I was furious. Sukuna's touch, the way he had manhandled me, lingered on my skin like a brand. I downed drink after drink, hoping to drown out the memory, but it only fueled my anger. I danced like a wild thing, laughing and babbling nonsense, trying to forget.

As the night wore on, I announced to the gang, "I'm going home," in a slurred, drunken voice.

Shoko looked worried. "I'll drop you off, (Y/N). You're not in the position to go home alone."

"No, I want to go alone. I need to get some air and clear my mind," I insisted stubbornly, swaying on my feet.

Barefoot, with my sandals slung over my shoulder, I stumbled out of Gojo's mansion. The cool night air hit me, and I felt a bit steadier as I walked along the sidewalk. After about five minutes, I saw a pink-haired figure outside a house. My drunken mind instantly thought it was Sukuna.

"You!" I yelled, and I ran towards him, tripping and nearly falling. I plunged onto the figure, spouting nonsense about why he did what he did to me.

The person was caught off guard, and we both fell to the sidewalk. He spoke, his voice confused and boyish. "Hey, what's going on?"

I blinked, the voice not matching Sukuna's deep, mocking tone. I got up quickly, sobering a little. "I... I'm sorry," I stammered. "I thought you were someone else."

He had a blush on his face. I squinted at him, trying to focus. Then it hit me. 

"Yuji? Is that you?" I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief.

The boy blinked in surprise and then recognition dawned on his face. "Wait, (Y/N)? Oh my god! It's been so long!" He hugged me tightly, his warmth and genuine affection a stark contrast to Sukuna's coldness. "Come inside! You have to meet my auntie."

I hesitated, thinking about Sukuna. But then, defiant, I thought, fuck him. It's not my concern.

Yuji led me inside, introducing me to their maternal aunt, Miss Aiko Nohara. She was a warm, welcoming woman with a kind smile. "Nice to meet you, (Y/N). Please, make yourself at home," she said, ushering me inside.

We reminisced about old times, laughing and sharing stories. It was comforting, and for a while, I forgot about Sukuna. But then it began to rain, a heavy, sudden downpour that rattled the windows.

"It was in the forecast, that it was supposed to rain," Miss Aiko said, looking out the window.

Half an hour passed with no sign of the rain stopping. Miss Aiko turned to me. "It's best if you stay the night."

I hesitated, the idea of spending the night under the same roof as Sukuna making me uneasy. "I can call a cab," I protested.

Yuji, with his big puppy dog eyes, pleaded, "Please stay, (Y/N). It's late, and the rain is too heavy."

I couldn't say no to him. "Okay, fine," I agreed reluctantly, dreading the possibility of seeing Sukuna.

Miss Aiko led me to the guest room and handed me a light blue summer dress that was just above my knees. "Here, this should be comfortable," she said.

I thanked her and went to freshen up. As I showered, my thoughts wandered to Sukuna and what he might think of me being in his house. I shook my head, annoyed at myself. 

Why am I even thinking of that disgusting man?!

When I emerged, I was feeling refreshed and the dress was surprisingly comfortable. Yuji's eyes lit up when he saw me. "You look really cute, (Y/N)," he said, making me blush.

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

It was around 1 a.m. when Sukuna arrived. He had a girl attached to his arm, and he was kissing her, touching her in a way that made me want to look away. Miss Aiko cleared her throat, glaring at him.

"Ryomen, what are you doing?" she demanded.

He looked up, annoyed. "What's it look like?" he snapped, then his eyes landed on me. His expression darkened. "What are you doing here, you bitch?"

Miss Aiko glared hard at him. "Ryomen!! Is that any way to talk to your guest? Not to mention that she is a lady!! What is wrong with you? Apologize to her. NOW!"

Sukuna stood there having a staring contest with his Aunt. But didn't apologize. Not that I expected him to. 

"Tell me why she is here?" he spat looking at me disgustingly, as if I was nothing more than a crumbled piece of torn paper.

What have I ever done to him? Why is there so much hate for me? I don't understand.

Miss Aiko heaved a defeated sigh, "Yuji invited her. It's raining, so she's staying for the night."

Sukuna argued, but his aunt's tone was final. He glared at me, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and something else I couldn't place.

"Fine," he said, letting go of the girl. "Go home," he told her, his tone dismissive.

The girl pouted but left, clearly annoyed. Sukuna watched her go, then turned his attention back to me, his eyes narrowing.

Then Miss Aiko turned to me, looking apologetically, "I m sorry for his rude behavior, sweetie. He doesn't have manners at all."

I shook my head understanding, "No it's okay, Miss Aiko. It really is."

Yuji, always the peacemaker, suggested, "Why don't we watch a movie or something, just like old times?"

I smiled, grateful for his attempt to lighten the mood. "That sounds great," I agreed.

Sukuna huffed an irritated sigh. "I'm not interested," he muttered.

But Yuji insisted, his excitement palpable. "Come on, Ryo. Please?"

Sukuna sighed again, irritated but defeated. "Fine. I'll freshen up and be back in ten minutes."

