Good Things About Sukuna's Conclusion:

Good things about Sukuna's conclusion:

- He went out holding onto his pride. He never let go of it and I believe that's fitting.

- He FINALLY acknowledged Yuuji!!!

Bad things:

- Rushed. Rushed and so rushed. He's the man who started it all so killing him 3 chapters before the conclusion just feels... wrong.

- "Sukuna, you are me." I'm sorry but Yuuji is his antithesis not... whatever this is.

- He's afraid of death?

- No backstory. Nothing.

uncle kuna 😔🤲🏽

farewell

sukuna x reader from toxic / dysfunctional households.

Your understanding of love has been distorted for most of your life. Coming from a toxic home where neither of your parents ever truly understood or seemed to like you, you've learned to navigate a world devoid of warmth and genuine care.

Your father was emotionally absent, barely acknowledging your existence unless others were around. In public, he transformed into an angel, always attentive, never sitting down, and making sure to clean up after everyone—playing the perfect husband and father for all to see. But at home, he was indifferent, a man who could be good to anyone except his own family.

Your mother, the one person you thought you could rely on, betrayed your trust time and time again. Although you went through thick and thin together, she acted as if you were invisible, as if you hadn’t struggled alongside her.

By the time you were eleven, you stopped telling her anything because every conversation turned into screaming. She wanted to keep you as her baby forever, resisting any attempt you made to grow, form your own thoughts, or become your own person. To her, you were not an individual; you were simply an extension of herself. Her anger toward your father, her resentment and bitterness, were often directed at you and your sister.

Their relationship was not a marriage, but rather a charade kept alive out of pettiness. She refused to let him go, driven by a need to prove to his family that she could keep him. They never talked, never hugged; their interactions were either filled with arguments or silence.

As the older sister, you did everything you could to keep the family together, even going so far as to gaslight yourself into believing that you weren’t a victim, that you were just a spoiled brat. You convinced yourself that this was normal, that every parent was like this, that marriage was a lie and love was never real.

You worked tirelessly, never allowing yourself the luxury of a romantic relationship. Your focus was solely on providing a better life for your little sister, ensuring that she would never have to beg for the basic things you both deserved but were often denied. Men were of no interest to you; the very thought of relationships or marriage made you gag. To you, they were disgusting, and the idea of tying yourself to someone in such a way was repulsive.

And then he came along—Sukuna.

He was a regular customer at the butcher shop where you worked. Your coworkers had already filled you in on the details: Sukuna came in four or five times a week, always purchasing red meat or something similar. He was filthy rich, they said, so keep your mouth shut, sell him what he wants, and don’t talk too much. Fine by you. It was just another day at work.

The first few interactions with him were a blur, but you assumed they went smoothly enough. You’d ring up his order, sometimes adding a little extra, grateful for the generous tips he always left. Sukuna was gigantic, towering over you, and you guessed he came by after the gym—always sweaty, muscles tense, and seemingly riled up.

By the third week of this routine, Sukuna began to talk a bit more, making small comments here and there. But you quickly shut him down each time. You weren’t there to flirt or entertain a man’s bad jokes.

Despite his intimidating presence—being twice your size, covered in tattoos, and his daily obsession with meat—Sukuna never tried anything creepy or inappropriate. He was definitely intimidating and more than a little strange, but nothing about him crossed a line.

Home life was still hard, but for the sake of your sister, you managed to get by. Then, one day, you finally saved up enough money to move out. If you could describe that day in one word, it would be pure joy—nothing but happiness. Of course, you still had roommates, but that was fine by you.

Your new living situation was more than you could have hoped for. Your roommate, Yuji, was incredibly kind, and the other two housemates, his friends Megumi Fushiguro and Nobara Kugisaki, were equally welcoming. The three of them were like siblings, close-knit and comfortable with each other. It wasn’t any of your business, but it was nice to see.

The house itself was amazing, and your room was a dream come true—spacious, with a large window, its own bathroom, and a closet. For the first time in your life, you had your own space, your own room, and your own bathroom. You couldn’t have been happier.

You signed the lease right then and there. This was going to be your new home. The process of moving out was rough, though. Your mother didn’t take it well—she couldn’t handle the fact that you had your own mind, let alone the idea of you leaving her behind. It was too much for her.

