boyfriend!Sukuna figures it out fast because he’s good at spotting patterns, and this one repeats so often that it can't be anything else.
You can go an entire day without eating and not realise it.
It's not that you don’t want to eat, try to punish yourself, or forget intentionally. The issue is that when your mind concentrates on a task, a project, a book, or a problem that needs solving, the rest of the world completely fades away, including things like hunger, time, and the passing day.
He notices it first on weekends. You mention one small task, and hours vanish. He comes back from the gym to find you still in the exact same place, surrounded by scattered notes or open tabs, driven by pure momentum. When he asks if you’ve eaten, you wave him off, promising to eat once you’re done, like “done” is a fixed point instead of something that keeps moving further away.
While preparing his work lunches, he starts making an extra portion, packs it, and leaves it in the fridge, mentioning it in that blunt tone he uses when he doesn’t want credit for anything. You genuinely plan to eat it, so you agree easily. Sometimes you do, but more often than not, he comes home to find the container untouched, just as he left it. He doesn’t say a word, even though it irritates him every time.
So, he changes tactics. One day, you get a text from him saying he’s about to eat, asking what you’re up to, and suggesting you could eat together if you want. It seems like nothing more than a spontaneous idea, like sharing the moment just makes sense, when in reality, it’s actually carefully thought out.
And that’s what makes it work.
Sometimes you text while eating; other times, you have a quick facetime with him sitting at work with his food while you finally step away from your desk. Sometimes, you simply eat quietly at the same time in different locations. To you, it’s a simple, sweet gesture, like he’s missing you and just wants to share his lunch break.
Every time, once you’re finished, you message him that the food was really good and you’re glad you ate together. He downplays it with a casual “yeah, obviously,” telling you not to make a big deal out of it. Yet, the next day, there’s food in the fridge, and another text from him.
He never presents it as a concern, knowing you don't forget out of carelessness but because your mind fully commits to whatever it’s doing, and this is simply his way of distracting you long enough to make space for something else.
You don’t talk about it directly, but you begin to expect his lunch break texts and start planning around them subconsciously, because eating together, even like this, makes it easier to take a break from your work.
And Sukuna never admits that the whole thing was a calculated plan. Not that you ever catch on.
pairing: sorority girl-tutor!reader + young dad-boxer!toji (college au)
chapter summary: reader & toji’s character intros, first short tutoring sesh!
synopsis ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ — despite the stereotypes, sorority girls aren’t always ditzy and ‘dumb.’ you were a prime example, considering you were openly a tutor for classmates in your chem class. your newest student is the mysterious toji fushiguro. you’ve never seen him at parties yet he’s still doing poorly in class.. where did all his time go?
toji fushiguro didn’t have time for class as a single dad with the one priority of providing for his toddler, megumi, in mind. a lack of money forced him into the dangerous and time consuming world of underground boxing, bills and tuition needed to be paid somehow. on the brink of getting even more behind in his classes, he’s left with no choice but to add tutoring sessions to his packed schedule.
a/n: omg thank u guys for 700 followers <333 and also sorry if this is a smidgee boring, intro chaps are always hard for me to write :0
sunlight streamed into the windows in your shared room at the chi omega house. it was such a pretty day.
you sat at the vanity in the corner of the room, lightly curling strands of your hair when your phone buzzed with a notification. it was a short email from your chem 1A professor.
“Goodmorning! Please stay after class for tutoring like usual, a new student has been added to your list → Toji Fushiguro.”
your eyebrows raised briefly in interest while you thought over the name. at first, it seemed unfamiliar until it finally clicked.
he didn’t show up to class often and when he did, he was always cloaked in a black hoodie—kinda creepy. he was also a giant and def the type of guy girls sought out at parties for a little fun. unfortunately, he was almost never in attendance.
the two of you had briefly met at one of his rare party appearances but it wasn’t notable. he’d been serious and dry, seemingly a man of few words. your mutual friend gojo had slung his arm around him and urged him to greet you. you were your usual bubbly self but he didn’t seem very impressed. in fact, you were convinced he was at the party against his will.. otherwise, his lack of attention to you didn’t make sense.
