Hii!! May I request fratkuna x reader but as grumpy x sunshine 🥹✌️
grumpy fratkuna and his sunshine
pairing: grumpy frat sukuna x sunshine reader
content: sort of 16+ guys idek how this works icl, swearing, fluff, just enjoy :3
a/n: yay 1.3k my loves!! & thank u sm for the request :3 i literally just found out where all my requests are so i apologise to all of u who have asked for stuff and i havent done anything 🫤
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SUKUNA IS KNOWN FOR BEING THE MOST UNAPPROACHABLE IN THE FRAT. like… genuinely people genuinely go to the frat to get a sighting of him. he barely talks, always looks annoyed, and if someone’s being loud he’ll just stare until they shut up whilst he rolls his eyes once they've left.
and of course there’s you.
walking into the house like you belong there, smiling at everyone, talking to people like you’ve known them forever
and first time you meet him it was interesting. you quite literally walked up to him with a big smile.
“hi! i’m y/n!”
and he just stares at you like you’ve personally offended him.. even though you did nothing. he raises a brow and looks up and down at your soft pink dress.
“…why are you so happy?” he mumbles frowning.
“why are you so grumpy?” you barked back with a pout.
everyone including the frat in the room thought you were gonna die in that moment.
yet instead, he just scoffs. and for some reason he doesn’t tell you to leave him alone after that moment.
you started to show up more.. i mean you couldnt help it that one of your friends was dating one of the guy in the frat...
sukuna notices everything. he reads everyone like a book from first glance.
he noticed everything about you and it pisses him off.
the way you laugh too loud
the way you smile wider if it intrigues you
the way you always try to include him (and it works)
“we’re playing mario kart, you should join us!”
“i’d rather die.”
“okay but like.. not even one round...?”
… and of course he joins.
he will never admit it, but you’re the only person who can get him to do things he doesn’t want to in the first place
and the guys start catching on too.. especially gojo..
“bro you're like a dog.. you dead ahh listened to her"
“shut up before i throw you off the balcony"
sukuna is mean to everyone else but less grumpy with you.
i mean like yeah he still says stuff like
“you’re annoying.”
but it’s quieter and less of a bite
and if anyone else says it?
suddenly it’s a problem to him
“don’t talk to her like that.”
“…you literally just....”
“i said shut up.”
you’re always touching him in small ways without thinking like
grabbing his arm, leaning on his shoulder, fixing his hair
at first he freezes every single time
like his whole body goes stiff as a stick
but eventually he just lets you do whatever
but after a while he starts expecting it
one day you don’t hug him when you arrive and he’s visibly irritated the entire night like huffing a
“what is wrong with you?” you ask with a brow raised
“nothing.”
“you’re sulking.”
“…you didn’t say hi properly.” he grumbled under his breath whilst you giggled quietly.
he hates loud parties especially at the frat but he stays if you’re there
you’ll find him sitting in some corner, drink untouched, just watching you
and the second someone makes you uncomfortable?
he’s already there to save your day
“she’s not interested. move asshole.”
he doesn’t even raise his voice. which is always somehow scarier
but you’re the only one who can drag him out of his room
you’ll knock like five times and hear him give you a muffled yell
“go away.”
“no”
his door opens eventually
“you’re persistent.”
“you know you love it.”
"be quiet or i won't let you in”
if you hypothetically fall asleep on the couch during a movie night
he complains the whole time
“why is she still here?”
“bro she’s asleep.”
“and take her home”
yet he’s the one who throws a blanket over you
and sits there longer than he planned.. just watching your face all relaxed (creep)
he starts doing things for you without saying anything
you want a drink after your class? he has one ready
someone bothering you in class? that person stops after one “talk” with him
your phone breaks? fixed the next day and he refuses to explain how
he will never admit or say he likes you first
but everyone knows he does
the way he looks at you? girl he loves you.. he looks at you like you’re something he doesn’t understand but refuses to let go of
yet confession is messy and very him
“do you even like me?” you softly said, fidgeting with your sleeves.
“obviously.” he raises a brow at your antics
you were blown away shock and jaw dropped “you’ve never said it!”
"well i just said it..."
dating him can be interesting and he's still being grumpy to everyone, but softer with you in ways only you notice.
he lets you play with his hair when no one’s around
pulls you into his lap like it’s the most normal thing ever
gets irritated if you don’t text him when you get home safe
and the frat?
they’re in absloute mind blown shock because well sukuna is the same guy who hates everyone yet he lets you drag him into group photos, lets you decorate his room with dumb little things, lets you do things no one could.
but at the end of the day you didn’t need fix the grumpiness from him. he’s still mean, still blunt, and well still sukuna
but with you?
he chooses to be softer
and that means way more than anything else that he does for you
disclaimers: i dont own sukuna or the entirety of jjk. within in this, it is only for entertainment purposes only.
I DO NOT CONDONE TO AI!!!! using ai for your work is not okay, another thing is to be pointing out peoples work that it's "ai", unfortunately some people do not understand that ' – ' are commonly used. i have had to stop using them as people constantly think its considered ai!!! do not use it to create work!!!
summary: invited onto answer questions with another streamer, you became a hot topic reaction meme to talking about a celebrity crush. oops! now they know
content: sort of 16+, swearing, fluff, crack, a lot of inappropriate jokes, ill add more if theres seriously a problem
a/n: i love streamer aus also this is sloppy as and a draft so icbf editing im sorry
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you didn’t think anything of it.
like yeah, okay, you said demonickuna was hot on a random wednesday stream with nobara who matter of fact was still losing her mind btw, but in your head that was just… normal.
you weren’t pr trained. you weren’t media polished.
you were just a girl with a cute setup, friesday streams, and a chat that watched you crash out over pixel blocks and blind boxes.
so when clips of you twirling your hair, smiling all shy and going
"i meannnn… he’s so hot and his voice—"
well... that unfortunately blew up overnight…
you just laughed it off.
“guys it’s not that serious,” you said on your next stream, cheeks a little pink, fingers fidgeting with your rings.
“but i mean like… have you heard him?”
your chat absolutely did not let that go.
meanwhile....
he didn’t care.
sukuna wasn’t the type to scroll.
didn’t doomscroll, didn’t check tags, didn’t care about edits or clips or whatever people were saying about him. simply posted “stream in 10” and logged off.
that was it.
but his chat?
annoying.
spamming.
relentless.
[kunaslilslut] have you seen angelicluv
[thestrongest] angelicluv she said ur hot
[sleepnagi] bro she wants u
[magicalgirls] ANGELICLUV!!! NOTICE HER
he leans back in his chair, one arm hooked behind his head whilst showcasing a small glimpse of his v-line and abs, headset half on, mic catching that low hum in his throat.
“who the fuck is angelicluv?” he mutters, voice dipping lazily into the mic.
chat goes absolutely feral.
he clicks his tongue, mildly irritated but curious now.
“she said something about me?”
more spam.
more caps.
more exaggeration.
he exhales through his nose, then finally.... finally....leans forward, pulling his keyboard closer.
“what’s she known for?”
[flithymonke33ys] minecraft crashouts and blind boxes.
[suckkmyb3alls] she popular on tiktok for being reaction stickers.
[manlyredriot] she's pretty as but very extroverted on stream.
“…tch.”
he types your name in anyway.
your profile pops up.
soft colours. aesthetic. pretty in that effortless way that doesn’t look like you tried too hard... i mean you did, but he doesn’t need to know that.
he studies the frame for a second longer than he should.
“…hm.”
plays it again.
you’re holding up the skull panda box, smiling all bright and excited, voice sweet... a little too sweet.
“now the moment you’ve all been waiting for!”
he rests his chin on his knuckles, watching.
not reacting.
just… simply watching... or admiring
“except that fuck ass christmas tree....” you said it so seriously like your whole life mattered onto it. i mean it did... you spent $30 dollars on it
he snorts quietly.
actually snorts.
chat explodes.
he presses his lips together like he didn’t just do that.
“she’s annoying,” he mutters.
but he doesn’t click off.
he keeps watching.
you open it.
pause.
your face drops.
“…no.... no im schizophrenic this isnt real”
he lets out a low, muffled chuckle, shoulders shaking once.
“unlucky,” he says, voice quieter now.
then the second box.
same result.
you staring at the camera like your soul just left your body then looking out the window and sighing quietly.
he leans back again, one brow raised, amused in a way he doesn’t bother hiding anymore.
“she’s funny.”
chat loses it.
[thestrongest] youuuuuu likeeeee herrrrrr
[slugtforkunaa] OH MY GOD”
[shimigamieyes] SOME1 CLIP THAT
[bannanana] HE DEAD AHH HE SMILED
“shut up,” he says flatly.
but he’s still watching.
still letting the next clip play.
still listening when you laugh.
that was until he noticed
you’re on live.
he joins quietly and watches whilst his stream is still going.
whilst you're mid rant over losing in minecraft to a creeper, dramatic as ever, chat spamming.
[iluvy/n] GIRLLL JUST TAKE THE L
[imaseagull] ykw she has a point
[gojoswhitefungustoe] bae ...... just take the loss
“oh my GOD you guys are so fake to me..”
your meow ping goes off.
you barely glance at it.
“thank you for the follow... wait a minute...”
you freeze staring at the follow then watch it dissapear.
chat is now spamming more than ever.
your eyes flick back.
double take.
triple take.
“…no...”
chat starts SCREAMING.
[angelicallyy/ns] LMFAOOO LOOK AT HER FACE
[sukunasdemon] heeeyyy we came from his stream
[applepies348] SUKUNA U CAME AT THE WRONG TIME SHES CRASHING OUT LOL
[tojiiifushi] dayummm sukuna i may steal her from you
“no your all lying....”
you lean closer to the screen, squinting like that’ll change it.
it doesn’t.
demonickuna followed you.
THE DEMONICKUNA...
and then a donation appears for $30 dollars.
your ping of a meow makes a noise.
you don’t even breathe.
the message speaks out
“open another one of those blind boxes.”
you stare at it.
your chat is actually unusable.
“…are you..” you laugh nervously, covering your mouth. “are you serious right now?”
another donation of $30 pings through
“don’t get the 'fuck ass christmas tree' again.”
you blink.
once.
twice.
“…i hate you now i take back everything.”
whilst on his side
he smirks.
“yeah,” he mutters under his breath, eyes flicking to your stream on his second monitor.
summary: invited onto answer questions with another streamer, you became a hot topic reaction meme to talking about a celebrity crush. oops! now they know
content: sort of 16+, swearing, fluff, crack, a lot of inappropriate jokes, ill add more if theres seriously a problem
a/n: guys i was listening to drew barrymore during this and i lowk locked in. if theres anything wrong please let me know <3 also i know theres mistakes in here i apologise just point them out and ill fix it it also I WAS LITERALLY SPEED RUNNING THE EDITING BC I NEED TO GO TO WORK
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IT WAS A MONDAY STREAM.
it had been two days since the demonickuna followed you.
it had been two days since that donation moment.
it had been two days of you avoiding socials on purpose because you well you just knew there were going to be edits, memes, clips, people zooming into your face when you smiled too hard at his name.
it was embarassing... but i mean you sort of signed yourself up for this.
you just refused to even peek.
you needed to stay nonchalant (shake them dreads).
i mean you kinda had to for your own sake and sanity.
you currently sat curled up in your white gaming chair, knees tucked to your chest which you were wearing black singlet and grey baggy sweats whilst your stream went live.
chat slowly started pouring in.
you reached over, dragging a small popmart bag closer to you before glancing at the screen.
“so guys…” you started, already smiling because you knew what was coming in your chat.
“i know you all loud mouths and have a lot to say”
you looked through the fast chat appearing whilst your mods made sure to remove anything bad.
[lovelyy/ns] oMG SHES NEVER LIVE ON MONDAYS
[minasdancemoves] BABE WE NEED TO HAVE A MEETING WITH WHAT HAPPENED TWO DAYS AGO
[threeblindmice] demonickuna mention in 3…2…
[newteenewjeans] GIRL UR MAN WAS HERE HOW DO U FEEL
[meowing4y/n] NOT YOU ACTING NORMAL AND NONCHALANT 😭
[strwbkuna] i cant believe i missed that stream
[oikawastoes] – [strwbkuna] it was so funny she was so shy
[user6upa9now] SUCK MY BALLS – removed by [shokoscigs]
you huffed out a laugh at the chat, shaking your head.
“i used sukunas donation well,” you said, trying to sound casual which failing massively slightly.
“and got myself two new skullpandas… BUT it’s the my little pony new series so... i couldn’t find the other one and i would rather not after that incident…”
you trailed off, reading chat again, lips twitching fighting a smile.
[mokaillity] imma about to take a shot for every time someone mentions him
[nobarras] girl i think we need to hang out asap
[milkbreakoikawa] not the christmas tree incident 😭😭
[y/nsfav897] oh she smiling smiling about him
[kunassll8t] GIRL UR BLUSHING
[floatyuruaka] MY LITTLE PONY SERIES??? SHOW US RN
[amourarchive] if u get the ugly one again im leaving
“you guys are so dramatic,” you muttered, but your smile stayed and continued to read the chat until a soft weight hopped onto your desk.
you looked down immediately.
“hi squid,” you softly cooed, voice softening instantly.
your black cat, giant green eyes, tiny loaf body who settled right beside your keyboard like he conquered the desk.
you reached over, gently patting him as he tucked his paws under himself.
you pouted, bottom lip jutting out like a pout as you stared at him.
