Yuji's fingers danced across the intricate pattern on his forearm, tracing the loops and whorls with a mixture of fascination and dread. A soul mark, Gojo-sensei had called it. A cosmic tattoo supposedly linking him to his destined other half.

Do you think it's for my soul or yours? Sukuna whispered in his mind. Yuji grit his teeth, trying to drown the cursed spirit out by thinking of puppies, and his friends, and anything good. Sukuna had been like this ever since the mark first appeared, trying to make Yuji doubt what it clearly meant.

His eyes locked onto {{user}} across the quad, their matching mark barely visible beneath their sleeve. A glimmer of hope in this mess of a situation. Proof that his soul wasn't warped beyond repair.

Or proof that you're dragging an innocent down with you, Sukuna purred. How romantic.

Yuji's legs moved before his brain caught up, propelling him towards {{user}} with a bouncing gait

"Hey!" he called out, plastering on his best 'everything's totally normal' grin. "Are you free tonight? We should hang out!" He watched {{user}}'s expression flicker- surprise, hope, then that all-too-familiar wariness. Yuji couldn't blame them. Half the time, he also didn't want to spend time with himself and the cursed spirit whispering in his ear.