It wasn’t planned. Not in the slightest. Inviting Yorozu to the party had been the furthest thing from his mind. But what choice did he have? Watching Subuhi dote on Satsuki, smiling and laughing as if they were the only two people in the room, was something Sukuna could not endure with any semblance of sanity.
Yet, bringing Yorozu hadn’t solved his torment. It could not distract him. Every touch of her hand on Satsuki’s arm. Every deliberate step she took to lead him to the dancefloor. Every fleeting brush of her fingers across his shoulder—these moments were nails hammered into Sukuna’s skull. And the way she looked at him, dangerous and knowing, made his blood boil.
She was a nuisance. A thorn buried deep, festering under his skin. One he needed to pluck out and crush before it sank in any deeper.
He clenched his jaw, the grind of his teeth loud in his own ears. Then, he saw her lean close to Satsuki, lips grazing his ear as she whispered something. Sukuna’s chest tightened, his vision narrowing to that cursed ear of his. He wanted to rip it off—tear it from his head for daring to be touched by her breath.
She slipped through the crowd effortlessly, her figure vanishing like smoke, leaving only the faintest trace of her cursed energy lingering in the air.
His feet followed her without a single conscious thought. His pulse hammered in his ears, drowning out the cacophony of music and chatter. He only knew he had to confront her, to make her stop whatever game she thought she was playing.
Just as he reached the threshold of the hall, a servant stumbled into him, the sudden collision snapping him from his haze.
“Are you fucking blind?” Sukuna hissed, venom dripping from every syllable.
“I-I’m sorry, my prince,” the servant stammered, bowing so low it seemed his frail frame might break.
His glare shifted, catching the gaunt features of the man. He was a husk of a person—hollow cheeks, sunken eyes, and bones that pressed too sharply against his skin. Something about the faint flicker of his cursed energy was off.
But there was no time for curiosity. No time to indulge in distractions.
He sneered, shoving the man aside like a piece of trash, and resumed his pursuit. Subuhi's faint cursed energy was a trail he could follow even blindfolded, its presence drawing him like a moth to flame.
The music grew dimmer, replaced by the echo of his own footsteps in the corridor. His hands clenched at his sides, his nails biting into his palms as he quickened his pace.
Subuhi leaned against the closed door, her chest heaving with every breath. Her hand pressed over her racing heart as she closed her eyes, willing herself to calm down. But it was useless. The memories flashed like lightning behind her eyelids—his smirk, that damnable hunger in his scarlet eyes, and the way he leaned in close to Yorozu, swaying her effortlessly on the dancefloor.
It burned inside her. A wildfire she wanted to unleash, consuming everything in its path—especially him.
A sudden knock on the door jolted her from her spiraling thoughts. She froze, staring at the door with wide eyes. Cautiously, she slid it open just enough to peek outside, only to be met by his gaze—intense, burning, inescapable.
Her breath hitched. She tried to close the door immediately, but he was faster. His foot wedged itself in the gap, and with a single forceful push, he was inside her chamber.
“What do you want now?” she asked, her arms crossing defensively over her chest as she glared at him. She watched him carefully as he shut the door behind him.
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IGNITE | Sukuna
Fanfiction❝Ignite, my Disgraced One, ignite❞ Creation and destruction-two forces destined to clash. Their very nature opposes the other, yet neither can survive alone. When Subuhi, the embodiment of creation, crosses paths with Sukuna, the harbinger of destru...
