Dominion Over the Calamity

You twist gracefully off Yuji’s back, your bare legs brushing his yellow hoodie before you drop squarely onto Yuta’s shoulders, teasingly wrapping your arms around his neck. Yuta’s face instantly flares a furious crimson as his immense cursed energy spikes in a protective, flustered burst, a shadowy, manifestation of Rika purring possessively in the air around his shadow without touching you. Before Yuta can even take two steps down the narrow wooden beam, Suguru Geto glides effortlessly onto the mat, his dark traditional yukata fluttering as he holds out a long, elegant arm to intercept you mid-air. The fused blood-ring on your hand throbs hot and violent against your skin, Sukuna’s dark glare locking onto Geto from the courtyard edge as the Director raises the silver whistle to his lips.

Yuta Okkotsu: "Whoa—careful, Sosa! Rika's... well, she's watching, but I've got you!"

Suguru Geto: "My turn to carry the prize. Step aside, children."

Ryomen Sukuna: "Touch her shoulder and I'll slice your arms into ribbons, monk."

😏 lean down and tease Yuta on his shoulders

You lean down close to Yuta’s ear, your fingers lightly tracing the soft collar of his white uniform, and he instantly stiffens under your weight as a bright crimson flush rushes up to the tips of his ears. The air above your heads ripples as Rika’s ghostly manifestation lets out a tiny, flustered hiss, but before Yuta can stumble, Kasumi Miwa draws her katana halfway from its sheath with a crisp clink, stepping boldly onto the balance beam. The fused blood-ring on your finger hums with a steady, possessive heat, Sukuna’s scarlet eyes tracking every breath you take against Yuta's neck from the courtyard edge. Miwa plants her feet, puffing out her chest with heroic determination despite her trembling knees, pointing the hilt of her sword straight toward you and Yuta as the Director prepares to call the next phase.

Yuta Okkotsu: "Ah—! Sosa, please don't tease me, Rika's... she's really sensitive about personal space, but I'll hold on tight!"

Suguru Geto: "Get off the boy, Sosa. You're making his cursed energy leak all over my yukata."

Kasumi Miwa: "Time out! Look at Okkotsu's face, he's practically glowing like a neon sign! Let someone who actually knows how to balance take a turn!"

Ryomen Sukuna: "If he drops her, I'm severing his legs. Simple as that."

Stay perched on Yuta - ooze cursed energy and touch Yuta face as you try to make Rika jealous 👀

Perched high on Yuta’s narrow shoulders, you curve your hand gently around his jawline, slowly tracing his cheekbone while oozing a thick, intoxicating wave of your own Special Grade cursed energy directly down his collar. Above you, the shadowy silhouette of Rika surges into the sky with a jealous, deafening shriek, her monstrous aura spiking so violently that the wooden balance beams beneath Yuta's boots begin to splinter and crack. Yuta stammers, his face burning a terrifying shade of scarlet as he tries desperately to balance your weight while the blood-ring on your finger blazes white-hot against his jaw. Before Rika can manifest further, Utahime steps aggressively into the center of the mat with a thick red sash in hand, pointing at the two of you with sharp, no-nonsense authority.

Yuta Okkotsu: "A-Ah... Sosa! Please—Rika's energy is going to overflow if you keep doing that!"

Ryomen Sukuna: "Hey, boy! Keep your hands on her legs, or I'm chopping them off myself!"

Iori Utahime: "Enough playing around on the beams! It's Utahime's turn for the three-legged dash, move it!"

🎬 let Sukuna step in and break the beam

Sukuna doesn't even bother drawing a blade; he simply flickers across the wooden mat in a blur of terrifying, effortless speed, slamming one massive palm straight into the center of the balance beam beneath Yuta's boots. A violent shockwave of sheer physical force detonates outward, pulverizing the thick timber into a cloud of splintered toothpick-sized shards and sending Yuta stumbling backward into the dust with a flustered yell. You drop smoothly on your feet right in the center of the destruction, your red hair whipping in the sudden breeze as the fused blood-ring on your finger flashes a triumphant, molten gold against your skin. Utahime shrieks in absolute outrage over the shattered wood while Nanami slowly steps forward, unbuttoning his tan suit jacket with a heavy, deeply exhausted sigh.

Ryomen Sukuna: "Okkotsu, drop her. Now."

Yuta Okkotsu: "A-Ah! Wait! Sukuna, the beam is—"

Iori Utahime: "Disqualified! Both of you! Destruction of tournament equipment!"

Kento Nanami: "Overtime before the third leg... what an absurd disaster."

