evergreen
frat!sukuna x reader. sukuna’s worst mistake was agreeing to a bet with satoru gojo. the bet? that he could get you, his sweet, organic chemistry tutor, to sleep with him.
warnings! none really, except angst. brief implication of sex.
note : man, who the hell was i feeling like? not sure if i’ll write a part 2 :)
wc : 2.5k
“what did i ever do to you? why, why me?” your voice cracked, eyes welling up with fresh tears. your bottom lip wobbled, swollen and bloodshot eyes locking with sukuna’s, the raw hurt evident in your gaze.
sukuna felt as though someone were jabbing the sharpest shard of glass into his heart, repeatedly withdrawing and selfishly going back in for more. his body felt frozen, cold blood running through his veins. he felt a sense of urgency, panicked as he thought of ways to rectify what you both had.
the one good thing that happened to him.
“please, sweetheart. can’t you see that i regret ever agreeing to the bet? im begging you, you have to believe me,” sukuna pleaded, trying his hardest to convey his honesty. he stepped closer to you, arms outstretched in an attempt to bring you closer to him. his heart broke when you stepped back instantly, trying to create more distance between you two.
“i don’t believe a single thing you say. you’re a fucking liar, ryomen. you’re an asshole, i wish i would’ve never met you,” you cried, “i wish you would've never chosen me as your victim. why, ryomen, why?”
sukuna resembled a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing repeatedly. seeing his blank expression trying to most likely come up with what you’d believe to be a lie, you turned on your heel and attempted to walk away from him, the ache in your chest worse than any other pain you had experienced.
”baby, please don’t—“ sukuna’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. you immediately whipped back around and tugged at your hand, trying to free yourself from his grasp.
”let go of me! don’t fucking touch me!” you screamed at him, raw hurt evident in your wails, “haven’t you done enough? just let me leave, i know you don’t care about me, so why won’t you just let me go?”
“listen to me,” he continued, gripping your wrist, letting your other hand smack and punch his forearm, “please, pretty girl, i can’t lose you. just let me explain—“
”don’t call me that! explain this to me, ryomen. why did you pick me? why?” you ceased your attack on his forearm, exhaustion catching up to you. your dolled up face was now stained with mascara streaks, and you had never felt more uncomfortable in the outfit you put together with sukuna in an attempt to make you feel confident at this party. fresh tears rolled freely down your reddened cheeks as you asked in a wobbly voice, “was it because you could tell nobody had ever chosen me before? did i seem like an easy target to you? a stupidly naive girl, a nerd, a girl that guys don’t bother looking twice at?”
“stop, stop saying those things—“
”why me?!” you wailed, scrunching your eyes shut, unable to continue looking at his guilty expression.
sukuna didn’t know how to answer you. he didn’t know how to tell you that yes, he had agreed to gojo’s bet because they knew that getting a sweet, nerdy tutor like you to sleep with him would be child’s play. he never thought he would find himself in this predicament; falling in love with you, the only person who held him as if he were something gentle. the person who never made him feel aggressive as he usually tended to be. you made him feel as if he could be softer, more gentle. you had been the single person who had seen that side of him. and only he knew that underneath that sweet exterior, you had a feisty personality that you internalized. you captivated him so greatly that he memorized small details about you; your matcha order from your favorite cafe, the non-smudge brand of pens you used, the birthmarks that littered your body. he knew how you constantly felt out of place, never quite fitting in with any crowd. you had cried to him about your family, the pressure you felt to become something successful, you had been completely vulnerable with him.
he knew he was breaking you, and that this moment would be pivotal in your life. this would change your heart forever, and your trust in people, especially men, would never be the same.
and it was all thanks to him.
not knowing what else to do, he used the hold on your wrist to tug you into his chest, your weakened body allowing itself to be tugged. you hated yourself for how you craved his comfort, his scent, his soft voice that reassured you various times before you knew it was all a facade. your legs felt like jell-o, knees wobbling as you collapsed in his arms and sobbed hard into his chest. his eyes welled up with tears knowing he was about to lose you indefinitely.
”i’m so sorry, baby. i’m so fucking sorry,” he whispered, voice cracking. he held you tight to his chest, praying to the universe that he could somehow go back in time and never agree to anything. he had never felt such an intense pain like he was experiencing now. his sweet, kind girl, crying in his arms because of him.
he had truly been falling in love with you, hard.
you continued lamenting, hiccuping as you attempted to catch your breath. you gathered enough strength to pull your head back and look up at him, not caring a single ounce about your appearance. you knew it would be the last time he’d see you in this position. red irises looked down at you, gazing into your pained eyes. his hand came up to cup your cheek, wiping the continuously falling tears with his thumb. you remembered how he had done so before, on nights when your chest felt especially heavy with the load you carried and you felt safe enough to share yourself with him. the memories kept flashing through your mind, one standing out amongst the others.
the night you had fully given yourself up to him. the night that solidified his victory in satoru gojo and his’s bet. you remembered how gentle he was, his constant reassurance and praise as he touched you, how beautiful you felt under his gaze. you felt loved.
and none of it was real.
with the pain heavy in your heart, you allowed rage to overtake you, eyebrows furrowed as you screamed, “i hate you! i hate you, ryomen sukuna! you’re the worst thing that ever happened to me!”
sukuna could see the moment you snapped back into reality. the reality that yes, his actions were the worst thing he could’ve done to a beautiful soul like yours. yes, he was the worst thing that could’ve happened to you. he let you pound your smaller fists into his chest, thrashing in his hold as you wailed, “let go of me! i hate you! i hate you!”
suddenly, sukuna felt somebody forcefully tug him backwards, the shock was enough for him to loosen his hold and let you slip out of his arms. his head turned in surprise to see suguru, his only sensible frat brother, holding him by the back of his shirt with toji standing behind him.
