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PATHETIC

TrueForm!Sukuna x fem!reader

A/n: Chapter 4 is finally here!

TW: gore, Violence, near death experience

chapter 3

Chapter 4: Nastja

You stood beside the other Maids in Sukuna’s throne room. Your legs were aching from standing three-hours long on the same spot.

Sukuna sat on his throne tapping on the arm rest out of boredom. 

This is new, normally Sukuna would have his way with the other maids either torturing them or fucking them like a rabbit in heat.

You were quite happy that he didn’t find you Interesting enough to share a bed with you.

You’re after all just the Butler, one of few.

You looked around the room hoping it will let the time move faster. You all were nervous. You could feel the fear and tension lingering across the air. 

watching this monster sitting calm on his throne, knowing exactly what he has done and what he is going to do. It made you angry. Oh, you hate him so much. 

He knows it. He knows how much you hate him. He watched you, and made you suffer so many times. It gave him pleasure, a type of pleasure he never tasted in a long time since the last great war. 

He wants more, more of you struggling with him. More of your plea that are heard just by him. It filled his cold heart with pleasure and desire. Desire to destroy more of your white painted world view. 

He got a taste of it and now can’t get enough. 

He tapped on a skull, thinking ways how to play with his little plaything. His eyes darted across the room and landed on you. He finds it amusing how you looked across his throne room with eyes of hate and disgust, it made him chuckle in content. 

The hate towards him and this damned lands, it excites him in every wrong way. His heart ached and clenched with pleasure. He started thinking of ways to turn those eyes of hate into a dark depression, he can’t wait to destroy you completely. 

The image made him licked his lips, as if he could already get a small taste of you and your sadness, anger, and despair. It excites him.

The door opened with a loud bang which echoed through the room. Your both attentions quickly shifted towards the Intruder. 

A young Man stepped forward his hair flowing with the rhythm of the cold air, to your surprise he was almost dancing towards Sukuna. 

He doesn’t look like a monster nor demon. His skin had a greyish undertone and his body had couple of stitches, he was also pretty small compared to Sukuna.

“Sukuna!” He shouted, which surprised you. ‘Do you want to die, little boy?’ You thought, he must be brave to talk to your Master that way. 

Sukuna groaned. 

His bored expression changed into an annoying one.  “Mahito.” He sneered, he’s pretty disgusted by the sight of him. 

“What are you doing here you little imp.” Sukuna popped the p from imp. The guy called Mahito started to laugh, “I went on a Mission, you sent me, and this is the thanks I get?” His tone was playful, but his eyes told a different story.

“I hoped that you’d die on that Mission.” Sukuna bit back, he swayed his hand commanding that you all should leave these two alone. 

Not with another thought you left quickly, it is a gift that you could leave this disgusting room of him. 

Your luck was held short. 

On the way towards your chamber, there was Nastja, great. She leaned on your door looking at her long nails and swayed them from side to side. 

She heard your footsteps and her face shifted towards your direction. “There you are. I’ve waited for you.” You raised your brows, “Never thought that the bitch would ever wait for me.” It was really surprising. You rarely see her in this side of the Castle.

“Don’t you dare to call me the Bitch. I’m not the one who needs help all the time from our Master.” The way she talked to you was pissing you off a little bit, but you got to stay calm. So, you shrugged her off pushing her aside to go to your chamber. 

The Bitch Nastja didn’t even waste a second thought and lunged at you with a feral growl. You both fell on the ground making you grunt at the impact. She targeted your hair and pulled harshly on them. 

Adrenaline pumped through your whole system, your body started to feel hot, and your heart started to beat fast.

Your face turned towards your attacker. You punched her right in the face making her fall back. 

You hissed as your hair was being pulled back at her force. She started to smirk heavily seeing the hurt in your expression. You laughed at her, “Did you really think a little hair tug would seriously injure me?” The question burned in Nastja’s mind, and her smile vanished. 

“You’ll regret that.” Her smirk was back at her annoying face, what did she plan?

Something shiny in her hands caught your attention, 

“A knife?” Her laughing echoed through your room, “Who’s laughing now?” now that’s dangerous, one wrong move and she could damage you very bad. 

