Some angst for ace? A Lil out of character maybe that's why it's been in my drafts for so long anyway now were down to 38 drafts
"I cheated on you."
He blurted those words out a few minutes after you both got home.
You froze, almost like your brain refused to process what you'd just heard.
The night had been so perfect.
You had been hanging out with friends at a bar and made it back home, but now you were sure the night was about to be ruined.
Slowly, you turned to look back at him. "What?" You asked with a dry laugh.
You needed him to repeat himself because there was no way he had just said what you thought he did.
But when you looked into his eyes, all you saw was guilt.
And you knew.
"I-I cheated on you, Y/n..." Ace said, staring at you. "It was a month ago... I've been trying to tell you... but I..."
"You're serious, Ace?" You asked in complete disbelief. "Why... wha..." You didn't even know what you were trying to ask anymore, only that your knees suddenly felt weak.
"I'm sorry... it was a mistake, Y/n. I-"
"A month?!" You shouted, confusion finally being overtaken by anger. "You did this a month ago and you're just now telling me?!"
"I wanted to tell you... I tried..."
"You let me go around like everything was normal!"
Ace winced. He knew you had every right to react like this, but he couldn't keep carrying the weight of the secret any longer.
"It didn't mean anything, I swear-"
"Then why the hell did you do it?!" You shouted.
Ace opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He couldn't even bring himself to look up from the floor.
You scoffed, angrily wiping at the tears threatening to fall.
"Now you want to be quiet? What the fuck, Ace?"
"It was a mistake!" He said, taking a step toward you.
You immediately stepped back, keeping the distance between the two of you.
"I was out with the guys... drinking... one thing led to another..."
"Bullshit!" You snapped. "You were drunk? I've been drunk plenty of times and I don't cheat!"
"Please, Y/n-"
"Who was it?"
"...Huh?"
"Who was it with? Do I know them? None of the other guys tried to stop you?"
More guilt washed over Ace's face as he looked away.
"Who was it, Ace?"
"...It was... my ex."
You stared at him.
"Y/n... it didn't mean anythingno sware."
He tried taking another step closer.
"We'd both been so busy... we hadn't really been with each other these past few weeks. I was drunk... she kissed me first..."
His words were cut off by the sting of your hand across his face.
Silence filled the apartment.
Tears spilled freely down your face.
"We were both busy," you scoffed through your sobs. "I was missing you too, but you don't see me going out and sleeping with my ex."
You took a shaky breath before asking the question you weren't sure you wanted the answer to.
"...Do you still love her?"
"Wha-? No! Of course not! Y/N, you're the only one for me."
You laughed bitterly, "Not if you go out and sleep with someone else."
Ace reached for you again before letting his hand fall back to his side.
"Please... just let me explain."
You let out a hollow laugh.
"Explain what, Ace?"
"That you accidentally took your clothes off?"
"That you accidentally slept with her?"
"That you accidentally came home and looked me in the eyes every day for a month?"
Each question dug deeper than the last. Ace stood frozen, unable to answer.
"What did you think I'd do once you told me?" You ran your hands over your face. "Do you realize what you've done to us... to me?"
"I trusted you..." Your voice broke into a sob.
"...More than anyone else."
You pressed a hand against your chest, trying to steady your breathing.
"I'm going to sit here wondering...if you were thinking about her while you were holding me."
"...If you wanted her."
"I don't!" Ace immediately reached toward you again.
This time you smacked his hand away.
"Y/n, it didn't mean anything! I promise I love you!"
That made you freeze.
The apartment fell silent once more.
"...You love me?"
"More than anything."
A broken laugh escaped your lips.
You didn't know what to believe as more tears blurred your vision.
Ace's face completely crumbled as he watch all the thoughts run through your face.
"There hasn't been a day that's gone by that I haven't hated myself."
"Thats supposed to make me feel better?"
Ace opened his mouth but no words came out, "I-"
"...God..." You ran your hands through your hair, "I don't want to hate you." Your voice cracked. "I really don't-- But ai can't even look at you right now..."
Ace swallowed hard.
The man you'd imagined marrying.
The man you'd pictured spending the rest of your life with.
The man you trusted more than anyone.
You didn't recognize him anymore.
"...I really can't look at you right now." You repeates
The words were barely above a whisper.
That hurt Ace more than every scream that came before them.
"Please..." His own voice broke. "Y/n... I love you."
You squeezed your eyes shut.
"...Just go."
Ace stood there for a few more seconds hoping, praying.
Waiting for you to change your mind.
But you didn't, and you weren't at least not tonight.
He reached for his keys on the counter.
He stopped at the front door.
His hand rested on the doorknob.
"...I'm sorry Y/n."
It was the smallest you'd ever heard him sound.
A moment later...
The front door clicked shut behind him.
And for the first time since Ace had walked into your life...
Heres another one shot thats been sitting in my draft thats finally done not sure where I was going with this but here it is hope yall like it 💕💙
"I have a boyfriend." You said that before he could even say anything as he approached you
"Dammmmm y/n." Gojo was grinning. "Conceited much? I didn't even say anything yet."
You smiled raising an eyebrow, "okay, what were you gonna say?"
The smile never left his face,"wanna dance."
You snorted, "like I said I got a boyfriend."
Gojo did an exaggerated stretch looking around. "And where is he?"
"Excuse me?"
"He's not over here with you." His blue eyes stayed on yours. "I don't see him." A slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth again. "I do see you."
"Tch, you're annoying." You rolled your eyes at him with a shake of your head. He always pulled stuff like this.
Gojo snorted. "You're the annoying one here, babe."
"Me?"
"Yeah," he scoffed like it was obvious. "Babysitting a drink by yourself while looking like that." His eyes drifted over your outfit.
"I was perfectly fine minding my own business... you on the other hand are just asking for attention."
He looked past you, waving the bartender down.
"Let me pick up this lady's tab."
"Satoru..." you warned.
He only chuckled, pulling out his card and handing it over.
"What?" He asked innocently.
"He's going to take care of it." You said, referring to your boyfriend.
Gojo just smiled. "I'm sure he was."
"I'm seriously, Satoru."
But the bartender was already walking away with his card, your protest doing nothing.
"He's gonna hate this."
"It'll be our dirty little secret." He said leaning toward your ear.
Your breath hitched from his closeness and you sighed trying to get your nerves back under control.
You hated that you felt like such a schoolgirl whenever Satoru Gojo gave you attention.
And you hated that you were one hundred percent sure Gojo knew exactly the effect he had on you.
"Tsk, you're the worst." You said, shaking your head while biting back a smile.
"Aw, babe, if you keep calling me pet names like that I'm gonna start thinking you really like me." He joked.
You couldn't help but chuckle.
Gojo watched you with a mixture of admiration and frustration.
Never in his life had someone made him feel the way you did.
Most girls would blush, stumble over their words, or practically throw themselves at him.
But you? No way he'd be lucky if he got a smile out of you.
Really lucky if you laughed.
Mostly he got sarcasm and eye rolls.
Call him a masochist... because he loved it too.
He met you through Shoko, although he wished she'd introduced the two of you a lot sooner.
Maybe then he could've scooped you up before your so-called boyfriend ever had the chance.
Why you stayed with such a loser was beyond him.
Okay... maybe it wasn't really a mystery.
From everything he knew about your boyfriend, he wasn't a bad guy.
He just wasn't him.
And that should've been bad enough.
"How much longer you gonna make me wait, huh?" He said fiddling with the fabric of your shirt
"Hmm? For what?" You asked, tilting your head ignoring his hand
"For you to figure it out... and break up with that loser?" He grinned.
"Satoru?!" You gasped.
He let out a dry laugh, throwing his hands up. "Joking... I'm joking... I'm not..." Another laugh escaped him. "What are you doing with him? You don't even like him like that."
"You don't know what I like-"
"Maybe..." He teased. "Maybe not."
He stepped just a little closer.
Despite what you say Gojo knew you felt just as attracted to him as he was too you and his favorite hobby had became him testing your limits
"But I know he doesn't make you feel like I do."
"I-"
"Hey, baby!"
The voice cut through the moment and you instinctively took a step back from Gojo.
"Hey, babe." You smiled as your boyfriend walked over and kissed your forehead.
Gojo's expression immediately softened into something much more casual.
"Sup."
"Hey man." Your boyfriend barely looked at Gojo. "Ready?"
He was about to wave the bartender over before you stopped him.
"I took care of it already..."
Gojo lifted his drink to his lips, pretending not to notice.
Your boyfriend didn't say anything, but you could tell he'd already put two and two together.
You avoided looking at Gojo.
"But... yeah...um I'm ready."
"Leaving already?" Gojo raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," your boyfriend answered. "I've got places to be in the morning. She wanted to come out, but we agreed we'd stay till 10."
"Uh huh." Gojo nodded.
Looking at the two of you standing together...
He could tell you weren't really ready to leave
But you nodded anyway.
He wanted to roll his eyes but he refrained the urge.
Your boyfriend gave your hand a little tug toward the door and you followed him.
Gojo sighed to himself. Of course you weren't going to linger.
"Always a pleasure, y/n." He tipped his drink toward you.
You turned back with a small smile.
"Bye, Toru."
The second the nickname left your lips, you realized your mistake.
You refused to look back, choosing instead to lace your fingers tighter with your boyfriend's.
You didn't have to turn around to know exactly what kind of smug grin had spread across Gojo's face.
"Toru..." He chuckled under his breath. His grin only widened
"I can work with that," he said watching you leave.
In my mission to finish my drafts heres one I had been trying to complete since I watched this show back in march I was finally hit with some inspiration to finish my set of modern day Enjin headcanons🚬
Enjin is a tall clingy man
He'll walks behind you crowded places with his hands resting on your waist
He has the habit of resting his chin on top of your head whenever you're standing still
Or he'll use you as his own personal armrest leaning his arms on your shoulder
He doesn't do it on purpose all the time but he's touchy not in the pda kinda way just in the way he likes having you near
Lot of "Sorry didn't see you there shorty" jokes
Enjin's really big on forehead kisses
Half the time he does it without thinking cause
He loves cooking for you
Countless times you've woken up or came home to him just having himself a good time in the kitchen
But what surprised you most was the fact that his food is actually good
He won't admit out loud but he'll purposely leaves his t-shirts and hoodies over your place cause he loves seeing you wear any of his clothes
Likes it when you paint his nails
Hes not big on social media but if you check his phone all you'll find are pics of you and his most closest friends
But more photos of you than anything else your his lock and home screen
Hes very unserious loves cracking jokes, teasing you doing little things he knows will get under your skin just to get a reaction out of you cause he think it's so cute "you made cutie?"
