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 The characters of Jujutsu Kaisen don't belong to me. Using an alternate, fictionalized version of Gegê Akutami's anime.

𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, Mixblues__

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How many near-death moments can a human being go through in their lifetime? Something so precious, fragile and of such great value.

And what are the chances that the world is giving a clue of something unusual, that it shouldn't, but it's happening?

Sukuna didn't consider himself a clueless young adult; he always looked both ways before crossing the street, didn't leave when the weatherman said a storm was coming, and always made sure that when he left the house, the appliances were turned off.

However, for some joke in the universe... at that very moment, he was in his "near-death experience" number ten.

He was about to step onto the sidewalk to cross the street when he noticed that his shoelaces were untied. Given this need, he stopped and crouched down to tie them up; suddenly, a loud noise ahead caused him to lose his balance and fall sitting on the asphalt.

Two buses collided head-on on that track. What were the odds?

Sukuna snorted at the joke that is his life and continued. It was ridiculous how he got used to this kind of event. That was the tenth incident he had witnessed.

The first was when, to rescue a black cat in the middle of a storm, he avoided stepping on a puddle of water. He would later realize that an electrical cable had been cut and fallen into it; if he had stepped on it, he would certainly have been electrocuted to death.

The second was when his watch refused to sound the alarm and he ended up missing his flight from Tokyo to Kyoto. The news later revealed that his plane had suddenly crashed without warning in a residential area.

The third was in a restaurant. Sukuna had accepted the waiter's suggestion and ordered the "house sashimi", but due to some slip-up, there was an accident with the kitchen ingredients and he decided to change the order out of impatience. Minutes later, four people who had previously ordered the sashimi were taken to hospital with severe food poisoning. One of them went into a coma for three days.

The fourth happened when he decided to run in the park to relieve stress. When he left home, he missed his headphones and went back to get them, even though he was sure he had put them in his pants pocket.

In that three-minute interval, lightning struck the very tree under which he used to stretch. It came out on local TV as a "miracle".

And he could go on listing.

It became somewhat... normal to do this; you could say: every day.

Not that he had accepted the fact that he would die at any moment, or that he was more than convinced that any deity watching him from heaven was a spoiled brat with a magnifying glass, turning him into a miserable ant.

It has been well said that a human being is nothing when compared to willingness of God, or whoever.

And Sukuna knew very well what his place was in the whole cosmos; though he also knew that he himself could be very stubborn. So, as good 'creature of the Lord', he had to test how much his God was willing to do for him.

'What could I lose?' Thought one day.

Beyond his life, of course.

He considered, of his own free will, playing the mad scientist, being his own guinea pig when conducting field research.

He was willing to put himself in danger to see if he was right; and deep down, he knew that was it. Many events had happened to categorize it as a series of coincidences.

But it was extremely difficult to plan his death 'accidental'.

Sukuna once stood on the subway tracks with open arms; he had been surprised that no one had come forward to get him out and stop his suicide attempt. The next second, he heard a loud voice saying that the subway had stopped working that day.

Definitely there was someone manipulating his destiny.

Curiosity ate him alive, how far could this stranger go...? God? Karma? Sukuna couldn't decide.

He had been in trouble many times in childhood, due to his curious nature; when secrets or strange situations were revealed before him, the need to know how it worked, its origin and its end arose in his heart. That's certainly why he chose a career in which he could unravel mysteries at will. He chose to study anatomy at the University of Tokyo, so that he would someday become a coroner.

So would Sukuna be willing to throw this away just to test a hypothesis? No, of course not.

He wasn't an idiot.

But I hoped that the 'God' who was taking care of him was. That way, he would only have to make him believe he was about to die. So perhaps this curious entity would appear in front of Sukuna.

Hence came the final big chance once and for all.

On his next days off from university — due to an international festival that brought exchange students together to strengthen ties with other countries — Sukuna visited the Tokyo Opera City Tower building, a fifty-four-story skyscraper located in Shinjuku.

He wouldn't kill himself, he knew that. I just needed to test your theory. So, without the security guards noticing, he entered the stairs and took the elevator to the roof.

It took about a minute due to the distance.

Up there, the noise of the city fell silent. It was as if the whole world had stopped, and all Sukuna could hear were the strong gusts of wind. His hands were numb, but they began to sweat with nervousness.

His knees were shaking slightly. The temperature dropped, and oxygen thinned. The icy wind hit his cheeks as he approached the edge.

I just needed to stay there. Something would happen — he was sure. Maybe a helicopter would appear out of nowhere. Or, absurdly, someone was setting up a giant trampoline on the asphalt, ready to trim it at the exact moment.

Then he climbed onto the parapet, standing at the end of the building.

He closed his eyes, the wind there was noisier and more boring. Sukuna opened his arms and waited. One, two, three minutes.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Opening his eyes he snorted, a little disappointed to refute his theory; Perhaps he needed to throw himself off the building, but he wasn't crazy enough to do so. It had been an educational experience and he could almost hear Uraume's voice in his brain: 'Did you really think something was going to happen, Sukuna...?'

He was a dreamer, he couldn't help it. He always believed that the fantastic existed and, perhaps, his life was destined to discover it.

He took a deep breath and turned around, it was time to get back to his daily life.

When he opened his eyelids he found two large golden eyes, right in front of his face. "What are you doing?"

"FUCK!" Sukuna screamed in surprise. There was a guy there, in front of him. Or was it a boy?

'Where the hell did it come from?'

He retreated without thinking and the edge of the building ended; his world literally turned upside down as he fell from the skyscraper.

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!"

It was all that came out of his mouth as he fell at full speed. He had to accept that this was definitely the stupidest thing he had done in his entire existence and now, as a result of his choices, he would send his entire life to hell.

The wind rushed down his face at incredible speed. Tears began to well up in his eyes as he tried to see the dots below approaching. Until... it stopped falling... or rather, someone picked it up.

