Archive of Our Own

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Dear diary,

Nope. Not doing that.

File number…

Log date?

Whoever is reading this,

You know what? We’re just gonna jump right into it.

If you are reading this, then you are either invading my privacy, or you found my dead body and broke into my phone. I don't know which is worse, but considering I like being alive— Not the point.

Where do I start?

How do I... Name! Right! I should start with my name! 

My name is Itadori Yuji. If I am dead by the time you are reading this, then here is all you need to know about the thing that probably killed me.

That sounded so cool. 

Ahem.

Yes, I kept the piece of Sukuna that survived being torn off Fushiguro.

And yes, it probably wasn't the best idea.

But! 

Before you shake your head or roll your eyes, look at the pictures I've taken on my phone and tell me that he isn't cute in his weird, gross blob way?

He has the consistency of putty!

I'm getting distracted again.

Sorry about that.

I don't know how to go about writing something like this. I’ve seen movies where the main character rambles off when making a recording, but it’s not like those are done in real time. It’s just writers and God knows how many takes— Damn it. I did it again!

Ok. Ok. I got this.

I should probably give you some context for all this in case you're some poor random guy who found my phone/body and has no idea what is going on.

If you're Kugisaki, give me back my phone.

If you’re Fushiguro… Bro code dude. Bro code.

For those who don’t know, Ryomen Sukuna was… the worst. Ever. Period. 

Think, history’s most wanted. But it’s secret history. Cause sorcerers aren’t known to the public, well, now they are. Details, details, as my Sensei would say—Sukuna’s a malicious, awful, horrible, mass-murdering, cannibalistic psychopath. A curse above all other curses. And he’s my curse. My fault, my…

It’s a long story. 

Anyway, he took over my friend’s body at the end of last year. Him and my m—Another shitty curse user tried to ascend humanity or some other bullshit. The whole Culling Games thing. My friends and I stopped it. Lost some good people along the way, but we’re all good now. 

Yup.
All good.

After I freed my friend, Sukuna became nothing more than a blob… thing without a proper body to latch on to. I decided to… show mercy, I guess? I mean, he’s a blob. He can’t move too far without me catching up to him. Sometimes he has legs and sometimes he just kinda melts in place, but he never falls apart completely so he must have some will to live. Even if it is out of spite. 

He swore so much when I first picked him up.

But has gone non-verbal since. I think that’s out of spite too. Kinda animalistic? But he’s always been aggressive. I don’t see much of a difference if we are being honest. When you’ve had the same voice barking inside your head for almost half a year, it’s the silence that ends up being more off putting. 

Either way, what is left of Sukuna is contained.

Mostly.

An old mason jar works wonders! And even when I let him out, he doesn’t leave my room unsupervised!

I can smash him out of existence at any time, so really, what could go wrong?

This is his chance for a redemption arc!

Or at least, whatever is left of him… man, my life is weird.

I have this idea to keep an updated record about this sukuna-blob creature.

Blobkuna.

Though, I'm just gonna call him Kuna. Between you and me, he gets pissy when he hears the word blob out loud.

As well as friendship. And apologize. And “SUKUNA!” really loud.

Actually, all the loud noises I make will make him upset. I wonder if it's the vibrations from the soundwaves because I don't see any ears on him.

Welp, that should be enough for now.

Sorry if this whole thing comes off as ramble-y. I’m using speech-to-text to log this all down while I hold my phone out like a tape recorder for added effect. It feels a lot cooler. I should probably go back through and edit some of this in case it becomes relevant later.

Note to self, edit Blobkuna log-entry-thing— Sukuna, no! Stop that! LET GO OF ME!

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Good news: 

I don’t think Kuna possesses the bite strength to break off another one of my fingers.

Bad news:

He is prone to biting when upset. Which is… often. 

I already knew he had a taste for human flesh, but this… Come on, man. Try using your words again.

I doubt he would like it if I bit him back. 

Do you think I could fit the entire blob in my mouth—Nope. We are not letting the intrusive thoughts win today. BUT THE THREAT IS STILL THERE!

I AM LOOKING AT YOU KUNA!

Speaking of eating habits…

I should probably mention his diet? I want to say he’ll eat anything, but after a couple of days, I’m starting to realize he only eats whatever I’m eating out of spite. That popcorn the other day? Spat it out after stealing the rest of my bowl. The gummy worms I brought home from the convenient store? I’m still struggling to clean them off the carpet? But my ramen noodle delivery order? He INHALED the pork and I never saw it again. 

Cruel and unjust. 

I have to eat standing up or super fast if I want to enjoy anything. 

