He fucking hates you.

Sukuna swore he despised you from the moment he heard your ear grating voice. You had to audacity to just speak bubbly like that like you had no fucking hint of the storms brewing in his head. He wanted to scream, to hit you and snap you and half like the worthless little shit you were.

Something made him stay.

It was the stupid, needy feeling of desperation. The want, no need, of being something to you. A friend? A lover? It didn’t matter, you were his person. His shiny little trophy he could turn to when the world was too sour for him to handle.

But oh did he hate you.

He hated how utterly stupid and unaware you were of how he was. He hated seeing you talk to other people, being in a world where you weren’t strictly his. It didn’t matter if the people you talked to weren’t important, the fact you had to spend time with someone else sent his blood boiling in a way it should never have.

Could you not just be happy being only around me? Could you not be satisfied of the things i did for you? Why did you have to talk to someone else? Why can’t you just pay attention to me? Why do I care so much, I hate you. I hate you. I HATE YOU.

He’s tried multiple times to push you away, to cut ties with you once and for all. All his attempts were unsuccessful.

The thought of you actually gone left him physically sick.

Sukuna constantly tested your boundaries. How would you react if he was gone? Did you care for him as much as he did? Would you defend him if he hurt yourself?

His self sabotage was by far the worse.

He wasn’t scared to bring up his relapse when something inconvenience him. And if you didn’t immediately comfort him? He was gone. Days, weeks–Radio silence. Sometimes till the point you doubted if he was still alive.

Sukuna wanted you to think that way.

Saturday

You were supposed to have fun, to go out and be yourself around your other friends. You got ready, took your keys.

Your phone vibrated.

Sukuna had replied to your earlier messages he had read over 3 hours ago. You knew he was mad at your very sentence of hanging out with someone else.

Sukuna: “What? Geto? That fucking loser?”

Your heart dropped

Sukuna:”Are you serious? you know, I could’ve really used your comfort right now but apparently you’re too busy getting yourself acquainted with mr.suguru over here.”