The next morning dawned with the soft glow of sunrise filtering through the curtains. I woke up with a sense of lingering unease from the previous night's dream, but I quickly pushed it aside. It was a weekday, and I had university to attend. As I dressed in the borrowed summer dress, I realized I had to go home first to change into something more suitable for the day.

Downstairs, the aroma of breakfast filled the air. Yuji and his aunt, Miss Aiko, were already at the table. Sukuna sat there too, looking as surly as ever.

"Good morning," I greeted them, trying to sound cheerful.

"Morning, (Y/N)!" Yuji beamed at me. "Sit down, have some breakfast."

"I appreciate it, but I really need to get home and change before heading to the university. It's a good 30-minute walk from here, and I don't want to be late."

"Nonsense," Miss Aiko insisted warmly. "You must have something to eat first. Ryomen, you'll drop (Y/N) home and then to the university."

Sukuna choked on his toast, clearly taken aback. "I'm not her babysitter," he grumbled, his eyes narrowing at me.

I quickly interjected, "It's okay, really. I can manage on my own."

But Miss Aiko was having none of it. "Ryomen, it's not a request. You will take her."

There was a tense moment of silence before Sukuna sighed heavily. "Fine," he muttered, glaring at me as if this was all my fault.

I sat down across Sukuna on the table and Miss Aiko served me the breakfast. Then we began to have breakfast. There were toast, eggs, Pancakes and much more, a good, healthy, warming breakfast. I sat silently and ate the breakfast. Sukuna and Yuji were bickering over the last pice of the pancake.

"Let it go, you brat." Sukuna said irritated.

"No, you let it go. I saw it first. So I'll have it." Yuji argued.

"So what? I put my fork on it first, you idiot. So it's mine!" Sukuna retorted.

They continued to bicker and I was looking at the ordeal amused. It was a bit funny to see Sukuna worked up about for just a piece of pancake

So this is what it feels like to have a meal with Family. 

It spread a warmth in me, but also a bit of sadness, cuz' I was deprived of this kinda love and affection. I kinda envied Sukuna, for having this. 

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Yuji was picked up by his friend and his friend's dad for school, but before leaving, he bounded over to me with a huge smile. "Promise you'll come back again, (Y/N)?"

I hesitated but couldn't refuse those hopeful eyes. "Alright, I promise."

He hugged me tightly before running off to join his ride, leaving Sukuna and me to say our farewells to Miss Aiko. We set off on foot, and as soon as we were out of earshot, Sukuna began his barrage of insults.

"Can't believe I have to babysit a spoiled bitch," he muttered, his voice dripping with contempt.

I walked beside him, biting my tongue, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. His words stung, but I was determined to remain composed. The streets were relatively quiet, the morning rush still a little while away.

As we crossed a street, a car suddenly sped around the corner, hurtling towards me. Before I could react, Sukuna grabbed my arm and yanked me back onto the sidewalk, saving me from what could have been a serious accident.

"Watch where you're going, idiot!" he snapped, his grip still firm on my arm. There was an unfamiliar hint of worry in his voice, though it was masked by his anger.

I looked at him, momentarily stunned. "Thank you," I murmured softly.

He let go of my arm and scowled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Whatever, just stay out of trouble, will you?"

We continued the rest of the way in silence. The reality of the near-miss left me feeling oddly vulnerable. Despite his harsh words, Sukuna's actions had shown a side of him I hadn't seen before.

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As we reached my home, the awkward silence between us persisted. Sukuna stopped at the gate, his eyes fixed on something in the distance, clearly eager to be anywhere but here.

"Thanks for walking me home," I said, trying to sound polite despite the tension.

"I am not going to take you to the university," he retorted, not even looking at me.

"Good, because I didn't want you to," I shot back.

Without another word, Sukuna turned on his heel and walked away, probably heading back home or to the university. I watched him go for a moment, then hurried inside.

Mrs. Tanaka and the other caretakers were waiting for me in the foyer, their expressions a mix of relief and concern.

"Miss (Y/N), you're back! We were worried," Mrs. Tanaka said, her voice filled with genuine care.

"I'm fine, thank you," I reassured her. "I just need to get ready quickly."

I dashed upstairs to my room and took a quick shower, letting the hot water wash away the remnants of the previous night. After drying off, I chose a sophisticated yet stylish outfit—a crisp white blouse tucked into a high-waisted black skirt, paired with black ankle boots. I blow-dried my hair, leaving it in soft waves cascading down my shoulders. A touch of makeup—foundation, a hint of blush, a swipe of eyeliner, and nude lipstick—completed the look. I wanted to project confidence and composure, especially after the tumultuous events with Sukuna.

Once ready, I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs. I owned a sleek black BMW M3, a gift from my parents for my high school graduation. I rarely used it. I preferred to walk to the university.

Always spoiling me with just the material things and NOT real LOVE.

It was parked in the driveway, gleaming under the morning sun. I slid into the driver's seat, the familiar hum of the engine providing a comforting sense of control.

