sweet addiction || ryomen sukuna ✓

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what do i have to live for?

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"I can't give you someone when you destroyed their soul."

"Wha—what are you talking about?!"

"Y/n ... don't you know," sadistic tones intertwined into his voice, "you destroyed his soul."

She gripped at Sukuna's arms. The arms that didn't belong to Yūji anymore.

"Y—you're just ... you're just lying again, right? He can't be gone. I wouldn't do that to his soul. I wouldn't ! So, so you must be lying. You have to be! 'Cause, 'cause yūji has to be fine. I wouldn't do something like that. Not to him. I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't."

Sukuna could only laugh. His chest rumbling as be pulled her close. His gaze holding that same damned amused expression. He was loving this.

But ... in the end, it was true. She really didn't mean to do that to Itadori's soul. She had done it unintentionally, which, in turn, gave Sukuna full control.

But ... she wasn't ready. She wasn't his perfect tool yet.

She suddenly pushed away from him then. Tears streaming down her face.

"I- I need to go and see Fushiguro and Kugisaki. T-they are probably getting their fights done now."

She stumbled a bit, Sukuna catching her with a smirk on his face.

"I wonder about that..."

She clenched her teeth. Pushing at him once more which he allowed. Though, her insubordination won't be tolerated forever, and he watched her run back through the hallway. Her form disappearing into the darkness. Mahito and Junpei appearing beside Sukuna in another second.

"Did you do your job, Mahito?"

"Of course. Though, that girl held on for a bit longer than I thought, but make no mistake. She's dead. ... oh and Sukuna?"

"What?"

"If I were to fight y/n ... would i win?"

"No," Sukuna answered as he could only hold a satisfied look on his face as he motioned for them to leave. Their forms disappearing as they headed back to their own base.

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"Kugisaki! Fushiguro!"

She slammed the doors open. Looking for them. No sign of them yet, but she continued to look anyway.

Her breath was quick. Frantic. Her heart beating a mile a minute as she continued to look. She ignored the dead. She ignored the living. She ignored the sick. She ignored the wounded. She ignored the crying children.

I don't fucking care for anything!

Wait.

That's not true.

I do care.

I care.

I do fucking care.

Why?! Why did this happen?! I shouldn't have killed Nanami. I shouldn't have done that!

I'm selfish. I'm stupid. I'm a waste of space! I shouldn't be alive!

She slammed another door open. She looked in the rubble. She pushed people aside.

My character is fucking trash. Thinking I can actually do things when what I really do is ruin everything.

Someone asked if she was alright. She flipped them off and continued on her way.

"Kugisaki! Fushiguro!"

Her voice rung out.

Breathe.

Please, just breathe.

Don't let death take a hold of you.

"Y/n."

She finally found them, but the sight made her sick. Kugisaki dead. On the ground. Blood. Decay. Bugs. The smell.

She didn't know how to feel. No.

That isn't right.

She knew how to feel.

She knew what she felt.

She felt anger boil up inside of her. She was tired of being used. Everything was just falling apart because of her.

Because of me everything is ruined. I broke the world.

"I'm sorry," was the only thing she could say, and as she began to fall, Fushiguro had already caught her in hus arms.

'I'm sorry' being stuck on repeat as she fell apart.