She ran towards you swaying the knife wild around without any control nor scheme. She was screaming and her eyes didn’t even show any humanity anymore. And it scared you. 

Frantic you tried to dodge all her attacks, which was hard, sometimes it even broke skin. A cut on your cheek, Arm, or chest. You backed away trying to find a way out, no success. 

“Do you really think you can come here and play an important role? You saw what happened with your dear friend.” She laughed. The knife in her hand targets your neck, you moved away but to late. She sliced deep on the side of your neck. Your leg got stuck between your nightstand and the closet making you fall to the ground.

You tried to stop the bleeding. 

Your hand pressed on the injury on your neck.

Pressing hard. It hurts, so bad. 

Your breathing was hard, and the blood that started to fill your lungs making it hard to breath. 

You coughed blood, trying to get even a whiff of air that was surrounding you two. The blood colored your white carpet in a crimson deep red. 

Nastja’s eyes seemed to be in a panic spell and pleasure. “I did it.” She laughed loud “I fucking did it!” She jumped around, your vision started to get blurry. 

Stay awake, stay awake. 

Your heart ached and tears started to burn their way through your eyes. 

I can’t die here.

 While your attacker was celebrating her success, the knife fell out of her hand, the sound of metal and wood crashing together ringed in your ears. 

The knife. 

It was colored in fresh red, it’s like you can hear the slicing of meat and skin getting sliced into pieces. Everything around you started to blend in each other, everything except the knife. 

The ringing became more Violent making you grasp your head. The unbearable pain of the whispers and ringing makes you want to scream. 

Take….

Shaking your head in despair trying to filter the voices out. “Please stop..” It was a bare whisper. Nastja swung her head to the side, looking at you in rage. “You still can talk...” Her eyes showed rage but also somewhere in those crazy eyes there was pity. 

It indeed was scary and a horrible sight to see you crouching and leaning onto the ground, clutching your head. You were shaking uncontrollable.

Blood started dripping down from your neck and noises of your mere plea rang in Nastja’s ears. 

“Hey! Stop that…” A useless attempt. 

A piercing scream made Nastja shriek. Blood starts to drop out of your mouth, the neck wound showing its effects. 

Your whole body starts to burn and pulsate. 

Take it… 

You wanted it to stop. The iron taste in your mouth made you open your mouth slightly, to get rid of that nasty taste. Make it stop, please. Nastja wanted to run, her mind was screaming at her to move. Regards of all attempts, her body didn’t move. As if she was hypnotized.

Let go…

The burning feeling shifted towards her neck, the pain softly fades away, and everything went black.

…

Your body shifts under the futon, making you aware of how heavy your body feels. It felt like you lifted tons of heavy weight. 

You groaned when you sat up, rubbing your sore eyes. “What happened?” you can’t remember, it was all a messy blurr. Nastja and you were fighting, and then everything went black. “My neck?!” You quickly touched the once Injured neck, realizing that the wound is gone.

“How?”

…

“What happened, Nastja?”  His voice was chilling, making Nastja shake in fear. 

He scoffed. It’s taking way too long of his liking. “She- I-“Sukuna raised his eyebrow, “I’m not a fool imp.” 

Now it was a threat, he was getting impatient. “Master Sukuna, I didn’t say that you’re a fool.” He laughed bitterly, “Then answer my question. What. Happened?” Her breath hitched. “We had a little Disagreement.” She closed her eyes, fearing the backlash. 

“A little?” He laughed, “How can a little disagreement, almost kill somebody.” The sarcasm was spilling in his voice. 

His fist clenched around a bone, making it crack under the force of his merciless hand. 

Nastja hadn’t seen her Sukuna this mad before, why is he so Angry about a bitch? “I’m sorry.” Apologizing, it felt embarrassing. 

She fiddled with the hem of her kimono. 

Crack.

The bone shattered into many pieces, Nastja’s breath hitched out of fear. 

“Your Majesty!” the door sprung open revealing Mahito in all his shine. With a swift movement of his hand the guards took Nastja away into her chamber.

Nastja was more than relieved that the white guy saved her from her misery.

 “What now?” He asked Mahito not very pleased that the man infront of him came back. “I have good news!” Sukuna hums, signaling Mahito to continue. 

