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It had been three days since the incident with Sukuna, and he still hadn’t replied.
She tried to act as if what happened between them didn’t matter.
“Why give me a phone if he won’t even reply?” she muttered to herself, staring gloomily at the new phone in her hands.
It even had a cute wrist strap with a small keychain he’d said she might like. Her hand rested against her chin as she gazed blankly at the wall.
For someone who had been in therapy since she was young, she still couldn’t comprehend the emotions swirling inside her now. Was she supposed to be worried that she’d hurt Sukuna’s feelings—or afraid because he was the only one willing to train her and make her stronger? Sukuna’s teaching was so effective that she discovered many things she never knew she could do.
Did I lead him on? The thought came unbidden.
She hadn’t.
Everything she had done was for survival. She remembered the time she acted submissively toward Sukuna—because she had no choice. She’d been locked inside his place, her phone confiscated, and she knew he would kill her if she tried to run.
But then again… he saved me, she thought. He had saved her many times. She never asked him to, but she had hoped—desperately—that someone would. And each time, it had been Sukuna who showed up.
But it was because of that contract, she reminded herself. He wouldn’t even tell me who he made the deal with. She thought of the pact they’d made—how she had promised not to ignore him anymore after she’d tried to cut ties.
Why is he acting this way? Acting hurt and angry when she told him she was scared of him.
Isn’t he supposed to be happy that I’m scared? After all… he was Sukuna. And being feared was supposed to be what he wanted.
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Therapy Notes – Patient: Y/N
Age: 15 | Formerly enrolled at Tokyo Jujutsu High, transferred to Kyoto Campus for two weeks of therapy sessions.
Therapist: Dr. Holt
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Dr. Holt:
“Last time, you mentioned your classmates were being unkind to you. Is that still happening?”
Y/N:
Flashback begins
“Didn’t your daddy kill his own parents?” one of her new classmates sneered.
“What’s it like being raised by a murderer?” another chimed in.
“Bet he taught you how to kill civilians, too. Or did you learn that in the cage with your dead brother?”
“Yes, they are,” Y/N muttered, recalling the conversation.
Flashback ends
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Dr. Holt:
“That sounds incredibly hurtful, Y/N. How have you been handling it?”
Y/N:
“I just ignore them.”
Dr. Holt:
“I see. Sometimes ignoring can be a way to protect yourself… but it can also feel very lonely. Have you had the chance to make a friend since you’ve been there?”
Y/N:
“No.”
Dr. Holt:
“Has anyone tried to reach out to you? Or have you felt able to approach someone yourself?”
Y/N:
Flashback begins
“Y/N… are you okay?” a male voice called from outside the cubicle.
“Leave me alone, please,” she replied.
“I—I’m not here to bully you,” the boy said.
She didn’t answer.
“You didn’t look okay earlier, so I just… wanted to check in.”
She cracked the door open and saw one of her classmates—his name escaping her.
“Uh…” she hesitated, trying to remember.
“Noritoshi Kamo. We’re in the same year,” he said.
“Hi…” she replied, glancing at the hand he offered. She hesitated but shook it.
“I got you this.” He handed her an orange juice box.
“I—I don’t know what you like… I have apple and orange too. Just pick one.”
Suspicious, she took the apple-flavored one.
“Thanks. You didn’t have to,” she said.
They sat together in silence on the sink counter. Kamo noticed she wasn’t drinking her juice.
“H-Hey, I thought that was—” He grabbed it, opened it, took a sip, and handed it back.
“Oh,” she said flatly. “You drank from it.”
“You weren’t drinking because you thought I put something in it, right?” he asked.
She stayed silent.
“Don’t worry. I’m not sick,” Kamo said.
“I think you are. You’re in the women’s bathroom, Kamo.” She finally took a sip.
He scratched his head and laughed awkwardly.
“Sorry about our classmates. They’ve been mean to you,” Kamo said.
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” she replied.
“No, it’s not. I told them to stop, but they didn’t listen.”
“Why are you being nice to me, anyway?”
“I just thought you’re really pretty,” Kamo admitted.
Oh… that was it, she thought. He just thinks I’m some pretty face. He doesn’t care. He just wants me as a prize.
“Did I say something wrong?” Kamo asked, confused.
“Leave me alone, Kamo. You’re weird for coming into the women’s bathroom.” She walked out.
Flashback ends
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Y/N:
“I don’t know.”
Dr. Holt:
“When you say ‘I don’t know,’ do you mean you’re not sure how to feel about it?”
Y/N:
“Some boy was nice to me, but only because of how I look. He didn’t want to be my friend.”
Dr. Holt:
“That must have felt disappointing… maybe even a little like betrayal. Do you think there’s a chance he was trying, even in his own way?”
Y/N:
“No. I hate that school. I don’t want to go back. Please don’t make me.”
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Session – One Month Later
Dr. Holt:
“Tell me how school’s been going since our last session.”
Y/N:
“I hate it. I want to transfer back to Tokyo.”
Dr. Holt:
“Something must have happened for you to feel this strongly. Can you tell me what changed?”
Y/N:
“I reflected on what you said last month and tried being nice to Kamo. We actually became good friends… but then rumors started. Nasty ones. They said I bewitched him, that I was letting him screw me in the girls’ bathroom.”
Dr. Holt:
“That’s a terrible thing to have said about you, especially after you took the risk to trust someone. Did Kamo know about these rumors?”
Y/N:
“They said it to my face. I know Kamo heard it, but he didn’t do anything. He never denied it. Please… I don’t want to go back there.”
