I woke up to another mundane day, trying to shake off the lingering unease from the encounter with Satoru. Days had passed since then, and while I tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy, his presence lingered in the back of my mind like an ominous shadow.

Nanami Kento had become a familiar face in our class, his reserved demeanor a stark contrast to Satoru's unpredictable charisma. We exchanged polite nods in passing, and sometimes he would join our group for lunch, his calm presence a welcome reprieve from the chaos that seemed to follow Satoru wherever he went.

As the days stretched on, I found myself settling into a routine, seeking solace in my studies and the company of my new friends. But beneath the surface, a storm brewed—a storm named Satoru Gojo, whose gaze and touch still haunted my thoughts.

It was a crisp autumn afternoon when everything changed. I had just finished my last class of the day and was walking towards the library when a strange feeling washed over me—a sensation that prickled the back of my neck, as if I were being watched. Instinctively, I glanced around, but the campus seemed deserted, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

Unease gnawed at my insides as I quickened my pace, eager to reach the safety of the library. But before I could take another step, a voice—low, menacing—cut through the silence.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't (Y/N)."

I froze, my heart sinking as I recognized the voice. Turning slowly, I came face to face with a figure emerging from the shadows—a figure from my past that I had tried so hard to forget.

"Sukuna," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.

He smirked, his eyes dark with amusement and something more sinister. "Surprised to see me, sweetheart?"

Sukuna was my ex-boyfriend, a brooding, enigmatic figure with a magnetic charm that had once drawn me in like a moth to a flame. But beneath that charm lurked a darkness—a violent streak that had shattered our relationship irreparably.

"We're not together anymore, Sukuna," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear that gripped my heart.

"Oh, I know," he replied, taking a step closer. "But that doesn't mean I can't keep an eye on you."

My pulse quickened as he closed the distance between us, his presence overwhelming. "W-what do you want, Sukuna?" I asked, my voice trembling.

He chuckled darkly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. "Just wanted to see how you've been, (Y/N). And it seems like you've found yourself a new friend."

"Who's the white-haired guy?" Sukuna asked, his tone laced with curiosity and a hint of malice.

"That's none of your business," I snapped, taking a step back. "Leave me alone, Sukuna. I don't want anything to do with you."

His smile turned predatory, and in an instant, his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist with a bruising grip.

"You don't get to decide that, sweetheart," he said, his voice dangerously low.

Panic surged through me as I struggled against his iron grip. 

"Let go of me!" I cried, trying to break free.

But Sukuna only tightened his hold, his fingers digging into my skin. 

"You always did have a way of getting under my skin," he murmured, his face inches from mine.

Fear gripped me like a vice as memories of our tumultuous relationship flooded my mind—the arguments, the broken promises, the nights spent in tears. Sukuna had a temper, a darkness that had scared me more than I cared to admit.

"Sukuna, please," I pleaded, my voice shaking. "Let me go."

Instead of releasing me, his grip tightened further, his expression hardening. "I saw you with him," he said, his voice dripping with venom. 

"That white-haired bastard. Is he the reason you left me?"

"No," I said firmly, though my heart raced with a mix of fear and anger. "We ended because of you, Sukuna. Because of what you did."

He laughed bitterly, his grip on my wrist relenting slightly. "You always were too good for me, weren't you, (Y/N)?"

Before I could respond, he yanked me towards him, his other hand snaking around my waist. "Come with me," he growled, his breath hot against my ear. "We're going to have a little chat."

Terror surged through me as he began to drag me towards a secluded corner of the campus. "No, Sukuna, please!" I cried, digging my heels into the ground.

But he was stronger, fueled by anger and possessiveness. 

"You're mine, (Y/N)," he spat, his grip bruising as he pulled me along. "And I'm not letting you go."

Desperation clawed at me as I struggled against him, my mind racing for a way out. Suddenly, I heard—the sound of footsteps approaching rapidly.

In a split-second decision, I twisted out of Sukuna's grasp, stumbling backwards.

"Hey, stop!" a voice called out.

I looked up to see Nanami striding towards us, his expression stern and determined. "Let her go."

Sukuna scoffed, turning to face Nanami with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "And who are you supposed to be?" he sneered.

"Her friend," Nanami replied calmly, though his gaze never wavered from Sukuna.