but whatever, you were sure the tutoring would go fine.
at this point, you’d taught so many different types of people and by the end of it, there was almost always an established and comfortable working relationship. proof that you were an amazing tutor!
you found that it felt great helping people and it was also nice that being in a sorority often led people to undermine your intelligence but being a tutor counteracted that easily.
after getting dressed, you rushed down the stairs to the dining room for breakfast like usual. some of your sorority sisters sat at the large oak table that centered the room and waved. you waved back with that signature charming smile of yours and filled your own plate before joining them.
once you all had caught up on the usual things (upcoming events at the house, mid-terms, etc), you told them about how you’d gotten a new student and who it was. one of your girls, shoko, raised an eyebrow with surprise. “toji fushiguro? that guy that gojo knows?”
gojo was president of sigma chi, a frat your sorority often partnered up with for all kinds of events. he was also notorious for throwing big obnoxious parties that everyone loved, including yourself.
toji didn’t seem very entangled with the party scene, considering you’d only seen him around once or twice. one time being when you met and the other being him looking scary while nursing a beer in a random corner.
you gave a nod, mouthful of oatmeal.
“what if you just tutor someone else..? he seems kinda–offputting.” shoko suggested.
you rolled your eyes and continued to stuff your face. “i’m sure it’ll be fine. just watch, i’ll fix his grades and his lack of socialization. i’ll totally civilize him.”
one of the girls laughed and sipped from her glass of orange juice. “no way, he gives off like.. stray dog vibes.”
you snorted at that and got up with your now empty plate. “it’s a bet. i’ll civilize him in no time.” you promised with a cheeky wink and eventually headed out.
class was the usual and like usual, your new student hadn’t shown up. a part of you doubted that he would even make an appearance at the tutoring session.
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toji sat on the bed of his messy room, cradling his crying son to his chest while trying to get him down for a nap. he’d already missed class today and the email he had received earlier was imprinted into his mind.
“Hope all is well, Mr. Fushiguro. Unfortunately, your lack of attendance and effort in this class has put you in jeopardy of potentially being dropped from Chem 1A. I have set you up with one of our class tutors to get you back on track in order to avoid any extreme actions. If the effort is made and your grade is able to be brought up, your spot in the class will remain. Have a great day.”
if he was dropped from this class, he’d be held back and that would just lead to an increase of tuition. tuition bills he simply could not bare to have.
megumi clung to him desperately, tears wetting his chubby cheeks. he hated it when toji had to leave him and it often led to tantrums like this.
toji gave him a few soothing rubs on his squishy back. despite the calloused and bruised skin. his touch was so so gentle when it came to his precious baby—a contrast to when he used those same hands to make other men bleed.
“I know ‘gumi, i dont wanna go either. I just need to. for us, y’know?” he spoke softly, each word interwoven with sheer exhaustion.
the skin under his eyes was dark with lost hours of sleep and the deprivation of it made his whole body feel like it was buzzing.
megumi showed no sign of understanding and instead bursted into another set of loud cries. the toddler was what usually led to missed classes on toji’s end.
he couldn’t afford to always have a babysitter and sometimes he couldn’t even find it in his heart to leave gumi. he was just so small and innocent, so unaware of the difficulties that came with living. toji just wished he could make everything easier.
a frustrated sigh left him and he reached for his phone, pressing his lips to megumi’s spiky black hair as he texted.
he checked in with nanami, his impromptu babysitter, while he tried to soothe his son with light touches and gentle murmurs.
he needed to go to that tutoring session, late or not. there was no way he was getting dropped from that damn class.
