เญจเง .แ.แ - unnecessary feedback
summary : sukuna might be an asshole but at least he's nice (sometimes) โ cw : modern au, some playfully mean comments, cursing, 1 (one) suggestive comment (it's sukuna c'mon), abuse of commas, word rot no.3 โ wc : 0.5k+
โThe fuck are you doing?โ Your boyfriendโs sweet and kind and caring tone reached your ears as you squared your shoulders up and tilted back the notebook to block out a view he could still see at his height.ย
โNothinโ.โ Sliding from his gaze, you rubbed your fingertips across the abnormally unmessy sketch across the page, โYou wouldnโt even be interested in this anyways.โ Okay, you deserved that eyebrow raise but it wasnโt completely false. Sukuna hardly looked at your art whenever you were working, maybe itโs because he figured you didnโt like to be perceived while working.ย
โIf you sat there for ten fucking minutes staring at me like I grew four arms or something, then itโs not nothinโโ, pitching his voice to mock your tone, Sukuna tried swiping at your notebook, โLet me see.โ
โNo, you freak.โ Raising your notebook up in the air was a pointless move. Overestimating your physical prowess against Sukuna all of people, you let go once his hand grasped the notebook. Youโd rather have him see than tear the entire thing in half trying to squabble with him.ย
โSukuna, please, they look horrible and I didnโt even draw your nose right and itโs bad-โ
He was going to kill you (ignore you for about ten minutes until he wanted attention), then hide your body in the basement (you donโt even have a basement), and tell the police that it was your weird neighbour Satoru (he looks like a guy that would hide bodies, to be honest).ย
โTheyโre not bad.โ Oh my god you were living with a dรถppelganger.ย
You winced at the uneasy tapping of the notebook upon the top of your head, โI mean it, dumbass. They look fine. Youโd know if I was lying, anyways.โ You would. Sukuna sugarcoating anything was as possible as diamond rain on Earth.ย
Sukuna let you grab your notebook again, making a face when your lead-smudged fingers left an ant sized stian on his hand. You muttered a half-hearted thanks for the returnal of your lifeline, watching him rub his hands against his charcoal black hoodie. Did he even know that he was just smearing the lead against his hand further? He probably didnโt care.
โYou were right about my nose, though.โ Here we go.
โItโs the angleโ, poor defense but not a lie. It was not that easy to capture the full structure of his nose at a sideways downwards tilted type of angle.ย
Sukuna snorted, the displeasing noise earning a scrunched up nose from yourself, โYouโve seen my nose from plenty of angles. Especially at a downwards view.โ
โThatโs why itโs a sketch!โ Practically screeching out the words fastly you hoped to save yourself some face, โGet out of my room you hoe.โ Discarding your notebook someone amongst the mountains of throw blankets upon your bed, pushing Sukuna out of your shared bedroom was harder than moving, well, a mountain.
โYouโre so weirdโ, grabbing your hands, Sukuna stopped your movements flawlessly, โVery weird. Why am I dating you again?โ
โBecause you love me?โ You wished you could verbally add more question marks without seemingly speaking oddly.ย
โWhat the fuck? Die.โ Cringing away from the kiss on top of your head, you felt the urge to draw him as ugly as possible.
Waitโฆmaybe you should draw him with four arms next.