Sukuna laughed mockingly, sizing up Nanami. "You're no match for me," he taunted, his hand twitching towards his side where a knife was hidden.

Nanami's expression remained impassive, but I could see a flicker of concern in his eyes. "Walk away," he said evenly. "Before things get out of hand."

For a moment, it seemed like Sukuna would lash out. But then, with a final glare at me, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind an eerie silence.

I stood there, trembling and shaken, as Nanami approached cautiously. 

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" he asked, his voice gentle.

I nodded weakly, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Thank you," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Nanami studied me for a moment before offering me his arm. "Let's get you somewhere safe," he said quietly.

I nodded gratefully, leaning on him as we walked slowly towards the safety of the university building. The events of the evening had shaken me to the core, leaving me raw and vulnerable.

As we reached a quiet corner of the campus, I sank down onto a bench, my hands trembling in my lap. Nanami sat beside me, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the chaos that had unfolded.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," Nanami said softly, his gaze steady.

I shook my head, unable to find the words. "I thought I was done with him," I murmured, my voice breaking. "I thought he was gone."

Nanami placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Sometimes, the past has a way of catching up with us," he said gently. "But you're safe now, (Y/N)."

I looked up at him, gratitude welling up inside me. "Thank you, Nanami," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion.

He smiled faintly, his eyes kind. "Anytime," he replied.

We sat in silence for a while longer, the night settling around us like a protective cloak. As I leaned against Nanami's reassuring presence, I knew that I had found a friend—a true friend who had come to my rescue when I needed it the most.

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I could still vividly recall Sukuna's presence, despite trying to bury those memories deep within. He was tall and lean, with a menacing aura that seemed to follow him like a shadow. His eyes, bright crimson and intense, held a mixture of charm and danger that had once captivated me. Sukuna had a wild charm about him, the kind that drew people in and made them feel alive and exhilarated, but also wary.

When we first met, he had an air of confidence that was hard to resist. His smile could light up a room, and his charisma was undeniable. I was drawn to his spontaneity, his ability to make even the most mundane moments feel exciting. We shared laughs, dreams, and whispered promises under the moonlight. For a while, it felt like we were invincible, wrapped up in our own little world.

But beneath that charm lay a darkness that I hadn't fully understood until it was too late. Sukuna had a temper that could flare unexpectedly, turning moments of joy into scenes of chaos. Arguments escalated quickly, fueled by misunderstandings and hurtful words. There were nights spent in tears, questioning whether love was supposed to hurt so much.

Our relationship became a rollercoaster of highs and lows, each peak followed by a devastating crash. I clung to the good memories—the laughter, the adventures, the fleeting moments of tenderness—but they were overshadowed by the pain and uncertainty that seemed to define us.

The breaking point came when I discovered he had been unfaithful. It shattered whatever trust remained between us, leaving me numb and broken. I had tried to forgive, to believe in second chances, but the scars ran deep. It was then that I made the painful decision to walk away, to free myself from the toxicity that had consumed us both.

In the aftermath of our breakup, Sukuna had tried to reconcile, his apologies mixed with promises of change. But I had seen glimpses of that darkness too many times to ignore. I knew that staying would only lead to more heartache, more nights spent questioning my worth and sanity.

And now, as he resurfaced unexpectedly, his presence invoked a whirlwind of emotions—fear, anger, and a lingering sense of vulnerability. Sukuna represented a past that I had fought so hard to leave behind, a reminder of the pain and chaos that had once defined my life.

But amidst the fear, there was also a spark of defiance—a resolve to never let him hold power over me again. I had grown stronger since our breakup, surrounded by friends who lifted me up and reminded me of my worth. Nanami's timely intervention had been a stark reminder that I was not alone, that I had people in my corner who would stand by me through the storms.

As I sat there, under the quiet embrace of the night sky, I knew that facing Sukuna had reopened old wounds. But it had also reaffirmed my strength and resilience. I would not let his presence derail me from the path I had chosen—a path of healing, growth, and reclaiming my own happiness.

With a deep breath, I gathered my courage and stood up, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Sukuna's reappearance had been a jarring reminder of the past, but it had also been a catalyst for reaffirming my determination to forge a brighter future.

And as I gazed up at the stars twinkling in the night sky, I felt a flicker of hope—a hope that maybe, just maybe, I could finally put the darkness of my past behind me and embrace the light of a new beginning

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