The same cherry-haired, golden-eyed boy held him in his arms. Sukuna pushed him by the shoulders, away from himself. I was convinced that the strange gleaming character managed to drug him or something like that.

He slipped out of those arms, but to his surprise, he kept falling off the cliff.

"WHAT A DISGRACE!"

He screamed again as he saw the sidewalk and his death approaching at hundreds of miles an hour.

But this time, he stopped falling, being supported only by his shirt. Sukuna looked up, the same golden-eyed young man holding him as he... flew away?

"LET ME GO, LET ME GO! FUCK" He screamed.

"If I do this, you're going to die," the boy pouted. "Is that what you were trying to do?

Okay, so this whole time he wasn't dealing with a genius or anything.

He wanted to vomit.

His mind began to wander as to how terrible an idea this had been.

And now his stupidity was making him pay.

"I'm still going to die, right?" He murmured watching the ground move away, like a movie being turned to the beginning by a remote control.

Within moments, above his head, was the roof of the building from which he had fallen, when he was carefully put back in place.

Sukuna tugged hard at the shirt from the golden-eyed boy's hand. The acid appeared in his throat and urgently vomited on the floor and coughed violently.

"Do you feel well? "asked the boy in a voice stained with curiosity, tilting his head.

"How the hell do you think I'm going to feel good?! "Sukuna hissed, wiping saliva and gastric juice from his chin. "And who the hell are you?"

"You are cursing a lot," said the alarmed stranger; "that is not polite, they can punish you. But I'm not being either!" He said and then screamed, grabbing gum-pink locks that were his hair.

It scared him. "What do you mean?"

"SORRY, SORRY!" The figure bowed his body many times, lamenting.

All the blood was gone from Sukuna's face when he noticed both of his huge wings protruding from the boy's back. Full of gold and white feathers... they were gigantic...

'This... this couldn't be real... right?'

"I am Itadori Yuuji," the boy introduced himself, "your guardian angel." He sketched a wide white smile that could be blindingly brighter than the sun.

"Hmm?"I had to be joking, I really can't... I had to be joking. "Are you hitting on me?"

The 'angel' laughed out loud and began to back away, tripped over a rock and fell sitting on the ground. Without any elegance.

Shouldn't angels be beautiful, grace-filled creatures?

"You are a very funny human!" The colored-haired boy rejoiced and knelt on the ground. He wore loose white clothes; it was a kimono with white and gold colors. The wings on the back made small movements every time the angel spoke or laughed.

Seeing his face, Sukuna mentally corrected himself, the angel was truly beautiful, but his movements were still clumsy and rough.

"You." Sukuna pointed. "Itadori," he corrected himself as he watched the other contort his face.

"It could be Yuuji himself."

Sukuna cleared his throat, repeating. "Are you, Yuuji, my guardian angel?"

"Yes." The golden eyes didn't even blink confirming.

"Are you kidding?"

"No."

Sukuna removed the reddish coral hair from his eyes —which at this point were very messy— and scratched his scalp vigorously. The ridiculousness of the situation was finally creeping into his brain and he began to laugh out loud and madly. Yuuji ended up laughing with him, full of innocence.

"Why do you laugh?" Sukuna asked with twisted glee.

"I don't know," Yuuji agreed with a melodious laugh. "Isn't it polite to laugh when someone tells a joke?"

"YOU'RE RIGHT! "Sukuna burst into another fake laugh. "Oh, god, oh god! Now you're going to tell me that you were the one who saved me every time I'm about to die?!"

"YES". Yuuji agreed with a smile and then broke down in disappointed confusion. "Wait, was I too obvious?"

"Too much! Come on, you think I'm an idiot?" Sukuna's expression was still one of false joy. "Death is literally in front of me, but then something saves me! Am I that prone to dying?"

The angel's cheeks turned pink, his slightly brown skin contrasted with his flushed cheeks. "Eh... I have to admit it's my fault."

"What?" The laughter then stopped.

"Yes." The statement seemed to embarrass the winged young man."It's very likely that sometimes I get distracted and don't see beyond your future, making you follow your death until I run to rescue you at the last minute..."

"FUCK! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

"Don't swear—" The angel tried to correct.

"WHAT THE HELL!" His face contorts, frowning, and he continues screaming. "ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU'RE THE ONE TAKING CARE OF MY SAFETY? BUT IT ALWAYS ENDS UP BEING DISTRACTED AND THAT'S EXACTLY WHY I WAS SO CLOSE TO DYING ALL THESE TIMES?"

"Yes..." The boy bit his lips, moving the floor with his feet as if there was something very interesting there.

It was then that reality fell upon Sukuna.

"Wow! My guardian angel is an idiot!"

...

It was difficult to digest all the information and now he understood that his existence meant nothing. All his actions were not his and this guy monitored his entire life all the time.

He never had privacy. So he did the one thing any sensible person would do: ignore that he had met his guardian angel and re-enter the building to leave.

Sukuna took off walking through the streets of Tokyo, to his apartment and forgot all the stupid events of the day.

It was a good idea; he would get on with his life, study his classes, and never leave the house again because the entity in his charge had cotton candy for the brain, and Sukuna could literally die at any moment.

As he passed a corner where there was an abandoned construction site, he walked over the pile of rubble, cutting off the path and moving on.

"That wasn't polite!" Out of nowhere, the pink-haired angel appeared, standing on top of a fire hydrant.

"SHIT!"

Sukuna looked around, and all who passed by on the street looked at him as if he had gone mad; however, no one paid attention to the boy with huge wings dressed in a kimono. No one saw or sketched any surprise.

'Oh no.'

No way, he refused to look like a madman talking in the middle of nowhere. He then stopped looking at Yuuji and continued on his way, picking up the pace. Until the angel appeared sitting at the table of some customers of a restaurant he was passing.