With the help of your sister, you managed to move out in just two days. You had already explained to your sister that you wouldn’t leave her there for too long, but for now, she was just happy that you had finally escaped that place. And so were you.

2 months later

The Sukuna you’d been selling meat to almost every day for the past three months was standing right at your apartment door. The same Sukuna who had been trying to spark even the smallest conversation with you was now here, in front of you.

You had been abruptly woken from your nap by the loudest knock you’d ever heard, and you got up, ready to complain—only to be silenced the moment you opened the door and saw him standing there.

"You need something, sir?" Your voice was raspy, and he could hear the attitude in it.

"What…Yuji? Is he here?" Sukuna asked.

"No, he's not. All three of them left last night," you replied, stifling a yawn.

He stayed quiet for a moment, just staring at you. "I'm so confused. What are you doing here?"

"I live here. I’m the fourth roommate," you answered, meeting his gaze.

“Okay, give this to Yuji,” he said, handing you a box. “He’ll know it’s from me.” You’d never seen this man so unsure and uncomfortable. Sukuna, usually so stoic and serious, seemed strangely out of place. He clearly hadn’t expected to find you in his little brother’s house.

Taking the box, you nodded. “Cool, I’ll give it to him.” You both stood there awkwardly, waiting to see if he had anything else to say. It was only then that you realized you were standing in front of him in just a tank top and underwear. Embarrassment flashed across your face, and without a second thought, you shut the door a bit louder than intended. But honestly, you couldn’t care less.

And then, things took a turn. Sukuna started showing up more often—both at work and at your apartment. It was as if you couldn’t escape him. Every time you turned around, there he was, whether it was at the butcher shop or suddenly appearing at home.

You realized a little too late that Sukuna was Yuji's older brother, and that he was the one paying for most of the expenses around the apartment. That likely explained why the rent was so low despite the place being so nice. Sukuna seemed to have a love-hate relationship with all three of them—Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara. They treated him like their big brother, even if he screamed, acted out, or was generally difficult to be around. It was his way of showing he cared, and despite his rough edges, they all seemed to understand that.

Even after living there for some time, you still felt like the odd one out. You were quiet and kept to yourself, even though they were all friendly and welcoming. You didn’t really need friends; to you, they were just a waste of time. In your experience, people just ended up letting you down, and you didn’t have the energy for that. So, you stuck to your routine—saying hi and being polite, but not getting too involved.

Yuji, however, had other plans. He was overly friendly, incredibly nice, and just a sweetheart. He made it his mission to include you in everything, whether it was inviting you to movie nights or dragging you into their impromptu hangouts. Nobara was a bit hesitant at first, but as time went on, she warmed up to you. She ended up being your first real girlfriend, and it felt surprisingly good to have someone to share things with, even if you still preferred to keep a bit of distance.

Out of all your roommates, you got along with Megumi the best. It was like you both understood the value of silence, sharing a quiet bond that didn’t require constant chatter to be meaningful. When you did have conversations, they were usually about books or something thought-provoking—discussions that felt like a breath of fresh air in a world filled with noise.

This low-maintenance friendship was exactly what you needed. There were no expectations, no demands for your time or energy. Just the occasional exchange of words, a shared nod of understanding, or even just the simple act of reading in the same room without speaking. It was a comforting rhythm, one that allowed you to feel connected without the pressure of being someone you weren’t.

Despite your initial reluctance, the apartment slowly started to feel like a place where you could breathe. Even with Sukuna’s frequent appearances—at work, at home, always looming in the background—you found yourself beginning to settle in.

"You know, Sukuna is single. Like, he's been single for a looooong time," Yuji suddenly blurted out, his voice way too cheerful for 7 in the morning. You couldn't fathom how he had the energy to even open his mouth, let alone start chatting, but you were about two seconds away from hitting him with the frying pan in your hand. It was your and Megumi's turn to cook breakfast, and you were already half awake, functioning on autopilot.

"What are you saying, you dumbass?" Nobara chimed in, barely glancing up from her phone as she snapped a photo of her morning smoothie. Her voice was laced with the usual sarcasm, though she didn’t seem entirely uninterested in where this conversation was heading.