“you’re so cute it’s actually making me mad…”
[ilovey/nnn34] OMG SQUID
[ieatseafood] SQUIDDDDD
[iwanturballs] WHY IS HIS NAME SQUID 😭
[meowy/ns9] HE LOOKS LIKE A LITTLE VOID
[thestrongest] pack it up y/n the real streamer is here
[kfcbreakupreal] thats not a cat thats ur personal body guard LOL
you giggled, scratching under his chin while he blinked slowly at the screen.
but of course something has to happen... .
the bloody meow ping.
you froze seeing the name
chat went insannnnneeeeeee
demonickuna donated $2
'does ur cat need a skull panda too'
your fingers tightened slightly around the blind box.
your smile turned… softer.
more shy.
“squid has so many cat toys…” you said, voice quieter now as you stroked his back. “i had a po box open when i took him in so people could donate and i have a whole box of stuff…”
squid was fully asleep now. on your desk. in full view.
“he likes these treats only from a specific brand,” you continued, absentmindedly petting him. “they’re like these little pink packaged things… it’s called like… meowful treats…” (guys help idk any cat stuff)
you exhaled lightly.
“anyways... back to what i was doing…”
you tried to act nonchalant..
you opened the both of the skullpandas.
pause.
blink.
your face lit up.
“WAIT...”
you held them both up to the camera, grinning.
“i got the two i wanted!”
[imskinnyqween] NO FUCKIN WAYYYYY
[whosthatpokemon] FINALLY
[hoplesslydevoted2y/n] war is over
[tanjiroooo] CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT
[kuniasdemon] sukuna luck is REAL
[rainsounds4sleep] HE BROUGHT U GOOD LUCK
[ireadwattpadstories247] SO MARRY HIM NOW BASICALLY
[y/nday1] she smiling different now… our bb is growing up 🥹
you laughed, shaking your head.
“it’s not because of him... you guys are insane.”
you realised no more messages from him.
you tried not to notice.
you definitely noticed.
later into the stream, you were half off camera, struggling with something on the floor.
squid had taken your chair.
of course.
he sat there, staring directly into the screen like he was hosting the stream except he was staring at himself (yes king).
you could be heard in the background.
“wait.... no this goes here... bruh oh my god..”
meow ping.
chat exploded instantly.
you walked back into the frame with your headset on.
another donation.
demonickuna donated $25.30
'get squid some treats'
you blinked.
then looked at the number again.
“…that’s like… the exact amount,” you mumbled, a little surprised.
squid just looked up at you meowing as you played with his soft furr.
you smiled, soft and genuine.
“oh! thanks, sukuna.”
you tucked your hair behind your ear, a little flustered now.
“sorry... i’m trying to build this thing for squid.. wait, let me move the camera…”
you grabbed your phone for the chat whilst grabbing the stream camera, shifting the angle so it showed the mess on the floor.
a half built cat tower.
pieces everywhere.
you sat cross legged on the soft carpet whilst squid pounced down playing with a toy, whilst you staring at the instructions like they were personally offended you.
“guys i’m lost,” you sighed dramatically whilst pouting.
“i think squid may only have half of this completed until i can get shoko or yuki to help me…”
[angelicallyy/ns] i fear she may need help
[user5] demonickuna come help her build it
[oinkawasforehead] she got moneyyyyyy
[shokoscig] – [oinkawasforehead] babe shes rich from us bahha
[manlyredriot] SQUIDS GIVEN UP ON U NOW
[bby/n67] BAE THAT IS UPSIDE DOWN 😭😭
[kunanoodels] ITS LITERALLY STEP 2 girl u got this
[demmonsinmyhead] she needs a man fr cough cough SUKUNA
you groaned, flopping slightly forward.
“i don’t need a man.. i need clearer instructions that dont speak hundred languages in one spot.”
whilst across the screen... somewhere else...
sukuna sat back in his chair, fresh from the gym, hair still slightly damp, watching your stream on his monitor.
not live.
not chatting.
just watching.
quiet.
observing.
you were… interesting.
funny without trying.
pretty without forcing it.
and that cat…
he huffed a quiet breath through his nose.
“…cute,” he muttered, though whether it was about you or the cat.. it wasn't unclear.
he stayed until the stream ended because you wanted food.
until your screen faded out.
until chat slowed.
and yeah.
he clicked your instagram after.
just to have a little peek
just to have a little looksies
scrolling quietly.. you had a pretty pinterest worthy account
pause.
a photo from a year ago.
you were posed on a bed, the soft dimmed lightly hitting your face.. you were absloutely gorgeous
his thumb hovered.
then a small tap.
it was liked.
he didn’t even notice from his soft tired eyes.
then closed the app.
and went to sleep.
but the next morning?
you woke up to your phone exploding.
notifications stacked on notifications.
your name trending on x.
his name trending as well.
and both names together.
you blinked, still half asleep, opening one of the messages from shoko.
a screenshot.
your post.
liked by demonickuna.
a photo from a year ago.
you sat up immediately.
“…no way.”
luvry/n
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liked by demonickuna , shokoko , meim3is , and others
flying ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 's
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y/nsnews
OMG HE ACTUALLY DEADAHH LIKED IT
shokoko
so pretty my love
┃ luvry/n
i love u
user45
thats actually so funny he liked a photo from a year ago
┃user6
he obviously didnt noticed cause he isnt like that
nobaraah
how can one be so pretty
┃luvry/n
literally you
angelicallyy/ns7
IM FROATHING AT THE MOUTH
┃luvry/n
GIRL
┃ angelicallyy/ns7
HELP U RESPONDED
disclaimers: i dont own any brands mentioned, sukuna or the entirety of jjk. within in this series is only for entertainment purposes only. all photos are found from pinterest. guys also idk anything about streaming so im kinda winging this okay..
p.s I DO NOT CONDONE TO AI!!!! using ai for your work is not okay, another thing is to be pointing out peoples work that it's "ai", unfortunately some people do not understand that ' – ' are commonly used. i have had to stop using them as people constantly think its considered ai!!! do not use it to create work!!!
taglist: – currently open ; if im missing u pls let me know :)
summary: invited onto answer questions with another streamer, you became a hot topic reaction meme to talking about a celebrity crush. oops! now they know
content: sort of 16+, swearing, fluff, crack, a lot of inappropriate jokes, ill add more if theres seriously a problem
ONE : HAVENT YOU HEARD IM THE INTERNET GIRL?
TWO : SQUID
disclaimers: i dont own any brands mentioned, sukuna or the entirety of jjk. within in this series is only for entertainment purposes only. all photos are found from pinterest. guys also idk anything about streaming so im kinda winging this okay..
p.s I DO NOT CONDONE TO AI!!!! using ai for your work is not okay, another thing is to be pointing out peoples work that it's "ai", unfortunately some people do not understand that ' – ' are commonly used. i have had to stop using them as people constantly think its considered ai!!! do not use it to create work!!!
taglist: – currently open ; if im missing u pls let me know :)
summary: two singers in different genres, how on earth did they end up crossing paths? well... pink hand cuffs and being competitive for a grammy.
content: sort of 16+ read at your own risk lol.., fluff, angst, sukuna just a hopeless man and reader being flirty as, angst, smut(?), public relations, crying, complicated feelings, singer au. btw more will be added with each chapter
a/n: yippe chapter one are u all excited??
link for have you tried this one? ,, wanna see my other works? press here!
WELL YOU WERENT ORIGINALLY THE IT GIRL
you kinda just woke up one day and the world decided you were.
one minute it was small concerts with max 1 - 2 thousand or less, dim stages, and two popular songs people only half listened to.
the next thing you knew, you were on billboards with your face ten feet tall, paparazzi yelling your name, and strangers online creating the most interesting edits.
babydoll dresses, lace, silk, clothes that looked like they belonged in someone’s hidden part of their wardrobe, not under flashing stage lights, but you wore them anyway.
and your lyrics?
sweet enough to hum in public.
but bold enough to make people pause every time something explicit is said.
i mean it was pretty iconic.
you were always iconic.
the studio smelled like vanilla candles, victoria secret perfume and a hint of weed.... blame it on choso
soft lighting filled the room, which was your idea, which bounced off the walls near where the sound board sat near yuki and choso on the other side.
you were sprawled out in the chair, you did not care whatsoever, one shoe lazily dangling off your foot as the final track played through the speakers.
your album.
your very unreleased, thats also very secret, and a very not subtle album.
yuki stood beside choso with her arms crossed, but the smile on her face gave her away instantly. choso sat beside her, focused, tweaking something on the screen like the little perfectionist he was as a blunt was held between his lips.
you barely looked up.
instead, you scrolled.
top post being...
sukuna announces his new album 'angel' dropping next week.
you paused.
tilted your head slightly.
huh..
you’d seen him before, obviously.
hard not to.
ads, playlists, interviews, but the kind of face people remembered even if they didn’t try to.
i mean he is hot...
his music was good too.
annoyingly good.
you sigh softly, scrolling past like it didn’t matter.
(it kind of did. just a little.)
your thoughts got cut off when your name echoed through the intercom.
“earth to you,” yuki’s voice came through, amused.
you looked up, turning off your phone.
“i’m here,” you said, lazy smile tugging at your lips.
yuki raised a brow
“good. because i need your brain working for five seconds.”
“that’s a lot to ask for.”
choso snorted quietly in the background whilst taking a drag of his blunt.
yuki ignored you whilst side eyeing choso from his snort.
“when are we announcing the new album?”
you blinked.
then sat up a little whilst leaned back in your chair, staring up at the ceiling like the answer might be written there.
“…is it bad if i want to do it now?” you said slowly.
yuki’s brows raised instantly. “now now... ?”
“like,” you gestured vaguely with your phone, “we’ve done the photoshoots, the whole album is done, the visuals are done… i’m bored of waiting.”
choso finally spoke up, glancing over his shoulder.
“that’s because you hate waiting.”
“i don’t hate it,” you shot back, sitting up a little again.
“i just think it’s useless for me and the fans to wait long.”
yuki sighed, but she was smiling. “you’ve been completely off the grid for weeks. no posts, no appearances. people think you disappeared and stopped your career...”
“i kinda did half of that though.. because of..” you shrugged.
there was a brief pause.
no one said his name.
they didn’t have to.
gojo satoru.
model.
a walking ego.
calvin klein’s favourite fuckboy to place into an ad.
your relationship with him had been... well
short and sweet.
but in public with all the ways that mattered and private in all the ways that didn’t.
until it wasn’t.
no dramatic breakup post. no teary outings for the paparazzi
just a quiet unfollow… and a very loud video of him kissing someone else in a club.
the internet connected the dots for you.
“you sure you’re ready for this?” yuki asked, softer this time.
you didn’t answer immediately.
instead, you reached over and hit play again.
the final track started again, manchild.. great way to start it off.
your voice filled the room.
sweet.
sharp.
a little cruel.
you smiled.
“yeah,” you said finally. “i think it’s funnier this way to drop a bomb.”
choso leaned back in his chair. “what's funnier his face or the fact you're dropping a bomb on your fans?”
“mm we both know what the answer is to that,” you hummed. “but imagine... no warning. no sad posts. just,”
you snapped your fingers, “boom. album. and suddenly everyone’s excited.”
yuki let out a small laugh. “you’re evil.”
“it's called healing,” you corrected.
“that’s not what healing looks like.”
“it does for me.”
another beat passed.
then yuki straightened, already slipping into work mode. “okay. if we do this now, we do it properly. teaser tonight, announcement tomorrow morning. i’ll get the pr team and social media pr ready..”
“i'll do it" you cut in.
she paused. “what?”
you grinned, standing up and slipping your shoe back on.
“i said i'll do it.”
yuki stared at you for a second.
then she shook her head, laughing under her breath. “babe i literally pay these people...”
you grabbed your phone, already opening your camera.
“good, they can handle the comments then” you said lightly.
your phone illuminated your face as you sat back down onto the couch.
flicking through the final post....
you looked good.
of course you did.
but the best thing was.. you didn’t even overthink the caption.
you smile softly before pressing the button.
post.
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┃ user478
girl we all saw it coming 😭 she's obviously heartbroken asf
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shes glowing yall she needed it
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literally!! its the afterglow of heartbreak
┃ user98673
gojo is better anyways 😂
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and no one asked for your opinion love x
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its either going to be a humiliation ritual for gojo or shes gonna make us
all cry our eyes out once again
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word on the street its gonna be both
usernobodywants
girl stop being so dramatic 😭 gojo did nothing on u
┃ user4
well its almost like theres proof of him cheating???
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summary: sukuna never knew the fushiguro household had another sibling.. especially a good looking one!!
genre : fluff fluffy floof
a/n : 1000 FOLLOWER SPECIAL aye aye aye yayyyayayayyayay guys keep the requests coming i love reading them.
p.s i do know toji isnt a fushiguro but is last name better then zenin soz
everyone in the frat knew frat toji was secretive about his personal life. like really secretive.
he never talked about family, never showed photos, never invited anyone home.
so when summer rolled around and he messaged the groupchat saying, 'parents are out of town. house is free.'
the boys thought nothing of it.
oversized hoodie slipping off one shoulder, soft messy hair, blinking at a porch full of massive frat guys like you were trying to process the sheer amount of testosterone on your doorstep.
you looked softly familiar.
fratkuna squinted for a second.
then his eyes flicked to toji behind him.
same sharp eyes.
same facial features.
his brain clicked.
oh.
toji had a sister.
and judging by the way toji immediately stepped forward with a dark look in his eyes like a guard dog, she was clearly off limits.
“that's my sister,”
toji muttered lowly, like a warning.
fratkuna smirked.
“didn’t ask.”
but the second you smiled shyly and said “hi” to them all.
yeah.
fratkuna was folded already.
now fratkuna suddenly has reasons to visit
before meeting you, fratkuna only came to toji’s place if there was something in it for him.
after meeting you?
suddenly he had so many excuses.
“toji forgot his jacket.”
“need to grab my charger.”
“thought we were hanging out here today.”
half of those things were blatant lies.
toji knew it.
the frat boys knew it.
but the second fratkuna walked through the door and saw you sitting on the couch with your legs tucked under you reading or watching something?
his whole posture changed.
he’d drop into the seat beside you like he’d always belonged there.
