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A real bitch moves out and gets UP—at least, that's what they say. But in your case? Well, the "up" part is still debatable.
Sure, you're moving out, but let's be real—you're not exactly escaping problems. You come from a well-off family, with a present and supportive father, a caring mother, and an insufferable younger brother who seems to have made it his life's mission to make yours ten times harder— well, depending on the day, that is...
But in short, you were raised right. What could go wrong? You're well-mannered—most of the time. Kind—that's also up for debate.... Humble—if you conveniently forget the part where you flexed your fidget spinner in 6th grade while bragging about it in front of a poor kid.
But seriously, you just got into university—somehow.
You're still not entirely sure how you managed to land a spot in the Exercise Science major, but hey, you did study your ass off last year. And getting into HYX University? Go ahead and call that a miracle.
So tell, in this vast, spinning, earthly world... how on EARTH did you manage to make Ryomen Sukuna—One who's loved by everyone (very very up for debate, but then again everything seems to be+ HE'S AN ASSHOLE. ) absolutely despise you to his very very very utter core?
To be so real....headline it the 2016 'prank gone wrong.' Wrong time, wrong place, AND WRONG FUCKING PERSON!!!
How the fuck were you supposed to know it was him? You're not some genie.
Some wires got crossed, a few strings got pulled, and there you go—disaster. But deep down, you don't really think it was just a coincidence. No, if anything, it was fate. Or at least, that's what your 15-year-old, hopeless romantic self would like to believe.
THAT DAY.
Your annoying alarm goes off at 8am sharp, and you do what anyone would, slam snooze, groan like you've been personally victimized, and then scroll through your phone for a solid five minutes before finally getting up.
From the kitchen, you hear pots clanking and something sizzling—Yuki's already up, probably cooking eggs or some weird healthy thing. To be fair, she's always up before you. She's one of those cursed morning birds who smiles at sunrise and jogs for fun. Yeah...she's a freak in that sense.
You have been living together for three months now. Three months since uni started, and surprisingly? Things have been... fine. Like, actually fine. You thought the beginning would be this big, messy, confusing stress—but somehow, you managed.
Thanks to your friends, of course. You had people who showed you the way, helped you figure out which professors to avoid, where to get decent coffee on campus, and what corner of the place not to go to unless you wanted a direct confrontation with that one creepy janitor.
And despite your packed schedule, you've somehow made even more friends.
It's mostly thanks to those dumb student parties everyone keeps throwing on weekends.
And by dumb, you mean dumb. People drink like it's doomsday, then collectively suffer with splitting headaches the next morning. Oh, and the parties are always on Sundays. So Monday mornings? Picture a zombie apocalypse, but with more hangovers and less brain-eating.
Now you're trudging your way to the cafeteria after finishing up a few classes, bundled up like winter personally declared war on you. You've got your fur boots on—baggy jeans that barely hang onto your hips, a white long-sleeved shirt, and a neatly folded scarf wrapped snugly around your neck like a lifeline.
It's December, so yeah, it's freezing. The kind of cold that bites your fingers and makes your breath visible. You're pretty sure you saw someone walking to class in shorts this morning, and honestly? That's between them and their immune system.
"Y/n!"
You turn around and see Shoko jogging up to you, wrapped in the most absurdly oversized fur coat you've ever seen. You barely hold back a snort—she looks ridiculously cute in that.
You and Shoko first met at a party a while back. She was slumped alone on the porch, drunk out of her mind and mumbling something about how her ex did her dirty or maybe about marshmallows—you're still not sure.
No one was around to help her, so you plopped down next to her, offered your jacket and some water, and the rest is history.
"You sick?" you ask, eyeing the tissue clutched in her hand and her Rudolph-red nose.
"It's that time of the year," she mutters with a sniff, walking beside you now. "I swear, winter is the absolute worst season. My bones are cold. My soul is cold."
You chuckle, tugging your scarf tighter around your neck. “Right, but it looks like someone here got their heart from a dragon.”
Shoko follows your gaze immediately, and of course, she knows exactly who you’re talking about—Yuji. That maniac is sitting a few tables down, wearing the thinnest jacket known to mankind, open, like it’s not below freezing out. He’s laughing with Megumi like frostbite isn’t even in his vocabulary.
As the two of you walk over, Yuji spots you and lights up like he’s been waiting all morning. “About time,” he grins as you and Shoko take your seats.
“I haven’t forgotten, Yuji,” you narrow your eyes at him playfully, slipping your bag off your shoulder.
