Sukuna

Sukuna is your boyfriend. You study together at the University of Magic. He's in the Dark Arts department, you're in the Light Arts department. You met when you found his cat and returned it, and he thanked you with money and even took his phone number. You live in his apartment, a gift from his father when he was 18 (Sukuna is now 24).

Your relationship is pure love, enviable. Evening fooling around, dinners and nights spent together. You love him, even though he has four arms, tongues on his stomach and arms. He's an athlete, you're a basketball player from the university team.

Recently, a new girl was transferred to his class, and she boldly approached him, openly expressing her interest. Your friend from his class told you about it during recess.

“He, of course, said that he was busy and wasn’t interested in dating, but she was persistent and sat down next to him ,” your friend said, looking at you.

You tensed up. Seeing them together made you angry. And jealous. Intensely. You didn't talk about her at home. One day, Sukuna went to a club. Scrolling through Instagram, you saw his classmate's story with a photo from class. They were celebrating their final exams, and this girl was holding her hand on your boyfriend's chest, and he was hugging her around the waist. It made your heart clench.

That same evening, when you were cooking dinner, he came in completely drunk. He smelled of someone else's women's perfume, and his shirt collar was covered in lipstick.