Y/n Goji, a student from New World High in the States transfer to Jujutsu High in Japan due to her parent's demands. Despite her objections she has no choice but to abide by her parent's orders. One year. That's all she needed to hold off for. With...
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TW: Implied SA, Death, blood, drug usage, alcohol usage
"Stay right here." Kagura gently sat you down on a stool, switching places with Shoko as you began to throw up whatever it was you had inside you. You felt dizzy and tired. Your head was pounding from the hit you took to the head.
You felt disgusted. Your body felt sticky and unclean. Your stomach churn nasty and tears began to pour down your cheeks.
You heard shuffling in the background and you didn't bother to pay attention to what was going on.
"You're covered in blood. Go wash up." Choso ordered to whoever he was talking to.
Yorozu came over, you could hear the sobs in her voice as she apologized over and over. You slowly reached your hand out to her and she gripped it tightly almost afraid of letting it go.
"Dispose of the body immediately." Kagura ordered, sighing softly to herself. How could this have happened? In her own club. She was enraged and so was Choso. They would've personally killed the guy who caused you harm but Sukuna beat them to it.
Sukuna leaned over the sink, blood splattered all over his face. His arms and hands covered in dry blood and his clothes soaked. He wasn't sure what had gotten into him. One minute you were there smiling at him for the first time. A genuine smile. The next you were gone and when he found you again. He lost it immediately.
He saw red.
"Sukuna-sama?" Uruame slowly approached him, unsure of what was going on through his head. So many emotions and all of them hard to read.
"How is she?" Those were the first words he's spoken to anyone since the incident.
Uruame pressed their lips into a thin line. "She's currently throwing up. Whatever substance was given to her, her body is rejecting it."
He hummed, before immediately washing off all the blood off of him. Kenjaku came back with a fresh pair of clothes. It looked identical to what he was wearing.
No one would notice the difference.
He immediately changed out of his clothes, dumping it into a bag and changed into the new clothes. He stepped out the restroom. Informing the guards outside that he left the clothes in a bag for them to dispose of.
This wasn't his first rodeo. He knew what had to be done. Maybe that's why it was so easy for him to do it. For him to kill the man that tried to hurt you. He didn't hesitate. He didn't feel remorse. He wasn't having second thoughts. He did what had to be done. No regrets.
