Takes And Heartaches | Sukuna x Reader |

Chapter 25

The club was a whirlwind of flashing lights, pulsating music, and a haze of loud voices. Y/N found herself stumbling through the crowded space, her vision swimming in and out of focus. The neon lights blurred into a confusing kaleidoscope of colours, and the laughter and chatter around her sounded like distant echoes. She was beyond tipsy, and the alcohol coursing through her veins made her movements unsteady.

Desperate for a sense of clarity, she fumbled with her phone. The screen seemed to sway in her unsteady hands, making it difficult to dial a number. After several failed attempts, she finally managed to press the right buttons and bring up Satoru's contact information. Her vision was too impaired to notice that she had mistakenly dialled Sukuna's number.

As the call connected, she leaned against the bar, her back slumping as she struggled to stay upright. "Satoru? Hi," she slurred, her words heavy with inebriation. "I-I need you to come get me. Please."

On the other end, Sukuna's voice came through with a clarity that momentarily cut through Y/N's drunken fog. He sounded calm, though his concern was palpable. "Y/N? Where are you? Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah," Y/N mumbled, trying to focus on the conversation. "I'm at the club. I think I'm gonna pass out. Please, just come get me."

Sukuna, recognizing the urgency in her voice despite the muddled words, quickly gathered his things. "Stay where you are. I'm on my way."

Y/N's vision continued to swim as she struggled to keep the phone to her ear. She managed to murmur a quick thanks before the call ended. The minutes seemed to stretch endlessly as she waited, her mind drifting in and out of coherence.

True to his word, Sukuna arrived within five minutes. He parked his car in front of the club and entered with a determined stride. He spotted Y/N leaning against the bar, her head lolling to one side. Her dress was slightly dishevelled, and she looked pale and exhausted.

"Y/N," Sukuna called gently, but his voice was lost amid the clamour of the club. He approached her cautiously, wrapping his arm around her waist to steady her. She barely registered his presence as he helped her toward the exit.

Outside, the cool night air hit her, but she was too far gone to appreciate it. Sukuna guided her to the car, his heart aching at the sight of her in such a state. Just as he was about to help her into the passenger seat, her body went limp, and she slumped against him.

With a surge of urgency, Sukuna carefully lifted her into the car, his arms cradling her with a tenderness that belied his usual tough exterior. He drove swiftly yet cautiously to his penthouse, his mind racing with a mixture of worry and regret. The streets blurred by as he focused on the road ahead, the weight of Y/N's unconscious form beside him adding to his emotional burden.

Upon arriving at his penthouse, Sukuna carefully carried Y/N inside. He placed her gently on the bed, her form small and vulnerable beneath the layers of her soiled dress. For a moment, he stood there, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. The sight of her in such a state was a stark reminder of their complicated past and his own role in their broken relationship.

He hesitated, looking at her with a mixture of longing and sorrow. He had always been aware of her beauty, but tonight, it struck him with an intensity he had never fully appreciated before. Her features, softened by sleep, were delicate and serene. The harsh reality of their breakup seemed to weigh heavily on him as he realized just how much he had lost.

After a moment's hesitation, Sukuna decided to change her clothes. He retrieved a set of Y/N's old clothes—a comfortable T-shirt and shorts she had left at his place months ago. As he dressed her, his fingers brushed against her skin, and he felt a pang of nostalgia. He had once known every inch of her body, and the familiarity of these moments only deepened his regret. The T-shirt was a bit big on her, and the shorts were loose, but they were clean and comfortable.

Once dressed, he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand gently stroking her hair. He gazed at her, taking in the sight of her sleeping form. Her features were softened in sleep, her face relaxed and serene. For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to truly appreciate her beauty, the way her hair fanned out around her and the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

The room was silent except for the quiet hum of the air conditioner and Y/N's soft, even breathing. Sukuna felt an overwhelming wave of regret and self-reproach. He wished he had fought harder for her, had been more understanding and less consumed by his own fears and insecurities. The thought of her being hurt because of him was a painful burden he struggled to bear.

As he sat there, memories of their time together flooded back—moments of laughter, arguments, and the way her eyes would light up when she was happy. The regrets of their past, the mistakes he had made, and the decisions that had led to their breakup all weighed heavily on him.

He prepared to leave the room, when he heard Y/N mumbling in her sleep. Her voice was soft and fragmented, but the words were clear enough to pierce through his heart. "Sukuna... I still want you. I need you to fight for me... but I know you don't want me back."

The confession hit Sukuna like a physical blow. He remained frozen, the tears welling in his eyes as he listened to Y/N's heartfelt admission. Each word was a painful reminder of the emotional scars he had caused, and the realization that she still harboured feelings for him was both heart-warming and devastating.

His tears began to fall uncontrollably as he sat there, his emotions raw and unguarded. The pain of their past and the sadness of seeing her so vulnerable weighed heavily on him. He felt a deep sense of guilt and sorrow for the way things had turned out. The tears that fell onto his cheeks were a mix of regret and a profound sense of loss.

Eventually, Sukuna slumped into a chair beside the bed, his head resting in his hands. He let the tears flow freely, his sobs quiet but intense. The weight of his emotions and the heartache of seeing Y/N like this were too much to bear. He sat there, the dried tears on his face a testament to his inner turmoil, as he tried to come to terms with the impact of his choices.

As the night wore on, Sukuna's exhaustion overcame him. Despite the turmoil in his heart, he eventually fell asleep in the chair beside Y/N's bed. The room was quiet, save for the soft, rhythmic sound of Y/N's breathing and Sukuna's own laboured breaths as he slept.

In his dreams, Sukuna's thoughts were filled with memories of Y/N—both the happy moments they had shared and the painful realities of their breakup. The dreamscape was a reflection of his inner turmoil, a chaotic mix of longing, regret, and a desire to make things right.

As the first light of dawn began to seep through the windows, Sukuna remained in his chair, his sleep fitful and restless. The night had been a profound experience for him, filled with emotional revelations and a deep sense of sorrow. He knew that the road to healing would be long and difficult, but for now, he was left to grapple with the weight of his feelings and the haunting realization of what he had lost.