He's a big texter
Expect your phone to blow up all day whenever your apart tik toks, memes, inside jokes, or "what u doing?" Text all day
Will listen to just about anything music wise but his favorite is a Playlist you made for him
He falls asleep way to fast doesn't do it on purpose but the second he hits a pillow you got about 5 minutes before he's knocked out
Again he's a big cuddler
He only sleeps with you two ways either your the little spoon or his face is buried in your neck
It's rare but if you fall asleep laying on him he won't complain in fact he loves that too
He doesnt mean to be such a flirt but sometimes it just comes out so naturally for him but if he can see you're annoyed with him he'll tone it down
When you are annoyed or upset with him he always flashes his smile showing off his dimples knowing it's a weakness for you
It's a 50/50 chance it will work
He's your personal handyman will fix anything that's broken and if you try to pay someone else he'll get in his feelings about it
Babygirl, princess, wifey, kid, cutie stinky
Are a few of the pet names he calls tho babygirl and cutie are his favorite
He'll do almost anything for you but he won't give up smoking
It's an argument that you've had like 100 times
He says it's his one bad habit and he's not ready to give it up
But he does make it a point not to smoke in the house or around you if you don't like it
And enjin keeps gum and mints on him just so when you kiss him it's not too bad if you're not into the taste
He doesn't think he's the jealous type and for the most part he isn't
But every now and then someone is just being a little too friendly
And he can't help but tap his foot wondering when you'll be ready to leave
Or for someone who's not huge on pda he gets way more touchy in public if only to show everyone you didn't come out alone
Always drives with one hand on your thigh or holding your hand
"Shouldn't you be using both hands on a wheel?" You'll tease him
"I can multi task" he always replies with a kiss to the back of you hand
His sense of humor is best described as simple
He laughs and jokes at just about any and everything
Tho his favorites are poop jokes and hes not afraid to admit it he thinks they're funny
And his laugh is so loud it crossing from being annoying to enduring to funny contagion back to annoying again
His idea of a perfect date is just a really domestic day laying in bed most of the day maybe shop a little
Cook a meal with you and lay on the couch catching up on a show
Hes very much a acts of service kinda guy
Does little things like making sure your car always has gas and is in good shape
Doesn't mind going on 11pm gas stations runs for you if your suddenly wanting something
He just wants to take care of you
Okay now to get a bit spicy 🌶
This man will do it anywhere if the mood strikes him and you're down he will take you in the bathroom, storage closest, the car he doesn't care if he wants you hes not gonna always wait until your home
The man got some long thick fingers and he knows how to use them
He can lay in bed all day fingering and eating you out for hours
Needless to say he enjoys overstimulating you
Your moans are just as addictive as cigarettes to him
Favorite position is your riding him reverse forward as long as he's under you he's in heaven
Big on eye content watching you, your reactions alone could get him off
Enjin will cum where ever you want him to
Tho his favorite is in your mouth
And he has no problem kiss you after in fact it's his favorite
Hes top tier when it comes aftercare
Will wipe you down, get you water, a towel, a blanket? You wanna just cuddle he down
Hes very much "whatever you want babygirl" kinda guy
So another part of my little drunk confession 🥂 series im doing this one's act bit angsty
"Damnit Kiego!" You shouted that placing your hand over your heart
You walked over to your bedroom window glaring at him from the other side
"We both know you will, so why dont you open it already," he said giving you a sly smile, "its cold out here."
You had half a mind to just close the curtins but you knew he was right
You opened your window
"I thought I told you I didn't want to see you again."
Keigo climed inside effortlessly, "What can I say? I can stay away from you no matter how much i try."
It hit as soon as he was close enough that the smell of alcohol hit you
Figures he'd bother you when he's drunk
His words did nothing to your irritated expression, "What do you want hawks." You made sure to put emphasis on his hero name
He just stared at you a small smile on his face
Your frown increased, "You're drunk keigo-" you wanted to snap at him
For bothering you at 2am but you had the feeling it wouldn't register to him anyway
"I thought you didnt drink when you had a job." You moved closer to keigo helping him out of his jacket
“I’m not drunk,” he muttered, shrugging out of his jacket
“Yeah, you're of sound mind flying into my room at 2 in the morning," you helped him to your bed despite knowing better
You just couldnt ignore the dark circles under his eyes when was the last time he got anh rest you wondered
"....I missed you y/n..." he said bearly above a whisper, but you knew it was ment for you to hear
You rolled your eyes helping him get his shoes off how many times have you heard that line
Too many
"Who's fault is that?" You said under your breath
You stood back up, "Now go to bed."
"Y/n..."
You pinched the space atop of your nose closing your eyes trying to tell yourself to be smart
"I really dont care what you have say right now. Just get some sleep and be gone by morning."
Keigo stared at you half in awe half in something else
You sighed, "Im tired and I dont want to argue with you right now...im being nice and sharing my bed with your drunk ass."
"I love you y/n."
It was simple
It was sincere
It was disarming
It was the first time he ever said those words to you
You froze, but quickly recovered shaking your head and finding any tasks around your room to clean
You settled on the clothes that was on the floor
Keigo didnt take kindly to you ignoring him
"Y/n did you hear me?"
You ignored him
"Y/n!"
"What!?"
You snapped, "what do you want!? What do you mean? You think you can pop in and out of my life whenever you want and im supposed to just let you? You love me? When have you ever shown me that? Pretty word are pretty not to mention your drunk!"
Keigo stared at you with his mouth opened not sure how to respond
He respected you too much to come up with just some lame excuse
"I do mean it....you're all I can think about y/n." He sighed deeply dragging his hands over his face slowly and dramatic. "I dont want this." He said it like it was obvious"...all I want is to forget you. Just treat you like your just some no one on the street." He looked at you sharply. "But i cant-- no one-- im in love with you y/n dont you get that?"
You were fighting the tears from forming in your eyes. Nails cutting into you skin from holding your fist so tight
How dare he? You thought
Off and on
Thats been your whole relationship, since the day you met
One minute he was present the next he was gone
One second he was showering you all the praise and affection in the world, he'd act like the perfect boyfriend
The next he was ignoring you for days on end with no explanation
It was exhausting
More than once you broke things off saying you couldnt keep up with his mood swings, especially if was keeping secrets too
But everytime he came crawling back to you saying he was sorry, saying that he'd be better and now he was saying he loved you?
How dare he?
After all the nights you cried yourself to sleep wondering what you did wrong? All the times he made you feel impossible to love?
After all the times you convinced yourself to try again because you thought maybe he changed this time?
After all those times
After the last time he left and you told him never to speak to you again
Now he comes and says he loves you
"You're such a dick, keigo."
Keigo just hiccupped, "I know."
Your chest tightened painfully, tears finally spilling over despite how hard you’d fought them back
“You love me? Well I cant stand you! i hate you! Everything about you! I wish I never met you!" I spat out those words him not sure if you ment them or not
All you could think was how dare he?
After wanting love from him after wanting to hear thos three words this is how he tells you?
Keigo nodded slowly like he deserved everything you spat at him
Then clumsy from the alcohol, he pushed himself off of your bed
“Keigo don’t.”
But he ignored you, crossing the small distance between you anyway
The second his hands reached for your arm you shoved against his chest
“No.”
“Y/n...please,” he whispered...begging..reaching closer to you again
You hated him, cause you knew you wouldn't be able to resit him
You hated the way your body still softened at the sound of him begging
Hated the way even now your heart reacted to him before your brain could catch up
Keigo reached for your face carefully, like he expected you to pull away again
He knew he deserved it if you did
He deserved worse with that he always put you through
But instead you just stood there crying while his thumb brushed underneath your eye wiping away tears he helped put there
“Don’t,” you whispered voice shaking and resolve fading
“I can’t stop loving you,” he admitted quietly. "You're the best thing thats ever happened to me."
Every nice word was a pierce to heart cause after everything how could you believe him now?
"Im sorry-" Kiego started again, "if you knew me....the real me- you'd hate me--really hate me." He continued wiping away your tears, "if you the truth-if you knew what ive done..."
"Kei..." you trailed off looking at him
The way he stared at you eyes pleading, tired, scared, drunk and heartbreakingly human
Nothing like the facade he always kept
Something told you it wasn't the the alcohol in his system making him this way
“Takami…” your voice cracked softer this time.
His eyes shut the second he heard his real name leave your mouth
Keigo seemed to just sink into you wrapping his arms around you fully burying his face against your shoulder like he was holding himself together with you
"Just dont leave me..."
It was disarming hearing him be so vulnerable and despite everything
You wrapped your arms around him, "I wont."
You didnt understand him, but you knew he needed you and part of you would always need him too
Im thinking of making this a little series with Amy husband just drunk confession it might be fun🙃
“Whhhy do you hate meeee so much y/n….” Gojo slurred at you, he was slumped all over the table.
You were reminded in this moment Gojo was a terrible drunk.
You sighed rolling your eyes, “I dont hate you.”
A lazy grin tugged at his mouth before disappearing just as his elbow slipped against the table and his head nearly smacked the table, but he caught himself.
“Like I’d believe that--you’ve hated me since forever.”
You just stared at him.
Gojo blinked slowly back at you from behind his crooked sunglasses. Somehow he still had them on at night, indoors, drunk off his ass like an idiot.
“You’re the one who’s hated me…” you mumbled, taking another sip of your drink.
You did hate him. Or at least you did at one point in your life.
As long as you could remember you couldn’t stand Satoru Gojo. He was irritating, obnoxious, arrogant, immature, condescending and a whole list of other negative adjectives.
But what made you hate him more was that he could back everything up.
He was literally the strongest.
And he never let you forget it.
He always had something to say.
“You’re so weak y/n.”
“Why are you even a sorcerer? You suck.”
“Give up already.”
Those were just a few of the things he told you on a semi regular basis.
And when the strongest person in the world tells you that, it has to mean you’re weaker than weak.
And you’d be lying if you said it didn’t affect you.
But that was years ago, and you could admit he’d chilled out a lot with age.
Well… at least somewhat.
He was still as obnoxious as ever, just not as mean anymore.
Gojo stared at you quietly for a moment before snorting softly and poking your hand.
“You gonna answer me?”
You sighed, looking down at your drink.
“You used to be awful…”
Gojo’s grin faltered slightly.
“…Yeah,” he admitted.
Him agreeing with you caught you off guard.
Usually Gojo argued or doubled down.
Drunk him was full of surprises.
“…I never thought--” he toyed with his glasses, “--you were weak…”
That made you toss your head back in a yelp.
“You literally told me to give up being a sorcerer, Satoru.”
“Meh,” he fanned his hands as if to shoo off the words. “You’re smarter than that y/n.” He hiccuped.
“I--”
“I would get so nervous when you were out on a job,” Gojo admitted quietly, suddenly fidgety. “Terrified if you’d come back or not…”
Utter confusion was written all over your face.
Was he being serious?
Sure, Gojo was a flirt. He always flirted.
But this…
This was way more honest.
You stared at him across the table trying to figure out if this was some kind of joke.
But Gojo wasn’t laughing.
And that terrified you a little.
You huffed out your own dry laugh trying to ease the tension, but Gojo still wasn’t laughing.
His fingers tapped restlessly against the side of his glass.
You were ready to snatch it away with how distracting it was.
But you settled with just clearing your throat.
“Satoru…” you started carefully, “you seriously telling me all that shit you said growing up was because you were worried about me?”
He gave you a look like the answer was obvious.
“Duh.”
“You told me I was weak!” you spat out. “Told me I sucked!”
“You kept almost dying!” he snapped back.
“It’s a dangerous job!”
“Yeah, that you honestly had no business getting involved in. Your parents should be in jail,” he added matter-of-factly.
You threw your hands up in the air.
“You are the strongest sorcerer alive and THAT was the best strategy your brain came up with? If you were worried you should’ve just said something!”
Gojo stopped fidgeting and laid his head down on the table, looking up at you with a lazy smile.
“I’m the strongest…” he slurred. “Never said I was the smartest.”
Despite trying to stay neutral, a laugh slipped out at his comment.
Gojo blinked slowly before a softer grin tugged at his mouth, smaller than his usual cocky smirks.
“There it is,” he mumbled quietly.
Your smile faded instantly at the look on his face.
He wasn’t teasing you.
There was just a sweet look in his eyes you had never seen before.
Fondness perhaps?
And somehow that was infinitely worse.
You looked back down at your drink trying to ignore the sudden warmth crawling up your neck.
“This conversation is insane,” you muttered under your breath.
“Mhm?”
“You basically spent years terrorizing me because you had feelings.”
“When you say terrorizing it makes me sound like an asshole.”
“You told me a wet blanket was more useful--”
“It was compared to me,” he shot back.
You rolled your eyes, leaning back in your seat.