You rolled your eyes, trying to focus on flipping the pancakes instead of whatever nonsense Yuji was spouting. The last thing you needed was to think about Sukuna before you even had your coffee.

"I'm just saying," Yuji continued, clearly undeterred by the lack of enthusiasm from the rest of you, "that Sukuna's been single for a while now. Like, maybe he’s waiting for the right person, you know?"

Megumi shot him a look from across the kitchen, one that was a mix of confusion and mild irritation. "Why are we talking about this? It's too early for your nonsense, Yuji."

Yuji just grinned, seemingly pleased with himself for bringing it up. "I'm just saying, you never know! Maybe someone around here could catch his eye." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

"Yuji, if you don't shut up right now, I swear—" you started, but Nobara cut in with a sigh.

"He's not wrong, though," she said, finally looking up from her phone. "Sukuna's never been seen with anyone, and it's kind of weird. But who cares? It's his business."

You groaned internally. The last thing you wanted to discuss was Sukuna's love life—or the lack thereof. Especially not this early in the morning.

"Can we please just focus on breakfast?" you grumbled, hoping to steer the conversation back to something less… personal. The idea of Sukuna being single, especially when he was always so imposing and intimidating, made you feel weirdly uneasy. Not that you cared, of course. It was just… strange.

"Fine, fine," Yuji conceded, though he didn't seem entirely convinced. "But just saying, you'd be a good match for him, you know?"

You shot him a glare that could have set the kitchen on fire, and thankfully, Megumi stepped in to defuse the situation.

"Yuji, drop it. Let's just eat," he said calmly, setting the table as you finished up the pancakes. The conversation, thankfully, died down after that, leaving you to wonder why Yuji would even bring it up in the first place.

It didn’t take long to figure out why Yuji was hinting about Sukuna being single. After the morning routine, all four of you were in the living room, half-heartedly watching a trashy morning show that Yuji had somehow convinced everyone to endure. Megumi was flipping through a book, Nobara was scrolling on her phone, and you were half-asleep on the couch, barely paying attention to the show.

A loud knock on the door broke the lazy morning atmosphere. With a groan, you pushed yourself up and went to answer it, not really expecting anything out of the ordinary.

But when you opened the door, you were met with the sight of the biggest bouquet of flowers you’d ever seen. It was massive, a colorful explosion of roses, lilies, and other flowers you couldn’t even name. The arrangement was so large and heavy that you had to brace yourself to lift it, using your full strength to carry it inside.

As you struggled with the bouquet, the first thought that crossed your mind was that it had to be for Nobara. She had plenty of admirers, and this wouldn’t be the first time someone had sent her an over-the-top gesture. You managed to lug the flowers into the living room, where everyone’s eyes turned toward you.

"Uh, Nobara, I think these are for you," you said, slightly out of breath as you set the bouquet down on the coffee table.

Nobara looked up from her phone, her brows furrowing in confusion. "For me? I didn’t order anything like that."

Curious, she leaned over to inspect the bouquet, but it was Yuji who noticed the small card tucked among the flowers. He grabbed it and read it out loud with a grin.

"To my favorite butcher. Hope these brighten your day. – Sukuna."

You froze, your mind going blank for a moment. Did he just say Sukuna?

Nobara’s eyes widened in surprise, and Megumi raised an eyebrow. Yuji, on the other hand, looked far too pleased with himself, his earlier comments suddenly making a lot more sense.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," you muttered, a mix of disbelief and something else bubbling up inside you—was it embarrassment? Annoyance? You weren’t sure.

Nobara smirked, leaning back on the couch. "Well, well, seems like someone’s caught the eye of Mr. Tall, Dark, and Scary."

"Shut up," you snapped, though your voice lacked the usual bite. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Sukuna, the intimidating, aloof man who barely spoke more than a few words to you, had sent you flowers. And not just any flowers—this was a bouquet that probably cost more than your monthly rent.

Yuji looked like he was about to burst with excitement. "See? I told you! He likes you!"

You didn’t know how to respond. All you could do was stare at the bouquet, trying to process the fact that Sukuna, of all people, had sent it to you. This was the same man who barely managed to have a conversation without scaring the living daylights out of everyone around him, and now he was sending you flowers?

Megumi finally broke the silence with a simple question. "So…what are you going to do?"

