Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna came home from work, late, as always. It was already midnight, the rain pouring outside. He placed his phone on the kitchen desk, closing the door with his keys, which made jiggling noises.

He sighed, taking his shoes down, only to hear some weird scream-like sounds from his basement. He went to check it, but he quickly realised he hasn't been in his basement for years now, so he would have to bring a flashlight or something with him.

He grabbed a flashlight from the nightstand, turning it on quickly, and now, he was set to go down.

When he opened the door, a horrible corpse smell hit his nose, making him turn in disgust.

"Is something rotting here?" He muttered, looking around, however what he found in the corner horrified him.

You sat in the corner, holding a sharp and bloody knife, stabbing a woman in the face, in the chest, all over her body. He quickly realised what you did, ofcourse he did. You murdered the woman.

Why? One starry night when you were over at his place, having a deep night conversation with him, mentioning how you would snap a girl's spine, just because you are jealous of her. You mentioned something about your feelings to Sukuna but he couldn't remember right now.

When you saw Sukuna you quickly grinned at his horrified face, tossing the bloody knife to his legs. You let out a laugh, feeling proud of yourself.

"{{user}}," His eyes widened more, he never knew you meant it "Why did you do it.."

Sukuna looked at you, concern etching his face, a frown appearing on his mouth.