“what’re you watching?”
“love island...”
“looks stupid.”
but he’d stay there the entire episode.
and even comment on stuff especially when there’s beef happening.
and for some reason… fratkuna is… weirdly gentle with you.
fratkuna is usually rough.
loud.
teasing.
the kind of guy who shoves his friends around and starts fights just for entertainment.
but with you?
his voice lowers.
he leans down slightly when talking to you so you can hear him easier.
if you hand him something his fingers brush yours carefully.
when he laughs around the frat boys it’s loud and cocky.
when he laughs at something you say?
it’s quieter.
softer.
toji notices immediately
toji doesn’t say anything at first.
but he watches.
the way fratkuna sits closer to you than anyone else.
the way you talk to him more comfortably than the others.
the way fratkuna usual sharp eyes soften when they land on you.
toji sees it.
and he hates it so bad.
one day he just leans against the doorway while you and fratkuna talk in the kitchen.
then mutters to fratkuna as he passes.
“you break her heart, I break cut your dick off.”
fratkuna just grins.
“relax. i know she's just cute.”
that somehow makes toji more concerned.
late night baking was a common thing in the fushiguro house.
it all starts because you mention you’re craving cake at like 1am.
fratkuna, who had been sprawled on the couch half asleep, immediately sits up.
“cake?”
next thing you know you’re both in the kitchen.
you’re sitting on the counter in baggy sweats and a loose white singlet falling off the side of your shoulder, whilst legs tucked up slightly.
hair messy from laying on the couch.
the kitchen light warm and quiet.
fratkuna stands beside the counter cutting strawberries with surprising skills of not cutting himself.
you’re focused on spreading cream over the first cake layer.
“more strawberries,” you mumble.
“you already used half the damn carton.”
“more please.”
he rolls his eyes but slides them toward you anyway.
occasionally you steal pieces and pop them into your mouth.
eventually you place the second layer on top and spread more cream.
fratkuna watches like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world.
when the cake is done you both stare at it proudly.
“looks kinda good,” he admits.
you cut a slice.
both of you eat it straight from the same plate and spoon, as he leans against the counter from where you sat.
strawberry cream smudged slightly on the corner of your lip.
fratkuna notices.
pauses.
then quietly wipes it off with his thumb.
you freeze.
he just acts nonchalant and finishes his bite.
when the frat slowly realise what’s happening they know fratkuna isn't going to give this up.
gojo walks in one night expecting chaos.
instead he sees fratkuna leaning against the counter while you ramble about something random whilst making brownies on the counter per usual.
fratkuna is listening.
actually listening.
gojo immediately texts the seperate group chat.
'SUKUNA HAS A CRUSH ON TOJI’S SISTER 🚨🚨‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️'
the responses are instant.
'welp he’s dead rip king😣'
'toji’s gonna murder him and his dick 🥺.'
fratkuna gets protective
one night you mention a guy flirting with you at a cafe.
fratkuna goes dead silent whilst glaring at the wall.
“what’d he look like?”
“why?”
“just asking.”
toji across the room laying on the couch unbothered spoke.
“you’re not killing anyone.”
“didn’t say I was.”
but when fratkuna realises he’s genuinely falling for you he know's he's in deep shit.
it happens during one of those quiet nights.
you’re sitting beside him half asleep watching a movie.
your head slowly tips against his shoulder.
you fall asleep there.
fratkuna freezes.
normally he’d move.
but instead he stays perfectly still so you don’t wake up.
hours later toji walks in.
sees you asleep against fratkuna.
sees fratkuna sitting there like asleep whilst you all cuddled up with him.
toji sighs then whispers to himself.
“….i hope he dies in his sleep”
and fratkuna slowly becomes part of your life more.
at first fratkuna coming over was occasional.
then it became normal.
toji would deadass walk downstairs and see fratkuna already sitting at the kitchen table while you made an iced strawberry matcha.
“morning,” fratkuna would mutter.
like he lived there.
toji just stared and slowly turned into a glare.
“why are you even here.”
“she said she was making pancakes...”
“I said maybe.” you softly said slurping your drink from the pantry.
“same thing.”
fratkuna lets you play with his hair
fratkuna does not let people touch him.
like ever.
gojo once tried to flick his hair and almost lost a hand.
but one afternoon you’re both sitting on the couch and you casually start braiding the little strands near his undercut while talking.
fratkuna sits there all mushed up and content.
the room is oddly quiet.
everyone expects him to snap at you.
instead he just sighs and leans back every now and then slightly so you can reach easier.
gojo whispers to geto in the kitchen.
“we just witnessed a historical event…”
you’re also the only one who can calm him down
fratkuna gets into fights.
like a lot.
sometimes he storms into the house already irritated.
jaw tight. shoulders tense.
everyone else gives him space.
but you just walk over and gently poke his arm.
“you look grumpy.”
“i’m not.”
“you are.”
he exhales slowly.
then mutters:
“…can you just sit with me for a bit.”
and toji is slowly realising
toji thought it would be some dumb little crush.
everyone thought fratkuna was just messing around.
but months pass.
and fratkuna is still coming over.
still baking with you.
still bringing you random snacks or drinks he saw you liked.
one night toji sees fratkuna quietly covering a blanket over you when you fall asleep on the couch.
toji just stares from the hallway.
then mutters under his breath.
“…well fuck.”
because that doesn’t look like a temporary thing.
fratkuna quietly brings you things
he never makes a big deal about it.
but if you mention liking something once?
he remembers.
your favorite strawberries.
a specific brand of chocolate.
that weird tea you drink.
suddenly it starts appearing in the kitchen.
you’ll hold it up.
“did you buy this?” raising a brow questioning him, even though you know he bought it
fratkuna just shrugs from the couch.
“maybe.”
movie nights with the boys are chaotic.
yelling.
arguing about what to watch.
gojo throwing popcorn at nanami
but the moment you sit beside fratkuna?
he automatically lifts his arm along the back of the couch behind you.
quietly touching your shoulder and rubbing it with the pad of his thumb.
but its clearly protective gesture.
if the movie gets scary and you instinctively lean closer.
fratkuna pretends he doesn’t notice.
but his hand slowly slides down so it’s resting near your arm.
but fratkuna gets jealous but won’t admit it.
one day one of toji’s friends from another frat flirts with you.
harmless.
joking.
but fratkuna sees it.
suddenly he’s standing beside you.
big.
silent.
staring at the guy.
the guy slowly backs away.
later you tease him.
“were you super jelly?”
fratkuna scoffs.
“of that idiot?”
pausing quietly but quickly adds on.
“…don’t talk to him again.”
studying together never worked
you sit at the dining table surrounded by notes and textbooks.
fratkuna absolutely not studying.
he’s just sitting there scrolling his phone.
occasionally he looks over.
“you’ve been staring at that page for ten minutes.”
“i’m thinking.”
“…looks painful.”
you kick his leg under the table.
but when you finally understand something you get excited and start explaining it to him.
fratkuna has no idea what you’re talking about especially about what stuff goes on in the frontal lobe... like what the hell is brocas area..
but he watches you smile and ramble and he nods like he understands one thing.
the frat boys teasing him
but one this is, that they’ll never let him live it down.
gojo walks into the kitchen one day.
sees fratkuna helping you wash strawberries.
“wow.”
fratkuna glares.
a way of him saying 'come any closer or say anything i'll chop yo dick off'
gojo continues though!
“didn’t know how the domestic life suited you.”
“say one more thing and im removing you off the netflix family plan.”
“okay future househusband.”
the first time fratkuna realises he’s protective... I mean we all know he is…
you’re carrying a heavy grocery bag inside.
fratkuna immediately takes it from you.
“you’re gonna hurt your arms.”
“it’s not THAT heavy.”
he lifts it easily with one hand.
“it is for you.”
you pout.
fratkuna sighs.
“…fine. you can carry the toilet paper I guess”
you and fratkuna are in the kitchen again late at night.
baking something stupid at 2am.
music playing quietly from the tv that choso left on by accident.
you’re laughing while trying to pipe cream onto the cake.
fratkuna is standing close behind you helping guide your hand.
the moment is soft.
quiet.
a little too intimate.
then suddenly
toji of course walks in.
both of you freeze.
slowly steps back.
toji looks between you both.
silence.
then he just grabs a protein bar from the pantry.
“…i’m watching you both”
and walks out.
you whisper quietly
“what is he on about we're making cake for yuji?”
fratkuna snorts.
“he thinks we're fucking on the counter probably.”
this is fratkuna favourite thing in the world becomes those quiet kitchen nights.
you sitting on the counter.
legs swinging.
talking about random things.
him cutting fruit or stirring batter.
no frat chaos.
no fighting.
just you and him.
and he realises something that kinda scares him.
he’d choose this over any party.
this is when fratkuna finally realises he can’t keep pretending
but fratkuna tried to ignore it for months.
the way he always ended up next to you.
the way he noticed every small thing about you.
the way his chest felt weirdly tight whenever you laughed with someone else.
he told himself it was just a crush.
except it never faded.
if anything it got worse.
one night the frat was out at a party but you stayed home because you weren’t feeling like going.
fratkuna claimed parties were “boring” suddenly and stayed too.
it was quiet.
you were in the kitchen again, because somehow that always happened.
making brownies this time.
you were sitting on the counter like usual, legs swinging.
fratkuna standing between your legs whilst you were mixing batter.
“you’re gonna spill it,” he mutters.
“i’m not.”
you lean forward to peek into the bowl and accidentally bump your head into his shoulder.
twisting around he held your face.
and suddenly now you’re very close.
neither of you moves.
you're pouting from hitting your head.
yet your voice gets softer.
“kuna…”
he’s staring at you like he’s debating something in his head.
then he sighs like he’s giving up a losing battle then doing the triangle method (iykykykykykykykk).
“you’re gonna get me killed.”
“what?”
but before you can finish he leans in and kisses you.
slow.
careful.
like he’s testing if it’s real.
when he pulls back you’re still staring at him wide eyed.
“…we’re definitely dead if ji finds out.”
fratkuna just smirks.
“worth it.”
after that kiss you two become secretly inseparable.
but because of toji you tried to hide it.
you both mutually agreed and let toji figure himself.
which is hard when fratkuna naturally gravitates toward you.
he sits too close.
his hand lingers on your waist when he passes by.
he automatically grabs things for you.
you two share food constantly.
the frat boys notice immediately.
the frat figures it out
and ofc gojo is the first.
one night he walks into the living room.
sees you asleep with your head on fratkuna chest.
fratkuna is gently playing with your hair then kissing your forehead whilst watching TV.
gojo slowly backs out of the room.
then runs quietly upstairs to geto's room where choso and him smoke a blunt.
whisper yelling at the both of them
“THEY’RE DATING.”
within ten minutes the entire frat knows except toji of course.
they all make a silent agreement.
do not tell toji.
because fratkuna may survive a fight with him.
the rest of them definitely wouldn’t.
and now fratkuna becomes openly protective.. i mean he was originally protective in private to himself.. but uh he was very open about it no matter what
once you two start dating he gets worse about it.
always keeping an eye on you at parties.
guiding you through crowds with a hand on your back.
if someone gets too close?
fratkuna appears out of nowhere.
arm casually wrapping around your shoulders.
the message is very clear.
but the first time you sleep over in his room.
technically you’ve fallen asleep on the couch together before.
but this is different.
you’re in his room.
laying on his bed.
he’s much bigger than you so when he pulls you into his chest you almost disappear against him and the bedding itself.
fratkuna pretends he’s not soft.
but the way his arm stays wrapped around you the whole night says otherwise.
if you shift even slightly he instinctively pulls you closer.
but.... it was closer by the second that toji was going to find out.
one morning you walk downstairs half asleep wearing one of fratkuna hoodies.
the boys at the table all freeze.
gojo slowly looks up and whispers
“are u joking its 9am on a sunday”
fratkuna walks in behind you.
sees the room staring.
then glares.
everyone instantly looks down at their phones like nothing happened.
but when toji finally finds out
it happens in the dumbest way possible.
fratkuna and you sitting on the couch beside watching something.
absentmindedly holding his hand.
toji walks in.
pauses.
looks down.
looks back up.
silence.
“why are you holding his hand he's got cooties.”
both of you freeze.
fratkuna doesn’t let go but rather squeezes it.
toji slowly turns toward him.
“…sukuna.”
the room gets very tense.
“we’re about to witness a murder.”
someone whispers
yet toji drags fratkuna outside.
out of all frat guys, gojo goes to the windows to watch whilst the others were outside or not bothered.
you watched nervously.
outside toji grabs fratkuna by the collar.
“out of everyone you could’ve chosen—”
fratkuna interrupts calmly staying chill.
“relax.”
“relax?”
“i’m not messing around with her.”
toji studies him raising a brow for a long moment.
fratkuna doesn’t look joking.
doesn’t look cocky either.
just serious.
finally toji exhales shoving him away.
“…if she cries because of you just know you're dying in the backyard .”
fratkuna smirks.
“she won’t i mean not in a bad way....”
except he whispered that last bit
toji reluctantly accepts it
he still glares at fratkuna constantly.
but he lets it happen.
mostly because he sees how happy you are.
and how fratkuna actually treats you gently.
one day toji walks into the kitchen and sees sukuna helping you bake again.
he sighs.
