𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 | nanami k.

19

"I..." you stared at him wide-eyed, uneasy by the way he smirked menacingly. He tilted his head a bit in a way to size you up, and you just remained frozen in your spot as he does.

He gave you a sickening grin that sent chills down your spine. "What brings you here? Are you following your father's path?" then he chuckles like it was the funniest joke he's ever said.

Your lips thinned, clenching your hand around the strap of your bag. "It's nice to see you here, Mr. Sukuna... but I have to go." when you were about to walk away, he stepped to the side, blocking your way, and looked down at you.

He's like a predator trapping his prey with no remorse.

There are no guards in sight, still, you were cautious. You have a feeling Sukuna has many... potential enemies, so he's never alone especially in a place where it's most possible to strike. You kept your chin high even though your insides were trembling. Showing weakness is not an option because you knew he'd feast on it. Remembering his not-so-empty threats before, you grind your molars together.

"Ah, where's the fun in that?" he caught you off guard by stepping closer, your chests almost touching. You jolted and quickly back away and that didn't go unnoticed by him. The grin on his lips widens, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"I really have to go—"

"And look for your father?"

His words stopped you. You didn't meet his gaze but you can feel his eyes at your form. "Hmm, I guess I'm right. Your father really loves trouble, doesn't he?" there's an edge in his voice that you don't trust.

Eyes still on the ground, you turn your back on him. "I'm not here for my father." with that, you left him calmly while your heart raced wildly. Sukuna's eyes burned a hole on the back of your head but you shake it off as you make your way to the other room where he's not.

When you were sure he finally left you alone, you sighed loudly, eyes roaming around the room once again. Your dad's form was still nowhere to be spotted, and your head is starting to hurt from all the throbbing lights and noise from the machines. Giving one last scan at the crowd, you rushed to where the restroom is.

It wasn't so hard to find the restroom since it's only located at your far right. Once you were able to reach the door, you quickly close and lean against it, shutting your eyes. You were breathing hard so you did a mini pep talk with yourself in your head. Clenching your hands into fists, you inhale through your nose, calming yourself.

While you were lost in your own little world, you didn't even realize that there was another person inside. The sound of heels clacking across the floor got your eyes snapping open. You tensed when you saw a familiar woman standing in front of the mirror, placing her tiny purse on the marble countertop.

Dressed in a dark blue halterneck satin dress, she couldn't be more stunning than the last time you saw her. Her dress was not tight but you can see how it gave justice to her curves. She was a tall woman, her flawless long legs showing behind the slit of her beautiful dress. You were blatantly staring and she seemed like she doesn't care, or she's used to it. Either way, it was a must-have trait. You blinked at how relaxed she is, and how unbothered she is that you were just standing there... gawking at her.

She's definitely your boss' type. She's stunning, looks rich, and she's calm in a way that matched his personality. No wonder he went on a date with her that day at the restaurant. You remember seeing her hair and side profile. She sat across from him with her hair elegantly styled. It's definitely her.

You felt an awkward twinge in your gut as you observe her. The mole under her right eye looked pleasing to look at. She has shiny brown hair that was probably taken care of more than the house you live in. Her posture wasn't too perfect, but she was more composed than you. When she lifted her gaze, you immediately avert your eyes, feeling ashamed. Without sparing another glance, you open the door and exit the restroom in a hurry. You place a hand on your head, what the hell was that about?