Extend your hand out to Yuta and help him up - Apologize for Sukuna breaking the beam 🥺

You extend a hand down to Yuta, your slender fingers catching his warm palm and pulling him up from the cloud of timber dust. He scrambles to his feet with an embarrassed, glowing flush, dusting off his rumpled white uniform while Sukuna watches from three paces away, four massive arms crossed over his bare chest with a dark smirk. Utahime furiously scribbles notes on her clipboard, but the Director steps right over the splintered wreckage to usher Momo Nishimiya into the ring. Momo alights from her broomstick with a crisp swish of her skirt, holding up a heavy red silk sash and glaring past you directly at the King of Curses.

Yuta Okkotsu: "A-Ah, no! It's completely fine, Sosa, really! I should have braced my legs better..."

Ryomen Sukuna: "I don't apologize for squashing bugs underfoot, girl. He should be grateful I didn't slice his legs off too."

Momo Nishimiya: "Fifty points?! Hey! Don't look at me, I'm tiny! Sosa, you're tying your leg to mine and we are winning this whole thing, got it?"

Walk with Yuta back to where Sukuna is waiting for you - laugh at his apology “don’t apologize to me when it’s my 4 armed curse that purposely knocked you off 😂”

You laugh brightly as you lead Yuta by the arm right back toward the shadow of the King of Curses, your laughter ringing out across the dusty courtyard. Sukuna’s four arms stay locked over his chest, his golden eyes narrowing into dangerous crimson slits as you pull Yuta to a halt directly in front of him. Yuta rubs the back of his neck, his ears still burning a furious scarlet while Sukuna's blood-bound ring pulses a possessive, molten heat against your fingers. Shoko steps forward lazily, sliding a slender cigarette between her lips and flicking a silver lighter to life with effortless cool.

Ryomen Sukuna: "I did it because he was breathing on your neck. Next time, I'll take the head."

Yuta Okkotsu: "I-It's fine, Sosa! Really! I'm just glad you didn't get hurt in the fall!"

Shoko Ieiri: "If everyone is done flirting over pulverized timber, I believe it's my turn to smoke through a lap."

Glare at the director with all your cursed energy spiking - “if you call me a brat again I’ll have Sukuna slice you into a million pieces 👿”

Your cursed energy flares into a suffocating, dense crimson pressure wave that rattles the remaining bamboo pikes around the courtyard perimeter, instantly turning the Director's smug expression into a pale, sweating grimace. Beside you, Sukuna's four arms uncoil with a murderous grin as the blood-ring on your finger flares molten gold, fully endorsing your deadly ultimatum. Mei Mei steps gracefully over the shattered beam, her heavy gold coin spinning lazily across her knuckles as she eyes you like a high-value asset ready for auction. Across the stone steps, Choso quietly hands Toge a freshly folded paper crane, whispering a harsh warning about Sukuna's lingering aura as Mei Mei holds out a silk ribbon to tie your ankle to hers.

Ryomen Sukuna: "Let her speak, fool. My blades are already twitching to test your barrier."

Mei Mei: "Now, now. Threatening the production crew won't boost our streaming revenue, though the ratings would certainly spike. Shall we double the wager on this leg, Sosa?"

Satoru Gojo: "Ooh, spicy! I'll pay double whatever Mei Mei's charging if you let me tie my ankle to yours next!"

You hear that director - there’s big money being betted on your slicing. So I’d speak to me a little more nicely while Sukuna around 😈

The Director takes two frantic, stuttering steps backward, his clipboard trembling as your aura and Sukuna's murderous crimson pressure crush the courtyard air into suffocating static. Gojo lounges on the stone steps, throwing his head back in a loud, delighted laugh while his Six Eyes pulse a electric blue beneath his dark blindfold. Beside you, Mei Mei smoothly flips her heavy gold coin into the air, her dark eyes glittering with calculating greed as Maki Zenin marches directly past the cowering MC and thrusts a thick red silk sash into your hands. She plants her boot firmly beside yours, her sharp hazel gaze locked onto the finish line with complete, unflinching focus as she waits for you to bind your legs together.

Satoru Gojo: "Name your cut, Mei. If the Director gets diced, I'll pay your retainer for the rest of the season myself."

Ryomen Sukuna: "You hear her, little man. Talk sweet, or I'll turn you into three hundred neatly packaged lunch boxes before the sun sets."

Maki Zenin: "Forget the host. Sosa, tie this sash to my leg. You and I are sweeping this relay, or I'm breaking someone's jaw."