“…this is the weirdest thing ever.”
sukuna’s favourite thing used to be drinking, smoking, gym, ladies off his arm
summary: invited onto answer questions with another streamer, you became a hot topic reaction meme to talking about a celebrity crush. oops! now they know
content: sort of 16+, swearing, fluff, crack, a lot of inappropriate jokes, ill add more if theres seriously a problem
a/n: i love streamer aus also this is sloppy as and a draft so icbf editing im sorry
next — masterlist 4 this series
you didn’t think anything of it.
like yeah, okay, you said demonickuna was hot on a random wednesday stream with nobara who matter of fact was still losing her mind btw, but in your head that was just… normal.
you weren’t pr trained. you weren’t media polished.
you were just a girl with a cute setup, friesday streams, and a chat that watched you crash out over pixel blocks and blind boxes.
so when clips of you twirling your hair, smiling all shy and going
"i meannnn… he’s so hot and his voice—"
well... that unfortunately blew up overnight…
you just laughed it off.
“guys it’s not that serious,” you said on your next stream, cheeks a little pink, fingers fidgeting with your rings.
“but i mean like… have you heard him?”
your chat absolutely did not let that go.
meanwhile....
he didn’t care.
sukuna wasn’t the type to scroll.
didn’t doomscroll, didn’t check tags, didn’t care about edits or clips or whatever people were saying about him. simply posted “stream in 10” and logged off.
that was it.
but his chat?
annoying.
spamming.
relentless.
[kunaslilslut] have you seen angelicluv
[thestrongest] angelicluv she said ur hot
[sleepnagi] bro she wants u
[magicalgirls] ANGELICLUV!!! NOTICE HER
he leans back in his chair, one arm hooked behind his head whilst showcasing a small glimpse of his v-line and abs, headset half on, mic catching that low hum in his throat.
“who the fuck is angelicluv?” he mutters, voice dipping lazily into the mic.
chat goes absolutely feral.
he clicks his tongue, mildly irritated but curious now.
“she said something about me?”
more spam.
more caps.
more exaggeration.
he exhales through his nose, then finally.... finally....leans forward, pulling his keyboard closer.
“what’s she known for?”
[flithymonke33ys] minecraft crashouts and blind boxes.
[suckkmyb3alls] she popular on tiktok for being reaction stickers.
[manlyredriot] she's pretty as but very extroverted on stream.
“…tch.”
he types your name in anyway.
your profile pops up.
soft colours. aesthetic. pretty in that effortless way that doesn’t look like you tried too hard... i mean you did, but he doesn’t need to know that.
he studies the frame for a second longer than he should.
“…hm.”
plays it again.
you’re holding up the skull panda box, smiling all bright and excited, voice sweet... a little too sweet.
“now the moment you’ve all been waiting for!”
he rests his chin on his knuckles, watching.
not reacting.
just… simply watching... or admiring
“except that fuck ass christmas tree....” you said it so seriously like your whole life mattered onto it. i mean it did... you spent $30 dollars on it
he snorts quietly.
actually snorts.
chat explodes.
he presses his lips together like he didn’t just do that.
“she’s annoying,” he mutters.
but he doesn’t click off.
he keeps watching.
you open it.
pause.
your face drops.
“…no.... no im schizophrenic this isnt real”
he lets out a low, muffled chuckle, shoulders shaking once.
“unlucky,” he says, voice quieter now.
then the second box.
same result.
you staring at the camera like your soul just left your body then looking out the window and sighing quietly.
he leans back again, one brow raised, amused in a way he doesn’t bother hiding anymore.
“she’s funny.”
chat loses it.
[thestrongest] youuuuuu likeeeee herrrrrr
[slugtforkunaa] OH MY GOD”
[shimigamieyes] SOME1 CLIP THAT
[bannanana] HE DEAD AHH HE SMILED
“shut up,” he says flatly.
but he’s still watching.
still letting the next clip play.
still listening when you laugh.
that was until he noticed
you’re on live.
he joins quietly and watches whilst his stream is still going.
whilst you're mid rant over losing in minecraft to a creeper, dramatic as ever, chat spamming.
[iluvy/n] GIRLLL JUST TAKE THE L
[imaseagull] ykw she has a point
[gojoswhitefungustoe] bae ...... just take the loss
“oh my GOD you guys are so fake to me..”
your meow ping goes off.
you barely glance at it.
“thank you for the follow... wait a minute...”
you freeze staring at the follow then watch it dissapear.
chat is now spamming more than ever.
your eyes flick back.
double take.
triple take.
“…no...”
chat starts SCREAMING.
[angelicallyy/ns] LMFAOOO LOOK AT HER FACE
[sukunasdemon] heeeyyy we came from his stream
[applepies348] SUKUNA U CAME AT THE WRONG TIME SHES CRASHING OUT LOL
[tojiiifushi] dayummm sukuna i may steal her from you
“no your all lying....”
you lean closer to the screen, squinting like that’ll change it.
it doesn’t.
demonickuna followed you.
THE DEMONICKUNA...
and then a donation appears for $30 dollars.
your ping of a meow makes a noise.
you don’t even breathe.
the message speaks out
“open another one of those blind boxes.”
you stare at it.
your chat is actually unusable.
“…are you..” you laugh nervously, covering your mouth. “are you serious right now?”
another donation of $30 pings through
“don’t get the 'fuck ass christmas tree' again.”
you blink.
once.
twice.
“…i hate you now i take back everything.”
whilst on his side
he smirks.
“yeah,” he mutters under his breath, eyes flicking to your stream on his second monitor.
summary: two singers in different genres, how on earth did they end up crossing paths? well... pink hand cuffs and being competitive for a grammy.
content: sort of 16+ read at your own risk lol.., fluff, angst, sukuna just a hopeless man and reader being flirty as, angst, smut(?), public relations, crying, complicated feelings, singer au. btw more will be added with each chapter
a/n: finally a series.. now hype it up or else.. jk love you all!! tysm for 1.1k <3
where to read? , have you ever tried this one?
chapter one ,, here
more chapters coming out soon
disclaimers: i do not own the music that's mentioned within this series, i dont own any brands mentioned, sukuna or the entirety of jjk. within in this series is only for entertainment purposes only. all photos are found from pinterest.
art: @/su2kuna on x
summary: sukuna never knew the fushiguro household had another sibling.. especially a good looking one!!
genre : fluff fluffy floof
a/n : 1000 FOLLOWER SPECIAL aye aye aye yayyyayayayyayay guys keep the requests coming i love reading them.
p.s i do know toji isnt a fushiguro but is last name better then zenin soz
everyone in the frat knew frat toji was secretive about his personal life. like really secretive.
he never talked about family, never showed photos, never invited anyone home.
so when summer rolled around and he messaged the groupchat saying, 'parents are out of town. house is free.'
the boys thought nothing of it.
oversized hoodie slipping off one shoulder, soft messy hair, blinking at a porch full of massive frat guys like you were trying to process the sheer amount of testosterone on your doorstep.
you looked softly familiar.
fratkuna squinted for a second.
then his eyes flicked to toji behind him.
same sharp eyes.
same facial features.
his brain clicked.
oh.
toji had a sister.
and judging by the way toji immediately stepped forward with a dark look in his eyes like a guard dog, she was clearly off limits.
“that's my sister,”
toji muttered lowly, like a warning.
fratkuna smirked.
“didn’t ask.”
but the second you smiled shyly and said “hi” to them all.
yeah.
fratkuna was folded already.
now fratkuna suddenly has reasons to visit
before meeting you, fratkuna only came to toji’s place if there was something in it for him.
after meeting you?
suddenly he had so many excuses.
“toji forgot his jacket.”
“need to grab my charger.”
“thought we were hanging out here today.”
half of those things were blatant lies.
toji knew it.
the frat boys knew it.
but the second fratkuna walked through the door and saw you sitting on the couch with your legs tucked under you reading or watching something?
his whole posture changed.
he’d drop into the seat beside you like he’d always belonged there.
“what’re you watching?”
“love island...”
“looks stupid.”
but he’d stay there the entire episode.
and even comment on stuff especially when there’s beef happening.
and for some reason… fratkuna is… weirdly gentle with you.
fratkuna is usually rough.
loud.
teasing.
the kind of guy who shoves his friends around and starts fights just for entertainment.
but with you?
his voice lowers.
he leans down slightly when talking to you so you can hear him easier.
if you hand him something his fingers brush yours carefully.
when he laughs around the frat boys it’s loud and cocky.
when he laughs at something you say?
it’s quieter.
softer.
toji notices immediately
toji doesn’t say anything at first.
but he watches.
the way fratkuna sits closer to you than anyone else.
the way you talk to him more comfortably than the others.
the way fratkuna usual sharp eyes soften when they land on you.
toji sees it.
and he hates it so bad.
one day he just leans against the doorway while you and fratkuna talk in the kitchen.
then mutters to fratkuna as he passes.
“you break her heart, I break cut your dick off.”
fratkuna just grins.
“relax. i know she's just cute.”
that somehow makes toji more concerned.
late night baking was a common thing in the fushiguro house.
it all starts because you mention you’re craving cake at like 1am.
fratkuna, who had been sprawled on the couch half asleep, immediately sits up.
“cake?”
next thing you know you’re both in the kitchen.
you’re sitting on the counter in baggy sweats and a loose white singlet falling off the side of your shoulder, whilst legs tucked up slightly.
hair messy from laying on the couch.
the kitchen light warm and quiet.
fratkuna stands beside the counter cutting strawberries with surprising skills of not cutting himself.
you’re focused on spreading cream over the first cake layer.
“more strawberries,” you mumble.
“you already used half the damn carton.”
“more please.”
he rolls his eyes but slides them toward you anyway.
occasionally you steal pieces and pop them into your mouth.
eventually you place the second layer on top and spread more cream.
fratkuna watches like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world.
when the cake is done you both stare at it proudly.
“looks kinda good,” he admits.
you cut a slice.
both of you eat it straight from the same plate and spoon, as he leans against the counter from where you sat.
strawberry cream smudged slightly on the corner of your lip.
fratkuna notices.
pauses.
then quietly wipes it off with his thumb.
you freeze.
he just acts nonchalant and finishes his bite.
when the frat slowly realise what’s happening they know fratkuna isn't going to give this up.
gojo walks in one night expecting chaos.
instead he sees fratkuna leaning against the counter while you ramble about something random whilst making brownies on the counter per usual.
fratkuna is listening.
actually listening.
gojo immediately texts the seperate group chat.
'SUKUNA HAS A CRUSH ON TOJI’S SISTER 🚨🚨‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️'
the responses are instant.
'welp he’s dead rip king😣'
'toji’s gonna murder him and his dick 🥺.'
fratkuna gets protective
one night you mention a guy flirting with you at a cafe.
fratkuna goes dead silent whilst glaring at the wall.
“what’d he look like?”
“why?”
“just asking.”
toji across the room laying on the couch unbothered spoke.
“you’re not killing anyone.”
“didn’t say I was.”
but when fratkuna realises he’s genuinely falling for you he know's he's in deep shit.
it happens during one of those quiet nights.
you’re sitting beside him half asleep watching a movie.
your head slowly tips against his shoulder.
you fall asleep there.
fratkuna freezes.
normally he’d move.
but instead he stays perfectly still so you don’t wake up.
hours later toji walks in.
sees you asleep against fratkuna.
sees fratkuna sitting there like asleep whilst you all cuddled up with him.
toji sighs then whispers to himself.
“….i hope he dies in his sleep”
and fratkuna slowly becomes part of your life more.
at first fratkuna coming over was occasional.
then it became normal.
toji would deadass walk downstairs and see fratkuna already sitting at the kitchen table while you made an iced strawberry matcha.
“morning,” fratkuna would mutter.
like he lived there.
toji just stared and slowly turned into a glare.
“why are you even here.”
“she said she was making pancakes...”
“I said maybe.” you softly said slurping your drink from the pantry.
“same thing.”
fratkuna lets you play with his hair
fratkuna does not let people touch him.
like ever.
gojo once tried to flick his hair and almost lost a hand.
but one afternoon you’re both sitting on the couch and you casually start braiding the little strands near his undercut while talking.
fratkuna sits there all mushed up and content.
the room is oddly quiet.
everyone expects him to snap at you.
instead he just sighs and leans back every now and then slightly so you can reach easier.
gojo whispers to geto in the kitchen.
“we just witnessed a historical event…”
you’re also the only one who can calm him down
fratkuna gets into fights.
like a lot.
sometimes he storms into the house already irritated.
jaw tight. shoulders tense.
everyone else gives him space.
but you just walk over and gently poke his arm.
“you look grumpy.”
“i’m not.”
“you are.”
he exhales slowly.
then mutters:
“…can you just sit with me for a bit.”
and toji is slowly realising
toji thought it would be some dumb little crush.
everyone thought fratkuna was just messing around.
but months pass.
and fratkuna is still coming over.
still baking with you.
still bringing you random snacks or drinks he saw you liked.
one night toji sees fratkuna quietly covering a blanket over you when you fall asleep on the couch.
toji just stares from the hallway.
then mutters under his breath.
“…well fuck.”
because that doesn’t look like a temporary thing.
fratkuna quietly brings you things
he never makes a big deal about it.
but if you mention liking something once?
he remembers.
your favorite strawberries.
a specific brand of chocolate.
that weird tea you drink.
suddenly it starts appearing in the kitchen.
you’ll hold it up.
“did you buy this?” raising a brow questioning him, even though you know he bought it
fratkuna just shrugs from the couch.
“maybe.”
movie nights with the boys are chaotic.
yelling.
arguing about what to watch.
gojo throwing popcorn at nanami
but the moment you sit beside fratkuna?
he automatically lifts his arm along the back of the couch behind you.
quietly touching your shoulder and rubbing it with the pad of his thumb.
but its clearly protective gesture.
if the movie gets scary and you instinctively lean closer.
fratkuna pretends he doesn’t notice.
but his hand slowly slides down so it’s resting near your arm.
but fratkuna gets jealous but won’t admit it.
one day one of toji’s friends from another frat flirts with you.
harmless.
joking.
but fratkuna sees it.
suddenly he’s standing beside you.
big.
silent.
staring at the guy.
the guy slowly backs away.
later you tease him.
