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Sukuna x Fem Reader [Modern Era]

Part 2 ( Part 1 ) Summary: you and sukuna are mafie couple Warnings: sukuna is asshole, toxic relationship, humiliation , cannibalism, bit darks so yeah. a lot of mistakes too. A/T: Hope you like it <3

Uraume had been stressed out of his mind with everything that had been going on. Sukuna had been arrested, many of the secret warehouses had been raided and seized by the FBI, and to top everything off, Sukuna was in his ear screaming at him to get him to speak to his wife—you.

He had known Sukuna his whole life and had been serving him for as long as he could remember. He was his representative and lawyer when it came to legal and financial matters. But he had never seen Sukuna this possessed. Sukuna wasn't worried about going to jail or even getting a death sentence; he was more worried about not seeing you or how you were. He had been in custody for four days now and hadn't seen you for that long.

The officers and everyone could see that Sukuna was getting more and more aggressive. He had already bitten someone's ear, stabbed, and put two officers in a coma.

Uraume sat in his office, his head in his hands, feeling the weight of the world crushing down on him. The phone on his desk buzzed, and he reluctantly answered it, knowing who it would be.

"Uraume, get me to speak to her. Now," Sukuna's voice boomed through the receiver, filled with a barely contained rage.

"I'm trying, Sukuna. They're not making it easy," Uraume replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "They know what you want, and they're using it against you."

"I don't care! Make it happen, or I'll tear this place apart," Sukuna growled, and Uraume could hear the sound of something crashing in the background.

"I'll do my best," Uraume said, knowing it wasn't enough but hoping it would buy him some time. He hung up the phone and took a deep breath, trying to think of a solution.

He knew he had to get you to Sukuna, or at least get a message to you. Sukuna's aggression was escalating, and it was only a matter of time before things got even more out of hand. Uraume had always been loyal to Sukuna, but this situation was testing his limits.

He picked up the phone again and dialed a number, hoping the person on the other end would be able to help. "It's Uraume. I need a favor," he said when the line connected. "I need to get a message to Sukuna's wife."

Meanwhile, in the holding cell, Sukuna paced like a caged beast. The officers watched him warily, knowing how dangerous he was. He had already caused enough havoc to make them all nervous, and his anger was only growing.

"Hey, Ryomen, calm down," one of the officers called out, trying to keep the situation under control.

"Calm down? You have no idea what you're dealing with," Sukuna snarled, his eyes flashing with fury. "I want to see my wife. Now."

The officer backed off, not wanting to provoke him further. They had been trying to use his desire to see you as leverage, but it was becoming clear that it was a dangerous game.

Uraume's contact finally came through, and he received a message confirming that a face-to-face meeting had been arranged. He rushed to the detention center, hoping it wasn't too late.

When he arrived, he was met with suspicious looks from the officers. "I have a meeting arranged for Sukuna," he said, trying to keep his voice calm and professional.

After some deliberation, they led him to a room where Sukuna was waiting. As soon as he saw Uraume, Sukuna's eyes lit up with a dangerous intensity.

"Where is she?" he demanded.

"She's on her way," Uraume replied, trying to calm him down. "Just hold on a moment."

Minutes felt like hours as they waited. The tension in the room was palpable, with officers standing by, ready for anything. Sukuna's fists were clenched, his eyes never leaving the door.

Finally, the door opened, and you were escorted in. As soon as Sukuna saw you, his expression softened, and he took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. The officers kept a close watch, but gave you some space.

You moved towards Sukuna, and he reached out, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice a mixture of concern and relief.

"I'm fine, Sukuna," you replied, holding him tightly.

"Can I not talk to her in private?" Sukuna asked, his voice carrying a dangerous edge as he looked at the officers.

The officers exchanged wary glances. One of them stepped forward. "You know we can't do that, Sukuna. We have protocols to follow."

Sukuna's grip on you tightened, his frustration evident. "Just a few minutes. That's all I'm asking," he said, his voice growing colder. "Do you really want to see what happens if I don't get that?"

The officer hesitated, clearly weighing the risks. After a moment, he nodded. "Alright, five minutes. But we'll be right outside. Any funny business, and this meeting is over."

Sukuna nodded curtly, and the officers stepped out, closing the door behind them. As soon as they were gone, Sukuna turned to you, his expression serious.

"Uraume thinks they have too much evidence. The sentencing will be too long," he said, his voice low and controlled.

