It was a couple of months after the fall and something has stirred from your lamenting. It strikes a deal with you.
Warnings: corecion (not sexually.), cursing, and kinda? Vomit. But reader doesn't throw up. Read masterlist description for more.
You didn't know what to do.
At first, it started with a simple headache, before it turned for the worst. You feel like you're actively dying. Maybe you are. Dying is probably better than whatever this was.
It got to a point where you coughed up something.
You had to cancel many missions for this— wondering if they will even allow it. What will the higher ups even say to your ridiculous request?
‘hey guys I think I might've been cursed and now I'm suffering from the side effects! There's also this spooky guy who keeps following me!’
Fuck no. Not only that, would you really put more worry on your friends? They're suffering enough. After all, you should deal with it yourself. You're a sorcerer after all.
You tossed and turned in bed, in a fetal position. Clutching your stomach. You couldn't even sleep. Like it'd let you anyway. You had to call off today again.
With a weak attempt to reach your phone on the counter, it slipped and fell onto the floor.
“Are you kidding…? Shit.” You mumbled. Could you even walk to get to it? Your legs trembled as you attempted to get up, coughing up a bit of the substance from earlier.
It wasn't even blood, it was too dark. It was pitch black, you looked at the splatter on the floor. It almost looked like tar.
‘There are worse things to worry about…’ you thought as you swiped away the ‘tar’ from your mouth, you finally managed to grab the phone, shaking a bit in your hold.
50 missed calls? Some of these are from a few weeks ago- they're mostly from first years and second years. Were they concerned about you? That's sweet, you thought.
You wished you could've told them that you're okay, and perfectly fine. If it wasn't for the fact you were possibly dying.
You weakly collapsed back into your bed as your headache got worse. You felt the very thing that had cursed you crawl up to your legs— up to your thigh.
getawaygetawaygetawaygetawaygetaway-
“I don't know what you are. But please.. leave me alone. I wish to see them. Let me leave.”
You plead. Begged, you could go on the ground and kneel, bash your head against the floor till blood ran down your forehead, you turned to lay on your back as you clutched the sheets. Your body temperature was too warm.
A shadowy figure took place, tracing circles on your thigh. Almost in an endearing way, even though it was far from endearing. It acts like it knows you, hell, it's probably been stalking you for months. And decided to snatch you while you're weak.
“I can let you see them.”
“On the count of you doing me a favor. I have been watching you. For a while. You are an idol— I've just never been able to speak to you yet.”
If it meant anything to stop feeling like shit. Then you're in. But then again, curses have fucked you over since the day you've broken your legs.
“That'd be stupid. I appreciate the offer, but what good have voices done for me? Nothing.” You pulled up the blanket just enough to cover your face, the curse in front of you still visible.
“Voices can hold a lot of power. There is no intention to hurt you. You can either choose to fade, and I'll bother you no more. But it should be known that I am a friend.”
“It feels like there's a catch. What do you want from me? I know you. You always want something in return.” Are you really going with this? It feels like you stooped to a new low. What would sensei think?
The curse leaned over your body, its face staring into your soul. You tried not to look at him too much.
“I will not take much from you. I want a vessel of my own. In return of my help, I want a new body. You will help me create my own doll. The one I have is battered and old.”
“Yes. The one I have now is old and made of material that rots.”
“I can't really help you there.” You shift, this time directly facing him on your side. “I can't make a new body. And… I kinda need mine.”
“I'm not sure what you're asking for. But we can still be friends in secret. I doubt jujutsu high could even take another vessel like Sukunas'. They wouldn't want another Yuji problem.” You said, blankly. Speaking of Yuji, he must've been worried about you.
It's been a month since you've spoken to anyone other than Yaga, anyway. But that's because of the exchanges you've had. If anyone else caught you like this, you'd be in for a lot of consoling and scolding.
“Yes. You can.” This time, the curse insisted almost like it was persuading you. Is it really a deal if it forces you to do something?
“You may choose a material. Less morid. Preferably wood or stone, both would suffice. Think of it as an arts and crafts project.”
“I'm not an artist, dude. You kinda have shit luck here. Go bother someone else, I can't help you.” It might've been harsh, but then again, this thing was a curse. You shrugged as you began to lay back down, turning away from it.
“Then fade. Your friends are checking up on you soon. I could easily choose for them to not see me, then again, I doubt you're choosing to talk to a voice in front of them.”
That made you sit upright. Did he manage to do something to contact a couple of people to see you?
“You're putting me in a bad spot. Stop that.” You said lightly, you couldn't stop your voice from shaking at the last word.
“Your front door is being unlocked.”
You snap, hands immediately caressing the sides of your head, everything was ringing— as a sense of unease took over your mind.
“Okay— God! Fine! Just relax… My ears are ringing…”
“Excellent. I'll be back tonight. Your friends are walking to your room right now.”
Over all of this, you don't even remember your doors being unlocked in the first place. You decided to lay back down, still uneasy.
This time your body didn't feel like it was your own anymore.
who should visit?
Yuji and Yuta?
Nobara and Megumi?
Voting ended onJun 3
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