The morning sun streamed through the large bay windows of my room, casting a warm glow on the pristine white walls and luxurious furnishings. I sat at my vanity, brushing my long, dark hair, lost in the quiet of the mansion. My parents had left for another business trip last night, their usual hurried goodbyes echoing in the vast hallways. I was used to their absence; the caretakers, kind but distant, were my constant companions.

School was a different matter entirely. I dreaded the thought of facing another day in the classroom, with Sukuna and his gang lurking around every corner. Ryomen Sukuna, with his pink hair and unnaturally bright crimson eyes, seemed to derive a sick pleasure from tormenting me. His laughter was like nails on a chalkboard, and his eyes... they held no remorse, only amusement.

I made my way downstairs, where Mrs. Tanaka, the head caretaker, was waiting with my breakfast. She was always so meticulous, ensuring everything was perfect, but even her efforts couldn't ease the knot in my stomach.

"Good morning, Y/N," she greeted with a warm smile. "Are you ready for school?"

I nodded, forcing a smile in return. "Good morning, Mrs. Tanaka. Yes, I'm ready."

She handed me my lunchbox and patted my shoulder gently. 

"Have a good day, dear. Remember, if you ever need anything, we're here for you."

I wished I could tell her about Sukuna, about the relentless bullying, but fear kept my lips sealed. I walked out of the mansion, the grand gates closing behind me, and started my short journey to school.

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As I approached the schoolyard, my heart raced. I saw Sukuna and his groupies already gathered near the entrance, their laughter carrying through the air. I tried to slip past them unnoticed, but it was futile.

"Well, well, look who it is," Sukuna sneered, stepping in front of me. His eyes gleamed with malicious intent. "Our little princess, all alone again."

His gang snickered behind him, echoing his every word. I kept my eyes on the ground, hoping they would lose interest, but Sukuna wasn't so easily deterred.

"What's wrong, Y/N? Cat got your tongue?" He leaned closer, his face inches from mine. "Or maybe you're just too scared to speak."

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "Please, just leave me alone," I whispered, my voice trembling.

Sukuna laughed, a cold, heartless sound. "Why would I do that? It's so much fun watching you squirm."

He shoved me, and I stumbled, dropping my lunchbox. The contents spilled out, and his groupies erupted in laughter. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Showing weakness only fueled their cruelty.

"Hey, leave her alone!" A voice called out, and I turned to see Yuji, Sukuna's younger brother, running over. He had the same pink hair, but his eyes were a warm, gentle brown. "Ryo, stop it!"

Sukuna rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. "Why are you always sticking up for her, Yuji? She's not worth it."

"Because it's the right thing to do," Yuji said firmly, standing between us. "You should be ashamed of yourself, bullying her like this."

For a moment, I saw a flicker of something in Sukuna's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by his usual sneer. "Whatever, Yuji. You're such a goody-two-shoes."

With that, he and his gang walked away, leaving me to pick up the scattered pieces of my lunch. Yuji knelt beside me, helping me gather everything.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" he asked softly.

I nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. Yuji's kindness was a stark contrast to his brother's cruelty, and it made me feel safe, if only for a moment.

"Thank you, Yuji," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, a gentle, reassuring smile. "It's no problem. If Ryo bothers you again, just tell me, okay? I'll make sure he stops."

I wished it were that simple, but I knew Sukuna wouldn't stop just because Yuji told him to. Still, it was comforting to know I had at least one ally in this school.

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The day dragged on, each class blending into the next. I tried to focus on my studies, but my mind kept wandering back to Sukuna and the constant fear he instilled in me. I couldn't understand why he enjoyed bullying me so much. What had I ever done to deserve his cruelty?

At lunch, I sat alone under a tree, away from the other students. I didn't have any friends; Sukuna had made sure of that. No one wanted to be associated with the girl who was always a target. I unwrapped my lunch, but the sight of the food made my stomach churn.

But even during lunch break, he and his groupies cornered me near the playground. They taunted and teased, their words cutting deeper than any physical blow. I wanted to cry, to run, but I knew that would only make things worse.

"You're so pathetic," Sukuna sneered, pushing me to the ground. "Why don't you just give up?"

I bit my lip, holding back tears. I wanted to tell him to stop, to leave me alone, but the words stuck in my throat. The bell rang, signaling the end of recess, and they finally left me alone. I picked myself up, dusting off my uniform, and headed back to class.

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After school, I ran all the way home, tears streaming down my face. Bursting through the front door, I collapsed on the floor, sobbing. The caretakers rushed to my side, their concerned voices blending into a comforting murmur. They helped me up, leading me to my room where I could be alone.

I sat on my bed, hugging my knees to my chest. I felt so alone, so helpless. My parents were miles away, too busy to listen to my pleas. I picked up the phone, dialing my mom's number with trembling fingers.

"Hello?" her voice answered, cool and distant.

"Mom, I... I need to change schools," I said, my voice cracking. "Sukuna, he's—"

"Don't be ridiculous, (Y/N)," she interrupted. "This is your last year. You can't just change schools now."

"But Mom, he's bullying me! I can't take it anymore!" I cried, tears streaming down my face.

"Stop being so dramatic. You're not a child anymore. Learn to handle it," she replied, her tone final.

The line went dead, and I stared at the phone in disbelief. I felt a wave of despair wash over me. I was truly alone in this.

The next few days passed in a blur of fear and anxiety. I avoided Sukuna as much as I could, but it was impossible to escape him completely. Every encounter left me more shaken, more afraid. I kept to myself, not daring to confide in anyone. Even Yuji's kind words and Mr. Itadori's occasional scoldings couldn't make me feel safe.

