𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 - R. SUKUNA

TWO

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CHAPTER : TWO

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The VMAs have arrived, and you're turning heads in a white, glittering gown that hugs your figure, cascading down to your heels with a daring thigh-high slit. You've styled your hair and makeup to perfection, and the jewelry you picked sparkles just right against the lights.

But that's all secondary. You're nervous—hands trembling as you brace yourself to meet a lineup of A-list celebrities. The entrance is packed, and you're not sure you'll be able to cover every interview in time.

You take a steadying breath while your camera crew fusses with your hair one last time. The crowd erupts as Sabrina Carpenter steps onto the carpet, her dress capturing everyone's attention. Her fans cheer, and you find yourself smiling at the sight.

"Ready?" your assistant asks, and you nod, taking a final deep breath as the night kicks off.

With the first flashes going off, you step forward as Sabrina approaches, her smile radiant. She greets you warmly, and you feel the nerves settle just a bit. You ask about her outfit, and she laughs, spinning for the camera to show off her gown.

After Sabrina, the stream of stars seems endless. One after another musicians, grace the carpet, each more dazzling than the last. You shift effortlessly from one interview to the next, feeling your confidence grow with every conversation.

Your assistant hands you a quick touch-up compact between interviews, whispering, "You're killing it out there." You grin, glancing around at the packed red carpet, realizing that, despite the early jitters, you're exactly where you're meant to be.

Before long, the crowd's favorite arrives. The cheers erupt, louder than anything you've heard before, blending with frantic shouts and desperate cries. People try to push past security barriers, reaching out as if this moment might be their last.

Then you catch sight of him—a tall figure steps forward. Gojo Satoru, his grin flashing as he waves to the crowd, drawing waves of screams and cheers even louder than before. Fans press against the barriers, desperate for a closer look, as his members follows behind him.

Your heart pounds when you spot Sukuna. He steps out with a casual, almost arrogant confidence, running a hand through his hair, his eyes scanning the crowd with that familiar smirk. It's like he's soaking in the chaos around him, almost amused by the frenzy he's stirring up.

You swallow hard, feeling a wave of nervousness and excitement all at once.

"You good?" your assistant asks, catching the change in your expression.

"Oh—I'm fine," you manage, forcing a steadying breath.

As the group makes their way up, you take a deep breath, willing yourself to focus. You steady your nerves, mentally running through your questions. Finally, Satoru Gojo steps forward, his gaze falling on you with a glint of amusement.