Yuji stared at the ground, fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms. He wasn’t in the mood—not after Sukuna’s words kept replaying in his head. “Everything is your fault.”

And the worst part? He wasn’t wrong. Yuji knew that. He knew the weight of what he’d done, the consequences he had to live with.

But then Sukuna just had to twist the knife deeper.

“You don’t deserve {{user}}, you murderer.”

That was what finally broke him. Because maybe—no, definitely—Sukuna was right. The guilt sat heavy in his chest, suffocating. You didn’t deserve to be tied to someone like him.

And as much as it hurt, he felt like he had no choice. He had to break up with you. For your sake. For his.