“You’re really beautiful y/n… I’ve always thought that.”
You slowly looked back up at him only to find Gojo just watching you, his chin lazily resting in his palm.
“…You’re drunk,” you muttered. “You won’t even remember what you’re saying tomorrow.”
“Bet I will,” he snickered back.
“Bet you won’t,” you said crossing your arms, sure of yourself.
Sober Gojo was a mystery and there was no way he’d ever confess to you seriously, so you were sure this was just a once in a lifetime moment.
And you were telling yourself that’s all this was.
A little moment.
Nothing more would ever come from this.
“Wanna bet?”
“Hmm?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“If I remember this tomorrow…” he slurred, “if I remember this tomorrow you let me take you out.”
“And if you don’t?”
That boyish smile never left his face.
“Then…” he murmured, eyes heavy with sleep and alcohol, “guess I’ll just have to remember.”
You looked away not sure how to respond or even to believe him you just let out a chuckle, "You're an idiot."
Sukuna just glared at me. Has he ever glared at me this seriously before? He was looking at me now like he expected me to shrink under his gaze. Like I’m the one who should be ashamed right now. But he’s got another thing coming.
“What does it look like?” I glared right back at him. “I’m minding my own business.”
“Tch, Yuji left I’m taking you home.”
“I’m fine.”I told him through gritted teeth, I cannot believe him right now. He hasn’t talked to me all this time. And the second he sees me with another guy, he wants to say something? He’s crazy, and he has to be downright insane if he thought I’d even think about going with him or doing anything with him! Not to mention he has no right! He lost all rights to any opinions on what I do when he walked out!
I turned away to go back to Gojo, but before I had finished turning around, he grabbed my wrists. “Y/n,” I snatched away the glare I gave him made him pull back. Still he didn’t completely move.
“Y/n, your going to make a fool of yourself let me take you ho–”
“No,” I told him point-blank. Take a hint, Sukuna.
“You’re drunk.”
“I’m having fun.”
“Hey, names Gojo she’s good–”
“Didn’t ask you.” Sukuna told him not even looking his way. His eyes never left mine. Leave it to him to make a scene. “Let’s go y/,”
To my surprise Gojo just laughed, I looked at him and even if I didn’t know him well I could tell sukuna had struck a nerve. Probaby because he and I was getting hot and heavy and Sukuna the idiot ruined it. “Fine,” Gojo’s smile didn’t drop, but it changed. It was sharper now “Point is we’re good.”
“Yeah, we’re good, take a hint.” I added before turning away with Gojo.
Sukuna didn’t stop us that time. So I kept going, we ended up back in the kitchen. I was about to grab another drink but this time gojo stopped me. “Slow down,” He grabbed the drink from me and drank it himself. “You are popular, I’m guessing he’s an ex.”
Ha, sukuna? My ex? I started to laugh, “Hell no, not even close…he’s–” I sighed. I can’t even call him an ex. We never got to the part of giving whatever we had a name. I looked down thinking of a way to explain it to him. “He’s Yuji’s brother…”
“Didn’t answer my question.” I could hear the amusement and curiosity in his voice.
I looked back at Gojo, If I was him I’d definitely be tired of me already but he just looked at me waiting on an answer. He’s so weird. I don’t know if it was sukuna or how loud the music was but I felt a headache coming on, “No, he just–” How do I explain this? “He just sees me as a sister...”
“Not calling you a liar, but I’m totally not buying it.” He pointed across the room at Sukuna. He was so obvious! Just staring at us all the way from the livingroom. I need to leave it alone. I should leave it alone. I–I–just can’t get over it! Who does he think he is? He leaves like that doesn’t say anything but the second he sees me with someone he’s actlilng like a fucking gard dog?
“He’s an idiot.”
“I won’t argue there,” Gojo chuckled.
We went into a silence it was comfortable. This guy isn’t that bad, either that or he’s really thirsty, like really thirsty. I looked at him ans raised my eyebrow, “Why are you even talking to me?”
“Huh?”
I nudged him, “You pointed your friends out earlier, so I know you came here with someone and yet you’ve been spending the last hour with me…You trying to get lucky?”
My words made him grin, “I met you I say thats lucky enough.”
“BARF!” I laughed out, “You have got to stop with these lines!” that last one had me cracking up, “They are literally the worst things I’ve ever heard! What do you watch pickup lines on youtube or something?”
“I’d have you know they usually work really well, You’re just weird.” he said matter of factly, “You’re fun company, and yeah I’m trying to get to know you intimately.” He said looking down at my lips
I couldn’t help but bite mine, he was a good kisser. “Careful– I never said I wanted to get to know you–”
“–Which is why you’ve been hanging out with me this whole time? Letting your friend leave and ditching your ex.”
I know my face twitched. I don’t know if it’s cause he brought up Sukuna again that I was feeling warm or all the drinks I had but I looked away, “I told you he’s not an ex.”
“Right, forget I mentioned it.” He teased, “Now that being said…” he took my hand kissing my finger tips, “Wanna continue what we started?”
I know I shouldn’t but I wanted too at least until that warm feeling in my body that made me want to go into another room was starting to get taken over by another feeling. It was sudden the way quizy feeling sat in my stomach.
I opened my mouth to answer him but closed it when I felt a hichip come along. I blinked hard the music was louder now. Or maybe my head was just spinning harder all of a sudden it was a lot..
Gojo’s face blurred for half a second before sharpening again. “You okay?” he asked his persistent smile fading slightly.
“I’m good,” I sighed, but even I could hear how off it sounded. “Let me head to the bathroom realy quick.” I said backing away and heading for the nearest bathroom, lot waiting for him too say anything.
Shit.
Maybe I did drink too much.
The room felt like it was spending. I don’t know how I made it to the bathroom but I suddenly felt hot and the heavy feeling in my stomach wasn’t going to go away. I think i’m going to throw up. Ugh, where is Yuji when you need him? I looked around for a trashcan like hell I’d throw up in a toilet that’s just disguestiong. I but I couldn’t even forced long enough to find it.
I stared at myself in the mirror trying to steady myself…”What are you doing Y/n?” I asked myself. One minute I was having a good time and now I’m in the bathroom feeling like I’m about to die? Really I just need a bed. I should tell Gojo I need to leave…how embarrssaing, but better then this Sukuna taking me…I think? Gojo is a hot guy and he seems nice enough too bad we won’t be going further.
Even if I wasn’t dying right now I’m not sure how far I would have went with him…I haven’t done anything with anyone since Sukuna…not that I didn’t want too, It and it wasn’t like I couldn’t with anyone it’s just Sukuna–I hiccuped.
I grabbed the counter beside me, trying ground myself before I throw up, God I don’t wanna do that right now…At least let me make it back to him before I vomit so I won’t have the worst breath ever. I splashed some water in my face just to give me a bit of energy, after a second I open the door to leave and he was standing right there.
“Y/n–”
As if on que I hurled right there on him. Honestly I didn’t even feel bad. It’s his fault for following me here I’ve been told him to get lost.
Sukuna’s pov
Was I expecting her to vomit all over me? No. If anything I was hoping she made a fool of herself in front of that guy like this. But just my luck I’m the one she does this too I didn’t interrupt her as she let I only held my breathe as she hurled over me thanking fully it wasn’t a lot. But I’m no idiot I’m sure theres more. I sighed, “You should have just went with me when I told you.”
“What are you–” I didn’t let her finish her question before pushing her back into the bathroom. I slammed the door and she look taking back “What the hell ar–”
“Shut up,” I snapped sitting her down on the toilet.
I pulled my shirt off, “You’re lucky I didn’t like this shirt.” I said trying to clean it off in the sink. I looked back to her when she didn’t say anything she only hiccuped again, I saw the trash on the side of the sink and pulled in front of her. “Don’t try to hold it, just let it out.”
“Shut up,” she muttered weakly. “Get out of here, I don’t need you.”
I rolled my eyes, wringing my shirt out in the sink. “Yeah, I’ll just tell Yuji’s drunk ass to come back and get you, great idea.”
“Don’t act like you care now,” she hiccuped again, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. “You know, I hate you–” She said before throwing up again, this time in the trash.
“I figured that.”
“You–Ugh,” She gasped between hurling, “You–ruined my night.”
I snorted. “Pretty sure the alcohol did that.” I looked down at her, and pushed some of her hair out of her face. “I’m taking you home.”
She just griminced at me not saying a word.
It stung.
I sighed, grabbing a towel off the rack before crouching down in front of her. “Here,” I muttered, wiping her mouth before she could shove my hand away.
She kept glaring at me –weakly but still hateful. It was kina cute. How she was trying to look so mean She’s always been cute when she wants to look tough.
I’m pathetic..
“Stop staring at me like that,” she mumbled.
“Tsk, you just threw up on me. I can stare,” I said still wiping her up.
“You keep it up, I’ll vomit in your face.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I snorted. She just glared. Y/n had every right to hate me, and I have no right doing this for her right now. But what the hell does she expect me to do? See her making a fool of herself with some loser and not step in? She expects me to see her like this and not so anything about it.
I pulled away rinsing off the the towel she wasn’t saying anything to me, fair.
“I’m going back out, Gojo said he’d take me home.”
That almost made me laugh shes so stubborn, “Sit down. You don’t even know that asshole.”
“I don’t know you any better,” She muttered rolling her eyes. She did listen crossing her arms. I ignored her and just looked around till I found a cup a and filled it with water from the sink before handing it to her.
“Drink.”
She frowned at it like I handed her poison, “I’m not drinking that.”
“I’m trying to help you Y/n.”
“I never asked you for help.”
“Call me a good samaritan. Now drink, you’re going get dehydrated.”
She finally listened taking a sip, “It’s disguesting.”
“You talking about the water or me?”
That finally got a small chuckled out of her.
I missed that sound.
She took a small sip before leaning back against the toilet tank with a groan, silence settled again after that a awful heavy silence.
I leaned against the sink, arms crossed, watching her carefully in case she threw up again. I shouldn’t push her. I should just help her out here, get her home and be done with it. I shouldn’t have brothered her when she had that asshole’s tounge down her throat. I’m supposed to be ignoring her.
“…How have you been?” I asked before I could stop myself, but the second the words left my mouth, I regretted them.
Mascara smudged slightly under her tired eyes, face flushed from the alcohol, arms wrapped around herself while she sat there glaring at me.
“Tch,” she laughed weakly. “Fuck you, Sukuna.”
…Right.
She giggled, “You leave– You ignore me,” She shook her head. Everyone word felt like a stab, “Now you ask me how i’m doing– You’re such an asshole.”
I couldn’t argure with her. She was right.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I muttered finally.
Y/n stared at me for a second then laughed. Not a happy laugh either one of those sharp drunk laughs that sounds halfway to crying.
“Of couse you don’t,” she hiccuped, pointing at me slightly and immediately fumbling the motion with a dry laugh.
I clicked my tongue. “Y/n—”
“No!” she snapped suddenly, sitting up straighter before immediately sloughing again. “No, because now you wanna stand here and play fucking captain save-a-hoe after ignoring me for a year.”
“It wasn’t like I wanted–.”
“–Oh please do not stand here and lie to me,” she barked out another dry laugh, throwing her head back against the toilet tank. “I can’t believe I let you play me out of all people.”
I stayed quiet.
Mostly because anything I said right now would probably make it worse.
“You know what your problem is?” she started again, squinting at me like she was trying to focus. “You think because you’re all…” she waved vaguely at me, “above it all, that you’re hotter then everyone –that you can do what–” Hiccup “ever you–treat people however you want.”
I blinked, “I don’t think I’ve above–”
“You left Sukuna!” she cut me off before I could say anything else, voice cracking now. “You literally took my virginity and disappeared like some fucking fuck-boy!”
