The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over my room. It was a beautiful morning, and everything seemed perfect. The chirping of birds outside added to the serene atmosphere, making me feel oddly at peace. My parents had left days ago, their absence hardly felt as it had always been a norm in our household. I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my hair and getting dressed, enjoying the quiet solitude.

I chose a light, airy dress for the day, enjoying the way it swirled around my legs as I moved. Just as I was fastening the last button, I heard the door creak open. My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to see Sukuna standing in the doorway, a predatory smirk playing on his lips. I was shocked, terrified even, but I refused to let him see my fear. His presence filled the room, a stark contrast to the tranquility of the morning. I straightened up, meeting his gaze with as much defiance as I could muster.

"You're not supposed to be here," I said, my voice betraying a hint of the fear I was trying to suppress.

He smirked, taking a step closer. "Is that any way to greet me, princess?"

My pulse quickened as he closed the distance between us. His eyes roved over me, a predatory glint in them that made my skin prickle with unease. 

"Why are you here, Sukuna?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Just paying a visit," he replied, his tone mockingly sweet. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I fought the urge to recoil. 

"You look beautiful," he murmured, his fingers trailing down my neck.

I swallowed hard, feeling a mix of emotions—fear, anger, and an unwanted spark of something else. 

"Get out," I demanded, my voice trembling.

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against my skin as he leaned closer. "You know, I think you like this," he whispered, his lips grazing my ear. "The thrill, the danger... ME."

I tried to push him away, but he was relentless. His hands roamed, exploring with a sensuality.

"Stop it," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.

But he didn't stop. Instead, his touch grew more insistent, more intimate. My body betrayed me, responding to his advances despite my mind's protest. Just as he leaned it to claim my lips, 

I jolted awake, a gasp escaping my lips.

I lay there for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest, relief washing over me as I realized it had all been a dream. I sat up, running a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the nightmare.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I jumped, my heart leaping into my throat. For a split second, I feared my nightmare might be coming true, and that it might be Sukuna. But then I heard a familiar voice.

"Miss (Y/N)? Breakfast is ready," one of my caretakers called from the other side of the door.

I heaved a sigh of relief, my shoulders relaxing. "I'll be down in a minute," I replied, my voice still shaky.

As I got out of bed and dressed, the remnants of the dream clung to me, making my movements feel heavy. The encounter with Sukuna in my dream had felt so real, and it left me with a sense of unease I couldn't quite shake.

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

I headed downstairs to the dining room, where breakfast was waiting. It was a Sunday morning. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, a comforting contrast to the lingering tension in my mind. I took a seat at the table, trying to focus on the present moment.

"Are you alright, Miss (Y/N)?" one of the caretakers asked, noticing my distraction.

I forced a smile. "Yes, I'm fine. Just had a rough night."

She nodded sympathetically. "If there's anything you need, just let us know."

"Thank you," I replied, grateful for her kindness.

As I ate, my thoughts kept drifting back to Sukuna. Even though it had only been a dream, it felt like a reminder of the unresolved tension between us. I couldn't afford to let him dominate my thoughts and emotions like this. I had to find a way to deal with him and the complicated feelings he stirred within me.

After breakfast, I decided to go for a walk to clear my head. The morning was still beautiful, the sky a brilliant blue, and the air crisp and refreshing. I tried to focus on the simple pleasure of the moment, letting the tranquility of nature soothe my troubled mind.

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

As I walked to clear my mind, I decided to listen to some music to drown out the lingering thoughts of Sukuna and his oppressive presence. I slipped my AirPods in and put on "Unholy" by Sam Smith and Kim Petras—a dark, alluring beat that matched my tumultuous emotions. The park where Sukuna and I had a heated encounter loomed ahead, bringing back a flood of memories I wished I could forget.

Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed someone sneaking up behind me until a loud "Boo!" jolted me out of my reverie. I jumped, heart racing, only to turn and find Yuji grinning at me.

"Sorry, (Y/N)! Didn't mean to scare you," he laughed, looking genuinely apologetic.

"You really did," I muttered, trying to calm my pounding heart.

Yuji had a boy with him. I caught myself staring, and Yuji quickly introduced him. "This is Megumi. Megumi Fushiguro. He's my friend and in my class and... well, don't let his aloof demeanor fool you."

Megumi had black spiky hair and a look that screamed disinterest, but he nodded politely. 

"Nice to meet you," I said, trying to sound normal despite the lingering unease from my dream.

We walked together for a while, chatting lightly. As we strolled, a tall, muscular man approached us. His physique was impressive, and a scar ran across his lip, adding to his rugged, dangerous aura. As he got closer, I could see the strength in his broad shoulders and the confident way he moved.

"Hey, Megumi," the man said, his voice deep and resonant. "It's time to go."

Megumi nodded and turned to us. "This is my dad, Toji Fushiguro. Dad, this is (Y/N)," he introduced.

Toji's eyes met mine, and I felt a jolt of something I couldn't quite identify. Admiration? Attraction? I couldn't tell, but it was intense. He extended his hand, and I shook it, feeling the calloused strength of his grip.

