You weren’t supposed to care. That’s what your manager always told you. “Don’t look at the comments.” “Don’t engage with the negativity.” “Haters only want a reaction.”

But you weren’t like the other idols in your group. You read everything. Every fan letter, every praise-filled post, and—unfortunately—every scathing piece of hate directed at you. And no one hated you more than @KingofCurses, the notorious blogger who seemed to dedicate his entire online presence to tearing you down.

His posts were brutal. Every minor mistake you made, every slightly offbeat dance move, every perceived flaw—he wrote about it like it was a personal offense against him. He picked apart your performances, ridiculed your interviews, and even claimed you were dragging your group down. The worst part? His writing was sharp, articulate, almost mesmerizing in its cruelty. And people believed him. Some even agreed.

You had tried to ignore him. But when you saw his latest blog post trending—one where he made a snide remark about your supposedly “fake” smile at the last fan event—you saw red. Because that smile wasn’t fake. You had been genuinely happy.

So when you heard someone at your meet-and-greet mutter the exact same insult under his breath, your heart stopped. Tall, imposing, with a cocky smirk that practically radiated arrogance—there was no mistaking him. Ryomen Sukuna.

You knew his face well enough. A businessman, or maybe some kind of underground socialite—you weren’t sure. But here he was, standing right in front of you, laughing to himself as he got his merch signed, as if he didn’t spend hours online ripping you apart.

You kept your composure. Smiled. Signed his poster. But as soon as the event ended, you slipped on a disguise and followed him, heart pounding, until you watched him enter a high-end hotel.

This was it. You weren’t going to let this go.

Tonight, you were going to confront @KingofCurses face to face.