"What are your plans then, Sukuna?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest.

"When the trial is over, I will break out. I have people who can take the fall, but we will have to go underground," he explained, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Is that going to work?" you questioned, a mixture of hope and fear in your voice.

"It will work," Sukuna replied with a steely determination. "I've planned for every contingency. We just need to be ready to move quickly. Once we're out, we'll disappear. New identities, new lives."

You nodded, trying to steady your nerves. "What do I need to do?"

"Stay low, stay out of trouble. Trust Uraume and follow his instructions to the letter. When the time comes, he'll get you to me," Sukuna said, his hand squeezing yours reassuringly. "We've been through worse. We'll get through this too."

You took a deep breath, drawing strength from his confidence. "I trust you, Sukuna. I'll be ready."

He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. "We will survive this. I promise."

The door opened, and the officers stepped back in. Sukuna gave you one last intense look, a silent promise in his eyes.

As you were escorted out, you held onto that promise.

<^> One week later

As instructed, you kept a low profile, even though reporters and YouTubers swarmed outside your big mansion. You could see them trying to get any photos of you or anyone associated with you.

Somehow, you had become an aesthetic and fashionista icon simply by being the wife of a mafia boss. Your dark and mysterious identity only fueled people's curiosity. They wanted to know more, but they couldn't find anything. They were a bunch of editors and wannabes, desperate for any scrap of information.

While you stayed inside your big house, you had been feeling sick beyond belief. You were constantly throwing up, feeling tired, and just overall down. At first, you thought it was your untreated depression finally catching up to you. With Sukuna gone, the only thing holding it at bay had vanished, and now it had come to finish its job.

But no. There was something else.

After another bout of nausea, you decided to reach out to a trusted family doctor, Geto Suguru. The symptoms were too intense and persistent to ignore. Suguru arrived quickly and conducted a series of tests. When the results came back, you were in for a shock.

You were pregnant.

The realization did not hit you until everyone had left and you were alone in the dark room outside the balcony. You touched your stomach, feeling the undeniable truth—there was a baby growing inside you.

You didn’t know if Sukuna would be happy or if he would even feel anything. Some people might not feel safe having Sukuna’s child, but then again, you were just as insane and unpredictable as he was. Despite everything, you were determined to keep this baby.

The thought of telling him while he was imprisoned seemed too cruel, and you knew that sharing the news now might only add to his distress.

Your decision was made. You would keep the baby and wait to tell him. The news, though profoundly significant, would have to be kept from him for now. It was a difficult choice, but you believed it was the best way to protect both him and the child.

<^>

2:46 AM

"OPEN THE DOOR NOW! OPEN THE DOOR NOW!"

The deafening shouts jolted you awake, your heart hammering against your ribcage. The room was cloaked in darkness, the silence of the night shattered by the intrusive commands. Disoriented and confused, you fumbled to sit up in bed, your mind racing to understand what was happening.

Before you could react, the door to your bedroom was forcibly thrown open, and a squad of men in military uniforms stormed in. Their boots pounded against the floor, the harsh lights from their flashlights cutting through the gloom. The sudden intrusion left you paralyzed with fear, your nightgown doing little to shield you from the cold reality of the situation.

In your efforts to avoid drawing too much attention, you had scaled back on many of your bodyguards, and now you deeply regretted that decision with every fiber of your being. The once-secure walls of your home felt like they were closing in on you, turning your sanctuary into a prison.

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP NOW! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"

The command was harsh and urgent, piercing through the haze of confusion and fear that had enveloped you. You raised your hands in compliance, your movements trembling with a mix of terror and disbelief. Before you could fully process what was happening, one of the men roughly grabbed your leg, yanking you out of bed with a force that made your heart race.

There were at least eight of them, each clad in military uniforms and exuding an intimidating presence. And there was only one of you. The disparity felt suffocating, amplifying the fear and helplessness you were experiencing.

"You are under arrest, ma'am. Anything you say can and will be used against you," one officer stated firmly as they turned you over onto your stomach. You could barely manage to stifle a sob as they secured your wrists behind your back with handcuffs. The roughness of their movements contrasted sharply with your own vulnerability; your body shook uncontrollably.

Your nightgown, a flimsy garment barely suited for the heat of the night, clung to you ineffectively. The lack of adequate clothing left you feeling exposed and painfully aware of every gaze upon you. Barefoot and disheveled, with your hair a wild tangle from the night, you felt utterly diminished.