“That Woman, Y/n right? She’s awake and it seems that something inside of her starts to awaken. Something not human. If you’d allow us to do more research about this unknown power. We could-“

A zip sound was the only thing Mahito could hear before unbearable pain spread on his Arm. His stare moved from his Master down towards his arm. Or rather where the Arm Should be. 

“You’ll not lay a hand on my little plaything you freak. Let this be a warning.” 

Not human? That will be Interesting.

A/n: Hoped you enjoyed this chapter <3

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Dabi fan fiction

(part one)

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Prologue 

You and Dabi have known each other almost your whole life since you both attend the same school. You have always hated each other for some reason. You didn't know if it was all the countless people in your grade shipping you, the academic rivalry, or the sexual tension, but you’ve always had hatred for him. However, every once in a while you wondered if you hated him so much that you… loved him? No. you shake off the feeling every time. You had no time for love, especially Dabis. 

Earlier this year, a new overruling and improbable force has taken over your country's government. They decided there would be an annual purge where anyone could commit any crime for 24 hours. Unfortunately, it was scheduled for Friday, December 6th, which is a school day. An alarm would blare outside at 10 a.m. initiating the purge to begin. On that morning you woke up, got ready, and went to school forgetting the fact that it was the purge. 

Part 1

You sat in class like any other day when you heard an alarm blare outside. Your teacher tells the class to stay calm and continue working but soon the loudspeaker comes on and the principal calls for a lockdown. You hear gunshots and people screaming. Kids in your classroom are running out of the class and some even have knives or guns. You hear a gunshot that rings in your ears and when you look towards it you see your teacher shot in the head on the floor. Kids are shot and bleeding and you have no idea what's going on outside of your classroom. While all the commotion was happening you managed to run outside of the classroom. You saw a closet and instantly ran in closing the door behind you. You take a deep sigh and lock the door. However, it's completely dark in the room. 

Suddenly you feel a warm breath on your neck before you are suddenly grabbed from behind and before you can scream your mouth is covered by a hand. You are breathing heavily through your nose and clawing desperately at the hand on your mouth. You hear a chuckle that you easily recognize, before an all-too-familiar voice,

“Hiding are we?” he says and you are unable to place this person's voice when suddenly you feel a cold hilt against your throat and you whimper against the hand. You can practically hear the smirk when the person chuckles again and you realize... 

“D-Dabi?” you say, practically trembling, voice muffled by his hand.

"y/n?" he chuckles. He hadn't realized it was you. for a second you thought you he sounded almost worried, but instead he presses the knife harder against your throat. Then he suddenly turns you around just to thrust you against the door. You audibly gasp as you see his deep turquoise eyes meet yours in the dark. His face was so close to yours you could feel his breath on your face. He places one hand on the door beside your head and the other still holds the knife.

"Silly y/n..." he smirks. He lifts the knife and drags the edge of it from your jaw down the side of your neck. You breathe heavily.

"I was just looking for you..." he chuckles again, his smirk deepening. "You made it so easy... for me," he says as the knife reaches the base of your neck, leaving a trail of blood.

[tdlqsmov21]

Aporte por día 3 de la CherikWeek2024, enemystoLovers/reencarnación, AU donde son mafiosos que se odian a morir, pero en otra vida, su relación cambia.

[kinkard]

I’ll always choose you one bed plot to enemys to lovers

#fanfic #reader #enemystolovers #onebed

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Nobody said it was easy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/HiPh14v

by RemusneedsT

Henlo. I got a beautiful bestie who started putting HC of a trans* Remus into my head. I came to my pages and wrote a little but I feel if I don't finally blast something out to the internet it'll just sit there, will never get finished and just be forgotten. So I try to tend to this fic a few times a month hopefully.

If anything doesn't make sense to you, don't hesitate to ask. I recycle some of my OCs so I don't know how much they make sense in this one.

Please don't expect Fenrir to be a boogyman in this one. He is a man, a werewolf, a pack leader, still human. The Nerf did him dirty.

