𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

11

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In an unexpected turn of events, there you were, sharing your room with Sukuna, surrounded by the melodic hum of a CD playing in the background.

Lounging on your bed, you decided to indulge in the timeless tunes of your favorite artist, Britney Spears. Meanwhile, Sukuna occupied the floor, cradling a cat in his left hand, his attention diverted to the eclectic array of items on your bookcase.

The shelves housed an assortment of CDs, dainty pink toys adorning the space as decorative accents, and a miscellaneous collection of jewelry and books.

Sukuna remained silent, merely observing, while the cat in his grasp purred contently, resting its head on Sukuna's thigh—an endearing tableau that you found so captivating that you contemplated capturing it forever.

The desire to immortalize this peculiar scene prompted you to pull out your phone, breaking the tranquil ambiance with a candid inquiry, "Is it okay if I take a picture?" Sukuna, momentarily withdrawing his gaze from the book he held, fixed his eyes on you and inquired without a hint of amusement, "Why? You want pictures of me?"

Your response, delivered with a touch of bashfulness, revealed your true motive. "No, it just looks pretty," you mumbled. "It would be, well... aesthetic. I want to post it," you admitted, your honesty reflecting the rarity of such picturesque moments.

While it wasn't solely about Sukuna's undeniable allure, the scene itself resonated with a certain Pinterest-worthy charm.

Sukuna, engrossed in his book, nonchalantly granted permission, "Do whatever you want." His focus remained steadfast on the pages, leaving you to wonder about the source of his interest in a book you had neglected.

As you raised your phone to capture the perfect angle, you hummed a soft tune. With the click of the camera, you successfully captured a moment that, despite Sukuna's indifference, you knew held a unique and enchanting quality, ready to be shared with the world.

Once you got your picture you felt satisfied as it had turned out perfectly. You laid down on your bed as you crossed your legs, pressing on the insta icon before making a post.

It felt oddly surreal that you and Sukuna weren't locked in a verbal battle.

Instead, an unusual sense of companionship hung in the air, if it could even be labeled as such. Sukuna showed no interest in engaging in conversation, and truth be told, neither did you.

With a sly smile, you added a simple ":)" to your caption before deciding to share the captured moment. It didn't occur to you to tag Sukuna; you weren't even sure if he had an Instagram account, and you certainly weren't about to inquire.

With around 7000 followers, courtesy of your status as a well-known figure among the elite, the swift influx of likes was expected. However, this time, the comment section began to fill up more rapidly than usual.

Curiosity piqued, you scrolled through the comments, discovering an unexpected wave of reactions from your followers. The enchanting duo of Sukuna and the cat had clearly struck a chord, sparking an unforeseen interest among your audience.

"Who's that?"

"new boyfriend?"

"Wow he's hot."

"Isn't that Ryomen omg..."

"lol she's changing boyfriends like a set of clothes"

"she doesn't deserve him lmaoooo"

"Cap"

"what do these men see in her ijbooool"

Faced with an overwhelming surge of hate comments, you decided to close the app, attempting to shield yourself from the negativity.