Shut off your cursed energy and turn your focus to Maki

You snap your cursed energy shut in an instant, quenching the suffocating static and leaving only the quiet afternoon breeze brushing through the courtyard. Maki doesn't hesitate—she drops to one knee, wrapping the heavy red silk sash around your outer ankle and hers with tight, practiced efficiency, double-knotting it so firmly that your legs move as a single rigid pillar. Beside you, Sukuna's four arms remain loosely folded, his dark markings static against his chest as his crimson gaze tracks Maki's hands on your skin with a cool, dangerous patience. Nobara steps up to the starting line next, spinning her iron hammer around her thumb with a sharp smirk as she eyes the bound length of your legs.

Maki Zenin: "Finally. Put that suffocating aura away so we can actually run a mile without the air melting."

Nobara Kugisaki: "Hold on, hold on! A three-legged sprint with Zenin? That’s not a relay leg, that’s an execution!"

Maki Zenin: "If you trip her, Kugisaki, I’m throwing you into the pond myself."

Ryomen Sukuna: "Keep your eyes on the track, brat. Leave the host to sweat in his boots."

🏃‍♀️ Match Maki's brutal pace and sprint

Maki digs her heel into the dirt and launches forward with explosive power, but you match her stride instantly, your bound legs slamming into the earth in perfect synchronization. The wind whips your silky midnight hair back as the two of you tear past Nobara before she can even set her footing, kicking up a rooster-tail of dust across the courtyard. Sukuna's blood-ring sears a violent, approving heat against your skin, his crimson gaze locked onto your flexed thighs as you and Maki cross the line in a blinding blur. Gojo whistles loudly from the stone steps, leaning forward with a dark, glittering grin while Panda steps up to take his place for the next obstacle.

Maki Zenin: "Left, right! Move those legs or I'm dragging you across the finish line!"

Nobara Kugisaki: "Hey! No fair, Zenin is using pure physical strength to cheat the drag coefficient!"

Panda: "Look at them go! Sosa's keeping up without even using cursed energy!"

Ryomen Sukuna: "Not bad, brat. Keep that stride tight."

⚡ Push Maki to go even faster

You dig your heel into the stone and push your weight directly into Maki's stride, forcing her to match an insane, blistering cadence. Maki lets out a sharp, fiercely satisfied grin as the wind tears through your hair, the two of you crossing the finish line in a sonic boom that sends dust and loose gravel flying across the courtyard steps. The red silk sash snaps taut under the sudden deceleration, pulling you chest-to-chest with Maki as you both come to a skid just inches from where Megumi stands holding his own ribbon. Sukuna's blood-bound ring throbs against your skin with a hot, pulse-pounding rhythm, his eyes narrowed in dark amusement as Megumi reluctantly steps forward under the Director's shrill countdown.

Maki Zenin: "Faster? You're playing with fire, Sosa!"

Panda: "Look at those two! They're gonna tear up the paving stones!"

Ryomen Sukuna: "Heh. That's my girl—never satisfied with a comfortable lead."

Megumi Fushiguro: "...Do I really have to do this? She's clearly out for blood right now."

Fold your arms and pout at Fushiguro. Jump into his arms and make him carry you - “since you complained this is your punishment. I don’t want to hear no arguments from you!” 😊

You cross your arms, folding them tight over your chest with a dramatic pout before springing off the gravel straight into Megumi's space. Caught completely off-guard, his dark eyes widen as his instincts take over—his hands slapping around your waist to catch your full weight against his chest before you can hit the stone floor. You hitch your legs around his hips, forcing his head back as his face instantly flushes a furious, deep crimson. Across the courtyard, Gojo doubles over laughing against the pillar, while Sukuna's blood-bound ring throbs with a possessive, molten heat on your finger as he tracks Megumi's strained posture. The Director throws his hands up in utter despair, frantically clicking his stopwatch as Megumi stumbles forward under your weight, taking your absolute command as his official race penalty.

Megumi Fushiguro: "She literally ordered me. You want to argue with her cursed energy? Be my guest."

Satoru Gojo: "Oh, look at that! The stoic Shadow user getting picked up like a prize cat!"

Ryomen Sukuna: "Heh. If the brat is carrying you, he better not drop my property, or I'll sever both his arms."

Megumi Fushiguro: "You're heavy... wait, no, don't wrap your arms like that—people are watching!"

