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(Kiyoko's pov)
"Why didn't he kill me?" I pondered upon the question for hours. I lie on the soft futon. "And they even gave me this nice room. Such a nice smell..." I sniffed the warm blanket. It smelled like jasmine petals. But then, I got a wift of blood from outside.
Knock knock...
"Miss, your food is here." A servant spoke. "I'll put it down here, please eat it soon." And I heard the servant walking off. I slid the door open to see the meal. It was neatly done, with rice, cooked meat and miso soup. Right when I was about to pick the tray up, I caught the smell ghosting my nose again. The smell of human blood. I quickly put the tray down and shut my door. I felt sick and disgusted because I suddenly realised that... Sukuna eats humans.
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(Sukuna's pov)
"How's the girl? Is she enjoying her stay?" I ask, hoping to hear a good answer.
However, an unexpected answer hit my face. "The thing is, master... She has not touched her food at all for the last 5 days. Maybe she's so overwhelmed that she does not have an appetite."
"What? For the last 5 days, she has not eaten?" My eyes widened. "Uraume? Do you have any thoughts?"
"I do not, master." She replied.
"Quickly prepare a full course that fits the taste of a human. I shall head there right after you finish."
"Yes master, the dish will be here anytime soon." Uraume bowed and proceeded to head to the kitchen.
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I knocked on the wall of the girl's room.
"Please go away, I will not eat." A small voice spoke behind the paper door.
"You do not have a choice." I slid the door and entered the room.
"Ah! Do not step any further, I'll exorcise you!" The girl was surprised and scared at the same time, she quickly shifted into a fighting stance.
"I would like to see you try so." I smirked at the effort.
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Hurts like rose thorns (Sukuna x reader)
FanficYou are Kaneko Kiyoko from the Heian period. You were sacrificed to the mighty King of curses - Ryomen Sukuna. How will your life turn out? - !!!CONTAINS EXPLICIT LANGUAGE!!! BLOOD, SMUT, DEATHS, LANGUAGE