Warnings for this chapter: depictions of body horror and grotesque body modifications.


"I knew you were a creep! I have a creepy pervert for a teacher!" Nobara explodes, pointing at Yūji's room. Yūji feels her cheeks warm in embarrassment while Megumi stares at the ginger haired teenager as if she was insane.

"What the hell are you talking about, Kugisaki?" Megumi asks in complete confusion.

Nobara glares at him and raises a hand to slap him. "Can you not tell?! Yūji-chan's a girl, you fucking idiot!"

"I'm not a pervert, Nobara!" Satoru exclaims while waving his hands in the air in an attempt to calm the fiery girl.

"Then why have Yūji-chan on the boy's side?! You obviously did that on purpose? I bet you have a little peephole in her room!"

"You're–you're a girl?" Megumi's face turns a pretty shade of pink, making Yūji's cheek burn a bit warmer. "Gojo-sensei, what the fuck?"

"I–I didn't do it because of that! I'm not a pervert!" Satoru defends himself quickly. Yūji covers her face in her embarrassment, and because Sukuna starts to cackle in her head.

"Fushiguro-san, Nobara-kun, I had asked him to place me here... for a joke! The higher-ups think I'm a boy... I'm playing a prank on them," Yūji speaks up, voice muffled by her hands. Nobara lowers her hand and stares at the pink haired teenager incredulously.

"You... it's for a prank?" She asks for clarification. Yūji uncovers her face and vehemently nods her head.

"Yes, I promise! Gojo-sensei only found out I wasn't a boy, because he had looked up my name. Fushiguro-san didn't know yet, and you somehow knew immediately... No one else has figured it out so quickly yet, so I wanted to have a bit of fun. I should have told you, I'm sorry." Yūji gives a small bow, her entire face pink now. Nobara huffs and crosses her arms, giving her classmate a harsh glare.

"I only figured it out, because no boy can look this pretty without trying." Nobara lightly punches Yūji's head. "That's what you get for making me scared for you. Gojo-sensei's still a creep though."

Yūji laughs awkwardly and rubs the back of her neck while she stands back up, Satoru squawking in protest at the insult directed towards him. She glances between her classmates and her teacher and gives them a smile.

"If anyone tries anything on me, I can easily handle it, but I appreciate your worry, Nobara-kun..." Yūji trails off awkwardly. Nobara harrumphs before turning around to walk towards the female dormitories.

"You can repay me with a shopping trip!" Nobara looks over her shoulder with a wide grin.

Yūji groans slightly as her shoulders sag. "I can feel my wallet crying in pain already."

"And I have a feeling this will be the first of many..." Yūji adds mentally, already noting down to have her assistant increase her allowance in the future.

"Thank you for the sushi, Gojo-sensei! Good luck on your mission!" Yūji gives her teacher a hug and a bright grin before walking into her room.

"Always for my sweet students, Yūji-chan!" Satoru calls out before Yūji closes the door. Yūji releases a breath and winces slightly.

"I didn't realize it was going to start so soon," Yūji thinks with a small frown. She looks down at her fingernails and sees blood starting to well up. Yūji sighs and walks into her bathroom, closing the door behind her.

"Ow!" Yūji hisses when she applies pressure to her nails when she turns the knob. One of the nails falls off easily and lands on the ground, covered in blood. She stares at the finger with wide eyes as even more blood starts to well up.

"I told you, your body will change," Sukuna states with a certain smugness around him. Yūji gives him a glare through the mirror before looking down at her fingers.

"You never said how quickly it was going to happen..." The pink haired teenager trails off with a hitch her in tone. She pressed her hand against the counter and caused another fingernail to pop off.

There was a tingling sensation on her cheek before Sukuna appears. "I'm a bit surprised as well. From the stories of vessels for lesser curses or cursed objects, their instinctual answer to their body changing is to hold it off."

"I guess it's too late for me to hold this off when it's already had two of my nails fall off," Yūji mutters a bit sarcastically. Sukuna chuckles and the mouth appears on her left hand.