“Y/n–”
“Just take me home already!” She snapped. “I don’t want to even–” Hiccup, “–wanna be around you– Just take me home.”
I sighed deeply there wasn’t anything for me to say. The best thing was for me to just take her home now. She wouldn’t listen to me anyway, she’s drunk as hell and I don’t even know what she will remember tomorrow.
Besides I don’t even know what to say? I didn’t mean to leave? That’s a lie. I forgot to call you? A lie–that you’ve been on my mind since the day I left? She doesn’t want to hear that shit right now.
“Fine lets go.”
Your pov
I only got a glimpse of myself in the mirror before I headed out the bathroom with Sukuna and from that once glance I know i looked a hot mess.
My hair felt sweated out and I felt clammy. Just plan gross I just wanna take a shower and go to bed but I know thats hours from now. I sighed to myself, the second we stepped out of the bathroom the music hit me again. It was too lound and too much, my stomach twisted instantly, and I grabbed Sukuna’s sleeve before I could stop myself.
Not because I wanted to just because the hallway suddenly felt uneven beneath me. He looked down at my hand but didn’t say anything about it. Good, cause he should know i’m seconds away from kiling him already–now he just needs to get me home– that’s it.
People were still everywhere. Packed shoulder to shoulder, laughing too loud, drinking too much. Somebody brushed against me and I flinched automatically, moving closer behind Sukuna without thinking.he noticed it “Watch it,” he snapped at whoever bumped into me.
I rolled my eyes immediately. “I’m not gonna break.”
“As if you weren’t just throwing up five minutes ago,” he retorted.
“I don’t need a guard dog.”
He didn’t answer.
The cold air hit the second he opened the front door.
Thank fucking god.
I inhaled deeply, trying to clear my head, but everything still felt fuzzy. My body was heavy in that awful way where I couldn’t tell if I wanted to sleep or throw up again, but being away from all that noise made me feel like I could breath.
Sukuna started down the porch steps, slow, “Watch your step,” he said guiding me down the steps.
That annoyed me more than it should’ve.
“I can walk on my own,” I muttered.
“Sure you can,” He didn’t pull away he just kept helping me until we reached the bottom. He walked ahead of me again and just I glared at the back of his head.
Or…tried to.
Honestly focusing on anything right now felt impossible.
The party behind us blurred into distant noise now. Muffled bass. Laughter. The occasional yell from inside the house. It almost did’t of it felt real anymore. Just a second I was in there with Gojo–Oh Gojo! I just abandoned him in there…and after he was so nice. I wonder if I’ll see him around again.
He’s probably going to go around looking for me. Only for me to ditch him for this asshole.
Sukuna Ryoman Itadori.
I stared at the broad shape of his back in front of me, the familiar smell of smoke and laundry detergent hitting me when the wind picked up.
God.
I hated that I my heart still fluttered thinking about him, that being close to him made everything seem so confusing and so clear at the same time, I hate him so much. I stumbled slightly coming off the curb. Before I could catch myself, Sukuna grabbed my arm firmly.
Warm, firm, beautiful annoyingly familiar.
“I got ya,” he muttered. Something in my chest twisted painfully at that.
Because for a second—just one stupid second—it felt like before.
~~
We sat in his car in silence the engine hummed softly us while the air conditioner blasted against my face. I had leaned my head against the cold window, eyes half-lidded, watching blurry streetlights smear past outside.
Sukuna didn’t turn the music on.
Didn’t say anything.
Just drove.
That somehow pissed me off more. Like he didn’t have anything to say to me? He hears me cry my heart out about how he left me after taking my virginity and he still can’t even say sorry? How did I read him so badly? Was he always like this? Was i so blind?
“You know…” I muttered finally, voice a little rough from being quet for so long, “You have a lot of nerve.
His hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel, and another quiet second passed.
Then before I could stop myself, “I saw you leave that room with that girl, she won’t be made you ditched her?” I shouldn’t care. I don’t care…i was just curious.
“Tsk, She wasn’t anybody.”
Typical answer.
“Didn’t look like that to me, I saw her fixing her skirt when yall walked out, or was she just about idiot like me and let you hit it and quit it?”
“Tsk.”
He just clicked his tongue not saying anything for a moment the he spoke up in a low voice, “I didn’t sleep with her.”
“Huh?”
“I didn’t sleep with her,” he repeated, eyes still on the road.
I stared at him for a second trying to process that through the alcohol haze then immediately got angier. “You expect me to believe that?”
“You know I’m not a liar.”
“You think I still know you?” I huffed out a laugh, “I have no idea who you are Sukuna.”
“Y/n–”
“–Don’t.”
I cut him off, “ –Just don’t.” Everytime he said my name like that I felt like my heart melted a little. I don’t care what he has to say…nothing he can say can make it better. Nothing he can say changes the fact that he ghosted me when I was at my most vulnerable. I don’t want to hear it.
Silence filled the car again.
Thick.
Awful, silence.
I thought we wouldn’t have anything else to say to each other then quietly, “You got a navel piercing.”
I blinked, “What?”
His eyes stayed on the road, “I noticed it earlier..fits you.”
I hated how warm my chest felt. “It’s been a year,” I muttered defensively, “You expected me to stay my old cookie cutter self.”
“It’s cute.”
“ –I–” I didn’t know what to say, cause I don’t know what possessed him to mention that anyway. I just crossed my arms closer staring out the window.
We came to a slow stop and i realized he wasn’t pulling up to the campus dorms it was his and Yuji’s place.
“I thought you were taking me home?”
Sukuna didn’t answer just got out the car walked around to my sit and opened the door, “Theres a curfew that you’ve already missed come up our place. You can get back to your place in the morning before your classes.”
I wanted to protest, but I couldn’t everything he says makes sense…I hate how he can be so wrong and so right at the same time. But that’s Sukuna he’s biggest walking contradtiction says he likes me ditched me. Says he hates school still goes to school. God he sucks.
I got out the car not taking his hand for help did I stubble? Yes I didn’t care but aparently he did cause his hands were on my waist again steadying me.
“I’m not sleeping with you again.”
“I know.”
“Good,” I said matter of factly.
~~
The second we stepped into the apartment I felt awkward, Yuji wasn’t back I’m guessing he sleeping over that girls place or something.
I looked around…what am I doing here It just feel…I shouldn’t be here alone with him. I watched him snatch his shirt off probably irritated from it being wet from earlier.
He was just the same and yet entirely different this wasn’t the Sukuna I knew back home, this was college Sukuna.
There were textbooks scattered across the coffee table next to half-empty energy drinks. A hoodie hung over the couch, shoes kicked near the wall, all things I noticed earlier today–just now they seemed louder signs of his life here. I was back in his orbit. After a year apart he’s suddenly around again…this used to feel so normal…
Sukuna walked back into the livingroom while I stood there quietly taking everything in.
“You gonna stand there all night?” he asked.
I frowned immediately. “As if like I wanna be here.”
I could tell he wanted to make some smart comment at me but he just sighed clicking his tounge again, “You can sleep on the couch.” he walked away only to return with some cloths in his hand.
Sukuna tossed me a T-shirt and boxers, “You can sleep in this, you can take a shower if you want but when only have man soap–” He paused. “I remember you saying you hate man soap–or you can wait till you get home in the morning.”
I was taking back. Why does he remeber something silly like that? Back at his parents house I’d stay over there all the time naturally i had sleepovers with Yuji and once when i took a shower I used one of boys soap and i complained about it for days saying I couldn’t get the man smell off me. After that his mom made sure to keep one girls soap in the house…but why does Sukuna rememeber something stupid like that?
I rolled my eyes at him, and took the clothes, “I’ll just shower when I get home in the moring.”
“Fine by me.”
“As if i needed your permission.”
Again I could see he wanted to protest but he stopped himself again. Sukuna just sighed, “Get some sleep.” And with that he went into his room slaming the door.
I bit my lip trying to hold back all the emotions I was feeling, today was exhusting…the sooner I get to bed the better.
I hate to feel so cliché, but she’s beautiful. I’ve always thought she was, and right now she was mine. Which made her somehow even more beautiful.
Yuji thought he was so special just cause they’re best friends. But here she was in my bed. I can’t help but smile. She’s mine.
Not like it was a competition, I’m not so low to think she’s some sorta prize. I know she’s human, but someone as good as her chose me. She chose me for her first time. She thought I was worth it. No good dirty sukuna’s got babydoll Y/n in his bed, yeah, I can’t stop grinning
No doubt when she wakes up, she’ll overthink it, probably think I wasn’t serious. Hell, she probably thought I wouldn’t even be here in the morning. Joke's on her….I like her. Fuck, she’s really got me grinning like an idiot.
I felt her nuzzle closer to me. I love that she’s comfortable like this with me. But I wanna do something else for her…I did just take her virginity last night. No doubt she’ll be sore as hell with the way I worked her; she definitely needs her rest now, plus I’m sure she’ll be hungry too. Never in my life have I even cared to do right by a girl. But if someone was going to change me, it would be Y/n.
I waited a while before I finally got up, and the first thing I noticed was our clothes all over the place. I wanted her so bad last night, Fuck I want her again right now…
I’ll let her sleep. I’ll bother her when she wakes up.
I was cautious, kissing her on her forehead before I headed down to the kitchen. Hoping it didn’t wake her up, but she still slept soundly. When I got to the kitchen, I saw more clothes on the floor. Shit, last night was amazing. I outta make her a bath…yeah, a nice breakfast and a bath for her….when I’m done with her, she won’t have any doubt about how I feel.
I snorted to myself, I don’t know what this is or what I’m doing, I just- I don’t want her to hate me, it’s not like she has…Granted, last night I found out she didn’t even think I liked her, but that’s just her being a dumbass. I liked her since the first day I saw her,
I did see her first
When her parents moved in next door.
Choso, Yuji, and I were outside, messing around like usual. Choso was getting on Yuji about something-I don’t even remember what-but I wasn’t paying attention
I was watching her. She climbed out of the car in this wrinkled jumper, hair all over the place like she’d just woken up. Looking around like she didn’t know where she’d landed yet.
I could’ve said something.
Should’ve, probably. But I didn’t.
Just stood there, watching. Yuji didn’t hesitate. He ran right up to her, already talking, already smiling like he always does.
And just like that—
She was his.
I told myself it didn’t matter. I was older anyway. Had my own shit going on.Still…I’d catch them sometimes, laughing, running around, getting into dumb shit together. And Yeah. It stung. It wasn’t like I didn’t have friends, and Chose was fine to play around with back then. But, I was pretty much a loner even back then, the only one who would ever approach me was her, and I liked that she was silly and was wild, she’s like Yuji in that way, always getting into something,
We were kids, so I did still play with them from time to time, it was them, me and Choso running around outside, getting into shit like always.
I got too rough.
Didn’t even think about it-just shoved her when she tried to tag me back. She hit the ground hard, scraping her knee up on the pavement.
She made this sharp noise-half gasp, half cry-and everything just… stopped.
Yuji rushed over first, already fussing, already mad.
“What’s wrong with you, Sukuna?!”
“Stay outta the way!” Choso yelled, pushing me out of the way to pick her up to take her to our mom
I just stood there.
Frozen.
I wanted to apologize, but I couldn’t. I just stood there watching my mom try to calm her down. I remember her pulling her knee in, trying to be tough, but there was already blood starting to show. Her eyes were glassy, lips pressed tight like she was trying not to cry.
Then she looked at me, “I hate you, Sukuna! “You’re too rough!” she had said.
That was it.
I didn’t yell back, didn’t make a scene. Just took it, not to mention I got in trouble with my dad for pushing her down. I got the lesson I just… stayed away from her more. Kept my distance.
It was easier like that.
Safer.
For her.
