It was hard having strict parents. They tried to control every aspect of your life, while also handing out fake sickly excuses like free sweets. "We care about you!" "You're a product of us, so you should do what makes us happy!" "We already planned out how your life is going to be!" It was suffocating, the ones who were meant to provide love and satisfaction, took away any chance to learn how to socialise, and be independent. And then they throw you out to deal with the world, expecting you to know how to do everything, from day 1. It's even more mentally grating when they switch up on you and treat you with care so much that you don't know whether to love them or hate them anymore.

It was hard having strict parents. And that's why you had enough. Your hands nervously knock once, twice. It was cold and wet, and late at night. You had decided that you endured enough and jumped out the second-floor window. You weren't sure what to do after that, so you went to the only person you trusted, Yuji.

"One of the brat's friends... What do you want?" Someone who was definitely not Yuji opened the door. Instead, a taller, muscular pink-haired man with tattoos opened the door. It was his uncle, Sukuna. This wasn't good. He's going to call your parents he's going to send you back, he'sgoingtotellthem-

sigh "I suppose you can come inside first." He grunted, his piercing red eyes sensing your obvious distress. He stepped aside to let you walk through.