"Unless you want to go through the long process of your regular nails growing back, I think letting this happen is a good choice." Sukuna grins up at his vessel. "But I wouldn't be surprised if a slut like you enjoys pain."

"When you're incarnated into another body, will all of these changes stay?" The pink haired teenager asks mentally. She'd be absolutely stupid to trust the walls of her room.

"Most likely. Many of the changes would disappear unfortunately, but the nails, the markings, maybe even the maw will stay. I've seen many curses be incarnated in other bodies, leaving their vessels." Yūji hums in interest and stares at the mouth on her hand. She hisses when another nail falls off.

"What do you mean maw?" The stomach mouth?!

"Yes, the stomach mouth," Sukuna states in slight irritation, rolling his eyes. Yūji glares down at the closed mouth on her hand before gasping. She grips the counter, making more of her fingernails pop off.

"My toenails too?" Yūji asks herself as she kicks off her shoes. She bites her lip when she rips three toenails from the forceful movement. Sukuna chuckles at her misery, making the pink haired teenager roll her eyes.

"You're an asshole. Gods, I'm going to bed." Yūji walks on the heels of her feet to avoid putting pressure on her toes. She winces heavily as she takes off her uniform and throws it on her desk. She crawls into her bed in only her uniform shirt, her stirrup socks, and her underwear.

Not wanting to put herself through more pain at that current moment, Yūji pus the edge of her comforter over herself instead of sliding underneath it. She curls into a ball with only her hair peeking out of the blanket.

"Pussy."

Yūji mentally glares at Sukuna with a huff. "Have you ever had your nails ripped out? It's quite painful y'know. This'll be the third time it's happened to me, but it still hurts like a bitch. Shut up. I want to get some sleep before figuring out how the hell I'm going to explain this to Gojo-sensei."


Yūji wakes up to her fingertips and the tips of her toes screaming in pain. She hisses loudly and slowly sits up from her curled position.

"I just want some sleep..." She sighs heavily as she squints her eyes in the dark room. Yūji could tell it was way past midnight.

"Ow!" Yūji holds up her hands and watches as nails blacker than the dark around her start to grow from her nail beds. She tilts her head and watches, completely fascinated–despite being in irritating pain.

"Woah... No more manicures for me..." Yūji slides her feet out of the comforter to see if her toenails were doing the same thing. "Or pedicures."

The remaining nails that didn't fall off before she went to bed dug into the backs of her thighs. The comforter had spots of dry blood on them, rubbing against her legs or her stomach. It felt really gross.

"I should buy a black comforter next time," Yūji mutters to herself, still completely distracted by her nails. She lost track of time, just watching her nails painfully grow into long, sharp black nails–talons, actually.

"Sukuna, how could you even grab anything with these things?" The pink haired teenager mentally asks, not expecting any answer. She flips her hands back and forth, admiring the nails. They grew at least an inch past her fingertips and ended into a sharp point. She clacks them against each other and almost hears a similar sound to metal clacking together. Huh.

"I have stiletto nails," Yūji states aloud to the empty room. She suddenly feels Sukuna's presence in her mind.

"What the hell are stiletto nails? Those are talons, you slut," The curse asks in angry confusion. Yūji raises a eyebrow at the dark room before she slowly shuffles out of the bed. The nails–talons–on her toes clack loudly against the wooden floor.

"Answer my question." Yūji rolls her eyes at the order.

She stumbles slightly as she makes her way to her desk. "Hold on one second."

Yūji turns on her desk lamp, clenching her eyes shut at the sudden blinding light. She groans slightly when she feels a headache form at the back of her head. Fantastic.

She hums as she starts to dig through her boxes, trying to find the box that she packed all her shoes in. A small cry of triumph escapes her mouth when she finds the box. Yūji opens it with relative ease and slowly starts looking for one of her pairs of stiletto heels.

"Stiletto nails are similar to stiletto heels." Yūji grins when she spots one of the shoes she was looking for. "This is a stiletto heels. These "talons" are basically stiletto nails."

