mahito, the infamous special grade curse who has caused mass suffering and pain, some reason attached himself to you, an ex-Jujutsu-
Sorcerer.
He was sure you were an interesting man to Mahito. You lived on your own, having left the higher up of the school just before getting nominated to a Grade One Sorcerer. You still kept in touch with Gojo and Nanami, even some of the second years would still call you from time to time, but you always failed to mention the fact there was a powerful curse attached to you.
It was a difficult adjustment for you, living with a curse up your ass day in, day out. One of the only reasons you let him stay was because he hadn’t killed anybody new. He was busy annoying you instead of killing innocents, so you let his presence be.
He suck around for a few reasons. One being, you were friendly enough to him. Despite knowing what he was capable of doing, you never tried to exercise him, or ever tried to get rid of him in any way. That was another reason, he found you extraordinary in the way you handled things. Entertaining as well.
At first, you were wary of the curse; never letting him near you because you didn’t want your soul to get transfigured, still, you always tried to calm him whenever he got hyped up over seeing another curse in public. Of course the living situation was far-out. He didn’t get to sit on the same piece of furniture as you, couldn’t join you in the shower, or sleep in your bed. You did buy him a dog bed for your room though, so when you did go to sleep he could morph into a dog and have somewhere to lay. He thought it was a nice gesture.
Oh, yeah, another thing, you didn’t treat him too differently than a human; besides the whole transfiguration thing. Of course, you didn’t talk to him in shopping malls due to lack of other people seeing curses, but it wasn’t that big of a deal to him since you rarely went out in crowded spaces. You always had him by you, clinging to your space, yet you never put much effort into shielding him away from your personal life. He appreciated you for that as well.
You took time to explain unique things to him; why you chopped wood instead of buying it, how annoying it was to have to dust shelfs, where to buy the best snacks at, what some of the things were you’ve kept from friends or when you were a kid. Mahito even took the time to learn that you were trans, and what it really meant. He didn’t quiet understand the concept since he was a curse, also since he could contort his body in anyway he wanted so he couldn’t relate, but he never judged the human for feeling what they felt.
Besides that. When he wasn’t bouncing up and down, wasting his energy with asking stupid questions, or rambling on about other curses and cursed spirts, he liked to watch you. It was the only time was got quiet and you were very grateful for that quiet.
He watched when you would make coffee in the morning, always adding extra creamer to make it just the way you liked. When you get home from work, sometimes you’d go out and chop wood for the fireplace or watch tv, he’d admire you then too. Sometimes, you’d wake up in the middle of the night and walk out into the front yard, gazing at the sky and watching the stars as if it was the most beautiful thing ever. He would scan over you from the porch in half-dog-half-human form, his tail wagging, until you went back inside. He rarely asked what you were thinking about despite wanting to know. You never answered him directly anyways.
Sometimes, he would ask a question as you’d stop to gaze at a painting on the wall or one of your small figures on the shelf, and you wouldn’t answer. Over time he learned to not ask questions when you got quiet, even if it was mid conversation. Thats when he started to notice the smaller things about you; all thanks to the time he was spending in your space… things he’s sure not even your friends knew.
If you were out in public and someone called you “ma’am” or something of that sort, you always corrected them… but occasionally, you didn’t. He’d see you glance down at your chest and shift, adjusting your clothes against your binder. You would come home and not bring it up again in conversation with the curse, but he saw how your eyes avoided a mirror, and how you stay in the shower for a few minuets longer, letting the hot water beat down on you with your eyes closed, then after, you’d put on baggy clothes. It lasts for a day or so before you’re back to normal and un harmful habits… it always lasts a day or two.
Thats where you and him were now, Mahito was sitting on the edge of the vanity, legs kicking a bit as he stared at the foggy glass; the outline of you sitting down. You were talking to him before the shower as if nothing was wrong, as you generally do. But he caught how you didn’t look into the mirror when you had gotten undressed, and now how you went silent over the few minuets you were in the shower.
He knew when you were out today, someone had misgendered you, but you corrected them, and from what he’s recalled thats means you should still be okay after that…
He shifted and tilted his head, his voice more tame than usual, “Your awfully quiet.” After no response, Mahito then called out your name, but you barely grunted in acknowledgement.