The drive to the university was uneventful, giving me time to gather my thoughts. I pulled into the parking lot, my mind already shifting to the day's lectures and assignments. As I walked towards my class, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

Entering the classroom, I immediately noticed Sukuna was already there. He was lounging in his seat, a smug expression on his face. His presence was unsettling, but I tried to ignore it, focusing instead on finding my seat.

Little did I know, Sukuna had been busy. He had orchestrated a prank with the help of several girls in the class who had a crush on him. They giggled and whispered among themselves, casting sly glances in my direction.

As I sat down, I felt something odd beneath me—a loud, obnoxious honk echoed through the room. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as everyone turned to look at me, laughter erupting from all corners of the classroom.

It was a classic whoopee cushion, and I had fallen right into their trap. I could see Sukuna smirking, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. The girls he had enlisted were laughing the loudest, clearly pleased with themselves.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm despite the humiliation. I would not give Sukuna the satisfaction of seeing me break. Instead, I stood up, removed the cushion from my chair, and placed it on Sukuna's desk with a sweet yet mocking smile.

"Looks like someone needs to find better entertainment," I said, my voice steady.

The class laughed, but this time, it was with me, not at me. Sukuna's smirk faltered for a moment, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. I had turned the prank back on him, and while it didn't erase the embarrassment, it felt like a small victory.

I sat down again, ignoring the lingering giggles and whispers. The lecture started, and I focused on the material, determined not to let Sukuna or anyone else get under my skin.

But as I glanced at Sukuna from the corner of my eye, I knew this was far from over. He was unpredictable, and I needed to stay on my guard.

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The rest of the class passed uneventfully, though the tension in the air was palpable. Gojo, Geto, and Shoko were notably absent, likely still recovering from the previous night's festivities. Their absence left me feeling somewhat isolated; their playful banter and light-hearted energy were a welcome buffer against Sukuna's malice.

I tried to focus on the lecture, taking meticulous notes, but I could feel Sukuna's eyes on me, plotting his next move. His earlier prank had been a minor inconvenience, a childish attempt to embarrass me. But I had a sinking feeling that he wasn't done yet.

As the class ended and students began to file out, I stayed behind, organizing my notes. Sukuna lingered as well, a sinister smirk playing on his lips. Ignoring him, I packed my bag and headed towards the door, determined to keep my composure.

Before I could leave, one of the girls who had helped with the earlier prank approached me, a falsely sweet smile on her face. 

"Hey, (Y/N), could you come with me for a second? I need your help with something."

Wary but not wanting to seem rude, I followed her to a secluded corner of the hallway. She handed me a small, intricately wrapped box. 

"This is for you," she said, batting her eyelashes innocently.

I accepted the box, suspicious but curious. As I opened it, a burst of glitter exploded in my face, followed by the release of a foul-smelling liquid that soaked my clothes and skin. Laughter erupted around me, and I realized too late that Sukuna had orchestrated another prank, far more humiliating than the last.

The cruel laughter echoed in my ears as I stood there, covered in glitter and the stench of rotten eggs. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't hold them back. I turned and fled down the hallway, the laughter following me like a dark cloud.

I burst into the nearest bathroom, locking myself in a stall. Sobbing, I tried to wipe away the glitter and the awful smell, but it clung to me, a physical reminder of Sukuna's cruelty. 

How could someone be so relentlessly cruel?

The bathroom door creaked open, and I heard footsteps approaching. I tensed, hoping it was a friend, someone who could offer comfort. Instead, Sukuna's mocking voice filled the space.

His insults were relentless, each word laced with venom. "You thought you could humiliate me? You're just a weak little girl, (Y/N). Always have been, always will be."

I tried to block out his words, focusing on my breath, but the pain was too real, too raw. I wiped my tears away, my hands trembling.

"You really thought you could humiliate me last night and get away with it?" he continued, his voice dripping with contempt. 

"You're nothing, (Y/N). Just a little rich girl playing at being strong."

His words cut deep, reopening old wounds I had thought long healed. I wiped my tears, trying to summon some semblance of strength. 

"Why are you doing this?" I managed to choke out. My voice coarse from all the sobbing "What did I ever do to you?"

Sukuna laughed, a cold, hollow sound. "You exist. That's enough."

He leaned against the stall door, his voice lowering to a cruel whisper. 

"You think you're so special, don't you? Parading around like you're better than everyone. But you're not. You're just as weak and pathetic as you've always been."

I couldn't hold back my tears, my shoulders shaking with the force of my sobs. Sukuna's words were like daggers, each one stabbing deeper than the last.

"Go ahead, cry," he taunted. "That's all you're good for."

Then, suddenly, he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the stall. His crimson eyes bore into mine, and for a moment, his expression softened slightly. It was as if he was seeing me for the first time, really seeing me.

I held my breath, feeling a strange mix of fear and confusion. Sukuna's gaze lingered on me, his fingers tightening around my arm. His eyes roamed my face, his usual smirk replaced with something almost resembling... admiration?

But just as quickly as it had appeared, the moment passed. It was almost as if I had imagined it He let go of my arm, his usual sneer returning. "Stay here," he ordered, turning on his heel and leaving the bathroom.