Yuji beamed. "Okay!" It seemed Sukuna couldn't say no to Yuji, his love for his brother overriding his usual arrogance.

As Sukuna left the room, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and dread. I was in his territory now, and I knew he wouldn't let this night end without making his presence felt. But I was ready. I had faced him before, and I would do it again. No matter what, I wouldn't let him intimidate me.

Yuji and I settled on the couch, picking out a movie to watch. He kept glancing at me, his eyes filled with concern.

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

I smiled reassuringly. "I'm fine, Yuji. Really."

He nodded, but I could tell he wasn't entirely convinced. I appreciated his concern, though. It was nice to have someone who genuinely cared about me, especially in contrast to his brother.

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

We decided to make some snacks for the movie. Yuji and I gathered ingredients, laughing and joking around. The kitchen was filled with the smell of popcorn, and we made a small spread of chips, dip, and candy.

As Yuji and I prepared snacks for the movie, I couldn't help but think about the situation I was in. Sukuna was in the house, and despite the earlier confrontation, I knew he would try to provoke me again. Yuji, ever the optimist, chatted happily as we worked, oblivious to the tension brewing.

We carried the snacks to the living room, arranging them on the coffee table. The smell of popcorn and the sight of various candies and chips made the atmosphere feel almost normal. Almost.

Just as we finished setting up, Sukuna emerged from upstairs, freshly showered. He was wearing a fitted black t-shirt, showcasing the tattoos on his arms, and sweatpants that clung to his muscular frame.  His damp pink hair was tousled, and his crimson eyes seemed to glint in the low light. To say the least, he was looking devilishly HANDSOME. 

Did I just think he looks HANDSOME?! WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU (Y/N) (L/N)?! Maybe I m still drunk that's why I m getting these weird thoughts. Yes, that must be it.

He sauntered into the living room and plopped himself down on the couch, manspreading with a casual arrogance that took up more space than necessary. 

I rolled my eyes but didn't comment. We headed to the sitting area with the snacks. Miss Aiko had already gone to bed, mentioning she had to wake up early.

Yuji, ever the gracious host, sat on the floor, leaning against the couch. I took a seat as far away from Sukuna as possible, trying to ignore his presence. He noticed but chose to say nothing.

Yuji picked a romantic comedy on Netflix, "To All the Boys I've Loved Before." It was lighthearted romantic comedy, a stark contrast to the atmosphere here.

The movie began, and for a while, I could pretend everything was normal.

Not even halfway through the movie, Yuji was asleep, sprawled out on the floor, snoring softly. Sukuna, who had been scrolling through his phone, finally spoke in that dark, husky voice that always sent chills down my spine.

"Hmmm... All dolled up and nowhere to go." He murmured, almost purred.

I bristled at his tone. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

He smirked, not looking up from his phone. "Take it however you want."

I glared at him. "You're such an asshole, Sukuna. You haven't changed at all."

He finally looked up, his eyes locking onto mine with an unsettling intensity. 

"And you've changed too much. I liked you better when you were quiet and scared."

My anger flared. "Maybe if you weren't such a bully, you'd see there's more to me than that."

He chuckled, a dark, amused sound. "Oh, I see plenty. Like how you keep getting in my way."

I scoffed. "In your way? You think everything revolves around you, don't you?"

He leaned back, spreading his arms along the back of the couch. "Maybe it does. You seem pretty fixated on me."

"You're sick," I spat, keeping my voice low to avoid waking Yuji.

"And you're easy to rile up," he shot back, leaning closer. "Admit it, you love the attention."

I glared at him, refusing to back down. "You're delusional."

He moved closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Admit it, (Y/N). You've thought about me. About what it would be like if I touched you. Really touched you."

My heart raced, anger and a confusing rush of other emotions swirling inside me. 

"You're disgusting," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly.

"Maybe," he murmured, his hand sliding onto my thigh, making my skin crawl. "But you can't deny it. You're curious."

I pushed at his chest, trying to create distance between us, but he didn't budge. His hand moved higher, fingers brushing against the hem of my dress. 

"You look good in this dress," he said, his voice a sickeningly seductive purr. "Makes me want to ruin it."

I tried to push him again, but he grabbed my wrist, pinning it to the couch as he leaned in, nibbling on my ear. His touch was electric, sending unwanted shivers down my spine. 

"Stop it," I hissed, my voice a mix of anger and something else I didn't want to acknowledge.

He ignored me, his other hand sliding under my dress, caressing my skin. "Makes me want to lay you beneath me and fuck you senseless... Till you can't take it anymore..."

Panic and anger flared inside me. "Get off me, Sukuna," I said, my voice stronger this time.

He smirked, leaning in closer, his lips inches from mine. "Make me," he challenged.

Summoning all my strength, I pushed him hard, with my both hands on his chest and he let go of me.

"You really think you can get away from me that easily?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

I stood up, fed up with his tantrums. "I'm done with this."

As I turned to leave, Sukuna grabbed my wrist again and yanked me back, pulling me onto the couch and pinning me beneath him. His face was inches from mine, his breath hot on my skin. "Ummm... I think you might have fallen for me, princess."