They escorted you out of the house, your feet hitting the cold, hard concrete with every step. The cacophony of news reporters outside was deafening, their cameras flashing and their voices calling out questions you couldn’t answer. Each flash of light felt like a spotlight on your humiliation, and the barrage of questions only added to your mounting anxiety.

You tried to shield your face with your hands, but it was futile. The swarm of reporters seemed to close in, capturing every moment of your distress. The glare of the cameras and the relentless clicking of shutters seemed to blur together, intensifying your sense of invasion and vulnerability.

As you were led away, the weight of the handcuffs, the cold concrete beneath your feet, and the stares of countless onlookers felt almost unbearable. The entire world seemed to close in around you, and all you could do was focus on putting one foot in front of the other, despite the overwhelming dread and shame that clung to you like a second skin.

<^>

On the other side of the city, Sukuna was meticulously orchestrating his escape. The gravity of the situation had reached a boiling point. Every detail of his plan had to be flawless, as there was no room for error. His eyes burned with a fierce determination as he reviewed his strategy, driven by an urgency that eclipsed everything else.

The transfer to another station was both a challenge and an opportunity. Sukuna knew that it was now or never. The trial, the mounting evidence, the relentless pressure—it was all converging, and he couldn't afford to wait any longer. He had to act before the walls closed in completely.

His trusted allies were already in place, each responsible for a specific aspect of the escape plan. They were prepared to act on his command, ready to execute their roles with precision.

He had chosen the moment of the transfer as the critical juncture. The logistics of moving him from one facility to another would create an opportunity for chaos, and Sukuna intended to exploit it to the fullest. Timing was everything; the guards, the transport vehicles, the schedules—they all had to be perfectly synchronized.

His transfer would be happning in the middle of the night and he knews the darkness more then any of them.

Sukuna’s escape unfolded in a precise and explosive manner. The night was eerily quiet as the transfer convoy, a small fleet of armored vehicles, began its journey across the city. The vehicles were heavily guarded, but Sukuna’s allies had anticipated every detail.

In the shadows of an abandoned warehouse, Sukuna’s team awaited their signal. At precisely 2:00 AM, the sound of distant explosions echoed through the streets. A series of controlled blasts—set off at strategic points along the route—created chaos and confusion.

As the convoy slowed to a halt, the guards scrambled to assess the situation. Smoke and debris filled the air, obstructing their view. Sukuna’s team moved quickly, their movements were coordinated and efficient. They used the chaos to their advantage, launching a well-orchestrated assault on the convoy.

Sukuna, shackled but defiant, was swiftly freed by his loyalists. The armored doors of the transport vehicle were blown open with a powerful charge, and Sukuna was pulled out amidst the chaos. He moved with the confidence of a man who had planned every detail, his imposing presence cutting through the confusion.

In the ensuing skirmish, the guards were overpowered. Sukuna’s allies handled the situation with ruthless efficiency, neutralizing any resistance. A getaway vehicle—a sleek, black van—was positioned just outside the perimeter of the chaos. Sukuna was ushered inside, the vehicle’s engine roaring to life as it sped away.

The convoy’s wreckage and the disarray it caused served as a perfect distraction. As the city’s sirens wailed in the distance, Sukuna’s van vanished into the darkness, merging seamlessly with the night.

By the time law enforcement arrived, the area was deserted, save for the remnants of the skirmish. Sukuna was already far from the scene, on his way to a hidden safehouse where he would regroup.

Sukuna arrived at the hidden safehouse, his mind racing with the next steps of his plan. The building was a fortress, meticulously prepared for such a contingency. The door swung open to reveal his trusted allies, their faces etched with relief and apprehension.

"Where is she?" Sukuna’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble as he stepped inside. His gaze swept across the room, scanning the faces of those who had been waiting for his arrival.

The atmosphere was thick with tension. His allies shifted uneasily, their eyes darting away from his intense stare.

Uraume, who had been his closest confidant and right-hand man, stepped forward hesitantly. His expression was one of guilt and discomfort. “Sukuna, I—”

“Where is she?” Sukuna’s tone grew sharper, his impatience evident. The urgency in his voice was unmistakable, the underlying threat clear.

Uraume’s eyes flickered to the floor, unable to meet Sukuna’s gaze. “She’s not here.”