“let her go, man. don’t make this worse for her than it already is,” the long haired man spoke, shaking his head at sukuna.
when he turned his head to look back at you, all he could see were your trembling shoulders turned away from him, your arms wrapped around yourself as you cried, walking away from him.
he attempted to escape suguru’s grip on him, but was pushed back with a firm hand to his chest. toji had stepped forward and gave him a look that said ‘stop,’ and walked a distance behind you, planning to follow you and make sure you made it home safely.
he watched you walk away from him, forever.
“alright, class. by the end of this week you should be familiar with carbohydrate reactions, hawthorn projections, and synthesizing amino acids. these will be on our midterm exam next thursday, so don’t wait to ask for help.”
sukuna considered himself to be a relatively busy person. vice president of his fraternity, delta phi, captain of his soccer team, and a full-time college student. it was no wonder that when his organic chemistry II class began to pick up, he started falling behind. not wanting to fail the class and risk his status in his organization and team, he went straight to his professor for help.
the older man had told him what every other professor would’ve.
come to office hours and ask his questions to the head tutor.
that’s where sukuna found himself on a tuesday morning after lecture. he dragged along satoru gojo, president of their frat, simply for moral support. they walked the short distance to the laboratory building where office hours were held. he pushed the door open and realized they were the only people in the room. clearly the tutor had stepped out of the room, seeing as though there was a laptop sitting open on one of the tables that had a plastic standing label that said ‘OCHEM 8B.’ an iced matcha sat near the laptop, condensation forming a wet ring of water on the table.
”well, looks like nobody’s here to help your stupid ass. can we go now? i need to go to costco to buy the liquor for friday but you’re the one with the card,” the white haired man huffed, rocking back on his heels and gripping his backpack’s straps.
”man, just wait a minute. i can’t flunk this class for fuck’s sake,” sukuna rolled his eyes before continuing, “just sit down and go on reels or something. if they don’t show up in the next five minutes, we can go.”
sukuna sighed and placed his backpack on the floor next to the chair facing the TA’s, taking a seat and crossing his tattooed arms. pulling out his own phone and opening instagram, he scrolled through his feed for only a minute or two when the door swung open, his eyes snapping up to meet yours.
he was taken aback by how pretty you were, your oversized hoodie and leggings were casual and comfortable, glasses framing your surprised face. you smiled awkwardly at the two men before speaking, “so sorry! nobody usually shows up to office hours, so…” you trailed off, walking to your seat in front of sukuna. he got a whiff of your vanilla perfume, mentally forcing himself not to lean forward when you finally sat down and logged back into your laptop.
“s’okay. we weren’t waiting for long. here, gojo,” sukuna mumbled at the end, pulling out his wallet to sift through his cards and pull out their shared membership card, holding it out between two fingers at his frat brother. his eyes didn’t leave you, watching how you furrowed them slightly, only looking up at the interaction for a second.
the white haired man snickered softly, walking up and grabbing the card with a smirk. Just as he was walking out the door, he let out a “have fun!” in a tone sukuna recognized as one that the brother typically uses when sukuna is dragging a girl upstairs to his room. sukuna shot his back a glare before quickly looking back at you, slightly embarrassed and hoping you didn’t catch the implication. he was relieved to see you were more focused on wiping the puddle of water from the table with a napkin you were holding.
“so, what can I help you with?” you asked sweetly, giving him a small smile. he felt something twist in the pit of his stomach.
”i’m having a hard time understanding haworth projections,” he responded, a rare feeling of embarrassment hitting him. sukuna couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this. he had made a reputation for himself. he knew the rumors surrounding him and they made him feel confident. he knew he never had a serious relationship, he didn’t do feelings, especially not ones that made his chest feel warm.
what the fuck is happening?
“no problem, they can be super tricky to grasp. here, lets start with a fischer projection and go from there,” you answered non-judgmentally, standing up to wheel over a whiteboard to demonstrate an example. your back was turned to the man, meaning he couldn’t see your reddening face.
you knew exactly who was sitting right in front of you. ryomen sukuna. vice president of some frat you couldn’t remember the name of, you had noticed the attractive, pink-haired man numerous times during lectures, sure that he had never glanced your way. not in a self deprecating way, but you had heard rumors of the parties his frat threw, along with the types girls he’d fuck which seemed to be your polar opposites. you’d seen him carry himself confidently, so it was no surprise to see the mildly embarrassed look on his face as he asked you for help.
you slowly went through each step on how to close the ring, ensuring that he understood. you had been chosen for head tutor due to your ability to aid struggling students in a patient manner, only allowing them to move onto the next step once they demonstrated complete understanding of the previous. while it was tedious, you constantly received praise from students and the professor who both appreciated the grade boost your aid provided.
before either of you could notice, two hours had gone by. sukuna felt as if he could teach the subject himself by that point, but he felt a pull to stay.
“i’m sorry, but i have to head home before work. if you have any other questions or need more help, i’ll be here on thursday, too!” you smiled softly at him.
he found himself reciprocating the smile, the expression feeling foreign on his tattooed face.
that day, he went home feeling lighter, the doubts of failing his upcoming exam long gone thanks to you. walking into his shared home, he saw gojo sitting on the couch leisurely. flopping down next to him, he stared straight at the tv that was playing whatever show satoru was watching.
“so, how’d it go with that cute tutor? did she freak out at being in the presence of a man?” satoru snickered, not looking at sukuna.
“it was fine, asshole,” sukuna rolled his eyes, his stoic expression not giving anything about how he had felt during the session, away.
“hey, i bet you can’t get her to sleep with you,” the blue eyed man wiggled his eyebrows with a crude smirk.
not knowing he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life, he let his ego and pride get the best of him.
”bet.”