“Oh, it was hilarious,” he snickers, already halfway through laughing again. Even Megumi cracks a small, traitorous smile.
You groan and roll your eyes. “I will genuinely kill you. Post that video anywhere and you’re dead.”
“Too late, it’s already sent to me,” Shoko says sweetly, adding fuel to the fire while she peels open her little strawberry pudding.
You glare at her. She just shrugs, spoon in mouth.
You sigh, defeated, and glance over at the cafeteria menu. Hot chocolate milk, that’s all you want right now. Just one warm, comforting sip to forget the betrayal in this room.
Two days ago, Yuji pulled what can only be described as a psychological horror experience, not a harmless prank. This wasn’t some little cold-water-over-your-head kind of joke. No. This man had orchestrated an entire horror film scenario.
He’d gathered you and your friends to go to the forest near campus at night—because apparently, the only way to bond is through trauma—and told you all you were going to search for the infamous “whale ghost.” A dumb rumor that had floated around for years claiming the forest was haunted by some evil spirit.
You didn’t buy it, of course. You obviously went for the laughs and jokes. Just to have some sweet fond memories together.
What you didn’t know was that every single one of your friends decided to be in on it. Each person disappeared one by one, screaming into the woods like they were getting dragged away by something demonic.
And just to really sell it? No phones. No light. No signal. No escape. Just you, scared out of your fucking mind, in the middle of a dark forest with zero idea what was happening.
They even used fake blood. Like real commitment-to-the-bit level fake blood.
You were the last one left. Alone. Crying. Screaming for help, trying to be brave while fully spiraling into the thought that maybe the whale ghost was actually real. Then—like a scene straight out of your nightmares—Yuji popped out from behind a tree holding a camera, laughing while the rest of your friends followed behind him like it was the best comedy show they’d ever starred in.
Some of them tried to comfort you through their giggles. Others were wheezing from how hard they laughed.
You, however? You sobbed. Then plotted murder.
And now that video exists. Somewhere. In Shoko’s possession.
God help them all.
However, it’s time. You’ve had enough. No more. You’re done being the victim of Yuji’s twisted little prank show. Who would’ve thought that the sweet, cinnamon-roll guy you met two months ago had such a demonic streak?
To be fair… he is actually super sweet. That’s the annoying part. The guy could light up a room just by walking in, and his energy is so genuine it’s hard to stay mad.
Even after the whole haunted forest fiasco, he apologized sincerely—like, full puppy eyes and everything—and even bought you this massive chocolate cake as a peace offering. You accepted it, obviously, because ....who would say no to your favourite cake??!?!?
But peace? That’s off the table. He deserves to taste his own medicine. Preferably bitter.
Honestly, you’re not even sure how you two got this close. Yuji’s one of those people who seems to know everyone, and it’s not even an exaggeration. He talks to strangers like they’re old friends, has zero filter, and is way to extrovert.
The guy’s practically a campus celebrity, especially with his prank videos blowing up on YouTube. You’re just kind of surprised he decided to stick with your group. Not that you mind—he’s good to have around. Funny, loyal, and weirdly comforting… he’s just also chaotic evil when it comes to “fun.”
Then there’s his infamous twin brother. Oh yeah. You’ve never met him, thank God—he lives off in one of those frat boy houses with guys who probably still quote Andrew Tate unironically. But his name gets tossed around like some dark legend: Ryomen Sukuna.
Apparently, the two brothers are polar opposites and do not get along. You’ve brought Sukuna up once before, just in passing, and Yuji got weirdly tense. Switched topics fast. That was enough for you to get the message.
And then there are the rumors. The worst one? That Sukuna allegedly sent nudes of his ex-girlfriend around campus and used revenge porn to silence her. Gross isn’t even a strong enough word. That alone made you want to avoid him like the plague.
But somehow, that hasn’t stopped a weird cult of girls from being obsessed with him. Like… full-blown feral. Delusional even. The same way people romanticize serial killers. You don’t get it. At all.
Besides, it’s not like you’ll ever bump into Sukuna. You two are on completely different sides of campus—might as well be different time zones. So really, who cares?
What does matter is today. Because today? You’re giving Yuji his very own slice of YouTube-worthy embarrassment. Free content. Courtesy of you.
You snort quietly at your own thought.
“There she goes again,” Megumi says, not even looking up from his tray.
“Oh shut up. I’m getting chocolate milk,” you grumble as you get up.
You became friends with Megumi pretty quickly after Yuji. Those two are practically a package deal. He’s the quiet one—introverted, dry-humored, but not awkward. Somehow, he just works with Yuji’s loudness. You kinda admire it.
