The deepest shade: A Ryomen Sukuna Fanfiction.

Five years ago, something happened-something brutal, ugly, and real. I never told a soul. Five years of therapy couldn't scrub the stains from my mind, or the scars from my skin. I built a new life through grit and blood and hard work, but the past is still carved into my body, a secret map only I can read. I was fifteen when Ryomen Sukuna tore my world open-a secret I carry like a wound that never scabs.

Don't call him a bully. That word's for playgrounds and after-school specials. Sukuna was a monster-a sociopath with a grin sharp enough to cut flesh. He didn't want love, or even revenge. He wanted to remind me, every chance he got, that the game was never over. He left notes in places he shouldn't have been able to reach, messages that hit like a knife between the ribs. He broke into my home, left his filth on my sheets-a sick, mocking signature. Even after he vanished, I felt his eyes on me. I learned how it feels to be prey-never safe, never free, never truly alone.
I hate everything about you. Sukuna.

I screamed those words, voice raw, fists flying at his chest. He barely flinched. Just that slow, deliberate smirk-a private joke at my expense. Rage didn't touch him. Nothing did.
I fucking hate you, Ryomen Sukuna.

Your eyes, your damn smirk, your smell, your voice, your very existence-I hate the very air you breathe.

He caught my struggling wrist, his grip iron, lips brushing skin that still remembers every bruise. "If you need to be mean, be mean to me. But don't hurt yourself." His other hand rolled up my sleeve, exposing old self-harm scars and fresh, angry cuts. He pulled me in, mouth to my ear, voice a stain on my soul: "I feel very honoured knowing you thought of me when you cut yourself."