sweet addiction || ryomen sukuna ✓

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i'm not going to die...because i have a dog waiting for me at home.

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"Where were you?!"

The sound of Fushiguro's angry voice was enough for me to roll my eyes. If he ever gets married, then he'll definitely be the helicopter parent. Gross.

Which was when Gojo tossed a bag towards him. My whole soul leaving my body as I quickly realized he went souvenir shopping.

So, while I was lost in thought on ways to kill the strong man, he went on explaining what he preferred and what he recommended. Things that I was beyond not interested in. Which was fine. I mean, who said I had to be interested in what Gojo had to say anyway?

I was weak after all. And the weak die. That was just the way of things.

"Oh, wow! You can actually control Sukuna?"

The question made my eyes widen. It almost sounded like Gojo wanted to test the theory out, which wasn't exactly on my bucket list since that meant-

"Give me ten seconds then."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep! That's all I need really," Gojo continued, and I hated how happy and go-lucky he sounded. Almost like my elementary school teacher. Double gross.

And as I watched Gojo turn his attention to Fushiguro, I took (slight) notice of how tattoos appeared on Yūji's- err...Sukuna's body. His focus right on Gojo as he prepared to attack.

"Well," I started as I got up from the ground. My hands patting away the almost nonexistent dirt, "i'll be going now. Have fun killing each other."

And as I made my exit through the whole in the wall, Fushiguro couldn't believe i just ditched them. But who could blame me? There were too many men popping up out of nowhere. Also, was there a reason why Sukuna had to rip of Yūji's shirt and hoodie? Not that i minded-

I shook my head lightly. My hands stuffing themselves into my pockets as I walked past the two unconscious students. My mind clicking as I stopped in front of them.

"Oh. You two are still here."

I pressed my lips together. A loud crash sounding outside as I decided to ignore it. Yūji's body will be fine...in fact, I have no doubt in my mind that he'll be able to take back control in...five seconds. Yep. No worries here. Even though I totally ran away-

My focus went back to the two second years.

"Gojo can take care of you two. I'm just going to go home and sleep."

Yeah.

I wasn't heroic. Helpful. Strong. I wasn't any of those things. In fact, the only reason why I tried to do anything was because of Yūji. I swear, he was becoming more and more like some anime protagonist by the day. And I hated that.

What was so wrong with being a normal human being who's parents hate your very existence? I don't see a problem.

But apparently fate has a different plan for me.

Because when I wake up in the morning after a good night's rest...

Well.

I find that I was kidnapped.