"E..excuse me..?"

With a disoriented expression on his face, the black-haired boy sat up in bed, staring towards his door, where I had popped my head in.

"Toothpaste. Do you have any toothpaste, my guy?" I repeated my question, waving my toothbrush around. "Nobody gave me any and my mouth gets all chalky in the mornings."

Still completely bewildered, the boy climbed out of bed and walked to his dresser, opening the top shelf, taking out a tube before shuffling over to me. His deep blue eyes still swam with sleep as he squinted, handing it over.
"Uh...Who are you..?"

Taking that as an invitation, I kinda pushed him back as I stepped inside fully, offering him a smile.
"(Y/N) is the name. Just moved in down the hall. Please excuse the sight of me. I don't sleep well in new places so I probably look like a raccoon that went through a washing machine."

The poor boy didn't look any less lost as he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, not seeming all too happy that I'd let myself into his room.
"Right...How old are you..?"

Rude.

Whilst only slightly offended, I decided to mess around with the half-awake guy, placing a hand on my hip and pointing my toothbrush right between his eyes.
"Hasn't anybody ever told you not to ask a lady her age? It's insulting."

Scrunching up his nose, but seeming to take my joke seriously, the sleepy boy raised his hands in defence, taking a step backwards.
"My bad..." I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, holding up the tube of toothpaste and giving it a wiggle before turning to head back out the door.

"Just messin'! Anyway, thanks for the tooth soap, buddy. I'll let you get back to dreamland." I'd barely made it out the door as I began squeezing some onto my toothbrush, shoving it into my pocket on my way back to the bathroom.
"I..I'm Fushiguro Megumi, by the way..?" He called out after me, and I waved over my shoulder.
"Nice meeting you, Meg!"

Back in the bathroom, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying to decide whether to brush my hair or to just leave it as it was and call it 'tumbleweed chic'.

Sukuna's close by. It's weak, but I can sense his cursed energy.

Toothbrush shoved halfway down my throat, I blinked a few times and hummed, the foamy toothpaste around my mouth bubbling with the vibration. I had been wondering why it had been harder for me to sleep than it usually was, even in a new place.

There had been a strange, almost burning sensation for the entire night, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. It was hard to describe, but it was kind of like it was trying to draw me in. It was tempting, but I knew what curiosity did. I didn't want to be the cat.

Half an hour passed, and eventually I found myself following Megumi out to the courtyard, much to his dismay. Now that he was actually awake he wasn't all too thrilled by my existence, but I pestered him nonetheless.

"Hey, Fushiguro, who's this?" I turned from asking the ravonet who his favourite Muppet was to find two new faces approaching from the housing block. A girl with ginger hair and a boy with a pinkish undercut. The two other students Gojo had shown me on his wallpaper.

"I'm Meg's new bestie, (Y/N). We bonded over toothpaste. We've basically been joined at the hip ever si-" My vocal cords seem to freeze once the pair got closer, my eyes locking onto the boy with the undercut.

Sukuna. That's him. He's in there.

"Hey! It's nice to meet youuuuuuoh okay h..hello?" The one I remembered to be named Itadori stiffened a little when I raced up to him, getting so close that my nose nearly touched his.
"Is Sukuna conscious when you are? Can you control him at all? Does he talk to you in your head?"

I didn't mean to bombard him with questions, but surprisingly he didn't seem upset, only confused.
"Uh, sometimes, no, and I wish he didn't..?" He answered with a slightly wonky smile, tilting his head in a way that made him look like a puppy.

I wanted to smile back, but I couldn't shake the feeling swelling from the pit of my stomach. It was a mix of anger and something else that really didn't compliment it well. Without much regard for what the boy wanted I picked up his arm by the wrist and held his hand, studying his skin closely.

"Huh, so you really don't get along with him...That must make sharing a body difficult..." I mumbled, barely aware of the other two students, who were watching the exchange with puzzled looks.

"Why can I sense that godawful bitch?"

Quirking a brow, I turned Itadori's hand over to find that not only had a mouth formed on his palm, but an eyeball as well. It grimaced up at me with contempt, and I felt something deep inside of me kick into gear.

"You've seen better days, oh mighty Joke of Curses." I scoffed, lifting Itadori's hand so I could be eye to eye with the entity. Sukuna's eye narrowed as he glared at me, not one hundred percent sure about the situation.

"I'd gut you like the worthless animal you are if I wasn't stuck in this brat...There is no possible way that you're her."

The emotions flowing through me from Eikirei had me pretty muddled up. It was as though I had known the cursed spirit for the longest time, in ways that made my whole body thrum with exhilaration.
"Yes and no." I shrugged before allowing a smirk to pull at the corners of my mouth. "I definitely remember that gift you gave me last we met, though."