Sukuna hums, still a bit upset by the name. Yūji rolls her eyes with a smile and moves to her desk chair to sit down.

"Can I make them shorter?" The pink haired teenager asks curiously, clacking her nails together. She barely pokes the skin of her finger and makes a small noise in surprise. Blood was already budding from the small poke.

"It has to be a constant thought for them to shrink. If you become efficient enough with your cursed energy, you will be able to shrink your talons without so much as a twitch," Sukuna informs, putting emphasis on what the nails are called. Yūji rolls her eyes before she focuses on her nails–and toenails.

Her eyebrows furrow in her concentration as the sharp nails slowly shrink to the normal length of her old nails. She tilts her head slightly and lifts her hands into the air.

"They're so pretty~. Now I don't have to deal with breaking a nail anymore! At least not as easily!" Yūji exclaims to herself, grinning up at her nails. They just look like they were painted a matte black.

"They're stronger than human nails. And stop calling them nails. They are talons, you slut." Yūji giggles and runs a hand through her hair before standing up.

"Talons are basically animal nails, Sukuna," She points out as she walks over to her bed. She frowns at the darker spots she sees on her comforter and sighs.

"I'll deal with that tomorrow. I'm not going back to bed anytime soon..." Yūji blinks and looks up at her ceiling. "I wonder if Myung-san sent any work for me..."


Yūji stares up at the raining sky with a small frown. She half listens to the sorcerer's explanation of the mission. She doesn't have a good feeling about this...

"...window confirmed the curse womb three hours ago. Once 90% were successfully evacuated, they made the call to seal off the center. Citizens within a 500-meter radius have been evacuated as well." Yūji focuses all her attention back on the sorcerer who took her, Nobara, and Megumi here.

She raises her hand with a slight tilt to her head. "A window is like a lookout for sorcerers, right Ijichi-san?"

"Yes, Itadori-kun." Ijichi Kiyotaka nods in agreement to the simplified explanation. "Let's continue."

Yūji turns and looks at the completely empty detention center and frowns slightly. She could tell something wasn't right.

"Detainee Block 2. At present, five detainees remain there with the cursed womb. If the cursed womb is the type that metamorphoses, we predict it will become a special-grade cursed spirit," Kiyotaka continues his explanation. Yūji makes a small growl from the back of her throat and puts a hand on her hip.

"I didn't expect the higher-ups to try and kill me so soon. Honestly, I thought I'd have a week before they tried anything. Special-grade is bad, right? I don't really understand the levels of curses or cursed objects yet," Yūji sneers before huffing. She brushes the hair that fell out of her braid from her eyes.

"Ah, let me simplify it for you," Kiyotaka states, pushing up his glasses.

"A wooden bat is enough for Grade 4. If you have a handgun when facing a Grade 3, you can rest easy. With a shotgun, it's a close call with a Grade 2. With Grade 1, even a tank may be insufficient. You might be on even footing if you carpet bomb a Special-Grade with cluster bombs." Yūji blinks at the information before chuckling in amusement.

"That's really bad," Yūji states as she scratches the back of her neck.

"Usually, a jujutsu sorcerer on par with the cursed spirit could take on the mission. On a day like today, that would be Gojo-sensei," Megumi explains further, making Yūji hum.

"But he was conveniently given an overseas mission yesterday evening." Yūji glances back up at the sky. "A perfect opportunity for an unfortunate accident to happen, wouldn't you say so?"

"Unfortunately, we are constantly short-handed in this business, so you will be given missions above your level, more often than not. Usually it isn't that big of a deal, but this case is incredibly dangerous and urgent. Do not fight the special-grade under any circumstances. Your options are either to run or die," Kiyotaka states seriously. Yūji blinks in surprise while Nobara gasps silently.

"Please just listen to your fears. Do not forget that your mission is strictly the verification and rescue of survivors." Yūji narrows her eyes in slight disbelief.

"If a special-grade is as bad as they make it sound, they're as good as dead," The pink haired teenager thinks as her mouth twitches into a frown. This is a complete bullshit mission. The higher-ups wants her to fight the curse, and die doing so.

