the three of you had been together for eight years. from high school sweethearts to adults navigating life side by side, you had seen each other grow, change, struggle, and succeed. six years of living together had only strengthened your bond, turning your home into a place filled with warmth, laughter, and love. and now, after everything—the late-night talks, the quiet moments, the shared dreams—you were finally getting married. in two months, you would officially become theirs, and they would be yours. forever.

planning the wedding had been a joint effort. every decision was made together, from the venue to the flowers to the music that would play as you walked down the aisle. no detail was too small, no moment too insignificant. everything had to be perfect. after all, this wasn’t just a wedding—it was the beginning of something even greater.

and today was another milestone. today, you were trying on your wedding dress for the first time.

you stood on a small, round podium inside a spacious fitting room, the soft lighting casting a gentle glow on your reflection in the full-length mirror. the dress hugged your body perfectly, the delicate fabric cascading down in elegant folds. it had been custom-made just for you, every stitch and detail crafted with care. the intricate embroidery shimmered under the light, subtle yet breathtaking, designed to complement you in every way.

behind you, a thick curtain separated you from the waiting area where your fiancés were sitting. they had been patient—mostly. knowing them, they were probably bouncing their legs in anticipation, barely restraining themselves from barging in to see you. they had been involved in every step of the design process, eager to make sure you had the dress of your dreams. still, they hadn’t seen the final product. this was supposed to be a surprise.

the seamstress, a kind older woman who had been adjusting the fabric, took a step back and smiled at you warmly. “you’re glowing,” she said softly, admiration clear in her voice.

you felt warmth rise in your chest at her words. “thank you,” you murmured, fingers grazing the smooth fabric of your dress.

she gave a knowing smile before asking, “would you like to show them now?”

your heart fluttered. they were waiting for you, just beyond the curtain, eager to see the woman they loved in the dress she would marry them in. you could already imagine their reactions—the stunned silence, the way their eyes would widen, the way they would reach for you like they couldn’t believe you were real.

you nodded. “yeah,” you whispered, barely containing your excitement.

outside the curtain, gojo was a mess of nervous energy. he sat at the edge of his seat, his long leg bouncing restlessly, fingers drumming against his knee. his sunglasses were pushed up into his snowy hair, forgotten in his impatience. every few seconds, he turned his head towards the fitting room as if sheer willpower alone could make you appear faster.

beside him, geto looked more composed—at least on the surface. he leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, arms resting lazily on the armrest. but his dark eyes were locked on the curtain, unwavering, betraying his calm exterior. every time gojo sighed dramatically or shifted in his seat, geto shot him a glance, but he wasn’t much better. his fingers tapped against the wood of the chair, subtle but insistent, betraying his own impatience.

“she’s taking forever,” gojo muttered under his breath, pushing his hair back.

“it hasn’t even been five minutes,” geto replied, but there was a slight edge to his voice.

gojo groaned, tilting his head back dramatically. “what if she looks so pretty i pass out? i wasn’t prepared for that.”

geto smirked, finally turning his head to glance at him. “that would be embarrassing. i’d have to marry her alone.”

gojo gasped, hand over his heart. “rude. at least let me wake up before the vows.”

before geto could respond, the curtain rustled. their banter stopped instantly. gojo’s leg stilled. geto’s relaxed posture stiffened slightly. both pairs of eyes locked onto the movement, breaths held as anticipation buzzed in the air.

and then—there you were.

standing under the soft boutique lighting, your wedding dress hugging your figure perfectly, you looked ethereal. the delicate fabric cascaded down, pooling elegantly at your feet, and the embroidery shimmered subtly with each shift of movement. but it wasn’t just the dress. it was you. the way you carried yourself, the way your eyes searched for theirs with that teasing glint, the way you smiled—soft, knowing, radiant.

for the first time in his life, gojo was speechless.

his mouth parted slightly, but no words came out. the ever-talkative, ever-loud satoru gojo sat frozen in place, blue eyes blown wide. his hands, which had been resting on his knees, clenched into fists as if grounding himself.

geto, on the other hand, reacted differently. his lips parted, but unlike gojo, he actually managed to speak. just barely.

“...fuck.” his voice came out lower, rougher, like the sight of you had just knocked the air out of his lungs.

your smile widened as you stepped forward, the soft rustling of fabric the only sound in the room for a few seconds. the weight of their gazes was enough to make your skin tingle.