“What do you mean she’s not here?” Sukuna’s voice was a low growl, his anger barely contained. “I told you to keep her safe.”

“We had no choice,” Uraume stammered, his voice trembling. “The authorities raided her location just before we could bring her here. They took her.”

The room fell into a stunned silence as Uraume’s words settled over everyone. Sukuna’s face twisted in fury, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity. “How could this happen? You were supposed to protect her.”

“We tried,” Uraume pleaded. “But they were too fast. We couldn’t get to her in time. She’s—she’s been taken.”

Uraume pulled his phone from his pocket, his hands shaking slightly as he navigated to the trending news. He turned the screen towards Sukuna, who took it with a growing sense of dread.

On the screen, the footage was raw and unfiltered. You, his wife, were shown in a state of vulnerability he could barely stomach. The news clips displayed you being dragged out of your home, barefoot and clad only in a nightgown. The humiliation you endured was broadcasted for everyone to see.

Sukuna's eyes widened as he saw the reporters and law enforcement officers surrounding you, their faces a mixture of shock and disdain. You were trying to shield your face, a gesture that only drew more invasive attention from the cameras. The footage captured the derision and mocking laughter of the onlookers, further amplifying your distress.

The sight of you exposed and mistreated ignited a storm of fury within Sukuna. His face hardened, his breath coming in sharp, controlled bursts. Each chuckle and sneer from the crowd felt like a personal affront. His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to contain his rage.

This was the reason he hated people. Every last one of them. Sukuna had never seen himself as human to begin with. All those filthy pigs needed to be wiped out for even looking at you. He couldn't even imagine how scared you must have been.

You were his only equal in this lifetime. He was a god, and you were his wife. His. So why were they touching you?

The thought alone drove him to the brink of madness. Sukuna paced the room, his mind a whirlwind of anger and dark promises. The image of you, vulnerable and mistreated, was seared into his memory. His fists clenched and unclenched, the need for violent retribution burning in his veins.

"Uraume," Sukuna called, his voice a low growl. "I want everyone involved in her capture found. Every last one of them."

Uraume nodded, knowing better than to question his master in this state. "We'll find them, Sukuna."

Sukuna's eyes gleamed with a deadly resolve. "They will pay. I'll make sure of it."

He paused, staring out of the window into the night. The darkness outside mirrored the storm within him. He could feel the weight of his power, the urge to unleash it upon those who dared to harm you. The world would tremble before him; they would know the wrath of Sukuna Ryomen.

"They think they can touch a god's wife and walk away unscathed," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "They'll learn the hard way."

With one last look at the news footage, Sukuna made a silent vow. He would tear apart anyone who had a hand in your suffering. He would not rest until you were safe and those responsible were obliterated. His fury would be their downfall, and his love for you, his strength.

<^>

What followed was Sukuna going to war. He had made up his mind: either he was going to get you back, or this city was burning down with everyone in it.

Everyone knew that Sukuna was the ultimate boss. Even the police and judges were well-paid by him. He had people everywhere. He gave the police ten hours to decide which option they preferred: let you go or let the city be thrown into chaos. Their little civilized brains hadn't caught up to the reality that if they didn't do what he said, it wasn't going to be pretty.

His message was clear, relayed through every channel he controlled. The underworld buzzed with the impending storm, while the city’s law enforcement scrambled, torn between duty and survival.

"Ten hours," Sukuna growled into the phone, his voice cold and menacing. "Either release her, or I turn this city into a war zone."

In the police headquarters, chaos reigned. Officers whispered amongst themselves, fear evident in their eyes. The commissioner, pale and sweating, stared at the clock, knowing time was running out.

"Sukuna's not bluffing," one of the senior officers said, his voice trembling. "He has the power to do it. We all know that."

"We can't just give in to him," another argued, though his voice lacked conviction.

Meanwhile, Sukuna mobilized his forces. Streets were lined with his men, heavily armed and ready to unleash hell. Strategic points throughout the city were rigged to explode, should it come to that. His allies in high places subtly withdrew their support from the police, leaving them isolated and vulnerable.

"Uraume," Sukuna commanded, "ensure our men are ready. We move as soon as the deadline passes."

Uraume nodded, already coordinating the efforts. "Everything is in place, Sukuna. The city is ours for the taking."

