ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ!

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the barren zenin household was eerily quiet as (y/n) walks the halls, her soft footfalls heard. kenjaku was busy with his own business and uraume was nowhere to be found. then again, both of them have their own agendas.

the (h/c)-ette looks around lost for a moment before finding the sitting room. she stands in front of it. The sliding door creaked open as she pulls, the sound jarring her from her reverie.

she glances up, her heart dropping like a stone.

there, in the center of the tatami mat, was sukuna, his arms wrapped around yorozu in a fierce hold, his hands digging into her back, her long brown hair cascading down her figure.

(y/n)'s body froze, heavy like a lump.

yorozu, the same woman who had been frequenting the hideaway, was clinging to him fiercely, her lips pressed against his.

(y/n) felt a wave of nausea rise in her throat. this wasn't the first time she'd found yorozu in sukuna's company, but this time, yoruzu was bare, her kimono loosely draped over her, revealing a disturbing intimacy.

the scene twisted a knife in the (h/c)-ette's heart. It was as if her husband, her world, had been ripped away from her in an instant.

"...sukuna..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

sukuna shoves yorozu away harshly, his red irises widening in alarm as he saw his wife looking devastated. the brunette pulls away from him as she let out a soft laugh, a sound that sent shivers down (y/n)'s spine.

"ah, (y/n), you're here!" yorozu says, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.

"...what...?" (y/n)'s voice was a choked whisper, laced with disbelief and hurt as she tries to get the words out but is unable to, it felt like a stab in the gut as she stumbles back into the hallway.

sukuna's eyes were cold and sharp as he glares murderously at yorozu; he finally understood her plan. He looked at (y/n), then at the sorcerer, who smirked, her eyes sparkling with triumph. this is the first time he has been in such a situation before. his knuckles cracked, anger surging through his being...—

after finally finding her voice, (y/n) spoke, "what...is going on here?" her voice trembled, tears welling up in her eyes. she looked at yorozu, who only smiled mockingly.

yorozu laughed, a chilling, high-pitched sound that sent shivers down the (h/c)-ett's spine. she stood up, her kimono trailing behind her like a weeping willow as she shows her bareness with no shame whatsoever.

"i cannot be blamed for sukuna's affections, (y/n). He is mine, even if he doesn't realize it yet." she says in a haughty tone, full of smugness.

tears streamed down (y/n)'s face as she turned to leave but is stopped by sukuna's voice as he suddenly speaks up.

sukuna rose to his feet, his face contorted with rage, "YOROZU!" he roared, his voice laced with a chilling fury, "what do you think you're doing?!" his face contorts into the most menacing look he ever produced.

yorozu's smile faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of defiance. "I am merely doing what is necessary to ensure our future together, sukuna." she casts a wicked glare in the (h/c)-ette's direction.

the words were a lie, dripping with malice. (y/n)'s eyes darted between them, the room spinning. her throat felt constricted, the words she wanted to scream trapped inside. she wasn't sure if she should be angrier at him or at her.

(y/n) felt a new wave of shock wash over her as she absorbed the implications of yorozu's words.

sukuna's face hardens as he swiftly turns to his wife, "don't listen to her, (y/n). this...—"