"Hii!" Yuuji called out; people kept eating without paying attention, and Sukuna continued to ignore him.

Again, the angel appeared sitting on the roof of a vehicle that stopped next to him in front of a red light.

"SUKUNA!" The figure gave a scream surprising him.

"Do you know my name?" He whispered, looking straight ahead.

"OF COURSE I KNOW!" Yuuji continued. "I AM YOUR ANGEL!

"Shut up, damn it," He muttered angrily, as if anyone could hear the heavenly young man.

It didn't stop, Yuuji reappeared in the most unusual places, which would make him laugh if it weren't for the fact that at that moment his whole life had lost its meaning. The angel stuck his head out of the sewer hole and shouted:

"We DON'T WANT!"

Behind a tree, on a damn billboard... Which made Sukuna start running around sniffling at him.

He last saw him on the back of a motorcycle and finally arrived at his apartment. When he opened the door, he closed it behind him; making sure to close the padlock and latch.

He was looking at the door when he snorted and his shoulders slumped. "You're here too, right?"

"Yes!" The same voice came, behind him.

Num sighed, turned to face Yuuji.

Throughout his life, he had seen several images of representations of angels, either on Google or Pinterest. The most common were those that had human form and Western features. There were also those who looked like monsters, with hundreds of eyes all over their bodies. Then there were the plump naked babies called cherubim.

But he never thought they would look like a young Japanese adult almost his age; with unruly hair, but, unlike his personality, with a lot... a lot of energy.

"Okay," Sukuna agreed, taking off his coat and placing it on the hanger near the door. "...you are mine... 'angel'...", he signaled, making quotation marks with his fingers.

"Yes". The boy responded again, imitating the signs the human had made.

"And you are responsible for to care of me since I was a baby?"

"Yes". He confirmed it, suddenly looking cheerful, without any weight in his words.

"Great... That's all I was missing..."

He needed a drink, so he went to the fridge, ignoring the guy with wings in his living room. Yuuji followed him as if he were his pet, burning his back with his piercing golden glowing eyes.

Sukuna, as a good intimate-looking man —especially since he had tribal tattoos all over his body— would hate to be a bad host, so he offered him a can of beer as well.

"Oh! It is not necessary," the angel replied to him.

Taking his cue, Sukuna continued with his daily routine; fortunately, he was the only one living in his apartment, so he didn't have to worry about appearing to be talking to himself. Sometimes he didn't even realize he was doing it, for him, maybe something had hit him too hard and he was having lived hallucinations; he was ninety-nine point nine percent sure that no kind of guardian angel should follow you home and stand in the middle of your kitchen.

As he passed Yuuji, Sukuna noticed that he was slightly taller than the angel, which made him feel inexplicably proud. He walked to his living room, lying on the sofa and turning on the television.

Enjoying every drop of alcohol he tasted with his tongue, he interrupted the change of channel when he joined a comedy show. The sense of humor was a bit childish, but he just needed to silence the silence.

"I will never understand human entertainment!" He commented the angel out loud after a few minutes, which made Sukuna almost jump in his hysterical laughing voice. "But it's very funny!"

It was like having a quiet cat and a noisy dog at the same time. Sukuna snorted and changed the channel, feeling a little more confident with the strange being.

"If you think this is funny, wait until you see this."

He spent the rest of the afternoon watching various channels, until the sun's rays painted his room saffron, and then in total darkness. Although Yuuji laughed when there were no jokes and sometimes when the actors ended up crying, strangely enough, it also made him laugh at how inappropriate it was.

Around midnight, Sukuna decided to be enough for today. The next morning, I was going to have classes first thing in the morning. Yuuji, however, smiled at the screen in front of him. He wasn't cruel enough to take away his entertainment, so he let him stay there.

"Dream of the angels!" Yuuji said goodbye, making Sukuna snort with irony. The colored-haired boy seemed to have done it deliberately because he joined in his belated laughter.

That night I wouldn't kick him out of his apartment.

One night turned into two and then into a week. By the time he realized it, his entire November had passed.

That month, he discovered some things about the angel. For example, whenever it wanted, it could materialize and pick up things, lift others, and even eat.

Yuuji was funny; Sukuna had never thought about getting a roommate because he didn't need one. His neighbor and best friend Uraume was enough for his company.

Although their relationship was more based on the tattooed man walking into that apartment when he could, bringing pizza and playing video games with his friend who was shy and addicted, once a week, religiously.

They still did, only before going to the neighbor's apartment, he convinced the noisy winged brat not to dare say anything, as he was sure Uraume would consider him crazy if he noticed.

...

"Have a good day!" Yuuji said goodbye one morning as Sukuna left his apartment for classes; The noisy angel often watched television in the morning; Sukuna was grateful that he hadn't bothered him at university.

"Oh!" The pink-haired young man remembered something and flew carelessly until he stopped in front of him.

"God!" Sukuna backed away, taking a deep breath. "Yuuji, how many times have I told you not to do this?" The brat started counting on his fingers. "Forget it!" He interrupted the red-haired man. "What did you want? Tell me!"

"So... Aren't you going to the Wakunan bakery today, that place where you always buy your breakfast?" Yuuji asked him, crossing his arms behind his back.

"Sim, had you."

"Minutes! Or there's a nine out of ten chance a car will hit you."

Sukuna stared at him. "But what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Look at the tongue!" Warned the angel. "And no, I was going to take care of you, but the TV said it was going to be a complete rerun of the first season of Dragon Ball Z all morning."

"You are the worst guardian angel there is," Sukuna said a resentful goodbye. He avoided walking in the middle of the street when he went to class. Then an idea occurred to him.

He headed back to his apartment and opened the door to find Yuuji sitting on the couch eating ice cream straight from the wrapper; the young man had removed the kimono he was wearing, revealing a black sleeveless shirt and black boxer briefs of his. Both pieces of clothing were tight on him, since his build, though lower, was wider than his.