I can’t even complain to Fushiguro or Kugisaki about my woes. I haven’t told them about Kuna yet. It’s not that I want to start hiding things or that I don’t trust them to keep him a secret from the others… Well, maybe it’s that. I don’t know.  I don’t really know how they’ll take it.

Kugisaki will call me an idiot.

But Fushiguro? 

…The wound might be too fresh. He doesn’t talk about his time with him, which I don’t blame the guy for. I don’t really talk about Shibuya that much, either. But, maybe… Nah. I won’t be a hypocrite. 

He’ll talk on his terms, and I’ll be there to listen. 

Until then, I can keep putting off this conversation about Blobkuna indefinitely, just like everything else I’m dealing with. Hah!

Honestly, they aren’t even the ones I’m most worried about. My Senpais…

Eh, I’m sure it will be fine. As long as Kuna can behave, maybe do that thing with his eye where it looks all innocent and cute— but it’s not —They’ll let him off easy. He’s just a blob, after all. The poor guy can’t even use his cursed techniques. Trust me, I’ve seen him try. Those round stumps that act as hands can’t make the hand signs he needs. And I’m not sensing enough cursed energy for anything to happen, even if he does succeed. 

The worst he could probably do is give me a paper cut if he's determined enough.

Or bite me again.

I should really disinfect this… Ok. Ok. I’m getting up now! 

Yuji, over and out! 

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Real talk, I don’t even know where to begin with this one.

I woke up to this, and my hand moved on its own to take a picture before the opportunity was lost. I’m actually recording out in the hallway right now. Fushiguro isn’t home, but I’m still whispering. Honestly surprised that this phone is picking my voice up right now.

Uh, right. A review of what happened. 

For the… log.

I came home after taking on a mission as a favor. Completely wiped. Exhausted.

It was awful. I don’t want to talk about it. Easily one of the worst missions since the, uh, December. 

Anyway.

I had taken Kuna out and forgot to put him away. Yes, I know that sounds bad—But! But, I was so tired and he was so… Kuna-y? He wasn’t doing much outside of watching the TV while ignoring me.

At least he didn’t escape? Got lost? Would I even put up flyers if I lost him?

Can normal people see him? I haven’t tested that out yet. If they can’t, then these pictures and my rambling must make me come across as a crazy person. Haha. Imagine… Ok, imagining. 

For the record, I’m not crazy. 

Ask my lawyer.

Ahem.

I fell asleep, then I woke up to… THAT! 

I didn’t want to risk waking the little monster up, so I tossed the cleaver to the ground. The very clean and unused cleaver. That’s important.

Kuna looked… oddly content when sleeping? His body grows and shrinks as he breathes. The deep breathing, not when he is awake and present. I’m surprised he even sleeps at all, honestly? 

If most of my body hadn’t been so frozen, or stiff, or whatever word you would use to describe that off putting realization that you were not, in fact, safe while unconscious, I would have reached out to pet his head to something. 

Please don’t judge me.

It’s instinctual. Like when you see a dog or any other small animals.

If I could pet fish when I pass by ponds, I would. 

I think it’s time to get locks for all the kitchen cabinets.

And my drawers.

And double check the ones to our bedrooms and the front door. 

I don’t know how I’m going to explain this all to Fushiguro. Something about developing paranoia after a late night scary movie. Yeah. That should work.

Seriously, how could I forget? Sukuna is a mass-murdering sociopath. Blob or not… I need to be more careful. It doesn’t matter how weirdly cute he is right now. I need to protect myself.

And come clean about keeping him as a weird pet thing.

I’m sure when the time comes to explain it, I’ll have the words all figured out. 

Until then… I should probably say something to Kuna, right?

No more sharp… anything in my room. I can threaten to take away something and refuse to leave the TV on while I’m gone if he doesn’t listen. Perfect. 

I’ll go do that right now, as soon as I get off the ground. 

Itadori Yuji, you are a genius!

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Did the blobby remnant of history's most notorious curse/sorcerer/thing need a bath? 

I don’t know.

Did I give him a bath? 

Yup!

Did it go well?

It uh… went pretty good? Overall. Definitely not at the beginning. 

At first, I thought I could just run Kuna under some water in the sink. Maybe pour some soap over him? But then I got this flashback to what happened with a slime I had as a kid and thought: Let’s be smart about this! Which led to me grabbing a drain cover for my bathtub to test some theories.

I already know Sukuna won’t dissolve. At least, I had hoped he wouldn’t. He broke into my stash of juice boxes and has a weird obsession with boba tea. I think he likes the chewy kind more, but he eats more of the popping boba when they are blueberry flavored. He makes such a mess! And the blue dye started leaving stains on my desk if I don’t clean it all up fast enough.