As the hours ticked away, the tension grew palpable. The police commissioner received calls from terrified city officials, urging him to comply with Sukuna's demands. The dilemma was stark: bow to a criminal or face unprecedented destruction.

The deadline approached, and the city held its breath. Sukuna stood poised, a god of wrath ready to strike. He knew they wouldn't risk the destruction he promised. They would have to release you.

Finally, with mere minutes to spare, the commissioner made the call. "Release her," he ordered, defeated. "We can't afford to lose the city."

Within moments, the news reached Sukuna. His expression remained stoic, but a dangerous glint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. "Prepare for her return," he instructed Uraume. "And make sure the city knows—this is what happens when they cross me."

As you were brought to the edge of the city, you saw the devastation that had almost been unleashed. Sukuna’s men surrounded you, their presence a testament to his power and influence. You were quickly escorted to a waiting car, and as you settled into the seat, the reality of your situation began to sink in.

The car sped through the city, and within minutes, you were reunited with Sukuna. His fierce, protective embrace enveloped you, his rage barely contained.

"I'm here," you whispered, trying to calm him. "I'm safe."

He held you tighter, his voice a low growl. "They’ll pay for what they did to you. Every last one of them."

And as the city slowly returned to its uneasy peace, everyone knew that Sukuna Ryomen was a force to be reckoned with, a god among men who would stop at nothing to protect what was his.

"Did they do anything to you, Y/N?" Sukuna's voice was a low growl, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "I swear if you lie to me..."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "No, Sukuna," you said softly. "They didn’t hurt me. They just wanted information. They were rough, but they didn't...do anything else."

His grip on you tightened, his anger palpable. "If you’re lying to protect them, I’ll find out, and they’ll wish they were never born."

"I'm not lying," you assured him, placing a hand on his cheek. "I’m okay. They tried to intimidate me, but that didn't work."

Sukuna took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, shielding you from prying eyes. Then, with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with his earlier rage, he lifted you in a bridal carry.

"We will kill all of them," he vowed, his voice cold and deadly. "I hate it when filth looks at you."

You nestled into his chest, feeling the reassuring thud of his heartbeat. Despite the chaos surrounding you, there was an odd comfort in his embrace. Sukuna's fierce protectiveness was a double-edged sword, but in this moment, it was exactly what you needed.

"Are you okay, love?" you asked,

"Don't worry about me, woman. I am fine," Sukuna replied, his tone firm but with a hint of softness reserved only for you.

"Okay, okay," you nodded, trying to calm your racing heart. "What are we going to do, Sukuna?"

"We'll have to go underground for a while," he said, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if planning his next move. "Or we can go to Japan. You pick."

You took a deep breath, considering the options. Both paths had their dangers, but with Sukuna by your side, you knew you could face anything. "Let's go to Japan," you decided. "It's time to start over, somewhere they won't find us."

Sukuna nodded, a glint of approval in his eyes. "Japan it is, then." He held you closer, his grip protective and reassuring. "I have some unfinished business there anyway."

<^> Two days later

You were packed and ready to go. Everything here was finished, and before Sukuna and you left, he made sure to remind his little fan club followers that he was still in charge. "If anything happens, let me know, and I’ll be back," he told them, his tone leaving no room for doubt. Even though you two were leaving, Sukuna's influence remained unshaken, a force to be reckoned with.

Sitting in the safehouse living room, you watched the news, which seemed to be all about you. Even the petty celebrity channels were discussing the cost of your nightgown and how your messy bedhead had become a trend on TikTok. You felt a mixture of emotions, wanting to cry and laugh at the same time. How could people be such idiots?

Sukuna walked in, noticing your expression. "What’s so funny?"

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Just the absurdity of it all. They’re turning everything into a spectacle."

He snorted, sitting down next to you. "Let them. They have no idea what’s really going on."

You leaned into him, feeling a rare moment of calm amidst the chaos. "How is the cover-up story coming along?"

He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your neck and inhaling your scent. "Good," he murmured against your skin. "They will apologize to us by name for falsely accusing and wrongfully arresting us."

You sighed, relief washing over you. "That’s a start. But what about everything else? The loose ends?"

Sukuna's expression hardened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "We’ll tie them up. Do not worry about anything. I took you out of this life for a reason. I do not want you to be part of it. Got it? Just sit and be my wife."

You met his gaze, feeling the intensity of his resolve. "I understand, Sukuna. I trust you."