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you’d began to work on some of your own homework while awaiting your new student. it was twenty minutes past the time of the session and it seemed pretty clear he wasn’t coming. still, you just wanted to make sure before officially leaving the building.
your light pink stationary supplies were spread out across the wooden table; a lined notebook holding all of your information and cute little cat themed sticky notes pressed to pages of your textbook. you were reaching for another sticky note when suddenly a shadow was cast over the table.
a glance up revealed toji who stood before you.
he did look kinda offputting in the moment. his eyes were red and glassy from exhaustion. his usual baggy hoodie was thrown over, concealing everything but large hands that had mysterious bandaids covering various spots.
he was also taking in your look, subtle interest shining in his dark eyes. his gaze moved down your outfit and went back up towards your eyes. you noticed him linger on your smile before he cleared his throat quietly.
you smiled brightly and straightened, gesturing to the seat in front of you. “hi! I totally knew you’d come.” you said with an air of confidence.
his dark brow raised very slightly as he looked from you to your girly stationary, cautiously taking the seat. “you’re my tutor?”
you nodded, putting away your other homework quickly. “yup! It’s kinda my thing. I can get you on track in no time.” you said, bright-eyed with a cheery tone.
he ran thick fingers through his already messy hair while he met your eyes again. “alright. I can’t be here too long, I have stuff to do later. just letting you know.” he said a bit gruffly, stuffing his hands into his pockets when he noticed you tracking them.
you clicked your glitter pen a few times and looked at him. “mm okay. we probs won’t get anything done in such a short amount of time.” you said, more to yourself before meeting his eyes.
“what stuff? got a hot date?” you asked, curiosity glinting in your eyes while you waggled your eyebrows cheekily.
he let out a quiet scoff and shook his head simply—not actually answering with words.
you rested your head on a propped up hand, eyes narrowing at him. “going to a party?” you tried again with a small smile. your curiosity wasn’t one to easily cease. clearly.
he stared at you with somewhat of an unamused look. “nope. can we get started?” his words came out a little harsh and a lot straightforward.
your hands raised up in mock surrender. “sorry, I forgot you have this kinda mysterious thing going on.” you teased with a light smile.
his gaze flicked to it for a moment before he finally looked elsewhere, not entertaining it. boring! the session began with surveying him about the parts of the course he actually did know, which wasn’t very much to be honest.
in the middle of teaching the basics of stoichiometry, your back had begun to feel strained from the constant leaning over.
scooting over your chair, you moved to sit beside him instead. now, you were sitting close beside him with the work in front of you both.
pink ink covered the paper next to your sticky notes.
toji let out a subtle sigh as your perfume invaded his senses and distracted him from the work. you smelled like a bakery, like.. vanilla cupcakes or something equally as sweet. you didn’t take notice of his reactions, luckily for him.
instead, you continued to explain how the chemical equation you two were working on had become balanced with a few steps. he was a good listener but half of you was convinced that he wasn’t truly grasping the information.
you looked over at him, the new seating position bringing your faces a little closer together considering you two were bent over a shared paper.
“do you get it—atleast kind of? It can be a little confusing at first but I promise, it’s not that bad!” you spoke in that sugary sweet tone of yours that intrigued him despite his exhaustion-induced brain fog.
he gave a simple nod and kept his gaze glued to the paper, looking over the equations in your elegant handwriting.
the session resumed a little longer until in the middle of another problem, it seemed your time was up. toji glanced at his phone and began rising from the seat quickly.
a few of his items and new notes that were littered with your cat-themed stickies were stuffed into his bag.
“going on that hot date now?” you teased again, watching him sling his bag over his shoulder.
he grunted and glanced at you. “no date.”
you just gave a casual shrug and packed up your own things. “whatever you sayyy. we can work on this next class or email me if you need any help!”
a quick nod was all you got as a response and the next thing you knew, he was rushing out. the bet you’d made with your sorority had been a joke but your curiosity was getting the best of you. maybe you could actually help his grades and his social life.
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toji entered his shitty apartment quickly, tossing his bag onto the lumpy couch and heading to the only bedroom in the cramped place.
nanami was reading some boring looking book on the bed next to a sleeping megumi.
a faint smile tugged at toji’s lips from looking at the sleepy ball megumi was in. he struggled to fall asleep but once he was there, he was practically in another universe.
nanami gave a brief wave before toji turned to change into loose black shorts and a fitted black compression tee.