If you need help to pronounce one of my OCs Medb- its pronounced Mave, like Cave but with an M

Words: 2528, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans, Mary McDonald, Marlene McKinnon, Snivellus, The whole Hogwarts crew, Fenrir Greyback, Medb, Fynley, Myndal, Badger, David, the Whitshirepack

Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Remus/Badger, Fenrir/Medb, Fenrir/Fynley

Additional Tags: transRemus, Remustransitions, Remusafab, Remusftm, enemystolovers, theprankmakessensehere, siriusisacrankylilshithead, thetraumaofbeingawerewolfisntenough, howmanymarginalisedgroupscanyoubelongto, thetransitionintoawerewolfisnttheonlyone

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/HiPh14v

[shapard]

PATHETIC

Trueform!Sukuna x Fem!reader

TW: Mention of Needles and Injections, Angst, Mental breakdown, Violence, death, nudity

Chapter 2

Chapter 3:

Sukuna looked at you as if you’re stupid, “You little human pests are stupid after all, there were here for you. They wouldn’t attack me so shamelessly, it seemed they were also very surprised that I was here.”

He thought about it, why would they want to kill or capture you, you weren’t Important to him, it didn’t made sense unless they found out the same thing that he found out a while ago. He smirked and moved his head side to side his neck making cracking noise.

his mood clearly not amused.

Questions were running through your mind, “Why do they want me dead?” Your voice raised just like your panic. He let out a dark chuckle with a power that you only met once.

“It seemed that you forgot your manners, little pest.” He stepped towards you completely naked but that wasn’t the main Issue.

He looked at you angry and it scared you to the core. How could you just forget for one second who and what he is, a true monster. 

You bowed your head very quickly, but you weren’t fast enough for him. With a blink of an eye, he pushed your head under the water.

A shock screamed pierced through the halls and was cut off by the bubbling water.

The air in your lungs started to fade away, you tried to hold your breath but no success. Water slowly entered your lungs and nose, making it very painful.

You wanted to breath, you wanted air, but there was this pain. Why is it so painful? 

You started to move your hands to push him away, you need air or else you’ll die.

You wanted to grip on him or pleading him to spare you, pathetic. Maybe it was the best, you will rot in here, dead, or alive you’re stuck in here for the rest of you dumb and stupid life. Pathetic, right?

No use, no help, just pure luck was on your side. Your punches und attempts to push him away were beginning to get slower and slower and slower. 

Pain, is pain freedom? It hurts, so bad like the truth, is truth freedom?

What is the term trust?

Do we really trust the other?

If you do, you’ll most likely end up hurt. Pain, everyone knows it, betrayal, wounds, heart ache, Pain. It was all blurry, it reminds you how you lived your live. Living the same reality, doing the same mistakes and having the same routine.

You were living your useless live, but it felt like a blur. It was the same, you aren’t special, you are like everyone else.

It isn’t bad to die, who’ll miss you. You lost everything because of him, still you got distracted and forgot his doing. How could you? Living a lie is easy, but the truth, you hid from it, and you knew it. Your eyes are tired and sore, closing them would do no harm, right?

Your body was lifted from your head, where he holds you, you were thrown into the wall with a harsh force, a sharp pain crawled on your chest and back.

You started to cough and push the water out of your lungs, to push the pain away, but is this fare? “The next time you aren’t this lucky pest.” It seemed like the world has stopped at these words. You wanted to die at that moment, why didn’t you let it happen? Because you were pathetic, fear.

It was fear of the new. You be damned feeling this type of way.

Your breathing was slow, you could hear it and your heartbeat was beating crazy.

It was so loud.

You couldn’t even hear Sukuna’s heavy footsteps anymore. You’re tired, your lungs still burned from the water that was in it. The water felt like burning lava in your lungs, it still hurts.

You shifted onto your back and tried to steady your breathing. You opened your eyes when you felt a blanket thrown on your naked body. And then it hits you, you were naked. 

You shot up, wincing as you head started to ache. It felt like your head was being split in two. You closed your eyes to minimize the pain.

“Y/n?” you hissed at the sudden voice which started to ring in your ears. Fatmanur rushed to your side, “What happened to you?” she whispered screamed.

You shifted back to your side, groaning at the high voice from Fatmanur. “Can you- please stop talking” you coughed in between the sentence.