“so?” you teased lightly, tilting your head. “what do you think?”

gojo finally moved. he shot up from his chair so fast it scraped against the floor. his hands ran through his hair before covering his face, like he needed to physically hold himself together.

“you—" he exhaled sharply, voice slightly strained. "you can’t just do that to me.”

geto stood up more gracefully, though his steps were just as urgent as he closed the distance between you. unlike gojo, who still looked like he was trying to process the situation, geto recovered faster. his hand reached for yours, fingers brushing over your knuckles before holding them gently.

“you’re breathtaking.” his voice was steady, but his eyes held something deeper—something almost reverent.

gojo finally lowered his hands, blinking rapidly as if trying to clear his vision. and then, suddenly, he groaned loudly, throwing his head back.

“shit—i’m gonna cry. i don’t cry. i never cry.” he turned to geto, smacking his arm. “why didn’t you prepare me for this?”

geto huffed out a soft chuckle, still looking at you. “like i was any more prepared?”

gojo took a deep breath, stepping closer until he was right in front of you. his hands hovered near your waist, hesitant, as if afraid to wrinkle the fabric. but his eyes were soft, filled with something so raw and unfiltered that it made your heart ache in the best way.

“you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen,” he murmured.

your chest tightened at his words, at the pure sincerity in his voice. before you could respond, he let out a choked laugh, shaking his head.

“how the hell am i supposed to stand at the altar and not lose my mind when i see you walking toward me?”

geto squeezed your hand. “we’ll just have to suffer through it together.”

you laughed, warmth blooming in your chest. “well,” you teased, voice light, “at least now you have time to prepare.”

gojo huffed, eyes flickering between you and geto before exhaling dramatically. “nope. doesn’t matter. i’ll still lose it.”

his hands finally settled on your waist, his grip firm yet careful. geto, still holding your hand, lifted it to press a slow, lingering kiss to your knuckles.

gojo stared at you for a long time, unmoving, completely lost in the sight of you. his bright blue eyes traced over every little detail—how the dress hugged your body perfectly, how your skin glowed under the soft lighting, how your expression held that teasing warmth he adored. but more than anything, he saw you—the love of his life, the woman he would be marrying in two months.

his mind betrayed him, fast-forwarding to the wedding day. he imagined himself standing at the altar, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, fidgeting slightly because he had never been this nervous in his entire life. he pictured the moment the doors would open, and there you would be—walking toward him, wearing a delicate veil over your face, the very same wedding dress that was now stealing his breath away.

your makeup, carefully done, enhancing every feature he already loved. your hands, steady but excited, clutching onto the bouquet. your lips, curled into the most beautiful smile, the one meant just for him.

and just thinking about it—just imagining that moment—his chest tightened in a way he couldn’t control.

his vision blurred.

his breath hitched.

before he could even stop himself, a single tear slipped down his cheek. then another. and another.

“oh, shit,” he whispered, quickly wiping at his face with the sleeve of his sweater. but it was useless. the tears kept coming, completely unrestrained.

geto, still holding your hand, turned to look at him and sighed. “you’re crying already?”

“shut up,” gojo choked out, rubbing his eyes aggressively. “this is—this is your fault.” he pointed at you, voice trembling slightly. “you did this to me.”

you laughed softly, reaching out to cup his cheek, brushing away the wetness with your thumb. he leaned into your touch instantly, his long lashes damp with unshed tears, his lips trembling.

“i’m not even at the altar yet,” you teased gently. “you’re gonna be a mess on our wedding day.”

“i know,” he groaned dramatically, sniffling. “i’m doomed. i’m gonna look so ugly in all the pictures.”

geto chuckled, shaking his head. “you’ll survive.”

gojo let out a deep breath, trying to pull himself together, but his hands trembled as they held onto your waist, gripping onto you like he needed to keep himself grounded.

“i just—” he took another shaky breath, looking at you like he was seeing the entire universe in your eyes. “i love you so much. and you’re so—so beautiful. i don’t know how i’m gonna handle seeing you like this on our wedding day and not passing out.”

your heart swelled at his words. “then don’t,” you said softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. “i’ll be right there to catch you.”

he let out a watery laugh, leaning his forehead against yours. “yeah,” he whispered. “yeah, you always are.”

geto sighed, pretending to be unimpressed, but the way he was rubbing slow circles against your palm gave him away. “if he cries this much now, i might have to carry him through the ceremony.”

