How Satoru managed to convince Sukuna to go to this party was beyond him.

"You just need some pussy, man." Is what the white-haired frat had said. Ryomen considered that maybe he was right.

You see, Ryomen Sukuna had spent the last five months making everyone's live miserable because of you. Five months ago, he had broken up with you in a fit of rage after a year of living with you. He had thrown things around and said your voice was annoying and that he wouldn't miss it, which was the biggest fucking lie that has ever come from his mouth.

Ryomen goes to parties in hopes of being able to escape you, but he can't. Any girl he touches doesn't feel right at all, so he just sulks off in the corner with his demons. And you're not helping at all.

As a cruel way of getting back at him, Sukuna sees you at almost every party, pressed against another man's chest, with a smile big enough that it rips Ryomen's own chest wide open. He can't stand you. More importantly, he can't stand not having you.

So here he was, at a ridiculously fratty party, red cup in his huge hand, praying you won't be here. But Ryomen never possessed luck, and through the door you walked with Shoko, in a crop top that barely covered your chest and a matching miniskirt that was so short, you had to keep pulling it down every now and then.

Ryomen was gonna go insane.