Roommate!Sukuna who gets furious because you’ve stolen his favorite, oversized black hoodie right out of the dryer. He storms into your room to rip it back, only to find you shivering under three blankets, curled into a tight, miserable ball because your cramps have given you the worst chills of your life.
Roommate!Sukuna who stands there ready to yell, but stops when you peek out from the collar looking like a drowned rat, your eyes watery and your face pale. He realizes instantly what's happening. He scoffs, mumbles about you being pathetic, and instead of taking the hoodie, he just rips the blankets off you entirely.
Roommate!Sukuna who climbs into the bed and practically tackles you, pinning your back against his chest, his skin is radiating heat. He shoves his hand up under the hoodie, pressing his palm directly against your aching lower stomach. You let out a shaky, pathetic whimper of pure relief, and he just grunts, tightening his arm around you so you can't escape his personal furnace.
Roommate!Sukuna who gets dragged out of bed at 2:00 AM because your period cravings have officially made you lose your mind. You are standing in front of the open fridge, absolutely miserable, weeping over a tub of leftover takeout because it’s not the exact spicy noodles you wanted. Your stomach is cramping violently, your back is aching, and you’re a hormonal mess.
Roommate!Sukuna who stands in the kitchen doorway, entirely unbothered by your tears but highly annoyed that you’re keeping him awake. He watches you try to reach for a bag of chips on the top shelf, only for a sudden, brutal spike of pain to shoot through your abdomen. Your knees buckle, and you let out the most pathetic, high-pitched whimpering groan, gripping the counter to keep from hitting the floor.
Roommate!Sukuna who scoffs, steps forward, and bypasses the snacks entirely. He grabs you by the waist, lifts you like a sack of potatoes, and hauls you back toward the living room. He dumps himself onto the couch and pulls you right into his lap, trapping you against his chest.
Roommate!Sukuna who doesn't say a word about your weird leg gymnastics. You twist your legs into a bizarre, awkward angle across his thighs to make sure your pad stays secure.
Roommate!Sukuna who doesn't say a word about your weird leg gymnastics, keeping his palm glued to your tummy so you don't start crying again. As you finally start to relax, you casually pull out your phone to distract yourself, scrolling through social media until you stumble across a random thread.
Roommate!Sukuna who is leaning his chin over your shoulder, idly reading your screen with a bored expression, when you suddenly stop scrolling. You blink at the text, look up at him, and out of sheer, filterless exhaustion, you read the page out loud, "Apparently... an orgasm releases endorphins and oxytocin, which act as natural pain relief to instantly stop period cramps."
Roommate!Sukuna who lets out a low, rough chuckle right against your ear, the sudden rumble of his chest vibrating straight down your spine. His grip around your waist tightens just a fraction, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate circle against your heated skin. "Is that a request?" he murmurs, his tone dropping into something entirely unbothered, fully prepared to prove he's a much better remedy than a heating pad in more ways than one.
Roommate!Sukuna who keeps one large hand anchored firmly on your hip, his thumb rubbing soothing, rhythmic circles into the bone to keep your tense muscles from seizing up. With his other hand, he gently nudges your knees apart, completely unbothered by the awkward angle you’re trying to maintain to keep your pad secure. He slides his hand under the waistband of your shorts with a patience that feels almost surreal coming from him.
Roommate!Sukuna who feels you freeze up the exact second his fingers graze the waistband of your shorts. You suddenly press your thighs together, your face burning as you frantically try to push his wrist away. Out of sheer, mortified panic, you stammer out a warning about the mess, the blood, and the absolute disaster it’s going to be if he touches you right now.
Roommate!Sukuna who doesn’t even flinch. grabbing your wrist so you’ll stop squirming. "Do you honestly think a little blood scares me? You wanted this, no?”
Roommate!Sukuna who uses his free hand to gently but firmly nudge your knees apart again, entirely dismissing your anxiety. His touch remains incredibly careful as he deliberately slides his hand around your underwear, bypassing the pad entirely.
Roommate!Sukuna who watches the absolute relief flood your eyes when you realize he’s keeping his promise of being gentle. His fingertips are searing hot against your skin, but his touch is feather-light, completely mindful of how sensitive you are. He starts a slow, agonizingly steady rhythm, his gaze locked onto your face to ensure you’re not in pain, watching your tense shoulders finally drop as the anxiety melts away.
Roommate!Sukuna who smiles against your jaw when you let out a soft, breathless gasp, your fingers tangling into the fabric of his shirt as the cramps finally begin to recede. The sheer, furnace-like heat of his hand paired with the sudden rush of endorphins completely overpowers the aches in your abdomen, sending a wave of pure comfort through your entire body.
Roommate!Sukuna who pulls his hand away cleanly once you've completely relaxed, satisfied with himself as you collapse into a limp, exhausted heap against him. He shifts you around until you're tucked firmly against his side, his large, blazing palm immediately returning to its rightful place flat over your lower belly to keep the residual cramps at bay.
also the way you are talking to your friends is not a bad idea because I know that I have to do that but you have a good idea and you know what I’m saying but you have a lot to say and you know what you don’t want me doing it and you don’t know how you can say anything to you don’t even have a problem and I know you have to be careful