Before he could speak up again, the shower stoped and you stood up, stepping out and grabbing a towel to dry yourself. Mahito was still on the counter, looking at the man with his tongue to his teeth as he struggled to think of what to say.
“It’s just one of those days.” You finally mutter, drying off, avoiding the mirror and avoiding looking down, you walk straight to your bedroom. As you act coy, he hops off and follows behind you, walking on the balls of his feet.
He saw you reach for your dirty hoodie that had been worn all this week; since the first time you got miss-called a few days ago, so spoke up in his high pitched voice, “Your different, whats going on? C’mon… you’re acting weird!”
You take a moment to get dressed, pulling the hoodie on, putting on boxers and socks, then fixing the fabric against your skin before sighing, “Havin’ issues with my looks again.”
Mahito narrows his eyes, “You have been for a while,” he admits, having a pretty good read on you, “Thats not good.”
You just nod in agreement at the statement, so Mahito takes the liberty and quips, “Can you tell me exactly whats bothering you? I hate guessing games.”
You sit down on the bed and shrug, “I wish i had a different body, you know that… I’ve explained it to you.” You scoot back in your bed and lean against the headboard, arms crossing over your chest.
Mahito sighs and sits down at the foot of the bed, knees drawing up so he doesn’t touch you. He stares at you like he has x-ray through your clothes. He has spent his whole life changing the shape and the overall being of living things, making them into whatever he desires, and he still cant fathom a reason he’d ever want to change your figure. Instead of keeping that to himself, he relays it to you.
You gawk at him as he spoke, unsure what to think on that front. But you then shake your head, “I do have a reason. You just don’t get it, i cant just change my shape into whatever i want like you can.”
Mahito groans softly, “I know! But even if… i dont see a problem with how you look now.” You shake your head at his words, mumbling, “People dont see me as a guy.”
He laughs, thinking thats bullshit, “But you are a guy!”
You narrow your eyes, “Exactly, thats why its annoying when people dont-“ He cuts you off by saying your name and tilting his head a bit. Once you’ve looked at him, he speaks, “If you’re a guy, then why do you care if someone assumed you’re not?” He smiles faintly, trying to be as non threatening as he can, “Do you care about their factoid opinions?”
“I dont care, no.” You look away. “They are just random people, it’s not like they did it on purpose…” Your head lowers, rationalizing your feelings a bit better now as you’ve said it out loud.
He chuckles softly, “Then why let it affect you?” You stay quiet, dwelling on his words. Mahito sighs and speaks up again, “I can always just change your soul if it bothers you so much-“
“No-! …no.” You shake your head and let out a breath, feeling a bit more relaxed in the head. “Im alright.” You shift and lay down, eyes fluttering.
He smiles to himself as he watched you grow more comfortable.
It was another one of those times where he likes to observe, just admiring you in the now peaceful quiet. He extends his arm and flicks off the lamp on the other side of the room, then stands up to leave for the dog bed, already prepared to transform.
“Mahito…” you speak up in the dark, moving a bit. He hums softly, and thats when you ask, “Maybe you can sleep in my bed tonight?”
He eyes narrow, wondering if you’re lying, but when you pull the covers over he lets out a small squeal and hops back into bed, happily getting under the covers.
You look at him and shift, “Don’t mess with my soul.” Implying he’s allowed to touch you.
He nods and slowly reaches out, “Wouldn’t dream of changing you.” And with that, he slowly wraps his arm around you.
You cuddle him back, his skin cold to the touch but his words make you melt. He molds to your body, the blankets draped over the two of you to keep you insulated. You can feel his body change to fit together with yours and it makes you ease up, your fingers ending up tangling in the ends of his long hair.
He doesn’t talk to let you fall asleep, able to feel your soul calm down and settle. He examines you as your chest slowly moves with each breath, how your body goes limp after a few minuets, when your lips part and you start to drool during the night. He never saw you up close looking so vulnerable, it was amazing; he was right. You are the most interesting man he’d ever met.