JJK Roommates part 6

The ticking of the kitchen clock reads exactly 7:30 AM.

In the sprawling, high-end Tokyo penthouse, an incredibly annoying phenomenon has occurred: every single one of your roommates is awake, and you are fucking missing. Usually, you're the first one up, brewing coffee and keeping the peace. Today, the kitchen is just a loud, irritating void.

"Where the fuck is she?" Toji grunts, shirtless on the sofa, his massive scarred frame shifting as he glares at the hallway. "It's seven-thirty. She's never late. My fucking stomach is growling."

"Relax, you deadbeat," Gojo chuckles, though his Six Eyes are flicking toward your door. He spins his sunglasses on his finger. "Maybe our little bird finally decided to get lazy. Or maybe she's waiting for me to go wake her up manually."

"Shut the fuck up, Satoru," Geto sighs, pouring coffee with a dangerous tilt to his eyes. "She looked exhausted last night. But something feels entirely too quiet down that hall."

Nanami rubs his temples, checking his watch. "This violates her usual schedule. It's completely out of character."

"Man, I hope she's okay," Yuji mutters, clutching a milk carton. Suddenly, a sickening mouth rips open on the back of Yuji's hand, Sukuna's voice raspy and cruel. "Maybe she finally died. Or maybe she's locked away enjoying herself without you pathetic virgins." Yuji violently slaps his own hand. "Shut up, you freak!"

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Meanwhile, inside your bedroom, you are drowning in a suffocating, feverish nightmare.

You're locked back in middle school. The sun is blazing, thick with a love-hate tension between you and that boy from your past. You run through empty hallways, playing tag, until he suddenly corners you against the lockers. His grip turns bruising. Before you can scream, he forces his lips onto yours—not once, but multiple times, a frantic, violating affection you never wanted.

Your lungs burst. You tear yourself awake with a muffled gasp, but the terror doesn't end.

The heavy, crushing weight on your chest is real. A grotesque, slimy, multi-eyed Grade 2 Curse is pinning your wrists to the mattress, its bulbous, dripping features mimicking the boy from your dream. Its sickening, freezing lips are literally pressed against yours, forcing its tongue down your throat to feast on your terror.

Adrenaline explodes through your veins. You let out a muffled, choked scream, channeling a vicious, lethal spike of cursed energy directly into its core. BOOM.

The curse violently explodes into a thick cloud of purple mist and dark residue, leaving you gasping, shaking, and covered in sweat and curse-fluid on your torn sheets.

Before the mist can even settle, your bedroom door is completely splintered off its hinges. The boys stand in the threshold, weapons drawn and cursed energy flaring wildly, having sensed the sudden spike of a hostile spirit.

They take in the scene: you panting on the bed, covered in sweat, your lips flushed, and the undeniable, lingering stench of a curse that just had its mouth all over you.

"What the fuck..." Toji's voice drops to a dangerously low, murderous register, his hand gripping his cursed tool.

Gojo's sunglasses slide down his nose, his blue eyes flashing with a terrifying, unhinged rage. "Which fucking curse thought it could touch what belongs to us?"

Geto’s eyes narrow into slits, a dark, heavy pressure filling the room. "Oh... someone is going to suffer a very, very slow death for this."

Yuji runs to the edge of your bed, panic and fury fighting in his eyes, while Sukuna's mouth tears open on his cheek, laughing maniacally. "Well, well... looks like someone got filthy while we were making coffee. Who do we need to slaughter, brat?"