“you would, right?” gojo sniffled, blinking up at him. “like, if i actually collapsed, you’d help?”

geto sighed, then leaned down to kiss your temple before glancing at gojo with a smirk. “only after taking a few pictures first.”

you burst into laughter, and even through his sniffles, gojo couldn’t help but laugh too, wrapping his arms around you, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

knocked out up!

first taste | chapter index

pairing: baby daddy!Sukuna x f!Reader

content: mdni, pregnancy, friends to strangers to co-parents, messy relationship history, ex-bf!Gojo, leaving a toxic relationship, one night stand, oral (f! receiving), face sitting, reverse cowgirl, multiple positions + povs, condom breaking, sukuna is obsessed, pining

art by @winterrbluess + divider by @bronzewasp <3

Getting dumped and knocked up in two hours was probably a new world record.

Clingy, your boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend called you. Too fucking busy to text you back half the time and too tired to pay you an ounce of attention when he did make the time for you. You guessed you weren't even worth the effort it took to show up to the stupid date you'd been looking forward to all week - just getting his can't make it message when you were already all dressed up and parked outside his favorite restaurant.

Gojo didn't even pick up your call.

Just coldly suggested you needed to take a break if you couldn't handle his schedule. Like his hours were what bothered you instead of his attitude.

So why should you fight for something he clearly had no interest in saving?

Even if cancelling the reservation felt like nailing the coffin shut on years of your relationship, you blocked his number, but instead of going home to box up his stuff, you pulled up directions to the nearest bar.

You noticed him on drink number three.

But he'd been watching you since you stepped inside.

If he recognized you (he absolutely did), you couldn't tell, his piercing gaze looking straight through you before going back to scanning the crowded room. It's not like he'd have any interest in you outside of your now non-existent connection to Gojo. So what if once-upon-a-time you'd all went to college together? If you shared lunches and test answers with him before everything went to shit?

Those two had issues.

The sort that usually got settled in bar fights rather than social media comment sections. You didn't know how it started and Satoru Gojo refused to ever share, but the competition between him and your former friend hadn't died years after you all graduated, it seemed. They went into the same industry post-college, worked at competing companies, a rivalry both refused to put an end to long after they stopped playing the same sport.

Gojo kept you out of it though, but you guessed he'd been keeping you out of everything lately too.

You were painfully aware of how not-drunk you were, the buzz not even there, the warmth in your chest feeling more like a fever than a pleasant fuzz. You nudged your still unfinished drink forward, starting to consider this as just another terrible idea to wrap up a terrible day, about to push up off the counter to stand when you felt the pressure shift, the weight of someone's presence lingering behind you suddenly choking the air out of your lungs when you glanced back over your shoulder just for him to practically tower over you.

"Your boyfriend know you're out here drinking alone?" Sukuna scoffed, his disgust dripping down at you. His muscled arms were folded across his chest, veins bulging against his smooth skin, a tight scowl on his lips.

"He's not my boyfriend anymore, so if you want to be an asshole, go bother someone else," You returned his glare, shrugging your purse higher up over your shoulder.

"Yeah? You finally dumped that loser?" He actually laughed. "Or is he even dumber than I thought?"

I hate you (11.5/12)

modern!Sukuna x Reader

Content Warning: ANGST, torture (be warned, it's a little graphic) blood, kill attempts, violence, murder (not of main character), a lot of choking and stabbing. SMUT (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, oral sex [f receiving], penetrative sex, asphyxiation, sub? Sukuna, they a little kinky) like a quarter of it is just smut so seriously, minors dni. Mahito is his own warning. Not proofread. I am not a native English speaker so please do forgive all the spelling mistakes or grammatical errors 😔

W.C. 9.1k (yeah, sorry about that haha)

A/N: Hi besties! So here we are, finally after weeks I finished. I really hope you guys like it, also don't hate me. I already had this in mind before I even decided on the second season haha. Also be warned, smut is in no way my area of expertise so be prepared for a very mid sex scene but my shaylas deserved it after everything they've gone through haha.