Fatmanur tried to help you up and you pushed her off you. “I’m just here to help you Y/n really, I don’t know what happened to you but just let me help. She tried to soothe you but no success.

Your consciousness started to fade away. „It’s okay. Close your eyes, you’re safe.” Fatmanur knew that you would pass out any second. When your conscious started to fade, Fatmanur carried you in the nurse room.

The Nurses weren’t happy about the unwelcomed guest. Fatmanur was frantic and begging for help, but the nurses didn’t even move an inch. Disgusted by the humans Infront of them.

Some of the nurses were laughing while few were worrying about you. “How foolish.” The doctor announced as he went to the room chuckling.

“You humans, foolish and worthless.” The doctor laughed, looking at Fatmanur then at your pass out form. He gritted his teeth, anger flowing through his body, and he act on impulse. Before Fatmanur could process a vase flew at her feet, bursting in all directions.

Blood started to drip on the ground, a sharp piece of glass slit through her soft skin. Fatmanur gasps at the sudden pain on her abdomen, the Injury wasn’t bad but can be dangerous at a place like this.

Fatmanur acted quickly and put some pressure on the wound, she didn’t lose a lot of blood. 

The doctor Shaked his head, “I can help you, and I will. When you give me what I want.” He walked towards Fatmanur kicking on the wound. Fatmanur winced at the sudden pain in her hand and abdomen.

“What do you want?” She asked the male Infront of her with a groan, he laughed. The doctor crouched down and was now on her eye level. He started licking his lips in a sexual way.

A slap echoed through the room, Fatmanur was lying on her forearm on the ground, protecting her head from Injuries. Tears started to brim in her eye socket. “I want you to become my dear puppet. Working for me, earn for me, serve for me, and worship me.”

As the doctor was talking, Fatmanur was still taken aback by the sudden slap and pain on her left cheek, she still could feel the handprint on her cheek. 

Fatmanur looked at the doctor than at you, the answer was simple. “No.” the silence was loud.

The doctor started to laugh hysterical. “I think you didn’t hear me right.” He smiled kindly and sat right next to her. His right hand found its way to her cheek stroking it softly. A scream of pain followed, and the nurses were closing their eyes not wanting to see the mess.

A knife, so small and dangerous to end a life so quickly. And a knife sitting perfect in Fatmanur, already injured abdomen. 

Her breathing started to slow down, and her heartbeat was increasing. “When I pull this knife out, you’ll die in less than two hours. So, what are you going to do?”

…

You woke up by a sharp pain in your head wincing at the sudden light that hit your view. “Oh, so you’re awake?” An unfamiliar voice spoke out. A woman stood Infront of you, she had short black hair. She has a beautiful face you can’t deny that.

“Where am I?” you didn’t know your surroundings, so it was clear you never were here before. “You’re in the nursery, A girl brought you here last night. Quite the mess yesterday.”

Now you Remember. Fatmanur was there when you passed out, and she helped you. You smiled knowing that she’s your first real friend and trust full at that.

You’re very grateful to have her, so you must thank her later for saving your ass. You looked outside of the window, asking yourself what mess the lady meant.

“Is she okay?” Was she in trouble because she was helping you? Did Sukuna scold her doing because he wanted to see me suffer. “She’s dead.” No, she must be lying.

“you’re lying.”

Your focus was all on the woman. Her devil tail started to swing side to side, her excitement growing each second. “Why should I lie about some mutt dying. She died in a really dumb by the way. Only wanted to get help for you but was met with Mahito’s bad mood swings…” 

shut up, shut up, shut up shut up. She can’t be dead. You’re lying, lying! You’re a stupid demon and a Liar. 

“…Her death wasn’t even quick…” 

Shut up. 

“…You should’ve seen her stupid face…” 

Liar, all what you demons can do is lying. 

“She begged to get spared.” 

Shut up. 

“…Then he made her high hopes…” 

You, Monster, just shut up. 

“He just pulled the knife out and let her bleed out for almost three hours!” 

Monster 

Her laugh ringed in your ears. Shut up, shut up, shut up “Shut up!” you screamed with all the pain and power that you had left.

A force hit the demon woman, making her fly against the brick from the castle. She coughed out blood and looked at you in pure horror. Your eyes were glowing in a deep crimson red, like blood.