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She was transferred back to Tokyo Jujutsu High—on the condition that Suguru Geto would work overseas, since they couldn’t be together as father and daughter.
She never spoke to her old Kyoto classmates again, even during the exchange events. The bullying and betrayal became her fuel to train harder.
I’m not going to lose to those Kyoto bitches, she thought.
As for Kamo, she never saw him romantically. For a brief moment, she thought they could be friends—but she had been wrong.
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Sukuna still hadn’t replied to her. It had been two weeks.
She told herself it didn’t matter—what’s done is done. She didn’t mean to hurt him, but even if she had, she couldn’t change it now. What she could do was keep him in her corner. She needed Sukuna. At least until she perfected her domain. Until she became first grade.
That’s all it was. That’s all this was.
“Hey. I cooked you a pie,” she texted.
Left on read. Again.
She frowned at the screen. Fine. Another text.
“I’ll leave it at the park where we usually meet.”
It wasn’t an apology, not really. She told herself it wasn’t. But the truth was messier, tangled in her chest—because while she needed his mentorship, a part of her also didn’t like the thought of him shutting her out. That part was harder to explain.
The thought made her head throb. A sharp, splitting pressure coiled just behind her eyes, enough to make her grip her temples and rub hard, then slap the side of her head like she could knock the confusion loose. A faint crackle danced at her fingertips—lightning licking her skin—before fading as she held the pie..
She went to the park but before efore that, though, she stopped by Gojo’s room.
“Hey, Dad! This is for you,” she said, sliding another pie onto his table.
“Mmm, smells so good!” Gojo beamed.
“I made it extra sweet for you! Anyway, I’m going to the park—assignments are done! I’ll be back soon!” she said quickly, turning to leave.
But before she could take another step, Gojo teleported in front of her.
“The park?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, I’m going now. Bye. Enjoy your pie!” she said, brushing past him.
“Who are you going with?”
“Just myself.”
Her tone was sharper this time—annoyed.
Gojo’s smile faded slightly. “No. You can’t go alone.”
“Fine. I’ll take Yuji with me,” she snapped.
“Yuji?” he echoed, eyes narrowing slightly.
“Yes. Yuji.”
Now she was really annoyed. She just wanted to drop off the damn pie, not go through this pop quiz.
“Are you… homewrecking?” Gojo asked in a near-gasp.
“I’m not—! W-wait… You know about Megumi and Yuji?” she asked, eyes narrowing. Did Megumi actually tell him about his stupid crush?
“I knew it!” Gojo exclaimed, pointing like he’d just cracked a case.
“What?” she blinked.
“I thought something was going on, but no one tells me anything! I’ve been leaving clues, making comments, even tried to lock them in the same supply closet—”
“What?! That was you?!”
“—but Megumi just kept giving me that tired ‘stop talking’ face. But now, I’m sure! I knew that little pout meant something!”
Y/N blinked. “…Gojo. You can’t just manipulate teenagers into confessing their feelings. If you’re going to do it, let me know! I was getting blamed because of you!”
“So Megumi really does like Yuji, huh? Like like-like?”
“Yeah, don’t make it weird,” she said.
“This is literally my favorite thing I’ve heard all week,” he said, already forgetting why he stopped her in the first place.
“I swear, if Megumi finds out I told you anything—”
“Oh, no no no. This never happened,” Gojo said, miming zipping his lips. “I’m just a man eating a pie.”
“You better be.”
He took a bite. “Mmm. Sweet. Teenage love.”
She groaned. “I’m leaving now.”
“Enjoy the park! Say hi to Yuji! Tell Megumi I said—wait, no, tell no one I said anything!”
She slammed the door shut behind her.
She went to the park alone. She hadn’t even bothered to ask Yuji. Nothing’s going to happen. Nothing bad, she told herself.
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After she dropped off the pie at the park, Y/N sat down on the empty bench, the quiet settling around her like a fragile veil. The memory of her fight with Sukuna churned in her mind. Each word, each look, replaying with sharp clarity.
Her voice had faltered back then, weighed down by confusion she hadn’t fully understood. She’d been trying so hard to expose him, to keep her distance, but somehow, she found herself tangled deeper—trusting him, depending on him, even as fear gripped her.
And then she remembered something that hit harder than any insult—Sukuna pointing out that she’d started wearing perfume.
Her chest tightened at the memory. How had she not noticed? She hadn’t worn perfume before—not seriously. But lately, she found herself reaching for it, trying to appear… different. Better. Maybe more acceptable to him.
Why am I doing this? The thought spiraled inside her.
She wasn’t in love with Sukuna. Not really. She hadn’t allowed herself to think that way. She told herself she only needed him for his mentorship, his strength, the power he could help her unlock.
But still… why was she performing for him? Why did she change little things about herself to get his approval, to ease the tension between them?
The line between fear and something else blurred. The boundaries she thought she had were slipping away, and she didn’t know how to stop it.
I’m not his lover. She repeated the thought like a mantra. I don’t have deeper feelings for him.
But then why was she acting like she did?
Her hands trembled lightly, and she felt the faint electric zap of lightning flicker beneath her skin—the physical echo of the turmoil twisting inside her.
I’m scared. I’m confused. And maybe... I’m losing myself.
Tears pricked her eyes as the weight of it all pressed down. The trust she had in her own instincts—her own feelings—was crumbling.
For the first time in a long while, she realized she wasn’t just afraid of Sukuna. She was afraid of what she was becoming because of him.
Maybe… maybe I need help. Not to fix him. Not to fix us. But to find myself again.
With shaky fingers, she pulled out her phone and stared at Dr. Holt’s number.