Bath time was supposed to give me time to do a deep clean without being judged from afar, but…

I didn’t put him under the shower. I thought it would be too forceful, you know? I don’t have one of those fancy adjustable nozzles Kugisaki adores. She complains every time she comes to visit.

So I put Kuna in the tub and started filling it with warm water. Not too hot. Unlike him, I am CONSIDERATE toward others.

Turns out, Kuna is not buoyant.

At all.

He sinks like a rock. 

And believe me, I am not proud of the scream I let out when I first looked into the tub and saw nothing floating about on the surface. I didn’t panic all that much after though. It was likely he jumped out when I wasn’t looking with the help of the rising water, but nope, he was stuck at the bottom, a bit hidden by the water coming out of the faucet. 

Poor guy wasn’t that mobile under the water either and kinda got swept around from the forming current. I shouldn’t laugh in hindsight. I was worried that he could have drowned! 

He breathes, right? Like, his body goes up and down pretty consistently. But when under the water, the bubbles you’d expect from something that needed air to live never came! And he didn’t show any signs of oxygen deprivation or even the need to take a deep breath when I pulled him out. Only a frown and an attempt to bite my thumb for leaving him alone! 

I dropped him back in the water after that. Then I picked him back up, cause I planned on adding soap to the bath and that giant eyeball wasn’t going to like it one bit. 

I ended up taking a bath with him. The hot water was much appreciated by my muscles. Two birds with one stone, you know?

The rubber duck was the perfect flotation device for him. I think he appreciated my kindness very much, considering he bobbed around for a while without much fuss. I stole a large measuring spoon from the kitchen and tore open a toothbrush for this little monster too. It might be a bit much, but I honestly didn’t mind giving his back a good scrub and rinse. 

I don’t know. Like, I should be mad at him. I should hate him without any regrets, and sometimes I really do, but… other times? I just… I hate being angry more, I guess? I can’t explain it. It feels dumb. Maybe it’s just because this blob is all that I have left of Sukuna, after…

After everything he… 

I…

Sorry, I’m going to end this entry here.

I had a long day.

I think I want it to be over now.

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I gotta share what happened. Like, HOLY SHIT —

Funniest thing in my life just happened. 

Oh my god. 

My sides are in so much pain and the struggle to breathe is a real one…

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

I think I’m all set now! I’m recording from the tiny balcony outside our apartment's living room. I hope my neighbors can’t hear my screeching, because man, they must hate me if they do… It’s not my fault I’m still laughing over it. The memory has been seared into my brain, never to be forgotten. 

It’s my one consolation prize for all the shit I’ve gone through. 

Context time. 

Kuna used to always get moody— more moody than usual —when I made hotpot for others. I didn’t really notice the first time when I taught Fushiguro my famous chicken meatball recipe, but when I made it for Gojo-sensei? I kept getting bit anytime my palm touched anywhere else on my body. It was awful. 

And after the Goodwill Exchange Event, us first and second-years all naturally have hot pot together, right? This guy decided that would be the perfect time to open his mouth on my face to steal food from my chopsticks when I wasn’t looking. And you know that sacred thing people do where they leave the best piece of food for the perfect bit— He did not respect that! Not one bit.

I’m still upset about it.

Kuna hasn’t changed since then. The only difference is that he can’t do anything during our meals because he’s locked in a room. But… I guess he can smell what we’re cooking? I come back and he looks all dejected. I swear he starts melting into a depressed puddle.

My dumb heart can’t help but feel bad.

Oh, wait, I could say it like,

Let me just… 

At the time of this recording, It’s hot pot season. Cold weather means warm food, and I’m not going to say no to more warm food. Understanding that, you can’t blame me for setting up my portable hot pot on my desk while Fushiguro was out to share lunch with someone… Even if that someone is the blob of dubiously murderous intent.

He had to use a little soy sauce dish for a bowl.

A bowl.

You can’t tell me that isn’t adorable.

And eating with him didn’t turn out as stressful as you would think! Sukuna got to pick and choose what he wanted— I was helpful and served him kindly! —which was very peaceful. Our meal wasn’t as lively as the ones I share with everyone else, but it wasn’t nearly as combative either. We actually SHARED the hot pot. No one stole all the mushrooms and blamed me for not buy three servings—

Sorry.

I keep doing that, and I apologize.

Besides, we haven’t gotten to the funny part yet!

Sukuna saw me dipping my food into this messy blend of spices and oils I use for my sauce, and he decided to try some. Without hesitation. 

He wanted to try the thing I dumped, like, half a jar of chili oil into.

I told him it was a bad idea, but he was already going for it. 