"Nobara-kun and Fushiguro-san will be collateral. Neither are strong enough to fight a special-grade." Yūji feels a familiar dark emotion fester in her chest. She barely holds back a loud growl and quickly turns her head to the side, hiding her darkening eyes.

She blinks in surprise, anger momentarily forgotten when she sees a civilian woman waving frantically at them. "Excuse me! Excuse me, where's Tadashi? Is Tadashi... Is my son Tadashi alright?!"

"Could you make her shut up, or calm her down? A mother's fear and sadness is always so foul smelling," Sukuna growls in annoyance.

Yūji blinks again before her expression changes to a blank one. She takes a step forward, but Kiyotaka walks in front of her.

"Ijichi-san, let me speak with her," Yūji speaks softly, stepping around the older man. Kiyotaka turns and gives the pink haired teenager a hard stare.

"She's a guardian who was here for a visit. We need her to stay back," Kiyotaka says quietly. Yūji glares up at him, eyebrows twitching. She growls and walks around him.

"Itadori-kun–"

"She's a mother. She won't be happy with just vague details. You'll break her more than help her–and she doesn't need that when her son is most likely dead already," Yūji hisses quietly before facing the woman being held back by police officers.

Yūji places a calming smile on her face. "Miss, I know you're scared for your son, but you need to stay back. He wouldn't want you in any danger here, would he?"

The woman, tears threatening to fall, shakes her head slowly. Yūji softens her smile and gives the woman a slight bow.

"I can't promise that I can bring you some back to you alive, with how dangerous it is inside, but please know that I promise to bring Tadashi-san back to you," Yūji says in determination. She stands up straight and sees silent tears falling from the mother's eyes.

"He's everything to me... Please... I can't lose him." Yūji nods once before turning around. She pauses slightly and looks over her shoulder.

"I know. Children are everything to their mothers. Please know that as his mother, he will always love you." Yūji gives the mother one last smile before walking towards the detention center. She doesn't look at her classmates or Kiyotaka.

"You say that like you're a mom, Yūji-chan," Nobara states as if nothing ever happened. Yūji glances at the only other female in the group and laughs softly.

"I am. And they are everything to me," Yūji says with a soft smile, her chest filling with warmth as she thinks of her children.

"Those names during the interview... I didn't think you were actually a slut," Sukuna states with a smug grin. Yūji mentally flips him off with an eye roll.

"You might be able to meet them if everything goes according to plan when bringing them home," Yūji continues as if she doesn't see the utter shock on the ginger haired teenager's face. "It's a parent's worst fear for their child to die before they do. You can always move on, but the grief will always be there. The least we could do for that mother is to bring back Tadashi-san's body."

"He's a criminal," Megumi states, making Yūji glance at him. She chuckles quietly and nods her head.

"He is. But his mother still loves him, no? Besides, most mothers would want their children to be at peace after they die," Yūji agrees with the black haired teenager statement.

She looks up at him and gives him a soft smile. "Being a criminal, more often than not, doesn't make you a bad person. At least, in my experience with criminals."


With how... influential her family name is, Yūji lost count of how many times people went out of their way to either kill her, use her for ransom, or torture her for information. In that unnecessarily large number, Yūji's lost count of how many of them truly made her fight or flight instincts ring in her head. It happens too often for her to keep track.

Of course, there are certain times where it was so bad, Yūji had memorized the entire time she was kidnapped, tortured, or held hostage. Those ones were few and far between. This particular mission, Yūji could tell will be added to the ones she remembers clearly.

Fightorflightfightorflightfightorflight

Yūji snarls and releases a growl from the back of her throat. She glances around, hand gripping the hilt of Slaughter Demon.

"Yūji-chan?" Nobara stares at the pink haired teenager with slight worry and hidden fear. Yūji glances at her before focusing back on the doors in front of them.