“were you super jelly?”
fratkuna scoffs.
“of that idiot?”
pausing quietly but quickly adds on.
“…don’t talk to him again.”
studying together never worked
you sit at the dining table surrounded by notes and textbooks.
fratkuna absolutely not studying.
he’s just sitting there scrolling his phone.
occasionally he looks over.
“you’ve been staring at that page for ten minutes.”
“i’m thinking.”
“…looks painful.”
you kick his leg under the table.
but when you finally understand something you get excited and start explaining it to him.
fratkuna has no idea what you’re talking about especially about what stuff goes on in the frontal lobe... like what the hell is brocas area..
but he watches you smile and ramble and he nods like he understands one thing.
the frat boys teasing him
but one this is, that they’ll never let him live it down.
gojo walks into the kitchen one day.
sees fratkuna helping you wash strawberries.
“wow.”
fratkuna glares.
a way of him saying 'come any closer or say anything i'll chop yo dick off'
gojo continues though!
“didn’t know how the domestic life suited you.”
“say one more thing and im removing you off the netflix family plan.”
“okay future househusband.”
the first time fratkuna realises he’s protective... I mean we all know he is…
you’re carrying a heavy grocery bag inside.
fratkuna immediately takes it from you.
“you’re gonna hurt your arms.”
“it’s not THAT heavy.”
he lifts it easily with one hand.
“it is for you.”
you pout.
fratkuna sighs.
“…fine. you can carry the toilet paper I guess”
you and fratkuna are in the kitchen again late at night.
baking something stupid at 2am.
music playing quietly from the tv that choso left on by accident.
you’re laughing while trying to pipe cream onto the cake.
fratkuna is standing close behind you helping guide your hand.
the moment is soft.
quiet.
a little too intimate.
then suddenly
toji of course walks in.
both of you freeze.
slowly steps back.
toji looks between you both.
silence.
then he just grabs a protein bar from the pantry.
“…i’m watching you both”
and walks out.
you whisper quietly
“what is he on about we're making cake for yuji?”
fratkuna snorts.
“he thinks we're fucking on the counter probably.”
this is fratkuna favourite thing in the world becomes those quiet kitchen nights.
you sitting on the counter.
legs swinging.
talking about random things.
him cutting fruit or stirring batter.
no frat chaos.
no fighting.
just you and him.
and he realises something that kinda scares him.
he’d choose this over any party.
this is when fratkuna finally realises he can’t keep pretending
but fratkuna tried to ignore it for months.
the way he always ended up next to you.
the way he noticed every small thing about you.
the way his chest felt weirdly tight whenever you laughed with someone else.
he told himself it was just a crush.
except it never faded.
if anything it got worse.
one night the frat was out at a party but you stayed home because you weren’t feeling like going.
fratkuna claimed parties were “boring” suddenly and stayed too.
it was quiet.
you were in the kitchen again, because somehow that always happened.
making brownies this time.
you were sitting on the counter like usual, legs swinging.
fratkuna standing between your legs whilst you were mixing batter.
“you’re gonna spill it,” he mutters.
“i’m not.”
you lean forward to peek into the bowl and accidentally bump your head into his shoulder.
twisting around he held your face.
and suddenly now you’re very close.
neither of you moves.
you're pouting from hitting your head.
yet your voice gets softer.
“kuna…”
he’s staring at you like he’s debating something in his head.
then he sighs like he’s giving up a losing battle then doing the triangle method (iykykykykykykykk).
“you’re gonna get me killed.”
“what?”
but before you can finish he leans in and kisses you.
slow.
careful.
like he’s testing if it’s real.
when he pulls back you’re still staring at him wide eyed.
“…we’re definitely dead if ji finds out.”
fratkuna just smirks.
“worth it.”
after that kiss you two become secretly inseparable.
but because of toji you tried to hide it.
you both mutually agreed and let toji figure himself.
which is hard when fratkuna naturally gravitates toward you.
he sits too close.
his hand lingers on your waist when he passes by.
he automatically grabs things for you.
you two share food constantly.
the frat boys notice immediately.
the frat figures it out
and ofc gojo is the first.
one night he walks into the living room.
sees you asleep with your head on fratkuna chest.
fratkuna is gently playing with your hair then kissing your forehead whilst watching TV.
gojo slowly backs out of the room.
then runs quietly upstairs to geto's room where choso and him smoke a blunt.
whisper yelling at the both of them
“THEY’RE DATING.”
within ten minutes the entire frat knows except toji of course.
they all make a silent agreement.
do not tell toji.
because fratkuna may survive a fight with him.
the rest of them definitely wouldn’t.
and now fratkuna becomes openly protective.. i mean he was originally protective in private to himself.. but uh he was very open about it no matter what
once you two start dating he gets worse about it.
always keeping an eye on you at parties.
guiding you through crowds with a hand on your back.
if someone gets too close?
fratkuna appears out of nowhere.
arm casually wrapping around your shoulders.
the message is very clear.
but the first time you sleep over in his room.
technically you’ve fallen asleep on the couch together before.
but this is different.
you’re in his room.
laying on his bed.
he’s much bigger than you so when he pulls you into his chest you almost disappear against him and the bedding itself.
fratkuna pretends he’s not soft.
but the way his arm stays wrapped around you the whole night says otherwise.
if you shift even slightly he instinctively pulls you closer.
but.... it was closer by the second that toji was going to find out.
one morning you walk downstairs half asleep wearing one of fratkuna hoodies.
the boys at the table all freeze.
gojo slowly looks up and whispers
“are u joking its 9am on a sunday”
fratkuna walks in behind you.
sees the room staring.
then glares.
everyone instantly looks down at their phones like nothing happened.
but when toji finally finds out
it happens in the dumbest way possible.
fratkuna and you sitting on the couch beside watching something.
absentmindedly holding his hand.
toji walks in.
pauses.
looks down.
looks back up.
silence.
“why are you holding his hand he's got cooties.”
both of you freeze.
fratkuna doesn’t let go but rather squeezes it.
toji slowly turns toward him.
“…sukuna.”
the room gets very tense.
“we’re about to witness a murder.”
someone whispers
yet toji drags fratkuna outside.
out of all frat guys, gojo goes to the windows to watch whilst the others were outside or not bothered.
you watched nervously.
outside toji grabs fratkuna by the collar.
“out of everyone you could’ve chosen—”
fratkuna interrupts calmly staying chill.
“relax.”
“relax?”
“i’m not messing around with her.”
toji studies him raising a brow for a long moment.
fratkuna doesn’t look joking.
doesn’t look cocky either.
just serious.
finally toji exhales shoving him away.
“…if she cries because of you just know you're dying in the backyard .”
fratkuna smirks.
“she won’t i mean not in a bad way....”
except he whispered that last bit
toji reluctantly accepts it
he still glares at fratkuna constantly.
but he lets it happen.
mostly because he sees how happy you are.
and how fratkuna actually treats you gently.
one day toji walks into the kitchen and sees sukuna helping you bake again.
he sighs.
“…this is the weirdest thing ever.”
sukuna’s favourite thing used to be drinking, smoking, gym, ladies off his arm
summary: sukuna never knew the fushiguro household had another sibling.. especially a good looking one!!
genre : fluff fluffy floof
a/n : 1000 FOLLOWER SPECIAL aye aye aye yayyyayayayyayay guys keep the requests coming i love reading them.
p.s i do know toji isnt a fushiguro but is last name better then zenin soz
everyone in the frat knew frat toji was secretive about his personal life. like really secretive.
he never talked about family, never showed photos, never invited anyone home.
so when summer rolled around and he messaged the groupchat saying, 'parents are out of town. house is free.'
the boys thought nothing of it.
oversized hoodie slipping off one shoulder, soft messy hair, blinking at a porch full of massive frat guys like you were trying to process the sheer amount of testosterone on your doorstep.
you looked softly familiar.
fratkuna squinted for a second.
then his eyes flicked to toji behind him.
same sharp eyes.
same facial features.
his brain clicked.
oh.
toji had a sister.
and judging by the way toji immediately stepped forward with a dark look in his eyes like a guard dog, she was clearly off limits.
“that's my sister,”
toji muttered lowly, like a warning.
fratkuna smirked.
“didn’t ask.”
but the second you smiled shyly and said “hi” to them all.
yeah.
fratkuna was folded already.
now fratkuna suddenly has reasons to visit
before meeting you, fratkuna only came to toji’s place if there was something in it for him.
after meeting you?
suddenly he had so many excuses.
“toji forgot his jacket.”
“need to grab my charger.”
“thought we were hanging out here today.”
half of those things were blatant lies.
toji knew it.
the frat boys knew it.
but the second fratkuna walked through the door and saw you sitting on the couch with your legs tucked under you reading or watching something?
his whole posture changed.
he’d drop into the seat beside you like he’d always belonged there.
“what’re you watching?”
“love island...”
“looks stupid.”
but he’d stay there the entire episode.
and even comment on stuff especially when there’s beef happening.
and for some reason… fratkuna is… weirdly gentle with you.
fratkuna is usually rough.
loud.
teasing.
the kind of guy who shoves his friends around and starts fights just for entertainment.
but with you?
his voice lowers.
he leans down slightly when talking to you so you can hear him easier.
if you hand him something his fingers brush yours carefully.
when he laughs around the frat boys it’s loud and cocky.
when he laughs at something you say?
it’s quieter.
softer.
toji notices immediately
toji doesn’t say anything at first.
but he watches.
the way fratkuna sits closer to you than anyone else.
the way you talk to him more comfortably than the others.
the way fratkuna usual sharp eyes soften when they land on you.
toji sees it.
and he hates it so bad.
one day he just leans against the doorway while you and fratkuna talk in the kitchen.
then mutters to fratkuna as he passes.
“you break her heart, I break cut your dick off.”
fratkuna just grins.
“relax. i know she's just cute.”
that somehow makes toji more concerned.
late night baking was a common thing in the fushiguro house.
it all starts because you mention you’re craving cake at like 1am.
fratkuna, who had been sprawled on the couch half asleep, immediately sits up.
“cake?”
next thing you know you’re both in the kitchen.
you’re sitting on the counter in baggy sweats and a loose white singlet falling off the side of your shoulder, whilst legs tucked up slightly.
hair messy from laying on the couch.
the kitchen light warm and quiet.
fratkuna stands beside the counter cutting strawberries with surprising skills of not cutting himself.
you’re focused on spreading cream over the first cake layer.
“more strawberries,” you mumble.
“you already used half the damn carton.”
“more please.”
he rolls his eyes but slides them toward you anyway.
occasionally you steal pieces and pop them into your mouth.
eventually you place the second layer on top and spread more cream.
fratkuna watches like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world.
when the cake is done you both stare at it proudly.
“looks kinda good,” he admits.
you cut a slice.
both of you eat it straight from the same plate and spoon, as he leans against the counter from where you sat.
strawberry cream smudged slightly on the corner of your lip.
fratkuna notices.
pauses.
then quietly wipes it off with his thumb.
you freeze.
he just acts nonchalant and finishes his bite.
when the frat slowly realise what’s happening they know fratkuna isn't going to give this up.
gojo walks in one night expecting chaos.
instead he sees fratkuna leaning against the counter while you ramble about something random whilst making brownies on the counter per usual.
fratkuna is listening.
actually listening.
gojo immediately texts the seperate group chat.
'SUKUNA HAS A CRUSH ON TOJI’S SISTER 🚨🚨‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️'
the responses are instant.
'welp he’s dead rip king😣'
'toji’s gonna murder him and his dick 🥺.'
fratkuna gets protective
one night you mention a guy flirting with you at a cafe.
fratkuna goes dead silent whilst glaring at the wall.
“what’d he look like?”
“why?”
“just asking.”
toji across the room laying on the couch unbothered spoke.
“you’re not killing anyone.”
“didn’t say I was.”
but when fratkuna realises he’s genuinely falling for you he know's he's in deep shit.
it happens during one of those quiet nights.
you’re sitting beside him half asleep watching a movie.
your head slowly tips against his shoulder.
you fall asleep there.
fratkuna freezes.
normally he’d move.
but instead he stays perfectly still so you don’t wake up.
hours later toji walks in.
sees you asleep against fratkuna.
sees fratkuna sitting there like asleep whilst you all cuddled up with him.
toji sighs then whispers to himself.
“….i hope he dies in his sleep”
and fratkuna slowly becomes part of your life more.
at first fratkuna coming over was occasional.
then it became normal.
toji would deadass walk downstairs and see fratkuna already sitting at the kitchen table while you made an iced strawberry matcha.
“morning,” fratkuna would mutter.
like he lived there.
toji just stared and slowly turned into a glare.
“why are you even here.”
“she said she was making pancakes...”
“I said maybe.” you softly said slurping your drink from the pantry.
“same thing.”
fratkuna lets you play with his hair
fratkuna does not let people touch him.
like ever.
gojo once tried to flick his hair and almost lost a hand.
but one afternoon you’re both sitting on the couch and you casually start braiding the little strands near his undercut while talking.
fratkuna sits there all mushed up and content.
the room is oddly quiet.
everyone expects him to snap at you.
instead he just sighs and leans back every now and then slightly so you can reach easier.
gojo whispers to geto in the kitchen.
“we just witnessed a historical event…”
you’re also the only one who can calm him down
fratkuna gets into fights.
like a lot.
sometimes he storms into the house already irritated.
jaw tight. shoulders tense.
everyone else gives him space.
but you just walk over and gently poke his arm.
“you look grumpy.”
“i’m not.”
“you are.”
he exhales slowly.
then mutters:
“…can you just sit with me for a bit.”
and toji is slowly realising
toji thought it would be some dumb little crush.
everyone thought fratkuna was just messing around.
but months pass.
and fratkuna is still coming over.
still baking with you.
still bringing you random snacks or drinks he saw you liked.
one night toji sees fratkuna quietly covering a blanket over you when you fall asleep on the couch.
toji just stares from the hallway.
then mutters under his breath.