While waiting in line, you pull out your phone and call Inumaki.
“Hey, is everything ready?”
“Yeah, where do I drop it off?” he asks.
“Err… meet me at my dorm in ten. I’ll be on my way,” you reply, eyes flicking up to see how long the line is. Once you finally get your chocolate milk, you head back to the table and give a quick, “Gotta go” before slipping away with a smile.
It takes you about eleven minutes to get to the dorms, and when you finally meet Inumaki, he’s standing there, looking a little impatient but trying not to show it.
"Sorry I took so long, the line," you say, apologizing with a slight shrug, your eyes landing on the large box on the ground.
“No worries,” Inumaki says, barely giving the box a glance. “So, what’s the plan?”
You smirk at that, your excitement barely contained. “Alright, here’s the deal. My class starts in an hour, so we’ve got twenty minutes to set this up, and then ten to record it. We’re luring Yuji into the janitor’s room. It’s small, but it’ll fit him and the little... friends we’ve got inside.”
You crouch down, patting the box as you explain. "One thing about Yuji, he despises rats. We’re going to turn the lights off, play this creepy audio, and flash some lights at him. He’ll start losing it, and then, boom—release the rats.”
Inumaki looks at you like you’ve lost your mind. “Wait, so how the hell are we supposed to pull this off in twenty minutes? And how are we turning off the lights and doing the flashes? What if he just runs out and lets the rats run free on campus?”
“Simple. The janitor’s room has lights outside that we can flicker on and off. Plus, we can grab the keys from one of the janitors. It’ll be easy. I’ve already set up a camera inside.”
Inumaki’s eyes widen a little as you give him that mischievous grin. “Good dedication."
And so the two of you get to work. The room is nearly ready. You’ve set everything up just as planned: lights rigged for flickering, audio queued up to play at the perfect moment, and the rats snug in their temporary box.
Inumaki has already bolted off to grab Yuji, and as you step back to admire your work, you can’t help but feel a rush of excitement. This is going to be perfect. Yuji won’t know what hit him.
You pause, eyeing the rats in the box. You know you borrowed them from an old lady you found on Facebook—of all places—and you hope they’re okay. It’s a weird feeling, but you’re sure Yuji will be fine after all the pranks he’s pulled on you. Karma’s a bitch, after all.
With a satisfied grin, you step back and leave the room. Your phone’s already set to record live, the camera view switching to the janitor’s room. You find a corner down the hall, out of sight but close enough to hear Yuji’s inevitable scream. You can barely contain your grin.
This is it. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for.
You hide behind a corner, peeking your head around just enough to see when Yuji enters. The adrenaline is already coursing through you, and you can’t help but feel a little like a mastermind. This will definitely be a moment he’ll never forget.
Inumaki has been searching for what feels like forever, and still, there’s no answer on the phone. "Shit," he mutters, exhaling sharply, his legs aching from the run. He crouches down to catch his breath, ready to text you, but just as his fingers hover over the screen, he spots Satoru and Suguru strolling down the hall.
They might know where Yuji is—he’s with them sometimes.
Inumaki picks up the pace, jogging over to them. "Hey," he calls, halting the pair in their tracks.
“Well, look who it is,” Satoru says, his grin widening beneath his shades. He pops open a can of energy drink, taking a long sip. “What’s good, Salmon boy? You lost or something?”
Suguru just gives him a sideways glance, raising an eyebrow but not saying much. He’s the quieter one of the duo.
Inumaki quickly cuts to the chase, lowering his voice slightly. "Have you seen Yuji? I need to find him." He hopes his urgency isn't too obvious, but he can feel time ticking away.
Satoru leans back slightly, his gaze sharpening as he studies Inumaki through the dark lenses of his shades. His lips curl into a knowing smirk. "And for what may that be?"
Inumaki knows there’s no point in dancing around the subject. "For a prank. It's urgent."
Satoru and Suguru exchange a look, and a sly smirk forms on Satoru’s lips as he turns his attention back to Inumaki. "What prank?"
Inumaki quickly explains, keeping it short while glancing down at his phone to check for a response from Yuji on his “Where are you?” text.
"Oh, yeah, I've seen him—" Satoru begins, but Suguru cuts him off with an exasperated sigh.
"Satoru, don’t," he warns, but Satoru brushes past him without a second thought, stepping closer to Inumaki.
"Don’t worry," Satoru says with a grin, "I’m meeting him anyway. I’ll deliver the message, so you can head off.