You took deep, uncontrolled breaths, fluttering your eyes and they changed into their normal e/c. Black blood was covering the floor like a carpet. Disgusting.

Black blood from demons were unholy and dirty. It shows the nature from the demons, ugly from the outside and from the inside. A shaky breath escaped you with a crying sob.

Guards were rushing towards the demon looking for further injuries on her body. Soon after Nastja came running towards the demon. “Mai! What happened to you?” She sounded worried and concern, something that you never would’ve imagined from the bitch.

“You!” She shouted and pointed at you. Running towards you with a butter knife, ready to attack. She was stopped by one of the guards. They were holding her wrist very tightly. She tried to pull away, letting the butter knife go in the process. 

“Let me go you jerks!” she screamed. It was too loud, way too loud. A guy with greyish hair walked inside.

Letting out a groan at the scene Infront of him. “My, Mai might explain to me what happened. I’m leaving you alone for an hour and there’s already drama.” He seemed genuine annoyed about the woman named Mai.

“And bring this annoying human out of my patient room.” The guard dragged Nastja out of the door, her screaming was heard even after ten minutes.

Mai stood up completely recovered, clearly healing faster than a human ever will. “Mahito this patient of yours is insane, it’s all her fault.” Shut up. The guy sighed, “You’re right Mai, but that’s my job as the doctor.” 

Doctor… Mahito was the doctor, the doctor that killed Fatmanur just because he felt like it. The doctor…

” You’re the doctor.” You asked monotone, not giving a damn that he probably saved your live.  He nods, proud of himself. The rage you felt was uncontrollable, like a fire burning in your whole body.

It hurts, like the water that was in your lungs, burning deep till bathe last drop entered your body like an wildfire.

Mahito realized the change in your body language and the heavy air in the room. He pulled out a needle and rammed it in your neck, putting you into a deep slumber.

“Interesting…” He seemed to be impressed by the changes in your body, your body seemed stronger. Not only in physical but also in your immune System.

“It seems that whatever happened to her activate something in her.” He spoke to himself, completely ignoring the still bleeding, Mai. 

…

“You wanted to talk, demon?” Sukuna looked down at Mahito showing that he clearly isn’t pleased by the demon standing Infront of him.

Sukuna hated Mahito with all his passion. The only reason he kept him in the Palast was that he was his personal rag doll and punching bag.

“This girl Y/n.” Sukuna clicked his tongue, completely pissed, “I already know that she’s almost dead are dead.” He scratched with one of his nails a deep scratch in the expensive wood armrest.

“I’m sorry my lord, but that’s not the case. She’s healthy and good in shape.” Mahito pressed his forehead more on the ground.

Sukuna looked down at Mahito, surprised at the news. “Oh?” Sweat dropped down at the ground, Mahito was terrified, one wrong move and his head would decorate the black floor. 

“Is that all?” Mahito started to shake heavily, the sudden mood shift in his voice was terrifying. The Venom dripped with every word that he has spoken. “Of course, not my lord.”

“Interesting.”

…

This time you woke up in your own bed, not a trace left behind from Mai and Mahito. Your feelings where overwhelming and at the same time you felt nothing, just the void.

You were Angry at them, at yourself. You were sad and in despair.

 terrified how this will continue. You cried, the ache in your heart was too much. It felt someone was crushing your heart from inside out.

You didn’t understand why, why you, why now. Why her? Why are you crying, it just shows that you’re weak.

You’re weak and lost. In the dark all alone, with no one left besides yourself in this shit hell you now called home. But wasn’t hell there to punish the sinners? What can you a mere human do?

For her.

You could destroy his world, like he did with yours and leave this hell by burning him down. By Burning them all.

He shall burn in his own ashes, in his own regret. He shall swim in his own blood, sweat and tears. You should make him suffer. And that’s by ruining his plan.

Oh, how you hate him, that man that calls himself king of curses, or king of Demons. He’ll regret making you suffer.

“Oh Lord Sukuna, I’ll crush you and break you with your own rules.”

How much you hate him, this Man.

How much you'll make him Regret.

A/n: Ah, the moody Sukuna.

chapter 4