"Hey Yuuji!" Sukuna called him.

The angel stared at him with cheeks full of ice cream.

"I have a question about what you told me in the morning." The angel swallowed the candy dryly and licked the rest of his lips.

"Sorry, Sukuna, we can't say exactly when humans will die; it's forbidden and it's very difficult to hit the target. The universe is very changeable."

"What? No, I'm not talking about that." He stated, however, what the other said was interesting so he archived that information to ask later. "I mean... can you angels see the future?"

"Depending on the decisions they make and just a few moments in the future, days maybe," Yuuji replied and then crossed his arms and thought about it, "it's like... Ah! If you order Chinese food today, your future will be very different than if you order pizza." He rambled on as if that were something clear.

"Really?" Sukuna wasn't getting it.

"Every decision you make, even a minimal one, changes everything; your train of thought and therefore your actions and that, in turn, the future!"

"Brat, I don't want you to tell me my future, damn it." And then he thought better of it... "At least not that far away, come here..."

He approached the winged boy and grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him towards the exit. Yuuji allowed himself to be maneuvered and began running with him out of the apartment, not caring about the clothes he was wearing. Sukuna passed some neighbors, and they only looked at him strangely because he was running through the hallways of the building.

Although the angel's body was solid, Sukuna made a mental note that no one but himself saw him. They arrived at the establishment the human had passed some time ago; a convenience store and went to the counter, exactly where the lottery tickets were.

It was a clever way of thinking. If he now had a roommate who liked to watch TV for free and eat his best fried foods, even if he didn't need to eat, Yuuji had to contribute occasionally.

"I wonder which ticket will be the winner," he wondered aloud.

That was a roundup for the angel.

Sukuna saw him out of the corner of his eye, Yuuji was hunched over with a pout on his lips; his eyes looked bigger and more childish like that.

"Sukuna," he complained, "this is illegal and bad."

The man was certain that some microscopic vessel had exploded in his brain due to anger. Then he left the establishment and on the way he picked up Yuuji by the wrist. The winged body weighed no more than a feather and Sukuna could maneuver it with ease.

"Yuuji," he began in a menacing tone as they stood in an alley and no one could see how he was talking to himself. "Don't look like this, hell! You eat my fries and sweets whenever you can!"

"I don't know, Sukuna..." The human then rolled his eyes.

"It's because of this whole being thing 'a creature of light and good'? Yuuji bit his lip and nodded. Sukuna thought for a second that perhaps he could have stared at that lovely gesture for more seconds than necessary. His voice then grew taming.

"Oh come on, it's not bad; For all we know, these rich guys trick all the poor devils into spending all their money in exchange for a measly glimmer of hope. Yuuji, I am a poor devil and you make me poorer; Isn't it your duty to take care of me?"

"Yes, it is," the small voice murmured at the explanation.

"Don't you want to take care of me?"

"It's what I love most in the whole world," he replied, so sincerely that Sukuna felt a warmth spread across his cheeks.

"Then it's decided!" He clapped his hands to get out of that strange hypnotism. "Do it for me!"

The angel entered the store with him and appeared on the other side of the counter, looking closely at each ticket. Sukuna spent his time browsing the fried foods in the aisles. The salesman was leafing through an entertainment magazine, absently oblivious to the new customer.

Yuuji called him when he found out which ticket came with a prize.

"It's not the biggest prize," he explained, "none here have it, but with this one," one of them pointed out, "you can win eight thousand yen..."

"I want this one! "exclaimed Sukuna, pointing to what the angel had told him.

...

"I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THIS," Yuuji shouted as soon as they arrived safely at his apartment.

"Are you really crying?" He was surprised to see Yuuji's huge eyes, damp and red.

"I'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING SO WICKED! SO PERFIDIOUS! I'M TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, I DESERVE DEATH! I DON'T DESERVE THOSE WINGS!" He screamed as he sobbed, pointing to himself.

"Wait, wait," Sukuna tried to remain silent automatically, until he remembered that no one must have been able to hear him. "Yu..Yuu, don't say that..."

"Me spit, Sukuna, me spit!"

"YUUJI! "Sukuna took his wet face between his palms; the boy was sniffling non-stop, so he brought his face closer to his.

"To! If you want to blame someone, then blame me! Let's go." He hummed, Yuuji's eyes looked bigger through his warm tears, his nose was red, and his lips pouted, making them look fuller, "I'll buy you those panda pockys you love so much."

"I don't want anything bought with that tainted money," the boy looked to the side with his bright eyes. "...and I can't blame you either... I can't judge you, you are my human and in my eyes there is nothing so bad that you do wrong, that makes me stop... protecting you."

"I could kill and you would still defend me?" Sukuna asked, full of curiosity.

"Yes, I wouldn't be the one to judge you and if it were up to me, I would always protect you."

"I could lie and you would still defend me?"

"Sukuna, you just did something worse and I'm still here," he rolled his eyes, remembering the coral-haired man as a child and also a teenager, getting tattoos all over his body to show himself intimidating to people.

"I could do that and you would still defend me?"

"What—?"

But he couldn't finish because Sukuna put his lips to his.

It was just the momentum of the moment and Sukuna was bad at fighting his instincts. So, it was impossible to have a boy as handsome and perfect as Yuuji pouting and looking so innocent in front of him, and not kiss him on the spot. Hell, if it were up to him, he would do so much more than just that.

The winged young man widened his eyes and his eyebrows reached the fringe line of his hair.

"Who ...?"

The sound of huge flapping wings startled him and the next thing he knew, the gold and white feathers fell to the height of his hands. Yuuji had disappeared.

"Shit!"

He had messed up.