That eye of his widened for a split second before he showed his teeth in a wicked grin, tongue swiping the heel of Itadori's palm and making him irk.

"Hot damn...It is you, you licentious little cu-"

Itadori hurriedly slapped his other hand over his palm, stealing it back to press against his chest so the curse couldn't finish the sentence.
"I have no idea what the heck is going on here, but sorry about him! He's a jerk!"

I'm gonna pretend he was gonna say cutie instead of cunt.

"So I see you two met before I could get here. Damn, and I promised Yaga I wouldn't let that happen unsupervised in case things turned sour. Oh well!" I nearly leapt into the first year student's arms when Gojo spoke from directly beside me, acting as though we had already known he was there.

"We're going to need an explanation..." The ginger I had barely paid any mind to piped up, hand on her hip. Gojo quickly dragged me to stand in front of him, a hand on each of my shoulders.
"Nobara, Megumi, Itadori, I'd like you to meet my dear (Y/N)! She's stuck with a nasty little parasite, just like our Yuji, here!"

Did he seriously have the audacity to call me a parasite?

Everybody seemed to blanch at what their teacher had announced, and I couldn't blame them. It wasn't exactly common.
"So...you're a vessel as well..?" Megumi narrowed his eyes, and I pursed my lips in thought.

"Well, technically yes, but we're pretty much one and the same now, I think. I honestly don't know much, just that ever since she got inside of me I can do cool stuff and borrow her cursededness. If that's even a word."

It's not, dumbass.

I know it's true, but I thought we agreed to let me pretend that I'm blissfully unaware of my idiocy?

Once he managed to absorb the information, Itadori perked up, but there was still some concern leaking out across his features.
"It's awesome to meet someone else like me! Wait...does that mean your cursed spirit knows Sukuna?"

I wasn't quite sure how to answer that on my own, but thankfully I wasn't on my own.
"Inside and out, apparently. It's hard to say. Like, I wanna talk to him, but at the same time I wanna rip him to pieces? I think? I dunno, man."

The boy opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped himself, lifting a brow as his eyes shifted to look up for a moment. Suddenly, his cheeks bloomed a deep red, and he smacked himself right across the face.

We all stared at him, taken aback by his actions before he uttered a nervous chuckle.
"M..my bad..! Sukuna, uh...He's just saying some nasty crap in my head..."

Oh, I bet he is...

You're gonna have to fill me in later.

Nah, suffer for a few more chapters.

Ch..chapters?

Nevermind.

"Anywho!" Gojo began to nudge me along in the direction he wanted, leaving a hand on my back as we started to walk. "We have a mission! Nasty stuff, some little kids went missing at a nursery not too far from here. So, gear up! Let's have some fun with it!"

Completely unphased by his concerning contradiction, I smiled at Nobara when she fell into step beside me, offering her hand to shake.
"To introduce myself properly, I'm Kugisaki Nobara." I shook her hand happily, glad that I'd have a girl to talk to for basically the first time in my life.

"Nice to meet you! Who's your favourite Muppet? Mine's the Swedish Chef. He could herdy in my flurpty any time." It wasn't that I was actively trying to deter her with my ridiculous question. I was just insanely socially inept.

"U..uh...I don't know...Miss Piggy..?" She answered hesitantly, and I hummed as though we were having a serious conversation.
"Good to know..." I nodded soulfully, still hyper aware that Gojo hadn't removed his hand from my back.

"How old are you, anyway? I can't tell if you're my age or his." Nobara pointed between herself and the mentor, who was just walking along beside us, not a care in the world, and likely not a thought behind his eyes.
"Oh, I'm twenty four. Hope that doesn't weird you out. I'm not sure why that plushie lover thought I'd fit in as a first year."

Shaking her head, Nobara didn't seem to have any issue with that fact, stretching her arms above her head.
"It's fine. I've been told I'm rather mature for my age, anyway, so I'm sure we'll get along great."

This is pretty cool. Nanami's never going to believe I actually made friends!

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***I really need to stop staying up so late. It's just the only chance I get to write nowadays hhhhhhhh

(Y/N) does indeed have a very childish side to her personality, but she won't constantly be a gremlin. There's also a reason why she seems fixated on the Muppets xD

Also, I quickly doodled a rough idea of what Eikirei Kuro looks like. At least what I kind of envisioned in my head. It's obviously completely up to your interpretation, but this is likely what I'll use if I decide to do any illustrations for this story.

Shhhhh I messed up the top of her head in the neck-mouth one so I scribbled it out.

The neckussy has retractable teeth.

Next Time: Milk and Cookies***