🔥 Tell Megumi to sprint faster or else

Megumi's jaw clenches so hard his tendons stand out as he digs his heels into the gravel, surging forward under your absolute command while you ride high on his shoulders with your arms loosely crossed. High up in the shaded rafters, Toge Inumaki quietly shifts his stance, his violet eyes tracking the heavy, crimson pulse of Sukuna's blood-ring glowing on your finger as Megumi stumbles across the finish line in a cloud of dust. The Director clicks his stopwatch frantically, stepping back to avoid the sheer momentum of Megumi's desperate sprint before blowing his whistle with a high-pitched screech. Megumi comes to an abrupt halt, breathing heavily through his nose as his hands hold your waist tight to keep you from sliding off, his dark hair completely disheveled.

Satoru Gojo: "Hey! Move it, Fushiguro! My reputation as the strongest depends on your acceleration!"

Maki Zenin: "If you don't step on it, Fushiguro, I'm letting Gojo dock your allowance."

Megumi Fushiguro: "Shut up, both of you! I'm moving as fast as I can with someone sitting on my ribs!"

Ryomen Sukuna: "Heh. You carried her well enough, brat. Now put my property back down before your spine gives out."

Pet his hair before he sets you down - “don’t drop me Fushiguro 😊”

Before Megumi can even think about bending down to lower you, your fingers slide up into his messy dark hair, lightly threading through the strands with an affectionate, lingering touch that sends a visible shiver straight down his spine. His breath hitches, his grip tightening instinctively around your thighs to keep you locked flush against his chest while his dark eyes dart frantically anywhere except at your face. Across the courtyard, Sukuna's four arms remain loosely folded, his crimson gaze following every slow stroke of your hand through his son's hair with a low, dangerous rumble vibrating in his throat. The Director points a trembling finger at the two of you, blowing his whistle in short, furious bursts, but the rest of the villa surrounds the finish line in a noisy, shouting crowd that completely drowns out his protests. Megumi takes a slow, heavy step forward, setting your feet onto the warm stone with immense care, though he doesn't fully release his hands from your waist until he's certain your balance is steady.

Megumi Fushiguro: "...I'm not dropping you. Just stop moving your head, your hair is in my face."

Maki Zenin: "Cry about it, host! He carried her across, didn't he? The clock stopped when his boots hit the line!"

Satoru Gojo: "She's got you there, Director! Besides, look at him—Megumi's soul left his body thirty feet ago. Give the kid his win!"

How’re you feeling about that Fushiguro ? 👀

Megumi adjusts his dark jacket, rubbing the back of his neck as he steadfastly avoids eye contact with you, his ears burning bright crimson against his dark hair. Across the courtyard steps, Gojo is still cackling endlessly into his elbow while Sukuna's blood-ring throbs against your finger with a slow, molten hum of possessive satisfaction. The Director strides right into the center of the gravel, dramatically extending his arms to sign off on the race while Megumi reluctantly picks up your iced tea and bag from the stone bench. You stand at the center of the courtyard with your arms crossed, watching the stoic Shadow user fall into step right beside you as your designated afternoon prize.

Megumi Fushiguro: "I feel like I just carried a curse disguised as a human... and my ears are still ringing."

Nobara Kugisaki: "Don't act like you didn't enjoy every second of it, Fushiguro! Your face is redder than a high-grade curse mark!"

Megumi Fushiguro: "I am NOT doing that again. Ever."

Ryomen Sukuna: "Heh. Smart boy. Try it again and I'll tear your spine out through your throat."

Put your face very close to Fushiguros so he has to look at you - “you don’t seem excited enough 🤔”

You lean in until your nose is barely an inch from Megumi's, your red hair spilling over your shoulder and brushing against his dark collar. His eyes widen in instant, panic-stricken paralysis, his breath catching so hard in his throat that his shoulders lock up entirely. The cool plastic of your iced tea cup trembles slightly in his right hand, while Sukuna's blood-bound ring blazes with a sudden, possessive burst of white heat against your finger, casting a fierce crimson shadow across Megumi's flushed cheeks. Behind him, Nobara mutters something under her breath to Toge, pointing out the sheer absurdity of the dark Shadow user being held hostage by your undivided attention.

Megumi Fushiguro: "I am holding your bag AND your tea while three different Special Grades look at me like a target practice dummy. How do you THINK I feel?!"

Satoru Gojo: "Oh, don't mind us, Megumi! Just making sure you don't drop her luxury accessories!"

Toji Fushiguro: "Let the boy breathe, Sosa. Though... if he drops that drink, I'm personally billing his father."

Ryomen Sukuna: "Heh. Stare at him all you want, brat. He's already shaking like a leaf under my mark."

🥤 Take a sip of your tea while he holds it.

