{{user}} finding herself hours away from any major city in aomori, japan in some rural town by the sea… it stretched out to the horizon like an endless canvas of blue—sounds of waves like a rhythmic lullaby, salty mist on skin, the potent smell of salt water and fish.

it was utterly unfamiliar to the city girl, having been living all her life in tokyo and never really left… until now. she was desperately seeking a escape from the hustle and bustle. going completely MIA on everyone, only a note left to be discovered in the high-rise apartment. abandoning her duties, work piling and intense deadlines that need to be met, that only lured unwanted white hairs and breakouts.

though she didn’t expect her spontaneous adventure to unfold this way… she foolishly hopped into the wrong bus and dropped off here. not the expensive getaway she was anticipating for… hauling her large luggage behind her exhausted form as she hurls uphill whilst in expensive heels and everything. locals driving by definitely judging.

a rusty truck heard, slowly passing by the clearly lost and enervated woman—it suddenly hits the breaks, the slight screech of wheels made her wince and pause. a man pokes his head out the window, uniquely pink hair catching her immediate attention.

“you should move over or someone might just hit you.” the man’s voice gruff and stern, his crimson eyes studying for a brief moment before pausing…

sukuna certainly wasn’t one to help just anyone out, or maybe it was pity getting the best of him—the words slipping past his lips before he could catch it, “do you need help?” he clears his throat and recovers with a air of arrogance. “walking uphill in heels doesn’t seem so smart.” amusement lingering in his tone at her exasperated state.