Inumaki hesitates for a second, suspicion flickering in his eyes, but he lets it go with a short nod. It’s not like Satoru would rat him out—if anything, the guy thrives on campus chaos. He's practically the poster boy for it.
As soon as Inumaki disappears around the corner, Suguru lets out a breath. "You're really not planning on doing it, right?"
Satoru just shrugs, already heading down the hall. "He took the old Playboy magazine—it’s only fair. Besides, it’s one of those dumb, harmless pranks those idiots always pull. No real damage." He grins. "It'll be fun."
Suguru can only shake his head in silence, trailing behind Satoru like someone reluctantly signing up to witness a trainwreck.
Satoru fires off a quick text, and not long after, they meet up with Sukuna.
"Why the hell did you drag me all the way here?" Sukuna mutters, clearly irritated as he leans against the window, arms crossed, eyes flicking lazily to the students passing by. He ignores the curious stares—they always look at him like that when he’s on this side of campus- especially the nerdy looking girls. Not like he ever shows up here anyway, so he gets it.
Still pisses him off.
"Your little twin brother wanted to meet you," Satoru replies, flashing a mischievous grin.
Sukuna scoffs, pushing himself off the window with a sharp movement. "And what? He has my number, brat can text."
He’s already turning to leave, the annoyance practically radiating off him—but Satoru steps in front of him, hand out.
"Hey," Satoru says, voice shifting into something a little more serious, "he said it was urgent. Think it’s best if you just hear him out."
Sukuna glares at him, jaw tight. He yanks his arm free, the sharp motion making a few nearby students flinch. He stares Satoru down for a long second before finally letting out a frustrated sigh.
"...Where."
And just like that, Satoru’s grin returns in full force.
Okay, why the hell is it taking Inumaki so long? It’s been twenty minutes and class starts in ten. You can’t afford to skip over a dumb prank—no matter how good it is. You’re just about to give up and start packing when you hear footsteps approaching.
Your heart leaps in your chest.
Peeking out, you catch a flash of pink hair rounding the corner. Oh, it’s happening. This is about to be so good.
A grin spreads across your face as Yuji steps inside, the door clicking shut behind him. You spring into action, rushing to the door and locking it before he can turn around. Stage one: complete.
You lean casually against the wall, phone in hand. With a tap, the audio starts playing and you begin fucking with the lights—flickering them.
“…The fuck,” Yuji mutters from inside, voice dropping lower than you expected. Okay wow—he actually sounds kind of terrifying when he’s confused. You can’t help it—you burst into a quiet fit of giggles, trying to muffle them behind your sleeve.
As the audio plays and the mechanical click of the box sounds, you hear Yuji react exactly on cue—though a lot louder than you expected.
"What the fuck?!"
You freeze for a second, blinking. Has his voice always been that deep? It rumbles like it came from the pit of the earth. Weird… but you brush it off. You can hear the chaos: shuffling, boxes crashing, rats on the loose, Yuji hissing curses, and a low groan that makes your eyes widen just a little.
Then comes the tug at the doorknob—locked, obviously—and a second later, bang!
"Open the fucking door!"
Okay… hold on.
He sounds pissed.
Like, not “haha you got me” pissed—actual pissed. The kind that makes your stomach drop a little. You inch away from the door, heart starting to race for an entirely different reason.
More banging. Louder. More aggressive.
Then his voice comes again, practically a growl through the wood.
"I'll shove you so fucking deep down to the ground you’ll be six feet under by then, you- fuck-"
Your grin disappears.
Wait.
Waitwaitwait.
You're not even sure it’s Yuji anymore. He had pink hair—nobody else on campus has that. Right?
With trembling fingers, you slowly open the live camera feed on your phone, just to be sure. And the second the image loads, you gasp, slapping a hand over your mouth.
That's not Yuji.
Oh no.
Oh no no no.
You are screwed.
Your heart drops straight to your stomach and your soul leaves your body the moment that guy comes into view. That is definitely not Yuji. Pink hair or not, no way Yuji's built like that. His shoulders are broad, frame intimidating, and the raw anger in his eyes makes your blood run cold. Yeah... you’ve seen enough TikToks and whispered gossip in the girl’s bathrooms to know.
That’s Ryomen Sukuna.
...
THE Ryomen Sukuna.
And he just kicked one of the rats!
THE RATS!!!
You grip your phone like it's a lifeline, your breath caught in your throat as you watch the scene unfold on the screen. He's pacing the room now, clearly pissed, the box on its side and a squeak barely escaping from underneath it. Your eyes widen in horror.