Between the high heat and the burning sensation destroying his taste buds, I wouldn’t be surprised if Kuna saw a glimpse of the afterlife the way he was screaming. 

THE KING OF CURSES COMES FROM A TIME OF NO FLAVOR! You see those videos about how a peasant from however long ago would die if they ate our food today— That’s him right there. If I had known he had such a stupid weakness, I would have brought the whole jar of this stuff to Shinjuku.

He knows what hot chili oil is, doesn’t he? He got all my memories or whatever when he was in my body. 

But does he know better? No.

Not one bit.

And I thought I had no brain cells left to spare—Ok, I’ll stop picking on him.

…After I laugh at this photo one more time.

Hehe.

Serves him right. 

And before anyone accuses me of being cruel, I DID TRY TO HELP HIM!

We tried milk and Kuna spat it out.

I stole some bread from the kitchen, and he spat that out too.

I read this trick on google where you put a lemon on the tongue, but when I showed it to him, Kuna hissed at me.

I don’t know what I was thinking after that.

He kept whining and all I could do was laugh and call the great King of Curses a baby as oxygen stopped going to my brain after a while. Imagine if he had tried to steal some of my spicy Korean ramen that I just recently bought? He’d be rolling on the floor!

I started to feel kind of guilty, so I grabbed the little guy and gave him a peck on the tongue— a completely impulsive decision —to make him feel better. A kiss to make the pain go away. A classic home remedy, and it works for all ages. Even those over a thousand years old, because Kuna got real quiet after that. 

Now that I think about it, I probably kissed him out of instinct.

He’s so small, like a deformed kitten. 

He also bit my tongue like one. Almost forgot to mention that. Sharp tiny teeth and everything. The little bastard stewed for a bit, ate the rest of his food, then left to do his own thing during his outside-of-jar time. 

Talk about ungrateful.

He came back when I opened my pretend-fancy custard pudding from 7-Eleven. I wasn’t surprised, and I did give him a spoonful, so I think I’m forgiven for ‘poisoning’ his food for yet another assassination attempt. 

You can’t see me, but I’m rolling my eyes with a smirk on my face.

Maybe this will teach Kuna to listen to me from now on… Ah, wishful thinking.

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Haha. I did it! 

I ACTUALLY DID IT!

Take that self-doubt. And Kuna! He may not have said anything, but I could see his lack of faith in his eyes—Or well, eye.

I haven’t slept in three days.

Or maybe I have, and it just feels like I haven’t? I have been passing out a lot, but I wouldn’t exactly call that sleep. More like a forced… 

…system… 

…shut…down… 

… BWAH!?

I’m awake!

I am, definitely, awake! 

Awake. Good. Here we go.

Have you, the hypothetical person reading this, considered that Kuna is naked?  

Blobkuna, specifically. Not the actual— I don’t want to picture it. What I am trying to get at is that while Kuna doesn’t have anything between or I guess around the base of his body to be considered anything… you know, he doesn’t wear any clothes! It’s all blob and nothing else. Considering his ‘true incarnation’ had very little to cover him up, I kind of get that it shouldn’t be an issue, but at least back then Kuna had pants!

Where did they even come from? In retrospect, I’m questioning the strength of clothes because Gojo-sensei’s shirt should have been minced a thousand times over… Same with a lot of clothes. Are the clothes we wear cursed objects?

ARGH!

I still have so many questions and they all keep me up at night!

I spent so many hours in bed just thinking about it— Kuna, the clothes —and then I started to feel bad. I’m keeping him indecent! I’m a monster! A monster! And don’t tell me that I shouldn’t feel bad because Sukuna would do the same if the roles were reversed because that just proves my point.

I don’t wanna be a monster… I should be saying ‘didn’t.’ Past tense. It was because of that thinking that I put some old skills to use.

I, like many energetic kids, ripped a lot of pants and clothes. Definitely had nothing to do with not knowing my own grip strength when getting my head stuck in a t-shirt or twelve. And because we weren’t made of money, my grandfather taught me how to fix my accidents. I’d like to think I’m pretty decent at sewing. Even if I had to read up on a few things… A lot of things.

Buying fabric and other supplies from the nearby craft store was simple enough. I also bought a plushie to use as my model, since someone wasn’t the most supportive assistant I could have. It was a round Frieza plush, by the way, and he was the most expensive part of the project, but it was worth it.

I set my phone up to take pictures every once in a while of my process. I don’t think Sukuna caught on to what I was making until it came time to dress him up. I guess this works to his defense, since I kept it a secret until the big reveal. 