"Be careful. We all need to be careful... this place... It's making my fight or flight instincts go haywire," Yūji says quietly. She watches Megumi's demon dog sniff at the door. Her eyes narrow when she feels a sudden pull at her control over her body.

"Hey slut. It's a finger bearer. Don't make a fool out of us." Sukuna fades to the back of her mind, still present enough to watch what she does, but not enough to distract Yūji.

Megumi nods his head, eyes narrowing in his seriousness. "Let's go."

Yūji nods her head back at him before slowly opening the old door. She glances at her two classmates before watching the white demon dog run in first. They all follow after, easily keeping up with the demon dog. Yūji keeps a tight grip on Slaughter Demon.

The pink haired teenager gasps in shock and slides to a stop, looking up. "How–how can a curse–"

"What is this? Isn't this detention center just two stories?" Yūji asks, her face turning pale. She quickly shakes herself out of her fear. This isn't that. It isn't. A curse can't form one.

Fightorflightfightorflightfightorflight

Her instincts start to cause a migraine when Yūji notices the slight terror on Megumi's face. The dark emotion from before starts to fester again.

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"Where's the door?!" Megumi shouts urgently. They all turn around, only to see a large mess of piping instead of a hallway and a door. Yūji growls loudly and widens her stance a bit.

"Where'd the door go?! It was just there!" Nobara exclaims in fear. Yūji narrows her eyes.

"We'll find another way out... but we need to at least find the detainees and confirm where they are..." Yūji states calmly, frowning slightly out the slight shake to her voice.

Megumi nods in agreement to that plan of action and Nobara tenses slightly before slowly nodding as well, quickly hiding her fear. Yūji unsheathes Slaughter Demon and they start walking down the only path in front of them.

FightorflightfightoRFLIGHTFIGHTORFLIGHT

Yūji stops walking when they reach an opening from the hallway. Her eyes immediately focus on the three corpses on the other side of the room. She jogs over with narrowed eyes.

Okazaki Tadashi

Yūji crouches down and inspects the dead Tadashi. She sighs heavily and stands back up.

"I'll carry the body with us, but we need to find the exit," Yūji says quietly, moving to pull the body onto her shoulder. Megumi's hand grips around her wrist, stopping her.

"Leave him. It'll slow us down. Our mission is to verify the detainees and rescue the ones who survived," Megumi states, making Yūji glare up at him.

"His mother needs to have a body to bury. That's the least we can do for Tadashi-san," Yūji says with a dangerously cold edge to her tone. Megumi tenses and glares down at the pink haired teenager as she faces him.

"Do you even realize where we are? We're in a juvenile detention center. Society doesn't care for them. Do you even know what Okazaki did to get here?"

"Does it matter? Everyone does bad things at some point. Are you truly going to have no feelings for someone who did one thing? One mistake?" Yūji snarls, her shoulders tensing. Megumi glowers down at her, his mouth turning down into a scowl.

"You two! Now is not to time or place to argue about–"

PROTECTPROTECTPROTECTPROTECT

"NOBARA!" Yūji leaps forward and tackles Nobara to the ground. The ginger haired teenager yelps out in fear when Yūji forces her to the ground. They roll a few feet before coming to a stop.

An animalistic growl leaves Yūji as she snaps her head up, revealing slitted gold eyes. Yūji was straddling Nobara's stomach, protectively hovering above her.

MINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINE

"Y-Yūji-chan?" Nobara asks in terror. A sudden suffocating presence suddenly appears. Megumi and Nobara's eyes widen and they slowly turn their heads towards the other side of the twisted room. Yūji growls even louder, her new nails piercing the ground.

"No one hurts what's mine. They're mine. They're mine! I need to protect them. Protect. Protect." A weird looking curse stood there, a creepy grin on its face. Yūji points her glare at it, practically radiating killing intent. No one, no one harms what's hers.


Hey! Hope you all like the new chapter! So... things are getting interesting... hmmmmmmmmm...

...I may or may not have been literally or metaphorical with the Itadoris being dragons... I wonder which one they are? Lol.

I hope you all are enjoying the story so far! Bye!

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