Mr. Itadori is Yuji and Sukuna's paternal grandfather. He was a kind hearted soul and always seemed gentle but sometimes he got grumpy. He always scolds Sukuna whenever he is picking up on me. He really is a kind man. He and Yuji are whom I consider close to me; as family.

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One afternoon, as I was leaving school, Sukuna cornered me again. "You're coming with me," he said, his voice low and menacing.

"No, I won't!" I protested, trying to pull away.

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be," he hissed, dragging me with him . His grip was ironclad, and I knew there was no escaping this time.

When we arrived at his house, he pushed me inside and locked the door behind us. "Stay put," he ordered, disappearing into another room.

I stood there, my heart pounding. I didn't know what he had planned, but I knew it wouldn't be good. Suddenly, the lights went out, and the room was plunged into darkness. I heard a noise behind me and spun around, only to see Sukuna's face illuminated by a flashlight, twisted into a grotesque mask

"Surprise," he whispered, stepping closer.

I couldn't hold back my fear any longer. I screamed, tears streaming down my face. 

"Why are you doing this?" I sobbed. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

He laughed, a cold, cruel sound. "Because it's fun," he said simply.

Something inside me snapped. I slapped him as hard as I could, the sound ringing in the silence. He looked stunned, but I didn't wait to see his reaction. I turned and ran, my feet pounding on the floor as I headed for the door. 

He ran after me and shouted, "Wait up, you bitch!"

I didn't stop, but he was faster, catching up to me and grabbing my arm. 

"Let me go!" I cried, struggling to break free. In a desperate move, I bit his hand, and he yelped in pain, loosening his grip just enough for me to escape.

"You fucking ugly bitch!! I m going to kill you!! You just wait!!" He shouted behind me as I ran out of his house.

I ran all the way home, my heart racing. Bursting through the front door, I ran to my room and sprawled on my bed, crying. My caretakers worried about me, knocked on the door but I shut them out all the remaining day.

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The next morning, I woke up with a heavy heart. My stomach was in knots as I prepared for school, dreading the inevitable encounter with Sukuna. My hand still stung from the slap I had delivered yesterday, and I worried about his retaliation. I walked to school slowly, my steps heavy with fear and uncertainty.

As I entered the classroom, I kept my eyes down, hoping to avoid any attention. But to my surprise, Sukuna wasn't there. His usual spot was empty. I heaved a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. For the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to smile. The day seemed brighter, the air lighter. I went through my classes with a sense of peace I hadn't felt in months.

During lunch, I sat alone under a tree, enjoying the rare tranquility. I watched the other students laugh and play, and for once, I didn't feel the oppressive presence of Sukuna and his groupies. It felt like a small victory, a moment of freedom.

But as the afternoon classes began, our teacher, Ms. Sato, walked in with a somber expression. She stood at the front of the class, her hands clasped together. "Class, I have some news to share," she began, her voice soft. "Sukuna will not be attending school with us anymore. Their grandfather has passed away, and they have moved to Kyoto to be with their family."

The classroom buzzed with whispers and murmurs. I felt a mix of emotions swirl inside me. I was sorry for their loss, especially for Yuji, who had always been kind to me. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the sense of relief that washed over me. Sukuna was gone, and with him, the constant fear and torment.

After school, I walked home with a lighter heart. The path felt different without the looming threat of Sukuna. As I passed by the Itadori house, I paused for a moment. The windows were dark, the garden unkempt. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for them. Despite everything, I hoped they would find some peace in their new home.

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Days turned into weeks, and the absence of Sukuna became the new normal. School was no longer a place of dread. I found myself participating more in class, making friends, and enjoying the little things I had missed out on. The caretakers at home noticed the change in me and often commented on how much happier I seemed.

Life moved on, and so did I. The scars left by Sukuna's bullying began to fade, replaced by new experiences and friendships. I often thought about Yuji and wondered how he was doing. I hoped he was adjusting well to his new life, just as I was adjusting to mine.

::.............................................::

One day, as I was walking home, I saw a familiar face. Yuji was standing at the gate of their old house, looking lost in thought. I approached him cautiously, unsure of what to say.

"Yuji?" I called out softly.

He looked up, his eyes lighting up with recognition. "Oh, (Y/N), hi! I didn't expect to see you."

"I didn't know you were back," I said, trying to gauge his mood.

"We're just visiting," he explained. "Grandfather's funeral was hard on us, but we're trying to move forward."

"I'm sorry for your loss," I said sincerely. "Your grandfather was a good man."

"Thank you," Yuji replied, his voice tinged with sadness. "How have you been?"

"I've been better," I admitted. "School is... different without Sukuna."

Yuji nodded, understanding what I meant. "I know he was hard on you. I'm really sorry about that."

"It's okay," I said, though we both knew it wasn't entirely true. "But I'm glad you're here. Do you want to talk?"

We ended up sitting on the steps of the Itadori house, talking about everything and nothing. It felt good to reconnect, to share our experiences and thoughts. Yuji was still the kind, gentle soul I remembered, and his presence was a comfort.

As the sun began to set, Yuji stood up, brushing off his pants. "I should go. We're leaving early tomorrow."

"Take care, Yuji," I said, giving him a small smile. "And if you ever need a friend, you know where to find me."

He smiled back, a genuine, warm smile. "Thanks, (Y/N). That means a lot."

As I watched him walk away, I felt a sense of closure. The shadows of the past were finally starting to lift, and a new chapter was beginning. I knew there would still be challenges ahead, but for the first time in a long while, I felt ready to face them.

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Hello here Sukuna fan girls!!

I hope you all enjoy this story's first chapter.

I have a great story in mind. So just bear with me.

I hope you all will enjoy this.

See you again soon.