I figured she hated me after all. It was easier for her and Yuji to just play around, and for me to find something else to do. She said she hated me after all
Turns out I was wrong.
She was around twelve, I think. Always at the house, same as usual. That stupid brown sketchbook was glued to her hands like it was part of her.
Yuji had been bugging her all day.
“Lemme see.”
“No.”
“Come on.”
“I said no.”
He kept pushing until he got annoyed enough and left the room, pouting like a kid.
I don’t even know why I said anything.
Probably just to get under her skin.
“What’s so secret about it?”
“Nothing.”
“You sure don’t act like it. What, you got some naked guys in there or something?”
She looked like she was thinking about it, I expected her to tell me no too. Or ignore me. Or tell me to fuck off.
Instead, she held it out, “It’s nothing like that…just some sketches.”
Just like that.
I took it, eyebrows pulling together before I could stop it.
“You wouldn’t show Yuji,” I said that before I could stop myself.
She shrugged. “I donno, I guess I know you won’t make fun of me. ”
I raised my eyebrow at her, “I won’t make fun of you?” I flipped through a few pages. They were good. Better than I expected. There was nothing to make fun of, but I couldn’t help but mess with her, “You sure you know who I am?”
“No, you won’t.” She didn’t hesitate. “You’re mean,” she said simply, “but you’re not that kind of mean.”
That stopped me.
She reached out, snatching the book back before I could say anything else, already moving on like it wasn’t a big deal.
It might not have been to her, but it was nice for me, it was. Everyone in my life had seemed to check me into a box already, not Y/n…she didn’t see me like that…and I never want her to see me like that. Everyone can hate me, just not Y/n
She didn’t look at me like everyone else did. I had never noticed it before; everyone always had something to say about me. But when I thought about it, not once did anything negative come out of her mouth. She had always thought of me differently from everyone else. Even thinking about what she talked about last night, everyone knew I hated being in college and called me stupid for it, but she’s the only one who’s actually listened to me.
I blinked, the memory slipping away as I looked back down at the bowls in my hands. I had straightened up the kitchen, wiping everything down. Not that I think anyone would show back up today, but I’m sure Y/n would be embarrassed if she came down seeing her panties on the floor.
I exhaled through my nose, shaking my head.
Only for Y/n.
When I got back into the room, she was sitting up, knees to her chest, looking nervous. I knew she’d start overthinking the second she got up.
“Morning, sleeping beauty.”
She looked at me, raising an eyebrow, looking at the two bowls in my hand, “Morning?”
“Breakfast in bed,” I said, passing her one of the bowls.
“How sweet.” She said, taking it.
I sat down beside her while she started to eat. She didn’t say anything, taking slow bites. I didn’t know exactly what to say to her. I thought she’d say something stupid by now, but she seemed more in her head than anything else right now, like she wanted to say something. I didn’t feel like her just pouting next to me. “Spit it out,” I told her dropping my spoon.
“Huh?”
“Don't huh me, what are you over here thinking about?”
“Oh,” He looked back down at her bowl, playing with her spoon. “Okay…I didn’t think you’d be here that, and I thought you just left…”
“Damn,” I said, not gonna lie. Her saying that stung.
“I mean, I was just scared not that you would!” she said in a rush. “You care about me…it was hard to believe, but I’m getting the picture.”
I set my bowl down. “So you're realizing you're stuck with me?”
That made her laugh, “More or less.” She passed me her bowl to set on the nightstand. I leaned back on my hands, watching her for a second. She still looked a little tense, like she wasn’t fully convinced yet.
“Not gonna lie, you’re pretty mean, Y/n,” I told her.
She frowned slightly. “No, I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“I’m not,” she shot back, quieter this time.
I huffed out a laugh. “You just said you thought I’d leave, after taking your virginity, what kinda asshole do you think I am?”
She looked away at that, picking at the blanket. “I didn’t say I thought you would. I said I was scared you would…and I don’t think you’re an asshole all the time .”
I tilted my head, studying her. “Oh, that makes me feel a lot better.”
“You know that’s not what I mean,” she said, shaking her head. “I-what I mean is…” She trailed off.
“Is what?” I pressed.
She hesitated, then shrugged. “I mean, I didn’t want you to...leave.” Suddenly, she shook her head, “You know what kinda reputation you have, Sukuna? You can’t blame me for being scared.”
I looked away first, clicking my tongue like it didn’t matter. “I told you it isn’t the same with you...”
“I know,” she muttered.
Silence settled between us again, but it wasn’t awkward. Just…full.
I glanced back at her. She was still sitting there, wrapped up in my blankets, hair a mess, wearing nothing but my shirt.
Mine.
“…You good?” I asked.
She nodded, then after a second, shook her head.
I snorted. “Make up your mind.”
“I’m fine,” she said, then softer, “I just…don’t know what this is.”
There it is, the question I should’ve expected.
I didn’t answer right away; I didn’t know how to. Instead, I reached out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her a little closer to me. This conversation was too heavy for what I wanted right now. I bring her breakfast, and she’s already trying to map out the rest of our relationship.
“You think too much,” I muttered.
“That’s not an answer,” she said, but she didn’t pull away.
“Didn’t say it was.”
She huffed a small laugh, but it didn’t sound as light as before. “So what, I’m just supposed to go with it?” she said, trying to pull away from me, “Like what am I supposed to tell Yuji?”
She was asking legit questions, but I didn’t know the answers all the way either. I want something more with her, but there are obstacles: Yuji, probably her parents, and the fact that I’m still in school eight hours away. If I’m being honest, it's a lot of shirt to work through- but all that shit be damn, I want her…Still, I don’t think telling her straight up will make her even believe me.
“Can’t we worry about that later? The Yuji drama will always be there. I just wanna enjoy this right now- no thinking about anyone else for one morning?”I said, nuzzling my face into her neck. She didn’t say anything, so I added “Not, saying I won’t answer you. I’m just saying, just enjoy the moment with me.”
Maybe if I could just prove it to her with my actions, pretty words are just pretty words.
She clicked her tongue, but I caught the small smile before she could hide it. “…You’re annoying.”
“And you’re adorable,” I shot back.
That made her laugh again—real this time. I couldn’t help but kiss her. “You’re beautiful.”
That whole conversation seemed to calm her down cause the rest of the day we took it easy. We took a bath together, cooked, laughed, and joked. It was all the bullshit you do when you’re in a relationship, and I won’t lie. I can see myself with y/n like this. Yuji’s just gonna have to get over it. I know he’ll be pissy about this. But it’s not my fault she chose me. If he had the balls, he would have already made a move on her.
You snooze, you lose.
~Present day~
Sukuna pov
I shouldn’t be here. Hell, I didn’t want to be here. The last thing I wanted to do was be around a bunch of drunk idiots, and everyone was here. I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s one of those parties, the last big blowout before the majority of their classes start. Everyone shows up to pretend they’ve got their shit together before reality kicks in for them one lash hoorah.
I need to man up.
Stupid thing to say to myself, but it’s true. I can’t keep dodging her every time I see her. She’s Yuji’s friend. She’s going to be around—just like back home. Only difference now? I know what she looks like naked.
I clicked my tongue, dragging a hand through my hair. I’m an asshole. I can live with that. She’ll have to live with it, too. If she’s gonna be around, she’ll get used to me being there. Simple as that. I’ll be the villain. It’s nothing new; she already hates me, so it won’t be too hard for her.
If anything, I’ll just lean into it.
…fuck it.
I never wanted Y/n to hate me. If there was one person in this world I didn’t want looking at me like that, it was her. Even when I was being a little shit as a kid, even when everyone else already decided what I was—I didn’t want her putting me in that same box. And for a while… she didn’t. She was just—Different. She’s just kind, I guess.… Joke’s on her.
Everyone else figured me out eventually. It was only a matter of time before she did too. Not to mention I gave her a reason…I can’t believe I thought this would be easier. Now would be the easier time to leave.
The sudden gagging sound got my attention. Shit, so much for distracting myself with the girl in front of me. I looked down at her, watching the way she moved, the way she tried—like she thought she was doing something. Like this was going to mean something.
I wasn’t feeling any of it. I couldn’t focus; I didn’t want to, my head wasn’t here.
It kept drifting.
Back to—
I exhaled sharply, dragging my hand down my face.
“Hey.”
“Mm?” she hummed, not even pulling away.
I stared at the ceiling for a second, already over it, “Yeah… let’s wrap this up.” I stood, pulling away from her like it was nothing.
She blinked up at me, confused, breath uneven. “Wha—what happened?”
“You’re done,” I said flatly, already reaching for my cigarette after I fixed my pants.
I didn’t even know her name.
Didn’t care.
“I—You’re just leaving?” she asked, scrambling up after me.
I lit the cigarette, taking a slow drag before answering.
“You’re not giving me a reason to stay.” See, I’m good at playing the villain.
“W-wait—at least walk out with me,” she rushed. “Please. I can’t just… be left in there like that.”
I raised an eyebrow.
She swallowed. “Just—make it look mutual, okay? I’ve gotta have some pride.”
I exhaled smoke through my nose, “…Hurry up then.”
~
The second we stepped out into the hall, the noise hit me again. Music, voices, bodies packed too tight. Annoying, I didn’t even look back at her. didn’t care where she went, can’t even remember her name. I just needed a drink. Something to take the edge off—
I did a double-take, catching a familiar set of eyes
Y/n.
Of fucking course, she’s here. I thought she and Yuji were staying back. What the hell is she doing at a place like this?
And—
Who the fuck is that all over her?
Like she could feel someone watching her, she looked over, and we locked eyes.
Just for a second.
Somehow it felt too long and not enough. If we talked right now, what’s the first thing I should say to her? I looked away first. I didn’t go to her. I didn’t care– I don’t care. The best thing for her is for me to leave her alone.
I leaned against the wall, taking another drag, watching the party eyes drifting back to her without thinking.
I wasn’t staring.
I was watching. Just taking a second to take her in.
She looked—
Different, not how I remembered.
She was always confident, never one to hide or stand off to the side. She was always hot like that. I didn’t care for her outfit. I’m surprised Yuji didn’t discourage her from wearing that top that barely covered anything, showing off her stomach—there’s a piercing there now. When the hell did that happen?
She didn’t have that before, I never heard her mention ever wanting one, I wonder how tha—
I clenched my jaw, looking away again.
It doesn’t matter.
“What’s got you staring off into space?”
I didn’t even flinch, didn’t need to look to know who it was.
“Toji.”
He leaned against the wall next to me like he’d been there the whole time, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes already scanning the room like none of this impressed him. He passed me the blunt in his hand, “You look pissed,” he added casually.
“When don’t I?” I said, taking a drag and passing it back.
“Good point,” he said, glancing past me. “Been trying to find you all night. Heard about a match tonight you want in? Easy money.”
I clicked my tongue, taking another drag. Now and then, I go to this underground boxing ring some of these idiots set up. It’s nothing serious, but it’s a nice place to let out some steam. “Not tonight.”
He huffed out a quiet laugh. “For real? Never thought I’d hear you turn down a fight.” He was right, I would normally go. But something's telling me to hang around at least, I will while she’s here. Yuji’s an idiot. I don’t trust him to get himself out of a college party without getting over his head. So I sure as hell don’t trust him to get them both out of here. I watched her throw back another Jell-O shot with the guy. He’s got another thing coming if he thinks he’s getting lucky.
“Tch.” I didn’t respond to Toji. Looking through the crowd, it wasn’t on purpose, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, or the asshole that kept putting his hands on her.
Toji must have followed my line of sight anyway. And saw Y/n, she had been dancing close to that bleached-out idiot. Both of them were grinning like dummies.
“…She yours or something?” he asked after a second.