"It's nice to meet you, (Y/N)," Toji said, his voice smooth and almost hypnotic.

"You too," I managed, trying to keep my composure.

Toji and I chatted briefly, and I found myself drawn to his magnetic presence. He had an allure that was hard to ignore, and I could tell he knew it. When he finally bid goodbye, he did so with a hint of promise in his eyes. "I hope to see you again," he said, ruffling Yuji's hair before leaving with Megumi.

I blushed, watching them go.

Yuji, ever the cheerful one, turned to me with a bright smile. "Why don't you come to my place?"

I tried to refuse, but Yuji was insistent. He practically dragged me to his house, his enthusiasm impossible to resist.

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

As we walked inside, my thoughts drifted back to the last time I was here. Memories of Sukuna's hands on me, his breath against my skin, made my stomach churn. Yuji's voice snapped me back to reality. 

"Aunt isn't home. She had to go somewhere and won't be back until morning. Ryo is upstairs in his room," Yuji explained casually.

I silently prayed that Sukuna would stay put, but my prayers went unanswered. Just a minute after we sat down, Sukuna appeared at the top of the stairs. His hair was tousled from sleep, and he wore a loose-fitting shirt and track shorts that clung to his muscular frame. He looked annoyingly sexy, with a just-woke-up look that made my heart skip a beat.

Yuji suggested playing a card game and invited Sukuna to join us. "Whatever," Sukuna muttered, sauntering over and plopping down on the couch. Yuji quickly ran up the stairs to get the deck. I immediately scooted as far from him as possible.

Sukuna noticed and smirked. "What, afraid of me now, princess?" he teased, his eyes glinting with amusement.

I glared at him. "Why would I be afraid of you?"

He chuckled darkly. "I like you better this way. Under my control, in fear. Submitting."

I felt a surge of anger but kept quiet, knowing that arguing would only amuse him further. Yuji took longer than expected to find the cards, and I silently prayed he would hurry up. I couldn't stand being alone with Sukuna any longer.

I observed him closely. He didn't have his usual arrogant demeanor and looked a bit off. His eyes had dark circles underneath, and it seemed like he hadn't been sleeping much. My curiosity got the better of me, and I stared at him a bit too long.

Sukuna caught me staring and smirked. "Like what you see?" he taunted, leaning closer.

"Fuck off," I snapped, trying to hide my embarrassment.

Just then, Yuji finally returned with the cards, and Sukuna backed off. I heaved a sigh of relief, which only made Sukuna smirk more. 

"Took you long enough," he fake-scolded Yuji.

Yuji looked apologetic. "Sorry, I couldn't find them," he said, giving Sukuna his best puppy dog eyes.

"Whatever," Sukuna huffed, and we began playing the game.

We played the game, and after a while, Sukuna declared he was heading back upstairs. Yuji pouted, but Sukuna ignored him and left. 

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

It was almost noon, and Yuji's stomach grumbled loudly.

He opened the fridge, looking for leftovers, but found nothing. "Aw, there's nothing to eat," he whined, slumping to the floor.

I felt a pang of sympathy. "I can cook something for you," I offered.

Yuji refused. "But you're a guest!"

I smiled. "It's fine, Yuji. This place is like my second home."

He jumped up in delight and hugged me. "Thank you, (Y/N)!"

The problem was, I didn't really know how to cook. Determined not to let Yuji down, I pulled out my phone and looked up a simple meal recipe—tamago kake gohan, a traditional dish made with rice and eggs. It seemed easy enough.

We started cooking together, laughing and playing around. I followed the instructions carefully, but somehow, everything went wrong. The kitchen became a disaster zone, rice and eggs everywhere. Yuji and I ended up laughing and playing, making an even bigger mess.

The ruckus drew Sukuna downstairs. He took one look at the chaos and exploded. 

"What the fuck did you two do?"

"We... tried to cook," I said weakly.

"You tried to destroy the kitchen," he corrected, his voice tight with anger. "Clean this up, now."

He watched us like a hawk as we cleaned, muttering about our incompetence. Despite his irritation, he started cooking a lavish meal—sushi, miso soup, tempura, and a beautiful arrangement of sashimi. His skill in the kitchen was impressive, and I couldn't help but admire him, even if I hated to admit it.

When the meal was ready, we sat down to eat. The food was incredible, better than anything I'd ever tasted. But I kept my compliments to myself, not wanting to inflate Sukuna's already massive ego.

As I chewed on a piece of tempura, I glanced at Sukuna. He met my eyes with a knowing smirk, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. I looked away, focusing on my plate.

The rest of the meal passed in silence, the tension between Sukuna and me palpable. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching me, waiting for something. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered again, a confusing mix of fear and excitement.

After we finished eating, Yuji and I went to the living room. Yuji plopped onto the couch, exhausted but happy. I joined him, feeling a strange sense of belonging despite everything.

"Thanks for the meal, Ryo," Yuji said, yawning.

Sukuna grunted in response, his eyes flickering to me. "Next time, don't try to cook. Just ask."

I nodded, my heart pounding. There was something in his gaze that made me uneasy, a promise of more to come.

