𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

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The first date with Sukuna was alright. He took you to a restaurant and asked generic questions about you.

The entire date consisted of him interrogating you while you provided answers. You found yourself at a loss for what to inquire about him.

Sure, you could have broached the subject of his aunt, but it was a topic you'd rather avoid. The date ended abruptly as he had to jet off to England for another match.

A week passed with no communication between you and Sukuna. He wasn't one for texting, and neither were you. He was busy after all.

Seeing you had no work for the following two week, you decided to return to Japan, your beloved homeland.

Returning to Japan wasn't a frequent occurrence for you, happening perhaps once every three months or so. Your bustling modeling career kept you occupied elsewhere most of the time.

Your living situation had upgraded from the old house you occupied ten years ago; now, you resided in a penthouse in the heart of bustling Tokyo.

Upon arrival, you unpacked your belongings, clumsily arranging them as you attempted to maintain order.

"Mr. Johnsson has extended a request. I spoke with him, and he's quite keen on having you join the set," your mother relayed over the phone as you walked around the penthouse.

"Mr. Johnsson? What kind of project is he working on?" you inquired, curious about the opportunity your mother mentioned.

"He's producing a new film, and he's interested in having you as one of the lead actresses," your mother explained.

You snorted, finally laying eyes on your white tank top. "Yeah, sure, as if I can act," you muttered, rolling your eyes.

"You should give it a go. I'm sure you'll do well. It's Mr. Johnsson; don't miss out on this opportunity," your mother urged, her voice carrying a hint of exasperation.

"Fine, I'll check with him," you relented before bidding farewell and hanging up, plopping onto the couch.

Your relationship with your mother had seen a slight improvement. She reached out more frequently than before, which you tried to convince yourself was something positive.

However, the situation with your dad was vastly different. You hadn't spoken to him in years, and frankly, you had no inclination to do so either. An absent father was nothing new to you.

After changing into your white tank top and shorts, you slung your bag over your shoulder and slipped into some white sandals. The warmth of the season enveloped Japan, the country at its peak of heat.

Opting to explore the city, you adorned your sunglasses. Being constantly recognized made you feel suffocated; you craved solitude.

Somewhere away from prying eyes, yet familiar enough to evoke memories, your mind drifted to the town you once called home. The thought of revisiting old memories tugged at you, despite your reluctance.

Truth be told, after diving into the world of modeling, you lost touch with everyone from your past. Shoko, Suguru... their whereabouts remained a mystery.

As for Gojo, you heard he rose to prominence as one of Japan's most successful businessmen. But communication between you two ceased the moment you embarked on your modeling journey.

It was a bittersweet realization, the sudden disappearance of once-familiar faces from your life.

Curiosity gnawed at you, wondering how they fared and what paths their lives had taken. With a resolve to quell these ponderings, you opted to visit your old hometown. Summoning an Uber, you embarked on a journey back to your childhood residence.