I felt my jaw tighten before I could stop it. “No–– what the fuck are you talking about?”
Too fast, I answered that too fast
Toji noticed and raised his eyebrow, of fucking course he did. “You just keep staring at her,” he muttered, amused. “You getting cucked over here or what?”
I exhaled slowly, forcing my shoulders to relax.“Shut the fuck up,” I rolled my eyes, “Yuji’s friend,” I said flatly. “That’s it...like a little sister.”
“Mm.” He didn’t sound convinced.
Didn’t push it either.
Smart.
For a second, neither of us said anything.
Just stood there passing a blunt between each other
Watching.
Your Pov
It should’ve been fun. It was fun.
I was definitely feeling looser if that counts for something.
Gojo didn’t hesitate once we hit the floor—his hands found my waist like he’d done this a hundred times before. He was confident, smooth, like everything came naturally to him. I kept trying to remind myself, guys like him are dangerous. Still, I let him. He was ridiculously hot after all. I let the music take over. Let my body move with his. Let the moment be loud enough to drown everything else out, including that asshole somewhere in this room.
“So,” Satoru leaned in close, voice brushing my ear, “What’s your major?”
I didn’t answer. Can we not do this right now? I’m just trying to have fun.
“Going silent on me again?” he teased.
“Do you talk, as a rule, while dancing?” I shot back.
That made him laugh. “Funny and smart… and mean? Damn. Are you the woman of my dreams or something?”
I snorted, rolling my eyes as I turned to face him. “You and your pickup lines—”
“—They working yet?”
It had to be the music. Or the alcohol. Because the next thing I knew, my arms were around his neck. “No,” I said, tilting my head slightly. “They’re having the opposite effect, actually.”
“Tough crowd, tough crowd—okay,” he said, adjusting easily as the music slowed, pulling me closer. “Then help me out. What works on a girl like you?”
I hummed, letting the question sit for a second.
“If I told you,” I said lightly, “Where would the fun be in that?”
His grin widened, ”And to answer your question about talking and dancing- No, I prefer to be unsociable and taciturn.”
That caught me off guard; I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. “You’re a fan of Pride and Prejudice?”
“Yeah, I picked it up a few times. I like the 2005 movie more.” He said nonchalantly. Okay, maybe he’s not as easy as I thought to read. “You don’t strike me as a well-read guy.”
Gojo’s hand settled a little firmer at my waist, keeping me in rhythm. “Is that a nice way to say I look stupid?”
I yelped out a laugh. Is that how that comes off, isn’t it?
“Careful,” he said, smirking. “You keep smiling like that, I’ll start to think I have a chance.”
I huffed. “Don’t push it.”
“Oh, I’m absolutely gonna push it.”
I opened my mouth to respond—
“Y/n!”
I froze.
Just for a second.
It was Yuji, of course. I hate how close their voices can be.
He was weaving through the crowd, already smiling as he got closer to me “Wow,” he laughed, stopping in front of us. “I leave you alone for five minutes, and you’re already busy?”
“Relax,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’m having fun now,” I hiccupped.
“I didn’t say you weren’t,” he shot back, still smiling—but his eyes lingered on me a second too long before flicking to Gojo.
He was sizing him up, easy to miss if you didn’t know him cause he comes off so sweet. But it seemed Gojo caught on and just smiled back at him.
“Yuji,” he said, sticking his hand out to him
“Gojo,” he replied, shaking it. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Yuji said, easy as ever. “You taking care of her?”
I snorted. “I don’t need to be taken care of.”
“I know,” Yuji said, glancing at me again. “Just checkin’in.”
“I think she’s handling herself just fine,” he said smoothly. “I’m fun company.”
“Yeah,” Yuji grinned. “She usually does.”
A pregnant silence filled the space. But I was over silences like this for the day, I rolled my eyes at Yuji, “I’m good.”
“Y/n–”
“I’m good. Why don’t you go back with that girl from earlier?” I said, hoping he’d take the hint.
“Well, actually, I wanted to check in cause she wanted to take me out—”
“It’s fine,” I told him, figuring out what he meant. He was honestly killing the moment I was having with this guy.
“I’m sure Sukuna wouldn’t mind giving you a ride back, he’s here.”
“What!”
That came out a way louder than I wanted to be, “Wait.” Maybe I should leave now. Anything to keep me away from Sukuna
“Yeah, he’s here. I saw him a little bit ago.”
I wanted to protest, but I knew I didn’t have an excuse for why. “I mean if—”
“Aw, don’t worry, Yuj,” Gojo said, draping his arms around Yuji’s shoulder, “See my friend over there,” He pointed out a tall guy with long black hair who was talking to another girl drink in her had long black hair. “They’re my besties, and the tall, responsible-looking one is sober and driving us all home- we’ll drop her off.”
That didn’t seem to make Yuji look any easier, but as far as I care, that’s a way better deal than leaving with Sukuna. “Sounds like a plan!” I smiled at Yuji
Yuji hesitated for a moment. Like he wanted to say something, but he saw the look in my eye that said get lost again.
“Right…okay, see ya, Y/n,” He said, sighing before turning away.
Gojo exhaled a quiet laugh under his breath as we watched Yuji leave, “…So,” he said, glancing back at me. “Was I in the middle of a lovers' spat?”
“Tsk,” I rolled my eyes and started walking back to the kitchen. I grabbed a shot off a tray without thinking.
It went down too fast. Making me cough, and Gojo hit my back until my breath went back to normal. I was shaking my head the whole time. I hate it when people think Yoji and I are in a relationship. Granted, yes, we’ve always done everything together. Still doesn’t mean I want everyone to think we were.
“It was nothing,” I said, smirking slightly.
“Just…you’ve got people checking in on you like that, not too many guys will do that?”
I shrugged. “He’s just like that.”
“Right,” Gojo said. He didn’t sound like he fully believed that.
“He’s my best friend. We’ve been attached since forever; he was just worried.” I explained, “We lived in the same neighborhood, like, if I had a twin, it would be him.”
“Ok, makes sense.” Gojo nodded, “So what I heard was you don’t have a boyfriend.”
“You’re just gonna keep trying, aren’t you?”
“What can I say? You got me hooked.” He closed the space between us, “I’m just trying to get a taste.” His eyes darted back from my lips to my eyes. He was dying to kiss me, and at this point, why not? They say one way to get over someone is to find someone else. The guys at my high school were never worth the trouble, but this guy…at least for tonight
I leaned on my toes, letting our lips connect. Peppermint and vanilla were the overwhelming senses I got from him, that, and finding out he was an amazing kisser, teasing, pulling back when it felt like it got too deep, and with the way my body was, getting hotter.
“Fuck–” I said, catching my breath. I tried to stop myself from smiling by biting my lip, “You’re really good at that.”
He was smirking, “I can say the same thing about you.” He said before going back in. He was suffocating but in a good way. In a way, I haven’t felt since— I pressed harder against him, I don’t wanna think—I won’t think about him. I grabbed a handful of his hair, pushing myself closer to him, and I could feel his hand grope my ass. A moan escaped from my throat, which made him chuckle, “Wanna take thi–”
“Don’t you think that’s enough?”
A deep voice said close to us, taking me out of the moment.
A whole year since that voice was directed at me. I can’t believe for I thought their voices were close. I didn’t even have to look back to know he was probably shooting daggers at me.
I turned away from Gojo to face him. And he actually looked mad! The audacity of this man. I looked him up and down. I don’t know what had me breathing heavier, Gojo, or being face-to-face with him again.
A/n: chapter 4....a year later sorry for the slow up date but life be lifing and this one sat in my draft for a whole year finally dont hopefully chapter 5 wont take as long
Your Pov
Sukuna Ryomen Itaidori.
I knew this day would come. I knew I couldn’t avoid him forever, not when his brother was my best friend. Hell, I knew I would see him today when Yuji practically dragged me over here to help him unpack. But knowing it and actually living it are two very different things.
What should I even say? What the hell am I supposed to say? How long had he been standing there before Yuji noticed him? What was going on in his head? Was it as crazy as the storm that was raging in my head? Then again, did he even care? After all, it was him who left without a word. So maybe he’s fine, I’m the one who needs the explanation. I’m the one with the unresolved feelings and unanswered questions. He’s just the one who left.
Then my thoughts felt pretty much confirmed when he rolled his eyes at whatever Yuji just said and stated, “I’m just here to take a shower.”
He didn’t even say hi or anything to acknowledge me. I got nothing. He didn’t even look at me. After all that bullshit he said, only for me to really be like every other girl he’s slept with. And suddenly I wasn’t hungry for pizza anymore.
Pathetic. That’s the only word I can think of to describe myself right now. I can’t believe for even a second that I thought he’d acknowledge me. This is even worse than before we hooked up; at least then, he was ignoring me just because I’m his little brother’s friend. But now it’s like he’s ignoring me because he doesn’t want to make things more complicated… If he was going to act this way, I wish we had never tried—whatever.
Crazier right now, even with my head spinning with all these thoughts, all I find myself doing is hoping… hoping he’ll say sorry, that he’s going to say he made a mistake and that he didn’t mean to leave me in his bed like that, that it was something important that came up and he had to go, and it would have just been too awkward to talk on the phone, so he was waiting until now to talk. I just want him to say anything to me to get out of these thoughts I’ve been replaying in my head since the last time I was with him.
“Jerk,” Yuji said under his breath, taking me out of my thoughts again.
I cleared my throat. I’ve never told Yuji what happened, and as far as I know, he’s been clueless about everything. And since I know I won’t tell him, I doubt he’ll ever find out. It would just be too embarrassing. How do you tell your best friend you had your first time with his older brother? And said brother didn’t even care. Hell, if I were smart, I should have just gone for Choso. And anyway, I highly doubt Sukuna would tell Yuji about us. So Yuji has no idea, and it sucks because I’m sure if I told him, he’d no doubt berate me for sleeping with him. Plus, he’d chew me out a new one for doing like the one thing he wanted me not to do. The only good side of it is I'd get this massive secret off my chest.
“I doubt Sukuna will be a huge problem. He’ll probably have girls around all the time, but that’s nothing too new. Only this time, our parents aren’t here. But I don’t think he’s going to get too crazy. They gave him this whole lecture about having safe sex again before I came out here. Granted, since I’ve been here, he hasn’t had anyone over. Plus—”
Hearing about Sukuna’s sex life is the last thing I want to hear right now. Just breathing the same air as him is suffocating. Yuji kept rambling on, but I couldn’t bear to focus anymore.
And Sukuna not saying anything… I don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse. Indifference somehow feels worse. Like he is just the same Sukuna who doesn’t care about anything—not even the one who I thought hated me. He’s the one who doesn’t even care I exist, even after we had sex. He’s the one who said I was different—I can’t believe I was this stupid. Stupid, Stupid Stupid Y/n...
“Earth to Y/n! Are you in there?” Yuji yelled, waving his hand in my face.
“My bad, I zoned out for a second,” I said, shaking my head. I set my slice of pizza down. “My bad, just thinking,” I repeated. My mind was everywhere but here right now. “You’ve been in your head a lot today. Is it because of your parents?” he asked, concern written all over his face. Bless his heart.
“I wish,” I said idly, but I shook my head again. I didn’t need to hint that the thing on my mind was his brother. “I mean, yeah, it sucks, but I think I’m just taking it all in,” I said, giving him the best smile I could muster. No need to worry him more than I’m sure I already have.
“Come on, Y/n, it’s your first day here. You’re supposed to be celebrating!” He pulled me up off the couch. “All that hard work we just finished—now we should be partying. Hell, there’s a party I heard about tonight. Let’s go to it.”
I scoffed. “First off, we had all summer of no work, and two… seriously? A party?” If he had asked before I saw Sukuna, maybe I would have been fine with it, but now I feel like I’d only be a party killer.