I glared at him, refusing to show fear. "Me? Fall for you? When hell freezes over. Maybe you're the one who's fallen for me. You're always doing things to get my attention. Always picking on me. Touching me... "

He laughed, a low, mocking sound. "You wish, princess. I do what I want."

His hand slid up my thigh, and I shivered despite myself.

"Ummm, your smell... It's making me do crazy things to your petite body. " he purred seductively in my ear.

He nibbled on my ear again but just a bit harder than the last time and then sucked on my neck, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. I pushed at him, but he didn't even budge this time. "Get off me, Sukuna."

He smirked. "It's your fault I couldn't have sex tonight. Now, you have to satisfy me."

His words were infuriating, and his touch was maddening. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against mine. In a burst of adrenaline, I pushed him hard. We both tumbled off the couch, landing on the floor in a heap.

I scrambled to my feet, my heart pounding. "You're a real piece of shit, Sukuna," I spat, my voice shaking with anger and something else I couldn't name.

He stood up, brushing himself off, his eyes never leaving mine. "You have no idea, princess. No idea at all."

I stormed out of the room, my mind racing. I couldn't stay here, not with him. But I couldn't leave either, not in the middle of the night and not in this rain. I retreated to the guest room, slamming the door behind me. My heart was still pounding, my skin still tingling from his touch. I hated how he could still affect me, how he could get under my skin so easily.

I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm down. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot. I would find a way to deal with Sukuna. But for now, I needed to get through the night without letting him win. As I closed my eyes, I vowed to myself that I wouldn't let him control me anymore. Not ever again.

While having these thoughts in mind, I drifted to sleep.

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

In the depths of sleep, 

I found myself in a sunlit field of dandelions. The golden orbs swayed gently in the breeze, their delicate seeds ready to take flight. I was wearing a yellow knee-length dress adorned with tiny flowers, the fabric dancing around my legs as I moved. The sky was a brilliant blue, and everything felt perfect and serene.

I spun around, laughing, feeling a lightness in my heart that I hadn't felt in years. Then, out of nowhere, strong arms encircled my waist, pulling me close. I felt a familiar warmth and smelled a faint, comforting scent. Soft lips kissed my neck and cheek, sending shivers of delight through me. I leaned into the embrace, closing my eyes and savoring the moment. I felt safe, cherished, and deeply loved.

But as quickly as the dream had turned sweet, it started to change. The blue sky darkened, storm clouds rolling in with alarming speed. The warm, gentle breeze became a harsh, cold wind, blowing the dandelions apart in a chaotic flurry. The arms around me tightened, becoming uncomfortably strong, almost painful.

I tried to turn around to see the man who held me, but I couldn't move. His kisses, once tender, grew more possessive and aggressive. I felt a sharp bite on my neck, and a sense of dread washed over me. The field around me began to wither, the vibrant dandelions turning into blackened, twisted stems.

"Let go," I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper against the roaring wind.

The grip tightened further, and I could finally turn to look at him. Instead of the kind, loving face I had expected, I saw Sukuna's twisted smirk. His crimson eyes glowed with malice, and his tattoos seemed to writhe like living snakes. The warmth I had felt was gone, replaced by an icy chill.

"You're mine," he hissed, his voice a sinister echo. "You can't escape me."

I struggled to break free, but his hold was too strong. The ground beneath me cracked open, and skeletal hands reached up, grabbing at my ankles, pulling me down. Panic surged through me as I fought to free myself, my heart pounding in terror.

The idyllic field was now a nightmarish landscape of darkness and decay. The sky was an oppressive black, and the wind howled like a thousand tormented souls. I could hear laughter, cruel and mocking, reverberating around me. It was Sukuna's laugh, echoing from everywhere and nowhere.

"Help!" I screamed, my voice lost in the maelstrom.

The skeletal hands tightened their grip, dragging me further into the ground. I could feel the cold earth swallowing me, my body sinking into the abyss. Sukuna's face loomed above me, his eyes burning with sadistic delight. His laughter grew louder, filling my mind, drowning out all other sound.

Just as I was about to be completely consumed by the darkness, 

I woke up with a start. My room was pitch black, the only sound my ragged breathing. I sat up, my heart racing, my skin clammy with sweat. The remnants of the dream clung to me, the fear and panic still fresh.

I took several deep breaths, trying to calm myself. It was just a dream, I reminded myself. Just a dream. But it felt so real, and the terror lingered, making it hard to shake off. I looked around the room, reassuring myself that I was safe, that Sukuna was not here.

But the unsettling feeling remained. I couldn't help but wonder if the dream was a sign, a manifestation of my deepest fears. As I lay back down, pulling the covers tightly around me, I couldn't shake the feeling that Sukuna's presence in my life was far from over. The nightmare might have ended, but the real one had only just begun.

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Hello guyz.

We are done with the 4th Chapter.

I hope the readers who are here are enjoying this story so far. 

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And the next chapters are going to be really Good and spicy so stay tuned.

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