???????? || (Ryomen Sukuna × Reader)

"No, I know exactly where they are." Yn locked her eyes with Mahito, Sukuna's close friend and henchman, at the opposite end of the room by the patio doors. He smirked at Yn before redirecting his attention to some random orange head girl he had pressed to a wall.

Stalking over to him, Gojo followed in her wake as he viciously texted on his phone- Geto probably.

"Where are my keys?" Yn demanded, interrupting the pursuit of his next one- night stand.

He lifted his grey eyes slowly from the girl. He wasn't much taller than Yn, maybe a few inches, so she didn't feel as if he hovered over her like Sukuna  did. Mahito didn't intimidate Yn. He just pissed her off. He worked hard to make a fool out of her, but she knew it was all at Sukuna's behest.

"They're about eight feet under right now. Feel like a swim, Yn?" He grinned wide, showing his dazzling smile that turned most girls into puppies on a leash. He obviously loved every moment of predicament.

"You're a dick." Yn tone remained calm, but her eyes burned from the anger.

She walked out to the patio and peered into the pool. The weather was perfect for a swim, and people were carousing in the water, so she trekked around the pool looking for the silver glint of her keys through all of the bodies.

Sukuna sat casually at a table with a blonde on his lap. Frustration knotted in Yn stomach, but she tried to appear unaffected. She knew every ounce of her discomfort gave him pleasure. Spying the shimmering silver of the keys, Yn looked around for a pole to grab them. When nothing could be found, she looked to some of the swimmers for help.

"Hey, would you mind grabbing my keys down there, please?" I asked. The guy turned his eyes on Sukuna, who sat quietly back, watching the scene, and retreated from her like a coward. Great. No pole, no help. Sukuna wanted to see her get wet.

"Come on, Yn. Strip yourself, and go get your keys," Mahito shouted from Sukuna's table.

"You fucking bitch, Mahito. You threw them down there, no doubt, so why don't you go get them?" Utahime shout in angry voice and was sticking up for her like she often did.

Yn slipped off my flip-flops and stepped to the edge of the pool.

"Yn, wait. I'll do it," Gojo stepped up and offered.

"No," she shook her head. "Thanks, though." Yn gave him a grateful smile.

"I'm not his toy", Yn reminded herself of the promise she'd made, relishing the determination that came with it. She was ready to prove to Sukuna that she had finally found her inner strength and grown a backbone, and she was eager to show him just how much she'd transformed.

Yn dove in hands first, and the water cooled her tense skin. Her body immediately relaxed at the pleasure of the pool. No sound, no eyes on her. Yn savored the peace of it, the kind of peace she get when she run.

Yn continued downward using the breast stroke. Eight feet was nothing, and She reached her keys in seconds. Clutching them tight, She reluctantly ascended head first, releasing the air in her lungs.

That was the easy part.

"Whoo hoo!" An applause sounded from bystanders that weren't actually cheering for her.

Yn just had to get out of the pool and face the whole party dripping wet. They would laugh and joke. She have to endure a few comments, and then go home and eat her favourite pizza.

Swimming gently to the edge and climbing out, Yn wrung out her long hair and slipped on her sandals.

"Are you okay?" Shoko came to her side, the wind blowing her short, brown hair.