“Yes, seriously,” Yuji said, like it was obvious. “First day, new city, new college. If we don’t go to a party, we’d be losers, Y/n.”
That made me laugh a little. “That’s such high school logic.”
“Still true, though.”
“I’m not so sure about all that,” I told him, crossing my arms. But Yuji started doing a silly little dance, trying to make me laugh and get me to say yes. I stared at him, still hesitating.
“Oh my fucking God, it’s not that deep. We’ll go for a bit, have a drink, dance, and be back home. Don’t be a party pooper. Besides, you don’t even have to think about your parents here—it’s their loss. And if it gets too bad, my parents are always a call away.”
I smiled. I can always count on Yuji to cheer me up, or at least put in the effort. “Fine,” I started, and Yuji’s face broke into a giant grin, “but the second you get too drunk, we’re out of there.”
“As if I’m the one we have to look out for.”
Sukuna
I am pathetic.
There’s no other way to put it. I saw her and ran… If I didn’t feel like shit, I would laugh at myself. She was just like she was last year when I almost kissed her. She was shy and flustered… cute.
I pulled out some of my stash. I needed to get high or something. I tried to listen, to see if I could hear anything they were saying, but either they were talking too low or not saying anything at all.
This is stupid. I shouldn’t feel this way. No girl should make me feel this way. And it damn well shouldn’t be Yuji’s kid friend. It would be better if it were anyone but her—then I could ignore her in peace. But it wasn’t anyone… it was (Full Name), the girl of my nightmares.
Suddenly, I heard them laughing about something, and it pissed me off more. I got up. Weed’s supposed to chill me out, but right now it’s doing the opposite. Before I even registered what I was doing, I was off my bed and yelling down the hallway, “Shut up, will you? I’m trying—” Fuck, I don’t know what I’m trying. “Just shut up!” I said before slamming the door. Fuck, I sound like an idiot.
“I thought you were taking a shower!” Yuji called out, and I groaned, rolling my eyes. He’s such a brat. Not only that, but I bet Y/n is just thinking I’m the biggest asshole in the world… Do I even want to change her opinion? It’s not far off… not like I’ve changed.
I heard Yuji laugh again. I can’t believe I have to share a space with him again. When we were kids, we shared a room, and it was always something with him whining and our parents giving him whatever he wanted. It was a relief when I moved out here on my own, but since their precious baby got here, I’ve already been getting bombarded with calls from them. It’s never been hard to figure out who the favorite is. Shit, I’m annoyed I put the blunt out.
I got up. I’m going to that fucking mixer. Anything is better than this. I switched my T-shirt, not caring about anything else. If a girl is gonna fuck me, she’s gonna fuck me—she won’t care what I’m wearing.
I was walking out of the room, looking back to make sure I locked it, but as soon as I turned around, I was face-to-face with her.
Y/n.
Her eyes were wide. God, I loved her eyes, like they could tell me everything she was thinking… and I was picking up hate. Yeah, that checks out.
She didn’t say anything, just froze for a second like a deer in headlights. “I—” I started, but Y/n didn’t even let me finish. Granted, I didn’t even know what I was going to say, but she just ignored me and headed to the bathroom.
Not wanting to feel any more stupid than I already did, I just walked out, passing Yuji. “I’m out. I’ll be back when I’m back.” But I had no intention of coming back—not while she was here. I’d rather do a million other things than let her confront me. Granted, with that reaction just now, she’s probably feeling the same. Fuck… at least not right now. I’d rather do anything than have her confirm everything I know she’s been thinking about since the last day we saw each other.
Your Pov
Maybe this party wasn’t a good idea…
Or maybe it would have been more fun if I didn’t feel like I was running away. But what the hell am I supposed to do?
When I saw him in the hallway, I didn’t know what to do. My mind went completely blank, and all I could think of was not to do anything embarrassing.
This wasn’t my thing. Like, I get it—drinking, dancing, letting loose—but I’m just not in the mood for this, and it fucking sucks. What’s more irritating is that it’s not even my fault. Okay, maybe not completely not my fault. I did, after all, sleep with him too. My point is, I’m in this shitty mood because I can’t stop thinking about that asshole. I’m supposed to be having the time of my life, but I can’t get out of my own head. The longer I think about it, the angrier I get. Even when I ran into him in the hallway, it just pissed me off. He can’t even bring himself to say sorry. He’s the worst. How did I even fall for him?
“You know you’re supposed to be having fun here, Y/n!” Yuji yelled because the music was so loud. Walking back to me and handing me a drink. “Here, loosen up.”
“I am loose,” I said, taking the drink. I had been standing off to the side of the room this whole time, waiting for Yuji to come back. I’ve been watching everyone act like fools. Granted, I’m sure if I were in a better mood and drunk, I wouldn’t think everyone here is an idiot.
“Yeah, you look really loose holding up the wall.” Yuji rolled his eyes.
I rolled mine and took a big gulp of my drink. “I’m just nervous about my classes tomorrow.”
“You’re the same girl that’s been ranting and raving about your stupid art classes since sophomore year, and now that you’re a few hours away, you’re nervous?”
“When you put it like that, it actually makes all the sense—”
“You know I hate it when you’re in one of your moods. Have you started your period or something? You’ve been pissing all afternoon.”
“First off, sexist. Second, I am no—”
“I couldn’t have sworn you said you weren’t coming!”
Some girl yelled that out, hugging Yuji from behind, startling both of us. “Sukuna, you should ha—oh, you’re not—” She quickly realized he wasn’t who she thought he was and pulled back.
“OMG, I’m so sorry! I thought you were—you look just like—”
“Sukuna is my brother,” Yuji said with a sympathetic smile.
“What? You’re Sukuna’s brother? Are you twins?” She seemed excited, practically jumping on Yuji and completely ignoring me.
Yuji had a blush on his face, clearly liking this girl. “Nah,” he scratched the back of his head, “we get that a lot, believe it or not. But no, he’s my older brother. We just started today.” He pointed to me, and I gave her a wave.
She gave me a quick smile to acknowledge me, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell she had absolutely no interest in me with how quickly she turned back to Yuji. “That’s so cute, going to the same school as your brother.” She said, putting her hand on his arm, clearly feeling him up.
I could barf. I rolled my eyes, drinking the rest of my drink. I didn’t even bother trying to tell Yuji he was wrapped up in that girl and whatever BS she was on about.
I was making my way into the kitchen when suddenly someone was pushed into me, making me almost fall. Before I could go completely off balance, they grabbed my hips, pulling me back up.
“My bad, baby!” he said, holding me tight.
Blue.
“My bad, baby!” he said, holding me tight.
Blue.
That was the first thought I had looking at him. He had the bluest eyes I had ever seen in my life. And that smile—it was downright charming. Who? No, a better question was, “Care to let go?” I said, still feeling his hand on my waist.
“My bad, my bad—” He smiled it off. “Just didn’t want you falling.”
“Well, you can be sure of that if you’re not throwing your weight around,” I said, taking a step back.
Now getting a better look at him, the only word that came to mind was hot. Not like Sukuna hot—Sukuna has this dirty, rough, unkempt hotness about him. This guy was the opposite. Clearly, I was looking at a pretty boy. He was nicely dressed in a Gucci T-shirt and designer pants. This guy came from money. That much I could tell—and the big warning sign I felt like I saw on his pretty boy head:
Stay away. After all, nothing good ever comes out of getting involved with boys like him.
He chuckled at my comment. “I said my bad.”
“That you did,” I said, pushing past him and heading to the drinks. I really didn’t expect him to follow me, though.
“What’s your name? I haven’t seen you around before,” he asked, peering over me. He was tall too, maybe the same height as Sukuna—just leaner.
I ignored him, taking another drink and leaning against the table.
“Oh, the silent treatment? I did save you from eating shit on the floor. I should at least get a name,” he said with a smile.
I sighed; he had a point. “Y/n.”
“Y/n,” he repeated. “That’s a cute name for a cute girl.”
That made me yelp out a laugh. He couldn’t be serious. “Does that line work for you?”
If he was taken aback, he didn’t show it. He just laughed along with me. “Eh, 4 out of 10,” he said, waving his hand.
“With that ratio, you’d think you’d retire it already.”
“I’ll workshop it some more,” he said.
“You do that.”
I thought that would be enough to satisfy his curiosity, but he stood there, unmoving, except that his smile was growing. “Typically, people ask the other person their name.”
“Apparently, I’m not typical,” I shrugged.
“Says every typical girl ever.”
That made me chuckle.
“See? I knew I could get a smile on that face,” he said, poking my cheek.
I swatted his hand away. “I—what—”
“Satori Gojo—that’s my name. In case you were wondering.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You were.”
I looked at him, frowning and trying to stop a laugh. How can this guy make me so… annoying? I don’t even know him. “I was not.”
“Whatever you’ve got to tell yourself, sweetheart,” he said, taking a sip of his drink.
As much as I know I shouldn’t have anything to do with this guy, I’m intrigued. “Are you always this charming, or only when you’re bothering girls?”
“Bothering?” he said, shocked. “Damn, you don’t pull any punches.”
“And you can’t take a hint?” I said, taking a small sip.
He tilted his head, smiling at me. Gosh, he’s cute. I can admit that, I thought, looking away from him—and I just know he knows I think he’s attractive. If I weren’t so cautious—or if this were a year ago—I’d jump on a guy this hot showing interest in me. Maybe that’s one thing Sukuna’s good for. He taught me to be more guarded around guys like him, although the only thing different was the way this guy carried himself.
He was about to say something else, but someone from afar called his name, grabbing his attention. If I were smart, I’d take this second to slip away, but instead, I looked around, taking in the room. Loud music, bodies everywhere, bisexual lights—the vibe was nice. And I won’t lie, maybe because this guy is giving me a bit of attention, it isn’t feeling as bad as it was. I finished my drink and poured myself another to sip on.
“So, did you come here with someone, or are you looking for some company?” Gojo asked, a laugh in his voice. He was still trying—I have to admit, it’s cute.
I was about to respond, scanning the room. I hadn’t seen Yuji since I left him. I wonder if that girl is still with him. But before I could answer, I saw a familiar face walking out of a room.
It was Sukuna. Wasn’t the whole point of coming here to get away from him? And I wish I could pull my eyes away, but I couldn’t—especially seeing the random girl walking out after him, clearly disheveled, like he just had his way with her in that room.
I felt like my stomach dropped. I could have seen anything but that. And to make it worse, as if he knew I was in here, Sukuna’s eyes shot to mine.
I quickly drank the rest of my drink and looked back at Gojo.
Little dribble in witch ur zoros stepsister and sanji's currently problem
It wasn't supposed to happen like this
Actually it wasn't supposed to happen at all
But it did happen
He was only supposed to only walk you home
But somehow it ended up with him on top of you kissing you on your bed
Yeah, this definitely wasn't supposed to happen
He's your stepbrothers friend though half the time your not sure if you can even call him that with the way the bicker back and forth with each other
But he was friendly enough
In fact too friendly but it was never in a bad way
Sanji was a flirt everyone knew that but I was always harmless
Though every now and then you thought his gaze lingered a bit too long on you
Not that you minded all that much, because you had to admit despite his dramatic behavior, you found him charming
And it was his charm that brought you into this moment
It was a normal college party nothing too crazy, you had simply tagged along with you stepbrother Zoro and his friends
But the part that sucked was Zoro had got drunk off his face and ended up falling asleep on someone's poor couch
Leaving you to fend for yourself
But Sanji being Sanji saw you in distressed offered to help out
The walk had started off simple enough neither of you saying much
He couldn't help himself throwing a few jabs at Zoro for abandoning you, "He's a no down dirty scoundrel-leaving his poor sister to fend for herself."