He was… surprisingly ok with it? A lot of time was spent staring into the hand mirror I held up next to him. Some twisting and turning. I think he took issue with the bow. He tugged at it a lot, but he didn’t tear it apart, so yay! 

I think the bow is great.

If he didn’t want a bow, he shouldn’t have had such a cute bow to begin with. He’s lucky I made him something based on his inner domain look and not, like, a maid outfit. Or some other cosplay.

I mean, I still could…

My confidence is soaring right now. 

I bet I could do anything if I put my mind to it! I’ll either crash in a few minutes or plan out a dozen more outfits, just you wait! I have the power of God, and anime on my side—

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Let me preface this entry by saying that it was an accident. Nothing was premeditated or intended to go violently and I one-hundred percent didn't expect or want the final result, but… here we are. 

May I present to you…

Suku and Kuna.

The Blobkuna has doubled. And no, this isn’t a ‘water made him multiply’ situation. If that were the case, the bathtub would have been overrun with these little not-gremlins a few entries back. Blobkuna isn’t a single celled organism multiplying through mitosis either. Yeah, I did pay attention in class once in a while. No, I cannot tell you anything more beyond mitochondria being a powerhouse, and we love them for that.

What happened was entirely my fault. But like I said, an accident! Accidents happen, and what matters is that we can learn from them… God, I sound like Gojo-sensei trying to justify his decisions to Nanamin—

...

...Anyway,

I was preparing dinner with Kuna since Fushiguro was running errands to restock the apartment when I wasn’t paying attention to how slippery my hands were getting and… the cleaver I was using fell out of my hands. The cheap thing fell blade-first to the ground and instead of chopping my foot, it hit Kuna. Perfectly centered. Right down the middle.

Fuck.

I still can’t believe it happened! The only reason it didn’t hit me was because I felt the little guy crawling over my foot. Something that shouldn’t happen since he’s usually perched in my hood or judging my technique on the countertop.

When I say I screamed… I swear, someone is going to call for some kind of wellness check on my dumbass one of these days. I was so stunned! I didn’t even register the sound coming out of my mouth, and then when it stopped, I—

I cried. And I’m not ashamed to admit that! 

If you’ve ever accidentally kicked a dog or stepped on a cat’s toes because they were way too close, and you weren’t paying attention… God, this was WAY worse.

I thought I had actually killed him! Just like that, snuffed out in my kitchen all because of a stupid twitch of the arm… I WAS FREAKING OUT! Every stage of grief happened at once. The fact that it wasn’t a bloody mess instead of the two sad, unmoving lumps I was left with was the only thing keeping me together.

By the time I had noticed something was up with Sukuna’s remains, I had already begun scrambling to put whatever we had as an offering… It was… A zombie blob. I mean, not really, but I was freaking out for a whole other reason when the remains started wiggling. Instead of merging back into one, each half recovered what it was missing through the weak amount of cursed energy they had left. They started moving independently, and now we have… Two.

Two Blobkunas.

I am in twice as much trouble as I would have been before if I get caught now. Either it’s time to come clean, or I double-down on the secret. I’m sure there’s at least one God who will listen to my prayers… Right? Yeah. 

As a VERY SINCERE apology, I gave him— them? —some sliced pork belly strips and uh, one was way more enthusiastic than the other. I was not prepared for the two blobs to be so… different? They’re the same person, blob, thing! Shouldn’t they act the same? It’s not like they were raised any different… Unless the knife bounced and hit one on the head… Nah, that sounds stupid.

It’s a real good thing that I heal quickly and learned how to do it even quicker, or else people would be asking way too many questions. I actually forget that I can use the reverse cursed technique a lot, hence all the band-aids. I’m just going through the motions that I’m used to… haha.

At least one of the blobs seems friendlier than normal. That one gets to keep the nickname Kuna, because I think it sounds cuter. Don’t tell Suku that. He’ll get even angrier that he already is. Seriously, you can’t really tell, but the twins are actually smaller than the original by a little bit. So much rage in such a tiny little body.

I really can’t keep using the jar for containment anymore. I just feel even worse about it knowing that one would be crushed by the other inside. 

I guess it's time for an upgrade. 

Maybe a tank? Like the ones with heavy-duty latches for snakes! Oh, and I could even put things in it! Like a hammock, and blanket… Maybe a small stuffed animal? 

Shit.  

I just realized I have to make more clothes for them. 

Luckily, Kuna and Suku are the same size, so I can use Kuna as a model for both. I’m sure he’d be more willing to help me out. The other one… would probably chew through my fabrics. 

Wonderful.

I’ll be sure to record an update on that later.

Yuji, over and out!