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“Stop! Please!” you wailed, the hoarse scream rasping your throat raw.

Smack

“Please!” you kept trying, tears falling below you.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Uraume’s cough came out strangled as they struggled to keep breathing. After a few failed attempts, blood came out of their mouth. They’re eyes opened wide as a kick nocked them down to their side.

Your screams had started loud, threats of death and other corporeal punishments coming out of your mouth, as if somehow you could scare them into stopping. After forty minutes of watching multiple punches fall in your siblings body, their hands tied to their back, you couldn’t stand it anymore. You tried bargaining, asking if there was anything you could give them, anything they wanted, just so they would stop but they ignored you.

Uraume had started strong, dodging a few couple of punches, moving swiftly even with their hands immobilized however human stamina could only last for so long. After the fifth punch to the side of the head their stability had dwindled, not longer after that they had collapsed.

Now you pleaded, begged them to stop hurting your only family left alive.

love me not! | plucked<< branching out >>broken twigs

pairings: baby daddy!Geto x f!reader x coworker!Nanami

content: MDNI, coworker AU, angst, accidental pregnancy, bullying, rivals-to-coparents, hidden baby trope(sorta), work crushes, pining

Asking for a favor from Nanami Kento was selfish.

But who else would help you?

Your thumb hit the call button you'd spent the past half-hour staring at between biting your nails and fiddling with what you wondered was the only ring you'd ever get to wear. He answered before you could continue lamenting on your current status as a single mom-to-be. Yet there was just a heavy pause, just static and silence greeting you.

"Um, hi, it's me," You cringed immediately. Of course he knew it was you, he had your fucking number.

"If this is about work, I would rather discuss it in-person during office hours." His voice was thick with exhaustion, his tone coming off clipped and cold.

"I'm sorry, it's, um, well," You stammered, face heating up while you tried to find it in you to spit the reason out.

"Is everything alright?" He sighed, and you couldn't help but wonder if the concern you detected was wishful thinking or really there.

"I've, uh, been applying to new jobs, and I was just hoping I could put you down for a reference," You mumbled into the phone, tucking it between your shoulder and your ear while you paced, a hand absentmindedly resting over your stomach. It hadn't started to grow or swell, but it still felt natural. Comforting. "You can say no, but-"

"You're resigning?" He interrupted your rambling, while you desperately tried to swallow the lump in your throat.

"Yeah, I am," You admitted. There were only so many days you could find excuses to work remote from, only so many times you could slip out to the bathroom to get sick discreetly before Suguru would notice your growing symptoms. You'd only been to the doctors once, an appointment where you got shoved in and shoved back with a packet on all the 'do's and 'don't's out after peeing in a cup and letting them prick your arm a bunch of times to take your blood.

And how long after that would it take him to piece together you were pregnant with his baby?

It wasn't that you were scared to tell him.

Honestly, you almost hoped he'd hate it if he knew. Would pull out a wad of cash and shove it at you or scoff at you for ever thinking he'd want to play daddy just because he knocked you up.

No, you were terrified of just how much of your life he'd be able to take over if he wanted this too. Would he want a say in what clothes your baby wore? Where they went to school and what doctors you went to? Demand the baby have his last name? Would he expect you to move in with him? Marry him?

Of all the things he managed to twist and turn his way since you met him, you refused to let this be one of them.

This baby was yours.

"Oh." There was a finality to Nanami's voice you disliked. As if your unrequited crush on him hadn't been the only reason you stayed working with that asshole for so long anyway. "You should already know its fine to use me."

You both knew you'd never be able to put Suguru down for a reference.

"Yeah?"

"You're an excellent worker," He easily replied. Any compliment from someone of his caliber felt like a kiss on broken skin, soothing the ache of your splintered self-esteem.

"Well, thanks, Nanami," You muttered, looking down at your feet while you kept pacing. "Really, I appreciate it."

"Do you already have something lined up?" He asked when you were waiting for a hurried goodbye, for him to hang up on you and get back to his probably peaceful night. You weren't sure what exactly he did with his free time - if he had friends he spent it with or someone waiting for him there. He never wore a ring on that fourth sturdy finger, which you would have definitely noticed after spending so much time staring at the veins on his hands while he typed.