“be back in a few hours.” he said simply and was heading out again.
nanami was aware of the routine that came with babysitting for his friend. he also knew there was no time for toji to waste with his upcoming match. he needed all of the practice he could get and he needed to milk every minute–every second of it.
the potential earnings were motivation enough considering he could easily pay off his late bills and this month’s rent with them.
he just needed to somehow split his focus among the damn match, not failing chem, and still having time for his son.
that left him no time for himself or any distractions like his nosy tutor that smelled annoyingly sweet.
fluff. husband toji loves his glammed up desi girl
written for @chickenbutt25 // based on this request!!
a/n: need expeditiously
you stared back at your reflection as you worked to quickly finish up your makeup. glass bangles that adorned your wrists clinked together softly with each movement. it was the damn desi genes that always had you running late somehow, you were sure.
you and your husband toji, were getting ready to attend a relative’s wedding. an excuse for you to get as glammed up as possible.
toji stuck his head into the bathroom to say something but the words froze in his throat. his eyes widened a fraction as he took in your look for the event.
the light purple lehenga you wore accentuated the darkness of your eyes and hair. it worked to illuminate your skin just as well, making it glow.
the outfit had a fitted short-sleeve blouse that was threaded with intricate patterns of gold beads and sequins all over. the skirt matched in color and had similar patterns except the beads were spread much farther apart.
“goddamn, sweetheart.” toji finally muttered lowly, eyes greedily trailing up and down your figure again.
you gave an amused smile through the mirror, patting more blush onto your cheeks. “what happened?”
he ran his fingers through his hair and blew out a small breath, entering in. he came up behind you, large hands coming to rest on your waist and nearly swallowing it.
“you look so beautiful, baby. like a real life princess.” he murmured sincerely and pressed a kiss to your head gently—careful not to mess up your styled locks.
you smiled softly and moved onto finishing touches: highlighter and your lip combo.
“thank you baby. you look handsome.” you said with a happy light tone, admiring him back in the mirror. he held you close and peppered light kisses on the side of your neck while you finished up.
“my wife is so damn perfect.” he mused quietly against your skin, earning a soft laugh from you.
once you were satisfied with your makeup, you turned to face him. toji sighed heavily as he stared at you.
“maybe we can skip the wedding.. head straight to the bedroom?” he asked with a cheeky smile, scar stretching with the movement.
you leaned up to peck his lips before shaking your head. “mmm too bad, you’ll have to be patient. now, help me with my jhumkas please?”
he pouted like a sad puppy but nodded anyway and took the gold earrings from the countertop. the overhead light caught onto the gems and made them sparkle, the perfect touch to your equally sparkly outfit. your lips lifted into a wide smile while you watched him work.
his eyebrows furrowed as he worked to slide the earrings into your pierced skin, careful not to bend the delicate metal too much. a gentle kiss was pressed to your forehead when he straightened.
“such a pretty girl.” he complimented in a lower voice, hungry eyes taking in the complete look.
he met your gaze again. “let’s head out quickly.. the sooner we go out, the sooner I can take you home and have you to myself.”
heat flooded your cheeks and you nodded with a bright smile, leading him out of the bathroom happily.
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
" they say moles are where your lover used to kiss you in your past life "— and sukuna has been yours in every lifetime
you stared into the mirror of your bathroom, eyes glossy. your fingers kept tracing the moles decorating your skin. there were so many—right eyelid, corner of your left eye, your left cheek, the juncture of your neck and shoulder....
life hadn't been good to you in a long time. your mornings were spent attending classes and evenings serving tables.
money was tight. and you were struggling to make ends meet. and sometimes this lack of oxygen made your head spin and your lungs burn.
you rubbed your eyes aggressively, trying to wipe away the moisture. but the stubborn tears just kept coming. and as they dried, they formed a path along your moles like a map.
you couldn't help it. you shakily grabbed your phone and dialed the one number that never failed you.
he picked up on the third ring. you blabbered somewhat terrible, you didn't even know what to say—weren't very aware of what you were saying either.
but he understood anyway.
wasn't very long before he was knocking on your door. collecting the broken pieces of you in his arms. throughout it all he didn't say a word.