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I don’t know why I started recording this one. Nothing crazy happened, I still haven’t figured out the blob living situation, but I just went through my recent pictures while searching for a meme to send to Inumaki-senpai and I couldn’t help but stare…

Kuna is so damn cute. Adorable. Physically affectionate. As long as I’m in eye-sight of him, he’s always coming over to get as close as he can. I swear, I feel this rumbling sensation underneath my palm when I rub his head. He’s purring. PUR-RING! 

And you know who gets all angry and bitey when I give Kuna attention? 

Suku. 

Obviously, the correct response to deal with a blob whose fangs are digging into your other hand is to scold him, then give him equal pets as well, right? Wrong. Before my hand can even touch his head, the little bastard hisses at me and scoots away. 

In the most classic tsundere move ever, he came back the third time this happened while I was resting my hand after sewing for so long, and just nestled himself perfectly between my fingers. I had no chance in hell of taking a photo because any hint of stretching for my phone on my bed made Suku look up and glare at me. I was too scared to ruin the moment, so I let it go for a while until I couldn’t hold the position any longer. 

I’m telling you, Suku’s like a freakin’ cat. He only wants to be touched on his terms, just how Sukuna used… to be.

Ah.

There I go again, thinking about silly things that get me going. 

...Can I make a confession? 

I’m actually out right now. I was on my way to a pet store when it started down pouring out of nowhere, so I had to find a place to hold up. There’s this café on the way with small, closed off booths for privacy. I think the owner thinks I’m some kind of delinquent or full-on Yakuza between the hair, the scars and the missing finger… Actually, I have this really funny story from the other day, but I guess the point is that today I was given this small place to rest in and a warm drink free of charge. It would be rude to cause a scene, so I gotta keep bottling a lot of things up. That way, I won’t lose control over myself and punch something I shouldn’t.

Still, I’ve been told it’s best not to leave things unsaid. If not to anyone else, then I’ll just speak in my microphone for the log and maybe when I go back and reread this, I won’t hate how I feel as much. 

Here we go, I guess. 

Sukuna and I… I lied about not talking to him all that much when we were together. Well, half-lied. We didn’t really talk, so much as mutually exist in the same space. That space being his innate domain. 

Normally, a place like that isn’t something a sorcerer can go into. It’s more of a proof of concept, I think? But because we shared one body and our souls were overlapping, my mind had a tendency to wander in. Only if Sukuna let me, of course. And he had a habit of leaving the metaphorical door open. 

I don’t know if he did it because he wanted me there… I want to believe that was the case. Why else would I keep opening my eyes to that throne of bones just as the nightmares started creeping up on me? I never used to get them, you know. They’re Sukuna’s fault, and now he’s not around to take responsibility anymore.

He never spoke of those nights. Neither did I. Those moments together, where we just existed as close as we could possibly be, they were something words would ruin. 

The day he left…

I cursed him. 

I cursed him so many times that I tore my throat apart after the others had taken me to get healed by Ieiri-san. Everyone thought it was for Fushiguro’s sake, and a lot of my anger was for him, but the shameful truth was that I focused more on myself. My failure to keep Sukuna contained. My own selfless nature being taken advantage of. My attachment to the unspoken moments we would no longer share after my mind had lost its worst freeloader. 

I haven’t slept well since that day. No one questioned it. Bad sleep was just a symptom of any number of shit that people expected my mind to be dealing with. Choso had tried to help…

The night I snuck what remained of Kuna home, I slept like a rock and it's been that way since. No nightmares, but no dreams either. 

I miss them. 

I hate that I miss them, even after Sukuna declared love to be a worthless thing to the bitter end, no matter what I did— If love is worthless, then why did a piece of him…?

Why is Sukuna still here?

Sorry.

This wasn’t… 

I don’t know what I wanted. 

Rainy days just get me down. 

Tomorrow should be better. I can already hear the rain slowing down outside, so I’m going to finish my drink and make a run for it while my chances of staying dry are high. 

Wish me luck!

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Hey, it’s me again!

You know, Yuji. 

You should already know my name if you’ve been reading these in order. But if you’re one of those people who picks a random manga volume and starts reading it without any context… Your energy scares me.

I kind of went way too overboard with this whole tank business. I also no longer have a usable closet, but I didn’t own enough clothes or things in general to make use of it. The consequences of pretending to be dead—Seriously, Kugisaki will not return some of my things even after she pulled the exact same stunt. Ok, maybe it’s not ‘exactly the same,’ but I would love to have my switch games back without having to beat her in Super Smash Bros. Ultimate!

And as far as the rest of my things… most of my old childhood stuff was put in storage thanks to my Sensei. He gave me the key to it, but I haven’t had the time to go back. Or the mental energy. It’s one of those… 

Anyway! 

