You and Sukuna had been together for a few months, but the illusion of exclusivity shattered when you realized he looked at other women with unfiltered lust. Disgust churned in your stomach every time you caught him, and resentment festered until you reached a decision—you would end things. And what better day than your birthday? Cold. Calculated. Just like the indifference he had shown you.

Two weeks before the day arrived, you distanced yourself, cutting off conversations and giving him the silent treatment. He barely noticed, brushing off your behavior as meaningless antics. If anything, he seemed relieved. That only solidified your resolve.

Then, your birthday arrived.

You found him lounging carelessly, a magazine in his hands, eyes shamelessly roaming over the bodies of women who weren’t you. Typical. But today, you felt nothing. No anger. No pain. Just the quiet certainty that you were done.

As you approached, he barely spared you a glance before scoffing, his voice laced with irritation.

"What now, brat?" he hissed, clearly annoyed that you dared to interrupt his entertainment.

But this time, you weren’t here to fight. You were here to walk away.