sukuna wasn't a man of many words. your friends had pestered you about his indifference. his stoic silence.
but they didn't ever see him when he carried you back to your bed, wiped your tears , and kissed the little moles on your body one at a time.
there weren't many words that could change your situation or make life any easier for you.
but him being present like a pillar to your side, someone you could lean on—those were things no grand gestures could ever replace.
no he didn't take you to fancy michelin star restaurants. instead he took on shifts at your part time workplaces when you were too tired to go, so that you didn't miss a paycheck.
no he didn't buy you roses and write you love letters. but he made sure you were fed and warm every day. walked you home when your shifts ran too late into the night .
no he didn't show much affection in public, didn't kiss you obnoxiously or picked you up and twirled you around before your friends. but he picked you up when no one else did. when you were too tired and beaten down by life.
and as he kissed your eyelids with so much gentleness in the silence of your room that all your worries melted away.
as he kissed the moles on your body as if tracing a constellation. a constellation that perhaps only he could see. and only he could ever show such love to without saying a word.
so as you lay in your bed in your quiet dark room with your arms wound around his neck, you realised he had been yours in every lifetime. had kissed your wounds the same way in every life time too.
Sukuna is the type of guy you’ve been warned to stay away from since the beginning of time. “Boys like that will get you in trouble. They’re manipulative and they’ll break your heart.” And you always listened. They’re fairly easy to avoid. Don’t go to them, they won’t come to you.
Except then you get to college. And things are different here. Boys are more persistent and frankly? They’re much more attractive too. One or two might just be worth your time.
The moment Ryomen Sukuna has his eyes on you at a party? Oh you’re basically off the market. Nobody’s getting in the way of Sukuna when he wants something. Who could resist his pretty face anyways?
He starts off persistent. Getting your number, finding you outside of your classes, begging for just one coffee shop date. He swears up and down he’ll leave you alone after that. You finally cave in and agree. Turns out you actually quite like his company, your guys’s bond growing deeper over library study dates and late night walks.
It starts off as an okay relationship. Cute dates, somewhat thoughtful gifts, always on his arm at a party. Then it spirals into jealousy from both sides, being stood up, him acting different around his friends. Before you know it? You’re in this whole one and off situationship with the most manipulative guy on campus.
Every time you think you’re free from the clutches of Sukuna? It’s like another obstacle is placed in your way. Four years of this on and off thing and he’s still the one you run to. The one your bonded to.
You had moved on, really! Found this nice boy from your criminology elective class. You two talked, went on some dates and had a couple movie nights. It seemed perfect to you.
Until you got a text late night from the boy, the “I just don’t think this working out.” Before you get to text back? You’re unadded on literally everything. Ugh, boys just lead you on no matter what.
But you had to admit you were a bit heartbroken. You really did like this boy! Liked him enough to cry about it on a late Tuesday night at 3 am.
With no one to turn to? You end up at the frat. Sat in Ryomen’s lap and arms. Sobbing into the crook of his neck.
“I just don’t know what I did wrong. What would have scared him off?” you sniffle.
Sukuna would just tut, rubbing circles on your back, “It was nothing to do with you baby. He just saw it getting too serious and backed out. No one can handle you like I can, huh?”
When he’d pull you back to look at your tear stricken face, his eyes would flick to your lips. Giving you every opportunity to back out before he kisses you.
“Love you so much. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” Sukuna would whisper, forehead against yours. Wiping your tears with his hand.
You lean into it, mumbling back, “Love you too.” You close your eyes and relax into him, dozing asleep right there in his arms, knowing full well that when you wake up? You guys are falling back into the same dance as always.
Little do you know, the very man you’re in the arms of, is the very reason for your tears.
Sukuna had one nice little conversation with the boy you were seeing. Found out who it was simply by asking around campus. Your boy toy doesn’t need any other warning than Sukuna’s words. Instantly backing off and ghosting you.
Sukuna simply smiles against the top of your head as you drift off. How could a boy pathetic as that be worthy of you?
You just always manage to find your way back to each other. You’re both right where you want to be.
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