His expression softened slightly, and he kissed your forehead. "Good. Focus on us, on our life. Leave the rest to me."

You nodded, having trusted him fully ever since you met him. This was no different. Kissing his cheek softly, you murmured, "I have a big surprise for you when we get to Japan."

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity breaking through his stern demeanor. "Oh? And what might that be?"

You smiled mysteriously, leaning closer. "You'll just have to wait and see."

For a moment, the intensity in his eyes softened, replaced by a flicker of anticipation. "I look forward to it, then," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But until then, stay close to me."

<^>

The journey was far from pleasant. Despite the luxury of the private jet—a gift from Sukuna on a random Thursday—it was a rough ride. You felt nauseous and unwell, every bump and shake in the air adding to your discomfort. The opulence of the jet did little to alleviate your unease, though Sukuna had spared no expense in ensuring you traveled in style.

Sukuna, ever the perfectionist, had arranged this jet because he couldn't bear the thought of you traveling with anyone but the highest standard. The idea of you being exposed to the common experience of commercial flights was, in his view, unthinkable. You deserved nothing but the best, and he was determined to provide it.

As you lay back in the plush seats, surrounded by the jet’s elegant decor, Sukuna watched over you with a mix of concern and affection. His desire to shield you from every discomfort, no matter how trivial, was clear.

He approached you, a glass of water in hand, his gaze softening as he saw the weariness in your eyes. "Here, drink this. It’ll help."

You accepted the water gratefully, managing a weak smile. "Thank you, Sukuna. It's just been a tough trip."

He sat beside you, his presence a comforting weight. “I know,” he said gently. “We’ll get there soon, and everything will be better. Just hang in there a little longer.”

Leaning onto his lap, you asked, “By the way, what do you mean when you say you have unfinished business here?”

Sukuna’s hand gently stroked your hair as he spoke. “Unfinished business means there are things in Japan that I need to handle before we can move forward. There are old scores to settle and people who need to be reminded of their place. It’s not just about us; it’s about making sure everything is in order before we truly start anew.”

His tone was calm but carried an edge of seriousness. He shifted slightly, ensuring you were comfortable. “I want you to focus on feeling better. The rest will be taken care of.”

"Yes, sir," you replied, your voice soft but resolute.

<^>

As soon as you set foot in the grand entrance of your new house, you rushed to the nearest bathroom and collapsed by the toilet. The nausea that had plagued you during the flight intensified with the sudden change of environment.

You threw up, your body convulsing as you emptied the contents of your stomach. The sounds of concern from the people escorting you and Sukuna filtered through the door, their worried murmurs growing louder.

Sukuna, hearing the commotion, stormed into the bathroom, his face a mix of fury and concern. Seeing you in such distress, his anger turned toward the staff.

"How dare you show her this monstrosity! This place is clearly causing her more distress!" he roared, his voice echoing off the marble walls.

As you leaned against the sink, the last remnants of your nausea fading, you heard Sukuna's furious shouting echoing through the house. His rage was directed at the staff, his voice booming and harsh.

"Call the doctors, you useless cunts! Can’t you do one thing right?" His anger reverberated through the marble halls, making the situation even more unbearable.

With a deep, weary sigh, you rinsed your mouth and wiped your face, smudged mascara streaking down your cheeks. Exhaustion and frustration washed over you. Sukuna’s shouting only added to your stress, making the whole experience even more overwhelming.

“Shut the fuck up, Sukuna, and come here right now!” you snapped, your voice cutting through his rage. Despite his imposing presence, Sukuna found himself momentarily subdued by your commanding tone. He knew you rarely got angry; your usual nonchalance and detachment were well-known.

Sukuna stopped in his tracks, eyes wide with surprise as he approached you cautiously.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice softening, though still laced with worry.

“Stop yelling, my head’s pounding, and it’s not because of the house,” you retorted, your voice tinged with frustration. “I’m pregnant. That was your surprise.”

You slowly sank to the floor, exhaustion weighing you down. The shock on his face was palpable as he tried to process your announcement.

“I’m keeping it,” you added quietly.

Sukuna froze, his expression a mix of shock and stunned silence. He stared at you for a moment, processing the news, before his gaze softened slightly.

“If you want it, sure,” he said, his voice calmer now. “I don’t mind.”

“Good. Now help me up,” you said, your voice tired. “I’m going to throw up again. Also, get me sushi.”

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