"I have an interview tomorrow," You answered, reminding yourself that even if he wasn't taken, any interest he might've ever had would be snuffed out the second he found out you were pregnant.

"You'll do fine."

"You think so?" Fishing for what you wanted to hear was probably wrong, but you couldn't help yourself when his voice was on the other end.

"I'm sure of it," He simply said.

"Thanks," You bit back a smile while you softly replied. "Again."

"Good luck," He sounded so calm, almost confident, like he thought you might not even need it.

You hadn't expected him to be right.

But perhaps the universe was taking pity on you, getting you an official job offer two days later, at a place that provided better maternity leave and small pay bump anyway.

And when the next morning came, you spent ten minutes in the car tapping you fingers against the steering wheel before you worked up the nerve to go inside and deliver your resignation to HR instead of Suguru. They'd be the ones hiring to replace your position anyway. All telling him would do was give him another reason to treat you terribly before you left.

Although, you did sort of wish you could see his face the moment he found out - or be there when someone new was sitting at your desk.

Luck was funny though, because you heard it instead waiting for the elevator to open up so you could make your escape after you finished up your final day at work once your notice was up.

"What the hell is this?" Between all the anger and irritation, there was a tinge of panic to his deep voice too. Hurt hiding under the disgust. Your pulse might've been pounding, but pride was there too, flaring up under the surface at being the one who got the last laugh. "Why are you only telling me now?"

You couldn't make out the response of whoever he was talking to when he was still inside his office, not over the clicking of the keyboards and the quiet chatter of gossiping from your former co-workers.

Only Nanami was looking at you, his head cocked to the side in a strange stare like he could somehow see straight through you.

"You seriously didn't think to tell me sooner? What about a counteroffer?" Your attention shifted back over to the closed blinds of Suguru's office, trying to shut down the sliver of you surprised to discover you were worth more to him than you realized. All you'd ever been to him before was someone to use. But the ding! from the elevator doors opening pulled you back before your thoughts could linger there. "Fuck. Is she still here?"

You were already hitting the button for the first floor.

next chapter will be in Suguru's pov <33 | divider by @bronzewasp

Guilty

all in all, DO NOT COMPARE THIS TO ICEBREAKER.

very special shout out to @r0ses4ndlilies for helping me use the proper ice skating terms!!!

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Baby You're No Good

Pairings - Cult leader/clan Leader Geto x F! reader

Summary - You have been promised to marry the psychotic, human hating leader of the Geto Clan, Suguru. Your heart sinks at the wedding when you realize you're likely to be ended once you've fulfilled your duty, giving him an heir. He detests you on sight, as do you, but something happens the first time you lay together, Suguru swears you're some witch, because he can't get enough of you. He becomes consumed with fucking you, with the excuse of 'having an heir' but you begin to wonder just where the lines are blurring. Would you survive this- and will Suguru survive being with you?

CW- Arranged marriage trope, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, psychotic Geto lol- lots of hate sex, Suguru calling you a stupid monkey, angsty in places, FULL of smut. Reader is a virgin bc she's sheltered due to been promised to him. Reader is FEISTY asf and mean right back. Explicit sex and Geto being whipped/insane/obsessed and an ass. This part- fingering, fucking, loss of virginity, masturbation (suguru) finger sucking, hate sex, light angst. WC this part- 6.4k

Based on Clan Leader Geto- will be three parts <3 Plz share/comment/like if you enjoy!! Suguru is unappreciated I wanna give this psycho Princess a good fic!

Songs for this part-  Geto Suguru - Fill the Void - I hate everything about you

Part One

You were to marry Suguru Geto, curse user, rumored cult leader, and clan leader to the major four clans there were. The Kamos, The Zenin, The Gojos and The Getos, the main four clans that you all know there are. As for Suguru’s family, it turns out he is now the clan leader for them, he is the one that they are now riding the whole line of the Geto Clan on.

Marrying you.

You stand there nervously, tummy feeling sick in your pretty white robes as you stare at this psychotic man, this man that thinks people without power are lesser, and perhaps worthless. Perhaps he wishes to eradicate you all, yet for his duty to the Geto clan, it leaves him to have to be with you, the chosen one from your family, for as long as you two were alive.