ANYWAY! 

I made a promise for this entry not to get all emotional. Back into the closet we go.

A lot of it is stickers and static clings. The background, the foreground, and under the glass have them to mimic a larger environment, which is why I think Suku is so disappointed. In the meantime, I found some fuzzy fabric to use as a grassy… burrow? I don’t know if the blobs want or need a designated dark space, but now there is one! And a tube that goes nowhere. Not nowhere. It goes back into the jar until I figure out what to do with it. I put too many little figurines inside for there to be any space for it…

A few are from the pet store. Some are once again from the craft store. I added that mouth there out of clay to the shrine! It’s, uh… it’s way funnier if you have the context for it. But know that the tank is ‘Sukuna’s Domain’, so, obviously, the Malevolent Shrine has to be in it. 

Inumaki would have laughed at that one.

I don’t really want it to be a pet tank. More like a room within a room? They have more space to stretch their… muscles? Do the blobs have those? Or bones? I did not see anything when the accident happened, but I also know from touching them that there is some good density there. 

Point is, no more jar time unless they want it! 

Which I doubt.

I’m sure I can find some more furniture or make something for them to swap stuff around. There are these cool rope hammocks for lizards and tiny beds for hamsters… Or I could use doll accessories so they can have tiny versions of what I have. 

Hold on, I gotta… Write this all down. 

I just don’t like dead air.

Makes me awkward, even though I’m voice recording this to technically no one at the moment.

How am I hiding all of this, you may ask?

I don’t know. Good timing and living with someone who respects boundaries and doesn’t poke around my room? The blobs are quieter when I’m not around, which helps. They know they were smuggled in without anyone’s approval. Getting caught does no one any favors. 

Bringing the tank home was the trickiest part. I had to make sure Fushiguro wasn’t around, though… that doesn’t mean that Kugisaki didn’t break in either. Today wasn’t one of those days, but I still jumped up onto the balcony and went through those doors to be extra cautious. I’m glad that I’m strong because carrying that big ol’ rectangle of class would have been impossible otherwise. 

A funny thing happened after I lifted the tank just before leaving the pet store. The old lady who owned the store asked me if I could move a few others for her. I didn’t mind at all, so I ended up getting home later than I expected. She then tried to pawn off a couple of dwarf hamsters on me for my tank as a gift.

I told her I already had two at home but appreciated the offer. She asked for pictures— and their names —so grabbed my phone without thinking to show her the photo of the two blobs eating food and she said there wasn’t anything there! I guess the blobs aren’t visible to non-sorcerers after all. 

And I was stuck thinking of an excuse and apologizing to her about not having anything as a consequence. I know it was my fault for not thinking through every step of that conversation, BUT I wasn’t able to show off how cute Kuna was!

As you can see from the photo, Kuna is very photogenic. The moment the camera comes out, he is looking my way. 

So freakin’ cute! 

…If you’re a sorcerer, that is. 

If not, just imagine a cute one-eyed blob without any visible murderous intent way too close to my camera.

Side note: I need to make these two clothes soon. 

I have this silly idea that lets me reuse the same pattern twice, so I hope this project will go a bit quicker than I initially thought. 

I’ll update the log again once I’m done. 

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I have many thoughts, and I am struggling to organize them all. Typical Tuesday, am I right?

January is almost over. It’s supposed to be a New Year and all, but I don’t think it really feels like that despite all the celebrations going on telling me otherwise. A lot has changed with the reconstruction and the reorganization of Jujutsu Tech— I won’t even get into the politics. I’m steering clear of all that, considering who and what I am in relation to it all. Kusakabe-sensei said it would be best, and Fushiguro agreed, hence, why we got a place to ourselves off of school grounds.

It’s been nice.

But with everything so out of whack, this month really feels like a trial run for the next year, rather than it actually being 2019. It gives a lot of separation from all the heavy stuff in between. February will be my January, at least in my head. 

That won’t change the fact that my birthday will be coming up in about two months. I didn’t even think I would live to see my sixteenth birthday, yet here I am! Um, uh… Let’s hope I didn’t just jinx that.

Speaking of birthdays, I’ve officially missed both Fushiguro’s and Kugisaki’s birthdays this last year. I was playing dead for one and Fushiguro wasn’t exactly around for the other… So, maybe, instead of celebrating my birthday in March, I convince them to celebrate the two we missed as a group instead?

Food for thought.

I kinda wanted to ramble this idea down before I forgot it. These entries have spiraled a bit from what I intended, but I don’t mind. They’re more useful this way.