He's not that bad," You chuckled, "You know how he gets when he drinks it..."
"Well, you can definitely tell you're not blood related, you're way too smart and pretty to be."
You rolled your eyes, bumping his shoulder playfully as you both continued down the quiet sidewalk, “Come on, you know we have so much in common."
Sanji smiled, "I'm just glad looks aren't one of them...that and directions."
You laughed before you could stop yourself, "Who are you calling cute, him or me?"
Sanji didn't look amused, "You obviously."
You giggled again, "Hey, you can never be too sure these days
Sanji let out a huff, shaking his head, still walking alongside you, “Trust me,” he started, “There has never been a time in my life where I’ve been confused about which one of you is cute.”
“Oh really?” You tilted your head. Pretending to inspect his face like you were trying to figure out if he was being serious or not, “You say that like you’ve had to think about it.”
Sanji clicked his tongue at you with a small smile, "You're such a tease, Y/n."
"As if you could talk!" You spoke up before he could interrupt you, "Mr. I hear wedding bells anytime a woman says hello."
Sanji snorted, "No clue what you're talking about."
"Oh, don't pretend. I've seen you flirt with just about everyone."
"That isn't flirting, that's just me being a gentleman," He said proudly.
"Oh yeah?"
"This is me flirting," you didn't even realize at some point Sanji had taken your hand
He tugged on it, making you both stop walking, his gaze was intense on you, he didn't even have to say anything
His eyes did all the work. You saw his eyes move from your lips to your eyes and back. like he had decided something
But before either of you did anything, Sanji took a step back, running his hand through his hair, scratching his head, "I-I should stop." He said before walking again, and you were sure you heard him mutter something about you being dangerous under his breath
it only took you a second to regain your composure before you were back in step with him
You both kept the silence as your walk continued
You weren't that far away from your apartment when Sanji had noticed you hold your jacket a little tighter
"You should have told me you were cold I would have been walking a lot faster Y/n."
"And miss out on all this one-on-one time?" You said, nudging him
Sanji knew better, but seeing that playful glint in your eye, he just couldn't ignore it, and he took your hand again
Would Zoro kill him if he saw him like this with you right now? Sure, but Zoro was nowhere to be seen, and with his sense of directions it could be days before he would even find you two.
For a while, neither of you spoke.
The only sound was your shoes on pavement and the low hum of the streetlights
“You’re going to get me in trouble,” he said quietly, eyes still fixed ahead as if he looked at you, he might lose whatever fragile control he had left
“Pretty sure you got yourself there,” you murmured
He huffed a breath that almost turned into a laugh, “Yeah…blame me.”
The silence that kept coming back between you wasn't awkward in those little moments; it was welcomed.
Because the longer the two of you were together, the more the air felt charged, like both of you were aware of a line you were walking right along the edge of.
Finally, you had made it back to your place
“So,” you said before you got to the door, lightly swinging your joint hands between you like it wasn’t a big deal, “Is this still flirting? Or have we escalated to a new category?” you asked directly
You couldn't lie to yourself you had always liked Sanji but you were sure there was nothing there...until tonight
and you knew you'd hate yourself if you didn't try going for it tonight
Sanji glanced down at you, there was a look of disbelief his his eyes but he couldn't help but smile, this was one of the reasons he was always so found of you more then most people in fact.
“You make it very hard to behave, Y/n,” he admitted.
“Oh?” you smirked, “And here I thought you were on your worst behavior.”
He rolled his eyes, squeezing your hand once before loosening his grip just slightly. “I'm trying not to get myself killed, despite everything, I do respect your brother. ”
"So..." You started, "What I'm hearing is you want to...but you're scared of Zoro?"
He frowned, "I'm not scared of him. "
This was too easy, you laughed to yourself, knowing just how to egg Sanji on, "Alright then, what is it?" You tilted your head, asking.
Sanji exhaled slowly through his nose. He was really craving a cigarette right now, but knew you hated smoke. “It’s not fear,” he muttered. “It’s… respect. There’s a difference.” He was only prolonging the inevitable at this point; he knew you had him in your palm and Sanji loved it
Sanji’s gaze flickered to your lips again, quicker this time, like he didn’t want you to notice… but you did.
He swallowed, “Well, I got you back safely...I should probably go,” he said, though he hadn’t moved an inch.
Also, not moving, you just nodded "…Yeah."
Another moment passed, and another, neither of you said anything
His thumb brushed idly against your hand, absent-minded, like he was already losing the argument with himself again
“Sanji,” you started, "I wouldn't hate it if you kissed me...in fact I'm sure I'd li-"
You didn't even have to finish Sanji already closing the distance as if he had only been waiting for your invitation
It was feverishly hot, and implosive the way your lips moved together until you both needed air out of breath your foreheads leaned against each other “Yeah, you're worth it,” he said after he caught his breath giving you one more peck
Sanji was about to walk away, but you caught his collar, "Do you really think I'm letting you go after that?" you said smiling and bulling him into your place
After all what Zoro doesn't know won't kill him right?
he had never wanted to hate someone so much in his life
You were just the most annoying-No, you were literally the most irritating person in the world
Everything about you seemed designed to unsettle him
You were goofy and unserious, which might have been tolerable if your timing wasn't always catastrophically wrong
You would laugh during serious discussions, You'd hummed during quiet study periods, and somehow you could turn the most basic conversations into debates and personal sparring matches
And you were loud and petty never letting him or anyone for that matter have the last word after anything
Your disrespect for teachers or anyone with authority seemed to energize you
And then there was the staring
Suguru was certain you didn't even realize you did it
Yet on more than one occasion he'd look up from his notes only to find your gaze fixed on him unguarded, curious, and unapologetically direct, It was unsettling, intrusive, and far too intimate for two people who barely spoke outside of arguments
And you had the nerve to be messy too!
Not just physically, as if the scattered notebooks, mismatching pens, half-finished drinks cluttering your space weren't bad enough
He saw you were messy in every inch of your soul, emotionally, socially, and intellectually. you moved though the world like a force that refused to be organized
You were quite literally the most obnoxious person he had ever met in his life
And yet, he couldn't get enough of you in fact he adored you
The realization disgusted him
You, Y/n, the walking contradiction
You were irksome, disruptive, impossible
A living and breathing challenge to every preference he thought he possessed
He had known of you way before you had been officially introduced
Suguru had over heard you talking loudly to one of your friends while you were at a local coffee shop
Even then he wanted nothing to do with you thinking you were nauseating, he avoided people like you
only for you to surprise him by plopping down beside him a few days later in one of his lectures
And then, to make matters worse the professor had paired the two of you together for every major project that semester
You were exactly as unbearable as he had anticipated
You were nothing like the usual women he was attritive to
They were refine, sophisticated elegant...everything you weren't
And yet he couldn't ignore they way his heart world beat a little faster whenever you walked into the room
He fully realized his attraction to you one day when Satoru of all people mentioned to him, "For someone you say you can't stand, you sure bring her name up often."
The observation had unsettled him more than he cared to admit
But it was true
When he forced himself to examine his feelings honestly, the conclusion he reached was both simple and deeply troubling
He had always been drawn to opposites.
His best friend was Satoru Gojo after all
But the real question was what was he supposed to do with this massive crush on who he considered his life's main antagonist?
You weren't sure what to make of Suguru Geto
He was reserved. Domineering. Witty. Arrogant… and, unfortunately, extremely attractive
He always seemed to keep you at arm’s length
You couldn’t say you minded all that much.
In fact, there was something undeniably entertaining about the way you could tell you were getting under his skin.
It was cute how he'd cut his eyes at you whenever you said something snarky back at him
You'd get a good chuckle how he's huff out an exaggerated breath whenever you got into it with someone
You had to admit it was fun provoking him
Not to mention he was hot as hell and that certainly didn't hurt
You sure hit the jackpot when you decided to sit next to him
But you wanted to know was why he had been staring at you these last few days
It's a late night in the library you both getting ready for a project that had been particular difficult (mostly your fault) if you had asked Suguru
It had been silent in the library really because the two of you were the last ones there
Suguru had always appreciate silence, valued it, even but tonight it felt suffocating
He had been watching you all night moving around restlessly, the faint rhythm of your breathe, gnawing on your pen
A disgusting habit, but he couldn't help but wish it was something else that your lips were on...
All of it picking at his concentration like a persistent tooth ache.
“Oh my God,” you muttered. “If you sigh one more time, I’m actually going to lose my mind.”
Suguru looked up slowly, “Then perhaps you should focus on the assignment.” How hypocritical, he thought, all his focus had been on you for the last hour
“I am focused,” you shot back, gesturing vaguely to the scattered papers around you. “You’re the one who's been slacking all night.”
“Slacking?” he said flatly. “We would have been done by now if you would just listen to me.”
Your eyes narrowed, "Oh, yes, well, excuse me for not wanting to do everything your way, Professor Geto.” You gave him a fake smile, "The plan that would give us both a nice passing C...hmm, no, a B-"
“At least my way produces results," He said back curtly. He shouldn't let you get under his skin like this, "Instead of this back and forth you have us going through."
"I'm trying to be creative.., You know the goal of the assignment At least my way isn’t soul-crushingly boring.”
"What you call creative, I and I'm sure everyone else call a mess."
His statement made you leaned forward slightly, your chin tipped up in challenge
Suguru recognized the look immediately, the same one you wore whenever you were seconds away from escalating an argument purely on principle
It should have annoyed him
It did annoy him
It also made his pulse kick harder against his ribs
"You're an ass-you think y-"
"And you are unbelievably frustrating,” Suguru cutting you off his tone was more sharply than he intended.
Your brows lifted, acting surprised. “And you are unbelievably rigid. Honestly, Sugeroo, do you schedule your emotional reactions, too, or is that just a natural talent?”
He closed his eyes from irritation, he hated that nickname you gave him, it was no doubt to used to mess with him, he wanted to walk away but at the same time he couldn't get enough
he was crazy he had to be
You had officially drove him crazy
And so he started laughing
"You are literally more annoying then Satoru- I didn't think it possible but everyday you prove other wise...don't you get tired."
You were taken aback; you expected a reaction, but not this. You and for a second, you didn't know what to say, so you cleared your voice
"If I bother you so much, why are you still here?"
"Exactly what I've been asking myself," He answered, smile still on his face, "No matter what I say, you'll always have some comeback. I don't know why I even try."
Again, his response wasn't anything you were prepared for, but staying silent made your throat feel like it was on fire
“Then stop trying.” You tilted your head, studying him, "No ones forcing you to sit here and argue with me, Suguru.”
"Maybe I do it cause I like you," he said smugly.
And for the first time ever, you didn't have a witty or snarky comeback. Suguru felt a swell of pride, finally he said something that made you shut up.
But Suguru should have known any victory with you wouldn't be lived long because before he knew it you smashed your lips on his
in a kiss that he had dreamed far more than he'd ever admit, and just when he thought finally maybe this was what he needed to get you off his mind
You pulled away
You didn’t look embarrassed.
You didn’t look apologetic.
You looked… victorious, like you were the one who won...and maybe you did
Suguru stared at you, stunned into silence as he watched you gather your things
Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it, but you refused to let that show.
Instead, you moved with a casualness that bordered on theatrical.
Not saying a word until you were standing there about to leave
Suguru opened his mouth for once without a carefully constructed response ready
But nothing came out.
You smiled, small and wicked and a little softer than you intended.
But you both knew
You had won
“Goodnight, Suguru.”
And just like that, you turned and walked away, your footsteps echoing faintly across the nearly empty library.
Suguru remained exactly where you left him, thoughts unraveling faster than he could gather them, replaying the feeling of your lips on his over and over
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