”brat.” you heard a gravely, deep voice from in front of you. your eyes had been covered, preventing you from seeing anything.

shit, I mean really. you were in it, and deep too.

you worked at a high end restaurant, filled with rich bastards and morons who thought they could get away with anything they wanted, especially the one who owned it, Ryomen Sukuna.

the only reason you worked in the damn place is because of the pay. nothing else.

and even though the customers treated you like shit, you still needed the money, so you stayed.

you didn’t mind when they spoke to you, critiqued you, spoke over you. except for one, in particular.

I might have forgotten to mention, this place is also a casino, meaning, lots of these customers are middle aged men, who come and get drunk, and fuck one out for pure pleasure.

but that still didn’t explain why you had just been kidnapped and taken somewhere you weren’t aware of.

well.

“you hear me, yeah?” the voice spoke again. It was one you never heard. very unfamiliar, but you could admit, it was such a soothing yet terrifying thing to hear.

“now tell me, koibito.. how did you manage to put one of my men in the hospital? hmmm?” his voice fell low to your ear, his breath hot against the soft skin.

and suddenly, you remembered what happened before. why there was stinging pains in your hands, your fists.

you fucked up one of Ryomen’s men.