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shy!sukuna who looks like everything but shy.
with his inked arms, hands, neck, wrists and his pierced lips and eyebrows…. everyone on the campus could hardly picture him as shy. and it was even more hard when everyone on the campus know his weird relationsip with Gojo Satoru—the loud, cocky frat boy who couldn’t take a single hint if it was carved into his forehead.
you'd see them around campus constantly. Gojo running his mouth, throwing his arm over sukuna's shoulder like they were the bestest friend ever. all while sukuna was beside him, looking two seconds away from homicide. and if Gojo pushed it too far, just a little too far, people would see sukuna's hand grab him by the collar, slam him back against a wall, tattooed fingers fisted tight while he hissed something sharp and so low only Gojo could hear his threat.
shy!sukuna didn't do talking to fill the blank space. he could give a fuck less to what people thought about him. being shy didn’t mean insecure. he had no need to parade confidence to prove anything nor was he searching for any social approval. no wait, let me correct that, he wasn't seeking the approval of people who had no bearing on his life, not even remotely. only one opinion mattered to him... Uraume's opinion.
Uraume was the only person who somehow got past the scowls and silence. Uraume who he actually spoke to in full sentences. And, also Uraume was the only person on this earth to pull a subtle smile from his mouth.
so what was your surprise when you're in front of a 6 feet something, tattooed to hell shy sukuna. he's very red in the face and fidgeting with his own fingers. your brain stalls for a second. because this is the same guy who you saw once strangling Gojo behind the library.. and all you did was ask for his coffee order. your fingers hover over the touchscreen register, waiting. he shifts his weight from one feet to the other, extremely aware of the full college cafeteria looking at him right now.
shy!sukuna truly truly can't bring his crimson eyes to meet yours. he's trying, painfully trying, to remember what Uraume told him to get—but the harder he tries, the more his brain is reduced to mush.
shy!sukuna's getting more and more nervous as he feels all those fuckass pair of eyes riving on him. including yours. and you're sooo incredible pretty he's about to combust right in front of you. he groans under his breath, dragging a big, veined hand through his unusual pastel-pink hair.. “h-huh. just… wait,” he mumbles in a hoarse slow voice. “callin' that dumbie.” he yanks his phone out, thumbs moving fast, calling Uraume like his life depends on it. and it does
shy!sukuna is sure he's about to kill them. three rings and still no answer, he dares looks down at your eyes who's scrutinizing him like he's the biggest mystery you've ever encountered. you look like you're trying to solve him right there and here. but god, you didn’t even mean to stare that much, it’s just… confusing. seeing him like this.
he curses, jaw ticking, when the call drops to voicemail.
“gonna kill 'em,” he mumbles—meant for no one’s ears. but of course—
“excuse me?” you blink, leaning a little closer.
“n-no! not you—huh, i meant—fuck,” shy!sukuna's face burns.
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