A normal afternoon for Ryomen Sukuna, ruining everything good he had in his life. That's why he was terrible at relationships. He was slow to fall in love, and falling in love was straightforward, and then his brain short-circuited; beginning to believe that his feelings were reciprocated by simple acts of kindness and friendship. How stupid must he be to think he saw a potential romantic interest in a damn angel?

Yuuji was not present that night.

Whether his angel was still at his side, watching over him but unseen, or whether he had abandoned him completely, Sukuna did not know.

But he felt completely alone.

Two days passed without news of Yuuji.

Sukuna preferred to return to the routine he had had since before meeting him: waking up, attending classes, and spending time with his childhood best friend.

So now here he was, lying on Uraume's bed, staring at the ceiling and staring at a brand of ketchup he'd made when he'd scared the dyed-haired boy as a not-so-normal prank. Uraume ended up getting so scared that he threw the hot dog at the ceiling, staining it.

"I messed up, Uraume," he complained. The only thing heard in the room besides his complaints were the animated sounds of the other boy's handheld video game console. "He was a good boy and I ruined him."

Of course, he left out a detail that he was an angel. As far as Uraume is concerned, Sukuna said he met a guy at his college, that guy was named Itadori Yuuji, and they became good friends in a very short time. One thing led to another and Sukuna ended up kissing him.

"I didn't even know if he was gay or bi," he whined, like an idiot.

"It looks gay to me," Uraume commented without taking his eyes off the game. "How do you know? If he didn't hit you when you kissed him, he didn't insult you, maybe this guy is just shy."

"Yuuji? Shy?"In his mind came the smiling face of the angel completely at ease in his room he laughed."I don't think so."

"Still... oh hell, why don't you die?" The other young man commented to his handheld console. "Even so, it didn't seem like it gave a closing to your relationship, isn't it? Besides, it's only been two days, I think you're exaggerating and you tend to exaggerate. From the close relationship you have with this guy, he will certainly show up as soon as possible."

This sounds promising, but nothing that will warm your heart.

"Why can't you ever be on my side?" Sukuna pouted.

A silence at the explosions in the video game answered him, before the boy with white and dyed red hair replied: "Because someone must always be right."

...

And just as his neighbor had predicted when he entered through the door of his apartment, in front of him was the young man with enormous wings. Yuuji had begun to put on his looser clothes, even if it meant drilling two holes for the pair of wings. In this way, at the very moment it was.

Sukuna's heart began to beat irregularly, due to the unexpected visit and because the images of that day reached his brain. How those lips were unexpectedly warm and soft and how the smell of Yuuji was heavenly.

"Y-You're back," was all he could say.

"Sukuna, I never left." Still, Yuuji looked sad as he got up from the couch to go meet him. "How could I abandon you?"

"Even if I did something monumentally stupid?"

"Even so, no," he smiled, so much so that Sukuna was sure the corners of his mouth would hurt if he continued like this.

"I'm sorry for acting like an idiot, I caught you off guard, I'm sure I must disgust you now."

Yuuji's eyebrows furrowed pleadingly as he clenched his fists. "Sukuna, you could never disgust me! You are my human, how many times should I repeat this?"

"Two more times," he replied, curling his lips cheekily.

"You're my human," Yuuji smiled and obeyed, tilting his head, "mine, mine, and no one else's."

"Damn, I want to kiss you again," Sukuna admitted, making Yuuji blush to the neck. "But I won't," he continued carefully so as not to scare him. "I bet it was a terrible kiss."

"Well, it was my first kiss..." Yuuji pondered, looking up at the ceiling, his hand on his chin. "We don't usually do that, I mean, I've never heard of an angel or angels kissing..."

"Do you consider this impure?" Yuuji agreed. "Damn, I'm twice as stupid now," he laughed awkwardly.

"The question is..." Yuuji began by bringing Sukuna's attention to increase. "It didn't look impure at all." His golden eyes stared at his red ones... damn, Sukuna needed to stop staring at that face or he would start falling into a hole he knew would be hard to get out of; but he couldn't.

"So..."

"You are not impure, Sukuna, and never will be. In fact, it seemed... special..."

"Don't just tell me that, Yuuji," he laughed. "Special in a good or bad way?"

The winged boy muttered something Sukuna couldn't hear.

"What? Come on, speak louder..."

"Special, in the sense that I would like to do it again..."

Not a single heartbeat sounded, and Sukuna already had Yuuji's face between his hands and his lips on his. This time, the coral-haired man didn't rush to show his angel how much he meant to him. Kissed his lower lip and licked his corner.

With his thumb, he opened his pink mouth, intertwining it with his lips. Little moans were snatched from Yuuji, making his chest gasp; his body tickled in the best ways; but Sukuna wanted to take it easy, at any moment his guardian angel could disappear again for who knows how long. He would hate to scare you.

Feeling bolder, he brought his hand to Yuuji's head, burying his fingers in his disheveled pink hair and bringing his face closer; sinking him deeper and deeper into his kiss.

Sukuna wanted to sink him, into the same hole he was in, with strange thoughts and desires.

A kind of distorted pride unfolded in his stomach, as he dangerously thought how much it was probably having an effect on Yuuji; if the angel had experienced pleasure only by kissing, how would his body, his brain, his voice react to raising the temperature of what they were doing?

No one else had seen this side of Yuuji and certainly no one else would.

His brain was bubbling with these thoughts, and he didn't notice when he inserted his tongue into Yuuji's mouth and his hands began to lift his tight shirt.

The angel's skin was warm and soft; he truly looked human. Sukuna stroked those sides and ran his fingers across his abdomen. Yuuji let out a laugh as he felt the touch on his belly button and Sukuna couldn't help but laugh too. He was surprised to feel the angel's silky, average hands imitating his own, lifting his shirt and caressing his skin; but unlike him, Sukuna did not laugh and instead moaned.

