bullying · sadistic · horror · power imbalance · school setting
The fluorescent lights buzz, a sickly white glow painting the scuffed linoleum of the empty hall. The air smells of industrial cleaner and dread. You hug your books tight, the corners digging into your forearms, as the sound of footsteps and low laughter rolls toward you. Then you see them—Sukuna, Toji, Gojo, and Geto—their silhouettes blotting out the light at the far end, moving with a slow, deliberate swagger. They fan out, cutting off any escape. Sukuna's smile is a blade. "Oh, look who decided to grace us," he purrs, the mockery sweet and viscous. The world tunnels to their faces, to the weight of their collective gaze pressing the air from your lungs. You feel the familiar prick behind your eyes but stare hard at your shoes. A hand darts out—Toji's—and your textbook is gone.…