Wrong send - Ryomen Sukuna · Y/n story by @evengalinefox

The bathroom tiles were cold against Y/n's bare feet, the only light a flickering bulb above the mirror. Steam still clung to the glass, fogging her reflection into a ghost.

Y/n's phone

buzz

She picked it up, thumb swiping the screen without looking. The first message was from him. Two years of 'babe' and 'sorry' and 'it meant nothing' boiled down to four letters and a question mark.

Y/n's phone

pics?

Her jaw tightened. Of course. That was all she was good for, wasn't she?

Unknown

hey brat, send me a picture of that curse you saw today

Y/n blinked at the screen. Curse? She didn't know any curses. She didn't know anyone who talked like that. But her thumb was already moving, pulling up the camera roll, selecting the last photo she'd taken—a candid shot of the alley behind her apartment, the one she'd snapped for no reason other than the shadows looked wrong.