“…well fuck.”
because that doesn’t look like a temporary thing.
fratkuna quietly brings you things
he never makes a big deal about it.
but if you mention liking something once?
he remembers.
your favorite strawberries.
a specific brand of chocolate.
that weird tea you drink.
suddenly it starts appearing in the kitchen.
you’ll hold it up.
“did you buy this?” raising a brow questioning him, even though you know he bought it
fratkuna just shrugs from the couch.
“maybe.”
movie nights with the boys are chaotic.
yelling.
arguing about what to watch.
gojo throwing popcorn at nanami
but the moment you sit beside fratkuna?
he automatically lifts his arm along the back of the couch behind you.
quietly touching your shoulder and rubbing it with the pad of his thumb.
but its clearly protective gesture.
if the movie gets scary and you instinctively lean closer.
fratkuna pretends he doesn’t notice.
but his hand slowly slides down so it’s resting near your arm.
but fratkuna gets jealous but won’t admit it.
one day one of toji’s friends from another frat flirts with you.
harmless.
joking.
but fratkuna sees it.
suddenly he’s standing beside you.
big.
silent.
staring at the guy.
the guy slowly backs away.
later you tease him.
“were you super jelly?”
fratkuna scoffs.
“of that idiot?”
pausing quietly but quickly adds on.
“…don’t talk to him again.”
studying together never worked
you sit at the dining table surrounded by notes and textbooks.
fratkuna absolutely not studying.
he’s just sitting there scrolling his phone.
occasionally he looks over.
“you’ve been staring at that page for ten minutes.”
“i’m thinking.”
“…looks painful.”
you kick his leg under the table.
but when you finally understand something you get excited and start explaining it to him.
fratkuna has no idea what you’re talking about especially about what stuff goes on in the frontal lobe... like what the hell is brocas area..
but he watches you smile and ramble and he nods like he understands one thing.
the frat boys teasing him
but one this is, that they’ll never let him live it down.
gojo walks into the kitchen one day.
sees fratkuna helping you wash strawberries.
“wow.”
fratkuna glares.
a way of him saying 'come any closer or say anything i'll chop yo dick off'
gojo continues though!
“didn’t know how the domestic life suited you.”
“say one more thing and im removing you off the netflix family plan.”
“okay future househusband.”
the first time fratkuna realises he’s protective... I mean we all know he is…
you’re carrying a heavy grocery bag inside.
fratkuna immediately takes it from you.
“you’re gonna hurt your arms.”
“it’s not THAT heavy.”
he lifts it easily with one hand.
“it is for you.”
you pout.
fratkuna sighs.
“…fine. you can carry the toilet paper I guess”
you and fratkuna are in the kitchen again late at night.
baking something stupid at 2am.
music playing quietly from the tv that choso left on by accident.
you’re laughing while trying to pipe cream onto the cake.
fratkuna is standing close behind you helping guide your hand.
the moment is soft.
quiet.
a little too intimate.
then suddenly
toji of course walks in.
both of you freeze.
slowly steps back.
toji looks between you both.
silence.
then he just grabs a protein bar from the pantry.
“…i’m watching you both”
and walks out.
you whisper quietly
“what is he on about we're making cake for yuji?”
fratkuna snorts.
“he thinks we're fucking on the counter probably.”
this is fratkuna favourite thing in the world becomes those quiet kitchen nights.
you sitting on the counter.
legs swinging.
talking about random things.
him cutting fruit or stirring batter.
no frat chaos.
no fighting.
just you and him.
and he realises something that kinda scares him.
he’d choose this over any party.
this is when fratkuna finally realises he can’t keep pretending
but fratkuna tried to ignore it for months.
the way he always ended up next to you.
the way he noticed every small thing about you.
the way his chest felt weirdly tight whenever you laughed with someone else.
he told himself it was just a crush.
except it never faded.
if anything it got worse.
one night the frat was out at a party but you stayed home because you weren’t feeling like going.
fratkuna claimed parties were “boring” suddenly and stayed too.
it was quiet.
you were in the kitchen again, because somehow that always happened.
making brownies this time.
you were sitting on the counter like usual, legs swinging.
fratkuna standing between your legs whilst you were mixing batter.
“you’re gonna spill it,” he mutters.
“i’m not.”
you lean forward to peek into the bowl and accidentally bump your head into his shoulder.
twisting around he held your face.
and suddenly now you’re very close.
neither of you moves.
you're pouting from hitting your head.
yet your voice gets softer.
“kuna…”
he’s staring at you like he’s debating something in his head.
then he sighs like he’s giving up a losing battle then doing the triangle method (iykykykykykykykk).
“you’re gonna get me killed.”
“what?”
but before you can finish he leans in and kisses you.
slow.
careful.
like he’s testing if it’s real.
when he pulls back you’re still staring at him wide eyed.
“…we’re definitely dead if ji finds out.”
fratkuna just smirks.
“worth it.”
after that kiss you two become secretly inseparable.
but because of toji you tried to hide it.
you both mutually agreed and let toji figure himself.
which is hard when fratkuna naturally gravitates toward you.
he sits too close.
his hand lingers on your waist when he passes by.
he automatically grabs things for you.
you two share food constantly.
the frat boys notice immediately.
the frat figures it out
and ofc gojo is the first.
one night he walks into the living room.
sees you asleep with your head on fratkuna chest.
fratkuna is gently playing with your hair then kissing your forehead whilst watching TV.
gojo slowly backs out of the room.
then runs quietly upstairs to geto's room where choso and him smoke a blunt.
whisper yelling at the both of them
“THEY’RE DATING.”
within ten minutes the entire frat knows except toji of course.
they all make a silent agreement.
do not tell toji.
because fratkuna may survive a fight with him.
the rest of them definitely wouldn’t.
and now fratkuna becomes openly protective.. i mean he was originally protective in private to himself.. but uh he was very open about it no matter what
once you two start dating he gets worse about it.
always keeping an eye on you at parties.
guiding you through crowds with a hand on your back.
if someone gets too close?
fratkuna appears out of nowhere.
arm casually wrapping around your shoulders.
the message is very clear.
but the first time you sleep over in his room.
technically you’ve fallen asleep on the couch together before.
but this is different.
you’re in his room.
laying on his bed.
he’s much bigger than you so when he pulls you into his chest you almost disappear against him and the bedding itself.
fratkuna pretends he’s not soft.
but the way his arm stays wrapped around you the whole night says otherwise.
if you shift even slightly he instinctively pulls you closer.
but.... it was closer by the second that toji was going to find out.
one morning you walk downstairs half asleep wearing one of fratkuna hoodies.
the boys at the table all freeze.
gojo slowly looks up and whispers
“are u joking its 9am on a sunday”
fratkuna walks in behind you.
sees the room staring.
then glares.
everyone instantly looks down at their phones like nothing happened.
but when toji finally finds out
it happens in the dumbest way possible.
fratkuna and you sitting on the couch beside watching something.
absentmindedly holding his hand.
toji walks in.
pauses.
looks down.
looks back up.
silence.
“why are you holding his hand he's got cooties.”
both of you freeze.
fratkuna doesn’t let go but rather squeezes it.
toji slowly turns toward him.
“…sukuna.”
the room gets very tense.
“we’re about to witness a murder.”
someone whispers
yet toji drags fratkuna outside.
out of all frat guys, gojo goes to the windows to watch whilst the others were outside or not bothered.
you watched nervously.
outside toji grabs fratkuna by the collar.
“out of everyone you could’ve chosen—”
fratkuna interrupts calmly staying chill.
“relax.”
“relax?”
“i’m not messing around with her.”
toji studies him raising a brow for a long moment.
fratkuna doesn’t look joking.
doesn’t look cocky either.
just serious.
finally toji exhales shoving him away.
“…if she cries because of you just know you're dying in the backyard .”
fratkuna smirks.
“she won’t i mean not in a bad way....”
except he whispered that last bit
toji reluctantly accepts it
he still glares at fratkuna constantly.
but he lets it happen.
mostly because he sees how happy you are.
and how fratkuna actually treats you gently.
one day toji walks into the kitchen and sees sukuna helping you bake again.
he sighs.
“…this is the weirdest thing ever.”
sukuna’s favourite thing used to be drinking, smoking, gym, ladies off his arm
Hii, I love your fics. They make me blush and giggle. Do you think you could do fratsukuna x yapper gf? Have a good day/night 💕💕
fratkuna and his over energetic girlfriend
pairing : sukuna x fem reader
summary: sukuna loves his quiet and peace and HATES when people invade him except you even it means u need to talk 24/7!!
genre : fluff fluffy floof
a/n : im SO SORRY i saw this request but ive highkey been on a break with writing but now im stuck in a stupid moon boot so ill be updating like for ages (i say that then i go MIA lol) hope u enjoy bb
fratkuna is the kind of guy who quite literally values silence like theres no silence tomorrow.. i mean he DOES live in a frat. the house is loud, the boys are loud, parties are loud. so whenever he finally gets a moment alone he guards it like an angry dog.
which is why everyone was confused the first time they saw you curled up beside him on the couch in the frat living room… talking nonstop.
and sukuna?
just sitting there.
letting it happen.
you ramble about EVERYTHING.
your day, the weird dream you had, some random tiktok you saw, a conspiracy about birds being government drones.
your brain moves faster than your mouth and your mouth is already going a mile a minute.
fratkuna swears he hates every moment of it.
except he doesn’t.
the boys will literally watch him glare at anyone else who makes noise while you're mid story.
he'll be like
“shut the hell up.”
“she’s talking.”
like excuse me??? since when does THE fratkuna care about someone finishing their story.
but he does.
he’ll be sitting back on the couch, arm slung around your waist while you sit half in his lap, nodding occasionally while you talk.
sometimes he’ll grunt responses like
“mhm.”
“yeah?”
“that so?”
whilst rubbing the pad of his thumb on the bare spot of skin on your back.
which his responses only encourages you more.
you’ll suddenly grab his face randomly then proceed
“AND THEN... wait babe are you even listening to me”
and fratkuna just stares at you and blinks and nods slowly.
but there’s always tiny smirk at the corner of his mouth.
the frat boys slowly realize something important.
fratkuna hates noise.
but he loves YOUR noise. even if the noise is somewhat not appropriate to hear.
you literally have zero fear of him.
none.
everyone else in the frat treats him like some terrifying demonic monster.
meanwhile you're climbing over him like he's a couch.
you’ll plop down next to him and immediately start talking about something random like
“okay wait do you think sharks know they’re sharks or do they just think they’re like… dogs of the ocean?”
“…what the hell are you talking about.”
“ANSWER THE QUESTION.”
he’ll sigh dramatically like you’re the most exhausting human alive but he always answers you anyway.
even if the questions question his sanity.
sometimes when you get really excited you talk so fast you trip over your own words.
fratkuna will literally grab your cheeks and squishing them to slow you down.
“breathe sweetheart.”
you pause for half a second.
then continue the story.
he regrets even trying.
the first time you fell asleep mid ramble was the moment the boys realised he was gone for you.
you were talking about something random.. probably a movie or some dumb drama with your friends, while lying against his chest.
your voice slowly got quieter.
slower.
then silence.
fratkuna looked down and realised you had fallen asleep mid sentence.
everyone expected him to shove you off.
instead he just adjusted you so you were more comfortable and muttered
“damn the motor finally ran outta gas.”
but his hand kept absently stroking your hair.
you’re also the ONLY person allowed to interrupt his peace and quiet times.
if someone else tries talking to him when he’s in one of his quiet moods?
death glare.
but you’ll burst into the room like
“BABE I HAVE NEWS.”
fratkuna immediately looks up.
“what."
you drag him into the most random conversations imaginable.
one time you made him debate whether cats or raccoons would win in a fight.
another time you made him rank types of bread.
he pretends to hate it but he gets weirdly invested.
“soft fluffy bread’s obviously number one.”
“THANK YOU.”
fratkuna also secretly likes listening to you because you make everything sound interesting compared to the losers he lives with.
your voice fills the silence in a way that’s not irritating.
it’s warm.
like home.
like the room feels empty when you're not there.
he’d never admit that out loud though.
sometimes when you're rambling you’ll suddenly ask
“wait… are you even listening?”
fratkuna will repeat the last five things you said word for word.
just to prove he was.
you stare at him like he hung stars.
he shrugs.
“keep talking.”
the frat boys swear the house feels different when you visit.
louder.
brighter.
happier.
and fratkuna?
the guy who supposedly hates noise…
always looks the most relaxed when you're talking his ear off.
sometimes you apologise too.
“sorry i talk so much.”
fratkuna immediately grabs your face and makes you look at him.
“don’t.”
small pause.
“house gets too damn quiet without you.”
fratkuna already knows you’re an absolute yapper.
that’s literally how he fell for you.
you talk about everything.
stories, random thoughts, things you saw online, some strange theory you came up with at 2am.
and usually?
lets you ramble while you sit in his lap or lean against his shoulder.
but the first time he hears you laughing and talking like that with another guy?
oh lord.
it happens at a frat party.
music loud, people everywhere, the house packed.
fratkuna had stepped away for maybe ten minutes to kick some people out.
when he comes back he sees you in the kitchen talking to some guy from another frat house.
and you’re doing that thing you do when you're excited.
hands moving everywhere, talking fast and laughing mid sentence
the guy is leaning against the counter looking way too entertained.
fratkuna stands in the doorway for a second just watching.
jaw tight.
because wait.
that’s HIS entertainment.
why the hell are you giving it to someone else.
the boys notice it immediately.
one of them mutters under their breath.