Now then, back to the blobs. That is why you’re reading these, eh? 

Unless you’ve become invested in little ol’ me as well… Haha, now I’m starting to sound like him again. 

I got clothes made for Suku and Kuna! While I managed to repair the mini Kimono I had initially made for the original blob, I couldn’t decide who to give it to, so I tucked it away for later. I know I could have easily made another, but then I wouldn’t have been able to tell them apart! And if I just made another of a different color, well, I might as well do something else a bit more fun. 

Something, say, I don’t know? A tiny blob version of my school uniform!? Complete with a hoodie that would have been more functional if either Suku or Kuna had defined heads to work with. As it stands right now, the interior of the hood just pokes the top of their eyes if they try to use it…

There are two versions. One is directly based on the red and black one I wear when out on missions, and then a white and blue one for contrast. I forgot to take a picture of the two together after first dressing them up, since Suku refused to sit still to remain in the frame long enough for me to nab him. This is actually the only usable photo of the two at the moment, and as you can see… The three of us were outside. 

In the park.

Technically in public—Listen, if most people can’t see them, then what’s the harm? I was very careful and chose a very secluded area of my local park to hang out in! 

And speaking of who can and cannot perceive them, I have several more questions that I can’t ask anyone without risk of getting in trouble! Look at the photo and tell me, aside from the obvious feral behavior we expect from Suku to display, how do the birds know that they are being chased?

Can they sense curses or cursed energy? The bare minimum required for someone to be considered a sorcerer, aside from a few special cases like Maki-senpai, is that they can see curses. Does that make the birds sorcerers? 

Are all pigeons like this? Are all animals like this?

I need to know.

I have to know.

Maybe Fushiguro would know with his animal-Shikigami or I could ask Mei-Mei since she channels crows with her technique… but asking her would be expensive, and I already wasted all my money on pet supplies, art supplies, and an extra order of Taiyaki since the little blob bastard ate mine.

Kuna’s adorable demeanor was a deception! A cruel joke to get close and steal my delicious treat right from underneath me. That photo was taken just moments before disaster! 

I’m keeping my guard up on both of them now. 

Sleeping with one eye open and all that. 

For some reason, I think the clothes have gained the same property as the blobs because Kuna was poking out of my hoodie— when I had already hissed at him not to —when I ordered my Taiyaki, and no one questioned it. No one looked at me in shock or confusion regarding the floating piece of doll-sized clothing. 

Not only am I confused about how animals work, but I am once again questioning the logistics of our clothes.

I am still mourning the loss of two of my hoodies that could have been spared if someone had just written a guidebook on all this nonsense! 

Sukuna! Why did you have to destroy everything I showed any preference toward?

Yeah, I’m looking at you two over there. 

Don’t wiggle away from me! Answer the question— Oh, shit, my pho—

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Itadori, you are not as sneaky as you think you are. 

I found your… diary.

I stopped reading after the second entry. And for clarity’s sake, I went through your camera roll after it was mentioned. I would rather hear you attempt to explain some of these photos in a way that doesn’t make my headache any worse than it already is.

Kugisaki will call you more than just an idiot.

I did not enter your room with the intention of going through your things. Our jackets got mixed up in the wash, and I had come into your room to swap them out while you were helping a neighbor move some furniture when I found your… blobs moving across the floor like they owned the place.

Did you seriously not get a proper lock for the lid of that tank?

More importantly, at what point did you think it was a good idea to take them outside!?

All it takes in one loud noise or something colorful and bright to catch your eye or some stranger asking a favor of you, and they could be long gone. I know you. I know how easily it is for you to get swept up in the moment. Usually, it’s… You can’t afford to make any mistakes right now. Neither of us can. Especially when it involves him.

They are not cute. The fact that there are two of them now— One of them keeps chewing on my jacket. I’m sure it's trying to break through to the skin. 

If this happens again, I will crush it.

Itadori…

I get that whatever this all is, seeing the different projects you have littered around your room is your way to processing everything that has happened. I’m not going to make fun of you for that, but I am going to yell at you for trying to keep this all a secret for so long. Our rooms share a wall. 

You should have told us, told me, sooner.

I get that it wasn’t that you couldn’t trust me. I am not angry. I am frustrated. Your consideration for my feelings, while appreciated, should not have been outweighed by whatever risk these things might pose. There are two of them now, and I will keep stressing that because if either of them splits into more— We need to have a proper talk about this. 

So, when you finish reading this, secure your creatures and join me on the couch.

Kugisaki is coming over tonight. We’ll talk to her together then, at the Karaoke bar. The soundproof walls will save us from another noise complaint.

As for everyone else… I guess that depends on how today goes.