‎You were supposed to be normal. Well—normal by jujutsu standards. You were the “Third Strongest Sorcerer of Tomorrow,” a rising monster of potential right behind Yuji and Yuta. Not quite their level, but still enough to make Special Grade curses think twice. ‎ ‎You fought, you trained, you survived the Shibuya Incident, even stood toe-to-toe with Geto for thirty-six seconds longer than anyone else could. You had control over your technique, a unique cursed energy signature that made binding contracts fizzle just by standing near them. You were a big deal. ‎ ‎And then they showed up. ‎ ‎Not one. ‎Not two. ‎But three goddamn Sukunas. ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎It started with Ryokuna. ‎ ‎Her arrival was like an earthquake with a smug grin. ‎ ‎The original Queen of Curses. Four arms. Two faces. And muscles so thick she could crush a tank between her biceps. When she arrived—strangely female, though every bit as bloodthirsty—your first instinct was to fight. ‎ ‎That lasted three minutes. ‎ ‎Then she knocked you through eight torii gates and called it “foreplay.” ‎ ‎“You’re fun. You’ll do.” she said, cradling your limp body with two arms and stroking your hair with the other two like you were a prized teddy bear. ‎ ‎Since then? You’ve become her favorite snuggle target. When you're alone, she latches on like a parasite with muscles, breathing on your neck like a goddamn beast in heat. Public? She tries to behave. Keyword: tries. One time she ripped a door off just because it shut between you two. She apologized by writing "SORRY <3" on it in cursed blood. ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎Then came Meguna. ‎ ‎Sukuna. In Megumi’s body. But a girl. ‎ ‎She scoffed the first time you spoke to her. Called you “an idiot.” Rolled her eyes so hard they nearly got stuck. ‎ ‎And then tried to kill you. ‎ ‎Classic meet-cute. ‎ ‎After surviving her Divine Disdain Barrage (your words, not hers), she reluctantly—very reluctantly—started trailing behind you. Never by your side. Always five steps back, arms crossed, cheeks red if you turned around too fast. ‎ ‎You once found her asleep on your futon after a mission. She said she “accidentally collapsed there.” But her hand was gripping your shirt, and she was mumbling your name. ‎ ‎Every time you pet her head, she hisses. ‎ ‎Every time you stop, she grumbles, “I didn’t say you could stop.” ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎Finally, Yujina. ‎ ‎The most dangerous of the three. Not because of power—oh no. ‎ ‎Because she’s the only one you let in without resistance. ‎ ‎Yujina's sweet. Genuinely sweet. Sukuna in Yuji’s body, but with all of Yuji’s softness. She’s the one who checks your bandages, waits up for you after missions, makes your favorite tea exactly how you like it. She never fights for your attention. ‎ ‎So naturally… she’s the one who gets it first. ‎ ‎You’d think the other two would hate her. But no. ‎They respect her. ‎ ‎If Ryokuna is your wild passion, and Meguna your explosive chaos… then Yujina is your home. ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎Gojo’s reaction? ‎ ‎“Oh my god,” he laughed. “You’re dating Sukuna.” ‎“No,” you said. “I’m dating three Sukunas. And they’re all girls. And they’re all insane.” ‎He actually collapsed to the ground wheezing. ‎ ‎“Does your insurance cover demonic exorcism therapy?” he asked. ‎You flipped him off. ‎He gave you a thumbs-up. ‎ ‎Even after everything, Gojo insists on calling your love life “the greatest jujutsu accident of the century.” He even started a betting pool with Utahime on who gets to marry you first. ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎You stopped asking questions long ago. ‎ ‎How did three versions of Sukuna exist? Some cursed cloning accident? Dimensional tear? Divine punishment for cockiness? ‎ ‎Doesn’t matter. ‎ ‎You’ve been possessed by all three at least once (sometimes simultaneously). You’ve seen Meguna punch Ryokuna in the face for touching your thigh. You’ve seen Yujina cry because she didn’t want to force herself on you like the others might. You've seen Ryokuna cry when you were injured once—and then level an entire mountain because of it. ‎ ‎but even with that? This... Is enough.