"Is everything okay?" Yuuji asked, stopping his caresses; Sukuna cursed this in his thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah... sure, that sound means I really like it." The blush on Yuuji's cheeks intensified and he insisted, "Keep doing it."

With one last look of reassuring promise, Yuuji continued to raise his hands to his torso. Meanwhile, Sukuna was curious to touch those huge wings, so he tucked his fingers between his back and where the feathers began. To his surprise, Yuuji moved and let out a little scream.

"Hum..?"

"Oh God, keep doing it." The angel interrupted, sighing quickly.

Sukuna kissed him deeply because he was quickly becoming addicted to those lips and couldn't stop. But to his surprise, Yuuji was not far behind and inserted his tongue into his mouth, savoring it. Sukuna moaned in pleasant surprise, he felt the angel's body shudder with every caress he gave him.

He felt himself in heaven.

Yuuji had heavenly taste, appearance and sound.

The experience was out of this world. His body perfectly matched that of the angel; he had never felt anything like it. It was perfect, as if they both could know what the other needed. They had an extraterrestrial connection and something told Sukuna that he would never experience anything similar.

However, in a second too long, Yuuji froze in his arms. "Y... Yuu?"

The tattooed human looked into his golden eyes. The heat had disappeared; all love and affection had been replaced by fear. Sukuna felt his blood turn into ice daggers tearing at his arteries.

"No..."

"Show ...?"

Before he could finish, Yuuji ran straight into the wall, propelled by a loud flapping of wings, and within seconds he crossed it. Leaving Sukuna disheveled, confused and half-hard. Yuuji had a tendency to do this to him.

...

Your angel did not appear again for four days.

And when he did, Sukuna couldn't reach him.

Until one night, he was awakened by arguing voices; he could not discern the baritone tone and Yuuji's sonorous voice overshadowed the other which sounded soft and velvety. With all the discretion of a panther, he approached to see them better or at least discern what they were saying.

"...That's why I'm talking, Yuuji, you can't go on like this, your time is running out and this is how you want to use it?"

"I have to do this, Megumi, will you judge me too?"

The other voice snorted in exasperation.

"Why do you think I didn't tell anyone where you've been?"

"I know and that's why you're everyone's best friend."

"You're aware of what's going to happen to you, right? What you did, Yuuji... you can't get away with it."

"You be you be..."

Sukuna covered his mouth, worry beginning to eat away at him, biting into the corners of his being; and everything worsened when he heard Yuuji's next question.

"Do you have any idea what they're going to do to me?"

"...no, but that was one of the most serious offenses of all."

"Oh."

"He was irresponsible, and now you've lost your place next to him, Yuuji; I have to ask, was it worth it? Do all this for a human?"

"Who knows? It's hard to blame Adam and Eve for biting that apple, it's harder to judge them by putting yourself in their shoes. Would you regret trying that sweet, decadent fruit? Or would they regret finding out they were forbidden to feel that love?"

"It's because of these kinds of thoughts that they seek you out; I felt calmer when you talked to yourself like an idiot."

"Take good care of him, Megumi; He's a good boy. I'm glad you're the one with him now."

A laugh was let out by the other male voice. "And you know he's not a kid anymore, he's a man now, I'm sure you've noticed, oh if so..."

"Shii...M-Megumi! Y-Yes I did!”

Sukuna couldn't take it anymore, he needed answers. Was all this because of the kiss? It was his fault and now...

"YOUCH!"

He ran to find him, and out of the corner of his eye he could see a blurred black and white spot that disappeared in seconds; Yuuji was still there, looking at him in surprise. What I had seen before was certainly some friend of the angel. His heart began to beat violently, much more than before; he had forgotten the effect Yuuji had on him.

And then the angel smiled at him with the same joy and innocence as always; Sukuna felt his heart leap into the stratosphere.

Yuuji's wide arms wrapped him in an embrace. Sukuna could barely reciprocate when he felt the boy's lips on his. Just as impatient as before.

"Where have you been?"

"Up there," he replied, and then his golden eyes darkened with sadness, "I've had some trouble with my bosses..."

"Was it for the kiss?"

"No". Yuuji then thought for a moment, reconsidering. "Well, yes... but no!"

"You're not making sense..." he laughed, because he had missed the peculiar brat.

"An angel should not participate in these types of 'customs' humans."

"You mean the kisses?" Yuuji nodded anxiously.

"Then the superiors called me to 'have a serious conversation'..." He imitated it by making quotation marks with his fingers rolling his eyes. "What I later discovered was just a scolding. Misleading advertising, I say! Who would have thought?"

Sukuna really missed that little way of his, so he just laughed as he listened.

"They started by telling me that my first mistake was letting you see me. But how would I have avoided that? You seemed like such a nice guy, I've been dying to talk to you! I mean, not literally dying, I can't do that, but I think you understand me..."

"Yes, yes," he agreed, urging him to continue.

"Then they said very bad things about you, and how you had seduced a servant of God... But I didn't allow it! Oh, no sir!"

Sukuna had to bite his lips to not smile so much, Yuuji was too adorable for him sake. Though a dark part of his soul wondered if perhaps they were right; Sukuna fixated on an angel, who but him would have done it?

"After my little outburst..."

Sukuna doubted that he had been small, "...They said I was acting differently than an angel and that maybe you had poisoned my mind... I told them it was a stupid idea and they didn't take it well."

"Yuuji! What the hell is wrong with you? Are you an idiot?"

"No! I was ordered to abandon you, I would be assigned to another human and another angel would be your guardian. I couldn't take this, Sukuna!" Yuuji's expression was euphoric, with panic being transmitted through those eyes. "I don't want to be away from you. I don't care if they give me the worst punishment ever."

"Hey, hey, hey, are you crazy?" The red-haired man took his face and stroked his cheeks, comforting him. "Do they know you're here with me?"

