𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

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You almost felt the urge to go back on your decision, to turn around and tell Sukuna to go back home. It was absurd, really.

Ever since you agreed, Sukuna had been on your heels, two feet behind you, engaging in a monologue about things that didn't necessarily concern you.

Oddly enough, you hadn't thought of Sukuna as the chatty type, yet he seemed unusually persistent in trying to win you over.

At least he wasn't bitching about his usual grievances, you had to give him that.

"It's been a while, no?" Sukuna mused, his hands casually tucked in his pockets as he observed you from behind. It seemed Sukuna had run out of topics to discuss.

"Mhm," was all you managed to respond with. Was this what you really wanted? Was it the right decision? Wouldn't you just end up more entangled with him?

The more you thought about it, the more difficult it became to arrive at a clear decision.

Sukuna's persistence had undeniably swayed you to some extent. Perhaps that's why you were willing to go along with this.

But beneath your anger, there lingered a desire to prove him wrong, even though deep down, fear crept in, making the decision all the more conflicting.

After reaching your home, you opened the door, allowing both yourself and Sukuna to enter.

The atmosphere inside was as quiet as usual. Shoes were removed, and Sukuna, along with you, stepped inside.

Suddenly, Sakiko emerged from her room, her eyes widening slightly as she noticed the man she had feared since that horrible day.

Sukuna spared her only a brief glance before redirecting his attention back to you. With a quick smile in Sakiko's direction, you headed upstairs, Sukuna following closely behind, blatantly ignoring Sakiko.

In your room, you shut the door with a resounding thud, dropping your bag as you made your way to the closet. Sukuna slouched on your couch, seemingly unfazed.

With a sigh, you turned to address him.

"Sorry, I forgot. Can you wait outside for a moment?" you asked, hoping he would have some decency and give you some privacy. Sukuna, however, shot you a harsh glance.

"For what?"

"I need to change," you explained.

Sukuna sighed, rising from the couch. You thought he was about to leave, so your attention returned to the closet.

However, when you heard his steps approaching, your eyes darted back to him, only to stumble backward when you realized how close he had gotten.

His arm hung loosely over the closet door as he tilted his head, thoroughly observing you from head to toe.

"There's no need for that," his voice dripped with a certain tone that sent a blush creeping across your face. Sukuna had always possessed this irritating ability to affect you.

"This time, though, the door will be locked," Sukuna smirked, moving away from you and toward the door, locking it with a deliberate motion.

Despite having clothes on, you felt an unusual vulnerability in his presence. Why did he seem more intimidating than you remembered him to be?

Shaking off your unease, you decided to gather yourself. You were determined to prove to Sukuna that fucking him wouldn't change your opinion about him.

But the point of it felt somewhat stupid. Were you truly attempting to prove that, or was there something deeper at play?

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