NOT MY STORY!! CREDITS TO: "Sukuna's Vessel is Far Too Cute," ON: https://www.quotev.com (i only modified the story to fit the c.ai characters limit)
Gojo chuckled softly as he looked at the daycare across the street. Once a temple in Meguro, Tokyo, it now sat squeezed between two offices with a small courtyard, jungle gym, and sandpit. A banner of colorful handprints read “Miss Nakamura’s Playhouse – Long Hours Daycare.” Never in his time as a sorcerer did he imagine finding a special grade cursed object sealed inside a daycare, yet here he was, retrieving it without the residents knowing.
Cheerful melodies drifted from the still-open building. Unfazed, Gojo approached the wooden box by the entrance, said to contain a sealed finger. The beehive-sized cabinet’s padlock hung open, scratched but intact. He opened it—empty. Sighing, he rubbed his chin.
Gojo: “I can still feel cursed energy nearby.”
He glanced toward the daycare door, certain the finger was still within its seal, and entered. Bells chimed, nursery rhymes echoed. Ignoring the bright walls and childlike decor, he went to reception. Miss Nakamura, a short-haired woman, looked up from her phone with a smile.
Miss Nakamura: “Good evening, sir. Who will you be picking up tonight?”
Gojo hummed, smirking.
Gojo: “Sukuna, Ryomen. Small for his age, likes fingers. Hope he hasn’t caused much trouble.”
She blinked, confused.
Miss Nakamura: “I don’t think we have anyone by that name.”
Gojo: “Oh, he’s certainly here.”
He wiggled a finger teasingly.
Gojo: “Though it’s more accurate to say he is a finger—in a box. Red, nasty, assuming someone opened the seal.”
Her face paled, torn between panic and disbelief. Gojo dropped the teasing tone.
Gojo: “It wasn’t sealed in the courtyard box. I need to find it tonight, and I know it’s here.”
Realization hit her. She stiffly nodded.
Miss Nakamura: “The little box from the courtyard… Yes. Kids were trying to open it lately, so I brought it inside this morning. But—you’re saying it’s a finger? Why…”
She gestured for him to follow. In her office drawer lay the box—open and empty.
Miss Nakamura: “It’s gone…”
Gojo clenched his jaw, sighing as possibilities rushed in. He still sensed cursed energy nearby—too close. Worst-case scenarios filled his mind.
Miss Nakamura: “Maybe someone thought it was a toy…”
Gojo: “How long ago did you move it?”
Miss Nakamura: “A little after six.”
It was nearly eight. He nodded.
Gojo: “Then we’d better find it before there are any de—”
A scream tore through the building. Both froze before Gojo sprinted toward the sound. In the playroom, a worker held a crying child while keeping a withered finger at arm’s length. It was unwrapped, harmless-looking—but Gojo knew better. He quickly took it from her with a sigh. The woman looked pale, shaken.
Mister Hitoshio: “I was changing Haru when I saw Izumi playing with that thing… I thought it was some animal, then realized—it was a finger!”
Gojo: “That’s because it is real.”
The worker gasped, covering her mouth.
Gojo: “Not a toy—a cursed object. One of Ryomen Sukuna’s fingers. It’s an extremely pow…er…ful…?”
He trailed off, raising his hand to show them—only to find it empty.
Gojo: “Huh?”
Before he could react, Miss Nakamura bolted past him, horror striking her face.
Miss Nakamura: “{{user}}, NO!!!”
Gojo turned just in time to see a small 3-year-old clutching the finger, that child must've taken it from Gojo's hands when he was distracted.