You blinked, realizing everyone was waiting for your reaction. "I… I don’t know," you admitted, feeling more overwhelmed by the minute. This was completely out of your comfort zone. You weren’t used to this kind of attention, especially not from someone like Sukuna.

Yuji clapped his hands together, looking far too eager. "You should thank him! Maybe invite him over for dinner or something."

Nobara rolled her eyes. "Or, you know, just keep it cool and see where it goes. No need to rush into anything."

You could barely keep up with their suggestions. All you knew was that your life had just gotten a lot more complicated, thanks to one ridiculously large bouquet of flowers.

From that day on, the flowers kept coming. Every single morning, without fail, there would be a massive bouquet waiting for you at the door. It got to the point where the entire apartment—and especially your room—was overflowing with flowers. The smell of roses, lilies, and other assorted blooms became a constant presence in your life, whether you liked it or not.

At first, your roommates found it amusing. Yuji would make jokes about how you’d have to start selling flowers on the side, and Nobara would tease you about your "secret admirer." Even Megumi, usually quiet and reserved, couldn’t resist the occasional smirk when you came home with yet another bouquet.

But you weren’t amused. This wasn’t just some cute gesture—it was becoming overwhelming. You tried to get Sukuna to stop when you saw him at the butcher shop, but every time you brought it up, he would just give you that knowing smirk, as if he was enjoying this little game of his. And with customers around, you couldn’t exactly make a scene. You were stuck, and it was infuriating.

You didn’t have time for this. You didn’t want to be in a relationship, not now, not ever. You had too many responsibilities, too many things that needed your attention. Your sister was still living at home, and you were determined to get her out of there as soon as you could. The last thing you needed was a man to complicate things.

You’d seen it happen too many times before—how a man would swoop in, charm his way into a woman’s life, and then slowly, insidiously, start to show his true colors. You had no interest in being wooed into a relationship only to end up trapped or worse. No, you had to stay focused. No relationships, no love, nothing that could derail your plans.

And yet, here you were, surrounded by flowers from a man who clearly didn’t take "no" for an answer. It wasn’t just frustrating—it was infuriating. You didn’t know what Sukuna wanted from you, but you knew one thing for sure: you weren’t going to let him get it.

As you stood in the kitchen one morning, staring at the latest bouquet that had taken over the counter, you felt a wave of determination wash over you. You were going to put an end to this, one way or another. No more flowers, no more games. You were done being played with.

"Yuji, can you call Sukuna and tell him to come over? I need to talk with him," you said, your tone firm and leaving no room for argument.

Yuji, being his usual playful self, couldn't resist making a big deal out of it. "Ooooh, are you finally going to confess your undying love?" he teased, drawing out the words with a grin.

You weren’t in the mood for his antics. Your expression was serious, and he quickly caught on. The smile faded from his face as he raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I’ll tell him. But don’t be too harsh on him, alright? He’s just…you know, trying to be nice in his own weird way."

You crossed your arms, exhaling sharply. "I don't care, Yuji. Nobody asked him to do this. He needs to learn how to take 'no' for an answer."

Yuji nodded, understanding that you were fed up. He grabbed his phone and stepped out of the room to make the call.

A few minutes later, Yuji returned, looking a bit sheepish. "He’s on his way. Should be here in about twenty minutes."

"Good," you replied, though your heart was pounding in your chest. You had no idea how Sukuna would react, but you were determined to stand your ground. This wasn't just about the flowers anymore—it was about setting boundaries and making it clear that you weren’t someone to be trifled with.

"I heard you wanted to talk. What do you need, sweetheart?" Sukuna's voice was smooth, a touch of amusement playing at the corners of his lips as he leaned against the doorframe of your room. He seemed completely at ease, despite the tension you were feeling.

You sat there, taking a moment to gather your thoughts. You had rehearsed this conversation in your mind over and over, reminding yourself that this was for the best. He deserved someone who had it together, someone beautiful, from a nice family, who wasn’t carrying around all the trauma you had. Someone who could love him well. You didn’t trust yourself to fall in love. You knew better than anyone that this couldn’t be real. Just because he sent you a few flowers didn’t mean he actually liked you. This was just a game to him—it had to be.