I stood there, bewildered and shaken. Moments later, Sukuna returned, carrying a set of track shorts and a shirt. He tossed them onto the counter.

"Stay still," he commanded. "Let me wash you up."

I stared at him in shock. "What? No, I can—"

"Don't be such a stuck up brat," he cut me off, his tone impatient. "I've seen plenty of girls' bodies. This is nothing."

Embarrassment flooded my cheeks, but the humiliating reality of my situation left me with little choice. Reluctantly, I nodded, turning my back to him as I tried to compose myself.

Sukuna moved with surprising gentleness, despite his rough demeanor. He wet a cloth and began to wipe the glitter and stench from my skin. His touch was light, almost careful, yet there was an undeniable sensuality to his movements. His fingers brushed against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"You really are pathetic," he muttered, though there was no real malice in his voice this time. "Letting me do this for you."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears. "Why are you doing this, Sukuna?"

He didn't answer immediately, his eyes focused on his task. When he finally spoke, his voice was low. "Just shut up and stay still."

His hands moved over my arms, my neck, and my face, cleaning away the remnants of his cruel prank. Despite his harsh words, there was an unexpected tenderness in his touch, a stark contrast to the viciousness he had shown earlier.

After what felt like an eternity, he finished. "Change into these," he said, pointing to the clothes he had brought. "I'll wait outside."

He left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I stared at the clothes for a moment, then quickly changed, grateful for the fresh, clean fabric against my skin.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, Sukuna was leaning against the wall, his expression unreadable. He glanced at me, his eyes flickering with something I couldn't quite place.

"Let's go," he said curtly, turning on his heel and walking away.

I followed him, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and emotions.

What had just happened? 

Sukuna's actions made no sense, his behavior a baffling mix of cruelty and unexpected kindness.

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As we walked towards the classroom, I kept my gaze low, trying to ignore Sukuna's mocking chuckles that echoed in the hallway. His words cut through me like knives, each insult digging deeper than the last. 

"I like you better this way," he taunted. "Quiet, submissive, under my control."

I clenched my fists, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness. Despite everything, I knew I had to rely on Sukuna now, twisted as it was. No one else in the class would support me, not after what had happened. It was a grim realization, but I had to accept it.

Sniffing the shirt he had given me, I caught a faint trace of Sukuna's scent, mingling with the clean fabric. 

He gave me his clothes?! 

It was a strange reminder of the conflicting emotions I felt towards him—fear, anger, and now, a reluctant sense of dependence.

As we entered the classroom, all eyes turned towards us. The teacher frowned, noticing my attire and our unusual arrival together. She questioned, 

"Where are you two coming from? And Miss (Y/N), why are you dressed in-"

Sukuna cut her off with a biting remark, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Mind your own business, old hag," he snapped, his words like venom. The teacher's face flushed with anger, but she held her tongue, clearly unwilling to escalate the situation further.

The girls who had assisted Sukuna in his cruel prank whispered among themselves, their gazes alternating between me and Sukuna. One of them, emboldened by his presence, spoke up. 

"Why are you favoring her? You're the one who wanted to teach her a lesson. So what now?" she demanded, her tone accusatory.

Sukuna's expression darkened. "Shut up," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "No one gets to question me." 

He turned to the rest of the class, his crimson eyes blazing with a silent threat. "From now on, no one touches her. She's off-limits. Got it?"

There was a tense silence in the classroom, broken only by the quiet murmurs of agreement from some of his followers. His declaration hung in the air, a chilling reminder of Sukuna's dominance and the power he wielded over our classmates.

I sank into my seat, grateful yet disturbed by Sukuna's unexpected protection. It was a twisted form of security, born out of fear and manipulation rather than genuine care. But in that moment, it was all I had.

Throughout the class, Sukuna kept his word. No one dared to approach me, their curious glances filled with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. Sukuna's presence loomed over the room like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over everything.

As the day wore on, I found myself lost in conflicting emotions. Sukuna's actions continued to perplex me—his cruelty intertwined with moments of unexpected kindness. I couldn't deny the strange allure he held, despite knowing the danger he posed.

The bell finally rang, signaling the end of class. I gathered my things, ready to escape the suffocating atmosphere. Before I could leave, Sukuna's voice cut through the air once more.

"Hey," he called out, his tone unreadable. I turned to face him, unsure of what to expect.

"Tonight," he said abruptly, his eyes narrowing. "Meet me at the park near your house. Seven o'clock."

My heart skipped a beat, torn between fear and curiosity. "Why?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sukuna smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You owe me," he replied cryptically before turning and leaving the classroom without another word.

I stood there, watching him go, my mind spinning with questions and apprehension. What did Sukuna want from me now? And more importantly, why did I feel compelled to meet him, despite everything he had done?

With a heavy heart, I gathered my courage and prepared for whatever twisted game Sukuna had planned next.

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Hello guyz.

Done with the 4th chapter.

Hope you all are enjoying it so far.

See you again soon.