Ethereal Connection ♡ ⌇ Sukuna x Reader ⌇ ♡

Chapter 6

It's been a few weeks since her interaction with Gojo, all she did was follow her routine.

Oh the monotonous days are back.

After waking up Y/N freshened up and ate breakfast. She picked up her bag and got off to work. She hurried as she was late today.

After getting of the bus she walked in. Just as she entered the office, a persistent colleague approached her with a flirtatious tone.

"You free after work, sweetheart?" he inquired, a sly grin on his face.

This guy had been trying his luck since he first joined, with his captivating green eyes, chiseled jawline, and tousled dark hair that seemed to attract attention from most of the girls.

"Haha, I have things to do tonight, sorry." she said and walked away to keep her bag in the cabinet.

She put on her apron which was  durable, high-quality, it's a rich, deep shade of charcoal gray that complements the cafe's aesthetic. The apron is designed with thoughtful details, including a convenient pocket at the front, perfect for stashing a pen, notepad, or small essentials. The straps are adjustable, allowing for a comfortable fit.

She walked over to the counter and started her work. She thought to arrange the cash cabinet and start the cash register for the day.

As she approached the counter, a different colleague sidled up beside her, offering a compliment. "You're looking really pretty today," he remarked, his tone warm.

"Uh, thanks," she stammered, giving an awkward laugh. She was growing tired of these men, but keeping her cool was crucial.

Her female colleagues watched, their envy palpable. Y/N could feel their eyes on her, filled with disdain, but she brushed it off. Their negativity was a futile waste of her time.

As the clock struck 8 pm, signaling the end of her shift, Y/N busied herself sorting through the cash, a result of the day's bustling activity. Two girls stood nearby, their words venomous.

"What a slut, a total attention seeker... ugh" one of them sneered.

"Look at her clothes, so tight. She's clearly flaunting herself for the guys" the other one chimed in, their words dripping with disdain.

"Yeah right look at her, oh do you remember how she bent over yesterday? Bruh she was being too obvious about showing her breasts." the first girl continued.

"Absolutely" she responded.

"So now I can't even bend down to pick  up the money?" Y/N thought. And in reality none of her breasts were visible.

Y/N knew that the girls gossiped about her but now they were making it too obvious, or were they doing it on purpose?

The malicious gossip was nothing new, but this time, they had crossed a line.

"Hah, no wonder her parents abandoned her, nobody would want a f*king slut as their daughter." one of the girls said.

When they mentioned her parents, Y/N's anger boiled over, and she slammed the cash cabinet, the sound echoing through the room, so loud that if her finger had gotten in the way, it would have snapped into two pieces.

"Unlike you, I have my dignity intact. You're just a bunch of jealous bitches." she answered, rising from her chair.

"Huh how dare y-" before the girl could finish, Y/N interrupted
"Don't speak, your goat like voice gives me headache."

"YOU LITTLE—" the girl roared, advancing towards Y/N, causing the utensils on the counter drop to the floor and make a loud noise.

"COME HERE YOU BITCH!" the girl exclaimed while her friend looked over at her.

Ignoring the chaos she walked towards the cabinet to take her bag and get off of here, she knows that if she stays here one bit, she might snap.

As soon as she took her bag the manager came in.

"What's going on here!?" he said, luckily there weren't any customers at the cafe.

The one person Y/N was irritated by the most was the manager. The manager knew everything what was going on at the cafe, about how the guys tried to hit on her and the girls gossiped about her but he didn't do anything about it. He only wanted the work done nothing more. She only worked here because of the payment she got, it was way higher than the other jobs she looked for.

Instead of being helping, the manager fuelled the fire. She got even more provoked by his presence.

"You shut up, don't you act like you don't know anything." she said irritated.

"You stay out of this. Your indifference speaks volumes. Get lost." she continued, unable to contain her anger any longer.

"WHAT HOW DARE YOU?!
YOU'RE FIRED, GET OUT!" the manager yelled at her.

"Tch." she exclaimed and left the place frustration flowing through her veins.

She made her way back home while her mind was filled with bitterness.

"Why does it have to be like this?"

"Why me?"

"Am I not allowed to have a normal life?"

"Is this what i deserve?"

"But what did I do to deserve such torment?"

While her mind still busy with the thoughts she got off the bus and stepped back into the house. She cleaned herself up and changed, the anger still simmering beneath her skin. The thought of preparing dinner was out of the question; she settled for leftover milk and proceeded to go to bed.

Her mind still full of thoughts.

Moments later, a realization struck her: her salary for the month was due tomorrow. Would she confront the manager about it?

Absolutely not. Her pride held immense value. At least not after what happened.

A few days has passed since the incident, she has been searching tirelessly for job, unfortunately for her she didn't find one. Some were too low paid while the others weren't the job she preferred.

She was scrolling down through her contacts and she saw one where she recalled something.

"Handsome Sensei."