Maybe Suguru Geto back then was tolerable, back when he was just a clan leader and not all the rumors that are held, but now!? Being his bride was not just terrifying, it was a literal death sentence. After you’d given him heirs you were absolutely sure he’d eradicate you and perhaps anyone you’ve ever known and loved, including your family, who’d just given you the saddest of looks.

They weren’t here, you supposed even they couldn’t live with just handing their only daughter off to him, maybe before, you’d have been excited, remembering meeting him when you were just a teenager, he was a little older than you. Handsome and sweet with this smile that made you want to pinch his cheeks, he was so courteous and sweet, but that was a different man.

You look now, as you nervously step down the aisle, eyes of everyone on you aside from him, Suguru Geto. He’s decked out in brilliant emerald robes, laughing and murmuring to several girls near him. His long black hair is half up, showcasing his handsome features, yes if perhaps he wasn’t a psycho killer, you could find him attractive, not be sick to your stomach.

As some long red headed lady taps his shoulder, her long nails against him, he finally sees you then, and his jaw locks, you feel those violet eyes on you like a physical touch. You doubt he remembers your one meeting years ago, you doubt he recognizes you or cares, or sees you as anything but a nuisance, a duty. But you see his narrowed eyes dip down your body, taking you in.

Your heart hammers as you get closer, a mix of sorcerers scowling or smirking at you, along with the Geto clan looking curiously, murmuring here and there. Everyone hoped to stay on Suguru Geto’s good side, if he had one, you weren’t quite sure, feeling the insane energy emanating from him as he studies you. Another step, another click of your heel echoing in the immaculate hall.

It’s hard to be impressed with the beauty of it, of the Geto estate, surely it’s one of the nicest there are, there are four major families, and the Geto family is one. The Kamo, the Gojo, the Zenin and the Geto, you don’t know how you ended up being selected, your family is certainly wealthy, but you wonder at your horrific luck now as you stand before him.

You have to lean your head back just to look at the tall man, towering over everyone in the room, he makes you feel so small, even smaller with his quiet assessment, as the room is full of hushed whispers. Half of them surely want you to just die, half of them want an heir from you, you imagine this man in front of you leaning down wants both.

AUUURRR MYYY GODDDD THIS WAS AMAZINNNGGGG

I DON'T SEE A RING ON YOUR FINGER | n. kento

Nanami Kento had it all. 

A two-story house in the suburbs, a high-paying job, a beautiful wife—he had the perfect life. And damn did he hate every second of it. He hated waking up in that house to greet his nosy neighbors, hated driving to his soul sucking office job, and especially hated going home to his wife every night. She’d leave him leftovers in the fridge and kiss him goodnight before bed, and Kento would stay up every night wondering how to escape this limbo.

Tonight was the first time he felt free in years. Sitting at some shitty bar he can't remember the name of, he absentmindedly fiddled with his wedding band. Months ago, this little piece of metal meant everything. A loving marriage. A promise of a future. A sign of success. Now? It's just a worn-out ring that he can't throw out.

Kento sighed, setting it down on the table in favor of a glass of whiskey, letting it burn down his throat as he took a sip. He was never a drinker, but maybe it was something he repressed over the years. What else had he missed out on while trying to play Mr. Perfect?

Right, sex.

The JJK men want a break… part 2

Tags: smau, cursing, crack lmao, the jjk men are groveling, you don’t gaf though, nsfw, mdni

An: Here’s part two… as heavily requested… by over 20 people. You can read part 1 here. Anyways, the alt title to this is “Fuck it. Guess we both ain’t shit.” LOL. THERE WILL NOT BE A PART THREE. THE END.

Incl - Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Sukuna

-> To have found you was the world's regret, not mine

The rumors had spread like wildfire.

The child born with too many eyes, too many limbs, had devoured his twin in the womb. A demon cloaked in human skin, they whispered. He was evil incarnate, an abomination that would only grow stronger if left unchecked. But killing him outright would be a sin too great for their souls to bear. So they left him to rot. On the desolate side of the country, where even the air could be considered poison, they abandoned him.

They thought they'd washed their hands clean.

They thought starvation would take care of what they couldn't.

But death didn't come as quickly as they had hoped.

Sukuna was nothing more than a husk of a boy now, his four arms limp at his sides, his ribs threatening to pierce through his skin with each shallow breath.

Nature, just as cruel as mankind, had left him no mercy.

And then you appeared.