𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

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"Hey, what's happening!" Gojo's voice cut through the thick crowd as he fought his way toward the commotion. A sinking feeling hit him as he witnessed you and Sukuna poised for some confrontation, the reason unclear but tension thick in the air.

Just as you were gearing up for another insult, gojo caught a fleeting expression in Sukuna's eyes, a swift smile that gave him pause.

Before anyone could fully grasp the situation, Sukuna smoothly descended, seizing your legs, and effortlessly tossing you over his shoulder. A surprised yelp escaped you, drowned out by the cheers of the crowd capturing the spectacle on their cameras.

Thrown into the pool without a moment to process, you resurfaced amidst laughter, taking a gasping breath. All eyes were on you, the amusement of the crowd evident.

As your eyes landed on Sukuna, he stood there with a smirk, a proud glint in his eyes. He winked at you before nonchalantly grabbing a towel and disappearing back inside, leaving you to the teasing cheers echoing around the pool.

What he did was utterly wrong, a breach of boundaries that triggered memories of past embarrassments. The desire to scream, shout, and vanish overwhelmed you as you retreated to a corner, climbing the pool stairs. Akina, your friend, stumbled over, her face flushed from the effects of alcohol.

"Girl, what happened?" she inquired, but your only impulse was to shove her aside.

Attempting to distance yourself from the crowd, Gojo intercepted, reaching out to grab your arm. You yanked it away, pivoting to face him before forcefully pushing him back.

"Gojo, don't fucking touch me; I'll kill you too," you spat, your mind clouded by anger, hindering coherent thought.

"The fuck?" Gojo scoffed, taking a step back. "What's up with you? Are you drunk?" he questioned, disbelief evident in his tone.

Struggling to contain your frustration, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes and unleash your anger on him. "Just... leave me the fuck alone," you declared with a shaky sigh, attempting to gather yourself despite being drenched and disheveled.

"Wow, rude. I just wanted to make sure you were okay," a hurt expression crossed Gojo's face.

"Nobody asked you to. Now, if you don't want me to slam a book at your head as well then disappear, shoo off!" you shouted, turning away and continuing on your path.

The words spilled out in a burst of anger, not reflecting your true feelings, and poor Satoru became an unwitting target of your emotional turmoil.

Fortunately, you managed to tune out any further words from Gojo, though a lingering worry about whether he took your harsh words to heart remained. The search for your purse and phone proved useless amid the chaotic aftermath.

As people continued to pester you with stupid questions about what had just happened, you pushed your way through the crowd, desperate to escape the intrusive sea of people.

Despite not being able to locate your phone, you pressed on, yearning for the comfort of being away from the mansion and its embarrassing memories.

Once outside, you began walking aimlessly, heels in hand, unsure of your destination. The only clear thought was to distance yourself from that wretched place, fearing that if you stayed any longer would only add more to the embarrassment.

Your surroundings blurred as you meandered down the road, passing through different neighborhoods adorned with opulent mansions, lost in the aimless pursuit of escape.