“uh oh.”
because sukuna looks like he’s about to start a fight over a conversation.
he walks over slowly.
you don’t even notice at first because you're mid story
“AND THEN the dog literally stole the sandwich right out of—”
suddenly a large hand lands on your waist.
firm.
pulling you back against a solid chest.
fratkuna voice right next to your ear
“you’re talkin’ a lot tonight.”
you immediately light up.
“babe! wait listen”
the other guy suddenly realizes who he's talking to.
and why the entire kitchen went quiet.
fratkuna doesn’t even look at the guy properly.
just gives him a quick glance that basically says leave or ill beat the absolute chungus life outta you.
and the guy absolutely does.
you blink, confused.
“wait where’d he go?”
fratkuna shrugs.
“probably got bored.”
you squint at him.
“did you scare him away?”
fratkuna smirks.
“maybe.”
you laugh like it’s the funniest thing ever.
which immediately melts his irritation from 100 to 0.
but now he’s clingy.
like extra clingy.
arm wrapped around your waist the rest of the night.
pulling you into his lap whenever you sit down.
tugging you closer anytime someone talks to you too long.
you notice eventually.
“kuna are you jealous?”
he scoffs instantly.
“of what.”
you grin.
“because i was talking to someone else?”
fratkuna grabs your face so you’re forced to look at him.
eyes sharp but amused.
“you can talk to whoever you want.”
pause.
“just remember who you come home with.”
you roll your eyes but kiss him anyway.
and then immediately start another random story like
“wait babe i forgot to tell you something—”
fratkuna sighs dramatically. but pulls you closer.
narcolepsy = a condition characterised by an extreme tendency to fall asleep whenever in relaxing surroundings
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a/n : hii guys!! weekly updates are starting, unfortunately next week may be a little delayed as i have a concert, my friends bday, my bday and a lot of other things!! please be patient
frat parties are basically just expensive naps in cute outfits for you
everyone else shows up to parties to drink, dance, or cause problems on purpose.
you?
you show up in your cutest miniskirt, glitter on your eyelids, hair perfect.... and then promptly fall asleep on frat boy sukuna shoulder the moment the bass drops.
frat boy sukuna is this terrifying, tatted, broad-shouldered frat demon leaning against the wall with a cup in hand…
and you’re just curled into him like he’s your personal pillow.
frat boy gojo, already was drunk.. “bro she came dressed like she was gonna party but shes literally unconscious on you??”
frat boy sukuna, petting your hair aggressively whilst side eyeing him “she IS partying thank you. now shut the hell up.”
the frat literally dont know you properly
like. at all.
they’ve “seen” you.
they’ve “met” you.
but speaking to you?
a conversation??
impossible.
frat boy toji once tried to introduce himself while you were sitting on the couch. you nodded politely… then immediately slumped sideways into the cushions and passed out.
he stared for a solid ten seconds before muttering, “is she alive or does this place need an exorcism again.”
frat boy nanami doesn’t even attempt anymore. he just nods at your sleeping body like “good afternoon.”
frat boy geto covers you with a blanket every time he walks by.
frat boy gojo has a photo album titled 'y/n doing absolutely nothing.'
you’ve been to this frat house hundreds of times. they know your sleep schedule better than your major.
accidental date naps..
frat boy sukuna plans dates.
and genuinely tries.
drives you out to a cute pier at sunset? you fall asleep five minutes into the ride.
movie night? you’re asleep before the opening credits.
picnic on the lawn? you fell asleep on the sandwich he made you.
frat boy sukuna used to get annoyed like, “c’mon woman,”
but now frat boy sukuna just tucks you under his hoodie, kisses your forehead, and finishes both meals because “waste of money my ass.”
sometimes you wake up halfway through a date and go,
“wasn’t I supposed to be doing something?”
and he just deadpans
“yeah. kissing me.”
trying to keep you awake is the funniest, saddest thing on earth
if you haven’t had a nap, you turn into a sleepy, blinking, barely coherent little creature.
frat boy sukuna can spot it instantly across campus...
the slow steps, the long blinks, the soft sway in place.
frat boy sukuna whispers, “oh hell nah,” under his breath and starts jogging to you.
you see frat boy sukuna, smile tiredly, open your arms…
and then plop.
you fall forward into his chest and knock out standing up..
he just catches you like muscle memory.
"bruh i need to get to the other side of the campus now"
waking you up = his personal boss battle
frat boy sukuna has tried EVERYTHING.
shaking you? doesn’t work.
calling your name? no reaction.
kissing your cheek? nothing but a little snore.
one time frat boy sukuna got desperate and said, “i’m breaking up with you.” and immediately regretted saying that except..
you didn’t even flinch.
he felt INSULTED.
frat boy gojo, chaotic angel, once set his military-level alarm next to your ear.. and well...
that thing could resurrect the dead.
you didn’t even twitch.
frat boy sukuna almost passed out from laughter and despair at the same time.
how you met.. and possibly being the most adorable crisis of his life
high school frat boy sukuna working part-time at a small café near his house was not on your bingo card..
but there he was, grumpy apron, hands always busy, pretending not to stare at you every time you walked in after school for your daily tiramisu.
frat boy sukuna thought you were cute in that soft, dreamy, out-of-his-league way.
but he was WORKING.
he tried to focus.
until closing time, when he noticed you still at your table… head down… completely still.
he froze.
oh my god.
was the cute girl DEAD?!
he poked your shoulder like it might explode.
nothing.
panic. full panic
frat boy sukuna was so getting fired and not having public holiday extra pay.
the manager came out, laughed, and whispered,
“she has narcolepsy..she explained it to me when she fell asleep like this"
sukuna stood there like .... narco what a what
googled it that night.
learned everything.
pretended it didn't concern him.
it concerned him a LOT.
the frat drags you both to some neon 80’s themed diner.
it’s loud, bright, full of music..
and you are fighting for your LIFE to stay awake.
you’re sitting in the red booth next to frat boy sukuna, eyes slowly drooping, head dipping forward.
everyone watches in real time as you lose the battle with sleep.
“bro she’s lagging slowly.” – frat boy gojo
“she’s at 1%.” – frat boy geto
“plug her in.” – frat boy toji
whilst frat boy nanami rolls his eyes
“all of you shut up.” – frat boy sukuna
you finally slump over into frat boy sukuna shoulder and he immediately throws his arm around you like it’s completely normal.
he feeds you fries while you’re basically unconscious.
frat boy sukuna is stupidly in love for sure
frat boy sukuna pretends he’s grumpy, but yet carries emergency blankets, snacks, and even a tiny travel pillow in his backpack now.
frat boy sukuna slows down his walking pace because you’re always sleep-stumbling.
frat boy sukuna checks your meds, your schedule, your comfort.
he even gives you his hoodies because “it’s softer. you sleep better in it.”
and every time someone asks how you two even work, frat boy sukuna just shrugs
“she sleeps. i watch. that’s basically love.”
pretends he’s annoyed, but actually melts every time you fall asleep on him.
frat boy sukuna always carries an emergency hoodie for you to nap in.
frat boy sukuna knows all your triggers, all your sleep tells, all the ways to wake you gently when necessary.
frat boy sukuna claims he doesn’t care, but the frat caught him reading a medical article about narcolepsy on his phone at 2am.
frat boy sukuna calls you “sleepy baby” when he’s teasing and “baby” when he’s genuinely worried.
jealous frat boy sukuna, except you slept through the ENTIRE misunderstanding
it starts because some guy in your lecture... let's call him harmless biology boy
he tries to wake you up after you fell asleep mid-class by gently tapping your shoulder.
you blink awake, mumble, “mm… thanks,” and promptly fall back asleep on his arm.
biology boy freezes like he just got chosen by a forest spirit.
someone sends frat boy sukuna a picture with "yo aint this ur girl?"
frat boy sukuna sees the snap of you sleeping on another man's limb like it's a premium memory foam pillow.
frat boy sukuna storms into the building looking like he’s about to commit third-degree educational homicide...
only to find you… STILL asleep on this poor dude, who is clearly rethinking every decision he’s ever made.
frat boy sukuna just stands over him like a shadow.
biology boy lifts his hands.
“sir… i didn’t… she just...."
“yeah. she does that,” frat boy sukuna sighs, scooping you up like a giant grumpy crane.
you wake up later, curled on his chest in his dorm, and go, “huh? weren’t we in class?”
frat boy sukuna just grunts and kisses your forehead because he cannot stay mad at the human embodiment of a warm blanket.
frat reacting the first time you stay awake for more than 2 hours
it’s a historic day in the house.
you come in for movie night.
you’re awake.
you sit on the couch.
you’re still awake.
30 minutes pass.
you’re STILL awake.
frat boy gojo is the first to notice...
“SUKUNA. WE’RE WITNESSING A MIRACLE.”
frat boy geto brings out his phone like a nature documentary narrator.
frat boy nanami knows that this moment wont last long with your energy levels.
frat boy toji deadass checks your pulse and forehead because his brain refuses to accept it.
even frat boy sukuna is staring at you suspiciously, like,
“…what’s wrong with you?”
you shrug, “i slept earlier,”
and the whole frat SCATTERS like pigeons.
the longer you stay awake, the more unstable they get.
90 minutes in and frat boy gojo is pacing.
“she’s still conscious. bro do we call someone??”
eventually, you lean on frat boy sukuna arm, still awake, and he looks so proud it’s embarrassing.
“good girl, keep them insane for me” he mutters.
you fall asleep 10 seconds later.
frat balance restored.
you tend to sleep talk but you rather have sleep-talking confessions about him
frat boy sukuna pretends he doesn’t care when you sleep-talk.
he cares A LOT.
one time you fell asleep on his bed while he was playing a game.
halfway through, you mumbled,
“mm… ‘kuna… love…”
frat boy sukuna froze, controller slipping from his hands.
looked back at you like you’d just recited poetry.
“what’d you say?”
you snored in response.
another time, curled in his hoodie, you whispered,
“love you… even when you’re scary…”
frat boy sukuna actually had to sit down on the floor for a second because it hit him so hard.
the next day he was extra gentle, opening doors, carrying you everywhere, glaring at anyone who breathed too close.
you asked raising a brow, “why are you being so… soft?”
he grumbled “shut up” and tucked you into a blanket more aggressively.
the first time you sleep on him by not accident.....
you ALWAYS fall asleep accidentally ... on his chest, on his arm, on the table, on the ground, on a textbook, everywhere.
so the day you walk into his room, sit next to frat boy sukuna, and intentionally curl up against him…
he short-circuits.
like full glitch.
frat boy sukuna stiffens for a second because he’s not used to you choosing sleep position deluxe edition on him without warning.
“what’s this about?” he mutters.
and you quietly say, “i wanted to nap with you this time.”
and then knock out immediately.
frat boy sukuna does not move for TWO HOURS because “if she chose me on purpose, i’m not friggin shifting an inch.”
frat boy gojo bursts in during that two hours and frat boy sukuna throws a shoe at him with sniper accuracy.
later, frat boy sukuna admits (in his own grumpy way),
“…it was nice.”
translation: he wants it to happen again and he's already hearing the wedding beels
one time you accidentally fall asleep to frat boy sukuna mid-confession
one day frat boy sukuna is holding your face gently, looking at you like he wants to say something big.
you’re blinking slow.
very slow.
a little to slow for liking...
dangerously slow.
“hey,” he whispers, thumb brushing your cheek,
“i… i think i—”
you fall asleep on frat boy sukuna palm.
frat boy sukuna has never known defeat so intimately.
frat boy sukuna just sighs, rests his forehead against yours, and murmurs,
“yeah. yeah. i love you too. whatever.”
more chaos, more softness, more frat stupidity, more you sleeping everywhere
“meet the parents” is easy they say except you fall asleep infrat boy sukuna mother’s arms
frat boy sukuna swears he’s not nervous.
he lies.
he’s pacing, fixing his shirt, muttering threats to inanimate objects like,
“she better not fall asleep during introductions or I’ll— actually no she will. damn it.”
you walk in to meet his mother and immediately she LOVES you.
and frat boy sukuna mom instantly swoops in like a reflex.
she catches you in her arms before you can even slump forward and holds you like you’re her own child.
you fall asleep on her instantly.
frat boy sukuna stands there, horrified.
“MA. what the hell.”
she smiles at him, rocking you gently.
“she’s precious. don’t raise your voice.”
“…what is happening right now?”
frat boy sukuna dad comes in, sees you asleep on his wife, nods respectfully and goes,
“she fits right in.”
sukuna’s heart does an embarrassing little flip.
fratboy sleepover chaos.. but the rule is “DON’T WAKE Y/N”
the frat decides to have a sleepover in the living room (for reasons no one remembers — probably frat boy gojo).
you’re there on frat boy sukuna lap, already 100% unconscious.
the boys agree on one universal rule:
if anyone wakes up y/n, they’re dead.
the house becomes a sacred silent zone.
frat boy toji drops a beer can? death stare from everyone.
frat boy gojo tries to tell a story too loudly and gets tackled mid-sentence by frat boy geto.
frat boy nanami is making sure nothing hits the floor
frat boy sukuna sits with you curled in HIS hoodie on HIS lap, arms around you like a territorial bear.
frat boy gojo whispers, “bro you’re holding her like she’s a ticking bomb.”
frat boy sukuna whispers back, “she IS. she explodes into tears when she wakes up abruptly so back off.”