"Can you stop sending flowers?" you finally said, your voice steady though your heart was racing. "We don’t have space to put them anymore." You gestured around your room, which was practically overflowing with bouquets. They were on your desk, the floor, even in your closet and bathroom.

Sukuna didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he scanned the room, taking in the sheer volume of flowers he’d sent. Then his gaze returned to you, softer now, almost…curious. "You don’t like them? I wasn’t sure what your favorite flowers were."

He looked particularly handsome today, wearing an all-black suit without the jacket, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the tattoos that ran down his arms and neck. The sight of him like this only made the situation more difficult. There was no way a man like him could actually love you. This had to be some kind of dare or joke between him and his friends.

"It’s not that I don’t like them," you said, trying to keep your voice level. "It’s just… it’s too much. I’m not interested in playing games, Sukuna. I’m not… I’m not the kind of girl you think I am."

He didn’t move from his spot but his expression shifted slightly, a frown tugging at his lips. "Games? You think this is a game?"

You hesitated, feeling the weight of his words. "Isn’t it? You don’t know anything about me. And I don’t know anything about you. You can’t just—" You gestured to the flowers again, frustrated. "This isn’t real."

He straightened up, his amusement gone, replaced by something far more serious. "You think I’m doing this for fun? That I’m playing with you?"

You couldn’t meet his gaze, the intensity of it was too much. "Why would someone like you… want someone like me?" The question slipped out before you could stop it, the vulnerability in your voice betraying you.

Sukuna moved closer, closing the distance between you. "Maybe because I see something in you that you don’t see in yourself." His voice was lower now, more sincere. "I’m not here because of some dare or because I’m bored. I’m here because I’m interested in you, Y/N. And if that means I have to keep sending flowers until you believe it, then so be it."

You felt a lump in your throat, unsure of how to respond. This was not how you expected the conversation to go. But there was still that nagging doubt, that voice in your head telling you not to fall for it, not to let yourself get hurt.

"Sukuna…" you started, but he cut you off.

"I’m not asking for anything right now," he said, his voice softening further. "Just… think about it, alright? And if you really want me to stop sending flowers, I will. But I’m not going anywhere. Not until you see that I’m serious."

He just stared at you for a moment, his intense gaze holding yours. "Look, we don’t have to be in a relationship or anything like that," he began, his voice steady and genuine. "But I want to help you. I can see it, Y/N—you’re carrying a lot on your own. You don’t have to go through this alone."

You blinked, unsure how to respond. Sukuna’s words were unexpected, and the sincerity behind them caught you off guard. He wasn’t pushing for anything, not demanding or pressuring you into something you weren’t ready for. Instead, he was offering support, something you hadn’t had in a long time.

"I can help you with anything," he continued, his tone softer now. "Just ask me. You don’t have to repay me; you’re not in debt to me. I’ll help you just because I want to."

The weight of his offer settled over you, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. Sukuna, this man who seemed so intimidating and larger-than-life, was standing in front of you, offering his help with no strings attached. It was hard to believe, hard to accept that someone like him would genuinely want to help someone like you without expecting anything in return.

But the way he looked at you, with a mix of determination and concern, made it clear that he meant every word. There was no hidden agenda, no ulterior motive—just a desire to be there for you in whatever way you needed.

"Why?" you finally asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "Why would you want to help me?"

He shrugged slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Maybe because I’ve been where you are, or maybe because I just don’t like seeing someone struggle when I can do something about it. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you don’t have to do this alone."

You felt your defenses wavering, the walls you had built around yourself slowly crumbling. It had been so long since someone had offered to help without expecting anything in return, and the idea of accepting that help was both terrifying and comforting.

"Sukuna, I…" you started, but the words got caught in your throat. You didn’t know how to explain the fear, the doubt, the overwhelming need to keep your guard up.

But he seemed to understand without you having to say it. "You don’t have to decide right now," he said gently. "Just know that the offer is there. And if you ever need anything, all you have to do is ask."

With that, he gave you one last reassuring look before turning to leave, giving you the space you needed to process everything. As the door closed behind him, you were left standing there, feeling a mix of emotions—confusion, relief, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of hope.

this is more for me than anyone. ik its long but enjoy. part two will be out soon!

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forgot i had this other ver loollllllllllll

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