𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹 || (Ryomen Sukuna × Reader)

Cruel ~ Ch3

Untangling her hair ranks at the bottom of her to-do list; it's akin to her life—a labyrinth of knots that only seem to worsen the more she tries to fix them. It's a frustrating cycle that mirrors the complexities of her own life, where every solution seems to breed new problems. And so, she resigns herself to the never-ending battle, armed with nothing but a comb and a stubborn determination to tame the unruly chaos atop her head.

"Yn, you should never cut your hair. It's your best feature; without it, you're just the ugly duckling in the L/n family." The harsh words of Yn's caretaker rang in her ears like a relentless echo. Yn's heart sank, knowing that her long, thick hair was the only thing the caretaker liked about her.

Feeling a surge of courage, Yn dared to whisper, "But... I don't like my hair. Can I just cut a little bit?" Her voice trembled with uncertainty, but her plea didn't go unnoticed.

The caretaker turned to Yn, a smile playing on her lips, the caretaker fingers tangling into Yn's hair, gripping it tightly. Agony shot through Yn's scalp, and she bit back a cry of pain as tears stung her eyes. She hadn't meant to speak out, but now she regretted it more than ever.

Yn stood before the mirror, her eyes lighting up with a delighted chuckle as she beheld her reflection. Tears of joy shimmered in her eyes, a testament to the overwhelming sense of gratitude she felt towards Sakuna, the one who had bestowed upon her the gift of a daring transformation—a switch from her once flowing locks to a chic, uneven bob cut.

It was something she had always wondered about—how she would look with shorter hair that wouldn't constantly bother her. Often, she would contemplate cutting it herself, scissors in hand, only to end up in tears and frustration, sometimes resorting to cutting her hand with a blade for a fleeting sense of relief. These self-inflicted wounds weren't life-threatening, but they offered her a small measure of solace amidst her struggles.

As she traced her fingers along the jagged edges of her freshly-cut hair, Yn couldn't help but marvel at the newfound lightness she felt, both physically and emotionally. It was as though with each snip of the scissors, a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, leaving behind a sense of freedom she hadn't known she was missing.

As Yn glanced at Sakuna through the mirror, a realization dawned upon her. This unexpected haircut wasn't just a spur-of-the-moment decision; it was Sakuna's subtle way of seeking revenge for the mishap involving his lost bag. Yet, to Yn's surprise, what she initially feared as a punishment turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

But surprisingly, she wasn't mad. In fact, she felt thankful for the haircut—it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. She wanted to thank Sakuna, but she worried he might think she's crazy for being grateful for something like this. So, she just smiled silently at him in the mirror, deciding to keep her feelings to herself.

Sakuna, with his typical bored expression, glanced at Yn in the mirror, puzzled by her lack of sadness over the haircut. "You don't look like you're sad that I cut your hair?" he remarked, his tone laced with confusion.

Yn turned to face Sakuna directly, her demeanor defiant as she retorted, "Should I be upset?"

With a weary sigh, Sakuna shrugged indifferently, "Who cares?"

Just as Sakuna was about to leave, Yn called out to him, halting his departure. "Sakuna, wait!" she exclaimed.

Turning back to face her, Sakuna's frustration was palpable as he snapped, "Now what?"

Undeterred by his harsh tone, Yn persisted, her voice tinged with determination. "Wait here! I'll just take a minute of yours," she declared.

Sakuna chuckled condescendingly, his words dripping with disdain. "You don't deserve a second from my time, brat," he scoffed.