sweet addiction || ryomen sukuna ✓

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some just want to be abused

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"Just kill him, y/n."

"Sukuna?!"

Y/n and Mahito were surprised to see the King himself. His arms crossed over his hare chest. A smirk fully displayed on his lips.

"What are you talking about, Sukuna?! Kill me?! Shouldn't our focus be on killing y/n?! She actually tried to release Gojo after all!"

Hus gaze narrowed. A glare set on Mahito as he sneered, "fool, you forget. She is my tool. And tools are meant to be reshaped. She's learning her lesson. A lesson to not disobey me."

"What are you even saying?!"

"I'm saying she is simply being remade in my image. An image that I see fit for being a tool. She tried releasing Gojo, but failed. Realizing that she won't be able to do it, then you and that human arrive before her. You forcefully killing the boy to which she had met years ago and thought of as a friend."

"And your point?"

"By realizing that she can't succeed in this pointless mission, she breaks. By seeing you kill Junpei, she falls. By killing you she is remade just for me."

"You're thinking is flawed, Sukuna," Mahito yelled. His fists clenched.

Sukuna merely ignored this, his form appearing right behind y/n as two of his hands covered her eyes. She was being most quiet during all of this. Might as well ... help her out.

"Relax. If you can't make up your mind on what to do, then just let me do that for you."

And he let her see the past. The past that should have never happened ...

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year 1600

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"heya, Sukuna! Killed anyone knew today?"

Y/n l/n. A happy girl that did whatever Sukuna asked as long as he told her. She was his perfect tool. A tool that he most treasured.

Granted, she could be annoying at times. Especially since she was human. Always having to do extra things to live. She wasn't a cursed spirit after all, so eating, sleeping, and the like were always important factors for her.

Such a high-maintenanced tool...

"I killed multiple people today."

She would always laugh at his answer. She enjoyed anything and everything he said. Trusted him completely.

Any allies she made were just fake. They didn't love her like Sukuna did. They didn't use her correctly like Sukuna would. They didn't know how to properly abuse her. She just loved when Sukuna did that. Because ... that was the only form of love she understood.

Yes.

She loved him.

But ...

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Tools eventually broke.

They would break to the point that they couldn't be fixed anymore.

"S-sorry, Sukuna."

It was supposed to be any other day. A lazy day just with them two. Spreading chaos as usual.

But ...

Y/n was getting frail. Sick. She was still young. At least, to Sukuna she was considered young. He was a curse after all. Age doesn't really have any meaning to him.

"There's nothing to be sorry for."

He had no use for broken tools, but he loved this one. She worked so well for him.

So maybe ...

He left her to die. His rage filled to the maximum as he destroyed everything in his path. A promise to himself that if she ever reincarnated .. he would remake her. Take time to mold her into the tool just like this one.

And much to his luck,

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present time

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"See? You don't have to rely on anyone. No one at all. Just me. Gojo Satoru. Your other allies. They mean nothing. It was always just me. Only me."

she raised up a single hand towards Mahito. Her palm open. Her eyes still covered by Sukuna's hand. He could feel the tears wetting his palms. He liked remaking his tool.

Just kill him.

That's all I have to do, right?

And Mahito started to die.