The winged figure shook his head in denial and bit his lips; but, before Sukuna could say anything, Yuuji captured his mouth in a kiss — surprising him. I would never expect the angel to do this initiative.

"I don't think I'd be able to abandon you," he said breathlessly.

"Then don't do it," Sukuna whispered, his breaths mingling. His head began to spin. "But first... tell me. What is the punishment for such a serious offense?"

"If... you fall in love with a human." Yuuji revealed hesitantly. He put the words away for a moment, as if they weighed too much in his throat. Then, in a low voice, he added: "They're going to take off my wings... and I'm going to fall."

That wasn't a game anymore, and as much as he didn't need to, Sukuna wanted him to know: if he was in Yuuji's shoes, he would do the same.

The angel's kiss came back. It was impatient, but there was something extra — sadness, pain, and a parting touch. Sukuna knew. They couldn't hide from it. I just hoped I could have that night.

"Teach me," Yuuji pleaded, almost voiceless. "Teach me to love you... like a human."

Sukuna bit his lip hard, until the skin gave way — but Yuuji stroked his mouth with his thumb gently, making him whisper:

"Sim."

And then kissed him again. This time with more urgency. Hunger more.

Because even if no words were said, they both knew: that would be the only night.

And Sukuna would make a point of making him unforgettable.

The two went to their room, their clothes falling slowly, between long kisses and anxious hands. Each piece removed was an invitation to vulnerability, but neither backed down. Yuuji now lay, panting, his skin flushed, his wings spread beneath him like a living frame. White and gold, immense, trembled slightly with each touch — a direct extension of their pleasure.

Sukuna looked at him as if he were facing a miracle. There was no rush, only desire mixed with reverence. He leaned over and kissed Yuuji's chest, then his belly, then every inch possible between sighs.

"You are beautiful," he murmured hoarsely. "As far as this condemns me, I will want you like this. In whole."

Yuuji closed his eyes, his hands squeezing the sheet below. "Just... don't stop."

Sukuna smiled against his skin and obeyed him.

His hands slid down his wings with affection and precision, his fingers sinking between the soft feathers. Yuuji moaned loudly, since inexplicably that ringing connected to something directly in the center of his erogenous zone. Sukuna lingered there, stroking the delicate bases where the wings connected to his body, eliciting groans and tremors. Yuuji nearly cried, writhing, his face buried in his arm.

"You feel everything here, don't you?" Sukuna whispered, excited by the intensity of the reaction.

"I feel... too much..." The voice came out broken, between pleasure and emotion. "Sukuna... please..."

"Do you trust me?" He asked, picking up a lubricating object from somewhere the angel had not seen it from.

"Yes, I trust you."

He understood. He bent down, kissed the inside of Yuuji's thighs with devotion, and began to prepare him with patience and care, while manipulating his own erection and his hand. Every touch was gentle, every advance was slow, I wanted Yuuji to feel safe, desired by his human. I wanted him to know that it was more than a body there, that he was loved.

Yuuji arched against his fingers, his swelly smells, his handles tremendously uncontrollably on him.

"You're... driving me crazy," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Never... anyone..."

Sukuna climbed up to him, kissing his damp cheeks. "I know. Me neither. But now it's just us."

He wrapped his arms around him, his bodies glued together, skin against skin, and his lips met once more: a slow, wet kiss, full of things neither of them could say out loud. He penetrated it gently, feeling Yuuji's body open with a trembling sigh.

"S-Sukuna...Oh heavens!"

Yuuji moaned softly, his eyes closed, his hands squeezing the man's shoulders as if he feared falling, even though he was already lying down. The wings trembled beneath him, twitched, and Sukuna felt the vibration pass through his entire body like a hot wave.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, brushing his nose against his, the movement of his hips still restrained, careful.

"Yeah... just... kiss me more."

And Sukuna granted his request.

Every move was a confession. The greatest moved within him with sweetness, with increasing rhythm, like someone exploring something they had always wanted but dared not touch. Pleasure grew between them like a tide, slow and inevitable, and Yuuji's moans grew louder, interspersed with small sobs of emotion.

He cried silently, his eyes wet, unashamed to show himself. Sukuna kissed his eyelids, his mouth, the tense wings beneath him — never ignoring how much they responded to touch, never failing to caress them as part of who Yuuji was.

"You're already everything to me," he whispered against his skin, already panting. "You are everything, and I... I don't want to lose you."

The golden-eyed young man was teary-eyed, his cheeks flushed. In a broken voice, he said:

"So... stay. It just stays... until I forget I might fall."

And Sukuna stayed.

Moving more firmly now, feeling pleasure take over, but never failing to touch him carefully, never taking his eyes off his. Their bodies danced at their own pace, moist, warm, so connected that the world seemed to have disappeared.

Yuuji trembled, at the edge, his wings arched, spread as in a sacred ecstasy.

Sukuna kissed him one last time, and together, they reached their limit — as if they were falling apart inside each other.

Afterwards, everything went silent. Only the sound of breaths and wings still outstretched, as witnesses to what had been more than desire: a surrender.

And for the angel, for a moment, heaven and earth were the same place.

The next morning, Yuuji was not there.

Sukuna tried to fight sleep, but Yuuji's exhaustion and calm breathing lulled him like a soft trap. By the time he realized it, he had already let his guard down... and lost consciousness.

Woke up alone. Never felt so alone.

He shrank into bed, bringing his knees to his chest, hastily wiping away the tears that were streaming silently. He didn't need proof — he knew. I knew that that other angel, the one who had spoken to Yuuji, was there. Observing. Judging. Protecting him.

Drug. He had messed up.

But, regret did not come in his heart, and the consequences of this could be terrible for his beloved.

Beloved...

The winged figure in his arms was the only thing he could imagine. His mind ran not limbo, in an immensity that he did not even hear the door slam shut, several times.