As I sat there, I realized that despite everything, I was starting to get used to this strange dynamic. Sukuna's presence, as infuriating as it was, had become a constant in my life. And deep down, I knew that this was only the beginning.

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

After lunch, Sukuna silently went to clear the kitchen. Sukuna had always been a clean freak. It's a habit that I have seen in him since we were kids. It's strange how someone who likes to mess people's lives is so sensitive and careful about cleaning.

Yuji and I sat in the living room, and he talked to me animatedly, his excitement infectious. The contrast between Sukuna's brooding silence and Yuji's cheerful chatter was almost surreal. I tried to focus on Yuji, pushing away the lingering tension Sukuna always brought with him.

"Come on, (Y/N), I wanna show you something," Yuji said, tugging at my arm. He led me to his room, which was a chaotic yet charming mix of posters, sports equipment, and random trinkets. The walls were plastered with pictures of athletes and anime characters, and his shelves were lined with trophies and action figures.

"Impressive," I said genuinely, admiring his collection.

"Yeah, I love collecting these," Yuji beamed. "Ryo has something similar, but different."

My curiosity piqued. "Oh? What does Sukuna collect?"

Yuji nodded eagerly. "He collects these vintage horror movie posters and memorabilia. His room is like a shrine to all things creepy."

As he spoke, I noticed Sukuna standing in the doorway, watching me intently. A shiver ran down my spine at the sight of him. He stood there, expressionless, his gaze never leaving me.

"I'll be in my room if you need something. Don't bother asking me," he said flatly.

I rolled my eyes, but the tension lingered. "Yeah yeah." I muttered as he left.

It was almost evening, and I decided I needed to go home. Sunday meant university tomorrow, and the thought of another encounter with Sukuna under the same roof made me uneasy.

"I should get going, Yuji. I need to get home," I said, trying to sound firm.

But Yuji insisted. "Come on, (Y/N)! Stay the night. We'll have fun!"

"I really can't. I'm still in my track suit, and I don't have any comfortable clothes," I protested.

Yuji gave me those big puppy dog eyes that were impossible to resist. "I'll get you one of Auntie's dresses. Please?"

I sighed, knowing I was going to give in. "Fine. Just for tonight."

He grinned and led me to his aunt's room. It was neat and elegant, with soft, pastel colors and a cozy feel. Yuji rummaged through the wardrobe and pulled out a simple yet beautiful dress. It was a soft, flowing fabric, perfect for lounging.

"Here you go," he said, handing it to me. "Get freshened up, and I'll set up a movie for us."

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

As I headed downstairs after freshening up, I bumped into Sukuna. He was heading down as well, and our collision was anything but gentle.

"Watch where you're going," he snapped, his eyes narrowing.

"Sorry," I muttered, looking him over. He wore a tight black t-shirt and sweatpants that clung to his muscular frame. His tattoos were partially visible, snaking up his neck and down his arms, making him look even more intimidating.

We sat on the couch, and Yuji plopped onto the floor, looking through the movie options. I made sure to sit far from Sukuna, but he didn't say anything.

"Can't decide," Yuji said, handing the remote to Sukuna. "You pick."

Sukuna, ever the contrarian, chose a horror movie on Netflix—"The Conjuring."

Both Yuji and I groaned. "Seriously? Why not something light?" I complained.

"Don't be chickens," Sukuna said, smirking.

As the movie progressed, Yuji fell asleep halfway through, snoring softly on the floor. But I was still engrossed, even though I was scared out of my wits. Popcorn in hand, I found myself inching closer to Sukuna without realizing it. The next jumpscare had me practically in his lap.

"Chicken," he teased, his voice low and mocking.

"It's your fault," I shot back, my voice trembling.

Another jumpscare, and I grabbed onto him tightly. He chuckled darkly and opened his arm, inviting me to come closer. "Come here, and you won't be so scared."

I was too stubborn to give in, but another scare had me scooting even closer. Sukuna wrapped his arm around me, holding me firmly. I tried to free myself, but he didn't let go. I tried to pull away, but his grip was firm. I gave up, resigning myself to watching the movie while nestled against him. His presence, as intimidating as it was, offered a strange comfort.

As the movie progressed, I heard soft snores beside me. I turned to see Sukuna fast asleep, his face relaxed in sleep, a stark contrast to his usual scowl. His face relaxed and free of its usual hard edges. He looked almost peaceful. I tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he held on tight, mumbling something in his sleep.

"Mom... don't leave..."

The words were muffled, but they hinted at something. I didn't understand, but they sounded pained, like they came from a place of deep hurt. I stayed still, watching him. His tattoos seemed to tell a story of their own, and I found myself wondering about their meaning. I was tempted to touch the one on his face, but I held back.

Eventually, I drifted off to sleep as well, my head resting on Sukuna's shoulder, feeling a strange sense of safety despite everything.

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Hey there guys.

Here is the next chapter Hope you guyz are enjoying it so far and I m so so so so so sorry for updating this late. Actually I was going through some things but they are okay now. 

Anyways, enjoy the story.

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