Third POV
The sound of a chirping bird and sunlight hits the little Gojo's face. The kid groaned and opened his eyes in confusion. Sunlight peaked from the window beside him, he glanced around and found himself inside a makeshift cabin with traditional Japanese house architecture
It's not his house, but still warm and cozy. His body is still sore, and tired. He absent-mindedly lifted the blanket off his legs, preparing for the worst, only for his eyes to widen in surprise. He looks at his calf... it is all healed, just leaving a white line mark from the healed wound
'No way... did he?', Gojo can't help to run his mind through any possibilities, but then concludes that perhaps Sukuna healed him since there's no other curse residue, except Sukuna
Gojo sighed and took his chance to inspect the room. The room is small, yet he feels comfortable inside this house. It gives him the feeling of comfort, warmth, and peace. Feeling tired and sleepy, he closes his eyes while feeling the warmth and peace coming from the house and feels safe and secure in the King Of Curse's little dwelling
"You're awake brat"
A voice suddenly snapped him out of his sleepiness. Sukuna put rice, fish, and soy sauce on the dining table across the room he resides in
"Come here and eat"
Gojo looks at the curse, his eyes are still sleepy and heavy. The smell of rice, fish, and soy sauce makes his stomach start to growl. He was hesitant at first, but come to think of it. Sukuna heals him right? So the chance of him poisoning the food is unlikely
He nods his head. His eyes are still heavy, but he decides to get up from the bed and takes a seat by the table
"You sleep like a rock. Other people would run like a track star in my presence, you have no fear", Sukuna scoffs
'Right... I should be scared... but- I'm not afraid of him... He's so warm, and the curse is gentle and friendly when he doesn't use his cursed techniques. I feel comfortable and safe enough in his presence, which is strange. I am supposed to fear The King Of Curses', Gojo thinks.
Gojo ate the breakfast so fast as if he'd been starved for weeks. The food tastes very good, or maybe it's just him being hungry. He finishes eating in a while and burps. He looks around again and yawns
"Where are we? And... who are you?", Gojo already knows the answer. But he just wants to make sure that his assumptions are correct
"You're inside my house. Be grateful I didn't leave you outside for the wolves' meal, brat. And the name is Ryoumen Sukuna", Sukuna replied sassily
Gojo frowns and pouts. "I'm not a brat", He mutters
"Well, you never introduced yourself. How am I supposed to know-" "It's Satoru, Gojo Satoru"
It's Sukuna's turn to frown, and whack Satoru's on the head. "Don't cut me off"
Satoru yelped. Sukuna's hits do resemble his mom, he shuddered. Satoru rubbed his head and rolled his eyes
"Why you didn't leave me for the wolves? Do you want something from me?", he asked curiously.
"Why would I want something from you?", Sukuna replied sounding offended
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