“oh. fair.”
at one point someone sneezes and the whole house goes silent — all eyes on you.
you shift a little…
everyone holds their breath…
then you settle back into sleep.
the group collectively exhales like a SWAT team after defusing a bomb.
when you’re sleepier, you fall asleep in even dumber places.
frat boy sukuna finds you.. in weird areas not like you dont already do that already..
you're slumped over your laptop
you're asleep on your open notebook
you're asleep in the library stacks
you're asleep sitting straight up like an unplugged robot
once, asleep in a hallway corner like a sim that glitched
frat boy sukuna picks you up every single time, muttering,
“you’re gonna get bad back problems sleeping like this and blame it on me.”
frat boy sukuna starts making schedules FOR you!
nap times, study breaks, snack breaks, hydration reminders.. stuff he pretends is “for efficiency” but is actually because he’s worried sick.
frat boy sukuna quizzes you gently while you’re half-asleep against him.
frat boy sukuna carries you to his bed and forces you to nap when you’re too stubborn.
frat boy sukuna even gets frat boy nanami to help organise your study materials because he “trusts no one else except boring-ass frat boy nanami with her grades.”
the day you finally finish exams, you fall asleep in his arms before even celebrating.
he wraps you in his hoodie and whispers,
“good job, my sleepy baby.”
jealous YOU!
everyone always focuses on jealous frat boy sukuna…
but jealous YOU?
it’s adorable.
you don’t get angry.
you just… quietly malfunction.
if a girl tries to flirt with frat boy sukuna at a party, you don’t fight —
you simply fall asleep ON HIM like a little koala claiming her tree.
“omg sukuna, your tattoos are sooo—"
whist you climbs onto his lap like a koala and immediately sleeps
“…did she just—”
frat boy sukuna, would be proud for sure...
or if a girl touches frat boy sukuna?
you take his hand, hold it to your chest like a teddy bear, and doze off.
instant dominance.
passive but powerful.
one time a girl asked for frat boy sukuna number and before he could tell her off, you gently leaned your head against his shoulder and fell asleep holding onto his shirt.
he kissed the top of your head and said,
“yeah, no. I’m good.”
summary: toji would risk everything for you even if it meant for things he loved!!!
genre : fluff? guys idek
a/n : 900 followers omg guys ily all!! this is dedicated to the song risk it all by bruno mars!! frick those edits make me sweat!! i must have thw ao3 curse bc ive lowk been in the trenches rn so its a little short and messy but ily all im currently laying in bed with my moon boot on (help)
the love you had with toji fushiguro had once felt like destiny.
you met him before life ever became complicated, before the distance, the mistakes, and the quiet heartbreak that would one day stretch years between you both.
back then, he was just a marine with broad shoulders, muscle has hard as rock and tired eyes, the kind of man who made people glance twice when he walked into a room. his presence was heavy, commanding without trying. but when he first spoke to you, there had been something unexpectedly soft beneath that rough demanour.
you met somewhere ordinary.
a place that should’ve meant nothing in the grand scheme of things.. a grocery store aisle, where all you wanted was ice cream...
yet the moment his eyes landed on you, it felt as though fate had hit the both of you.
yoji wasn’t known for being gentle.
but with you,
he was different.
he tried.
he would sit beside you on the couch, his arm heavy and warm across your shoulders softly rubbing it with the pad of his thumb, saying nothing but radiating a quiet comments.
he’d cook terrible breakfasts on sunday mornings and pretend he was gordan ramasy while you laughed at the burnt toast. sometimes you’d catch him staring at you when he thought you weren’t looking, his expression unreadable but strangely soft, as if he still couldn’t believe you were real standing there.
when you told him you were pregnant with megumi, he didn’t panic.
you remembered standing in the small kitchen, nervously holding the test in your hand.
toji fushiguro stared at it for a long moment before looking up at you again.
then he muttered simply,
“guess I gotta get my shit together, huh.”
you both laughed through the nerves.
not long after that, you got married.
it wasn’t glamorous.. no grand ceremony or expensive venue. just a courthouse wedding with a few witnesses and a small ring that barely fit his finger. when the official pronounced you husband and wife, toji fushiguro kissed you like there was no tomorrow.
i mean you didn’t mind...
because the way he looked at you made it feel like the world had finally fallen into place.
life after that moved quickly.
being a marine meant long deployments.
months where toji fushiguro was gone and you were left alone with a baby.
you experienced megumi’s first words without him.
his first steps.
his first birthday.
there were countless nights when you sat alone in the quiet apartment, rocking megumi to sleep and staring at the door, wishing toji fushiguro would walk through it.
but you endured it quietly.
because you loved him.
because when he came home, he’d scoop megumi up into his arms like the happiest man alive. he’d kiss the top of your head, pull you into his chest, and hold you both as if he never wanted to leave again.
the problem wasn’t the distance.
it was what came after that.
the gambling started small.
a few bets here and there.
then the drinking.
you never had a problem with it.. until it bled into his clothes and tasted like it 24/7.
then the late nights that stretched into early mornings.
money would vanish without explanation. some nights he’d stumble through the door smelling like alcohol and smoke, exhaustion etched deep into his face.
yet even then, he still loved you.
he’d kiss megumi’s forehead as he slept.
he’d wrap an arm around you at night like he was afraid of losing you.
but slowly and painfully, you watched the man you loved begin destroying himself.
and with every passing month, you felt yourself drowning beside him.
the night you finally left was quieter than you expected.
megumi was only five years old.
the apartment was silent except for the ticking clock on the wall. you sat on the couch with your son asleep against your chest, his small fingers curled into your shirt.
toji still hadn’t come home after promising he wouldn't be out for long.
again.
you stared at the door for hours before it finally creaked open sometime past midnight.
he walked in tired, drunk, shoulders slumped.
and in that moment, something inside you broke.
not in anger.
not even in sadness.
but in the quiet realisation that you couldn’t keep waiting for him to change.
so the next morning, you packed.
a suitcase for yourself.
megumi’s clothes and toys.
a few photos from the walls.
when Toji woke up, the apartment was empty.
the only thing left behind was a note on the kitchen table.
I can’t watch you destroy yourself anymore. im sorry
at first, toji fushiguro told himself he didn’t care.
that you’d come back.
women always did.
but the apartment was too quiet.
megumi’s tiny shoes were gone from the doorway.
your shampoo bottle was missing from the shower.
the side of the bed where you used to sleep was cold.
the silence started to eat at him.
he tried gambling it away.
drinking it away.
fighting it away.
but nothing filled the space you left behind.
sometimes he’d stare at the photo of the three of you.
megumi on his shoulders, your arms wrapped around both of them, and feel like someone was crushing his ribs.
because deep down he knew the truth.
he had ruined the only good thing he ever had.
you raised megumi mostly on your own after that.
but you never kept him away from his father.
despite everything, megumi still loved toji fushiguro.
and toji fushiguro still showed up sometimes.
awkward visits.
short conversations.
moments where he stood there stiffly, as though he no longer knew how to be a father.
but slowly, quietly, he tried.
over the years, something began to change in him.
the gambling stopped first.
not instantly, but gradually.
then the drinking.
he stopped spending time with the same reckless crowd.
the bars stopped seeing him.
instead, he poured all of his focus back into the marines.
the discipline he once had returned.
promotions followed.
his reputation improved.
the reckless man you once knew slowly became someone steadier.
but he never approached you.
because in his mind, he no longer deserved you.
yet years passed.
megumi grew taller, quieter, more serious.
then came his sixteenth birthday.
your house was full of loud teenagers.
yuji was laughing loudly from the living room while nobara argued with him about the cake decorations.
in the kitchen, satoru was causing absolute chaos while suguru attempted and unsuccessfully to keep things organised.
maki, toge, and panda were hanging around nearby.
megumi looked thoroughly embarrassed by all of them.
then the front door opened.
toji fushiguro stepped inside.
older.
taller than nearly everyone there.
calmer than he had been in years.
for a brief moment the room went quiet.
but toji fushiguro didn’t notice anyone.
because across the room, he saw you.
you were standing by the table talking to someone, wearing a soft dress that caught the light just right. your hair was done, your smile warm.
and suddenly every regret he’d buried for the past decade came back crashing down on him all at once.
his chest tightened.
that’s my wife, he thought automatically.
except you were no longer that title.
not anymore.
later that night, after the party quieted and the teenagers drifted outside, the house grew calm.
you found yourself in the kitchen alone cleaning up dishes.
until toji fushiguro walked in.
for a moment neither of you spoke.
he rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit you remembered from years ago.
then you noticed something strange.
he smelled like his cologne and a harsh scent of coffee.
not alcohol.
not smoke.
just his original scent.
he cleared his throat.
“heard you’ve been doing good.”
nodding slightly.
he looked down at the floor before continuing.
“i quit drinking.”
a pause drowned into the room.
“stopped gambling too.”
another silence passed.
“got promoted last year.. so i'm never away for long.”
he still didn’t look at you when he said it. but rather watching the dogs have zoomies around yuji and the others.
not like he was trying to impress you.
just telling the truth.
or maybe wanting something more...
finally, you asked the question that had lingered like an elephant in a room.
“why did you change?”
toji fushiguro let out a small, tired laugh.
then he finally looked at you. like for real.. the first time he's looked at you properly, like when megumi was younger.
“because losing you was the dumbest thing I ever did.”
for the first time in years, you saw the man you had married again. and he was standing there in front of you admitting.
he didn’t win you back with grand speeches.
he didn’t beg on his knees.
instead, it happened slowly.
rebuilding piece by piece.
longer conversations.
occasional dinners that were just to talk about megumi's college places, which would just end up with you both talking about the opposite things.
moments where you both laughed the way you used to.
megumi pretended not to notice.
but secretly, he felt relief.
because for the first time since he was a child, his parents could stand in the same room and smile at each other again and could love each other properly.
and when toji fushiguro eventually held your hand again years later, he squeezed it the same way he had the day you got married.
like he understood exactly how close he had come to losing you forever.
and this time
he would risk everything to never let that happen again.
Hiiii!!!! I freaking adore your writing, your work is so cute and fluffy and it lifts my mood a bit, like I would catch myself smiling at your writing and then tell myself to stop it. I love your Sukuna fics, he’s so soft ughhh I love your writing so much!
If you don’t mind, could I request Sukuna and his girlfriend w depression? Nothing too heavy, but his girl constantly beats herself up, is unmotivated and feels heavy physically and emotionally. So Sukuna goes out of his way to lift all that weight off her and make her feel loved since she doubts it so much. All the guys at the frat will refrain from making insensitive comments and will tone down the energy to make her feel safe and whatnot.
Neways u don’t have to do my request I know u got a lot of other works. Again, I admire your work so much!!!!
fratboy sukuna and his depressed girlfriend
depression = a common mental health condition causing persistent sadness, loss of interest, and impacts how you feel, think, and behave, leading to daily life difficulties, energy loss, sleep/appetite changes, and concentration issues
genre : fluff
likes, reblogs, asks, comments are encouraged!
a/n : omg my first ask yay! thank u sm for rq this! i had fun writing this and kuna is just a big softie as usual c: for my depressed bbs i hope you're okay and that everything will be okay.
im also trying to fix my writing style atm so if theres any mistakes, please tell me
dating fratboy sukuna with depression is strange.
he’s loud, sharp-tongued, terrifying to literally everyone else on this planet.
but with you?
he’s quiet. observant. careful in a way no one expects.
depression isn’t dramatic with you like a play.
it’s heavy.
persistent.
drowning.
and a constant fog that makes you feel suffocated. whilst your limbs ache for help.
fratboy sukuna learned that quickly and fast. he notices how it steals your motivation, your appetite, your spark, even your ability to believe that he loves you unconditionally.
you constantly beat yourself up constantly.
over nothing.
over everything.
fratboy sukuna notices the way your face tightens when you mess something up, how you apologise too much, how you look at yourself through the mirror in disgust.
fratboy sukuna hates that voice in your head more than he’s ever hated anyone.
sometimes he finds you in bed in the middle of the day. curtains shut, room dark, phone untouched. just laying there staring at either the ceiling or wall.
he doesn’t barge in.
doesn’t joke.
fratboy sukuna will lean against the doorframe and watches you sigh silently, whilst he's thinking about how to make today easier for you.
on days you can’t shower, he doesn’t say “you stink you need a shower.”
fratboy sukuna says, “come on, baby. i got you.”
if you can’t walk, fratboy sukuna picks you up like it’s nothing. one arm under your knees, the other around your back.
he washes your hair for you, slow and gentle, using his expensive shampoo that he literally threatens the guys over.
'touch it and i’ll kill you' is not a joke.
except with you? you're allowed to use everything he owns.
he'll dress you in his clothes after. his oversized shirt and sweatpants whilst his scent was everywhere. a smell of comfort. because you feel safest like that.
comfort always comes first.
not the party.
not the frat.
you.
everyone in the frat thought you were just quiet.
shy.
that was until one day fratboy sukuna carried you downstairs wrapped in a blanket burrito, set you carefully on a chair, and immediately started digging through a bucket of meds because he couldn’t find yours in the bathroom.
the house changed after they found out what you struggled with.
no insensitive jokes.
no yelling near your room.
music gets turned down if it gets too loud during ungodly hours.
lights get dimmed later at night.
they all start leaving snacks “by accident, reminding you people to eat, checks your water bottle to see if you're hydrated.
you’re protected by a heap of manchilds.
they make sure you’re eating and drinking without pressure.. just quiet little reminders. no comments about “finishing your plate.”
sometimes you can’t eat at all.
food feels wrong in your mouth.
your stomach twists.
fratboy sukuna doesn’t push.
he'll just pull you into his chest, rub your hair, kiss the top of your head and murmur quietly. “it’s okay. you don’t have to today.”
one night it all spills out.
you’re sobbing, hiccupping, telling him he deserves better. that you’re broken. that you’re too much and not enough at the same time.
fratboy sukuna doesn’t argue logically. he doesn’t get mad.
he cups your face and kisses every insecurity you could name.
your cheeks, your hands, your stomach, your scars. then he'll wrap you up and rock you back and forth like you’re glass or porcelain.
“i love you you know?” he tells you. "now, don't worry i'm here"
fratboy sukuna is a menace.
almost like an annoying fly.
the biggest jerk on campus.
but when it comes to you?
he would rearrange his entire world just to see you smile.
even if it’s small, even if it’s just for a second.
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