You tilt the straw right past Megumi's stiffened jaw and take a long, slow sip of cold tea while he holds the cup with rigid, white-knuckled precision. His breath hitches, dark eyes locking onto yours at point-blank range, utterly paralyzed as you drink directly from his hands. Sukuna's blood-bound ring glows with a sharp, possessive pulse against your skin, casting a faint crimson light over Megumi's burning collarbone while Gojo claps in utter delight from the railing above.

Megumi Fushiguro: "I am doing my job, Sosa. Don't push your luck."

Satoru Gojo: "Oh, look at that absolute discipline! He didn't even drop a drop! Give the boy a medal!"

Stare at Sukuna and point at the ring. The cursed energy spiking through it - “can you chill out 😒”

the Shibuya Underground — cool subterranean air and dim fluorescent lights

You hold your hand high above the gravel, pointedly levelling your gaze straight at Ryomen Sukuna while the ancient blood-ring sears against your finger with a fierce, pulsating white heat. The sudden, violent surge of raw cursed energy causes the plastic tea cup in Megumi's hand to crack, spilling cold liquid over his boots as he takes a rapid step back from the oppressive pressure. Sukuna steps off the terrace stairs, his dark crimson eyes locked entirely on you while the rest of the villa holds its breath at your unbothered audacity. In a blinding flash of crimson light, the courtyard dissolves beneath your feet, plunging the two of you deep into the quiet, isolated shadows of the Shibuya Underground for your private evening date.

Ryomen Sukuna: "You dare tell me to temper my power, woman? It reacts to my will, and right now my will is reminding this entire court who you belong to."

You didn’t have to spill the drink on him 😒 learn to play nice

Sukuna takes a slow, deliberate step toward you, the heavy echo of his boots against the concrete concourse vibrating up through the soles of your shoes. He tilts his head, four crimson eyes tracking the dismissive flick of your wrist with a dark, purring amusement that echoes off the tiled walls. His large, scarred hand reaches out without warning, his thick fingers lightly catching your jaw to tilt your face back into the dim fluorescent light. The ancient blood-ring on your finger thrums in direct harmony with his cursed energy, settling from a violent spike into a steady, suffocating pulse of heat that wraps around your entire hand.

Ryomen Sukuna: "Playing nice with my son is not on my agenda, Sosa. Though if I knew a splash of tea was all it took to get you to roll your eyes at me, I would have ruined his whole outfit."

I think Megumi was Toji son 🤔

Sukuna's fingers tighten slightly against your jaw, his thumb tracing the sharp line of your bone before releasing you with a slow, dark exhale that warm-s the chilled subterranean air. He turns his head toward the dark subway tracks, four eyes glowing faintly in the dim fluorescent light as the realization settles between you. The ancient blood-ring on your hand hums with a steady, deep pulse, echoing the strange, dark ties binding the villa's sorcerers together beneath the surface entertainment.

Ryomen Sukuna: ""He is. And the bastard sold him to the Zen'in for a bargain before he even learned to walk.""

Let out a huge sigh and sit on the floor with your legs crossed and head resting on your hands - “today was draining 😩”

You drop straight down onto the polished tiles of the Shibuya station concourse, your red hair spreading like silk across the cool stone as you cross your legs and prop your chin squarely in your palms. The subterranean draft hums past, but before the chill can hit you, Sukuna's dark crimson energy flares softly, turning the ambient air instantly room-temperature and warm around your ankles. He stands towering over your sprawled form, four eyes narrowing with a dangerous, deeply fond exasperation that utterly ruins his terrifying reputation. With a slow, fluid motion of his heavy velvet-clad arms, he drops down into a low crouch right in front of you, his face coming level with yours while his clawed thumb gently reaches out to catch your cheek.

Ryomen Sukuna: ""Exhausted?""

Ryomen Sukuna: ""You run around making half the villa bleed for your amusement, and now you want to nap on cold concrete like a stray?""

Use two fingers to use your gravity pull technique to make Sukuna sit - “now you’re a stray with me ☺️”

You lift two fingers with a lazy, playful flick, channeling a sharp tug of gravity directly at Sukuna's center of mass. The sudden downwards pull hitches his breath for a split second, yanking the King of Curses off his balance so he drops hard onto his rear, his heavy boots clattering against the cool subway tiles right beside you. He sits sprawled in the dim concourse light, four crimson eyes flashing with genuine, stunned disbelief before a dark, wicked smirk pulls across his scarred face, his cursed energy flaring warm around you both like an absolute shield.

Ryomen Sukuna: "You really think your little gravity trick works on me, woman? Sit down before I make this floor a permanent grave."

🎬 Pull your legs up and rest on him.