Okay okay THINK.
Option 1: Run in and stop him = suicide mission.
Option 2: Leave the rats = you’re a monster and you’ll cry yourself to sleep for weeks.
Option 3: Unlock the door remotely and sprint = decent chance of survival.
You whisper, “God forgive me,” before unlocking the door.
The click of the lock echoes. Sukuna turns his head instantly.
You freeze.
SHIT.
You take off like your GPA depends on it. Bolting. Out. Of. There.
You’re praying to god and every anime protagonist ever that he won't be able to catch a glimpse of your face.
Behind you, you swear you hear the door creak open and a pissed-off voice bark, “HEY—”
You don’t wait. You run like your entire future is on the line.
Because it probably is.
How could Inumaki—no how could Yuji—do this to you? He definitely was in on it. This is next-level evil. The forest prank? Fine, you can brush it off, but this? This was a betrayal. You’re legitimately scarred for your life right now.
Inumaki—he must have known what he was setting up. And now, Yuji’s innocent smile and easygoing charm mean nothing because you’ve seen the monster lurking beneath. Sukuna isn’t someone you just prank. He’s a force of nature.
You wipe your hands on your jeans, trying to gather your thoughts as you blend into the crowd. The normal students bustling around campus have no idea that just a few minutes ago, you nearly died because you thought it would be funny to scare Yuji.
But you didn’t know it would be his twin brother..
You slow your pace to a fast walk, letting the flow of people swallow you up. You can’t afford to draw attention. You need to calm down.
Sukuna’s pissed-off expression flashes before your eyes, and you bite your lip, feeling the panic rise again. That glare was enough to freeze your blood.
Who even reacts like that? No wonder everyone on campus treats him like plague but admires him from afar. You can’t even bring yourself to admire him... well, maybe his build, but even that doesn’t make up for what you just experienced.
Yuji and Sukuna… complete opposites, huh? Well, now you get it. The next time someone mentions Yuji’s twin, you’re running in the opposite direction. A heads-up would've been nice, Inumaki. Thanks a lot for nearly getting you killed.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out, your stomach sinking even more as you see the message from Inumaki:
“Did you get away?”
You groan. You have a feeling his next message will be either a laughing emoji or a sheepish apology.
But the message never comes.
You stare at your phone for a moment, frustration bubbling up until, finally, you decide to call him. The phone picks up instantly.
"So, how did he react?" Inumaki’s voice crackles through the speaker, casual as ever. But you can't even find the energy to be angry at him just yet.
You scoff, disbelief thick in your voice. And then the reality of what just happened hits you, making your throat tighten, your eyes water. The whole thing was just… terrifying.
“Real funny,” you choke out, the words coming through gritted teeth. “That wasn’t cool, Inumaki. You both can go to hell.”
Before he can respond, you hang up, the finality of it sinking in deeper than you'd expected. Maybe the betrayal hurts more than the prank itself.
Inumaki's voice still rings in your ears, asking if you got away like it was just some game. A game? You’ve never felt so violated.
Tears blur your vision, and you wipe them away quickly, trying to steady your breathing. You’re not about to let this turn into more drama. They wanted to play? Fine. But you’re not sticking around to be part of their stupid pranks anymore.
Sukuna swore he’d kill Satoru. And the cunt who set this whole thing up. Fucking with someone like him? What kind of sick joke was this? Who the fuck were you, anyway? Someone he’d rejected? Brushed off? He couldn’t care less. Just another desperate whore craving his attention—any form of it would feed their starving egos.
It didn’t matter. He couldn’t believe he’d been dragged into this childish shitshow. Rats, of all things? It was pathetic. The moment he reported this, that student would be gone—expelled. But no, that cunt wouldn’t get off that easy. Sukuna wanted more. He’d make them suffer, destroy it all. Not until he's torn apart everything of value to them.
And Satoru? That smug bastard thinks he’s untouchable. Sukuna almost laughs at the thought. He knows Satoru’s ego couldn’t handle him going after that girl he was flirting with—what was her name again? Doesn’t matter.
Sukuna plays dirty when it counts, and Satoru was no exception. He’d hit him where it hurt.
Still, maybe he needed someone too—just to let off some steam. The more he thought about her, the more he wanted to find you and ruin you for good. But training was tomorrow, and he couldn’t afford to lose focus over some desperate, attention-hungry bitch.
He’d deal with you when the time was right. For now… he’d set the trap.
A perfect little snare for the mouse to stumble into—helpless, unaware, exactly where he wanted you.
