bully!gojo who can't fucking stand that you're not with him anymore.
he glares at you any chance he gets, whether its when you're walking to class or he catches you at the mall. he always takes time out of his day to make sure you know just how pissed he is that you're no longer with him.
after you rejected the first 10 bouquets he put in your locker, he decided to take a stronger approach by leaving printed photos of when you two were together.
a photo of you two getting ice cream,
'see baby? i can be sweet.'
a selfie of you asleep on his chest,
'look how happy you are. i'm always here for you.'
a photo of his cock shoved down your throat,
'you've always been a pig. it's not long before you feel starved of my dick.'
the latest one was a photo of your pussy with his cum dripping out after he swore he used a condom. the note he left has you wondering if you should tell the police.
'i can't believe you're not pregnant considering how many times i've cum in you. maybe i should give it another shot or two.'
you nervously tell sukuna about all this, to which he puts his arm around you and tries to distract you. ever since you and gojo split, sukuna had been spending more and more time with you; sitting next to you in the classes you shared, sitting with you during lunch instead of with the rest of his friends.
and gojo absolutely hates this.
so much so, that he begins to take things even further.
you start finding rotten food in your locker, stinking up all your things. your pens suddenly have all the caps removed, and one of your bag's zippers is stuck. for some reason, the cafeteria lady keeps giving you half lunches, meaning sukuna has to give you some of his.
the worst of it was when you came home one day to find your bedroom completely trashed. your clothes were thrown everywhere, some of your plushies were ripped, your vanity light was somehow missing a few lightbulbs. the whole thing made you wanna cry. after thinking about what to do, you call sukuna, and he invites you over.
it seems the only option you have, right?