...

"This is the first time I've done this," was what Uraume said as he entered the apartment. Sukuna was still in bed, not even bothering to turn on the lights for the past few days.

In the first, it survived on the basis of instant soups, which were too salty. On the third day he ran out of clean clothes. Decided he didn't need them. Four days locked away, watching reruns of Dragon Ball Z, reviewing in his head every second of what might have been if Yuuji had still been with him.

Uraume walked in, turned on the lights, and turned off the TV with a dry click and ordered.

"Sukuna, you have to get out for a bit."

Silence answered. Sukuna only thought about the irony of the situation — after all, it hadn't even been three months since he broke into Uraume's apartment when he spent a week locked in the house, obsessed with resetting a video game. Sukuna had to carry him to the shower, threatening to throw the console away, in order for him to react.

But Uraume couldn't do the same to him.

Then he threw a glass of water in his friend's face.

Sukuna coughed. Some small droplets hit his lungs, others his eyes.

"Drug, Uraume."

"I had to do something to make you react." Your friend apologized. "Now, take a shower. Let's eat pudding, your favorite candy, and then we'll go to the university to convince them you were deathly ill this week."

"What's the point?" countered, wiping his face with the first towel he found. "What's the point of trying?"

"You had a heartbreak, okay? This guy left without saying a word and hurt you. I understand. But you can't let your life fall apart because of this."

He loved Uraume with all his heart, but his friend didn't understand. Nobody understood.

How can you miss something that was never yours?

A shirt and pants were thrown in his face, and he was told, "Get dressed."

He knew well what Uraume was capable of to make things happen the way he wanted, so there was no point in opposing it. Even so, he needed to make things difficult for his friend too, because he was also immature for certain things.

Sukuna then took off his underwear. Uraume turned in less than a second and muttered softly. "Gods, Sukuna, be more ashamed."

He laughed, because spending time with his antisocial friend always put him in a better mood.

With the promise of his favorite sweet treat for lunch, Sukuna would be lying if he said it didn't cheer him up. After days of surviving on instant ramen alone, the change was almost divine.

And now, as Uraume had said, they went out pretty quickly and walked around campus to talk to the professors.

Sukuna looked up at the beautiful blue sky, thoughtful.

'Maybe one day I can forget what happened.'

Perhaps he could forget his encounter with that guardian angel and how their relationship deepened without them realizing it. And how Sukuna fell in love too late.

But what he would never forget were those huge golden eyes and those white and golden wings, as beautiful as they were unreal.

It still hurt. He still got depressed if he thought too much of him. But one day, maybe, it would stop hurting.

And only until then could he go out and fall in love with normal humans.

The hitting of a ball against his head knocked him out of his thoughts. The force was so great that Sukuna was thrown forward, falling face-first to the ground. When he stood up, his head throbbed and his elbows burned. Uraume was already behind a tree, next to him.

Of course, his friend had seen the projectile coming, and instead of warning him, he took precious seconds to hide.

What a beautiful friend.

It was good to know how much he meant to Uraume.

"OH MY GOD, I'M SORRY!"

He heard someone scream behind him, and the next second he felt a hand on his wrist trying to help him up.

"Fuck, okay, I'm fine," Sukuna replied abruptly, pulling his arm from the stranger's grip. At a glance, he spotted the basketball — the culprit projectile.

"Dude, I'm sorry," the voice repeated guiltily.

"Okay, listen, brat, just be more careful next time...you-go."

Sukuna finally looked up after shaking off the dust, and was speechless. The boy in front of him was the same. The same angel with immense wings and eyes like molten gold.

His heart took a runaway leap.

The pink-haired stranger stared at him and, upon recognizing Sukuna, widened his eyes.

"Wow... you're so cute," the boy commented, blushing to the ears. Sukuna felt his own cheeks warm.

"WHAT...?"

"I mean... I'm sorry! It was my fault, I was playing basketball with the guys and I hit the ball really hard!" exclaimed he, bowing with his whole torso, in apology.

"Man, it's okay, it's okay," Sukuna repeated. I didn't want to make a scene. Besides, it had to be Yuuji. That couldn't just be coincidence.

"NO, NO, IT WAS MY FAULT. I'M TERRIBLE. HORRIBLE. I DESERVE DEATH!"

It was definitely Yuuji.

Sukuna ended up laughing out loud.

"Forget it, it was nothing," he assured. "My name is Ryomen Sukuna."

He held out his hand, which was immediately grabbed by the other.

"Itadori Yuuji."

The reddish-haired man's smile widened.

"That... is a beautiful name."

Was that destiny?

They could try again, the right way this time. Sukuna knew he couldn't turn his back on a second chance.

"Hey," Yuuji said, his smile as bright as before, "my friends and I are going to keep playing for a while. But I think we'll have ice cream later, want to go?"

"Ah...yes, really?"

"Yes," the former angel replied, with an innocent, seductive smile, which was interesting.

"You seem very confident. Why do you think we should go?"

Yuuji looked away at his own knees, then at Sukuna's face.

"D-I must... I must assure myself that you will not have any problems later. You already know... bruises and stuff."

"And other things? It really is. It could have been something serious..." It was useless to try to hide the smile that was unfolding in the corners of the mouth.

Sukuna looked at Uraume, who was coming out of his hiding place and walking towards them.

His friend, of course, noticed his body language. With an expression of eternal reluctance, he raised his thumb in approval.

"So..."

"So...?" Yuuji replied, expectantly.

"Itadori Yuuji, see you here in an hour?"

"I'm not leaving this place," he assured.

"Just try not to hit me this time, okay?"

"I would never dream of doing that.

Besides... this time, I'll be in charge of protecting you."

Sukuna said goodbye to the boy with a goofy smile, which Yuuji mirrored. And he fully trusted that Yuuji would be there, waiting.

END

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