sweet addiction || ryomen sukuna ✓

prologue

a/n ;; this book is really cringe-worthy, so be prepared ig

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"You were supposed to be different. You were supposed to be great. You were supposed to be the daughter the knew everything."

A breath. A sigh. A gripping of hair.

"And yet here you are. A failure. A mistake. A thing that I wish to misplace."

Another breath. A gun. A knife. A curse. Another sigh. A glance to a woman. A glance to a mirror. A glance back to the little girl before him.

He was father.

A father saying all of these mean things.

Not that the mother could blame him. She thought the same way.

Not that the little girl could blame him. She couldn't choose who she was born to, so she felt bad for them that they ended up with a mistake like her.

"Can you do me a favor and disappear?"

The little girl didn't. She always stayed. Simply because she didn't have anywhere else to go. An orphanage? No. The streets? Definitely not. A friend's house? No...she didn't want to be more of a burden than she already was.

And that was how the days went on for the little girl, until the day finally came where she really did disappear.

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It was a cloudy day. Gray. Monochrome. Deathly.

The parents sat in the front seats while the little girl sat in the back. Her hands sitting in her lap. Quiet. Silent. Don't make a move.

Then, the car stopped. Stopped. Stopped. Her mother's door slammed open, and then her door was slammed open. Her seat buckled coming undone as she was dragged out.

They were in a town. A small little town.

And before the little girl could say anything she was thrown to the ground. Her elbows and knees scraping against the sidewalk.

Then the car was gone just as quickly as it had came, and the little girl was happy for them. For they finally got rid of a mistake.

But...

Wouldn't it have been easier to erase the mistake instead?

"Are- are you ok?!"

And the moment the little girl turned to see a boy her own age run up to her. She realized that she was tossed aside right by a park. Luckily for her, someone else had been there to witness the whole thing.

"No. I'm never ok." If that wasn't some cringey ass shit that she had ever uttered, I don't know what is. Yet she said it anyway.

Her words were always simple. Always speaking the truth.

The boy bit his lips as he helped her up. His gaze looking to where the car had sped off.

"I'm Itadori Yūji, uhm...you can stay with me until grandpa comes by..."

Then, for once she smiled, and the monochromatic day seemed to burst with color. If only a little.

"I'm y/n."